Chapter 1

"Hi, handsome! I'm Jim and this is Jean. We'd like to ball you."

Ruth Cannon held her drink in both hands and directed a penetrating look at the striking couple who had converged on her at the bar. She had been dancing with them earlier in the evening, forming a kind of loose, free-flowing three-sided figure on the Lightning's crowded patch of dance floor, and had been struck by them at the time. Jim, an extravagantly slender six-footer, towered over his equally slender partner by almost a foot. They were both dark, had their hair cut in very similar styles, had the same bony cheekbones and delicate complexion; the look-a-like impression was made even more direct by the fact that they both wore suits of creamy linen that were cut to identical patterns, even down to the zipped fly running down the front of Jean's trousers. Jean resembled nothing so much as a smaller, slighter copy of her companion.

"Yeah, make it with us," Jean said, fixing a languid but intensely erotic gaze upon Ruth that made her squirm with anticipation, "and it's like fucking the same guy twice! Well, almost, anyway!"

"Wow, that is a mind-blower," Ruth murmured. "I've got to say that it's the best proposition I've had all day!"

She already knew in her heart that she would accept their forthright invitation but she relished the thought of pretending to consider the prospect for a while. Doing so would make her body even more alive with feeling, she knew, and would ensure that her response would be doubly intense. Jim and Jean moved closer, so that their loins were only inches away from her thighs; she moved slightly forward and rubbed herself against them.

"You won't get a better proposition, not to our way of thinking," Jim told her. "There's just no way you can go that we won't have you covered. Whatever your bag might happen to be, we've got one just like it!"

Ruth had been approached many times during the two years she had been a regular at the Lightning Discotheque, the most popular gathering place in the city for both gays and straight people. They mingled there in cheerful anonymity and accepted each other on their own terms. Ruth had been drawn to the club for exactly that reason: whether she was in the mood for an evening with a man or a woman, or undecided, she could invariably find someone at the Lightning to fit her mood and inclinations. Never had she been propositioned by so strikingly erotic a pair, however, and never had she felt her pussy tingling quite so powerfully at the mention of an evening together.

"You just might be right," Ruth said. "By the way, I'm Ruth. Here's to a great evening and some high times together!"

"Well drink to that," Jim said. "But if you don't mind, let's wait till we get back to our place before we do it, huh? We've got some Dom Perignon on ice back there; we can mix that with a little Dutch gin, smoke some of that Thai grass we've got put back for that very special occasion and take it from there, huh?"

"You make it sound better and better," Ruth purred. "Shall we go?"

They made an elegant trio as they walked out of the crowded, noisy club. Ruth knew that many eyes would be turning in their direction, that many an envious word would be muttered. She felt proud of herself for having attracted the attention of so handsome a couple; the realization that they both wanted her, had chosen her from a crowded room of people, gave her ego a very decided boost. Ruth knew that the hundred and twenty pounds she had distributed over her five foot, seven inch frame were very well turned and that she had the ability to fire the sexual hungers of very attractive people of both sexes. Her small-breasted figure, kept firm and trim by an arduous regime of carefully planned exercises, had a great deal of innate grace and she heightened this by arranging her ash-blonde hair in ways that drew even more attention to her.

Seven years of hard work, following her graduation from college at the age of twenty-two, had brought her a considerable reputation among magazine editors. She had established the fact that she could take almost any kind of human interest assignment, research it thoroughly and hand in excellent copy, all with a regularity which enraged her competitors in the highly crowded field of magazine reporting. She had written a series on compulsive gamblers that had gained her a great deal of national attention at the tender age of twenty-three; she had gone on to write pieces on rock groups, movie stars, embezzlers, even a child molester and had treated them all with the same kind of mocking seriousness which guaranteed her stories a wide reading. In the course of collecting her material, she had been exposed to a variety of life which most people never even dreamed of knowing first hand.

Jim led them out of the club to a Jaguar sedan. Jean perched herself on the console between the two bucket seats in the front, between him and Ruth but as soon as he had started the car she turned to Ruth and kissed her tenderly on the mouth. Her tongue, hot and lively, flickered out to caress Ruth's lips and Ruth knew at once that the girl was suggesting, through her kiss, the way she would later use her tongue on a very different part of her body. That knowledge sent a hot, pulsating spasm of sexual pleasure shooting through her body.

"If we had further to go we could play high school," Jean murmured. "You know, get in the back seat and make out? Except that a Jag isn't really very good for that. Too cramped, at least if you want to get it on really good. We went to a drive-in one night with this guy that had an honest-to-God '55 Chewy and all three of us got in the back while we watched a triple feature. Mmmm, talk about something out of sight! He even had the Beach Boys on tape for his cassette deck!"

"Sounds like a blast," Ruth replied. "I went down on a guy in a drive-in once; that was the only time I've ever been to one. We were in a beach buggy and it was showing a couple of old John Wayne flicks. Wow, old John was up there offing those Indians and there I was, right out in the open, eating that guy like crazy!"

