Maxine was a lovely, sumptuous woman whose only fault was that she loved to be a tease to her men.
When John came over one evening, for instance, Maxine wore a luscious velvet gown with bikini underwear underneath, just to tantalize him and show him what he was missing.
She teased him and fed him just enough sex to get his prick up, and then closed her legs for the evening.
But John had another way of getting his rocks off. He belonged to one of the wingingest therapy groups around town. Whenever they got together, the members indulged in one passionate fuck after another, and completed the jobs with a measure of sadism that pleased everyone.
Red-headed, creamy-thighed Ruby was the star of the therapy group, and she satisfied John as Maxine never had, making full use of her womanhood.
Inevitably, the web of passion grows, and Maxine, too, was drawn into the therapy she had once dismissed with nonchalance. She found herself fucking with body after body, and even allowed herself to become a pawn for one of the most hideous men she'd ever met.
Never in her life had Maxine abandoned herself to man after man in this manner; never had she allowed her precious, marbled thighs to be spread so easily, and so many times.
But the turning point in Maxine's life, in Ruby's, and in the life of Maxine's younger brother Tad, comes when Maxie and Ruby go home together. Tad has grown up and now has the pleasure of re-meeting his older sister in a new way. But the real climax occurs when Tad meets Ruby and decides to beat a hot path out of the small town, just as Maxine had done so many years before.
CHAPTER ONE
Maxine had just finished showering and putting on some fresh underthings, which she covered with a superbly soft robe of deep blue velvet knotted tightly just below her bust, when the phone rang with annoying sharpness and persistence. Sitting down in front of her dressing mirror, she with equal persistence let it ring and ring unanswered, until after a seeming interminable time, it finally gave up.
She was applying her false eyelashes and thinking about her date with John that evening when the phone rang again. If that was John calling back already, he must really be anxious about the date. She knew she really had him going around in circles now, and that insecurity would make him a little more interesting and not so obnoxiously overconfident.
Opening her velvet gown for a minute to inspect her figure, she decided on changing her plain white underwear, just in case John got a little too sure of himself and tried to pull something fast. Even though she wouldn't let him get anywhere, she at least wanted to make a good impression.
And she wanted to give him a ravishing taste of what he was missing. That would make him all the more eager to give in to her whims in the future. After all, at a time when free sexual relations were commonly accepted, a girl of her blatant charms could score additional kudos by being a little more demanding than the average run-of-the-mill cunt.
She was looking through a whole drawerful of expensive, frilly and brightly-colored merchandise which she had bought for just such occasions, when she realized that the phone had been ringing an incredible number of times-perhaps twenty or thirty, much more than John would dare let it go for.
Either he was really hooked, or it was her mother calling from Peekskill to see if she'd be coming home for her younger brother's birthday. Well, that was about the last thing she wanted to discuss at the moment, so she continued to let it ring uninterrupted while she changed.
Her brother was turning sixteen, and she really did hate to miss the celebration, considering the number of hours they had spent together in their childhood, playing with each other behind the barn or out in a clump of trees beyond the pasture where their parents couldn't interrupt them.
Those had been the days; she thought they'd never end. Not a day passed without she and her brother exploring further the innocent bonds of sibling love-something so pure and sacred that it cannot know evil or depravity no matter how bizarre the range of its expression.
And they had indeed ranged far and wide in those milk and honey days. Their youthful curiosity left no aspect of sexuality untouched. The only trouble now was that she had never been able to find anyone to replace her brother's untarnished love and pure emotions.
When she had taken his young, fair head and drew it to her lap or upon her sisterly bosom, no mercenary motives coursed through his blood. And lying there in those green fields, she had undone the top of her dress and let his cheeks nuzzle against her already maturing, round pink breasts.
Later she even let him suckle their bright crimson nipples, a sensation that sent waves of soft, sweet pleasure sweeping through her sensuous young body. But never, never had he had the temerity to demand anything of her. Always he had taken what she freely chose to give.
And now she was uncertain that she would find the same brother if she went back home. He might easily have become one of those grabby, greasy kids with one-track minds that were everywhere she looked. For one thing, he would have already reached puberty, a development that would have a definite effect on the status of their relationship.
Maxine hated not to be in complete control of her relationships, and that included the sexual realm as well. Her brother might expect too much of her now, and she was afraid, to take the chance of ruining her image of him, which she still used whenever masturbating and in all her sex fantasies.
As she was dreaming of his sweet little smile and wispy hair, she realized that the damn phone was ringing again. That was a real bitch. She'd have to answer it now, because her curiosity was killing her-was it Johnny or her mother who kept ringing over and over again?
She wrapped her velvet robe tightly around her chilly body, which was now clothed in a luscious lingerie, and slowly strolled to the chartreuse phone. She was walking sexily, taking her time as if the caller could possibly see her as well.
Standing over the box until she had counted fifteen rings, she contemptuously picked up the skinny receiver with three of her slim, long-nailed fingers and put it to her thick red lips, which were curved in a scowl.
"Hello?" she queried in the deepest, throatiest voice she could muster for the occasion.
But no response came to her from the other end of the line. All she could make out were the myriad beeps and clicks, the humming, whirring noises and infinite layers of ghost voices that are always present on the phone lines, like the superfluous images on the TV screen, in varying shades and levels of volume and clarity.
But none of those voices was talking to her, Maxine, across that mysterious channel of electromagnetic fields. She was about to hang up the receiver in' desperation, when she thought she could make out, amid all the mumbo-jumbo, the soft-harsh sibilant sound of someone's breathing.
"Hello? Is anyone there? I hear breathing; is anyone there on the other end?"
She continued her childish questioning over and over as the hoarse breathing grew louder, until it seemed as though it was about to emerge into words.
"Hey, whaddaya wearin'?" he aspirated over the phone in a deep, grunting whisper that sent a chill down Maxine's spine until she was raising a school of goose bumps down to her ripe firm buttocks. She unconsciously tightened the sash of her velvet gown as she recoiled from the voice that was as cold as a fish or a dead man's prick.
"Why, I'm just wearing what I always wear this time of day, you vile, disgusting man. What do you mean asking me such a thing? I have on my dressing gown, of course."
"What are you wearing underneath?" his pointed question came in a matter-of-face whisper.
That sent a willy up her crack so creepy it made her pubic hairs stand out on end.
"Hey, what's your game, anyway, mister? What do you care what I'm wearing underneath my bathrobe?"
"Maybe if you tell me, I'll hang up," the hoarse whisper reasoned with ludicrous logic.
Maxine wasn't sure she should believe him. On impulse, she slammed the receiver down and bit her fingernails nervously. She lit a cigarette, then pulled her velvet robe over the bright, sheer material of her brassiere and slip, as though her caller could somehow see her from where he was phoning. That gave her a thought about the new videophones, like the one her father had already installed in his office in Manhattan, on which the callers could see each other.
That might really be an advance in technology that would have an unwelcome effect on the future of obscene phone calls. But she banished such irrelevant thoughts from her mind as the doorbell of her apartment rang sharply-Johnny's ring. She ran to the door in her bare feet.
"John, I'm not dressed yet, so close your eyes when you come in," she insisted peevishly.
"Anything you say, Max."
But as soon as John was in the room he exclaimed:
"Hey, you're dressed, you've got a bathrobe on and everything! What's the big schmultz, huh?"
"Johnny! What do you mean by peeking? Suppose I hadn't even had this indecent gown on?"
"OK, I'm supposin'. Too bad you-"
Maxine quickly cut him off. She didn't like the look in his eye as he spoke the last bit.
"If you only knew what I've just been through in the last few minutes, you wouldn't be so high-handed with me now," she pouted.
She then began to tell him the terrifying story of the obscene phone caller, whom she called simply Mr. Whisper. She visualized him as a big, fat truckdriver with a few days growth, bundled up in some frayed old coat calling from a phone booth off the Expressway.
She even imagined him with his free hand in his pocket, surreptitiously jerking himself off as his eyes watched for highway-patrol cars. All this she represented to John as the most horrifying of prospects, all the time wrapping her velvet robe more tightly around her perfect figure.
John tried to get close to her luscious body, but Maxine managed to slip away into the bathroom to finish dressing. Following her as she locked herself inside the room, he continued talking to her, discussing his plans for the evening.
"I've been getting into sensitivity cults sort of, ya know? And I sorta thought we might go to one of their touch therapy sessions tonight, if you want to."
"Touch therapy?" she queried suspiciously from the other side of the walnut door. "What's that all about, anyway? This isn't one of those communal happenings, I hope?"
"No, no, you don't understand." As John pondered the best way to explain his new discovery to her, he noticed with quaint amusement that her bathroom door, despite its newness, was styled like the antique variety, with an ornate doorknob of brass and a keyhole. A keyhole! The thought pounded into his brain.
"You see, it's important to free the body of its many restraints, and to destroy the dragon at the base of the spinal column in order to liberate one's psychic energy," he began explaining as he stealthily lowered his eyes to the level of the gaping, familiarly-shaped hole in the door.
He continued explaining and expanding, hardly knowing what he was saying half the time, but having digested the material so well that he knew all the promotional angles by heart. Meanwhile, all he could make out was Maxine in her bathrobe putting on some final make up in front of the mirror.
Then, as he kept on talking, he saw her reach for her sash. Shutting up for a second, he pressed his eye to the keyhole to get a better look. It was impossible for him to talk while he was in that position without giving himself away, and Maxine wanted to know why he wasn't saying anything.
He found it necessary to withdraw long enough to get her talking so he wouldn't have to. He asked her how her acting lessons were going, and she went off on a long spiel, allowing him to get back to the keyhole.
Inside, she was just letting her robe slip to the ground, giving John an almost instant hard-on as he observed her for the first time in such a state of semi-nudity. Actually, most of her body was covered by the full slip, which went several inches below her crotch, but was so sheer that all of her showed through as clear as day.
She had her back to him at first, and he could see the long stretch of her fair skin. And from the skinny straps of her brassiere and the narrow band of panties which barely contained her firm, well-rounded buttocks, he knew that he would be able to see almost as much of her front when she turned around.
As she reached up to the shower-curtain rod to pull down her dark-green velvet shift, John almost climaxed at the sight of her transparent slip riding up over her buttocks until he wanted to reach through the door and snap her panties a good one against her hard fanny.
He had his dick in his hand and was pulling on it, realizing that this was probably all he would get out of this bitch cunt tonight! She was indeed putting on such a good show. Sitting on the toilet seat, she stretched her long legs up to pull on some fishnet stockings which went all the way up to her hips and attached without the need of a garter belt.
From the side he could see that her bra of the brightly printed bikini type, with low-cut cups that have a tendency to uplift and swell out a woman's tits so that they seem even rounder, fuller and more desirable. Her panties were of the same design, and barely wide enough to cover all her bush.
When she stood up to put on her dress, the whole combination looked great, the black of her stockings contrasting sharply with the bright yellows and reds of her undies and the pastel-blue of her slip.
As she lifted the delicate green velvet over her head, her tits waggled upward in an extremely sensual way, straining every limit of the scanty brassiere. Her slip rode up as well, and John knew that he would reach an orgasm any time. The unendurable sexiness of that soft velvet sliding closely over her taut figure inch-by-inch sent his mind reeling and he nearly swooned as she buttoned her dress up to the top so that every bulge and contour of her body and undergarments were outlined in tight, sheeny velvet.
Somehow, though, it seemed like she was at the door in an instant, trying to get it open. John not only was caught before he reached the end of his journey, but he hardly had time to stuff his still stiff-as-a-board prick back in his pant without hurting himself or leaving an embarrassing bulge.
Her body was even more sensational up close. The texture of her soft, tight shift made him want to run his hands all over her body, squeezing especially those luscious-looking bulges in the green velvet that stuck out in front and behind. But she wouldn't let him within inches of her precious form.
"Come on, Johnny; no shilly-shallying or we'll be late for the seminar, or whatever it is."
Reluctantly, John led her from the apartment and into his shiny convertible. In no time at all they were on their way to the sensitivity meeting. John tried some preparatory exercise in the car, but Maxine was only interested in the countryside. By the time they got there, he was feeling pretty low.
The session started off all right, with the leader instructing everyone in the basic procedures, and trying to set an intimate tone. They were all sitting around on the floor, which was composed of adjoining surfaces of either foam rubber, water, smooth rocks, heated waterbeds, corduroy or just heaps and heaps of cool sand, well-watered down to keep off dust.
First they went through a series of relating exercises, where they placed their palms opposite each other, but without touching. In this fashion they moved their hands around and around, trying to follow the other person in this symbolic communication.
Maxine didn't mind this stuff too much, in fact, she was enchanted with it and wanted to learn more. John, however, was in a hurry for them to get down to the more sense-heavy activities. To him, all this relating part wasn't as interesting as the touch-therapy part of the procedure.
That came soon enough. Partners had been switched frequently, causing some confusion and a little awkwardness, since most of the people who came to these introductory sessions in couples seemed reluctant to split up, especially the guys who had come with really sexy-looking chicks.
John had no problem with that. He got a chance to fantasize about each girl as he went through some innocuous motions with her. But he didn't object either when he found himself back with Maxine and the leader announced that couples should start rolling around on the floor together, embracing and comforting each other and repeating, if they liked, the simple phrase, "It's all right," or something like that, over and over to each other.
Not all the guys had been as careful about getting back to their original dates, and so now there was a lot of embarrassment in the room, and a lot of uptight hesitation. But Johnny was quick to get things off to a good start.
Grabbing Maxine firmly around her velveted waist, he gracefully dragged her to the floor and started rolling over and over. Somehow it caught on, and soon the floor was covered with holy-rollers of a new species. Maxie would never have believed it, but it was actually happening!
Johnny himself was freaking out at the sudden nearness of so much luscious beauty which he had been admiring so intently not long ago. By pressing closer to her and looking down, he could even make out the lines of her underwear and her swelling, confined breasts between the buttons of her shift. He longed to free them, and her as well.
As they continued to roll, John developed another hard-on like the one he had when he was peeking through her bathroom door. This time, though, he had the advantage of being right up against Maxie and of rubbing it up and down on her crotch and belly as they rolled around in the soft sand.
Maxine knew damn well what he was up to, for she could plainly feel the shape of his hard cock racing up and down her thighs like a hungry mosquito. Yet she didn't want to cause a scene and lose her ride home. Anyway, she knew this particular event would end soon, or that they would switch off as they usually did.
But when the leader, who was busy holding and rolling himself with an incredibly svelte redhead with the thinnest waist she had ever seen, finally called for a change in partners, he made it sound optional, and only a few couples switched. Apparently they were all getting into the communal thing with a bang.
And John had no intention of letting go either, even if she had been able to find an open man, which she couldn't. By the time she got her eyes and her thoughts back to Johnny and herself, she found that a couple of her buttons had somehow become undone in all the writhing and rolling.
There was no way for her to get her arms free to button them up again, and John was so busy whispering "It's all right, it's all right," that she didn't have the heart to break in and ask him to stop. In fact, she didn't find the experience totally unappealing or unstimulating.
She was getting quite a thrill out of it, and her frosty clit was beginning to tingle, even though she abhorred the idea of letting John lead her into anything she didn't initiate. But above all, she didn't want John to find out that her dress was partly open in front, and she kept trying to keep her chest flat against his so that it wouldn't show at all.
But John was very aware of what was happening, having helped those buttons along himself in his own stealthy way. Of course, he had nothing against the avid way in which she was driving her big, voluptuous tits, already swelling beyond the confines of their tight brassiere, deep into his own chest.
He enjoyed feeling their big softness, and the hard feel of her taut bikini, tensed against his body as his hard-on wallowed between her juicy thighs and jerked and cried for action. He was also able, by applying more pressure to her shoulders with his arms, and depressing his own chest cavity slightly, to catch sight of her fancily-clothed tits by looking straight down her dress. That was a sight worth working for.
This way he could both watch her tits and feel them against his body at the same time. With his hands he was caressing her back, feeling the ridges made in the soft velvet by her slip and brassiere, yearning to take them off her. He went down as far as the bottom fringe of lace on her bikini panties and back up again, sliding a finger up the narrow gully between her buttocks without eliciting so much as a bad look from Maxie as he did so.
She was squirming and unconsciously emitting strange little squeals as John massaged her shoulders and back, all the time whispering the phrase in her ear, telling her it was all right. She seemed to forget her reluctance to let anyone enjoy her body but her virginal brother.
She at least temporarily forgot to keep up her defenses or even to try to conceal her open dress. It was as though she was in a gentle trance controlled by the communal rolling about. In fact, all the couples had slowed down perceptibly from their initial speedy meanderings, whether from nervousness or sheer sexual enthusiasm it was difficult to discern.
Now they all seemed to be lolling in some kind of sensual attitude, where all they could do was hug the other body and teeter back and forth like a crescent moon or a rocking horse, lulling each other to tranquility.
But as so often happens, that serenity gradually gave way to the more frantic ravings and rumblings of a more passionate state. For after the couples relaxed and stared at each other, their desire grew until they could no longer resist.
No one knew whether it was part of the original plan-perhaps the subtle music had something to do with it, or the fact that each was finally reunited with the person he had come with-but whatever it was, everyone was certainly very relaxed. there could be no doubt about the fact that there were some extra therapeutic (in the traditional sense) activities and gropings going on out on the floor. But the room was so large, with so many different floor textures and areas of play, that everyone felt safe and private, as they would at a cocktail party where everybody was making it in a different room.
The lights were low, and the sounds of love filled the room, as a dozen girls moaned and hands reached out for crotches everywhere. John and Maxine were no exception. John could hardly believe that he was finally going to get what he had been after all night, and for the past few weeks as well, and it was even going to be easy.
They were lying in the waterbed area by now, having already covered most of the other surfaces and deciding this one to be the most interesting and rewarding. John had managed to help open several other of her shifts soft velvet buttons along the winding, arduous path there.
She either hadn't noticed or had been too entranced by the environment of lights, music, textures and adjacent sexual activities to care much. Now, however, their odd, erratic movements on the surface of the heated waterbed laid the front of her body open to John's clear view as she lay on her back with her eyes closed.
She had a broad smile on her face, and so did John, as he watched her brassiere-and slip-encased breasts rock up and down, reaching an interesting state of strained expansion as the waves hit their peaks. The rest of her svelte body swayed as well under the influence of the oscillating vinyl.
Her hips and thighs would lurch up unexpectedly, so he could see the impression of her big bush of pubic hair through her sheer slip and panties. Then her legs would stretch out below him, her slip and dress riding up so they were bare to the crotch. Taking a real chance for the first time that evening, he put out his trembling arm and let his moist palm grace along the smooth contours of her long leg all the way up her thigh.
She didn't open her eyes, but kept on groaning louder and louder as he continued to caress her legs with one hand while working on the back or her neck with the other. Their movements were so exaggerated by the waterbed that her shift, as close-fitting as it was, eventually slipped off at the shoulders.
Then John helped the straps of her slip slide off as well, leaving only the thin straps of her brassiere tightly ensconced in her flesh. Her breasts, meanwhile, were pumping up and down as her breathing grew heavier, and seemed to John from their exposed position to be about to burst out of their tight containers.
John squeezed her tighter around the waist, as if by so doing he would pop her knockers out. The rhythm of the music was picking up, and John could see some of the couples dancing in the semi-buff, stripped down to their undies and bumping hard cocks and goosefleshed tits against each other's exposed flesh, in a seemingly playful fashion.
