As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, Penny began to make out the details in the shadows between the girl's spread legs; the small opening between those perfectly matched globes of flesh, the pink lips of her vagina-pulsing slightly and getting damp. Penny found herself reaching up to feel the firm ass, running her finger down the crack and poking it into the tight tunnel. Liz must have liked that, she thought, because the girl was sucking harder and faster now. And Penny watched her own finger slither into the opening and disappear in the squeezing sleeve. She eased it out and reached up with both hands to bring the girl down to her mouth.
Now she sucked and squeezed ass-flesh and dug a burning finger into a sucking asshole. It didn't bother her at all, she realized. It wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. And when Liz snaked out her tongue, Penny countered with her own tongue. Both girls felt the excitement increase. Penny circled the gasping cunt with the tip of her tongue. Slowly at first, then faster and faster. Liz went wild. Then Liz repeated the sensation at the door to Penny's passionate cove. That was all she needed-her-orgasm began to erupt. They both drove their tongues into the velvet soft sleeves and let the rest take care of itself, as they squeezed out furious relief on snaking tongues.
"Oh, Penny," Liz sighed, turning herself around so they were face to face again. "You don't know how much I needed that."
"Mmmmmm, me too," Penny sighed back at her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was a little after nine in the morning when Penny awoke, finding Liz still nestled in her arms. The twins hadn't returned and she wondered if they were all right. She allowed herself a few moments to look at the girl in her arms before stirring to get up. The naked girl was warm and soft against her own naked body, and she found herself admiring the firm, well-turned form again. Then those big brown eyes opened and the girls smiled at each other.
"Mmmmmmmm… I feel wonderful," Liz cooed.
"Do you think it's a good idea to let anyone see you in here?" Penny asked with concern.
"No!" Liz answered, springing to a sitting position, fully awakened by the thought. "I'd better go see you later." She rushed off, barely pulling her toga in place as she opened the door.
In the shower Penny tried to straighten out her thoughts on all that had happened to her over the weekend. Last night she was positive the affair with Liz would bother her conscience. Give her guilt feelings the next morning. But for some reason she didn't seem to have any feeling at all about it. Other than it was an enjoyable release. And satisfied that she brought Liz to a climax too.
It was over and she didn't regret it at all. Which surprised her.
When she joined Paul for breakfast she discovered they were leaving the island before noon and that most of the guests had already gone. She hadn't discussed the plans with Paul, but assumed weekend trips would last through Sunday evening.
"Never overextend a good thing," Paul explained. "By tomorrow everyone will be thinking of the good time they had and begin building an appetite for another trip. If everyone stayed an extra day it would become too much of a chore finding new experiences and they would get bored."
"All right," Penny said with a smile of acceptance. "But I'd like to ask you a personal question about your weekend."
"I can guess what it is," Paul said with a grin.
"Well? What's the answer? What did you do to entertain yourself?"
"I spent the weekend with a very beautiful, charming girl," he said softly. "But other than our expression of wild passion on Friday night?had no sexual experiences."
"You mean to say…?"
"It may be hard to believe, but the host doesn't necessarily have to play the games he helps his guests to enjoy."
That thought plagued Penny throughout the flight back to the Long Island Sound. Several times she was tempted to press the issue, but always managed to talk herself out of it. Paul Lagarde was a very unusual man, she admitted. Maybe a bullshit artist, but perhaps a challenge worth exploring. A little mystery adds spice to your life, she reflected.
But there wasn't any mystery about what was making Liz so anxious. The minute the two of them were alone, Liz quickly whispered, "Don't forget about your brother. Be sure to have him call me."
It wasn't until Penny was in her own room that the effects of the weekend began to settle heavy on her mind. The room reminded her that just a week ago she was stretched out on the lounge in this very room, coaxing a flame into her own empty cove. Then Steve filled it for her, satisfying her momentarily with his thick meat buried in her yielding cunt, filling her body with its throbbing presence. And down the hall, in the bathroom, she had experienced the most satisfying seduction of all. The forbidden dream come to life-her father's cock in her cunt.
Just as she was slipping out of her dress, the door opened and Steve poked his head into the room.
"Got a second, Pen?" he asked before entering.
"Sure," she answered, suddenly aware that she was glad to see her brother.
"How was your weekend?" he asked politely, but she could tell he had something else on his mind.
"Oh… not bad, I guess," she replied.
It was Steve's wide eyes that brought her to the realization that she was standing in just her bra and panties. He swallowed hard and she couldn't help but laugh.
"Don't tell me you've got your Sunday hots again," she teased.
"Not 'til now," he moaned, as if in pain. "But you sure as hell have a way of bringing it on."
"I'll put on a robe if it bothers you," she offered.
"I just wanted to know if you saw Elizabeth," he went on, ignoring her suggestion.
"As a matter of fact I did. And I also arranged for her to at least give you a chance. Sorta on a trial basis. She's willing to go out with you once anyway."
Steve didn't seem to notice her teasing comments. His eyes were fascinated by what he couldn't see under her scanty panties. He watched the round globes of her ass move, tantalizing his mind with the slow, bouncing motion, as she walked to the closet. Her breasts strained to pop out of the confinement of the bra, when she reached up for her robe.
"How about a quickie?" he asked in almost a pleading voice.
"I'm on a self-imposed diet," she sighed, turning to face him. "No male meat."
"Is anything wrong?"
"No. I was told it does wonders for you."
"Sounds crazy to me," he said, juggling the stiffness in his pants to a more comfortable position.
Penny saw the move her brother made, watched the bulge shift in his pants, and saw the hungry look in his eyes.
"Who am I kiddin'?" she said with a laugh, reaching back to undo her bra. "Your place or mine?"
"I'll never make the trip back to my place," Steve answered, already pulling off his shirt.
Penny jumped on the bed, bouncing on her knees and watching her brother struggle anxiously out of his clothes. And Steve was staring right back, watching her bouncing breasts, anticipating the feel of quivering nipples that would soon be his. He struggled quickly out of his clothes, hands trembling, going limp and breathless for her now. Then he saw the eager expression of her face as his prick planked out from his shorts in full ripe view, her hot-tranced eyes fixed hypnotically on the fat and fruity knob that would be charging at her in a minute. The fumbling finally ended and he was out of his clothes, making a dash for the bed and what was under those brief panties.
"Not so fast, big brother. I want more than just a fast fuck," she screeched, bouncing out of his reach and laughing. "I want you to show off that big prick of yours."