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Penelope

By: regmitchell





Penelope



Her name was Penelope and she hated it. "Call me Penny," she told everyone. 

So I called her Penelope when I fucked her. Only then did she allow me to use her proper name. She said that fucking her and calling her that made her feel slutty and dirty. I don't know why and she never really explained it. All I know is; when I whispered it while on top of her, called it out to her while she rode me, or pulled her up onto her knees to pant it into her ear from behind; it never failed to make her crazy in bed and I loved it.

So how did all this start? Or should I say -- how did I finally get her to bed? Well, honestly, she took me to bed and not the other way around. Let me explain. The whole thing between us started out as a simple friendship. I ran the local comic book/magazine store and her and her boyfriend always came in to buy something to read and would hang around and shoot the shit for hours at a time when things were slow.

Then one day -- she came in by herself. She had dumped him or he had dumped her or something like that. She always kept parts of herself private and hidden away from me. That didn't bother me because I tended to take her at face value. All that really mattered was he was not coming around anymore and she was. Every few weeks she would show up, buy a book or magazine and then sit in a chair and talk about practically anything.

Now being a manager of a book store/ comic book store doesn't mean you get a lot of women around, if you know what I mean. So when this beauty came in and plopped down on the chair and jabbered on about whatever -- I let her jabber. She would talk and talk and I would listen. It was the highlight of my day every time she showed. 

Let me describe her to you. She's about 5 foot 4 or so with alabaster white skin, petite with a thin waist, nicely round in the hips and ass, with about small C cup breasts. She has a sharp angular face nearly perfectly shaped, with piercing green eyes, and framed in dyed blond hair that always seemed to be months behind in its return to the beauty parlor. She had slightly bony shoulders, was small and slim to an extreme but made up for her small size by her presence. She was quirky, a little flirty, as well as flighty, and spoke with a raspy and loud smart ass tone of voice that would only leave her as she neared orgasm. She was loud, boisterous, and laughed constantly in and out of bed. She was outspoken (especially when wrong), loved to hug and kiss, and could be more than a little weird at times. In short, she was a beauty to me and the closest thing to perfection I would ever have the chance to bed.

One night she came in just before closing and began, what I thought, was the usual Friday evening activity. It had been a quiet Friday night so far, I can't remember why now, I just remember hardly anyone had come into the shop and it was pretty boring. I was checking out what would be my last real customer for the night when she blew by me dressed in black jeans and a button up flannel blouse (her usual dress), smiled and did a half wave as she passed; heading back to the new comic book shelf. Her perfume filled the air with her passing and put a smile on the customer's face as well as my own. The night had definitely started to look up. 

By the time I had finished with the other customer's purchases and was wishing him good night; she was not sitting in the chair as usual but standing very close to me. She was so close in fact that I could feel her body heat radiating off her while she fiddled with the stuff on the counter and made small talk about nothing in general. I sat down on the nearby cashier stool and turned myself toward her to settle down for another long gab session. She turned and leaned back on the counter with her elbows, legs and hips thrust out slightly, and didn't pause much in her conversation. After a few moments, she stopped talking and moved to look out the large bay window behind the counter that gave a good view onto the street. "Looks like things are pretty quiet," she said.

"Yeah, even for a Friday night it's pretty quiet."

"You gonna close early?"

I had been thinking about doing just that but would lose the hour or so pay that I would get if I stayed open and I was not making much then and every little bit helped.

"Probably not," I responded. She seemed a little disappointed in that and moved closer to the window to look out at the lack of traffic and then turned back to me.

"Pretty quiet...," she looked at me as her voice trailed off.

Now, I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed when it comes to women and I was completely missing her pickup cues. I just sat there on that stool and looked back at her. We must have just looked at each other for about 30 seconds before I saw something in her eyes and finally realized something was up -- but again, I hadn't quite realized exactly what that was.

"Is everything alright?" I started to say to her as she blurted out.

"Can I kiss you?"

My mind was suddenly a blur. Did I hear her right? Did she just ask to kiss me? What do I say? Do I just kiss her? Are you kidding me? Say something you fool! 

"Sure." I said stupidly. Again, not the sharpest tool...

She moved up to me, parted my legs with her thighs and leaned into me. Her arms were long and gentle as they moved around my neck to encompass me. I was drunk instantly from the scent of her and the feeling of her body so close to me. She leaned into me to put as much of the front of her body against mine as she could. Luckily I had been sitting on the edge of the stool and so a lot of her did get pressed up against me. But I only felt her body for a second or two before closing my eyes and getting lost in her kiss.

Her lips were warm and gentle as they settle against my own. She moved them slightly and sucked on my lips almost tentatively for a moment or two when we first connected. My nose was filled with her perfume as I breathed in deeply and my head swam with the thought of this gorgeous beauty between my legs kissing me. It took me more than a moment to fully understand what was going on - my mind wasn't quite up to the task; but, luckily for me, my body was. 

It had been almost a year since the last time I had been with a woman (for reasons I shall not go into here) and I had grown more than a little tired of the one handed offing each night before bed that had become routine. My body reacted to her instinctively. My penis hardened instantly in my pants and my arms went to her small waist pulling her even more tightly against me. I was awash in the the heat I felt off her as she pushed against me forcefully, molding herself to me with all pretense of meekness or gentleness gone. One arm moved up her thin back to rest between her shoulder blades as the other snaked around her waist to the small of her back.

It was then that my arousal charged and I pulled her against me roughly. My legs squeezed against hers as my tongue, almost out of control, pushed between her lips and entered her. She stiffened slightly and then relaxed into my ever tightening embrace as her tongue began to play with mine. I don't know how long we were there; moving our tongues in and out of each other's mouths. My hands had moved down to cup her ass cheeks and were pulling her slightly up and against me. I was trying so hard to push her flat stomach against my now raging hard on -- but my position on the stool wouldn't allow it. My pulling her toward me had lifted her up onto her toes and she was now kissing down to me with my head tipped slightly up. Her hips swayed back and forth against me like she too was trying to move herself closer to feel my erection.

Finally, she pushed her lips against mine hard one more time, her tongue darted deeply into my mouth, pulled away, and she dropped off her toes. I opened my eyes to find her staring at me with nearly unblinking eyes. Her lips were red and full with desire and the open collar of her shirt moved quickly with her increased breathing showing me her pink, flushed skin beneath. 

"Wow." She said almost in a whisper as she stepped back.

"Yeah," I responded dumbly. Not much intelligent thinking going on in my head at that time.

We were just there for a second or so, not saying or doing anything. My cock was thrust up against my jeans painfully as I sat on that stool while she stood there a few steps away from me. My head was spinning with thoughts of how she felt, tasted, and smelled. It was like time stood still for a moment or so as we both seemed to wait for something to happen. Suddenly her hand moved down and along the front of my jeans, feeling for my hard on I am sure, paused as if she were changing her mind, then picked up the book she had just bought. She blew me a kiss while moving along the counter and flew out the door in a trail of perfume. 

She was gone.

The rest of the time at the store, the drop off of the till, and the trip home was a blur of questions, comments, incriminations, suggestions, and fantasies. Everything and anything that could have been thought by me was done so. How could I have been so stupid to let her go? How could I be so lucky to get to kiss her like that? What did she see in me? What did I see in her? Where would this go? Was there even something there to go? 

All those questions and more just kept circling in my head that night continuously until I finally found myself in my cramped, little, apartment watching a VHS tape that I had watched too many times before. I had just come to the conclusion that I had probably screwed up my only chance to bed that beautiful woman in my usual geeky, thick headed way when there was a knock on my door. I got up, shut off the movie, and opened the door.

It was Penny. She was standing there with an odd smirk on her face. It was like she had been laughing at me or something and had just finished before I opened the door. Her perfume had wafted into the room when I opened the door and I felt my cock begin to grow like it had few hours before when we had been kissing. I stood there and just stared at her.

"Hi." I said. I wanted to ask her how she knew where I lived. But then, I really didn't care. She was here and that was all that mattered. "Come in." I moved out of the way for her to come in. She stepped into the room with her perfume following behind. I got hard again just smelling her.

"I've decided," she said turning to face me as I closed the door, "that you can have me."

I stood there a little dumbfounded. Had I heard her right? Did she just say I could have sex with her? Is that what she meant? 

I might have stood there too long before I answered, "You have?" 

"Yes."

"Have you?"

"Yes." She smiled. "You know... have me." She mouthed the words slowly as she stepped toward me. 

"Have me...," step. 

"...here... now...," step.

"Take off ...," step.

"...all my clothes...," step. 

"...and all your clothes...," step. 

Now she was in front of me and I was shaking with so much desire for her and fear that I was going to mess this up somehow. She was looking up directly into my eyes and ran her hands lightly up and down my arms. She stopped and gripped both my hands in hers.

"...and... fuck... me." 

"Ok." I said. That was it. That was all I could croak out. My heart was racing, my body was suddenly so cold, my cock was practically exploding and all I could say was that one little word. 

She giggled. "It's been awhile, hasn't it?"

I could only nod yes.

"That's okay. It will be quick the first time. I don't need a long time for our first time. It's been awhile for me, too. Right now I just want you inside me..." She started running her fingers along my arms and chest again. "...and I plan on being here 'till morning so you'll have all night to make it up to me. Ok?"

I must be dreaming, I thought. This couldn't be happening. Am I dead? Is she just teasing me? Oh my God! Oh My God! OH MY GOD!!

"You do have a couple good fucks in you tonight don't you?" She said as she kicked off her shoes, grabbed one of my hands, and began to walk further into my apartment looking for the bedroom. She pulled me along behind her and I blindly followed paying attention to nothing other than feeling of her warm hand holding mine. In my head, though, I was screaming out in excitement about what I was about to do with her. She quickly moved us through the living room to the kitchen and into the bedroom. 

She turned to me, and still holding my hand, pulled my face down to her and kissed me deeply.

"Come on," she said, released me, and jumped onto my bed energetically. She quickly planted herself in the middle and grabbing a few pillows to prop up under her head.

"Nice big big bed you have here." She said as she sprawled herself over the bed. I could only look at her and imagine what she looked like under those clothes. And soon, my heart was pounding in excitement, I would soon know!

I tried desperately to not look foolish as I crawled into bed beside her. I moved up close to her and looked into her eyes. She was so beautiful at that moment, so perfect. I kissed her and what kisses I gave her. I was gentle and she responded in kind. I moved my lips along hers and all my energy and concentration went to her lips. I tasted and felt them as completely as I could. I tried to feel every nuance of her lips and kisses and what I could do with my lips to increase those feelings. 

It was like we were testing each other, exploring each other, feeling out our wants and desires through our lips. We were expressing without words how willing we were to go farther and how we both longed for what was to come. It was so erotic. 

I don't know how long it was before I felt her tongue gently probing at my lips. I had decided that the only way I could keep this up and not make a fool of myself was to let her lead and go anywhere she wanted. If she wanted to kiss like this -- I would do it all night. But finally I opened my mouth to her and her mischievous tongue entered me to play.

I had, before then, really been on one elbow, barely touching her while kissing her. But with the offering of her tongue, I moved and lowered myself down on top of her. She moved her legs, opening them, offering me a space between to lie.and pressed as much of me against her as I could. I began to grind my jeaned crotch against her and sucked on her tongue as it moved in my mouth. I pulled at it with my lips as she offered it to me. I made love to her tongue and mouth like I so desperately hoped I would be making love to the rest of her later. And I moved my hips to give her a taste of what I could, hopefully, do later as well.

After a few moments of this, I pulled back a little. My confidence had started to return since I felt like I had successfully gotten to a point where she would stay almost no matter what. If I had been paying attention -- I would have realized she was going to stay no matter what already. I hadn't asked her to my apartment -- she had come all on her own!

I moved my kisses from her mouth around her face and down onto her neck. This she enjoyed and let out a little moan. I moved my kisses down her neck toward her chest; but the pillow propped under head made it difficult to get to -- so away went the pillow. She laughed a wonderfully throaty laugh. I began again -- first her lips, then her chin, down her neck, and toward her chest. She tasted wonderful and had begun undulating beneath me. My fingers clumsily began opening her shirt as I tried to kiss along what I revealed as it opened. Quickly her shirt was opened to her pants and pulled aside allowing me access to her breasts. My mouth moved along the tops of each breast being held in by her bra. Ocassionally I would playfully bite through the bra material for a nipple. I was desperately trying to tease her and she was enjoying it. Her moans became throatier and she moved like a snake beneath me. Suddenly she pulled away from me a little and began to push me off of her.

"Hold on." She said. 

Damn, I thought as we sat up. But to my happiness, she nonchalantly removed her blouse and pulled off her bra and threw them off the bed. What lay before my eyes were the most perfect breasts I had ever seen in my entire life (this is still so BTW). Her milk white breasts were full, even a bit pendulous, maybe small C cups, that were nicely sitting in the middle of her chest. When she moved, even just a little, they swayed gently with a movement that told me they were heavy, full breasts. They were firm, perfectly round and begged for me to touch them. Her puffy nipples pointed slightly upward on the tops of each white breast and had dark brown areola tinged red or pink topped by an aroused nipple that begged for my attention.

I reached out and gingerly ran my fingers along the bottom of her right breast, careful not to touch her nipple or even to apply too much pressure to her breast. I moved over to her left breast and did the same. She closed her eyes and let her breath out in a soft whisper of air.

"That's nice." She whispered to me as she leaned back. I cupped both in my hands; they were heavy and so warm to hold. I gently pushed her back down onto the bed.

"I'm going to suck on you for awhile," I said to her and moved my head down to gently take one nipple into my mouth and give it a gentle lick. I then spent a tremendous amount of time on her breasts, sucking, licking, nibbling, doing anything I could think of to give her pleasure. She was soon enraptured, squirming almost non-stop beneath me and moaning loudly. Her hands roamed my body from the middle of my back and arms to cradling my head against her as I sucked.

It was somewhere in the middle of all this that I came up with a plan. I wanted to see if I could get her pants undone without her knowing it. So, when I was really working her nipples over and she was arcing her back to bring her breasts even closer to my face; I gently pulled on her zipper or tugged on her snap until her jean pants were open and I could see her panties peeking out from inside.

And she hadn't noticed.

I stopped sucking on her nipples and moved up to stare at her face. She was flushed all over from her breasts up and had this look of exquisite bliss all over her face as she lay there.

"Let's remove these pants." I said to her as I moved to push them down over her hips. She raised her hips to allow me to get her pants down and soon they were on the floor next to the rest of her clothes. Hidden beneath those pants were two of the finest legs I had ever seen; pure white, thin but with a flare at the top that formed those wonderfully curved hips and ass. 

And those panties! Animal printed orange and black bikinis. I couldn't wait to remove them and see what was hidden beneath!

I ran my hands along her legs from mid calf, over the knee, and to mid thigh. She opened her legs to allow me that access. I didn't take it any further yet.

"How did you get my jeans off so quickly?" She asked me.

"I undid the buttons earlier."

"When?"

"You were too busy to notice." I smiled.

"I was almost busy enough to cum! Another few moments and I would have; you have a very talented mouth with nipples." 

"Thanks. I try. You should see me with other parts of a woman's body."

We both laughed.

I stopped talking and just looked down on her. I was still sitting up from taking off her pants and she was sprawled out on the bed next to me. Her arms were over her thrown back head, breasts slightly tipped to one side on her chest -- nipples almost straight up and swollen from my licking and sucking - and her legs opened just enough to reveal just a portion of her panty covered vulva. I could tell right then that she was either completely shaved or definitely trimmed very closely thru the panties that were now more than a little damp. I just sat there for a moment drinking in this beauty. I didn't know where to start -- I wanted to do everything to her all at the same time. 




Penelope



She sat up.

"Don't fall in love with me or anything." She joked, I could hear the sarcasm in her voice. "We're just fucking, remember. I'm just here for sex, nothing else, and you better want me the same way."

"I am." I said. But I guess I didn't convince her. She sat up, covered her bare breasts with a pillow, and leaned a little forward.

"Can we talk?" She asked.

"Sure." I got comfortable.

"Look, I came to the store tonight not looking for any of this. I just came for the usual talking we do and...Well... I began to wonder what it would be like to kiss you." There was a pause in her talk. "So I did and you were good."

"Thanks. You were too." I said.

"Really?"

"Yes! You were wonderful!"

"I wasn't so sure. You seemed to hesitate a little. I wanted to do more but then I thought I had gone too far or come on too hard. That was why I left suddenly; I got spooked."

"No," I said. "You were wonderful. I just, sort of, didn't know what to do next. You took me by surprise."

"Sorry."

"No! No! It was great! I just couldn't think fast enough and so I was a little behind you. Hell, it took me a minute or two to realize you were gone when you left!"

She laughed. "Really?"

"Yes! You made my day. Hell, you made my month! Then, after you left, I spent the rest of the time trying to figure out what I had done wrong to make you leave."

"Nah, you didn't do anything to make me leave. I sort of scared myself away. I thought for sure that you would think I was a slut or something and I ran."

"I wouldn't do that." I lied. "You're not a slut." But of course I would think she was a slut -- that was exactly what I wanted! I wanted someone that was going to have sex with me, not some good girl that would kiss me and then take off!

"So... you liked what happened at the store?" She asked.

"Liked? Loved! I couldn't think of anything else until you knocked on the door! I kept thinking about what happened over and over in my mind; wondering what I could have done different to make you stay."

"And I kept thinking about it too." She said. "I kept thinking about how nice it was to kiss you, to hold you, to be held by you. It was very nice."

"Yes, "I echoed, "it was."

"I drove around thinking about you and now nice it was with you, how nice what I felt was... and I suddenly found myself wondering what it would be like to do more. So I came up here and thought, he will either invite me in, or tell me to go to hell. I knocked."

"And I opened."

"Yes."

"Happy with things so far." I asked leaning forward.

She moved the pillow off her body and moved onto her hands and knees to put her smiling face just inches away from mine. Her breasts hung down deliciously and swayed heavily as she moved.

"Deliriously. Remember, I almost orgasmed."

I could see a glint in her eyes. She was getting mischievous. "Almost?" I said and reached out to cup one of her dangling breasts.

"Almost. I expect you to give me that orgasm tonight, at least once or twice..and soon. If you do, I will make it worth your while. And if you don't, I will be very unhappy." She leaned back to sit on her legs folded beneath her now.

"How so?" Now it was my turn to be mischievous. She crossed her arms over her naked breasts. I noticed the nipple that was showing was erect and wondered if she was turned on or just cold. I figured probably cold and here was my chance to make a few points with her.

"Are you cold, Penny?" I asked.

"Nah." She said offhandedly.

I took off my shirt and handed it to her. "Put it on."

"Thanks." She smiled and pulled the shirt over her head. 

I laughed at her; she was almost completely lost in my shirt. It was at least 4 or 5 sizes too big for her and the short sleeves came down to her elbows while the collar seemed to come almost to mid chest on her. If she stood up -- I bet the shirt would have covered her to her knees! Yet somehow it made her even more erotic.

"Nice chest." She said admiring me.

"Thanks." I don't know why she said it. I was more than a little overweight and had been trying to loose the gut -- but it just wasn't happening. But then I thought of her old boyfriend and how he had been a little overweight... maybe she was a chubby chaser?

"I like a man with some mass." She added.

Yep, I thought.

"I like a heavy man on top of me. I like that feeling, you know?"

"Ok." I said, not sure of what to say next.

We sort of paused there for a second; I wasn't too sure what to do next and I don't think she did either. 

Finally, she said, "So are you going to get naked or what?"

I laughed and made a show of it -- best I could. Gave her a strip show. Come on, give me a break, I'm a white guy and I can't dance. My stripping was bad, and made her laugh more than once. Eventually I was down to my briefs, tented out with my erection.

"Stop," she said, "and come here." She motioned me to her with her finger. "I want to unwrap that myself." I took a couple steps towards her and stopped. "What's wrong? Come here," she repeated.

"No. I'm wearing only one thing and giving you a show." I turned sideways so she could clearly see the hard on I gestured to like a game show model. "And you are laying there in two. Looks to me like someone is a little over dressed."

She laughed. "True, but you've seen, and had, some of my goodies," she reached and cupped a breast. "But I've had none of yours yet; Hell, haven't even seen it yet. Hint. Hint... and don't worry, I won't break it. I just want to look at it, hold it, maybe even...uh... taste it?" 

The smile on her face and arousal in her eyes moved me to her. She reached out to my hips slowly, her eyes locked on the pushed out material of my shorts. That was when I saw her hands clearly; they were shaking. She was as excited and nervous as I was! Her fingers were cold on my skin as she began pulling my shorts down. My cock hung up on my waistband 

"Let me let him out." She said as she pulled the waistband of the shorts out and freed my erection from my briefs. I watched her as my briefs fell down my legs into a puddle around my feet. Her eyes never left my cock now bouncing slightly with each heartbeat just inches from her face. Her cold hands, still shaking, wrapped themselves around the base of my cock. I jumped.

"Damn, your hands are cold."

"Sorry, but your very warm right here; so my hands will be warm soon." She looked up at me as her hands began to move up and down my length. "Can I tell you something?"

"Sure," I croaked out. Her hands were very talented and I had quickly stopped caring about the temperature of her hands and more about their movement. She was lazily moving her hands up and down, playing with the head, and then gently squeezing me randomly as she moved.

"I was a little worried earlier that you would be a little...small, or maybe too long. I had a boyfriend once that was really long and thin like a pencil and wasn't a lot of fun. But you," she squeezed me lovingly and wrapped one hand around my girth like she was measuring me, "are just right. I like'em thick and you are definitely thick."

I didn't say anything then. I just looked down on her and watched as she watched herself masturbate me. She was very talented with her hands and I really didn't want to distract her. She gave me a couple quick tugs and pulled away from me to lie back on the bed.

"But, now I am definitely overdressed." She said as she reached under my shirt, shimmied a little, and brought out her panties. She slid them down her legs, demurely ensuring I could see nothing while doing so and handed them over to me. "Better."

"Almost."

She plucked a bit of my shirt up between two fingers. "This ole thing?"

"Yes. I'm naked and your not. Not fair, is it?"

"Yes, it's not. But you see, I'm here," she moved back farther on the bed and pointed to herself, "and you are standing there. I have no plans to take off this shirt. If you want it off, you will have to take it off; and since you are not in this bed..."

"Move over," I told her. She did.

I lay down on my side beside her and pulled her to me. She was warm in my arms and her leg quickly moved up along my naked side to rest on my hip. My cock, throbbing even harder now, was bumping happily on her thigh as I kissed her deeply. I had began the teasing kisses I had done earlier when she pulled back a little and looked into my eyes again.

"No."

"No?" I asked puzzled.

"No. No more kissing and fooling around. Take this T-Shirt off if you want to, I don't care. Just put this," She grabbed my cock and scooted down to push it against her vulva, "here."

I smiled and moved on top of her. She never let go of my cock; she kept it against her vulva as I moved. Her legs slowly moved along mine. Her shins and inner thighs running along my legs. When she was finally on her back and I was between those beautiful legs, she drew them up along my hips and began to push my cockhead down toward her opening. I took the hint and rocked my pelvis out and then back and she placed me against herself.

I didn't pause when I felt the pressure of her body against my cock head -- I just began to bear down and almost immediately slipped a little into her. She cried out, so I paused for a moment to stop and enjoy her as she got used to me.

"All of you." She said.

