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 Student Housing An Erotic Story by Paige Turner

   I was twenty four that year, a freshman going to school on the GI bill,
living in one of four rooms that the guy that owned the dress shop below
rented out to students.  It was walking distance from college and I didn't
have a lot of spare money for things like buses or rent.  Being on a
quarterly system, all of my government money was eaten up by text books,
lab fees and tuition.

   I'm not the smartest guy in the world and I was starting school late
because of a bit of hell that my Uncle Sam had treated me to.  I'd gotten
into some trouble in school and the judge had said two years, either in
jail or the Army.  I should have taken the jail.  Cracking the books and
working my tail off studying.  I wanted to get through college as fast as I
could and make some serious money.  I might not be the smartest guy in the
world, but I do know how to work.  Being a big, dumb farm kid, I knew that
I sure didn't want to end up like my father, a hired farm hand, living in
someone else house, working for 'food and gas money,' as my sister had put
it.

   Sylvia had gone to business school straight out of high school and gone
back home to be a secretary for the President of the local bank.  She'd
send me a few bucks now and then, but she had just bought a house and was
pretty strapped for cash.  It felt funny to me, taking cash from my younger
sister.  But she'd put it in a way that I couldn't refuse.

   "Consider it a 3% loan."

   In the beginning of the first part of my third semester in Student
Storage, the girl that lived next door to me, a shy mousy type had fallen
in love with a guy and moved out.  There was another guy and another girl
living there with me, and the girl, Sheila, made us promise that we would
get another 'woman.' She was into 'women's liberation,' which was big back
then.  Before you get the idea that she was some man hating lesbian psycho
weirdo from hell, let me tell you that she was about five ten, with a
really excellent body.  We would hang out together and I agreed with the
points she made.  We didn't hang out much, as many of her sisters were
pretty strident and when her friends were over, the vibes were pretty
intense.  I always made sure to stay clear of the communal kitchen when
they were there.  But when it was just us around, we had a fairly nice, low
key friendship going.  It was the early seventies and we'd slept together
once or twice.

   Ned, on the other hand, wasn't going to ever be my pal.  He had always
had his mom picking up for him and was busy fucking his way out of college.
Having another woman roommate really turned his gears.

   Actually, Sheila and I wanted another woman because it would make the
house more livable if we didn't have to put up with haranguing Ned to pick
up his own messes.  Finding a new roommate was a priority for me.  I
couldn't afford the rent increase if we had to limp by with only three
roommates.

   A week went by and we had no nibbles.  Hell, it was the middle of
February and who moves then?  We'd interviewed two people, one certifiably
crazy and the other who was a drummer in a rock band.  Uh huh.  We'd taken
up posting notices on student bulletin boards.

   I came home from a late evening class and found Sheila and a drop dead
gorgeous blonde talking in the kitchen, which was the only socializing room
in the flat.  It reminded me of a farm kitchen and what social life we had
was mainly lived out there.  Coming in the back, you'd pass through it.  I
just said 'hi' and walked on back to my room.

   A while later, Sheila knocked on the door and came in.  "Guess what, I
thinks she's going to be our new roommate."

   "Oh?"

   "That is if she passes the Ned test."

   "Shit.  Well, she's out."

   "Maybe, maybe not."

   Well, she caught Ned at a good time, when he'd just staged one of those
eight hour fuck-a-thons of his and was too hosed out to give her a true
impression of his usual horny, on-the-make, self.  Sheila's Lib friends had
almost castrated him one afternoon, after a particularly sexist remark:
Maybe he was just afraid.

   The weirdest thing is that I hadn't even exchanged one sentence with
this girl, but she had this Barbie Doll prettiness, this bland faced beauty
that intimidated me.  She was a pert titted, bubble butted blonde.  Pick up
any men's magazine and you'll see her.

   She moved in on a Monday, and it was Friday night before I heard a word
out of her.  At first I didn't know who it was, this unfamiliar voice.  I
heard a man's voice say something, then the lock on the room next door to
mine opened and the voices got a little louder.

   Great, I thought.  I just get to sleep.  I had been working late on a
paper and really didn't need this.  Once I'm awake, I have a hard time
falling back to sleep.  Too many nights when I had to stay awake on guard
duty.  Now I'd be getting a few hours of grunts and moans.  Sometimes the
sound of someone getting it on is really sexy, and I had enjoyed listening
to the mousy librarian and her boyfriend going at it.  She'd say the
dirtiest things when they were fucking.  I'd engineered a few orgasms of my
own listening to them.  When I woke up, this time I was just irritated.

   Anyway, for the next forty minutes, I'm treated to the sound of the guy
getting off three times.  Then he got dressed and left.  For a while, I'd
gotten horny listening to the huffing and puffing, but it had gotten boring
and I was grateful when he left.  Evidently, she wasn't into inventive
phrases and vocalizations.

   The next morning was the first time that I actually talked to her.  She
was sitting at the kitchen table in her bathrobe and smoking a cigarette
with her coffee.

   "Morning." I said as I poured a cup from the pot.  Someone had given the
house a box of coffee for Christmas and that was one thing that made life
somewhat easier in the house.  Even though it was 11 o'clock, both of us
were just getting started.

   "Oh.  Good morning."

   "Get drunk out last night?"

   "Just a bit."

   "I'm Jay."

   "I'm Candy."

   "Pardon?"

   "Candy.  It's short for Candice."

   "Oh." I'd never meet a girl with a name like Candy before.  A dozen
really lame first lines came to me, but I at least had sense enough to keep
my mouth shut.  "It's unusual."

   "Yeah." I had the feeling that I should quite while I was still ahead,
so I took my self and my coffee back to my room.

   Years after this, Mike Myers had this line 'we are not worthy!' Up until
that time, I had been going through this thing about my new neighbor, but
her having a lightweight name like Candy.  It helped to get it a bit under
control.

   Next night, she didn't come in until really late, so the next time I saw
her was Monday, I was coming in and she was going out.  She was wearing a
white coat and pulling on a white, furry knit cap, with a pom-pom on top.
It was so square, so whole some and clean cut.  A perfect suburban girl, I
thought.

   At this time, I was learning all I could about the advertising game. 
How to do market surveys, taking writing classes for copy writers.  I was
into the well turned phrase.  How would you like to take a sip of my sweet
little lemonade cunt?  I mean, this was 1972, for Christ sake.  What the
hell was she doing, dressing like that?  She looked like she would be some
frat rats sweetie from the 1950's!

   Well, little by little, I got used to having her around.  We would talk
about inconsequential things when we ran into each other in the house. 
She'd taken a year off from school because her mother had been ill, which
was why she was coming back in February.  She got to be less of this mystic
goddess and more human.

   After a while, I got used to her patterns.  She'd bring guys home from
the bars, fuck them, they'd usually leave before morning.  I meet a few of
them in the kitchen.  Two dumbfounded with their luck and a smirky, look
what I screwed!  None of them impressed me and I wondered what she saw in
them.

   One night, I think it was a Saturday; she did her usual 'could you
leave, my mom's coming over in the morning and, you know...' This ploy
didn't seem to cut much ice with Mr.  One More Please???  She wound up
fucking him again before she could get him to leave.

   I was reading something or other, wide awake and not really trying to
overhear what they were talking about.  After he left, about ten minutes or
so, I heard some noise from her room, kind of a gasping.  I listened for a
minute, thought that maybe she was masturbating or something, then finally
figured out that she was crying.  This went on for maybe fifteen minutes,
start to finish.  I thought about going over and knocking on her door, but
then she'd know that I could hear her through the wall.  So I didn't.

   In March, I had a photo assignment for a figure study or portraiture,
using one of the large format cameras.  I had jokingly asked Sheila to pose
for me, thinking that she would turn me down, but she had agreed to pose
nude for me.  Being in a large class, we had to sign up for the camera
weeks ahead of time and my day with the Linhoff came while she was having a
ferocious cold.

   Being a pal, I had made her lots of chicken noodle soup and toast, which
she'd eat in the kitchen with a quilt around her shoulders and the oven
going behind her.  She saw the camera in the corner where I'd left it when
I'd come home from school.

   "Oh, today was the day I was going to pose for you." She said
disinterestedly, fishing for the pocket of the robe for a wad of damp
Kleenex.

   "It's okay." I passed her a napkin.  Her nose looked like it was about
to start dripping into her soup.

   "Thanks.  Why don't you ask Candy?  She'd probably go for it."

   "I wouldn't have the guts to ask her.  Would you ask her for me?"

   "Okay."

   Well, I washed up the stuff from her lunch and went back to my room. 
There was a paper I had to hand in that after noon and I needed to finish
typing it.

   There was a light knock on my door, one that I didn't recognize and I
got up and opened up the door.  There was Candy, looking like Miss Iowa
State Fair.

   "I heard that you need someone to pose for you."

   "Uh, yeah," I admitted.  "Come on in."

   She looked around my little cave.  It had a student loft bed, a couch
under that, my desk covered with papers, my record collection, turn table,
headphones and amp, books, a chair, a dresser and the rest of my worldly
goods.

   "Let me clear off a spot," I said as I gathered up books from one end of
the couch.  "Have a seat."

   "Thanks."

   "You ever done any modeling before?" I asked, trying to establish a
business like matter of factness.

   "No."

   "Well, I have an assignment due next week for a figure study.  Are you
okay with that?"

   "What would I have to do?"

   How do I tell little Miss Sunday School to take off her clothes?  I
thought.

   "Well, what I was going to do with Sheila was have her posing on the
stool in the kitchen.  I was going to hang a paper back drop behind her. 
It's simple really."

   "What color paper?" Candy asked, seeming pretty off the wall.

   "Uh?  White."

   "Can we use a black piece?  I think it would go better with my costume."

   "Costume?"

   "Yeah.  I got a costume I want to wear."

   "Didn't Sheila tell you that this was a nude study?"

   "You mean, you want to take pictures of my nipples and pubic hair?" I
was pretty off balance.

   "Uh, yeah."

   "That's okay.  But I want to wear my costume."

