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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-a