CHAPTER FOUR
Penny couldn't explain why she accepted Paul's invitation to spend the weekend on his island. Perhaps it was the mystery, or the intrigue that cloaked Paul Lagarde, she thought. But whatever it was, she found herself boarding his single engine seaplane on Friday afternoon at Sands Point, for the trip to the Thousand Islands. She was surprised, annoyed, and confused to find Liz on board. Certainly the "Great Lover' wasn't going to frustrate her again, she couldn't help thinking during the trip. Not another lesson in abstinence, she hoped. Not a whole weekend of unfulfilled desire, she prayed.
But as soon as they docked at the pier of his small island hideaway, Penny began to sense that her worst fears of a sexless weekend were going to be realized. A clutch of young, lovely girls met them as they stepped from the plane, fawning excitedly over Paul, as though he was a movie idol. Paul responded in a suave, good-natured manner, making it clear to everyone by his attentions, that Penny was his guest of honor. This gesture merely entitled her to some of the attention the girls were giving Paul. Something Penny would have gladly waived for an uninhabited island and the promise of a weekend alone with the host. And she made up her mind, as they walked the well manicured, tree-lined path up to the house, that she would make the best of the weekend and put Mr. Lagarde as far out of her mind as possible come Sunday night.
The house was a low, modern structure that appeared relatively small at first, but Penny quickly discovered on the inside that it sprawled out in many directions. The decor was obviously sex-oriented; from the paintings and statues to the wallpaper, furniture, and drapes (closer examination revealed the drapes contained murals of Roman orgies.) The house suggested sex, Penny noted, but. wasn't vulgar. However, she quickly lost interest in the decor as the girls that met them at the dock began taking off their coats. They were all wearing short, pastel-colored togas. It was obvious they didn't have anything on underneath. The slightest bend forward revealed glimpses of bare ass from the rear view and bare breasts from the front. And Penny found it difficult to take her eyes off the girls, with the constant flashes of flesh… until a handsome young man entered the hall, wearing a toga.
Penny eyed the tall, lean figure approvingly, thinking she may have judged the weekend too harshly. She guessed the blond, blue-eyed male to be in his early twenties. Then another male, of about the same age and build, entered. This one had a dark, olive complexion, with jet black hair and deep, dark eyes. She wondered if the men would also expose bare asses if they bent… answered almost immediately by a move one of the girls made. The girl probably didn't think anyone would notice in the confusion of welcoming home the "Master" and moved casually past the dark one, her hand "accidentally" brushing the hem of his toga. But Penny caught the momentary pause as she gripped his cock in her hand for a quick, affectionate squeeze before moving coquettishly on.
Well now, Penny thought, amused by the noticeable rising of a pole under the young man's toga. This is going to be an interesting weekend after all.
He was looking into her eyes and she thought she caught a wisp of a smile curl the corner of his mouth. There was no effort whatsoever to hide the obvious bulge. And by now several girls had spotted his "tent," giggled and nudged others to look. If Paul was aware of the incident-which Penny was sure he must have been-he didn't show any signs. Instead he instructed the young men to take Penny's things to her room and suggested Penny freshen up for cocktails.
It was Liz who led her through the halls, rooms, and various wings of the house to her bedroom, followed by the two young men. The dark-haired youth carried Penny's valise, while the one with blond hair carried her make-up case and sprang ahead to open doors for them. But the male escorts promptly disappeared as soon as Penny and her things were deposited in the room. Liz remained to see that she was comfortable.
Penny stood in the middle of the room, giving it the once-over. Perhaps she was too conscious of the obvious "sex scene" atmosphere, she thought. Mirrors everywhere. Her eye caught a lounge chair that had a built in bump for deeper penetration and she was still staring at it when Liz returned from the large bathroom, started to say something, then stopped and smiled at someone standing behind Penny.
"So there you are," Liz said with a warm smile. "Penny, I'd like you to meet the twins."
Penny turned to see two beautiful children standing in the doorway. A boy and girl, that she approximated to be about seven. They too were outfitted in short togas and sandals.
"Adrian and Alexander-this is Miss Kingston," Liz spoke the words softly. "You be sure to take very good care of her." Then turning to Penny added, "Anything you need, the children will get for you. See you in about an hour."
It came as a complete surprise to find that she was to have two little servants to wait on her. So she began the acquaintance by asking them questions about their age and what they liked to play, but quickly discovered the children bad been trained to be polite, courteous, and affectionate. Very affectionate!
In order to talk to the children without bending over, Penny had casually sat on the edge of the lounge, with her legs crossed. Adrian immediately climbed on her lap, hugged and kissed her, telling Penny how beautiful she was. Meanwhile, Alexander moved next to her and was trying to run his little hand up the middle of her legs, hampered only by the fact that they were crossed. At first the squirming little flat tickled, as he tried to get it between her legs. But his determination, and the thought of where he was trying to get his hand, began to stir a spark of excitement in Penny's cunt.
"Don't do that, Alexander," she said politely, brushing his hand away.
This was the first time she could remember ever being so impressed with youngsters. She had never taken the time, nor had the desire, to get involved. But now she found herself fascinated. Probably the fact that they're so beautiful, she thought. China dolls. A precious, matched pair. The only noticeable difference was Adrian's longer hair. Both had blue-black hair, cut in bangs that set off their gorgeous, round faces and large round eyes. Milan's hair was just longer in the back.
Alexander had obediently withdrew his hand from up Penny's skirt and climbed on the lounge beside her. He gave her a bug and kissed her cheek. They're so adorable, Penny said to herself, clutching Adrian to her breasts in a hug, her hand subconsciously massaging the firm, smooth balls of the girl's bare ass, and found herself drift into a warm, contented feeling as they all cuddled together.
At first she thought it was Adrian's hand massaging a tingle into her right tit, but discovered Alexander was at it again. Feeling her up… a regular dirty-old man, she thought, and found it too pleasing to brush his hind away.
Meanwhile, Adrian was whispering In her ear, "I love you… You're so beautiful… " causing Penny's head to swim with dizzy, sensual, warm thoughts. It wasn't until the girl reached back and guided Penny's fingers down the crevice of her ass that Penny realized she had been massaging the child's derriere. Then she was startled to find that Adrian was actually directing one of Penny's fingers into her rectum. With growing alarm, Penny started to tense up, about to put an end to this, when Adrian moaned contentedly in her ear; N "Mmmmmmmmmmm…
All at once Penny found herself all confused and mixed-up. She didn't know how to handle a situation like this. Shouldn't she set a good example for the children and make them stop, she wondered, as Adrian wiggled on her finger. She hated to criticize the children-not after all the nice things she had said. And besides, she rationalized, it's just a little, meaningless goose.
But while she was coping with that situation, Alexander was putting his genitals in her other hand. The mere touch of his small, soft penis sent a flush of juices flowing in her bunt. She could feel the dampness ooze out onto her panties and dampen her white slacks.