   "Uh, Candy?  How are you going to be nude and wear a costume?"

   "Come on, I'll show you."

   We went next door to her room.  She had the obligatory teddy bear, which
I would have bet on, buther room was painted flat black, a remnant from a
long gone roommate I'd never meet.  She opened her closet and started to
reach in side, then stopped and turned to me, giving me a speculative look.
I looked as trustworthy as I could.

   She pulled out a garment bag and tossed it on her made bed.  She
unzipped it and hauled out something that I couldn't figure out.

   "What is it?"

   "It's my costume."

   It was a long strip of black leather, with these strings.  As I looked
closer at it, I could see the leather formed a pattern.  There were chrome
rings attached to the leather.

   "How does it fit?"

   "You lace it up." She put it in front of herself.  Oh.  The leather went
between her tits, over her shoulders.

   "Okay." Yeah, this was going to work.  Down, boy!  "I'll go get some
black paper."

   Twelve bucks lighter, I was soon moving furniture in the kitchen.  I
thumb tacked up the seamless back drop and positioned the lights.  I was
setting up the camera when she came in.

   "How's this look?" she asked.

   I looked over at her and almost dropped the lens board.  She had on a
pair of black pirate boots that had heels, soft kid leather that hung down
on her shapely calves.  She had fantastic legs, and the leather and laces
costume she was wearing was right out of some leather freaks fantasy.  I
couldn't believe it was her.

   She turned around for me, letting me see how the leather strips formed a
front and a back to it.  The laces were tight enough so that they sunk into
her flesh, which probably kept them from falling off her tits.

   "Wow!" I said.  She smiled, pleased that I liked it.

   "Thanks.  When Sheila told me about what you wanted to do, I just had to
wear it."

   "Where did you get something like that?" I resumed putting the camera
together.

   "A friend of mine's a seamstress.  She made it for this woman whose
boyfriend wanted her to dress up in it.  She broke up with him and never
picked up the costume.  I told her I knew someone who would love it and she
gave it to me."

   This was the early seventies and bondage wasn't something that you ran
across every day.  Years later, I would see the Vanessa Williams photos in
Penthouse.  You know the ones that cost her the Miss America crown?  I
would instantly think of Candy when I saw those photos.  "Well, it's sure a
hot costume." I concentrated on the camera.  If I looked at her, I would
loose whatever concentration I had.  "I'll be ready in a minute."

   "Okay," she said casually.  She went over to the refrigerator and got
out the milk and poured a glass.  I checked out her ass when she bent to
get the milk out.  Down, boy!  I was glad for that glass of milk.  Drinking
it, she didn't quite look so much the Leather Sex Queen.  She asked
questions about what I was doing and as I answered them, I was able to get
myself into a less lecherous space.

   Working a big camera isn't complicated, but it was unfamiliar gear to me
and I had to keep referring to the manual to make sure that I had it set up
right.  She would be quiet while I was working on getting the gear
assembled.  Then ask me something else when she saw I wasn't having to
concentrate.

   During the final part, when she was standing in front of the drop while
I was adjusting the lights, I was calm enough to casually ask her about why
she chose it.

   She said that as soon as her friend had shown it to her, she had wanted
it.  She said that she couldn't explain why, but it was something she just
had to have.  It gave her feelings when she looked at it and when Sheila
had asked her if she would fill in for her, she had instantly thought of
putting on that costume.

   "Now I'm going to get to find out what I look like in it."

   "But in black and white."

   "That was part of my fantasy, too.  Sort of Marlene Dietrich."

   "You really need a top hat."

   "I have a mask that goes with it.  Should I get that out, too?"

   "If you want."

   She was out of the room like a shot and back just as quick.  She tried
it on for me, but she didn't look right in it.  It had been made for
someone with a smaller hat size than hers.  She was philosophical about it.
"Oh, well."

   I put the first film in.  "You ready?"

   "Yes.  What do you want me to do?"

   "Whatever your comfortable with." Somehow, I didn't think that she would
have as much nerve as a costume like that called for.  She gave me a
thoughtful look over the top of the camera.

   "I want these to be sexy."

   "Go for it."

   She took a pose, one hip cocked, looking challenging at me through the
lens.  She had one arm hanging down, thumb hooked over the last set of
laces, as if she had her thumb hooked into the pocket of her jeans.  "How's
this?" I focused on the glass screen, then slid the film carrier in.

   I came out from under the curtain.  "Looks good.  You're in focus. 
Ready?"

   She looked even more challengingly at the lens, then turned slightly and
took her fingers and opened up her pussy.  "Take it."

   I clicked the release and swiftly pulled and flipped the plate,
conscious that she was checking me out for my reaction.  "Fantastic." I
said.

   That first shot seemed to have been some kind of 'how raunchy can I get
test?' for me.  She did a another pose, this one a hands behind the back,
pin up sort of shot.  I moved the camera in closer and refocused so that it
was just her torso and that costume.  I took a light reading, shifted a
light slightly, told her to turn a bit, took the shot.  "Sorry that it
takes so long, but I want these to look good."

   "Me, too."

   She wanted my opinion on which of the two poses that she had in mind
next.  So I looked through the glass and both of them were somewhat blah
and I told her so.  Somehow, I knew that she was loosing her courage for
posing.  It was hot under the lights and when I told her that neither of
the poses that she wanted were good, she lost heart.  I could sense it,
maybe from her body language.  Suddenly she was self conscious.

   "You know, I keep thinking about Dietrich.  Let's try something with the
stool."

   It seemed to work.  Having a prop to give her something to relate to.  I
started her out on it, then leaning on it with an elbow, then had her stand
on tip toe and put one leg on it.

   "I want to try something sexy."

   "Sure."

   She pulled her pussy open again, one leg up on the chair.  "Take it."

   "Wow, that looks hot!" I encouraged her.

   She looked down at my pants for a split second.  I was pretty hard and
she could see that.  She smiled slightly.  "How much film do you have
left?"

   "Three shots."

   "Okay.  Want to take a picture of my pussy?"

   "Yeah."

   She sat up on the stool and opened her legs.  It didn't work, her legs
kept too much from showing.  I took it anyway.

   She stood up and turned and bent over the stool, resting on her belly.
"Can you see good?" Jesus!  Could I see good!  I could damn near see her
tonsils!  I moved a light a little.  "You look fantastic."

   Looking through the camera, I coached her to move a little.  I couldn't
believe what I was seeing and I was hard as a rock.

   There was her ass, bent over the chair, her face looking back at me, the
sweet open peach of her vagina shining wetly at me, the little brown pucker
of her anus.  I was in shock, but I took the picture.

   "Hey, can I ask you to do something?" There was a split second of
hesitation.

   "What?"

   "Can you put one leg up on one of the rungs, then reach under and touch
yourself?"

   No sooner had I asked and one finger was plunging into her pussy, then
two fingers.  "Like this?"

   "Yeah, now draw them out and open yourself up."

   She drew the fingers down on either side of her clit.  Right at the top,
when her clitoral hood was drawn back, was when I took the picture.

   "Wow!"

   That was the last of the film and I pulled the negative carrier and put
it in the bag.  She stood up and stretched, a hands behind the neck, then
over the head.  I needed a second to catch my breath, so I went over to the
coffee pot and poured a cup.  "Want one?" I asked.

   "Yeah."

   We were done with the photo floodlights, so I reached over and turned
them off.  It was like turning reality back on.

   She'd brought a robe with her and slipped into it, then took the coffee
cup out of my hands.

   "Thanks." She said.

   "No, thank you for posing for me."

   "That's what I meant.  For letting me act out my fantasy."

   Then she strolled out to get dressed.

   I know, your thinking that I should have nailed her while she was bent
over the stool.  Believe me, I was thinking about it way before you were.
Having that split pudenda staring at me through the view finder.  My pant
leg had a wet spot on it big as a coffee cup.  But I didn't.  I didn't even
try.

   That night, one of Sheila's friends dropped in to see how she was doing
and picked up on my vibes.  We'd done a one night stand last fall, after a
conversation about giving head.  Liberated means being free and a lot of
Sheila's Sisters, as I mentally called them, lived up to what they were
trying to do.

   I guess that I was just what she was looking for that night, because we
were back in my room and going at it furiously for hours.  When we'd
started out, she'd been a little hesitant about how forcefully I was coming
on, but then she'd gotten in the mood I was in and we clawed and chewed our
way to one screaming, moaning orgasm after another.  I did my share of the
moaning and screaming.

   Ah, to be twenty anything again!

   About four am, when we were dozing off, she nuzzled my ear.  "Jay?"

   "Mmmn?"

   "I don't know where you were part of the night, but the sex was great."
She sucked my earlobe gently.

   "Mmmn.  Thanks."



   Of course, things were different between Candy and I after that.  It was
like we had shared a one night stand and I got behind the facade of her
public face and we loosened up with each other.

   Sheila got over her cold and I showed her my photos of our roommate.  I
wanted to get her reaction to them.

   It was kind of odd, how that worked out.  She was quite put off by them,
calling them insulting to women.  I'd hit one of her political buttons and
it took her a while to get over her 'sexist exploitation of women' rap.

   "Hey!  I agree with you!  But they were Candy's idea, not mine!  Ask
her!"

   That gave her pause.  "They were her idea?"

   "Yeah!  I swear!  She came up with these poses all on her own!" Sheila
didn't quite know what to think about that.  I could see that she was going
to be giving Candy some 'consciousness raising' in the near future if I
didn't head her off.  "Listen, I'm not even sure that I should be showing
these to you, it feels kind of like I'm invading her privacy.  Y'know?"

   "Then why are you showing them to me?"

   "Because I'm not sure what it means."

   "What it means?"

   "Yeah.  I mean, it was odd.  I mean, she was really turned on, look, you
can see it.."

   "I can see when a woman's turned on!"

   "Yeah.  Well, should I have made a pass at her?  Was she coming onto me?
How should I handle this?"

   She looked at me, shook her head and mumbled, "Men," and walked out of
my room.



