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HM-115 School For Orgies By Paula Fuller

INTRODUCTION

At the age of twenty-four, Penny was bored.  She was bored with
her job, her home life, and even the men she knew.  She was
looking for adventure and a more exciting kind of male companion.
 She thought she saw such a male in Paul Lagarde, who had a
reputation as one of the world's greatest lovers.  Unfortunately
for Penny, what Paul really turned out to be was a manipulative
man.

What is a manipulative man? The subject is discussed at length by
Ben Bursten, M.D., in an article entitled "Manipulative Men:
Their Sexual Attitudes," published in the April, 1973, issue of
Medical Aspects of Human Sexuality.  Dr.  Bursten is chief of the
Psychiatry Section of the Veterans Administration Hospital in
West Haven, Connecticut, and associate clinical professor of
psychiatry at the Yale University School of Medicine.  Among
other things, he says:

"The manipulative personality is incapable of sincere love and
affection.  This feature is basic to his need to have
relationships where he can put things over on other people.  We
psychoanalysts refer to this basic personality orientation as
narcissistic.  Narcissistic people relate to others largely as
extensions of themselves.

They tend to over-idealize others as sources of immense power
which will rub off on them.  When reality sets in and the other
person proves disappointing, they become furious and they devalue
and discard him.  At other times, narcissists look to others for
reflections of their own glory.  They are yes people, ever in
need of admiration.  The narcissistic personality is essentially
self-centered.  He is incapable of seeing other people as persons
in their own right.  He cannot be considerate of others because
he is too centered in himself.  Other people are used chiefly to
enhance the narcissist's sense of his own importance and
well-being.

'Within the large group of narcissistic personality types, the
manipulative personality has his particular method of enhancing
his own image of himself.  This method involves the contempt and
exhilaration of putting something over.  Basically, he is haunted
by a strong sense of worthlessness.  When this feeling threatens
to become conscious, he finds it intolerable precisely because of
his intense narcissistic need to be admired.  He disavows the
sense of worthlessness in himself and sees it in others instead a
defense mechanism we call 'projection.' This accounts for his
contempt-for other people.  Having thus rid himself of the
feelings of worthlessness and the accompanying sense of shame,
his pride is restored; he feels admired and exhilarated.  By
constantly putting things over on others, he is able to fortify
his projected contempt for the 'sucker' and his pride in his own
accomplishment.  This method of reinforcing his narcissism
explains why putting something over is a
  central impetus for his manipulations it is a central feature
of his way of relating to people." This may not sound like an
accurate description of Paul Lagarde at first.  Certainly, Penny
does not recognize him as a narcissist and manipulative
personality.  But his vanity soon becomes apparent, and that is
the chief clue.

Penny finds herself fascinated by Paul and intrigued by his
sexual theories after one short visit to his home.  She accepts
his invitation to spend the weekend on his island and discovers
it's a "sexual paradise" where every type of sex activity is
carried out by those who happen to be on the right list.  There
are two categories of people on the island: Paul's invited
guests, and his sex subjects.  The guests include businessmen,
wealthy women, politicians and influential men and women from all
walks of life.  The sex subjects are primarily his trainees or
graduates from his sex school.  There are also others who are
participating to pay back debts they owe Paul-in many cases via
their children.

The guests are pampered by the subjects, indulging in and acting
out every sexual fantasy a guest may enjoy.  Penny herself is put
in the special category of restricted guest, since she is kept
for a time from having intercourse with any of the male subjects.
 Paul has other things in mind for her, and it is only gradually
that she learns what they are.

The reader, of course, will become aware before Penny does that
she is being manipulated, just like the other guests.  Some of
them never do learn that Paul is a master narcissist that they
are being manipulated just as much his subjects are.  That is
Paul's vital secret, the one he must protect at all costs.

CHAPTER ONE

Donna sucked the small, hard pecker into her mouth, swished it
from cheek to cheek with her tongue, tickled the tip with the tip
of her tongue and sucked some more.  All this while her hand,
buried between the mounds of his sweaty, flabby buttocks, played
enticingly with his asshole.

Penny watched intently from the other bed, amazed at Donna's
perseverance and patience with the fat man, who reminded her of a
giant white whale, the way he was lying there naked.  She
wondered if he'd ever come.

Donna danced her tongue up his mountainous belly and tried to get
the little dick between the lips of her soft, warm cunt, knowing
how much he wanted it there.  But his huge belly prevented her
from even getting it close.  She continued the tongue trip up his
stomach to his nipples and sucked on them while her beautiful
body moved sensuously over his flab, firm tits pressed into soft
blubber and shapely legs playing between his while he lay there
motionless.

"Mmmmmm, you're so soft and warm," she cooed.

"I'll fuck the ass off you," he groaned back, fighting to
maintain his dignity in spite of the depressing performance he
was giving.

"Mmmmmm, you're sexy," she purred.  "Kiss my pussy and I'll make
you come like never before." Without waiting for an answer, she
positioned herself over his head, facing his stomach, then
lowered her ass close to his face and stopped so he could view
her backside, between her legs and up her stomach, where his
vision would end at the perfectly shaped breasts.  She could feel
his hot, puffing breath on her legs, her ass and finally her cunt
as she carefully lowered herself on his drooling mouth.

The sight and smell of her in this position set off sparks in his
balls.  He spread the smooth, matched globes of flesh and poked
the buttonhole with a finger.  She wiggled for him, which drove
him mad with desire.  He licked the little bud and tried to get a
finger in while her fingers reached down and began toying with
his cock, her ass wiggling invitingly on his finger.  Saliva
oozed from the corners of his mouth at the prospect of this tasty
morsel.  He buried his lips in the soft triangle of hair and she
went a little wild, encouraging him on.  He sucked and licked the
moist, hot lips, then parted them with the tip of his tongue and
drove the slippery slab of meat up into the depths of her,
sipping the nectar from the velvet walls.

On the other bed, Penny gasped, choking off a moan of delight. 
The scene was getting her all mushy between the legs.  She
certainly didn't want to do anything to kill Donna's chances of
bringing him to a climax.  After all, this wasn't her means of
support and it was Donna's.  Penny just come along for the thrill
of playing prostitute for a night-she certainly didn't need the
money.  As it turned out, Penny had satisfied her partner in
fifteen minutes, was paid, saw him out, and returned to watch
Donna struggle to bring "Fatso" to a climax.  Even as an amateur
prostitute, Donna was far more experienced than Penny thought her
twice-a-week practice could make her.  But then Penny never gave
much thought to satisfying a man-she only thought of her own
pleasure.  That was probably the difference, she decided.  Poor
little rich kid.  And what's more, she wanted that tongue-licking
that Donna was enjoying so much.  Wanted it, needed it, and was
determined to get it.

Donna just sat on his face, luxuriating in the pause that put him
to work for a while, and simply clutched his pecker in her fist
to keep it stiff.  She noticed that every time she wiggled her
ass there was a faint throb of excitement in his "pimple," so she
used the wiggle to reward him when he did something she liked.

Meanwhile, he was going out of his mind with all the sensations
she lavished on him: ass in his face, tits on his belly, hand on
his cock and the complete freedom to do anything to her body he
wanted-but at the same time he was nagged by the frustration of
not coming.  His tongue swirled around the honey-lined walls of
her cunt, his nose was buried in her asshole, and his eyes were
filled with the soft, smooth round cheeks of ass-flesh; all his
daily daydreams brought to life at once and be couldn't come! The
pain in his bails, which held the hot lava that screamed to get
out, was getting unbearable.  He tore the globes of ass-flesh
apart, tongued her tight buttonhole, shot back to her cunt, then
back to her ass, in feverish succession, trying to explode the
come from his balls by violently penetrating her body with his
tongue.  It only built up more pressure in his balls and he was
sure they'd blow out like a pricked balloon.

Donna had a wild orgasm in the process, losing herself to the
striking snake that one minute reamed her ass and the next minute
swept into the depths of her stomach.  She desperately tried to
catch it in either place, to lock in the sensation while she had
the orgasm, but the slippery serpent always wormed its way out
and plunged into the other opening.  A different thrill swept up
to her brain each time, sending chills through her body.

"Ohhh, man, you're too much," she sighed, melting with
exhaustion.

"Make me come.  Please make me come," he whimpered helplessly.

"After that, I'll set that stick of dynamite off with a blast
you'll never forget," she answered his plea, almost forgetting
that he was paying for the privilege.

Penny was squirming and grinding her own itching cunt into a
pillow she'd stuffed between her legs.  But now she saw her
opening.  Donna was getting off him and Penny was determined to
have that tongue.  She quickly stood up between the beds and
caught his eye, then ran her hands sensuously over her breasts
and down her stomach to the damp bush, eyeing him longingly,
tantalizing him with her dancing fingertips.  He was intrigued
with the sight of her finger plunging into her own sex pot.

"Mmmmm, I wish I had a man like you to lick me like that," she
teased.

Donna was beautiful, but Penny was a goddess and it was easy to
get him to take notice in his hour of desperation.

"You hold him down, Penny, while I give him a Hawaiian blow job,"
Donna said with a wink.

What's a Hawaiian blow job, Penny thought, but didn't waste any
time on the unanswered question.  She quickly straddled his face
while Donna scurried to the bathroom and returned with a glass of
warm water.  The victim hadn't even realized Donna had left the
room, because his whole attention was focused on the milk-white
skin above him.  This was an orgasm just to see, he thought-a
living, marble statue, without a blemish or mark anywhere.  And a
fragrance more delicious than a sizzling steak, he thought.  He
could feel Donna's hand on his cock again, but right now
preferred to devour Penny with his eyes.  He spread her cheeks
and gazed at the little sunburst there with the amazement of a
little boy seeing his first.  He licked it, licked the smooth
balls of flesh, the crack, the sunburst again and then the moist
lips of her honey-jar with the slow, tasting licks of a man who
appreciates good food.

Donna positioned herself between his legs, gently massaging his
stiff organ, while she watched and waited for Penny to get her
share of the slippery tongue.  Penny smiled at her, then closed
her eyes dreamily as she felt the tingle of his first penetration
into the rear entrance-a slow, wicked penetration of wet, living
meat delving into her tongue-virgin anus.  She opened herself and
helped the invading tongue to reach the depths of her tight
tunnel by sucking it in with the strong muscles there.  Then it
slid out and she groaned when it slithered between her longing,
drooling cunt-lips and crept into the depths of her stomach.

Meanwhile, Donna kept track of the increasing tempo, throbbing
cock, gasping cunt and tingling asshole.  When all three pulsed
faster and faster, she took the glass of warm water and filled
her mouth with as much as she could hold.  Penny was reaching the
peak, with gurgling, animal sounds coming from deep in her
throat, and Donna decided it was now or never.  She pressed her
tight lips to the head of his penis, holding in the warm water by
carefully forcing the cock into her mouth like a cork.  Penny
screeched with delight as she experienced her first orgasm with
his tongue locked in the tight grip of her rectum.  Then she
reached her second climax, this time letting his tongue go free
from the grasp of her cunt.

"Aaaahhhh, " the giant whale bellowed as the sensation of his
prick entering the wall of warm water reached his brain.  Donna's
lips tightly gripped the base of the shaft.  Warm water trickled
out of the sides of her mouth and down his balls, while his cock
was held suspended in water.

He came!

Shooting his come into a mouth of water was a sensation he'd
never experienced before.  And with each blast of cream, a stream
of the warm liquid trickled down his balls to the crack of his
ass, jerking his balls into a knot and making him fire again. 
And again.  And again ...

When they were finally alone in the hotel room, Donna talked
Penny into sharing a shower with her.  Penny was reluctant, but
went along with the idea when Donna started making fun of her
puritan upbringing.  They were both naked anyway, Penny thought
so why not?

"You're all uptight, Penny," Donna said, as they stood facing
each other with the needles of hot water on Penny's back.  "I'm
not queer or anything.  Honest.  It's just more fun for two
people in a shower than it is alone.  Shit, we used to have a
ball in the dorm, oh, I forgot, the schools you went to had
private baths."

"Okay, knock off the 'rich kid' crap."

"Sure, but you'll never be your own person if you insist on
living with all those hang-ups."

They switched places and Penny started to soap herself down. 
"You seem to enjoy the work you're doing," she said, changing the
subject.

"Not really.  I enjoy balling with guys I like, but not with the
customers."

"You could have fooled me, the way you worked on Fatty," Penny
commented.

"Shit, I worked my ass off until he started that tongue
treatment, and I don't have to tell you what that felt like.  But
other than that and the fact that it was a challenge getting that
little pimple of his to work, I can think of other things I'd
rather be doing."

"That's the trouble, sex is getting to be a bore."

"Don't tell Kate that.  She met a Frenchman who's supposed to be
out of this world."

"Please, not another 'Super Dick.' I'm tired of trying these
studs who are supposed to be the living end.  Usually they're
egomaniacs who put on a show, and not even a good show."

"Turnaround and I'll soap your back."

Reluctantly Penny turned, but didn't like the idea.  It was
either turn or get more criticism, so she turned.  The feel of
girl-fingers on her back gave Penny a chill, it was weird, she
thought, how another girl's touch made her feel more feminine
than ever.  Not sexual, she kept telling herself.  Just more
feminine.  Then Donna paused to lather up her hand again and
Penny thought she was finished.  She flushed pink all over when
Donna's fingers came back, this time on her ass.  The slow,
dainty motions on her sensitive derriere activated the juices in
her pussy and left her speechless.  Donna's fingers didn't miss a
spot, either.  A soapy finger even popped into the tight opening
and went in about the length of a knuckle.

"Now you soap me," Donna's voice broke the spell.

They changed places again and while Penny rinsed off the suds
from her back she trembled all over, almost dropping the soap
trying to lather her hand for Donna's back.  She tried not to let
Donna know that this whole thing was having an effect on her, but
by the time she reached the bikini line, where the color of
Donna's skin was so much whiter, she was sure her trembling hand
was noticeable.  She took a deep breath and tried to return the
same gentle strokes she had received.  This whole idea was making
her lightheaded and dizzy, but she continued.  Finally she
reached the finger-in-the-buttonhole point, paused and entered,
just up to the knuckle.

"Mmmmmm, shove it all the way up, Pen.  I love having my ass
invaded."

Penny followed her instructions and ran her soapy finger all the
way up the dark tunnel, somewhat surprised how easy the soap made
it to penetrate the tight opening.  She twisted her finger and
Donna squeezed it with the strong muscles there.

"Pop it out fast, mmmmmm, that's it great! Now, wasn't that fun?"
Donna asked, passing her again to rinse off.

Is that it, Penny wondered, as she watched Donna's pixie
movements under the spray.  Is that all?

Nothing sexual, of course, but it's over just when it starts to
be fun.

"I went to an all-girl school," Donna chatted as though it was
nothing, "and we did this all the time.  Front and back.  Best
thing for your nerves.  Really relaxes you, especially if you can
finish with an orgasm."

"I, I've never tried it, before."

"There's nothing like humping away with some guy you're really
flipped over.  But those guys are few and far between.  And a man
can get his jollies dry-humping in a crowded subway, so why
shouldn't girls get their jollies?"

"Sounds like you're giving a speech for women's lib."

"Not really.  But why not? Just as long as it's not trying to do
away with men, I'll go along with it.  How about you want your
front soaped?"

"Why not?"

Donna smiled and took the soap.  "You've got a great body, Penny.
 Don't let it go to waste through boredom.  Talk to Kate Ryan
about that Frenchman."

But by now Penny's thoughts were swimming with the sensation of
slithering fingers on her breasts, then her own fingers on
Donna's breast, hard nipples quivering in her palm, a gentle hand
oozing between her legs, toying, teasing at her panting
cunt-lips..  Penny hesitated before delving into the mystery of
Donna's bush.  She'd never touched another girl there.  She moved
cautiously.  But it was all a pleasant softness.  The two girls
probed each other with their fingers, while their free hands ran
freely over the other's body, each having a dreamy orgasm.

On the way back to Donna's apartment, on New York's fashionable
East Side, Penny began questioning her about Kate's friend.

"I really don't know that much about him," Donna admitted.  "Kate
talks about him all the time, but it confuses me.  As I
understand it, he's the greatest lover in town-but get this, Kate
hasn't gone to bed with him yet!"

"Then how the hell does she know he's the best stud around?"

"Well, as I understand it, he doesn't just climb in the sack and
slip it to you; he actually spends weeks preparing you for the
act."

"Forget it!"

"I'm just telling you what Kate told me.  However, after this
training you're supposed to be conditioned to really enjoy sex
for the rest of your life."

"Now I've heard everything."

"I really wish you had talked to Kate about this.  There must be
something to the whole thing, because I've met other girls who
rave about him, too."

"What's his name?"

"Paul Lagarde.  He's American, actually.  They just call him 'the
Frenchman' because of his reputation and name."

"Never heard of him.  And I'm sure in my circle of friends the
word would be out if the world's greatest lover was in town."

"Sure, " Donna dropped into silence, annoyed at Penny's attitude
about the whole thing.  It wasn't like she was trying to sell her
something, Donna thought.  Just trying to be helpful.

CHAPTER TWO

Penny stretched out naked on the lounge in her bedroom, trying to
relax and forget her boredom.

Her reflection in the mirrored wall across the room caught her
attention and she smiled at the thought that some guy would go
bananas looking up her legs, belly, and tits from that angle. 
Then, watching the mirror and imagining she was seeing the scene
through the eyes of a man, she ran her long slender fingers
around and over the fully developed breasts, tantalizing "him."
Nipples quivered invitingly.  One hand massaged the spark there
into a flame while the index finger of her other hand traced a
path down to the bush between her legs.  She opened her legs
wider, to give "him" a view of the passionate cunt that itched
with emptiness.  Her finger toyed with, then entered, the tunnel
of love ...

The door opened without warning and her brother's head popped in.
 "Hey, Pen, " was all he said, then he gaped wide-eyed and
grinned knowingly.  She flushed with the embarrassment of being
caught with a finger in the honey jar.

"Don't you ever knock?" She recovered nicely, slipping her finger
out, and casually switched to a scratching of the area, then
clasped her hands innocently on her stomach.

Steve walked to the foot of the lounge and eyed her closely. 
"Why didn't you call me? I'm horny as a bastard, too, Sunday
mornings are always bad," he said, admiring her body.

"I need a man, not my kid brother," she sighed, knowing the
challenge would be met with enthusiasm.

Steve walked along the side of the couch, ran his hand up her leg
with a teasing slowness, circled the triangle of hair with a
finger and moved up her stomach to tease her tight nipples.

"Then close your eyes and pretend," he suggested.  "Or maybe you
enjoy playing with yourself more than the real thing."

She grabbed the lump in his pants, squeezed it gently and said,
"It's too late for that.  Can't let my baby brother walk around
town with a big bulge in his jeans."

Steve started to strip and Penny turned on her side to watch.  At
twenty-two he was handsome and lean; spoiled, too, she thought,
only she was two years ahead of him.  She stared admiringly at
his big, stiff cock as he finished undressing.

My kid brother is nicely hung, she said to herself.  And it's a
pleasure to see a good set of balls hanging at the base of a
husky mate organ instead of shriveled-up prunes.

When Steve finished undressing he strolled over to the lounge and
looked over his sister's charms.

There was no rushing or impatience in his approach.  He just
stood next to her, clenched fists resting on his hips, and
contemplated his assault.

Like Penny, Steve was looking for more than just the same old sex
scene.  Balling his sister was one-up on the usual act because
their attitudes were different to begin with; sisters and
brothers didn't have to impress one another and he didn't have to
worry about her telling the girls he was a lousy hump.

"If you're going to stand there admiring the scenery, move a
little closer so I can amuse myself with that belly-tickler of
yours," she said softly.  Steve moved closer to her face as she
requested, but continued to just stand there and eye her
voluptuous body.

Penny took his cock in her fist and delivered a warm, wet,
open-mouthed kiss to his testicles.  First one side, then the
other.  She sipped the loose skin between her lips and licked it.
 She licked a very wet tongue all over his balls and enjoyed the
strong pulse from his responding cock.  Fooled him, she said to
herself.  Probably expected me to plunge that gorgeous meat into
my mouth and gobble it up.  Now he wishes I would! And the longer
I keep him wishing, the better it's going to feel when I finally
do suck it into my mouth.

Chills danced up Steve's spine with each touch of Penny's hot
lips and tongue on his balls.  He reached down and cupped her
firm tits, massaged them and worked the budlike nipples into the
palms of his hands.  Penny's tongue was on the base of his shaft
and a trickle of cream awaited it at the ballooning head.  His
hands drifted down to the nest of hair between her legs and his
fingers combed through the soft fluff that was beginning to
dampen.  He watched the moist pink lips of her cunt.  And the
mirror also reflected the drooling tongue that was snaking around
his cock, slowly working its way, inch by inch, up his throbbing
spear.

The odor of maleness filled Penny's nostrils and she closed her
eyes to drink in the fragrance that made her mouth water from the
salty taste it suggested.  But she refused to let her desire for
the syrupy nectar prompt her into a slow climb to the top, with
her tongue covering every inch of his meat, feeling the cords and
veins bulging with tenseness.  Finally she reached the bottom rim
of the heart-shaped head and Steve was no longer interested in
watching.  His fingers were on her cheeks and she felt them force
her jaw open and her mouth was suddenly filled with cock; past
her lips and teeth, pressing down her tongue as it swept to the
back of her throat and lodged there.  She reached around his hips
and dug her nails into his buttocks, pulling him harder and
farther down her throat.

"Uhhhhmmmmmmm," she gagged approvingly, looking up into his
staring eyes.  And she knew by the look, on his face that the
feeling was mutual.  Then she backed off until just the tip was
between her puffed lips and sipped a fresh droplet from the eye.

Before the next plunge, Steve knelt on the lounge over her head
and lowered himself so his mouth was capable of taking possession
of her sex.  It also gave him the advantage of driving his piston
into her mouth without giving her room to back off again.  While
her lips were sipping the tip of his cock and the tip of her
tongue was darting-out to tease it, he covered the point where
her legs met with an open mouth and sucked.  His tongue slithered
around the hot, moist entrance to her burning sex-cave, returning
her teases with his own.  Both tongues trying to out-tease one
another.

Desire swept through Penny's body and mind as though boiling acid
was coursing through her veins.  She wanted to scream, just to
get it out of her, but she knew that screaming wouldn't help. 
Instead she reached up and dug her nails into his ass again, this
time with all her might, forcing him deep into her throat, where
she screamed now in silence and it felt so good.

Steve had to catch his breath from that goodie, pausing briefly
to contain his impulse to come.  Once again in control of himself
he plunged his tongue into the depths of her cunt; sliding,
slipping, skidding out of control in a powerful surge that was
lubricated by the wetness of his tongue and the oozing juices on
the walls of the red-hot tunnel, stopped only when the length of
his tongue ran Out and his head came abruptly into the junction
of her legs, slamming against her when he could go no farther. 
Were it possible, his head would have followed his tongue into
the soft, pulsing depths of this cozy chamber.  Instead, her leg
muscles gripped him in a viselike head lock and held him there in
place.

For a few brief moments they remained motionless, their brains
trying to sort out the sensations all parts of their bodies were
reporting simultaneously.  But it was hopeless.  Too much, too
fast.  Penny exploded first, reaching a wild orgasm that left her
helplessly exhausted and weak, followed by Steve's first
discharge of come into her throat.  She sprang back to life and
savagely drank the rejuvenating cream shooting into her mouth,
reaching another climax that caused her to gag and lose the last
of the cream out the sides of her mouth.

Steve got to his feet and almost stumbled back on top of her, his
head was spinning so fast.  They grinned at each other and then
laughed at his drunken behavior.

"Man, I feel like, I just wrestled, the entire Russian Army,"
Steve said gulping air between phrases and sitting on the edge of
the couch before his weakened legs gave out.

"Hell, I thought I was doing you a favor," Penny said, pretending
to pout.  "Maybe you should give up sex if the work is too
strenuous."

"Fuck you, Penelope," he answered with a big grin.  "You don't
look as though you've got enough sap left to close your eyelids."

"Bullshit! Just let me remind you, baby brother, that I just
drained all the sap from that big, well, maybe not so big, maple
tree.  So I've got yours and mine."

"Mmmmmm, is that what this is? A maple tree?"

"I guess your girl friends just don't take good care of you like
your big sister."

"You can say that again.  The fuckin' breads just open their
legs-which I happen to believe are connected to their mouths,
because they both open together-and start babbling intellectual
stanzas they've memorized for the occasion."

"Well, it seems you've reached the same boredom with the
'forbidden fruit' that I have."

"Yeah, but I don't think I'll give it up, though."

"I seem to be on a self-imposed diet.  I've reached the point
where I find myself putting men into categories.  I'll meet a guy
for the first time and say, I remember you; you're supposed to be
the greatest stud around, until the performance starts and your
acting career ends.' It seems everybody's got a hang-up.  And who
wants seconds with the same bore, even if it's a new face?"

"I feel the same way.  Only I don't get disappointed until it's
over.  Guys can't remember their last fuck when they have a
hard-on.  Their memory returns when they drop their load."

"Mmmm, that's very interesting," Penny said in a serious tone,
but giving the whole joke away with the grin on her face.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Do you use starch on that thing, or does it always stand at
attention?"

"It must be the company."

"Mmmm ...

"That's a real compliment.  The damn thing didn't go limp."

"That's terrible," Penny said, still pretending serious concern.
"Got any idea what to do about that condition?"

"Get on your knees, wise-ass, and I'll show you."

Penny turned so she was facing the mirror and knelt on the lounge
as her brother directed.  She propped her derriere high in the
air while she rested her chin on her folded arms.  "I guess
you've been sneaking out to watch the dogs fuck."

Steve got behind her and sheathed his sword to the hilt in one
swift plunge.  They both sighed with gratitude.  Penny began a
circling motion with her ass, grinding it into his groin.  Steve
left his shaft securely locked in the depths of her while he felt
and fondled her breasts, excited by their delicious firmness and
fascinated by the vision of their act reflected in the mirror. 
Even Penny's expression excited him; she had the smile of a girl
who was enjoying his penetration, appreciated it and wouldn't be
the least bit unhappy if he tore her apart.  His slow powerful
strokes did justice to the desire in her cunt, satisfying the
itch Penny had there on every down stroke and creating a longing
with every withdrawal.  Penny just purred like a kitten.

There was no urgency in his assault and everything seemed to be
in slow motion.  His strong hands kneaded and massaged her body
from her shoulders to her buttocks while the piston drove in and
out at a constant tempo.  It was while he was squeezing her
smooth, round ass-flesh that he spotted the small buttonhole and
was intrigued by the prospect of ramming his cock up that
too-tight passage.  He stared at it momentarily, enjoying what he
considered to be a personality all its own-opening as he spread
the globes of flesh apart, then sucking itself inward so tight
that it almost dared him to even try an invasion.  He took the
challenge.

"Steve! You'll tear me apart!" Penny screeched with surprise as
the tip of his cock slipped from the warmth of her cunt to the
entrance of her anus without warning.

"Split you right up the middle," he threatened, forcing the
mushroom head forward, testing the resistance.  It was tight, but
the well-lubricated shaft moved deeper.