In other places in the room, he could barely make out some of the men really getting down to it, leaning over the prostrate bodies of their girlfriends and peeling the clothes from them. Still others were yet too shy to do anything but hold and roll their partners, even in the hazy anonymity of a room full of sensual seekers.
John figured he was doing all right with his hand under Maxie's dress, feeling her silky panties with the lace fringes, and against the silky skin of her finely shaped, firm buttocks that rose up behind her like she was just made for getting jammed from behind.
He even ventured a few fingers under the tight elastic band of her panties until he could feel every inch of her hackled rump, running his fingers between the tight chasm formed by the two fleshy but firm mounds. Eventually he had a single fingertip inserted in the tiny puckered orifice of her ass, and was getting a slightly sensational response from the rest of her body.
Her chest, for instance, began to move around and around against his, with her barely confined tits reaching out to their full extent. Her legs opened and shut, her thighs clutching for his long, hard ramrod, which was inaccessible to them inside his trousers and underpants.
Her eyes glazed, and her lips became full and moist, forming an alluring kiss that alone would have gotten him hard. Her lips sucked on his, she took his tongue into her mouth and fondled it with her own. Finally, with her hands, pinching and squeezing his buttocks, she brought his crotch and its heavy weight as close to her cunt as she could.
While his tongue was still in her mouth, he surveyed her sensually abandoned face with his eyes and then looked out over the room to see what was happening, still sucking at her mouth, still nuzzling her crack with his hard cattle prod.
Nothing really seemed changed, except that the semi-clothed dancers seemed to be wilting. At least their clothes were, and they would soon be forced to abandon them. The leader of the session, a tall, muscular man with a full beard, had his therapy mate totally nude writhing under his powerful body.
Actually, she was not totally nude, but retained a thin gold chain about her hips and a thick leather thong across her thighs, as well as a piece of black velvet around her neck. The black contrasted sharply, as did the deep tan of her body, with her long, brilliant vermilion hair.
She was without doubt the prettiest redhead John had ever seen, with a remarkable figure to boot. Skinny and exceedingly bony at the midriff, she swelled out in the chest until her size thirty-eight breasts stood straight up, even though she was flat on her back, and her dark carmine nipples were fully an inch erect. The bony cradle of her pelvis was moving and gyrating in a circle and her whole sweating, bronzed body was squirming beneath his suspended torso as though she were bathing in Lake Ecstasy.
It was clear from the way her long-nailed fingers pulled at his sides, that there was nothing she wanted more than to have his bulky body descend upon her and guide his swelling prick in between her thighs.
He, however, still had most of his clothes on, and seemed to get more enjoyment out of simply watching her sensational body aching for his cock. Of course, John got a lot of enjoyment out of watching it as well, and in a way it drove, him on and furthered his excitement with Maxine as he watched the couple who were no more than a few yards from where he lay.
He didn't want to forget Max of course, but he was beginning to wonder if he'd ever be able to get all her clothes off. That redhead's naked body looked so appetizing that he felt cheated with the fastidiously dressed mannequin he was with. But he had to put the thought out of his head, because there wasn't a chance in the world of getting a beautiful dame like that to suddenly switch her hairy leader for a relatively clean-cut looking guy like himself.
Especially in the middle of an orgy, for that was simply what John had had in his mind when he had so graciously promoted the idea of group therapy to Maxine. He concentrated his efforts on the skill of the redhead, hoping to himself that Max was doing likewise.
CHAPTER TWO
Getting up from his position over the gorgeous redhead on the floor, the leader, still dressed, came over a few steps to where John was working on Maxine. With a magnanimous wave of his hand he indicated to Johnny that he should take over with the redhead while he himself would try to get a little further with Maxine than Johnny had been able to do.
Kneeling down between the long, dark legs of the ruby lady, John carefully and slowly removed all of his clothes. Ruby continued writhing and squirming below him on the ground, trying to scratch John's naked thighs into action with her long, sharp nails as he knelt there.
Finally as he lowered his head to take one of her stiff, upward-pointing nipples between his teeth, she placed a hand on each side of his head and began to caress his ears with the open palms of her hands. Then she inserted the tips of her fingers just inside the shells of his ears and began to titillate them.
He was rolling his head from side to side in joy between her two large, firm knockers, while his rock-hard dick lolled between her creamy soft thighs, which she used to stroke the underside of his swelling penis one after the other. He could feel every well-sculptured bone of her rib cage and pelvis against his own stomach, and ran his greedy hands underneath her taut, full buttocks, stimulating them with the edges of his fingernails.
She had one of those fine, almost exaggeratedly sexy bodies that John loved to see with clothes on it again, just so he could enjoy the thought of taking them off and once again revealing her wonderful naked skin. In fact, he went through a series of fantasies of her wearing different kinds of sexy apparel in a room which he entered, and then proceeded to undress her.
But now she was already radiantly naked before him, and despite the fact that he knew she would look orgastic in almost any clothes, he had had enough of getting girls undressed tonight. Possibly the leader would have more luck getting Maxine's layers of clothing off, but John was just grateful that he didn't have to think about things like that with this beautiful cunt.
As he was sucking on her swollen tits with a vengeance, she slowly, and with the firmness of a truly dominant personality, moved his active gums all the way down along her belly, over her sexy navel, until his chin was tickled by the big curly bush of her plentiful pubic hair. Lifting his head up an inch or so, Johnny took a close look at her luscious pussy.
He had never seen quite so much hair lumped onto one female crotch before. And it was all a flaming cinnabar-color, a rust-red forest half as old as time. Her vaginal lips, too, seemed to protrude or stick up, ready for action in a way that he had rarely seen on women. The point of their separation was well marked, and with no effort at all he was able to find her erect clitoris with the tip of his exploratory tongue.
Soon his tongue was doing everything it knew how, delving into every fiord of her cunt, but especially stroking her clitoris to full stiffness and then sucking on it. Ruby's legs were jerking spasmodically, her sweet thighs pressing her fingers against his ears with a passion.
She emitted a series of gradually loudening moans and sighs as he burrowed his mouth into her cunt, until finally she let go a great belch from inside her pussy and a long, low scream of pleasure from her mouth as she came in a multiple cluster of climaxes, one after the other only minutes and seconds apart.
After that she seemed to take on an even more sensually alerted glow. Her svelte body seemed possessed by a ravenous spirit of voluptuousness and sexual energy. Every movement of her long, lean torso against John's became an ecstasy, every open-mouthed kiss she exchanged with him seemed to be lit by the hot fire of mid-orgasm's deep need.
Just as John's hard-working chops were being overwhelmed by Ruby's enthusiastic response, he thought he was either mad or dreaming, but he actually felt the unmistakably cool, sweet feeling of someone's mouth on his hard cock. He had been so engrossed in giving it to Ruby that he had left his own genitals unattended to, and apparently someone had taken pity on him.
The feeling on his cock was so beautiful and soothing that it was impossible for him to move or do anything but stretch his limbs in animal pleasure at the great blow-job he was getting, entirely unsolicited. Meanwhile, Ruby was still ecstatically caressing his head and shoulders in the afterglow of her several orgasms as he licked aimlessly at her cunt.
Finally, rolling over carefully onto his back to get a glimpse of his benefactor, he did the biggest double take of his career. It was Maxine, stripped down to nothing but that alluring brassiere of hers, who had her hot mouth around John's pulsating cock, and the leader himself was at her rear end.
He really couldn't believe the switch on her part, and began to believe that that guy, whoever the hell he was, must have incredible power over women. They seemed willing to do anything he said. And yet how magnanimous it was of him to first give up his own luscious redhead to John and then, after working what could only be considered wonders with Maxine, have her give John a blow-job instead of himself.
He was obviously satisfied with the humble position of eating out Maxine's lush asshole. And the best part about the whole thing was that she was giving John one of the best sucks he'd ever felt. Coolly and lovingly, she dragged her swift tongue over and over the smooth, swelling surface of his hardened member.
While she sucked up and down on his whang her hands were busy pulling and tickling the big, bulging hairy sac of his balls, urging them to disburse their precious milky product up through the long hard shaft of his cock.
Meanwhile, he worked his mouth up along Ruby's svelte body until it was suckling on her big firm tits while Maxine kept sucking away on the lollipop of his dick. Soon the pleasure was more than John could stand, and he could no longer keep the rushing tide of hot white come from bursting out of his cock in long, intense spurts that filled Maxine's avid mouth, while the jerking spasms of his prick shook her entire head with them.
A wave of incredibly strong pleasure shot over Johnny's whole body from his ass to his elbows, and he slumped into the cradle of Ruby's pelvis, his weary head between her generous breasts. Maxine continued to clean and suck his spent member with the enthusiasm of a young new wife.
That was all he could remember for a while, as the red lights faded above his swimming brains. He must have fallen into a deep sleep, because when he arose, almost everyone had left the place except for Ruby and him. They were both lying on their backs on the heated waterbed, and the watch on his wrist showed that many hours must have passed since he fell out and was laid to rest on the incredibly comfortable heated surface.
Immediately, he rolled off and began to look for his clothes in the huge, deserted room. He found them in a small room off the main lobby, equipped with a small bed and a radio, and was busy putting them back on when Ruby appeared in the doorway. He hadn't even noticed her lying next to him on the waterbed when he had gotten up, or else he had imagined that it was actually Maxine lying there, since that seemed more likely to him.
Now that he realized it was Ruby, he began to worry about where Maxine was. But a word from Ruby set his mind at ease. Anyway, it was awfully hard for him to get too upset about Maxie's disappearance with the leader when that beautiful redhead was standing there smiling at him.
Leaning in the doorway in her tight-fitting gray shirt and matching pants with a silver chain around her middle, she looked just as John had imagined she would earlier that night: eminently disrobable. Her shirt was of the thin, shiny kind, and the clear outline of her big, wonderful tits confined in a tight, transparent bra showed through in every detail, including the long, erect nipples which could not be restrained by two layers of taut synthetic fabric. His mouth was watering.
Through her pants he could make out the extremely skinny lines of her bikini underpants as well as the voluminous bush of her pubic hair. The pants clung tightly to her thighs and all the way down her legs. When she turned around, her fire-red hair flowed all the way to the out-and up-thrust bumps of her rear end, which strained the narrow pants almost to splitting.
In fact, John was having an ardent phantasy that they were splitting and that it was up to him to hold them together with his bare hands. His bare hands, that was a swell idea. He wanted to embrace her entire body again with his bare hands, even though he had been all over her eating her out only a few hours ago. Of course, he hadn't actually had the pleasure of fucking her.
He wondered exactly what the setup was for the rest of the night, and what role she was supposed to play in his plans, or the leader's plans, or whatever. The way she was standing there was friendly yet ambivalent. In fact, he had the feeling that she might only be humoring him because of some whim of her regular boyfriend, the leader who ran the group therapy sessions.
So many times in the past, John had run into .girls and women who, after going through all kinds of sexy and obscene procedures one night, would go back to being cold and hard-to-get the next day, and she certainly looked like she was capable of such a decision. Certainly, she was far prettier and sexier than any of the chicks who had pulled those bitchy stunts on him before.
And he wondered if he dared take her back to his apartment, where the landlady knew him and Maxine was sure to find out. After all, she was bound to come out of whatever trance she had been in the night before. And when she did, she would, realize what she had done, and what Johnny had been doing to the other chick, and he wouldn't want to be around when that happened.
Maxine could have an incredible temper, even if that was all he had seen of her passion. And Johnny hated to lose her. Even though he wasn't getting any lately from her, she was quite wealthy. If he could ever establish some kind of sexual rapport with her, he would have it made.
But Ruby was certainly worth the gamble, although he couldn't be sure if she would stick around after today. So he was a little surprised when she suggested they go to her place instead, as she had a specially designed townhouse in the city all to herself, and she had to be there to receive certain important business calls. Johnny could see that.
And if she owned a whole brownstone, she might be almost as rich as Maxine-not that he was a gold digger or anything as coarse as that. But he had several rather elaborate schemes for different kinds of media productions that would take an enormous amount of money to get underway.
Johnny didn't have any intention of working his ass to the bone for the next twenty years to get enough bread together to pay for all the equipment himself. He wanted to do it now, and finding a chick with money was the only way he saw right now, although it might seem a little mercenary to others.
But of course he had never expected that the woman he would finally decide upon could be as desirable as Ruby. If that worked out, he would indeed be making a coup, and killing two birds with one stone. In any case, it should prove to be an interesting adventure at the very least.
The ride there was uneventful, except that John enjoyed the elaborate sound system in the car, which allowed listener manipulation of gain levels, loop delay set-ups, echoes, the whole works, in twelve-way stereo instead of the usual car radio. Her place was a pleasantly ornate, three-story building near the river.
When they got inside, John was overwhelmed by the expensive, antique furniture with which she had crowded the entire first floor, all of it as gorgeous as she was. Tall mirrors with gargoyle-laden frames and old mercury-glass abounded, as well as medieval tapestries on the walls.
There was an enormous velvet-covered couch in the middle of the living room, and Ruby reclined in it a moment, the color of the material obviously having been selected to contrast beautifully with her bright hair. She looked truly regal in he glow of the fire which John got going in the fireplace.
But she warned him not to get too settled there, since there were still two more floors to her little palace, and he would certainly want to see them as well. During all this time, Johnny was anxious to find out exactly what her connection to the touch-therapy institute was, and how she knew the leader.
And what did she do on the side, to get all this money? However, he wasn't able to get clear answers from her on any of these questions, she apparently valued mystery more than even most men do. Sitting next to her on the velvet sofa before the fire, he edged his arm around her shoulder, and asked her what they could do with the rest of the evening, whether she would like to go out or whether she intended to spend the rest of the night inside.
Moving a little closer to him so that her big right tit jutted stiffly into his side just below the armpit, giving him a sensual awakening there that soon began to spread, she suggested that there was enough to keep them busy inside her modest mansion-in-the-city to keep them busy for weeks.
He wondered what she meant by that, whether she was just kidding or if she really intended to stay indoors that long. But he had very little time to think it out as she continued nuzzling closer and closer to him, rubbing her silky shirt and its well-stuffed interior up against his sensitive body. Then all of a sudden she got up and told him they were going upstairs.
Reluctantly, he got up from the sofa and followed her enticing figure to the ornate spiral staircase, which she began to ascend. Walking up behind her was a treat that set his blood a few degrees higher. Every step made her firm, generous buttocks swing and plump out with a mouth-watering lushness, accentuated by the thin impression of her bikinis clinging tightly to her rump underneath the gray pants.
He yearned to slide his arm all the way up the length of her tight-fitting pants, caressing every inch of her long, bronzed legs as she moved smoothly, finally getting to her sensual, creamy thighs and tickling their tender insides. Then he would grab hold of her panties and take them off of her.
By the time they got to the top of the stairs, John's phantasy had almost carried him completely way, and he could feel his fingers twitching and his cock growing hard, until he could no longer resist and, forgetting himself for a while, thrust a hand between her thighs as she walked.
Her natural motion caused it to be trapped and squeezed between them there, and once she felt it, she purposely held her legs together to savor the feeling of something hard and blunt between her soft thighs. A sweet smile appeared on her face, and it was obvious that she was enjoying Johnny's forwardness.
As her smile deepened, and she put her hand tenderly against his groin, he thought that he would soon be able to fulfill all his wild dreams with this gorgeous cunt.
But what was more surprising than her catching his hand or the frank use of hers, was the surprise that was waiting for him when they came to the next landing, where the decor was strikingly different. And that wasn't all.
CHAPTER THREE
There before him, in the midst of a layout that looked as though it had been designed by someone on an acid trip, with all curved contours and not a trace of a straight line, was Maxine, dressed in some kind of leather outfit and tied with clear plastic chains to a black post covered with white bearskin.
Her outfit consisted of a leather g-string, actually no more than a rawhide thong tied tightly, to the point of cutting off some of her circulation, all around her fine fleshy buttocks and down between her thighs. She was tied with her rump to them, so that he couldn't see her face or her tits, but he knew it was Maxine.
At first, his pity was aroused, and he wondered what the hell she was doing up there like that. Certainly it couldn't be part of any kind of therapy or therapeutic treatment. Addressing his queries to Ruby, he was assured that that was not necessarily so, and that therapy was relative, just like everything else.
What might be hideous or onerous to one person, might very well be therapeutic to another. Sometimes pain was useful in raising the level of consciousness, and awakening certain feelings and sense potential that lingered dormant in the improperly or insufficiently stimulated anatomy.
She and her husband Carl were certain that they had unlocked many of the secrets of the anatomy which had remained hidden for ages to the mind of man, while blind individuals rushed ahead with technological advances that left the spirit in a shambles. Still others criticized their practices, considering them nothing but cruel and shameful.
And while contemporary opinion had given full approval to the normal gamut of sexually-frank operations, there still remained age-old taboos against certain kinds of superficially painful techniques which, when properly understood, could serve to catapult a person's John had to admit that lie was somewhat stimulated by the sight of his erstwhile girlfriend tied with those silly looking Plexiglas chains to that black, fur-covered pole, her buttocks sticking out and twitching. He was caught between two driving impulses: one to free Maxine from her cruel, humiliating bondage; the other was to charge her from behind and cool his hard cock in the sweaty crevice of her big, fleshy ass.
On the other hand, he didn't want to do anything that would jeopardize his relationship with Ruby, especially considering the renewed fervor with which it had been suggested. In short, he would have liked to be able to fuck them both, preferably at the same time, like he did before. He had never imagined how much more satisfying it could be to have two women working on him at once.
But Ruby indicated that he should at least begin with Maxine, who had already agreed to be the victim. Handing him a long bullwhip of black Spanish leather, she told him to go over and introduce himself to his girlfriend in his new role of supreme master. John wasn't sure he was ready to accept the role yet, but he had long had the phantasy of some day getting to whip some woman in retribution for all the trouble they had caused him.
And now Maxine's formerly inaccessible buttocks and skinny, bony back that swelled up into a broad chest were all exposed to his mercy or lust, and he was the sole master.
Pulling at the leather thong that now bound her loins, he elicited cries of pain from her as he jerked it up to make room for his cock to enter her between her buttocks.
Then, as her firm rump glowed with red sparks where the thongs had been tied too tightly, he shoved a premonitory finger up her puckered asshole. When he was finally ready, he began taking off his own clothes. When he removed his underpants, his long, throbbing stinger jabbed up into the air and began dancing around like a wild unicorn tusk, aiming in the general direction of the big red mounds of her derriere.
But then, just as he was getting ready to ram his rude avenger up her ass, he felt the cruel sting and heard the loud crack of the whip he had left behind him. Whirling around in his nakedness, he saw Ruby standing there in a new outfit that she must have slipped into while he was stripping down.
She explained that because he had abandoned the whip, he was unworthy of it, and as a consequence must suffer under its lash which she, being infinitely worthy no doubt, would be forced to apply. And as she explained she gave him another "love tap" across the chest with the crude weapon.
Things weren't going the way John had wanted them to, and he began to get the premonition that he was not going to get to enjoy either of his lovely women because of his indecisiveness, and that would be too much for him to bear.
Ruby though looked like she really meant business with that big black whip in her hands. And though her body was thin and sleek, she was strong enough to make it hurt. John was stark naked, and there wasn't much he could do under the circumstances except run and hide on the other side of the pole that Maxine was strapped, or rather chained, to.
For the first time that night since leaving her side at the encounter group, he was looking Maxine squarely in the face. There was a mixture of fear and pleasure in her eyes that set him to thinking that they must have some kind of weird setup here. As the ineffectual lashes of Ruby's fierce whip fell across Maxine's. exposed back and backside, he saw the lustful, oblivious glaze of masochistic pleasure come into Maxine's eyes and spread to her whole face until even her tongue was lolling out with desire, and her lips begged him in soundless syllables to fuck her up the ass immediately.
