"Ooohhhh… Steve…" she cried. "It hurts so good."
"Mmmmmm…" he answered, lowering his drooling mouth onto a hard-nippled tit, sucking its delicious meat into his gulping mouth.
"Mmmmmm…" Penny groaned and sunk her teeth into his shoulder.
They kept their groins pressed tightly together, rotating and grinding more pleasure into each other's sex. Each enjoyed the taste of the other's body, as Steve licked at the captured tit and Penny sucked on his shoulder.
"Tell me about your weekend," Steve said when they finally parted.
"What would you like to know? I already let it slip that I didn't get laid."
"Yeah, but not everyone gets invited to Paul's private island and I want to know what it's like up there."
"Well, let's see… there's lots of pretty girls running around, naked and available at the snap of your finger. Studs too for the women guests."
"That's what I heard," Steve said, as he sat back on the bed, giving her all his attention and not hiding the fact that he was fascinated.
"And everywhere you look there are big name;: – politicians, actors, you name it, all fuckin' away. Men with men, women with women… every way you can imagine."
"I'd give my right arm to just see it once."
"But of course I didn't approve of the children."
"Children!" Steve gasped. "What were they doing?"
"What would you like? A little girl to suck on your pipe? A little boy's ass to play with?"
"Holy shit!" Steve gasped in disbelief. "Sounds impossible. Out of this world! Did you see anyone playing with the kids?"
"Not only saw it, but was manhandled by the most gorgeous twins – a boy and a girl – who were assigned to my room for whatever whim I might have."
"Shit! What'd you do?"
"Nothing. They were all over me before I could do anything. Kissed every inch of my body – front and back – and…"
"You've gotta get me an invitation, Penny. I have to see this place for myself."
"I didn't know you had a thing for kids."
"It's not that… I want to see it all. Find out for myself what it's like to just do any fuckin' thing that comes into my head."
"Well, call Liz and see if she can arrange for an invite… I doubt if I'll ever go back. Somehow all that sex seemed too wild."
"Then how come you came home with the hots? And the way you humped… it was like you'd been dying for it for years."
"All I ask for is a good stiff cock – not all the fancy stuff. And Paul saw to it that I didn't get any. That's why I went wild at the sight of yours."
Steve got up and started to pull on his pants. "Do you think it's too soon to call Liz?" he asked over his shoulder.
"Mmmmmmmm… maybe you should wait another five minutes," she cooed. "And while you're waiting – let me have another look at that shiny prick of yours."
Steve stopped abruptly, his pants not covering the fleshy white cheeks of his ass yet. He turned slowly and flashed his hanging muscle at her, pretending that was all she would get, just a quick glimpse of his male meat, as he struggled to hide it from her.
"Come over here, you rotten thing," Penny ordered.
Steve dropped his pants, stepped out of them, and walked to the bed. His sister's eyes never moved from the limp, swinging tube of flesh that dangled between his legs. Never before had he seen such hungry eyes before. He stopped at the edge of the bed and she rolled over to him, her back on the bed and her face under the head of his prong. The juices from both their bodies were drying on it, making it sticky and ripe.
Penny stuffed a pillow between her legs, squeezed it hard and fixed her eyes on the male organ. She licked a path from his balls to the tip, around the head and sucked it slowly into her mouth. It began to harden. She carefully licked it clean, covering every inch, watching it flex harder and harder before her eyes. Then when it stood at its fullest, she took it in both her hands and forced the spike into her mouth, releasing her orgasm on the soft pillow between her legs.
But as soon as Penny finished her grinding climax, she removed the mighty serpent from her mouth and began to move away.
"What's the idea?" Steve asked. Confused at her move.
"I'm finished," she announced. "Take it away."
"You fuckin' bitch!" He grabbed her by the hair, forced her lips apart by digging his thumbs into her cheeks, and sank his puffing shaft back into the warmth of her mouth. Deep into her throat he drove it, as far as it would go without choking her to death, and let his come spill out, watching it ooze from the corners of her mouth.
"Mmmmm…" she said when he finished, licking the cream from her lips. "Now wasn't that fun? Taking it by force, I mean?"
"Sometimes I can't figure you out," Steve answered, going back for his clothes.
CHAPTER NINE
For Paul Lagarde, the weekends on his island were no longer entertaining. For that matter, they never really were. Now, for the first time in his life, he had met someone who didn't fall madly in love with him, idolize him, and he felt himself slipping into the love trap.
He remembered a time, and not so very long ago, when he had absolutely nothing. A childhood of poverty. Then he thought of the years when he set out to make a name for himself, through hard work and determination – only to find failure at every turn. No time for girls in those days, when sex was an expensive luxury that would have to wait until he was established. But his failures began to take their toll, dampening his enthusiasm, crushing his determination.
Finally a day came when he sat back and took a fresh look at himself and the world around him. It was depressing. He had a weak educational background, had very few friends – none in a position to help his career – was only average in looks and build, and didn't have a vehicle, trade, or profession to get him to his goal – wealth.
There was one thing that seemed to nag him – every man he knew, young or old – rich or poor, always wanted to talk about sex. (A subject he was at least knowledgeable about.) And it was apparent that a person could harness this weakness in men to advantage. He had heard about salesmen hiring prostitutes to please a client and getting an order out of the whole thing. It was a subject that called for some thought, and he set out to educate himself. The first lesson almost made him a dropout. Right from the start he discovered that sex and money went hand in hand. No money – no sex! At least not for a guy with his average looks. Girls just didn't come knocking at his door – or, for that matter, when he did the knocking, there was no one home! But fifteen dollars on a street corner in Manhattan could make the world of difference…
Her name was Chicky. A gum-chewing, tough kid, with too much make-up and not enough clothes, who led him to a cheap hotel room and said, "Okay, sport, take 'em off."
"Look, this is my first… so take it easy," he gulped.
"I ain't got all night," she answered, stepping out of her flimsy dress. "That lump in your pants goes here," she said, sticking a finger into the matted triangle of hair between her legs.
Paul took off his clothes with his back turned to her and discovered when he turned that at least the sight of his cock impressed her.
"Sonofabitch!" she said with wide eyes and dropped jaw. "That fuckin' pole is gonna put me outa commission for the rest of the night."
"How much do you make in a night," Paul asked naively.
"Two bills – without sweat," she answered and went back to chewing on her gum.
That was more than he had ever made in a week, he thought to himself. The wheels began to spin in his head. Somewhere there was a chance for him to get in on this kind of action, but being a pimp wasn't what he had in mind.
The girl fell on the bed, spread her legs wide apart for him, while Paul stood there staring, making a point of observing as much as he could from this expensive lesson. The sight of naked breasts gave a man a warm, throbbing feeling in the cock, he noted. And the emptiness between her legs drew the stuff right out of his balls, up through his ballpoint pen. He had to move fast or the convulsions in his balls would put an end to the lesson without giving him his money's worth. A quick jab with the thick spear missed the target and Chicky grabbed the hot meat – almost triggering his exploding in her fist – and guided it into the warm, soft moistness of her body. One long stroke into the mushy tunnel was all it took to set off his cock and he came with a breathless urgency.