"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 hangup. 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 downstroke 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 T neighbors' party. However, they were 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 k 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 beautifuclass="underline" 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 side 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.