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Penny

By: richard6616



"Penny! That's her name!" I told myself as the image of the young girl appeared dimly from out of the grey hazy depths of my memory. Suddenly, I was sitting back at the edge of the lunch counter of the HoJo's in Tempe. I was a college undergraduate in my junior year, trying to experience a social life in the midst of the never-ending routine of reading, memorizing and term paper writing. 

She was absolutely lovely, having a delicate facial structure with sharp blue eyes, enhanced by thin gold eyeglass frames which drew my momentary attention, and a tight, happy smile in the middle of a mouth at seemed ready-made to wrap around a hard penis. Her brownish-blond was pulled back in a nice little pony-tail that cascaded down her back in a shower of curls to a mid-point between her shoulders and her waist. She was not tall, standing only about five foot five in her bare feet which put her just a few inches shorter than I am, but she was perfectly proportioned with hips and a 34 inch bust completely balanced by an ass sculpted like a Buns of Steele exercise video which demanded my hands be wrapped around her firm cheeks. Her legs were strong and appropriately developed, no doubt from several years of athletic exercise, and even her feet looked kissable.

It was about a month or so into the fall semester and the Valley of the Sun was still as hot at night as most places in the northern half of the country get during the day. That was why a select few of us older students would gather at the hotel restaurant counter across the street from the dorms. We could eat decent food, sample as many of the 31 flavors as we could afford, drink as much coffee as we could hold, study or talk 24 hours a day and hide from the heat in reefer-like air conditioning. The place had big windows that looked out at the south end of the campus and we could watch out for our friends or check out the opposite sex without being blatantly obvious.

That's how I saw Penney for the first time. Like most freshmen girls that fall, she was dressed in faded blue-jeans with a wear-hole in one knee and a collar-less, sleeve-less old sweatshirt at least one and maybe two sizes too large that hung passed one bare shoulder, ala-Flash Dance. I noticed her just as she half-jogged and half-bounded across the four lane street between the dorms and the restaurant. It was easy to tell that she was well-endowed and braless. Fortunately for me, I was the only person sitting at the counter right then. I had just arrived after attending a really useless English lit class. All of my usual coffee shop companions had different class schedules and would not appear for another hour or so.

After she came into the nearly empty restaurant she stopped in front of the cash register stand to look around for one of the employees. Greg, the tall, good looking and totally gay waiter who was on counter duty came out of the double swinging doors leading from the kitchen to find out what she wanted. A minute later he reached down to grab an employment application. He handed the paper to her and indicated that she should sit at the counter to fill it out. That was when she came to my end of the counter and took a seat two stools away from my perch. I silently nodded my head to her as she looked around then turned my attention back to the textbook I was reading. Every few seconds I lifted my eyes to watch her as she filled out the form. Finally she had it finished and waved for Greg to come over. 

He brought the coffee pot with him and filled my cup before turning to her. That was one of the nice things about having a gay waiter, the guys always come first. Not that I was the slightest bit interested, of course. My boat just doesn't float in that direction and Greg knew it. Usually I can not abide a "swishie" guy and just about every gay male I had ever met fell into that category. All of them are rude, obnoxious, judgmental and overly opinionated. But I did enjoy talking to Greg. He was open about his orientation but not blatantly so and did not try to mask his insecurity by any aggressive or embarrassing behavior or language. His humorous outlook on life was so totally opposite mine that it was actually quite refreshing. Of course, he was not an older student trying to compete in an academic world dominated by a younger crowd.

Well, next Greg asked her if she wanted some coffee while he took her application back to the office for the manager to look over.

"Please." She responded. "Can I ask that he call me back tomorrow afternoon. I've got classes all morning."

"Well, if that's what you really want, sure, I can tell him." Greg told her. "But he might have time for you right now so why don't you wait while I find out. Old Danny here can keep you company." He added and sort of nodded his head in my direction. With that, Greg disappeared back behind the double swinging door, leaving me to look a bit sour as I was inspected by a pair of the clearest blue eyes I had ever seen.

"Yea." I said, "I'm Danny." I extended my hand to her and she lightly shook it.

"My name is Penny." She responded. "You don't look so old."

"I'll be twenty-six next month."

"Oh. That's not old. I hear that there are a lot of grad students here."

"I guess," I admitted, "but I'm still an undergrad. Four years in the Navy put me behind my high school classmates in getting through college."

"That's a bummer." She said, half looking in my direction and half watching the doors to the kitchen. "What's your major?"

It was THE standard question in college. Girls seemed to use it as a means of determining a guy's future economic potential. The guys asked each other the same question as a way of gauging the competition. I've always enjoyed the responses I get when I answer, "Geography. What's yours?"

"Fine arts. I really want to do lithography." She said with a sort of inner glow which turned into a questioning expression. "Why Geography?" Gotcha! Already I had this girl categorized and my interest was beginning to intensify. A young, fine looking arts major who applied for regular jobs braless told me at least a volume about her attitude and zest for life. This girl was definitely some one I wanted to know a lot better.

"I was an enlisted weatherman in the Navy and now I'm learning all the stuff I didn't know when I first joined up. No more ships, though. From now on I'll either be working for the government down at the national weather service in Florida or be a weatherman on TV. That is, if I don't become a professor myself. The main point being that I'll be somewhere on dry land."

"Cool." Penny responded and her face showed me signs that I had really drawn her attention.

I was about to turn the tables of our conversation on to her goals and interests when Big Mike, the assistant manager of the restaurant, came out of the kitchen with her application in his big black hand. He quickly collected her and off they went into the dark lounge which was accessed off the far end of the restaurant dining room. She managed to look back at me and wave her hand as she followed him into the lounge. I smiled at her in return and then put my nose back into my textbook. A quick check at my wristwatch told me it was about fifteen minutes later when she reappeared off my right shoulder with a big smile on her face. 

"I got the job." She declared as she took the seat next to me.

"Congratulations. When do you start?"

"Tomorrow evening, thank God." She shook her head. "I can really use the money. I never realized that fine arts books were so expensive. The book store took almost all of my money."

"Yeah, they get more than their fair share from me, too." I agreed. "Are you going to be waiting table or cooking, or what?"

"Tables. I did that at my aunt's café back home for the last three years of high school."

"Three years? How old are you?"

"Half past eighteen. I started waiting table when I was fifteen. It's my aunt's place and my uncle is the county sheriff. Legionnaire is a small place and everybody knew I was too young but nobody said anything. Good waitresses are hard to find."

"Well, I guess we will see each other often, then. I spend more time here than I do at my apartment so I guess I'm a regular now. My friends are all here and I don't like being alone all that much." 

"Me, either." She admitted. "But I would kill to have my own apartment. I've been over in the west dorm since the middle of August and the place is driving me crazy. My roommate is nice but she has a boyfriend she sneaks into our room and there just isn't enough space for the three of us, if you know what I mean. It's bad enough when she walks in on me in the shower, but when he does it, I freak out." "I remember those days. Bodies everywhere and not even enough room to change your mind." Suddenly, I had an inspiration. Mid-terms were still two to three weeks away and my first paper had been handed in an hour ago. "Hey, you got any plans for this evening?"

"Ugh, no. Not really. I mean, I just got a job so I don't have to look anymore. I'm all caught up studying so all I have to do is laundry." Then she added suggestively, "There's a good movie tonight at the MU."

"Actually, I was think about dinner, dancing or sightseeing. Have you ever been up on the top of South Mountain?" I asked, feeling a little more animated than usual. 

"Where's that at?"

"What? Where are you from, anyway?"

"Legionnaire, Pennsylvania." She said a little bashfully. "This is my first time in Arizona and I've only been here since the semester began. I've never been outside of Tempe except to come from the airport."

"Well, then, speaking as a Geography major, let me broaden your horizons."

"Okey. How are we going to do this. I don't have a bike."

"My car is right outside. One of the nice things about being a HoJo's regular is being able to park my car in the lot here without a hassle." I didn't tell her that I also pay for the privilege by slipping the hotel manager a fifty each month. That was more information than anyone outside of that transaction needed to know.

"Well, then, how about a ride over to my dorm?" She asked. "I need to get a shower and change."

"Yeah, me too." I had been sweating plenty both before and after leaving the Language and Lit building and walking across campus to HoJo's. "Tell ya what, how about you ride with me over to my apartment building first. You can wait in the pool area for me to shower and put on some clean clothes. It'll only take me ten minutes or so and then we'll go over to your dorm and I'll wait for you. How's that?"

"You have a pool?"

"Sure do."

"All right, let's go." She agreed and with that I grabbed up my stuff, stuffed it into my old backpack and we headed for the door.

Four O'clock in the metro-Phoenix area is supposedly the hottest time of day and I am sure it is. During the summer I try to avoid being out in the sun for anything longer than the time it takes me to walk from my car to whatever building I am headed for. Granted, summer had officially ended just over a week ago but you couldn't tell that yet. I had found that the worst of the summer heat didn't end until mid-October which was still a couple of weeks into the future.

Fortunately, if you have been in an air conditioned place and have dried out and cooled down, it takes a couple of minutes before you start sweating again so making the short walk over to my car was done quickly. Of course, getting into a hot car was like jumping into a forced air furnace, even cloth covered seats will burn your ass, but there is no help for it. As soon as we were in I cranked up the air as far as it could go and got the windows down in the hopes of finding some sort of breeze. Wishful thinking, of course, but once the car started moving the hot air did dry us out again. We chit-chatted a little as we drove over to my apartment complex. Mostly it was Penny covering her nervousness with conversation until I turned off Southern into the complex.

"Wow! This is nice." She cried, drawing out the last syllable as her head swung around to see the hard-core tennis players out on the sun-screen shaded courts and then back over to the pool area on the other side of the car. "I'll bet you even have a Jacuzzi."

"Of course. That's standard equipment in an apartment complex these days." I told her as I climbed out of the car. I didn't want to tell her that my Jacuzzi was actually one that I had installed on the back patio, not available to other complex residents and certainly not to the general public.

"Come on. My place is right over there." I indicated and reached for her hand as she came around the car. Hand in hand, we went to my front patio where I had a couple of cheap plastic chairs kind of hidden behind a row of large shrubs and under the small balcony that opened off of my bedroom. My unit faced north-east and away from direct sunlight which was a feature hard to find anywhere in the Valley. That put my back patio constantly in the sun which was great for tanning. 

"You can come in, if you want, or you can wait here. I'll be quick." I told her as I unlocked the front door. "Want something to drink?"

"I'll wait here." She said, looking up at me. "Anything cold will do."

I got her a cold beer and left her sitting on the front patio while I went upstairs to jump in and out of the shower and find some clean clothes. I selected what I call a white New Mexico-style shirt, tan walking shorts that fit loosely around the legs and crotch area, and a pair of loafers. Wearing underwear in Arizona is something I generally don't do unless I have to wear a suit. I came back down from the second floor to find her in my living room, holding the beer and looking through my selection of movies. "I see you ventured into the Lion's Den."

"Are you rich or something?" Penny bluntly demanded, using a tone of voice that was half accusing and half concluding. It kind of stopped me in my tracks, so to speak.

"No. I'm not rich."

"It looks that way to me. An undergraduate with his own car, great furnished apartment with a bar, in a classy neighborhood, all the boy toys and stuff. Sure seems that way."

"I'll explain on the way to your dorm." I told her as I ushered her back outside and towards my car. I talked all the way to her dorm.

I had come to Arizona to go to school and had stayed with my great uncle John and great aunt Wanda in Phoenix during my freshman year. Between working part time, taking six hours at the university and another six hours at one of the community colleges, I hadn't really thought much about anything except getting my in-state residency. But it must have impressed the hell out of my aunt and uncle. They made me the sole beneficiary of their will, a fact I didn't know until after they were killed in a traffic accident on Indian School road a year ago. I got some cash out of the settlement which was enough to buy my new car and pay a couple of bills but not much more. I also got title to all property that my uncle still owned around the state. He had once been into real estate quite a bit and had some Colorado River-front property in Havasu City which I still own. Some day Arizona is going to allow casinos in Havasu City and I'll cash in big time.

I didn't tell her that I owned the complex where I live but I did say that the state of Arizona helped me find and move into my apartment. You see, my uncle really knew what he was doing when it came to real estate, he just couldn't drive a car worth a shit. When he and my great aunt first moved to Arizona back in the mid-1950s he purposely selected an old house right where the plans for the new Interstate Highway system showed the placement of an exit ramp. The problem was that the whole thing was tied up suits. Even though Phoenix grew around them and the old section of the city went to hell, they stayed there. Every summer they would go to Payson, high up on the Tonto Rim, to live in a cabin they had there. That was where they were going when they were killed. Well, six months ago the last civil suit preventing the highway construction was settled and the state didn't wait very long before they were contacting property owners and buying them out. I got a real nice wad of cash for moving expenses and a big check which allowed me to buy the apartment complex. I still own the cabin in Payson, too, and I go up there periodically to get away from the rat race in the Valley.

Of course, I didn't tell Penny all of that, only enough to vaguely answer her questions and keep her from getting weird on me. It was enough, though, and by the time we got near enough to her dorm to drop her off she seemed relaxed. Not finding a parking place along that section of the Tempe campus is kind of a given so I drove around all of the parking lots facing the Salt River at least three times before I spotted her standing at the place where I had dropped her off. I almost didn't recognize her. She still sported the pony-tail but was now wearing a black, mid-thigh length mini-skirt and a bright yellow fuzzy-kite pull-over that was somewhat tight without revealing every contour of her boobs. The two sharply defined points her hard nipples made in the pull-over contrasted suggestively with her rather demure attire.

"Nice." I muttered as she got in my car. She curled one sexy looking leg under her other one as she half-turned to sit so she could look at me. Before I got a chance to say anything else, some bimbo in a car behind me blew her car horn in annoyance. A quick glance in my mirror told me I was blocking her way out of the parking lot and the audacity of someone impeding her movement could not be tolerated. I accelerated out of the parking lot area a little faster I should have and headed east toward the nearest bridge over the Salt River. That was where the main road to Scottsdale connected with the street grid in Tempe.

We went all the way out to Rawhide for dinner and she was thrilled with the place. I've always thought it was sort of touristy but the food was good and I've always liked their 1880s bar. A good steak is one of the best meals in the world and Penny said she was a meat-eater but had not had one in a long time. A wicked smile and a twinkle in her eyes told me that she might have had more than one meaning to that statement.

We went dancing at a new club in north Scottsdale afterward and what I had to do to get her past the door security is something I shouldn't talk about. Let's just say that it's good to have friends. Being on a first name basis with the doorman did make Penny wonder and at first we were a little distant with each other on the dance floor. It soon grew crowded and the press of other bodies around us forced us together. After a couple of hours we were pressed together hip and thigh and I could tell she was dancing with her crotch pressed against my thigh on purpose. My cock was as stiff as a steel pole and rubbing against her lower stomach.

My hands were full, too. I was squeezing her amazingly soft breasts through the fuzzy knit pull-over and her nipples were hard and proud. Finally she reached up and pulled my head down to hers and kissed me, at first tenderly then passionately. "Let's get out of here." She commanded in my ear before pulling me off the dance floor and toward the club exit.

Outside, it was another warm night. I remembered where I had parked the car and there was enough ambient glow from the city street lights to easily find it. When we got to my car I pulled her to me and wrapped her up in my arms.

We kissed and played dueling tongues while my hands roamed from her neck to the bottom of her ass. As soon as one hand wrapped around the bottom curve of one of her ass-cheeks, she hiked one of her legs up to my hip which put her panty covered pussy in direct contact with my hard meat. I moved my hand under her skirt and spread my fingers to grab as much of her ass cheek as I could. My middle finger was barely touching the edge of her asshole through her silk panties. Supported by my hand underneath and her arms locked around my shoulders, she rubbed her pussy up and down the side of my shaft. Bare skin-on-skin contact was only prevented by the thin material of her underwear.


Penny



Penny

Authors note:

This was an interesting, and challenging piece for me to do. Most of my works are usually pure fiction with perhaps a sprinkling of fact based on similar experiences, or people I've known thrown in. As many of us here at Lit sometimes find, we get emails or feedback from people who have read and appreciated our stories. Sometimes a friendship can come from this, or at the very least dialogue begins borne from someone's desire to see a particular story written, or an idea or fantasy shared.

This is a story about a very interesting lady, a woman who candidly told me how she went from having no sexual desires whatsoever, to blossoming into a sensual, open-minded, even sometimes kinky woman who explored her desires with the help of another individual who helped her discover who she truly was, and not what she'd become because of a horrible accident.

For obvious reasons I have changed the actual names of the people and places in this story to protect their identities. Most of what follows is what was described to me very often in candid, though explicit detail. I am not sure I have done justice to the emotion, fears, concerns, and eventual discovery and freedom for the woman who I now have come to know and believe to be a very special individual, all the while trying to tell her story within a story. But I tried.

This is her story.

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Penny.

Penny was just sixteen years old when a horrible car accident caused her to lose both legs just above the knee. She had been a gymnast in school, had tried out and been accepted as a cheer-leader for the following year, with dreams and aspirations to perhaps further her gymnastics abilities in the very near future while attending college. All that came to a horrible and tragic end with the accident, along with Penny's self esteem and hopes for the future. Though she had always been considered attractive, good natured and outgoing, after the accident she withdrew into herself, no longer caring how she looked, felt or even behaved around friends and family who shared her pain, her loss, but who also unfortunately and sadly, distanced themselves from her over time, though she did much of that herself in pushing them away, preferring to look upon herself as a horribly disfigured woman who no man would ever want or love.

Seeing and believing herself in this way, sex was of course the last thing on her mind and something she found she had no desire to experience or share with anyone.

By the time she was thirty, Penny had learned of course to be self-sufficient, though she remained for the most part glued to her wheel chair. She'd made some effort at trying to walk again with the help of artificial limbs, but had eventually given up any hope or desire of accomplishing that, self-pity, frustration and anger winning out over any desire other than to spend the rest of her life in her chair. Her only real accomplishment was in buying one-half of a duplex that she soon after moved into that had room enough for her to move around in as well as easy access for exiting and entering. She learned to use a moveable step-stool ladder in her home in order to cook, store groceries, and try to live as normal a life as she could on her own, content to do so having long ago accepted the fact emotionally that she would in all likelihood never marry, never have kids, and since she'd also chosen to remain a virgin having never had any sort of intimate sexual relationship with anyone, short of the very rare instances when she would sometimes masturbate, though even those moments were far and few in-between.

Her one and only real friend was William, though he preferred being called "Will" over "Bill" as he'd informed her after they'd first met. Will owned the duplex that Penny was purchasing her half from. As such, he'd helped her move and get settled in to some extent, offering her help only when he knew she needed and wanted it, astute enough to not offer unless she actually asked. It was because of this perhaps that over time, she had actually begun to look forward to his visits with her, though he was twenty years older, divorced, with two teenage daughters she couldn't really stand whenever they came to visit their father, and not because they were bratty or obnoxious, but because they reminded her too much of herself back when she was their age, just before the accident.

And just like Will's daughters, she had once worn her naturally blond hair long, well past her shoulders. Now, she kept it short, cutting it herself as it too had become too much of a nuisance, too much of a burden, and too much of a reminder of her past. Penny had even seriously considered having a breast reduction, and though her boobs weren't overly large by any means, they were enough so that she thought herself even more top-heavy and grossly miss-proportioned whenever she looked at herself in the mirror, which she hardly ever did anyway, not liking what she saw there whenever she had.

It was on a particular very hot summer evening, Penny sat outside on the back shared Patio that Will had built. He was in the process of barbequing some chicken for them for dinner, Penny volunteering to make a nice green salad to go along with, watching Will as he cooked, enjoying the glass of wine he'd given her, though this was already her third, and she was already feeling it. Still, all in all she hadn't felt quite this much at peace with herself in quite some time, and Will had truly proven himself to be a good friend and neighbor, so she was very relaxed and comfortable around him. Perhaps it was because of that, along with the several glasses of wine that she'd consumed already, Penny found herself in one of her very rare, very infrequent moods when normal, natural desires and curiosities caused her to question Will intimately about his own personal life as they sat down to eat.

"Why is it that I never see you bring anyone home, or ever go out on the weekends?" she asked suddenly. "Except for when you're working, you're always here just like I am."

Will gave Penny a knowing look. "First of all, because I hate dating, especially at my age, and secondly, because every woman I've ever met has tried to make me into something I'm not."

Penny grinned in spite of herself, she knew exactly what that felt like. But it was the wine that had loosened her tongue as well as her curiosity. Had it not been for that, her next question might never have been asked. Will certainly was an attractive looking man, even she had to admit that to herself, but he was the first one she'd ever met and gotten to know whose world didn't seem to revolve around sex.

"Do you miss not being with a woman?" she began, continuing before Will had time to respond to that. "What I mean is, do you prefer being celibate?"

He laughed openly, almost a boyish kind of laughter as he nearly spilled wine on himself, barely setting his glass back down on the table before doing so. "Do I miss not being with a woman? Hell yes I do! I miss it every day, though I'll freely admit this to you, it's not my ex-wife that I miss. It was because of her that I met and actually fell in love with someone else who showed me what intimacy, love and adventure could really feel like. And it's not even her that I miss either, but that! And as far as being celibate goes, it's not by my choice that I am Penny, I've just not met, nor really tried to meet anyone else that could share with me the kind of passion and excitement that I'm talking about!"

Penny was surprised by his answer, as well as intrigued by it too. And though she was certainly naive when it came to just about everything of a sexual nature, she wasn't without feeling that every once in a while came on her like a plague until wrestling with her emotions, guilt and anxiety, she'd finally give into it and then masturbate like crazy for two or three days in a row before finally putting the beast back where it belonged for a while.

"How do you manage it then?" she heard herself asking, without realizing the response that might come from having done so.

"Probably the same as you, I jerk off a lot," he said truthfully, not seemingly embarrassed by that admission at all.

Penny felt her face reddening, and not from her own embarrassment either, but from his simple honest admission that immediately painted an image for her inside her head that she couldn't seem to shake off as she sat imagining it.

"I don't," she said softly, lying to Will as well as herself.

"Why not?" he shot back, catching her off guard. "You may have lost your legs, but you're certainly not paralyzed, hell Penny, as strange as this may sound, you could probably do more interesting things in bed than most men would ever dream of having a woman be able to do!"