I looked down at her looking up at me. Looking longingly into my eyes.

"I want all of you inside me. Don't wait... just...."

I thrust down into her hard, not letting her finish her sentence, and felt my balls slap against her as our pubes met. She grunted.

"Like that?" I said.

"Uh huh," she panted back. Her legs wrapped around me and her hips lifted and pushed up towards me. She was trying so hard to get as much of me inside her as she could. Well, I'm a gentleman and I was always told to make the ladies happy. So I ground myself down against; trying to sink everything of me as deep as I could. She seemed so turned on; so ready to cum. I wondered how far I could go with this before I too would go too far and this would be over. I had an idea.

I pulled out slightly to allow myself to get up and move. 

She moaned, "no..."

I grabbed her legs and pulled them up so her ankles were at my head and then back down so her thighs were almost parallel to the bed. The back of her knees were at my elbows and her legs wide apart. I knew I couldn't open her sex up to me any more than that. She was balled up on her back with her pussy laid out for my thrusting. I pushed to rest of me back into her. I would go deep this way and so moved slowly. 

A seconds or so later and I was again inside her as deep as I could go. My balls rested on her ass. Her eyes were closed and her breathing shallow as I began to grind into her, pushing and rubbing my pubic bone against her. Her legs and back strained to push her sex up and against mine.

"Oh, God, "she hissed, "you feel so good inside me."

I ground. She pushed up at me.

"So good..."

I changed the angle of my grind and pushed against her.

"So... full...."

Grind.

"So... big..."

Slight pull out and thrust back in. She yelped then hummed; her eyes still closed. I rocked myself and ground into her and she made a throaty, happy noise.

"Do you like that?" I whispered to her.

She shook her head yes.

I pulled out slightly and slammed my hard cock as far into her as I could. Her head snapped back, her back arched, and her hands shot up and held onto my arms. She cried out in pain and desire.

"Or did you like that better?" I asked.

She shook her head again.

"This?" I ground against her as hard as I could. She tensed herself against me and the sound she made made my head spin. I pulled as much of me out of her as I could without disentagling us or moving her and then rammed my cock in as hard as I could. "Or this?" I hissed.

"Fuck!" She yelled out and raised herself up off the bed. Her eyes opened wide when I thrust into her and now stared up at me. This was a completely aroused woman desperately enjoying the fucking I was giving her.

That look she gave me turned me on even more. I wouldn't be able to do this much longer. Each thrust had gotten me closer to cumming than I wanted and my grinding caused some truly beautiful sounds to come out of her and I am a sucker for the sound of a woman in orgasm. I can never control myself around one. If she cums, I do too. So I had to slow this down or it wouldn't last.

I slowly pulled almost all of my cock out of her and, just as slowly, reversed direction and slid back in. She closed her eyes and made noises in both directions. I then repeated my movements and she repeated the noises. 

I thought this was good. I could keep this up longer and we could have a lot more fun. But she wanted no part of that. About my third or fourth slow movement, she opened her eyes and said," No. Hard."

I kept thrusting slowly, feeling that tingling sensation at the base of my cock, deep inside me, that told me I would soon have a large and long orgasm -- very soon. I felt a heaviness in my cock, it was like what I was thrusting had suddenly become thick and heavy and needed more to change direction.

"I can't, or I'll cum." I said pushing into her.

"Don't care..., " she hissed as I continued to move inside her.

"But I don't want to..." I was having a hard time talking, thrusting, and vainly trying to control the feelings that would soon overwhelm me.

She opened her eyes and stared up at me. 

"Fuck me hard!"

It was now that I realized she had only been laying there, had been letting herself become lost in my movements within her. I hadn't been in control of our fucking; she had simply given me control. She had allowed me to push her along to orgasm and she had been relaxing and enjoying the ride. But my stopping the movements she wanted had snapped her back to reality and now she was going to run the show.

"But I won't last."

"I don't care." She said, then paused. Her face softened and she reached up to stroke my face. "We have all night to make love. All night to take our time. Right now fuck me. Fuck me hard until you cum. Understand?"

I nodded.

Her legs had slipped down a little and she reached out and grabbed the backs of her knees and pulled herself wide open for me.

"Hard fucking." She mouthed to me.

"Yes, Penelope." I said.

Now here is where it got interesting. Because, in the next few seconds, I got some mixed messages from her. Her face clouded over agrily; but I felt her pussy contract and almost gush at the same time.

"What did you call me?" She asked angrily.

"Penelope." I said. Again the contraction around my hardness. I hadn't had a clue earlier -- but I had a clue now. This, for some reason, turned her on. I slowly began moving within her.

"Faster." She said.

"No, Penelope." Another contraction; but this one tighter since I was pushing in when I said her name.

"Don't... call.... me..."

I never let her finish her sentence. I began to pound my cock into her as fast as I could. I would pull almost completely out and then slam myself into her, my balls slapping against her with the wet sound of a sloppy pussy. She was so wet, it made wonderfull, squishing noises as I push and pulled myself in her. Her eyes were closed again and her head thrown back as I shifted from just pushing into her to pounding myself into her.

The wet pussy sound filled the room along with the scent of her as I pounded into her. The sound of our breathing became labored and fell in time with my thrusting. Even her cries fell into time with the pounding I was giving her sex.

"Like this, Penelope?" I asked, and was awarded with a hard pussy squeeze that almost sent me over the top. But I controlled myself the best I could and continued my assault on her.

"Don't." she hissed between thrusts.

"Ok, Penelope." I said, knowing it would bate her.

And it did. About the fourth or fifth time I had called her Penelope, she yelled, "Call me that, will you?" and began to really bear down on my cock hard every time I plunged into her. I knew it wouldn't be long now. My cock seemed so heavy, so huge inside her. I knew it was filled with blood and would be nearly purple with sex. I looked down between us and saw it, slick with her juices, almost purple in color and so inflated it seemed almost painful. I was in heaven.

And that is when I felt it. That dull emptiness of feeling at the base of my cock as it begins orgasm. And she must have felt something as well. She looked up at me and whispered, "You're gonna, aren't you?"

I couldn't talk anymore, couldn't even shake my head. I just kept thrusting into her. But my eyes must have told her all she needed to know. 

"You're so big inside me now."

She pulled me down on top of her as I continued working on her. Her legs came free from me but she kept them in the air. I moved my arms under her and around her back to hold her shoulders from below to stop her body moving away from me when I thrust!

"I'm close, baby." She hissed in my ear. "Cum inside me, please baby. Cum and I'll cum."

That statement alone made it so hard for me to continue. My cock must have been huge inside her. I was so close I started having problems controlling my movement. My thrusting became jerkier, and I knew I was just a thrust or two away from exploding.

"Fill me, baby. Fill me up." She chanted as her sex began twisting, milking me from inside her. I was dizzy; and all seemed to recede away. All I could think, all my mind was filled with was my cock moving inside her and her pussy wrestling with it. Her pussy pulsed with her gripping of me and it was making me lose that last bit of control of myself. My movements were now near spasms and I knew I was there. I began to yell as I felt myself come to the edge; but not over.

It was the sound of Penny, straining underneath me, sloppy wet sounds from her sex, moving toward orgasm herself that sent me over the top. Her chanting had stopped and she was grunting into my ear with each badly done thrust. Her grunting sent me over the edge. I knew she was cumming, or was very close, and that thought sent me into orgasm. I lost control of my body as it overwhelmed me. I tried desperately to push completely inside her before the end. I don't know if I succeeded really. 

I screamed as I came, my cock shooting into her, filling her with my cum, pulsing with each jet of sperm I shot into her. It was like I was pumping my life into her and I was lost in my orgasm, everything around me was gone -- the only thing I was was cock filling her with sperm. 

I don't know how long I came, I think I might have blacked out. I just remember that hot, almost uncontrollable moment before cumming and the feeling of my life leaving me and entering Penny. I could feel my strength failing me even as my cock began to shrint inside her. I lay my head down onto her breasts. Her legs were down now, her hands gently stroking my face and hair.

I looked up at her. She had a huge smile on her face. "You, "she said, "are SO good!"

"Am I?"

She laughed. "Yes, you are." She ran her fingers through my hair, twirling the hair around her fingers.

"So are you." I said.

"Thank you."

"Did I do good?"

She laughed again. "If you mean, did I cum.... Oh yeah....a lot."

"So did I." I said.

"I know. There is a lot of you inside me."

"Not now, I fell out."

"Yes, but you LEFT a lot inside me."

I moved up to look into her face. "Is that alright?"

She pushed my head down back onto her chest. "Yes. I already told you that. I'm very happy right now. Freshly fucked, sticky, and full of cum. I feel... yummy."

It was my turn to laugh. I got off her and rolled onto my back. The T-shirt she was still wearing was dark with our mingled sweat and had been shoved up her body to lodge against the underside of her breasts.




Penelope



"You're still wearing my shirt?"

"Barely, yes. I told you you were going to have to take it off. Do you want it off me? If you do, you will have to take it off like I said."

"No. Just making an observation. I don't have the strength to take it off you right now."

I don't remember anything after that of our conversation. I must have drifted off. The next thing I know, I wake up to find Penny sleeping in my arms, now completely naked, and curled up to me like a little puppy. She was so warm and soft against me. I began to stroke her hair.

She roused a little from her sleep and gave me a hug.

"Thanks." She said.

"For what?"

"For what!" She slapped me, "for the sex, you idiot!" 

"Ah... okay. Thank you too."

"Your welcome."

We lay there for some time lazily stroking each other. Nothing sexual, just reassuring and enjoyable.

"You are good," she said again.

"So are you."

"And we are good together, right?" She asked.

"Yeah, I guess." I responded back.

We were quiet some more.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure." I replied.

"Would you be willing to do this again?"

"Now?" I asked. "I don't think I can go right now... give me a little time..."

"No, stupid," She slapped me again, "Do this again some other night."

"Sure, anytime, you're great."

"I'm not looking for a boyfriend, you know." She started." I'm just looking for someone to spend time with... someone I can have fun with... like now, on a whim. Maybe someone to go to movies with, or have a dinner with, or to just call and talk with? Someone I can call whenever I need a man, you know? Someone ready for me when I want to make love, fool around, or just fuck. Someone that won't mind not being my boyfriend but enjoying all that I offer. I'm looking for someone..."

Her speech trailed off. She was trying to come up with something succinct and to the point. I had the answer and blurted it out.

"You want a fuck buddy." I said.

She sat up and her glorious breasts swayed with her movement. I felt a little stirring.

"Yes, a fuck buddy! That's great! What a great name!" She laughed."Wanna be my fuck buddy?"

"Certainly." I said.

She laughed again and gave me a big hug. Her warm breasts pushed against my naked chest and her nipples poked me. I felt my cock begin to grow.

"Now, I will be your ONLY fuck buddy, yes?" She whispered in my ear.

"Yes. Only you."

"No, I am serious. I'm your only woman while we do this."

"Sure, Penny." She looked me straight in the eye and talked to me slowly.

"I'm the only thing you will fuck or we don't do this."

"Yes, Penny. The only woman," I asked, "What's going on?"

She paused and I could tell she was thinking. "As you probably noticed, we didn't use a condom or anything..." She began.

"I just assumed you were on the pill or something," I got a little spooked there. "You are on the pill, right?"

"Yes, hon, on the pill. Definitely. That's not what I am trying to say."

I could tell something was going on and I didn't know what. I reached out and touched her hand. "What then?"

"I'm allergic to latex and can't use condoms." She paused. "If we do this, this fuck buddy thing, its like this all the time. No condoms, no dental dams, no nothing between us. You will have me, if you know what I mean, completely every time."

"Really? Bareback all the time?" I said and must have looked a little scared.

"Bareback... you have a name for everything, don't you? I'm on birth control and so I'll know when it isn't safe to have sex. But when we do, there will be nothing to protect us from each other and I want both of us to be safe. Hell, I'm thinking of asking you for an HIV test." She paused and looked me straight in the eye.

"A little late for that, isn't it, Penny?" She looked a little guilty and so I reassured her. "Do you want me to take the test? It's no big deal. I'm clean and I've done it before..." I let the sentence trail off.

"No." She said. "Offering is enough. But, I will swear off all other men if you promise to do the same for me."

"Ok, " I said, " I will swear off all other men as well." That earned me a hit with a pillow.

"I'm serious." She said earnestly, the usual sarcasm gone. She was looking down while speaking. "I don't want a boyfriend, just got rid of the last one, but I need a man sometimes, and..."

I reached out and pulled her head up so I could look into her eyes.

"You want someone you can call on when you need a man? When you want a man or when you just want to be ... whatever?"

"Yes."

"I'm your man." I said. Hell, I don't have a girlfriend and don't see one coming around anytime soon and she wants a almost no strings attached lover? Duh! Of course, yes!

"Really?"

"Yes. I promise you will be the only woman I bed for as long as we decide to do this. But you have to promise me something as well."

"What?"

"No calling once every two months for a few moments of fucking and then you are gone again. We need to do this a lot -- make it worth both our whiles."

"No problem," she said. "I will probably be in this bed about 2 or 3 times a week!" 

She leaned back, put a pillow under her head again and laid there for a moment. My shirt fallen down when we had talked and did now almost cover her below mid thigh. She was swimming in it. It was so big, it almost hid the possibility of her beautiful breasts inside. She closed her eyes for a second and then opened them quickly.

"So we have a deal, right?"

"Yes. We have a deal."

"You are my fuck buddy?"

"Only if you are mine." I responded.

"I am." 

"What about natural condoms, don't they make them out of sheep or something?" I asked.

"And have some dead animal parts inside me? Hell no... disgusting."

"Ok."

The talk had sort of got me a little excited and she noticed. She reached out and began to play with my near flacid penis. It took her some time before it began to stir in her hands.

"You ready to go a second time?" She asked.

"Well, it may be a bit early, I need to gather my strength." Shae let go of my cock and lay back on the bed and spread her legs.

"Then how do you feel about a little cream pie?"

I smiled. "Only if it is my cream. How do you feel about tube steak."

"Yours? Yummy." She winked at me and made a show of licking her lips.

"Wanna 69?"

"Only if you are on top." She said.

"The whole mass of the guy thing again, right?"

"Right."

I moved around to position my cock, now more livelier than a few seconds ago, in front of her face. She moved to pop just the head of it in her mouth to give it a little suck and let it go.

"I was right... you are yummy." She said.

I made a show of dipping a finger into her sex and licking it as well.

"So are you." I said.

"Then lets eat." She teased.

"Lets." I moved around to position myself in the classic 69 pose so she could suck me as I licked her.

I felt her hand on the base of my cock, directing it to her mouth. I could feel her breath on it as she moved her hand along it, coaxing it to hardness.

"You know what I like better than a 69?" She asked slightly muffled from underneath me.

I was just about to dip into her sex, but pulled back. "No, what?"

"71."

"71? What is 71?"

"You'll see." She said. But, I didn't care. Her warm, wet mouth engulfed my hardness and I pushed my face down into her wet sex filled with cum. She was yummy.



Penelope



We've been married fourteen years Pen and I. I'm Oscar, Oscar Whitman, age thirty-six, I tape in at five-six and one-forty. Penelope, my wife, also thirty-six, comes in at around five-nine, one-twenty-five. Oh, and she's a very nice looking lady with some really nice female equipment: 36Cs and a truly sensational butt. Until today our lives have been pretty typical, mundane, routine: the stereotypical middle class couple. None of which, I'm discovering, are good things and maybe not normal either. 

Pen is a stay at home wife, and no, we have no children. Me, I'm the head mechanic at Studstill Motors. Basically, I make sure that the used cars we take in in trade are up to legal snuff for purposes of resale. The pay is pretty good, and Penelope and I are doing fine in an era when not everybody is. 

At any rate, the above being true, Penelope has decided we need to spice things up. Her method of spicing things up? She is dictating, yes dictating, an open marriage. Well, actually, that's not exactly right. She means open for her. Me? I'm to be ready to service her and her lovers on command. She is of the opinion that me watching other men do her will be thrilling for me. 

What reason does she have for believing such a thing? That I would knuckle under to such a mandate? Maybe the fact that I have always given in to her. Maybe the fact that some of our late night fantasy talk has revolved around her cuckolding me, or her being the top in a role reversal relationship. Whatever it is, she's assuming, while I sit here with my head in my hands, some might say with my head up my ass, terrified that I may be losing my wife, my marriage, that I will knuckle under and do whatever she says.

"Calm down, Oscar, it won't be as bad as you think. Knowing your proclivities as I do, I am pretty sure you'll be getting off every bit as much as I do, at least in time," said my wife.

"Penelope Whitman, you can't be serious about all of this. I cannot accept being treated this way, not and claim to be a man!" I said.

"Oh pooh! You mean a macho asshole. Macho has no place in this house, Oscar, it never has, and you know it. We'll be having more and better sex than we ever had. And, I mean for you too. Just different is all," she said.

"You really intend to do this, to cuckold me. To make me a laughing stock, Penelope, don't you. What kind of a wife would do this to her husband? What kind, Pen?" I said.

"The kind that wants to put the thrill back in the sex life of a husband and wife," she said. "And, you won't be any laughing stock. No one but you, me, and Bill will ever know. Oscar, it's decided. Now, Bill will be here at seven. This one time, if you wish, you may go out and do your own thing while I am letting him do me. I'll text you when he's gone, so you'll know when to return. 

"Or Oscar, If you're man enough, my husband, you can stay and watch it happen to you, your cuckolding I mean. Still, like I say, this time it'll be your choice," she said. "But, Oscar, if you do decide to watch, I need to know by, say, 4:00PM in order to prepare you for your duties. Okay?" I nodded. I began to get emotional in frustration. I was close to actually crying. I guess I was almost as big a wimp as she for sure thought me.

"Now, stop that, right now," she said, noticing my emotional state. It will be my job to make sure you enjoy this as much as Bill and me. Okay?" Her last words were delivered in a kindly tone; but they did little to calm me.

What was happening to me? Why couldn't I just say no and tell her to get real? Being honest with myself, and I hadn't been up to this point, her ideas were a turn on. That said, they, her ideas, were also terrifying. With my undersized dick, not to mention the rest of my body; and, my insecurities when it came to relating to women in general; I was sure that I was on the verge of losing both the respect of my wife and my self-respect, Penelope's reassurances notwithstanding.

By 4:00PM she'd said; I had to decide by 4:00PM. I looked up at the wall clock. It read noon. That gave me four hours before I had to make a choice. I watched through the kitchen's bay window as she left for her appointment at the salon. I knew she was having lunch with somebody; I wondered if it were Bill.

******

Her gone to her luncheon and salon appointment, I busied myself doing things on the computer. I'd suddenly and finally grown some balls. Her attitude was both killing my heart and making me angry, angry at the both of them. I just didn't have the guts to call her on it. So, what was I going to do about it. I was going to protect myself in case this was nothing more than a prelude to getting rid of me. I might be a pussywhipped wimp, but I was by no means a complete idiot. True I was on the verge of crying my eyes out, but what I didn't want to see happen was the two of them laughing at me as she dumped me. 

Her notion of how to spice up a marriage notwithstanding, Again, I intended to not be a complete fool and just let the destruction of my marriage, if it did indeed came to that, destroy me along with it. My becoming a cuckold might be inevitable, but my economic ruination was not. I had to do something just in case. I headed for my little in-house office; the computer would be my friend. It would be the tool I would sue to set up my economic defenses in case the worst case scenario happened to me.

******

I heard the garage door opener operating; she was home. The door to the kitchen slammed.

"Oscar, can you help me please," she called out.

I came into the kitchen and saw her carrying a load of groceries; the salon had done their job: she was gorgeous, just not for me. I went to her and relieved her of her burden. "Any more in the car?" I said. "Oh, and you look beautiful. Your lover is going to be very pleased. I just wish it was for me." I said this last kind of quietly, but she heard me anyway.

"Oscar! Stop it now. It is for you. You could, should, and I hope will be the guest of honor tonight, not Bill. You're the one who will become a cuckold, my personal cucky; and that's a good thing! And I intend to make sure you are a very pampered cuckold. Okay?" she said.

"And yes, there are more groceries in the car, if you will," she said. "I need to go freshen up. We'll talk in a few minutes." She gave me a frustrated look and headed for the bathroom; I headed for the car.

I was just about finished putting the groceries away when she came back into the kitchen. She sat down and waited for me to do or say something. It was my play.

"I'm gonna be there," I said. "I'm gonna watch, and hopefully just watch. Okay?" I said. She looked down. She seemed to have lost a bit of the confidence that she had displayed earlier in the day.

"Oscar, if you're going to be here. No, it's not all right for you to just watch. At lunch, well, Bill made the decision that if you are going to be a cuckold; you're really going to be one. You will need to serve us, and service us. Please understand, it's part of it, part of you learning your place, your new place in the scheme of things." Well, now I knew who she'd had lunch with. 

"Oscar, it is your fantasy after all. You don't have to be here. But, if you are..." she said. I nodded. I sighed.

"Okay, I guess. I can always run away if I can't handle it. Right?" I said, trying to lighten the moment a little. She just smiled benevolently. "What do I have to do?"

"Follow me," she said. He headed for the guest room down the first floor hall. There were clothes hanging on the closet door hook.

"Put these on," she said. 

It was a suit—no—a tuxedo: bow tie and tails, the whole ball of wax. "What? A tux! I can't wear a tux, honey. Please, not a damn tux, okay?" I said.

"Bill requires it, baby. Don't worry, you're going to get a really good reward if you can just hang in there. Okay?" I was not happy. I wasn't afraid anymore, and I had been. I was humiliated.

******

I answered the door, and he looked me up and down. He didn't laugh. But, he did approve. That to me was worse than outright laughter. I was to be his servant for the evening, and he approved of me. I was his servant for the evening as Pen informed me, and I was to remain silent unless spoken to. I was soon to discover that good 'ole Bill had plans for me.

The party began in the living room where the two of them had drinks, served by me, and made out like a couple of teenagers on the couch. It was hot; I had to give them that. I stood near the couch in my tuxedo and bow tie, maybe five or six feet away; I had a small serving towel hung over my forearm. I had been told by Penelope to just relax and enjoy the show for a while. 

Bill stopped feeling her up for a moment and reached under her dress and began slowly pulling her panties down; she raised up a little so he could slide them off of her. They resumed their kissing and feeling each over up, but now his hand was under her dress and he was obviously finger fucking her; she yelped a couple of times when he got a little too macho with her.

They stood up. Pen turned and looked at me, and then came to me. "You okay, Oscar? I want you to be okay," she said.

"I'm okay, honey, it's just, a little new to me. I'll be okay," I said. She nodded, smiled at me, and gave me a peck on the cheek. The look on Bill's face when she kissed me, even though only a peck, was not friendly. I felt kind of good about that.

They began stripping each other's clothes off, slowly. Finally naked, they stood, in front of me embracing. Their hands roamed everywhere within reach. I could see his finger penetrate her anus; she just smiled at him; Pulling his finger out of her, he sucked it—his finger.

"Ah sweet," he said, and laughed. "Her poop is like candy to me. You ever get any of that?" he said, looking straight at me. He left her standing naked where she was and came to me. He pushed his finger into my mouth. I almost gagged. It was a direct insult. Now, it was Penelope's turn to be not happy; he saw it in her eyes, relented, and moved back to her to avoid any unpleasantness from her disapproval of the way he had treated me. He led her to the couch and coaxed her into a kneeling position with her butt stuck out towards him. 

