"How long has it been since you've had a man?" Paul asked when she completed the turn.
"Over a month," Roni gasped, a twitching sensation between her legs at the thought. Just the prospect of possibly filling that cavity with the cock of her teacher sent a fresh flow of girl-flux oozing down her legs. She didn't touch the drink she was holding until Paul looked away. But then she emptied the glass in one quick swallow.
There was a moment of indecision while Paul considered what it was that he wanted. If anything. He was tempted to end the performance and send the girl back to her friends, but decided to take a moment to feel her shapely body before sending her away. He signaled for her to step closer, which she did quickly. Then he ran his hands from her shoulders down to her pear-shaped tits, feeling the shapes, weighing them in his hands, squeezing them gently. Still keeping one tit in a firm grip with his left hand, he ran his right hand down her flat stomach, combed his fingers through the tangled black patch of hair and slid his hand between her legs.
Roni released the deep breath she was holding and swayed from the building fury that was coming to a climax inside her. Should she dare let herself go, she wondered. Come on his hand?
The thought was overpowering. Come! the word rang in her head. Come… come… COME! And she gushed with juices from her head to her cunt, squeezing her legs together to trap his hand, while she grabbed the hand squeezing her tit to prevent it from leaving.
"Let's see how you suck it," Paul announced. And Roni went weak in the knees.
Being required to kneel at this time was a stroke of luck, she told herself, as she opened Paul's pants and pulled them down to his ankles. Couldn't do anything else without fainting, she decided. Then her eyes fixed on the dangling pendulum. "Oh, Mr. Lagarde," she sighed, wide-eyed and thrilled at what she saw.
Paul's long, fat, spear-headed muscle was firming up, but not hard enough to rise. He grinned at her childlike amazement. Too anxious, he thought when she grabbed it and immediately sipped the knob into her mouth.
"Mmmmm… I love it… I love it," Roni cooed between sucks and licks. And the rising prong drove her into a wilder frenzy. She couldn't get enough of it. Wanted all of it in her mouth so she could swallow and have it slide all the way down her throat.
But for Paul, the urgency and the desire just wasn't there. Her thick lips swooping over his cock brought it to a standing position, without stirring that necessary hunger in him to want satisfaction. Watching her tongue slither hungrily over his cock and balls had about the same effect as a warm bath, he decided. Yet the girl seemed to be going out of her mind with enjoyment, so he allowed her to continue.
Roni hungrily devoured the salty male flesh that she wanted so badly, licking, sucking and chewing on it with growing urgency burning at the walls of her cunt. She tried to put out the fire between her legs by attacking the cock with her mouth, but the flames grew hotter. Then she ran her tongue over his wrinkled prunes and back to his asshole. There was a hint of encouragement from Paul when she touched it with her tongue, so she snaked into the opening in one deep plunge. Anything to make him happy. And when she withdrew her tongue from the heat of his body Paul grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back to the spot. In an attempt to please him, she reamed the opening with her twisting, darting tongue. She was determined to have the big poker nestled in her longing cunt and if tonguing his asshole was the way to get it, she'd swoop out his insides, if it was necessary.
"That's enough," Paul said. "Now bend over that chair."
Roni thought the time had come. She stumbled to the arm of the chair, bent over to lift her ass high in the air, expecting the feel of his throbbing meat to burn into drooling sex. But instead his fingers spread the cheeks of her ass apart and she suddenly felt his wet tongue lick at her buttonhole.
"Ooooowwwww," she screeched breathlessly never expecting that. The next minute his blunt instrument was forcing its way into the small opening. The whole thing came as a shock to her. It was boring up her insides, stinging, hurting, burning the walls of the tight channel. But she found herself bracing for the forceful plunge and actually pressing back on it for more.
The girl had managed to take Paul's mind off everything else, he realized. She simply enjoyed everything that was happening. The excitement was building in him from the realization that he couldn't discourage her. Pain didn't dampen her enthusiasm. Even when he pushed harder and faster, trying to make her cry with pain. But she met the rape of her asshole with a counterattack on his sword. Still he knew it hurt her. He could hear the muffled cries in her throat.
For the moment Paul was satisfied with the penetration and the feeling his throbbing meat experienced in the fight walls of her ass opening. Every muscle in that sleeve was squeezing his cock, trying to eject it. But he wasn't satisfied. He needed something more exciting to set him off. And only the knowledge of the pain she was experiencing seemed to tantalize him. He pressed harder, withdrew a little, then drove it back, harder and deeper. Always listening for a cry, a sound of anguish. But the only sounds were deep in her throat. Harder and harder he pumped the piston into her ass, spreading her cheeks farther apart with his hands and watching his white meat drive in and out of her black body. Watching the small ring of her anus squeezing his cock began to build the necessary spark in his balls.
"Ooohhhhh… man… I can't take no more," Roni finally cried and Paul was immediately at the peak of excitement. One fast, pull and his cock popped out of its prison, causing Roni to scream from the suddenness. Then, without pausing, Paul shoved the spear into her unsuspecting cunt, driving it all the way in with a powerful plunge.
"Oooohhhhh," Roni cried again in pain. Then her voice tapered off to more relaxed sound.
"Mmmmmmm… oh, yeah."
Paul let his cock feel the warm, mushy walls of her insides: the yielding, sucking chamber that accepted his full length and width with a longing for more. Roni was already reaching a climax when Paul's first shot of come splashed up the walls of her flaming cunt. She rode the stick harder, faster and more frantic now, spurred on by each blast from the spitting head.
"Ohhhhhh… Oooowwww… Mmmmmmmm," she moaned.
"Ahhhh… mmmmm," Paul uttered his first sound of pleasure. "Mmmmmm… mmmmm."
Roni watched over her shoulder as Paul withdrew his mighty muscle. She watched his face for a sign of approval, wanting desperately to have pleased him. He smiled-and it was as good as an orgasm to her.
CHAPTER TEN
Penny didn't think about Paul and his island for the next two weeks. She was absorbed in her job, shopping and rearranging her Manhattan apartment. Her brother was completely absorbed in his romance with Liz and she didn't see or hear from him at all since the night she returned from the trip. But she did get news about Steve every time she called home; the word from her mother was that Steve was "serious" about some new girl. And Penny didn't offer any information to clarify the identity of the new attraction.
Sex had taken on an entirely new image for her now. It was no longer necessary to search for a stud who could impress her with a unique experience. No more bouncing from one stud to another, hoping to find that new thrill that would satisfy her craving. No more searching for… whatever it was she was searching for, she admitted… a golden cock or something. She had discovered that Paul was right about prolonging the desire for sex and she was determined to hold off satisfying her cravings until the itch was unbearable. Then exploded with mind-shattering gratification when she finally did open her legs. There was little chance of disappointment with this system, she noted, because the cock would be everything-the man attached to it was of little consequence.
Meanwhile, two weeks passed without having that empty feeling between her legs, and when she did find herself thinking about filling the gap, the memory of Steve's last plunge seemed to satisfy her. But going into the third week, her attention began to settle on the effect her new personality was having on others. She was getting the greatest pleasure out of the frustration she was imposing on her male acquaintances. A big tease, she finally labeled herself one night, as she was leading a good-looking young man at a cocktail party to believe he had it made. Then she rejected him at her front door.