For the briefest of moments, she didn't quite know what to think, or even how to respond to that, so she told him the Gods honest truth about herself in three simple words. "I'm a virgin."

Maybe his eyes registered some surprise by this revelation, though he didn't exactly pounce on it the way every other man she'd ever met had, which is one of the reasons she'd quit sharing that personal tid-bit about herself with anyone, until now.

"When you meet the right man," he said very seriously, "then you'll know when it's right for you. Just because you've chosen to remain a virgin up until now, doesn't mean you'll always be one either. Most important advice I could give you is, don't worry or keep thinking about it. When the time comes, it will. Until then, just keep being yourself."

Penny truly was amazed at what he'd just told her. Once again, every other man she'd ever known that she'd confided that personal little secret with had suddenly taken it upon themselves to voluntarily offer her their services, as though they'd be doing her a big favor in having done so. Will hadn't, if anything, he'd all but told her to stay one until she felt doing otherwise. Which in a sense, she had been, though she'd also resigned herself to remaining a virgin the rest of her life too.

She didn't know why, even later afterwards as she thought about it, why she would share even more intimate personal thoughts with him, but she did. It was as though she was offering Will the key to her most private place, daring him to take it, open it, and discover what was inside, though she really didn't know herself what could be found there, only that there was a nagging, burning desire that had been a part of her for as long as she could remember. "The beast" as she called it and thought about it, the "monster" that she was constantly having to find a way to appease before she could make it go away again, and this...was becoming harder and harder for her to do every time she'd fought with it.

"It's not that simple," she began actually feeling comfortable in telling him all this. "It's not like I want to remain a virgin, just never met or found anyone who could accept me for me in that way. I keep feeling like I'd be some sort of conquest, or looked upon like a freak-show exhibit that promises to know the secret sexual abilities of the universe or something. And I don't, sure...I understand the basics, I'm not stupid either, but beyond that, I don't know a damn thing, and to be honest with you about it Will, that scares the hell out of me!"

Will sat back in his chair looking at her, neither smiling, nor frowning, and certainly not judging. "What do you want to know? To learn?" he asked simply, just as seriously.

She laughed at that, feeling her defenses rising up once again, even though her fifth glass of wine kept liquefying the foundation so that it kept tumbling down around her rather than continuing to stand as it had in the past.

"What? You're offering to teach me all about sex?" she asked laughing, trying to use humor to mask her real feelings which she knew to be the beast inside her having perked it's ears up at hearing this.

"Only as much as you're in the mood to want to know, nothing more...nothing less, everything at your pace and speed. But yes, if you want to put it that way, I'll teach you as much, or as little as you really want to know, it would be entirely up to you."

She tried laughing his answer off again, but his expression remained, as well as his silence as he sat waiting on her, waiting for her to actually think about it, to decide for herself what it was she truly wanted to know about herself, had always wanted to discover, but been too afraid to find out.

"So, sort of like sex for dummies?" she'd thrown out, again hiding her sudden fear and anxiety in humor as she goaded him into turning this into some sort of joke as well.

"You're not dumb," he told her, an edge to his tone of voice she'd not heard before, though he didn't press it any further with her, just letting that simple statement settle in. "And like I said, as little as you want to know, or even care to," he added. "But it's entirely up to you." 

Will stood at that moment and turned heading back into the house. Penny thought for a moment that she might have actually offended him, made him angry with her, and she was surprised to feel that this was the last thing she'd ever wanted to do, probably for the first time in her life for that matter.

"Where're you going?" she asked worriedly, not wanting this evening, nor this conversation to end quite yet.

"We're out of wine," he told her finally smiling. "But I think you've had more than enough of it already," he added. "So I'm going to put on a pot of coffee, after that, you can tell me what you'd like to talk about first, and we'll take it from there." 

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Penny sat while Will went inside to make them some coffee, thinking about what'd he'd told her, trying to find some hidden reasoning behind his intentions, the struggle one she'd often had with herself before, though finding this one entirely different. She'd certainly been aroused before too, but as with that, she fought against it, convincing herself that it was a disgusting abnormal urge and desire to have until succumbing to it, giving in to it, then hating herself for many days afterwards. As she sat there, she couldn't help but think that this is how that would end too, hating herself the next day, but accepting that it was already too late to do anything about it now. She was aroused, curiously aroused, and the beast had been set free.

"So? Thought about what I said?" Will asked when he came back outside carrying two cups of freshly brewed coffee with him, setting one down in front of her, then taking his seat.

Penny was tempted to use humor on him once again, but found the beast wasn't feeling too funny at the moment, and now very much in charge of her thoughts and emotions. "You really were serious then?" she asked not at all smiling when she said it. "As slow as I want, I can ask you whatever I want to, and you won't try and push anything any further than that."

Will just looked at her without speaking, giving her a subtle nod of the head instead.

"Hmm, where to begin?" she asked smiling, not really joking now, but wanting desperately to see the smile return to his face, making this less serious than she herself was now making it. And then he did smile.

"Why not begin with what you know? Or don't know about whatever it is you'd first like to know," he told her.

"Like what?" she said allowing him to turn the key she'd actually given him in the lock, the door slowly opening.

"Why don't we start with masturbation?" he asked.

Hearing that, she did laugh, but it was a nervous laugh too. "I already know how to do that!" she told him.

"Do you?"

His simple question paralyzed her momentarily, she found herself tongue-tied and unable to speak as words failed to say what she was honestly feeling in trying to just as honestly answer that.

"Let me ask you something," he said giving her a reprieve which she found herself greatly appreciating for the moment.

"Ok, shoot!"

"First off, the rules."

"Rules?"

"Yeah, rules. Number one, honesty. No bull-shit. Tell me how you feel, or don't feel about something if I ask. And likewise, if you ask me about something, then expect an honest and totally candid answer in response, don't shy away from what I say, or in what words I use to say it. If you do, then this isn't going to work, and it ends right then and there. Understood?"

"Ok, what other rules?"

"Actually, just that one, let's keep it simple for now. Let's just agree to be totally and completely honest with one another from the very beginning. After that, if we think we need more rules, we'll discuss them. How's that sound?"

"Fine with me," Penny said meaning it, though she wondered if she would actually be as truthful with him as he was expecting her to. She'd never been so with anyone else before, so she wondered if she even could be now though she'd promised that she would be.

"I mean it Penny," Will said as though he'd seen the hesitation in her eyes. "If you can't be, or don't want to be, then this discussion ends, or any other future discussions for that matter too!" he said once again letting her hear the edge in his tone of voice as he spoke to her.

"Ok, so what was it you wanted to ask me about masturbation?" she asked letting him know that she was a least willing to try by reinitiating the subject.

"Do you enjoy it?"

"Enjoy it?" She said aloud, though inside she was already trying to find some way to evade, or dance around the honest answer. Looking into his eyes before she spoke however, she realized she couldn't, not if this really was to continue the way she now realized she wanted it to, she couldn't. "If you mean do I feel pleasure? Then yes, in a way I do I guess, while I'm doing it. But most of the times afterwards, I'm disgusted by it, disgusted that I did, or that I even had an orgasm, if an orgasm is even what it is that I feel afterwards or during," she added as honestly as she felt she could try and explain to him under the circumstances. By the look in his eyes however, he seemed to know and completely understand what she'd meant.

"You said you were a virgin, but have you ever had any intimate personal experiences with another person? Man or woman?" he asked.

She again laughed, a nervous laugh perhaps that told him she would answer him rather than hide or attempt to hide the truth. "Sure, I went through the normal curious phase of wondering, exploring, once with a boy my age, and even once with a woman I met a few years after the accident when I thought perhaps I really did hate men and was now secretly a lesbian or something. But the truth of the matter is, I've never even seen a man's penis before, a boy's dick yes, but not a man's!"

"Hard or soft?" he asked her.

"What?"

"Hard or soft? How would you like to see it?" he pressed.

She thought about it, "Both I guess...yes, both!" Will made no movement however, though she was sort of expecting it. She waited until she couldn't wait any more. "Well? You going to show me or not?"

"Was waiting for you to ask me," he said turning it back on her. "I'm not going to assume anything, and neither should you. If you truly want to see or do something, then you have to tell me."

"Rule number two?"

"Rule number two," he grinned as he stood and began removing his pants.

Once he had done so, he stood in front of her, fully exposed, though she couldn't honestly say if he was fully soft, certainly not hard, but more importantly she looked, and found fascination with it in looking, seeing really for the very first time. "OK, now make it hard...please?" she added looking up into his eyes.

Will stroked it briefly, coaxing himself into firmness, and then released it allowing it to stand of its own accord.

"Goodness!"

"What?"

"It looks totally different!" she exclaimed, actually surprised by it.




Penny



Will looked down at himself, smiled, and then met her eyes once again. "Yeah, sometimes it even surprises me, when I get really aroused, it even looks different than it does now."

"Really aroused?" she asked.

"Yeah, really aroused," he told her.

"And how do you do that?"

"Well obviously, playing with it, enjoying myself when I do, or when someone else does preferably, but that's when," he said sitting down now, though he didn't make any effort to put his pants back on as he did.

"Will you do that?" she found herself asking.

"If you really want me to, yes."

"I do," she said feeling even more aroused herself, wondering if this time she'd really have to wrestle with the demons inside her for admitting to that afterwards, after all this was said and done and she was alone back inside her own house once again.

"For how long?" he asked.

"What do you mean for how long?" she asked him back.

"Until you're satisfied, or I am?" he said letting her know in no uncertain terms what he'd meant by that.

"I've never seen that either," she freely admitted.

"You still haven't answered my question either," he told her. "Be specific!"

"Rule number three?"

This time he laughed, the tension that had grown between them easing somewhat. "Yeah, rule number three, maybe we'd better get a pad and pencil," he suggested.

"Nah, I've got a good memory, I'll write them all down for us later," she grinned.

Will continued to sit, though now Penny watched as his hand came up once again encircling his prick. She watched his eyes close, watched as his hand began to caress, touch, and tickle himself in ways she could have never imagined. She'd honestly expected to simply see Will pumping his hand up and down on his shaft, just as she'd heard and learned long ago by what her then girlfriends had told her, or shared with her as to what they'd done, and how. Seeing him now, both fascinated, as well as repulsed her, repulsed because she was witnessing pleasure in his face, pleasure that he was openly enjoying and bringing on to himself. Repulsed because it aroused her, excited her to be watching him, she felt her own wetness begin just as it had in the past, when she'd finally fought against it long enough, giving in to it, the only way she knew to make it go away. Knowing as she sat there, the longer she sat there, that it would get stronger and stronger in her as well, until it wouldn't, until it couldn't go away until she eventually found time for herself and helped it do so. And Penny was repulsed by that even more so, because she looked forward to doing it!

Penny knew all the basics, all the mechanics of course. But she didn't know, had never seen, never experienced or knew what it was like when a man actually ejaculated. She found herself once again struggling with her emotions, apprehensive, fearful, once again repulsed, but there was another side to that coin, a side that was growing stronger and stronger with each passing minute. She was also excited, curiously interested anticipating the moment, and more than she'd ever allowed herself to feel or be, more aroused than she had ever been before in her entire life!

Will didn't just sit pumping his cock up and down either. Something else which surprised her, fascinated her, and drew her interest. He actually sat there, enjoying it, enjoying himself as he touched himself in ways that she honestly believed most men would never admit to in doing, only when alone. But here he was, showing her what he enjoyed, what he liked, and in many ways how it felt through the expressions on his face, his breathing, and even his escaped sighs of pleasure and ecstasy as his orgasm grew nearer and nearer.

She was almost afraid to speak, fearful that if she did she would break his revelry and passion, but she formed the words, speaking them before she could catch herself.

"How does it feel for you? By the look on your face, I'd say it feels good obviously, and that you seem to be getting closer to the end."

"I am," he said opening his eyes, lust-filled eyes that spoke volumes of what he was feeling, and so vulnerably now sharing with her as he did so. "It does feel good yes, I know better than anyone what to do and when to do it, how to tease and tickle, how to increase, or even decrease the pleasure in order to intensify the climax when it does come, when I allow it to happen."

In a way, she could understand all that, though she'd never really allowed herself to experience it. 

"But as good as this feels, as good as I can make myself feel, it always feels better when someone else is doing it for you," he told her freely and honestly.

She didn't know she was holding her breath, until her body demanded that she do so. "Better?" she asked then, though the pitch of her voice reflected her sudden intake of air. "How?" she added, suddenly berating herself for having done so, for interrupting the ecstasy and joy he was obviously so near.

"Because," he said grinning at her, though his hand continued to move, continued to play, continued to fondle, tease and now more purposely stroke. "When you allow someone else to share with you that pleasure, give and bring you pleasure even if they don't know you as well as you know yourself, the intimacy of that, becomes an even greater pleasure, an even more erotic thrill, so when release does finally come, it is usually far greater than you could have ever done, or given to yourself, that's why!"

Maybe it was because of the way he said it, maybe it was because of the look in his eyes as he looked at her, the truth of what he'd said revealed to her, the door pushing even more wider now, a bit of light from the outside beginning to seep in, she would wonder and ask herself afterwards why she did it, coming up with the only answer that made any sense, 'because she wanted to.'

A simple movement of her chair brought her directly next to him at that moment, and then her hand slipped into his lap replacing his own, which though surprising him perhaps, he allowed, smiling happily towards her as she began exploring the strangeness of his sex, and the passion of wonder and joy to bubble to the surface of her mind in ways that she had never before experienced.

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It was such a silly, simple thing really. But Penny was glad to see Will kept his eyes closed as she explored him with hands and fingers. Perhaps he did so as he truly was enjoying the sensations she was bringing to him, though for the life of her, she didn't know why he would. It was more exploratory than coaxing as she considered it, but she was grateful none-the-less for the privacy he afforded to her as she scrutinized his hard throbbing prick not only with her hands, but with her eyes as well. Had he sat watching her every movement, Penny knew she would have been far too embarrassed and shy to continue doing so, but knowing he wasn't, without having to look up and see for herself that he wasn't, she continued, her fondling becoming bolder and bolder.

Even with the periodic small sighs of pleasure that Will occasionally allowed himself to make was erotic for her to hear, so much so that she found herself becoming more and more aroused with each passing moment. When his breathing suddenly took on a much deeper intake, along with his moans becoming a bit throatier as well, she knew that Will was on the verge of climax. Only then did she look up into his eyes, seeing them open, a small pleasured smile spreading across his face.

"I'm very, very close," he told her in a near whisper. "If you'd like me to finish myself off, I will if you'd rather not," he said simply hovering on the edge as he did so. Penny didn't answer him in words, she wasn't sure she could have at the moment. Her mouth was dry, words failing her, so she answered him by merely looking back down at his prick that she held in her small delicate hand, and began pumping it up and down with an anticipated fervor. "I'm going to cum," he again said softly, and then a millisecond after saying so, he did.

Penny watched, transfixed, mesmerized in a way as the first geyser of Will's spunk flew from his prick tip in a high skyrocketing arch of white almost phosphorescent streamers as the patio lights reflected off it briefly in the ever diminishing light as the sun had now almost fully set. Again and again Will's cock exploded with even more juice, which Penny found herself almost happily laughing about as she continued pumping it out of his cock, not wishing for it to cease, though of course it finally began to. Penny felt his warm moisture seeping down between her fingers, finally releasing him, lifting her hand to her face where she smelled the musky scent of his spending, then without thought or hesitation, placed the tip of her tongue upon the silky-soft residue and licked it.

"Salty," she said with a surprised tone, licking her fingers once again, then looking up into Will's eyes, once again seeing him smiling at her.

"Did you enjoy doing that?" he asked.

"Oh yes!" she grinned back at him, "it was...fascinating!" she blurted excitedly, honestly meaning it.

"Did it arouse you?"

She thought before answering. It had, and she could feel the all too familiar moisture which had gathered between her legs. "Yes," she finally admitted, though she'd answered with a nod of her head that was barely in acknowledgment that she was.

"Would you like for me to do the same for you?"

"No!" The word exploded from between her lips before she'd even realized she'd spoken it. She even pushed her wheelchair away from him as though needing the extra distance to separate the two of them even further. And though her reaction had been a bit startling, Will kept his tone of voice soft in response to that.

"Why not?"

"Because."

Rather than prolong this sudden childish game, Will redirected his train of thought in hopes of drawing more out of her.

"Why does the thought of that make you uncomfortable?" he asked. "Are you afraid to let someone else touch you?"

The simple truth was, she really did want him to, but she was ashamed and embarrassed because of how she looked, and then screwing up the courage to tell him the truth, which is what she'd promised to do, she told him so.

"When are you comfortable being naked?" he asked. 

"When I take a bath I guess," she sat thinking about it. It was the one and only time she ever did really, but then she could still hide herself beneath a layer of bubbles so she wasn't confronted and reminded of her disfigurement and ugliness.

Will stood, zipping himself up. "Well, that's probably enough for today anyway. But I would appreciate it if you'd spend some time thinking about what we shared together here, and then plan on discussing it at length some time tomorrow. In addition to that, I want you to consider allowing me to join you in your bath tomorrow while we talk. You can make as many bubbles as you'd like while you do so, but I would like to begin there if we may, so think about it."

For a moment, Penny nearly told him that such a request was impossible, but to her own surprise, she didn't, though she didn't say she would either. She merely smiled at least admitting to him in doing so that she'd indeed think about it, and then turned around in her chair, wheeling herself back into the house.

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It was late in the afternoon of the next day before Penny even ventured to go outside. She had seen Will sitting out on the patio that morning reading the Sunday paper, but had remained sequestered inside her own house out of fear perhaps, that he would suggest the bath. She hadn't made up her mind about that as yet however, so had chosen to remain inside as much as she hated hiding from him. Eventually, he had gone back inside too with the heat of the day, and until early evening, had not again appeared. Now he had, sipping a drink, reading a book.

It was time.

Penny knew that Will carried his cell-phone with him of course, and chose to let him know by calling, rather than facing him that she had decided. First, she wheeled herself into the bathroom, then began filling up the tub, ensuring that she had used twice the normal amount of bubble-bath that she normally did. Once the tub was filled to her satisfaction, Penny took off her remaining clothes and slipped in to what almost looked like an ice-field as the bubbles grew so thick together that you couldn't possibly even see the water, let alone any part of her except for her head and shoulders. Satisfied, Penny picked up the phone and called Will.

She soon after hung up the phone after speaking with him, being told that he'd be over in a few minutes time. Penny had left the door unlocked, and had told him so. She sat waiting in the hot soapy tub for only a few minutes when she heard the door open down the hallway, and the sound of footsteps as Will approached. He knocked, and then let himself in to the bathroom. Almost immediately, before even saying a word however, he switched off the lights, though leaving the bathroom door partially open. It had the effect of diming the harsh glare of the room immediately, giving her some surprised comfort upon doing so, but allowing the two of them to see just enough of one another without it being pitch-black inside the room.

"Better?"

"Yes, much, thank you!" she told him, actually feeling it, a bit more relaxed and at ease as Will knelt on the floor next to the tub taking up the wash-cloth that he had seen laying next to her. He placed it into the water wetting it, and then had her lean forward as he slowly washed her back with the cloth, further easing her worry and anxiety.

And once again, as he did so, she allowed herself to feel the touch of his hand upon her, which was soothing and comforting more than anything else. When he had finished washing her back, which he had taken great care, if not an inordinate of time in doing, he then had her sit back against the tub, much more relaxed now of course.

"Close your eyes," he told her softly. "And continue to try and stay relaxed," he added.

Penny did, now feeling the comforting touch of the soft warm cloth as Will ran it along her face, down across her neck, and finally began to slowly ease it towards her still firm full breasts. She tensed only for a moment, once again relaxing as his ministrations upon her continued to be soothing rather than exploratory, though even that she felt began to change in accord with her own surprised level of arousal as it grew.

Penny again flinched when she first felt the cloth brush tenderly, lightly across her nipple, and then the other, but she soon forced herself to lessen the tension she was feeling, her eyes firmly closed, feeling much like an Ostrich burying its head in the sand as though it couldn't be seen. And though she was grateful, not only for the slowly disappearing layer of bubbles, but for the added protective darkness of the room, it hid not only her own fears and expression, but hid from her Will's eyes, though she knew he wouldn't be looking at her judgmentally, there was still the fear of that which near paralyzed her as she sat there.

So absorbed in her initial thoughts of these things, she didn't even realize that Will no longer touched her through the use of the cloth. It was the soft gentle tips of his fingers now that encircled her breasts, exploring, and playfully arousing her extended, rapidly growing nipples. She felt a surge, a tingling within each as he went back and forth one to the other, the barest and briefest of touches upon each, but she soon found herself wishing him to dally a bit longer as he did so, finding the contact arousing, stimulating, and exciting!

Penny enjoyed how he allowed his fingers to probe beneath the gentle slopes of her tits, relishing in their buoyancy as he lifted them, caressing, replacing only to perform the same gentle exploratory search of one and then the other, again going back to her nipples, now firmly hard and erect, perhaps even more so than she ever remembered them being before.

"How's that feel?" he asked, his tone of voice dripping with desire, perhaps even lust which sent a torrent of chills racing down her spine, even though the water remained nice and hot.

"Nice," she admitted, almost purring the word. "Very nice," she added by way of emphasis, and giving him continued encouragement in having said so.

She now felt his fingers and hands do more than lightly touch or caress. Hands became bolder now, fingers even more playful as they flicked at sensitized nipples, tweaked and rolled them, pulling them upwards or outwards, this way or that. Never too hard, but not nearly as soft either, each tug, each roll of a hard nipple suddenly sending another signal, this one an aroused one, down to the very depths of her femininity which still lay concealed, protected by her own hand which only then she realized she had placed there as though to hide it, even though it couldn't be seen. Penny drew a breath, holding it for a moment, then forced her own hand away, breaking the surface of the water where she now rested it along the side of the tub. No sooner had she done so, she felt Will's hand slowly begin to make its way down her belly, pausing to linger, to again caress, explore before pushing on. Penny allowed herself to expel her breath before taking another in anticipation of what was to come. Her senses heightened now, a mixture of fear, anxiety, nervous excitement, all of which struggled against emotions she had never felt quite so strongly before...arousal and desire!

