"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 he 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 inst 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.
"I like this one best," Liz whispered to Penny. "It's sorta impersonal, since he can't see the girl, and I don't feel so jealous that way."
"If you two are serious, why do you encourage him to ball with other girls?" Penny whispered back Liz shrugged her shoulders and sighed, "To get it out of his system, I guess."
At this point a young man came over and applied a lubricant to the girl's ass, while one of the girls did the same to Steve's standing spear. She caressed and stroked the tumescent male muscle with a show of approval and desire, lingering longer than they thought was necessary. But Penny also noted the male working overzealously at his chore too, greasing the girl's tunnel with sensuous, twisting probes of his finger his toga stood out straight in front from the erection the chore had given him.
Finally the basket was lowered and Steve had to aim his lance at the small, target between the protruding globes of flesh. They could see his blunt head enter the buttonhole and watched it disappear into the depths of her body. Then the girls gently raised and lowered the basket on the piston, pumping it in and out of the tight sleeve.
Steve folded his arms under his head and grinned up at them as the balls of flesh slid up and down his cock. But the grin soon disappeared as the urgent need to spend his sperm became acute. It suddenly occurred to him that he had no control over the depth or length of each penetration. He grabbed at the basket, but couldn't get a grip on it. At this point he desperately wanted a long, deep penetration into the hot tunnel, to bury it there and spend his come. But the girls kept raising the basket, causing a postponement of his discharge until he had that feeling of total penetration.
In desperation, he began lifting his ass off the mat, in an attempt to keep his cock in the depths of the tunnel, but the girls lifted the basket even higher. He began to arch his back, lifting himself higher and higher to gain on the evasive sleeve and release the explosion that had his mind in a frenzy. It was all a waste, he kept telling himself, if he didn't come with a deep, lasting penetration. Just as he feared there was no hope of holding it back any longer, the basket was lowered all the way down and he came with satisfaction as the full weight rested on him. He had just what he wanted the burning flesh completely pressed into his groin.
That nagging, unbearable desire for her own male tenderloin was uppermost in Penny's mind again. Only the fact that she knew Liz was suffering from the same frustration, kept Penny from seducing the nearest man. She realized what Liz must be going through, watching the very cock she wanted most being wasted on a faceless form wasted in the crack of a bodiless ass.
There was a ray of hope when Paul suggested they all return to their rooms to freshen up before dinner. A chance to secure her brother's services, she thought as they parted. The long walk she and Steve made back to their rooms was an agonizing delay, for her overexcited body. She followed him anxiously into his room and blurted out, "You've gotta fuck me, Steve. You've just gotta."