He knelt behind her and began licking and sucking every part of her. I envied him to a degree I had never envied anyone or anything. He whispered something to her, and she spread her knees wide with her butt even more exposed to him than it had been. All of her charms were visible to the both of us.

She was clearly soaking wet. He aimed the head of his eight-inch cock against her slit and pushed. He pulled out a little and pushed in again, a little farther this time. Finally he drove himself into her. He began screwing her slowly then faster then furiously. Her moans told of the pleasure she was experiencing with his larger than mine cock. Ironically, I was as hard myself as I had ever been. That said, I was more than nervous about the entire scene. 

After some minutes, she shuddered and came and came and came. He collapsed across her back breathing hard. He rolled to his left and sat spread-legged on the couch. She slowly rose from her kneeling position and fell to her knees in front of him. 

She reached forward and took hold of his cock. Leaning in she began sucking it to life; I could see him alternately jerking and shuddering as she tortured his penis. I was still fully dressed and needing relief myself and that in the most desperate of ways. God how I envied him. She stopped sucking, as he seemed ready to cum, and lay down flat on the floor, legs spread wide for him. He started to mount her and stopped.

He looked at me for a moment. "You're a cuckold now, Oscar boy, take your pants off," he said. I looked at him. His words, his tone more than anything he'd done so far, stung me and awakened a resentment in me, a resentment that had been building in me all day.

"No," I said. "I don't want to. I don't even want to be here anymore. I don't want to take my pants off."

"Just do it cucky," he said. "You have no choice." I could see Penelope suddenly take an interest in the proceedings. 

"Leave him alone, Bill, this is all new to him. He doesn't have to take his pants off if he doesn't want to," she said.

"Yes he does. You and I have talked about this. Once he was cuckolded he was to lose all of his husbandly rights," said Bill.

"And I said leave him alone, and I meant it," she said. "If you want to do me, then do me. Otherwise you can go home." He didn't look happy, but he refocused and mounted her. Twenty minutes later he was dressing and didn't waste any time in doing it. He was obviously not in a real good mood, a fact that bothered me not at all.

The door had hardly closed behind him before she came to me. "Come on big boy; it's time for your reward," 

Even with him gone, I felt a little down about all that went on. I felt that way mainly on account of Bill's attitude and the things he'd said about me losing my husbandly rights. But, evidently he had misunderstood my wife's willingness to deny me: I was about to be rewarded and that sexually. 

I was so horny I would have done anything for her just to get a kiss, let alone a "reward." I needed relief. I put Bill on the back burner. My wife and I would be talking about him and his attitude a little later, maybe much later.

I followed her naked form up the stairs to our room. I was grateful for the small favor that at least Bill had not been allowed in there. The living room was one thing our bedroom and our bed were, if not exactly sacred, at least pretty important to me.

I was already shucking my clothes as we entered the room. "God I'm horny," I said. "I can't wait to get inside of you, sloppy seconds or not." She was standing by the bed about to lie down when she stopped.

"Oscar?" she said.

"Yes, yes, I know. You're rewarding me," I said, smiling big time.

"Well, yes, you are getting a reward, my husband. But..."

"But?" I said.

"But, Oscar, you're a cuckold now. I'm afraid you are not allowed to screw me. That isn't what you thought was it? I mean I thought you knew what a cuckold's place was, a cuckold's duty was," she said.

"Huh? What? I can't have you?" I said. I was already down to my underwear and now I stood transfixed by her words. She'd said them almost sadly.

"Oscar, your reward is to eat me. You know clean me up good and proper. I mean with your mouth. You know like in some of your fantasies and those stories you showed me. A cuck can't have real sex," she said. "It's the way things need to be." I couldn't talk; I couldn't move. My cock, hard as a rock a moment before, shrank like a pair of unsanforized jeans in the laundromat's hot cycle. She noticed.

"Oh my, you did think we were going to screw didn't you. Oscar, you're going to love how I treat you, really. Come on my good man, do your duty," she said, smiling broadly, like she was doing me a favor. She laid down and spread herself wide for me to do her with my mouth.

"I can't," I said. "I have to go. I have to go out. I mean, oh, I don't know what I mean." She stared at me. I think she was disbelieving. I picked up my clothes from the floor and began to dress. I was tying my shoes by the time she got off the bed and came to me.

"Honey, what are you doing? You knew what your duties would be. We've talked about them. I don't want to ruin your evening, Oscar, I want to make it good for you. Please let me. Okay?" I finished tying my shoes and stood up." 

"Oscar come on, please. I just need you to, you know, be part of the goings on. I need you to be my good little man, my cuckold. Like we talked about," she said. I looked her in the eye.

"No sex for me?" I said. "None?"

"Oscar, just no intercourse. It's a cuckold's lot. I know you know that," she said.

"Now, come on over here and do your duty. I am filled with his cum, and you need to get it out of me. Come on, now. I mean it," she said. She'd moved back to the bed and laid down on it: legs spread wide and waiting. I looked at her.

"No," I said. "I'm leaving." I grabbed my jacket and my keys and wallet and left. I didn't even look back. I had a lot to think about. 

"Oscar! No! Wait!" she called after my retreating figure.

******

I was sick to my stomach. I needed my woman, but not like this. No sex for me. No sex ever? I wasn't going for it. I couldn't go for it. I needed it. Cuckold or not, I needed to be able to fuck my wife whenever I wanted to, and that was the long and the short of it. But, what if only half a loaf was all I could ever get? Should I throw even that away? It wasn't like women were lining up to get me in their beds. 

I drove around for some time. I was sitting at a traffic light when I looked to my left and saw a Travelodge. I needed to sleep and decided that this would be the place.

The sun was my alarm clock. The shower worked pretty good, and the water was scalding hot, just what I needed. I hadn't packed any clothes. At work I had what everybody called our fatigues. I'd be getting those the day after tomorrow, Monday, when I went to work; but I needed some stuff now if I were going to be staying out, out from my house, regardless of how long that might end up being. 

I headed for K-Mart. Cheap would work, at least in the short run. I parked and went inside looking for the men's section. Odd, but as many times as I'd been in the place, and that to buy clothes, I didn't know where the men's wear was; Pen had always taken me by the arm and led me to where she would essentially dress me for the next many months. I guess I had never paid attention, knowing as I did that I would have no say in whatever she picked out for me in any event.

I asked two floor people where to find what I needed, and soon found myself hunting for my needs through the various racks. A woman behind me, said, "Try these on," and handed me a pair of shorts. I turned to thank her and stopped cold in my tracks.

"Penelope!" I said.

"I was driving around looking for you and I saw you come in here." she said.

"I ain't going back, Pen. I can't deal with the rules you and that asshole have set up for me. But, I'll take the shorts if you think they'd look okay on me," I said.

"They will look fine on you, and you are coming back with me, Oscar. You need me, and I need you. We'll talk about what you want and need in terms of the other thing when we get home. Okay?" she said. Her last words were uttered in an almost a pleading tone. I looked at her for a long moment; I was not smiling.

"I'm not going back if there is no screwing you, and I mean by me. I mean it," I said. "And, no limits. You okay with all of that?" Her turn to stare at me. She nodded in the affirmative.

"Yes, I guess I didn't realize just how hard a requirement like that would be on you. I should have, but I didn't. I do now. No limits on intercourse for you. Okay? Are we good?" she said.

I nodded. "Okay," I said.

We did a little more shopping for me while we were in the store and she bought some women's stuff too. An hour later we were at home. We put the new duds away and headed for the kitchen. Always the kitchen it seemed.

We sat across from each other. "You know the whole cuckolding thing was your idea originally," she said.

"Maybe, but not the way you and good old Bill wanted to go about it," I said.

"Oh come on, Oscar. Everything we did, and planned to do, is in one or another of your web stories, and you know it," she said.

"Yes, and as I mentioned on more than one occasion even then: there were some things that just weren't appealing to me, and you either if it came to that," I said.

"Granted, but the things we did do were all things you thought were hot. Well, okay, maybe not the one thing. I was reaching a little with that one.

"I guess, my husband, that I have to ask the inevitable question,"




Penelope



"Yes?" I said.

"Do you even want to continue with the scene?" she said. I looked askance at her. The question was a fair one. That she was even asking me was a surprise to say the least.

"Under the right conditions, I guess it would be okay," I said.

"Oscar, we need to set the limits here, that, so I know what your limits are. I don't want to risk our marriage again, not for anything, and certainly not for any short term sexual thrill," she said.

"I guess, determining what my limits are will be something to discover over time. That said, I wanna be able to say that I object and have that stop anything that, in my opinion, is especially egregious," I said. She nodded.

"Okay, I think that maybe that would be a good idea," she said. "I mean, the 'I object' part," she said.

"When is the next scene?'" I said. She looked away.

"Anytime. Tonight, if you're up to it. Or, whenever," she said.

"Not tonight. I need to come down from my mental state before I can trust myself with him around. Today is Saturday. How about next Saturday. Would that be all right?" I said. She thought for a minute, and apparently coming to a decision, she nodded yes. I finally allowed myself a smile.

******

All week at work I wasn't worth a damn. I kept wondering if things would really and truly work out for us. I should have said no to the whole scene. But, truth known, I thought it was a hot scene if things were to be ordered well. And, we'd had sex three times during the week, so I was not overly concerned about the upcoming scene with Bill.

The day of truth finally arrived, and both my wife and myself were nervous as hell! 

I was putting some more beer and soft drinks in my small service porch frig when she came downstairs. I looked back when I heard her footsteps and what I saw was a vision. Black midi; four inch spikes; beautifully done nails—hands and feet; makeup that Cleopatra would have envied; and her hair, cascading curls that blew me away. Oh, and the smell of her. 

"You like?" she said. I couldn't speak. All I could do was nod, slowly nod.

"Oscar, can we talk for a few minutes?" she said.

"Sure, I guess so," I said. We adjourned to the couch. 

"I'm a little frightened," she said.

"Frightened? Why frightened?" I said. "I'm the one who should be frightened. Bill? You? What do either of you have to be frightened about?"

"Frightened about how you might react. I mean the last time..."

"I only walked out because I thought that I was going to be denied intercourse, my husbandly rights as he said. Not because of the night in general," I said. 

"No, not that, Oscar. That won't be a problem. It was when Bill wanted to pants you, and you balked. I was afraid then that there was going to be problems. That's why I jumped in and told him he shouldn't push you. I knew you were kind of fragile, all this being new to us. I just don't want to ruin everything because of some silly misunderstanding. This lifestyle, if that's what it is, can be great or us, but it can also be a serious problem," she said.

"I've thought some about that, Pen. I will do better this time. I promise. So long as you keep your promise to me, I will do my best to not rock the boat. Okay?" I said. She smiled. 

"Good. I was hoping you'd say something like that. I think it's time for you to get ready if that's all right with you. He'll be here in an hour. Okay?" she said.

I found myself again in my tuxedo. I made a promise to myself not to be recalcitrant when her lover asked me to do something. And, I hoped I could keep my promise. 

She looked at me. We'd both heard the knock. I glanced at her and went to the door. 

"Good evening, Bill," I said. I slipped to my knees in front of him. I had not told Penelope of my intention to kneel in front of her lover. I hoped it would please her, and, reassure her. It did.

Bill smiled. He handed me his coat while I was still on my knees, and looked over at Penelope and whistled. He went to her and kissed her passionately.

"You look fabulous," he said. Well, she did. She took his hand and led him toward the hall to the downstairs guest bedroom, no playing in the living room this night. Just as they turned, she looked back at me and mouthed me a message. 

"You will be very well rewarded." And then they were walking and kissing and feeling each other up as the moved down the hall. I rose and followed them.

I entered the room but a moment behind them; they were already by the bed and engaged in a very sensual embrace. She heard me and broke from her embrace and came to me.

"Oscar, stand over there, so you can see better. Okay?" she said. I nodded.

"Okay," I said. She took hold of my arm, and stopped me, as I turned to do her bidding.

"Oscar, drop your pants down around your ankles," she nodded toward the spot she wanted me to stand, "but don't kick them completely off. Bill wants to see your penis hanging down or maybe getting hard. Okay?"

I hesitated, but I obeyed her. "Okay," I said. "I went to stand where she'd indicated. I undid my belt and pushed my pants down to my ankles. I followed that by pushing my underpants down as well. I was semi-hard already. I faced them red-faced, as Bill laughed, and Penelope gave me what I could only describe as an indulgent smile. For some reason their looks turned me on and my half sized cock responded. The two of them noticed.

"Is that as big as he gets!" said Bill clearly and actually surprised. She frowned at him.

"Leave my husband alone. Yes, it's as big as it gets. Now leave him alone," she repeated. He scowled, but did as she said.

"Oscar," she said, looking over at me, "don't play with yourself. I want you horny for later. Okay?" I smiled broadly and nodded my obedience. I was feeling pretty good for the totally humiliated cuckold that I was. I did notice that Bill did not share my good feelings. He gave Penelope a hard look, but for the moment he didn't say anything.

Soon the two lovers were naked, but still standing next to the bed. I knew that situation wasn't going to last. I wondered why they were hesitating. I soon got my answer.

Bill whispered in her ear. She pushed back from him a little and had a concerned look on her face. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that he wanted to do something to me, and she was worried about it. She looked furtively at me. I shrugged. She came to me.

"He's asking if I can have you do something for him,,," she started. I interrupted her.

"So long as you are going to keep your promise to me, I will do whatever I can to make this good for you, and, for him too, I guess. And, maybe me?" I said. She gave me a wan smile, but said nothing else.

She took my hand and led me over to him. "Get on your knees, Oscar," she said. I looked at her, smiled, and did what she said.

"Now, my little cucky, I need you t kiss your master's feet," she said. I looked at her and almost choked. I had said I would do anything; she was calling my bluff. Her smile was hopeful. I looked up at him, swallowed hard, leaned down, and kissed his feet one at a time. Straightening up, I started to come to my feet, but Bill restrained me, gently, lightly, but he clearly wanted me to remain on my knees.

"It's time for you to become a true cuckold, I mean a really true cuckold," he said. He waved his cock in front of my face. I paled, I could feel the blood drain from my face. Once again I looked over at my wife. She had a very serious look on her face, but she nodded for me to obey her lover. 

I reached up and took hold of his oversized cock. I licked at it for a moment, and then let the tip slide into my mouth. I began to suck. It was my first blow job. It was humiliating, but thinking about what I was going to get later from Penelope minimized the worst of it. Well, as he had indicated I was a true cuck now as if there'd been any doubt before.

He took control of me by holding the back of my head with both hands while he fucked my mouth. I wasn't ready for it when it came; he flooded my mouth with his seed; I choked and coughed, but I swallowed most of it. He, for his part, fell backward onto the bed half out of breath. 

Wiping my mouth, I looked over at my wife. This time I had what must've been an angry look on my face. She gave me a look that seemed to say, be patient you'll get used to it. I doubted that; I really doubted that. She'd seated herself on the side of the bed as she'd watched him fuck my face; now she came to me.

She knelt down beside me. She had evidently decided to take over where I had left off. Bill lay spread-eagled with his legs dangling over the side of the bed. She moved between them and sucked his cock like there was no tomorrow. The object was clearly to get him up again in order to fuck her; she succeeded totally, and soon he had her spread-legged on the bed and was plowing her fields with great enthusiasm. 

Her moans and gasps were almost non-stop for the next twenty minutes; finally, she screamed as a seismic event engulfed her. I could actually hear her squirting her juices out as he deposited his load inside of her. For the life of me I was turned on—big time—angry at what I'd done, mostly at myself, but nevertheless turned on.

"Cucky, please be so good as to get miss Penelope and I a cup of hot tea," said Bill. Grateful for a chance to get out of the room for a few minutes, I nodded and headed to the kitchen. It took but a few of minutes to brew up the tea and carry it back down the hall to the guest room. As I neared the doorway, I heard them talking and I heard my name. There was a little phone table a few feet down the hall from the room, I set the tea service on it and crept closer to the door to hear what I could hear.

"You told him he could fuck you!" said Bill.

"I had to, he'd walked out. I had to stop him from staying out or he would have cut me off without a dime. He's a mechanic, a good one, and he could just leave and work anywhere," she said.

"No. That is one promise you cannot keep. He gets no pussy. He is allowed to eat my cum out of your pussy and your ass, but that's it. No kisses, no pussy, no blow jobs none of it," he said. "He's not a man anymore; he's a wimp and a cuckold. He gets no pussy, period."

"I have to let him do me, at least a couple of times to calm him down. He's agreed to do his duty when we all meet, like he's done tonight, but only if I let him have me," she said.

"Okay, okay, if you have to let him inside of you, tell him he can only do it when I have had you first. Sloppy seconds for him and only sloppy seconds. And, only a couple of times, after that nothing ever again. You have to train him," said Bill. They were silent for a moment. I could sense Penelope thinking.

"That might work," she said. "He actually gets off on the cuckold scene. He just doesn't want to be denied. He says he can't handle that, and I believe him. Right now he can't. But maybe, handled right, I could train him to accept denial. I guess it's worth a try."

"Yeah, well that's a much as he gets. You gotta get him to accept his place. I'm your main man now, not him. He is only legally your husband; I'm the man of the house, and I don't want him messing with my woman," he said.

"I picked up the tea service and headed back into the room. Inside I looked for his clothes. The two of them smiled at me, their servant. I set the service down, and, taking the pot of almost boiling tea went to his pile of clothes and poured the entire pot on them. The shock on the faces of the two of them was, for me, almost cathartic. 

"What the fuck are you doing asshole!" screamed Bill.

"Oscar what has gotten into you!" said Penelope.

"You just couldn't keep your promise could you, Pen?" I said. She paled. She, the both of them, realized that I'd overheard them.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she said. "Look, Oscar. We, all of us, want a good scene. You just have to try an understand that a cuckold..."

"Fuck you, Pen. Marry the asshole. He can support you from now on. I'm done," I said.

"Oscar! No!" she said. "You can't just leave..."

Good old Bill had finally gotten seriously mad. He jumped out of bed and blocked my way to the door. But, I went to the closet. I pulled down a suitcase and started throwing my stuff in it. I was maybe at it for two minutes while the two of them threw various mouthings at me: she begging me to stop and think about what I was doing, him, assuring me that I wasn't going anywhere under my own power. The whole scene was amusing as hell.

Done packing my essentials, I turned to go. Good old Bill was still naked, and he was smiling the smile of the confident. At six-three and two-forty well he might. But, oddly, I wasn't concerned.

Carrying my suitcase, I headed for the door. He blocked my path. "Move or I will have you arrested," I said. Well, at half his size I wasn't into the hero scene.

"Whatsamatter pussy, not man enough to fight for your wife?" he said. I smiled.

"Well, let me see, Bill. You're eight or nine inches taller, maybe fifteen years younger, about eighty pounds heavier: yeah, that'd be a fair fight, I guess," I said.

"Muthafukka," he said, resorting to his linguistic roots. But, he did finally move aside; he wasn't risking jail over scalded pants. Anyway, his pants were going to be the least of his, their, worries.

******

My leaving was going to make things problematical for the two of them. That because they refused to play it straight with me. They both needed me, and they'd blown it. I was more than glad now that I had taken the measures that I had early on in this little farce to protect myself financially.

I was the one who handled the finances in our home; Penelope, as noted, didn't work, and Bill barely made enough to get by. Originally, I'd agreed and decided that I would do what she asked, the cuckolding scene, because it was a hot fantasy of mine as well as hers; and because I was totally in love with her, pussywhipped actually. Plus, until this moment, I had been sure, at least I think I'd been sure, that she was in love with me. Alas, now I knew different.

Had she not done what she'd done and essentially doublecrossed me, hurt me, things would have been okay. But she had hurt me, and now, as I hammered the keyboard to finalize all of the "just in case" measures that I had set in place when this all started; I was guaranteeing their poverty. It might be a fact that I was being replaced by some big dicked knucklehead, but at the least I wouldn't end up penniless. 

My personal, and unknown to Penelope, bank account, really just a savings account; now augmented by the $133,000 dollars gotten via the second mortgage I'd taken out on my house, would see to that. I was able to do the mortgage on the sly because the house had been mine before the marriage, bequeathed to me by my mom and dad upon their deaths in an auto accident seventeen years before. Protecting myself didn't make me feel better about what had happened to me two days past, but I did feel safer. I would be dining in a different town, no more than twenty-four hours hence.

******

Penelope:

He's been gone almost six months. He's left me; my husband's left me. I've made a huge mistake, and now he is making me pay for it. Oscar is, was, a good man. He's worshipped me from day one, but not anymore. And me? Do I love him, my Oscar? Yes, I think so. It's just that I needed something more, well, something longer and fatter. I didn't before, but now I know what it is, and I do need it.

For ten years Oscar and I shared our sexual fantasies, tried new things, laughed, and had an all around good time sexually and otherwise, even with his miniature dick. The uptick in our sexual lives was the result of him reading things on the net and in magazines of one kind or another. Then, about nine months ago, I met William "Bill" Kristoff: tall, dark, and handsome; eight-inch dick, and outstanding stamina. 

About a week after I'd met Bill in the supermarket where he worked, I ran into him again. He was coming out of the Department of Motor Vehicles where I'd gone to register Oscar's new car. He'd asked me to lunch. Lunch had preceded our going to the Motel-6 near his place of work. Until that day I had never cheated on Oscar. However, that day wasn't to be the last. Bill and I met at least twice a week thereafter. Finally, I sat down with Bill and we made some decisions, plans. We would involve, Oscar. Somehow, I had to get him into the mix. That, or we, Bill and I, would be discovered; and then what would happen would have been what has in fact now happened: my hubby is gone.

I needed what Bill could do for me, and I do mean needed. That first time that I'd let Bill do me made me know that I had to get Oscar on board, involved; and, as I said, Bill and I figured and planned. But the plans failed. I just can't seem to win. And Bill? 

Bill, is a fun guy—in bed—but nowhere near the man that Oscar is in any other way. Bill wanted to take Oscar's place in my life, except for the actual marriage part that is, he was very clear about not wanting to tie the knot with me, ever. That, actually, fit with my desires; I did not want to lose Oscar, not at this stage of my life. Fuck! But that is exactly what has happened.

The knock on the door shook me out of my reverie. "Bill!" I said, as I let him in.

"Yeah, it's me. Any word about wimpy?" he said. He walked past me into the living room.

"Fuck you, Bill. If you hadn't insisted that I cut him off, and incidentally lie to him, he'd still be here. I can't tell you how fucking much I appreciate you fucking up my life, not to mention his," I said.

"Yeah, believe it or not, I'm sorry about that. I know you had a thing for the little guy, dinky dick and all," he said. I gave him a look that should have turned his blood cold.

"Let's put it this way, butthead," I said. "Oscar makes, or made, $75,000 annual. You make, what, twenty-five? How in hell's name do you figure I'm gonna be able to keep up the payments on these digs? I don't work, never have, and you're what? A box boy in a supermarket!"

"A clerk," he said.

"Huh? What?" I said.

"A clerk, not a box boy," he said. 

"Yeah, well, hoopdeedoo!" I said. "I have to find that man and get him to forgive me, and you're gonna help me," I said.

"Hire a detective. He can be found. I'm betting he hasn't gone all that far. Probably not left the state. You've waited long enough for him to call you. It's time to go after him," said Bill.