The first real sense of him was when she felt the palm of his hand firmly cupping her mound, holding it there, and pressed tightly against her, though unmoving at first. Next, the tip of his middle finger as it slowly teased, probed and again pressed at the tight slit of her sex, which Penny realized she'd held closed with the simple press of her legs together there beneath the water. Will stroked, his finger tip shallow at first, urging her without words, and Penny responded, slowly easing her legs further and further apart as his finger continued to slide easier and easier up and then down her now far more relaxed split. Will introduced his finger tip briefly to her clit, just letting it know he knew where it was, coaxing it from hiding which it began to do, even against Penny's will at first as she fought it, strained against it, then succumbed to it as thrill of touch and desire overwhelmed the mountain of inhibitions she still carried there.

She heard herself moan, "Oh!" a word sounding foreign to her, in a familiar voice yes, but not in a familiar tone as she heard it again softening even more as Will's fingers danced playfully up and down her rapidly lubricating quim. "Oooh, Ahhh, Oh!" she spoke involuntarily, her hips likewise beginning to dance beneath the surface of the water seemingly without control, as though having a mind of their own as she swayed in perfect rhythm against the dance of his titillating fingers that now gently probed ever deeper, finding more and more wet pearly lubrication that began to seep upwards from her depths, coating his fingers which he now used to tenderly tease, tickle and delight her rapidly hardening little clit.

"Relax Penny, not quite so tense. That's it, relax, open your legs just a little more for me, that's it honey, yes...you're doing fine, just try and let yourself feel, nothing more, no thoughts, just feelings."

Penny heard his words, they too were soothing, yet arousing. He began telling her what he was feeling, and then doing to her though she already knew, yet his words, somehow erotic now, stimulating, suggestive and arousing as she heard them in this setting as opposed to upsetting her had she heard them at some other time.

"Your pussy is so soft, so wet, so slick Penny," he whispered against her neck then, one hand now teasing her nipple, the other likewise teasing her hard extended clit as though it were the other. "Your clit is so hard, so sensitive now, can you feel that? Do you like the way my finger glides across it Penny?"




Penny



"Yes," she moaned openly. "Yes!"

"Ah, so much juice inside you, yearning to come out Penny, your pussy is so warm and slippery inside, my fingers want to fuck you there forever, to probe you, tease you and touch you over and over and over."

"Oh God!" Penny cried out, the pent up frustrations and guilt she had fought with and against for so long, suddenly evaporating with the twirl of two fingers, each one capturing her clit, holding it, gently pulling, then rubbing, then flicking it softly back and forth."

"Harder!" She heard herself saying, surprised at the words that fell from her mouth. "Faster!" she added as the sensations began to swirl around her like smoke, consuming her with passion and desire. Even the lap of the water as it splashed and danced against her became erotic, like the slap on slap of flesh, two lovers caught in a frenzy of lust, need and want.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" Penny now moaned over and over like a spiritual mantra, her far too long suppressed need blossoming into a rich beautiful garden of bliss unlike any she had ever known before.

"Just feel it," he told her, his lips gently pressed upon her breast now, "let yourself go Penny, let yourself go."

Her orgasm swept her away, taking her completely by surprise. The enormity of it overwhelming her, her high-pitched scream of release not near enough to compensate for the heart seizing sensation that tore through her entire being, nearly causing her to black out, which for a moment she couldn't help but wonder if she had. When she truly regained her senses, she found herself no longer beneath the water, her hands firmly wrapped around Will's neck as he stood with her, hugging her to him, both dripping wet, but so warmly comforting all the same.

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Will wrapped Penny's naked body in a big fluffy bath-towel, then holding her basically in the crook of his arm as she continued to hang onto him with her arms wrapped around his neck, he carried her out of the bathroom, down the hall and into her bedroom. Here too, as they stepped inside, Will turned off the overhead lights. With the sun having fully set now, the room was dark, Will leaving the door open in order to catch just enough light from the hallway, he quickly crossed the room, tossing back the comforter on her bed, then placing her upon it, removing the towel.

For the briefest of moments, Penny struggled with the thought of scampering across the bed, yanking the comforter that Will had turned down, pulling it up and over herself as though to hide from him...but she didn't. She remained where she was, though she felt her face burning with embarrassment as well as anticipation and excitement.

"I need to remove my wet shirt," he told her already beginning to do so along with his shoes, though once he had, he merely sat on the edge of the bed next to her where he once again began to caress her face, running his fingers along her forehead, around her eyes, nose and lips. Penny gave an involuntary shudder as he leaned over, kissing her then, his lips soft and tender against her own as she met him in a deep passionate kiss. His lips then traveling down her neck to the soft upper slopes of her breasts where he lingered, planting soft quick kisses on tender flesh, back and forth, slowly moving down until Penny felt his tongue lightly dance upon the surface of her still erect hard little nipples. Once again she shuddered, moaned, and placed her hands upon the top of his head, running her fingers through the thick dark strands of his hair.

Will began to kiss, touch and caress every square inch of her body, always moving down, slowly, ever so slowly, her mind whirling with the sensitive contact, though her eyes exploding wide open, once again catching her breath as she felt the first gentle kiss of his lips upon her upper thigh, then lower still towards the end of her stump. Penny grabbed his head as though to pull him back up towards her, but he resisted, his next kiss, next touch gentler still as he kissed that part of her that she found revolting, caressing her rounded appendage, then kissing it and lingering there to continue doing so. He soon moved over and began lavishing the same tender explorations upon her other leg, feeling her beginning to relax, her body less rigid with each passing moment.

Penny had just settled back into the bed, allowing herself, forcing herself really, to relax when she felt Will's tongue briefly travel up the still wet slippery groove of her sex. She again stiffened briefly, but only for a moment as Will placed his hands on either leg, parting them easily, boldly as his mouth now covered her pussy entirely, his breath hot against her as he licked, his tongue traveling up and down her slit, her clit tickled, kissed and lightly suckled as Will repeated the process, now firmly positioned between her legs as hands continued to hold and caress her smooth bare stumps.

When she came, her orgasm was even more intense than the previous. It had been a slow teasing, almost torturous buildup to the penultimate release. She wasn't even aware of it until it was suddenly upon her, then there was nothing she could do but succumb to the glorious rapture that she felt, her mind almost going numb, her body seized in a fist of pleasure that threatened to rob her of all sanity which it very nearly did. Penny cried out into the night, the sound of her climax reverberating around the room as Will's tongue, lips and mouth continued to devour her spent essence, the liquefied pleasure pouring from her cunt in small creamy little rivers which he drank from enthusiastically like a parched man out on the desert. For the longest time they lay together in the darkness, unmoving, only the lightest touch of his still working tongue barely moving, but maddeningly there as she felt him continuing to lick her long after the fires of pleasure had finally died down.

She opened her eyes only upon feeling him move, now standing, as he undid the belt on his pants, the sound of his zipper coming down. Even in the dim light, she could clearly see and make out the firmness of his erection as it sprang from the confines of his briefs as he removed them, once again crawling into the bed next to her. Penny surprised herself, her hand automatically venturing out to find him, seeking his hard stiff prick, finding it, then wrapping around it, holding it as she rolled over him, her mouth now replacing her hand as she drew him inside and began to explore him with her lips.

As foreign to her as this was, his contented sigh of pleasure told her that whatever she was doing to him seemed to please and pleasure him. And again to her surprise, Penny found pleasure in this, renewed chills of excitement sprinkling her body in little bumps as her hands cupped, fondled and explored his tight ball-sack, her lips firmly pressed around the head of Will's prick, sucking it, pulling on it and releasing it with a little "pop" sound that merely added to the erotic, sensual atmosphere and mood they had created together.

"I want to make love to you," he told her. "Even if you're not ready for that now, I want you to know that I do."

There was only the briefest hesitation on her part, though she reminded him in doing so that she was still a virgin. She saw him smile knowingly in the darkness, sitting up slightly, his strong arms already reaching up beneath her arms, lifting and pulling her up effortlessly until he had repositioned her, Penny now literally sitting on his hard erect prick. Penny began to move against him then, sliding herself back and forth, side to side, up and down, feeling the wetness of her sex sliding against the firmness of his, her lips at times gathering around him, holding him as his hands continued to again tease and tenderly tickle her nipples.

As she slid against him, she felt her pussy capture the head of his cock, felt the head of it pressing firmly against the barrier that prevented it from slipping fully inside her.

"If you're not ready yet..." Will barely managed to say, then swallowed the rest of his words as Penny sat down even more fully upon his shaft, pressure suddenly increasing, though only for a moment as her cry of pleasured pain escaped her throat. In an instant, Will felt his prick fully engulfed within her, Penny now unmoving, merely holding him inside as she grew used to the foreign sensation of it, the brief pain gradually ebbing, replacing itself with one of wonder and joy as she began to slowly undulate upon him, allowing her pussy to accustom itself to the fullness of him being inside her.

Will allowed Penny to move at her own speed and tempo, marveling at the newfound dexterity and freedom of movement which she herself began to explore, almost like a child finding delight on a new playground as she lifted herself, her strong arms easily supporting her own weight, rocking back and forth upon him as though on a swing that she herself had created, then turning around and upon him like a gymnast on a Pommel horse, experiencing the differing sensations and touches of his maleness inside her as she did so.

Will too felt a unique and erotic difference, never considering himself an exceptional lover, or having had countless numbers of women, but enough so that he felt pleasure unlike any he had ever known before either. Penny found herself laughing, often even crying as they tumbled around in bed freely together, the ease of their coupling allowing them to move in ways that Will had never thought possible or remotely imagined even in the privacy of his own secret decadent thoughts and fantasies.

It was early in the morning with the sun already peeking in through the draw curtains when they both finally collapsed from exhaustion. Will called, taking the day off, spending the morning in bed with Penny where they both caught up on some much needed sleep. They would spend that evening talking and discussing what they had both learned and shared together, Penny's metamorphosis, for that's how Will saw it, only then just beginning. But it would have a pronounced affect, not only on their own relationship, but on Penny's drastic change in attitude and outlook on life as well in the coming days and weeks ahead.

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Author's note:

It was my intention to write and describe a few more specific encounters at this point in the story before drawing it to a close. After discussion with "Penny" however, she felt it important to address how she emotionally swung from one extreme to the other, though I felt it detracted from the mood and theme which I'd originally felt was the purpose of this story. After listening to her reasons for it however, I found myself in agreement with her, thus deciding to elaborate to some extent on some of the future encounters she experienced, much of which was at her urging and desire, aside and apart from Will's initial fears and concerns and over all reluctance to do so in the beginning, though he too eventually participated willingly, and in time instigated much of what Penny termed her "Kinky - Exploratory - Period". Penny felt it was not only necessary and important to include this, so that the reader might in some way understand the continued struggle she herself was experiencing, though it was a new and entirely different struggle in finding herself, which had now headed off into an entirely different direction.

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Several months passed where they spent nearly every free moment they had together, most of it in bed, along with everywhere else they could find to engage in some form of sex. Penny's appetite became almost insatiable, her desires and needs nearly consuming the two of them to the point of physical exhaustion at times. And not that Will didn't like it, and find Penny's new found freedom and sudden loss of inhibitions exhilarating, because he did, but he also expressed concern as Penny's desires increased along with her imagination and sudden new found fantasies which began to fill her thoughts more and more with each passing day.

During this period, Will had installed a swing from the ceiling which easily accommodated Penny's weight. It had become for them both an exciting adventure that they often used, but it was yet another contraption that Will himself invented and installed that gave Penny an even greater sense of thrill and excitement. Will had mounted on the wall for lack of a better term, a "slider" that could be raised or lowered and locked into position at whatever height was needed or required. Penny would attach herself into it, either right-side up, or upside down, totally dependent upon her mood or desire at the time. She actually preferred being hung upside down in it most often, suspended in such a way and at just the right height, that Will could fuck her in this fashion which she loved doing, and having the perspective of looking at him, and playing with him from beneath as he did so. Will loved it for raising her up and going down on her, while she in turn sucked him simultaneously which they both very much enjoyed.

Over time, they began to include various other toys, vibrators and dildo's, soon after finding that Penny enjoyed anal sex nearly as much as she enjoyed regular vaginal penetration. They would often use various toys to stimulate her pussy with while Will performed anal sex, but it soon became a desire and fantasy of hers to eventually begin discussing and including another man so that she could experience the pleasure of a double penetration.

"I'm not sure I'm up for that," he told her once again, now having had the same conversation it seemed for the second time that day. "I'm sure it's not all that different from the life-like prick I've been using on you already," he'd argued. But the truth was, Will wasn't sure he'd be comfortable in including another man into their relationship. Though they hadn't spoken of it, discussed it in any way shape or form, Will found, and felt that he was falling in love with this woman, and had no desire to sharing her with anyone else. Obviously, Penny didn't feel the same way towards him as he believed, and thus remained persistent in wanting to include someone else.

Several days passed when they hardly spoke, let alone had sex or any fun together even in conversation. Penny now spent most of this time alone, fantasizing and experimenting with more of her toys while alone, though this only seemed to enhance the desire and need to feel what it would be like to be with two men simultaneously. Finally she had had enough of her forced exile and with the weekend now upon her, decided to go out.

Penny dressed in the one outfit that she knew would draw attention to her prominent best features and away from what remained of her legs, though even those she had garnished with a specially fit pair of black stockings. She wore a tight deep "V" black leather halter top with matching shorts, wore her hair in a spiky, sexy style and soon after called a cab.

Not too surprisingly, she saw out of the corner of her eye as Will stood in his front room window looking out at her as the cab arrived to pick her up. Climbing in, she gave him the address of a local strip joint that catered to both men as well as women, taking one last peek back through the window as the cab drove away, but saw that Will no longer stood there looking out at her.

#

As it turned out, the club that night was having a 'Wet Tee-shirt' contest, and though she wasn't exactly wearing a tee-shirt, she was more than welcomed to participate though being given several various and curious looks from many of her female competitors. When Penny had screwed up enough courage with several drinks along the way, it was finally her turn to get up on stage and dance, all the while being sprayed with water bottles from the men sitting around the stage in the front row. Knowing that she couldn't very well compete on the same level as any of the other women there who danced and displayed their breasts, most removing their tops entirely once their tee-shirts were soaked, Penny removed her leather top entirely before even climbing onto the stage, lifting herself out of her wheelchair in order to do so, much to the surprise and delight of everyone there.

What she did do, was cartwheel herself about, using the strength she had gained in her arms, hand standing, and even walking on them to some degree and maintaining a perfect balance as she did so. Her large full breasts defying gravity, which she managed to shake and rotate much to the delight of everyone watching her, including most if not all of the other females.

By the time she had finished her turn, the applause was almost deafening. Penny had been the hit of the night, as well as hit on by more men than she could shake a stick at. And though tempted, she chose not to go with anyone, still cautious enough and smart enough to realize how vulnerable she would be, especially with a total stranger. 

The owner of the club actually offered her a job, something that Penny would seriously consider at length, though she did indeed do another dance, when it was later announced that she had won the evening contest, picking up a grand prize of 500.00 in addition to the money that had been tossed her way during both of her rather decadent performances.

It was well past midnight when she finally left the club, she knew she'd had far too much to drink, her head spinning in circles by the time her cab dropped her off at home, she intended to give herself a quick, but nice satisfying little orgasm, especially as she'd allowed several men there in the club to actually fondle and play with her exposed breasts, leaving her horny and aroused. But as she began to wheel herself up to the door, she saw Will suddenly emerge from inside the house and begin heading her way. It became obvious that he had waited up for her to get home.

"Have a good time?" he asked, though his tone of voice was neither sarcastic nor enthusiastic as he asked the question.

"I did...yes," she said fumbling with her keys, realizing just how intoxicated she really was as she dropped them before opening her door. Will quickly leaned over retrieving them, and then unlocked the door for her, already beginning to help her inside as he did so. "Thank you, but I can manage," she said with just a bit of anger in her voice at finding herself actually needing the help as she fumbled about trying to take over and get herself inside.

"Penny! Stop it!" Will said genuinely angry with her as well, but also concerned and worried about her simultaneously. "I don't know what it is, or even why it is that you felt like you needed to prove something to me tonight or not..."

"It wasn't about you!" she interrupted. "And what I needed to prove, I needed to prove to myself! Now, either go home and leave me alone, or take me inside and fuck me, your choice. But I'm not going to discuss tonight with you one way or the other."

For a moment Penny didn't know which way Will would decide to go, and frankly would have bet on his going home given the choice, but he surprised her then, picking her up, lifting her out of the chair where he carried her down the hall and did exactly as she'd asked him to do. Their love-making, even though passionate and sometimes wildly wicked, wasn't anywhere's near that, Will did as she asked him to do, merely using her, fucking her as he might any other woman he'd just picked up off the street. And unlike most other nights, afterwards, Will slipped out of bed, and went home to his own bed to sleep.

#

In the morning, Penny watched and waited until Will had come outside to the Patio to have his morning cup of coffee and read the paper. Seeing him, she screwed up her courage and wheeled herself outside. Hearing her approach, Will turned, actually smiling as he did so. "Well, am surprised you're up," he told her. "Thought that maybe after last night you'd been sleeping most of the day."




Penny



Penny did have a bit of a hangover, that was true enough, though she supposed it penalty enough for the way she had treated Will after arriving home. "Will, I'm sorry about the way I acted last night," she began, but then Will held her off from continuing.

"Like you said, there's no need to discuss last night any further. It was bound to happen, and it did, so let's just accept things the way that they are, and go from there ok?"

His tone told her almost immediately that things had indeed changed between them, though she wasn't as yet sure if that change would come to be one she'd regret, or be thankful for. Only time would tell, but at least the awkwardness of the past night seemed to melt away as they shared coffee together, laughed, and even flirted with one another over their pastries.

"I have a friend," Will began after a while. "Actually a couple I know very well whom I have actually been with, partied with, though it's been well over a year now since I have. But...I called him last night shortly after you left, told he and his wife a little bit about you, and asked if they might be interested in getting together for another 'party', which they both enthusiastically accepted since it's been a while since we've visited anyway. So...if you're interested, I'll set it up," he told her simply.

"What made you change your mind since you were so dead-set against it?" she asked.

"Because you were hell-bent on doing it, with...or without me," came the simple reply. "At least this way I know who the people are, and you won't be as vulnerable as you might otherwise be. But you also need to realize, I have been with this couple before, and Marsha will have every intention of sampling us both if you know what I mean."

Penny thought about that only briefly, the thought of being with another woman not at all repulsive to her whatsoever, it had in fact been the subject of more than one masturbatory fantasy in the past, but she did feel for the briefest of moments, a slight jealous little twinge as the image of Will actually fucking another woman in front of her, gave her pause, but only for a moment.

"Sounds fun then!" she answered enthusiastically. "When?"

"Tomorrow night," he said. "I figured you'd be interested, so I've already set things up with them. They're both very anxious to party with you...with us," he amended. "Just promise me one thing," he asked her once again sounding very serious.

"What?"

"If at any time you feel uncomfortable about anything that is going on, or is about to happen, you say so, don't just accept it and let it happen if it truly doesn't feel right...promise me that much at least," he asked.

"Ok, I promise," she said, wondering even as she did so, if she really would.

#

Pete and Marsha was an attractive and very friendly couple, immediately putting her at ease within a very short time after meeting them and spending some additional time getting to know them both. Pete was in fact ruggedly handsome with what appeared to be a permanent five o'clock shadow on his bronzed face. Muscular in build, it was evident that he took special care of himself, and though Will was certainly no slouch in that department either, it was obvious by way of later comparison that he worked out frequently, building muscles that appeared where they didn't form quite as pronounced on Will's body. Likewise, Marsha was near equally as toned and even darkerly tanned with long naturally blonde hair falling well past her shoulders. Her breasts were equally full, though it was soon brought up during their discussions that she'd had them enlarged, though Penny had to admit it was one of the better boob-jobs she'd ever seen done. Marsha even proudly displayed the near non-existent scars beneath her breasts while they sat drinking together, long before Pete finally suggested that they move things inside in order to become a bit more friendly and intimate.

When Will and Pete both cleared the table and took their drinks and snacks back inside, Marsha leaned over towards her. "Pete's really very anxious to fuck you," she told her. "Especially after Will described you to the two of us, said that you'd really become something of a wild little tiger in bed."

Penny listened without saying much if anything however, curious now as to what all Will had shared with the two of them regarding their sex-life, but decided not to ask her and let the facts sort themselves out later, even if it was necessary for them to do so.

"I told Pete however, that as anxious and excited as he is to do that, I wasn't about to let him until I'd had some time with you myself first. Will told us you hadn't been with another woman, so was wondering just how you feel about that?" Marsha asked then, already running her fingers up alongside Penny's arm.

"No, I haven't," she admitted to her. "But...I AM looking forward to it, so...why don't we go inside and get things started then?" she said already turning her chair and heading back towards the house.

#

By the time Will and Pete entered the bedroom, the girls had already undressed and were rolled up into an erotic little ball as they lay busily lapping at one another's cunts. 

"Wow, didn't take the two of them very long did it?" Pete exclaimed the moment they came into the room. Will stood watching as was Pete, though Pete had already begun to strip off his clothing. Penny rolled over taking Marsha with her, now sitting on top of the woman, easily sliding upwards upon her torso.

"Mind if I tit fuck my pussy?" she asked.

"Not at all!" Marsha grinned wickedly, amazed at the lightness and dexterity of the woman who sat atop her, Penny's arms supporting much of her own weight as she balanced above Marsha's breasts, slowly lowering herself until her pussy came into contact with one of Marsha's breasts.

Marsha cupped her breast making it form into a firmer mound for Penny to hump herself against, tickling Penny's clit with her hard extended nipple, passing it back and forth rapidly as Penny slid back and forth against her equally excited. By now, Pete stood naked, happily stroking his prick which had already become slick with his lubrications which could easily be heard as he unabashedly stood there pulling on it making hot erotic sounds as the slippery fluid continued to ooze from his prick. Will finally began to undress himself, now admittedly aroused as he stood watching the sensual display before him that was heightened with the additional sensation of erotic sounds taking place within the room. The girls moaned and groaned happily together as Penny switched tits with Marsha, now rubbing herself off against the other one.

"Bring that nice big cock of yours over here so I can suck it," Marsha said looking at Will. Will stepped over to the edge of the bed, Marsha's mouth immediately engulfing him as he leaned over her just as Pete now did climbing up onto the bed to stand next to Penny, feeding her his stiff cock as she continued to ride Marsha's now very wet slick breasts which Penny's cunt had began to cover with a slick layer of her own female lubricant.