"Ohhh, " Penny grunted.  "Silly, bastard."

And the spear moved farther into her rectum, continuing at a
snail's pace up her insides.  ", you're taking my breath away."

"Yeahhhh," Steve groaned as the last few inches slid in.

Neither of them moved a muscle; they just remained silent,
feeling the strange effect of the invasion that caused deep,
irregular breathing from both.  Steve felt a sense of
accomplishment and he could feel the juices forming a whirlpool
in his balls.  Without warning he pulled it out and rammed it
into her cunt.

"Holy shit!" Penny gulped, but the big fat meat in her belly
instantly took her mind off everything else.  it seemed to be
alive with twitching, jerking motions and her brother's arms were
locked around her waist, forcing it deeper and deeper into her
stomach.  She could feel him come and went wild with her own
orgasm; sucking, squeezing and in complete possession of his
throbbing, spitting cock.

This time when they separated they seemed to be fresh and full of
energy.  Steve went to his pile of clothes and started to dress,
stopped when he had his shorts on and said, "You know, Penny, I
wonder what the ol' man would say if he caught us."

Penny jumped to her feet and, mimicking her father by frowning
and stroking her chin with one hand, said, "Well, Stephen, it
seems you missed the point of our talk about the birds and the
bees."

"Did you ever try fucking a bee, Father?"

", the point is," Penny continued to stroke her chin and talk in
a deep voice.  "if one can't control these urges, there are girls
who are paid to service your needs."

"And you, Penelope," Steve cut in, taking the father's role,
"allowing this to go on right in front of your eyes."

"I wasn't watching, Daddy.  Honest."

They both laughed and Steve went back to getting dressed.

"If you're not doing anything this afternoon, there's a cocktail
party at the Morrisons'," Steve said as he was leaving.

Penny accepted the invitation and the two of them were in high
spirits when they drove to their neighbors' party.  However, they
were quickly swept off in different directions when they arrived
at the party.  But every so often their eyes would meet across
the room and they'd give each other knowing grins.

At one point, while Penny was chatting with a young man she had
just met, her ear caught a name that set off an alarm in her
head.

", Paul Lagarde, I'd like you to meet Mr.  and Mrs.  Joyce, " a
voice behind Penny was saying, and she snapped her head around
instinctively.  She was instantly disappointed.

Standing just a few feet away was the much talked-about "sex
idol," and all she could feel was a big letdown.  He was in his
late thirties, and while he wasn't exactly ugly, Penny didn't
think he was particularly handsome either.  But worse than
that-he was only about five eight, while Penny stood five-eleven
in heels and had always had a "thing" about height.  Being tall
all her life, she just naturally felt that a man had to be taller
to be sexy.

Since Penny didn't know the people he was talking to, she
continued to chat with her new acquaintance, listening enough to
keep up with the conversation while she nonchalantly watched Paul
Lagarde.  He certainly didn't fit the reputation he'd been given,
she thought, but the young girl with him seemed entranced just
being at his side.  And she, Penny, hated to admit, was
beautiful: about eighteen or nineteen years old, an inch taller
that her escort, and the prettiest, most innocent-looking face
Penny had ever seen.  She had large, brown doe-eyes, a cute
turned-up nose and pouting, sensual lips, all framed by her dark
brown hair, which she wore in bangs and down the side of her face
to her lovely breasts.

A sense of guilt flushed through Penny at the thought of how much
she was attracted to the girl when she should have been looking
at the "Frenchman." Then she caught sight of her brother, who was
making his way through the crowd toward her.  No, she realized
that Steve had also been mesmerized by the young girl with Paul
Lagarde and was moving in on that couple.

Within moments Steve had taken Paul, whom he obviously knew, and
the girl away from the Joyce couple and called Penny to join
them.  It was also obvious he was desperately trying to get her
from Paul by substituting Penny, but while the girl was polite
she didn't give him an ounce of encouragement.  And Paul Lagarde
acted as though he wasn't aware of Steve's intentions.

"Actually we're neighbors," Paul said to Penny after their
introduction.  "However, in all the years I've lived in Great
Neck I had an altogether different picture of what Penelope Clark
Kingston would look like."

"I know," Penny said.  "Everyone tells me they picture a very
tall, very thin girl, with a long nose and freckles."

Penny found Paul Lagarde easy to talk to, charming and amusing. 
They moved to a sofa, chatting like old friends, while the young
girl followed silently, just smiling and looking pure and
innocent-with Steve at her aide acting like a little puppy.  And
before she knew it the party was over.  They had been talking for
almost two hours and didn't realize it But before Paul left he
made a point of inviting her to his house for lunch, which Penny
took as an indication that she had made quite an impression on
him, because the date was for the next day.

On the short drive home, Steve could think or talk about nothing
but the girl.

"She's as pretty as a China doll," Penny finally got a word in. 
"But a little strange-don't you think?"

"Strange? I didn't think she was strange.  Everything about her
was absolutely tantalizing."

"Yes, but she didn't carry on a conversation.  Just answered your
questions and was polite."

"But every move she made was sensual.  The way she moved her hips
almost made me come in my pants."

"Did you get a date?"

"Well, not exactly.  The best I could get was a 'we'll see.' But
I haven't given up."

CHAPTER THREE

It was a dismal Monday morning, raining and quite cold for
September.  Penny had set the alarm for nine o'clock and called
the office, still in bed and half asleep, to advise them she
wouldn't be in.  She was assistant to the editor of a woman's
magazine and was losing interest in the job anyway.  However, she
had hoped to avoid speaking to the editor, who was a woman in her
fifties, with a sharp tongue.  But as hick would have it, the
editor answered the phone and they had harsh words,

By noon Penny was dressed in a plaid, pleated skirt, with
matching vest, a white sweater and high heels.  Conservative, she
thought.  But the short skirt didn't detract from her long,
shapely legs, and the white sweater emphasized her conical
breasts.  And besides, older men prefer "cute" clothes, someone
had told her-probably a jealous bitch.

She drove to his house in her brother's Cadillac convertible-top
up-and found herself getting a little nervous.  How silly, she
told herself, I don't even care for him sexually.  Just a friend.
 Someone who's interesting to talk to.  But it didn't help drive
out her anxiety.

It came as a bit of a shock when the front door was answered by
Liz, the girl Paul was with at the party.  She was wearing a
short white dress that clung to every curve of her
naked-underneath body and Penny hated herself for being so
conservative.  But Elizabeth continued to be the same polite,
sweet, innocent child she was at the party and led Penny to the
closed-in patio, where Paul was tinkering with some plants, while
another scantily clad young thing was setting the table.

Paul's warmth immediately put Penny at ease, and the two girls
hastily departed.  Then before she knew it, they were involved in
conversation, sipping martinis, which Paul mixed; almost an
uninterrupted continuation of the evening before.  She was hardly
aware of the presence of Elizabeth and the other girl when they
served lunch and played tidy servant girls; there to carry out
any little deed to please their "master."

Paul led Penny to a low, comfortable couch to have coffee and for
the first time Penny was reminded of sex by the admiring glance
Paul gave her legs as she sat down.  Right up to the crotch, she
thought, as she instinctively crossed her legs to cut off the
view.

"Why don't you tell me how you got your reputation as a great
lover?" she asked teasingly.

"Ha! That's a big laugh.  I'm far from a great lover, just, well,
you might say I'm more of a lover of sex."

"That's very interesting, at a time when everyone else seems to
be getting bored with sex."

"Yes, but why are they bored with sex? Because they rush into it
one-two-three and it's over.  The mystery and intrigue are gone
and they soon lose interest."

"But how can you maintain interest in something that you've found
to be over-rated?"

"Simply by conditioning yourself."

"All right then, how does one condition herself?"

"First of all, what makes Sex interesting? It's a desire, an
urge.  Once the desire is fulfilled it vanishes." So one must
cultivate the desire to its full capacity."

"That's easier said than done.  It's the man who suffers from an
urgency that he can't contain and rushes the act to a conclusion,
satisfying himself and his urgency, but leaving the girl on the
first step of the ladder."

"True.  But what if the girl is suffering from an even greater
urgency? She would have two or three orgasms during his rush to
reach his first."

Penny's silence was unmistakably caused by her doubts, he
thought.  He smiled and called to Liz.

"Let me demonstrate how conditioning works," he said, as Liz
entered.  Then turning to address Liz, said, "Show Penny your
rose."

The girl blushed and lowered her eyes, which seemed to be filling
with tears.  Slowly, shamefully, she reached down and began
lifting the hem of her skirt.  Penny was taken by surprise at the
demonstration and didn't know what to do or say.  She was
embarrassed for the girl's sake and didn't know where to look as
the hem was slowly lifted higher and higher.  Liz hesitated as
the bottom of the skirt reached a point just below her sex and
Penny dropped her own eyes when Paul told Liz to lift ft all the
way up.  Now Penny was getting uneasy because she was expected to
look and wasn't.  She shot a quick glance at the girl and turned
to face Paul.  He was smiling back at her and she decided to have
another look.

Perched at a point that barely touched the girl's pubic hair was
an inverted red rose.

"It takes a lot of concentration to walk with a rose between your
legs-without dropping it or squashing it," Paul said, as Penny
stared wide-eyed in amazement.

"But why?" Penny asked.

"By concentrating on the rose you give your full attention to
that part of your body, controlling every muscle from the waist
down.  It also stimulates the mind, thinking about the soft rose
brushing and teasing that area.  And the stem, of course, is
inserted in her."

"I really don't think I'm the 'vase type,' Paul," Penny said and
Paul began laughing.

His laugh had a calming effect on the two girls and the tension
was gone, but Liz remained motionless, her eyes still downcast as
she held up her skirt.  Paul reached between her legs and removed
the flower.

"Feel between her legs," Paul said.

Penny hesitated, then reached out her hand and slid it between
the girl's legs.  Elizabeth's cunt was dripping with juices.  As
she fingered the hot mushy lips, Penny glanced up into the girl's
face and saw that her expression had changed from shame to agony.
 The agony of a girl having an orgasm! And Penny accommodated her
by letting her fingers linger until she was finished.

"Liz hasn't had sex with a man for almost two weeks," Paul said,
signaling Liz to drop her skirt by waving his hand.  "When she
does, it will be the best ever."

"For whom?"

"Both."

At the moment, Penny was having her own problem with dampness
between the legs.  The little scene had stirred up the juices in
her and she couldn't help thinking about the shame Elizabeth had
shown when Paul made her lift her dress.  Penny couldn't wash the
sight of the vivid red rose from her mind.  The way it was held
delicately between the girl's white legs, with the green stem
planted in the forbidden garden and hidden by the soft turf of
hair.  The fragrance from the juices between Elizabeth's legs was
still in Penny's nostrils, on her fingers-or maybe it was her own
juices, she thought, closing her legs tighter, just in case, to
keep the odor locked in so it wouldn't reach Paul.

However, Paul changed the subject abruptly and they were talking
about his plants, leaving Penny with a mist between her legs and
a bit confused about her host.  Next she found herself on a
walking tour of the house, which to Penny was just another
expensive Great Neck home-not as expensive as her father's-quite
ordinary, in fact.  The itch between her legs gradually subsided.
 But by the time they reached the indoor swimming pool, Paul was
discussing health, exercise, and the benefits of a sauna bath. 
Penny's confusion was compounded when she found herself in a
small dressing room getting undressed to take a sauna bath.  She
wondered how Paul had maneuvered her into this idea-then vaguely
recalled that she was the one who suggested it.  But how? Why?
She drew a complete blank.

Wrapped only in a towel she entered the sauna, where Paul was
already stretched out on a table being massaged by the girl who
served lunch and Liz was sitting, Indian fashion, on one of the
wall benches.  Everyone was modestly covered with bath towels.

"Let Liz give you a rubdown, Penny," Paul said, motioning that
she should take the table next to him.  "You'll feel like a new
person."

Why not, Penny conceded, as she adjusted her towel and got on the
table.  You've already got me so confused my head is spinning. 
And when Liz draped another towel over her derriere so it
wouldn't be exposed, Penny sighed to herself and thought she had
seen everything.  A house full of sex, but we must not expose our
behinds.  This is too much!

Penny watched Jean at the next table as she massaged Paul.  She
had finished his back and legs and Penny wondered if it was
against the rules to massage under the towel.  Then Jean picked
up a bottle of oil and started at his shoulders again.  This time
when she reached the towel it was brushed off and her fingers
began kneading his muscular rump.  A look of pleasure swept over
the girl's face, while Paul just remained motionless, with his
eyes closed.

New delights began to sweep through Penny as she watched the girl
at the next table meticulously rub oil into Paul's smooth cheeks,
invading his rectum now with a finger that slid in and out as it
twisted like a screw.  Meanwhile, Liz was beginning the oil
treatment on Penny and she knew that soon she too would enjoy the
sensations Paul was getting.  Penny felt the dew begin to form in
her cunt.  And when Liz probed at the buttonhole, Penny had to
hold her breath to keep from squealing with delight.

Paul was chatting about sex again, but Penny's attention was
devoted to the fingers on her ass.  Paul asked her something
about another demonstration and she vaguely remembered nodding
yes.  Liz must have known how much she was enjoying the attention
at her buttonhole, Penny decided, because the girl continued to
linger in the same spot much longer than Paul had been given.

Jean left the room and returned momentarily with a big black
stud.  Penny's eyes popped at the sight of the muscular nude male
with an enormous cock that was already pointing at the ceiling.

"You must remember," Paul explained, "Jean and Ralph are at
different stages of development.  This will be the first time in
eight days that a man has been allowed to give Jean any pleasure.
 Ralph has only been here three days and is not allowed to even
masturbate."

Penny propped her chin up on her clasped hands, to watch the
couple, while Liz conveniently left her full finger buried in the
depths of her tight tunnel.  To show her appreciation, Penny gave
the finger a little squeeze.

Obviously, pangs of delight gushed through Jean at the first
touch of the black hands on her throbbing white tits, because she
closed her eyes and groaned with pleasure.  Ralph moved around
the standing girl, feeling, caressing, and tantalizing every inch
of her body.  When his right hand slid down her stomach, over the
triangle of hair, between her legs and up her behind, Jean
clamped his wrist with all the strength in her legs and rode it
for an orgasm.  But it was Ralph that Penny felt sorry for; his
face was twisted in agony as his swollen member dribbled one drop
of cream at a?time, and he had to move in such a way that it
never came in contact with Jean's body.  The only relief he
seemed to get was squeezing his balls between his legs.

Next, he started at her shoulders and kissed her entire body,
front and back.  Penny watched, with panic filling her body, as
he ran his pink tongue over Jean's heaving breasts, sucking the
quivering nipples into his mouth and drooling saliva from the
corners of his mouth.  This time Jean trapped his knee between
her legs and reached another climax.

This was getting to be too much for Penny to endure and she
glanced at Paul for some sign that he would satisfy her craving.
Unfortunately, he was casually watching his students and didn't
even notice her.  As a last resort, she gripped Liz's finger with
all her might and rubbed her aching, itching clit into the towel
and hard table.  It offered very little relief.

Now Jean had Ralph on the bench and was straddled over his face,
His tongue licked out at everything she moved over his mouth,
giving her complete freedom to be licked anywhere.  The torture
Ralph was going through was evident by the tight grip he had on
the sides of the bench and that agonized look on his face.  But
Jean didn't let up for a moment.  She made him ream her asshole
with his tongue and keep it there while she drank in the
pleasure.  Then she took a few deep breaths to prepare for the
finale.  She moved herself over his mouth and let the tip of his
tongue dance on the sopping wet lips of her inflamed sex.  Slowly
she lowered herself and his tongue snaked into the depths of her
body.

Penny managed to grind out a slight relief on the table, but was
nowhere near satisfied.  She craved the large black cock that was
going to waste before her eyes and choked back a scream when it
discharged a squirt of cream.  Then she watched with
disappointment as it fired three more times, sending the white
cream up Ralph's stomach and as far as his neck.  All wasted, she
thought, and probably only a portion of what was down in his
balls.

Jean's third orgasm was wild, leaving her exhausted, but finally
contented.  As the show concluded, Liz removed her finger from
Penny's ass and looked as though she had the same problem as
Penny, who looked hopefully at Paul for satisfaction.  But he
didn't respond to her pleading look and the next thing she knew
she was getting dressed.

It was almost six o'clock when Penny got behind the wheel of her
brother's car and started home.  She was invited to spend the
weekend at Paul's place in the Thousand Islands, which she said
she'd have to call him later in the week about.  At the moment
she wanted a cold shower and sped off for the solitude of her
bedroom, where she could at least diddle herself to relieve the
turmoil in her head.

Once she was home and undressed, Penny lost interest in
masturbating and her thoughts went to her brother Steve.  That's
it! she told herself, rushing naked down the hall to her
brother's room.  Empty.  The whole house seemed empty. 
Disappointed and beginning to grow irritable, she started back to
her room, when she heard water running in the master bathroom. 
It must be Steve, she told herself and walked into the bathroom,
into the shocked look of her father.

"Penny!" he gulped, speechless for the first time she could
remember.  "You shouldn't walk around like that," he recovered,
but not before his eyes took in his daughter's charms.

"I didn't think anyone was home," she replied innocently,
noticing a growing lump under the towel he had wrapped around
him.

"I'm flying to Chicago in the morning and came home early to get
some rest."

Penny leaned against the door frame and to make conversation,
asked, "When is Mother returning from Florida?"

"Sometime next week," he brushed off the question.  "Really,
Penny, you shouldn't walk around like that."

"You've seen me this way ever since I was born."

He gulped.

"Besides, I haven't seen you in over a week and you forgot to
kiss me." She was up against him before he had a chance to
answer, wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a warm, wet
kiss on his cheek.

"Real, ly," her father stammered, but instead of moving away,
Penny snuggled the bulge in the towel between her legs.

Charles P.  Kingston didn't know how it happened, but there he
was looking into his daughter's lovely face, his towel was gone,
he was half sitting on the counter and his cock was buried in
Penny's cunt.

He managed to whisper the only thing in his mind, "I love you,
little one."

"I love you too, Daddy," she cooed back.

His hands reached down and gripped her ass, then slowly lifted
her, penetrating deeper and deeper as she rose on her toes. 
Their open mouths locked on each other and both had the same
feeling that this was a dream they had dreamed before.

Neither wanted it to end, but Penny moved and it set off the
spark that exploded the come from her father's warhead and drove
her wild.  She dug her nails into his back and met every thrust
with a thrust of her own.  And she was finally satisfied.

CHAPTER FOUR

Penny couldn't explain why she accepted Paul's invitation to
spend the weekend on his island.  Perhaps it was the mystery, or
the intrigue that cloaked Paul Lagarde, she thought.  But
whatever it was, she found herself boarding his single engine
seaplane on Friday afternoon at Sands Point, for the trip to the
Thousand Islands.  She was surprised, annoyed, and confused to
find Liz on board.  Certainly the "Great Lover' wasn't going to
frustrate her again, she couldn't help thinking during the trip.
Not another lesson in abstinence, she hoped.  Not a whole weekend
of unfulfilled desire, she prayed.

But as soon as they docked at the pier of his small island
hideaway, Penny began to sense that her worst fears of a sexless
weekend were going to be realized.  A clutch of young, lovely
girls met them as they stepped from the plane, fawning excitedly
over Paul, as though he was a movie idol.  Paul responded in a
suave, good-natured manner, making it clear to everyone by his
attentions, that Penny was his guest of honor.  This gesture
merely entitled her to some of the attention the girls were
giving Paul.  Something Penny would have gladly waived for an
uninhabited island and the promise of a weekend alone with the
host.  And she made up her mind, as they walked the well
manicured, tree-lined path up to the house, that she would make
the best of the weekend and put Mr.  Lagarde as far out of her
mind as possible come Sunday night.

The house was a low, modern structure that appeared relatively
small at first, but Penny quickly discovered on the inside that
it sprawled out in many directions.  The decor was obviously
sex-oriented; from the paintings and statues to the wallpaper,
furniture, and drapes (closer examination revealed the drapes
contained murals of Roman orgies.) The house suggested sex, Penny
noted, but.  wasn't vulgar.  However, she quickly lost interest
in the decor as the girls that met them at the dock began taking
off their coats.  They were all wearing short, pastel-colored
togas.  It was obvious they didn't have anything on underneath. 
The slightest bend forward revealed glimpses of bare ass from the
rear view and bare breasts from the front.  And Penny found it
difficult to take her eyes off the girls, with the constant
flashes of flesh, until a handsome young man entered the hall,
wearing a toga.

Penny eyed the tall, lean figure approvingly, thinking she may
have judged the weekend too harshly.  She guessed the blond,
blue-eyed male to be in his early twenties.  Then another male,
of about the same age and build, entered.  This one had a dark,
olive complexion, with jet black hair and deep, dark eyes.  She
wondered if the men would also expose bare asses if they bent,
answered almost immediately by a move one of the girls made.  The
girl probably didn't think anyone would notice in the confusion
of welcoming home the "Master" and moved casually past the dark
one, her hand "accidentally" brushing the hem of his toga.  But
Penny caught the momentary pause as she gripped his cock in her
hand for a quick, affectionate squeeze before moving coquettishly
on.

Well now, Penny thought, amused by the noticeable rising of a
pole under the young man's toga.  This is going to be an
interesting weekend after all.

He was looking into her eyes and she thought she caught a wisp of
a smile curl the corner of his mouth.  There was no effort
whatsoever to hide the obvious bulge.  And by now several girls
had spotted his "tent," giggled and nudged others to look.  If
Paul was aware of the incident-which Penny was sure he must have
been-he didn't show any signs.  Instead he instructed the young
men to take Penny's things to her room and suggested Penny
freshen up for cocktails.

It was Liz who led her through the halls, rooms, and various
wings of the house to her bedroom, followed by the two young men.
 The dark-haired youth carried Penny's valise, while the one with
blond hair carried her make-up case and sprang ahead to open
doors for them.  But the male escorts promptly disappeared as
soon as Penny and her things were deposited in the room.  Liz
remained to see that she was comfortable.

Penny stood in the middle of the room, giving it the once-over. 
Perhaps she was too conscious of the obvious "sex scene"
atmosphere, she thought.  Mirrors everywhere.  Her eye caught a
lounge chair that had a built in bump for deeper penetration and
she was still staring at it when Liz returned from the large
bathroom, started to say something, then stopped and smiled at
someone standing behind Penny.

"So there you are," Liz said with a warm smile.  "Penny, I'd like
you to meet the twins."

Penny turned to see two beautiful children standing in the
doorway.  A boy and girl, that she approximated to be about
seven.  They too were outfitted in short togas and sandals.

"Adrian and Alexander-this is Miss Kingston," Liz spoke the words
softly.  "You be sure to take very good care of her." Then
turning to Penny added, "Anything you need, the children will get
for you.  See you in about an hour."

It came as a complete surprise to find that she was to have two
little servants to wait on her.  So she began the acquaintance by
asking them questions about their age and what they liked to
play, but quickly discovered the children bad been trained to be
polite, courteous, and affectionate.  Very affectionate!

In order to talk to the children without bending over, Penny had
casually sat on the edge of the lounge, with her legs crossed. 
Adrian immediately climbed on her lap, hugged and kissed her,
telling Penny how beautiful she was.  Meanwhile, Alexander moved
next to her and was trying to run his little hand up the middle
of her legs, hampered only by the fact that they were crossed. 
At first the squirming little flat tickled, as he tried to get it
between her legs.  But his determination, and the thought of
where he was trying to get his hand, began to stir a spark of
excitement in Penny's cunt.

"Don't do that, Alexander," she said politely, brushing his hand
away.

This was the first time she could remember ever being so
impressed with youngsters.  She had never taken the time, nor had
the desire, to get involved.  But now she found herself
fascinated.  Probably the fact that they're so beautiful, she
thought.  China dolls.  A precious, matched pair.  The only
noticeable difference was Adrian's longer hair.  Both had
blue-black hair, cut in bangs that set off their gorgeous, round
faces and large round eyes.  Milan's hair was just longer in the
back.

Alexander had obediently withdrew his hand from up Penny's skirt
and climbed on the lounge beside her.  He gave her a bug and
kissed her cheek.  They're so adorable, Penny said to herself,
clutching Adrian to her breasts in a hug, her hand subconsciously
massaging the firm, smooth balls of the girl's bare ass, and
found herself drift into a warm, contented feeling as they all
cuddled together.

At first she thought it was Adrian's hand massaging a tingle into
her right tit, but discovered Alexander was at it again.  Feeling
her up, a regular dirty-old man, she thought, and found it too
pleasing to brush his hind away.

Meanwhile, Adrian was whispering In her ear, "I love you, You're
so beautiful, " causing Penny's head to swim with dizzy, sensual,
warm thoughts.  It wasn't until the girl reached back and guided
Penny's fingers down the crevice of her ass that Penny realized
she had been massaging the child's derriere.  Then she was
startled to find that Adrian was actually directing one of
Penny's fingers into her rectum.  With growing alarm, Penny
started to tense up, about to put an end to this, when Adrian
moaned contentedly in her ear; N "Mmmmmmmmmmm ...

All at once Penny found herself all confused and mixed-up.  She
didn't know how to handle a situation like this.  Shouldn't she
set a good example for the children and make them stop, she
wondered, as Adrian wiggled on her finger.  She hated to
criticize the children-not after all the nice things she had
said.  And besides, she rationalized, it's just a little,
meaningless goose.

But while she was coping with that situation, Alexander was
putting his genitals in her other hand.  The mere touch of his
small, soft penis sent a flush of juices flowing in her bunt. 
She could feel the dampness ooze out onto her panties and dampen
her white slacks.

How much time do I have, she asked herself, without moving a
muscle.  Have to get ready for cocktails.

Adrian was blowing in her ear, wiggling on her finger, drawing it
deeper into the little passage-way; and Alexander was holding her
cupped band on his genitals with one hand, while he fondled her
tit with the other.  Penny began to slip into the throes of an
orgasm.  And the children reacted accordingly, increasing their
tempo as Penny's breathing got deeper and faster.

"Ohhh, children, " She tried to say something.  Have to make them
stop, she told herself, squeezing Alexander's testicles ever so
gently and forcing her finger a little deeper into Adrian's
sucking asshole.  But the flames in her cunt wouldn't allow her
to stop the children.

"Ohhhhh, Ahhhhh, Mmmmmmmmm, she moaned, as a little hand cupped
and fondled her bare tits.  Alexander had slipped his hand under
her sweater, opened her bra and was massaging sensations into her
tits.  Those little hands she screamed inside her head, they're
driving me wild!

It was all a blur now.  She didn't know who was doing what to her
anymore, but her clothes were gradually being removed.  She knew
that much.  One was kissing her ear and neck, the other fondling
a tit, and all the while her clothes were slipping off.  And then
two little mouths were sucking at her nipples, and she no longer
had her finger in Adrian's ass: Alexander's little cock wasn't in
her hand, but the flames in her cunt were licking at the oozing
walls with more frenzy, driving her closer and closer to an
orgasm.

