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.