Chapter 1

Before his conscious mind had a chance to start nagging him about what a fool thing it was to do, Bob Hudson shucked off the last of his clothing and dove into the water. He heard a shriek of alarm from the bikini clad blonde beauty who until a moment before had thought she was enjoying the secluded natural pool alone, then the warm water was closing over him, cutting the sound off.

That water from the big hot spring above the pool felt delicious. It seemed almost as if his entire body had become a rigid penis and was diving into the warm welcome of a luscious vagina, like Bob felt certain that blonde Gloria Farnsworth's must be. Almost as delicious as Gloria's cunt, but not quite.

Then through the crystal clear spring water he saw Gloria's long, tapered legs not far ahead. Saw the skimpy patch of bright red cloth which just barely covered her luscious pussy, far less all her golden pubic hair. He went for it like a missile homing on its target.

Bob's head shot between her gorgeous, long legs. His feet touched the pool's sandy bottom. He straightened, shooting Gloria up out of the water astride his neck and shoulders. As his head came out of the water, her startled shriek blasted his eardrums as if she had kept it going continuously.

Laughing, Bob ducked sideways and forward, spilling her. Her shriek raised higher still, then was chopped off as she hit the water and it closed over her.

An instant later she surfaced, less than an arm's length away. Her ripe, full breasts thrust out invitingly toward him upon the surface of the pool, threatening to spill free of her skimpy bikini halter at any instant. Two prominent buttons stood out boldly in the flimsy material where her nipples were trying to thrust their way through it, rigid with sexual excitement.

Sight of those luscious breasts and rigid nipples sent tremors of wild excitement through Bob's taut belly muscles. Without a thought about what he was doing, one of Bob's .hands cupped and reached for them.

A startled expression flashed over Gloria's lovely face and froze as Bob's hand closed gently around one of her proud, full boobs. Yet she didn't move, although she protested, "Why, Mister Hudson! ... You shouldn't even be in here with me. At least not naked, like you are....Should you?"

"Sweetheart," Bob soothed, his voice little more than a whisper ... a rather breathless whisper ... yet sounding louder in the utter quiet of the surrounding forest, "you're my guest here at the I-C-Lazy-U Ranch."

"I know," Gloria nodded, sounding equally breathless.

"You're paying me ... or your husband is," Bob continued quietly, struggling against letting himself sound too breathless, "to help you relax completely. To really enjoy yourself."

"But-," the beautiful young Mrs. Farnsworth began, then seemed for a moment to forget what she'd been about to say, her wide-eyed gaze moving hesitantly downward. Below Bob's broad, well-muscled chest, her unsure eyes seemed to hesitate briefly where water level drew a transparent curtain across Bob's flat belly. Then her searching look moved on downward. And although Bob had succeeded to some extent in covering the breathlessness-of his voice, there simply was no way to disguise the breathless excitement of his rigid penis, standing out smartly at attention before him. Her wide eyes widened even more as they fixed upon it and held there a fascinated moment. Then she glanced up straight into Bob's eyes suddenly, resuming her protest, "but like this, Mister Hudson?"

"This is the only way many human tensions ever can be released," Bob assured her, fighting to keep his voice from trembling with excitement. "Haven't you ever heard of the super psychiatrist at Big Sur in California who has his students or patients get into a pool together for group therapy? He says shared nakedness is essential to finding growth beyond our individual hangups."

"Oh, yes," Gloria nodded, the fixed, startled look in her beautiful eyes abruptly changing into an expression of eager agreement. "I've heard of that technique of group therapy ... Do you know about that?"

Bob grinned, then nodded as he murmured, "This may be the backwoods of Montana, but even here we enjoy regular mail service. And the mail brings the latest books and magazines."

Gloria gave him a tentative little smile and still made no move to draw her luscious breasts away from the hand Bob was keeping cupped around it. She glanced down at the water demurely as she suggested, "But at those Big Sur sessions, aren't the husband and wife always together in the same group so whatever either of them does with anyone else is done-openly?" She glanced up, then added, "Like with their marriage partner's full knowledge and consent?"

Bob nodded. "I believe that's right. But those are people who are really married. People who have lived together long enough and with enough success to make at least some of the necessary, basic adjustments characteristic of marriage ... Have you done that? Do you feel married?"

Gloria stared at him with a sudden look of distress, then whispered, "How did you know?"