"I thought of that. At $200 a day and expenses I stopped thinking about it. You wanna fund the search? I've used every spare dollar I could find to last this long. I'm at the end of my rope," I said. He looked down.

"You know I don't have that kind of money," he said.

"Yeah, I do know. But no matter what, I am going to find him. Sooner or later I'm going to find him. You can take that to the bank," I said.

******

"What'll you have today," said Tito. Tito is a Filipino bartender with lots of high tone experience: European and Asian hotels. He invented something he calls the hot martini. He'd open a bottle of vodka and drop in several chopped up Thai hot peppers and let the bottle sit untouched for a week. The result was a bottle of Russo-Thai firewater. Anyone who knows anything about Thai food, knows that Thai hot peppers make the Mexican variety seem like a garnish for ice cream.

"Same as always, Tito, one of your hotties," I said. The Courtyard had been my hangout ever since I left Groverton and travelled across the state here to Fairfield, ever since I'd left Penelope. That'd been ten years ago now as I reckoned. I still wasn't over the woman. God help me; my love for her has proved to be deathless. Almost every day since my departure I've thought about her. Wondered whether she'd divorced me and married the asshole. I'd never had to sign papers, never gotten any news. 




Penelope



Most of the time, I just hung out and shot the shit with the locals. The owner of Studstill Motors, Rodney Studstill, had found me the job. His old army buddy, Arthur Kramden, owned the shop I worked at now. I actually made more now, after ten years, than I had working for Rod. The new place, Kramden Motors was the oldest Chevy dealership in the state.

Mister Studstill had made it plain at the time of my leaving that he understood my situation. His wife had dumped him years before. The good news for him was, that without her constant berating him, he'd made good and that big time. What goes around comes around or something like that I guess. I knew his ex was a travel agent or in tourism in some way; he'd told me, but I couldn't really remember exactly. Regardless, for sure she wasn't driving the Caddy that Mr. Studstill was.

"Got a drink for a poor Mexican farm girl," said Maria. She took the seat next to me and waited for me to answer. Like I had to; Tito was already pouring it. I gave her a perfunctory nod.

"Sure, Maria, how are you and Juan doin' this week?' I said.

"Hah! My cheating asshole of a husband? You mean that Juan?" she said. Maria had a fight with her erstwhile hubby at least once a week. When she did, she'd show up at the Courtyard and share her problems with anyone willing to listen.

"Yeah, that would be the guy," I said, not quite laughing out loud. 

"Well, things are getting a little better: he only fucked around on me once this week," she said. "But, Oscar, how are you doing. Any of those girls you're dating worth a second look?" she said.

"Hmm, yeah and nah. They're fine; it's me that ain't worth stuff anymore," I said.

"Hey shortie, you're not that bad. I consider you very much marriage material," she said. "One of these days, some gal is going to light your fire, and you'll finally be on the path to recovery from that forever heartache you keep trying to drink away."

"Not much chance of that," I said. "I'm one of those who believe that a body gets just one shot at the brass ring love-wise. Blow it and there are no second chances."

"Well, for your sake, I hope your wrong, Oscar," she said. I just smiled indulgently at her.

We drank in silence for a little while. Bernard, had replaced Tito as bartender, who'd had some appointment he had to get to. 

I'd had to signal Bernard twice for refills. After the second time, Maria gave him hell for shorting the alcohol in her drink. He just shrugged and added a little to her sauce.

She was sipping her drink and looking absently around the place. She stopped and folded her hands in front of her on the bar. "I think I might be the winner in that little contest we talked about a bit ago," she said, turning her attention back to me.

"Oh?" I said.

"Yeah," she said. "There's some woman watching you back there." She nodded toward the wall behind us.

"Can't be me; you're the only woman I talk to around here," I said. 

"Really?" she said. Her tone, more than anything else, motivated me to make the effort to turn around and look. Suddenly I could feel my eyes dilating and my pulse begin racing. After ten years with no contact, she was sitting across a barroom watching me. I raised my martini in salute to her and smiled. I turned back to what I was doing determined to ignore her.

I couldn't say now what it was what I was thinking when I turned back around and ignored her. Nor could I say what I expected she might do. I'd had little experience in existential behaviorism; nevertheless, I was making my own choices now and my own realities, so maybe I did. Whatever, her appearance here, now, was nothing if not surreal. Ten years, it had to be a record.

"How have you been, Oscar," she said. I didn't immediately answer or turn around. She waited me out.

Finally turning. "Does it matter, Penelope?" I said. "Why are you here? Big black Billy boy dump you now you're a little older?" Her face clouded. I guess she expected me to be a little more civil than I was in fact being. Well, what the hey, I was still pissed and hurt and without a woman; and I was blaming her.

"You still hate me that much, Oscar," she said.

"Hate you, Penelope? No. The truth is I still love you more than my own life, always will, I expect. That said, dear heart, I am still bitter as hell over what you did to me and said to him about me. Excuse me if I'm a little slow getting over it all." She looked down. I think she was about to cry. She turned and headed back to her table. I guessed the conversation was over.

Maria looked at me, no, stared at me. "That's her?" she said.

"Yeah, that's her. My long lost love," I said.

""She's a pretty woman, but so tall! You're so short. How...?"

"Damned if I know, but it's okay, her lover is a great big guy," I said.

"And black too if I heard you right," she said.

"Yeah, that too," I said.

"You going to talk to her? I mean after all this time. What, ten years, right?" she said.

"Yeah, about ten years," I said. "Talk to her? Why? What's she going to say to me. Hope you're doing well. Best wishes for a long and prosperous life...fuck it," I said.

"Don't be an asshole, Oscar. Talk to the woman. Who knows, maybe it'll lead to something. Or, maybe not; but what do you have to lose?"

"Oh, not much, maybe just the last shreds of my self-respect," I said.

"Hah! You mean ego. Go talk to her butthead. If she is here to shine you on, or just to make herself feel better, call her some dirty name and come on back here, and I'll make you feel better," she said. I looked at her like she was nuts. But, she wasn't nuts, and I knew it. I nodded.

"Okay, I guess, why not. If she assaults me, please, come to my rescue," I said.

"You got it little man. I'll be there for you regardless," said Maria

"Do me a favor will you, Maria. Dump the little man shit, okay!" I said. 

"Okay, okay. Just go over there and do your thing," she said.

She was looking down at her drink as I approached. I guess she sensed me being there; without looking up, she spoke to me.

"I'm sorry, Oscar. You're right. Right about all of it. Well, not about Bill. I dumped him, not the other way around. Too many dollies sucking on the tip of his penis for me to consider having anything long term with him. He's been history for a long time," she said.

I shook my head slowly from side to side. "Why now, Pen? Why now? It's been so long," I said. She snorted.

"You were kind of hard to find is the main reason. I sure didn't have the resources to hire a professional. I still wouldn't know where you were if a friend of mine hadn't spotted you. Veronica Daly, you remember her, don't you?" she said. I nodded, but I wasn't sure if I remembered her or not. 

"She's the one that got me the job I finally landed. I'm a receptionist in a dental clinic; it pays the bills. Not a ton of money, but being single and all, well, I don't need much," she said.

"Yeah, yeah, I think I remember her," I said. "Short redhead, always smiling?"

"Yes, that's Ronnie. Anyway, I don't know why I'm here. Maybe to beg your forgiveness. Maybe something more. I don't know. I just needed to see you. See how you were doing."

"Something more? What something more?' I said.

In a very small voice, she said, "To ask you to come back?" It was a question.

"To what, Pen? Bill's gone you say. Who else has been keeping you company?" I said.

"No one special. There've been a few men over the years, but none have ever slept in my bed—our bed—and neither did Bill, Oscar, never! And, none lasted long enough for it to ever get serious," she said.

"Not our bed but theirs?" I said.

"Yes, theirs, at their houses or apartments. I do have needs, Oscar. But most of all I need you. Any chance?" she said. I stared at her for a long moment. She became a little uncomfortable.

"Wait here a moment," I said. I headed back to Maria. "She says she wants me to come back. Needs me," I said. "What do you think?"

Maria smiled at me. "If you're going to do it, have her come to you, come here, not the other way around. Her response to that will give you some idea of her level of commitment. She comes to live here: she's sincere. She insists you go back there: she's not really committed to resurrecting your marriage," she said.

"Maria, you know, you're pretty smart for a middle aged Mexican haus-frau," I said laughing.

"Haus frau is German, Oscar," she said.

"Oh yeah, I forgot," I said.

"Well?" said Maria.

"Well what," I said. She let her gaze wander toward a teary-eyed Penelope. I nodded my understanding and began the trek back to her table.

She saw me, and she looked nervous. I was feeling sorry for this past love of my life, and I wanted to hold her in the worst way. But, I had a mission: one given to me by the one woman in the world I actually trusted, Maria.

I took a seat opposite her. "No more Bills," I said.

"Huh? What...?"

"No more Bills, guys who make a mockery of a man's love for his woman. Clear enough?" I said.

"Yes. Uh-huh," she said. I watched her eyes. They would be the tell, well, I hoped that they would.

"Anyway, You're saying you want to get back together? No messing here tonight; it's either yes or no," I said.

"Yes, sir," she said.

"Then, you'll be moving here. No delays. No ifs no ands no buts."

She hesitated, digesting what I was saying. "The house? My house?" she said. "I bought it with my own money. Money I worked hard for; I, we, lost the old one. I just couldn't get make the money I needed to save it. So, I don't want to lose my new little place, Oscar. If I come here, can I keep it? You know, rent it out maybe?" she said.

"Hmm? I don't..."

"It's just something I did for myself, Oscar. It's not a place to fall back on; don't think that. It's just, well, something that I accomplished. I'd hate to lose it. Is that okay with you, sir?" she said. I nodded in the affirmative. 

We rented out her house. She did move in with me. We haven't remarried; and, then there was Maria.

******

The first couple of months after Penelope moved in with me were, to put it mildly, well, glorious! The sex was non-stop, varietal, and almost daily. We were making up for lost time.

I was sitting at my usual place in the Courtyard when Maria walked in. She looked grim.

"Want to kill my husband for me, Oscar," she said, as she took the stool next to mine.

"Club? Gun? Samurai sword?" I said. She smiled the smile of the frustrated.

"I caught him again. The bum can't keep it in his pants," she said. "If he ever fucks another woman I will kill him."

"Huh? I thought you said you just caught him again. I mean, oh, wait, a blow job, right," I said. She looked long at me.

"There's something I have never told you, Oscar. Juan is bi. I caught him with another man. I'm his only woman, but..."

"Jesus! You mean all this time, all of these many times, the stories: all about him and other men?"

"Yes. And, it's getting old. He tries to stop; I know he does, but the hormones...," she said.

"I have to ask, Maria. Why do you stay with him. Frankly, you're a very pretty girl. You could easily..."

"Find a replacement? Not with a nine-inch dick and stamina found in few others. No, I'm keepin' him, well, until I finally kill him that is," she said.

"How are you and Penelope doing? You seem content, well fucked actually," she said.

"Good, and I am, and I am" I said.

"Now if you were only bi," she said. She laughed at some inside joke I was not privy to. So, I asked.

"What's so funny? I thought you were pissed at the guy?" I said. She looked at me and laughed again.

"No, you don't want to know," she said. Well, of course with her laughing like a hyena, I did want to know. So I pushed it. Someday, I have to stop doin' shit like that.

"Yeah, I do. Give," I said.

"Well, promise you won't be angry with me," she said.

"Yeah, yeah, I promise," I said.

"Well, I was picturing him boning you," she said, and she started back in with the hysterics. I stared at her in disbelief for some moments.

"Not funny," I said. "I did my bi bit with my wife calling the shots ten years ago, and it wasn't any fun, not for me at any rate."

"Yeah, but it was for her, right?" said Maria.

"I guess. If you don't count it being part of the reason we haven't spoken in ten years. Yeah, I guess she did like it," I said. She was still smiling.

"You and your wife ever talk about your old fantasies? I mean these days?" she said.

"Hell no. We're both afraid it would be the end of us, and I don't want to lose her again, and she doesn't want to lose me," I said. "Better to let the dead stay buried."

"Hmm. Not really. The last time, if you don't mind my saying so, you did it wrong, and with the wrong third party," said Maria.

"What? You want us to take on your hubby or something? Do the cuckolding thing again? Are you nuts?" I said.

"No, I'm not nuts. But you are. And, no, I wasn't thinking about you getting it on with my husband: his cock is way too big to actually do you. Hell, it'd probably kill you, the pain." She hesitated. "But, then again, now that you mention it, it is a thought," she said. "Maybe if he went slow..."

"Fuck you, Maria," I said. Well, I was miffed. "That's all I need is another scene to totally wreck my life, my marriage," I said. "And I sure don't need your husband's dick up my butt."

"Okay, okay, it was just a thought. But, regardless, take my advice and don't let your sex life go stagnant just because you messed up in the distant past," she said.

"Duly noted," I said. I was not smiling.

******

I hated to admit it, but Maria had got me to thinking. Did Penelope still harbor fantasies, desires that might fester like a untreated wound. Something that might eventually do us in as a couple. And, what did I really want out of my marriage, our marriage.

For the moment, all I wanted was to get myself together, to come down from the years of stress and anger and jealousy and despair that had consumed me for so long. But, what of the more distant future. Was vanilla sex and passivity what I wanted, what she wanted.

The truth was that I did still have fantasies. But having them and being able to control them were two entirely different things. I made a decision, Pen and I would be talking; I just had to get up my nerve and figure out how to phrase what I wanted to say to Penelope without screwing up.

******

Breakfast was leisurely and Pen and I were in the zone, a good mood, a mellow mood. I looked at my woman, my beautiful woman. We'd had an athletic evening the night before and I was still pretty drained, but beginning to feel stirrings in my pants. My words with Maria the day before were coming home to roost. Penelope noticed.

"Oscar? Is something going on?" she said. I could feel my face flush. 

"No, no, nothing," I said. I knew from the moment my words left my mouth that they were totally unconvincing. Proof of that was what came next.

"Look, Oscar, I'm not totally bereft of intellectual skills. You have something on your mind, and, I know beyond a shadow of the vaguest of doubts that you want to tell me. So, I'm going to make it easy on you, and let you," she said.

"Let me what?" I said.

"Let you tell me. So go on, out with it," she said. I wasn't quite wringing my hands, but close. 

"I want to try again," I said.

"Okay, I'll bite. Try what, Oscar?" she said.

"You cuckolding me," I said. I'd stopped her with that one. Her mouth was hanging wide open. She looked to be about to have a stroke.

"Penelope? Are you okay?" I said. She did not look well. But, she did get up and walk out of the kitchen. I sat there with my foot in my mouth. I considered that better than having her foot up my ass, which at that particular moment in time, I thought to be more than likely to be the case shortly.

I'm not sure how long I sat there wondering what was going to happen next or if I had completely blown it with her. It sure as hell wasn't the reaction that I was hoping to get, or, reasonably thought I might get. 

I got up and headed into the front room. She was there looking out the bay window. Her hands at her sides, she stood stock still. She must have heard me come in: she addressed me without turning around. "How do you see it happening," she said. She finally turned to see me.

She'd surprised me. She didn't ask why. She didn't become indignant over my obvious one-eighty in the matter. Just, "How were we going to do it?"

"Not sure, but carefully," I said. She nodded.

"It almost destroyed us last time. I couldn't go through that again, Oscar. I'm not sure that this is a good idea. The whole fantasy, your fantasy, my part in it: it's so risky," she said. "What if you catch me saying shit again like last time. I probably will, you know. I won't mean any of it, but say it? Probably."

"We'll have to talk, I guess. Work that out. I'll have to be less sensitive, and you'll; well, have to be a little more considerate. I don't think that it's the impossible dream for us to figure out how to do it right," I said.

"I have to ask, will this be a real full blown cuckolding thing, or, will there be some set in stone limits. I need to know about that up front, Oscar. If I deny you intercourse like a true cucky would be denied, are you going to run out on me? If the man, my bull, says something that's a little insensitive are you going to pack up and leave me?" she said.

"Pen, I'm not sure I can do the full blown thing. I might try, but in the end, well, I just don't know," I said. She looked away.

"If we do this, if we go this way, I mean all the way, I have to be the one to lead, Oscar. I'm the woman. I'm the one doing the cuckolding. You'll be the cuckee. If all you want to do is play the game; well, we can do that, I guess, but for me at least it doesn't seem all that exciting," she said. "Still, that said, I'm willing."

"Wait," she said. "I take that back. I am willing, but only willing to try it short term maybe a month or so. Then, if it looks like you can deal with being a real honest to goodness cuckold; then, and only then, will we get involved with the scene again. Fair enough?" 

"No, yes, a shorter period, but not only a month, maybe six months. A month wouldn't even be a real test. For six months I will be a real 'honest to goodness', as you say, cuckold; no limitations. 

"Really, no limitations? For six months?" she said.

I looked at her, swallowed big. "Yes," I said. "If we, I, you, have to change things, you know, set limits..."

"Then we will," she said. 

At least I was being left with an out. If it didn't work in the short run I, we, could back out. Right?

"Okay then. How do we pick my bull?" That was a surprise. She was allowing me some latitude and say in the situation. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. I had the sense that she wanted to do things right this time, really right.

"I'll take care of that part. Then, if I fuck up I certainly couldn't be blaming you," I said.

She gave me a look and smiled. "Okay. Just please make sure that he's not too ugly," she began giggling. Then she turned serious.

Oscar, what if we can't make it to the end of six months, What if at the end of, say two months, you can't handle it? What if the bull turns out to be a bad one? I mean..."

"I am committed to six months, Pen. If it doesn't work out; then, it doesn't, and we go back to how we are now. My only real concern is the intercourse thing, the denial part. That might very well be too much for me. If that turns out to be the only fly in the ointment; well, we'll make an adjustment to let me have you—what—periodically, maybe once a month or something. Okay?" She smiled her agreement and nodded. 

"But, you have a point about the guy. If the Bull turns out to be a real shitass like good old Bill; we'll just dump him and get someone else to finish out the six months. But, regardless of who the bull is, I will be wearing my cuckold's collar for six months no matter what," I said. "Okay."




Penelope And The Woman Of Her Dream



Penelope Josephson sat shivering on the bus which was to take her the three hundred miles from her home town to the city where she was to start work as a cadet accounts clerk- Officer she corrected herself- Accounts Officer and hopefully start on her journey in adult life.

It was the biggest thing she had ever done in her life and she was terrified. It wasn't just the 'going to be on her own' part of it (although that was something she tried hard not to think about) but rather the prospect of not having her mom in her life to guide her. 

Her mother was her rock. She always had guided her and as in many way Penelope's mom was an older version of Penelope with the same timidity and shyness coupled with that dogged determination her advice was always easy for Penelope to take tempered as it was by her mother's keen understanding of what Penelope could deal with and what she couldn't- especially what she couldn't.

It had been her idea and when she told Penelope the poor girl had fled to her bedroom to lie on her bed curled up in a ball with her head under her pillows. Gradually she had brought Penelope round to the point that she finally agreed it was a good idea for her to go- even if she really actually um didn't want to go at all.

However there she was on the Greyhound, her mother and sister watching until the bus moved off ...then they were gone. As soon as they were out of sight she missed them. She missed them so much and felt miserable. Her mouth drooped and a tear formed in the corner of one eye. Soon after a matching one tear formed in the corner of the other eye. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and turned her face to the window with a tissue so she wouldn't sniff sand let anyone know how upset she was.

The thing was that she knew she had to do it. Her mom couldn't support them all and there wasn't any work in her town. Not real work. So she had to go to this big city where she had no friends and somehow make a life then maybe she could put some money aside to send back to help her mom out. That was a nice thought and it cheered her up. In any case something good might happen. Her mom had told her something good was 'bound to happen' and that 'it always did.' 

"Bound to 'was more than Pamela dared hoped for; she settled for 'might.'

Now she felt, well the word is virtuous; she also started to feel drowsy. The bus swept along with the gentle repetitive movements and before long she had fallen fast asleep.

The bus stopped at other towns along the way and at the second of these Wilma Fitzroy was waiting. A woman of thirty Wilma had been visiting her family and was now going back to her real home, to her life, in the City.

No she wasn't. She was going back to her apartment in which no one waited. After the break up with Raylene she had felt so down and on a whim had gone back expecting a cuddle and some words of encouragement from her mother and one or two from her dad.. Then it would be OK. She could get back on the horse so to speak and carry on but it hadn't worked out that way. She revealed that she was a lesbian and as she talked their expressions changed. 

They had looked at her with narrow eyes as she told them. Her father had got up from his chair, turned his back on her and slammed the door on his way out. Her mother lectured her on 'a woman's responsibilities' and the 'selfishness of what she was doing' adding a mention of the perverted life she had chosen.

Then she too had walked out leaving a shell shocked Wilma alone at the table.

She has screamed at them through the walls hating them for what they had done to her but still wanting them to rush back in and hug her, to tell her it was fine she was still their daughter and they loved her no matter what.

But they didn't.

She spent the longest night of her life in her old bed and had rung for a cab hours before the bus would be there just to get out of the place.

For all that strangely the visit hadn't been a complete waste of time. Their utter rejection of her choices and also of her had forced her to decide how committed she was to going ahead. Quite capable of absolute bloody mindedness herself she was now implacably convinced that she was right; that being a lesbian might not be for every girl but it bloody well was for her.

She tried to read to fill in the time while she waited by reading but she couldn't. More than anything what she understood from her night of hell was that she was alone. Not that she didn't have friends but they weren't significant others. Her heart didn't skip a beat when she thought of them; they were friends. Friends who had a significant other and she was outside of those relationship. 

What made it worse was that her rocks, her parents, were not in her corner so if it got bad, as it had been, she couldn't go to them. It was terrifying, even at her age to know that. 

She had put the book down, finally, and closed her eyes thinking of what she wanted- or rather who she wanted.

Someone younger would be best because she was a Bossy Britches. That brought a smile. Yes she was the organizer so in this ideal relationship her partner would be younger and placid.

That didn't sound right. "Partner" it was such a prim word; it reminded her of the equally prim PC 'siblings'. "The girl I adore" that sounded better. "My better half" or "my lover" came to mind as well. 

In the end she decided on "she". She revised the 'placid' as well. In fact she discarded it deciding instead that she wanted someone to love and regardless of if she was a fiery little thing or a gangly tall girl or a whatever what mattered was the chemistry. 

"Bossy Britches," she muttered under her breath and she felt another smile.

The bus was due in a few minutes and suddenly she had to go. She got the last cubicle and was walking back into the waiting room as the bus pulled up-perfect timing.

It meant a lot to her this coincidence of the bus arriving as she was back from the bathroom; she saw it as a sign that things were going to run her way and felt a surge of hope in her chest.

With her luggage stowed she climbed on board to find somewhere to sit. There were about half a dozen empty seats as far as she could see. She was looking to see whom she wanted to sit by and she saw her. A sleeping girl who had rested her elbow on the sill and leant against her arm pressed up against the window. Wilma sat next to her. The girl was so soundly asleep that she didn't even seem to notice her sitting down. Wilma was very aware of her though; she had butterflies in her tummy and her throat was dry.

When she had sat down she had looked around exchanging smiles with her fellow travelers before bringing out her book and propping it open on her lap to begin her reading. A little while after the bus had got underway again Wilma turned towards the window pretending to be fascinated by the view. The fear was there again. God she hated that. Why couldn't she just look at this girl and not have to worry about what people might think?

