a matter of practice. And I'll be sure you get plenty of that.' He had been leaning on one elbow while he talked to her. Now he lay back, lacing his fingers behind his head. 'Scoot down there, sweety.'
Julie moved reluctantly, placing herself on a level with his abdomen. The organ was already beginning to stir and stiffen. He was a bull, she thought. But she supposed most men would be, after spending years in prison. At his direction she took his prick in her hands, holding it gingerly. Touching a man's prick had never seemed particularly unpleasant when it was Jim's, and it didn't seem particularly unpleasant with Max, except that this time she was facing it, looking at it. This was something different from anything she had ever done before. Different and dirty. She uttered a short prayer for strength to do what had to be done. She felt clammy with nervous sweat.
'Now you lean down and lick the head of it,' Max told her in an elaborately casual voice. 'You lick it all over, ending up on the crown because that's the most sensitive part. Then you lick the shaft, too. There's no particular order of things. You just do everything you can to turn me on. You kiss my belly and my balls, you lick my crotch, you do anything you can think of. Then, when you figure you've brought me far enough alone, you move your lips over the head of my cock, back and forth, until I'm about to come. Then you take the whole thing in your mouth, or as much of it as you can, and you suck and lick until I go off. When I come, you swallow it. All of it. Understand?'
'Y-yes. I understand.'
'Good. Then stop stalling.'
She bent down and forced herself to touch her tongue to the tip of the organ. It was salty tasting, so much so it almost burned her tongue. She felt a gag reflex, but it wasn't bad yet. She choked it down and touched her tongue to the erect cock again. The taste didn't seem quite as bad on the second try. She tried to turn off her mind as she moved the tip of her tongue over the head of the prick, covering it with saliva. Max began to make little grunting noises, so she knew she was doing something right. Disgust welled up in her, and she had to exercise all her will power to keep from stopping. She licked and licked, until her tongue began to feel sore. She moved to the crown, as he had told her, and worked on that until she had him pitching and clenching his jaws with little fits of pleasure. Then she worked her way down the side of the shaft. She remembered what he had said, and paused to kiss his belly and his balls and lick his crotch. Tears flooded her eyes and ran down her face, but she managed to keep at what she was doing, working by touch. She couldn't see any more. She licked his crotch, tasting sweat there. The hair of his thighs scratched her face.
She detected a pitching in his belly, and she knew that he was nearing his climax. She steeled herself for the final indignity and pursed her lips, moving them over the head of his cock. She rocked her body slightly, working her lips over the head of the cock until the pitching in his belly and his cock reached the point that told her his orgasm was imminent.
The cock was large, and expanded now to its full, erect size. Julie managed to get most of it in her mouth, but it pressed against her throat, gagging her. She fought down the reflex and sucked and licked for all she was worth. The sooner she could get him to go off, she realized, the sooner it would be over. Then he came in a giant glob that almost choked her. It happened fast, and she swallowed automatically, before she had time to think. Max let out a yell and his body went through a giant spasm as he hit his climax, and then he lay still.
Julie sank from her kneeling position to her side, lying quite still. She felt emotionally drained and disgusted with what she had done. She'd had no choice, she told herself. She kept telling herself that over and over again.
'That wasn't bad,' Max said. 'For a first time. But there is one thing. From now on, keep your head tilted up this way as much as you can. I like to watch your face while you do it.'
Chapter Three
The phone finally rang at three in the afternoon. It was a relief to Max. Pete and Butch had begun to look at him as though they thought he was trying to pull something on them.
And things hadn't been made any easier by the little blonde. She kept begging him to let her take the gag off her husband and feed him. Finally he had slapped her face a couple of good ones, and she had fallen silent, staring at him in shocked surprise. He wondered whether she had ever been slapped in the face before. Probably not.
'Your old man's better off without food,' he told her irritably. 'A couple of days fasting, and he'll be less likely to try something stupid.'
'When's the little sister coming?' Pete asked a dozen times during the day, and when Max told him that the blonde had told him she was coming and that was all he knew, Pete finally asked, 'What if she's a dog? I just happened to think of that.'
'Yeah,' Butch said from the couch. He was staring at Julie and grinning. 'What if she's a dog?'
'Why would she be a dog?' Max demanded, 'She's Blondie's little sister.'
'Yeah, but what if she is?' Pete asked insistently.
'Yeah, what if she is?' echoed Butch.
'If she's a dog, we share Julie, the way you wanted to last night.'
That seemed to satisfy them for a while. Then they started to get fidgety again, as the day wore on and there wasn't any little sister. They'd been without a woman for a long time, and they obviously couldn't see why they should wait any longer. Max couldn't really think of a good reason. He was on the verge of letting Pete take Julie into the bedroom when the phone rang.
They all stood looking at each other for a moment after the first ring. Julie clenched her hands, wadding the front of her robe. Pete grinned, and Max felt relief, because a little thing like this could have caused some real trouble, and trouble they didn't need. The phone rang again. Max grabbed Julie's arm tightly, making her wince.
'All right, you're on, Blondie. Now, don't forget, this is your big scene, and if you fuck it up you're going to stand here and watch your family get wiped out.'
'I'll do what you want.' Her voice was shaky.
'You'll have to do it in a better voice than that.' He led her to the telephone. There was a pad next to it, with a ball-point pen stuck on by a built-in magnet. Max picked up the pen and nodded to Julie. Just as the phone started its third ring, she picked it up and inserted the earpiece under her hair. Before she could speak, Max twisted the phone in her hand and stood close to her, their bodies lightly touching, so he could hear the other end of the conversation. Then he nodded to Julie.
'Hello?' Her voice was surprisingly steady. A supreme effort, he guessed.
'Hi, Sis!' A perky girl-voice came back from the other end of the wire. 'I'm here, waiting.'
Julie waited a moment before she answered. Max was afraid for a moment that she was going to blow the whole weenie, but, of course, she had more sense than that. 'Why are you so late, Sally?' There was a touch of annoyance in Julie's voice. The wait had been nerve-wracking for her, too. 'We've been worried.' That was a nice touch, Max thought. She was really doing very well.
'The train got held up, Sis. We tried to call you, but all the trunks to this burg were busy.' The 'we' brought Max up smartly, and he saw a startled look on Julie's face.
'Are you with someone, dear?'
'Yeah. Connie's here.'
Julie looked at Max and shook her head, signifying that she didn't know what was going on any more than he did. 'Connie?' she asked.
'Connie Winslow. The girl I met in school. I wrote you about her.'
'But you didn't say anything about bringing her here.'
'I didn't talk her into it until yesterday. It's just for overnight, Sis. That's all right, isn't it?'
'Well, I don't know,' Julie stalled, while Max scrawled a question on the pad. Then she read verbatim. 'Do her parents know?'
'They don't expect her home. She was going to stay in school on her the vacation, but then her grades got better, and she decided to go home and surprise them, and I talked her into coming this far with me and staying overnight. Gee, what's the trouble, Sis? She can bunk with me. It won't be any trouble.' The girl sounded surprised, and a little hurt, that her friend wasn't welcome. Julie looked at Max helplessly, and he nodded, coming to a quick