"Yeah, it's a real shot in the head, getting it on in public like that," Jean agreed. "Out where everybody could see you, except they can't! I like that, it's really a fun way to ball. I've always had this thing. I'd like to get it on with somebody in one of those outside elevators. You know, like at the resort hotels at the beach? Going all the way up in one of those things and doing it, that'd be such a kick in he ass!"

"I fucked a guy in Rome once," Ruth remembered. "One of those cold, dreary days in winter. He had an overcoat and I was wearing a miniskirt without anything on under it and I just backed him up against a wall and lifted my skirt up while he slipped it in. Over by the Spanish Steps, I think it was, with people going by and everything. He wasn't much of a lay, I guess, but I thought I was going to fuck my guts out with him. Out in public like that, with our overcoats around us, that was just a perfect fuck, almost!"

Jim pulled into the basement of an expensive high-rise apartment building and parked. They got out of the car, walked to an elevator and rode up to the twelfth floor. Jim opened the door to an opulently furnished apartment, most of which was given over to a mammoth living room. Pillows were piled here and there, making different seating areas; there were no chairs or couches at all in the big room. One window, nearly an entire wall, looked out onto a terrace which, in turn, gave them a view of the southern portion of the city.

"It's a kind of public place," Jean said, putting her arm around Ruth's waist and nudging her toward the big window. "Really a blast, doing it here and looking out at all those lights. We can see them and they'll never see us, not in all their life! I'm going to love this, I can tell already!"

Jean's active hand was easing down the zipper at the back of Ruth's dress. Pausing with the zipper down to the small of her back, she slipped her hand into the opening and lightly caressed her back. Ruth shivered as the woman's knowing fingers traced exciting patterns of lust over her naked skin. She stood very still and waited as Jean pulled the zipper lower and then eased the dress off her shoulders. The garment fell to the floor and Jean stepped back to get a fuller look at Ruth's voluptuous figure. Hot passion blazed in her dark eyes as she ran them over that full-breasted torso, down the gently curving belly and over the vee of golden-brown fur swelling up from between her thighs. Ruth felt as if she were being physically caressed, the force of her look was so strong, and she wanted to display herself even more voluptuously to those inquiring, appreciative eyes.

"Mmmm, you were made for fucking!" Jean murmured. "I have this super-large dildo; it fits onto a strap that I can fix around my waist. Would you like me to fuck you with it? Sometimes I like to put it on and pretend that I'm a man; I love fucking Jim in the ass with it! Yes, I lie over him and seduce him; he pretends to be a silly little virgin trying to defend her chastity but I always win! And as I'm driving that big thing up his ass, I reach down and jack him off with my hand. But tonight, perhaps, it might be nice if we were really to reverse those roles-you know, you wear the thing and hump it up into me while I jack myself off, hmmm? Yes, that has a certain charm to it! My God, you have a lovely body! Those breasts, they make me wish that I had a perfectly huge cock, one long enough to ram in between them so I could fuck them and your mouth at the same time!"

Ruth understood that Jean was exciting herself through giving voice to the myriad possibilities open to them and she did not attempt to reply to any of those outrageous suggestions, though not one was unacceptable to her. It was better to listen to her ramblings, she thought, and to allow her body to respond of its own accord as Jean embroidered her fantasies. Ruth had long ago discovered that, all too often, a sexual fantasy was best left to the imagination; she had had the opportunity to work out several of her innermost desires and, without exception, she had found that contemplating some especially diverting act was more arousing than actually doing it.

Jim came back into the room bearing a tray of glasses and an ice bucket. A magnum of Dom Perignon rested in the ice bucket. He placed the tray and bucket beside a pile of pillows and reached into a low chest, bringing out a plastic packet of marijuana and papers. He rolled three joints, enough to get them all stoned blind, he said, and watched as Ruth advanced toward him. She seated herself on a pillow facing them-Jean sat down at his side-and leaned back, confident that her statuesque breasts would provide him with a stimulating view.

"I still can't get over how much you look like each other," she said. "Are you related perhaps? I've never seen anything quite like it before."

"Related? The closest," Jim said.

"Twins!" Jean added.

"Identical!" Jim concluded. "What do you make of that?"

"I can't believe it!" Ruth cried out. "It ... it would be like ... wait, I know what it would be like! There've been times, when I was making it with a really great person-say, maybe a guy-and it'd be so out of sight that all of a sudden I'd find myself wishing that he was a she, so I could have it both ways with the same person, sort of."

"I know exactly what you mean," Jean said, exhibiting that same mysterious hint of a smile which made her thin face so devastatingly attractive and sexy. "I've thought sometimes, when I was fucking with Jim, that it was very much like fucking myself, as though I'd somehow become divided in two and that the two parts of me were fucking each other while I was watching!"

"What a turn-on!" Ruth murmured. "God, the very thought is making me so horny I want to do it all, right now!"

Jim had been playing with the joints he had rolled and now he lit one, drawing deeply on it and then passing it to Jean, who sat close to his right hand. She took a long, deep hit and then passed the joint on to Ruth, who drew in as much smoke and air as she could. After handing the joint to Ruth, Jean gracefully stretched her tiny body out and arched her head down so that she could exhale on one of those magnificently rounded breasts which so excited her admiration. Ruth could feel the warm, wet air escaping from her friend's mouth and at that moment, the exhalation was every bit as arousing as a kiss would have been.