After a short while, Penny once again moved upwards now planting her pussy over Marsha's face. Taking Will's prick into her mouth as she did so, she took over where Marsha had left off, sucking and stroking it as Pete in turn nestled himself comfortably between his own wife's spread legs and began licking her cunt.

Hearing Will's groan of ecstasy, Penny knew he was already on the verge of climax, urging him on with her mouth, her hands helping to stroke him, fondling and caressing his now very tight ball sack as he stood fucking Penny's face.

"Squirt it baby! Squirt it!" she again urged, wanting desperately now to feel Will's hot sticky cum squirting and pouring into her mouth. Moments later she got her wish as Will's prick head ballooned, and then began ejaculating a torrent of thick hot cream into her mouth as Will shuddered, crying out his release.

"Give it to me!" Marsha cried out into Penny's cunt which she'd continued to lick until hearing Will's climax. Penny quickly slid back, most of Will's spending still held within her mouth as she then placed her mouth on Marsha's allowing the drool of Will's cum to drip from her own mouth into the woman's who lay thrashing lustily beneath her as Pete triggered Marsha's own little climax with his tongue.

Will went for fresh drinks as they all took a breather for a moment, he would need a short time to recover anyway before attempting to grant Penny's long held fantasy which was the whole reason for the four of them coming together in the first place. Penny had now rolled onto her back, feeling more openly vulnerable than she ever had been in her entire life, not the least bit shy at the moment, uncaring that Marsha and Pete could so easily see her rounded stumps which she almost decadently now pointed towards the ceiling, spreading her legs as she did, inviting Pete's mouth upon her while doing so which he readily accommodated. Marsha continued to lick and suckle Penny's breasts, teasing her hard extended nipples with her fingers as Will came back into the room. She smiled to herself watching Will's prick suddenly begin to rise once again with anticipation of what was to come, something that she herself was nervously, yet excitedly looking forward to.

"Whenever you're ready," she grinned looking up at him.

"Where would you like me?" he asked pointedly, his prick now reaching its full hardness once again.

"Nice and deep...inside my ass," she moaned hungrily.

Pete soon after positioned himself on the bed as per Penny's direction, she quickly mounted him slipping her pussy firmly over his rock-hard prick, giving it a couple of nice welcoming pussy strokes before they both felt Will climbing onto the bed, now kneeling behind Penny.

Marsha happily helped Will to apply a great deal of KY jelly on his waiting prick as well as lubricating Penny's tight puckered little starfish, worming her finger inside her, lubricating as well as helping to stretch her for what was to come.

"You ready sweetie?" Marsha asked

"More than!" Penny moaned looking back over her shoulder towards Will as he began pressing the head of his dick against her. She felt the head gently begin spearing into her now very slick hole, then with a sudden 'pop' he slid a couple of inches just inside. "Ahhh, yes!" she squirmed back against him, feeling his length slowly sliding into her even more deeply. In moments, Penny sensed both cocks embedded into her fully, resting against one another separated by the thinnest of membranes. "Oh yeah, fuck me! Fuck me now!" she told them both.

The sensation of both pricks sliding in and out of her simultaneously was almost more than she could bare. Never before in her entire life had she felt so stimulated all at once. Will's cock continued to slowly ease in and out of her ass, while Pete's had chosen to pummel her from below a bit more rapidly, giving her two completely differing sensations that threatened to short-circuit her senses. Even Marsha had found the erotic scene before her transfixing, moving off to one side in order to watch, standing, spreading her legs, holding her own pussy apart with one hand while she spanked the soft sensitive folds of her pussy lips with the other.

"Oh yeah, spank that naughty pussy!" Penny cried out deliriously. "Finger fuck it, spank it, slap that naughty clit!"

Marsha continued doing so, watching with lust-filled eyes as Pete's long stiff prick continued to slide in and out of Penny's cunt with blazing speed while Will's on the other hand continued to ease in and out of her at a much slower, methodical penetration, the affects of which were driving Penny nuts with ecstasy and desire.

"Oh yeah, fuck her! Fuck her hard Pete! Ram that hot wet cunt of hers with your big fat prick!" she cried out, her hand beating against her own cunt matching the tempo of her husband's thrusts.

"Get over here," Penny caught her breath long enough to say, "Let me lick that sweet cunt of yours!"

Marsha all but leaped onto the bed, standing over her husband, placing while still spreading her pussy apart with her fingers against Penny's face. Penny quickly drew Marsha's clit into her mouth, sucking it, holding it and rolling it around with her lips and tongue, enjoying the sweetness of her female nectar which now flowed freely from the depths of her split.

"Fuck I'm going to cum!" Pete announced, who'd been on the edge now for quite a while all things considered. Reaching down, yanking his own prick out of Penny's cunt, Pete fisted himself momentarily, a geyser of spunk suddenly erupting from his prick which Penny felt beginning to bathe her breasts as she continued leaning over him, still expertly licking Marsha's pussy which twitched and throbbed expectantly.

"Shoot it baby! Shoot it! Shoot it! Shoot it!" Marsha screamed pleasurably as her own sweet orgasm began, as Penny latched onto the woman's clit with her lips, pulling hard on it as she climaxed. As she did so, Penny felt her own glorious release begin as well, triggered by the other two, Pete's spunk now running freely across her breasts, dripping from each of them to rain cum-drops of spunk back down onto his own belly. From behind, Will now grunted, his tempo increasing as he plunged even more deeply inside Penny's ass, holding still for a moment, then lurching. As she came, she felt Will's prick exploding spasmodically deep inside her, his second climax of the night filling the depths of her ass causing the intensity of her own still ongoing climax to suddenly intensify. Her scream of pure pleasure soon split the air, and then she collapsed into blissful darkness.

#

Several weeks passed. After their wildly erotic experience with Pete and Marsha, Penny found her sexual desires and fantasies had seemingly gone wild and uncontrollable. The beast had been released, and there was no way now for her capture it and put it back, nor did she really want to any more either. If anything, she allowed her thoughts to run wild, each one seemingly more decadent than the last. She managed to convince Will to go along with most of them, which he at first did so reluctantly, and then eventually giving in to her bizarre wild little thoughts and desires, helping her to fulfill most of them. She had even gone back to the club, not to work, but to participate in yet another amateur night, with Will coming along for this one, even cheering her on just as enthusiastically as everyone else did with her winning again, and taking home the additional prize money. But it wasn't that which was the highlight of her evening, but yet another fantasy she had shared with Will, and to which he helped her achieve without the normal or usual reluctance he had shown in the past.

As was usually the case, the club was packed on amateur night, a ratio of four men to one woman at the very least, with every table filled or shared by as many people who could be comfortably and legally seated. Likewise, Will and Penny had been seated at one of the few available booths with two other women and another man who sat on the other side of her so that she was sandwiched between Will and the man who'd they'd been introduced to as Jeff. Feeling far more comfortable now having Will carry her around, she'd even left her wheelchair at home, enjoying the shoulder ride now preferably, which Will had no problem giving her.

It had been during one of their shared evenings while fucking together, that they had each shared fantasies and hidden desires, one of which for Penny had been to masturbate, and eventually suck off a perfect stranger, someone that she would in all likelihood, never meet again, but she also wanted to do something like that in a public place where there was an element of danger attached to it.

As there were several contestants this night, and with the Host of the festivities fully aware that Penny was in attendance once again, and knowing a good thing when he saw it, had saved Penny's performance and participation for next to last. Thus it would be a while before it was her turn on stage, plenty of time to watch the other girls dance, see the men getting hornier and hornier with each one, and looser and looser with their coin the more they drank and cheered the girls on.

She and Will had started up a pleasant conversation with those who shared their booth seat with them in particular with Jeff who kept ogling Penny's tits most of the night, especially as she had again chosen to wear the same leather outfit she had worn on that first night.

"You like staring at my tits do you?" she'd teased him after catching him doing so for probably the tenth time.

Jeff had tossed a respectful glance in Will's direction before answering, receiving an appreciative smile in response before doing so.

"Hell yes, I can hardly wait to see you up there on stage!" he told her.

"Would you enjoy a little sneak peek? It's still going to be a while before I am."

"Really?"

By way of an answer, Penny pulled her leather halter top up and over her breasts, freeing them allowing not only Jeff to have a good look, but the other two women sitting with them as well.

"Wow, nice tits honey!" The dark haired brunette spoke eye-balling them appreciatively.

Penny took that moment to spring over Jeff's lap, ensuring that she brushed her breasts against his face while doing so, landing in the small space between Jeff and the woman sitting next to him, making her laugh in surprise as she landed. "Damn girl, you sure as hell can get around easy without..." she stopped herself, though Penny finished her thought for her.

"My legs?" she said. "Yeah, almost makes me glad I don't have them anymore in fact, Will here as taught me all sorts of tricks if you know what I mean," she giggled suggestively. Penny had placed her hand in Jeff's lap, feeling his erection, and in doing so, turning herself around just enough that her short skirt had ridden up quite a way's from behind.

"Nice ass too!" The brunette added looking down at her, watching with an amused expression as Penny suddenly freed Jeff's cock beneath the table and began stroking it.

"Feel free," Penny told her seriously, now enthusiastically jerking Jeff off as Will sat looking on though keeping a sharp eye out in the event anyone else took notice of what was going on. She soon felt the woman's fingers probing her from behind, beginning to play in the wetness she found there pulling aside the thong she had worn beneath her short skirt.

They had all just been served fresh drinks with no one needing a refill just yet. "Keep an eye out for me," Penny told Will, receiving an acknowledgement of her request as she then leaned over even further, engulfing Jeff's prick in her mouth. Simultaneously, she exposed herself even more so from behind, the blonde's fingers now probing her even more intimately, finger-fucking her from behind as she sucked Jeff's prick.

"She's fucking hot isn't she?" The brunette exclaimed continuing to watch. "Don't suppose you'd like to party together after this?" she asked pointedly.

"You'll need to ask her," Will spoke continuing to glance around ensuring that no one had as yet discovered what Penny was still doing, though he also cast a knowing look in the brunette's direction.

"Can I come too?" Jeff asked through grated teeth, causing Penny to laugh around his prick.

"Thought that's what you were going to be doing here," she mouthed around him. "Unless you'd rather wait until later," she added.

"Fuck!" he responded. "Can't I do both?"

"Sorry Charlie," Penny said releasing his prick. "Either now or later...but not both."

"Fuck!" he said again indecision showing on his face, but his prick quickly won out. "Now then...now!" he said wantonly as Penny went back to work, pulling on his prick for all she was worth now until the cum erupted from his cock filling her mouth. Penny soon after sat up again, wiping her lips, her breasts still exposed, which the blonde now fondled briefly as Penny returned the favor though doing so through the material of her clothing.




Penny



"You here to dance?" Penny asked.

"No, just here to watch," she responded. "Sometimes we get lucky afterwards with a man here or there or occasionally a woman, Sharon and I are considered regulars," she told Penny once again glancing past her towards where Will sat looking at her.

"I see," Penny grinned, eye-balling her curiously, then she gave them directions back to their place after the contest was over, just as she heard her name being announced.

"There's something I should probably tell you after you're finished," Will said as Penny made her way back over everyone's laps in preparation for going back on stage. She replaced her boobs back beneath the Halter, and then crawled into Will's arms.

"I think I already know," she giggled wickedly. "Might prove to be interesting," she added. "Now...carry me up to the stage!"

#

It was late by the time the four of them arrived at the house, though not having to work the next day would give them a chance to catch up on some much needed sleep once the night was finally over.

"You sure about this?" Will asked once again seeking reassurance.

"I'm sure," Penny responded. "Might prove to be interesting," she added.

"That it will be!" Will turned giving her a wink, and then carried Penny inside as the two she-males followed.

"I might not have known for sure," Penny said addressing the two who'd come home with them as they entered the bedroom, until Sharon finally spoke, her voice isn't quite as feminine sounding as yours is Jackie," she told her beginning to undress, just as their two companions now began doing.

"Which is one of the reasons she doesn't talk much when we're out," Jackie stated. "We're pretty good at fooling most people, especially when they've had more than a few drinks, but a few catch on, and then either freak out or even get angry, while others seem to find it a lark, curiously interesting and end up going with us anyway once they do."

"Like me you mean," Penny said now nude and bouncing onto her bed.

"What about him?" Jackie asked after Will who had gone in to use the bathroom shortly after dropping Penny off into her bed.

"Up to him," Penny said, "though I figure he'll most likely just hang around and watch, which he doesn't mind doing at times, since he enjoys seeing me being pleasured," she told her and then adding, "You know, I've never been with a black woman or man before," she giggled, "So in a way at least, I guess I'll be enjoying both!"

Jackie finished undressing herself then at that moment, her slim, though long black cock finally emerging from where she'd somehow managed to tuck it away. Likewise, Sharon too revealed herself, though white, her much smaller pinkish looking cock also began to harden as the two women climbed into the bed with Penny each one immediately finding an available breast to begin sucking and playing with as Will re-entered the room.

"Care to join us?" Penny asked.

"Nah, think I'll just watch this time," he told her taking a nearby seat.

"Told you," Penny said to the girls whose cocks she now held within each hand and had begun stroking.

"Too bad, I love sucking cock as much as I enjoy eating pussy," Jackie frowned trying to coax Will into joining the three of them.

"Well, you can always suck her cock," Will said with a straight face, "have to admit, that would be a new one for me to see, that's for sure."

Will indeed sat, watching Penny and the two she-males romp and bounce upon the bed together, watched as Penny placed the two of them side by side, then giving them a simultaneous blow-job as she licked and sucked the two of them together, trying as she could to fit both cocks into her mouth at the same time. Eventually Penny mounted Jackie's prick, while jerking off and fondling Sharon's until Sharon climaxed, squirting his/her juice all over Penny's breasts which Jackie lovingly cleaned up with her mouth afterwards.

Penny and Jackie exchanged places, with Penny now lying on her back as Sharon went down on her, Jackie knelt by the side of her head, feeding Penny his cock which she sucked happily, periodically glancing over to where Will continued to sit, though she was pleased to see him after a while, remove his cock and begin jacking himself off as he watched.

Penny had had countless orgasms by now, and was actually beginning to tire when Will stood and moved towards the bed, still fisting himself.

"Would you like to squirt that on me?" she asked, then turning..."on us?" she grinned with a wicked gleam in her eye.

"Sure, why the hell not!" Will stood nodding his head and continuing to fist his prick as his orgasm neared. Excitedly, both Sharon and Jackie now knelt on either side of Penny, watching Will as he stood there, anticipating the inevitable eruption which soon came. Will purposely aimed his prick in Penny's direction, watching the first of many hard-felt eruptions as he sprayed it into her face, quickly turning and then doing the same to the two she-males kneeling beside her. When he was done, he zipped himself up, smiled and headed towards the door.

"Going home to bed," he announced simply. "See you sometime tomorrow."

#

They really didn't talk about that night or even discuss in any great detail any of the other evenings they had shared in the past either. They made love, alone together passionately and frequently, but Will made it known to her shortly after their evening with Jackie and Sharon that he was done "Partying" as he'd put it. He told her she was more than welcome to continue to do so herself of course, that he wasn't about to convince her to do otherwise, and that he'd even be there if she wanted him to, he'd watch and primarily just make sure she was ok and safe more than anything else, but he'd never do anything more than what he'd finished doing after that last shared party together, and that's all that Penny could expect of him beyond that. And Penny never coaxed or approached him in doing anything after that ever again.

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It was their third New Years Eve that they'd spent together. Until she'd first met Will, she had truly hated the Holidays, spending most of them alone and by herself, by her own choice however, as she'd certainly had invitations from her family to come home and spend them with them, though she never did. And eventually, the invites stopped coming as had all contact with her family eventually ceased as well.

Will had twice now tried to coax her into contacting her family again, which she said she'd consider doing but never had. He had not asked her to do so again this year as he'd done previously just before Christmas, something that she was saving to tell him about later, as she had indeed done so. Screwing up the courage to call her folks, finding them not only receptive, but anxiously hopeful that Penny would indeed come for a Holiday visit.

She had decided to go, see if some of the wounds she'd created could be healed and give herself a chance to bond with her family again.

Penny was comfortably snuggled in Will's arms by the fire as they waited for the midnight hour to arrive. It had become their tradition to make love at the stroke of midnight in front of the fire, just as they'd done the previous two years. Penny noticed that Will was a bit more subdued however than normal, his still flaccid cock a major clue that he wasn't thinking about the usually great sex to come shortly.

"What's on your mind?" she asked, not willing to wait for him to tell her in his own time, if he was even going to. "And don't tell me nothing either," she added waggling his limp dick. "I know when something's bothering you."

He laughed then, breaking the tension somewhat, giving her some reassurance as he did so that whatever it was, it wasn't too horribly bad at least.

"Something I've been wanting to ask you," he told her.

"Oh? What?"

He hesitated for a moment, and then turned her so she could look into his eyes when he asked. "Penny? Will you marry me?"

"Ma...marry you?" she stuttered, confused, surprised...shocked.

"That's what I said," Will said trying to maintain a grin, though by the look of surprise on her face, and not one of joyous surprise, he had a difficult time doing so.

Penny melted into his arms, suddenly cold. 

"Well?"

"I want to," she began feeling him relax slightly, "But I can't...not yet anyway."

"Why not?" he asked spinning her back around in order to look at her when she answered.

She just shook her head, half talking to herself as she spoke. "You've been after me every year to contact my family, see about visiting them, mending fences as you put it."

"Yeah? So?"

"Well...I did. Just before Christmas I finally screwed up enough courage to call home, talk to my folks. I was planning on telling you that tonight after New Years had come in, wanted to surprise you with the news."

"That's great news! So what's the problem? We can still get married, then go and see your folks, surprise them with the news!"

"That's just the point," Penny said sadly. "I don't want there to be any more surprises for one thing, not yet anyway. And for the other, I know that this isn't going to be a quick overnight fix either. I really do want to reestablish myself with my family, get to know them again, see if some of those wounds can indeed be healed, and it's not something I know can be done over a weekend, or even over a week, or perhaps even a month...or two," she finished.

"So you really have decided to go home then."

"For a while, yes. I need to Will. This is something I have to do first before I can think about myself again, or us for that matter. I really need to do this, its way past the time that I do before it's too late, which it might be already for all I know."

"You're right of course," Will said accepting her decision. "I'll wait...for however long this takes, I'll wait until you return to me."

Neither of them knew it, but it would be the last time they would ever make love again. Penny had booked a flight home the following day having every intention of returning back to Will as soon as she felt things had been settled at home with her family. 

Events seemed to interfere with her returning however. The death of her father, the hardship of finances which Penny then stayed on to try and help with, one thing after another seemed to keep her from returning home to Will. She wrote often, promises of her eventual return always spoken, but as the months passed, and then a year, she received her last message to him returned unopened. She called, but the number had been disconnected. Eventually, Penny settled into a new life at home with her family and friends, though her heart still ached and wondered about Will more often than not.

Two years passed, and then three without any word from him whatsoever though he knew how to contact her and where she was. She had even flown back only to discover that the duplex they had once shared together had been leveled, a Super Store now standing in its place. Penny eventually learned that Will had indeed sold the place so that the store could be built there. He'd soon after traveled to Paris, a place he had always wanted to go to and visit, and finally had. But from there she lost his trail, and never picked it up again.

She returned home, eventually met and married another man who had two young kids of his own since the death of his wife. After her accident, Penny learned that she herself could never have kids, another reason why she felt that no man would ever want her or be able to love a woman who couldn't. And though it wasn't something she and Will had ever talked about, with him being considerably older than she was, she never gave it another thought, until Daniel came into her life and gave her the chance to be a mother which is something she never thought she'd ever have the chance to be. And though she did indeed love her husband, she always held a special place within her heart for Will.

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Authors note:

As a post script to this story, "Penny" (P) has asked to insert an ending in her own words, which now I include for her here.

"I wanted to thank Rick for telling my story. I know that this was often trying for him to do as we didn't always agree on what should be said or included. But I am grateful and appreciative of his efforts. I honestly believe he has captured the mood/tone and emotional turmoil I once felt and lived with, the strangeness of my actions at times, along with my sense of being and purpose in life which was mostly confusing for me to learn to live with and deal with. But I feel he has indeed accomplished this for me in ways even he could never begin to understand. So to Rick I will be eternally grateful for putting together my story.

And as Rick has already mentioned, I was never able to find out whatever happened to (Will). I did try to find him, but whether he eventually just gave up on me, which is most likely, or eventually found love with someone else I will probably never know. I'm not sure that he is even still alive, or where he now lives if he is. But should this ever reach him, should he ever read this story and realize that it's about him, about us, I would want him to know that I never forgot him, though in truth I know I must have hurt him terribly, and ask only that he find it in his heart to forgive me if that's even possible. I hope that he is happy in life, that he's found love and is content with it, just as I am. But I also want him to know, that I will always love and cherish the man who saved me from myself and helped me become a better person, even though it cost me the very love I had always dreamed of finding to do so.

P~



Penny



Everything started sometime ago, when I realised I am bi-sexual. So does my bff. One night she was staying at my place. When we turned off the lights I asked her to play "truth or dare" and I took advantage of her answering "dare" so I asked her to kiss me and she did. This kiss was so gentle, her lips so hot. And that's how I started wanting her, so bad. I wanted to dig in her every hole and fuck each other like there's no tomorrow. I knew I had very few chances in her, as she told me she would never do it with a friend of hers. Later, I realised she said so just to keep me back and stop hoping.

After this night, I started being more than friendly to her. I was touching her everywhere I could, hoping she would got the message and throw me to bed and be mine. But things weren't that easy for me. She always kept a step back, there were times where I found her touching me back, almost seducing me and other times where she was just cruely avoiding me, my hands and even worse, my eyes. She knew I hated when someone tried to break eye contact with me and she either used it to piss me off or to hide her feelings. I was feeling so devastated inside. I knew I wanted her but I wasn't sure of her feelings, let alone I was afraid that our friendship would be ruined if she didn't correspond to my sexual desires. I knew this was wrong but in the same time so terribly turning-on, guilty and sexy to have your way with your partener-best friend.

