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 now! 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 cunt-lips 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.