She wished she was a lot braver than she felt at that moment and it was with a churning tummy that she sneaked a good look at her, the girl with whom she was besotted. She was pretty in a girl next door way. Slim with mousy brown hair in a pony tail, just a coat of school girl cheap pink lipstick and a little eye shadow. Every fiber of Wilma's body tingled as she studied the face. Wilma knew it- she was the one.

She wanted so much for her to like her and as the girl slept beside her Wilma went all out to make herself beautiful. No, she was beautiful already- she knew that- she wanted to be spectacular. She wanted this Anne or Helen or Ashley or what ever her name was to see her and fall for her.

That was so pathetic, she decided. She hoped the girl would like her and that that it would go from there. Only she didn't; she wanted so much more; she wanted sparks, passion, with candlelight dinners and dancing, just the two of them in their own little world. Quick phone calls snatched through the day and that tingling as she waits for the next call and to feel the tears in her eyes as this girl who is her life says those words: 'I love you.' 

She worked methodically keeping her pounding heart under control and limiting herself to one furtive glance only after she had finished a part of her make up. Each time she glanced she hoped as hard as she could that she would stay asleep until she had finished.

Her luck held again with a stirring next to her as she had just finished getting her hair just so when Penelope did wake up. .

She had dozed thinking of her life to be. Wondering about her new room at the boarding house, what everyone would be like at work and how quickly she would pick things up...if she would make any friends. 

Sleep, the deep sleep she was in when Wilma had sat next to her came with her favorite dream. It stemmed from an incident on a school camp when she had grazed her leg and Miss Manuel had wiped her leg clean then put a big plaster over the graze. There had been nothing sexual in it and Miss Manuel wouldn't have thought any more about it but it became, for Penelope, the door to a world of sexual fantasy, lesbian fantasy which she enjoyed very much. In her dream she was always hurt in some way and a beautiful older lady would tend for her. Naturally the ministrations would grow to a passionate embrace ending in the lady making love to her usually with a strap on. 

Penelope woke but kept her eyes shut just a little longer; she smelt perfume. Turning she saw Wilma and was stunned, not only at her beauty but at how much she was like the ladies in her dreams, in fact she could quit easily have stepped out from one. However as in real life Penelope was painfully shy her look was timid and inquiring. 

It simply melted Wilma's heart. She looked at Penelope quite unable to hide her feelings for her and delighted the anxious uncertain Penelope with the smile that broke out on her beautiful face. 

Penelope smiled back. She was utterly beautiful Wilma realized; a pure spirit.

"Hi, I'm Wilma, like in the Flintstones," she said softly introducing herself and making light of her name which she truly hated. It just made her sound middle aged. The girl (thankfully) hadn't appeared to have noticed anything wrong with her name at all and her face had lit up when Wilma had mentioned The Flintstones.

"Oh Hi," Penelope had started ", I'm Penelope like um, well I'm not sure. It isn't a very popular name mine...sorry."

If the earth could have opened up for her she would have been very grateful. How could she be so stupid? In front of this lady- from her dreams! She would find somewhere else to sit. After this disaster what else would she do? Oh and she'd talk about her to the woman she sat next to and point at Penelope winding her index finger round her ear with them nodding patiently at what a stupid girl Penelope was.

She wished she were back at home in her bedroom.

"Penelope? That is such a pretty name and, so feminine." 

She heard the lady say the words and her heart jumped.

"Really?" she asked anxiously ", Do you think so?"

"Of course and besides a name is a name; just a word it's what you are that counts."

"Is it?"

"Yes, always." 

She smiled and shrugged. .

"Slow down,' she told herself ", you're acting like a school teacher. Oh God she's just so perfect."

"Oh, hey, I think it is, don't you?" 

She had smiled and closed her lips once the words were out.

"I think so, mind you having a pretty name would help," Penelope replied after a short period of reflection.

"And you don't? Try going through life as Wilma."

She said it "willmah" and rolled her eyes.

"I guess."

She smiled properly now; a radiant smile of pure delight that lit up her face and nearly brought Wilma to tears.

God she was still perfect.

They had clicked and both not only wanted the other but knew she wanted her as well. It was the most amazingly warm feeling Penelope thought and she glanced at Wilma with a face of pure delight. Wilma had to tense to restrict her expression to just a mild smile. She was euphoric. This was the one. She didn't just sense it, or hope it or even project it; she knew it. With every single fiber of her being she knew it.

Aware of not drawing attention to themselves they got on with their individual activities. . Wilma took her book from her bag and sat with it open on her lap. Penelope, who had been well supplied by her thoughtful mother, brought a copy of Teen Scene from her bag and also a Tupperware container filled with (Economy Brand) mixed nuts. 

She opened the container and held it out for Wilma to take some.

She did, saying thank you and popping the nuts in one by one as she concentrated on her book. Soon after she had finished eating she closed her book then bent down to get a packet of chocolate coated marshmallows from her bag. It was cellophane and she had to rip it open. Penelope was watching and somehow Wilma trying to open this stubborn packet apparently made of extra strength cellophane from the Planet Krypton had her in tears as she tried so hard not to chortle.

Wilma, still stressed, and now red in the face, held the packet out for her.

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Now it was her turn to feel like an idiot. Gutted she waited.

Penelope reached over, ignoring the bag; her hand went to Wilma's forearm which she held gently, stroking it with her thumb.

"It's just a silly packet," she told the humbled older woman ", and I don't even think I could work out how to open it...it looks very strong."

She mouthed something after and it looked for all the world like 

"Love you," to Wilma.

Wilma mouthed ", love you" back to see Penny's face light up. Yes, she had it right.

Heartened Wilma brought out her cashmere travel rug. It was a good size as travel rugs go and it covered them both from half way up their fronts to the floor. It felt wonderful to Penelope; so soft and light but also warm and cozy- like being under the covers with Wilma.

She loved the sound of Wilma's name saying it silently over and over and feeling her mouth make the movements. Wilma adored her. It was the first time anyone had adored her and it was something, she decided happily, that she could easily get used to. Wilma had spread the rug over her taking such care to get it just right for her.-her forearm had brushed Penelope's breast as well- that had been nice.

Penelope had held on to the packet and the Tupperware container while Wilma had done the rug.

Neither had said a word and both knew what to do. After the rug Wilma had brought some more candy as well as two sipper bottles of fruit juice for them from her travel bag. Naturally one was for Penny (it was actually for later in the trip but right then 'for Penny" was just fine) and she drank from the other one.

Again they went back to reading with the food on the rug in the hollow between them. More time passed then Penny held a cashew up in front of Wilma's mouth. She rolled her eyes at Penny but instead of just giving it to her Penny had wagged her finger and re presented the cashew.

Wilma gave in turning her face up and opening wide so her darling could drop it in. It was massive in the relationship of course and afterwards Penny had hunkered down and looked for all the world like a little girl who had done something terribly daring and is waiting to hear what her mom or her teacher has to say.

In reply Wilma took her hand and kissed it. She got a succession of nibbles presented to her and did the same back to Penny. When they had finished they again sat as two individuals but Penelope was glowing.

Lovers games; that's what they had been playing she decided- lovers' games. 

She really and truly was the lady from her dreams she decided- only even nicer. Under the rug she put her hand across the few inches and, taking all her courage in her hands, touched Wilma's leg. Her hand rested there as Wilma smiled at her then leaned across to whisper.

"That's nice."

The hand gently caressed Wilma's thigh with the finger tips running down to the side of her knee, over the knee cap then back up along the top of the thigh. Wilma sighed and breathed out. Her hand slipped under the rug and covered Penelope's pressing it to her skin.

If there was any doubt before about what both wanted in the relationship it was gone now. Wilma drew their hands up from under the rug bringing Penelope's to her lips and kissed it.

She slid them back under and now sat turned in feeling Penny's bare leg pressed against hers. Both has eased their skirts up and pulled them up from under their bottoms. She trailed her fingertips up Penny's thigh to her panties. The fingers slid over the panties to the waist band and slipped under.

Penny held her breath as the fingers slid down her skin to her hair. She wished she could have shaved but her mom hadn't believed in it and with no reason for anyone to make inquiries about what she had down there Penelope had never done anything about it.

She wished she had.

All she could do was splay her legs as the finger tips combed through her hair to the top of her slit. She looked at Wilma, smiled timidly then closed her eyes and waited. Wilma slid her fingers down with the big finger slipping into the wet channel.

She rubbed in the slip a few times then let the finger rest in the wetness before hooking it and probing into Penny's vagina. She pushed in then wiggled her finger widening her lover's opening. All the while she had watched Penny's face. Her eyes has widened when the finger had probed then closed as she had sunk down in the seat.

Her lover's hand was in her pants! No, it was in her pussy. It felt wonderful in there but it couldn't be there long. Not on a bus for gosh sakes.

It wasn't. Wilma gave it a few more seconds then slowly drew her finger from Penny's vagina and brought her hand too her lips. She sucked each finger then cleaned her hand with a wipe which she put in a plastic rubbish bag in her travel bag.

Penelope got two wipes from her bag and slipped a hand under the rug to wipe her pussy then put them in the rubbish bag in her travel bag. Her mom had sent her well prepared.

Time stood still. The next stop was forty five minutes away and it seemed like forty five days. Somehow, though, they lasted and though they longed to hold hands they didn't; they got off at different times meeting as if by accident at the café. The queued for their meals then took their trays to sit opposite each other at a table off to one side.

They ate fast saying little for fear of being overheard.

"Lets have a look at the shops," Wilma suggested, just a little loudly, once they had finished.

"Well just a few minutes I guess," Penny had replied much more quietly, knowing that all eyes were upon them.

They moved as two women with no rapport between them might towards the door. Wilma stopping to speak briefly to the driver while Penny got to the door on her own and feigned annoyance that this woman was wasting time.

It was quality acting and it fooled no one- although they weren't to know that.

They moved twenty yards away.

"Oh I wish we could be alone and, well, just talk," Penny told her.

"Me too...there's so much I want to tell you...so much I want to hear about you..."

"Well I love you. How's that for starters?"

"Oh, I know that," Wilma tossed her head back and moved along as if there was something of far more interest in the window display.

Penny moved with her and when Wilma stopped she kept moving stopping only inches from the other woman's face.

"God I want to kiss you so much," she murmured and from inches away Penny breathed,

"Oh yeah."

Without realizing it Penny had tilted her face ready for the kiss.

"They're in love! Look at that and tell me I'm wrong," Martha Simmons the smiling granny who had occupied the seat behind them declared triumphantly.




Penelope And The Woman Of Her Dream



"Certainly looks like it," her friend Eileen Cosgrove mused with the other three ladies nodding.

"So what do we do Martha?" Eileen asked ", they're not breaking any laws."

"Any of man's laws Eileen; any of Man's laws," Martha replied emphatically her voice low as she built to her climax ", but they are breaking God's law. They stand condemned."

"Not by me," the speaker was an elderly gentleman accompanied by his wife.

Mildred had warned him not to let things get to him but this was intolerable. He had kept his tone calm but inside his pocket his hand shook.

Eileen heard the voice and turned to see who had spoken, she knew immediately that this gentleman was a man of quality and old money; he was way above her station and though she knew she had overstepped the mark the spirit of the self righteous carried her on. 

"Oh sir and you approve of them do you?"

"I neither approve nor disapprove young lady, I also do not seek to deny them the pursuit of happiness a fundamental right guaranteed by the United States Constitution and one for which many brave Americans lost their lives . Nor, I would suggest, should any of you. "

The delivery was mild but the force was electrifying and the shattered group dispersed in silence.

Mildred held Geoffrey's hand.

"One of these days you silly old goat," she thought squeezing it ", one of these days..."

She couldn't be angry with him; he'd always been her hero and never more than right then.

Oblivious to all this Penny ( she was now officially Penny because that is what Wilma wanted to call her) and Wilma ( who was still Wilma because Willy had some unfortunate connotations.) had moved apart a little still clinging to the belief no one had worked out how close they were. They had covered a good hundredth of what they wanted to say by the time the driver whistled for them to get on the bus and back to their seats.

It felt like home for Penny (she had decided she much preferred 'Penny') who scooted across to her side and waited impatiently for Wilma to sit back down and put that rug over their laps. She did and in an instant Penny's head was resting on her shoulder. Penny felt her tense and rubbed her arm.

'They know," she said softly.

She looked up to see an anxious look on Wilma's face.

"Look where that old lady was. She's gone. And didn't you see all the smiles? They know."

Wilma looked across to where the elderly gentleman sat at the window with .his wife in the aisle seat. She looked up from her knitting, winked and went back to her stitches.

It was Penny's first kiss from a girl and she had to admit she rather liked it. She was also required to say in detail what it was exactly about the kiss that made it so hot and unforgettable. Then the older lady hugging her mentioning, quite casually, that she would really quite like to know, if it wasn't too much trouble, what made her in particular such a wonderful woman to be with and how much she would enjoy the next kiss from this fabulous beautiful woman.

Wilma had never been so happy- ever. She didn't give Penny a chance to finish being far too impatient for the next kiss; which was every bit as good as the first one. After it they sat with Penny against the window turned in so Wilma could sit , hip to hip with her, her legs over Penny's and her arms round her neck. For the next hour or so they alternated between whispering sweet nothings and kissing.

It was perfection, Wilma decided. The role of the guiding hand, the wise older woman, had ended with the stubborn wrapper, for which she was so grateful. She wanted to be in love with a woman not mother a girl and Penny was showing strengths and courage she had had no idea she possessed. After all, Wilma reflected, impressing herself with the impartiality of her memories, who was it who had her head up seeing things while she herself had had hers down wanting to get back on the bus and back to their little haven all the while hoping no one had noticed? 

Yes, it was perfection. There was no doubt about that. No doubt at all. It was just neat holding hands; it was just neat kissing too; now that was fun. It was, it was, it was, quarter past four. Fuck!

The bus would get there in twenty five minutes. Then what? Penny had some boarding house to go and stay in. They wouldn't want her to see anyone and she would get involved with her job and go out with the girls there. She might even meet someone. So what would that mean for her? Would she be another memory? 

"I'll always remember, um, Wilma..." Penny would say in later years then give a hilarious depiction of their bus ride to the beautiful young woman hanging on her every word and watching her anxiously; desperate to know Penny no longer had the slightest interest in this strange sounding older woman.

It was time to straighten up. She moved back to her own seat leaving Penny's jaw on her chest.

"We'll be there soon so I thought it might be an idea to get things away so we're not rushing at the last minute," the tone was brisk and utterly devoid of affection.

She worked efficiently folding the rug and putting it in its carry bag. The remains of the marshmallows followed with the book last.

There hadn't been a lot really.

"Finished?" Penny demanded not trying to hide the annoyance in her tone.

"Yes, yes I think so, other than just straightening my clothes and I would imagine my hair is a mess. I'll need to get something for my dinner tonight but that needn't concern you of course besides they provide meals at that Boarding House, don't they? They usually do and probably good food most likely. And who knows? You might meet someone more your own age too. Someone to be friends with and go out with, maybe meet some hot guy... there's so much going on for a girl your age Penelope."

"Wilma!"

"Yes?"

"Wilma!"

"Yes?"

"Wilma! Don't you fucking dare!"

"You might like to keep your voice down Penelope, people might stare."

"I will talk as loud as I want. We are not getting off this bus and going our own fucking way."

She shouted the words at the top of her lungs and in the silence everyone strained to hear Wilma's reply.

In a tiny voice she managed

"We're not?"

"No! My God! I love you, you, you hopeless creature you! How could I leave someone so ill equipped for life on her own as you?"

"Haven't you worked it out honey?" the voice came from Mildred who had come over to perch on the arm rest and now had her arm round Wilma as Geoffrey looked on in awe from his seat across the way.

'That's my girl," he thought proudly doing a high five in his mind for her.

"She loves you. Now Wilma, where are you going when we reach the city?"

"My apartment- I guess."

"You sound so keen," a back rub then ", and Penny, where to for you?"

"Where ever Wilma is," Penny replied the voice precise and the tone firm.

"Don't you want to go to your apartment Wilma," Mildred asked softly, a plan in mind.

"Not really, I broke up with someone and the memories..."

"Well why don't you young love birds come and stay-"

"With me," the voice from the front of the bus was emphatic.

It was Martha and she moved with surprising speed down the aisle to where they sat.

"Look, I was hard on you girls before, way too hard and this gentleman here showed me how wrong I was. I've been thinking things over ever since and well I have a room for you. It's a lovely big room that we had for our mother and she hated it because she knew she was being put there to die and she didn't want to give up, do you see? Do you? Because we didn't, we thought she was just being ungrateful for all we were doing for her and she should just eek out her last precious days in her nice bed with the view of the garden I spent months working on for her and...look it's a lovely room, with it's own ensuite and there's heaps of room to store stuff and I'd love to have you guys come and stay with me... just till you're ready to find a place if you like or longer maybe?"

Penny decided yes and Wilma agreed. She was getting used to just agreeing with Penny and also getting used to trusting Penny's judgment which she had to admit was better than her own.

There was a group hug once they had disembarked with curious onlookers watching an elderly couple hugging this group of motherly women and a young girl with what looked like maybe an aunt. It was all a bit confusing really but the onlookers weren't really interested and the scene passed from their minds.

It stayed in Wilma's mind and helped balance out the devastation she had suffered from her parents. Previously she hadn't realized how badly she had been hurt and the moment she had decided she was going to lose Penny had brought it all back to her. The time when Penny had pointed out that they had been accepted sent a wave of relief right through her but the way Penny had declared herself and the offers from Mildred and Geoff followed by the one that had everyone in tears, including the driver, from Martha had seen Wilma get all her confidence back. She had way more confidence now as what she had had before was untested hope. This was real; it felt much better.

She thought of clouds and sliver linings on the cab ride to Martha's place but not for long. Martha had put Penny in the middle, Wilma had got in and made sure her hip was against Penny's with Martha getting in on the other side to flank Penny. It was Penny's turn now as a whole day of drama's caught up with her. She had thought she was fine without realizing that she was living on her nerves.

There's always a trigger and for Penny, of all things, it was the sound and feel of Martha closing her door after her mother hen performance of checking everything was just right before they headed off. 

Poor old Martha was prepared for absolutely everything- except that. Still she did her best as Penny snuggled into Wilma and shook with the force of her sobs. It was only fifteen minutes and they were there- to the cabbie's profound relief. By that stage she had calmed down but was still on edge. They got her inside and curled up on the sofa then went back and brought in the rest of the luggage.

"I'll run a bath," Martha told them and presently they heard the sound of the taps running. While Wilma cuddled Penny Martha humped the suitcases down to the bedroom and put them at the foot of the bed for the girls to open. She popped into the bathroom and checked on the bath. The water was just right. She assumed they would get in together and was allowing for the displacement of two bodies.

Two naked bodies.

"Stop it Martha," she told herself but it was, sadly, a lost cause. 

Heart rending altruism wasn't the only reason she had wanted to get them home; Martha had had a moment of insight on the bus and it had to do with her true sexuality. She saw that she wasn't in contempt of the girls because they were lesbian lovers at all. No, she was jealous of them because they were lesbian lovers. Penny's emphatic announcement followed by Mildred trying to offer an alternative had worked unexpectedly but perfectly with what Martha truly wanted although when she spoke she had denied the feelings she was having focusing on more wholesome and meritorious things rather than deliberately concealing them. The result, as you will already have deduced, was the same.

She turned the taps off, put a foot mat on the bathroom floor, then went and got two cotton robes for the girls to put on after their bath. 

"The bath is ready but Penny sweetheart you need to ring the boarding house. They're expecting you and they'll be worried. They know you were coming as a single girl and all the world watches over single girls hon. OK? "

She had caught the despondent look on Penny's face.

"Well I can ring them if you like but just be here with me in case they want to talk with you. You're going to have to surrender the money you? Your mom? Your mom paid."

Another forlorn look as Penny thought how hard her mom had worked and saved to put that money apart from the weekly budget.

"Honey your mom wanted to get you here and have somewhere to stay. Well you are here and you have somewhere much nicer than a boarding house and safer."

Penny now looked puzzled.

"Yes safer. Where do you thing criminals out of jail with no where to go are put? Or recovering drug addicts?" she was going to go on to sex offenders next but Penny was now quite white and she had achieved her aim. 

"Mom never knew that," the tears had started.

"No, well they don't let on; do they?"

A shrug followed by a shake of the head and Penny staring at her to see if she had given the right answer.

"Not everyone is as honest as we are Penny. Oh God come here."

She parked beside her and let Penny collapse in her arms as Wilma looked on. She knew Martha had fed her darling a load of tripe but she wanted Penny to stay with her at Martha's place. Without being able to put her finger on it she had really good feelings about Martha and her house.

Meantime Penny was leaning on Martha. She had had to be so strong for Wilma and it had drained her but Martha didn't need anything from her not that she wouldn't have comforted Wilma a hundred times over of course but it was nice to have someone she could lean on too.

Martha rang the boarding house first. Yes they were concerned but all was well now it appeared. No, there wouldn't be a refund there were strict rules around that as had been explained to Mrs. Josephson.

Martha and Penny shared a high five then Martha rang Penny's mom Carol. She told her they had met on the bus and that when Penny had told her about the Boarding house her blood had run cold.

"Why?" Carol had asked horrified.

Martha told her. This time she was more kindly towards the criminals and drug users generously adding that the experts have decided they should be ready to rejoin society.

She let her voice trail off and listened. Carol was panting. Finally she heard a deep breath.

"Where is she now? Oh this is just a disaster. She didn't want to go, you know? I insisted, oh my poor baby."

"Carol," Martha's voice was calm.

"Yes Martha," she didn't want to upset the lovely woman- this Saint.

"Penny, sorry we call her that now, is just fine. Look what I was going to say is that she is here with me and another lady Wilma and she will be staying here. Now do you have a pen? Good I'll give you the numbers and my email and do you have Skype? That's a shame. Well Penny will be sending money home soon and maybe we could buy the camera and get you all sorted. She's here do you want a word?"

Martha and Wilma discreetly left the room as Penny spoke with her Rock. 

Martha showed her round the place with their room last.

It was perfect. A large rectangle of a room at the head end of which was a king size bed, beautifully made up while along the side walls stood two chests of drawers and a vanity, all in walnut. French doors opened onto a low brick patio from which one stepped down on to a small area of lawn fringed by the garden.

Wilma opened the doors and went out onto the patio then across the lawn to touch the plants in the garden.

"It is so beautiful Martha; you really are a God send."

"Oh, I'm not perfect Wilma. I wish I was."

"We know you're a lesbian Martha. Is that what you mean?" she was teasing and the smile on her face left no possible confusion of what Wilma thought about that.

"I'm a bloody con artist you mean."

"Well that too."

They hugged.

"I feel like I'm home."

"You are. Now let's get that girl of yours and you in that bath."

They went back up to the lounge where Penny was still talking.

"Hang on mom Wilma's here. Wilma I've told mom I am in love with you and we are going to be living together here in one of Martha's bedrooms and it is not temporary. OK?"

"Um, hi Mrs. Josephson it's Wilma here." Wilma said nervously.

"Oh Hi Wilma," she heard back and she liked her.