"You don't have the relaxed, happy look a girl on her honeymoon should have," Bob told her gently. "That's why I felt you needed help. When your young groom left you alone and went off with my wife and the others on that trail ride this morning, I realized it was my duty as your host to help you-if you'd trust me enough to let me."

Somewhere inside Bob's head a skeptical small voice demanded, How far do you think you'd get selling that story to the membership committee or the disciplinary board of your American Guest Ranchers' Association? They'd kick you out so fast and hard you'd bounce if you tried handing them anything that flimsy as an excuse for hanky-pankying with a guest! But he instantly clapped a muzzle on that inner voice. What AGRA didn't know wouldn't hurt it and what members wouldn't buy was unimportant right now. All that mattered was whether this luscious Gloria could be seduced into buying it.

Toward that end, Bob suddenly suggested, "Why don't you slip out of all those clothes you're wearing? You'll feel less inhibited, more natural and free and ready to release your hangups and communicate if you're in a natural state. Ready to receive the caresses your whole nervous and emotional system needs, without artificial restrictions and limitations which clothing creates."

"Do you really think so, Mister Hudson?" she murmured.

"Trust me," Bob urged softly.

"Oh, I do!" she exclaimed. "More every minute!"

Suiting action to words, she raised her hands behind her back, released the skimpy bikini halter's ties, pulled it away and sent it floating. Looking happily free and joyful, her ripely full breasts thrust out proudly naked upon the surface of the pool before her.

Appreciatively, Bob's eyes widened and he gulped, trying to relieve a sudden tense constriction that gripped his throat. As he fought that, she caught her thumbs in the top of her bikini panties and shucked them free of their precarious grip upon her lower hips. There was a flash of luscious white bottom and of long, tapered legs. Then the remainder of the bikini went flying to land upon the water near the halter. The bits of cloth created two spots of bright color as they floated slowly away upon the crystal clear water.

Trying not to sound breathless, Bob suggested, "Doesn't that feel better?"

She gave him a wide-eyed look of surprise, then nodded as she murmured, "It really does. Maybe that Big Sur technique really does work."

"Of course it works," Bob assured her. "Believe it. Try it." He raised both his hands and cupped both her breasts. Instantly the startled look was back in her eyes. But Bob soothed, "You like that, don't you? You feel a need to be touched. Caressed. And to touch and caress. That's all a vital part of the technique."

Then he moved his hands to her armpits and drew his fingertips forward from there, stroking the swelling sides of her delicious breasts from their roots to their very tips, those excitedly rigid nipples. The startled expression began to fade from her eyes again. He said, "You may be feeling surprised at yourself, but you're discovering that you feel like you'd like to touch me, too. Like to caress me. To reciprocate by touch the pleasure I'm giving you so it will become mutual pleasure. Isn't that true?"

In answer, her hand suddenly closed upon the rigidness of Bob's eager penis. She blushed and looked away briefly, but did not release her grip upon him. She began stroking his hardness caressingly, then still blushing raised her eyes with visible effort and looked back into his face as she murmured, "I guess I have more hangups than I realized."

"Most of us do," Bob encouraged.

"I do enjoy touching your-," she broke off, glancing away, then looked back, finishing, "touching you. And having you touch me. But because I do enjoy it ... it embarrasses me."

"Let yourself go," Bob told her. "Give yourself over to sensation. Let our bodies commune and communicate. You'll forget everything else."

And if to illustrate, he ended that forward stroke along her ripe breasts by suddenly catching both nipples lightly between thumbs and forefingers. He gave them a gentle pull, bringing a small gasp of pleasure from Gloria.

Her hand began stroking and caressing his rigid penis a little faster. He drew his caressing fingertips forward along her luscious breasts again and again caught the excited nipples for a gently squeezing pull. Another pleasure-filled gasp came from her.

As he suddenly released the nipples, letting them snap back, and moved his hands back to her armpits to begin another long, caressing stroke, she surprised him. She stopped stroking his penis abruptly, gripped it firmly and brought the head of it into the juicy warm caress of her vulva's slippery lips. Bob gasped with pleasure this time.

Gloria smiled, beginning to relax, beginning obviously to take his advice and give herself over to sensation. She began moving the head of his penis up and down in that warm nest of hers, obviously caressing her clitoris with it.

Suddenly she murmured, "God, but you feel good to me!"