   Well, I gave Candy the blow ups of her poses about an hour later,
wishing that I had the money to give them to her framed, but student
poverty and all that.  She thanked me when I gave them to her.  The best I
could do was wrap them in white paper.  I wondered what she'd do with the
pictures.  At sixteen by twenty, they would have covered almost all of the
walls in her room.

   The next time I saw her, she blushed when she saw me, but I just smiled
at her and ignored her embarrassment.  She didn't change her public
persona, but I knew about her secret boldness and found myself wondering
about people's secret lives.  The mousy library science major that had
lived in her room had seemed like a kid to me, but listening through the
wall, I knew that she had a very powerful sex drive and seemed to be the
most orgasmic woman that I had ever heard making love.  Candy looked like a
sex goddess, but listening to her, I had the feeling that she wasn't
getting a much out of her love life as the mousy librarian had.  Books by
their covers and all that.

   So why had she done that?  Dressed up in that sexy costume and posed
like that?  It worried at my mind, but it was something that I sensed that
I couldn't get an answer to if I had asked her about it.

   The private side of her life remained (except for my aural voyeurism,)
her own affair until spring.

   I had a couple of things happen about this time that I hadn't planned
on.

   The first was that Sheila had asked me if I would take the pictures of
her nude that we were going to take when Candy filled in.  It wasn't too
hard to get the Linhoff, but I had to confess to her that I didn't have the
money for the film sheets.  The pictures of Candy had started a stream of
thoughts in her mind about freedom and being free enough to pose sexily
like that triggered something in Sheila.

   She mentioned to Candy that she was going to pose for me and that night
Candy had rapped on my door and asked if I would take some more pictures of
her while I had the camera?  I told her about my fiscal woes and she told
me that she would be able to buy the negative stock.  It was an ego boost,
having two women pay me to take their pictures nude.  I told her when I
would have the camera and we agreed on a time that we would be able to get
it done.  I think it was a week or so away, but my memory has grown hazy
over time.

   During that time, I got a call from my sister, who said that she needed
to come and see me.  I could tell that there was something happening to
her, but I was standing in the kitchen in the middle of a bunch of women
who were having a consciousness raising group and I couldn't talk to her
privately.  I told her how to get from the freeway to my house and told her
I loved her, then got off the phone.

   That night, the same woman who had balled my brains out the night that I
had taken the pictures of Candy warmed my bed again.  It wasn't the same
ferocious lovemaking, but it was nice.  She told me that she and Sheila had
talked about the posing that she was going to be doing and we talked about
it.  She wormed out of me the reason for the maniac fucking the Candy shoot
had inspired me to the last time.  She told me that she could understand
that.  The thought of posing naked was pretty exciting to her.  She asked
if I was going to be fucking Sheila after the shoot?  I said that I was
hoping to, but I would play it by ear.  She told me that Sheila had talked
about it with her.  I don't know if my ears grew points, but I couldn't
weasel out of her what Sheila wanted.  I took it to mean that she wouldn't
just shoot me down out of hand.  We got into a silly game, where I tried to
'get her to talk.' We did a lot of corny late night bad lines, but the best
was my Snidely Whiplash voice saying 'Ve have vays of fucking it out of
you!' And she saying, in a May West growl, "Fuck it into me, honey." She
was funny in bed, which is something that you wouldn't think that a
dedicated womans liberationist would be.  In the middle of all this
nonsense, I took too long a stroke and she said, "I said into me, damn it!"


   The next morning, I got up and made the coffee while she was still in
bed.  I was preparing a tray to bring her morning coffee when Candy got up.
She gave me an odd glance on the way into the john, but I was in a great
mood and didn't pay her much attention.

   She came out and asked if she could have a cup of coffee when it was
done perking.  She leaned against the doorway and waited, watching me put
together a little morning love offering.  I was feeling really good about
the way the day was going.  After all, I had the feeling that I stood half
a chance or more of getting into Sheila's panties after the shoot and was
in a very buoyant space.  There were a lot worse ways of starting the day.
Plus my lover wasn't a damn bit jealous and I was digging on how
sophisticated it all was.

   Hey.  Hugh Hefner was my spiritual mentor, Cary Grant my role model. 
Talking to a woman your deep in, while talking about your next lover with,
that seemed pretty sophisticated to me.  Speaking of my nights lover,
(whose name I confess I have forgotten,) chose that moment to walk into the
room.  She was stark naked, having forgotten that we were not the only ones
in the house or having thought that we would be the only ones up at that
hour.  "Excuse me." She turned around and went back to my room and pulled
on a sweater.  Candy blushed and wouldn't meet my eyes.  I instantly knew
that she had heard every moan and groan.  I wondered if she had heard all
the silly conversation.

   I didn't say anything, just turned down the heat on the percolator and
gave it a moment to settle.

   My Lithe Little Libber came out of the john.  With the long sweater on,
she looked more dressed than either Candy or I in our bath robes.  She'd
even brushed her short black hair.  "Hi.  Sorry to just come prancing out
like that.  I thought we were all alone."

   "It's okay.  You didn't have to get dressed."

   I introduced them in a casual way.  They were looking at each other
curiously.

   "Here's your coffee." I passed Candy a cup, having put a shot of
condensed milk into it for her, the way she liked it.  I put the pot on the
tray and picked it up, "Catch you later."

   I had a morning quickie, taking my Funny Little Libber into it by saying
how much she'd be protecting her sister.  'But what if I just can't control
myself?  You wouldn't want that on your hands.  When with just a little
thoughtfulness and compassion, you could have saved your sister from a fate
worse than death, would you?" Then, cad that I am, I had to run out and get
the camera from the school.

   I still had the seamless back drop and wanted to do something different
with Sheila.  I thought that we could do something against the big kitchen
windows without a drop, but wanted to get a white paper one just in case. I
got the set up done by the time that Sheila got home from a class.

   She had a wicker chair in her room and a few feathers that she played
with while I was shooting.  There was a sensuality to her that was much
different from Candy and my last nights stand.  I have one photo of her
brushing the nipple with a feather in close up and she is so taut, so ready
to burst that it seems almost more like fruit or berry.

   Well, I would like to say that I got laid, but it didn't happen that
way. It was just past that feather tip and nip photo that Ned came in.

   I could have killed him!  He was cutting a class that he was doing badly
in, while Sheila has just taken her hand off the inside of my thigh, having
been stroking it and my considerable erection and only letting it go to cup
her breast, pulling the swollen nipple towards her protruding tongue, her
eyes hypnotizing me.  She grabbed her robe and was out of the kitchen like
a shot the second she heard the sound of the key in the lock.

   Ned must have sensed something was up, because he hung around the house
the rest of the afternoon, coming into the kitchen every ten minutes or so.
I went and knocked on Sheila's door and when she poked her head out, we had
a whispered conversation.  She would put on this velvet dress and pose for
me, maybe he would leave when he saw it was just her.  Well, that didn't
work and that was that.  We went through the 'we're trying to work here,'
verses the 'yeah, well, I pay rent here too!' I finally started to strike
the camera and set up.  Having taken the girls money for the neg film and
all, I was feeling pretty hostile towards the prick: It had been a long
winter.

   My sister came in in the middle of all this yelling and screaming and I
could see at once that there was something big going on with her.  Her
arrival probably saved me from an ass kicking.  I was a vet, but all I had
done was maintain helicopters and he had fifty pounds on me.

   I gave her a hug and Sheila told Ned that he gave her the creeps.  She
picked up some of the camera gear and carried it into my bedroom.  I think
that she didn't trust him not to break it.

   I grabbed the rest of the cases and told my sister to grab something and
follow me.  The three of us soon had the gear and ourselves in my crowded
bedroom.

   Candy came in about that time and came into the bedroom.  Sheila and I
filled her in on what was going on with Ned.  I didn't know what to do.

   "You could use my room.  We could put the bed up against the wall and do
it that way." "Your room is smaller than mine."

   "But it's easier to move."

   She did have a point.  And there were four of us.  We put the camera
gear out in the hall, moved her boxes into my room and voila, we had an
empty wall and about ten feet of work space.

   Somewhere during all of this, I apologized to my sister about having to
ignore her while getting this circus organized.  She could hang out in my
room and kick back from the road.  There was coffee.  And a bottle of
something or other in my closet.  I knew something was bugging her and knew
that she didn't want to talk about it right then.

   You know why 'the show must go on?' The tickets are sold.  I couldn't
get the camera again before the end of the semester and there was no way I
could afford to give my roommates back their money for the non refundable
film stock.

   Of course, by this time, I think that the momentum had taken a turn for
the worst.  Working in such a closed in space as a black painted room that
had been closed up all day, plus the heat of the lights.  We were on top of
each other and it wasn't the same as in the kitchen and we both knew it. 
It wasn't real conductive to rekindling the sensual feeling that had been
going on before Ned walked in.

   We did a couple of shots and she came out and said what we were both
thinking.

   "This isn't working.  I'm sorry."

   "Yeah.  Me, too."

   "Not your fault."

   "What should I do with the rest of the film?"

   "Use it up on Candy." We both relaxed somewhat, knowing that it was out
in the open.  "She might feel comfortable in here." She put on her robe.

   "Can I ask you a favor?"

   "Yeah.  What?"

   "Can you keep my sister entertained for a while?"

   "Sure.  Well, until my three o'clock.  Is something bothering her?"

   "Yeah, but I don't know what." I explained about her phone call last
night and how I hadn't been able to get into it with her.  "What time is it
now?"

   "Twenty to two."

   "Well, maybe I can get this done in an hour.  We'll have to see how it
goes."

   "Okay."

   Candy had been sitting and talking with my sister while waiting for us
to get done with the shoot.  She looked somewhat pensive when she went back
to her room to get changed.  I talked with Joanie while Sheila got into her
clothes and the three of us struck up a conversation.  Candy knocked on the
wall and I excused myself.

   Candy had taken down the white back drop and had hung a big rope down to
the floor from a hook high on the wall.  She had gotten into a black vest
that made her look like some hairy bikers wet dream.  She was wearing torn
fishnet stockings and that was all.

