Chapter 6
By the time Georgia returned to her room she was exhausted from the day's activities. The scene in the game room was hardly a memory now. She was tired and wanted nothing more than to crawl between those silky smooth sheets and sleep.
The twins were already asleep on a couch in the corner of the room, cuddled together in a ball. But they awoke as soon as Georgia entered the room. They met her with groggy heads, heavy eyes, and sleepy smiles. She told them to go back to sleep, but they didn't. Alexander went to the bathroom and began running water in the tub, while Adrian helped Georgia out of her clothes. Georgia went through the motions without any thought, climbed in the tub, followed by the twins and was washed by them, dried, and delivered to the big bed.
It was Adrian who asked, "Where do you want us to sleep, Miss Kingston?"
"Where do yon usually sleep?" she asked.
'In the bed," Alexander giggled.
"Then get in bed," she said and closed her eyes.
She could feel the children climb into bed-one on each side of her-climb under the covers, turn out the lights and snuggle against her warm body. Their naked bodies were cool against hers and she turned to face Adrian, pulling her close to warm the girl with the heat from her own body. Alexander didn't need any help.
She dreamt. But senseless dreams. Abstract dreams. Martinis sometimes did that to her. Flashing objects on the mind's screen-in color-but lacking any story. And the objects tonight began with a close-up of John Aumontjuer's cock. It appeared to be five feet tall, thick, in vivid colors, complete with popping blue veins and purplish head, alive and throbbing. But then it just faded away and a black phallus came from the darkness, growing bigger and bigger, oozing cum from a grinning eye.
She remembered the cocks, and vaguely remembered a tongue. John's tongue. Huge and so life-like. And an ass-hole. She remembered an ass-hole.
When she awoke the next morning it was still early and she had plenty of time before getting dressed to meet John at the pool for breakfast. She wondered how the young man that had been punished on the pool table felt this morning. And what sort of thing the congressman did when he retired to his room at night. And does John Aumontjuer sleep alone, or does he also have children in bed with him? Or maybe a girl. Liz?
Suddenly, without warning, the little girl was rising into the air. She opened her eyes with confused alarm and looked wide-eyed into the smiling face and dark eyes of the young man who had carried her valise when she first arrived. He was standing next to the bed, lifting Adrian from her place.
"Mr. Aumontjuer thought you might like a rubdown," he was saying through a broad grin.
"All right," Georgia said, happily, lazily.
Alexander was still snuggled close and she blushed all over when the young man whipped off the covers to reveal the hidden little boy.
"Time to get up," she heard him tell Alexander, lifting him from the bed. Then the olive-complexioned youth spoke to Georgia, "Turn on your stomach, please."
She obeyed. And he climbed onto the bed and straddled her hips. His talented fingers immediately began massaging her neck and shoulders. She could feel his bare ass resting gently on hers and the faint touch of his maleness brushing in the crack. The touch was nothing, but the vision of his heart-shaped spear resting so close to her treasure cove gave her pangs of delight.
"What's your name?" Georgia asked.
His thumbs pressed into the sides of her backbone, while his palms and fingers massaged expertly out to the sides. The long pause gave Georgia the impression that he didn't hear her or was ignoring the question. But he finally answered in a pleasant voice.
"Russ."
"What brings you here?" she gulped, as the weight of his body came down on his hands, forcing the breath from her lungs.
"I work here," he responded, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice-as though it was a stupid question.
As his fingers reached the rising mounds of Georgia's ass, he shifted his squatting position down to her legs and she could feel the soft, smooth head of his cock slide between the gloves of her ass-flesh. Soft? she asked herself, wondering how that could be-with her lying there naked and his male "feeler" nestled in the crack of her ass. Most guys would be going out of their minds, she told herself. Why isn't he? she worried.
His strong hands kneaded the firm balls of her ass until they began to tingle with the surge of blood rushing to the awakened flesh. His fingers didn't try to avoid the delicate sunburst hidden between the globes of white meat. During one squeeze, a finger actually lodged in the little elastic ring, giving her a pleasant sensation as it stretched open. But that was all! There was no attempt to explore-as any man would undoubtedly do, she reasoned-and he moved on down to her legs, leaving her in a state of confusion.