"I'm glad," Bob admitted with a gentle smile, riding the heady waves of his own mounting sea of sensation. His belly was a-tremble with his growing hunger to drive that rigid spike of his to its roots in her juicy, warm lusciousness. But long experience had taught him how greatly those delights can be intensified by denying them temporarily, by holding off that matchless moment of coupling until the natural urge grows into an overpowering compulsion. And so he was willing to wait awhile longer and let his treasure of sensation continue to grow.

Suddenly she surprised him by saying, "I guess I've had kind of a fear of a man's penis for a long time without ever realizing it before."

"What?" he asked involuntarily.

"In high school and college I had a thing about not wanting to let any boy get his penis into me," she explained breathlessly. "About wanting to save that part of myself just for the man I married. I fought guys off more than once when they didn't want to settle just for oral sex. A few times I was scared to death before they finally gave up, finally agreed to settle for a head job. But now I am married and I've reacted the same to him: been scared to death and just gone ape, every time my Ransom's tried to make love to me. He's a pro football player, as you know, and instead of looking like a lover coming to me, he's looked like he must look to an enemy lineman he's trying to throw a block into. I've crawled under the bed, thrown furniture, locked myself in the bathroom-anything, just to get away."

"I'm beginning to understand why he went off on the trail ride this morning without you," Bob admitted. "That would be hard on any man's ego."

"What about me?" Gloria demanded indignantly. "I've been worried sick that maybe I was frigid, or something." She softened. "But the way I'm responding to you, here, I know now that's impossible. And you probably have no idea what a relief it is."

"I'm here to help," Bob murmured piously.

"Oh, you have!" Gloria exclaimed with a gusty sigh. "You probably have no idea! Right now I'm just aching to-." She broke off, glancing away demurely, again blushing. Then her head straightened and she looked back at him with sudden resolution, declaring frankly, "I'm just aching to have you deep inside me. And I think now the reason Ransom's never made me feel this way is because I'm completely inexperienced with that kind of sex. And my big sweetie's been too eager. I needed for him to be gentle and patient with me, like you've been doing. That would have excited me, instead of scaring me."

Bob smiled wryly and said, "It's unfortunate, but a great majority of men apparently believe there are only two requirements in order to be a great lover ... having a penis large enough to belong to a stud horse ... and using it with the same ruthless lack of sensitivity of a bull breeding a cow."

"If they only knew!" Gloria exclaimed, her voice coming in sharp gasps. She began making little thrusting movements with her hips against his hardness as she stroked her clitoris faster with it. Abruptly she added, "God, I'm so hot I feel like I might just-vaporize. I guess I really ought to stop this, now that I realize what my problem's been. Ought to bring my sweetie out here later and try this technique you've shown me with him."

Alarm jangled through Bob Hudson's six-foot, two-inch frame, jangled through every cell making up the one-hundred, eighty-five pounds of him: this blonde goodie was about to get away. But he was wise enough not to panic and grab at her or anything as foolish as that.

Instead he said smoothly, "You've built up a terrific charge of sexual tension. Do you think some oral loving might help relieve it?"

Her face became radiant with an expression of excited hopefulness. She exclaimed, "Would it ever! Do you know about-I mean, how to-I mean, oral sex? I mean, I just supposed your living way out here in the country, maybe you'd never even-."

Bob interrupted, chuckling, "I'm strictly a drugstore cowboy."

"Oh?" she exclaimed.

He nodded. "Grew up in California. Worked years as an account executive for one of the major ad agencies on Madison Avenue. (So I have plenty of sucking experience.) Spent a vacation on a dude ranch up here. Heard the call of the wild; wanted to get away from the tensions and grind of the rat race permanently. So five years ago we bought this place and started learning to help other people get rid of their tensions and hangups. Temporarily, at least."

"You have wonderful hands for it," Gloria murmured, sounding like she thought this was a treatment Bob gave every female guest staying at the ranch.

But he didn't bother informing her of her eminence as the first ever to receive such therapy. Instead he casually gestured shoreward, toward an inviting bed of thick, green grass near the edge of the wall of underbrush which created a natural screen around the secluded pool, suggesting, "You may have learned things about oral sex during your college experiences that I don't know. If you find that's the case, I'll take it as a real favor if you'd-you know-wise me up."

"Oh, my pleasure, if you don't mind!" she exclaimed.

