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.