"Well, how did you get the job?" she tried to get the conversation going again.
"Mr. Autmontjuer is sponsoring me in drama school," Russ answered, with a hint of apology in his voice now. "I'm sorry. I thought you knew and were putting me on. Almost everyone here-the studs and concubines anyway-are in the arts, thanks to the generosity of Mr. Aumontjuer. It's the easiest way I know of working your way through school."
Now his hands were moving quickly and softly up and down her legs and he was kneeling off to the side. A most talented masseur, she thought, fully awake from the increased circulation of blood through her tingling body.
"And everyone gets to do his 'thing' around here," Russ continued in a more talkative mood. "Your obligation isn't squeezed out of you in sweat and blood-like most jobs. You get an opportunity to express yourself here...to experiment with new experiences. And actors must experience all aspects of life to portray it faithfully."
The feel of his fingers dancing all over her back, from head to toe now, was sending chills of delights through Georgia's body. The gentle brushing of his fingers between her legs as they glided softly over the tingling skin, fanned her desire for more. More touching between the legs. More fingers dancing on her itching cove. That burning little itch-was beginning to consume all her thoughts.
"And do you like your work?" she teased, searching with her hand to find his cock.
The rubdown was over. Russ relaxed, kneeling next to her and sitting back on his heels. She saw the smile broaden on his face as her hand reached under the toga for the massive male organ.
Still soft! The thought struck her as her fingers found the limp noodle resting between his legs. How could it be? she wondered in disbelief. She teased it now with her long, slender fingers, unable to accept the thought that she hadn't aroused the male flesh with her sensuous body. Just the sight of it should have built a fire in him, she told herself, as she frantically tried to milk it to erection. It stood like a flagpole for that girl yesterday. Why not for me?
"I don't think you'll find any life there," Russ was saying, but she brushed aside his words and brought her pouty, red lips to the tip of the sleeping giant's head, her big, blue eyes staring at it with a sexy, longing look, before sucking it into her mouth.
The handsome young man let the warmth of her mouth engulf his cock. He looked into her pretty face with a longing too-but no response from his limp shaft. Her suck-hollowed cheeks tormented him, but there was nothing he could do about it.
"Don't feel bad," he said softly. 'Tve been fucking away all night, and Pm sure they gave me a 'dose of saltpeter' before letting me come in to give you a rubdown."
Georgia let the limp flesh slip from between her lips and looked into his dark eyes. For the first time there was a warmth in his deep stare. "Why?" she asked naively.
"I was sent to give you a rubdown. Nothing else. The studs are never allowed to take advantage of a guest. And a rubdown can lead to sex, even if it isn't intended to at first. So the studs who are giving rubdowns are always loaded with blanks. Even if you ask for a stud...he always arrives after the rubdown, when the fire is built, so your passion is spent on the one you have chosen."
"And when will you be back in action?" Georgia asked.
"Probably tonight," Russ answered with a big grin. "Or tomorrow morning. Depending on how big a dose of deterrent they slipped me,"
"Then I'll ask for you," she whispered, lowering her eyes shyly, still fascinated by the sight of his limp cock and wanting him inside her. She was embarrassed by her own brazenness but unable to control her lust She stroked the soft cock affectionately, half believing that it couldn't possibly remain limp. But it did.
"I have to go," Russ finally said with a sigh, taking her fingers from his sleeping weapon. He slid off the bed and walked to the door, hesitated, as if to say something, but changed his mind and left without looking back at her.
"Your bath is ready," Adrian said from the door of the bathroom, and Georgia moved quickly from the bed to the bathtub, to drown the pulsing urge between her legs and quench the fire in her itching cunt.
The pool was actually built outside the house, enclosed for the winter months by a greenhouse-type structure and connected to the house by a passageway of the same glass framing. Along the walls, green plants and trees thrived on the humidity from the heated pool.