Bob wasted no more time. Quickly he swept her up in his arms and started wading ashore as a rippling laugh of pleased excitement came from her. As she went, he found the nipple of one of her beautiful breasts thrusting up directly before his mouth. He opened his lips and sucked it into them greedily. A gasp of sharp pleasure came gusting out of Gloria and her arms tightened with sudden fierceness around his neck and head, pulling his mouth against the breast hard. As he waded on, sucking and licking hungrily, she bent her head to nibble at his ear, then murmured raggedly, "You have such a wonderful mouth, too! I have my doubts if there's going to be anything I can teach you, lover."

A moment later Bob laid her down upon the carpet of grass near the screening underbrush. He bent over her without releasing her nipple from his lips and began teasing the other one between thumb and fingers of his hand; her rising moan clearly showed he had heightened the sensation his mouth had been given her.

Then he switched nipples for several minutes; moan after moan came from her as he sucked and licked with his mouth and pulled and caressed with his fingers. But there were other worlds to explore. He released the delicious nipple after a time and began kissing his way downward across her upper belly.

At the navel he paused, caressing it with the tip of his tongue. Then he kissed his way on downward, following a zig-zag course over her taut lower belly. By the time he reached the upper fringe of her soft, golden pubic hair, her breath was running in and out of her in noisy, ragged gasps.

Bob moved around between her legs then, and she opened her soft, white thighs to him without hesitation. As she pulled her feet toward her buttocks, raising her knees, the temptation flashed through his mind to mount her then and there and have it done with. But he pushed the temptation back; he had every intention of mounting her, of driving the hardness of his penis to its roots in her belly's hot deliciousness, but not until she reached a pitch of passion that would make her beg him to do it. It was always better that way. The quality of sensation it gave him was always better, the prospects for repeated return engagements as frequent as he desired were better, and all other possible consequences were better. Long ago he had discovered that patience was the key word to success in his every contact with a woman, and especially in all things sexual.

So he bent his head and kissed one upraised knee. From there he kissed his way leisurely downward along her tender inner thigh. As he worked his way nearer the dewy nest of golden down where her soft thighs merged into her lower body, he began alternating his kisses with long, caressing strokes of his tongue, licking hungrily over the sweet, sensitive, velvet of her inner thigh.

Finally he lowered his mouth upon the feverish lips of her steaming vulva. She moaned as if in anguish. A wave of electric excitement was triggered in him, involuntary muscle spasms made his rigid penis jerk and throb almost as if he was on the brink of orgasm.

As that threatening surge of sensation subsided within him, he dipped his tongue into the mouth of her vagina. Instantly her whole lower belly tensed and swelled, her muscles there knotted as hard as rock; an even sharper cry than before tore itself from somewhere deep inside her. He thrust his tongue into her as far as he could make it reach beyond his lips. That brought another cry of anguished pleasure from her. Her hands grabbed him by the hair of his head, as if determined to hold him where he was, threatening to smother him against her hungry pussy.

He gasped for breath as best he could and kept on licking and sucking at her vagina while he searched with the tip of his nose for her clitoris. Abruptly a great sighing gasp gushed out of her, her hands released their demanding grip upon his hair, and he knew he had nosed out that ultimate target.

Before she could grab his hair again, he shifted his mouth upward; his lips and tongue found her tiny, rigid clitoris. A cry more anguished than any she previously had uttered came out of her as he began gently sucking and licking that tiny shaft. In response to her passionate reactions, he felt his own lower belly and loins burning with trembling anticipation. Now her hands flew upward to grab her own golden hair, her fingers twisting and writhing in it.

Then her feverish thighs began to close upon his head as she brought her feet suddenly off the ground, obviously intending to cross them above his back and lock her legs tightly together with him her captive. But Bob had been watching for the signs and jerked his head clear, pulling back and away before her intended hold could capture him. Sounding almost terrified, she protested, "Oh, God! Don't stop!"

But Bob stretched himself upon the grass beside her, his own passion riding him so hard his breath came and went with panting sounds as if he had been running. Then she was moving. She appeared almost frantic as she mounted him, her luscious breasts dangling in his face. He caught them between his palms, pressed them together, and sucked both nipples into his feverish mouth, bringing a groan out of her.

Then her hand closed impatiently upon his hardness and began guiding it toward her inexperienced vulva as her hips settled toward him. He felt those hungry lower lips of hers find, then grip the head of his penis. Then she thrust on downward, driving him into the warm depths of her. As he always did, Bob felt a rush of amazement at the indescribable goodness of the feeling of that first deep thrust into a woman.