I should mention that I'm into bondage, s&m games and punishments. This is just turning me on. I'd love to pleasure my partener through pain, as I also do love to be dominated, called names and being used. I was dreaming of exploring this whole new thing out with her. I knew I had to be in charge, to guide her, show her what true pleasure means. Penny was virgin, like I was. I was kinda more experienced (practically talking) as I had read millions of articles about sex, orgasms, dominations, safety etc. so it wouldn't be hard for me to seduce her. All I needed was a plan. I grabbed a golden opportunity. It was Saturday and my dad would be at work til evening, so I called her to keep me company while I was home alone. She happily agreed and so we set up a date.

And there she was, standing at my door, in sexy jeens that made me wanna grab her ass and beat her so hard while she would be moaning for mercy and from arousal. As I was starring her gorgeous curves she coughed a bit and then with her seductive and deep voice she greeted me.

"Hey ya girl! Long time to see! You look fabulous!" she said.

"Oh hey, so you do Penny, please come in" I opened up wide the door.

She came in and I watched as her ass was moving towards my living room and now I was more convinced than ever that this is it. I had to have her. I HAD to. I had a lot in storage for her as the day went on, no need to rush. So I offered her a cup of coffee.

"Thanks sweetheart, I needed something hot to drink"

"Yeah, I guessed so" I tried to smile but my last was making me anxious.

"So what's up for today? Girl's day? Nails and stuff, yeah?"

"And a couple of surprises I must add"

She smiled wickedly. I thought she would surely smell all the juices running down in my pants but it was just my mind. We started talking about stuff, work and our boyfriends. Oh yeah, we both had boyfriends. Penny's boyfriend, Andrew was one of those well-built high school basketball players, with a killer body. My boyfriend wasn't bad either. He had a lot of sexual experience but thankfully, he let me take my time and deside when I'm ready for sex. So alright, It was about 11am and I told her to go to my bedroom to watch a movie. She agreed with a smile on her face.

"Go ahead, choose a movie!" I proposed.

"Alright honey, hmm let's see, OH I GOT IT! We're gonna watch Miami Vice"

"Oh great choice bitch!" I tried to joke a bit.

But little did she know. I knew this was her favorite movie and so I took an empty DVD and recorded some porn in there, I replaced it with the original and made it look like it's from a video club. She surely didn't know what was up next and she put the DVD on the player. And there it was. Two hot babes appeared on the TV. She looked at me in shock.

"Wh-wh-what's that?" she pronounced almost out of breath.

"It definately doesn't look like Miami Vice" I joked once again.

She was staring me in shock. 

"'Come here dear, sit down. It's not as bad as you think it is" Penny reluctantly sat next to me. 

"What's the matter Pen? You're not so young anymore, you surely must watch some of this stuff" I was looking directly into her eyes.

"Uh, I guess so. But not like that, not with your presence!" she protested.

"Hahaha, don't be silly girl, you know I'm open for everything" I let out and took hold of her in my arms. I started putting my hand around her soft, silky neck and rubbing her softly. She let out a moan.

"Oh don't stop it, it's nice", you could hear the smile of excitment in her voice and I kept doing what I was doing a moment ago. I started lowering my hand down at her 34C tits. Damn, her nipples now where hard rock. I started rubbing her, without saying a word. She turned her face to me and I lowered mine and there it was. Our second, now very passionate, kiss. I couldn't let her go. I rolled her over and got over her.

"Do you really want this baby? If you do, there no way back. Think about it. Do you really want this" She nodded in agreement. I smiled and kissed her again. I started undressing her slowly and teasingly. She was almost begging me to dive into here shaven pussy. When my fingers reached the fabric, I just couldn't believe it! SHE WAS ALL WET! 

"You're all wet baby, aren't you? You want to be fucked by your best friend that desired you since this kiss? Well, you're gonna suffer the way I suffered while you were bitching at me with your attitude!" I couldn't believe I was really saying these words to her, my best friend since primary school. She was looking horrified. 

"Lay in there, hands and legs still, don't you dare to move bitch" and went off to my basement to bring some things I'd needed to use. A whip, a ball-gag, a blindfold, some ropes and my favorite clit vibrator. Where I found this stuff? My boyfriend owned them!

When I came back to her she was desperately trying to stand still and she said "What are you gonna do to me? please dear, don't hurt me, I'm not gonna fool around with you anymore".

"Too late babe" I said in the most cruel tone of my voice. I put the blindfold over her eyes. She started to protest and she obliged me to push her limits by placing the ball-gag in her teenage hot mouth. 

"Um-mmhuh" was all she was saying, not sure what she wanted to tell me. I took her left arm and linked the rope to the bed, like I did with her right one. I stepped back to admire my little bitch tied up. Gosh dammit, she looked so gorgeous. I finally went down to her pussy and started sucking her clit softly. She moaned loud and even with the gag on, I could hear her. She was enjoying it, I knew. She knew I wouldn't hurt her because she knew I loved her so much to do so. I started teasing her to orgasm but when she was about to expload I stepped back just to see the frustrated look at her face. I grabbed my clit vibrator, placed in her clit and left it to meduim mode. I then got dressed and went out to the balcony, like nothing was wrong. I probably had left her laid there for an hour or so. She was now all sweaty and like begging for release. I desided that I was going to give her the most intense and memorable orgasm of her life and put the vibrator on high speed. Her hot cum was now everywhere. My hand, my bed, my clothes. I gently started licking her juices clean and she was murmuring something. I took off her gag and she was having the biggest and greatest smile I've ever seen in her. 

"Darling, that was amazing. Thank you. I've never felt so fucking horny, never!"

"It was my pleasure baby" I smiled at her words "Now let's give you another orgasm, one that I can hear your moans and begs" I told her and took off her blindfold. She looked in my eyes and I was certain she was haviing the time of her life. Now with more speed, I started sucking, licking and sniffing her love holes and when she was ready to cum I encouraged her.

"Yeah, come for me you fucking cum slut! Cum for me bitch!" I was almost angry and so furious to give her her second orgasm. Just when I felt her clit starting to spasm I heard her saying "Oh damn it, I'M CU-UUU-MMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING God Oh yes, oh yeaaaaaaah, faster! don't stop!!!" She finally climaxed for the second time, she fell into my arms and we kept still, kissing and cuddling each other, both knowing that this was a brand new beggining for our relationship. Something that would keep us forever together. Sex and mental connection. I felt the sweat of her body in me. I now knew that she wanted me too and I was more happy than ever.



Penny



I didn't want to go.

I wasn't really given a choice. I was the manager of the project, the clients were paying our bank sa fortune in fees for the work we were doing, and we had been given to understand from our local team in their home country that when they entertained, they tended towards the more sexy venues.

So our Managing Director, Tony, got it into his head that we had to take them to the best lap-dancing club we could find. Since nobody in the office really went in for that sort of thing, it involved a lot of googling and a few suggestions from friends of colleagues before the venue was chosen, and I was a little unsettled by the decision.

What little I'd read of "Lilith's" on the internet implied that it was more than a lap-dancing club. You had to read between the lines, since the various reviewers didn't want to get the place shut down for prostitution, but from what I could tell, this lap-dancing club was willing to offer more than just lap dances, depending on how you asked your questions and what you were willing to pay.

Great. My boss is taking me to a brothel on a Tuesday night.

The clients would have preferred to have a private moment with me, I'm sure. The looks I was getting went well beyond distant admiration, and every time one of them was behind me, I could imagine their gaze settling on my ass. Truth be told, that was partly my fault, I'd let myself get talked into wearing a miniskirt that was frankly inappropriate for the office, and a moulding cashmere top that did little to hide the fact that nature had been good to me.

At least they understood that I was off limits, and all I had to deal with were the looks. Perhaps if they let off some steam this evening they'd stare a little less during the meetings tomorrow.

The club, when we found it, was a little more discreet than I'd anticipated. Still, it was clear enough that the venue was of an adult nature, and there were a couple of sturdy bouncers at the front door. Pre-booked access to the VIP area ensured that we didn't have to hang about in the street for too long and we were quickly led down a staircase into a very large two-level basement with a mezzanine VIP area overlooking a large bar space.

The place was gorgeously decorated, with a small bar in the middle of the VIP area, plush carpets and leather seats in separate areas so that groups didn't have to mingle if they didn't want to. There were near-naked girls walking around everywhere, but they didn't accost our group – instead they gave little smiles to the boys and waited to get called. The rest of the time they wandered around, talked amongst themselves and chatted up the occasional client who seemed interested. Occasionally, one of them would – at some invisible signal – get up on the tiny stage at the front of the VIP area and dance. They were very good. I could never have moved my body the way they were moving theirs, and the skill they showed implied that this was more than a standard lap-dancing club. Our clients were enjoying it plenty, and began to disappear for brief intervals with individual dancers – so we had clearly chosen well.

Every so often, one of the girls would conclude a deal for a lap dance, and would then lead their client by the hand to one of several doors set into the walls, and open the electronic lock on the door with a little bracelet they all seemed to be wearing. Ten minutes later, the couple would re-emerge, looking much as they had when they'd disappeared. So far so clean, perhaps I could stand to be here a while after all.

I ordered a fruity drink at the bar and sat on one of the leather barstools with my back more or less turned to my group so that the clients and my colleagues would not be too embarrassed by my presence. A couple of the other people in the VIP area came to talk, wondering why a girl was in a lap-dancing club, and I explained the situation to them and had a couple of decent conversations. Quite quickly, I figured out that this was a pretty good place for conversations because the guys weren't here for me, and their presence in a lap-dancing club didn't really lend itself to a pick-up, although a couple still tried. Despite my misgivings, I began having a good time talking about music, sports, politics and any other subject the guys came up with. The drinks were good, other people were buying them, and I was able to safely ignore the activities of my colleagues. The people talking to me varied as different guys went to talk to some of the naked girls from time to time.

I didn't notice the other effect I was having until I ran headlong into a very cute petite girl in the corridor leading to the bathrooms, just as I came out.

She'd been waiting for me.

"It's not very cool, you know." She started.

"I'm sorry?"

"You're dressed to pick up, standing at the bar in a place where we rely on attracting men to make a living. It's not very cool for you to be here drawing their attention away from us."

It took a minute for me to catch up with her meaning. Then I was so surprised I couldn't help but laugh.

I still managed to explain, "I'm sorry. I'd rather not be here too, for what it's worth, but my boss insisted, and so I have to wait for my group to finish having their fun before I can go. It's not my intention to get in your way."

She hadn't been expecting that answer. She had probably got it into her head that I was deliberately damaging business. She still didn't seem very happy about it though.

I tried again. "Listen. I don't get any pleasure from being here, believe me..."

Her eyes flashed up at me. Baby blue under long black lashes, blonde hair cascading in gentle curves around her shoulders. I had better breasts and several inches on her, but I would have done anything to have a face that cute, eyes that colour or hair that pretty.

Someone came down the corridor. Some guy I didn't recognise, and she moved close to me to make room for him to get past. As he went past, he brushed against her – probably deliberately – and she fell towards me. I took a step back and ended up with my back to the wall, the petite girl pressed up against me with her breasts pushed into mine. I could feel how hard her nipples were through my top.

She lowered her voice and got up on her toes, her breasts rubbing against mine and one hand going to my waist for balance. Her breath was right in my ear, her voice low and seductive.

"You should try to enjoy yourself, you know. Have you ever had a lap dance?"

I was flustered, both by what she'd said, and by the fact that I was reacting to her, my nipples tightening in my top despite the fact that I'd never been attracted to girls. All I could think was, "no wonder the boys can't resist them". The answer I managed to blurt out was much less coherent.

"I don't... I mean can't... haven't ever... I mean. Umm. No, ah, thanks. I didn't even come with money."

And now I looked like an idiot.

She just smiled, as though she knew something I didn't. She looked straight into my eyes, and I felt her hand move down from my waist to my hips, to just above the hem of my miniskirt.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like to know what it feels like? Even if I offered to show you for free?"

"I really don't think that... ah..."

How on earth did guys manage to negotiate a price under this kind of sensual pressure? My thoughts had scattered as her other hand came to rest on my shoulder. The hand on my hip was moving in slow circles, rubbing the fabric of my skirt against my thigh. Her face moved towards mine and I was completely caught in her eyes, until her lips brushed incredibly gently against mine, before she pulled away slightly.

I suddenly became acutely aware of where we were. In a corridor leading to the toilets. Anyone could walk down here and see me like this. It gave me the excuse I needed to break off.

"I can't – people could see – my office. I mean my colleagues."

The girl smiled, took my hand and said, "come on then". Then she turned around, swiped the little bracelet she had on her left wrist against a tiny reader on the opposite wall, and pushed an entire section of wall out of the way, dragging me into a little room with a huge couch and soft lighting. The door shut behind us, whisper-quiet, and nobody had seen us enter. She'd gotten me in here before I'd even realised what she was doing. My excuse was in tatters.

"Listen... um..."

"Penny." She smiled from underneath those impossible lashes in a voice that promised many things.

"Yes... um... Penny. Ah... I don't think I... um... my boyfriend..."

I didn't even have a boyfriend. I was just rambling.

She walked towards me and I backed up, and immediately found myself with my back to a wall again, Penny's breasts pushing into me. This time, she reached up behind my head and I felt her hand on my neck. Her lips reached up and kissed me, and my words left me.

I didn't kiss her back, but I didn't need to. She knew more about kissing than every boyfriend and one night stand I'd had in my life. There was no way not to react to her soft lips and her questing tongue. That's what I tell myself anyway. My world was reduced to the kiss and the sensations of the hand stroking my neck and the breasts pushing against mine.

She had me right where she wanted before her other hand ever slipped beneath the hem of my miniskirt. Part of me had surrendered to her advances long before I felt her fingers start to stroke through my panties. I was hers before she ever manoeuvred me onto that couch. All without ever breaking that magical kiss.

When she released my mouth, a hand had made it under my top and was stroking my left breast. Her soft skin was like silk against mine and she seemed to know as much about caressing a woman's breasts as she did about kissing, tight sensations of pleasure rising through my chest and rippling around my breast. I felt my top coming up as she peeled it off me with her other hand, and before I'd gotten it off my arms she'd already unclasped my bra and gotten rid of it. She concentrated on the underside of my breast, working up towards the nipple, and I felt myself melt into that sensation just as her lips nuzzled my neck and worked down to my other breast.

I can't be doing this, I thought to myself. This girl must be 21 or 22, at least 5 years younger than me, and she's somehow got me completely besotted with her, got my body totally surrendering to her. What the hell is going on?

But the girl had momentum on her side, and she took ruthless advantage of it. Another hand found my thighs and my eyes rolled back in my head as she took possession of me by cupping my mons through my panties and taking a nipple into her mouth.

She was relentless. She drove my arousal upwards with a level of skill I'd never experienced in a lover, and always with that smile on her perfect face.

I was helpless when she unzipped my miniskirt, and helpless when she pulled down my panties.

"Now you're more naked than I am," she murmured, and then she bit down gently on one nipple before I could formulate an answer, leaving me reeling from the realisation of just how helpless she had made me.

Her mouth started kissing down my chest, past my bellybutton, one hand caressing a breast as she made her way south. I suddenly realised where she was going and tried to put an end to it.

"You can't... not that... please."

"If you want to stop me, just stand up and walk away," I could hear the smile in her voice, "or lie there like a good girl and let me show you something you've never felt before."

She knew what my answer was. She never even stopped kissing her way down my body. I saw her smile disappear from my line of sight, felt her hands caress over my pelvis and down either side of my mons, held my breath for an eternity in delirious anticipation, then I felt her breath between my legs, and her lips and tongue touched my pussy, gently enough to make me cry.

Gentle licks in my least sensitive spots soon had me making involuntary little sounds. Gentle caresses on my thighs robbed them of their strength and replaced all my remaining thoughts with arousal. I saw the blonde curls rise slightly, and then a long lick the length of my pussy, finishing right on my clit, making me gasp.

I'd never done anything more than vanilla sex and a little oral. Penny took it all to the level of an art form, and I was her canvas. I made sounds, writhed helplessly, and she controlled it all.

Kisses and licks came and went, never enough to push me over the edge, always too many to allow me to recover. When I thought I'd felt every sensation possible, a heavily lubricated finger slipped into my ass and I realised I still had some measure of control, but even that had now been stripped from me as I let her invade my body in every way she wanted.

"Please. Oh please..." I whined, not even sure what it was I wanted. Make it stop? Never let it stop.

After a period of time that was impossible to measure, Penny raised her head to look at me. Amazingly, her make-up was still perfect, only her lips glistened slightly with my fluids.

"You're going to cum now", she told me.

Her smile became almost predatory. "Nothing you can do about it sweetie. But don't worry, the room's soundproof."

She smiled and then disappeared from sight. The finger in my ass started moving again and her lips returned to their glorious work. My arousal had built so high I was panicked, afraid of what might happen when I came.

Her tongue returned to my clit, but the gentle licks gradually became more insistent and repetitive, always on the underside, where she'd figured out I was most sensitive. The finger in my ass began sliding in and out, underscoring my helplessness. I felt all the arousal take the shape of a tidal wave, lifting me and lifting me until I was terrified of what would happen when the wave crashed, and helpless to stop it.

She pushed me expertly over the edge and I felt all my muscles clench. I think I screamed, but I can't be sure. My hips lifted completely off the couch, but her mouth followed and pushed me further and further into the tremendous orgasm that she had built up in me. My world narrowed to a single point of blinding pleasure, and then I collapsed bonelessly on the couch.

I must have blacked out for a moment because the next thing I was aware of was Penny, lying next to me, one leg swung over mine, nibbling at my earlobe.

I felt I ought to say something, and took a breath without knowing what words were going to come out of my mouth.

"Shhhh", she whispered into my ear, and she put a finger against my lips, before tracing their outline for a few moments and then slipping the finger into my mouth. I didn't know what to do, but found myself sucking in gently until she pulled it out.

My body was a little sore from the massive effort of the orgasm, and I was thinking about how my muscles felt when I became aware of something slightly hard against my leg.

I looked down the couch and saw that Penny had a bright blue plastic penis, slightly bigger than my experience of a normal penis, but that she seemed to be wearing no harness.

She giggled when she saw me looking.

"It's held inside me by a dildo. I clench it when I fuck you with it. Lots of kegels!"

I wasn't sure about something that size being inside me, but Penny's hand was already caressing one of my breasts, and it didn't take her more than a few moments to start bringing back that sense of helpless arousal.

I felt her shift on top of me, blonde curls falling about my breasts as she positioned herself. One hand came up to my head and I felt her take a handful of hair, pulling it slightly. This had the strange effect of turning me on far more than words would have. I felt her knees between my thighs, pushing outwards, and realised that I was about to be taken by a girl several years younger than me, and that all my sexual instincts were making me incredibly submissive to her. She seemed to know how to exploit them, bring them to the fore to make me feel helpless.

She looked up at me and smiled wickedly.

"You're going to come so hard with my cock inside you."

The words blazed through my mind, just as the very wet tip of the dildo pressed against my lips, parting them and pushing into my wet and thoroughly melted centre.

The size of the dildo meant that I felt every single contour and nub moulded onto its exterior as it pushed into me. Penny looked up at me to judge my reaction, then I felt her pull out halfway. Time was suspended for just a moment, her blue eyes looking straight into mine, then she slammed into me with her tiny body and the large cock as hard as any man ever had. The dildo went deep, and a nub on the end of it rubbed right up against my clitoris.

More than the physical pleasure of it though, the sensation of being penetrated so forcefully brought out my inner submissive. I moaned, reached out for Penny but instead of pushing her away, my hands found her breasts and caressed them, picking up their weight. I couldn't hold her gaze, so I looked away, presenting my neck to her in complete submission, and she leaned in and bit me, hard, marking her territory and thrusting into me a second time, not quite as hard, but eliciting another ragged helpless moan from me.

After a few thrusts, she spun me around and made me kneel before taking me from behind – something I'd never let a guy do because it always made me feel so submissive.

"Not like this, please..." I managed to mutter in a little girl's voice, and she understood, so she slowed down and whispered in my ear.

"I'm going to make you come in this position, feel me slide into you."

She pulled out and thrust in, smoothly, gently.

"Feel every inch of me sliding into your body. You're mine."

She pulled out again, and her words had the desired effect, pushing my arousal higher. Her hand reached between my legs and flicked my clit.

"Feel your body surrender to it. The pleasure building inside. Come for me."

She pulled out and slid home again, and again, and again, and the pleasure rose and rose, before peaking and making me shudder in orgasm as she held my hips to hers, as I clenched involuntarily again and again around the big dildo inside me.



She helped me dress, afterwards. I was shaking too much to do it myself. She made it a game, teasing me, caressing me, putting a hand between my legs to stroke my pussy before going behind me and nibbling on my earlobe as she zipped up my skirt. Her hands lifted and stroked my breasts before putting my cashmere top back on. I was lost in a haze of post-coital bliss, and recovering only slowly, continuously aroused by her hands and lips and tongue and breath.

She used a small television monitor to make sure there was no-one in the corridor when we stepped out of the room, and she even got the bar to make me a drink. My team were finishing up. We'd spent over an hour in that little room, and I was still shivering occasionally from the aftershocks, confused and lost. Nobody in the bar seemed any the wiser.

She hadn't given me my panties back and my neck bore her bite-mark – a small bruise that would be blue by tomorrow. She'd also made me give her my number and address.

When we moved towards the front door, she came up behind our group and called out to me.

"Miss, miss, you forgot something," as though she didn't know my name.

She'd filched a small make-up mirror from my bag.

"I think you left this in the bathroom."

I walked towards her to take it from her, trying to act as normally as possible.

As soon as I was out of sight of the group, she smiled broader and slipped a hand under my dress and against my pussy, a finger slipping inside me. My body responded to her immediately. Almost obediently, it seemed.

She whispered in my ear.




Penny



"You probably think I do this all the time. I don't. Ever. It's the truth. I'll come around tomorrow evening, late. You can choose – date me or don't – but I intend to make you feel so good the only thing you'll be able to want is me. I definitely want you."

Then her hand was gone.

She walked me back towards the front door. Some of the guys were looking at me with a little curiosity, wondering what that had been all about, but they hadn't seen anything.

I don't know what came over me. I turned around to Penny, took her hand and pulled her close, and kissed her full on the mouth, one hand behind her head, holding her to me in front of everyone, taking a little of the control I'd lost back from her.