   Jesus!  One minute your talking to your sister, the next . . . 
Ka-Boing!

   "Hi Candy.  You look great!" I said sincerely.

   She gave me a happy look, one that would have looked right at home on a
golden retriever.  "Well, how do you want to work this?" Besides the awe,
shock and arousal, I was still dealing with Candy, and for some reason, my
approval was important to her.

   "Well, I want to do some things with, you know, props."

   "The ropes a good touch.  And I see you got the stool again." A full
color shot of her spread out over that stool snapped into my mind.  "Good."

   "And I've got these." She pulled the scarf off of a tray of sex toys,
watching my face.  I gave the tray a 'shoot those, hmmn, maybe f 32 at a
500th,' professional look.  I turned to her.  Some of Sheila's advice came
into my mind.  'Bring it out in the open with her.  It's the best way to
establish trust.' "Okay.  It's kind of neat.  The way you're trusting me."
I turned to the camera and fiddled with it for a second.

   "You're welcome."

   "How do you want to start?"

   "I've got some pictures."

   She hauled out a file of pictures ripped from men's magazines mounted on
cardboard.  Some she had Xeroxed and drawn in hands and toys.  I looked
them over, bemused by this alternate persona.  The crude dot work of the
pulp magazines pulled my mind back into work mode.  Some of the drawings
showed hands and a woman tied up, hands over her head, while the anonymous
hands fondled the bound woman.

   "Wow, these are pretty hot." I said as casually as I could.

   "Think we can do them?" There was an excitement in her voice that came
through the casual tone she was trying to effect.

   "Yeah.  Uh.  What are we going to do about the ones here?" I flipped to
the ones that had the anonymous hands in them.

   "Uh.  Well, I was thinking that maybe you could help.  If you can take
the picture from over here?"

   "I think there's a long release cable in the camera bag." She wanted me
to tie her up and then put a dildoe up her cunt?  Hello?  Did I hear that
right?

   "This has really been a fantasy of mine."

   "Pretty powerful one." I said for something to say.  "You have a
preference for where we get started?  You've spent more time thinking about
this I have.  How do we work this?  What's the script?"

   "Well, I was thinking that I would like to start with my self with my
hands tied together over my head.  I've got a silk blindfold that I want to
wear and a gag."

   "How are you going to direct me if you have a gag in your mouth?" I
asked.

   "Take it off until we're ready to shoot." She suggested.  Yeah.  These
were only staged photos.  Get your mind out of the gutter.

   "All right.  Let's get you strung up."

   Well, that was a sorry effort.  We worked at it for about fifteen
minutes before we could come up with something that looked good, wrapped
around her forearms so that her hands were wrapped together.  It gave me
some time to get used to working close to her and working the problem of
artistic knot tying got me calmed down I pulled the rope tight on the
ceiling and asked her when she was comfortable.  I stood and pulled the
rope until she was stretched out in curves and arches, hanging by the rope.
I had tested the hook and it wasn't going to pull out.

   The tension that it put into her torso was extraordinary.  She was in
really great physical shape, which I hadn't noticed before.  The pulling
had given her muscles tone, plus the tension popped them up.  Looking at
her through the viewfinder as she folded her knees and stood on her toes,
yiminy!

   "We got to do this in color." I said the first thing that popped into my
mind.  "Turn left, no, other way, little more, There!  Think you can hold
it right there while I move lights?"

   "Yeah.  Is the rope in the picture?"

   "Yeah.  There's also a diagonal in the corner.  I can retie it so that
it doesn't show."

   "Okay." She pulled herself up easily in a kind of arm chin up.  She
wasn't a chunky muscle girl.  It was like her muscles melted into her skin
when she was relaxed.

   "You work out or something?"

   "Yeah.  I was on the gymnastics team."

   "No kidding?  Why didn't I know that?"

   "I thought I told you I was on the team?"

   "Guess I forgot."

   "Do I shock you?"

   "A little.  This is all new to me."

   "It's exciting, but kind of dirty, isn't it?"

   "Yeah." I moved another light, taking light readings, adjusting the set.
"I don't know how far you're going to go," I said.  "That didn't come out
right.  I just want to say, feel free to go as far as you want."

   "I will.  And thanks for being so cool about this.  I'm trusting you not
to show these around.  That's why the mask and gag.  I don't want to be
recognized."

   "Oh?"

   "Would you?"

   "No," I laughed.  "Not with Ned living here."

   She laughed.  "Listen.  I am going to marry a good, solid Republican
rich kid and live well.  The ones you've already taken could sink me
socially.  So I am already trusting you, aren't I?"

   "Yeah, see what you mean.  You want the negs?"

   "No, but I knew you'd say that."

   "Well, it's your life.  It's kind of funny.  I always had you pegged as
Miss Future Homemaker.  Now I got to fit that in with this heavy duty scene
you got here.  Mind if I ask you something?"

   "What, will I fuck you?"

   "No, that's not what I was going to ask.  But maybe it's what I should
ask."

   "I won't answer that question." She smiled at me.  "But I am not saying
exactly no."

   "You got guts.  I like that."

   "Why?"

   "I don't know if I would ever expose my fantasies out in the open like
this and have them photographed.  Well, maybe the one of me and the two
girls, just so I could show proof to my buddies." She laughed, which is
what I wanted her to do right then.

   "Well, let's hang out has a whole new meaning.  'Oh yeah, we used to
hang out together.'" She said with a laugh.

   "Gives 'well hung' a whole new meaning too."

   "We better stop.  I'm going to get the giggles."

   "There.  I think we're ready."

   "Really?"

   "Really." She looked down at my dick.

   "It was readier before."

   "Cut it out.  We're going to have to work fast.  We're going to lose my
sister's baby sitter at a quarter to three."

   "Okay.  I'll be good.  Give me a second." She closed her eyes and seemed
to meditate for a minute.  Then she straightened up and gave a shrug to her
back, unselfconsciously working out the kinks.  She grabbed the roped and
did a few pull ups, pumping her muscles.  Then she lowered herself into the
tip toe position that she had had before.  I directed her to where I wanted
her and she was in perfect focus.  I snapped in the neg carrier and clicked
the picture.

   It took some more juggling to get her into the next position, which was
the same, but from the side, her face hanging on her arms, a look of
intensity on her face.  I moved the camera and the lights and asked her
about how long she had been thinking about this particular set up.

   "A few years."

   "Okay.  Let's see how this looks." I ducked under the cloth, then moved
a light.  A final light meter reading, just to double check, adjust the
shutter speed.  "Okay.  Places everyone!" She grinned, still hanging in
that uncomfortable, muscle stretching position.

   "Don't forget the blindfold and gag."

   "Oh.  Okay." I fastened them onto her head and smoothed them out over
her eyes and mouth.  She looked right and I told her I was ready to take
the shot.  She was a good actress, melting into a 'in the throws of
ecstasy' posture.  "Ready?" she gave a sexy moan and I released the
shutter.

   Soon as the camera clicked, she got her feet under her and let go of the
loose end of the rope that she was holding tucked under her thumb.  A few
flips of the rope and she was free.  "You really got into that.  Good
take." I said.  She knew what I meant and grinned.  "Why don't you smile
much in real life?" I asked.  She kind of froze for a second.

   "Sometimes I think that there isn't much to smile about.  Besides, isn't
this real life, too?"

   "Yeah, well.  I'd say it's more make believe than real life."

   "Why?  Sometimes I feel like these fantasies are more real than my so
called real life.  That's why I want pictures of them."

   "I see." I said.  "Look, let me go get the longer cable.  Those are the
shots that are coming up next."

   "Okay." We smiled at each other, relaxing with each other.  She was on
her own trip and it included an anonymous hand fondling her, a hand that
was going to be mine.  But it was her trip and I was just the camera tech
and another prop and we were both getting comfortable with it.

   I had moved the gear cases into my room so they would be out of the way.
I went in and interrupted a conversation between Sheila and Joanie.  One of
those awkward silences.  I excused myself for interrupting and started to
rummage through the case.

   "How's it going?" Sheila asked, pouring some more wine into the glasses
they were drinking.

   "Great.  I think we're getting some great shots."

   "Good as last time?"

   "Better!"

   She widened her eyes slightly and I grinned at her.  Then went back to
searching for the long cable.

   She'd had her own fantasy about the shoot that had been interrupted by
Ned and here she was keeping my sister company while another woman was
getting sexy next door with the guy that she'd thought her fantasy around.

   "Well, let me know if you need any help." I looked up and she slipped me
a wink with the eye my sister couldn't see.  I also noticed that her
nipples were sticking up through her shirt.  More than usual.

   "Okay," I said casually as I could.  "Might need you later."

   "Just holler." I smiled at her and rummaged through the case once again.


   "Shit!" I said at last.

   "What's a matter?"

   "The fucking cable release isn't here!"

   I got up and went back to Candy's room.  She could see something was
wrong from my face and I explained to her what was happening.  "I can only
stand as far away from the camera as I can reach."

   "Hmm.  So how far is that?"

   I reached out with one arm until I reached the shutter release with the
short cable.  She moved to where my one hand was in mid air, put her tit up
to where it was and then I went behind the camera and had her move her hand
up to where I could see her fingers.  This close, it was from collar bone
to mid ribs.

   We tried one shot, my fingers pinching her nipple, but moving the lights
around to where there wasn't a shadow took time.  I had a feeling that this
wasn't going to be a good shot, but had put so much time into the set up
that I took it anyway.

   I had twelve shots left.  This wasn't going to work.

   I told her about the problem I was having, what with no way to check the
focus.  No way to get a full torso shot with my hand touching her.  We
thought about what else we could do.  Having two shoots with naked girls
turn into these 'now what do we do?' in one day was beginning to piss me
off.  I looked at her.

   "What?"

   "How would you feel about Sheila giving us a hand?"

   "How do you think she'd deal with all of this?  No, thanks."

   "Why, do you think that she would start looking at you oddly?  Treating
you weird?"

   "Yeah.  I can't risk it getting out."

   I hesitated.  "Look, you don't know Sheila very well.  She'd treat you
the same as always."