Only when she opened her eyes, to take a quick look at what was
happening, did she realize she was stretched out on the lounge,
naked, with the children all over her.  In the brief moment she
had her eyes open she saw Alexander's limp little cock coming
down to her mouth, and she realized he was sucking her tit. 
Which meant that Adrian must be the one combing her little
fingers through the moist pubic hairs to the flaming furnace
between her legs.  She parted her puffy, pouting lips and sipped
Alexander's soft, fleshy penis into her mouth.

This is crazy! she tried to convince herself.  They don't even
know what they're doing.  But they were doing such a good job of
it she didn't voluntarily move a muscle.

A warm mouth circled the burning lips of her cunt, and little
tongue darted out to tantalize her clit and Penny groaned with
the pain of desire.  Little hands were everywhere, massaging her
tits, toying with her ass, tickling her naval, and exploring the
sensitive hairs around her cunt.  All at once!

Penny was resigned to the fact that she couldn't stop now.  She
needed that orgasm.  And Adrian's tongue was only teasing her
cunt.  She tried to pull the girl's head deeper into the junction
of her legs, but couldn't.  The girl's tongue wasn't going deep
enough and it was driving her mad with desire.  More, more, MORE,
her head was screaming.

There was a brief moment of confusion and Penny opened her eyes
to see what was happening.  The children had switched places and
Adrian was now over Penny's face, lowering her little round ass
onto her mouth.  Penny licked the crack affectionately, telling
herself it was the sweetest, tenderest meat she had ever tasted.
And when Adrian wiggled the perfectly matched balls of flesh,
Penny knew what she wanted.  Slowly, gently, Penny slid the tip
of her tongue from the top of the crevice, down to the small
sunburst and circled it.  She spread the child's cheeks apart and
drove her tongue up the opening.

Saliva dropped from the corners of Penny's mouth.  Adrian
whimpered approvingly, while stuffing Penny's breast into her
mouth.  And Alexander was busy between Penny's legs; he was
fingering her cunt, while licking her rectum.  Then he too snaked
his tongue into the opening, but Penny didn't appreciate the
invasion of that tunnel as much as she would have like it in her
cunt.  But it sent a chill up her spine and she groaned her
appreciation into Adrian's ass.

These children are unbelievable, she thought as they continued to
delight her with their experienced handling of her body; building
her up to a climax that was so close, but not close enough. 
Adrian wiggled with delight on Penny's tongue, while sucking
furiously on a it-massaging the other.  Alexander snaked his
tongue in and out of Penny's rectum, finger-tucking her cunt. 
And the room seemed to swim with warm, delightful pleasures.

Then Alexander moved his mouth over the raging furnace of her
body, covering it with warm moist lips, hot breath and still to
come-a darting tongue.  Re sucked the cavity between Penny's
legs, taking her breath away and making her heart pound faster
and faster.  Adrian lifted her ass to give Penny's legs, taking
her breath away and making her heart pound faster and faster. 
Adrian lifted her ass to give Penny air to fill her gasping
lungs, but continued to suck her tits-first one, then the other,
licking a path between the throbbing, thrusting mounds.

"More, " Penny said in a hoarse, raspy whisper.  "Mmmmmm, more,
more, " she was choking out the sounds, hoping Alexander could
hear her.  "Ohhh, more, more," her voice rose higher.

But Alexander stopped sucking, circled her hot vaginal-lips with
his tongue and entered the honey-lined cavity with the wet,
slippery serpent.

"MORE!" Penny shouted, breathing frantically, reaching down to
pull the boy's head into her cunt and whispering again, ",
mmmmmm, more, more, "

She had reached the peak of excitement the moment his tongue
touched her flaming cunt-lips and from then on she rode the fury
of her orgasm.  That he would delve deep enough with his tongue
had worried her, but the boy didn't disappoint her for a moment.
His tongue whipped its full length into her velvet trap, sweeping
the walls clean of the tasty nectar, relieving her of all the
girl-flux she had, even after the orgasm was spent.

When she opened her eyes, the children were smiling at her and
she managed a weak smile back.

"You'd better get dressed, Miss Kingston," Adrian spoke the words
with a soft sweet voice, that reminded Penny how young they
really were.

But she responded quickly to the advice, sitting up and shaking
the dizzy feeling from her head.  She went to the bathroom,
closed the door and stood there in a bit of a daze the door
was-made of clear glass! Alexander's wide eyes were devouring her
body as it was, now she bad to perform her intimate duties right
before his penetrating eyes.  The fact that she felt lightheaded
from the orgasm and self-conscious with Alexander and Adrian
watching, made the simple act of urinating an awkward,
embarrassing situation.

Within fifteen minutes she was showered and dressed-pampered
during that time too-and ready to join Paul for cocktails.  The
children led her through the corridors to the living room.  But
during the long walk she could only think of her appearance-not
the short, expensive pink dress she was wearing, or how her
blonde hair looked (which actually had fallen into perfect waves
and curls with a minimum of effort)-but her appearance! Could
they tell by looking at her that she had just been through a wild
orgy? With two children! The pangs of guilt tormented her fur the
whole walk.  Then Paul was at her aide before she entered the
living room and it didn't seem to matter anymore.  He seemed to
sweep her off her feet with his charm, and the next thing she
knew she was entering a large room, with a surprisingly large
crowd.

As Paul started the introductions, she suddenly realized the
caliber of the guests that were present: A U.S.  Senator, several
television personalities, a millionaire industrialist, prominent
bankers and stock brokers, a newspaper columnist, and so many
others that she began to wonder how Paul had managed to gather
such big names.  And it quickly became apparent that those
dressed in togas were members of the "staff," mixing with the
guests only as desired by the guest.  She also noted that there
were several other children present, standing at the side of the
guest they had been assigned to-which reminded her of Adrian and
Alexander, but they were gone.

CHAPTER FIVE

Once again Penny found herself disappointed with the arrangements
Paul had made for the weekend.  All these guests Paul had invited
meant a weekend of entertaining-one big party, from beginning to
end A complete bore, she concluded with a sigh of resignation as
Paul led her from one guest to another.  Interesting
personalities, she admitted, but not when you had planned on a
quiet weekend with a new, and perhaps unique, lover.  She had
pictured a weekend of becoming intimately acquainted; discovering
that elusive thing called love.

But she faced up to the fact that she was captive at another,
dull, boring cocktail party.  She handled it with her usual
smiling, sweet, pleasant, but phony charm that she had developed
over the years for such occasions.  However, something about the
atmosphere struck her as being strange.  The setting was just a
typical cocktail party but something about it was different.  For
one thing; she noticed, it wasn't as noisy as usual and as they
mingled with the guests no one attempted to cut-in on
conversations, make deals, or promote themselves by meeting
influential people.  The atmosphere, she concluded, was similar
to one of those stuffy, British men's clubs.  Everyone minded his
own business.  Except everywhere you looked, young girls in togas
were exposing their bare asses.  And handsome, well-built young
studs, also wearing togas, were walking around with hard-ons that
were impossible to mistake for anything else under those short
outfits.

Penny also noted that Paul's commitment as the host was strangely
uncomplicated.  He wasn't the least concerned about seeing that
everyone enjoyed himself.  She got the feeling that it was every
man for himself.  And after they had worked their way through the
guests in the living room, the game room, and out to the
closed-in swimming pool, Paul led her to a small, private dining
room, where they dined alone.  It was a romantic, dark, candlelit
setting, with a large window overlooking the island and the St. 
Lawrence River.

"You've been terribly quiet, Penny," Paul said as two girls
served them dinner.  "Is anything wrong?"

"No.  It's just that, " she hesitated, searching for the right
words, ", well, I guess everything came as a surprise.  I didn't
expect so many people and, "

"Ahhh, that's good," he responded with delight.  "I work very
hard at being different, avoiding the obvious and being
predictable, and ignoring the challenge of being an individual-I
prefer being one of a kind."

"That's fine, I guess, but when you're expecting one thing and
find something altogether different, well, I guess it's just
confusing."

"And I apologize for not preparing you for this weekend, but, to
tell the truth, I was afraid you wouldn't have accepted the
invitation if I had tried to explain what it would be like."

Penny could see the sincerity in his eyes and feel it in his
voice.  It was time to change the subject and get away from being
so serious.  "Tell me about the guests," she offered.

"There's not much to tell.  You met them just people.  Perhaps a
bit on the wealthy aide, but other than that, just ordinary
people."

"But why are they here? And why aren't you out there entertaining
such influential people?"

"I never ruin a party with talk about business.  That's what
telephones are for.  And I'll let you discover for yourself why
they are here, it will be much more interesting and entertaining
than if I tried to explain it."

The conversation during the remainder of the lobster dinner was
mostly about Penny.  But when they had finished and moved to the
long, low couch by the window, Paul asked if her room was
comfortable and if the twins had taken good care of her.

"Oh, yes," she answered honestly, as his hand rested on her knee.
 "But don't you think they're rather young to be, well, around
all the nudity?"

"Nonsense.  The psychiatrists say we should expose children to
nudity and sex at an early age.  It helps them to develop healthy
minds."

"Yes, but I think the twins are becoming oversexed," she
responded hastily, then wished she hadn't said it.  Now he'd want
to know what happened during the hour she was alone with them,
and she still felt guilty about that!

But instead he just smiled and said, "Wasn't it Freud who said
that everything we did, from the moment of birth until death, was
sex motivated?"

Penny didn't answer.  Her eyes were watching his hand move slowly
under the hem of her short skirt.  The implied destination gave
her a tingling sensation all over.  His other hand was behind her
neck, deftly opening the sipper there.

"What I have done," he continued, "is allow my guests to surround
themselves with an atmosphere conducive to acting out their
fantasies.  For some, children play an important role.  For
others well, you'll see for yourself."

His mouth was suddenly covering hers.  His warm, moist lips
touched hers, just as his hand reached the junction of her legs.
A flush of girl juice moistened the sheer panties, seeping
through to the palm of his hand.  His tongue was testing the
resistance of hers, before forcing its way into her mouth.

She never heard the girls clear the table.  Her head was too
light from the realization that she was about to conquer the man
who had tantalized her with sex.  His weapon would soon be seized
in her yielding, panting cunt-to find the trap close around it. 
And she would be the victor.  The glory of victory was at hand.

She allowed Paul to remove her clothing, even helped with an
anxious wiggle when necessary.  His eyes devoured her naked body,
from head to toe.  Hooked! she told herself, confident now.  When
he helped her to her feet, she turned slowly for his eyes to
drink in every inch of perfectly shaped flesh.  And she saw how
his stare was constantly drawn to the golden triangle of soft
fluffy hair between her legs.

Their mouths came together again, in an open, wet, mind-spinning
kiss.  She pressed her nakedness against his fully clothed body
and felt the reassuring bulge in his pants nestle between her
legs, Mine! she told herself.  Then realized that without heels
they were practically the same height.  It made her feel even
better.

His open mouth moved to her neck, then her breasts, while his
hands felt and explored both her front and back.  The touch of
his wet lips on her soft white skin quickened her heartbeat; His
tongue licking her hard, quivering nipples sent signals of
anticipation to her panting cunt.  His finger traced its way down
the path between the globes of her ass, exploring the little
buttonhole with delightful slowness.  His other hand toyed
between her legs, building the longing inside to a peak.

Paul eased her to a sitting position on the couch, spread her
legs and covered her cunt with his open mouth.  He knelt before
her, her legs over his shoulders and sucked.  Sucked the breath
from her lungs, through her body and out her cunt.  And the room
seemed to fill with the smell of her juices that were weeping
uncontrollably from the walls of her burning sex.  It excited her
even more to think that his nose was buried in the moist hair at
the very source of the fragrance.

His hands were under her buttocks, lifting her to his sucking
mouth-.  Then she felt the first touch of his tongue.  Up and
down her slit it moved; slow, but firm licks.  She was already
losing control of her senses and the explosion of an orgasm was
rumbling through her body.  His tongue entered the soft, yielding
orifice, filling the cavity with moist, firm tongue-flesh.  The
forceful plunge of the powerful snake triggered her orgasm.

"Mmmmm, ohhhhh, ahhhhhh, " she groaned, grabbing his head and
forcing him harder against her cunt.  "Mmmmm, more, give me
more," she cried and lost all her strength?when she felt the flat
slab of meat penetrate farther and farther into her body.

What a tongue! a voice in her head remarked as she worked out the
violence of her climax.  What a fuckin' tongue!

When she squeezed out the last ooze of pleasure, she finally
relaxed and his tongue slid gently from her cove.  She remained
motionless for a few moments before opening her eyes, and gave
Paul a lazy, heavy-eyed look of approval and a faint smile of
appreciation.  He was standing before her, still fully dressed,
smiling back.  Then as she began to show signs of life, he
removed his dinner jacket, unzippered his fly and whipped out a
cock that Penny felt sure any man would have been proud of.

"I could come by just looking at you," Paul said as he helped her
from the couch.  "And if you like, I'll prove it, but it's much
nicer this way."

Penny found herself kneeling before him, staring into the eye of
his ballooning cock.  A teardrop of cream was already oozing from
the eye and the mushroom-shaped head was throbbing.  She gently
wrapped her fingers around the stiff pole and brought her lips
closer to the tip of it.

Paul watched eagerly as her pouty-red lips separated and his
pulsing cock came closer to her face.  He could feel the warmth
of her breath on the tip and her gentle grip on the shaft was
delightful.  The sight of her lips spreading from a bare slit to
the shape of an "O," as they slid slowly over his hot meat, gave
him the necessary spark to explode his come.  He had planned on
making this a quick one.  Just long enough to give her a sample
of what the future held.  Just enough to tantalize her.

As Penny drew the throbbing cock into her mouth, she realized
that Paul had her completely under his thumb.  What happened to
the victory? The trapped weapon? She hadn't even had time to
tease him with her licking tongue.  The head of his cock was
already in her mouth, sliding back to her throat.  Without
warning, the volcano erupted, hot lava gushing into her mouth and
throat, causing her to choke and lose most of the come out of the
corners of her mouth.  But everything happened so fast that she
didn't have time to think straight, she told herself as Paul
withdrew.  It made her feel like an inexperienced little school
girl.

"I knew I couldn't wait a moment longer," Paul whispered in her
ear as he helped her to her feet "Your body just drove me wild."

She accepted that and made up her mind to show him how good she
was the next time, The next time, she thought as she slipped into
her clothes.  What am I saying? I don't even care for him! I've
already decided I don't want to see him after this weekend.  He's
too short, too old and just not my type ...

But as they joined the other guests in the living room, Penny
still hadn't straightened out the conflict that was going on
inside her head.  She was intrigued by Paul Lagarde and
fascinated by what was going on all around her in this house of
his.  The atmosphere whetted her curiosity and drove out the
preconditioned thought that all social gatherings were a bore.

"I hate to have to do this," Paul was saying, "but I have to
leave you for a few minutes to arrange for a little ceremony one
of the guests wants to present."

"What kind of ceremony?" Penny asked with a frown.

"Remember Jenkins-the bank president?" he asked, and Penny nodded
that she did.  "Well he caught one of his employees stealing, to
pay gambling debts, I believe.  Anyway, the amount was only a
thousand or so dollars and Jenkins offered him a choice: Be
turned over to the police or submit to Jenkins' justice.  If he
chose the latter, Jenkins would personally replace the money and
he wouldn't lose his job."

"And what kind of punishment does Jenkins have in mind?" Penny
asked with a tinge of sarcasm.

"I'm not sure, but you can count on it being of a sexual nature.
He wouldn't bring him here if it wasn't"

"Does the employee know what the punishment is going to be?"
Penny asked.  She didn't care for the whole idea and thought
perhaps the man was being used-or better yet-blackmailed into
some fiendish act for Mr.  Jenkins' amusement.

"All he knows is there won't be any disfigurement or unbearable
pain," Paul explained quickly, as some of the guests became
impatient to enter the game room.  "Fear of the unknown is
probably the worst part of the punishment."

With that Paul left her and walked briskly across the living
room, reassured the guests waiting at the closed door to the game
room that it would only take a few minutes, opened the door and
slipped into the room.

"Your face is new around here," a voice behind Penny said, taking
her attention off the sealed room she was staring at.

She turned and gave a pleasant smile to an elderly gentleman
sitting in a big, overstuffed chair.  "Yes I am.  My name is
Penny."

"My name is Miller," he responded gruffly.

"Of course.  Congressman Miller, " she said and sat beside him on
a hassock.

"Not my cup of tea," he said with a nod in the direction of the
game-room.  "Too old for that sort of thing anyway.  But at
seventy-eight, I guess I'm too old for almost everything."

"I'm not sure I care for the idea myself," Penny admitted,
glancing at the young boy standing alongside the congressman's
chair.  He was about the same age as the twins, she noted. 
Handsome too.  Almost too pretty a face to be a boy, she thought.
 His elbow was resting on the arm of the chair, his cheek resting
on the palm of his hand and he was smiling pleasantly at her.

"His name is Jerry," Miller said, obviously aware of Penny's
attention.  "At my age, sex is a thing of the past.  But I get
enjoyment out of feeling his soft little ass, relaxes my nerves."

Penny shot a glance at the congressman's arm.  It was draped
casually over the arm of the chair, behind the boy.  She could
tell by the way Jerry's toga hung that the congressman's hand was
under it.

"Oh!" she said with surprise.

"Nothing really to it," the congressman felt obligated to
explain.  "And it feels good, doesn't it, son?" he asked the boy,
who grinned and nodded that he liked it.  "Wouldn't satisfy a
young man but I get a sense of enjoyment out of it"

Penny just sat there wide-eyed.  She saw the old man's hand move
around to the front of the boy and watched as he toyed with the
small limp penis.

He milked it several times, then felt the small sacks hanging
between the boy's legs.

"Come up on my lap," the old man ordered softly.  The boy obeyed,
and climbed, face down, over the congressman's legs.  "Never seem
to get tired of feeling the smooth, velvet skin of a little round
ass," the congressman said, drifting into a trancelike daze.

Penny watched him stroke the round balls of flesh, slide his
finger down the crack, and probe for the opening.  She was a
little shocked that he was so out in the open about it.  And
amazed at how the youngster actually seemed to be enjoying it. 
Then the tip of the congressman's finger found the small orifice
and he corkscrewed the entire length of his finger into the
tunnel.  They both seemed to be delighted with the act, but Penny
was relieved to see Paul coming across the room to get her.  She
quickly got up, took his arm, and walked him away from the scene.

"Who's little boy is that?" she gulped.

"Jerry belongs to one of the gardeners," Paul answered casually.

"Do his parents know what he's doing?"

"As a matter of fact, that's his mother tending bar."

Penny quickly appraised the attractive brunette who was in the
process of filling martini glasses.  Twenty-sixish.  Just the
slightest bit overweight, but well proportioned and smiling
pleasantly as she went about her chores.

I just don't believe it, Penny thought, walking now toward the
game-room.

The room was paneled in dark walnut and the lights were dimmed
down to a point that Penny could barely make out the objects on
the walls-a rack of cue sticks caught her eye, and a dart board.
She couldn't see what was in the glass enclosed cases that were
stationed at intervals along the wall, but she did notice shining
objects that must have been trophies.  She scanned the people
standing along the walls, sipping drinks, chatting and continuing
to enjoy the party.  How coldhearted, she thought.

In the center of the rectangular room was a billiard table.  It
was the only object in the room that was brightly illuminated by
three hanging lamps, that had shades which directed the light
straight down.  The green felt seemed vivid under the lights and
she noticed it was void of all the cue balls.

As soon as the door was closed, a hush fell over the guests and
all but the lights over the pool table were turned off.  Now it
was impossible to recognize anyone along the walls; only the
bottoms of their legs and feet caught any rays from the hanging
lamps.  A door opened and she saw the silhouettes of three men
enter before the door closed again.

"Arthur," Mr.  Jenkins began, stepping closer to the table where
he could be seen.  "Did you come here of your own free will?"

A nervous, high-pitched voice answered weakly, "Yes."

"Were you not caught in the act of stealing money from the bank?"
Jenkins asked.

From the darkness came a scared reply, "Yes."

"And you agreed to accept my proposition to let me replace the
money for you, keep your job and take your just punishment from
me, rather than the authorities?"

A blindfolded figure was brought to the end of the table by two
toga-clad young men.  He was about five feet six; in his late
twenties and a bit on the plump side.  Baby fat, Penny said to
herself.  He was so nervous, she felt sorry for him.

"Then let's get on with it," Jenkins said.

The two well-built young men took their cue and sprung into
action, stripping the victim naked in a few short seconds,
leaving only his blindfold in place.  A few muffled snickers came
from some spectators at the sight of his physique?and his
terribly small, shriveled-up cock.  Then straps were attached to
his wrists and ankles and he was bent over the table, feet on the
floor, and strapped face down by spreading his arms out and tying
them in place.  Next his legs were spread as wide as possible and
secured to legs of the table.

He was only a few feet away from Penny and she could hear him
making little sobbing sounds in his throat.  She and Paul were to
the side and slightly behind him.  Close enough to see his
muscles straining from the taut, spread-eagle position he was
locked in.  Finally his blindfold was removed and he managed to
raise his head to look at the president of the bank where he
worked.  Jenkins stared back impassionately.

"Young man, consider yourself fortunate," Jenkins said in a dry,
monotone voice.  "Thirty minutes from now you'll be back in your
room and your debt will be settled.  The first of your punishment
was the anguish you suffered these last nine days, not knowing
what was to happen to you.  The next two parts will be over
quickly.  And I think you'll someday thank me for not sending you
off to spend years in a prison cell, only to find you can never
find employment again.  And only you and I at the bank will know
what happened during these minutes ..."

"Please, Mr.  Jenkins," the prisoner pleaded.

"Your fate is no longer in my hands, Arthur.  It is now up to
this gentleman, " Jenkins swept his hand in the direction of the
darkness behind himself", Bruno is in complete charge now."

Jenkins left the table and stepped into the darkness.  After a
few moments of suspenseful hesitation, another figure stepped
into the light at the other end of the table, facing Arthur.  A
tall, muscular, black man.  His body glistened from head to toe
with oil.  He was bald and sinister-looking, as he stood with
arms folded staring at his victim.  The only garment he wore was
a square patch of material that covered his groin, held in place
by a leather strap around his waist.

Again he waited for the suspense to build before moving.  But
when he did move, it was a slow, catlike stride, as though he was
stalking an animal.  And all the while he stared at Arthur,
flashing his glistening white teeth in a sinister grin.  As he
came alongside the victim, he reached out a hand and stroked the
quivering face of the terrified young man.

Just the way he grinned and stared, terrified Penny.  He was
evil-looking from head to toe, she decided, imagining how the
poor devil strapped to the table felt.  And when he spoke, he
clearly enunciated every word in a clipped, even tempo, giving
her chills.

"First, ten moderate strokes of a two-inch strap, properly placed
across the subject's ass."

He walked on slowly, running his fingers down Arthur's trembling
back, down the deep crevice between the mounds of soft ass-flesh.
 Arthur's body jerked.

"Please, I'm sorry, Mr.  Jenkins, I'll pay you back, I promise,"
he pleaded in a sobbing, terrified voice.

One of the young men who had escorted him in, stepped forward and
stuffed a white pad of gauze in his mouth and secured it there
with tape.

Penny wanted to get away from this scene, but was held motionless
by the hypnotic movements of the black man.  She didn't want to
watch, but couldn't take her eyes off the executioner.  He
enjoyed this task so much it was impossible to take her eyes off
him.  And he made a point of continuing to torment his victim by
probing the crevice of his ass with his finger.

When he finally did pull his hand away from the deep crack, the
first crack of the strap sounded.  The lightning speed of his
arm, and the loud report of leather slapping loose flesh,
startled everyone.  He followed the first stroke with nine more,
in rapid-fire succession.

Two girls immediately stepped forward and massaged the mounds of
white flesh that now had crimson stripes.  They applied oil and
continued to massage the smooth globes for several minutes, in an
attempt to rub away the pain.

"Finally," Bruno broke the silence with that brain-penetrating
voice of his, "you raped society and society will rape you."

Penny watched in awe as one of the girls stepped forward and
placed a glob of petroleum jelly in the crack of the victim's
ass, while the other girl removed Bruno's loin cloth.  Her eyes
widened as his huge cock came into view.  She watched the first
girl apply the lubricant to the powerful spear and began to feel
weak in the legs when he stepped closer to the hindquarters of
his victim.

With the same slow, deliberate move of his, he placed the palms
of his hands on the smooth mounds of ass and spread them apart. 
Then with a slow, graceful move of his hips, placed the head of
his tumescent male organ at the small entrance.  Penny watched
the heart-shaped head disappear.  She could feel it in her own
rectum-remembering Steve's plunge into that opening and how it
had gagged her.  It bored into the depth of your body, even
though you tried to resist, fighting it off with all your
strength, and losing the battle to the forcing, crawling,
spreading drill, that squeezes into the too tight tunnel.  She
could imagine how poor Arthur must feel.  And from where she was
standing she could see every little detail, hypnotized by the
sight of that big slab of black meat penetrating the milky-white
flesh of the victim.  A slow, forceful, even-paced penetration
that ended only when the full shaft was buried.

There wasn't a sound in the room, other than the muffled moan
coming from the struggling, straining figure on the table. 
Everyone watched the face of the perspiring black man as he
closed his eyes.  The big grin disappearing as he began to grit
his teeth and sway gently back and forth.  His breathing became
audible, got louder and deeper and finally gave way to a loud
grunt.  There was no mistaking what was happening, he was firing
his come up the tight passage.  Penny could feel the juice
squirting, feel the male muscle pulse, then squirt, pulse, and
squirt.  Your insides are stretched to the limit, she remembered,
and it swells up even bigger and squirts its come into your
brain.

The minutes seemed unbearable, but finally a much softer cock
began to slide out of the flesh.

And as soon as the head dropped out, the black man was wrapped in
a robe and whisked off into the darkness.

Penny tugged at Paul's arm to leave, but he paused a moment and
when she glanced at the table, Arthur was already untied, wrapped
in a robe and being removed from the arena.

"Let's get out of here!" she said to Paul as the lights went on
in the room.

He led her out to the living room and she directed him straight
to the bar.  There was a tray of martinis waiting for them and
Penny drank the first one straight down, then put the glass back
on the bar and took another from the tray.

"That was horrible," she said to Paul and was surprised to hear
several people behind her agree.  The bar had suddenly become
crowded.

"It cost me over two thousand dollars," from Jenkins, who emptied
a martini glass in one swallow too, then took another.  "But I
think I've helped Arthur more than if he had been sent to prison.
 After the traumatic experience wears off, he'll be better off."

"It could ruin him for life," Penny snapped back angrily.

"I assure you the whole matter has been discussed with qualified
psychiatrists and we are proceeding to carry out their
recommendations for overcoming any hang-ups that could result
from the experience," Jenkins responded, picking up a third
martini.  "And believe me, I feel worse than anyone about the
whole thing."

"Then why, " Penny started to ask, but was interrupted by
Jenkins, who knew what she was going to ask.

"An experiment.  That's all.  Just an experiment." And he walked
away.