As for how I was going to react the following evening. Well, my decision was already made. I'm waiting for her now, dressed in a very revealing kimono-style gown, and she should be here in a few minutes to unwrap me.



Penny



The morning was beautiful, bright and clear. She was the first up, and had the coffee on by the time anyone else emerged from the small group of tents. It was Gary, and together they sat and chatted and drank their black coffee in the sunshine.

She wasn't sure when the conversation turned to sex. Maybe it was when Gary gazed at her tits in her tight T-shirt and complimented her on her figure. She didn't know him very well, having met him only once or twice before. And she was at first embarrassed by his attention. But she was soon smiling at his talk. And she found herself encouraging him.

"You and Cal are good friends, I hear," he said at one point, letting his eyes take in the lush flow of her cleavage.

"Oh no! Has he been telling you all about that?" she blushed. Under any other circumstances, she might have been mad that Cal had been talking about her. But she was still horny from last night and her pussy was twitching and wet as she spoke.

"He didn't say much. Just that you and he had... gotten together a couple of times. I won't say anything."

Gary really was very attractive, she mused, studying his muscles as they bulged out of his shirt. He had the clearest green eyes and wavy blond hair. And the way he was squatting there by the fire, he obviously had a huge cock on him. The mound of his prick and balls swelled out the crotch of his blue jeans.

"We fucked, yesterday, in the bushes. While you and Ron were out fishing. I was so horny I couldn't believe it."

"Do you often get that way? Horny, I mean?"

"Lately quite a bit. And it seems to me, if a girl feels horny, she should be able to let her feelings out, you know? Just like a guy. I mean I don't believe that just because a girl is married, she has to fuck only her husband. I think that's really old-fashioned. Don't you?"

"Absolutely," he agreed, his cock beginning to tremble. She was such a sexy little cunt! So young looking! And so dumb! It took all his will power not to unzip right there and slap his cock back and forth across her pretty face.

"I mean sometimes Ron is tired, and doesn't feel like it. What am I supposed to do then?"

Gary had several suggestions, but he stood up quickly and gulped down the rest of his coffee. "Why don't we go for a short trip in the canoe before the rest of the folks wake up? We could discuss this further."

Penny's heart began to pound. She knew where this would lead if she consented. She knew that if she went off with Gary he would make a pass at her sure as hell. She finished her coffee and smiled at him, her pretty blue eyes teasing him. She stood up and moved toward him. Her lush tits rolled and jiggled loosely in her T-shirt.

"I think that's a great idea," she purred, slipping her arm through his as they moved off toward the lake.

In a matter of seconds they were out on the smooth water, and Gary was angling the canoe toward a secluded group of trees two hundred yards down the bank. The blood was pumping in his cock as he looked at the lush form of Penny's body draped across the other end of the canoe. She was smiling at him suggestively.

"Do you mind if I take my top off?" she asked, already peeling off her T-shirt before he had a chance to answer. "I want to get as much sun as I can on this trip."

Her gorgeous tits wobbled free and the stiffening brown nipples pointed at him like accusing fingers. They were the most beautiful tits he had ever seen, not small and droopy like his wife Loraine's, but full and heavy and lush, with flushed and full tips that ached to be sucked. He paddled more rapidly and brought the canoe under the shelter of the trees. He tied up and paused to stare at her.

The cut-offs she wore were incredibly tight across her crotch. She bent her knees and spread her legs as she lay back in the canoe, and from beneath the ragged hems of her pants he could see blonde cunt hair peeking out. She pulled at the cut-offs with her fingers, pretending to make herself comfortable, all the time watching him closely. Her tits wobbled and separated on her chest.

"Jesus Christ!" he murmured, his eyes glued to her crotch. She had tugged on the cut-offs so hard that the strap of denim hooking under between her legs and slipped inside the lips of her cunt. Two furry swaths of cunt hair bristled on either side, and her juicy cuntlips were folding themselves over the denim, swallowing it completely.

"What's the matter?" she teased, smiling at him. "You look really tense. Am I bothering you?"

The wet folds of her pussy were gnawing at the loop of cloth between her legs in the bright morning sunshine her cunt hairs were glistening. And suddenly, as if by accident, the button beneath her navel popped open and there was a quick zipping sound as her fly widened. The bushy tuft of pussy hair below her belly came into view.

"Oh my! Oh my!" she gasped, pretending to be shocked. "I'm not being very ladylike, am I?"

Gary groaned heavily. And suddenly he could stand the silly cock-teasing game no more. He came to his knees and lunged toward her, rocking the canoe crazily. He was reaching for his belt and dropping his pants. His hard cock swung out lewdly between his legs. A pearl of pre-cum hung off its tip.

"What are you trying to do to me? You want me to come in my pants?" he panted. He had pushed his pants down below his knees and had taken his prick in hand. He leaned low over her and aimed the cock head for the oozing wet gash of her pussy.

"Gary, what are you doing! Gary, my goodness!" she protested.

She had known all along they were coming out here to fuck, but she was still a little shocked that it was going to happen this fast.

"What a little cock-tease you are! Gotta fuck you right now! Oh yeah!" he groaned. He hooked his fingers beneath the denim strap looped inside her cuntlips and forced it to one side. Then he planted his swollen cock head in its place and fucked forward. The great purple mushroom head of his cock disappeared inside her soggy pussy.

"Ohhh! My goodness!" she pouted. Her eyes closed with satisfaction as the great swollen hard-on fucked into her cunt. She drew up her legs and spread them wide for him.

"Is this what Ron doesn't give you enough of? Is this what you crave?" he leered, forcing his full weight behind the stiff spike of his cock. As soon as he had his cock buried to the balls inside her cunt, he began pumping it back and forth, pinning her to the base of the canoe harshly. He pressed his body down on hers and fondled one huge tit in his fist.

"Oh yes! Oh God, yes!" she moaned, plunging her hands down his back and over his ass cheeks. She squeezed his ass in her fingers and urged him deeper into her pussy.

"You're so wet! You must have been wanting this for hours, huh?" he grunted, "Fuck, you're greasy as hell!"

"Yes! I want it! I've needed it for hours! I love it! I love cock! Oh God, fuck me! Fuck me till I can't stand it!"

"Well, to tell you the truth," he said, feeding cock to her with strong, steady fuck strokes, "I fucked Loraine last night — and with you, I'd like to try something different. Seems to me you're the type would try anything, right? Right?"

When she didn't answer right away he tweaked her nipple between his thumb and finger. The erect nubbin was nearly an inch long.

"Yes!" she gasped. "Yes, I'll try anything! I love cock! I love it!"

"Good! Then let's try this!" He pulled back, withdrew his huge hard-on from her steaming cunt. He grasped his cock in his fist and it glistened in the sun and dripped cunt slime onto her belly.

The canoe rocked as he climbed up on top of her, leaving her gnarled ajid empty cuntlips molded in the shape of his cock. He settled himself on her ribcage and lay his cock between her huge lolling tits. Grabbing a tit in each hand, he crammed them harshly together over his hard-on, making sure the stiff nipples scratched the blue veins running up the side of his cock. He began to fuck her tits roughly.

Penny could scarcely believe this was happening. Her cunt felt cold and empty. But there was something lewd and exciting about what he was doing on top of her. She decided to lie back and enjoy it. It was kind of kinky, kind of dirty, but it thrilled her. He was actually fucking her between her tits! She could see the purple crown of his prick emerge each time he fucked forward. The piss-slit winked at her lewdly.

"This ever happen to you before?" he smirked, gazing down into her lust-contorted face. "You ever been fucked between the tits?"

"No! Ohhh God, no!" She writhed beneath him. His cock was oozing pre-cum from its tip and she could feel the wetness on her tits.

"You don't know what you've been missing! There's all kinds of stuff you should be trying, a newlywed like you! Open your mouth!"

"Huh? What? Mmmmmffffff!" she gasped. As she spoke he forced the big purple head of his prick between her lips.

"Suck it! Suck the head of my cock!" he ordered, grasping the back of her neck with one hand and forcing her head back and forth on his bloated hard-on. Her lips folded around the pulsing prick and the pretty pink lipstick she had applied earlier smeared off along its surface.

He still crammed her swollen tits to either side of his cock at its base. His balls nestled comfortably in her cleavage. But the head of his prick was solidly embedded in her face and he fed it back and forth, fucking her mouth, forcing her cheeks to balloon and then hollow strangely. Her dazed and lust-clouded eyes stared fixedly up into his.

"You like this? You like sucking cock?" He could feel the soft velvet pad of her tongue supporting the weight of his cock. Her saliva was bathing him warmly.

"Mmmmmffffff!" she slobbered, bobbing her head now of her own accord on his looming prick shaft. It was so strange, to have a guy fuck her between the tits and in the mouth at the same time! It was so kinky! She wondered how many other exciting and dirty things there were that she'd been missing out on.

"I think I'm gonna come in your mouth. Would you like that? Huh? Would you like me to come in your mouth? Would you like to drink down all my hot jism?" His movements had speeded up and he was panting oddly.

My God, she hadn't thought of that! What about when he comes! He would probably drown her in cum! She might choke on his hot spunk!

"What a mouth you've got! All pouty red lips and even white teeth! Shit, you could drive a guy out of his mind with this little mouth of yours!" he groaned.

He suddenly let her tits roll back on her chest and lifted off her, forcing, his cock into her mouth at a new angle. He clasped his prick tightly midway up its trunk and began to jerk off furiously. Only the cock head remained between her lipstick-smeared lips. It sat on her tongue and trembled like a great bloated mushroom.

She gazed up into his eyes with mild panic, wandering what he planned to do. She was helpless, pinned beneath him in the bottom of the canoe, his weight spread across her tits and ribcage. A strong hand gripped her behind her head and helped her buck up and dawn on his thick hard-on. She couldn't have escaped if she had wanted to.

I'm going to come in your mouth, he explained patiently. "Just relax and everything will be all right. Keep your mouth open so that I can leave the cock head inside. I'm just going to jerk off into your mouth."

Penny did as she was told, cranking her jaw open and letting him pump his cock between her lips. This was so weird! And so exciting! She'd sucked cock before, but she'd never had a guy jerk off into her mouth. She wasn't really taking part in this at all. She was just being used. He was simply going to use her mouth to dump his jism. She found the idea dirty and tremendously appealing.

"Pretty close now, sweetheart. Pretty close," he gasped, his fist a blur of motion on his prick. He could feel the heavy jism boiling in his hot and swollen balls. The sight of her innocent and pretty young face, swelled out with his thick cock, was too much to bear. Her pouty red lips and smooth cheeks trembled and vibrated with the motion of his jacking off.

There was a wet exploding sound and his cock was bursting between her lips. The cock head twitched, seemed to expand on her tongue, and a great greasy wad of steaming spunk blasted into her mouth. Prepared as she was, it still caught her off guard. She coughed, she gagged, and her eyes rolled up at him in surprise. In an instant, her mouth had been filled to capacity with sizzling hot jism.

She gurgled, swallowing and spitting up at the same time. His cum was wriggling to her stomach like thick soup, but there was so much of it that she couldn't swallow it all at one gulp. Cum squished about between her gums and cheeks, coated her tongue and hung from the roof of her mouth. And it overflowed her lips and flowed in thick white trails down her chin.

"Ohhhhhh yeah! Feels so good! Ohhhhhh yeah!" he crooned, emptying his cock contentedly into her mouth. "Suck it all down! Eat that cum!"

Penny tried her best, but no sooner had she gulped down the first wad of jism than a second blasted free, and a third, filling her mouth and clogging her throat in seconds. She had quit gagging, but she gasped and snorted, and soon she had sucked up jism into her nose and was blasting it from her flared nostrils. White bubbles snapped above her upper lip.

"Ohhhhhh yeah! Ohhhhhh yeah!" he yelled, thrilled at the sight of her snorting cum. He loved the sight of the thick streams of silver spunk drooling from the corners of her mouth and oozing down her chin. And he decided he wanted to see more.

He pulled back just enough to free his spurting cockhead from her cum-drenched lips. Then, with the cock tip no more than two or three inches from her open, drooling mouth, he proceeded to jerk out the rest of his cum-load. He aimed the jets carefully, shooting one after the other into the gaping white hole of her mouth. He wanted to look inside and see how much cum she could hold.

"Sssppplllfff!" she gurgled, her lovely eyes wide with panic. There was so much cum! She would never be able to swallow it all!

"Keep your mouth open! I want to fill it with cum!" he said, still jerking off steadily. The spunk sprang from his prick in thick white ropes, firing straight and true into her waiting, overflowing mouth. A great wall of silver wetness had formed across her jism-soaked lips, and as each new jet spurted inside it began to drool in huge creamy globs down her chin.

Her moved forward, plunged his cock back between her lips, forced the escaping jism back onto her tongue and into her throat. Then he withdrew once more and rubbed his cockhead from side to side on her lips, smearing the jism in wide swaths across her face. The cock was still oozing cum.

"Drink it! Drink it all down!" he grunted, marveling at the way her lovely face shone with cum in the morning sunlight it Penny gulped and gasped, sucking down as much spunk as she could. But there came a time when she lost all fear and started to relish the taste of the stuff. While she still had a huge amount of cum in her mouth she started squishing it between her teeth and playing it back and forth on her tongue. Then, realizing how much it turned him on to see the cock cream ooze from her mouth; she let it seep slowly from her lips onto her face.

He groaned, daubing the silver jism back and forth across her chin. And she knew that fucking with his wife would never be the same again.

The End



Penny: A Story About My Mother



During the severe weather last winter, my mother (she's 77 years old and called Penny) fell over on the ice and broke her leg. She telephoned me from the ambulance to say she was on her way to the hospital where I worked, and I made sure I was in attendance when she arrived. She'd broken her femur which required two metal plates and several pins to be inserted, in an operation which lasted several hours and which I sat in on to observe.

After 7 days in hospital, she was allowed to go home, but in her current state couldn't go back to her house on her own so we made arrangements for her to come to stay with me for the 12 weeks it would take for her leg to mend. Thanks to the metal pins, she wore a heavy bandage rather than a full cast, and this was only on her upper leg between her crotch and her knee.

Mum could walk with crutches but she couldn't bend her right knee due to the muscle damage from the operation, so she couldn't easily sit down or stand up from a low seat. Dining chairs were just about OK, otherwise she would need help.

We collected several suitcases of things from her house and settled her into my own room at my house while I de-camped into one of the guest rooms. She therefore had the comfort of the best bed, TV etc.

At my house, she managed to unpack and put her things into my wardrobe and drawers and seemed to adapt without any problems. She could even manage to get up and down the stairs by sitting on her bottom and proceeding one step at a time. One of our first jobs however was to establish how and when she would use the loo. I'd been avoiding the subject but pretty soon we had to try it, so we had a test-run with her fully clothed to see how it was to be done.

My mum had a minor heart scare about ten years ago since when she'd been on a serious health kick, visiting the gym three or four times a week and being careful with her diet. Whereas she used to be a very chubby woman, she was now stick-thin and her tits had shrunk to almost nothing. She looked brilliant, but she was much more wrinkly than before, especially around her face and neck. To get her onto the toilet, I held her under her arms and she put her arms around my neck. She kept her right leg straight out in front of her while I lowered her down. Repeating the process the other way around, she was back on her feet. I was glad she'd lost so much weight over the years, I wouldn't have liked to have lifted her while she was her chubby old self!

Mum could dress herself fully with the exception of her knickers which I had to put over her feet and draw up as far as her knees where she took over and pulled them up the rest of the way. She wore a bra under a t-shirt or a jumper, and wore wrap-around skirts or short cotton dresses which she could get on and off over her head. Flat shoes only due to the leg.

At 10:30pm on the first night, she went upstairs and got herself undressed and into a nightie ready for bed, then called for me to help her to the loo. She walked with her crutches into the bathroom, leaned them against the wash basin then turned around with her back to the toilet, hitched up her nightie, pulled her knickers down over her bandaged thigh and down to her knees, then we embraced as I lowered her down. I left the room and closed the door behind me but had to wait not far away until she told me she'd finished and was ready to stand up again. Once up, she let her knickers fall to the floor and asked me to put them in the laundry basket. 

I went downstairs at this point, but I'd got something in mind which I must admit I'd already anticipated. Years ago when I lived at home with mum I used to masturbate into her worn underwear from the laundry basket. Later, I did the same with the tights and knickers belonging to my landlady and finally had the same pleasure with my ex-wife's knickers and those of her mother. It wasn't just a fetish, more of an obsession, but one in which I hadn't indulged for some years now. Tonight, all that would change. 

When I decided she was asleep, I went to bed via the bathroom and took out her knickers from the laundry basket. A flesh-coloured silk pair with a soft cotton gusset. I took them to my room, quickly undressed and got into bed with mum's dirty panties. I started by bringing the soiled gusset up to my face and smelling the beautifully sweet aroma of mum's vagina – less acidic smelling than my ex-wife's, but just as strong. I looked at the cream-coloured discharge in the gusset and imagined I was looking at mum's little old slit with all her cunt juice over her labia and clit. I put them down to my stiff cock, wrapped the gusset around the shaft and started to masturbate myself up and down, slowly at first then faster and faster. The silk and cotton material felt amazing and I could still smell the aroma of mum's vaginal juices wafting up from the knickers to my nose. When I felt my cum approaching, I held the soft gusset out under my cock and wanked off into it until I spurted all my cum over the creamy discharge inside. I did absolutely fucking loads, getting most of it into the gusset, some over the lacy front and spilling some of it over the bed sheets as well.

I rubbed the spermy panties over my subsiding cock until I was finished with the lovely sensations it had given me, then went back to the bathroom to replace the knickers in the basket and clean myself up.

Next morning I was up early, showered and dressed, and making breakfast for two. After some time of living on my own, it was nice to have someone else about the place. I put a load of washing in the machine before mum spotted the evidence of my dirty wank in the laundry basket, then woke her up with tea and breakfast in bed. After a while I went back up to help her onto the toilet and off again when she'd finished, then waited while she washed herself at the basin. She couldn't bathe or shower due to the bandages of course. One she'd finished, mum returned to her room and handed me a pair of clean knickers to put on over her feet and up to her knees. This pretty much established the pattern for our mornings, I just had to get up about half-an-hour earlier to help her with things, and on work mornings we had to do things a little quicker than at week-ends. Also, living close to the hospital where I work, I was able to come home at lunch time to help her to the toilet and grab a sandwich which she'd prepared for me during the morning.

Over the few days after mum's arrival, I re-kindled my love affair with masturbating with her knickers, sometimes sniffing them, sometimes licking at the sweet-tasting juice in the bum and cunt area, and always wanking my cum into the gusset and silky front and back. I loved talking dirty to myself while doing this, and quickly found myself uttering the filthiest words possible, as if I were talking to mum while doing it to myself. Words like "Come on mum, let me see your little cunt and tits, that's it mum, wank me off on your slot, let me cum all over your little old fuck hole..." etc, etc. I also used mum's panties for wanking while looking at pictures and videos online, or reading dirty stories, always finishing with a big cumshot in the gusset. 

I loved taking mum to the toilet first thing in the morning because when she leaned forward in her nightie for me to hold her, I could see right down the top to her floppy little titties and beautiful little rosy-red nipples. Also, at lunch time after she'd been to the toilet, I could time my glance perfectly to catch sight of her hairy triangle as she pulled up her panties under her skirt or dress. All these glances of her titties and cunt fuelled my wank fantasies with her underwear at night and I thought about what I'd seen as I came off into her silky, soiled knickers.

After the first two or three weeks of her stay, we were both much more relaxed in one another's company than we'd ever been before, talking freely about any subject which came up. Despite this, I could tell she was getting terribly bored with her confined existence and with the routine, and felt she was getting less concerned with the protocols of privacy. Eventually, one evening when I was taking her to the loo, she did the usual thing of hitching her skirt out of the way and pulling her knickers down to her knees but then said to me "I only need a quick pee darling, there's no need to wait outside." I lowered her down to the toilet seat but instead of letting go around my neck, she just clung onto me while she peed. As soon as her bum had hit the seat, I heard the first drops hit the water below followed by a torrent against the porcelain and into the water. She must have taken about 30 seconds to finish, during which time my face was pressed close to her cheek and I could smell the heady scent of her perfume mixed with the acidic smell of her fresh urine wafting up from underneath. I swear I could also smell her pussy juice, so familiar to me from sniffing and licking her dirty panties. 

When she'd finished peeing, she let go of me to get a piece of loo paper which she folded, opened her legs a little, then wiped the remaining piss from her cunt flaps, dropping the paper onto the pissy water in the toilet. Mum put her arms back around my neck so I could lift her into a standing position, and once up, she just held onto me. Not a word needed to be exchanged between us, I just reached down to her knickers and pulled them all the way up for her, gently over her bandage, over her bum and cunt and up to her lovely little tummy at the front and across her hips at the sides. I ran my fingers around the inside of the elastic top as I'd seen her do, to make sure they were comfortable for her. Without looking at me, she just said "Thank you darling," then straightened her skirt, flushed the loo and washed her hands.

That set another pattern. When she just needed a pee, I stayed and always pulled up her panties afterwards. For the next week or so we became more and more at ease until one night, we were discussing whether or not I was going to meet a new partner and settle down, or whether she would ever find another man. She very primly suggested she was far too old to find someone, and then said to me "Anyway darling, why would I want to another man in my life when I have all your dirty magazines to keep me company?" 

Fuck me!! I had a whole cardboard box full of top-shelf wank mags on the floor of my wardrobe which I'd totally forgotten were there! I'd not looked at them for donkeys' years, after all why would I now we've all got the internet?? All I could say was "Bloody hell, mum, I'd forgotten about those, er, really sorry about that..."

"Don't be silly darling," she said, "I'm quite used to it, your father used to keep girly magazines in the bedroom too, we used to enjoy reading the letters and stories before we had sex!" 

"Too much information, mum," I said, waving the palms of my hands towards her and pulling a face in mock disgust. Really, I was loving this conversation too much to let it drop.

She carried on, "Oh don't be a prude, we all do it don't we? You and I are both old enough to talk about these things without fear of embarrassment – you're 48 and I'm 77 so we should have got over that sort of thing by now. Anyway, those magazines are all a bit old and well-thumbed and I've read through them all now so it's probably about time you bought some new ones dear!"

"Mum, I've not bought a dirty magazine for years, and I've not looked at those ones for absolutely ages!" I paused... "We all have the internet for that sort of thing nowadays!"