"Mrs. Josephson look it just happened. There's so much I can say but I'm in love with Penny. I have never met anyone like her and I know she loves me. I hope you don't mind Mrs. Josephson-"

"Carol. My name is Carol. I don't mind one bit Wilma. Why should I? She's found someone, she's got somewhere to stay that sounds just wonderful and she can start her new life. That was what I wanted only this is better than what I could organize. Give my love to Penny and I'll let you go, I hear there's a big deep bath waiting for you girls."

She nearly added 'to share' but thought that was being a bit cheeky. So her Penelope was a lesbian? Her mother would hate that.

"My granddaughter the lesbian." She would make the pronouncement and follow it with a lecture on Carol's parenting skills. 

Carol went to her other daughter's room and sat with her on the bed.

"Penny is a lesbian," she announced.

"I know," Jessie told her with that 'where have you been' look girls seem obliged to give their mothers in these matters.

'You never said?" It was statement delivered as a question.

"I think I am too mom. Not with her or anything but well there is a girl at school and..."

"That's fine love, I hope it all pans out the way you want and I'll be here to listen when you want to talk about it or, anything?'

"Ha ha. You're the bomb mom. At least I won't get pregnant."

Carol laughed.

"Well yes there is that. Anyway Penny sends her love to you and I'll leave you to it. Whatever 'it' might be."

Her daughter, very unexpectedly, hugged her tight and kissed her- on the cheek.

As she closed the door and walked back down the hall Carol found herself wishing that the kiss had been on her lips. 

Back in the lounge she poured herself a sherry and put her feet up on the couch. Goodness, everywhere she looked there were lesbians- all of them happy from the sound of things. Her hand slipped under the elastic waist band of her track pants then under her cotton panties. She closed her eyes and let her mind drift faraway as her fingers slipped in further. 

Wilma and Penny were in the bath which was very deep due to Martha insisting on topping it up with hot. Martha was in the bathroom as well so she was in there and as a matter of fact she wasn't wearing any clothes either.

There was a story behind that. Penny had stripped off in the lounge then had stood with fists on hips looking pointedly at Wilma who, as always, had given in to her Penny and stripped off too.

They were stunning- in Martha's humble opinion. Wilma was statuesque while Penny was tall and willowy. Their clothes lying strewn over the floor looked as erotic as anything Martha had seen and the sight of the bottoms swaying as they walked casually across the lounge was burnt into her memory instantly. However, quite the trooper, she recovered and had been in the bathroom to get the water just so and when it was had gone out because she didn't want to push her luck.

"Martha!" Penny had shouted from the bath tub and Martha had gone back in nobly trying not to peek.

"Oh Martha could you please check in here to see there aren't any sex offenders and recovering alcoholics in the bath with us?" Penny had asked sweetly then given her a dead pan look.

Oh.

"Ok. You got me copper."

"Well come on," Penny insisted as the other two grinned ", you might want to get those clothes off I would imagine. It's quite wet in here."

Which is how Martha came to be naked and how, when Penny decided she had had enough Martha got to be in the bath with Wilma.

Getting to strip off with these two watching had Mavis's hands trembling with the excitement. She could feel her nipples; they were so hard and her pussy was open- she knew it. And they had been watching all the time; Wilma encouraging but Penny was like a kid unwrapping Christmas presents. It was pretty amazing to have a girl her age excited about her body Martha had thought to say nothing of being instructed to do a twirl- twice.




Penelope And The Woman Of Her Dream



Then they had pulled her giggling and shrieking into the bath with them. They were as intimate with her as they were with each other and her fears of being the spare evaporated. Fondling was the order of the day and Mavis got to indulge her wildest most ungodly fantasies.

Presently Penny got out and looked at herself in the mirror tiles o n the opposite wall. To be precise she was examining her pussy.

"I'd like to get mine shaved- or waxed." She observed thoughtfully 

"Me too," Martha replied ". You know I've heard about that Brazilian thing they do. I'd love that with no more bloody hair in the way."

"I have mine waxed," Wilma mentioned modestly feeling very pleased with herself.

"It's yours is it?"

"No my darling it's yours and if mine's is yours; yours is mine and I want my pussy waxed."

"Fabulous, can we do it tomorrow. Martha? Can we share your pussy love?"

Martha had gone quiet as the third will sometimes do. She perked up though.

"Are you sure?" she asked standing up in the bath so they could see while she maintained appropriate amounts of discontent in regards to her lower lips department.

Both assured her it was 'bloody perfect' with Wilma reaching up and idly toying it while Penny reached across to brush her fingertips through Martha's thatch and finding her clit. Martha stood manfully with legs just a little wider- for balance- as they toyed with her. She lay over Wilma loving the feel of that strong arm pinning her and the little kisses Wilma gave her. She had been responding to the stimulation but now her mind ran free. She thought of the women she knew and tried to imagine one who might accept her friend Martha as a lesbian. 

It was a list of one but she was her dearest friend. Meantime Wilma had moved on to her nipples and at this point had pulled Martha's right nipple all the way out and jiggled it.

"You wasted how many years, sausage?" Wilma asked her.

"Too many," Martha replied finally. The smile was forced.

"Is there someone?" Wilma the queen of failed relationships and false starts asked her.

"There might be...oh look it's that lady on the bus, the shorter one, Eileen?"

"Eileen? Oh she's lovely I think she'd be interested...ring her now," she enthused as one on a mission might tend to do ", come on, well after we get out of the bath, but ring her. Tell her; tell her you've been doing nasty things with us and...no?"

"No," a smile ", maybe a gentle approach might work better."

"Ring her now. Tell her we were here, tell her we are out and out lesbians, you've gotten naked with us and you miss her. Make it exciting Mart your way sounds like a knitting pattern swap meet."

"Will it work? What if she calls me a disgusting pervert? What then?"

"The sun will rise in the fucking morning Martha," the voice above them snapped.

"My God you fossils really take some beating. Grow a fucking pair Marty and just tell her."

"You think?"

"We know- Wilma here is an experienced lesbian seducer."

"OK, I will."

Well that was a huge decision taken care of meantime somehow Wilma had managed to get Martha's left leg so that her calf was at the back of her neck and was working her cunt. It was such a disgusting word but in her secret world where she was the extreme femme it was one she used- a lot.

They were on their own; Penny had watched for a few minutes and had then announced that she would be making a tour of the house on her own as they were obviously far too busy.

"Left hand top drawer," Martha had told her casually- impressing herself with her nonchalance.

Penny had winked at her and glanced at Wilma. Just a quick glance it had been but they were so tight it was unbelievable. That decided it; she adored them both but she was the third person there and, try as they might to include her .she would always be number three.

"I'll do it," she announced out of the blue and took heart from the huge squeeze she got in reply. 

They let the water out lying there as it drained away like little kids who don't want to get out while their mother waits impatiently with the towel. 

Dried they went in search of Penny finding her on their new bed. She had found one of the toys in the left hand drawer Martha had mentioned and it was now vibrating deep inside her vagina.

She made a great show of opening her eyes and focusing on them; first Martha then her darling.

"Stop it!" Martha had screeched.

"For God's sake close your legs or I'll go insane."

"She says such lovely things," Penny said speaking straight at Wilma with a significant look in her eyes.

Wilma poked her tongue at her.

"Well?" Penny asked. 

She had sat up and swung her legs round to be propped on her right arm.

"I'm going to."

"Yaay. OK here, with us and trust our judgment in this matter young lady."

"God you are so bossy Penny! She's right Doll. You'll be fine. Honest to God. I just have such a good vibe about this. Oh shut up!"

Penny had rolled her eyes at 'vibe' which Wilma had rather liked as a scene setting word. Even if it was just a little dated and possibly hackneyed. Martha had understood perfectly.

"I'm terrified but I'll do it. I hope we're right."

Wilma rushed off to get the portable off its stand while Penny sat cross legged with an arm across Martha's shoulders. Eileen's number was on speed dial, she pressed four and waited.

"Hi hon." they heard. (Penny had put it on speaker)

"Oh hi Eileen dear," Martha replied her face set with the tension.

"Where are they?" Eileen asked, adding ", we all thought it was just such a neat thing for you to do taking them in like that. In your mom's old room I suppose- bit of privacy for whatever they want to do I would imagine?"

"Um, well yes they are and, um, so am I."

"Well that's nice honey ...was there anything else or did you just call to say hello?"

Penny wagged her finger menacingly then changed her hand shape to a spanking one.

"Eileen?"

"Yes dear?"

"Well I was wondering-"

We were wondering," Penny corrected her sternly.

"Um we were wondering if you might like to come over-"

"Now," Penny told her interrupting again.

"What's going on there? Are you OK?"

"No," Penny declared dramatically ", no Martha is not OK at all Eileen."

"Why? What's the matter?"

"Well, let me think Eileen, hmm, she's naked, she's had her most intimate places licked, stroked and kissed. What else? Oh yes, she's done the same for us and she loved it and the only thing that will make it any better for Martha is you being here Eileen. Anyway she's too much of a chicken shit to tell you so I will; she loves you and she wants to hold your naked body against hers and ..."

"Martha? Is this true?"

"Well yes, I did-"

"Not the snogging for fucks sake girl! Me. Is that bit true?"

"Yes it is Eileen," Martha felt as if her soul was being laid bare but carried on ", I've done a lot of thinking about lots of stuff and seeing Wilma and Penny together made me think of who I might want and there was just one name on the list Hon; yours."

Martha could actually hear her heart beating as she waited for Eileen to speak.

"Wow. That's pretty big honey, are you sure? It means huge changes in our lives."

Martha cut her off.

"It means going from existing to living Eileen. It means having something to look forward to for me. It means looking forward to holding you in my arms and jolly well telling you I love you. That's what it means and if other people don't approve they can go jump."

"I have waited so long to hear those words you ninny. OK I'm coming over. Oh and Martha?"

"Yeah Hon?"

"Love you more. Bye." 

She said it like a little girl getting the last word in and left the three of them grinning.

"She sounds neat babe," Penny told the woman thirty plus years older than her thrilling said woman in the process.

"She is Pen, she's, she's the one; always has been," she smiled thinking of her friend but her reverie was short lived.

Wilma, who knew a thing or two about newcomers to the scene, stood, pulled Martha up by her arm then sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Martha forward across her lap. It happened so quickly and now Martha had her head and arms flopped down and her tummy over Wilma's lap.

She tensed, waiting as the hand on her buttocks roamed and squeezed. It was so silly, really! No, she would just ease off and there'd be no more of that nonsense. Wilma, though, was watching and when Martha tried to push off from the floor gave her a sharp smack on her bottom. She easily had the measure of the older lady overpowering her with the strength of her push. Martha tried for a few seconds more then gave up.

Now she flopped, her body limp, and waited. The spanking started, some warm up swats to start then the slow regular smack, smack, smack of Wilma's palm on Martha's butt. Martha felt her buttocks quiver as she was spanked. Her cunt was wet and so was Wilma's leg.

"I want to see your cunt my little slut; spread your legs."

Obediently Martha spread her legs hoping a hand would go down there. It did. Her breathing got heavier and her orgasms started. Upstairs in the kitchen Penny could hear each smack and even the contented noises coming from Martha. Wilma thought of that Penny thought proudly. As she tidied up the dirty clothes and straightened the cushions on the couch she thought of how the day had passed. For a long time it felt as if she was riding a wave, going along with it but not in control but after she told Wilma what was what it had seemed more and more as if she was in control of her own destiny. It was a feeling she had never had before; it was rather nice.

Three hundred miles away Carol had finished her session on the sofa. She had had her eyes closed most of the time but she was almost certain that Jessie had watched her from past the hall door. She hoped she had; it would be nice to have a relationship of equals with Jessie. A more honest relationship and now there was just the two of them maybe it might happen.

What did that mean though? It was all very well her coming up with PC words but what would their relationship be? When she had spoken with Penny before she had made some comment about how much like her she was and how different Jessie was to herself then something about how much Jessie liked her.

She hoped it was a lot because the truth was that most of her fantasy had involved Jessie. Now, though, it was after nine, Jessie was most likely in bed and there was another morning on its way. It was time for a shower, time to stop this incestuous nonsense and think no more about it. 

She was still horny though and after a few more strokes she decided to slip everything off where she was, drop the lot in the clothes hamper then have a nice hot shower and cover herself with her towel as she darted part Jessie's door to her own room. Naked she detoured to the laundry to drop her clothes off. Coming into the hall she saw that Jessie's door was partly open. It was odd because Jessie usually had her door closed.

Maybe it was different now there was just the two of them? Maybe Jessie hadn't wanted her sister seeing what she was doing and now she was gone it was different. Her heart in her mouth Carol moved towards her daughter's bedroom. She peered round the door and there she was; naked, on her back with her legs wide open and her fingers deep in her pussy.

With her fingers deep in her own pussy Carol moved into the room. She got a smile from Jessie that told her everything then lay on the bed in her daughter's arms. They kissed first- then they talked.

Penny had the place looking pretty good even if she did say so herself. The table was covered in plates with all sorts of goodies on it, she had raided Martha's wine rack and taken both bottles but there were some bottles of cider, individual bottles of boutique beer (entertaining the fussy relatives was Penny's guess) and finally some bubbly.

She had the music sorted; an LP by Enya was going to start as soon as she heard Eileen's car pull up. 

"Hello," she would say graciously as she opened the door ", do please come in."

By a cruel twist of fate it didn't quite work out like that. On hearing a car pull up outside their place she moved swiftly to the record player then realized she had no idea how to work an antique from the seventies like this. Undaunted she brought her intelligent assessment of the possibilities and soon the haunting sounds of Enya and the Celtic pipes filled the air.

The haunting smell of Eileen's perfume filled the air too and the arms of her naked lover were wrapped tightly around her. Watching from across the room Penny had to admit it was a much better result than her plan. After hugging Eileen Wilma had moved across to stand by Penny next to the record player. She had missed her so much and slipped an arm round her waist. They just turned in towards each other and kissed. 

Then they watched.

Eileen had taken a little longer than she had anticipated. The first outfit didn't last long; nor did the second. And within ten minutes she was in tears; the room seemingly knee deep in discarded clothes. In the end she decided to start with underwear. She had a naughty set her daughter had given her a few years ago when she had .told her she was thinking of joining a dating agency. That had sparked Denise's matchmaking instincts- hence the saucy underwear.

It comprised a half cup, bra, an impossibly tiny thong which simply disappeared as well as the usual matching garter belt and stockings. Naturally it was in black. This time when she put it on she was a good deal more enthusiastic and the disappearance of the thong was a reason for rejoicing rather than irritation. The half cups had her nipples exposed and that decided on her dress. The only low cut one in her wardrobe. She fiddled with the bodice to get her cleavage just right.

Martha had opened the door stark naked. Eileen could see she had had an orgasm, maybe several, not long before and as they hugged she had let her hands stray to Martha's butt- which she had always admired- and it felt hot. It wasn't the time to ask questions though what with the girl she had so longed for now pressed against her, her arms round Eileen's neck while her own were linked under Martha's bottom.

Martha had said nothing. Eileen held her in her arms and knew she was hers. She moved her hands up so that she held Martha's face in her fingertips then moved her to receive a kiss- a first kiss. They paused with lips almost touching. Martha with eyes closed and heart just pounding felt Eileen breathe gently on her face and then their lips touched and they kissed as only those who are madly in love can.

Eileen's carefully selected outfit was soon on the floor and she had had the pleasure of full on snoggs with both Wilma and Penny. Wilma served the drinks with everyone helping finish of Martha's extensive wine rack and getting just a little tiddly as a result. Wilma had dragged the squabs and cushions of the furniture and made a circle on the floor. They lay in the circle with Eileen speaking first while the others listened.

She told them what she thought of her 'marginally taller friend" of how their lives had gone , how the fun girl had turned into this prim scripture quoting killjoy and how she had longed to have her old friend back.

She had looked many times as the narrative- which was much longer and disjointed than the overview I'm giving here- unraveled into Martha's eyes as she made point after point or brought back this or that memory. Tears filled Martha's eyes as she was forced to remember just what she was. The soreness of her bottom was a blessing she found; she had been thinking of how she had been and having been spanked made her feel in some small way that she had atoned- a bit anyway- for the cow she had been.

"Anyway, I love you Martha and I don't want one night with you I want forever with you," she had finished and as the other's blinked furiously Martha had thrown herself into Eileen's arms with the two squeezed tight and their bodies shaking. The fusing lasted a while but then they were up and dancing, swapping partners as they swayed back and forward kissing the lips in front of them before moving to the next one.

At two they decided it was time to go to bed and they kissed good night before retiring I their pairs.

Carol and Jessie had fallen asleep a few hours before. They were lovers now and were lying naked in each others' arms on Carol's bed.

In the morning they would sort things out (throw a lot of Carol's stuff out is what that meant) and move Jessie's stuff in. Jessie's room would remain Jessie's room for all intents and purposes; it was just that she wouldn't be in there- unless she had a friend over.

There was more to moving at Martha's with Wilma and Penny going through Wilma's apartment and stripping it bare. At some stage their own place would be nice but not just yet. Right then living as a half of a four with Eileen and Martha seemed pretty darn perfect. They took some stuff to have with them; put her furniture in the basement at Martha's and gave other stuff away. It took two days very hard work and they were exhausted after it but happy.

On the Monday Penny had her first day at work. She started with filing and posting statements. In the afternoon she posted that day's invoices and late in the day did her first lot of data entry work. At the end of the day her supervisor took her aside and told her she was very pleased with how she had worked and that she was glad Penny had chosen her company to work for.

She was a strong efficient person who as far as Penny could see, knew absolutely everything. Mrs. Taylor plainly didn't suffer fools or mistakes so to have those words from her had Penny glowing the whole way home.

There was one little thing underneath it all though. On the enrolment form in the part Marital Status she had put single. It was a lie and she felt guilty about it the whole day. It denied Wilma, how much she loved her and it denied what she was-a lesbian. On her arrival home she did her best to sound enthusiastic about her first day and, as usual, fooled no one.

In the end they agreed she would tell the truth. If that meant she lost her job well there was always the Plan B. Eileen and Martha had announced that with a fair amount of significant look exchanging between them as they did. Wilma simply worried for her darling and wanted singlehandedly to make everything better for her but then she always did.

Penny advised of her correct status at her start time and was sacked by ten thirty. She had sat numb while the Personnel Manager told her that "in light of her belated admission' she would not be suitable for this company and her employment was terminated forthwith. He got her pass tag from her and before she knew it she was on the pavement. 

Penny felt empty. Having this job had been a part of what made her confident; it had made her feel that she was in her relationship with Wilma as a self dependent woman but now what?

She decided to walk back to Martha's place; it would take longer. The longer the better as far as she was concerned. At twelve though her cell rang, it was Eileen.

How was her day? What did they have her doing now? Wasn't it exciting starting a new job? There is so much to learn; isn't there? But you'll get...and after prattling on like an idiot (as she told Martha later) Eileen realized something was very wrong.

Bubbly Penny was so quiet. The answers were flat one word affairs and when she tried to sound positive it was even worse.

"Where are you darling?" she asked gently.

That was when Penny finally collapsed and sobbed heartbroken as the cell although not at her mouth picked up every sound to lash Eileen and bring the complete guilt she felt for poor darling Penny being in the this horrible situation.




Penelope Layne



She started getting nervous on the drive to the hotel. She caught herself biting her lip and checking her nails to make sure her manicure still looked perfect. It should, she had just gotten a full mani-pedi last night. She forced herself to breath deep and relax. It wasn't like this was the first time she had ever met a man for a first date, but the little butterflies in her stomach had her feeling like she was the freshman cheerleader who had just been asked to the Senior Prom. The questions kept surfacing: What if he stood her up? What if he was not like his description? What if he smelled? Or had bad teeth? Or onion breath? She forced herself to pay attention to the road and the drive to the hotel.

It was a nice hotel, one of those with "Inn" in the name. Not top of the line but not a cheap little one-star job either. She was early, very early, if she really wanted to admit it but she wanted everything to go as smoothly as possible for this first time. So she was getting to the hotel a couple hours early. It would give her time to relax a little and get everything set-up just the way she wanted it.

She almost couldn't believe it was happening or that she was finally going through with it. Thinking back it was hard to believe that she had only put the ad on that website a week ago and she was already on her way to meet a man at a hotel. Last year she wouldn't have dreamed of doing anything this daring but what is the point of living life if you don't do something interesting with it. She had recently graduated from college and was working an entry-level position with a company but really wasn't enjoying it as much as she thought she would. The work was mundane and didn't challenge her at all. She wanted to like it, but it was the same tasks every day and she was already finding herself working on autopilot half the time. She knew she didn't want to keep doing it and thought she wanted to maybe go back to school and work on a Master's degree, but with the economy the way it was she was just happy to have something that paid the bills and still let her explore her options.

Besides having a dull job and settling into the responsibilities of the nine-to-five grind and paying bills, her dating life (and more importantly her sex life) was nowhere near what she would have liked. So, she decided to do something about it. At this point she really wasn't looking to get tied down into a long-term relationship; she was just enjoying life and having a good time exploring what the world had to offer. It wasn't like she was drop-dead gorgeous but she wasn't anywhere near ugly either. Sure she could have worked a little harder and really gotten some muscle built up, but she liked having some curves and the way most peoples' eyes followed her when she walked past, it seemed they did too.

Meeting guys in the bars had stopped being enjoyable even before college ended and she always seemed to meet the same type of guys. They had different hair, bodies, and faces but underneath it all they seemed to be cut from the same cloth. She would flirt, dance to bad techno music, have a few drinks and then end up having some okay, but less-than-stellar, sex with a half-drunk guy whose belief in his skills was vastly out of sync with reality. And none of them seemed to get the hint that she didn't want a relationship with them. She had lost count of the number of times she had had to tell them to stop calling. Sure there were a few that were worth dating and she had enjoyed her time with them, but she just wasn't ready to settle down until she was sure she was ready. 

Of course she had heard all the horror stories about what she was doing. It was part of what had made her hesitate to go through with it right away. She had started thinking about it and doing her research months ago. She had read the reviews and looked at all the different websites out there before narrowing it down to the one. It seemed the safest and had the most thorough verification and safety practices for the members. She looked at other profiles that were out there and spent time tweaking hers so it was descriptive and hopefully alluring without giving any real information or giving a false impression. It helped that the website had a standardized template to enter a lot of the basic descriptive information, too. She had done her homework on the Internet reading several articles and websites on how to be successful and safe. There was so much out there and so much to learn! Finally she picked a few pictures that she felt accented her physical traits the best and still kept her face hidden, it wasn't like she would want anyone at work to stumble on her profile and recognize her. 

After first loading it to the site and making it live she nervously checked in several times a day seeing if there were any messages—even though the site would forward notification of any activity on her page and would send along any e-mails (she had decided not to put her phone number on the actual page just to keep a little more safe). It wasn't very long before she got her first messages. They varied all across the spectrum. Some were quite graphic, some assumed a level of familiarity that obviously didn't exist yet, some made her a little nervous, some were short little one lines that didn't say anything, but a few were interesting and polite and got her attention enough to respond. After a few exchanges with some of the guys, she had decided to take the plunge with George Reeves. 