John was wearing wine colored slacks and a white turtleneck sweater. Georgia spotted him as soon as she entered with the twins. Almost at the same instant, John saw her and left the group of people he was chatting with and joined her. They sat at the nearest poolside table and were immediately brought trays of food, coffee, and juice-with or without vodka.
"Mmmmmm..." Georgia murmured, thinking for a moment. "I think I'll start with a Bloody Mary."
"Terrific idea," John added enthusiastically, signaling the girl at the juice cart to make it two. "You look as though you had a good night's rest."
"Oh, yes. Marvelous," Georgia chirped, determined to get off to a new approach with John. (One in which she' would be less on the defensive.) "And I see some of your guests are already off to another day of fun and frolic."
Her glance in the direction of the figures "swimming" at the shallow end of the pool made her point clear. Three naked girls were with a distinguished, middle-aged senator, playfully pawing at him, while one girl remained submerged, sucking on his cock. Hardly more than an arm's reach from the senator's group, a young man and girl were united at the loins, copulating as though no one else was around. And sitting across from them, at the edge of the pool with her feet dangling in the water, was the well-known gossip columnist, Brenda Babbit. A pretty, young girl bobbed up and down in the water, toying with the hairy bush between Brenda's legs.
Georgia had chosen a simple, white, pleated skirt and white sweater for the morning get-together and was glowing with pride at her choice. Everyone else, with the exception of John, was either naked or close to it. And she was drawing more attention than the naked girls running around the pool.
John just nodded at her reference to the early orgy that was starting in the pool. Then he tried to change the subject to his plants, but Georgia's attention shifted to the end of the pool, where she noticed Mr. Jenkins was about to enter the water with three playful girls. The girls were all very attractive; in their late teens, Georgia decided, and probably models. But it was Jenkins she was most concerned with. What sort of man was he? she wondered. Why had he arranged for that ritual, when it seemed to upset him so?
It wasn't just Jenkins and the girls that held her attention, Georgia realized. There was something about to happen, and everyone was starting to focus their attention on the group.
Georgia saw two young men approaching the side of the pool with what appeared to be a respirator, oxygen, and first aid equipment. She knew something was about to take place-and it didn't appear to be of a pleasant nature.
Across the pool Brenda Babbit had lifted her feet from the water and rested her heels on the edge, which brought her knees almost up to her chin, while she spread her legs wide apart, looking something like a giant frog. Brenda was in her late forties and Georgia couldn't help feeling repulsed by the position she had taken. Georgia was looking straight into the junction of her legs, into the hairy bush, the lips of her cunt and even her anus. But Brenda wasn't aware of Georgia's disgusted stare, her own eyes were focused on the group at the end of the pool. She reached down and got a firm grip on the hair of the young girl in the water below, bringing the girl's head up to her cunt by pulling the fistful of hair and forcing the girl's face into the middle of her legs.
"Perhaps we should leave," John suggested, snapping Georgia out of her wide-eyed stare.
"Why? What's going to happen."
"Just a little game of skill," John answered, but pushed away from the table to leave before it started. He didn't want Georgia to experience another unpleasant scene as she had at the previous night's "ceremony"-because he was beginning to realize the more she saw, the more she held him responsible. And instead of drawing her to him, it was driving her away.
"What kind of game?" Georgia asked, not making any effort to leave with him.
"One of the girls will attempt to bring Jenkins to a climax-orally-while the others hold her underwater. The trick is to do it before you run out of air."
"And if she doesn't?"
"That's what the rescue team is for. I think we'd better go."
"If there's no danger, I'd like to watch."
John slumped back into his chair, a bit uneasy about staying. His only hope was for Jenkins to reach a quick climax-but he didn't put too much faith in that miracle happening.
So our bank president really IS a sadist after all, Georgia told herself, as she watched the girls getting ready for the dive.
