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 gameroom 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 noted 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.