CHAPTER SIX

By the time Penny returned to her room she was exhausted from the
day's activities.  The scene in the game-room was hardly a memory
now.  She was tired and wanted nothing more than to crawl between
those, silky smooth sheets and sleep.

The twins were already asleep on a couch in the corner of the
room, cuddled together in a ball.  But they awoke as soon as
Penny entered the room.  They met her with groggy heads, heavy
eyes, and sleepy smiles.  She told them to go back to sleep, but
they didn't.  Alexander went to the bathroom and began running
water in the tub, while Adrian helped Penny out of her clothes. 
Penny went through the motions without any thought, climbed in
the tub, followed by the twins and was washed by them, dried, and
delivered to the big bed.

It was Adrian who asked, "Where do you want us to sleep, Miss
Kingston?"

"Where do you usually sleep?" she asked.

"In the bed," Alexander giggled.

"Then get in bed," she said and closed her eyes.

She could feel the children climb into bed-one on each side of
her-climb under the covers, turn out the lights and snuggle
against her warm body.  Their naked bodies were cool against hers
and she turned to face Adrian, pulling her close to warm the girl
with the heat from her own body.  Alexander didn't need any help.
 He pressed himself tight against Penny's back and began sliding
his little fist between her legs.

"Please, Alex, I'm tired," she said in a sleepy voice.

His hand was nestled between her legs now and he left it there,
tucked in the warmth of her body.  And Adrian's knee was pressed
into the downy fluff of her golden triangle of hair, while
stuffing her mouth with one of Penny's tits.  But nothing could
disturb the blanket of sleep that was coming over Penny.  The
last thing she remembered was feeling Alexander's other hand
slipping under her and massaging her other tit.

She dreamt.  But senseless dreams.  Abstract dreams.  Martinis
sometimes did that to her flashing objects on the mind's
screen-in color but lacking any story.  And the objects tonight
began with a close-up of Paul Lagarde's cock.  It appeared to be
five feet tall, thick, in vivid colors

complete with popping blue veins and purplish head.  Alive and
throbbing.  But then it just faded away and a black phallus came
from the darkness, growing bigger and bigger, oozing come from a
grinning eye.

She remembered the cocks, and vaguely remembered a tongue. 
Paul's tongue.  Huge and so lifelike.  And an asshole.  She
remembered an asshole.  It was between two big cheeks of
ass-flesh and weeping uncontrollably.  It was so unpleasant, it
woke her, but she dozed off again.  Alexander's hand was still
lodged between her legs, she noticed during the brief moment of
consciousness.

When she awoke the next morning Alexander's hand was still
snuggled between her legs, but the fingers were moving, stirring
tingles in her cunt.  She opened her eyes and saw Adrian's
smiling face looking back at her.  Sweet thing, she thought,
remaining motionless, just staring at the little girl, while
Adrian reached over and touched one of her nipples with the tip
of her little finger.  As the nipple grew hard, Adrian toyed with
it, pinched it gently between her fingers, flicked it and seemed
fascinated by the now rocklike protrusion.

Meanwhile, Alexander seemed to be entertaining himself behind
Penny.  His fingers were tiptoeing between her legs, touching the
openings of her body, but not entering.  He pressed himself tight
against Penny's back and she could feel his soft rubbery penis
nestle in the crack of her ass.  A grinding motion with his groin
made Penny wonder if he was trying to raise a hard-on.  But she
put the thought out of her mind, convinced he was too young for
that sort of thing, and just let herself relax with the cozy
feeling the children gave her.

It was still early and she had plenty of time before getting
dressed to meet Paul at the pool for breakfast.  She wondered how
the young man that had been punished on the pool table felt this
morning.  And what sort of thing the congressman did when he
retired to his room at night.  Just keep feeling his little
companion? And does Paul Lagarde sleep alone, or does he also
have children in bed with him? Or maybe a girl, Liz?

Little fingers were starting to explore those openings now. 
Delving into her private chambers and feeling the inside of her
body.  She was going to put a stop to it when she noticed Adrian
was playing with herself.

"Don't do that, sweetheart;" she said softly.

"But it itches," Adrian explained with a frown.

"Just leave it alone and the itch will go away," Penny tried to
convince her.

"I can't," Adrian said flatly.  And Penny knew what she meant. 
She too had had that same feeling.

"Here, let my rub it for you and make the itch go away," Penny
said, replacing the girl's hand with her own.

Penny stroked the smooth, hairless folds of flesh with a gentle
touch of her fingertips, trying to get the girl to forget the
burning itch from within.  But Adrian only settled for that for a
few moments before reaching down and pressing on Penny's finger
with all her might, digging it into her slit.

"Ooowwww, " the child cooed.  "Would you kiss it for me?"

Penny nodded that she would and Adrian immediately scurried out
from under the blankets and straddled Penny's face.  What was
meant to be a little, tight-lipped kiss-the kind parents give a
bruised knee to kiss away the pain for a child soon developed
into much more.  Adrian wasn't satisfied with the tight-lipped
kiss and began bouncing gently on Penny's face until she opened
her mouth.  The warm, moist feeling of Penny's mouth satisfied
the child for a while.

Behind Penny's back, Alexander had turned completely around and
was now nipping at the cheeks of her ass, kissing the soft fleshy
mounds and biting them gently.  A stir of excitement began to
form in her sex box.  And his mouth was promising more
tantalizing attacks.

Straddled over her face was a cooing, rocking Adrian, who seemed
contented with the moist mouth that cover her itching,
bare-skinned cove.  And down at her ass was a playful Alexander,
kissing, biting and licking at her tender, sensitive skin.  Her
attention was centered more on what Alexander was doing down
there, than on what she was doing to Adrian.

That child's mouth is unbelievable, she told herself when he
began working his way down the deep ravine between the gloves of
her cool assflesh.  His mouth felt steaming hot compared to her
own skin.  She could feel his rubbery male organ grinding into
her back, as he seemed to be trying to work out an itch of his
own.

Then his mouth found that hot buttonhole hidden down there and
she gave out a moan that delighted Adrian.  "Mmmm, " she
continued to hum into the young girl's slit.

"Mmmmmmmm, " Alexander hummed into her rectum.  The vibrations
sent chills and sensations through her body.

Penny's tongue licked out at the crease of flesh on her mouth and
Adrian went wild with satisfaction, grabbing Penny's hair with
both hands and bouncing with increased fury.

When Alexander's tongue snaked into her sensitive orifice, Penny
drove her own tongue deeper into the little slit between Adrian's
legs.

"Oooowwwww, more," Adrian gasped with delight.

Suddenly, without warning, the little girl was off Penny's face.
She opened her eyes with confused alarm and looked wide-eyed into
the smiling face and dark eyes of the young man who had carried
her valise when she first arrived.  He was standing next to the
bed, lifting Adrian from her place on Penny's face.

"Mr.  Lagarde thought you might like a rubdown," he was saying
through a broad grin.

"All right," Penny said in an unnaturally high voice.

Alexander's tongue was still squirming up her rectum and she
blushed all over when the young man whipped off the covers reveal
the hidden little boy down there.

"That's enough," she heard him tell Alexander, lifting him from
the bed.  Then the olive-complexioned youth spoke to Penny, "Turn
on your stomach, please."

She obeyed, but was still flushed with embarrassment.  Of all
things to be caught doing, she thought as he climbed on the bed
and straddled her hips.  His talented fingers immediately began

massaging her neck and shoulders.  She could feel his bare ass
resting gently on hers and the faint touch of his maleness
brushing in the crack.  The touch was nothing, but the vision of
his heart shaped spear resting so close to her treasure cove gave
her pangs of delight.

"What's your name?" Penny asked, to take her mind off the
embarrassing situation he had walked in on.

His thumbs pressed into the sides of her backbone, while his
palms and fingers massaged expertly out to the sides.  The long
pause gave Penny the impression that he didn't hear her or was
ignoring the question.  But he finally answered in a pleasant
voice, "Russ."

"What brings you here?" she gulped, as the weight of his body
came down on his hands, forcing the breath from her lungs.

"I work here," he responded, with a hint of sarcasm in his
voice-as though it was a stupid question.

As his fingers reached the rising mounds of Penny's ass, he
shifted his squatting position down to her legs and she could
feel the soft, smooth head of his cock slide between the gloves
of her assflesh.  Soft, she asked herself, wondering how that
could be, with her lying there naked and his male "feeler"
nestled in the crack of her ass most guys would be going out of
their minds, she told herself.  Why isn't he, she worried.

His strong hands kneaded the firm balls of her ass until they
began to tingle with the surge of blood rushing to the awakened
flesh.  His fingers didn't try to avoid the delicate sunburst
hidden between the globes of white meat.  During one squeeze, a
finger actually lodged in the little elastic ring, giving her a
pleasant sensation as it stretched open.  But that was all! There
was no attempt to explore-as any man would undoubtedly do, she
reasoned and he moved on down to her legs, leaving her in a state
of confusion.

"Well, how did you get the job?" she tried to get the
conversation going again.

"Mr.  Lagarde is sponsoring me in drama school," Russ answered,
with a hint of apology in his voice now.  "I'm sorry, I thought
you knew and was putting me on.  Almost everyone here, the studs
and concubines anyway, are in the arts, thanks to the generosity
of Mr.  Lagarde.  It's the easiest way I know of working your way
through school."

Now his hands were moving quickly, softly up and down her legs
and he was kneeling off to the side.  A most talented masseur,
she thought, fully awake from the increased circulation of blood
through her tingling body.

"And everyone gets to do his 'thing' around here," Russ continued
in a more talkative mood.  "Your obligation isn't squeezed out of
you in sweat and blood-like most jobs.  You get an opportunity to
express yourself here, to experiment with new experiences.  And
actors must experience all aspects of life to portray it
faithfully."

The feel of his fingers dancing all over her back, from head to
toe now, was sending chills of delight through Penny's body.  The
gentle brushing of his fingers between her legs, as they glided
softly over her tingling skin, fanned her desire for more.  More
touching between the legs.  More fingers dancing on her itching
cove.  That burning little itch-like Adrian's-was beginning to
consume all her thoughts.

"And do you like your work?" she teased, searching with her hand
to find his cock.

The rubdown was over.  Russ relaxed, kneeling next to her and
sitting back on his heels.  She saw the smile broaden on his face
as her hand reached under the toga for the evasive male organ.

Still soft! The thought struck her as her fingers found the limp
noodle resting between his legs.  How could it be, she wondered
in disbelief.  She teased it now with her long, slender fingers,
unable to accept the thought that she hadn't aroused the male
flesh with her sensuous body.  Just the sight of it should have
built a fire in him, she told herself, as she frantically tried
to milk it to erection.  it stood like a flagpole for that girl
.yesterday, Why not for me?

"I don't think you'll find any life there, " Russ was saying, but
she brushed aside his words and brought her pouty red lips to the
tip of the sleeping giant's head, her big blue eyes staring at it
with a sexy, longing look, before sucking it into her mouth.

The handsome young man let the warmth of her mouth engulf his
cock.  He looked into her pretty face with a longing too, but no
response from his limp shaft.  Her suck-hollowed cheeks tormented
him, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"Don't feel bad," he said softly.  "I've been fucking away all
night, and I'm sure they gave me a dose of saltpeter before
letting me come in to give you a rubdown."

Penny let the limp flesh slip from between her lips and looked
into his dark eyes.  For the first time there was a warmth in his
deep stare.  "Why?" she asked naively.

"I was sent to give you a rubdown.  Nothing else.  The studs are
never allowed to take advantage of a guest, and a rubdown can
lead to sex, even if it isn't intended to at first.  So the studs
who are giving rubdowns are always loaded with blanks.  Even if
you ask for a stud, he always arrives after the rubdown, when the
fire is built, so your passion is spent on the one you have
chosen."

"And when will you be back in action?" Penny asked.

With a big grin, Russ answered, "Probably tonight, or tomorrow
morning.  Depending on how big a dose of deterrent they slipped
me."

"Then I'll ask for you," she whispered, Lowering her eyes shyly,
still fascinated by the sight of his limp cock and wanting him
inside her, but embarrassed by her own brazenness, yet unable to
control her lust.  She stroked the soft cock affectionately, half
believing that it couldn't possibly remain limp.  But it did.

"I have to go," Russ finally said with a sigh, taking her fingers
from his sleeping weapon.  He slid off the bed and walked to the
door, hesitated, as if to say something, but changed his mind and
left without looking back at her.

"Your bath is ready," Adrian said from the door of the bathroom,
and Penny moved quickly from the bed to the bathtub, to drown the
pulsing urge between her legs and quench the fire in her itching
cunt.

The pool was actually built outside the house, enclosed for the
winter months by a greenhouse type structure and connected to the
house by a passageway of the same glass framing.  Along the
walls, green plants and trees thrived on the humidity from the
heated pool.

Paul was wearing wine-colored slacks and a white turtle-neck
sweater.  Penny spotted him as soon as she entered with the
twins.  Almost at the same instant, Paul saw her and left the
group of people he was chatting with and joined her.  They sat at
the nearest poolside table and were immediately brought trays of
food, coffee, and juice-with or without vodka.

"Mmmmm', " Penny thought for a moment and said, "I think I'll
start with a Bloody Mary."

"Terrific idea," Paul added enthusiastically, signaling the girl
at the juice cart to make it two.  "You look as though you had a
good night's rest."

"Oh, yes.  Marvelous," Penny chirped back, determined to get off
to a new approach with Paul.  One in which she would be less on
the defensive.  "And, I see some of your guests are already off
to another day of fun and frolic."

Her glance in the direction of the figures "swimming" at the
shallow end of the pool made her point clear.  Three naked girls
were with the distinguished, middle-aged senator, playfully
pawing at him, while one girl remained submerged, sucking on his
cock.  Hardly more than an arm's reach from the senator's group,
a young man and girl were untied at the loins, copulating as
though no one else was around.  And sitting across from them, at
the edge of the pool, with her feet dangling in the water, was
the well-known gossip columnist, Brenda Babbit.  A pretty, young
girl bobbed up and down in the water, toying with the hairy bush
between Brenda's legs.

Penny had chosen a simple, white, pleated skirt and white sweater
for the morning get-together, and was glowing with pride at her
choice.  Everyone else, with the exception of Paul, was either
naked or close to it.  And she was drawing more attention than
the naked girls running around the pool.

Paul just nodded at her reference to the early orgy that was
starting in the pool.  Then he tried to change the subject to his
plants, but Penny brought him right back to sex.

"The plants are lovely, but I'd like to talk to you about the
twins."

"If the twins are any bother I'll have them replaced." Paul
quickly tried to assure her that he wanted her to be happy.

"No, it's not that, Paul.  I just think the children are playing
games they aren't old enough to understand," she cut him short. 
"They've been taught every act of sexual conduct without the
slightest idea of what sex really is.  All they know is they have
to please someone?anyone?and they spend all their time trying to
accomplish it orally, or whatever.., and they're too young to get
any release from it themselves."

"Hold it, " Paul interrupted as she began to build up to what
sounded like a lecture.  "Hold everything, I think you have the
wrong impression.  The children aren't tutored or trained to do
what they do.  They're all raised together and just allowed to
express their sexual instincts without restrictions.  Instead of
putting a damper on their games-what child hasn't played 'doctor'
at one time or another?-we just ignore their explorations, as
though it was perfectly natural.  And who's to say it isn't?"

Penny stared with wide eyes and dropped jaw at his rebuttal.  She
wasn't in a position to argue that point with him, but she was
sure they had been instructed in the act of oral sex.

"You mean to say, five-year-old children think up oral games by
themselves? Without seeing it first?" she countered.

"Absolutely," Paul said calmly.  "And you can ask their parents."

"Now, Paul, how can you tell me that boy Jerry wasn't instructed
to let that dirty old man finger his anus?" She asked in
surprise.

"You're right," he answered, shocking her with his sudden and
complete about-face.  Then, before she could recover and strike
while she had him on the defensive, he added, "But we don't
instruct them in the sex play.  We just make it clear that
'guests' are to be pampered, then convert them from playing with
one another to also include adults in their games.  And they soon
find the adults are much more appreciative."

Penny's attention shifted to the end of the pool, where she
noticed Mr.  Jenkins was about to enter the water with three
playful girls.  The girls were all very attractive; in their late
teens, Penny decided, and probably models.  But it was Jenkins
she was most concerned with.  What sort of man was he, she
wondered.  Why had he arranged for that ritual, when it seemed to
upset him so?

It wasn't just Jenkins and the girls that held her attention,
Penny realized.  There was something about to happen, and
everyone was starting to focus their attention on the group.

Then Penny saw two young men approaching the side of the pool
with what appeared to be a respirator, oxygen, and first-aid
equipment.  She knew something was about to take place-and it
didn't appear to be of a pleasant nature.

Across the pool Brenda Babbit had lifted her feet from the water
and tested her heels on the edge, which brought her knees almost
up to her chin, while she spread her legs wide apart, looking
something like a giant frog.  Brenda was in her late forties and
Penny couldn't help feeling repulsed by the position she had
taken.  Penny was looking straight into the junction of her legs,
into the hairy bush, the lips of her cunt and even her anus.  But
Brenda wasn't aware of Penny's disgusted stare, her own eyes were
focused on the group at the end of the pool.  She reached down
and got a firm grip on the hair of the young girl in the water
below, bringing the girl's head up to her hairy cove by pulling
the fistful of hair up and forcing the girl's face into the
middle of her legs.

"Perhaps we should leave," Paul suggested, snapping Penny out of
her wide-eyed stare.

"Why? What's going to happen?"

"Just a little game of skill," Paul answered, but pushed away
from the table to leave before it started.  He didn't want Penny
to experience another unpleasant scene-as she had at the previous
night's "ceremony"-because he was beginning to realize that the
more she saw, the more she held him responsible.  And instead of
drawing her to him, it was driving her away.

"What kind of game?" Penny asked, not making any effort to leave
with him.

"One of the girls will attempt to bring Jenkins to a
climax-orally-while the others hold her underwater.  The trick is
to do it before you run out of air."

"And if she doesn't?"

"That's what the rescue team is for.  I think we'd better go."

"If there's no danger, I'd like to watch."

Paul slumped back into his chair, a bit uneasy about staying. 
His only hope was for Jenkins to reach a quick climax-but he
didn't put too much faith in that miracle happening.

So, our bank president really IS a sadist after all, Penny told
herself, as she watched the girls getting ready for the dive.

The girl chosen to attempt the underwater feat was a petite
brunette.  She had a pretty face, Penny noted, with a cute
turned-up nose and small, but sensuous mouth.  Her wide, brown
eyes were dancing with excitement as she nervously bounced up and
down in the water, taking deep breaths of air as an exercise
before dunking her head underwater.  Her two companions, taller
girls with more fully developed bodies, were joking with her and
helping her get ready for the task.  But Jenkins was just
standing chest deep in the water, leaning against the side of the
pool and calmly waiting for the girl to get started.  Penny could
only get little glimpses of his cock, but as far as she could
tell it was limp.

Everyone's attention was on the naked group now, as the girl
faced Jenkins, stared into his eyes and slipped her dainty hands
down to his groin.  Jenkins was the picture of casualness, Penny
observed, watching him stand there with his arms resting straight
out along the ledge of the pool, staring at the girl with an air
of indifference and apparently oblivious to the spectators who
were closing in for a better view.

The pretty brunette began to milk his limp tube of skin into a
firmer weapon.  Slowly, patiently, she continued to draw the
rubbery tube, hand over hand, into a state of hardness.  When she
was finally ready, she took an extra deep breath and submerged. 
The two girls, one on either side of her, each placed one hand on
her shoulders and the other on her buttocks, insuring complete
submersion.  The girl's small mouth engulfed the head of Jenkins
hardening cock.  She worked just the ballooning, purplish
mushroom at the end of his swollen member between her elastic
lips.

Penny caught herself holding her own breath as she watched. 
Across the way she saw Brenda pulling that girl's face harder
into the junction of her legs.  The girl was struggling with the
awkward position she was in-half in and half out of the
water-trying to support herself so her weight wouldn't all be on
the fistful of hair Brenda was clutching.

Now the young girl had most of Jenkins' cock in her mouth and was
sucking on it, milking it with her tongue and letting small
bursts of air bubbles out of her mouth and, around his swollen
meat.

How much longer can she stay under, Penny asked herself.  The
girl's body had already begun to tense up and the girls holding
her down were exerting more force now.  Then her legs began to
kick and her small hands were clutching at Jenkins' body, trying
to pull herself up for air.  Her fingers were digging into his
skin, scratching at his buttocks for a hold that would get her to
the surface.

Only at this point did the middle-aged bank president begin to
show signs of interest He brought his arms off the edge of the
pool, reached down into the mass of dark-brown hair that was
streaming toward the surface of the water and pulled her head
harder against his groin, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into
her throat.  The two girls let her shoulders go and grabbed her
arms, pulling her clutching fingers from Jenkins' body and
pushing down harder.

"Ooohhh, oohhhh, " from Brenda, who was locking her legs around
that girl's head and squeezing with all her might.  Brenda's eyes
were wide and glassy, but fixed on the struggle that was going on
in the water.

The girl underwater was frantically fighting for air now.  The
big cock was driving down her throat, choking her, while her
lungs screamed for air.  Every muscle in her body was twitching.

Finally Jenkins closed his eyes, set his jaw tight, paused, then
rocked back and forth as he spent his come.  He pulled the girl
tighter and held her there until every last drop of juice was
deposited in her mouth.  Then, and not a second sooner, he
released his grip on the girl's head and rested his arms back on
the pool's ledge.

"Ooooohhhhh, " Brenda let out a yell.  "Ahhhhh, ahhhh, ahhh," she
cried as she worked out her orgasm on the girl's face.

The two girls pulled the limp girl's head above water, and Penny
could see white cream floating from her mouth on the surface of
the water.  They smacked her on the back, several times and she
coughed up more come, while the two men with the rescue equipment
got ready to jump into the water after her.  But the girl coughed
and gagged on her own and gasped for precious air.  She had to be
lifted bodily from the water and they put the oxygen mask on her
face, but only briefly.  The girl sat up and grinned at her
friends, then slipped limply back on the stretcher, exhausted,
but victorious.  The men gave her more oxygen and carried her
away.

Several of the male spectators helped Jenkins out of the pool and
he too was pampered.  They wrapped him in a robe and the two
girls led him away, as the spectators congratulated him.

Sonofabitch! Penny growled under her breath.

Brenda left the poolside too.  Her companion was still hanging on
the ledge, splashing water on her reddened face, where Brenda's
coarse pubic hair had irritated the skin around her mouth and
nose.  She had to be helped from the water, too exhausted to lift
herself up.

Penny, turned to face Paul, whose eyes were lowered and obviously
trying to avoid hers.  She couldn't bring herself to criticize
him.  Not again.  Not after the young girl finished her task with
a triumphant grin-as if to prove to her friends that she could do
it.

Instead, Penny said, "Oh, by the way, I'd like to have that
handsome young stud, eh, Russ, I think his name is, the dark
one."

"Yes, of course," Paul answered quickly, taking her by complete
surprise.  She had expected to hurt him with the request.

"He's a nice guy," she added weakly, for want of something better
to say.

"Anything you want is yours," Paul said in that suave, charming
voice of his, "but, "

Penny waited for him to finish, but he didn't.  After a long
pause she finally asked, "But what?"

"Nothing," he said softly, pausing again before adding, "It's
just that, "

It's just that you thought I'd want YOU instead, she completed
the statement under her breath, but didn't say anything to him. 
She was enjoying his stammering, squirming predicament. 
Confident that she had him where she wanted him now.

"Well," he started again.  "It's just that I thought you were
bored with sex, at least you said you were getting bored with
sex, at least I was hoping you'd give my little theory time to
work."

Theory, Penny thought.  What theory? He had taken her by complete
surprise.

Paul saw the confused expression on her face and went on to
explain, "Remember I told you that young people rush into sex so
fast that they soon lose interest?" She nodded that she
remembered.  "Well, that's what you're doing if you just go from
one stud to another, expecting some new and exciting thing to
happen just because the face is different.  But it never does ...

"As I mentioned before, you have to build a desire for sex.  A
longing.  Fan the desire into a raging fire, don't put it out
with the first few pangs of need.  Hold out until you need it so
bad you could die-then you will really enjoy it.  And after that,
just remembering how much you wanted it will excite you."

Penny was completely stunned now.  She remembered.  And she did
want to increase her enjoyment, but how long did she have to
abstain, she wondered.  She wanted male meat in her cunt right
flow! Last night! On the trip up to the island! How long did she
have to wait? And she was also depressed by the fact that she had
lost the offensive with Paul and was back on the defensive.  But
another thought came to mind and she jumped at the opportunity to
keep him from getting the best of her.

"What about, last night?" she asked with a tone of sarcasm. 
"Didn't we both experience orgasms then? And why did you assign
the twins to my room? Their little games can certainly bring on
an orgasm, "

"Yes, of course," Paul Interrupted, smiling broadly.  "But an
orgasm is wonderful, the more the better, without the actual act.
 What we did, what the twins are capable of doing, only increases
the desire for the real thing.  In its absence we use
substitutes.  But the substitutes increase our desire for the
real male-female union."

Penny drifted into deep thought over that.  She admitted that he
had a point, her longing for a satisfying, cunt-filling cock was
uppermost in her mind at this moment.  But she didn't know how
long she could impose this self-denial on herself.  And
remembering how she had rushed home to seduce her father, fanned
her longing even more, but also proved Paul's point.  It had been
one of the most delicious, satisfying experiences she had had in
a long time, she recalled.  The juices were already dampening her
panties at the thought of her father's rigid spear entering the
soft walls of her insides.  She could even picture her sensitive
cuntlips spreading around his smooth skin and feel the long tube
slipping up her insides.  She began to get homesick.

"I'll try," she said sheepishly, smiling at Paul but trying to
avoid his eyes.

They left the pool and strolled through the house.  Penny's eyes
caught glimpses of sex acts in every direction, but she was
determined not to think about them.  Not let them bother her. 
But she couldn't help herself.  Especially when they came upon a
wealthy stockbroker she knew from Long Island, bent over the back
of a chair while one of the young studs stood behind him, boring
his male muscle into the broker's anus.  That fascinated her, for
some reason, and she stopped to watch.

The broker was about thirty, she guessed.  And he was standing
behind the chair, bent at the waist over the back of it and just
as relaxed as though nothing was happening.  His pants were in a
heap around his ankles and he was still wearing a sweater.  The
young stud was blond and on the thin side.  He was taking great
pleasure in the task at hand.  Just in the brief moment Penny had
stopped to watch, he had inserted his knobby head into the
opening several times, only to withdraw it and start over-as if
wanting just the right position.  He also took delight in looking
at the small opening-spreading the man's ass-flesh apart and
staring at the buttonhole target.  Penny thought she detected
saliva oozing from the corners of his mouth.

"Would you like a drink?" Paul asked, interrupting her
concentration.

"Er, fine, Yes, I'll have another Bloody Mary."