Of course there was nothing he would rather do at the moment, if he only had the chance. But with the way Ruby was brandishing that big long whip, it didn't look like he was going to get a chance to fulfill his ardent desire.
Nevertheless, Ruby kept flailing and Maxine kept wincing and wailing until Johnny felt like he had to do something to stop the poor girl's suffering. Rushing around the pole, he grabbed the end of the whip around his wrist the way he had seen it done in old cowboy movies and television serials.
Jerking his arm suddenly towards him, he was able to wrench the dastardly weapon out of Ruby's hand. Gathering it up in loose coils which he looped around his arm, he approached the surprised Ruby, who seemed to look favorably, if somewhat fearfully, upon John's newly acquired forcefulness.
She began to get on her knees and beg him to hit her with the whip. She was writhing up and down and insisting, demanding that he beat the shit out of her right then and there, and she would do anything he wanted for the rest of his life. Well, it sounded pretty good, so he lifted the jagged length of refined rawhide and waved it over her trembling head.
She groveled in fear at his feet, the points of her nipples uppermost through her bra and tight silk shirt. He dragged the tip of the whip across her chest, in between the vulnerable hillsides of her twin peaks, letting it fall inside the buttons of her shirt to tickle the surface of her chest.
Then, with great care, he wrapped the end around each button in turn and whipped them off, one at a time from the bottom up, until, with a flourish, her shirt flew open. Johnny got a jerk in his sex organ at the sight of those incredibly large bra-cups fighting hard to keep her firm breasts inside.
Her short leather skirt had ridden up on her hips to reveal that the only-thing guarding her pudenda was a narrow gold chain with a few glittery, free swinging gewgaws hanging from it across the entrance to her cunt. She also had on some very sheer nylon stockings that were held up on each thigh by some kind of jeweled band or garter instead of the traditional garter belt.
Now that he had her shirt open, John wanted more than anything else to pull her skirt down and go home. But he knew that she would never let him get anywhere until he proved that he was the dominating type she wanted him to be. So after a few preliminary twirls of the long leather thong, he began giving her a few lashes across the tits, being careful to hit only the covered sectors so as not to leave any scars on their beautiful, tanned surface.
He did the same to her crotch, flailing her across the rumpled, leather band of her miniskirt until she cried out in an anguish of pleasure and rolled over on her belly. Then he started giving it to her on her partly covered rump, as well as sliding the whip sharply across the tender small of her back, making her whole anatomy tremble with delight, but leaving no trace of its presence.
In fact, she was delighted with his handling of the whole situation, feeling that she had at last found a man who cared for getting the maximum pleasure arousal from a minimum of violence. And not only did she find the new ratio personally interesting and exhilarating, but she immediately saw the wonderful business potential or something that would have more general appeal to the popular masses, the man in the street.
Far more important than that though, was the realization that John was a tender, sensitive human being who was capable of feeling real emotions towards her and spared no length to express them. After gaining his confidence earlier that evening, she had tried to humiliate him in every way possible, and had been unsuccessful.
Now she would take him in again, only to go on later to test his freedom from petty jealousy. She began to moan and whimper in an excruciating, enticing sexual way with each of John's careful lashings, until she could see his mouth beginning to water. Then she began to long roll across the floor, during which her short skirt managed to remove itself from the fragile cylinder of her hips.
Lying on her back, she lifted both legs at once about forty-five degrees into the air and spread them apart so that her body formed an inverted Y. Instantly John went for her exposed crack with the whip and managed to land several sharp cracks there, totally unexpected by Ruby.
She winced and shot her legs even further out and up, shoving the protruding, reddened lips of her pussy so far up that one of the metal charms on her waist chain fell between them and was sucked within. That was all John could take. He was ready to mount her now, his hard-on back to full strength and shooting out of his crotch like a sore thumb at ten o'clock high.
But first he had the ingenious idea of releasing Maxine from her Plexiglas bonds so she could join in as his rear artillery, so to speak. At first she was too worn out and spent most of her time rubbing her wrists and ankles where the chains had been.
She was a little disappointed and hurt to see John so anxious to get back to his other cunt after cutting her loose. Now that she was out of the wild trance that strange, bearded man had put her in last night, she wasn't feeling so generous sexually. But she had been through a lot.
Sometimes a long, hard ordeal can do more for straightening out a person's head than any amount of mesmeric talk or hypnotic looks. Besides, she was so glad to be free of the whipping that her normal sexual urges were beginning to resurface, only now they were more heightened than ever.
The exposure of her flesh for so long in he cool, automatically controlled temperature of the house, and the stimulating effect on her epidermis of all those flailing sand pinchings and squeezings from behind, had built up a kind of electrical deposit in her body, a charge that needed to be neutralized by some static electricity of the opposite charge.
And Johnny was the only opposite charge in sight. Her suffering having broken down some of her resistance to sexual dominance, she decided that it would be better to get into things with a little enthusiasm for a change, rather than sitting around moping and horny.
Of course she didn't like being assigned to such a menial role in the menage a trois, but she also calculated that she might use her talents as a lever to boost herself to prominence over Ruby. Mainly, of course, she just wanted plenty of cock at the moment, and she would do anything to get it.
And, she was glad at having a chance to initiate again, to be able to take part or else jerk off while watching the two of them go at it.
John, on the other hand, wasn't giving much thought to Maxine and her bitchy hangups at the moment, for he was rather deeply involved with Ruby's bronze buttocks rising stoutly before him like two mounds of frozen custard. He was prodding and separating them with the stiff tip of his dick, spitting and drooling on it to give it lubrication.
Then Ruby rolled over and pulled him against her, his hard cock falling between her soft-as-heather thighs, where she squeezed and pampered it like a royal hot dog, bringing near his long awaited climax. But for that he wanted to be inside her. It had been great eating her out, and it was great having his cock massaged by her deft legs until he felt like screaming.
But what he had been looking forward to was just the simple luxury of fucking such a beautiful woman and watching her finely proportioned body and pretty face go through the throes of ecstasy along with him. With one movement he ripped off her tight brassiere, leaving deep red gashes where the straps and bands had been, and catapulting her firm knockers tipped with their big dark nipples upward to him.
Lifting his entire body into the air above her, he slid back an inch or two and prepared to lower his rock-hard, horizontal prick into her handsome hangar. First he let its firm, rubbery tip play against the well-distended outer lips of her hairy cunt, making her buttocks lift clear off the ground with each nudge.
Maxine by this time had recovered and was busy cradling his balls in her loving fingers, following expertly the long lunges he was making towards Ruby's cunt with his torso. As he began to sink the first half-inch or so of his rammer into the outskirts of her pussy and then withdraw, leaving Ruby in an agony of desire each time, Maxine was busy working her fingers up the root of John's cock until she had one whole hand firmly around it.
John was enjoying the feel of that hand on his dick as he worked on the other girl's cunt, but he had no idea what Maxine had in mind. Raising his torso into the air, he paused for a second before going into the final, passionate, no-longer-able-to-be-resisted plunge into the depths of her being.
In that instant Maxine fastened her other hand to the top of the first, at the base of his root. Then, as he lowered away, full tilt, and boggied on into her jewel, he found that Maxine's hands kept him from the full plunge; he was only halfway into Ruby. That was annoying.
Here he was caught between ecstatic expectation and orgiastic fulfillment, going only half the speed of light, only halfway to Jupiter, and that bitch Maxine was the difference. But before he could get riled about it, she had jerked his whang out of Ruby's begonias and was lifting her own fair anatomy into position over the dangerously-pointed object.
John was too flustered to count noses. Frankly, at any other time, he couldn't care less, but he had already gone through such elaborate fantasies about giving it to Ruby and had come so close, that he would really lose a lot of sleep if he didn't get to fuck her after all. Of course, Maxine would never be able to understand that. And indeed, she was already lowering the hoist onto his numb erection, reawakening it with the tight, juicy walls of her vagina as they slid in all around it and filled his heart with a feeling of security and dirty, sexy warmth.
He couldn't move, but he didn't have to. He knew it would be better to wait out this storm, and conserve his energy for Ruby, whom he could always get after Maxine was finished with him. And the way she was squirming and worming around on the shaft of his rocket, it looked like fireworks would soon be going off inside of her-but whether they would be hers or Johnny's would depend on his fortitude and longevity in the heat of action.
He could either try to come immediately, so that he would have a few minutes to rest for his assault on Ruby, or he could try to hold off until he had made Maxie come; but he knew that she would never be the type of girl to quit a good prick while it was still hard, and he'd never be able to lose his erection as long as her sumptuous piece of twat was on the line.
So he might as well go for the quick hit. She was certainly making it easy enough for him, the way she was moving around and hanging her gorgeous tits against his chest and in his face, just letting the stiffened nipples graze against the surface of his skin in a most enticing manner.
Then she would lift her crotch up, up along his stiff shaft, with a smooth stroke, bringing her cunt to the very end of his cock before slamming down on it again. After about four or five treatments like that, John was on the verge of an orgasm. Gathering up her thighs against her stomach in his powerful arms, he half sat up for his climax, which exploded with great force inside of her, and left the two of them rocking and rolling on the floor.
Ruby had been watching the whole thing from the sidelines, not really feeling like interrupting their fond play. But as soon as they finished fucking each other, she came over to John's limp and slowly recuperating body, and pried him apart from Maxine with great force and urgency.
Seeing that John refused to budge, Ruby satisfied herself with kneeling behind his back and scratching his backbone and shoulders lightly and erotically with the edges of her sharply pointed nails while he continued to embrace Maxine in his afterglow. She licked the back of his neck and the insides of his ears, whispering loving encouragement as well.
Then Ruby would knead some of the loose flesh on his back between her well-trained teeth, subtly massaging and stimulating every pore to rejuvenated awareness. Soon he could feel the effects spreading to other, lower parts of his anatomy as well. His balls began to itch and his limp prick started to grow again.
He could feel its sensitive surface taking on a mounting shape in the warm, moist security of Maxine's tight cunt. It was a wonderfully pleasant sensation to feel his spent cock grow to hardness inside the very place which had reduced it to a limp state not many minutes ago.
Slowly but surely the strong young root squiggled up the sides of her still-hot pussy, seeking the full contours of its potential size.
But before it could get seriously entangled in that operation, Ruby was careful to remove it from its nest and bring it out in he open where she could get her hands on it.
But John was waking up now, and remembered his original intention. Abandoning Maxine's limp-as-a-dishrag body, he took Ruby by her slim waist and brought her bony pelvis against his in a long, naked embrace which sent his cock straight between her legs and out the back of her peaked buttocks.
He rolled her over onto the floor and landed on top of her, his hard organ fluttering against her sexy navel as he took her left tit fully into his mouth and began to bite until she screamed out. Then he squeezed both of the big round moons until it looked as if the poor stiff nipples at the tips would burst open from the pressure he was putting on them.
He gouged her cunt with his knee, which he brought up and dug bluntly into her crotch until the tears came. He was certainly more than a match for her sado-masochistic impulses, and she was almost beginning to wish that he would go back to his more gentle, less forcible ministrations of before.
Now the fire of revenge burned in her fierce eyes, and she dreamed of taking the lash to him in a new frenzy of punishment, flailing his weak flesh until he begged her for mercy on all fours and offered to suck her asshole for the rest of her life if she would only stop and give him some relief.
But there was no way for her now to carry out those fantasies, and all she could do was willingly submit to his lunatic assault, enjoying and savoring the brutality of it as much as she could until he was done.
After all, she didn't mind getting fucked or whipped, but a knee in the cunt was unforgivably gauche.
CHAPTER FOUR
Letting out with an advanced karate kick, she floored him in one motion, leaving him unconscious, his naked limbs arranged in an odd-shaped cluster on the floor. Maxine was taken aback by Ruby's sudden action and didn't know what to make of the situation as it was shaping up.
Ruby, however, lost no time in explaining some of the rules of the advanced therapy which she had just demonstrated. Although her actions might seem complicated and unrelated to the untrained observer, there was actually a deep purpose to every change in tactics, which would become apparent later on.
Maxine went for her explanation for the most part, although she expressed doubts as to whether it was the best approach. Then, further interested in the other applications of the new therapy, she asked Ruby if it were possible for her to overcome her strange sexual hang-up about her kid brother.
Ruby said that she had heard of such cases before, and that it would not be too difficult for Maxine to tear down the barriers that surrounded her natural love and normal sex urges. Of course, she added, it was not altogether reprehensible for a pretty girl to have such emotions and sensations.
In fact, it was perfectly natural for her to be attracted to her brother. All she would really have to do would be to learn to transfer that feeling to other men, and to realize that it was all right for them to seduce her, and not always vice-versa. That would help her overcome her fear that her brother would no longer be the passive, innocent type he had been before puberty.
On the whole, Ruby was hopeful of a total cure, and she decided that the best way to get things off to a good start would be for Max to go to her brother's birthday party in Peekskill, and begin at the root of the problem. Once things were straightened out there, the rest of it would come naturally.
She suggested that they leave her house and start immediately on the upstate trek, adding that they could get all the extra sleep they wanted at some motel along the way. Maxine thought that was a good idea and decided that it would be better to leave while she was still feeling the urge to cleanse her soul, before her old fears could return.
Leaving John in a frozen coma on the floor, they got dressed in the upstairs bedroom and then took the rear elevator to the street and into the car. Ruby was wearing nothing but an open-front leather shirt fastened across the bust with rawhide thongs and showing just enough of her big round boobs, unhampered by a bra, to set any red-blooded American boy chirping like a cricket on a hot summer night somewhere in Georgia.
She also wore a very short knit skirt and a pair of tinted stockings that looked great on her long, thin legs as she slid into the front seat.
In fact, even Maxine was beginning to have her doubts about bringing such a good-looking chick to meet her brother. If she did solve her hang-ups, she'd still be picking up a lot of heavy competition from Ruby.
But she was so desperate that she was willing to take the chance that Ruby was really a decent chick after all. She didn't understand everything she had to say about the new kinds of action therapy which she promulgated, but she was sure that Ruby must have some noble motive for doing all of this.
Of course, she was a little overtaken by the way that Ruby had appropriated John for her own use, but then again, she had disappeared with the group leader after he had somehow talked her into giving John a blow-job. How he had done that, even she herself wasn't exactly sure of.
All she knew was that he had a silver tongue and a hypnotic quality to his voice that was capable of making his listener feel sorry for him while at the same time wanting to do everything he suggested out of sheer admiration and compassion for him.
It seemed possible, and yet in the few minutes he spent on the floor with her, he had overcome her lifetime neurosis against being told what to do sexually and, with his finger on her clitoris, had convinced her that there was nothing she would rather do than blow John while he was, of all things, eating out Ruby.
That was a horny one all right. But she knew that she had been awfully horny that night and her resistance had begun to weaken considerably during the long and intimate therapy session in the big room.
That was another matter now, though, and all that she cared about at the moment was getting to the celebration on time.
They were sweeping past myriad sparkling lights advertising cheap motels with color television and indoor swimming pools, golf, tennis, and recreation and dancing. The bright lights twinkled against the night's deep-purple sky like so many spaceships on their ways to distant galaxies.
Ruby spotted a nice-looking one along the way that featured mandarin cooking and a cocktail pianist. Of course it was a little late for that kind of thing. All they really wanted was a good shower and a soft bed. The clerk at the desk eyed them suspiciously, as if he thought they were lesbians. Maxine didn't much like his looks either.
But they got a great room with a huge double-bed and a twenty-one inch color set. They also had a big shower stall and Ruby instantly announced that she was going to take a hot one before going to bed for the night. She undressed in front of Maxine, talking the whole time about the nasty clerk.
While Ruby was in the shower, Maxine was concentrating on the events that had just taken place. Maxine was relaxing with her thoughts when she thought she heard low, muffled sounds from the bathroom. As she listened more intently, the sounds became louder and more intense.
Actually, what Maxine was hearing was Ruby, who was showering and masturbating at the same time. The lovely redhead had her hand in her cunt and was massaging it with great gusto. Ruby was slowly weaving her agile fingers into the inside of her pussy.
She had her middle finger on her clitoris and was wiggling it back and forth very rapidly. As she played with herself, she moaned softly, with great pleasure.
Her eyes were closed and she was standing straight up with her nipples sticking out as hard as bullets. The expression on her face revealed the pleasure that her fingers were producing throughout her entire frame. Suddenly, as her clit grew more erect, she let out a deep and loud groan that was heard rather clearly by Maxine, who was still listening from the other room.
Thinking that her new-found friend was indeed in serious trouble, Maxine ran into the bathroom and pushed the shower curtain open. She was rather amazed to find that all the noise was just from Ruby, who was now down on her hands and knees and about to complete an explosive climax.
At first, Maxine felt rather embarrassed at finding Ruby in that state. However, after Maxine realized that everything was all right, she relaxed and began to stare closely at Ruby's body.
Ruby was practically unaware that Maxine was in the room. The redhead was enjoying herself so much that she was oblivious to all else. But when Ruby completed her climax, she was quite pleased to look up and see Maxine before her.
Ruby had always considered Maxine to be a rather sexy woman. And now that she was seeing her after such a sexual moment, Ruby found her to be even more sensual than she had imagined. And Maxine did look alluring in her skimpy see-through pajama top.
Ruby began to smile up at her visitor. Maxine blushed at first, but when Ruby asked her to join her in the shower, Maxine felt that she should say yes, rather than offend Ruby.
Maxine slowly removed her only article of clothing and stepped into the shower beside Ruby. At first they just played in the shower together. Splashing soapy water on each other was quite a fun game to these two. After they were both covered with soap, Ruby suggested that they each wash each other's bodies.
Ruby took the sponge in her hand and began to rub it on Maxine's tits. The sponge and Ruby's hands felt so good that Maxine felt she had no other alternative than to do the same to Ruby.
They stood rubbing each other's tits and moaned in sheer delight. Finally, Ruby let her sponge drop and covered Maxine's tits with her hands. Ruby took Maxine's nipple in her fingers and squeezed it until it stood out very erect.
Ruby then moved her mouth onto Maxine's nipple, pulling on it gently with her lips. With Maxine's tit still in her mouth, Ruby moved her hands down to the woman's lower area. Ruby put one of her hands on Max's cunt and the other on her ass. Then the redhead began to manipulate her fingers deep into both of her friend's holes.
Maxine cried out with pleasure and moved closer to Ruby, forcing her fingers deeper and deeper inside her pussy. Then Ruby got down on her hands and knees and put her mouth against Maxine's soapy cunt.
Ruby got two hands full of water and began to wash the soapy cunt clean. When Maxine's cunt was fresh and clear of soap, Ruby put her mouth to the clean pussy.
Slowly but surely, Ruby wiggled her tongue deep into the inner lips of Maxine's cunt. Maxine was so overcome with pleasure that she fell in a swoon to the shower's floor. Once she was down, Ruby went for her cunt with the passion of a tigress.
She rammed her finger and then her tongue so deep inside of that pussy that Maxine immediately started to come and come and as she came she yelled out with more passion than she had ever experienced before.
As soon as her climax was completed, Maxine began to explore Ruby's body. Maxine brought the other girl down beside her and began to tongue her body endlessly. She covered Ruby's thighs and pushed her soft tongue into every hole and crevice of her body. Maxine, however, didn't allow her tongue to linger very long in any of those spots.