   "I'd feel weird if she knew about this side of me."

   "She already does." I admitted somewhat shame facedly.  I told her about
showing her the prints an hour before I gave them to her.  "I wanted to get
a woman's take on it.  I thought she could tell me what the kick was. 
She's pretty discrete."

   She wasn't really happy about having her secret out.  But she hadn't
been treated differently by her in the weeks since the photos.  She bit her
lip.  "Okay.  But let me put on a robe before you go get her."

   "I'll have to ask her, first.  Give me a second to talk to her."

   "Ask her to come in here.  I want to talk to her too."

   "Okay."

   I dodged back into my room and asked Sheila if she could lend us a hand
for a moment.  I apologized to my sister for dragging her company away.  I
noticed that there was a smell of pot in the room and the jug seemed to be
a lot lower.

   Sheila wasn't tipsy, but she wasn't feeling any pain.  I stopped her out
in the hall.  "Listen.  I need you to help me with this scene, but Candy
wants to talk to you and make sure your cool with it."

   "Something really kinky, I hope."

   "Yeah.  Can you be cool with it?"

   "Sure.  Speaking of being cool with it, you better talk to your sister."

   "I will."

   "You better be really cool with it." She warned me.

   "What is it?"

   "She'll have to tell you herself."

   "Okay.  What is it with you women?  'She'll have to tell you herself.'
That's all that I am hearing lately."

   "Oh?  Someone tell you something about me she oughtn't have?"

   "No, she didn't.  She told me, 'she'll have to tell you herself," I
opened the door and bowed her through.  As she walked past, I whispered,
"would you have?" The sexy look on her face said yes.

   "Hi Candy, what do you need help with?"

   There was no more discussion than that.  I think that sexy look she had
tossed off at my question had told Candy every thing she needed to know. 
Candy told her about how she wanted a hand touching her while she was tied
up and showed her the clips.

   "So what do you want me to do?  Click the shutter or do the hand?"

   "I think the hand." Pop!  There went that bubble.  Candy got out some
gloves from a drawer.  The black pair of leather gloves with the big seams
were out, there were two others that could be used.  A yellow pair and a
pair of very thin brown leather gloves that were so tight that the back of
one was split and could only be used if it wasn't showing.  There was a
yellow pair that fit snuggly enough and might come out good in the black
and white.  While they were sorting out the gloves, they also talking about
Candy's fantasy and how she wanted it to look.  I was kind of amazed at how
quickly they got down to the nitty gritty.  "Really stuffing it in there,
ramming it home," was a phrase that caught in my mind.

   Sheila was right at home instantly with Candy's trip.  I learned later
that she had asked around among her friends and spent an afternoon talking
to a motor cycle mama from the Gypsy Jokers.  Well, she'd tried other
things that I knew about casually.  Experiments with her friends.  She was
pretty open to anything a woman wanted to do with herself.  As long as it
wasn't the male establishment establishing the role.  If it meant ramming a
twelve inch dildoe up a Sisters cunt under hot lights in a black room in
the middle of the afternoon, it was just part of what made Sisterhood
Powerful.

   They had it all sorted out in minutes.  Both of them seemed to get onto
this wavelength that mystified me.  I had thought that Sheila would be
taking the picture, while I did all the touchy feely stuff, but the plans
had altered without any discussion, leaving me pretty disappointed.  I
should have figured it out, after all, I was the one that had to run the
damn camera, but it had blown past me in all the sorting-out-the-shoot
psychological stuff that was going on.

   Here was a woman, whom I had fully intended to nail a few hours ago,
stepping into where I wanted to be.  She'd done it with one question, and
the dynamics of the shoot had changed.

   Sheila mentioned that she had to be in class in forty five minutes and
we all became conscious of the time pressure that we were suddenly under.
We lashed up Candy's wrists again and raised her onto the stool.  She put
her legs up on a rung and I pulled until she looked right.

   "What kind of a fantasy do you have around this?" Sheila asked as she
adjusted Candy's vest, making it hang open so her big tits were out.  She
moved it until it looked right.

   "I like the feeling of being vulnerable.  Restrained."

   "Powerless to resist?" "Oh, yes!" Candy's chest heaved.  "You
understand!"

   "Oh, yes, I understand.  How you've been a dirty little girl.  But not
as dirty as you can be." Sheila was speaking to her slowly, almost
crooning, trailing the back of her fingers up against her nipples.  "You
can't let go, can you?  Let go and wallow in all the filthy things that you
want to do.  Well, missy, you just picked the wrong woman today.  Because
I'm going to make you come until you can't walk!  I'm going to get you
started and I'm going to do whatever I want with you!  And theirs nothing
you can do to stop me!"

   She suddenly grabbed a handful of Sheila's tit and twisted it, pinching
the nipple.  I was as shocked as if she'd suddenly turned into a werewolf.
Candy cried out behind the gag and I opened my mouth to protest, but she
shook her head at me and made a clicking gesture with her free hand.  She
was giving me a 'get with the program' look that was very business like.  I
got with the program.  Click.

   Sheila was talking the most amazing stream of filth at Candy.  "You
think that you can play with me?  You think that your grown up enough to
play with me, little girl?  I'm going to turn you inside out.  I'm going to
make you come until your fucking cunt falls out, then I'm going to make you
come some more.  You can't stop me, can you?" It was suddenly a lot tighter
in my pants.  "You think that Jay is going to stop me?  He's not going to
stop me.  I told him that I'd let him fuck you when I got done with your
ass.  He's going to take some pictures, but they ain't going to be any
plain vanilla shit.  Matter of fact, that's where I'm going to let him fuck
you, right up your lily white suburban shitter!  After I ream it out with
Mr.  Twelve Inches!"

   All the filthy talk Sheila was doing was having a visible effect on
Candy.  I could smell the juices that were trickling down her leg.  My dick
was harder than calculus.  I'd like to say that I would have turned down
fucking her, but I knew that if Sheila told me to fuck her right then, I
would have.

   "Yeah.  Little Missy here looks like she's going to be really fun to
break in.  I'm going to go get some of my toys.  I wonder if I should leave
Jay here?  I better not.  He might want to let you down.  Come give me a
hand, Jay."

   "Okay," I croaked.

   Slap!  She cracked her palms together in the air.  "Always address me as
Mistress, you sniveling turd!" She gave me a 'play it up' gesture.

   "Yes mistress!" I groveled in my best voice.  She beamed at me and gave
me a thumbs up.

   "Come!" she ordered imperiously.  "Let this one stew in her own juices
for a while!  I need to make a call!  "

   "What the fuck is going on?" I whispered as we left Candy's room.

   "Shh!"

   We tiptoes into the kitchen.  Sheila was a cross between seriousness and
a weird energy that I'd never seen in her.  I'd call it a kind of political
energy, for when she was arguing in her womans groups and I would stroll
by, she sometimes had a similar look on her face.

   "What the hell are you doing?  We could get into real trouble for this!"

   "No we won't!  This is what she wants!"

   "Hey, hanging up and gagging a woman so you can use her sexually.  Don't
they have a word for it?  Like rape?"

   "You don't understand!  I checked into this and this is what she wants.
To be helpless and unable to stop anyone from doing whatever they want to
with her!" I gave her an incredulous look.  "If you don't believe me, I'll
bet she's still in the same position we left her in when we get back."

   "Gee, ya suppose?" I asked sarcastically.

   "All she has to do is drop the rope over her thumb if she wants it to
stop."

   I stopped protesting.  She was right.

   "How the hell do you know this stuff?"

   "Research.  Listen, long story and no time for that now.  You want to
make this a complete experience for her?"

   "What?  You mean fuck her?  Yeah, I guess so."

   "You'll get your chance.  No.  Listen.  This is about what I was talking
to your sister about."

   Who?  Oh yeah.  My kid sister.  My stomach sank.  "Oh.  Her."

   "Yeah.  Her." Sheila gave me a sardonic look, reading the disappointment
on my face.  "We got to do something with her."

   "I don't have two bucks to send her out to a movie," I said.  "And I
think that she's a little old to fall for that one, anyway.  Maybe I can
throw her under a bus?" My fantasies were going up in flames faster than
the Hindenburg.

   "Look.  I was talking to her while you were in there with Candy.  Will
you trust me on this?  I think I might have a solution.  Give me a minute
to talk to her alone.  Go take a piss or something.  There's a joint on my
desk.  Go wait for me in my room while I sort this out."

   This was getting really out of control, but if she could get rid of my
sister for a while, I was all for it.  I did as she told me, having to piss
in the sink because of my hard on.  I'd smoked the jay down almost halfway
when she came in.

   "Okay.  Joanie can get behind the scene." She said as she took the joint
from my fingers and sucked in smoke.

   I choked and coughed.  "What?"

   "She's cool," she hissed at me through a lung full.  My sister came into
Sheila's room.  I looked at her with a stunned look on my face.  "I was
just about to tell him." She said as she exhaled.

   Joanie gave me an abashed look, then said excitedly, "It's just like you
said!" to Sheila.  Now one thing about Sheila, was that she was into power
trips.  We got along okay, but every once in a while I'd catch a glimpse of
it.  She grinned at us.

   "Jay, I think your sister has something to tell you."

   "Um, yeah." Joanie was embarrassed.

   "What?  Your into this stuff to?."

   "Well, no, not exactly." She drew in a breath.  "I'm into girls."

   I didn't get it at first.  Sheila looked at me and nodded as my sister
sucked in a long drag of the pot for courage.  "She likes women, Jay." My
blank look caused her to amplify her remarks.  "Your sister is a
Les-be-an."

   Click.  "Joanie?" She shrugged and nodded, somewhat abashed.  "Oh." I
thought for a second.  "That's cool."

   "Yeah, but what's even more unreal, is that when you came back to look
for that cable, we were just talking about the type of women she goes for.
She said that she could really go for someone like Candy.  I was going to
see if I could set her up with some of my friends."

   "Cool."

   Shock city, to say the least.  But it was just one more shock in a long
day of them.