As Paul crossed the living room for the drinks, Penny quickly
searched for an inconspicuous place where she could watch the men
without being obvious.  They hadn't noticed her so far and she
didn't want to be caught staring.  An armchair, just a few feet
away, was perfect.  It was facing out toward the living room and
all she had to do was position herself on the right side of it,
resting an elbow on the armrest and she could see everything
without appearing to stare.

Nice legs, Penny said to herself as she focused her attention on
the broker again.  Shapely and clean shaven.  His buttocks were
firm, round balls of white meat, she noted-almost looks like a
woman from the waist down.  His partner on the other hand, was
too thin and bony.

As soon as she saw Paul start back with her drink, she casually
shifted her eyes to a distant wall and pretended to be in deep
thought.  She had that guilty feeling again, but decided not to
pay any attention to it.  At least not here.  No one else seems
to pay attention to each other's sexual behavior; she
rationalized.  Not once had she heard a criticism about a sex
act.  Those who didn't like a certain scene simply moved on in
silence.

"Several people are leaving," Paul said as he handed her the
drink, "and I have to see them off."

"That's all right," Penny responded, giving Paul a big smile to
show she was in a better mood.  And finding courage, mixed with
daring, she added, "I'll just watch the gay ones over there."

Paul glanced at the two men she referred to and gave her a smile.
 "I'll only be gone a few minutes," he reassured her and walked
off.

It was the first time Penny could remember the two of them not
acting like cat and mouse; with one on the defensive and the
other playing the lead.  She decided Paul was not such a bad guy
after all Maybe if he wasn't so short and so much older, she
thought, as she watched him cross the room, she might even be
able to fall for him.

"Stop teasing and get on with it," she heard the broker say,
bringing her attention back to the scene in the corner.

The look on the stud's face gave Penny the impression he was at
the peak of excitement and never wanted to come down.  His eyes
focused in a dazed stare at the stabbing head of his cock, and a
stream of saliva was drooling from the corner of his mouth, down
to his chin.

But he obeyed the command and sheathed his long sword.  For a
moment Penny thought he was going to faint from the thrill of it.
 Instead, he leaned forward, pressing his chest onto his lover's
back, and wrapped his arms around him.  When the broker took a
step back, away from the chair, Penny could see that the stud had
a firm grip on his cock with both hands.  And the broker had that
delirious look on his face too.  They remained locked together,
swaying back and forth until Penny noticed a wild look coming
over the face of the stud.  His cock was exploding its lava, she
thought, and found herself breathing a little heavier.  He was
straining, hugging, squeezing, and completely lost to the
sensation around his cock.

It must have been mutual, she decided, as the broker's cock, with
its mushroom-shaped head protruding from the stud's hands, shot a
glob of white syrup that splattered on the back of the chair.

Penny's own hands were clenched in tight fists, and she could
almost feel the throbbing cock in them.  Then she felt the jerk
and recoil as it fired again and again.  The two men remained
coupled long after their discharges were over.  Penny's interest
began to drift.  She wondered why most of the men who had passed
the scene turned their heads and ignored it.  Perhaps they felt
repulsed, just as she had been with Brenda's act, she decided, as
the stud's limp cock slipped out of its sheath and the two men
separated.  The broker pulled up his pants and the pair strolled
off toward the bar.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Once Penny stopped being critical and accepted the fact that she
was a guest at an orgy, the time slipped away quickly and
pleasantly.  Paul was with her the entire day, leaving her only
for brief farewells, to prominent guests.  They had lunch in the
large dining room, with the other guests, but dined alone in the
same small, private room.  It wasn't until it was time to retire
that Penny found herself thinking about the pleasure of going to
bed with a man.  But it became apparent that Paul had no
intention of filling that wish.  He walked her back to her room,
gave her a breathtaking kiss, and left.

She found herself alone in the room.  The absence of the twins
puzzled her, but she preferred to think they were tucked away in
the nursery, sleeping like normal children.  It was late, she
realized, and she was weary from being on the go all day.  She
went through the motions of getting ready for bed; filling the
bath while she brushed her hair at the mirror and analyzed, the
image looking back at her.  The running water drowned out any
other noise and she was suddenly startled when she caught
something out of the corner of her eye moving at the door.  Her
head jerked around and she saw the dark, handsome stud standing
in the doorway.  He was smiling at her and those sexy eyes danced
with delight.

"Russ," she found herself saying, "I hate to be a bitch, but I'd
prefer being alone, "

"Perhaps it's better this way," he said seriously.  "The mind is
willing, but the flesh is still pretty weak.  And I'd hate to
disappoint you.  I've been uptight all day thinking about it."

Penny smiled at his honesty and watched him leave.  She wondered
about Paul then.  Was he testing her or didn't he care? A very
difficult man to figure out, she concluded as she stepped into
the bath.  And why is it so important to understand him? That
bothered her more than anything.

The warmth of the water sent delicious tingles through her body.
Especially as it licked at her sex before she lowered herself
completely.  Then it slithered over her body in a blanket of
warmth and security, driving out all her tensions and relaxing
the tired muscles.

She couldn't avoid looking at herself.  Everywhere she looked
there were mirrors.  Being alone like this was disturbing,
because she found herself being too critical of her body.  Being
a tall blonde was fine.  That much she liked.  But the rising
breasts didn't rise far enough-in her opinion.  Then again, her
hips seemed a little too full, she thought.  And while men seemed
to be wild about her long, shapely legs, to her they were just a
little too heavy.

In an attempt to stop thinking about her imperfections, she began
soaping herself down and found her body responding to the touch
of her fingers.  When she soaped her breasts, the nipples popped
up hard and quivering; as she moved down her stomach, little
tingles of anticipation stirred between her legs.  She began to
wonder if she had done the right thing by sending Russ away. 
Having a man now would be the perfect ending to the day.

Then she heard the bedroom door close as she panicked from force
of habit, forgetting everything else as she listened and waited.
"Ohhh, " she sighed with relief when Liz came into view.  "I was
startled when I heard the door close.  Been reading too many
murder books."

"I didn't mean to frighten you," Liz said in a soft apologetic
voice.  "Mr.  Lagarde asked me to see if you needed anything."

"No, I'm fine," Penny replied, as Liz approached the bathroom
door.  She couldn't help but envy the beautiful face and shape of
this very sweet young girl.

Liz stopped at the door, indicating to Penny that despite the
atmosphere on this island, this girl was just a shy, innocent
thing at heart.  Her big doe-like eyes sparkled, and Penny found
herself getting jealous.

Still speaking in a soft, sexy voice, Liz said, "The twins went
on a trip with their parents this afternoon and aren't back yet.
But as soon as they get back they'll come in."

"It's terribly late for them to be up," Penny said, reaching for
a towel.  Liz quickly stepped over to the tub, opened the towel
and held it for Penny.  Then she helped blot the water from
Penny's back.

"I sure wish I had your shape," Liz admitted shyly.

"You must be kidding," Penny said with a smile.  "I was just
telling myself the same thing about yours."

"I guess we're never satisfied with what we have," Liz said with
a sigh.  "But I always wanted to be a sexy blonde like you. 
Would you mind if I stayed in your room until the twins get
back?"

"I'd be happy to have the company," Penny said honestly.

"I get depressed when I'm alone so much," Liz added.

It came as a complete shock to Penny, but she didn't allow it to
show.  For some reason she trusted Liz, but just couldn't accept
the idea that she wasn't Paul's whore.

"Which side of the bed do you want?" Penny asked, still wrapped
in the towel and wanting to get under the covers.

"It doesn't matter," Liz answered.  She went to the bed and
pulled back the covers for Penny to get in.

Penny felt a bit self-conscious dropping the towel to get in bed.
 It gave her a queasy feeling being naked before the eyes of such
a shy girl.  So close, too.  But she managed to be graceful in
her haste to get under the covers.  Then Liz put out the lights
and got into the bed on the other side.

For a while-the room was silent and Penny just luxuriated in the
feel of the bed, the cool sheets, and the drowsiness that was
engulfing her thoughts.  But the silence was broken by a muffled
sound.  Penny opened her eyes and listened.  It sounded again,
but it wasn't distinguishable.

"Liz, " Penny whispered.

There was a pause and finally a muffled, strained reply, "Yes?"

"Are you all right?" Penny asked, realizing now that the sound
was coming from Liz.

"I'll be all right," Liz answered between sniffles.

Penny could hear the sobs now.  She reached for the light on the
table and asked, "What's wrong, Liz?"

"Oh, Penny," the young girl cried openly, "I'm so depressed."

"Now come on," Penny tried to comfort her, suddenly realizing she
was holding the girl's head to her bosom, as she might have done
if it was Adrian

or any crying child.  But it seemed strange to have such a big
girl nestled there.  And the damp cheek on her breast gave her a
chill.  Just a little girl, Penny kept telling herself to relieve
that guilty feeling.

Between sobs and sniffles, Liz managed to say, "I wish I was
dead."

The words were spoken into Penny's breast and the girl's warm,
wet mouth flashed a strange sensation through Penny's body.  She
tried not to pay attention to it, but it settled in a warm,
pleasant glow between her legs.  Suddenly she was tingling that
guilt feeling with more force, trying to ignore the aching,
itching, burning feeling in her cunt, Just an honest feeling of
compassion, she tried to convince herself.  Through the dizzy,
upset, confused feeling in her head, she managed to say, "Why
don't you tell me about it?"

"It's just that I'm so lonely and depressed," Liz said,
conquering her sobs, but still sniffling.

Penny felt a teardrop slither down her tit and stop on the
nipple.  The nipple hardened.  And the thought of the salty
droplet perched on her tit made everything worse.  She could
almost taste it.  But she felt so guilty about what was going on
in her body and mind that she was almost conquering the other
feelings ...

It was all so innocent, Penny tried to tell herself.  But the
move Liz made had brought her body against Penny's.  The girl's
breasts were pressed into her stomach and Penny found the
sensitive hairs of her groin touching the girl's leg.  It took
all the restraint she had to overcome the urge to press her
burning cunt-lips against the smooth leg.

But she didn't have to.  In the next instant Liz moved and her
leg pressed the moist spot between Penny's legs.  And Penny
discovered she was opening her legs to allow Liz to slip hers in
between them.

"I'm in love with Paul," Liz said, crying harder and sobbing in
uncontrolled bursts.  "But he treats me like, like, a daughter."

"I didn't, realize ..."

"And all the young men keep away from me ..." Liz sobbed.  "And,
I need a man, Penny, I need a man so bad."

Penny drew the girl's face tighter to her breasts by pressing
gently on the back of her head, muffling the sound of her sobs
with the flesh of her tit.  See, she told herself, the girl is
just a love-sick child.

"Have you tried leaving him?" Penny asked.  "Sometimes a guy
doesn't know he loves you until he thinks he's losing you."

"I have no place to go.  My parents are in California and I just
can't go back there, and besides, it's too far away from ..."

"Then make him jealous," Penny said with conviction.  "That
always makes them take notice."

"But none of the guys will even look at me."

Penny gave that problem some thought and couldn't find a
solution.  Especially if Paul was warning the men to stay away
from her.  But then an idea struck her so hard, that she
instantly knew it was perfect.  She bubbled with enthusiasm as
she announced, "I've got the solution! You can date my brother,
he's crazy about you anyway.  And it'll be the perfect match to
jolt Paul to his senses.  Mostly because Steve is independent-but
he's also handsome, young, and if I do say so myself well, he's
equipped for the job."

"Oh, Penny," Liz responded enthusiastically, "I'll try anything."

To show her appreciation, Liz planted a warm kiss on Penny's
tear-covered breast.

"Ohhhh, Liz, please, don't do that," Penny groaned, visibly
shaken by the effect the kiss had on her.

But instead of stopping, Liz opened her mouth and covered the
sensitive nipple with it, sucking as much of the sender meat into
her mouth as she could.  Then slowly she let it slip out again,
her lips sliding down to the very tip of the rock-hard nipple.

"I love you, Penny," she sighed.  "You're the only friend I have.
 The only one I can talk to."

Penny's breath was taken away by the kiss.  Honey was oozing from
between her legs onto the firm, smooth leg that was nestled
there.  And Liz must have known it, she realized, because the
smooth leg was rubbing gently, up and down, harder and harder, on
her drooling cunt.

"You're the nicest person I've ever met," Liz continued, filling
Penny's already spinning head with more flattering remarks.  "I'd
do anything for you, Penny, anything."

Penny couldn't say a word.  She wanted to tell Liz to turn over
and go to sleep.  She wanted to tell her she was repulsed by the
thought of two girls that two girls shouldn't, It was wrong for
girls, Nothing seemed to make sense anymore.  So she gave the
girl a little hug.  Just an understanding little squeeze-to let
her know she appreciated the compliments.

The gentle hug spurred Liz on to more daring displays of
affection.  She sucked Penny's tit into her mouth again, milking
it now with her tongue, while her hand slid down Penny's back and
caressed the plump balls of meat, encouraging the grinding motion
that was taking place on her leg.

She doesn't understand! Penny screamed to herself.  Or does she?

The fire was raging inside her now.  It was useless to think of
anything else.  All she could do was keep rubbing her cunt on the
smooth skin between her legs, she decided, until the feeling
passed.  Pretend the sucking mouth was a child's.  Pretend the
exploring, finger down the crack of her ass wasn't there at all.
Pretend the leg that was pressing at the door to her burning
treasure cove that firm, smooth, cylinder between her legs-was
Paul's cock!

Penny lost all control at the thought of having a giant cock
between her legs and hugged Liz tighter, while riding out an
orgasm on the girl's leg.  The release it gave her was just
enough to relax the tensions of her body and mind.  She finally
opened her legs to free the leg and relaxed her grip on the
girl's head.  But Liz wasn't finished.  In one move she threw off
the covers and dove head first between Penny's legs.

"Ohhhhh, " Penny groaned when she felt the warm mouth swoop down
on her cunt.  "Stop, stop," she cried as the heat of the wet
mouth covered her flaming vaginal lips.

Liz didn't hear her, she thought, when the mouth pressed harder.
She opened her eyes to see Liz carefully moving her leg to the
other side of her-to straddle her while she sucked at her cunt. 
Penny found herself staring into the hairy bush that covered the
girl's cunt.  There was no use trying to stop the gobbling mouth
now, Penny decided.  She wanted it!

There was no indication from Liz that she was going to lower
herself on Penny's mouth.  Penny just stared up at the smooth ass
and the triangle of fluffy hair.  But the odor of sex juice was
stinging her nostrils.  Liz had slipped her hands under Penny's
buttocks, digging her fingers into the balls of flesh-one finger
burning into her anus-while she kissed and sucked with passion. 
And Penny could feel herself building up to a bigger, better
orgasm than before.

As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, Penny began to make out
the details in the shadows between the girl's spread legs; the
small opening between those perfectly matched globes of flesh,
the pink lips of her vagina-pulsing slightly and getting damp. 
Penny found herself reaching up to feel the firm ass, running her
finger down the crack and poking it into the tight tunnel.  Liz
must have liked that, she thought, because the girl was sucking
harder and faster now.  And Penny watched her own finger slither
into the opening and disappear in the squeezing sleeve.  She
eased it out and reached up with both hands to bring the girl
down to her mouth.

Now she sucked and squeezed ass-flesh and dug a burning finger
into a sucking asshole.  It didn't bother her at all, she
realized.  It wasn't as bad as she thought it would be.  And when
Liz snaked out her tongue, Penny countered with her own tongue. 
Both girls felt the excitement increase.  Penny circled the
gasping cunt with the tip of her tongue.  Slowly at first, then
faster and faster.  Liz went wild.  Then Liz repeated the
sensation at the door to Penny's passionate cove.  That was all
she needed-her-orgasm began to erupt.  They both drove their
tongues into the velvet soft sleeves and let the rest take care
of itself, as they squeezed out furious relief on snaking
tongues.

"Oh, Penny," Liz sighed, turning herself around so they were face
to face again.  "You don't know how much I needed that."

"Mmmmmm, me too," Penny sighed back at her.

CHAPTER EIGHT

It was a little after nine in the morning when Penny awoke,
finding Liz still nestled in her arms.  The twins hadn't returned
and she wondered if they were all right.  She allowed herself a
few moments to look at the girl in her arms before stirring to
get up.  The naked girl was warm and soft against her own naked
body, and she found herself admiring the firm, well-turned form
again.  Then those big brown eyes opened and the girls smiled at
each other.

"Mmmmmmmm, I feel wonderful," Liz cooed.

"Do you think it's a good idea to let anyone see you in here?"
Penny asked with concern.

"No!" Liz answered, springing to a sitting position, fully
awakened by the thought.  "I'd better go see you later." She
rushed off, barely pulling her toga in place as she opened the
door.

In the shower Penny tried to straighten out her thoughts on all
that had happened to her over the weekend.  Last night she was
positive the affair with Liz would bother her conscience.  Give
her guilt feelings the next morning.  But for some reason she
didn't seem to have any feeling at all about it.  Other than it
was an enjoyable release.  And satisfied that she brought Liz to
a climax too.

It was over and she didn't regret it at all.  Which surprised
her.

When she joined Paul for breakfast she discovered they were
leaving the island before noon and that most of the guests had
already gone.  She hadn't discussed the plans with Paul, but
assumed weekend trips would last through Sunday evening.

"Never overextend a good thing," Paul explained.  "By tomorrow
everyone will be thinking of the good time they had and begin
building an appetite for another trip.  If everyone stayed an
extra day it would become too much of a chore finding new
experiences and they would get bored."

"All right," Penny said with a smile of acceptance.  "But I'd
like to ask you a personal question about your weekend."

"I can guess what it is," Paul said with a grin.

"Well? What's the answer? What did you do to entertain yourself?"

"I spent the weekend with a very beautiful, charming girl," he
said softly.  "But other than our expression of wild passion on
Friday night ?had no sexual experiences."

"You mean to say ...?"

"It may be hard to believe, but the host doesn't necessarily have
to play the games he helps his guests to enjoy."

That thought plagued Penny throughout the flight back to the Long
Island Sound.  Several times she was tempted to press the issue,
but always managed to talk herself out of it.  Paul Lagarde was a
very unusual man, she admitted.  Maybe a bullshit artist, but
perhaps a challenge worth exploring.  A little mystery adds spice
to your life, she reflected.

But there wasn't any mystery about what was making Liz so
anxious.  The minute the two of them were alone, Liz quickly
whispered, "Don't forget about your brother.  Be sure to have him
call me."

It wasn't until Penny was in her own room that the effects of the
weekend began to settle heavy on her mind.  The room reminded her
that just a week ago she was stretched out on the lounge in this
very room, coaxing a flame into her own empty cove.  Then Steve
filled it for her, satisfying her momentarily with his thick meat
buried in her yielding cunt, filling her body with its throbbing
presence.  And down the hall, in the bathroom, she had
experienced the most satisfying seduction of all.  The forbidden
dream come to life-her father's cock in her cunt.

Just as she was slipping out of her dress, the door opened and
Steve poked his head into the room.

"Got a second, Pen?" he asked before entering.

"Sure," she answered, suddenly aware that she was glad to see her
brother.

"How was your weekend?" he asked politely, but she could tell he
had something else on his mind.

"Oh, not bad, I guess," she replied.

It was Steve's wide eyes that brought her to the realization that
she was standing in just her bra and panties.  He swallowed hard
and she couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't tell me you've got your Sunday hots again," she teased.

"Not 'til now," he moaned, as if in pain.  "But you sure as hell
have a way of bringing it on."

"I'll put on a robe if it bothers you," she offered.

"I just wanted to know if you saw Elizabeth," he went on,
ignoring her suggestion.

"As a matter of fact I did.  And I also arranged for her to at
least give you a chance.  Sorta on a trial basis.  She's willing
to go out with you once anyway."

Steve didn't seem to notice her teasing comments.  His eyes were
fascinated by what he couldn't see under her scanty panties.  He
watched the round globes of her ass move, tantalizing his mind
with the slow, bouncing motion, as she walked to the closet.  Her
breasts strained to pop out of the confinement of the bra, when
she reached up for her robe.

"How about a quickie?" he asked in almost a pleading voice.

"I'm on a self-imposed diet," she sighed, turning to face him. 
"No male meat."

"Is anything wrong?"

"No.  I was told it does wonders for you."

"Sounds crazy to me," he said, juggling the stiffness in his
pants to a more comfortable position.

Penny saw the move her brother made, watched the bulge shift in
his pants, and saw the hungry look in his eyes.

"Who am I kiddin'?" she said with a laugh, reaching back to undo
her bra.  "Your place or mine?"

"I'll never make the trip back to my place," Steve answered,
already pulling off his shirt.

Penny jumped on the bed, bouncing on her knees and watching her
brother struggle anxiously out of his clothes.  And Steve was
staring right back, watching her bouncing breasts, anticipating
the feel of quivering nipples that would soon be his.  He
struggled quickly out of his clothes, hands trembling, going limp
and breathless for her now.  Then he saw the eager expression of
her face as his prick planked out from his shorts in full ripe
view, her hot-tranced eyes fixed hypnotically on the fat and
fruity knob that would be charging at her in a minute.  The
fumbling finally ended and he was out of his clothes, making a
dash for the bed and what was under those brief panties.

"Not so fast, big brother.  I want more than just a fast fuck,"
she screeched, bouncing out of his reach and laughing.  "I want
you to show off that big prick of yours."

Steve stood at the side of the bed and stared at her in complete
bewilderment.  He didn't quite understand what it was she wanted.
 A glance at his standing cock, her face, then back to the cock,
still didn't give him the picture.

"Play with it, silly.  I want to see you squeeze it, pull it, and
make it blow up."

"Hey, come on, let's stop all this fuckin' around and flick
around," Steve said, starting to get on the bed again.

"No deal.  Play with it or no cookie," she teased.

Steve stood up straight, reached down with his right hand and
began an uninspired imitation of jacking-off.  But he felt
foolish and annoyed at the request.  Especially when he could see
his reflection in the mirror.  But Penny's eyes strained with
wild delight, at the sight of the mushroom head ballooning bigger
and bigger, harder and harder.  This is the meat she had dreamed
about all weekend, she told herself, breathing in gasping pants
at the sight of it now, just inches away and dying to get in that
mushy cunt and blast its fury up her insides.

Finally Penny gave him the signal to join her on the bed, but he
hesitated.  He was pissed-off at the little game she'd made him
play.  The little bitch is so damned sure she's gonna get it, he
thought, that I'll play the tease now.  Make her crawl for it.

Slowly, Penny moved to a sitting position, sensing that
her-brother's feeling had been hurt by her teasing.  When she was
sitting with her feet pointing straight toward him, she slowly
spread her legs, her tongue coming out to circle her mouth as if
tasting the head of his manly spear.  And he was growing weaker.
His eyes were fixed on the dampness in the crotch of her panties,
nostrils flexing to pick up the fragrance, eyeing that hidden
cove, waiting for it to snap at him.

"I want that big cock of yours, Steve.  In my cunt, filling me
with throbbing fat meat."

Cautiously, Steve began to crawl onto the bed.  Re didn't want
any more threats or foolish games.  Just that fully developed
body, with heaving tits and longing cunt.  He carefully reached
for her panties-expecting an order-slowly slid them down her
legs, little by little, gawking at the golden fleece that would
soon part from the thrust of his weapon.

Once her pasties were off, Penny moved down to the head of his
towering cock.  She wanted to smell it first, taste it, but only
briefly.  Then let it do its job on the walls of her longing
cunt.  Her brother stared in amazement as she touched the divine
rod with the gentlest touch, kissing the-knob of it with a soft
brushing of her lips, while breathing the man-smell of it.

"You act like you're all hopped up," Steve said in a cautious
tone.

"I am hopped up.  But not the way you think," she answered, never
taking her eyes off his stretched tight cock, and moving as
though it was all in slow motion.  "I'm high on the fragrance of
a real, live, throbbing cock.  And the knowledge of where it's
going and how it's gonna feel."

"What the hell happened over the weekend?" he demanded.

"It's not what happened, so much, as what didn't happen.  And I
didn't have one of these juicy, ripe, belly-tickling cocks.  But
I wanted one so bad it hurt."

Steve moved between her legs and pressed her back to the bed,
where she remained motionless, watching and waiting.  It made him
feel uneasy.  This wasn't like her.  She seemed to be acting so
strange.  Slowly, he brought his tumescent muscle to the entrance
of her cunt, guiding it with his hand and watching her face.  The
mere touch of the head against her burning cunt-lips twisted her
face into a painful expression.

"Oohhhh, oohhhh, " she groaned, writhing slightly at the first
touch.  "Oohhhh, " she gulped, as the head parted the lips and
peeked inside.  In a little more it moved, "Ahhhh ohhhhh, don't
move it, don't move it ohhh, ohhh."

The sight of her writhing body was almost too much to resist, but
he held his prong at the entrance and waited for her to reach a
climax.  A climax he thought.  Before it's in!

"Mmmmmm, " she sighed with relief, breathing heavy and fast. 
"Now fuck me.  Fuck me like you never flicked before."

The feel of his spear-head driving up the soft walls of her
insides was the most glorious sensation she could remember.  How
tight she fit around it, she thought, opening wider and wider to
get it all in, rotating her hips to feel it swish around her
insides.

"How's that?" Steve growled.  "Or do you want more?"

"All of it, I want all of it."

Another plunge of the blunt-nosed piston, driving more meat into
the empty cove, seated the full shaft.  And Steve was alive from
the power that was now his.  Only the ache in his balls reminded
him that a moment would come when he'd lose his strength and all
the power and might that was now his, and it would all drain from
him.  But for the present, he was in command.

Penny met his plunging, driving cock with equally hard bounces,
to meet it with as much force as possible.  It occupied her whole
body.  Her whole mind.  It was where it belonged, satisfying the
need it was created for, her need.  She dug her nails into
Steve's back, wrapped her legs around his hips, driving him as
deep as possible with her heels.

"Minmmmm, mmmm, aaahhhh," she cried in his ear, letting him know
she was on her second orgasm.  "More, Steve, more."

Sonofabitch! Steve screamed to himself, pumping his flexing
muscle in and out with all his might, feeling that rumble in his
balls signaling the big explosion.  While one hand squeezed like
hell on a tit, the other hand was under her ass, digging at her
flesh for leverage, lifting her to meet each plunge.

"Here it comes, " he whispered breathlessly.  "Are you ready for
it?"

"Ready," Penny cooed, feeling the heaving muscle jerk in the
depths of her stomach.  "Give me all you've got."

There was an explosion that reached up to her brain; her insides
flooding with his cool juices, the cream mixing with her own
fluids and stinging delightfully.  She lifted her thighs to meet
every throbbing thrust, sucking with all her strength.

This is what she missed.  The one ingredient that was left out of
all those other sex experiences.  The flush of come on the walls
of her aching insides.  The quenching waters that flooded the
raging fire.

"Ooohhhh, Steve, " she cried.  "It hurts so good."

"Mmmmmm, " he answered, lowering his drooling mouth onto a
hard-nippled tit, sucking its delicious meat into his gulping
mouth.

"Mmmmmm, " Penny groaned and sunk her teeth into his shoulder.

They kept their groins pressed tightly together, rotating and
grinding more pleasure into each other's sex.  Each enjoyed the
taste of the other's body, as Steve licked at the captured tit
and Penny sucked on his shoulder.