Ruby was crazy with frustration. At first, when she felt Maxine's tongue in her cunt, she thought she would come right away. But Maxine pulled her tongue out sharply and rammed it into Ruby's tight, clean asshole.
Finally, Maxine returned her tongue to Ruby's pussy, licking and sucking it, and Ruby grabbed the other girl's head and forced it to remain in that hole for a long while.
As soon as her tongue was settled in Ruby's cunt, Maxine went to work like an expert. She wiggled her tongue over Ruby's clitoris until Ruby began to quiver with pleasure.
Just as Ruby began to come, Maxine turned her own body around so that her cunt was to Ruby's face. This way they could eat each other out at the same time and reach their climaxes together. And just as expected, it happened.
They began to moan very loudly, both on the floor with their legs spread wide apart. They were coming together. Both girls stuck out their pelvises into the air and thrashed wildly. Their clitorises tingled. Never before had they been so satisfied. When they were both finished, they moved their bodies around so they could kiss each other's mouths.
As they were lolling in their dreamy afterglow, they heard the lock on their door click, followed by hasty footsteps. It was the motel clerk running into their room to see what all the shouting was about. Finding their beds empty, he hurried into the adjoining bathroom where he found the two of them sprawled out on the floor, stark naked and kissing each other.
At first it appeared that one of the women had fallen in the shower and the other one was helping her up. But it was actually Maxine's struggles to get up and get dressed, and Ruby's holding her down and continuing to kiss her while the clerk was looking on, that caused that impression to be given.
As soon as he realized what was really going on, he let out a low, sharp whistle and stroked his chin in awe, which quickly turned to robust cynicism and then to pedestrian disgust. What the hell was this, two women kissing and smooching like there was no tomorrow, he thought to himself in disbelief.
He had heard about such things, and had even read of them in some of the paperbacks his brother-in-law often brought back from the city, but he had always imagined them to be just the sick fantasies of some acid-grilled mind. But here before him was the real thing.
Ruby was intent on playing it for every bit of shock value in it, and she forced Maxine to put on a pretty good show. What the clerk, whose name was Harry, had the hardest time understanding, though, was the fact that neither of the girls seemed the least perturbed by his presence. Nor the least anxious to get up or get dressed. So he was perplexed in more ways than one.
If they had been two men going at it like that, he probably would have known what to do. Either he would have hauled off and let 'em have it right then and there, or else he would have called the law, pronto.
But this created an entirely different situation for old Harry, who had no right being in the room at that hour in the first place. His guilt over, bursting into a very private scene mingled with the erotic stimulation created by the two luscious full-grown women, sun-tanned and gleaming, writhing and slithering over one another, caused him to stand suspended a moment in meditation.
He pondered whether or not to go back and shut the front door of the cottage. No one else was on duty at this hour, and his wife slept above the office. Probably no one else had heard the animal groaning and occasional fierce shrieks which had first attracted Harry to his fortunate windfall of scandalous obscenity.
But still, it would be better to secure the door in case anyone was passing by during the night, or if Mike and Joe on the late-night shift stopped by in their patrol car. He was afraid, on the other hand, to leave his find for even an instant, for he could hardly believe those girls were there, and was certain that they would go away forever if he went to shut the door.
Just like his memories of so many bitchy cunts who had lured him on, only to refuse their favors at the last minute, zipping up an open dress to cut him off from fulfillment, he assumed that these gorgeous females would hastily lock the bathroom door the minute he moved from the spot where he was standing.
Meanwhile, his cock was stirring, and he could feel the whole surface of it twitching in its intense electric awakening. The saliva was rising in his mouth and the hair on the insides of his legs was standing on end, as though a chill wind had just crept in.
"Well, don't just stand there, Baggy Pants, go close the door before we catch our death and then hurry your little ass back in here so's you can finish what y'all done started!" Ruby drawled.
That got the old buzzard's feet doing their stuff all right, and he was back in the bathroom in the twinkling of an eye. He was already rubbing his palms together in a greedy or lustful fashion with anticipatory glee. Ripping his pants off, he threw himself onto Maxine's reluctant form.
Ruby helped hold her down while the old man straddled himself on her sleek, bony pelvis, and then put his meager, wrinkled genitals in her expert mouth so she could suck away at the old machinery. Meanwhile, he was busy chomping his gums on Maxine's well-developed nipples, which he clung to like a newborn babe.
After a long time of Maxine's mouthing his cock and balls, Ruby finally saw a man-sized erection. Setting the ancient artillery free of Maxine's tips, he aimed its muzzle straight for her reluctant pussy, which the old feller was hotly slurping with his dried up, leathery tongue.
Harry got the idea fast, and leaped up along the length of Maxine's hot, fiery body to urge his stiff rod into her shaft with the utmost sloppiness and lack of technique. Of course, he had probably been out of action for a long time, and his gears were understandably a little rusty.
He literally didn't know what he was getting himself into, but the all-consuming pleasure of getting his old grinder inside such a sweet, snug pussy put him in another world. In other words, he was enjoying himself too much to pay attention to Ruby, who by then had gotten up and, her big tits bouncing slightly as she moved, was brandishing a bull whip in the air over the head of the fornicating motel clerk.
The man was rutting and sputtering away as he heard the flitting of the lash above his ears, coming closer to his cranium with every forward and backward lunge of his palpitating, sweat-wracked, old, crumbling physique.
She told him she would snap his ears off if he didn't keep fucking Maxine with every ounce of strength in his feeble body. She told him to lick her tits and stick his fingers up her ass while he was doing it because that was what Maxine needed more than anything in the world right now, and Ruby knew it.
Maxine didn't seem so sure, though, and her reaction to the old man's outrageous attempts was one of mixed despair and disgust. Never before in her life had she allowed or been forced to allow such a man to assail her in this manner, and with such little regard for either her desires or her personal comfort.
Besides being overpowered against her will, with the aid of Ruby, she was also receiving any number of scratches and bruises by virtue of her being so roughly used, there against the coarse thing of the shower-stall floor. And her ass was picking up an impression of every detail in the shower drain, on top of which it was mercilessly pinned.
All of this had a severely disquieting affect upon Maxine's consciousness at a time when her physical body was under deep stress, and the combination of the two tensions had an overwhelming tendency to make her attempt to strangle the old codger as he violated her with such heartless abandon.
Ruby seemed to approve of Maxine's violence at first, egging her on and laying the lash smartly to Harry's hindquarters. He jerked severely into Maxine's cunt with each lash, thus increasing her suffering.
The idea of strangling or decapitating the sex partner appealed deeply to Ruby, who had received great pleasure in the past from copulating with ganders and gamecocks, and suddenly wringing their necks at the moment of orgasm.
That was a custom that went far back into the depths of medieval European perversions, but it wouldn't be very worthwhile in these moral modern days to be charged with murder for the sake of adding a little thrill to one's climax. So she went about disengaging Maxine's hands from Harry's neck.
As she was doing so, Maxine grabbed her with her loosened hands and dragged her luscious body in between her and the clerk. She was, even able to use Ruby as a lever to remove the old timer's weapon from her crotch. That freaked the old boy out so much that he started going crazy for a minute.
He was screaming and ranting in some unknown language, barking obscenities and grunting like an animal. As chance would have it, one of his random gyrations landed his still-hard pecker flush against Ruby's own cinnamon crotch and, guided more by blind need than by any lightning-quick grasping of a lucky opportunity, the hard old tool found its way into the redhead's tight little pussy.
That gave her a start, to be sure. For one thing, she had been so busy fighting off the enraged Maxine that she didn't have much time to pay any attention to the old man. But now she was going to have her hands full, as well as her cunt.
As she turned to give her full consideration to the recent encroachments of the clerk, Maxine managed to slither out from underneath her. Getting on top of the pile, she applied pressure to Harry from above, so that his whang drove deeper into her and was finally firmly anchored in the soft sands of Ruby's tropical cunt.
He was so near to coming from his initial plunge into Maxine's lush fountains, that it was only a matter of seconds before his aged member gave a final weak gasp and choked up its thick, luke-warm globules of sap into Ruby's youthful hole, Maxine riding him to the finish with the full weight of her plump rump buoyed upon his, pounding up and down like a three-year-old.
He started hacking his guts out as he climaxed, coughing up a big pile of phlegm onto the floor of the shower with each spasm that shook his dick.
There was a look of deserved resignation on Ruby's surprised face as she realized what was happening. Not that she found the situation repulsive or unbearable, but simply a little irrelevant. Of course, she was a little awed at the skillful way in which Maxine had gotten out of a tight spot and somehow gotten her into one, even to the point of insuring the final ignominy.
But that was all in the game, the way she looked at it, and had no final relevance to the outcome of any therapy procedure, just as one expects to get a little spilled food on his lapel when teaching a baby to eat. So, with a sigh she got up and threw off the sleepy-eyed caress of the old motel clerk.
"Come on, kid, we gotta get some heavy rest, and it sure as hell ain't happenin' here!" Ruby good-naturedly confided in her best over-the-shoulder manner to Maxine, who was busy gloating while she pulled her things on and prepared to split.
For one thing was certain, and that was that they wouldn't be able to stay there for many hours without attracting every stray flea and friend of the clerk to their bedroom. So in almost no time, and before Harry recovered from the daze he was in, both girls had their gear in the car and were off on the road again, their fast car speeding past acres of blank, black countryside, on their eternal way to the next motel.
Maxine was driving this time, her dominant spirit buoyed by her recent victory and itching for something to do. Ruby, meanwhile, pulled out a pack of Park Lane cigarettes and stuck one in her mouth. Passing the pack to Maxine, she suggested it might help keep her awake while she drove.
Maxine took one casually and pushed in the cigarette lighter on the sleek dashboard. While she was waiting for it to pop out again, she flipped on the FM stereo radio and began hunting around for some good, snappy driving music, none of that classical stuff. Ruby was firing questions at her a mile a minute about her kid brother and their whole sordid relationship.
"Just how far did you go together?" she inquired tastefully while lighting her cigarette.
"Oh, I don't know. We fooled around a lot. Sometimes I would just let him nuzzle my tits and suck them like I was his mother. Other times I would pull him off and then rock his little head to sleep in my lap with my dress lifted up. Say, these cigarettes taste mentholated. Are they really from England?" she asked with a glance at the package.
"No," Ruby replied. "In fact, they're made in Saigon in a little factory run by Vietnamese women who spend most of their time-" but Maxine cut her off.
"What do you mean? I thought they were Park Lanes," she queried as she took another drag.
"Yeah, but their factory in Saigon is run by local help at cut wages, just like any other imperialist set-up. The women spend most of their time emptying the tobacco out of the cigarettes and refilling the tubes with a potent mixture of Siamese pot finely ground, often sweet-tasting and sometimes called gunja."
"What's that got to do with the price of a good fuck in Philly?" Maxine demanded.
"My point is," Ruby continued, unflustered, "that my old man just got back from the Nam with a few cartons of said freaky fags tucked under his good conduct medal. A few cases would be closer to it."
"Say, isn't that kind of thing pretty dangerous, what with the customs officials and all?"
"They got their cut?"
"That's all well and good, but you run a risk every time, and you must ask yourself if it's really worth it."
"Are you putting me on? Where'd you ever pick up attitudes like that, sister?"
"Wait. Do you mean to say that that's what we're puffing on right now?" asked Maxine as she took another unconscious drag on the king-sized butt she was smoking.
"In short, yes. I thought it would take a little of the boredom out of an otherwise long drive. I don't know, what do you think? Feeling less bored?"
"Yeah, but now I'm thinking, why go upstate at all? I mean, why don't we just tool over to the nearest airport and head out of the country for points unknown, or something? Just bring along a cassette tape set and step aboard the Outer Spaceways Express, you know. We could be outa here."
Maxine sounded suddenly convincing, and Ruby had to fight off an impulse to join her in her fantasy. She was helped a lot by the fact that she was dying to meet Maxine's young, virginal brother and introduce him to some of her advanced techniques.
But she realized that Maxine was only rapping crazily under the effects of her Vietnamese cigarette, which she was finishing down to the last half inch. She had no more intention of heading for the airport, the nearest one being over fifty miles away, than did Maxine herself.
They drove until they started coming down, and then they pulled into the nearest motel where they gratefully collapsed on the bed and slept like a pair of rocks. And why not? They certainly needed it.
CHAPTER FIVE
While Ruby and Maxine slept off their long day and night, Chuck, the group therapy leader, and John, were relaxing in the big brownstone in the city, trying to devise ways of passing the time until the women got back with the car from who knows where. John offered, to call up a couple of names out of his little black book, in the hopes that the flashy address would more readily attract a few of them.
Chuck, however, had an idea of his own. He blithely suggested calling up some of the girls he had had the pleasure of treating in past therapy sessions, and who had given him their numbers in hopes of being called up for a private session. He knew they would all be willing to come over.
He and John got on the phones almost immediately. He warned Jack that some of the girls were pretty young, and that he would have to be very careful how he talked to them. Their mothers might be listening in on the call and get wise to what they really had in mind.
But by announcing a "spontaneous coming together" of people from all past therapy classes, they were able to invite the girls to an "Aquarian Happening, a Proustian conglomeration of etc., etc." and get a high proportion of favorable responses.
At least four or five of them would be stopping by some time during the morning. Rubbing his hands together like a chimp with a banana, John announced that they should take hot showers and discuss strategy to get ready for the girls. Chuck was willing to give John a full briefing on encounter techniques.
John couldn't help getting an erection in the shower just thinking about what was to come while Chuck, in the shower across the hallway of the big house, described the different ways through which they were usually able to break down the chick's resistance. John soaped his pecker until it was gleaming at full length. He enjoyed running his own hand lightly over it a couple of times and then letting his imagination do the rest.
As Chuck rapped on, John closed his eyes and imagined that his own hand was actually some skinny blonde's. And with a further leap of his well-developed imagination, he tried to evoke the glistening, glossy-lipped mouth of some sultry brunette sucking at his long, hard dick.
"Actually, John," Chuck's voice seemed at times part of the revery, coming across eons of space, "we'll only have to worry about these techniques if they end up bringing some guy along, which some of them may not either be able to or want to do. But if they end up coming alone, we can definitely get into something a little less communal, if you know what I mean."
"Something a little closer to slavery, I take it," John's voice came out a little wobbly from the other side of the hall.
"Now you've got the ticket. We just sit around and I convince 'em how much they dig us, and how much they'd like to make us happy and satisfy our every need in life, y'know. That kind of thing gets 'em every time."
John was having a hard time suppressing an ejaculation as his over-stimulated organ leaped with joy at Chuck's description of what would happen. He could hardly imagine anything that would make him feel better than to have a bunch of pretty girls all fondling him at once and telling him how great he was.
"They tend to get very sentimental after a while," Chuck continued, "and then they get very soft and open, their eyes get a dreamy look in them and that's when you know you're in. After that happens, they can't refuse you anything. They'd probably even, well, I don't want to go into the full ramifications of the thing."
But John wasn't thinking of ramifications at the time, and was hardly hearing what Chuck was saying.
"It could get pretty hairy," Chuck went on, "and some day maybe ... but forget that. For our purposes here, we need not bring them beyond the sentimental, glassy-eyed state. There, they are in love with everyone; but mainly me, I mean, us. They can't do enough. In fact, they literally fall all over each other, as if in competition for our affections.
"But it's not really a competitive spirit," he continued, "because they don't seem to mind each other. One of them could be kissing you passionately, sending her clever young tongue into every nook and cranny of your mouth, and she wouldn't care if you were busy feeling up the girl next to her. Great, isn't it?"
"Uh, yeah." John was lost in another revery and could barely answer except in the most perfunctory way.
He was about to slip back into it when the distant sound of the strange doorbell (actually a recording of some crazy jazz that was triggered by the knocker on the front door) brought him back to reality.
"What the hell is that?" he asked.
"Shit, it's the doorbell already. We're really hitting the old bull's-eye today, aren't we, pal?"
"I'll say," John said, and stepped out from behind the frosted glass panel of the shower stall and wrapped a towel around his embarrassment. The towel hardly concealed the longish bulge at his crotch and Chuck whistled appreciatively as he got out of his shower and did likewise with the towel.
"I can't believe you, John old boy. Today's encounter is sure as hell gonna be a trip. I just hope the chicks are up to us!" Feigning a kick at John's crotch, Chuck went downstairs to get the door, clad only in an open bathrobe with a towel wrapped around his genitals.
John started getting dressed, not being quite so frank about his personal appearance. On second thought, he realized it would be good to start off on the right track and get the girls into a sexual mood by going around in just a bathrobe and shorts.
Pulling on his jockey briefs and one of Chuck's silk, Japanese-style bathrobes, he soon followed down the main staircase.
When Chuck opened the door there was a beautiful, if almost too stately, woman in her mid-twenties, dressed in one of those fancy, frilly fashion outfits like he used to see in commercials on television-the clingy, semi-diaphanous rayon or nylon that had to be washed in a special kind of soap.
She had the face to match: pretty in an unearthly way, with drawn-in cheeks and high cheekbones, her hair in ringlet curls of raven black. Standing there with her. hands on her hips and a pout on her cute little mouth, she looked like an ad being filmed on his doorstep.
She smiled sweetly and said that she'd been recommended to him by a friend whose ability to climax had increased tenfold since beginning encounter sensitivity. It was certainly a useful coincidence that this stylish, Upper-Eastsider had decided to drop by just when the girls from the encounter groups would be coming by. It would make for an interesting contrast.
The woman, of course, was rather taken aback at the sight of the two men dressed only in their bathrobes. John with his underpants showing through the loosely girded robe, Chuck with only a bath towel around his privates. Apparently they were more radical in approach than her girlfriend had led her to believe.
Chuck quickly explained that it was merely part of therapy, the "natural" approach. In other words, he was taking a shower, she rang the doorbell, he got out of the shower and answered it, and there they were. One must get used, he stressed, to the idea of doing things naturally without regard to either propriety or possible sexual coincidences.
As Chuck put it, it was merely a coincidence that he was so dressed when he answered the door. Any thoughts of sex had nothing to do with it, either one way or the other. In this fashion, one could live his life without overstressing the role sex must inevitably play in one's work day activities.
She went for the line and swallowed it whole. In fact, she liked everything about her new guru, including his good build and the hairy chest which showed through his open bathrobe. Her eyes seemed transfixed on his crotch, too, and she would gaze at the towel that lay there for minutes on end, as if hoping that it would fall away naturally and reveal Chuck's natural condition.
Of course, she also noticed John, but to her there was something so essentially raunchy about walking around the house in your underwear, like some kind of Neanderthal or Lower East-side type, that she couldn't relate sexually to him at all, although she found him to be nice enough on the whole.
Chuck, for his part, caressed every millimeter of her richly robed anatomy with his eyes while he kept on talking soothingly about the advantages of sensitivity awakening.
As he spoke, rather than looking her in the eye as the run-of-the-mill sensitive does, he unashamedly sent his eyes all over her body, lingering longest on those areas which were quite frankly more caressable than others.
She did not seem to mind the dalliances of gazes or its candid effort to focus clearly through the sheer veil of her semi-transparent clothing. She had read in a book that her friend had given her on how to be a sensuous woman, that men who undressed women with their eyes were good lovers.
Not necessarily in the anatomical sense, but merely that, oh well, she couldn't really remember the whole reasoning behind it, she only knew that she liked the way Chuck looked at her. And knowing that it was all right, and that she didn't have to feel guilty or oppressed or insulted by it, she was able to revel in its sensuousness almost as much as if he were feeling her skin with his hands.
