"Aaaahhhh…" the giant whale bellowed as the sensation of his prick entering the wall of warm water reached his brain. Donna's lips tightly gripped the base of the shaft. Warm water trickled out of the sides of her mouth and down his balls, while his cock was held suspended in water.
He came!
Shooting his come into a mouth of water was a sensation he'd never experienced before. And with each blast of cream, a stream of the warm liquid trickled down his balls to the crack of his ass, jerking his balls into a knot and making him fire again. And again. And again…
When they were finally alone in the hotel room, Donna talked Penny into sharing a shower with her. Penny was reluctant, but went along with the idea when Donna started making fun of her puritan upbringing. They were both naked anyway, Penny thought, so why not?
"You're all uptight, Penny," Donna said, as they stood facing each other with the needles of hot water on Penny's back. "I'm not queer or anything. Honest. It's just more fun for two people in a shower than it is alone. Shit, we used to have a ball in the dorm… oh, I forgot… the schools you went to had private baths."
"Okay, knock off the 'rich kid' crap."
"Sure, but you'll never be your own person if you insist on living with all those hangups."
They switched places and Penny started to soap herself down. "You seem to enjoy the work you're doing," she said, changing the subject.
"Not really. I enjoy balling with guys I like, but not with the customers."
"You could have fooled me, the way you worked on Fatty," Penny commented.
"Shit, I worked my ass off until he started that tongue treatment… and I don't have to tell you what that felt like. But other than that and the fact that it was a challenge getting that little pimple of his to work, I can think of other things I'd rather be doing."
"That's the trouble, sex is getting to be a bore."
"Don't tell Kate that. She met a Frenchman who's supposed to be out of this world."
"Please, not another 'Super Dick'. I'm tired of trying these studs who are supposed to be the living end. Usually they're egomaniacs who put on a show… and not even a good show."
"Turn around and I'll soap your back."
Reluctantly Penny turned, but didn't like the idea. It was either turn or get more criticism, so she turned. The feel of girl-fingers on her back gave Penny a chill, it was weird, she thought, how another girl's touch made her feel more feminine than ever. Not sexual, she kept telling herself. Just more feminine. Then Donna paused to lather up her hand again and Penny thought she was finished. She flushed pink all over when Donna's fingers came back, this time on her ass. The slow, dainty motions on her sensitive derriere activated the juices in her pussy and left her speechless. Donna's fingers didn't miss a spot, either. A soapy finger even popped into the tight opening and went in about the length of a knuckle.
"Now you soap me," Donna's voice broke the spell.
They changed places again and while Penny rinsed off the suds from her back she trembled all over, almost dropping the soap trying to lather her hand for Donna's back. She tried not to let Donna know that this whole thing was having an effect on her, but by the time she reached the bikini line, where the color of Donna's skin was so much whiter, she was sure her trembling hand was noticeable. She took a deep breath and tried to return the same gentle strokes she had received. This whole idea was making her lightheaded and dizzy, but she continued. Finally she reached the finger-in-the-buttonhole point, paused and entered… just up to the knuckle…
"Mmmmmm… shove it all the way up, Pen. I love having my ass invaded."
Penny followed her instructions and ran her soapy finger all the way up the dark tunnel, somewhat surprised how easy the soap made it to penetrate the tight opening. She twisted her finger and Donna squeezed it with the strong muscles there.
"Pop it out fast… mmmmmm, that's it… great! Now, wasn't that fun?" Donna asked, passing her again to rinse off.
Is that it, Penny wondered, as she watched Donna's pixie movements under the spray. Is that all? Nothing sexual, of course, but it's over just when it starts to be fun.
"I went to an all-girl school," Donna chatted as though it was nothing, "and we did this all the time. Front and back. Best thing for your nerves. Really relaxes you… especially if you can finish with an orgasm."
"I… I've never tried it… before."
"There's nothing like humping away with some guy you're really flipped over. But those guys are few and far between. And a man can get his jollies dry-humping in a crowded subway… so why shouldn't girls get their jollies?"
"Sounds like you're giving a speech for women's lib."
"Not really. But why not? Just as long as it's not trying to do away with men, I'll go along with it. How about you want your front soaped?"
"Why not?"
Donna smiled and took the soap. "You've got a great body, Penny. Don't let it go to waste through boredom. Talk to Kate Ryan about that Frenchman."
But by now Penny's thoughts were swimming with the sensation of slithering fingers on her breasts… then her own fingers on Donna's breast, hard nipples quivering in her palm… a gentle hand oozing between her legs, toying, teasing at her panting cunt-lips. Penny hesitated before delving into the mystery of Donna's bush. She'd never touched another girl there. She moved cautiously. But it was all a pleasant softness. The two girls probed each other with their fingers, while their free hands ran freely over the other's body, each having a dreamy orgasm.
On the way back to Donna's apartment, on New York's fashionable East Side, Penny began questioning her about Kate's friend.
"I really don't know that much about him," Donna admitted. "Kate talks about him all the time, but it confuses me. As I understand it, he's the greatest lover in town – but get this, Kate hasn't gone to bed with him yet!"
"Then how the hell does she know he's the best stud around?"
"Well, as I understand it, he doesn't just climb in the sack and slip it to you; he actually spends weeks preparing you for the act."
"Forget it!"
"I'm just telling you what Kate told me. However, after this training you're supposed to be conditioned to really enjoy sex for the rest of your life."
"Now I've heard everything."
"I really wish you had talked to Kate about this. There must be something to the whole thing, because I've met other girls who rave about him, too."
"What's his name?"
"Paul Lagarde. He's American, actually. They just call him 'the Frenchman' because of his reputation and name."
"Never heard of him. And I'm sure in my circle of friends the word would be out if the world's greatest lover was in town."
"Sure…" Donna dropped into silence, annoyed at Penny's attitude about the whole thing. It wasn't like she was trying to sell her something, Donna thought. Just trying to be helpful.
CHAPTER TWO
Penny stretched out naked on the lounge in her bedroom, trying to relax and forget her boredom. Her reflection in the mirrored wall across the room caught her attention and she smiled at the thought that some guy would go bananas looking up her legs, belly, and tits from that angle. Then, watching the mirror and imagining she was seeing the scene through the eyes of a man, she ran her long slender fingers around and over the fully developed breasts, tantalizing "him". Nipples quivered invitingly. One hand massaged the spark there into a flame while the index finger of her other hand traced a path down to the bush between her legs. She opened her legs wider, to give "him" a view of the passionate cunt that itched with emptiness. Her finger toyed with, then entered, the tunnel of love…