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.
"Mmmminm… " he sighed. "You're too beautiful, Penny."
"You're just prejudiced," she said, licking his come from her lips.