"Tell me about your weekend," Steve said when they finally
parted.

"What would you like to know? I already let it slip that I didn't
get laid."

"Yeah, but not everyone gets invited to Paul's private island and
I want to know what it's like up there."

"Well, let's see, there's lots of pretty girls running around,
naked and available at the snap of your finger.  Studs too for
the women guests."

"That's what I heard," Steve said, as he sat back on the bed,
giving her all his attention and not hiding the fact that he was
fascinated.

"And everywhere you look there are big names-politicians, actors,
you name it, all fuckin' away.  Men with men, women with women
every way you can imagine."

"I'd give my right arm to just see it once."

"But of course I didn't approve of the children."

"Children!" Steve gasped.  "What were they doing?"

"What would you like? A little girl to suck on your pipe? A
little boy's ass to play With?"

"Holy shit!" Steve gasped in disbelief.  "Sounds impossible.  Out
of this world! Did you see anyone playing with the kids?"

"Not only saw it, but was manhandled by the most gorgeous twins-a
boy and a girl-who were assigned to my room for whatever whim I
might have."

"Shit! What'd you do?"

"Nothing.  They were all over me before I could do anything. 
Kissed every inch of my body-front and back-and ..."

"You've gotta get me an invitation, Penny.  I have to see this
place for myself."

"I didn't know you had a thing for kids."

"It's not that, I want to see it all.  Find out for myself what
it's like to just do any fuckin' thing that comes into my head."

"Well, call Liz and see if she can arrange for an invite, I doubt
if I'll ever go back.  Somehow all that sex seemed too wild."

"Then how come you came home with the hots? And the way you
humped, it was like you'd been dying for it for years."

"All I ask for is a good stiff cock-not all the fancy stuff.  And
Paul saw to it that I didn't get any.  That's why I went wild at
the sight of yours."

Steve got up and started to pull on his pants.  "Do you think
it's too soon to call Liz?" he asked over his shoulder.

"Mmmmmmmm, maybe you should wait another five minutes," she
cooed.  "And while you're waiting-let me have another look at
that shiny prick of yours."

Steve stopped abruptly, his pants not covering the fleshy white
cheeks of his ass yet.  He turned slowly and flashed his banging
muscle at her, pretending that was all she would get, just a
quick glimpse of his male meat, as he struggled to hide it from
her.

"Come over here, you rotten thing," Penny ordered.

Steve dropped his pants, stepped out of them, and walked to the
bed.  His sister's eyes never moved from the limp, swinging tube
of flesh that dangled between his legs.  Never before had he seen
such hungry eyes before.  He stopped at the edge of the bed and
she rolled over to him, her back on the bed and her face under
the head of his prong.  The juices from both their bodies were
drying on it, making it sticky and ripe.

Penny stuffed a pillow between her legs, squeezed it hard and
fixed her eyes on the male organ.  She licked a path from his
balls to the tip, around the head and sucked it slowly into her
mouth.  It began to harden.  She carefully licked it clean,
covering every inch, watching it flex harder and harder before
her eyes.  Then when it stood at its fullest, she took it in both
her hands and forced the spike into her mouth, releasing her
orgasm on the soft pillow between her legs.

But as soon as Penny finished her grinding climax, she removed
the mighty serpent from her mouth and began to move away.

"What's the idea?" Steve asked.  Confused at her move.

"I'm finished," she announced.  "Take it away."

"You fuckin' bitch!" He grabbed her by the hair, forced her lips
apart by digging his thumbs into her cheeks, and sank his puffing
shaft back into the warmth of her mouth.  Deep into her throat he
drove it, as far as it would go without choking her to death, and
let his come spill out, watching it ooze from the corners of her
mouth.

"Mmmmm, " she said when he finished, licking the cream from her
lips.  "Now wasn't that fun? Taking it by force, I mean?"

"Sometimes I can't figure you out," Steve answered, going back
for his clothes.

CHAPTER NINE

For Paul Lagarde, the weekends on his island were no longer
entertaining.  For that matter, they never really were.  Now, for
the first time in his life, he had met someone who didn't fall
madly in love with him, idolize him, and he felt himself slipping
into the love trap.

He remembered a time, and not so very long ago, when he had
absolutely nothing.  A childhood of poverty.  Then he thought of
the years when he set out to make a name for himself, through
hard work and determination-only to find failure at every turn. 
No time for girls in those days, when sex was an expensive luxury
that would have to wait until he was established.  But his
failures began to take their toll, dampening his enthusiasm,
crushing his determination.

Finally a day came when he sat back and took a fresh look at
himself and the world around him.  It was depressing.  He had a
weak educational background, had very few friends-none in a
position to help his career-was only average in looks and build,
and didn't have a vehicle, trade, or profession to get him to his
goal-wealth.

There was one thing that seemed to nag him?every man .he knew,
young or old-rich or poor, always wanted to talk about sex.  (A
subject he was at least knowledgeable about.) And it was apparent
that a person could harness this weakness in men to advantage. 
He had heard about salesmen hiring prostitutes to please a client
and getting an

order out of the whole thing.  It was a subject that called for
some thought, and he set out to educate himself.  The first
lesson almost made him a dropout.  Right from the start he
discovered that sex and money went hand in hand.  No money-no
sex!

At least not for a guy with his average looks.  Girls just didn't
come knocking at his door-or, for that matter, when he did the
knocking, there was no one home! But fifteen dollars on a street
corner in Manhattan could make the world of difference ...

Her name was Chicky.  A gum-chewing, tough kid, with too much
make-up and not enough clothes, who led him to a cheap hotel room
and said, "Okay, sport, take 'em off."

"Look, this is my first, so take it easy," he gulped.

"I ain't got all night," she answered, stepping out of her flimsy
dress.  "That lump in your pants goes here," she said, sticking a
finger into the-matted triangle of hair between her legs.

Paul took off his clothes with his back turned to her and
discovered when he turned that at least the sight of his cock
impressed her.

"Sonofabitch!" she said with wide eyes and dropped jaw.  "That
fuckin' pole is gonna put me outa commission for the rest of the
night."

"How much do you make in a night," Paul asked naively.

"Two bills-without sweat," she answered and went back to chewing
on her gum.

That was more than he had ever made in a week, he thought to
himself.  The wheels began to spin in his head.  Somewhere there
was a chance for him to get in on this kind of action, but being
a pimp wasn't what he had in mind.

The girl fell on the bed, spread her legs wide apart for him,
while Paul stood there staring, making a point of observing as
much as he could from this expensive lesson.  The sight of naked
breasts gave a man a warm, throbbing feeling in the cock, he
noted.  And the emptiness between her legs drew the stuff right
out of his balls, up through his ballpoint pen.  He had to move
fast or the convulsions in his balls would put an end to the
lesson without giving him his money's worth.  A quick jab with
the thick spear missed the target and Chicky grabbed the hot meat
almost, triggering his exploding in her fist and guided it into
the warm, soft moistness of her body.  One long stroke into the
mushy tunnel was all it took to set off his cock and he came with
a breathless urgency.

Ten minutes later-fifteen at the most-Paul was back on the
concrete sidewalk.  He had spent a dollar a minute for the
lesson, it struck him, but it was worth every cent.  An
enlightened young man walked to the subway with a whole new
concept of life.  Plus a healthy respect for the opposite sex
which until now he had considered merely something that got in a
man's way as he struggled to get rich.

For the next few months Paul concentrated all his energies on
girls.  He spent as much time as he could with the girls in the
office, the girls in his neighborhood, and any female anywhere,
who would talk to him, learning as much as possible about these
creatures that possessed a secret that drove men to destruction.
Or in his case-fame.  And every cent he could manage was spent on
lessons with prostitutes, from whom, he quickly discovered, there
was much to learn.

Men can be led around by the cock, like a dog on a leash, he
concluded.

Slippery, wet lips kissed sparks into his powerful rod. 
Something new! he discovered as the young girl breathed hot,
tantalizing air on the head of his swollen cock.  His eyes grew
wide with amazement as her pouty-red lips and suck-hollowed
cheeks closed in on the dripping eye of his prick.  Then her
elastic lips stretched over the puffing head, giving him
mind-shattering sensations.

The warm, wet insides of her mouth felt delicious and
mouth-watering on his pulsing pole of flesh.  But her tongue was
more than he could bear, milking as it was on the sensitive
shaft, sucking at it, drawing the come from his balls into the
depths of her throat.  And he didn't overlook the effect of
watching her face, with its longing glances and delighted
expressions, sucking the syrup with great pleasure.  For a while
he thought this was all a man needed in the way of sex-a girl
sucking his cock should satisfy him completely.  But there was
always something new to explore; someplace else to ram that
sensitive stick.  And if the struggle was difficult, it made the
experience more exciting, as he discovered when he tried to force
the blunt, mushroom head of his prick into the little opening of
a girl's ass.  Too tight, she tried to tell him, but he had to
find out for himself.  He had her kneel on all fours, then spread
the balls of her ass apart with the palms of his hands
 and poked his knob at the unwilling sot.

"It hurts," the girl yelled, as he forced the spear in.  "Ohhh,
it hurts."

Her pain was even pleasant to hear, he discovered.  The drive up
her squeezing, resisting tunnel was a slow process, but watching
her squirm and cry for help made him determined to get it all in
pushing his hard cock with more force, spreading her ass farther
apart, until his meat was finally buried in the tight-fitting
sleeve.  And finally enjoying her throaty sobs as he squirted
come into her, pressing the soft flesh of her ass tight against
his groin.

Once his education was underway, putting it to use came
naturally.  At the office he had already gotten the reputation of
being a "cuntman", from his constant association with all the
girls there.  The bosses were already taking notice and the guys
his own age were beginning to treat him with respect.  They
sensed that Paul had a secret way with women and wanted to share
it with him.  But the real test came when he decided to try for a
position that seemed to be sewed up by one of the college boys. 
He invited the manager to lunch, after a few drinks, asked for
the job and gave a signal to one of the prostitutes he had hired
to make her entrance.  The manager didn't have a chance to
answer; they suddenly had a pretty blonde at the table and before
he knew what happened, the three of them were in a hotel room and
the blonde was draining the sap from his cock.

Paul got the job! And shortly after that the company grew too
small for him.  He was mixing with top executives in a variety of
companies and was sought after for every stag gathering in town.
Money, prestige, and even power began to chase him.  Every
business he entered turned into a gold mine.  Suddenly the girls
were chasing him, giving their bodies freely now-just to be a
part of his expensive life.  The island became a necessary
retreat, where his now prominent clients could sneak off to
satisfy their fantasies in guaranteed privacy.

A phone rang, bringing Paul out of his daydreaming trance. 
Someone-answered it and a girl's voice announced that it was for
Liz.  Paul found himself frowning.  There seemed to be growing
excitement in the hall outside his study.  Then Liz knocked
softly on the door to the study, opening the door on a crack and
peeking in.

"It's Penny's brother," she said in a velvet-soft whisper.  "He
wants to take me out."

Paul just stared at her with a puzzled look on his face, as if he
hadn't heard her right.

"Is it all right?" she asked bashfully.

"If that's what you want," Paul sighed.

"I could use the change," Liz offered weakly.

"Then go ahead," Paul said, adding a faint smile to show that he
wasn't angry.

Liz rushed back to the phone, no longer concealing her
excitement.  But it left Paul with a feeling of emptiness.  Liz
had been the pride of his harem, he thought to himself.  Perhaps
the one he would someday marry.  He had certainly given her more
personal attention than any other girl in the stable.  Now he was
turning her loose-to be gobbled up by another-but all he could
feel was emptiness.  Not sorrow.

Slowly Paul moved from the study, strolled aimlessly through the
halls, looking for something to do.  Something to hold his
interest, he decided, opening doors and glancing into the various
rooms.  He stopped along the aimless walk to chat with his
"students," grasping for something that would take his mind off
the emptiness he felt in the pit of his stomach.

A pretty black girl came bustling down the hall.  Obviously she
was thrilled about something that was going on, he thought as he
watched her running toward him.  But when she caught sight of
Paul she jolted to a more graceful, gliding stride.

"How's it going?" Paul asked the twenty-year old girl, smiling
warmly at her.

"Just fine, Mr.  Lagarde," she answered in a sexy voice. 
"Elizabeth is so thrilled about her date that she's got all of us
excited with her."

"So I see," Paul said with a grin.  "How're your lessons going?"

"Great," the girl said, smiling as Paul stepped closer.

"Then let's have a little check," he said, slipping his hand
under the hem of her brief white dress.

Paul's experienced fingers went directly to the spot between her
legs, through the curly curls of hair, and covered her
unsuspecting cunt.  A good test, he thought to himself, taking
the girl by complete surprise like this.  One minute she's
rushing excitedly through the hall, thinking of some childish
game, and the next minute she has to perform.

The palm of his hand slid over the warm cove between her legs,
feeling for the telltale sign.  The spot was dry and the hair all
fluffy.  Just as he hoped it would be.  But then a hint of
moisture, as the girl's juices began to flow from the walls of
her sex.  In a few short seconds she had flushed with
passion-juice, scoring a high mark on the test.

"Not bad, Roni," Paul commented casually.  "But I don't want to
interrupt what you were doing."

"Oh, I wasn't doing anything important, Mr.  Lagarde," Roni
purred back at him.  "Just sitting around with the girls talking
about the guy Liz is going to date."

Paul slid his hand around to the firm balls of her ass,
appreciating the smooth, firmness that met his fingers.  A slow
exploration of the crevice seemed appropriate.  The girl wiggled
coyly, but said nothing, seemingly grateful for the attention.

"Let's go into the study," Paul suggested dryly, leaving his
finger lodged in the crack of her ass to feel the swaying
movement of her flesh as she walked.  The smooth cheeks rubbed
pleasingly on his finger, while he supported one of the globes in
the palm of his hand.  This girl is really solid, he decided. 
Nicely balanced ass too.

"Ooooowwww," the girl purred with delight when his finger poked
into her anus.  It encouraged him to force his way deeper into
the tight passage and she smiled approvingly, walking now on
toes.

Somehow the whole thing seemed aimless, Paul thought, as they
entered the study.  He really didn't have any desire for sex
tonight, he realized.  But it seemed like the only thing to do a
few minutes ago.  Something to take his mind off Penny! He
finally admitted the cause of that ugly feeling in the pit of his
stomach.  He couldn't stop thinking about Penny.

"Take off the dress," Paul stated without emotion.

Roni slipped out of the white dress, letting it fall at her feet,
while she stared with wide, expectant eyes and found herself
breathing faster from the excitement of it.  The ebony figure
seemed to tingle with anticipation.  Her firm, conical breasts
heaved gently, their protruding nipples quivering, as she watched
Paul saunter over to the liquor cabinet for a drink.  She found
herself nodding when Paul asked if she'd like a little Scotch. 
Just staring at this naked girl with such a beautiful figure was
a pleasure, Paul thought to himself.  The kind of pleasure a man
might get from viewing a fine statue.  And even though he handed
her a drink, he did little else to put her at ease or suggest a
more comfortable position.  He let her stand in the middle of the
room, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, while he
devoured her body with his eyes.

"Let's see you turn slowly, Roni," he said, resting his buttocks
on the edge of a table.

Roni obeyed, nervously turning in place for her teacher to see
all that she had.  And dying at the thought that he might not
like something about her.

"How long has it been since you've had a man?" Paul asked when
she completed the turn.

"Over a month," Roni gasped, a twitching sensation between her
legs at the thought.  Just the prospect of possibly filling that
cavity with the cock of her teacher sent a fresh flow of
girl-flux oozing down her legs.  She didn't touch the drink she
was holding until Paul looked away.  But then she emptied the
glass in one quick swallow.

There was a moment of indecision while Paul considered what it
was that he wanted.  If anything.  He was tempted to end the
performance and send the girl back to her friends, but decided to
take a moment to feel her shapely body before sending her away. 
He signaled for her to step closer, which she did quickly.  Then
he ran his hands from her shoulders down to her pear-shaped tits,
feeling the shapes, weighing them in his hands, squeezing them
gently.  Still keeping one tit in a firm grip with his left hand,
he ran his right hand down her flat stomach, combed his fingers
through the tangled black patch of hair and slid his hand between
her legs.

Roni released the deep breath she was holding and swayed from the
building fury that was coming to a climax inside her.  Should she
dare let herself go, she wondered.  Come on his hand?

The thought was overpowering.  Come! the word rang in her head. 
Come, come, COME! And she gushed with juices from her head to her
cunt, squeezing her legs together to trap his hand, while she
grabbed the hand squeezing her tit to prevent it from leaving.

"Let's see how you suck it," Paul announced.  And Roni went weak
in the knees.

Being required to kneel at this time was a stroke of luck, she
told herself, as she opened Paul's pants and pulled them down to
his ankles.  Couldn't do anything else without fainting, she
decided.  Then her eyes fixed on the dangling pendulum.  "Oh, Mr.
 Lagarde," she sighed, wide-eyed and thrilled at what she saw.

Paul's long, fat, spear-headed muscle was firming up, but not
hard enough to rise.  He grinned at her childlike amazement.  Too
anxious, he thought when she grabbed it and immediately sipped
the knob into her mouth.

"Mmmmm, I love it, I love it," Roni cooed between sucks and
licks.  And the rising prong drove her into a wilder frenzy.  She
couldn't get enough of it.  Wanted all of it in her mouth so she
could swallow and have it slide all the way down her throat.

But for Paul, the urgency and the desire just wasn't there.  Her
thick lips swooping over his cock brought it to a standing
position, without stirring that necessary hunger in him to want
satisfaction.  Watching her tongue slither hungrily over his cock
and balls had about the same effect as a warm bath, he decided. 
Yet the girl seemed to be going out of her mind with enjoyment,
so he allowed her to continue.

Roni hungrily devoured the salty male flesh that she wanted so
badly, licking, sucking and chewing on it with growing urgency
burning at the walls of her cunt.  She tried to put out the fire
between her legs by attacking the cock with her mouth, but the
flames grew hotter.  Then she ran her tongue over his wrinkled
prunes and back to his asshole.  There was a hint of
encouragement from Paul when she touched it with her tongue, so
she snaked into the opening in one deep plunge.  Anything to make
him happy.  And when she withdrew her tongue from the heat of his
body Paul grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back to the
spot.  In an attempt to please him, she reamed the opening with
her twisting, darting tongue.  She was determined to have the big
poker nestled in her longing cunt and if tonguing his asshole was
the way to get it, she'd swoop out his insides, if it was
necessary.

"That's enough," Paul said.  "Now bend over that chair."

Roni thought the time had come.  She stumbled to the arm of the
chair, bent over to lift her ass high in the air, expecting the
feel of his throbbing meat to burn into drooling sex.  But
instead his fingers spread the cheeks of her ass apart and she
suddenly felt his wet tongue lick at her buttonhole.

"Ooooowwwww," she screeched breathlessly never expecting that. 
The next minute his blunt instrument was forcing its way into the
small opening.  The whole thing came as a shock to her.  It was
boring up her insides, stinging, hurting, burning the walls of
the tight channel.  But she found herself bracing for the
forceful plunge and actually pressing back on it for more.

The girl had managed to take Paul's mind off everything else, he
realized.  She simply enjoyed everything that was happening.  The
excitement was building in him from the realization that he
couldn't discourage her.  Pain didn't dampen her enthusiasm. 
Even when he pushed harder and faster, trying to make her cry
with pain.  But she met the rape of her asshole with a
counterattack on his sword.  Still he knew it hurt her.  He could
hear the muffled cries in her throat.

For the moment Paul was satisfied with the penetration and the
feeling his throbbing meat experienced in the fight walls of her
ass opening.  Every muscle in that sleeve was squeezing his cock,
trying to eject it.  But he wasn't satisfied.  He needed
something more exciting to set him off.  And only the knowledge
of the pain she was experiencing seemed to tantalize him.  He
pressed harder, withdrew a little, then drove it back, harder and
deeper.  Always listening for a cry, a sound of anguish.  But the
only sounds were deep in her throat.  Harder and harder he pumped
the piston into her ass, spreading her cheeks farther apart with
his hands and watching his white meat drive in and out of her
black body.  Watching the small ring of her anus squeezing his
cock began to build the necessary spark in his balls.

"Ooohhhhh, man, I can't take no more," Roni finally cried and
Paul was immediately at the peak of excitement.  One fast, pull
and his cock popped out of its prison, causing Roni to scream
from the suddenness.  Then, without pausing, Paul shoved the
spear into her unsuspecting cunt, driving it all the way in with
a powerful plunge.

"Oooohhhhh," Roni cried again in pain.  Then her voice tapered
off to more relaxed sound.

"Mmmmmmm, oh, yeah."

Paul let his cock feel the warm, mushy walls of her insides: the
yielding, sucking chamber that accepted his full length and width
with a longing for more.  Roni was already reaching a climax when
Paul's first shot of come splashed up the walls of her flaming
cunt.  She rode the stick harder, faster and more frantic now,
spurred on by each blast from the spitting head.

"Ohhhhhh, Oooowwww, Mmmmmmmm," she moaned.

"Ahhhh, mmmmm," Paul uttered his first sound of pleasure. 
"Mmmmmm, mmmmm."

Roni watched over her shoulder as Paul withdrew his mighty
muscle.  She watched his face for a sign of approval, wanting
desperately to have pleased him.  He smiled-and it was as good as
an orgasm to her.

CHAPTER TEN

Penny didn't think about Paul and his island for the next two
weeks.  She was absorbed in her job, shopping and rearranging her
Manhattan apartment.  Her brother was completely absorbed in his
romance with Liz and she didn't see or hear from him at all since
the night she returned from the trip.  But she did get news about
Steve every time she called home; the word from her mother was
that Steve was "serious" about some new girl.  And Penny didn't
offer any information to clarify the identity of the new
attraction.

Sex had taken on an entirely new image for her now.  It was no
longer necessary to search for a stud who could impress her with
a unique experience.  No more bouncing from one stud to another,
hoping to find that new thrill that would satisfy her craving. 
No more searching for, whatever it was she was searching for, she
admitted, a golden cock or something.  She had discovered that
Paul was right about prolonging the desire for sex and she was
determined to hold off satisfying her cravings until the itch was
unbearable.  Then exploded with mind-shattering gratification
when she finally did open her legs.  There was little chance of
disappointment with this system, she noted, because the cock
would be everything-the man attached to it was of little
consequence.

Meanwhile, two weeks passed without having that empty feeling
between her legs, and when she did find herself thinking about
filling the gap, the memory of Steve's last plunge seemed to
satisfy her.  But going into the third week, her attention began
to settle on the effect her new personality was having on others.
 She was getting the greatest pleasure out of the frustration she
was imposing on her male acquaintances.  A big tease, she finally
labeled herself one night, as she was leading a good-looking
young man at a cocktail party to believe he had it made.  Then
she rejected him at her front door.

"Cock teaser!" he snarled, when she informed him of the bad news.

I guess you could say that, she laughed to herself as he stood at
the door, not knowing what to do about It.  The leg of his pants
bulged with the straining muscle that flexed to be free of its
cramped quarters.  They stared at one another; she refusing to
open the door to her apartment and he refusing to leave.

"Since when does a girl have to put out on the first date?" she
asked.

"Since she spent the whole night teasing his cock.  That's since
when," he answered.

She couldn't help feeling sorry for him, but she was determined
to stick to her new system.  And he to his.  But Penny just
stared at him, wondering whatever attracted her to him in the
first place.  Re was something-or-other in an advertising agency,
she remembered, which explained his long hair and the clashing
colors of his clothes.  Handsome, she thought, but barely taller
than she was.

Suddenly the twinkle in his eyes suggested she take a closer look
and she was totally unprepared for the sight that met her eyes as
she lowered them.  There he stood in her hall, his big cock in
his hand, milking it furiously!

"Sonofabitch of a bastard!" she growled at him.

The shiny head of the smooth stick was already huffing and
puffing.  His fist working at a tempo that suggested the end was
near and Penny couldn't do anything but stare.  She was
speechless and frozen to the spot.  The first squirt of white
cream just missed her skirt, landing in a splash on the wall next
to her.  Before the stick fired again, she jumped to the side to
get away from his corrected aim.  The throbbing meat spat up
another wad of come and then another, all in her direction but
not hitting their target.  When the piston was empty, the young
man grabbed her by the arm and wiped the sticky head clean on her
skirt, pushed her aside and stormed toward the elevator.

The incident burnt the image of his pulsing, spitting phallus on
her mind and began to stimulate the craving for another
satisfying seduction of her love-nest.  She was back to thinking
about that satisfied feeling a cock gave her when it was stuffing
her insides to capacity.  It was going to be a test of her
willpower, she decided, to hold out when her mind was so intent
on capturing a male snake in her pit, but she would try.

Temptations began to chase her and she almost didn't make it
through the following morning.  Her boss sent her to pick up a
manuscript from a writer who was staying at a hotel across town.
A rugged-looking character, who met her in his bathrobe, fresh
from the shower and horny as hell, she quickly discovered, when
he practically tried to rape her.  Only the urgency to meet a
deadline with the manuscript saved her from cooperating with the
rape.

When her boss gave her the afternoon off, she was even tempted to
go back to the hotel to resume the assault that promised to be
exciting.  She was confident that brute would be victorious over
her unyielding defense.  But, instead she returned to her
apartment to have a leak in the bathroom fixed.

The superintendent sent one of his assistants up to make the
repair.  A young Irishman, right off the boat, with unwieldy
chestnut-colored hair, blue eyes, and a devilish grin.  But oh,
so clumsy, she thought, as she watched him go about the task of
opening the pipes under the sink.

From the moment she opened the door, his eyes popped and his
voice seemed to have abandoned ship.  She was wearing a tight
white sweater and too tight jeans-just some old things she'd
thrown on for the occasion-but it was obviously more than his
hungry eyes could bear.  His green uniform hugged the muscular
build with little room to spare, and a sudden surge of excitement
had his right leg struggling with his cock for possession of the
pants leg.  It was amusing to Penny to see him struggle with the
problem, practically walking sideways and with a slight limp as
he tried to hide it from her.

Cockteaser, she kept reminding herself, but remained in the
bathroom doorway, watching him work and knowing her presence was
driving him insane.  She leaned against the door frame, with her
arms stretched back, causing her breasts to swell up even bigger
in the tight sweater.

"Please, Miss, " he gulped when she began getting in his way.

"Am I bothering you?" she asked with big innocent eyes.

"Oh, no," he sighed, changing his mind again.

"Is there any problem?" she continued to act innocent.

"Not at all, not at all." Perspiration stained his shirt under
the arms and down the backbone now.

When he got up from under the sink to get a wrench, Penny was
standing in his way.

"Got a problem?" she cooed, running, her index finger gently over
the bulge in his pants.

"Ya might say that," he groaned bashfully.

"Let's have a look," Penny offered, opening his belt and then the
front of his pants, while he stood before her helplessly.  "Looks
like you have a leaky pipe, too," she said, wiping a droplet from
the eye.

