Finally Steve brought the tip of his tongue to the hot little bud and wet it with the saliva from his drooling mouth. He licked it, sucked it, and licked some more. Then he carefully pressed the tip of it into the hot tunnel. Adrian cooed and wiggled. He pressed his tongue deeper and deeper, while she wiggled harder and harder on his face.
"Ooooowwww," she cooed happily, bouncing up and down on his face to drive the serpent in and out of her ass. "Oooowwww."
She had the full length of Steve's tongue up her ass and was enjoying every inch of it. Then with one quick move, she rose high, popping his tongue out, and let out a sigh of pleasure. She lowered herself again, waited for his tongue to snake up her insides and again rose to pop it out, giving a cry of delight at the sensation it caused. Again she lowered her buttonhole on his tongue and again made it pop out.
Steve, wasn't aware of anything else in the room. Adrian's legs were pressed tight against his head, muffling every sound but the sucking noise his tongue made when it popped out of her body. He decided to open his eyes once to watch her body squirm over his head and suddenly saw a pretty blonde girl grinning at him through Adrian's legs.
"That's enough," the girl whispered to Adrian, when she saw Steve's expression turn to a startled, embarrassed stare. "Come on," she said, lifting Adrian off the bed and carrying her back to Penny's room.
Adrian was protesting, but softly. The girl didn't seem to pay any attention to her, though, and deposited her in Penny's room. She closed the door with Adrian on the other side. Steve caught a glimpse of the little girl's crying face before he focused his attention on the pretty blonde. She was about twenty, he figured, and much more his type of plaything than Adrian.
"Hi," she said, smiling at him. "I'm Susan."
"Hi, I'm Steve."
"I know all about you," she cut him short. "I'm here to see that you enjoy your stay."
Steve stared wide-eyed at her as she crossed the room to the bed again, slipping out of the toga as she seemed to float toward him. His eyes devoured her naked, fully developed body and was pleased to note that she had the familiar triangle of hair between her legs. Adrian would have been more fun if she had that little patch of fur that tantalized him with the thought of what it hid. He only regretted that Susan had caught him with Adrian. But her sensuous curves, with those fully ripened melons bouncing toward him, took his mind off the embarrassment of what he had been doing.
"The first thing we have to take care of," she sighed, climbing on the bed with him, "is that burning sensation between your legs."
"Who sent you here?" Steve gulped, not believing his eyes and ears.
"Mr. Lagarde suggested you should have someone to keep you amused," she said in a low, sexy voice. "And Liz chose me for the job."
"Liz!" Steve gasped.
"Of course. She doesn't want you to be lonesome, and it gets terribly cold up here at night." As she spoke, Susan carefully straddled Steve's legs, took his stiff cock in one hand and guided it into the triangle of hair between her legs. "So she felt you might need some body heat to keep you warm. After all, Liz is in love with you."
Steve couldn't do or say anything. He just gulped in amazement as the girl knelt over him and brushed the head of his cock through the soft, fluffy hairs of her sex. Then she placed the tip of it at the lips of her cunt and slowly impaled herself on his stiff spear. He watched her close her eyes as his cock entered the hot, moist cavity, lowering herself gently onto his pulsing, flexing muscle. She would have taken his juices just sitting there rocking back and forth, but he reached up and gently pulled her down to his chest. Their open mouths met and his hands slid over her back, her twitching buttocks and into the crack of her ass.
"Come, baby," she whispered in his ear. "Come in me, Steve, give it to me."
And Steve gave it to her. Instantly. He blew his come in one uncontrollable blast. Not that he didn't want to hold off for a while to enjoy the feel of her body, but when she said "come", he couldn't stop it.
CHAPTER TWELVE
For Steve, the weekend was one seduction after another. Everywhere they went, girls were pawing at him for the opportunity to play with his stick. And Liz encouraged the girls, as well as Steve, to have a go at it. Saturday morning, after breakfast, he had the opportunity of trying the trick in the pool. But unlike Mr. Jenkins, Steve was hot in the balls from the time the game was suggested. By the time the girl went down on his cock and the two others pressed her underwater, he was on the brink of exploding. The whole idea was too sensational for him and he blasted his come into the girl's mouth so soon after her dive that she didn't lose a drop of it and came to the surface with air to spare.
The real enjoyment for Penny was watching her brother experience the surprises that met them at every turn. His excitement and delight was also entertaining to Paul and Liz. Soon the three of them were calling Steve's attention to all the unusual scenes that were going on – things that they had taken for granted, but were enjoying again through Steve's excitement.
"I wish I was twenty-two again," Paul said with a sigh of regret. "Ahh, to have the stamina and strength to perform like a young stud again."
"You'll have us thinking you're over the hill," Steve joked.
"As you get older, the events are fewer, but you make them last longer," Paul said with a laugh at his philosophical speech. "Instead of three quick shots, you have one long one."
"How long?" Penny asked enthusiastically.
"Well, some of the old men up here last so long they forget to pull the ripcord – and you know how depressing that can be."
The jovial atmosphere didn't prevent Steve from getting another erection though. Liz suggested they take him to see the gym. At first glance, the room looked rather ordinary. It had the usual paraphernalia of a good-size gymnasium, and people were scattered around the room, using the various exercising equipment. But here and there – as Steve had expected – couples were engaged in various forms of sexual exercise. The floor mats along the walls seemed to be the most active areas for the sex games. However, he noticed two young men playing their specialty over one of the horses. While one straddled the leather horse, his companion brought up the rear and gave him a wild ride. There was a group on the parallel bars that caught Steve's attention. A male guest was stretched out on the bars, doing pushups – his cock stabbing the cunt of a pretty girl who was stretched out below him, while another girl stood precariously over him, bent at the waist, with her mouth buried in the crack of his ass.
But after Steve's eyes took in the obvious, he noticed a group of girls in the far corner of the room pulling on ropes that were attached to large wicker baskets. Closer examination revealed that the baskets were being raised and lowered onto men lying below them on the mats.
"I thought you'd like the basket-balling game," Liz teased him.
"What is it?" Penny asked, before Steve could raise the same question.
"There's a hole cut in the bottom of the basket," Paul took over the explanation. "A girl is placed in the basket, sitting with her derriere sticking out the hole. The gentleman rests comfortably on the mat and the other girls raise and lower the basket."
Liz was already pulling Steve in that direction, so Paul decided to let them see for themselves how it worked. They watched with amazement as Liz stripped Steve's pants off and forced him into position under one of the baskets. Then she stepped out of the way and signaled the girls holding the ropes to lower away.