   "Anyway, I think that I can do something for Candy.  Like you were
saying about talking some of your friends down from bad trips.  Get her
while she's open."

   Another joint made a round while we thought our thoughts.  I wondered if
we could be considered a conspiracy?  "So what do you have in mind?"

   "If you two can get beyond being brother and sister, I think that we
could have some serious fun."

   Get beyond being brother and sister?  I gave Joanie an inquiring glance.
She returned it with a raised eyebrow that asked, well?

   Well.  The last time I had done anything sexual with my sister, I had
let her play with my cock while I pretended to be asleep.  I think I was
thirteen, maybe twelve.  She was maybe ten, eleven at the time.  I smiled
at the memory, which she took for acceptance of the strange proposal.

   "Good.  Let's not leave her hanging." That cracked us up for a minute.

   We tiptoed back into the room.

   As soon as I walked in the door, I could smell the arousing smell of a
woman in heat.  The lights had made it hot in the room and there was a
sheen of sweat all over Candy and her nipples looked hard as rocks.  There
was no doubt in anyones mind that she was getting off.  "There she is, just
where I left her.  Doesn't she look sweet?"

   "Yes, Mistress."

   "Look at how wet her pussy is.  Mmm.  Just what I like to see.  Move
your legs apart.  More!  That's it.  Show us your cunt.  I want to see that
wet pussy spread open.  Lift your legs!  Let Jay see how horny your twat
is."

   She leaned back on the stool and carefully balanced herself against the
rope and spread her legs, putting her heels tight up against her buns.

   "Oh, yes, isn't that turning you on?  Knowing that your spreading
yourself open for us all to look at?  What shall we do with you first, I
wonder.  Hmmm?" Sheila ran her finger tip lightly over the fleshy clit that
was straining out of her gash.  Candy jumped a little, then hunched her
pussy forward against the fingers light tracing, a hunching that sent a
quiver across that muscular stomach.  Sheila moved her finger down the wet
lips.  "Let's just see how tight you are." She slid one finger in, then
with drew it, then put two in, all the way in.  We were all staring at
Sheila's fingers.  There was nothing but the sound of heavy breathing in
the room and the muted sounds of city traffic.  I could hear a soft
slurping coming from Candies pussy as Sheila stirred her fingers around.  I
could see her clit jump and her ass quivered.

   The fingers withdrew.  "I wonder how you taste?  Are you as sweet as
Candy?" Sheila asked coyly, offered her soaked hand out and I bent forward
to suck her fingers, but my sister leaned forward and sucked them into her
mouth with a moan and a suck.  Sheila gave her a second, smiling at me over
my sister's bent head.  Then she pulled her fingers clear.

   "Oh, that tastes good.  I think I'll give Jay a taste." She shoved her
fingers back up inside Candy's box.  They made a squishing sound as they
slid into her.  She moaned.  "Taste this," she offered me.  I didn't wait
for a second invitation.  So what if she was on a power trip?  My dick was
doing the thinking for me right then.  I might not be on Candy's trip, but
it was sure getting to me.  "Doesn't she taste good?  Wouldn't you like to
eat her?"

   I murmured around the fingers, but I could see that it was Joanie that
was being asked the question.  She was nodding vigorously.  I knew exactly
how she felt.

   Sheila was still on her trip.  I thought that if I was doing this, she
would have been condemning me in the roundest terms for having such a sick,
sexual fantasy.  She was more aware of the undercurrents of the present
scene and knew just how it should go.  There were a couple of things that I
would have done at that point if I had been running the show.  But she
surprised me with what she did next.  She walked away.

   "Take a picture of her like this Jay." She said casually, like she
suggesting a good snapshot.  "I want her to have a before and after shot of
this.  It's the last time her cunt is going to look like this and I think
that she might like to have a memento of what it looked like before I get
done stretching it out." I loaded the camera and moved a few lights until I
got a close up of her, all hairy gash, wet with her juices and the light
shining down through her light blonde pubic hairs.  There was a drip slowly
traveling down one lip.  I pointed it out silently to Joanie and she
smiled. She took a look through the camera.  She had a stunned look on her
face as she came out from under the hood.  I loaded the plate.

   Sheila saw that we were ready.  "Okay.  Now open wide and say Ah, let's
see how wet you are.  Spread open for me, baby.  AOh yes, that's a good
girl!  Show us how wet you are.  At's a girl.  Ah, I just love the way you
clit slides out like that!  So juicy.  God, you got a big clit!  I'll bet
you just want me to show you how well I can make that little dick come,
don't you?  Well, you're just going to have to wait while I pick out what I
am going to be using on you next.  Take the picture, Jay."

   By now, I had figured out that Sheila wasn't going to be making her
three o'clock.  There was beginning to be the smell of a lot of horny women
in that little room.

   "Let's see what kind of toys you have here.  Hmm.  A butt plug, vibrator
and what's this?  A big, thick, dildoe.  Or so you think.  I'll show you
what a big dildoe is all about, little girl.  This thing here, it ain't
nothing but a little fanny spreader.  Speaking of which, we should start
getting you prepared."

   She put a glob of Vaseline on the stubby little plug.  I'd never seen a
butt plug before.

   "Okay, little puss, let's see how open to new experiences you really
are, hmm?" she was rubbing the little tip around her ass pucker, zeroing in
on the center and coating the whole area with the petroleum jelly.  She
kept up a steady stream of patter while she moved it around.  "Yes, open up
like that, mnn, here we go, nice and easy, mmm, I'll bet you've done this
before, haven't you, you dirty girl.  It's sliding in sooo easy!" She gave
it a push with one finger and slipped the wide part into her anus.  It
seemed to gulp around the little latex toy and there was just a translucent
little knob showing.  "There!  All insy!" She giggled.  "You want to know a
secret?  Do you Candy?"

   There was a moan, which she took for a yes.  She continued.

   "You're getting me all hot!  Mnn hmm!  Yes, you are!" Sheila said in
what I swear was baby talk.  "I know you might not be into girls, but I
don't care!  I have to get something out of this, don't I?  Hmmm?" There
was another moan.  "What's that you say?  I can't hear you very well with
that gag in your mouth.  But I'll take that for a yes.  But you're not
really where you can do me much good, are you?  I know you want to help me
out, so I guess I'm going to have to move you.  But before I do, I think
I'll see if you pass the taste test.  Or maybe I should call Biker Mary. 
She has this thing for little teeny bopper pussy.  She likes to strap on
this big dildoe and fuck them as hard as she can.  I wonder if I should do
that?  Hmm?"

   She took my sisters head by the scruff of her neck and pushed her face
towards the hot vagina in front of us.  She flicked a look up at me as her
mouth made contact, then closed her eyes and concentrated on the box under
her tongue.  I couldn't see exactly what she was doing, but if she hadn't
have been balanced right, I think she would have fallen over backward when
Candy locked her legs around her neck and humped her pussy up in the air. I
could hear a whistle as she sucked in air through her nose.  Candy moaned
and humped herself against the mouth glued to her pussy.  The only thing
holding her up was my sister and the rope.  Her ass was clear of the seat.

   I don't think it was thirty seconds before the frantic bucking froze and
Candy went rigid and moaned through the gag.  My dick was rock hard as
Sheila and I looked at the scene in front of us in awe.

   The legs quivered for a while, then slumped down onto the shoulders and
hands that was supporting her.  Joanie set her gently back onto the stool
and undraped the legs around her neck.  She moved back and stood up.

   "Yeah.  You liked that, didn't you?  Couldn't help yourself, could you?
Well, that was just the first.  Now that you know just how good a girl make
you feel, you want more of that, hmm?" she scratched her pubic hair like
she was scratching a big dog behind the ears.  "Well, we should get you
stretched out on the floor, where you can return the favor.  Or maybe I
should fuck you with that double ended dildoe.  Fuck you real hard, fuck
you like you've never been fucked by those feeble imitations of men you
keep picking up.  Fuck you until your coming so hard you think your cunt is
going to explode, till it's coming so hard your sliding off the stool, it's
so wet with your drool.  Then fuck you some more.  Fuck you with a dick
that never goes soft!"

   She reached over and gave her clit a hard squeeze.  Candy galvanized
once, then hung taut, a low moan escaping her gag.  Sheila held it until
Candy melted back onto the stool.  "See how easy it is to come?  A girl
just can't help herself, now can she?" She let go.  "Jay, why don't you
keep her busy while I go get undressed." I cleared my throat.

   "What do you want me to do to her, Mistress?"

   "Oh, I don't know.  Why don't you suck her clit and slide this inside
her?" She handed me the double ended dildoe.  "Get her warmed up for me."

   "Yes, Mistress!" This crazy game was getting fun.

   "Oh, Jay?"

   "Yes Mistress?"

   "Why don't you get comfortable.  Let your cock out.  I think I want to
have a picture for my collection of your monster dick buried up her
snatch."

   "Yes, Mistress." I said humbly, while we grinned at each other.  The
sound of my Levi's unzipping was loud in the room.  This was sheer
bullshit, on one level.  But it was powerful magic at the same time. 
Sheila pulled my sister over to one side of the room while I fished my dick
out of my pants.  Sheila started to unsnap my sisters jeans and she got the
idea.  Joanie flashed me a look, then started getting undressed fast.  I
thought, what the hell and followed suit.  The thump of shoes hitting the
floor was followed by the rustle of clothes being pulled off.

   I was surprised that Sheila wasn't stripping off her clothes too.  But
she looked at the scene for a minute, like she was sizing it up.  Then she
unbuttoned her shirt and slowly pulled it off.  I think that she was
worried about losing the control she had over us all.  Being naked with my
sister was a bit odd for about a half second.  I gave her a glance and the
look of lust that was on her face and the flush that was spread down over
her chest to her very erect nipples told me that she was as into this as I
was.  I was happy about that.  "Put it in her and eat her, Jay.  Let's see
if you can make her come as well as I can." My sister stepped over to me
quickly and grabbed the big double ender out of my hand.  She fitted it up
to the big, purple lips and shoved it in steadily and smoothly.  That
sucker must have been a foot long and three quarters of it went in easily.
She gave it a couple of light pushes, kind of jacking it into her and
another inch or so disappeared inside Candy.  She whimpered, pushing
herself against it.

