"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 banging 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.
Ten minutes later-fifteen at the most-Paul was back on the concrete sidewalk. He had spent a dollar a minute for the lesson, it struck him, but it was worth every cent. An enlightened young man walked to the subway with a whole new concept of life. Plus a healthy respect for the opposite sex which until now he had considered merely something that got in a man's way as he struggled to get rich.
For the next few months Paul concentrated all his energies on girls. He spent as much time as he could with the girls in the office, the girls in his neighborhood, and any female anywhere, who would talk to him, learning as much as possible about these creatures that possessed a secret that drove men to destruction. Or in his case-fame. And every cent he could manage was spent on lessons with prostitutes, from whom, he quickly discovered, there was much to learn.
Men can be led around by the cock, like a dog on a leash, he concluded.
Slippery, wet lips kissed sparks into his powerful rod. Something new! he discovered as the young girl breathed hot, tantalizing air on the head of his swollen cock. His eyes grew wide with amazement as her pouty-red lips and suck-hollowed cheeks closed in on the dripping eye of his prick. Then her elastic lips stretched over the puffing head, giving him mind-shattering sensations.
The warm, wet insides of her mouth felt delicious and mouth-watering on his pulsing pole of flesh. But her tongue was more than he could bear, milking as it was on the sensitive shaft, sucking at it, drawing the come from his balls into the depths of her throat. And he didn't overlook the effect of watching her face, with its longing glances and delighted expressions, sucking the syrup with great pleasure. For a while he thought this was all a man needed in the way of sex-a girl sucking his cock should satisfy him completely. But there was always something new to explore; someplace else to ram that sensitive stick. And if the struggle was difficult, it made the experience more exciting, as he discovered when he tried to force the blunt, mushroom head of his prick into the little opening of a girl's ass. Too tight, she tried to tell him, but he had to find out for himself. He had her kneel on all fours, then spread the balls of her ass apart with the palms of his hands and poked his knob at the unwilling sot.