The girl who chose to attempt the underwater feat was a petite brunette. She had a pretty face, Georgia noted, with a cute turned-up nose and a small, but sensuous mouth. Her wide, brown eyes were dancing with excitement as she nervously bounced up and down in the water, taking deep breaths of air as an exercise before dunking her head underwater. Her two companions, taller girls with more fully developed bodies, were joking with her and helping her get ready for the task. But Jenkins was just standing chest deep in the water, leaning against the side of the pool and calmly waiting for the girl to get started. Georgia could only get little glimpses of his cock, but as far as she could tell it was limp.
Everyone's attention was on the naked group now, as the girl faced Jenkins, stared into his eyes and slipped her dainty hands down to his groin. Jenkins was the picture of casualness, Georgia observed. She watched him stand there with his arms resting straight out along the ledge of the pool, staring at the girl with an air of indifference and apparently oblivious to the spectators who were closing in for a better view.
The pretty brunette began to milk his limp tube of skin into a firmer weapon. Slowly, patiently, she continued to draw the rubbery tube, hand over hand, into a state of hardness. When she was finally ready, she took an extra deep breath and submerged. The two girls, one either side of her, each placed one hand on her buttocks, insuring complete submersion. The girl's small mouth engulfed the head of Jenkins' hardening cock. She worked just the ballooning, purplish mushroom at the end of his swollen member between her elastic lips.
Georgia caught herself holding her own breath as she watched. Across the way she saw Brenda pulling that girl's face harder into the junction of her legs. The girl was struggling with the awkward position she was in-half in and half out of the water-trying to support herself so her weight wouldn't all be on the fistful of hair Brenda was clutching.
Now the young girl had most of Jenkins' cock in her mouth and was sucking on it, milking it with her tongue and letting small bursts of air bubbles out of her mouth around his swollen meat.
How much longer can she stay under? Georgia asked herself. The girl's body had already begun to tense up and the girls holding her down were exerting more force now. Then her legs began to kick and her small hands were clutching at Jenkins' body, trying to pull herself up for air. Her fingers were digging into his skin, scratching at his buttocks for a hold that would get her to the surface.
Only at this point did the middle-aged bank president begin to show signs of interest. He brought his arms off the edge of the pool, reached down into the mass of dark-brown hair that was streaming toward the surface of the water and pulled her head harder against his groin, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her throat. The two girls let her shoulders go and grabbed her arms, pulling her clutching fingers from Jenkins' body and pushing down harder.
"Ooohhh...oohhhh.. . " sounds came from Brenda, who was locking her legs around that girl's head and squeezing with all her might. Brenda's eyes were wide and glassy, but fixed on the struggle that was going on in the water.
The girl underwater was frantically fighting for air now. The big cock was driving down her throat, choking her, while her lungs screamed for air. Every muscle in her body was twitching.
Finally Jenkins closed his eyes, set his jaw tight-paused-then rocked back and forth as he spent his cum. He pulled the girl tighter and held her there until every last drop of juice was deposited in her mouth. Then, and not a second sooner, he released his grip on the girl's head and rested his arms back on the pool's ledge.
"Ooooohhhhh..." Brenda let out a yell. "Ahhhhh...ahhh...ahhh," she cried as she worked out her orgasm on the girl's face.
The two girls pulled the limp girl's head above water and Georgia could see white cream floating from her mouth on the surface of the water. They smacked her on the back several times and she coughed up more cum, while the two men with the rescue equipment got ready to jump into the water after her. But the girl coughed and gagged on her own and gasped for precious air. She had to be lifted bodily from the water and they put the oxygen mask on her face, but only briefly. The girl sat up and grinned at her friends, victorious. The men gave her more oxygen and carried her away.
Several of the male spectators helped Jenkins out of the pool and he too was pampered. They wrapped him in a robe and the two girls led him away, as the spectators congratulated him.
Sonofabitch! Georgia growled under her breath.
Brenda left the poolside too. Her companion was still hanging on the ledge, splashing water on her reddened face, where Brenda's coarse pubic hair had irritated the skin around her mouth and nose. She had to be helped from the water, too exhausted to lift herself up.