Jean continued to breathe down onto Ruth's big breasts, alternating her mouth from one to the other, while Ruth and Jim passed the joint back and forth. Within a very few moments Ruth felt her mind being lifted up onto a soft, billowy cloud of luxuriant ease; a curious lassitude spread throughout her body but at the same time she could feel her senses becoming incredibly sharper and more acute.

"God, that is such dynamite grass!" she whispered. "I feel ripped for good!"

"It's the wickedest shit I've seen in a long time," Jim said. "We got two bricks from this dealer in Manila; he said the thing that made it so deadly was that it was grown in what used to be an opium patch. I don't know about that, or even if the soil would make that much difference, but you've got to admit, it has a quality!"

Ruth could not deny that claim. She felt as though her feet were light years away from her head, with every other part of her body correspondingly distributed, but at the same time she remained acutely aware of every corpuscle within her body. Her pussy seemed to have grown into a gigantic, livid wound, intensely alive and pounding with sensitivity, and the pointed nipples atop her big breasts could as well have been Himalayan peaks.

"Balling with this stuff is like making it with' cocaine," Jean whispered. "You become so marvelously alive all over, just totally responsive. Mmmm, you'll love it when you feel Jim's cock going in; you'll think you're being fucked by a wild stallion! And the come! Darling Ruth, you can't imagine how powerful it feels when you feel his come raining down inside your cunt!"

"I'm sold," Ruth replied. "Ohhhh, am I ever! And you, I'll bet that your pussy will taste like the sweetest, most fragrant honey!"

Jean pulled away and reclaimed the joint, drawing in several deep drags before returning it to Jim, who finished it and washed the roach down with a draft of the golden champagne. Ruth sipped at her tulip glass and felt as though she could see each of the bubbles trickling down her own throat, cascading into her stomach where they exploded into tiny golden mushroom clouds of aromatic intoxication. She lay back, stretched and inhaled deeply.

Jean rose to her feet and slowly began undressing. Ruth watched with intense curiosity as she stripped off her jacket, vest and tie; every detail of the woman's suit was exactly like that of a, man, even down to the way the front of her shirt buttoned over. She unbuckled the belt holding her trousers up, unzipped the fly and stepped out of them. She wore a pair of mannish loafers with elegant gold buckles, along with socks that rose up over her calf, and when she had unbuttoned her shirt, Ruth saw that she wore only a pair of boy's jockey-type briefs underneath.

"If you're going to dress up," Jean said, "then I believe that you ought to go the entire route!"

"You could pass," Ruth said. "Someone might think you were a jockey, perhaps. I suppose you've been mistaken for a man?"

"We were out like this a couple of weeks ago and stopped by a bus station," Jean said. "I went into the men's room and pretended to be pissing at a urinal. Would you believe, this guy came up to me and offered to blow me, right there in the men's room? I was bellied up real close to the urinal, of course, and holding my hand down to disguise my lack of a prick, but it was real enough to get him turned on! Jim was there too, he saw it all!"

"No shit," Jim concurred. "What a turn-on! Honest, this dude just swished up and for a minute I thought he was going to rape her! Ohh, was he turned-on at the looks of her! He was wearing these really tight knit pants and you could see that he'd raised a tremendous hard-on, a real boner!"

"What did you do?" Ruth asked. She found Jean's account of her escapade to be highly exciting and wished that she could perform a similar feat. "Did you tell him you were a woman?"

"I dropped my voice down and told him that being sucked wasn't my bag," Jean said, giggling with happiness at the memory. "I told him that I'd like going down on him but he wasn't up for that; his thing was to suck off guys and jack off so he could come when they did. He wasn't at all attracted to Jim, oddly; I guess tall guys didn't do much for him."

"Incredible!" Ruth exclaimed. "You guys are just too much! Mmmm, I wish I could do something like that but I'd never pass, not with these boobs and the ass I've got!"

Once Jean had removed her shirt and stood before her naked, except for the briefs, Ruth saw that she had very small breasts, hardly more than a pair of exceptionally prominent nipples resting on miniscule but extremely firm mounds of ivory flesh. The nipples tapered out to needle-like points and had become quite dark, almost a deep shade of maroon, and they adequately testified to the fact that Jean was highly aroused. Ruth immediately thought of how exciting it would be if Jean were to kneel in front of her and use those provocative little breasts to stimulate her pussy; she invariably reacted strongly to having a woman tease her pussy's lips with her breasts or her pubic fur and she felt sure that Jean's stiff nipples would provide her hot slit with a fantastic kind of stimulation.

"No, no one would ever mistake you for what you are," Jean purred, looking down at her nakedness with rapidly growing desire. "Total woman, that's what you are! God, you're so beautiful, spread out there like that. I'm going to love fucking you, feeling you fuck me, doing all those things we both want so much!"