They left the pool and strolled through the house. Penny's eyes caught glimpses of sex acts in every direction, but she was determined not to think about them. Not let them bother her. But she couldn't help herself. Especially when they came upon a wealthy stockbroker she knew from Long Island, bent over the back of a chair while one of the young studs stood behind him, boring his male muscle into the broker's anus. That fascinated her, for some reason, and she stopped to watch.
The broker was about thirty, she guessed. And he was standing behind the chair, bent at the waist over the back of it and just as relaxed as though nothing was happening. His pants were in a heap around his ankles and he was still wearing a sweater. The young stud was blond and on the thin side. He was taking great pleasure in the task at hand. Just in the brief moment Penny had stopped to watch, he had inserted his knobby head into the opening several times, only to withdraw it and start over – as if wanting just the right position. He also took delight in looking at the small opening – spreading the man's ass-flesh apart and staring at the buttonhole target. Penny thought she detected saliva oozing from the corners of his mouth.
"Would you like a drink?" Paul asked, interrupting her concentration.
"Er… fine… Yes, I'll have another Bloody Mary."
As Paul crossed the living room for the drinks, Penny quickly searched for an inconspicuous place where she could watch the men without being obvious. They hadn't noticed her so far and she didn't want to be caught staring. An armchair, just a few feet away, was perfect. It was facing out toward the living room and all she had to do was position herself on the right side of it, resting an elbow on the armrest and she could see everything without appearing to stare.
Nice legs, Penny said to herself as she focused her attention on the broker again. Shapely and clean shaven. His buttocks were firm, round balls of white meat, she noted – almost looks like a woman from the waist down. His partner on the other hand, was too thin and bony.
As soon as she saw Paul start back with her drink, she casually shifted her eyes to a distant wall and pretended to be in deep thought. She had that guilty feeling again, but decided not to pay any attention to it. At least not here. No one else seems to pay attention to each other's sexual behavior, she rationalized. Not once had she heard a criticism about a sex act. Those who didn't like a certain scene simply moved on in silence.
"Several people are leaving," Paul said as he handed her the drink, "and I have to see them off."
"That's all right," Penny responded, giving Paul a big smile to show she was in a better mood. And finding courage, mixed with daring, she added, "I'll just watch the gay ones over there."
Paul glanced at the two men she referred to and gave her a smile. "I'll only be gone a few minutes," he reassured her and walked off.
It was the first time Penny could remember the two of them not acting like cat and mouse; with one on the defensive and the other playing the lead. She decided Paul was not such a bad guy after all. Maybe if he wasn't so short and so much older, she thought, as she watched him cross the room, she might even be able to fall for him.
"Stop teasing and get on with it," she heard the broker say, bringing her attention back to the scene in the corner.
The look on the stud's face gave Penny the impression he was at the peak of excitement and never wanted to come down. His eyes focused in a dazed stare at the stabbing head of his cock, and a stream of saliva was drooling from the corner of his mouth, down to his chin.
But he obeyed the command and sheathed his long sword. For a moment Penny thought he was going to faint from the thrill of it. Instead, he leaned forward, pressing his chest onto his lover's back, and wrapped his arms around him. When the broker took a step back, away from the chair, Penny could see that the stud had a firm grip on his cock with both hands. And the broker had that delirious look on his face too. They remained locked together, swaying back and forth until Penny noticed a wild look coming over the face of the stud. His cock was exploding its lava, she thought, and found herself breathing a little heavier. He was straining, hugging, squeezing, and completely lost to the sensation around his cock. It must have been mutual, she decided, as the broker's cock, with its mushroom-shaped head protruding from the stud's hands, shot a glob of white syrup that splattered on the back of the chair.
Penny's own hands were clenched in tight fists, and she could almost feel the throbbing cock in them. Then she felt the jerk and recoil as it fired again and again. The two men remained coupled long after their discharges were over. Penny's interest began to drift. She wondered why most of the men who had passed the scene turned their heads and ignored it. Perhaps they felt repulsed, just as she had been with Brenda's act, she decided, as the stud's limp cock slipped out of its sheath and the two men separated. The broker pulled up his pants and the pair strolled off toward the bar.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Once Penny stopped being critical and accepted the fact that she was a guest at an orgy, the time slipped away quickly and pleasantly. Paul was with her the entire day, leaving her only for brief farewells, to prominent guests. They had lunch in the large dining room, with the other guests, but dined alone in the same small, private room. It wasn't until it was time to retire that Penny found herself thinking about the pleasure of going to bed with a man. But it became apparent that Paul had no intention of filling that wish. He walked her back to her room, gave her a breathtaking kiss, and left.
She found herself alone in the room. The absence of the twins puzzled her, but she preferred to think they were tucked away in the nursery, sleeping like normal children. It was late, she realized, and she was weary from being on the go all day. She went through the motions of getting ready for bed; filling the bath while she brushed her hair at the mirror and analyzed the image looking back at her. The running water drowned out any other noise and she was suddenly startled when she caught something out of the corner of her eye moving at the door. Her head jerked around and she saw the dark, handsome stud standing in the doorway. He was smiling at her and those sexy eyes danced with delight.
"Russ," she found herself saying, "I hate to be a bitch, but I'd prefer being alone…"
"Perhaps it's better this way," he said seriously. "The mind is willing, but the flesh is still pretty weak. And I'd hate to disappoint you. I've been uptight all day thinking about it."
Penny smiled at his honesty and watched him leave. She wondered about Paul then. Was he testing her? Or didn't he care? A very difficult man to figure out, she concluded as she stepped into the bath. And why is it so important to understand him? That bothered her more than anything.
The warmth of the water sent delicious tingles through her body. Especially as it licked at her sex before she lowered herself completely. Then it slithered over her body in a blanket of warmth and security, driving out all her tensions and relaxing the tired muscles.
She couldn't avoid looking at herself. Everywhere she looked there were mirrors. Being alone like this was disturbing, because she found herself being too critical of her body. Being a tall blonde was fine. That much she liked. But the rising breasts didn't rise far enough – in her opinion. Then again, her hips seemed a little too full, she thought. And while men seemed to be wild about her long, shapely legs, to her they were just a little too heavy.
In an attempt to stop thinking about her imperfections, she began soaping herself down and found her body responding to the touch of her fingers. When she soaped her breasts, the nipples popped up hard and quivering; as she moved down her stomach, little tingles of anticipation stirred between her legs. She began to wonder if she had done the right thing by sending Russ away. Having a man now would be the perfect ending to the day.