   Wow.  The sight of that stubby looking little dick peeping out through
those lips still stays in my mind like it was yesterday.  My sister wiggled
it a little and glanced up at me with a raised eyebrow look.  I grinned at
her and bent down to suck that juicy looking fat clit that was hovering
just over the top of that big piece of latex.

   I sucked Candy into my mouth and my sister worked the dildoe in and out
of her box.  Sheila stroked the back of my head while I worried the slick
pearl out of it's hood, sucking it and swirling my tongue around on it. 
Candy moaned and humped up against my mouth, against the long shaft sliding
in and out of her.  We were getting into it and Candy was well on the way
to getting off.  I put one hand down between her cheeks and pushed gently
on the butt plug, keeping time with my sisters strokes.

   "Enough!" We both froze.  Candy made a protesting sounding moan and
tried to work herself against the toys inside her.

   Sheila swatted her on her butt.  It didn't travel far, but the palm made
a terrifically loud noise in the room.  "I said stop!"

   Candy stopped.

   "Get that out of her!" She ordered.  She really had the hoo doo on my
sister, because she pulled out the dildoe.  It made a soft, slurping sound
as it came free.

   "Stand over between her legs.  Now," she grabbed my cock and moved until
it was on her slit, "rub it up against her."

   I did as she said and gave her a questioning look.  She looked back at
me and mouthed, birth control?  Damn!  It had completely slipped my mind. I
shrugged helplessly back.  She gave me a worried look.  I shrugged again.
She was still looking worried as she started to talk.

   "I want to take a picture of you like this.  All hard and slimy with her
cunt juice.  Your big dick splitting her slutty box open like this." What
now?  I mouthed at her.  She shrugged.

   "I know what I want to see.  Jay's beautiful cock all stiff hard,
sliding into her ass hole.  Fucking her silly." There was another moan, but
I wasn't sure if it was protesting or enthusiastic.  How far could we push
this?  "But first I think I want to fuck you a little.  Get you all hot for
Jay."

   She nodded to my sister, pointing to the double ender still in her hand.
She looked at me.  I nodded to her and stepped out from between the spread
open legs.

   "Hold her open for me." Sheila said.  I held Candy's legs open while my
sister turned away and stuck the dildo into her own pussy.  She fed it into
herself until it was half way in.  Then she hefted the shaft, with the same
sort of thumb and two finger grip that I use when I'm peeing.  She wagged
it slightly, a gleam in her eye.  She looked up and blushed when she saw me
looking at her.  She'd given me a look like that when I walked in on her
reciting the naughty little ditty, 'milk, milk, lemonade, around our
corner, fudge is made!' in front of her friends.  I just gave her an
encouraging grin and she grinned back, then stepped up and positioned
herself where I had been just a moment ago.  We all looked down as she ran
the dry end of the dildoe up and down the notch a few times, until it was
slick at the tip.  Then she wiggled it in between the floppy lips that were
hanging down.  She shifted her feet a bit.  I reached out and opened up
Candy's pussy for her.  She smiled and humped forward at the cunt spread
open in front of her.

   The dry part of the dildoe seemed to catch and stopped sliding, but my
sister didn't stop pushing.  Instead of going into Candy, it was sliding
deeper into Joanie.  She stopped her motion and bit her lip while she
sorted out what to do with the unexpected development.  She gave Sheila a
look, like she would know what to do.  Sheila reached out and put her hand
on my sisters hip, giving her a gentle urge forward.  I got a glance and
mouthed go for it!  She nodded at me and started to push again.  It would
have to go somewhere, wouldn't it?

   It did.  It slid back into my sister.  What the hell.  She kept pushing
until it was out of sight and her pussy was lip to lip with Candy's.  I was
staring at the sight fascinated.  There were two clits, one in a pair of
blonde haired lips, the other in a curly brown bush.  There was a fraction
of an inch and the white of the latex under them.  "They look like their
kissing." I said.

   "Soul kissing." Sheila said.

   My sister lifted her head up and gave me a look.  She was swaying
lightly and there was this slack jawed look of lust on her face.  I don't
know how much of that big, artificial cock she had in her, but it looked
like she was getting places touched she didn't even know she had.  She gave
me that look and then closed her eyes and humped her clit against Candy's.
They both moaned.

   They humped against each other, keeping their clits together.  I watched
amazed as Joanie rubbed her smaller clit around Candy's bigger one.  Joanie
had great control, I remember thinking.  Something happened, I think that
the dildoe suddenly slid further into Candy.  Joanies eyes opened and I
looked up into her eyes, curious to watch her fucking.  She meet my gaze
and then looked down at where her hands were pulling open Candies legs. 
She split her with her thumbs and humped up against her.

   She got the rhythm going then.  A hard grinding together, a banging and
grinding that soon had Candy moaning.  I pinched her nipples while my
sister fucked her.  Candy writhed and hunched her hips, her legs opened and
encircled my sisters waist.  She crossed her ankles around Joanie's ass
worked herself against Joanie.  Sheila pulled the stool out and I pulled
her up with my arms around her.  Candy put her bound arms around Joanies
neck and I slid my hands down under her ass, holding one buttock in each
hand.

   Sheila took this opportunity to let the other end of the rope lose, so
that we weren't hung up on that stool any more.  I had a good grip on
Candy, holding her open for my sisters assault.  I widened my legs a little
and Sheila slid the stool under my ass to give me some bracing.  Joanie
stepped in a little more, then froze for a second as my dick hit her
between the legs.  We stared at each other for a second over the shoulder
of the woman we were sharing.  Then Joanie opened her legs a little and
moved into Candy deeper, sliding my cock between her legs as she did so.

   I could feel the curves of Candy's ass pressing into my stomach,
surrounding the top of my cock.  She moved a little and settled even more
around me.  I could feel the butt plug, a little lump rubbing in my pubic
hairs and on the base of my cock.  She moaned, evidently liking the
feeling.

   That was all the encouragement my sister needed.  She started to
seriously fuck into Candy, the two womens juices made everything so
slippery that my cock had no trouble sliding between Joanies legs.  I
pulled back Candy's legs some more, opening her up even wider.  Joanie got
her arms under her legs and up between her back and my belly.  I reached
around and grabbed my sisters ass and pulled her towards me.  We opened our
eyes at the same time and looked at each other, watching each others lust
as we shared the same woman.  I liked the bunching of the muscles in her
ass, the feeling as they clenched and she drove the latex cock into Candy.
I grabbed her and pulled with her strokes, encouraging her to fuck even
harder.

   Sheila had disappeared in all this family togetherness, quasi incest was
going on.  Candy was humping and jumping like a fish between us.  There
were a lot of things going on between us.  Whole dialogues were passing
between Joanie and me.  Are you accepting me?  Do you think this is dirty?
Are you jealous that I am fucking this woman you want to fuck so badly? 
Don't I fuck good?  Don't I?  Don't I make her come good?

   She certainly was coming good, that was for sure.  A steady grunting was
coming from her, an Uhn, huh, um, uh that kept counterpoint with the jolts
that Joanie was sending through her.  She was making these jackrabbity
little humps, banging between the dildoe in her cunt and the butt plug. 
She was out of it, a mindless fuck machine stuck on overdrive.  Joanie gave
me this feral look while she fucked her.  I dug the way my sister was
getting off on making her come.  Then she put her legs together and working
my dick into all of what was going on.  She watched me while she fucked us
both.  I couldn't move much, being trapped on the stool and all.  She
concentrated on making me come.  I knew that's what she was doing and I
didn't have any problem with it.  She worked her self against us both, the
steady concentration in her eyes, even in the middle of all that lust.  I
let her do her thing, the same way I would have given into a great blow
job.

   Work me, girl!  Work me!

   Even with my balls all scrunched up on the edge of the chair, there
wasn't any stopping my orgasm and I didn't even try.  I think she felt the
first surge, because she pushed up into Candy really close and clamped her
legs tight together.  I shot another load out the end of my dick and
faintly registered the sound of the camera shutter.  I was too preoccupied
at the moment to worry about it, lost in the intensity of my orgasm, trying
to support us all at the same time.  I heard my sister groan at the same
time this was going on and pried my eyes open to see her contorted face as
she came at the same time.

   Sheila was suddenly back with us, helping hold us up.

   I needed her help.  I think I was about to drop us all.

   We came down from out peaks and slowly relaxed.  Candy was making these
little sporadic jerks between us.  I think that she was still coming, or
maybe they were just powerful aftershocks.

   With Sheilas help, we got her straightened out, her legs on the floor.
Then we all kind of sank down onto the floor.

   "Hmm.  Did we have a nice come?  Did we?" Candy nodded, all soft and
relaxed.  "Good.  We'll just relax for a minute and then do it again." She
gave a dirty little low chuckle as Candy moaned.  "You didn't think that
you were going to get off that easy, did you?"

   Candy gave this big sigh of contentment.  Sheila leaned in and whispered
in her ear.  "You see how easy coming is?  Hmm?" Candy nodded again,
contentedly.  I swear I heard her purr.  "You dirty girl.  You know you
want me to make you come again, don't you?" Another nod.  "Well, as soon as
I get Jay hard again, I'm going to make him fuck you in the ass.  But first
I am going to make sure your ready for him." Somehow, she got my sister to
back off and pulled the little butt plug out of her.  She wrinkled her nose
at the smell from the stuff on it, then tossed it over into a corner of the
room.  She had the Vaseline and another big dildoe ready in her hand.  "Now
just relax, this is going to feel so good!" The three of us not wearing
blindfolds watched intently as Sheila worked the big thing up her butt
hole. I'd just come and I was getting horny again, just watching the lewd
sight.  We had lost all shame, there was nothing we wouldn't hesitate to do
to the blonde girl, we were crossing boundaries we were only aware of in
passing.  Candy groaned and worked her feet flat, so as to be able to take
the big cock into her ass easier.  Joanie rubbed Candy's clit with her
thumb while she took eight or nine thick inches up inside her.  "That's a
girl, that's it.  Take that big fuck stick up there!  Show us how good your
going to fuck Jay.  Your going to fuck him good, aren't you girl, aren't
you?" Candy was making mindlessly agreeable noises, anything to keep the
intense feeling going on inside her.  That was all the encouragement that
Sheila needed, because she started to push and turn it inside of the blonde
draped across my body.  Sheila started stroking me with her other hand,
while Joanie continued to work her clit.