He began an almost frantic series of licking strokes between the rigid nipples as he sucked them. Another shuddering groan broke from Gloria's taut lips. Then her hips began a series of short pumping strokes, moving slowly, tentatively, cautiously exploring this unfamiliar coupling.

She soon found there was no unexpected pain waiting to mar her pleasure, no need for her excessive caution. Glands the entire length of her excited vaginal sheath were pouring out a continuing flood of lubricating fluids, creating a slippery coat over his entire penis as well as throughout her vulva and vagina, thus eliminating all but the delicious friction they both so frevently desired.

Suddenly she thrust down hard against him, abruptly driving his hardness back deep within her. Another long, moaning Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h! came tautly out of her. Then she didn't move for a moment, her lower body remaining locked tightly against his, her breath going and coming in ragged gasps.

Finally she began moving her hips again, beginning a series of long outward strokes and hard inward thrusts. All the time a low, almost continuous groan was coming out of her, rising, then falling, then rising again.

Under her, Bob Hudson was almost frantically licking and sucking at her luscious breasts and answering her hard downward thrusts with abrupt upward thrusts of his hips off the ground, waves of sensation building within him, higher and then yet higher.

Her thrusts became harder, either with growing confidence or with mounting passion. Bob Hudson knew not which, nor did he care. He was being swept along in a mounting flood of delightful sensation which was mounting steadily toward an intensity that bordered on actual pain.

He realized the tempo of her thrusts was steadily becoming faster and yet faster; felt certain the heat of her growing lust was flaming higher and still higher. Then he heard her gasping, as if her lungs were filled with fire and had no room for the breath she needed as she groaned, "Oh, God-! So long-! I've waited so long to feel this-! I never dreamed this could feel so much better-than any other way!"

Bob began pulling her nipples, stretching them as he sucked and licked. Her moaning rose to a continuing, wavering cry. Her thrusts against him began to come so hard and fast their bare bellies made an audible slap each time they came together, each time she drove his penis into her hungry depths.

Bob felt the delicious, almost painful tension climbing toward the danger point within him. He struggled, trying to turn his thoughts away from the sensation and thus check its imminent rise, trying to control it until she blasted off for the outer space of orgasm.

Then he felt an electric-like flash go through her grasping vaginal sheath so frantically clutching his penis. It was like a brilliant flash of lightning signaling the coming crash of thunder. The thunder caught up every muscle throughout her entire lower belly and pelvic area; Bob felt them all begin to strain and struggle, milking desperately away at his penis thrust deep within them with sharp, demanding pulsations. He heard a long, rising, anguished sounding wail wrung from Gloria by the throes of her orgasm.

Then all that was pushed into the dim distance as Bob's own orgasmic storm broke. His penis throbbed and geysered, deep within the warmth of its delicious haven. His ears were filled with groans and gasps that tore themselves from his own throat as delicious torrents of sensation threatened to sweep him over the brink into the gulf of excruciating pain.

When the long storm of ecstasy finally passed, Gloria collapsed upon Bob and they lay there gasping. After their breathing began to quiet, Bob whispered, "Think that was as good as oral sex?"

Gloria groaned, then protested, "Don't remind me. When I think about all I've missed, I could kill myself! I believed that propaganda about oral sex being best."

"Just proves you can't believe all they teach you at a university," Bob told her with a little chuckle. Then he tensed his belly muscles abruptly, causing his penis to jerk deep within her. A startled gasp came from her.

She murmured, "I can't believe it!"

"Believe what?"

Wonderingly she whispered, "It still feels good. After all that, it still feels like I could enjoy-more."

"You'd better," he told her. "You've got a new husband to housebreak and a whole lifetime ahead of you."

She was silent for a moment, then she murmured, "Do you really think I can ever teach Ransom to make it that good for me? Maybe he and I just aren't right for each other, after all?"

"That all depends on how good a teacher you are," Bob told her. "No man in the history of the human race ever became a good lover unless some wise woman taught him. And that's not easy, even for a woman who's wise enough. Because most men are such stupes, the only way a woman can teach them anything is by being so subtle they never realize she's teaching them. Male ego is a lot like a badly spoiled child, in a majority of cases. Think you're up to it?"

After a thoughtful silence, Gloria said, "I guess I'll have to try. But I know I'll need more sessions with you, doctor. You ought to have a place at Big Sur. You're the most!"