Georgia turned to face John, whose eyes were lowered and obviously trying to avoid hers. She couldn't bring herself to criticize him. Not again. Not after the young girl finished her task with a triumphant grin-as if to prove to her friends that she could do it
"Oh, by the way," Georgia said instead, "I'd like to have that handsome young stud, er, Russ, I think his name is-the dark one."
"Yes, of course," John answered quickly, taking her by complete surprise. She had expected to hurt him with the request
"He's a nice guy," she added weakly, for want of something better to say.
"Anything you want is yours," John said in that suave, charming voice of his, "but.. . "
Georgia waited for him to finish, but he didn't
"But what?" she finally asked after a long pause.
"Nothing," he said softly, pausing again. "It's just that.. . "
It's just that you thought Fd want YOU instead, she thought, completing the statement under her breath, but not saying anything aloud to him. She was enjoying his stammering, squirming predicament. Confident that she had him where she wanted him now.
"Wefi," he started again, "it's just that I thought you were bored with sex-at least you said you were getting bored with sex-at least I was hoping you'd give my little theory time to work."
Theory! Georgia thought. What theory? He had taken her by complete surprise.
John saw the confused expression on her face and went on to explain. "Remember I told you that young people rush into sex so fast that they soon lose interest?" She nodded that she remembered. "Well, that's what you're doing if you just go from one stud to another-expecting some new and exciting thing to happen just because the face is different. But it never does.. .
"As I mentioned before, you have to build a desire for sex. A longing. Fan the desire into a raging fire-don't put it out with the first few pangs of need. Hold out until you need it so bad you could die-then you will really enjoy it. And after that, just remembering how much you wanted it will excite you."
Georgia was completely stunned now. She remembered. And she did want to increase her enjoyment. But how long did she have to abstain? she wondered. She wanted male meat in her cunt right now! Last night! On the trip up to the island! How long did she have to wait? And she was also depressed by the fact that she had lost the offensive with John and was back on the defensive. But another thought came to mind and she jumped at the opportunity to keep him from getting the best of her.
"What about last night?" she asked with a tone of sarcasm. "Didn't we both experience orgasms then?"
"Yes, of course," John interrupted, smiling broadly. "But an orgasm is wonderful-the more the better-without the actual act. What we did only increases the desire for the real thing. In its absence we use substitutes. But the substitutes increase our desire for the real male-female union."
Georgia drifted into deep thought over that. She admitted that he had a point-her longing for a satisfying, cunt-filling cock was uppermost in her mind at this moment. But she didn't know how long she could impose this self-denial on herself. And remembering how she had rushed home to seduce her father, fanned her longing even more, but also proved John's point It had been one of the most delicious, satisfying experiences she had had in a long time, she recalled. The juices were already dampening her panties at the thought of her father's rigid spear entering the soft walls of her insides. She could even picture her sensitive cunt lips spreading around his smooth skin and feel the long tube slipping up her insides. She began to get homesick.
"I'll try," she said sheepishly, smiling at John but trying to avoid his eyes.
They left the pool and strolled through the house. Georgia's eyes caught glimpses of sex acts in every direction, but she was determined not to think about them. Not let them bother her. But she couldn't help herself.
"Would you like a drink?" John asked, interrupting her concentration.
"Er, fine, yes, I'll have another Bloody Mary."
No one else seems to pay attention to each other's sexual behavior, she rationalized, as she sat down to wait for her drink-and watch. Not once had she heard a criticism about a sex act. Those who didn't like a certain scene simply moved on in silence.
"Several people are leaving," John said as he handed her the drink, "and I have to see them off."
"That's all right," Georgia responded, giving John a big smile to show she was in a better mood.
"I'll only be gone a few minutes," he said reassuringly, and walked off.
It was the first time Georgia could remember the two of them not acting like cat and mouse; with one on the defensive and the other playing the lead. She decided John was not such a bad guy after all. Maybe if he wasn't so short and so much older, she thought, as she watched him cross the room, I might even be able to fall for him.