The way her gauzy dress clung to her legs and hips and breasts, made Chuck all the more anxious to get to that stage, but he knew that this cunt would take a long, smooth, steady approach, slowly building up her confidence until she was ready to fervently believe anything he told her.
He began by explaining to her what she must do to increase her own personal sensitivity, describing a series of exercises, not really physical exercises, but sensual ones, which she .could go through any time, right there even, to help her become more aware of her own sensuality, and to get turned on by it at the same time.
"Isn't that called auto-something?" she queried, trying to keep an open mind.
"You must learn to forget the old labels. This kind of wine has never really been fermented before, so there is no fixed way of looking at these things."
Chuck could tell that this was going to be tougher than he thought, but the prize was certainly well worth it. He figured that the exercises would help to get the ball rolling. "He had her stand up, once she admitted a willingness to get into them, right then and there.
The sight of her long, lean figure standing up and stretching in preparation for the exercises was enough to give John crotch trouble all over again. Even with his tight jockey shorts, he couldn't keep down a rapidly growing erection which could really be embarrassing if the chick caught sight of it.
She, however, was too busy trying to follow Chuck's elaborately complex instructions, to notice what was going on at Jack's crotch, although she was interested in Chuck's crotch. Purposely, she exaggerated every movement he told her to go through.
She threw out her hips as she stood there rubbing her palms together for exercise seven, and assumed the slinkiest position she had learned in modeling school. Then, for the next exercise, she might toss her head back and thrust her flimsy brassiered tits up into the air in a way that Chuck could not fail to appreciate. She was certainly coming along splendidly.
She was rubbing her hands up and down the sides of her midsection sensuously, rubbing the thin material of her dress, actually a top with an elaborate, flowing, billowing skirt, which were equally translucent. As she pulled her hands up her sides to the full roundness of her breasts, the clingy material of her top often rode up with them, exposing a wealth of suntanned navel, her skin of such an alluring texture that John's hand almost involuntarily shot inside his shorts.
Chuck allowed himself no such obvious reaction, but took it all as a good sign, as he explained to the woman, of her ability to expand her sensual awareness to other levels, going deeper and deeper into the depths of her physical needs and potential capabilities.
He told her that she had gone through all the exercises splendidly, and was ready to go on to the next stage, which she could perform at home, since she would probably not want to do it in front of them, because it involved slightly more intimate procedures. He never believed in pushing anyone too far at one time, feeling that they should think things over carefully for themselves and decide whether or not they should go on.
For some people the decision was an easy one, he explained. However, he knew that for Beverly (that was her name, which he knew instinctively, as he did her sign, Taurus) it would not be so simple. For that reason he wanted her to know she did not need to feel pressured into proving herself by doing the next exercises there in front of the two men.
They involved, as he went on to explain at length, the woman's standing in front of a mirror and slowly exploring her entire body while she watched herself. She should take as much time as was necessary-hours even-especially when exploring the more intensely sexual parts of her anatomy, such as the breasts, thighs and genitals-the most important parts.
As she performed this exercise, he explained, she should slowly divest herself of her external garments, one at a time, perhaps unzipping her blouse first and then lowering one side of it below her brassiere. In this manner she could rediscover each part of her body, just the way a man who was attempting to make love to her would discover it the first time he removed her clothes.
That would give her greater insights into what the man's reactions would be at each stage, and a way of judging each man's performance. And after, say, one side of her blouse was pulled down and her breast exposed, she should then prod and caress and squeeze it, feeling the texture of the bra that enclosed that tit, and enjoying its restrained, bulging potential as it hung there in its sack, aching to be freed.
Then she could lower the other side until her whole upper chest was bare of outer garments. With both arms she should embrace and hug herself, rubbing her hands against her bare upper arms, and lifting her breast from beneath and pinching the nipples through the material of her brassiere.
When she began to feel her nipples harden, she could then go down the rest of her body until she came to her genitals and those, Chuck said, he was certain she already knew what to do with. He assumed that like most other women she had engaged in regular masturbation since puberty.
He assured her that she could continue to do so, in the hopes that she would not need to do it alone for long. Of course, it was not necessary for her to come to a climax while undressing before the mirror each time. She should merely caress her bush through the panties the way her lover might, slowly working her hand underneath the tight material, first stimulating her firm buttocks and then the moist hairy crevice of her cunt.
As soon as she felt her entire body beginning to tremble, she should remove her panties and unhook her brassiere so that she would be entirely nude in front of the mirror, not more than an inch away. The procedure from that point on was fairly optional. She could begin, if she liked, by grazing the tips of her already erect nipples against the smooth glass of the mirror, which could also be smeared with Vaseline, if she desired.
She could manipulate her buttocks from behind, with her hands, then turn around and rub the vaselined glass with both mounds of her plentiful ass, spreading her cheeks until she could feel the glass against her bare asshole and flattened pussy. Those were only a few of the possibilities.
There was a lot of room for improvisation, in the great American tradition, and he was sure she would be no laggard at inventing new ways of expanding her sexual awareness and her ability to reach orgasm a lot faster.
Beverly sat slightly stunned during the whole explanation, which seemed to take forever, as she visualized each operation Chuck outlined for her, and then tried to imagine her doing them in front of Chuck and John. As he had said, masturbation came naturally enough to her, but the thought of doing all that other stuff to her body, things which only a man should do to a woman, seemed hard to accept.
She was, quite frankly, afraid of arousing lesbian tendencies in herself by all that self-manipulation, and she candidly expressed her fears to Chuck for him to examine. But he found nothing unusual in her inhibition.
"We all have those tendencies," he explained, lovingly and somewhat protectively, as well, "and we just have to learn to live with them, as vile and disgusting as they may be. We must learn to overcome them, to go on conquering to the end, living and growing in wisdom."
Meanwhile, she had to admit that she was getting pretty aroused by his long description, picturing him watching her while she went through the motions. She wanted to know what he thought of doing those kinds of things in front of a man instead of a mirror.
"That, of course, would be the ideal outcome of such preparation. Hopefully, by practicing in front of the mirror you can learn how to do it best, how to extend each action to its fullest, and find out just what is more appealing, more tantalizing than something else.
"Do you get the idea?"
"Of course."
"All right, then. As for my supervising a preliminary session and letting you know whether you're doing things right or not, well, I don't think that's really necessary."
"You don't?"
"Not at all. And it would take a pretty disciplined guy to stand back and just watch while you were going through an exercise like that, if you don't mind my saying so."
Beverly was secretly flattered by Chuck's remark, and it became firmly implanted in her head.
"But if you really thing it could be beneficial," she led him on succinctly.
"There's no doubt of that. But it's a question of weighing the negative factors of fear, shame and guilt stemming from hangups and inhibitions about one's body which must be conquered before attempting such undertakings, against the positive results which may be gained."
"I don't think I'm really afraid to undress in front of you. I think I'm ready for expanding my abilities, for freeing myself. Of course, I don't know about doing it in front of two strange men at once."
"Don't worry, Jack doesn't have to be there. We could just go into the rear therapy chamber and have a quiet, private session in front of the mirror if you'd like."
"Yes, I think I'd like to try, that is, if you really think I'm ready for it."
"Beverly, you're as ready as you'll ever be," he calmly replied, and with a sly wink at John led her through a doorway at the back of the room and off into the depths of the house.
Just as John was watching them go, and feeling more than a little angry towards Chuck, who had so shamelessly cut him out of the little party-which should prove to be quite a show-he was thinking of following them and trying to get a peek through the bathroom door. He abandoned the idea as too preposterous, and settled back to muse over his fate in one of the big, comfortable arm chairs that were scattered all over the place, when a ridiculous, chaotic stream of mad sounds started coursing through his head. Then he realized it was the new contraption that Chuck had installed in the front door to replace the conventional chimes.
Jumping out of his chair and yelling, "Take it off, I don't want to hear any more of that!" he raced to turn the switch that shut off those sounds, and then went and opened the door.
He relaxed right away, when he eyed the two jubilant faces of a couple of young girls, so equally pretty and well-made-up that they could have been twins.
They were both giggling at the sight of John-bathrobe absentmindedly open, exposing the big bulge at the front of his white shorts. He quickly covered up. Then, realizing that that was the wrong angle, he slipped into Chuck's method and let the robe fall open, telling the girls to come in and sit down. v They were casually dressed, one in a polo shirt and jeans, the other in a tight, khaki body shirt and super-short skirt; both chewed gum and put their hands in their pockets as he talked to them. They were wondering where the other man, Chuck, had gone, and why he wasn't there to meet them after calling up in such an urgent mood and insisting on their coming over.
Jack had to explain that another client had come, needing immediate assistance, and that Chuck had had to go into intense emergency therapy with her. The two girls exchanged knowing winks, as if they knew what was actually going on, and that left John in an awkward situation, to say the least.
In a few minutes time, he had been exposed as an absentminded slob and a liar. He really didn't know how to approach the girls after that, but he decided that honesty would be best. He told them that he was really only a friend of the instructor, and that he really didn't know that much about the techniques of their sensitivity cult.
They approved of his honesty, and in return promised to instruct him instead, which would be a lot more fun for all of them, John at least was certain.
"Now, we begin by sitting in a circle and holding hands together, like this," the one in the skirt announced.
"By the way, I'm Fanny and this is Alice."
They both had lovely figures; the only real difference between them was that Fanny was white, and Alice was black. Jack liked the feel of their hand on his, their young sweaty palms secreting hormones into his own excited skin. Lying between them on the floor, he felt as though he spanned the spectrum of all life, of all experience, going from pale white at the end of one outstretched hand to jet black at the other.
He savored the unique experience, at the same time taking advantage of his close range to size up each of his polarities, and became even more delighted with his position there on the floor, with these two, incredible, eager young nymphs on each side of him, about to teach him a little touch therapy.
They started with some preliminary dancing in a circle before they got down to some of the meatier aspects of the lesson. By closing their eyes and placing their fingers on each other's temples, they were able to transmit "Vibrations," and become more sensitized to the other's presence.
Then Fanny volunteered to he down between the other two and let them touch her in order to transfer energy between all three of them and thus build up their sensitivity index. She lay on her back between John and Alice and tucked her shirt into her tight blue jeans.
Alice began by placing her hands on Fanny, one on her shoulder, the other on her leg, just above the knee. Jack eagerly but somewhat embarrassedly followed suit with his hands, scrupulously careful to put them in exactly the same locations as Alice's, and simply laying them there without applying any pressure.
Then Alice said, "That wasn't very honest of you, Fanny, and I'm surprised at you, now that I think about it-tucking in your polo so we, especially Jack, couldn't feel your skin."
"You're right," she replied, "even the sleeves of my polo are long, all the way down to my wrists. Almost every inch of my flesh is covered, as if I feared being touched."
"You have to watch things like that," Alice confided to John. "That's how people build up an armor of defenses."
"How do you guard against it?" John inquired conscientiously, with a look of interest in his eye.
"I think that's rather obvious," she smiled, giving him an inferiority complex and a hard-on at the same time. Simultaneously, she pulled the ends of Fanny's polo shirt out of her jeans and placed her hand on the bleached white skin of Fanny's sensuously curving navel, rubbing it around as though she were petting a dog who was also an old friend.
John hesitantly reached out, and managed to strike Alice's hand at the same time as caressing Fanny's tummy. Alice gave him a look that set him tingling when he pretended to accidentally rub her hand over and over. As Alice, smiled, her breasts heaved, as though she were in preliminary sexual excitement already. John's prick hitched up a few notches as well at the sight of her full, chest bouncing up and down like that.
The shirt that she wore was one of those close fitting, army fatigue style jobs, but made out of a synthetic, khaki-colored material that was so soft it clung to every contour of the body it clothed. So Alice's tits, which must have stood out a good five or six inches in her brassiere, seemed especially appealing and sexy. John longed to expand the bounds of the session.
But he thought it would be better to go along with the established order for a while, playing out his flirtation fantasies with the beautiful black chick who was exchanging lustful glances with him.
As Alice leaned over her friend's body to rub, her leg against the girl's shoulder, she casually allowed the very tip of one of her priceless knockers to brush against Johnny's naked chest.
John's whole physique did a quick little dance in reaction to that, and he, too, stretched out his leg to Fanny's shoulder and prepared to rub his cheek against her knee as Alice was now doing. In the odd posture which they had now assumed, Alice and Jack were able to exchange a steady stream of desirous, glassy-eyed glimpses at each other's anatomy.
Alice's chest was resting sideways on top of Fanny's bluejeaned thigh; it was more enticing than ever to Jack, who had all he could do to restrain himself from reaching out greedily and taking that wealth of motherhood into his two hands and squeeze them like a couple of ripe papayas.
CHAPTER SIX
Alice's black brassiere became evident through the gaps between her buttons as she lay opposite Jack, and the black of the bra made a pleasantly different contrast against her already black skin. He could see that the bra was of a silky, filmy material much like the shirt she was wearing, and the outline of her full, firm breasts with their large black nipples standing out for action showed clearly inside it.
Then she started moving around, running her body all over Fanny's legs, even to the extent of thrusting one of her big, outstanding tits into her crotch, much to Fanny's pleasure. Somehow the sight of the two girls' bodies coupling like that was even more exciting to Jack than watching a man and a woman together.
He pictured them in the front seat of a Ferrari, a red Ferrari with white fur upholstery, going through all kinds of contortions together. He didn't know why the thought of two chicks making it in a red Ferrari appealed to him so much, but it did. And their contortions on the floor in front of him appealed an awful lot to his sex hormones as well.
Now Fanny had been rolled over onto her side by Alice, who wanted to share her experience with John. While she was embracing Fanny from the front, hugging her big chest to her even bigger one, she urged John to take hold of her from behind, placing his body lengthwise along the floor next to hers.
As he did so, his already firm penis, jabbing upright underneath his tight shorts, lay against the full, lush moons of her rump. She felt it immediately, since only the thin layer of cotton separated it from her flanks, and her own dungarees were tight and worn thin.
And as she felt it, her whole body jerked a bit and then settled back against his firm spear, even nuzzling her buttocks up as close as she could to his crotch, much to John's delight. Meanwhile, Alice encircled Fanny with her arms, and extended them to include John's back.
John followed suit by extending his hands over Fanny and around Alice as well, so that each was hugging the other in a most communicate way. However, he did not stop at merely hugging Alice, but proceeded to send his eager, sweating hands all over the back of her shirt, caressing each and every morsel of her firm, smooth skin, feeling every bone in her back.
She too seemed to get carried away and began to absently dig into his back with her long pointed nails, grazing them deliciously along the back of his silk dressing gown until the hair on the back of his neck stood up. Then she slowly worked her fingers along his spinal column, down to its base.
John too, attempted to move his fingers southward, along her torso, but her skirt fit so tightly, and the leather was so sturdy that he was unable to get past her waist. Retreating north again, he began to follow the outlines of her bra straps with the armies of his fingers gingerly trying to get underneath the bands and work them loose. But it was difficult.
Alice had worked her hands into his bathrobe, and was already gently massaging the edges of his buttocks and rubbing his back until his erection reached its fullness. Of course, the first person to receive the brunt of that development was Fanny herself, whose ass, after all, was wedged up against that rapidly hardening piece of meat.
She gave out with a soft, sweet moan and wiggled her ass around in a way that Jack had never thought it was possible for a girl to do-or anyone, for that matter. It felt so good, and so downright dirtily sexual, as though he was in the middle of a cosmic wet-dream, that he instinctively responded with a forward thrust of his own.
That sent Fanny's crotch walloping into Alice's, where the tidal wave of flesh and bone was turned backward to John. In this fashion, he felt as though he was humping both girls at once, or else that he was doing it with one chick who was multidimensional. In other words, he was rubbing his cock against her ass, and also feeling her buttocks up at the same time.
For by now, John had gotten underneath Alice's leather skirt and was palming her ripe, round, high-set buttocks with both hands at once. He even worked his fingers underneath the elastic, Day-Glo panties she wore under her skirt, and was feeling the bare, glorious flesh of the first time.
And it felt great: firm and resilient, and covered with goose bumps at the touch of his hands. He stuck one of his fingers in between the two sturdy walls of her ass leading to her narrow, puckered asshole. With a little effort he was able to get inside it and wiggle his finger around until Alice's whole body was writhing and wriggling under its pressure.
Soon she was doing the same to him and then it was that Fanny decided she didn't like her role in this situation. She wanted to get it all out front so that everyone would clearly know what she was feeling.
Alice approved of her move wholeheartedly, saying it was definitely the only honest thing she could have done under the circumstances. Instead, Alice suggested, why didn't she play the role of the central, passive, emotional object, and Fanny and John could be the active role players, communicating through her body.
They both thought that Alice's idea was both fair and reasonable, and agreed to switch just as she had indicated. Pulling her skirt back down a little, Alice spread her adorable limbs flat on the floor, put a seraphic smile on her face, and crossed her arms just under the rather unavoidably-pronounced bulge of her breasts.
This time it was Fanny's turn to initiate therapeutic procedure and show Jack how to do it right. Fanny lay down on her back in the space between Alice's flawlessly smooth legs.
Then, laying her head neatly between Alice's firmly rising breasts, she beckoned for John to join her there, placing his stomach against hers and wrapping his legs around hers and Alice's. John took to the idea quite avidly. Slipping his hands under Fanny's polo shirt as he lowered himself onto his knees, he slid them up along her bony sides and began feeling her big breasts inside her filmy brassiere with great zest.
He held himself just above her squirming body for a long while, feeling her tits thoroughly and giving her a loving look, to which she responded by curling her lips and sending her tongue out in a stiff point. He lowered his tongue to meet hers in midair, gradually working deep into her mouth as she in turn dug her tongue into his.
All the while she had him around the hips with her hand, and was more or less holding him off there. Then she slowly ran her hands over his buttocks and thighs, ever so slightly grazing the edge of his hardened cock underneath his shorts. Finally she pulled back the elastic band of his undies and slid both hands in.
With her long, sharp-nailed fingers she gently and subtly grazed the surface of his finally freed hard-on. Reaching further in, she carefully and soothingly tickled and titillated his big balls, rubbing the insides of his thighs as well.
This expert treatment was slowly driving him crazy as he dangled over her there, his tongue in her hot mouth, his hands on her lush tits. Feeling his cock loose like that and cradled in her infinitely erotic fingers, he longed all the more to pull off her jeans and send his wanderer home.
Then he realized that he had practically forgotten about Alice lying there underneath Fanny's body on the floor. Actually, he hadn't completely forgotten. His face had been hanging between the upturned points of her two firm, far-reaching tits all the time he was kissing Fanny, but they had been so close that he could hardly focus on them.
But as he lifted his head in a spasm of pleasure at the soft, magic touch of Fanny's fingers on his sensitive shaft, he caught sight of Alice's full, overwhelming beauty at close range. Every outline of their sharply rounded curves and the stiff points of their hard, black nipples pressed its image clear as daylight against her silky, black-tinged brassiere, which in turn was perfectly mirrored in the tight, close-fitting, synthetic khaki of her shirt.
Slowly and diplomatically removing his hands from Fanny's shirt, as if only for a moment, he carefully worked them around so he could grasp one of Alice's boobs in each hand, pressing them against Fanny's ears in an erotically stimulating way that might also serve as an excuse.
Not that Fanny needed one; she really didn't care as long as she got her rocks off. It was all part of the same thing to her. To convey this notion to him, she continued to work on his long, hard wang while he began fondling Alice's breasts. In fact, she decided to do even better than before.