"The internet," she exclaimed! "Isn't that all a bit dodgy?"

"No mum, it's no different from looking at dirty magazines as long as you know what sites you can trust. If you promise not to tell anyone, I'll show you one day!" This was pure mischief on my part but I couldn't resist trying to embarrass her as she'd done me. However, mum wasn't put off...

"Well darling, that's alright for you but I don't have an internet so I'm stuck with your dirty magazines for my entertainment."

As we spoke, she was flicking through the pages of a cookery magazine, pretending to read it, but I knew it was just to avoid eye contact with me while we discussed these naughty things. I could tell, however, that she was enjoying it as much as me.

Referring to my dirty magazines, mum asked "When did you buy them, darling, was it when you were married to Caroline?" She looked at me and smiled at this point, very wickedly I thought. 

"Yeah", I said casually, looking away from her, "she used to like the stories as well. Especially the readers' letters. A bit like you and dad I suppose" I just had to keep this conversation going to see where it led...

"I thought so", mum said, "I think most people like a bit of titivation in their lives, it's just a shame for people that they have to keep it a secret." 

"I suppose if you've read them all, I could try to get something for you, what sort of things do you like reading about, mum?"

"Well, like I said, I like the readers' letters, and a lot of them seem to be about men watching their wives go with other men, don't they?" 

"Ah, you like that do you?", I asked with a knowing smile, and becoming more mischievous and confident by the minute.

"Well, not necessarily darling," she said back-pedalling, "no more than any of the other things, but it all helps in one's hour of need, doesn't it? I quite like the romantic stories as well as the ones about people 'doing it'". She looked at me again and smiled, "You look surprised that we're having this conversation darling, what did you think I was doing in lieu of sex? When a lady doesn't have a man around the house, she has to rely on her imagination and her fingers, doesn't she?"

"Yes," I replied, "and sometimes even when there is one around..."

"Oh come on, darling," she said to me, "don't be coy, I bet you're always at it looking at your dirty internet for a crafty fiddle, aren't you?" If only she knew...

I went out to make some tea and to delight in the thoughts of my mum masturbating herself to the stories and pictures in my dirty magazines – what a filthy thought! I decided there and then to take this one step further.

I put the tea on the dining table and fetched my laptop computer which I put there also. I told mum I had something I'd like to show her and helped her up out of the sofa and we went into the dining room and sat side-by-side at the table. When the laptop was running I went online to my favourite stills photo site where there are millions of photos (at least it seems like millions...) posted there by amateurs, mostly of themselves or sometimes of others. All the usual categories were there, amateur, BBW, mature, cumshot, handjob, hidden cam etc, etc. I showed mum where to find the site and how to navigate around it, then moved on to my favourite amateur video-clip site with much the same categories. Mum didn't say much during this process, so I asked her what sort of thing she'd like to see. "Ooh, I don't know darling, you choose..."

"OK, my favourite is amateur ladies older than myself," so I clicked onto mature and selected a 10-minute clip of an amateur couple in their 60s doing foreplay and fucking on their bed. As we watched them slowly undressing and touching one another, I was as stiff as a board inside my pants and had to re-arrange myself surreptitiously, and mum started to wriggle very slightly in her chair. 

Eventually, mum spoke: "Darling, if I watch any more of this I'll have to go off somewhere and do something sexual to myself!"

"OK," I said, "I'll pause this so you can come back to it if later you want. I'll show you one last thing though." I'd saved the best until last – I opened a new tab and logged onto Literotica where I showed mum how to search for her favourite things and read the sex stories on the subjects she liked the most. She really showed enthusiasm with this, and took over the touch pad from me immediately so she could start browsing. I got up and told her I'd leave her alone for a while to get acquainted with things and left her to go upstairs to my room. On the way, I picked up a pair of her dirty knickers and had a fantastic wank into them. All I had to do was lay them out onto the dressing table, take out my cock through my fly and give it a couple of strokes before I was shooting loads of dirty cum into the silky material. I'd not done this much sperm for ages, and some of it spurted onto the dressing table and some down onto the carpet. After a while, I heard mum moving from the dining room into the kitchen and I knew it was safe to go back down. When I saw her I asked "feel better now?"

"Yes thank you, darling, do you?"

"Much," is all I needed to say.

The very next day, on the way home from work, I bought a new laptop computer for mum to use. When I got home, I set it up in her room, fixed up her own email address through my account and showed her how to browse the web including the sites I'd shown her the day before. She seemed absolutely delighted with it and even had an early night, pretty much, I'd say, on the strength of her new access to porn! As I lay in bed, I thought how strange it felt just one room away from my elderly mother, both of us laying in bed masturbating. Little could she know that while I was cumming off, I was thinking about her skinny little old body, wrinkly old lips, tiny little titties, thin legs and sexy little old cunt. And her soiled knickers, of course.

No more than a few days later, she was at the dining room table with her laptop computer sending emails to some of her girl friends, when she asked me to look at something. A message had appeared about pop-ups which was quickly dealt with, but she asked me if it was safe to carry on looking at the site she'd been on. I asked her to show me which one, and she took me to a new site with amateur porn photos posted alongside a letter or some narrative from the sender. She'd obviously been busy, and quite successful with her surfing!! Although I didn't need to know, I asked her to take me to the exact page she was on when the message came up so I could assess it. She went to a page with photos of a lady of about 65 years old, on the bed with a man of about 25, both of them looking at the camera presumably held by a third party. I looked at mum and said, "Ooh, you naughty girl, that's what you look at when my back's turned is it!"

Mum wasn't even slightly bothered by my reaction, and just said to me "Well, I was enjoying the story they'd written about the woman and the young man. They were doing it on the bed while her husband watched and took the photos! I expect when I get to the end of the story, he'll get to join in with things...!"

"OK," I said, "the site looks fine, you may as well just carry on reading. Mind if I look over your shoulder?"

"Not at all, feel free" she replied. I knelt down on the floor by mum's side and slightly behind her while she started reading the story again from the top. It was pretty horny, and I could feel an erection develop quickly as I read. The story concerned a married couple in their sixties who had met a young couple in their twenties while away on holiday. They arranged to meet up again for drinks when back at home, and a sexual relationship quickly developed. Now, they regularly got together for threesomes, foursomes and for swapping. In this story, beautifully illustrated by the photos, the young man removed the older woman's outer clothes to reveal black stockings, suspenders, bra, see-through panties and high-heeled strappy sandals, and quickly her knickers were off and she was on her back on the bed, legs wide apart with the young man licking away at her sexy shaven cunt while she fiddled with her nipples. Soon, she was coming to her climax on the young man's tongue, bucking, writhing and shouting "I'm cumming, I'm fucking cumming, lick it my love, lick it out for me...".




Penny: A Story About My Mother



I was nearly cumming too and I couldn't help putting my hand down to the front of my trousers to give it sneaky rub through the material. I was slightly behind my mum so I knew she couldn't see what I was doing down there. Much more like this and I was going to do it in my pants!

The story went on the to describe how the older gentleman watched the young man climb onto his wife and start to fuck his cock up her vagina, in and out, slowly at first then building up speed until he came his load up there, taking ages over his lengthy climax. He withdrew and the old lady continued to lay on her back, legs wide open so hubby could see her sexy creampie. There was a beautiful photo of this alongside the story. The older man had just about got enough of a stiffy to take over, and he gently eased it up into his wife's spunk-filled hole, forcing the young man's sperm to run out and down over her little brown bum hole onto the bed. The husband described how her cunt felt as his cock slopped about in the other man's ample sperm, and within a few strokes he was dumping his own load of cum up her hole to join the first load. The photos of the resulting double-creampie were fantastic, and I couldn't hold back – I just rubbed my stiff cock through my trousers until it exploded its filth into my pants, several thick, wet jets cumming up from the end of my prick into the confines of the material.

I was sure mum hadn't seen what I'd done, and as I turned my attention to her, I noticed she'd slipped her left hand into her wrap-around skirt and between her thighs without me noticing, and was gently moving her left arm in a rhythmic motion up and down, presumably with the side of her hand brushing against the material of her knickers. As I looked on, mum closed her eyes, leaned forward slightly in her chair, closed her thighs tightly against her hand and let out a loud sigh as the first pulse of an orgasm hit her body. Then, a louder more guttural cry of "Ahhh,," and with that, she turned slightly towards me, opened her eyes, looked down to where I was kneeling and had a third spasm with another loud "Uhhh" as we looked one another in the eye. 

As she recovered from her sexual climax, she turned back towards the laptop and closed down the internet browser before moving both hands up to her lovely dyed-brown, curly hair which she pretended to straighten, while saying "Ooh, I'm sorry about that darling, I lost myself there for a moment, you shouldn't have seen me do that. 

"It's OK mum" I said, wanting to avoid her feeling too bad about it, "I've done the same as you – look..." I pointed down to a damp stain on the front of my trousers which she looked at with interest, smiling. 

"That was too much for both of us then, was it darling?" she asked. 

Not much happened between us for the next few days, and our mutual masturbation session wasn't mentioned at all. I continued to stay with her while she went for a pee, and always pulled her panties up for her afterwards making sure I got a good look at her sexy cunt while doing so, and loving the bit where she wiped herself with toilet tissue. Wanking into her knickers while looking at dirty stuff on the internet continued every night, but I found myself looking only at pictures of elderly ladies who looked a bit like mum before cumming off. One morning when I was helping her get dressed, she hadn't got her clean knickers ready for me to put over her feet as usual, so she pointed to a bedside drawer and told me to take a clean pair from in there. When I opened it, lying in the drawer on top of the various pairs of panties was a large white vibrator and a half-used tube of KY jelly! I moved them both to one side to select a pair of knickers and looked back at mum to see whether she'd noticed what I'd seen. Sure enough, of course, she'd spotted me as I looked at the vibrator and she just smiled at me and uttered a coy little "Oh."

"Sorry mum, I didn't know that was there, erm....sorry..." was all I could manage, followed by "It looks awfully big! Doesn't it hurt?"

"Of course it doesn't hurt – not if I'm gentle with it, anyway! That's what the KY jelly's for!", she exclaimed. "It might look big, but when you get to my age you need a big one to get you off properly!" 

"You managed OK without it the other day," I challenged.

"Oh, I usually do darling, but sometimes I need something inside me before I can reach an orgasm."

As we put her knickers on, mum made an extra big show of fitting them snugly around her pussy, running her fingers around the knicker elastic of the legs, pulling the gusset to one side, then the other, affording me an extra good view of her snatch as she did so. Now we'd been through the last few weeks together, seeing mum's cunt seemed perfectly normal, and she was now perfectly relaxed about me having a good look at her sex parts while she dressed. I couldn't let the moment pass without raising this exact subject, it just seemed right and I knew the opportunity may not raise itself like this again. "Mum, it's great that you and I are so relaxed with one another, I enjoy our time like this and the flirty way we behave, but you don't think we've gone over the top a bit? I mean, are you still comfortable with how we are together?"

Mum looked at me sympathetically, as if I was being silly. "Ah, bless," she said, "you're so sweet, and you've been really kind to me in my hour of need, letting me stay here and doing all these things for me." We were now sitting side-by-side on the edge of her bed, both facing the bedside table with the knicker-cum-vibrator drawer. "A bit of nudity's alright, it's not hurting anyone, and it's good that we're relaxed with one another, it makes it easier for you to look after me. I don't care if you see my bits, I'm 77 – what difference could it make?"

"I know mum," I replied, "but masturbating in the same room and looking at dirty pictures and stories – some people would think that's rather inappropriate, wouldn't you say?"

My mum wasn't to be put off, but really that's what I was secretly hoping in testing the water like this. She leaned her head to one side to rest it on my shoulder and said "I've not been with a man for years, and I thought I never would again". She paused, then continued with a sigh, "It feels beautiful to share something with a lovely man again darling." 

I put my arm around her shoulder to comfort her and I could see she was stifling a few tears. I felt emotional too, so for a few moments we just sat on her bed and held one another. After a while, she sat upright and said decisively "Come on darling, we have things to do, it's Saturday and tonight's my big night – my first night out with the girls since I broke my leg. Sue's coming to collect me at 7:00 so I need to make sure I'm good and ready in plenty of time."

The day wore on, and by late afternoon mum went upstairs to wash and get ready, me helping her on and off the loo as usual. I left her to get ready in her room and after what seemed like ages she called for me to help her. "Clean knickers and a pair of tights tonight, what do you think darling?"

"Good idea," I replied, and took the undies from her hand. Mum had been getting ready and doing her make-up for at least an hour-and-a-half, and I must admit she looked utterly stunning for a woman of her age. She wore a pale pink, silky bath robe which she undid and allowed to fall completely open at the front to expose herself to my gaze. Underneath, she wore only a black lacy bra over her gorgeous little titties, and with no knickers on I had a plain and uninterrupted view of her lovely little old slot. Mum's natural colouring was always very light, and I could still see this in her pubic hair. It was very pale, and so thin and wispy that it looked almost as if she'd got a totally shaven cunt. As she parted her legs slightly to allow me to slip on her matching lacy black panties, for the first time I noticed her long and protruding labia, hanging down from inside the folds of her outer cunt lips. How I longed to bury my head in there and suck the fleshy folds of pink skin, to penetrate her hole with my tongue and lick the sensitive little nub of her clit buried within. 

Her knickers came slowly up, and I took extra care to make sure they were fitted snugly and comfortably around her thighs and waist. Next, her pale, tan-coloured tights which I placed onto her feet and lower legs before running them carefully up over her knees, over her dainty little thighs, across her bandages and up to her lovely black panties. I longed for her to remove these tights and knickers later so I could masturbate and cum off in them. As I pulled the nylons up over her panties, I used both my hands to smooth them over her thighs and hips, eventually working my way up to the waist band which I pulled up high to make sure the gusset was pressed tightly into her knickers and cunt. Again, I used the palms of my hands, pretending to ensure a close, smooth fit, but really delighting in the feel of my mother's sexy body through the nylon. I gently stroked her hips, then around her waist, then moved my hands down and slid them across the surface of her buttocks, finally daring to move round to the front and place my right hand down between her legs where I rubbed gently her cunt through the material. "How does that feel, mum?" I asked.

"Very nice darling, but if there's much more of that I won't want to go out with my girlfriends, will I?" Mum put a cotton dress on over her head, her jewellery and her flat shoes, and she was ready. Her friend Sue came to collect her at the appointed time, and she was gone.

While mum was out I took the dirty knickers she'd had on for most of the day, went to the knicker drawer in her bedroom, took out a pair of tights like the ones she had on now and her vibrator and went to my room. Once there, I laid the items out on the bed, stripped off my clothes and started to masturbate myself while looking at and feeling the items. I picked up the knickers and smelt the moist and tangy gusset, then put out my tongue and licked away at the delicious deposits within. Next I inspected the vibrator, and sure enough there were some signs of old vaginal deposits around the bottom where the shaft joined the round base containing the switch. I did the same with the vibrator as I had with mum's dirty panties, first smelling the acrid delights and then tasting the sweet, dried deposits from her vaginal cum juice. I took the plastic cock and licked and sucked the shaft pretending it had come freshly from mum's cunt, and fantasising that she was there watching me and encouraging me on. As the crucial moment approached, I laid out the tights on the bed, gusset upwards, placed mum's soiled panties on top as if they'd been freshly removed from her, put the vibrator on the panties with the tip in the messy discharge, then wanked my cock furiously while pointing it at the ensemble, saying to myself out loud, "here it comes mum, are you ready, are you ready for my spunk? I'm doing it now, here it come, right up your little old cunt, here it comes, fuck me, fuck me mum..." with which my sperm shot out coating the tights, knickers and vibrator. It was runnier than usual this time, perhaps I'd been wanking too much, but there was still plenty of it to make a real mess of the assembled underwear and vibrator. After I'd cum, I continued wanking my subsiding cock, savouring the afterglow and looking at my dollops of spunk, particularly on the knickers. (There's a photo of this online if you look hard enough!)

I did a load of washing which included the tights (but not the panties, which I really wanted mum to spot in the laundry basket full of my spunk!), then dried the tights and replaced them with the vibrator in her knicker drawer. I felt I'd better wait up for her to come home as she'd undoubtedly need some assistance. Sure enough, at just after midnight, I heard her key in the front door followed by mum's friend Sue helping mum into the hallway. They both looked at me and smiled, Sue because of mum's state, and mum because of the amount she'd had to drink. I took over with mum, said goodnight to Sue and closed the door behind her. Mum was very squiffy, but not what I'd call drunk, just unstable on her feet, and from what she was saying, without inhibition. She put her arms around my neck with her face very close to mine, gave me a quick peck on the lips and said "Take me to bed please darling". 

We stopped off at the bathroom for her to have a pee where her dress, tights and panties were discarded on the floor. She peed in the loo with me still holding onto her, wiped herself underneath and with my help, stood up and proceeded to the bedroom. Once there, she took off her jewellery and her bra and slipped down into bed fully naked, resting her head on the pillow. When she closed her eyes, I was utterly crestfallen until she said softly, "Darling, why don't you put the lamp on, turn off the main light and stay here to keep me company for a while?" 

I did as I was bid, and knelt down on the floor leaning on the bed by her side. She spoke: "Darling, I've had such a wonderful time tonight, it's lovely to see my friends at last. We talked quite a lot about you, of course."

"Why would you want to talk about me, mum?" I asked.

"Because all my friends fancy the pants off you – didn't you know? Pippa and Emma fancy you a bit, Tricia fancies you lots and Sue would be in your pants before you could say 'knife', given half a chance! She absolutely idolises you. I think she even fantasises about you a little bit too!"

"That's all very well, mum, but I'm sure she's not really my type," was all I could think of to say, although I made a mental note of this for the future.

"Oh darling, I don't think you'd say that if she were lying here instead of me, would you? Be honest, you'd fuck the living daylights out of her!."

As mum spoke, I could see her re-arranging her position under the duvet. She bent her left leg slightly at the knee and moved it outwards to her left, and I could sense her right hand move down her body and come to rest between her legs. Still with her eyes tightly closed, I could see a rhythmic motion developing under the duvet, at the same time as which her left hand moved up to her breasts. "Tell me what you'd like to do to her darling," she told me. 

"Well, I don't suppose I'd kick her out of bed, I'm sure I could make love to her if required" I said

"Come on darling, you can do better than that, tell me what you'd really like to do to her, " she said, continuing to stroke herself intimately under the duvet.

I just went for it now – it was quite obvious that mum wanted to masturbate herself while I described fucking Sue. "OK mum, I think I'd like to fuck her – is that what you want? Do you want me to fuck your friend Sue? Or perhaps you'd like me to give her lots of foreplay first?" I started to describe in detail what I'd do to Sue, but actually it was what I wanted to do to mum. "I'd start by leaning forward and kissing her fully and sexually on her beautiful open lips, pushing my tongue inside her mouth and mixing our sexy saliva together, and at the same time, I'd run my hand down to her breasts; to her lovely little titties, and I'd finger her hard little nipples. Then perhaps I'd gently stroke her tummy and thighs before moving my hand between her legs and pressing my palm over her vagina."

"Like you did to me earlier through my tights?" she asked, her movements under the duvet becoming stronger and more noticeable. 

"Yes that's right, just like when I touched you between your legs. But with Sue, I'd ask her to open her legs wide then I'd push my finger gently inside her vagina to make sure she was nice and wet for me. I'd finger-fuck her for a while until she was very wet and ready, then I'd take my finger out and move it slowly down to her little bum hole and gently stroke her little hole and the sensitive bit of skin between her bum and her vagina. And when I was sure she was ready, I'd move my finger up past her beautiful soft and wet labia to her lovely little clit and I'd start wanking her off just there, slowly at first and then harder and harder, all the while kissing her on her mouth and fiddling her stiff little nipples with my other hand. Is that what you want mum, do you want me to do that?"

Mum's breath was coming on short spasms now, and the duvet had slipped down below her breasts so I could see her left hand fiddling and pinching her nipples as she wanked. Without opening her eyes, she said "I'm nearly there darling, come on now, finger me off, that's it, finger me off and make me cum. Ooh, that's it I'm coming now, finger me darling, finger my cunt – here I come – fuck me, fuck me now, fuck me now right just there, fuck it, fuck it..." Her body wracked and shook in several hard spasms as her orgasm tore through her. Spittle shot from her lips as she spat out her filthy words heightening the sensations of her climax and as the feelings in her subsided, she stroked her tummy with her hands them brought her right hand up to her face to smell her own vaginal juices on her fingers before pulling up the duvet and beaming an enormous smile at me. Still with her eyes closed she said "Thank you darling, I needed that – you're very good, you know!"

"You were pretending to be Sue then, weren't you?" I asked. "You were imagining me doing that to you." No response, just more smiling. "What do you want me to call you now? Should I still call you mum or would you prefer me to call you Sue? Or should I call you Penny?" I'd slipped my hand under the duvet at the side and was stroking her tummy, thighs and the top of her pubic triangle as I spoke. "Tell me what you'd like." I said.

Mum opened her eyes now and looked at me in the lamplight. "Darling, I don't think we can fuck while my leg's like this, but if you like you can get undressed and come to bed with me, I'm sure I can satisfy you somehow. Why don't you call me Penny?"

And that was the last time I called my mother 'mum'. From then on it was just Penny all the time. I undressed quickly and got into bed at the side of Penny, holding her tightly and kissing her open mouth with my lips and tongue. She held my stiff cock in her hand and rubbed it up and down in the most beautiful and skilful hand job I'd ever received. I thrust back into the palm of her hand to meet her strokes, and as I kissed her I cupped her little titties and told her I wanted her. As I neared my climax, I announced I was about to come and penny squeezed tighter, pulled hard back on my foreskin and said "Come on darling, do it on me...". When I ejaculated, It went all over her tummy and vagina and she rubbed my softening cock into the milky filth I'd just done. I cleaned us both with paper tissues and held onto her as we both lay side-by-side in her bed. I thanked her for what she'd done and told her I loved her. "I love you too," she replied.

After a while, I moved position slightly and made her jump a little – she'd obviously been asleep. I told her I was going to leave her now to get some rest but that I'd be back first thing in the morning. "Goodnight Penny" I said, and went to my room. 