She had the strangest feeling this big hunk of man was going to
faint.  He just stood there staring into space with a glazed look
on his eyes and breathing in short uneven gasps.  The soft stroke
of her hand down his puffing cock brought more cream oozing from
the eye.  A gentle squeeze made the fat meat tremble with
urgency.  But he never made a move toward her or away from her.

He just remained frozen to the spot.  Without moving his head
from its straight-ahead position, however, be lowered his eyes
downward, not believing what he saw.  Her sensuous lips were
getting closer and closer to the pulsing, heart-shaped head of
his throbbing cock.  She could hear him gulp when her warm lips
touched the tip and sipped away the oozing cream.

For a moment she thought he stopped breathing.  Nothing moved but
the throbbing, vein-popping male pipe.  It wasn't difficult to
imagine the feeling this towering missile would stir in her cunt,
she thought, feeling a sudden flush of girl-juice release and
dampen her jeans.  A twat-splitting spike, she decided with great
envy, then sipped at the giant straw to remove another crop of
cream.

It wasn't that Jimmy Ryan didn't know what to do or how to do
it-it was fear of losing his job and getting thrown in jail that
prevented him from doing it.  He couldn't imagine a beautiful
young girl like this just seducing him if she didn't have some
trick up her sleeve.  Something he'd regret later.  So he
remained motionless; arms limp from the overpowering urgency that
pulsed in his cock, still holding a wrench in one hand,
desperately trying to stop the pounding sensation in his balls. 
But seeing her lips on his prick made it impossible to contain
the pumping motion that could only mean an explosion was near. 
There was no stopping the climax, which would put an end to the
enjoyment of it all.  Even now the jerking, pumping sensations in
his cock and balls were killing the delicious feeling of her lips
on his tender sensitive skin.

Penny didn't try to hide the enjoyment she was getting from his
awkward behavior.  She made a point of smiling up at his popping
eyes as she stretched her fall, red lips over the ballooning head
of his ultra-sensitive probe.  Made it perfectly clear that she
fully enjoyed the taste and smell of it too.  Sucked it and
milked it with her tongue, until it started to heave.  Then she
swallowed hard as he came in her mouth, licking it and going back
for more, until she drained every last drop from him.  "Now that
wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked, straightening up and licking
her lips.

"No, it wasn't," he sighed.

She did an about face and walked out of the bathroom, leaving him
standing there dumbfounded.  But she felt proud of herself for
resisting the real urge that longed to place that spear between
her legs and sink its full length into the ready-made wound.

"I've plugged up the leak," he announced on the way to the door.
"I hope you'll call me again.  I mean, if you need me, that is,
if anything needs pluggin'."

As the door closed Penny couldn't help laughing out loud at the
bashful repairman's awkwardness.  But it was soon replaced by a
more serious thought, Paul Lagardo.  Why hadn't he called, she
wondered.  She tried to push the thought from her mind, but it
refused to leave.  She couldn't stop wondering if he would ever
call again or if he'd been offended by her constant nagging about
his sex activities on the island.

By Thursday of that week, Penny was depressed about everything;
Paul, the way she behaved during her weekend with him-obviously
the reason he didn't bother calling anymore-and the hopeless
situation of not being able to make amends.  And too, her
loneliness in general.  There didn't seem to be anything that
interested her anymore, she concluded.

But she was snapped out of the low spirits by the sound of the
doorbell.  She rushed to answer it, wondering who it could be at
four in the afternoon, not that it mattered.  She'd be happy to
see anyone at this point.

"Daddy!" she screeched at the sight of her handsome, immaculately
dressed father standing in the ball.

"Hello, Penny.  Just, thought I'd stop by to see you," be said. 
"I have a dinner engagement at seven, and thought I'd just spend
some time with you."

"Come in," Penny said happily.  "I was just getting the blues for
want of a friendly face, and bingo! the greatest of them all
shows up." With that she threw her arms around his neck-and gave
him a big kiss and hug.

It was the first time her father had ever visited her apartment
and she flitted around the place, trying to make him comfortable.
 She only wished now that she hadn't changed from the cute outfit
she had worn to the office that day.  At least not to the faded
old jeans and too tight sweater.  Not with such a distinguished
guest, she thought to herself.

They had a drink and chatted about Steve and his new girl friend.
 Penny was on one end of the couch with her legs tucked under
her, while her father sat at the other end in a much less relaxed
fashion.  But then she never did remember him sitting in anything
but a proper fashion.  Or for that matter, doing anything that
wasn't proper.

Over the second drink they talked about the family in general;
what was happening at home and the latest word from Penny's
mother, who was on another vacation, in the Bahamas this time.

"I guess you must get pretty lonesome too," Penny said as she
poured another drink for them.

"What with Mother away so much."

"You'll never know how lonesome I've been all these years," he
answered sadly.

It seemed appropriate, after placing his Scotch and water on the
coffee table, to give her father a kiss.  Something to let him
know she understood.

Charles P.  Kingston didn't know how to relax how to let himself
go.  He just sat stiffly in his corner of the couch and allowed
his daughter to kiss him.  But inside he was tormented by his
inability to express, his own love fur her.  He wanted to grab
her and kiss her so badly.  But he did nothing.  The thoughts
that had plagued him for weeks-how he wanted her body
again-weighed heavily on his conscience.  His guilt feelings kept
him from responding now, when it would have been so very natural.
 He realized, in these last few weeks, that the mistresses he had
over the years, meant nothing.  Just objects that were purchased.
 But he couldn't buy his daughter.

After she kissed her father, Penny hugged him, pressing her cheek
against his.  It was a little awkward, kneeling on the couch and
trying to keep her balance while she gave him the affectionate
hug.  She had no idea what her father was thinking or how much he
wanted what she bad given him before.  And his stiff-always
proper-mannerism, made it impossible to imagine that sex was the
object of his visit.

In a gesture to show Penny that he appreciated her understanding,
he awkwardly reached his arm round her for a little return
squeeze.  His hand fell on the bare skin of her lower back, where
her sweater rode up and jeans slid down, exposing an area just
above the rise of her buttocks.  The touch of her skin sent a
flash of fire through his head.  But once committed, he left his
hand there for the embrace.  As Penny moved back, sitting on her
legs again, his hand stayed on the soft skin, slipping down a
little to where her rump began to rise.

Penny was hardly aware of his hand, giving it very little
attention at this point.  Cheering him up seemed to be the only
thing that was important.  "Let's just get drunk and to hell with
your dinner engagement," Penny offered.

"Sounds like a damn good idea." He laughed, knowing inside he
couldn't-or wouldn't do it, but wishing he could.

Penny leaned over for her drink and her father's hand slid down a
little farther.  His fingers were just touching the point where
the mounds of assflesh began to swell and separate.  The base of
her spine, where one finger touched the sensitive skin of the
crack.  She was suddenly aware of his hand.  But not sure what it
meant She pretended not to notice when she sat back on her legs.
When her father didn't make a move to take his hand away, she
realized that he knew what was happening.  It occurred to her
that he must be going through hell, sitting there, not knowing
what he should do, and trying to make it all seem accidental.

"Mmmmm, " she cooed, bending toward him again, "but we've got
each other to chase away the loneliness."

This time as she kissed him she reached behind and pushed his
hand onto the full meat of her ass inside the jeans.  She could
feel him tense up, but he didn't try to pull his hand away.  Then
he patted the fleshy balls, as he might have done when she was
three years old.  Still playing innocent, she told herself,
opening her mouth on his to intensify his longing.

A tremendous battle raged in the father's head.  On the one side
he wanted to-on the other he felt that he shouldn't.  Just an
innocent pat on the ass, he rationalized for his present actions.
 Then his hand stopped patting.  The feel of her smooth, firm,
round ass raced through his mind.  He couldn't resist the urge to
trace his finger down the crack, or touch the little opening, or,
just poke his finger in a little.  He was breathing faster and
getting dizzy from her open mouth over his lips.  The smell of
her.  The taste of her, as their tongues met.  The feel of her!

When Penny moved back, her jeans were down over her buttocks in
the back, digging into the flesh just above her golden triangle
of hair in the front.  She hoped her father would take some of
the initiative-do something.  Anything to show his intentions. 
But instead he reached for his glass and drained it.

The first joint of his middle finger was lodged in Penny's rectum
and she patiently sat on it until he finished his drink.  She
knew she'd either have to open the front of her jeans-to stop the
pain they were creating as they bit into her tender flesh-or put
an end to his fun.  She didn't have the heart to do the latter,
so she opened the brass button and slid the zipper down.  The
pants slid over her hips from the weight of her father's arm and
her fluffy pubic hair popped out.

"Oh, Penelope, " her father sighed as his eyes caught sight of
the golden fleece.  The rest of his sentence was muffled on the
fur above her treasure cove, but she thought it sounded like "I
love you."

Penny could feel his lips pressing into the patch of hair and
feel him breathing in to the spot above her clit.  He was taking
deep breaths of air through his nose, obviously delirious with
the fragrance he found there.  Her position and the confinement
of the jeans tangled around her legs prevented her from opening
up to give him access to the source of the sweet-smelling honey.
AU she could do was sit there patting his head, waiting for him
to finish.

It seemed like hours before he lifted his head and moved out of
his cramped position.  He sat back and looked at the area between
her legs for a moment, without any apparent thought of what he
would do next.

"If you want it, Daddy, take it," Penny said, standing and
stripping off her clothes.

"It's not right," he said softly.  His eyes growing wider at the
sight of her tits popping out form under the sweater as she began
to pull it over her head.  He wouldn't allow himself to move, but
he didn't take his gluttonous eyes off her nude body.

"I'm asking you, to fuck me, Daddy," she said when the last of
her clothes were off.  "And you know you want to."

"We mustn't," he groaned, staring at the tantalizing figure of
his daughter standing before him, with her hands on her hips and
the object of his desires teasingly offered to him.

"Then at least kiss it for me," she responded, pulling him into a
prone position on the couch.  "I mean really kiss it." And
climbed on the couch with him, straddling his face.

Penny thought she heard him start to object, but she lowered her
cunt to his mouth to drown out the sound.  His hands found her
ass without coaxing and he massaged the globes of meat with
vigorous squeezes.  He even returned his finger to her
buttonhole, cork-screwing it all the way in.  His mouth after
some hesitation, opened on her slit, sending a chill through her
body at the first touch of his wet tongue.

The smell of her juices and the taste of her cunt, drove him
wild.  He drove his tongue deeper into the cherished honey jar,
while his fingers twisted and squirmed in her rear tunnel.  He
could feel her reaching a climax-taste it too-and decided he
deserved the fulfillment of his forbidden dream.

"Ohhhh, Daddy," Penny screeched, squeezing his head as hard as
possible with her legs and flushing her juices into his open
mouth.  "Ohhhhh, Daddy.  I love it, I love you, mmmmmm."

He waited patiently for her to squeeze out the full fury of her
orgasm, helping with a constant swirling of his tongue up her
cunt.  But when she was through and lifted herself off his face,
he got up and took off his clothes.

"Mmmmmm," Penny gurgled at the sight of his stiff cock.

He watched his beautiful daughter move from the couch to the rug
in the middle of the room, while he removed his clothing and
carefully placed them on a chair.  When he walked over to her she
spread her legs, lifting her knees almost to her chin, completely
exposing her ass and cunt for his eyes to devour, which he did
ravishingly.

"You're a hungry little bitch," be said with a grin.

"Daddy's little girl," she cooed back at him.

He knelt and placed his cock at the door to her mushy cunt.  She
gasped and closed her eyes, already building up another storm in
that cunt of hers.  He couldn't help but stare at her in
amazement.  His little kitten was a tiger, he realized.  A
starved tiger.

"Don't move it, Daddy," she cried with urgency.  "Hold it, right,
there! Ohhhh, Daddy."

She'd had an orgasm on the tip of his cock, he suddenly realized.
 The thought stirred him even more than the sight of her
yielding, panting body.  He buried the aching cock into the
depths of her body and lowered himself onto her.  His mouth going
from one tit to the other, licking, sucking, biting, while Penny
wrapped her legs around him and pulled him deeper into her hungry
slit.  The jerking sensation in his balls was already beyond the
point of holding back his eruption.  All he could do was suck her
ripe tit-flesh into his mouth and pump his come into her cunt.

After weeks of thinking about this moment, planning for it, and
tearing himself apart with worry and guilt, the whole thing was
over in a minute.  But Penny stretched her own pleasure out
longer, bumping and squeezing and grinding on his stiff cock. 
The stick was hers for all it was worth, and she got every last
ounce of pleasure from it before releasing her grip on the
heaving meat.

"You must think I'm terrible," he started to plead as they
separated.

"Don't be silly.  I think you're the greatest."

"I feel so ashamed, doing this to you," he said, trying to free
his conscience of the pain he would suffer now for weeks.

"You mean what I did to you.  Stop blaming yourself for making
your daughter the happiest girl in the world."

"I can't help hating myself," he said, rolling off her now, but
pulling her close to him for an affectionate hug.

"I don't know why you should feel so bad," she tried to comfort
him.

"I just can't help thinking what your brother would think if he
ever found out, "

"Now that's the silliest, "

"He'd hate me, and you too.  And God only knows how it would
affect him."

"I'll tell you how," she whispered in his ear.  "He'd slap you on
the back and be proud of you."

"How can you say a thing like that, Penny?" he asked, taken by
surprise at her attitude.

"It's easy, Daddy.  Little Stevie has already sampled his
sister's cookie."

"What?" he asked in disbelief.

"Steve has also found his sister's charms to be tantalizing.  And
he proved his love the only way a man can, by giving the girl his
meat."

"I never thought, that is, I didn't know."

"Just stop worrying, Daddy," she sighed in his Then she traced a
path down his chest with the tips of her fingers, settling on the
limp noodle between his legs.  It was sticky from the combination
of their juices and she slid her tongue down his chest to the
sticky meat and licked it clean, arousing the log from its sleep.

Once again his mind exploded with the sight of her beautiful
body.  He watched her pretty face move around his aching cock,
saw her tantalizing lips wrap around the sensitive shaft and felt
her suck new life into him.  When he came, it was as though all
his fears and worries drained from his body in that instant his
cock fired.

"Mmmmm," he sighed.  "You're too beautiful, Penny."

"You're just prejudiced," she said, licking his come from her
lips.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

"Hello," Penny mumbled into the phone, still not fully awake.

"Penny?" Steve asked, not sure the voice was sister's.

"Who'd you expect?" Penny answered through a yawn.  "What time is
it anyway?"

"Ten-thirty," Steve said apologetically.  "I'm sorry I woke you,
but I couldn't wait to tell you the good news."

"I bet I know what it is; it's Sunday morning and you've got a
hard-on," she offered, sitting tip in bed to shake the grogginess
from her head.

"There's nothing new about that," Steve laughed, then continued
in an excited voice.  "Liz invited me to spend the weekend up at
Paul's island."

"That's nice," Penny answered dryly, fully awake now.

"Thanks.  You sound thrilled to death," Steve said with
disappointment in his voice over Penny's attitude.  "You are
going, aren't you?"

"I haven't been invited," Penny answered sarcastically.

"You're kidding, Paul's been calling you for weeks.  Liz even
told me he was going out of his mind because you hadn't returned
his calls, but that was over a week ago.  I figured you must have
spoken to him since then."

"I haven't gotten any calls, " Penny started to object, thinking
Steve was just making an excuse for Paul.

"Well, shit!" Steve interrupted.  "Have you called home to see if
there were any messages?"

"Well, no, "

"Sonofabitch! That explains it.  Paul only has this number and
Mrs.  Kahn probably just told him you weren't home."

"Great," Penny sighed.  "Now what?"

"Call him," Steve snapped back.  "Tell him you just got the
messages."

"Liz says he going out of his mind, eh?"

"Don't start that playing-hard-to-get shit," Steve said, trying
to sound angry, but still to excited over his own good news. 
"Call him, Penny.  And then call rue back, okay?"

"Okay," she sighed with an air of reluctance.  But inside she was
jumping with excitement herself.

She had to have a cup of coffee before making the call to Paul. 
Had to get her thoughts straight too, she decided.  And for some
reason there were suddenly butterflies fluttering in her stomach,
which she couldn't explain-or didn't want to.  But she finally
made the call; waited patiently for the girl who answered the
phone to get Paul.  It seemed like a long, nerve-wracking pause.
Then Paul's voice came through the receiver.

"Hello, Penny?" he asked anxiously.

"Yes.  I just got your messages."

"It's good to hear your voice," Paul said, making it unnecessary
to even continue the explanation.  His happiness came through the
sound of his voice.  "When you didn't call, and were never home,
well, I thought you just didn't want to see me again."

"I've been staying in the city and never thought of calling the
house.  I took it for granted someone would pass on my apartment
number to anyone who was trying to reach me."

"That's not important now.  When can I see you?"

"Well ..."

"You've got to say you'll come up to the island next week," Paul
said in an almost pleading voice.  "Your brother is even going to
be there we'll have a great time together."

"I guess I'll have to go then," Penny answered, trying to sound
casual, but secretly holding her breath from the excitement
churning inside her.  Everything seemed to be going so perfectly,
that she was afraid of saying the wrong thing.  But she didn't
She found herself agreeing to have dinner with Paul Monday night,
and there was a show Wednesday he had tickets for, which he
insisted would go to waste if she didn't go with him.

For the first time in years, Penny found herself bubbling over
with enthusiasm.  Like a school girl going to her first prom she
realized, when the butterflies in her stomach didn't just
disappear.  What a great feeling it was, she thought to herself,
having something to look forward to doing.  Having someone
exciting to see, and having time slip by-so quickly it was
breathtaking.

The dates were enjoyable-as all her meetings with Paul had been.
However, she had led herself to believe that their relationship
would be different now.  Paul was obviously-admittedly-infatuated
with her.  She therefore reasoned that his approach would change;
that he had wrapped himself, willingly, around her little finger,
and now her wish should certainly be his command.  But it wasn't!
Paul was more attentive, more charming, and far more open about
his feelings toward her.  Still, at the end of the evening he saw
her home, kissed her passionately at the door to her apartment
and left.  Left her standing there dizzy with anxiety and desire.
 He refused her invitations to even come in for a drink.  He must
have known that she wanted him, she told herself.  Desperately
wanted him, in fact.  Because all she thought about was his big
cock and how it would feel in that longing cove, and she didn't
hide her feelings during the time they were together.

Penny also discovered that she was spending more and more time
thinking about the island.  Her thoughts about the place had
mellowed, she found, and she was actually intrigued by the
prospect of returning.  The events of her last visit were no
longer unpleasant.  There was a growing desire to once again be
in the midst of all that raw sex.

To be able to glance around and see naked girls fucking in every
manner and fashion, and watching the enjoyment they were
experiencing by the changing expressions of their faces.  She
wondered if there would be another death-defying act in the
swimming pool, or another ritual in the game-room.

As the time drew closer, Penny found herself becoming obsessed
with thoughts about the twins.  How she missed those little
angels now, she kept telling herself.  The feel of their anxious
hands, devilish mouths and loving tongues tantalized her thoughts
now.  She no longer felt the pangs of shock that she had
experienced when the children were doing their best to please
her.  Now she'd know what to expect, she realized, and, more
important, how to react.

From the moment Steve picked her up at the apartment, for the
drive out to the harbor, Penny felt a difference in the
atmosphere.  It was as though she had arrived at the start of a
big party.  Steve's enthusiasm and excitement was contagious.  It
made a world of difference in the flight up to the island too;
there were no doubts, regrets or misplaced jealousies this time.
Even Liz appeared excited over the trip she had made so many
times before.  She and Steve carried on like two love-sick kids.

Penny soon discovered a whole new form of entertainment in just
watching her brother's face, as his excitement reflected in
disbelieving, wide eyes when they entered the house.  All the
sophistication he had learned as a result of being a spoiled rich
kid, his cosmopolitan air, all disappeared and he looked like a
little boy finding himself alone in a big candy store.  He didn't
know where to look first.  His eyes danced wildly over the pretty
girls in togas, almost drooling at the mouth when they started
flashing bare asses in his direction.  It seemed as though the
girls were just as thrilled with Steve's presence.  It took a
nudge from Liz to bring him back to earth.

After a brief chat in the entrance hall, Penny and Steve were led
to their rooms.  This time Liz took them to Steve's room and just
advised Penny that she had-the same room as the last time, which
was next to Steve's, with an adjoining door.  Taking the cue,
Penny left the pair and went to her room into the arms of the
twins.

"We missed you," they greeted her, kissing and hugging Penny as
though it was Christmas.

"I missed you too," Penny sang back at them.  "And I've got a
present for you, and a surprise."

"Where, where, " they shouted excitedly, Alexander's hand already
slipping up Penny's leg when she straightened up to walk over to
get the presents from her valise.  The familiar feeling of his
little hand running up her leg, under the skirt and sneaking into
her panties, caused Penny to stop long enough to give him an
extra little squeeze.  This little encouragement sent his hand
plunging under her panties and up her ass, feeling the globes
with sweeping, circular motions, before settling down to the
chore of finding his favorite hole hidden in the crack.  He was
helped along when Penny bent over to open her suitcase on a
nearby chair.  She felt his cold finger worm its way into her
body, giving her a chill which quickly turned to hot flashes as
the finger twisted and snaked up the little opening.

It had been a difficult task finding a gift for these youngsters.
 Somehow she couldn't see them getting thrilled over stuffed
animals or toys of any kind.  The twins weren't just ordinary
kids.  She finally chose matching gold rings with a small diamond
in the center.  Adrian was immediately thrilled, but Alexander
had to try it on first to see how it looked.  Then he walked over
to the wall mirror and studied himself, flashing the ring to an
imaginary audience.  Only after he was pleased with the new touch
the ring added to his appearance did he rush back to Penny to
give her a big kiss.

As soon as she was confident that the twins were pleased with
their gifts, she began to undress.  There wasn't any assistance
this time, because the children were still admiring the effect
the glittering rings had on their appearance.  When they did turn
their attention back to her, she was slipping into a terrycloth
robe, resigned to the fact that they were too engrossed in their
new image to help her with a bath.

Alexander rushed over to Penny when he saw her putting on the
robe.  Before she had a chance to pull the robe over her
shoulders to cover her naked body, he reached his ring hand up to
fondle a tit and Penny saw the change that had come over him. 
Instead of feeling the smooth round orb for the sake of feeling,
he fixed his eyes on the effect his glittering ring added to the
appearance of his hand during the operation.  He was obviously
pleased with sparkle and attention the ring added to his little
hand, Penny thought.  Then Adrian did the same thing to Penny's
other melon.  But Alexander was more fascinated, which had Penny
wondering why they claimed women were so vain.  He rushed behind
Penny, swept aside her robe, and gazed admiringly at his ring
finger resting on a mound of ass-flesh, while his middle finger
went about its task of exploring the deep crevice.  His face
beamed with pride.

"You kids are too much," Penny said with a laugh, just as the
door opened and Steve peeked into the room.

"Now for the surprise I told you I had," Penny said closing the
robe.  "I want you to meet my brother."

"Hi," Steve said with a wave of his hand to the staring children.
 All he was wearing was a towel wrapped around his waist and he
wasn't sure if he should enter in the presence of the kids.

"Aren't they adorable?" Penny chirped.  "This is Adrian and this
Alexander."

"Are you twins?" Alexander asked Steve.

"No, we're not," Steve answered.  "Penny is my older sister."

Alexander walked briskly over to shake hands with Steve using it
as an opportunity to see how the ring would look.  He was also
pleased with Steve's admiring glance at the diamond.  Then Adrian
joined her brother's side and gave Steve a kiss.

"Is it okay to come in?" Steve asked, half turning to go back for
his robe.

"Sure, come in," Penny said.

"This place is too much," Steve said, bubbling over with
excitement.  The shock of Adrian's hand running up his leg
brought him up short, though.  Her fingers unhesitantly slithered
up his leg to his hip and around front to feel his dangling meat.

"You'd better get used to it," Penny said with a laugh, watching
her brother stand there speechless, dumbfounded and not knowing
what to do next.

"I'll be, " Steve choked on the words.

When Alexander realized what his sister was doing, he quickly
slipped his own hand under Steve's towel and searched for the
back entrance.

"Hey! Cut that out!" Steve said, pushing Alexander's hand away.

"I thought you and Liz would be indisposed," Penny said with a
questioning look.

"No such luck.  She told me we'd have to be very discreet while
we're up here, Paul keeps her pretty strict, she says.  But I'll
be entertained by the other girls, which Liz says is all right as
long as it's just to relieve my sex urge.  No kissing though."

"Mmmmmm, sounds interesting," Penny responded.

Steve let out a little gulp and Penny realized his cock was
starting to rise higher and higher from the touch of Adrian's
gentle fingers.

"I guess I'd better take my shower and start getting ready for
cocktails," Penny sighed, adding, "but you can stay and talk to
me if you like."

Neither of them were prepared for Adrian's next move.  She pulled
Steve's towel off and sucked his cock into her small mouth with
the casual air of an experienced hooker.  Steve watched his stiff
meat going into the small mouth, ploughing into the pretty face
of the little girl, felt her lips stretch tightly over the
mushroom-shaped head and felt the sensation of come burning up
through his cock.  The first shot of come was such a surprise, as
well as a powerful blast, it propelled Adrian back and his cock
popped out of her mouth, shooting white cream splashing all over
her pretty face.  She grinned, grabbed his cock with both fists
and gobbled it up.  She went after the squirting shaft like it
was a stick of candy, licking and sucking at the syrupy juice for
all she was worth.

It was over so fast that both Penny and Steve didn't have time to
recover from their original shock of watching Adrian whip off the
towel and suck the cock into her mouth.  For Steve, the
experience was almost traumatic.  Just the thought of a little
girl giving him a blow-job sent pangs of guilt through his head.
But now he had actually allowed it to happen, in the presence of
witnesses, and he was upset even further by the fact that he
hadn't tried to stop her.  Uppermost in his mind was what people
would think of him for allowing such a thing to happen.

"What's the matter, little brother, cat got your tongue?" Penny
teased, watching his initial expression of shock begin to turn to
fear.

"Mmmmmmmm, you taste good," Adrian added, still licking her lips.

"I, I, never, " Steve stammered helplessly.

"Didn't I tell you this place was unbelievable?"

"But I never.., messed around, with a little kid before," Steve
moaned.

"Oh, come on, Steve, don't let it upset you so much," Penny said
with compassion, knowing exactly how he must feel.  She too had
felt that way on the first visit when the twins had sucked her to
an orgasm.  But now the feeling of shame was gone and she knew
what the twins were capable of doing.  "You'd better get used to
it.  Otherwise you might as well go home now, because what you
see later will make this appear to be nothing."

Steve was still staring at Adrian, who just grinned back
sheepishly, while Alexander giggled at him from Penny's side. 
There must be something he should do, Steve told himself spank
her? Kiss her? There must be something-but his mind wasn't
functioning at the moment.

"You aren't mad at me, are you?" Adrian asked.  She was more
serious now and a faint trace of tears forming in her eyes as she
looked into Steve's furious expression.  His stare was so
unfriendly that Adrian was frightened.  "I love you," she said
softly and big tears began to slip from her eyes.