Freeing her hands for a few seconds, she deposited a large amount of saliva in them and then returned them to their post. Bathing his hot, hard member in these cooling juices, she began stroking her hands up and down the length of it until his entire prick was slick with saliva.
Meanwhile, John's hands were busily beginning their long initial sojourn over every inch of Alice's desirable bosom. As he reached the pinnacle of the left tit, Fanny was taking care of his left ball. Now, usually when you fuck you don't worry about whether it's the left ball that's getting it, you just fuck, you know what I mean? But Fanny thought it would be more interesting to add a little symmetry to things, which just goes to show you what a fucked-up chick she really was-not that John gave a damn.
Anyway, he liked getting his wang pulled by one slick-fingered pussy while he was feeling up another one's tits. But the steady stream of pleasurable sensations in his prick was urging it on to final needs, and John longed to get their clothes off so he could have his final relief.
Starting with the top of Alice's sexy shirt, he painstakingly began to undo each button, in which he received no resistance. In fact, she got into the act herself, and soon her silky blouse was open as far as Fanny's head, which still lay between her big bazooms. It was enough for John though, whose long, rock-hard column was still being wetly stroked by Fanny.
He reached up and with a mixture of force and gentleness proceeded to pull the half-open blouse off her slim, bony shoulders and down around her arms, until as much as possible of her black-tinted brassiere was openly visible in all its well-stuffed glory. The sight of so much of her black tits exposed and restrained by only that sleazy bra sent a wail of fury through his prick, making it jump out of Fanny's solicitous hands.
It wobbled its slippery way almost as far as her mouth, as John plunged forward to take a kiss from Alice's obscenely beckoning lips and tongue. Fanny, picking up on her opportunity, grabbed the straying cock with her hands and guided its swelling shaft into the loving confines of her mouth.
Carefully clamping her lips against it so as not to grace any part of it with her teeth, she began to strongly suck the hard flesh with the inside of her mouth. Occasionally, she would either wrap her tongue around it and run it over and over the taut surface, or she would use her tongue to prod and poke the tiny opening at the very tip until his sensitive member was jerking around in her mouth like a crazy squirrel on a hopped-up treadmill.
Between her ministrations with her mouth on his prick, and those of Alice's mouth on his, he was slowly but ever so surely arriving at that overwhelmingly beautiful summit, the point of no return from which incredible startling vistas stretch out in the seemingly timeless and eternal second before the final synapse-in other words, he was getting ready to jack off, and he wanted to be inside of someone's cunt when he did.
Assuming that Alice would be the easiest because of her skirt as opposed to Fanny's jeans, he tried to slide her from under her girlfriend while extricating his troublemaker from the savory mouth of Miss Fanny without damaging its tender fibers.
That wasn't as easy as he might have hoped it would be, mainly because Fanny didn't fancy parting with the merchandise she had so studiously brought to its present state of readiness. Which was to say that she was really hot in the pants by this time, and wanted to make sure she got some of the action. John didn't know what to do.
All he really cared about was guiding his hard-on straight for the familiar gap between Alice's lovably thin, sleek, black legs, right under her leather skirt and through her filmy panties if necessary. Alice herself was wildly caressing his face and neck as he made love to her violent mouth.
Fanny was finally forced to release his fiercely struggling wang or else get it stuffed down her throat, which she didn't exactly want. Jack was finally able to bring it up along Alice's sweating crotch, push aside her skimpy panties and begin shoving it into place.
He proceeded with his hands to pop open the rest of the buttons on her shirt and expose all of her full, tightly-brassiered chest to his eager eyes. Her dark stiff nipples stood out at least a full inch beyond the uppermost curve of her tits, and pressed their outlines through the tight black silk of her bra. They were so enticing that he lowered his mouth to them immediately and began nuzzling and finally nibbling them with his teeth.
Fanny, meanwhile, feeling as though she was being left out of things in a pretty bad way, crept out from under the pile and took a superior position from behind. First she lifted the back of John's robe and carefully removed his rumpled, sweaty undershorts, leaving his twitching buttocks free for her to do anything to them she liked. She sure wouldn't get much resistance from John, who was giving everything he was worth to Alice, ramming his cock in and out of her unbelievably tight cunt and squeezing her firm, close-set buttocks with his hands as he fucked her.
Fanny innocently lowered her head to John's pumping loins and tried inserting her tongue into the crevice between his buttocks until she found the small, smelly orifice of his shit canal. That hole she began to tickle and lick and slobber and suck with her tongue and lips until Jack was writhing and reeling. His whole body trembled.
At the same time she was rhythmically rubbing her big firm breasts against his tights, moving them up along his rump to the small of his back. Her tits were so firm that he could feel the tips of the stiff nipples sticking out and carving their double trail across his hackled flesh.
But to intensify his stimulation a little more, Fanny took each of her breasts out from under her shirt and, squeezing them tightly so the nipples stuck out even farther and stiffer than before, brought them back against the sensitive flesh of John's furiously rotating rectum.
Suddenly John swung his hands around behind his back to grab at those amazing mammaries that were so riotously titillating him. Grabbing one big knob in each hand, he squeezed and pulled and rubbed them against his back, while Alice took the opportunity to arch her own chest upward, almost snapping her bra straps under the stress of the process.
The sight of those even-larger boobs once again diverted John's attention from the knockers he was holding fast behind his back, squeezing and pinching. Releasing his hands, he made a grab for Alice's upflung tits, first just palming them in his large hands and then moving up quickly to her shoulders, where he forcibly removed the straps.
Then in one long hard gesture he ripped the flimsy, black silk apparatus from her chest and freed to his greedy vision the fully-unwound passion of her two enormous tits, tipped with the large black nipples that he longed to again take in his mouth and suck while he rammed his prick in and out of her tight hole again and again, with Fanny's finger up his ass.
Instinctively, he buried his sweaty face in Alice's equally sweaty, recently revealed tits, which she squeezed over his ears in a pleasing way. Lifting the back and forth, on and off his ears in rhythm, she created a sensation that sent chills of pleasure sweeping through every part of his aching body, making the biggest impression on that long cylinder which he had in her crack.
In fact, the impression was so great that John felt a suddenly welling sensation in the depths of his penile shaft, as the enormous amount of semen which had been growing there since the beginning of the day's romps neared the boiling point, promising to come spilling over the flood gates any second.
In preparation for such an event, John pulled Alice's slim legs around his, and wedged his genitals more firmly into their tight home between her thighs. Fanny had by this time attached her body to John's and she licked at his ears while he slobbered Alice's mouth with his tongue.
Then John dug like mad into Alice, his backside going like an out-of-control cement mixer as his final fury came rushing out of his cock, squirting its milky way into the hot cunt of the girl, who was screaming like a stuck bitch. Her legs pumped like mad in sympathetic rhythm to his jerking incursions, drawing him in tighter and then pushing him further away with each of his long, frantic, orgiastic lunges.
And Fanny all this time was riding on his back, just getting a free trip. But as the cries of climax filled the room, her low moan grew in volume and urgent intensity, until Jack knew that she wouldn't give up until he had somehow satisfied her animal cravings as well as Alice's.
But he was too busy beating out the last few fleeting pulses of his ecstasy inside mother nature's warm wet womb to worry about the sex-hungry little monkey on his back. Yet as he lay with his head between Alice's generous breasts, he could feel Fanny's breathing in his ear.
Not only her breathing, but the very tender tip of her ripe, red tongue was also reaching its way into the porches of his ears, slowly climbing the steps to his pleasure threshold. Now many people may consider one shot plenty for the night, with a little shut-eye on top to end it all.
Well, that may be enough for some men who, late at night, have a wife in pin curlers. But for young Johnny, in the presence of two attractive and willing young ladies in the early afternoon, the idea of calling it quits and rolling over like old Fido just hadn't occurred to him, at least not yet. And he figured that the least he could do in such a situation was to make sure that everyone at the therapy session got what they needed-that was what Chuck would expect from him.
In any case, Fanny's continued breathing and oral stimulation applied to John's ear was beginning to tell on his limpened member, still buried deep within the folds of Alice's cunt. His organ was stirring once again, as tremors of pleasure and sense-awakening swept through it.
He could even feel his prick begin to unwind a bit inside its sticky, damp nest. Evidently, he was having a quick resurgence of energy, although Fanny's continued attentions had more than a little to do with the situation.
For now she was caressing the crevice between his flanks again, pushing her hand all the way down under his balls, where she began to pull and tease them again and again until he felt another stirring within his organ.
He was filled with an enormous and overbearing sensation of sweet pleasure as his cock grew to full size within the recently expanded barriers of Alice's snug little hole. Every re-experience of the pleasure of erection was doubled and then trebled by the fact that it was happening inside a cunt.
When it was finally full-sized again, Fanny, somehow sensing the right moment, pulled John right out of his current hiding place and exposed his reddened hard-on with the big, pulsing tip, all glistening and slippery from sperm and cuntal secretions, a big glob of come still clinging to the tip.
That was her cue for action, and she leaped on him, assuming a sitting position over his crotch and, with the most elaborate, gentle care, slowly slid his long, stiff pecker into the greedy canal that led to her womb. With a passion she rose up and down over his torso again and again until her low moans had grown to loud screams and even shrieks.
Then she cradled her own big tits in her hands, as if offering them up to some deity before the sacrifice of her virginity, once again, to the god of love. She rubbed them around and around until John joined in and began fingering the taut nipples himself.
As he did that, she steadily rotated her pelvis around and around John's joint until he could actually feel the beginning of another orgasm gathering its forces down in his depths. The sight of her fondling her own breasts, and the feel of those velvety tits and nipples in her fingers, furthered the growth of sperm in his balls as she too neared a climax.
In fact, her mouth was hanging open, her head writhing around on her neck, her long hair falling across her big tits. Then her lips closed into a long, curling smile of sweet ecstasy as she neared the pinnacle of her release. Her midsection was revolving as if possessed now, and her tits were swinging free while her hands grabbed his buttocks from below in order to increase the pressure of his cock in her pussy.
It was no time at all before they were both coming together in an outburst of loud, sweating, roaring, sexual energy, which neither of them had experienced in years, until her cunt belched blue fire and she fell exhausted into his waiting arms. Then they rested. At least for the moment.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ruby and Maxine, heading for a therapy session of their own in Peekskill, were driving through the contagious country sunshine of a new morning, heading for unknown surprises while Chuck and John were busy exploring the wonder of their discoveries back in the crowded, sooty city.
The sun flashed off their rear-view mirror as they darted along the thruway like a couple of ravishing Valkyries on their way to pick up some fallen warrior from the field of battle and parry him back to their heavenly abode. Both their brightly colored nylon pants suits sparkled lightly as they billowed in the wind.
Maxine was thinking about her brother again, reminiscing on his cornflower hair and sapphire eyes like on the beloved melodies of some earlier day. She loved especially the time they went fishing together. Although it was probably the hundredth time they did so, it had seemed like the very first.
Maxine had just recently entered the golden portals of puberty, and was given to the habit of masturbating furtively as often as she could get a chance to. Somehow it had not yet occurred to her that she could receive the same, or perhaps an even greater excitation in partnership with a man.
All the other times she had gone fishing with her little brother Tad, he had appeared to her as at best a bothersome nuisance to take care of. Even after she had matured sexually, she still took that attitude, especially since now his presence only made it more difficult for Maxine to grab those few precious minutes alone with the silent, ecstatic throbbing of her clitoris.
But after a number of times beating herself off under her skirt not more than a few yards from her pesky brother who idly daubed his skinny bamboo pole in the mosquito-scabbed pond water, she began to associate the overwhelming waves of hot, flashing pleasure she experienced with each onanistic effort, with the presence of her little brother and his innocently smiling face.
So that it soon became standard enough for her to have dreams about his darling, unbearded face at night, and to wake up in the morning hot for his curly, freckled head, hoping that one of his whims that day would be to loll his lagging brains in her sensuously perfumed lap and stare up into her crystal orbs.
Perhaps it should be noted that despite her peculiar aversion to allowing herself to be dominated sexually by any mere man, she at that time took the usual sexual interest in playing games of innocence and experience, and so actually enjoyed letting little Tad's imagination run the gamut of its infantile-erotic whimery.
Whenever Tad showed an interest in exploring the subtle and sublime mysteries of Mother Nature, and returning to the original sources of nutriment-that is to say, mother's nipples, which he gobbled greedily in turn, she spurred him on.
But that one time he would never forget, the way the trees rustled as little Thaddeus lay his tired head against her bosom. She had simply and innocently slipped off the shoulders of her loose garment so that the little tyke could nestle his head directly against the silky surface of her new brassiere.
Maxine had only just started wearing them at that time, although her breasts were already almost fully developed, and bigger than many women ever get. The reason she had not worn one of those confining undershirts previously was that on the country land where she live and was brought up, they didn't feel the need for such artificial sweeteners and frilly expenditures so early in life.
But once Maxine had seen some ads in a color magazine, and saw how exotic and desirable the phony contraptions seemed to make women look, she decided that she would have to have one. Later that week she had driven into town with Uncle Jed, who seemed to enjoy the opportunity to take his young teenage niece out for a long drive to the city in his shiny tractor.
Using up every last cent of her money which she had saved from crocheting napkins for the church social and babysitting for the more well-to-do couples who went to the city occasionally for some entertainment. She went wild in the big department store. She bought several frilly, brightly colored semi-transparent brassieres and a couple of tight fitting full slips, with panties and garters to match. Somehow her instincts just directed her to the sexiest, most alluring garments on the rack.
Her Uncle Jed meanwhile stood off at a respectable distance and hummed to himself in a kind of sadistic embarrassment at being caught in such a den of lingerie. Finally she came out with her package and they drove home. On the way, Jed became a little overly frisky, putting his hand on his niece's thigh from time to time, and asking her to open the bag and display all of her newly purchased goodies to him while he drove along.
At first she acceded to the request, considering it to be normal enough. Of course she thought it a little odd that a man as old and rough-skinned and craggy-faced as her uncle should have any interest at all in such frilly, sissy things as women's underwear. But she was still young and naive at the time, and unaware of the great variety of strange and unspeakable perversions which many members of our society are given freely to.
So she enthusiastically displayed the gaudy but frivolous items which she had just bought, one after the other to her uncle while he slowly trucked the old tractor along. Slowly but surely the old man's whiskers stood up on end at the sight of such a lovely, skinny-assed young thing exhibiting her most private wardrobe, even holding them up against her frail body for him to see.
Uncle Jed felt like he was flipping through one of those expensive girlie magazines where the women are always decked out in differing livid arrays of bizarrely colored and textured lingerie, in varying stages of undress.
It was then that he had pulled the tractor off the road and onto some kind of unpaved side road lush with foliage which soon concealed the vehicle and its two passengers from the sight of the highway. Once they had come to a full halt and Maxine had turned to him with a quizzical look in her innocent farm girl eyes, Uncle Jed gave her a sweet smile.
He suggested that she do a replay of her last maneuvers, this time trying the sleazy stuff on for real.
"Are you kidding, Uncle Jed?" she had asked respectfully but a bit thrown off by the queerness of the whole thing. "Do you really want to see a little girl like me getting dressed, and in all these silly, frilly unmentionables?"
He assured her that it was perfectly okay for a man of his years to express an interest in the affairs of young women who were related to him by blood, and that as long as she remembered that relationship, she would realize that nothing evil could happen between them. Of course, she mustn't speak of these things to the others in the family. They might not understand as well as Uncle Jed did. After all, this was all to be a big secret between the two of them.
Thinking back over that incident, Maxine could not help being amazed at how naive her uncle must have thought she was at that time. And of course she was, but she was also old enough to know about some of the scandalous taboos surrounding such behavior, and to know that that "big secret" hokum was a line, that even an eight year old wouldn't swallow without gagging.
Of course, as noted before, she was instinctively attuned to natural sexual responses, and immediately understood the deeper source of Uncle Jed's seemingly faggoty desire to see a woman changing clothes. After all, she couldn't understand why a real man would rather see a girl in her drawers, no matter how pretty they were, than in the buff or something.
Now her confusion seemed very funny to Maxine. She had certainly been willing enough to go through the whole silly fantasy the old man desired of her. How eagerly she had slid down off of the tractor and hidden underneath its huge wheels to spare her uncle any possible embarrassment at seeing her really naked.
When she came out alongside the big machine again, dressed only in a silken see-through slip and peek-a-boo panties of Day-Glo orange, her nearly ripe breasts already falling out of the skimpy nylon brassiere, perhaps a size or two too small; Jed merely gasped. His old hunk of meat quavered a second in his moldy trousers.
She just stood there smiling for awhile, and then went back again for another change. Meanwhile old Jed was freaking out in his pants. He could hardly restrain an incestuous urge to grab the little waif and toss her in the hay. But he was fearful of the consequences. Frankly, this was more than he had bargained for.
In the first place, he had never imagined that the girl was truly naive enough to take him up on his suggestion immediately and with such great enthusiasm. The most he had hoped for was to get a rise out of her and maybe bring a sexy flush to those incredibly young and unsullied cheeks of hers.
Now he suddenly found himself calculating at fever pitch just how much his secure job with Maxine's family as a handyman and potato-peeler was really worth. Those kinds of thoughts could be dangerous for a man of Jed's age.
Yet by the time she got back with another change of undies, he was ready to forget about calculating anything and jump right ahead to the solution. Maxine had read about the relatively recent use of body stockings among fashionable eastsiders in the Big City, and had picked out one of a black fishnet variety which was now strung tightly about her slim torso, and stalwartly restraining her tender young nipples which were just budding.
That was more than the old buzzard could stand sitting down. Unwrapping his carefully folded legs, he made an attempt to go after the young nymph. But his lumbago was giving him problems. Just as he finally got up and managed to lunge to the ground, he heard the whine of a super-charged engine and the rumble of big wheels on the dirt path. A Highway Patrol car pulled up behind them.
Well, Maxine had gotten him out of that one all right, but his itch for a little bit of hot twat was stifled for the moment, and the rest of that day he spent behind the barn with a fifth of Jack Daniels beltin' the blues away.
Maxine, however, had just gotten started. And though the last thing on her mind was for her to have an affair with her seedy Uncle Jed, still it had been the kind of thing to get her going. She had had enough of a taste of power in getting that grown man to drool at her feet by simply wearing the right thing.
The implications of the ramifications of that event kept her up late into the night with all kinds of figurings and calculations about what her future might be, and how she could achieve great amounts of power by using her head. And it was not long after that she took up the habit of playing "Go Fish" with her brother.
The game they played had little in common with the children's card game of the same name. In fact, it had nothing at all to do with it outside of the coincidence of their names. They played their version any day they went fishing together. Maxine had become rather adept at wearing her new underclothes to the maximum effect, even when she had a lot of other clothes on.
She always managed to find a way to put her outer garments on over her more luscious undies so that more than enough of them showed in the bright sunlight as they promenaded to the fishing spot, hand in brotherly hand. Tad, for all intensive purposes, was still too young and uninitiated to take full cognizance or to garner the most extensive enjoyment from such displays.
But after a number of times of being in the presence of his thusly-attired sister, he began to develop a certain attachment and affiliation for the kind of clothes she wore. And he had a natural young boy's curiosity in such matters, one that might have annoyed most women but which Maxine reveled in to the fullest.
After her little near-tragic episode with Uncle Jed, she had no desire to turn on any man she couldn't handle, either physically or psychologically. By giving relatively free rein to her brother's occasional whims to look under her dress or to explore the salient bulges in her attractive costuming, she was able to develop in him an unselfish, ungreedy approach to physical contact.