   I was hard as rock again in no time.  "Okay, baby.  You ready to take
Jay's cock?  Let me see you nod your head.  Oh yeah.  You're ready.  But
you know what I want you to do first?  I want you to lick me out.  I want
to feel your hot tongue working around in my slimy little box.  I want you
to suck all of those juices out of me.  I want to see if your just a just a
frigid little bitch or if you got what it takes to get a real woman off. 
Hmm?" She stood up and pulled her by the arms, lying her flat on the floor.
She bent down and whispered hurriedly in my ear.  "Change the fucking
film!"

   I rolled out of the action and grabbed a film carrier and pulled out the
one in the camera.  I looked through the view finder and tilted the camera
down to where it was pointing at the floor.  I looked over the top of the
camera at Sheila.  She was making a 'neck down!' gesture at me and I nodded
to show her I knew what she meant.  Candy was lying with her feet closest
to the camera and Sheila moved around so she was kneeling with her knees on
either side of the bound girls ribs.  She sat back slowly, looking down
between her legs at the up turned face below her.  I inserted the fresh
plate.

   "Now, when I get comfortable on your face, I want you to make me feel
really, really good.  I want you to start eating me and don't stop when I
come.  I want you to eat me and eat me and eat me, okay?  Eat me until I
tell you to stop." Candy nodded her head and made an inquisitive type
whimper.  "What's that?  How can you eat me with your mouth gagged.  Hmm.
That is a good question." She wiggled around a bit and eased back
delicately.  Then she reached between her legs and drew the gag off of
Candy's mouth.

   "Mnnm.  That's it.  Run your tongue around in there.  Ohh, that's it! 
That's the spot," she crooned.  "That's it.  You want to please me, don't
you?  Mmm?"

   I snapped the picture and flipped the carrier.  Then I went over and
pried apart Candy's knees.

   I looked at her, all spread open.  Then I looked at my sister and she
took the hint.  She went for her like a dog going for a steak.

   I turned around and stuck my cock out at Sheila.  She looked up at me
with a grin and grabbed me with one of her hands.  Then she sucked me into
her mouth.

   A few minutes went by, nothing but the sounds of mouths working on
genitals, wet, slurpy sounds.  I felt a touch on my ass and looked back at
my sister, reaching up and fondling my balls.  Then she trailed her fingers
down over my cock, continuing over Sheilas face, then down her neck to her
chest.

   Pretty soon, her fingers are playing with nipples, first Sheilas, then
Candy's'.  I motion her away from between her legs, wanting to put it
inside someone before I went off.

   Sheila had come somewhere in all this, I could tell by her moaning and
freezing on sucking me for a minute.  Then she'd really gone crazy on
sucking me off.  I was about to pop my rocks and pulled out of her.

   I stepped off and stood alongside the three women on the floor.  It
didn't do much to calm me down, so I decided that it was time to play bury
the bone.  Sheila could read that on my face, because she tapped my sister
on the head and tugged her hair.

   Once my sister had stopped nuzzling our prisoner, Sheila spoke.

   "Candy?" A muffled sound from between her legs.  "Don't try to talk.  I
am going to have Jay fuck me now.  Because you made me come so nice, I've
decided to give you a treat.  I want you to taste him while we fuck.  Come
around behind me, sweetie." I stepped back and knelt down.  She stretched
out on Candy and hunched up a bit at me, smiling at me over her shoulder. I
worked my cock into her pussy doggy style and she slumped down a bit. 
Candy moved her head a little and I was worried about crushing her head. 
But she wiggled herself a little and suddenly I felt her tongue nuzzling
into my balls.  It was exquisitely delicate, the pointy little warm worm
probing around where we were connected.  She licked around my balls, then
up the part of the bottom of the shaft that was out, then up around
Sheila's clit, making her tighten deliciously inside.  I moaned.  I wasn't
going to last a second this way.  I pushed up further into Sheila, who
moaned.  Candy squirmed under us, working her strong body up and I could
feel her nose against my balls.  Then her tongue slid back and licked me
again, probing in my balls, driving me even more tightly against Sheila.  I
could feel her moving her head between my legs, then she was licking up
past my balls.  I couldn't believe at first what I thought was happening,
then I felt the straining tongue delicately lap at my ass hole.

   This was beyond anything that I had ever experienced and I couldn't
believe it at first.  But then I pulled back from Sheila a little and the
tongue pushed it's way up into my ass, forcing it's way through the tight
ring of flesh.  I groaned.  Then a pair of hands were parting my buttocks
and I moved back further and the tongue went deeper, moving around in me.

   I froze, then something seemed to melt in me and there was one of the
most unusual orgasms I ever had happened.  It wasn't the usual sort of
come, where everything seems to burst out of me in gushes.  It was just one
long wave and my cock seemed to let this terrific river loose through it,
just a wave that passed through me from the tongue in my ass, like it was
connecting through my body and into Sheila's cunt.

   I don't know what triggered Sheila's orgasm, but her cunt seemed to gulp
and suck and the second wave flowed through me, a flash of intensity longer
and deeper and slower than anything that I had ever felt before, a rush
that left me sweating an trembling and my balls turned to liquid and my
come just flowed out of me in a long, long slide.

   There was another little lap from that shrewd tongue and I spewed out
another long, sliding liquid wave of juice.  I jerked and froze and let it
happen.  I have never come that way before or since.

   I don't know how long it went on, this strange wash of weakness
accompanied the orgasm and I laid there with the pressure of Sheilas butt
seeming to milk my stomach while her pussy milked my cock, all in perfect
time with the flickering and probing of that sly little tongue.  I was just
the connection between the tongue and the cunt, which seemed to be doing
all these miraculous things to me, swirling and clenching and pulsing these
extraordinary waves through me.

   And then I just collapsed, gasping for breath.  I hadn't taken a breath
the entire time it was going on and I was starved for air.  I think that I
almost blacked out there for a moment.

   Amazing.

   When I caught my breath, I got off of them and laid down next to them.
Sheila turned her head and gave me this bright eyed look.  She'd felt it
too and she looked at me curiously, maybe worried about me or just wanting
to see what my face looked like.  She smiled and started to move on Candy.
I put my arm over her, wanting to keep the close feeling.  She worked
herself on Candy, looking at me all the time.  Right up to the point where
she had to close her eyes and let it happen to her, too.



   Well, that all took place in 1972.  We wound up kicking Ned out of the
house the next week.  Candy was a little mad, but very little.  My sister
moved into the house and she and Candy got into a pretty intense thing for
a while.  I'd listen to them going at it through the wall between our
rooms.

   For a while I was in this sexual paradise, where I had several lovers
who all knew about each other and didn't care.  Sheila and the girl I can't
remember.  My sister had a fling with what's her name that caused some
ripples in the house for a while.  Then Candy and what's her name had a
grudge fuck, which sent Joanie into a jealous rage.  Things got rocky for a
while and then Candy moved out.

   Sheila is now a congresswoman.  My sister went to one of her
fundraisers, at 500 bucks a plate.  She talked to her for a few minutes and
they got together for lunch.  Candy married well, as she had planned to and
had a couple of kids.  Her husband traded her in on a younger model, but
she got a good settlement in the divorce and is now very well off herself.
Neither my sister nor the congress woman could remember the name of the
funny little libber that I had shared my bed with.  Congresswoman Sheila
remembered her vaguely and thought that she had heard that she had been
killed in an accident.  It bothers me that I can't remember her name.

   As for myself, I did get a job for a while on Madison Ave.  I worked my
way up to director of photography for a major agency, then took a position
as Public Relations director for a major company.  I made a lot of money,
got married twice, no children.  Low sperm motility, the doctors say.  If I
ever want to have kids, it will be a test tube kid.  I don't think that I
will bother.

   I have a couple of women that I see regularly and the other day I got my
own invitation to a fund raiser for Sheila.  I have been thinking about
going, but I don't know what we'd say.  I still have the prints that I made
from the shoot that day.  One of them got run through the camera twice and
double exposed.  I keep them down in the basement, packed away in big boxes
full of other prints that I haven't looked at in years.  I dug them out and
they reminded me of the days we shot them and I started to write this
story. The congresswoman asked Joanie whatever happened to me.  Joanie said
she had the feeling that she was worried at first about being black mailed
or something, but finally relaxed when she found out my sister was doing
well with her travel agencies and the special tours she books.  So maybe I
will go to the fundraiser, maybe we'll get together for lunch.  I know what
she looks like from the papers and neither one of us are the sleek young
animals we used to be.  Maybe she might want to look at the pictures from
then.  We might have a few drinks and we could kick back and laugh at the
way we were when we were young and poor.  They are quite extraordinary
pictures.  You can feel the intensity of what we were into shining through.
Three women and me.  I've never, in spite of my jest about showing them to
my buddies, never shown them to anyone.  The only others that exist went to
Candy and I have no idea what she did with her copies.  Probably burned
them before she got married.  Guy that she was hitched to is one of those
heavy religious right contributors.  Pretty funny how that worked out.

   I do happen to know how Sheila got into that trip.  Seems that there was
a conversation between her and Candy about sex and she had told her that
she had never had an orgasm from fucking.  So Sheila (not her real name, by
the way) had done some research.  She believed it was every womans right to
have an orgasm.  Power to the people and all of that political stuff sounds
so quaint now.  But back then, you could have an ideal and live up to it.
My sister is still gay.  I still love her and am glad she is in my world.
We don't see each other in way too long, but when we do, we enjoy our
visits.  All of her lovers have liked me.  I guess that says something good
about me.