Steve's gulp echoed around the room.  He picked Adrian up and
kissed the tears from her cheeks.  But he still couldn't find the
words to say something.  Penny was speechless over Adrian's
innocent reaction to Steve's vicious look and decided to take her
shower before she started to cry too.

Alexander followed Penny into the bathroom and despite Penny's
insistence that she wanted to be alone, he refused to leave.  His
job was to soap her down and he wasn't going to take no for an
answer.  But when his hands started to slide gently over her
breasts, Penny melted into a yielding mass of anxious gooseflesh.
 She hadn't realized how close she was to the boiling point of
desire.

Alexander's little fingers had a way of tantalizing the life out
of her as they slipped into those cavities of her body so easily,
one finger worming its way into her asshole, while another
finger-fucked her cunt.  All she could do was stand under the
spray of water with her eyes closed and let the sensations
between her legs reach their own solutions.  But she knew his
finger was too thin and too short in her cunt to bring it
satisfaction.  At best it was just a delicious feeling that built
the sex flame into a raging fire, she decided.  Something bigger
and fatter was needed to finish the job.  She was sure of that.

Steve stepped into the bathroom with Adrian sitting on his arm,
hugging and kissing him affectionately.  They watched Alexander
bring Penny to the peak of excitement.  Then he stopped playing
with her, turned off the water, and began drying her with a
sensual motion of the towel.

"Oh, Steve," she sighed, "finish the job for me.  I'm as hot as a
bitch."

A quick glance at the disappointed expression of Alexander's face
gave Steve more reason than he already had to turn down Penny's
request.  "Are you kiddin', Penny? What would you like me to use
for the job?"

"That big cock of yours," she shot back, noticing he was wearing
his towel.  again.

"The hardest thing in the world, Penny, is putting it in soft."

"Then let's make it stiff before I go out of my mind," she
responded.

Alexander realized that Steve wasn't going to take away the
pleasure of bringing Penny to a-climax.  And even though Penny
was still trying to get her brother to come to her aid, he wasn't
going to let her go that easy.  He quickly stepped up behind her,
spread the large, smooth globes of assflesh apart, and covered
her anus with his warm, moist mouth.

"Oh, Steve," Penny cried at the sensation.  She desperately
wanted her brother's fat meat snuggled in her aching cove.  But
Alexander didn't pay any attention to her happy that Steve
wasn't, either.  He sucked at the small sunburst, licked it hard
sucked again.  By now he knew how to drive a person insane with
his teasing mouth.  They always went wild at the suggestion of
having his tongue slither into the slot, and the longer he made
them wait for it, the wilder they got.

Already Penny had forgotten about Steve's cock.  She closed her
eyes and bent forward to let the boy finish what he had started.
Then she would go after the cock, she told herself.  But for now
the warmth of Alexander's mouth over her anus was too delicious
to send away, she decided.  The lick of his tongue was
sensational-because it would soon snake into the hot tunnel and
give her the strangest feeling in that often neglected zone of
her hungry body.  She waited patiently for him to strike, bracing
herself for the wet slab of meat to bore into her tight hole. 
But Alexander sucked at it-which felt good too-and licked it with
the tip of his tongue to tease her, but didn't penetrate.  It was
driving her wild with anticipation.

"Stick it in, Alex," she whispered.  But he didn't pay any
attention to her command.  She spoke a little louder, "Stick it
in."

When he took his mouth away from the longing entrance, Penny was
a little baffled.  He'd had that tongue in her hole the last time
she was here almost every time she turned her back, why not now,
she wanted to know.  But Alexander guided her to a sitting
position on a shag rug in the middle of the floor, spread her
legs and got down on his knees.  He lifted her legs until she
finally laid back and brought them to a more comfortable position
with her knees almost up to her shoulders.  Now she could see his
head between her legs and knew her cunt, as well as her rectum,
were at his disposal.

Steve was getting a hard-on watching the boy go about his attack
with such eagerness and aggressive know-how.  But Adrian's bare
ass on his arm was also beginning to gain Steve's attention.  She
was moving it in that familiar rhythm a girl uses when she has a
burning itch between her legs.  He gave her a quick glance and
saw her wide eyes looking at him longingly.

"Would you kiss me like that?" Adrian whispered in his ear.

"You're too young," Steve answered.

"But it itches," she pouted.

Alexander lowered his mouth to Penny's dripping wet cunt hairs,
covered her slit with a wide open mouth and licked fire onto the
lips of her cunt.  He sucked and licked, again keeping his tongue
from penetrating further than the very tip.  It drove Penny wild.
 She couldn't stand the teasing sensation of the tongue when she
longed to have it plunge into the burning walls of her body.  Now
both holes were gasping for relief.  But Alexander had a mind of
his own this time.  When she tried to close her legs on his head,
to trap him there, he moved lower and covered her back opening
again.

"Don't tease me, Alex.  Stick it in," Penny cried.

The tip of his tongue paused at the entrance, pressed slightly as
if he was going to give in to her pleas and ram his tongue up the
burning channel, but he hesitated first.  He could feel the
little bud opening as Penny tried to coax him in It opened and
closed on the tip of his tongue, waiting for his plunge.  Then he
took a deep breath and drove the slippery serpent into her
longing asshole.

"Oooohhbh," Penny cried.  "Ooohhhhh, baby that feels so good."

Alexander snaked his tongue in and out, twisted it and drove it
deep.  He loved this operation more than any other.  At this
entrance, his tongue or finger always fit snugly.  He didn't have
the same feeling at the bushy hole, but he knew he had to move on
to it.  He knew that was where the real burning desire had to be
satisfied.  So with one last, hard, twisting plunge up Penny's
rectum, he quickly withdrew and covered her panting cunt with his
mouth, teased it only briefly, then drove his tongue into the
cave that was filling with girl-juice.

"Ooooohhhh, ohhhhhh, Alex, more, just a little more."

He pressed harder, licking and sucking at the velvet walls of her
sex, draining the juices, while she squeezed his head with a
viselike grip of her legs.

"Oooooohhhhh," Penny cried, holding her breath and bouncing
furiously, until her whole body exploded in a gratifying climax.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."

She pulled Alexander up to her face then, kissing and hugging him
with the little strength she had left in her system.

"Please?" Adrian was still trying to coax Steve.  "Please kiss me
like that?"

Steve was already toying with the crack of her ass, using his
free hand to feel and fondle the small balls of flesh.  She was
tickling his ear with the tip of her tongue.  His cock had lifted
the towel up and there was a pulsing sensation in the spear that
demanded some attention.

Since Penny was curled up on the rug with Alexander, obviously no
longer needing Steve's tenderloin, he decided to slip out of the
bathroom and return to his own room with Adrian.  He wasn't quite
sure what he would do, but he got a strange feeling in the groin
at the thought of playing with the little girl.

Once in his own room, Steve closed the connecting door and tore
off the towel that was wrapped around his waist.  The head of his
cock was peeking out anyway, he rationalized, as he placed Adrian
on the bed.

"I don't know why I brought you in here," he said, lying down
beside her and staring up at the mirrored ceiling.  "You're too
young to play those games."

Adrian wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her open mouth
over his, her small tongue slithering out to circle his lips and
force its way into his mouth.  He could feel the smooth, soft
skin between her legs rubbing on his arm.  The whole scene
frustrated him.

But Adrian knew what she wanted, and after the sensuous kiss, she
quickly straddled his face.  She knelt over him, reached back and
pulled her asscheeks apart, to make it clear that she wanted that
little buttonhole kissed.  When she saw his eyes go to the little
spot-after lingering for a long stare at her hairless slit-she
lowered the tender ass onto his closed lips.  She still had to
pull the balls of flesh apart to feel his warm lips on the
sensitive opening.  There was some doubt in her mind whether
Steve would respond to her urgent need.  But finally she felt his
lips part, his warm breath swept over the sensitive opening, and
her heart began pounding at the thrill in store.

Finally Steve brought the tip of his tongue to the hot little bud
and wet it with the saliva from his drooling mouth.  He licked
it, sucked it, and licked some more.  Then he carefully pressed
the tip of it into the hot tunnel.  Adrian cooed and wiggled.  He
pressed his tongue deeper and deeper, while she wiggled harder
and harder on his face.

"Ooooowwww," she cooed happily, bouncing up and down on his fate
to drive the serpent in and out of her ass.  "Oooowwww."

She had the full length of Steve's tongue up her ass and was
enjoying every inch of it.  Then with one quick move, she rose
high, popping his tongue out, and let out a sigh of pleasure. 
She lowered herself again, waited for his tongue to snake up her
insides and again rose to pop it out, giving a cry of delight at
the sensation it caused.  Again she lowered her buttonhole on his
tongue and again made it pop out.

Steve wasn't aware of anything else in the room.  Adrian's legs
were pressed tight against his head, muffling every sound but the
sucking noise his tongue made when it popped out of her body.  He
decided to open his eyes once to watch her body squirm over his
head and suddenly saw a pretty blonde girl grinning at him
through Adrian's legs.

"That's enough," the girl whispered to Adrian, when she saw
Steve's expression turn to a startled, embarrassed stare.  "Come
on," she said, lifting Adrian off the bed and carrying her back
to Penny's room.

Adrian was protesting, but softly.  The girl didn't seem to pay
any attention to her, though, and deposited her in Penny's room.
She closed the door with Adrian on the other side.  Steve caught
a glimpse of the little girl's crying face before he focused his
attention on the pretty blonde.  She was about twenty, he
figured, and much more his type of plaything than Adrian.

"Hi," she said, smiling at him.  "I'm Susan."

"Hi, I'm Steve."

"I know all about you," she cut him short.  "I'm here to see that
you enjoy your stay."

Steve stared wide-eyed at her as she crossed the room to the bed
again, slipping out of the toga as she seemed to float toward
him.  His eyes devoured her naked, fully developed body and was
pleased to note that she had the familiar triangle of hair
between her legs.  Adrian would have been more fun if she had
that little patch of fur that tantalized him with the thought of
what it hid.  He only regretted that Susan had caught him with
Adrian.  But her sensuous curves, with those fully ripened melons
bouncing toward him, took his mind off the embarrassment of what
he had been doing.

"The first thing we have to take care of," she sighed, climbing,
on the bed with him, "is that burning sensation between your
legs."

"Who sent you here?" Steve gulped, not believing his eyes and
ears.

"Mr.  Lagarde suggested you should have someone to keep you
amused," she said in a low, sexy voice.  "And Liz chose me for
the job."

"Liz!" Steve gasped.

"Of course.  She doesn't want you to be lonesome, and it gets
terribly cold up here at night." As she spoke, Susan carefully
straddled Steve's legs, took his stiff cock in one hand and
guided it into the triangle of hair between her legs.  "So she
felt you might need some body heat to keep you warm.  After all,
Liz is in love with you."

Steve couldn't do or say anything.  He just gulped in amazement
as the girl knelt over him and brushed the head of his cock
through the soft, fluffy hairs of her sex.  Then she placed the
tip of it at the lips of her cunt and slowly impaled herself on
his stiff spear.  He watched her close her eyes as his cock
entered the hot, moist cavity, lowering herself gently onto his
pulsing, flexing muscle.  She would have taken his juices just
sitting there rocking back and forth, but he reached up and
gently pulled her down to his chest.  Their open mouths met and
his hands slid over her back, her twitching buttocks and into the
crack of her ass.

"Come, baby," she whispered in his ear.  "Come in me, Steve, give
it to me."

And Steve gave it to her.  Instantly.  He blew his come in one
uncontrollable blast.  Not that he didn't want to hold off for a
while to enjoy the feel of her body, but when she said "come," he
couldn't stop it.

CHAPTER TWELVE

For Steve, the weekend was one seduction after another. 
Everywhere they went, girls were pawing at him for the
opportunity to play with his stick.  And Liz encouraged the
girls, as well as Steve, to have a go at it.  Saturday morning,
after breakfast, he had the opportunity of trying the trick in
the pool.  But unlike Mr.  Jenkins, Steve was hot in the balls
from the time the game was suggested.  By the time the girl went
down on his cock and the two others pressed her underwater, he
was on the brink of exploding.  The whole idea was too
sensational for him and he blasted his come into the girl's mouth
so soon after her dive that he didn't lose a drop of it and came
to the surface with air to spare.

The real enjoyment for Penny was watching her brother experience
the surprises that met them at every turn.  His excitement and
delight was also entertaining to Paul and Liz.  Soon the three of
them were calling Steve's attention to all the unusual scenes
that were going on-things that they had taken for granted, but
were enjoying again through Steve's excitement.

"I wish I was twenty-two again," Paul said with a sigh of regret.
 "Ahh, to have the stamina and strength to perform like a young
stud again."

"You'll have us thinking you're over the hill," Steve joked.

"As you get older, the events are fewer, but you make them last
longer," Paul said with a laugh at his philosophical speech. 
"Instead of three quick shots, you have one long one."

"How long?" Penny asked enthusiastically.

"Well, some of the old men up here inst so long they forget to
pull the ripcord-and you know how depressing that can be."

The jovial atmosphere didn't prevent Steve from getting another
erection though.  Liz suggested they take him to see the gym.  At
first glance, the room looked rather ordinary.  It had the usual
paraphernalia of a good-size gymnasium, and people were scattered
around the room, using the various exercising equipment.  But
here and there-as Steve had expected-couples were engaged in
various forms of sexual exercise.  The floor mats along the walls
seemed to be the most active areas for the sex games.  However,
he noticed two young men playing their specialty over one of the
horses.  While one straddled the leather horse, his companion
brought up the rear and gave him a wild ride.  There was a group
on the parallel bars that caught Steve's attention.  A male guest
was stretched out on the bars, doing pushups-his cock stabbing
the cunt of a pretty girl who was stretched out below him, while
another girl stood precariously over him, bent at the waist, with
her mouth buried in the
 crack of his ass.

But after Steve's eyes took in the obvious, he noticed a group of
girls in the far corner of the room pulling on ropes that were
attached to large wicker baskets.  Closer examination revealed
that the baskets were being raised and lowered onto men lying
below them on the mats.

"I thought you'd like the basket-balling game," Liz teased him.

"What is it?" Penny asked, before Steve could raise the same
question.

"There's a hole cut in the bottom of the basket," Paul took over
the explanation.  "A girl is placed in the basket, sitting with
her derriere sticking out the hole.  The gentleman rests
comfortably on the mat and the other girls raise and lower the
basket."

Liz was already pulling Steve in that direction, so Paul decided
to let them see for themselves how it worked.  They watched with
amazement as Liz stripped Steve's pants off and forced him into
position under one of the baskets.  Then she stepped out of the
way and signaled the girls holding the ropes to lower away.

"I like this one best," Liz whispered to Penny.  "It's sorta
impersonal, since he can't see the girl, and I don't feel so
jealous that way."

"If you two are serious, why do you encourage him to ball with
other girls?" Penny whispered back Liz shrugged her shoulders and
sighed, "To get it out of his system, I guess."

At this point a young man came over and applied a lubricant to
the girl's ass, while one of the girls did the same to Steve's
standing spear.  She caressed and stroked the tumescent male
muscle with a show of approval and desire, lingering longer than
they thought was necessary.  But Penny also noted the male
working overzealously at his chore too, greasing the girl's
tunnel with sensuous, twisting probes of his finger his toga
stood out straight in front from the erection the chore had given
him.

Finally the basket was lowered and Steve had to aim his lance at
the small, target between the protruding globes of flesh.  They
could see his blunt head enter the buttonhole and watched it
disappear into the depths of her body.  Then the girls gently
raised and lowered the basket on the piston, pumping it in and
out of the tight sleeve.

Steve folded his arms under his head and grinned up at them as
the balls of flesh slid up and down his cock.  But the grin soon
disappeared as the urgent need to spend his sperm became acute. 
It suddenly occurred to him that he had no control over the depth
or length of each penetration.  He grabbed at the basket, but
couldn't get a grip on it.  At this point he desperately wanted a
long, deep penetration into the hot tunnel, to bury it there and
spend his come.  But the girls kept raising the basket, causing a
postponement of his discharge until he had that feeling of total
penetration.

In desperation, he began lifting his ass off the mat, in an
attempt to keep his cock in the depths of the tunnel, but the
girls lifted the basket even higher.  He began to arch his back,
lifting himself higher and higher to gain on the evasive sleeve
and release the explosion that had his mind in a frenzy.  It was
all a waste, he kept telling himself, if he didn't come with a
deep, lasting penetration.  Just as he feared there was no hope
of holding it back any longer, the basket was lowered all the way
down and he came with satisfaction as the full weight rested on
him.  He had just what he wanted the burning flesh completely
pressed into his groin.

That nagging, unbearable desire for her own male tenderloin was
uppermost in Penny's mind again.  Only the fact that she knew Liz
was suffering from the same frustration, kept Penny from seducing
the nearest man.  She realized what Liz must be going through,
watching the very cock she wanted most being wasted on a faceless
form wasted in the crack of a bodiless ass.

There was a ray of hope when Paul suggested they all return to
their rooms to freshen up before dinner.  A chance to secure her
brother's services, she thought as they parted.  The long walk
she and Steve made back to their rooms was an agonizing delay,
for her overexcited body.  She followed him anxiously into his
room and blurted out, "You've gotta fuck me, Steve.  You've just
gotta."

"Aw, come on, Penny.  I've been fuckin' all night and all
morning," he responded and collapsed on the bed.

"Steve, you can't let me down now," she pleaded.

"If I had an ounce of sap left, I'd give it to you.  But I'm so
damn exhausted, and sore too that I just can't do it."

Penny stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.  The
twins jumped to their feet, with frightened looks on their faces
as she swept through the bedroom to the bathroom.  Then she
suddenly turned and faced them; her fists pressed into her hips
and a mad expression on her face.  "Get Mr.  Lagarde," she said
through clenched teeth.  "Tell him I want to see him right away."

The children, stumbled over each other in their haste to do as
she ordered.  She was suddenly much taller, in their eyes, than
before.  Fierce and dangerous-looking too.  They ran to fetch
Paul without wasting a second on the way.

Penny didn't realize how frightened she looked, or that the
children would be asked to give a reason for her urgent command.
But when Paul entered the room, she suddenly realized that he
looked upset and nervous and she couldn't understand why.

"Close the door," she said, walking to the lounge and suddenly
finding herself nervous too.  The twins were behind Paul, peeking
into the room as he closed the door on their curious stares.

"What's wrong, Penny?" Paul asked nervously.

"I'll tell you what's wrong!  Either you stop playing games with
me," she gulped, almost in tears, "or, or send me a stud! I can't
take this." She broke down and cried.

"Oh, Penny," Paul said, sitting beside her on the lounge and
coaxing her into his arms.  "I thought something terrible had
happened, or that you were sick."

"Well, ?" she sobbed.

Paul buried her face against his chest and bugged her tight.  "Do
you think it's been easy for me?" he whispered.  "I've been going
out of my mind too.  And I don't have anyone to blame but
myself."

Penny couldn't bring herself to look at him now.  She was ashamed
of the way she had gone about all this.  But she felt her clothes
being opened and there was an instant of hesitation when she
instinctively tightened up to hamper him.  Only an instant
though.  Even she had to laugh at herself for that move.

Once on the bed, she brushed away the tears and watched Paul
strip.  Their eyes met and she grinned at him.  He smiled warmly
back and continued to undress.  "You must think I'm terrible,"
she said between sniffles.

"That's where you're wrong," Paul replied, standing next to the
bed with his big, fat prick jutting out at her.  "When I met you,
you said you were bored with sex.  I wanted you then.  But not
while you were bored.  Now, "

He climbed on top of her, his open mouth covering hers and their
tongues began fighting for possession of her mouth.  He carefully
spread her legs apart with his and brought his spear to the
junction of her legs.

Penny felt the hot, thick meat press against her legs, poke at
her yielding slit, then slide up toward her stomach.  Paul was
sucking the breath from her, his hands squeezing the ache from
her breasts, and she was going weak all over.  There was a trace
of fear too, as she felt the thickness and length of his big cock
pressing against her stomach.  Maybe it was too big, she thought
as every crazy thought began to possess her mind.

The juices flushed from her body when the giant mushroom head
returned to the entrance of her longing cunt.  Then it parted the
lips and began moving into the heat of her body.  She quickly
lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist to ease the
strain of the tight fit.  But she felt the walls of her cunt
stretch around the smooth, blunt shaft and it felt so good that
she began to float into a soft, mushy dreamlike trance.  His
mouth never moved from hers and his hands milked constantly at
her throbbing tits.  Deeper and deeper he drove his spike, until
she felt it pressing at her brain.

There wasn't enough room inside her cunt to allow for the
expanding muscle to throb, she thought.  Each throb was like an
orgasm.  And the tempo of the orgasm was getting quicker and
quicker.  She wanted to scream, but his tongue was deep in her
throat.  Her body twitched uncontrollably now.  Her nails dug
into his back and her heels pressed him deeper into her body.  So
deep it hurt but it hurt so good, she decided.  All her orgasms
were building into one, gigantic climax, and it was going to
coincide with his final thrust and throb of the shaft of meat was
lodged in her body.

Paul took his mouth from hers, both gasping in the other's ear
for air.  He slid one hand from her breast down to her ass and
held tight, forcing her ass up as he drove his body down, deeper
and harder.  Then his cannon exploded and Penny went wild.  Their
bodies bounced and churned in a frantic release of the dammed-up
juices.  The ache of desire was quenched, but the thrill was
imprinted on their brains.  Paul kissed and sucked at Penny's
tits, while she remained motionless with the complete
satisfaction he had pumped into her body.  His warm mouth at this
point only made the whole experience seem more delicious and more
lasting.  She could feel his thick cock shrinking in the walls of
her cunt as it.  Slowly lost its stiffness.  Then finally it
slipped out, sending a chill up Penny's back.  A delicious chili,
making her feel all warm and mushy.

"Mmmmmm, Paul, it was worth waiting for."

But her lover wasn't finished with the pleasures he wanted to
give her.  His mouth slid down her stomach, between her legs and
covered the cave his big cock had just vacated.  His talented
tongue whipped into the slit, sweeping and swirling the
combination of their juices around her insides.

"Ooohhhh, Paul!" Penny cried with delight.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Monday afternoon turned into a big frustration for Charles P. 
Kingston.  His wife had returned from her trip and kept calling
him to see if he had heard from Penny and Steve.  When he
explained that he hadn't, she complained each time that he was
neglecting the children.  Then at two o'clock he received a
collect call from Puerto Rico.  It was Steve calling to inform
his father that he was about to get married.  There was a pause,
as Steve waited for his father to explode with rage and
criticism, and his father searched for something to say.  The
news hardly disturbed the elder Kingston at all, even when Steve
asked him to wire money.  But by the time Steve put Liz on the
phone, his father was over the initial shock and welcomed her to
the family with all his blessings, which suddenly seemed to be
the thing to say, though he had never met the girl.

But within the same hour he received a call from Las Vegas, and
was completely shaken by his daughter's announcement that she too
had eloped.  He felt as though his whole world had suddenly
crumbled in around him.  Paul Lagarde's voice infuriated him, but
he covered his hatred and wished them happiness.  His conscience
wouldn't let him do otherwise, for far I would be exposed.

Penny got back on the phone and talked father for a while,
surprised to hear that Steve had also decided to get married at
the very same time.  She could detect the despair in his voice
and knew the reason for it.

"Now, Daddy, I don't want you to feel upset or depressed by
what's happened.  Paul and I are going to spend a week here in
Las Vegas and then fly to Hawaii for two weeks.  But as soon as
we get back, I want you to plan on spending the next weekend with
us at Paul's house up in the Thousand Islands.  I promise you'll
have a fantastic time there.  It straightened out your son and
daughter, and I just know it will help you immensely."

When Penny put the receiver down she looked up into the surprised
but grinning face of her new husband.

"Penny," Paul said, shaking his head in disbelief, "you
absolutely fracture me.  In one breath you tell me I have to sell
the island and do away with all my interests in sex education,
and in the next breath you invite your father to spend a weekend
at my 'terrible' island."

"Wellll," Penny smiled sheepishly, "it will take a little time to
dismiss everyone and make arrangements for the sale, so my father
might as well enjoy a weekend there."

"You're too much, Penelope."

"When I heard that all" those little children were paying off
debts that their parents owed you, was furious.  I hated you for
making innocent children do the things they were doing, until I
saw, "

"Until you saw what?" Paul teased her.  "Until you saw that when
they were left alone-just as I had explained-they discovered
their own sex games? That the children played sex games without
being taught?"

"Yes," Penny admitted sheepishly.

"And didn't you find that everyone on the island was there of his
or her own free will? Doing only what they wanted to do?"

"Yes, but one thing still puzzles me."

"Please, Penny, no more questions.  We're supposed to be on our
honeymoon, and I want you."

"First answer just one last question," she said firmly, but
allowing him to pull her back onto the bed.  "All those wealthy,
important, powerful people that you invited, and the young,
struggling actors and actresses, wasn't there a terrible risk of
someone possibly blackmailing the guests?"

"Not really," Paul said, pulling off her robe and bringing her
naked body down on top of his.  "In my vault I have enough
evidence on each and every person on the island.  That was the
only thing necessary to insure closed mouths.  Plus the fact that
if any of the young people got too ambitious they knew they'd
never get work again-anywhere!"

Paul's hind slid down Penny's smooth back, down to her firm ass
and he pressed, causing his stiff cock to force its way closed
legs.  She was teasing him, he realized.  Holding out already! he
said under his breath.

"And do you have something in your vault me?" she asked coyly.

"You promised you wouldn't ask any more questions," Paul said as
his hands pulled her asscheeks apart in an attempt to get her to
open her legs.

"But I want to know if you have something in your vault on me.  I
have to know before we can go any further," she said, giggling as
he tried unsuccessfully to force her legs open.  "I want to know
if you took pictures of me while I was your guest."

"Don't be silly," he answered, trying to capture her mouth with
his to put an end to all the talk.

"Then answer my question," she insisted, lifting her head away
from his and squeezing her legs tighter, capturing his throbbing
cock in a vise-like grip so he couldn't move it.

"No! I didn't have to get any evidence-certainly not pictures-on
you," he said with a sigh of defeat, "or Steve, either.  You both
come from a wealthy, prominent family.  If, for some crazy
reason, either of you did want to blackmail anyone, I would have
dealt with the matter when it happened."

Penny grinned at him, hesitated a moment as she considered
teasing him further, but decided against it.  In one quick move
she slid back to his cock and gave him a tantalizing smile as she
kissed the pulsing knob.  A tight-lipped kiss.  Then her tongue
danced down and around the thick meat-teasing him with its
delightful sensations, while her wide eyes sparkled with devilish
delight, daring him to make a move as she tantalized his longing
cock with her teasing mouth.

Paul grabbed her by the hair, quickly wrestled her over on her
back and got between her legs.  Then he placed his huge spear at
the entrance to her weeping cunt.

"Cunt-teasing I don't mind," he said between clenched teeth, "but
I won't stand for cock-teasing."

Penny felt the blunt head force its way into her burning cunt. 
The full length and width of it sweeping into the depths of her
body made her suddenly very willing to accept his terms.

The End


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