He took all of her favors as gifts freely given, and so he never expected her to do anything that she wasn't ready to offer of her own free will. On the other hand, there wasn't much that he wasn't allowed to do. And Tad had played his young little cards right, so that his older sister never caught on that it was he who was leading her along all the time.
He loved to crawl between her thin, smooth, velvety legs, the colored silk of her .sexy slip grazing-his face in a most pleasant way, and rotate his head right between her creamy thighs, letting every inch of her perfect skin flow over his face, and squeezing her legs tighter around him with his little arms.
At other times, she would lower her bodice so that his little hands could wander at will over her scarcely-covered breasts in their nylon restrainer. But all these things she looked on as normal. Now that she was returning to see him after all these years, she was no longer so sure of what normal was.
Driving up the blue-stoned driveway leading to her parent's baronial mansion, she first caught sight of her kid brother standing by the tennis courts, his trim, white-clad figure standing out nobly against the bright red clay of the courts. Immediately she was struck with a powerful sexual-emotional feeling for him which overspread the bounds of normal sibling relations.
Glancing at Ruby's suntanned face, eyes hidden behind big, sexy shades, Maxine noticed that she hadn't failed to curl her lips in a silent whistle of appreciation at the sight of her brother standing there in his tennis shorts, bare arms glistening in the early sunlight off the curly blond hair of his bare arms.
Maxine readied herself for a long, hard struggle to keep this alien invader away from her handsome brother, and to reserve the rights of possessing his now-mature body for the first time to herself. But even forgetting about the stunning Miss Ruby, the thought occurred to her that she might not necessarily be the first to possess his post-adolescent charms, and that many a girl in the neighborhood must have already taken advantage of (or been taken advantage of by) the advanced training which Maxine had originally given him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The sun shining off her brother's silver aluminum shades nearly blinded Maxine as she strained to get a better look at his standing beside the tennis net and glaring closely at their automobile. Jumping out, she ran to meet him and threw her arms around his massive chest as she gave him a welcome kiss.
Deciding not to be overly sister, she planted her ripe, moist lips flat on his mouth and gave him a warm, succulent kiss that sent a tremor down his back. Her soft, wet inner lips swam around his mouth and the very tip of her tongue just dallied on the outer limits of his lips.
Pulling away from her after a seemingly endless embrace, he gave her a critical look and then broke into a broad smile that lit up his young face like a neon sign.
"Still the same old Maxie, eh?" he offered as more of a statement than a question.
"Yeah, but I can see you've grown," she responded slyly, leaning her full weight up against his loins so that she could feel the already mounting stiffness of his suddenly surprised cock. She circulated her groin a little as she did so.
"In fact," she continued, "you're still growing!"
"But that's not what you came here to talk about, is it?" he sarcastically replied.
"No. In fact, I-came to wish you a happy birthday now that you're sweet sixteen."
"Very thoughtful of you. I see you brought a friend along. Anyone I should know?" he asked with a twinkle in his eye. Maxine was thinking that he seemed pretty eager for, a kid of sixteen-and a country boy at that!
"No. She's a federal narcotics agent. If she offers you anything, you'd better turn it down."
"Anything?"
Tad's phrasing was ominous.
"That's right, and don't get smart with me, bucko. Remember I taught you everything you know."
"Not everything, I'm afraid, Sis.
"What do you mean by that, you young whippersnapper?" she demanded with a furious gleam in her eye.
"Just what I said. After you deserted me-"
"Deserted? I just got sick and tired of this one-coke-machine town and had to split-just the way you will in a year or two, if you don't feel that way already."
"Well in any case, after you left I started taking lessons from Sally Killerman down the block."
"That dyke? Boy have you got bad taste!" she snapped, trying to hide her jealousy in smoke cloud of contempt.
As they walked back to the big, sprawling family house, leaving Ruby in the car for awhile, he proceeded to tell her the whole story of what had happened after she went away. Ruby wasn't going to stand for that though.
Hotly she raced out of the car after the rapidly disappearing couple who were by then just entering the house. But fate was against her on that perfectly cloudless day in upstate New York. By the time she reached the front door of the massive estate, it was already too late.
Maxine and Tad were upstairs getting changed for a swim in their beautiful backyard Olympic size swimming pool, and Ruby was forced by the butler to wait downstairs while they finished changing. They had always had adjoining rooms when they were kids, with a single door between their two beds the only thing to separate them, while they pursued their avid relationship.
Now they were both once again returned to that primal situation, but this time as they got dressed, or rather undressed and then dressed in their bathing suits, they left the door wide open. They each stood in their rooms as on days of old, and talked to each other in this fashion while they dug out their trunks.
That is, Tad dug out his trunks. Maxine had a special suit she had brought with her for the occasion, remembering their enormous, lush swimming pool with the colored under lighting and heated water, not to mention underwater color TV screens and even monitoring cameras. She had not swam in the pool for a while, and she wanted her return to be something special.
Of course she wanted her brother to notice her especially on her visit so she made the suit something that would also appeal to his newly developing appetites. But once they had gotten their bathing suits ready, they both stood there for awhile in their respective doorways, their minds hesitating a moment in sub-space as if preparing for the long-awaited event to transpire.
It was as if they both were afraid that reality would not come up to their wild fantasies. Then Maxine broke the ice by slowly, quiveringly removing the sash from her purple nylon pants suit and beginning to unbutton it from the top down. When she had gone far enough to reveal the alluring orange and white translucent material of her tight fitting brassiere, she paused dramatically for a minute, putting her hands on her hips in a sensual gesture, and sticking her half-exposed chest out in Tad's direction.
Tad immediately responded by stripping off his shirt and pants, letting his already hardening prick give an indication of its potential size as it strained to pop loose of his restricting undershorts. The sight of that blunt instrument unfolding its brutal length under those bulging jockey shorts gave a jolt to Maxine's clit that urged her to go even further with her own disrobing.
She finished unbuttoning her sleek-fitting top and threw it away with the carelessly obscene gesture of a stripper, one of her lush tits almost getting wrenched out of her tight bra as she did so. Stroking the length of her nylon-trousered legs, she began to remove the bottoms of her pants suit, an inch at a time.
Tad's cock had righted itself inside his shorts, and the long arc of its underside stood up straight, stretching the material of the underwear as far as his navel.
But as he watched his older sister slowly peeling the close fitting purple pants from her long tan legs, he thought that his shorts would tear a hole in themselves at the pressure of his penis within. He pulled them tight under his balls and felt the refreshing sweep of pleasurable sensations run through his loins and spinal column as he pulled the material back and forth over his genitals.
Maxine meanwhile continued her stop-time strip. That is to say that every time she managed to get the tight material down an inch or two further along her legs, she stopped and took up a different sexy and alluring pose. And she worked her hands around the elastic band of the pants, letting Tad watch her fingers slip beneath its surface and cradle the bulges of her perfect buttocks or of her hairy cunt as she slowly lowered her pants.
The first thing to be revealed were the extremely narrow, black lace panties that hid the opulent bush of her pubic hair. As soon as she was past these, she halted the progress of her strip momentarily to dally awhile around her crotch while Tad looked eagerly on. This time she wheedled her long, slim fingers inside of her tight-fitting bikini bottoms and went fishing.
Tad began to literally drool as he watched her fingers stroke and scratch the smooth surface of her up-rising buttocks, sliding between them occasionally to explore the narrow crevice of sin and the two tunnels to hell that lay therein. Then she pulled them tightly between her thighs so that the part of them directly below her pussy was pulled up between the twin hairy lips of her moist vagina.
When she returned to her pants, she removed them by stepping out of them, one leg at a time. She slowly withdrew first her left leg from the long tight cylinder of the pants, jackknifing at the knee like a striptease dancer as she let the material peel off and fall to the ground. Then the other leg.
When she finally had them off as far as the toe of her right foot, she gave the leg a kick and sent the shiny purple garment flying in Tad's direction, although it only made it as far as the doorway that separated their rooms. Now she had nothing on but the thin black band of the panties (perforated with hundreds of decorative gaps in the lace) and her orange and white brassiere.
As Tad ogled the way the elastic bands of the tight bra cut into his sister's lush skin, and the way her more than full breasts struggled to burst out until the two little nubs of her stiff nipples made their shape clear through the material, Maxine began to blush. It certainly wasn't from embarrassment, though.
The sight of that pinkish-red flush coming to her cheeks, and the rest of her anatomy as well, added another notch to the growth of Tad's enormous cock within the tight confines of his shorts. Maxine's flush of sexual excitement deepened in turn as she realized the great extent of her brother's peacemaker.
Since their exploits had never before called on the use of young Tad's pecker (which at that time had not yet exploded from its infantile state of contraction) for any real serious work. But now that she saw its pent-up beauty and masculine strength mounting by the minute, she burned to rip his pants off and have at it.
The long, slow strip was getting to Tad, too, though, and she knew that any minute their primitive game of temptation would come crashing to an end as he came leaping through the doorway and into her room. Well, after all, that was what it was all about, wasn't it.
She was now in the process of running the flat open palms of her hands up and down the sides of her body, while curling her lips in a smile-grimace of deep sensual pleasure. As her hands came up alongside those tightly-restrained tits of hers, she dallied there a while, and ran her long nailed, bony fingers over and over the silken surface of each bra-bursting tit.
Continuing to fan her fingers out in that fashion, she occasionally would catch the elongated tips of her nipples between two long fingers and massage them until they grew to their full size, which was over three fourths of an inch long. Tad's cock continued to harden in response to the further hardening of those sweet little tit-ends.
Finally, she turned fully towards him, spread her legs apart and leaned back slightly with her hands on her hips so that the salient bulge of her hairy pussy was thrust out and up towards the constantly inquiring dish-antenna of Tad's face. Her lips curled into the quivering bounds of a cute, attractive laugh.
"Well, little brother, how does it feel to be a full-grown man at last?" she asked before the laugh had faded from her mouth, sticking her hands inside the back of her panties and placing them each firmly on her high-set buttocks for more support.
Tad thought she looked pretty great, standing there as if with her hands in her back pockets, except that she didn't have any back-pockets on. Tad was more than grateful to have this opportunity to visually explore his first lover's body, a body which he had never really seen fully exposed. Nor had he then had the same kind of keen interest in physical perfection that a stream of incidents with an equally long stream of instructresses had hipped him to.
And he could immediately evaluate the worth of his fair sister's body, and instantly wanted to ravage and plunder and rip her and bite her, and perform all of the other amorous operations on her that he had just recently learned. His sister had been responsible for his early start, there was no doubt.
But as soon as-she left him he had branched out on his own and expanded his knowledge of the field until there was nothing he didn't know how to do to make women come like mad in his arms. So in answer to her question of before, he calmly said, "Why don't you let me show you how much I like it."
That was cute, she thought. That was definitely the sound of calm authority that only someone who really knew the ropes would be able to utter.
"Yeah, well," she drawled sassily, "we might get around to that pretty soon. Right now though, don't you think we oughta get some swimwear?"
"Nah. You look fine just like that. I wouldn't dream of changing a stitch."
"But I can't exactly go out there like this. I mean, what would Mom and Dad think if I went in swimming dressed like this?" she queried with a finger in her mouth.
"I don't know about Mom," Tad responded with a coy laugh, "but Pop'd be crazy if he didn't jump in after you!"
Maxine yawned casually and stretched her arms high up in the air, taking utmost outrageous advantage of a chance occurrence. After she had finished yawning and stretching, she carelessly hooked her thumbs under the elastic straps of her bright brassiere and, lifting them a few inches beyond their normal position, let them snap down again with a swift crack.
Tad almost bit his tongue as the elastic bands bit into Maxine's shoulders and sent flashes of red emanating along her skin from those points. He longed to do the same thing to her himself, and finally deciding that these pre-game ceremonies had gone far enough, started slowly moving towards the doorway that led from his bedroom into hers.
Maxine began retreating quietly as he came on, a show of both alarm and a dangerous desire passing over her face. Her long lips twitching slightly and her hands instinctively going down to shade her crotch from his monomaniac stare. But it soon became evident to her that there wasn't going to be any stopping her kid brother once had had that kind of a glassy gleam in his bright blue eyes, and that that long of an erection beneath his shorts.
She was back up against the soft velvet of the curtains behind her before he finally stopped, no more than a few inches away. If he hadn't been wearing those undershorts, his hard-on would have been able to reach out and touch the black lace of her semi-transparent panties.
But Maxine suddenly looked as if she didn't care any more. She stood there looking away, as if she had failed to keep faith in the possibility of reconstructing their old relationship. Her chest was heaving with anticipation though, as she didn't know exactly what her brother would do.
"Sis," he said softly, "Sis, now that I'm all grown up, as you mentioned, I want-to ... I want to-" but here he broke off, unable to continue his emotion-laden dialog.
Maxine could see the tears coming to his eyes almost as he stood there in his fear and shame, afraid to take possession of the first body that he had known, perhaps afraid that he would never be able to replicate the perfect magic of those first halcyon days they had spent together so many years ago.
Then it was that Maxine burst out into uncontrollable laughter, thinking about the similarity of their situations, and the ludicrousness of two people who would ordinarily have been under the sheets by this point, afraid to fuck because of the past. Well, that was about par for the course, she thought.
"Look, Tad," she expounded. "I guess neither of us is going to be able to live up to each other's dreams and fantasies and idealizations which we have formed over the years that we've been separated from each other."
A look of relief flooded over his features as she spoke soothingly to him.
"So why don't we just forget all those preconceived notions and have ourselves a ball?"
Maxine enjoyed being on top of things, and wanted to keep it all going her way.
"What do you say to that, kiddo?" she added with a smile, her hands on her narrow waist urging the black bulge of her super-hairy bush against Tad's crotch.
The slight pressure of her lingerie upon the outer surface of Tad's maximally stretched shorts was all that was needed to set his temporarily paralyzed body in motion again, and towards his original goal. That was Maxine and she was now backed up against the wall with only a few inches of soft, dark green velvet separating her from the wall.
Bracing her strong back against the soft material of the drapes, she hooked her fingers under her bikini bottoms and rolled them into one thin round band that did very little indeed to cover her essential nakedness. Wisps of tufted, curly pubic hair strolled from every edge of the rolled up panties as usually as if I were Sunday in the park.
Tad knew that her buttocks must be showing pretty well too, and his imagination was going crazy thinking about it and itching for a peek from starboard. Then, once that was done, she set her back really firmly against the draped wall and slowly twisted one long, bare leg around Tad's own hairy limb and began to lift it up along his as far as his groin.
As she brought it up she massaged the length of his leg and even got a big toe in between his firm, youthful buttocks for a while. She also managed to get her foot under his crotch, and give his aching balls a few moments of sheer heavenly (or perhaps hellish) bliss. That felt great.
Then she slowly, with great athletic control of her balance and limbs, managed to get her other leg up the side of his leg until it was also hooked around his trim waist. Finally, lurching from the wall, she threw her arms around his neck and held on for dear life while giving his forehead a sisterly kiss.
As he held her to him, her skinny legs twisted about his middle and her big tits squashed up against his muscular chest, the urge to take her right there and forget about their parents who were waiting downstairs at the swimming pool, welled up strongly within him as the smell of her fragrant cunt and of his own sex hormones in action as well drifted up his snout.
Slowly, like a strumpet in a swan dive she slid down the front of his body, the silky, overstuffed material of her brassiere making a strong impression on his mind as it set every inch of skin it came in contact with ablaze with tingling sensations. Holding her once more righted body at arms length, he slipped one of her bra straps carelessly off her shoulder.
The bra however was fastened so tightly that nothing further happened, and her bra did not fall away on one side the way Tad had undoubtedly hoped it would. In fact he was still a little shy about the whole thing and was kind of hoping some outside force would perform a lot of his tasks for him.
Now, that wasn't a good thing for someone who was looking to get laid. Just because it was the guy's sister, doesn't mean he should get all trembly and butterfingered about it. Now was no time for second thoughts about the incest taboo or the price of condoms in Baltimore.
But Maxine wasn't going to let his gorgeous hunk of tan, muscular flesh get away from her. First she helped out by lowering the other strap of her flimsy brassiere with a sweet, accepting smile that sent her wide lips in a long, curving pattern. Wriggling her torso a little bit had the effect of lowering the front of the bra cups until the dark crimson semicircle of her raised aureoles became just visible.
The saliva was mounting in Tad's mouth, but his whole body was still frozen into indolence with either fear or some kind of guilty shame-even he didn't know which it was. Maxine's next move was to tuck her thumbs under the taut elastic waistband of her brother's jockey shorts and give it a snap.
"Hey!" he yelped, "What the-?"
"I just thought that might wake you up a little, kid. Looked like you were losing interest for a minute there." Her voice was sensitive and serious. "What's the matter, don't you want to make it with me? Don't you want to get into my pants, and then some? Boy, don't you know that I could eat your cock until you cried for more, I could stick my tongue up your ass until-ohhh! It makes me mad to think that you can be so blase!"
Tad was more than woken up now from his temporary stupor, but even so, he found the hectoring attitude of his older sister to be slightly inhibitive of making any advances. But that was no problem now, since she seemed to be glad to be taking the initiative for this series of exchanges.
"Well, I think it's about time we did away with these, don't you?" The smile on her pretty puss could only be described as lewd and desirous.
Tad was frankly surprised that his own sister could be so blatant and obvious about everything. He was used to candidness in girls, but this was outrageous. In a way though, he was getting to enjoy it. It seemed to recall days of old somehow, and he liked the feeling it gave him.
"Wait a minute, Sis," he finally managed to mutter without a single stammer, "If I gotta strip down, then so do you. That's only fair."
Maxine was amused by his rustic sense of fair play, definitely a hold-over from the old country.
"Sure, kid. I wouldn't think of leaving you stranded like that without a little company."
Tad's face brightened up again. But in the meantime, his young cock had limpened slightly and so, before she went any further, Max applied a series of loving caresses to that organ through the rough material of his shorts until its full, impressive length was apparent. It's big, bulging underside with the enormous vein down the middle of it was outlined against the tightly strained material, pulsating all the way through.
She even went to the effort of cradling his big sac, of balls with. the itchy fingers of one hand, rubbing her belly up against his and stroking his ass, inside of his shorts, with the other one. Tad was coming alive again.
Then, when Maxine saw that his prick was back to a reasonable state of readiness, she once again got her thumb under the material. The other hand she simply slid around under the tight shorts from where it had been caressing his ass, tickling his cock and balls with it as she played around under his crotch.
That was really getting to Tad in the worst way. Goose pimples were spreading all over his skin-an effect that appealed heavily to Maxine, and urged her to rub more of her bare skin against her brother's body. She had his stiff pecker in between her two wrists, as her fingers worked the lower regions of his crotch, and massaged its long shaft between them as they worked.
Slowly her lower arms forced back the strong elastic band of his shorts enough to expose his upthrust prick, a tiny white daub of premature come floating at the opening of the virile organ. Maxine thought she would croak when she saw that. His sperm was thin and watery in its youthful state, and Maxine could almost see the spermatozoa swimming around in the miniscule pool.
Immediately, she wanted to drink deep from his fountain, to take that creamy wisp of heart's water into her aching mouth, and then to extract more, and more of its sweet juice until his hard meat was pumping furiously under the ministrations of her mouth-yes, she had to have it right away.
Bending to bring her lush, thick lips to the tender tip of that lovely asparagus, Maxine was caught halfway by her brother, and she looked up at him in surprise.