She had checked up on him to be as safe as possible. She knew he had passed the safety checks from the website and she looked to made sure he wasn't on any of the do not see lists she knew to check out and he had even given her the names of a couple of other ladies from the site he had met in person so she could contact them. She could have gone further and asked for more real and verifiable information like his real full name and where he worked, but she knew that many of the guys out there weren't comfortable giving out there information until they knew you. Obviously they would be just as worried about meeting a stalker as she was. And really, who would think that Penelope Layne was her real name; parents weren't that cruel were they? He was definitely outside of her normal range of guys—mid-fifties, slightly balding and a touch of a belly according to his own description after she had inquired. She gave him points for his honesty and also for not immediately going into a description of his genitalia as so many of the guys had done. His messages were well written and he seemed well-educated and articulate which were definitely qualities that were different from her college hookups.

They had arranged the meeting for Friday evening and to be safe she gave him her Google Voice number and told him to call a little before the scheduled time of the meeting. That way if something went awry, all he would know about her was a number that she could easily get rid of and was tied to a Gmail account that she had set up using Penny's info. She had heard that a lot of people used throw-away phones and things like that, but it seemed a bit costly when you could easily get a number for free and even make calls from your computer.

She finally arrived at the hotel after a short drive since she had chosen one on the other side of town for the meeting, again caution won out over convenience. The check in went smoothly and simply since she was paying cash for the room instead of using her credit card. She had a room with a lovely view of the parking lot on the side of the hotel so she could come and go using the side entrance instead of the lobby if she wished. She got her key and went up to check out the room. As expected it was nothing fancy but definitely comfortable. In the corner was a small table with two chairs, a couch along the wall, a nice flat screen on the wall (not that she expected to watch a lot of TV), and a king-size bed with a very nice down comforter. She turned into the bathroom and checked out the shower. It appeared to be recently updated and had a nice large shower and, after turning it on to confirm, very nice water pressure.

Before leaving the bathroom she put her hair care and make-up products on the sink and headed out to the main room. She unpacked her small bag as she wandered around. She put a couple of bottles of water on the dresser, put a few toys in the bedside drawer in case things went either really well or really not well along with some condoms, and then laid out her chosen outfit on the bed. He hadn't requested anything special so she had chosen a nice floral print sun dress, a matched set of white bra and thong panties and, since George had mentioned he liked them, a pair of sheer stockings and a garter belt to match. She had a nice but simple pair of white heels that would go well set next to the bed to slip on to complete the outfit. She placed a few scented candles around the room to get rid of the smell of cleaning products and also to set the mood a little.

Seeing she had a little over an hour before he was supposed to arrive she decided to spend her time getting ready. She stripped off her driving clothes, hid them away in a dresser drawer with her bag, made sure her phone was on and her Google account was set to forward calls to it, and headed for a quick shower to clean up and settle her nerves. She set the water to a nice hot level and climbed in. She had to admit for all the nervousness she was also very aroused and excited by the upcoming meeting. It was so far outside of anything she had ever done and though there were risks involved they too added to the excitement. 

She slowly and luxuriously allowed the heat from the shower to soak into her while she washed her hair and soaped up her body, admittedly spending more time than was necessary making sure her naughty bits were thoroughly cleaned. She had made sure to shave her legs and pussy the night before but took out her waterproof electric shaver to touch it up and make sure it was perfectly bare and smooth with just a nice patch of hair on her mons. The buzzing of the razor so close to her sex only heightened her awareness of how much she was looking forward to the meeting.

Climbing out of the shower she dried off using one of the plush towels provided by the hotel and wrapped her hair with it. She next got out her body lotion and massaged some into every inch of skin making it silky smooth and soft. She couldn't help running her fingers across her body reveling in the feel as they glided across. She got out her hair dryer and used it to clear the steam from the mirror and then used it to dry and style her hair leaving it mostly loose and not overly done up. She put on a light amount of make-up leaving her skin looking natural rather than overly done up and just as she was finishing her phone rang. Glancing at the face she saw it was about half an hour before her date with George and the call was coming from her Google account.

She smiled before answering, "Hello, this is Penny."

"Well hello, Penny, it is nice to hear your voice. This is George," she was greeted by a nice baritone voice that was only slightly different than what she had imagined his voice to be like. "I'm headed your way and wondered what my final destination would be."

"That would certainly help both of us I imagine," she chuckled. She gave him the name of the hotel, "Do you know how to find it?"

"I know where it is and should be there in 25-30 minutes. I will give you another call when I get close."

"Thanks, I will be waiting," she smiled as she hung up. 

"Seems he has done this a few times before," she thought.

Until now she wasn't sure how she would react to someone who had done this a lot and found it more reassuring and actually helped to settle her nerves a little bit. If it had been someone completely new to it like she was they wouldn't have known any better how it was supposed to go, but she had been unsure how she would react to someone who knew what they were doing.

Her make-up and hair done, she decided to enjoy just lounging around naked for a few minutes before getting into her outfit. She hopped on her notebook for a few minutes checking some e-mails and browsing. When she had about ten minutes left she put away the computer and got dressed. She started by sliding her stockings on one at a time and smoothing them up her legs. She put on the garter, made sure the straps were straight, and clipped them to the tops of the stockings. Next she pulled on her panties over the garter and worked into her bra. She dropped the dress lightly over her head and smoothed it down while she slipped into her shoes. She checked herself in the mirror for a moment and was very pleased by what she saw. The light fabric of the dress hugged her curves and the white of her lingerie was just visible through the thin fabric giving a titillating glimpse of what was hidden under the dress.

In short order her phone rang again. Recognizing George's number she greeted him again teasingly, "Hello, sir, are you getting close?"

"I am about a half mile away and getting more excited by the minute."

"Well then, we'll have to do something about that. I am in room 257. It might be easier for you to take the back entrance."

"That is quite thoughtful of you, I will be coming soon."

"Not too soon I hope," she needled. "See you in a little bit."

She smiled as she hung up the phone and moved to the window to see if she could spot him as he came in. While she did that she put in a call to her friend Dawn telling her to call her in two and a half hours if she hadn't called before then. She then set the phone to silent except for the special ringtone for Dawn's number. She believed in safety first, but there was no need to have undue interruptions either. As she finished she saw a rather ordinary looking middle aged man approaching the door of the hotel. He matched the description she had from George and decided it was probably him so she put her phone on the nightstand and moved towards the door. She was rewarded with a slight knock shortly after. 

"Just a second, I'll be right there," she called. 

She stopped to check herself out in the mirror, replaced a stray hair or two, and smiled at herself before moving to the door. As she got there she looked through the peephole and as she expected saw the man from moments ago. He was waiting patiently in the empty hallway. As she opened the door his face broke into a large, friendly smile as he saw her for the first time.

"Well, Penny, I must say it is my very great pleasure to meet you in person."

She smiled demurely as she motioned him into the room and closed and latched the door behind him. "The pleasure is definitely mine," she replied as she turned to him and gave him a nice long hug in greeting.

"Don't you look stunning," he replied causing her to blush slightly. "I saw your pictures on the website, of course, but you are much more beautiful in person. Do you mind if I make myself a little more comfortable?"

She shook her head in a slight no as she motioned towards the table and chairs. He took what looked like a card out of his pocket and set it on the bureau under the television then set a bottle of wine on the table and took off his jacket. 

"I came right after work. Would you mind preparing a couple glasses while I go freshen up?"

"No, go right ahead, I'll get it open so it can breathe," she replied seeing that he had also set out a portable wine steward. 

She turned to follow him and he thanked her with a brief peck on the cheek as he passed her the glasses. As she worked the cork out of the bottle she heard the shower kick on. She decided to make herself a little more comfortable to greet him when he came out and took off her dress hanging it up in the cabinet. She began to slip off her shoes, but caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror as she began to bend over and realized they really pulled the look together.

She heard the shower turn off as she straightened up. She went over to the table, grabbed the glasses and moved over to wait on the sofa with her legs stretched out along its length and her body casually draped on the arm. He emerged from the bathroom a short time later in his pants with his shirt hanging open loosely in front, but in his bare feet and running a towel through his closely trimmed hair to finish drying it. He had fibbed a little in his description. If he called that a little overweight, she would hate to see what he called skinny...the man didn't have washboard abs but you could tell he worked to stay in shape.

"Wow," he stammered as he looked up and saw her laying there. "It may be cliché, but I could swear an angel fell from heaven."

"Just come on over here and help me with these heavy glasses," she blushed.

He smiled and dropped the towel as he approached, then lifted her legs and slid underneath them letting them come to rest across his thighs as he reached and took one of the glasses from her. 

"Here's to meeting new friends and pleasant times," he toasted. 

They lightly clinked glasses and shared some light chit chat as they got to know each other a little and sipped their wine. When he had finished his glass, she set hers aside as well even though most of it was still there. She wanted to make sure she kept all her senses intact during the meet. The entire time they were talking, she felt herself getting more and more aroused as the anticipation of what they both knew was going to happen continued to build. With a quick glance towards his trousers she could see he was getting excited too. Since he was being so gentlemanly she decided to make the first move. 

She sat up, took his glass and set it on the table then leaned into him and kissed him deeply. Their lips pressed against each other as she traced his lips with her tongue and ran her hand along his chest. She casually teased a nipple while their tongues tenuously touched and their kissing grew more intense.

She broke the kiss and smiled at him as she continued to excite his now erect nipple. She kissed her way down his neck and chest opening his shirt to fully expose his sparsely furred chest. She ran her fingers through the soft, thin hair and continued teasing one nipple with her hand while simultaneously wrapping her lips around the other and giving a playful bite. He let out a sharp "Oh!" in exclamation but didn't make any moves to stop her or even really squirm. Deciding to fully take control she moved in front of him on her knees and kissed his way down his abdomen. She let off from plying his nipples to run her hands along his sides and massaged his thighs as her lips approached from the opposite direction. 

Feeling the fabric of his trousers under her lips she quickly unfastened the catch and opened them exposing a tuft of neatly trimmed hair. He had either left his underwear in the bathroom or had gone without all day. 

"Let's just get this out of the way then, shall we?" she asked him while peering up at him with her half lidded, sultry eyes.

He quickly lifted his hips and helped her slide them down and off his legs. She lifted his feet and slid the pant legs off first one, then the other, and tossed them over the back of one of the chairs. Returning her attention to him, she glanced back to see his fully erect cock surrounded by a neatly trimmed patch of hair. She didn't know what she had expected but it was perfectly ordinary. It was of average length and girth, but she did like how it was swaying back and forth and would twitch occasionally in response to some mental stimulus she could only imagine.

She leaned forward and tenderly kissed the tip and then all the way down the shaft. She wrapped one hand around the base and began stroking as she continued kissing and nibbling the shaft and back around the cockhead. She then used her tongue to stroke across the mushroom head giving it a full lick as she would a rapidly melting ice cream cone. She continued lapping the shaft, the head and around the tip before wrapping her lips around the head and slowly sliding her suckling mouth down to her hand at the base of the shaft, running her tongue firmly along the underside of the shaft as she descended.




Penelope Layne



"Oh, that is amazing," he gasped. 

She smiled around his cock as she began bobbing up and down, first quickly then slowly moving centimeter by centimeter the entire length of his shaft before getting to the tip and lightly using her teeth to stimulate, but not bite, the head. She again circled the shaft and head several times with her tongue keeping up the rhythmic pumping with her other hand. In very short order she saw his scrotum begin to tighten and heard his breathing becoming more rapid. Easily recognizing the signs of impending orgasm she once more engulfed his cock fully and lowered her firmly pressed lips the length of his shaft and massaged him with her tongue. Just as she felt his thighs tighten beneath her she pulled herself off of him and rapidly pumped her hand up and down the saliva coated shaft. 

"Oh, god, oh god, oh god," he gasped as his hips bucked involuntarily and the first dollop of cum shot out of the tip to land on his abdomen just above his pubic hair. His cock continued to spasm as his cum ejected from the shaft in shorter and shorter bursts leaving a short trail through his pubes and dripping down her fingers. She rose up on her heels, leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the lips.

"I'll be right back, lover."

She went to the sink, ran it until the water warmed, and prepared a nice hot washcloth. She returned to the couch and, using the towel, wiped his loins clean of his cum and then gently stroked his cock with it wiping it clean and getting the last few drops out of his slowly softening member. She bent down and gave the tip one more little kiss and smiled as it gave a slight twitch at the stimulation.

"So, you liked that a little did you?" She teased.

"Well, beautiful, I have to tell you," he said. "That is one of the most amazing feelings I have had and I haven't cum that hard in months, maybe years. Now come on back over here."

He pulled her into his lap and began kissing her cheeks, neck and lips in earnest. His hands began at her shoulders and moved their way down her arms and then one moved around her back to pull her in closer. The other cupped and lightly massaged her right breast through the sheer fabric of her bra. She let out a low moan as she settled into his lap and allowed her aroused sex to make contact with his thigh. They continued the heavy petting and making out for several minutes as she continued to be subtly stimulated from his lips and tongue teasing the base of her neck and ear lobes. 

His fingers plied her nipples first through the fabric of her bra and then slipped under it until eventually he reached behind and unclasped it slowly while nipping her breasts ethereally through the fabric with his lips. As the last clasp came undone the straps released their tension, quickly sliding halfway down her arms and allowing her nipples to peek out of the tops of the cups. He smiled up at her as he got his first glimpse of the quarter sized areolae, pink and slightly conical even with the tips engorged and stiff as pencil erasers. He slid her brassiere off her arms and dropped it next to the table in his hurry to be rid of the obstruction.

He bent his face to the valley between her breasts and inhaled deeply while nuzzling and kissing her with his soft lips. His hands delicately massaged her shoulders and back while pulling her forward to keep her breasts within easy reach of his mouth. He began kissing around the lush mounds moving from one to the other in an incomprehensible pattern that only he knew. She couldn't predict where the next kiss was going to fall, but they kept moving inexorably towards her nipples which only served to keep her constantly aroused and anticipating the gentle caress of the next.

When he finally reached her nipples he latched on fast and hard with his lips eliciting a sharp moan of pleasure from her lips. While he worked on one with his firm lips, soft tongue and sharp but gentle nips from his teeth he caressed, massaged and pinched the other with his fingers raising her arousal exponentially. She could feel the heat rising as her chest reddened with her excitement and she knew she was getting quite damp in her panties. She thought if he kept it up much longer she could maybe orgasm just from the attention paid to her breasts and the pressure from his leg on her panty covered labia.

Her arousal at its peak, he pulled her to a standing position kissing his way from her breasts back up her neck and along her jaw before moving back over to her mouth. She realized standing there in her heels that she was almost as tall as he was in his bare feet and they could stand easily face-to-face. He cupped a breast while kissing her mouth passionately; their tongues dancing back and forth, around and over each other. He teasingly nipped her bottom lip between his teeth and then resumed the knee-buckling intensity of his deep kisses. Her eyes closed as their tongues entwined again first in her mouth, then his, alternating nips and bites with sharp inhalations through their noses so as not to interrupt the passion of their locked lips. As he finally pulled away, she shuddered with arousal and if he hadn't been supporting her she would have probably fallen to her knees right there.

"Wow," she gasped as her eyes fluttered open and she looked into his. They glimmered with an inner light, a fire of arousal and playfulness that she realized she had never seen before in any of her bar-night encounters. He smiled wryly at her and then moved her over towards the bed. When he got there, it was his turn again to be surprised as he got a good look at her lingerie.

"Well isn't that smart," he mumbled as he knelt before her and moved towards her groin. 

He tenderly kissed her mons through the fabric and then trailed kisses along the seams moving down one leg towards the translucent material covering her labia and then back up the other side. He then moved in and planted one close-mouthed kiss right at the top of the wet fabric finding her clitoris seemingly by magic. He pressed gently but firmly and then lightly tantalized it with a series of soft licks with his tongue across the front of her thong. Each touch of his tongue sent little jolts of electricity right to her core. He stopped his kisses and then inhaled deeply drawing her scent deep into himself seeming to savor the aroma as one would that of a fine cigar or bouquet of roses.

"You smell divine, lover. I can't wait to taste you," he smiled at her. 

He then hooked his fingers on either side of her thong and pulled it down in one quick motion. It fell past her knees and calves to lie in small pile around her heels. He pushed her gingerly down to sit on the bed and then lifted first one leg, then the other out of the underwear and removed each shoe before placing her foot lightly on the ground. His slid his hands up the back of her legs teasing and massaging her calves, the back of her knees, and then let them trace their way to the tops of the stockings around her mid-thighs. He moved his fingers to the front strap that was still clasped, like all the others he had briefly examined on his exploration around her thighs, to the top of her stocking and hooking his finger underneath ran it all the way up to the garter still encircling her waist. He moved to a kneeling position and moved into kiss her again. 

"Neat trick, that," he whispered in her ear. 

"Let's just leave those on for the time being, eh?"

She nodded meekly as she bent to kiss his neck and gingerly fondle his earlobe with her tongue. She loved garters and stockings and reveled in the sensuous feel of her feet in them as she ran them along the back of his legs, caressing him tenderly. Their mutual nibbling and titillating ended as he unhurriedly lowered her down to lay on the bed.

He kissed her once more lightly on the lips and then trailed kisses down her neck and to the valley of her breasts pausing his southward journey to freely kiss and tease her pert and still erect nipples for a few moments. As his lips left to begin their journey anew his fingers began a light kneading, caressing and pinching of her breasts and nipples. His kisses reached her abdomen and when he reached her navel his tongue emerged to lick and flick the sides as if it were a miniature vulva. He plunged his tongue into the shallow depths thrusting in and out gently. The sensations were more erotic than she would have thought and caused her to get ghost sensations from her highly aroused labia as she imagined his tongue doing the same down below.

As her anticipation was reaching the breaking point she felt his lips continue their trek to her now aching sex. He nuzzled her mons with his nose teasingly snuffling and swirling through the small patch of neatly trimmed hair. His hands moved to her thighs and using his fingers traced the folds of her engorged labia spreading them and stroking them up and down slowly at first, then faster; first up one side and then the other. He masterfully teased every nerve ending along her lips moving along the outer, the inner, and the sharp valley between; stimulating one side then the other and finally pushing one thick finger up the cleft to open the folds of her clitoral hood presenting it for the desperate ministrations of his velvet tongue. The direct contact to her clit after what seemed to be hours of near constant arousal sent an immediate jolt through her. 

She thrust her hips forward burying herself in his mouth and chin. Using his lips and teeth he gnawed at her sex abusing her clitoris in an onslaught of stimulation simultaneously working his chin into her labial folds sending her over the edge into a headlong rush of orgasm. She shuddered in the throes of ecstasy as he continued his wonderful torture forcing her to ride wave after wave of blissful release. She heard a desperate guttural moaning and realized belatedly it was coming from her. As he continued with his oral manipulation the moans became louder escalating into mono-syllabic exclamations of pleasure as her hands clawed at the bed covers and she was bucking with wild thrusts fucking his tongue and chin with reckless abandon. He skillfully matched her tempo, extending and orchestrating each crescendo like a maestro playing his favorite instrument during his most beloved symphony.

Finally she felt his mouth leave her pussy and the spasms began to subside in an undulating tide of pleasure. She lay panting, a sheen of sweat glistening along her entire torso as he moved onto the bed next to her softly kissing her face, neck and finally pecking her lightly on the lips. He smoothed her hair off her forehead and arranged it neatly around her face and head as she returned to her full faculties after the endorphin induced haze.

"So, you liked that a little did you?" he chuckled.

Her only response was to grab his head and pull his lips to hers in another passionate kiss. She kissed him all over his mouth and face tasting herself as she kissed him deeply before once more joining their tongues in an erotic dance of pleasure. She rolled over on top of him and kissed her way down his chest and abdomen, mirroring the trail he had traced down her torso long minutes ago. As she reached the soft hair of his pubis she nuzzled him and felt the tickle of his stubble across her lips. She moved lower and took his recovering member all the way into her mouth. Bobbing up and down with her tongue working the shaft and head, her not inconsiderable skills soon returned him to full hardness.

Reaching over to the nightstand she grabbed a condom out of the drawer and quickly tore the package open. She placed it on his cock and then, using her tongue, pressed the air out of the tip before using her lips to slowly unroll it down his engorged member. She bobbed up and down a couple times when she reached the base to ensure it was fully unrolled and snugly in place. She glanced back up at him and saw him watching her with a mirthful grin. She climbed up onto the bed straddling him across his middle. She bent down and kissed him then reached between her legs to guide his cock as she slowly lowered her still wet pussy down onto him. She savored the feeling in her quim as it was slowly filled centimeter by centimeter by his manhood until she was resting lightly on his legs.

She rode him slowly using her legs to rise up almost pulling off of him and then slowly lowering back down luxuriating in the feel of his cock sliding in and out of the grasping folds of her vulva. He reached up and played lightly with her breasts and nipples as she kept to the languorous pace of their lovemaking. She continued this for a time until he pulled her down to him and kissed her deeply; once more running his hands through her hair as his lips moved across hers. As she continued her vertical thrusting he began gyrating his hips causing his cock to move and touch every square millimeter of her sex. After several long moments of this he pushed her gently back and entwined his fingers in hers and continued pushing her back using her arms as a lever. She reclined back and felt his knees on her shoulders as he had at some point raised his feet up on the bed. She used them to relax into and gasped slightly as the change in position allowed his cockhead to rub against her g-spot. 

She quickened her thrusts pounding up and down as she quickly approached orgasm. He released her fingers as she put her hands down for support and to aid in her quickening pace. He put his hands to good use as he caressed her breasts gently with one and used his other to tease her clitoris even more. A few moments of the increased stimulation and she was once more in the throes of orgasm.

As the waves subsided he pulled her close and kissed her briefly before rolling her over into the missionary position. As he took over the thrusting with a steady tick-tock rhythm she wrapped her silk covered legs around him pulling him deep into her sex and feeling the smooth skin of his back slide easily under her stockings. His hands were always in motion: gently stroking her face, her breasts, running along her sides, and occasionally somehow finding her clit for a gentle rub from his thumb. The next several minutes blurred together as they moved from one position to the next interspersed with the occasional orgasm. 

They moved from missionary to doggie to cowgirl to some that felt oh-so-good but she didn't know the name. She was on her back with both calves draped over his shoulders as he thrust in hard and quick. Then on her side with one leg straight between his and the other draped over his shoulder changing the sensations and hitting her g-spot some more. Then back to missionary where they could slow down the pace and relax into the rhythm together. 

As her arousal was once more climbing towards orgasm she could tell his breath was getting quicker too. He pulled out of her and moved her into a kneeling position at the edge of the bed and stood behind her. Grabbing her hips he pulled her back onto his cock as he thrust slowly into her. They built to a jackhammer pace quickly as both neared the release of orgasm. His firm hands controlled the rhythm of her thrusts pulling her back as his hips thrust forward, powerfully slamming into her over and over again. On each stroke she felt her pussy lips graze the short hairs at the base of his cock, her senses heighted by the adrenalin and endorphins rushing through her system. He rubbed against her g-spot over and over again as his hips thrust faster and faster. She reached back between her legs and frantically rubbed her clitoris as it once more peeked out from its protective hood. 

Burying her head in the covers she again gave voice to her ecstasy in wordless cries of pleasure. Her pussy was spasming powerfully on his cock, clamping down on it, increasing the pressure and friction of every thrust and sending him too into orgasm. He continued thrusting slowly as she felt his cock spasming inside her extending her own orgasm as he had earlier with his mouth. 