"Hey! Whadda 'bout you? I got my dick hangin' out here and you aren't even undressed."
"Well," she simmered, "if you're so tough, why don't you do something about it yourself?"
The very pertness of her pouting remark called for manly action on Tad's part.
"Okay, Sis. I guess you're a big girl now, and you can take care of yourself. So from now on don't count on brother Tad to come to the rescue when I get out of hand."
"You know, Tad, I like it when you get like this. Usually I don't like getting bossed by men, but you're different. Somehow when you tell me to do something, I get a funny feeling in my twat that says, go ahead, kid. Ya know?"
But Tad was beyond conversation by this point. His long, muscular arms were reaching around his lovely sister's lovely torso, sliding over the synthetic material of her tight bra and grabbing for the clasp. He had it unhooked in no time, and peeled the sweaty cloth away. Her tits were much bigger than he had imagined, with big, outstanding aureoles that looked like they were made of raspberry ice cream and nipples that stood out half an inch when they weren't even stiff. And though they were large, there was no sign of sag. If she wore a dress with no bra, the upward-pointing nipples would've stood out clearly on their own.
He slowly pulled her to him until just the tips of her big tits were grazing the bronzed muscles of his chest. The nipples gave him a chilling sensation as they titillated his skin, and at the same time grew larger and stiffer in response to the touch of his skin.
He was in for another surprise, too, when he brought his hands back around to fondle those luscious tits, which he couldn't take his eyes off. Even though they were as big as they were (somehow she had stuffed them into a size thirty-eight bra) they were firm. Solid. If she lay flat on her back, they wouldn't have diminished so much as an inch in size, nor would they have lost any of their luxuriously stream-lined shape.
The feel of them in his hands was a sheer delight. They had of course matured considerably since he had known her in the middle of her early adolescence. And none of the other girls he had since met, as generous and as generously supplied as they had been, could live up to what Tad had in his hands right now.
He brought his palms between those outright tits and his own chest so that he could enjoy the superb stiffness of those big long nipples as they grazed against them. Her tits stood out at pure ninety degree angles from her chest, and rather close together, so that by spreading the fingers of one hand in a wide fan, he could touch both of her lovely nipples at once, and even pull them together.
And though her breasts were big and set close together, there was still a narrow lane of space between them, through which Tad could see their toes.
He wanted to lay his head there, on that slim thoroughfare, and let his tongue lap the potion of sweet delight sequestered therein.
Through the glistening crevice between those adorable knockers Tad could also watch Maxine going to work expertly on his throbbing cock, letting her wrists and arms still just barely make contact, as if accidentally while she tickled the insides of his thighs with her fingers.
Now that his sister's brassiere was gone, and her lovely round boobs exposed completely for the first time to Tad, he no longer felt any compulsions about having his underpants removed by her silky, loving hands. He advised her that it was now her turn to help him out of the confines of his clothes.
Maxine smiled softly and eagerly began to ease down the elastic of his shorts and peel them slowly off his thighs. As she did, his big hard charger was released and sprang free as if it was on springs, bouncing around crazily ready for some action. She had to stand back a little to get a good view.
"Hey, you've been doing all right over the years, haven't you?" she said, admiring the length and thickness of his youthful organ, and the fine, glistening purplish color of the large knob at the end of it.
He looked kind of primeval to Max, standing there with seven inches of hard meat flaring out perpendicular to the rest of his body, and his balls the size of radioactively stimulated olives swinging in their hairy sac between his legs. She literally licked her chops as she gave his glans a gander.
As her now trembling hands continued their slow odyssey down along Tad's legs, her mouth descended towards the area of his crotch.
Her thick lips curled into a long smile as they glistened in the sunlight that filtered in through the windows. Tad's cock stiffened even further and jerked spasmodically a few times in anticipation of the final union of those wet lips with his hard, dry slab of meat.
She kept her body close to his as she slid down, letting his erect wang slip in between her lush, firmly extended tits, their stiffened nipples giving the insides of his crotch and thighs a pretty savory thrill or two. For a moment, Tad was afraid that he wouldn't last until she got her mouth around his dick-but the resilience of youth is surprising.
As his tool slid up through her tits and towards her chin, Maxine opened her moist lips, at first playfully gnashing her teeth together a couple of times and showing a quick glimpse of her tongue. Then she formed her lips into a tight little oval, with just enough space for you-know-what to fit in.
The sight of that gorgeous hanger warming up for his flight-weary rocket, sent another premonitory twinge of sex pleasure throughout Tad's physique. A small bubble of gism reappeared at the opening of his cock, and Maxine, puckering her lips further as they approached the head of his prick, deliciously sucked that little drop of hot come right off and down her throat.
She had been so incredibly subtle about it that Tad hardly knew whether she had actually touched his dick at all with her lips. All he knew was that the sight of her doing that, coupled with the sound of her sucking made his cock jerk around as much as if she had shoved it into her mouth.
Maxine lifted her head away for just a second in order to gather her long hair again around the back of her neck. As she was doing that, Tad closed his hands about her head, gently sending a finger into each of her ears and trying to urge her face back down on his swollen cock.
Maxine didn't like to rush things, and she refused to budge her head for the moment, until Tad relented and let off with the pressure. Then she slowly brought her now salivating mouth back to the tip of his prick, which had developed another small pool of premature scum.
This boy is really potent! she thought to herself as she lowered her cat-like tongue's quivering tip just far enough to skim away the hot liquid without doing more than paying the organ a glancing blow. But even that was enough to send her virile young brother into spasms of contorted delight.
Once again he tried to pry her head against his whimpering wang but with no success. He then began scratching lightly the upper portion of her back, and running his nails down along her spinal column. That had a little better effect on her, and her whole body soon began writhing in time to his caresses.
He worked his hands around her torso and came up cradling her breasts from the sides, rubbing their tender buds to stiff bloom with his thumbs while he squeezed those firm tits. Soon she was loosened up enough to give the end of his hard-on a tiny kiss. Actually she simply puckered up her moist lips and applied them like a suction cup to the little hole at the end of his purplish-red cow-catcher.
And instead of really kissing it, she just sucked in softly. But it certainly had more than the desired effect on Tad. In fact, it sent his whole body trembling. That increased as Maxine took his long root firmly in hand, grasping it with all ten fingers at once and guiding its impressive length just one inch into her luscious red-lipped mouth.
Gingerly, but with such sweet force, she rolled her wide lips over the big, bulging head of his penis and began rocking her mouth back and forth around that tender tip, sucking on it like it was the last popsicle on earth.
Tad meanwhile was going mad with pleasure, his arms alternately flailing blindly at the air and trying to force Maxine's mouth down further along his hot, hard shaft. But as before, Maxine was in no big hurry. Instead, she withdrew the dick from her mouth, blowing a steady stream of air across its bow to cool it off for a while in a nice way.
Tad felt more than cooled off. He wasn't sure whether or not he liked this approach even better than the other one; and she was awfully good at both. Still grasping his pronger firmly with one hand, and cradling the hungry bag of his balls with the other in a way that drove him nuts, Maxine began to dart out her tongue for a series of quick raiding parties on the tip of his dick.
She would try to get the edge of her hot tongue to open up the tiny hole where his sperm came out of, perhaps in the hope of eliciting another tasty morsel of juice. Then she slid her hand down along the shaft (giving Tad more goosepimples) to make way for her mouth to follow.
But that was as far as she got right then. The next thing she heard after Tad moaned from her latest caress was a series of soft raps on the door of her room.
They were followed by her mother's voice.
CHAPTER NINE
"Hey kids!" came the pleasantly maternal voice of concern, "Come on! We're all waiting for you down at the pool. I know you've got a lot to talk over, but can't that wait until after we've all had a good look at you?"
Tad sighed nervously, his eyes glued to the catch on the door, which he finally decided wasn't turned forty-five degrees to the "lock" position, as he would have liked it to be. He was also annoyed at the perfunctory nature of the "appearance" they had to put in together at the family poolside.
God knows how many relatives, long unheard from in their gouty retreats in Westchester and Connecticut, had already been phoned and were on their way to join in the big reunion celebration.
Maxine swallowed hard, remembering that she had failed to lock the bedroom door. She knew that her mother wasn't the type to come bursting in on people, but the fear of a possible accident sent a chill of guilt through her body, and she backed away from her brother nervously.
His now idle cock dangled mock-menacingly in the air before her disconcerted face.
"Look, we might as well get it over with, or we won't have a second to ourselves until we do," Maxine reasoned logically to the disappointed Tad.
And the disappointment showed in his face, as well as in the aimless erection before him. Hastily he begged her to just touch him a few seconds longer and let him have a quick climax. For although he was capable of holding it off indefinitely almost, Tad, at his young age, could also ejaculate on the slightest of stimulations once he set his mind to it.
Maxie sympathetically took the wandering warhead between her lips again, still only inviting the first inch to enter the portals of her lush mouth.
She gave it a series of whirlwind licks and sucks with a kind of savage fury in her eyes, like someone taking the last bite out of a deliciously prepared steak before being dragged away from the table by urgent business. But it was not enough to give the surprised Tad a chance to empty his balls as he wanted to.
He hated to stop without getting his rocks off, especially when he could feel it so close, but he had no choice now. His sister was already up off the floor and rapidly pulling on the top of her slim white bikini. Turning her back on her lingering brother for a minute, she zipped off her lace undies-just long enough for Tad to get a morally devastating eyeful of his sister's unbelievably big yet firm tan buttocks.
His cock, which had beginning to slacken, immediately raced to full size again, and jerked upwards between his thighs at the sight of those luscious twin buns. Whoooie! he could really go for that ass!
But the vision was only to last for a few all-too-fleeting seconds. In a flash she was pulling the incredibly thin strip of her white bikini bottoms up along her slim legs and snapping the elastic into place around her can. It certainly didn't succeed in hiding such of her overwhelming anatomy, but it did take some of the edge off of his intense excitement.
On the other hand, Tad liked the way the narrow band of embroidered white material cut into Maxine's thighs, showing that there was still enough meat on those long, lean gams to sink your teeth into. And it would also leave room for plenty of underwater hi-jinx in the fancy pool.
When they got out to where the family was gathered by the gleaming poolside, Tad not having once taken his lusting eyes off the gaily swinging, fleshy butt of his succulent sister, Ruby was already there. Lying full length in a yellow and white striped chaise lounge, she looked great in a flame-red bikini, so sheer and flimsy that it looked more like underwear than a bathing suit. The color matched the color of her hair, and contrasted nicely with her rather pale, stately body.
Maxine noticed with cynicism not only her brother's goggle-eyed gaze at Ruby, who arched a perfectly formed knee in the air for his benefit, but also the way her father, Jerry Bromide, had already taken up a spot as close as possible to the attractive redhead, and was feeding her drinks.
Mrs. Bromide was so busy fussing over the kids, that she didn't seem to notice.
"Say, you kids both look real great. Maxine, I can see that you've been getting a lot of sun, even in the city. So tell us now, what have you been doing? How are you getting along?"
Maxine could tell it was going to be a long afternoon if she didn't do something soon. Thinking fast, she suggested to her mother that go fix something in the kitchen, leaving Ruby to her Dad, while they dragged Tad along with them.
Mr. Bromide leaned over and passed Ruby another Black Russian, giving her a searching look.
"You know, Ruby, you've really got me fascinated now. Please keep going about touch therapy and all that." His tone was at once sincere and clinical.
"Well," she began, "there really isn't that much to say, Jerry. It's all about doing, as you probably realize by now." Her tone of voice was slightly less clinical, and Jerry easily read even more into it than he was supposed to. He often complained that his wife never gave him exactly what he wanted, and his often suppressed urges festered nasty boils of filth in his subconscious.
And sitting next to Ruby's lush, reclining figure after guzzling a few drinks didn't help much either. His skin was boiling at the sight of her big tits swelling up and out of her flimsy red bikini, as if they'd be sure to pop out right in front of his eyes if she stood up too fast.
He had always had certain "socially unacceptable" thoughts and impulses about his own daughter Maxine. But he had always savagely beaten them beneath the surface. Her friend, however, was different. Nothing could keep him from wanting to feel her body, stripped naked and lying next to him between fresh sheets at night. Already he was formulating plans to have his daughter and her guest stay for as long as possible.
Also, she was a lot sloppier than Maxine, and he liked that in a way, because it made it easier for him to think about her in a sleazy way. For instance, the way the bottoms of her bathing suit were fixed to her body failed to conceal all of her bright burnt sienna pubic hair.
Jerry tried to keep his gaze up off her pussy, but he couldn't stop himself from straying down there every few seconds. It was as much of a reflex action as blinking. Not that Ruby seemed to mind at all. In fact, it made her very conscious of her whole body as she lay there in front of the man.
He also liked to stare at her tits, barely supported by the sheer material of her bikini, through which he could see the enraging out-thrust pinnacles of her bulging aureoles and semi-stiff nipples. Knowing that they would look even better in a wet suit, he blithely suggested that they take a dip.
Ruby couldn't see anything wrong with that idea, and, yawning and stretching first, she got up. Neither of her big balloons actually fell out of their shelter as Jerry had hoped, but the way they bounced around in there gave him a jolt in the groin that he wouldn't soon forget.
He could tell that if he didn't get a piece of this ass, he was going to have a long night of jerking off ahead of him. He silently cursed and swore in his mind in his most obscene vein. It somehow seemed unbearable that any cunt could be that desirable and not instantly agree to ball him.
Of course, he hadn't asked her yet, but he could tell she. was the bitchy type. Not that he didn't like that type either-once they were between the sheets and he had his wang deep inside either her cunt, mouth or asshole. But all too often they were the hardest ones to get in that situation.
He even felt like beating his meat underwater as they swam around the pool. Of course with the bright sunlight and the lights under the water, it would be pretty difficult to go undetected. But then, what the hell? There was no one else around to see but that immorally attired cunt, Ruby.
What did he care if she didn't like it? That would turn him on even more. And what was she gonna do, tell his wife? But, then again, if she meant all that jazz about touch therapy, maybe he should take her up on it. He didn't have anything to lose, and a couple of big ones to gain.
"Hey Mr. Bromide, you're a real good swimmer, you know that?" she cried enthusiastically from across the glistening pool. "How are you underwater?"
"Try me, honey!" was his bold reply. Ruby smiled compliantly and swiftly disappeared below the surface. Shit he thought, this is it! Here's where we find out what she's made of, as they say in the music business.
And Jerry was very involved in the recording industry, acting as A&R man for Impulsive Records.
So much for his career.
Opening his eyes underwater as he had trained them to do over the last few years, he caught sight of that lovely red demon streaking towards him. Her limp red bikini hung down beneath her as she swam, the majority of her big firm knobs exposing their pale round form to the eager A&R man, who was more than prepared to cut a few numbers this morning.
Pulling up right in front of him, she laughed and let out a pretty mouthful of bubbles. Her sweet lips curved back into a deep smile as she pointed to the surface.
"Whew! That was great!" she exclaimed as they broke water together.
Jerry smiled broadly like a happy ape.
"How about trying some underwater relaxation exercises together?" she suggested.
His smile widened until she thought his face would crack under the pressure. Undaunted, she went on.
"You know, water has such wonderful healing qualities, Jerry." There was no doubting her sincerity, in any event. That look of tutorial enthusiasm in her eyes was genuine.
"I've often heard that," he conceded.
"As you probably also know, the Greeks considered it to be the source of all life."
"Yeah, I remember that. The theory of hydro-zoology or something isn't it?"
Jerry pretended to be fluent in the field even though he had just happened to have read that bit of information in a chance copy of "Popular Philosophy" that he was skimming through in the dentist's office the other day.
"By allowing our bodies to float together in underwater suspension, we permit the vital exchange of life energies to take place. This has a rejuvenating effect on the cells of the body and on the brain tissue as well."
"Really? You get all that just from skinny-dippin' together?" Jerry's tone of voice gave ' away some of his appealingly straightforward vulgarity-a trademark of his personality.
"I hate to disappoint you, Mr. Bromide, but we'll be able to get the full effect with our clothes on, if you don't mind." She sounded sweetly conciliatory. But just watching her talk about it gave old Bromide a belt in the balls. And somehow, she didn't seem quite so in earnest this time.
"If you're afraid of my wife," Jerry threw in with a cinematic glance over his shoulder towards the kitchen, "don't be. She's very broad-minded, if you know what I mean."
"Not exactly," she sighed.
"What I mean to say, and no offense, but she'd like to get into your pants as much as I would."
He paused for a moment as their eyes met across the still rippling waters of the chlorinated pool, and he tried to scan her reaction. For one thing, she seemed to get turned on by his open admission, instead of revolted the way a lot of women would react. That made him think that maybe there was something to the ridiculous bullshit she'd been spouting at him like some kind of Harvard grad or something, for the past half hour.
He was certainly willing enough to go through the warm-ups with her, as long as it meant swimming around next to and maybe holding hands or God knows what else while they went through all the hocus-pocus.
"If your wife's a lesbian, Mr. Bromide, I may be able to help her."
Jerry's chin sagged noticeably at Ruby's confident rejoinder, and he tried to hide a feeling of shock.
"You know, that doesn't mean that I feel that way myself," she threw in quickly when she had sized up his paranoid reaction. "But I sympathize with their plight."
The old Bromide rubbed his grizzled chin and thought a minute. Then he fired.
"Somehow I get the feeling my daughter's a little more sympathetic than I'd like her to be."
Ruby had a lot of trouble keeping a fierce smile in as she remembered their fling in the motel bathroom. Such is life, she thought, and went on smiling. But to Mr. Bromide, the problem was very real.
"After all," he explained, a twinge of sadness in his voice, "I had always kind of hoped, you know, the way fathers have of hoping. Well, I hoped that my daughter would one day look on me in a special kind of way, do you follow me, Ruby?" There was a trace of desperation in his voice that got through even Ruby's elaborate big city defenses.
"Sure, I follow you, old fellow. I think you should know that that's a very natural feeling, and you shouldn't have any guilt about it."
"Guilt? How do you think I'm gonna get a hard-on without any guilt feelings?" This time he sounded very matter-of-fact as he spoke.
"It's just that, well, it's time for our relaxation exercises, Jerry. Now just lean up against my back, and then we'll descend into the water together. Remember to take a deep breath before we go under."
That sounded great to him. Flexing his muscles a few times in preparation (he used to be captain of the football and lacrosse teams back at Fairborn High, after all) he propped his sinewy back up against Ruby's. The initial feeling was sensational, and had Jerry rearing for more.
He could feel each and every bone and velvety tendon on the surface of her bare back, except where the thin round band of her bikini top cut across. But best of all, his ass was up against the big, firm moons of her own high-flung buttocks, which she carelessly twitched against his.
That was really the end. He could have creamed in his pants when he felt those two heavenly peaks of massed flesh gently and innocently massage his own tightly packed rear. Her sweet rump stuck out through her almost nonexistent bottoms like an erection through wet tissue paper.
And the way she moved it around was driving him up the wall.
Shit! Piss! Damn! This was going to be fun, he thought to himself as they slowly sank beneath the surface, back to back, and she placed a hand on each of his hips, urging him to do likewise. Her thin young hands felt cool and stimulating on his well-muscled flesh.
Her hips in turn felt thin and bony, a perfect cradle to rock someone in. The skin that covered them was bumpy with goosepimples. Squeezing his thumb and forefinger together slightly though, he could tell that there was plenty of meat there in case anybody needed it.
"Please, no pinching," she implored sweetly just before her head disappeared below the water.