Finally, the sensations subsided and they collapsed forward onto the bed with him still inside her. He stroked her torso and nuzzled her hair and cheek with his as they rolled into a spooning position and cuddled in the afterglow. His softening member eventually slipped out of her and a sigh escaped her lips as it did. She turned towards him and they kissed lightly and playfully, the sparkle in his eyes still there and an impish grin lighting up his face.

"Wow that was wonderful, lover. I don't know about you but I could use a little hydration...you want some water?" 

He nodded and drank in her form as she sidled to the bureau and got them each a bottle of water. They downed it quickly both parched from their exertions. She rewarmed the washcloth, removed his condom, and once more cleansed his spent member for him. She glanced at the clock and realized he had been there for an hour and a half. "Do you want to try for one more round?" she asked.

"Oh, if only I could," he smiled. "You know that saying...I'm not as good as I once was, but I'm as good once as I ever was."

"Sugar, I don't know how you could have been better. You really are a Superman."

"You caught that one did you? Most of the ladies don't," he chuckled. 

She grabbed the wine bottle and motioned towards the glasses and he nodded his agreement. She topped off her glass and filled his for him again. They settled onto the couch and engaged in some nice conversation about old TV shows and classic rock and roll as they finished the wine. After, they took a quick shower together to rinse the sweat from their bodies, she playfully scrubbing his body more than thoroughly with the soap, and continued with their light banter as they got dressed.

As he was donning his coat he remarked, "This has truly been a wonderful evening. Thank you for agreeing to spend it with me. I hope we can do it again sometime soon."

"Oh, most definitely, it was most assuredly my pleasure as well."

She gave him a hug and a peck on the cheek as she undid the latch and saw him out into the hall. After closing the door she had time to consider that there really was something to be said about experience trumping enthusiasm in many ways. She had to admit she had appreciated his company and conversation nearly as much as she had enjoyed his prowess and skills in the boudoir. 

She gave Dawn a quick call letting her know that all was well as she opened the envelope George had left. She quickly counted it to make sure, but she needn't have worried. $700 for two hours as she had advertised and he had agreed plus it looked like he had left her a $100 tip as well. She smiled again. If her other future clients were even a tenth as good as George this would be a very enjoyable new direction in her life. She had a feeling the new career of "Penelope Layne, Professional Escort" would be a long and enjoyable one.

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This is my first story in a while and a little bit different than what I have submitted in the past. Still, I hope you enjoyed it, please vote, and as always, comments are always most welcome and appreciated!

Cedarlooman



Penelope's Naughty Daddy



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Since I was a kid I always wanted to be a dentist, I found it profoundly fascinating how good oral hygiene contributed to good overall health. It was my mantra.

I met my wife, Alice, in my second year of dentistry good. She and her girlfriends frequented a pub that my buddies and I did. She was drop dead gorgeous at 5' 8", long platinum blonde hair, long sexy legs, a good rack and a tiny waist. I had wet dreams about her. It took me a good six months to get the nerve to ask her out. She said yes, of course. We married four years later and had our first child, Mason, within the year. By the end of the second year of marriage Penelope was born. One boy, one girl. It was a perfect family.

Fast-forward 20 years. I still did general dentistry, but about 10 years ago I started cosmetic dentistry as it was extremely lucrative here in Chicago. I am now a 42 year old, middle-aged man, still physically fit due to my daily running group and annual marathon races. I wasn't one of those muscle-bound guys because I never liked the slow pace of weight-lifting, but give me a start line and a group of people and I have yet to come in second place.

Alice kept physically active, too, but she spent much of her time now with her church friends. It wasn't something I signed up for. When we met it was decided that as educated people, there was no room for some mystical supernatural being. However, somewhere between when Mason left for Brown and Penelope leaving the year later for UCLA, she fell into a depression from which I could not break her. She started meeting up with a group of ladies who ran some "auxiliary" for those finding God. Our sex life began to dwindle within the year and now it had been a whole year since we've actually fucked.

I needed it badly. I was constantly horny. It didn't help that my secretary and two hygienists were both young, twenty-something knock-outs. With may have been why I hired them. It was also a shame that my ample endowment was never used. I was truly blessed with a nice, thick ten inch prick. The kind you can't get your hand around. Alice had always raved about it. Now, nothing.

I was home alone one evening when Penelope called. "Hi, daddy," she chirped into the phone, "How are you?" She explained that she was planning on coming home for the spring break, tomorrow, since her boyfriend, Trevor, was going on a guys only trip with his father and brother. 

"Sure, hun, I will book your ticket tonight then." We booked her flight over the phone and continued chatting. "I really wish you could have met Trevor, he's so amazing, daddy." She went on and on about this guy and I couldn't help but feel protective.

"That's okay, hun, maybe next time. Your mom and I could come down after your exams and we could meet him then?" I was a sound tentative plan.

I hung up the phone and poured myself a glass of whiskey then sat with the novel I was reading. My wife came home about an hour later with Betty, one of her new girl friends. 

"Good evening, Ken," Betty greeted me. I greeted her back then offered her something to drink, but she declined as she and Alive had already picked up from tea on the way home. I noticed their bibles clutched under their arms and had the sense that I was interrupting conversation so I left to prepare for bed.

I laid in bed completely naked and started thinking about the great sex that my wife and I used to have. She was a kinky girl, she loved my giant cock in every one of her holes. Those were the days. My cock was completely hard so I started jerking it up and down. I paused for a moment until I heard the voices coming from downstairs still, then I opened my bottom night stand drawer to withdraw my favourite new purchase. It was a clear Fleshlight and it felt amazing, almost like the real thing. My favourite part was that I could see my big cock while I fucked it. I lubed up my dick then slide it down my fat cock. I closed my eyes and imagined it was Alice, but it changed to Angela, one of my hygienists. She looked fresh and tight.

"Fuck, Angie, take my big cock," I moved the Fleshlight up and down my tool trying to cum quickly in case my wife finished up with her friend. "You like your boss' big, long, fat cock stretching you open. Say you like it, you slut." I fucked for all I was worth then I felt the familiar tingling sensation. I withdrew my cock then jerked it hard with my hand until jets of cum shot everywhere. "Fuck, that was hot."

Sad, I know.

I saw Angie the next day at work and the sight of her firm breasts pushing against her white blouse made me immediately hard. I could just imagine what she looked like naked. I began to entertain the idea of an extramarital affair. Would Angie be up for it? I spent the entire day with a hard-on and I was very thankful for my white overcoat.

I made it home around 5:30 and immediately made my way to my bedroom to jerk off. I was stripped naked, fully hard but when I opened my drawer to reach for my Fleshlight and lube there were none. "What the fuck?" I immediately knew that Alice was behind the disappearance and of course she wasn't home. I looked in her night stand, then threw a robe on and went through the trash. It had been garbage day today, though, and everything was empty. "You fucking bitch, I am this close to divorcing you." I was so livid that I was couldn't wait for her to come home from work; only I knew she wouldn't, she would be stopping off at Betty's again.

I stormed back up to my bedroom, deciding to jack off in the shower, when I heard the shower coming from the second bathroom. Curious, I went to investigate. I opened the door fully just in time to see my completely nude daughter climbing into the shower. My cock sprang up again and I hesitated then closed the door. How did I forget that she was coming home today? I am an awful father.

In my own shower I was taking my time whacking off. I was so fucking horny now; I wanted it to last as. My mind kept flashing back to my daughter's naked form. I caught a good glimpse of her profile: a tit, her shaved pussy and her long, sexy legs. She reminded me of old Alice. 

"You want daddy's big cock, little girl?" my cock got twice as hard. "You want your daddy to fuck her with his big cock? You want your daddy to nail you good?" The fantasy played itself out until I shot a huge load all over the shower glass. I let the hot warm wash over me before finishing up and dressed in some sweat pants and a t-shirt.

Downstairs I found Penelope in the kitchen eating cereal, my cock got hard again. "I wouldn't eat that hun. I don't know how old that is."

She smiled, "Hi daddy," she jumped up and hugged me. Her thigh brushed against my straining cock and I was pretty sure she noticed.

"How was the flight? How is school going?" I asked.

Sitting down with her bowl again, she responded "The fight was great, quick in fact. School is also going well. I had all of my midterms this past week. I am fairly confident that I did well on them."

I fried myself an egg and a fixed a protein shake and sat next to Penelope who was now clutching a mug of coffee having already washed her bowl up.

"Where's mom?" she asked me.

I breathed deeply then opened my mouth.

"She's with that group again? I don't know what's with her. If she's gone all born-again, should she be an obedient house wife and home when there is dinner to be made or some shit like that?"

I shook my head, I was more taken aback by this observation and comment.

"It is awful. You must be lonely if it is just you all the time." Tell me about it, I thought. My dick was hardening again. "Well, if you ever want to talk about it. I tried talking to her once about it around Christmas but she turned it into a conversion discussion and told me that I was a whore for having sex with my boyfriend. We used to talk about girl stuff all the time."

My mind was stuck on the sex part.

"TMI, daddy?" "What? Oh, no. I was just remembering how fun she used to be," I lied. Sex. Sex. Sex.

We put away the dishes then settled on the couch to watch television. The entire time I was thinking about how great it would feel to fuck my daughter. About how velvety and soft she'd be. Then I decided that I'd do it. Not blatantly, but I was a dentist and I did have access to some strong sleeping aids. It was settled, I'd do it tomorrow. I couldn't wait.

I went to bed before my wife came home. 

The next day, Saturday, I ran to my office where I grabbed the portable sleeping gas and a fresh mask. Then my moment of shear brilliance, I booked a horseback ride for two for around 6:00 p.m. I was aware that my cock was big and thick and if I actually went through with fucking my daughter's tight pussy, hopefully she'd think the horseback ride was the cause. This sounded good to me anyway.

When I returned to the house I found Alice and Penelope making small talk in the kitchen over tea. There was some tension in the air then I noticed some "Come Live with God" flyers torn in two and tossed to the side. I gathered that Alice had tried to pass it off to her daughter and Penelope showed what she thought of it. 

The three of us visited my parents for lunch followed by lawn darts and a good swim in their outdoor pool. Part of my sexual frustration and mid-life crisis involved me buying a pair of black square-cut Speedo which I was now sporting. It turned me on to know that they left little to the imagination and showing off my giant goods to my parents and daughter was enough to keep me in a semi-hard state the entire time. I caught both Penelope and my own mother staring. I was going to have to whack off soon.

On the way back I through on my jeans, which showed a good bulge too and I caught Penelope staring a number of times, especially while I was driving. She rode shotgun while my wife slept in the back seat. I was so fucking horny.

"So, P, how would you like to go horseback riding with your old man? I picked up some tickets for the two of us this morning." She eagerly agreed, "Horseback riding? Awesome, I has always wanted to go."

We dropped my wife off at Betty's for another meeting, then we our way to some stables about an hour from the City. 

"I am so excited," Penelope exclaimed when we were selecting our horses, two Mustangs. We were shown how to mount and demount the horse, how to slow it and speed it up. Then we were on our way. The track was 75 minutes and my groin was amply sore from the heavy trotting before we even made it back to the stables. I imagined Penelope was the same.

"Feels like my boys took a beating," I joked and she glanced at my decent bulge then laughed, "Yeah, I am going to be sore tomorrow for sure."

She slept most of the drive home, which was a shame because I was pretty sure she was still ogling her old man's family jewels which made me insanely horny. It was around 10 p.m. when we got home and Penelope gave me a quick kiss then went upstairs to get ready for bed. I noticed that Alice, too, had already turned in for the night so I went to my car and grabbed the tank of sleeping gas. I was rock hard again; I couldn't believe that I was going to go through with this.

I tucked the small tank in the linen closet outside of Penelope's room then I poured myself a glass of whiskey. This was going to be fucking amazing. It was going to work out so perfectly. They were both the world's heaviest sleepers, but for good measure, I wanted my daughter completely out while I have my way with her.

Thirty minutes passed by before I crept into Penelope's room, "P, you are still awake?" I heard her light snores. The plan was in motion. I quietly carried the tank into her room then cranked the nozzle to full. I let her have a few deep breaths before turning it down to a sustaining dose.

I was fucking rock hard.

There was my sexy daughter. Blonde hair, blue eyes, creamy skin. I pulled the sheets off her, she was sleeping in just a pair of panties. My cock nearly exploded. I pulled off my shirt then undid my jeans and yanked them down so my monster cock slapped me in the stomach. I pulled my socks off then crawled onto the bed.

My cock was leaking cum in anticipation of how amazing this was going to be.

I hooked my thumbs around Penelope's panties then moved them down and off her sleeping body. She was fucking amazing. Her tits were fit and pert and her shaved pussy was just beckoning her daddy's fat, long cock. I spread her legs enough to tuck a towel under her ass; I had a feeling that this was going to be messy. Then I crawled between and put my lips on her sex so my tongue explored her folds for a couple minutes before moving up. My cock was now at the entrance to her pussy, I had so much pre-cum that it coated my cock.

I aimed and pushed against her. The head of my dick moved slowly inside. With a steady pressure the whole head disappeared. Fuck it was amazing. She was hot and as velvety smooth as I imagined. I pushed more and more and more. When I was 8 inches inside her I came. My cock jerked and kicked my spunk inside my daughter's pussy. Nice, I thought, and then I shoved all the way inside. All ten of my inches were now buried inside my sexy daughter's hot fucking pussy. Best of all, I was still rock solid. I could cum a million times tonight.

With my cock buried completely inside and my big daddy balls hanging between her legs, it left my hands and mouth free to explore my sleeping beauty. I massaged her tits before sucking each nipple into my mouth. Then I placed my hands on either side of my daughter's face, moving the mask briefly, I kissed her full on the mouth. My cock got twice as hard. I replaced the mask then pushed myself up on my arms and started sawing in and out of this most wonderful pussy ever. I fucked her slowly at first then picked up the pace. I was getting a kick out of how her tits bounced as I thrust inside of her. 

"Fuck yeah, daddy's fucking his little girl. His little baby girl. Do you like it baby? Do you like having your daddy's big, fat, long cock inside you? I bet you do, you fucking slut." I was pounding her full tilt now. "You fucking little whore, letting daddy fuck you like this. Daddy is so much better than Trevor. I saw you staring at my package. I know you wanted it. I know you wanted to feel what it felt like to have you daddy's monster cock plough you."

My balls were bouncing between us then I felt my orgasm surge through me. At the same time Penelope started whimpering and her pussy clamped down hard on my expanding cock. "Daddy's gonna cum in you. He's gonna fill you up. I'm gonna fill up my sweet, little baby girl." We were climaxing at the same time. It was brilliant. My daddy dick filled his little girl's pussy up with his spunk.

I stayed on top of her for a moment then slide my cock out, releasing a torrent of cum. I used the towel to sop up most of the mess then returned with sanitizer wipes and cleaned her good before sliding her panties back on and covering her up. I removed the sleeping mask, checked for her breath then returned the tank to my car before making to my bed and passing out.

The next morning she didn't seem to expect a thing. "Oh, man, I told you that I'd feel it the next day. I feel completely bruised down there. How are you?" I coyly stated.

She checked out my package. I wasn't wearing underwear, just sweat pants and you could make out the shape of my long dick swaying side to side. Then she laughed, "Yeah, I'm kinda sore. I am going to take a long, hot bath." 

The following night I was lying in bed with my snoring wife and a raging hard-on and decided to pay my daughter a visit again. I pushed the door open slowly and listened for her faint snore. She was fast asleep. I grabbed the sleeping gas from my car then made my way to my daughter's room once again, this time I brought my video camera with me. 

"Daddy's sleeping beauty is about to get daddy's big monster cock again." I whispered to the camera. I turned on the gas and fixed the mask over her face again. "There, she won't feel a thing." I pulled the sheets off and found her in a t-shirt and panties. "Mmmm, daddy can't wait." 

I held the camera at a distance to film my bulging cock in my boxer briefs, then I pulled my underwear down to reveal my huge cock and balls. "Probably the biggest you'll ever have, hun, and you'll never know. But I see the way you look at daddy's package. I know you want it."

I filmed my daughter's sleeping body as removed her panties then spread her legs. I placed another towel under her ass. The camera screen was filled with my leaking big cock as I rubbed it against my daughter's pussy lips. I smeared my pre-cum all over then pushed inside. "Fuck, you're tight." I pushed ever so slowly, filming the entire thing. I bottomed out after a couple minutes then felt her pussy muscles contract over my invading member. She was cumming on her daddy's cock. "Oh yeah, fuck, my big daddy dick is making you cum."

I started plunging in and out of my daughter's twat at a decent pace while played with her tits with one hand and filmed my fucking with the other. "Fucking tight, baby." I felt her cumming again which trigger my own orgasm. "Yeah, fuck, cum with daddy. Daddy's gonna fill you up good," my balls, which were slapping against her ass, started jumping as my cock expanded. "Uh, uh, yeah. Fuck!" My cum exploded from my swollen prick. I tried my best to film me filling up her 20 year old puss.

I fell on top of her, cock still lodged inside. The camera caught my heavy breathing. "Shit, that was amazing. I've got to fuck you again tonight and tomorrow and every fucking night you are here."

My cock was rock hard about 20 minutes later, still sheathed well inside my precious baby girl. "Here daddy goes again." I was essentially bear hugging her as I moved my ass up and down, sawing in and out of my sleeping daughter. I did this for 5 minutes before I pushed myself up with one hand, focusing the camera on our sexes. My cock was swollen and red with use. 

I picked up speed, "Fuck, baby girl, you treat daddy's cock so good." I fucked her for a half an hour before my balls lurched and my fat cock spat another load of thick daddy cum deep inside my unaware daughter.

The camera zoomed in as pulled my pick out of her sleeping pussy for the first time in over an hour. "Look at that, fucking amazing." As my semi-hard cock popped out and a torrent of mixed orgasm bubbled out. I filmed it. "Hot," I commented, "Daddy's cum is pouring out of his baby girl's pussy. Look at the that, amazing." 

I cleaned her up, slid her panties back on and tucked her in. I then tip-toed out of her room with the tank and underwear.

In the morning she didn't mention anything as we ate breakfast before I headed out to work. I had two dental reconstructions from sporting accidents and one referral from a modelling agency. When I made it home that night I found dinner waiting. My daughter had been busy. After conceding to my wife's insistence that we say grace, the three of us sat at the dinner table for the first time in years and attempted small talk. 

"How was your day, hun," I attempted to engage my stand-offish wife.

She shrugged, "Nothing special. I have a lady's meeting at 8:00 though." Of course she did. 

"What about you, P?" I directed the question to my daughter who was sipping a glass of wine.

She lowered her glass and smiled. The candle light reflected off her hair and sparkling eyes. She looked so beautiful. My cock swelled in my tight dress pants.




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"I hung out with a couple friends. We had coffee and shopped at little. Then I chatted with Trevor for a while, went shopping for groceries, made dinner and now here we are."

After dinner we washed up and Penelope and I settled to watch when my wife left for her church meeting. I sat with a hard on in my underwearless sweat pants hoping that my daughter would notice and grab my throbbing cock. She did notice but didn't do anything. By 10:00 she stretched, got up and went to bed. 

In my own bed, I played with my cock, edging it so that I'd have another big, hot load to pump into my daughter later on. But after an hour of nearly cumming my wife still was not home so I tip-toed to my daughter's room anyway. She was sound asleep.

I quickly grabbed the sleeping gas tank from my car and placed it on her face. Panties gone, towel under her ass and legs spread I filmed myself as I pushed my rock solid prick deep with one quick plunge. I need to cum before my wife came home. Lucky, Penelope's window faced the drive way so I would see when my wife came home.

"Fuck, baby girl, daddy's gotta be quick tonight. I have saved a huge load for you." I fucked her hard, slamming into her then pulled out 6 or 7 inches before slamming into her again. The camera was catching it all, again. I especially loved watching my swollen balls slap against her as with each thrust. I was fucking her for 20 solid minutes before the room was illuminated by my wife's headlights. I fucked her hard for three last strokes then bottomed out and released a gallon of cum 10 inches inside my sexy, sleeping daughter. The camera caught my giant balls contracting and my cock expanding before I plunged in completely to fill her up. Her pussy muscles contracted at the same time. 

"Uh, fuck! Fuck. Fuck. Yeah. Cum with daddy." 

I rested for a moment to make sure I was completely drained then pulled out. I quickly pulled my underwear back on, slipped out of my daughter's room closing the door and into the bathroom. My wife found me getting ready for bed in the bathroom. She brushed her teeth, washed her make-up off and went to bed. I told her that I would be in shortly and went downstairs for about 30 minutes.

When I returned to our bedroom she was fast asleep, snoring loudly.

My cock hardened again as I slipped back into my unconscious daughter's room. She was still splayed out on her bed, legs spread apart and pussy leaking our cum. I dropped my underwear again and jerked my cock for a minute while I filmed the scene.

In one swoop, I crawled back onto her bed and pushed my cock back inside her well-used sex. "Oh, fuck, baby girl. Daddy is so bad fucking you like this. I wish we could fuck while you are awake. I want to hear how much you love daddy's big, long, thick tool plunging into you. I know you've been looking."

I fucked her slowly for nearly 30 minutes before I started to cum. I picked up the speed, one hand kneading her soft, firm breasts and the other filming my cock ramming in and out of her cunt. "Oh, fuck. Daddy's cumming. Daddy's cumming. Daddy's giving you a hot cream pie baby." Cock to the hilt, I blew my load inside her again. "Uh, oh yeah. Take daddy's load. Take daddy's huge load. Fuck."

The clean-up took a little longer this time due to the amount of cum I pumped inside her, she kept leaking. After observing her for 10 minutes and no more, I was satisfied. I slide her panties back on. Put the camera and tank back into my trunk and slipped into bed.

The next morning Penelope groggily made it to the kitchen, complaining of a headache. "I feel awful this morning, I am freezing. I think I am getting the flu. I am sore all over, especially my groin. You'd think that I'd heal by now. How do you feel?"

I told her that I was still sore as well, lying of course. I gave her two aspirin before heading out to work. I made a note not to leave the sleeping gas on her for so long next time.

I fucked my daughter like this every night of her spring break. During the day I tried my best to get my daughter to notice and acknowledge my ample cock and balls. She noticed, but didn't say anything. I wanted so bad to fuck her brains out and hear her call my name. Sadly, I dropped her off at the airport on Sunday. We kissed, father-daughter kiss, good bye.

I masturbated to the hours of footage I took of me fucking my hot, sexy daughter. I came with myself in the camera every time. About 7 or 8 weeks after Penelope left the phone rang. The caller ID said it was Penelope. I answered.

"Oh daddy, I don't know what to do. I am pregnant and Trevor left me. It freaked him out because we always use protection." 

'Fuck,' I thought, 'Protection'. I knew immediately that I had knocked up my own daughter. I hadn't considered that since she and Trevor were dating and I assumed she was on the pill.

"Oh, no, hun. That is bad news about Trevor but congrats on the baby." My cock was as hard as it has ever been.

"Babies, daddy, there are two."

I asked her if she was keeping them. I wanted her to keep them. "I don't know. I think so," she answered. I was overjoyed but my wife freaked out, "What will the ladies say when they find out. They can't find out, they will need to go for adoption." 

When Penelope returned after the school year I made sure to film her growing belly to fully document my deed. She gave birth to a boy and a girl in the fall but was less thrilled with her consent to give them up for adoption, each to a different family. 

I guessed that I could just do it again? I still fantasized about my daughter begging for her hung father to fuck her brains out and even have me father more children, but that wasn't anytime soon.