This was quickly and easily a pattern for our relationship for the rest the time she was in bandages. Every night, we shared a bed – sometimes hers, sometimes mine – where we played with one another and gave each other a sexual climax before kissing goodnight and parting for our own respective room. Although we couldn't fuck, I did give her lots of oral sex while she fiddled her own titties, making her cum onto my mouth. I loved stroking her wet labia and touching her cunt hole while wanking my cock, usually doing my sperm onto her belly and slot. I confessed everything about wanking into her knickers, and she wasn't surprised at all, instead telling me it was a wonderful compliment to pay an old lady. 




Penny: A Story About My Mother



When eventually she had her bandages removed she immediately regained some of her mobility but had a course of physiotherapy to strengthen the muscles in her leg. Eventually, the day came when she proudly showed me how well she could walk and how much movement she had in her leg, including how well she could part her legs and raise them both into the air when lying down. That night, we went to bed as usual, but this time there was no foreplay or ritual, she just lay on her back, opened her legs and said "Come and fuck me...".

I lay on top of her and immediately slipped my cock up her wet and waiting vagina, pumping in and out, fucking her cunt harder and harder. I lasted only a few seconds before blowing my load up inside her, then laying my weight to her side, keeping my floppy prick in her love tube. We smiled and kissed one another for a while, and as I fiddled with her beautiful little titties, I could feel my erection starting to return. So did Penny: "Are you going to do it to me again?"

I started pumping my semi-erect cock in and out of her spermy vagina until it was rock hard again, and gave her a long, hard and noisy fuck, bringing her off as we did it. As she came, I felt my own orgasm approach so I increased my pace and held her tightly, shooting a second load of cum inside her belly. 

We both went to the bathroom where she sat on the loo with her legs wide open for me to see, and peed a torrent into the toilet as I watched. At the same time as she peed, two loads of my spunk dripped from her vagina into the watery piss below, and as she finished, I took some tissue and wiped her slot from her bum hole up to her clit until it was clean and dry.

We still live together in my house just as any other couple would do, but we both have an appetite for sex greater than any other couple I've ever known. We fuck or masturbate together every single day, at least once. Penny doesn't always cum but she still loves it and makes sure I'm completely satisfied. If I don't come in her vagina, I masturbate onto her or her clothes, or occasionally come in her mouth. I love seeing her peeing, especially when I can lay her on her back straight afterwards and lick her pissy cunt and labia. We both still love our erotic websites which is more or less how this all got started, and we are both now regular contributors to the photographs. Through this, we've made friends online with other couples and love exchanging photos and stories with them.

I've taken ages to get this down in writing, and Penny has read every word so far, even contributing to some of the bits I'd forgotten. Now it's done, I feel a certain catharsis – and as randy as fuck!



Penny and Beth Share It All



"Hurry up!" Beth exclaimed, peeking out her bedroom door. "They just opened the front door!"

Behind her, Beth's boyfriend, Kevin, was hurriedly jerking himself as Penny sucked and licked his cock head. Penny teased his swinging balls with her fingertips and Kevin suddenly exploded. A fountain of cum splashed across Penny's face, dripping down over her exposed, D-cup breasts and their hard as steel pink nipples. He effectively coated her with warm jizz, then squeezed out a few last drops and wiped them across her offered tongue.

"Kevin?" came a demanding voice from downstairs.

Beth looked to them in alarm. "Kevin! Get down there!" she whispered fiercely.

Quickly but reluctantly, Kevin zipped up, tucked in his shirt, gave Beth a quick little tongue kiss, then the two of them rushed out the bedroom door.

Alone, Penny lay back on the bed, letting the cum ooze down her face.

The farewell hadn't gone exactly as planned. Kevin and Beth had been exclusively dating since early high school. Though both were 18, Beth was now nearing the end of her first semester of her senior year, but Kevin was in his first year of college several hours away. Products of strict upbringings, the pair had never more than kissed until just the last week, when they found a willing friend in Penny to help them along. The couple's parents had made sure Kevin and Beth never had a chance to go anywhere sexually, but when the teenagers met Penny at her job as a lingerie salesclerk in the mall, she found them the privacy and assistance they needed.

In the span of a week, Penny had helped turn two timid virgins into sex freaks. First she watched them give oral to each other for the first time in a store dressing room. Then she was asked to help Beth overcome her fear of sucking dick by sucking Kevin for her. There had been some ups and downs, especially when Penny found out Beth craved a man's cum as much as she did, but by now everything was worked out.

Unfortunately, Kevin's parents' anniversary, the reason he'd come back for a week, had come and gone, and now he was going back to school. Beth and Kevin had decided to break up after being released sexually, opting to test the waters elsewhere since they would be too far apart to do it together. They left on good terms, but Penny now wondered where this left her. She had essentially been their coach for a week, present during the couple's first orgasms, first sucks and fucks. But now what?

She was in Beth's bedroom in Beth's parents' giant house. Beth's parents were out for the evening, but Kevin's parents had waited in the car in the driveway, giving their son and his girlfriend a mere 5 minutes to say goodbye. Fortunately Beth had been prepared for this, and had arranged Penny to get there just minutes before Kevin and his folks had. That gave them about five minutes for Beth to suck her guy one more time, and, to show his appreciation for her help, allow Kevin to give Penny one final dose of the stuff she loved.

But Kevin's parents had grown impatient. They began honking the horn after three minutes, then one of them had come in through the front door downstairs. Beth and Kevin had to go say goodbye as Penny waited in silence upstairs.

Penny's mind was spinning.

One two occasions during the last week, Penny had found herself in very unfamiliar territory. When she sucked Kevin for the first time and he came in her mouth, Beth forcefully kissed Penny to swap the cum away, then licked the droplets off of Penny's face and breasts. Later, when Beth had taken a mouthful from Kevin, Penny fought back and swapped the cum away from Beth. Penny wasn't absolutely sure about Beth, but she knew that she, herself, was not a lesbian or even bi. She had never found herself curious about women. But those two incidents with Beth, added to all the things she had seen the beautiful young girl do over the last few days, was making Penny wonder how well she really knew herself.

And now, with Kevin out of the picture, did that mean the end of the relationship altogether, or would Penny find out just how close Beth wanted to be.

The idea of being with a woman still felt terribly wrong to Penny. She knew she liked men and always would. But Beth was so damn hard to get out of her mind, especially the feel of her hot little tongue and soft, smooth skin. Kissing her hadn't been better than kissing man, but it was still arousing as hell. Of course, there was always a man involved; always cum. Maybe it was really the cum that turned Penny on, and Beth was just a distraction.

Penny hoped that was it. She didn't want to be bi or gay. She didn't want to be with a woman. That would have made things so much more complicated, she thought.

And yet, when she could have licked herself clean of Kevin's facial, she just let the cum be, waiting for Beth to come back, anticipating the feeling of Beth licking it off of her. She wondered if Beth felt the same urges.

"I thought you would have cleaned yourself up and dressed already," Beth said, apparently in the room, though Penny couldn't see her because she was on her back, eyes on the ceiling.

Penny didn't know what to say. "Um, I, I just thought you might have wanted Kevin's last batch..."

"No," Beth said, sitting on the bed next to her. "I told you, I swallowed a load earlier today. That cum was supposed to be your gift, Penny."

"Oh," Penny said, pretending to have just remembered. "I guess I should have swallowed it, then."

"Yeah," Beth said. "I wondered why you took it on the face." She leaned over Penny, looking her face over. "God, you've got it everywhere." She laughed. "Do you want some help getting it off?"

Penny hesitated, then, "Yeah..."

Beth grabbed a handful of Kleen-ex from the nightstand. "It's a shame to put it to waste."

Penny grabbed Beth's hand and stopped her. "No, don't waste it...You can have some...if you want..."

Penny's suggestion caught Beth off-guard and she froze, looking Penny curiously in the eye. Though Beth had been the first to initiate bisexuality by means of getting more cum, she apparently thought this was a little too past the typical boundaries.

"You want me to lick it off of you?" Beth asked.

After thinking a moment, Penny confirmed to herself how she wanted to answer. "Yeah. Go ahead. It's still warm."

Beth dropped the tissues and tentatively bent forward, not taking her eyes off Penny's as they drew closer. When they were close enough to touch, Beth stuck out her tongue and licked Penny's cum-soaked cheek. The taste and texture of the jizz electrified her, while the touch of her tongue electrified Penny. Beth braced her hands on Penny's shoulders. Penny gasped and arched her back. Beth continued licking Penny's face, growing faster and more adamant at getting the cum. Soon her lips were pressed to Penny's cheek and she was sucking and slurping the hot, gooey sperm away.

"Is it still good?" Penny asked.

"Fresh from the oven," Beth replied with a smile, groaning.

Beth licked Penny's lip, swishing a particularly large gob just as Penny tasted the creamy residue on her other lip. Their tongues touched, and they never parted. Instead, the girls instinctively brought their tongues together, gently at first, but suddenly they were kissing full on, sucking each other into their mouths. They had done this before, but always to draw out more cum from one mouth and into the other. This time Penny had no cum in her mouth, and Beth had swallowed all of hers. This time they were truly kissing. 

Penny's entire body felt on fire as she experienced this new sensation of being with a woman both physically and mentally. She was terrified and more aroused than she could ever remember being before. Beth rested on top, her perfect C-cup breasts pushing against Penny's naked Ds. To Penny, though Beth was fully clothed, it felt amazing to feel the sexy young woman's full body weighing against her own. Penny remembered how beautiful Beth was, with her long, dark hair and piercing blue eyes—eyes just like her own. Beth was tight and slender, with a strikingly beautiful face and a perfect body. Penny had always admired it, but now she yearned for it, wanted to feel her all over herself, but was far too frightened to do anything about it.

Penny, like Beth, was 18, and though she was more mature in the head, her body was just as fresh. Penny was maybe twice as heavy as the tiny Beth, but she filled out far better with her juicy ass and magnificent breasts. Her blonde hair framed one of the cutest, most attractive faces any woman had ever had, and any man had even wanted. She was light years more experienced sexually than Beth, but right now she felt like an innocent school girl, so shy and timid and afraid of the immense pleasure she was feeling.

Beth broke the kiss, and Penny found herself moving her head and opening her mouth, trying to find Beth's lips immediately. Beth moved down to Penny's breasts, still streaked and spotted with great gobs of white cum that had dripped from her face. Beth licked and sucked the cum as she had done before, but this time special attention was paid not just to the cum, but to the hot, smooth flesh it clung to. Beth even sucked on Penny's hard nipples, which didn't have a drop of cum on them to begin with.

Penny's flesh burned with desire, loving every moment of Beth's attention, but screaming for the same treatment was Penny's sopping wet pussy. Too far gone to consider what she was saying, Penny burst out between heavy gasps of pleasure.

"Lick me. My pussy. Please, Beth. Lick me..."

Beth stopped licking Penny's breasts and looked up to her, unmoving.

"Um...Penny...there's no cum down there. I don't think we should, you know..."

They stayed in each other's arms for a long time, Penny burning for release but conflicted about what was happening to her, what her mind told her was right and what her body told her she needed. Still frozen, Beth had apparently gone as far as she was willing to go. After a short moment, the girls got up from the bed. They said nothing. The tension was a thick as it had ever been between these two.

Perhaps, Penny thought, this had gone too far. Her body had been fooled into wanting something impossible. She would calm down later, and would be a perfectly happy straight as an arrow young woman. Right now she wanted Beth, and Beth probably wanted her, but it wasn't going to happen. All for the better.

Still as Penny turned her back to Beth and put on her shirt, she couldn't help but notice how weak her body was with desire for the slim brunette. She was aching for her with a passion she had never known. The mere thought of Beth's lips against her pussy was actually pushing her to orgasm as she stood, untouched, on her feet.

Please take me, Penny thought of Beth. This is the one chance. At the same time, she thought, I'll just get dressed and get out of here and everything will be okay. Unless she touches me...

Penny had buttoned only the top button of her shirt when she felt a finger dip into a gob of cum that had been on the side of her face by her ear. Then the finger touched Penny's pussy, spreading the cum on her wet lips. Penny almost reached orgasm right there, but then two hands grabbed her thighs from behind, followed by a ferociously hungry mouth burrowing into her soaked snatch. Beth couldn't stand it any longer, and Penny submitted instantly as the two girls locked together. Beth pushed her face into Penny's pussy, slipping her tongue inside her with her nose right at Penny's asshole. Penny jumped and melted at the touch, finding herself experiencing an immediate orgasm of unheard-of heights. 

A woman's mouth was on her pussy, sucking her juices and fucking her with that tasty little pink tongue, and she was doing it as if this would save the world from ultimate destruction. Penny spread her legs, then grabbed the door frame to support herself as her body went out of control. She tensed and screamed out as she exploded in orgasm, ejaculating a flood for the first time in her life. Her cum poured over Beth's face and into her hungry mouth. The little brunette slurped and sucked it down eagerly. Penny was so overwhelmed she fell forward, against the wall, then slid to the floor. Beth followed her the whole way, never losing touch of the soaking, tender spot between her legs.

Penny had another orgasm when her hot body felt the cold, hardwood floor. And Beth's persistent pussy lapping didn't hurt, either. She didn't ejaculate this time, but she rocked hard against Beth's face and was in enough pleasure to scream even louder than before. She felt as though she could have powered the city of New York with the hot, fiery energy that swelled through her sweaty, naked body. 

They lay together on the floor for a short while before Beth got up and went to the downstairs bathroom, apparently to clean up. It was another five minutes before Penny found the strength in her legs to stand up. She went into the upstairs bathroom, cleaned herself up, and started getting dressed as fast as possible. Now that it was over, Penny was thoroughly embarrassed. She couldn't deny that it had felt beyond incredible. In fact, that was the trouble. It felt so good, she knew if she saw Beth again, she'd have to do it again. But Penny still felt it was wrong. This was a mistake.

She rushed out of the house before Beth had shown back up. Penny knew she'd never see the girl again. They had gone too far. It would never happen again, and Penny knew that. She had tried women, and it was too frightening. No more.

But that didn't mean she couldn't fantasize about it. In fact, as she drove home at top speed, her nipples hard and her pussy still throbbing, it was all she could think about. 

FOR MORE STORIES featuring Penny, check out 'Watch and Learn', 'The Party Crash Girls', 'Chaperone Makes Three', 'Give Some, Take Cum', and 'Teaching Beth a Lesson'.

FOR MORE STORIES featuring Beth and/or Kevin, check out 'Chaperone Makes Three' and 'Give Some, Take Cum'. 



Penny and Jilly



Jilly sighed as she slipped her naked body into the steaming hot tub. There must be something wrong with me, she thought, as she was feeling extremely horny, and she had only just had a good long fuck with her lover Penny. Ah Penny. The delicious curves of her body, the soft tan of her skin, fading to milky coloured up between the tops of her thighs, the sweet taste of her pussy on Jilly's tongue as it was working inside her, the building tension of pleasure at feeling Penny doing the same to her... Jilly's mind showed her all these images, and slowly, her hand started to move of its own accord. Her fingers left her chin, where they'd been resting, and softly traced down her neck and along the slope of one breast, pausing to gently squeeze and caress one hardened nipple, before continuing down across her stomach, then stroking through the neat heart shape of pubic hair further down, and finally reaching their destination. Jilly felt a shiver pleasure shoot up her spine as she massaged her desire-swollen clit gently in a circular motion, slowly increasing the pressure of her fingers until she let out a quiet moan. 

Shifting position slightly, so one of the Jacuzzi jets was hitting her in just the right spot, she leaned back again the cushioned headrest, and swapped her fingers, so that it was now her thumb circling her clit, sending spasms of pure bliss through her body. Slowly, and gently, Jilly slid a finger inside herself, stroking down the inner walls of her pussy. At this she let out a slightly loader moan and quickly slid a second finger in, and then a third, and worked them around with practised ease. She could feel the orgasm beginning to build inside her, and opened her mouth with anticipation and bliss. Suddenly there was a hand cupping one of her breasts, rubbing the erect nipple, and a soft weight over the tops of her thighs, enticing another moan from deep inside Jilly. She opened her eyes to see that in her haze of pleasure she'd failed to notice Penny arrive, strip off, climb in the tub, and straddle her.

Penny reached down under the water and lightly stroked Jilly's wrist, sliding her finger along the hand and in to join Jilly's now still ones. She leaned forward until her lips were brushing Jilly's earlobe and breathed:

"I hope it was me you were thinking about."

Jilly reached up with her free hand, brushing it across Penny's nipples, which tightened at the faint touch, and laying it on her lovers cheek. The look she gave Penny said it all really, but she still whispered "why would I need to think of anyone else, when just one thought of you can get me this wound up." with that she wound her fingers into penny's short blonde hair and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss. As their tongues caressed each other, and each slid deep into the others mouth, Jilly slid her fingers out of herself, knowing that now she wouldn't be the one to finish what she started, and let Penny thrust her fingers deep inside her. She wound her arms around Penny's neck, and then slowly dragged her nails down Penny's exposed back, causing her to moan into Jilly's mouth and press the full length of her body hard against Jilly, moving her hips so that her clit ground into her arm, which was trapped between them. 

Jilly traced her nails across Penny's buttocks, and played her fingers lightly over her hips and upper thighs, moving slowly upwards to rub Penny's clit with her thumb, knowing that the feeling building inside her couldn't hold for long, and that she would repay Penny very soon. 

Breaking the kiss finally, Penny bent her head to take one of Jilly's nipples in her mouth, sucking and nibbling it, and forcefully flicking her tongue across it, backwards and forwards. Penny was putting her whole body into it, thrusting herself along with her fingers, grinding Jilly's thumb into her clit, pushing her own thumb into Jilly's, and reaching inside with her fingertips, searching out the spot that she knew would make Jilly come...

As her fingers brushed Jilly's G-spot, Jilly's breath caught in her throat, and her heart beat very rapidly, seemingly in anticipation. Penny went back to the magic spot and pushed her fingertip onto it, rubbing in little circles. Jilly was letting out small cries, gaining in volume as her body reached the edge. Penny gave one final stroke and a dam burst inside Jilly. She screamed in pure pleasure as her heart raced and her muscles tightened in great spasms around Penny's fingers, she gripped Penny's thighs hard enough to bruise as she rode her orgasm back to the real world. Finally she was done, and she leant back, breathing heavily, and smiling slyly at Penny.

"I think its your turn now, don't you?" she said as she pushed Penny backwards to the other side of the tub. Her hands were still on Penny's thighs, and she now slid them in between Penny's legs and spread them apart as far as she could. She massaged Penny's clit with the ball of her hand and kissed down her chest. As she reached the level of the water, she took a deep breath and plunged under. Jilly pushed her head towards Penny's crotch, and grabbing her buttocks, Jilly buried her face in the folds at the entrance to Penny's vagina. Knowing she couldn't hold her breath for too long, she flicked her tongue across Penny's clit, the moved closer, sucking on it, then gently biting her. She felt the muscles in Penny's abdomen convulse as her actions sent almost unbearable waves of pleasure through Penny's body. Jilly pushed herself to the surface for a deep breath of air, then went down again, to lick down Penny's crotch; over her clit, down the skin below, and the around the entrance to her pussy. Then she plunged her tongue as deep inside Penny as she could, licking down the walls in long, sure strokes, drinking the wetness that was flowing freely now inside Penny. She sped up her movements so that her tongue was thrashing powerfully in and out of penny, and moving her head too so that the tip of her nose ticked Penny's clit. On her tongue she knew Penny was close by the increase in wetness, and the great heat inside her. She was just realising that she needed air, and soon, when suddenly there was a great wash of wetness and all the muscles in Penny's pussy clenched tightly and rhythmically. Jilly surfaced in time to hear the screams that Penny was giving. 

As Penny recovered from her wild orgasm, the two girls laid their heads on one another's shoulders and sighed contentedly. They were just getting out, still dazed from their powerful orgasms, when they noticed that their next door neighbour, Rob, was standing looking over the garden fence in awe.

"I... um... thought I heard screaming... so... I, er... came to see if everything was ok... um..." his voice trailed off. Penny took half a step forward and said seductively "what time is your wife working 'til?"



Penny and Megan Pt. 01



Preface

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I wrote a story titled "Ginny meets Santa" for the Literotica 2014 Winter Holiday Story Contest. I used characters and settings from my "Ginny and Katy" story series, with some changes, mostly to let the story stand alone and work as a magical Christmas story.

After sleeping on it, I decided I didn't much like it, asked to have it deleted, and started another story using different characters and different premises.

Laurel and "my public," however, convinced me not to delete that story. So it was entered in the contest. Didn't win or even rank, but c'est la vie. Some people liked it and, from what I hear, that's better than some writers manage.

But, I'd started another story. In Ginny and Katy I strive for a more-or-less believable story with the only real notable exception that in that story, where they live, it's never too cold to go outdoors in the nude and it's somehow comfortable indoors for both nude and clothed people at the same time. In the context of erotica, I find that most people are willing to suspend disbelief in these two areas.

So I had these characters, and a setting, and some different ideas. I decided to go back a few months and see how they got to where they were on Christmas even. The following is part one of that new story. I wanted to explore some different elements.

1. Fairly realistic weather.

2. A kitten girl submissive.

3. An intelligent, but totally BDSM inexperienced, dominant.

4. Just a little magic.

And, this time, first person (mostly) from the dom rather than the sub.

Let's get started.

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Friday, June 13, 2014, Buying a kitten

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I know people who sleep deeply and you have the drag them out of bed to get them going in the morning. And even once they're up, they're really not all there for some time. I'm not one of them. I wake up all at once and at the slightest provocation. For example, my boyfriends have never been able to get out of bed without waking me.

In addition to that, I hate to wake up in the dark. I don't need a lot of light, but some. So, despite being on the far side of thirty, I still have a night light. I've got quite a collection. My mother gives them to me on my birthdays. The most recent one is of Tinkerbell and instead of a little bulb it's got some kind of LED light in it. It makes Tink light up in vibrant colors. And also lights the room just a bit brighter than I'm used to.

I'll also mention, since it's very relevant to the story to come, that I'm in no way sexually adventurous. The kinkiest thing I've ever done was give a boy a blow job while we were driving to a party. I'm not opposed to others doing whatever they want. But none of it ever interested me except professionally. I'm a lawyer and sometimes defend people with odd tastes. I own exactly two sets of lingerie, both given to me by boyfriends. I wore each of them, for those guys, and never again.

My knowledge of BDSM was entirely limited to what I'd seen on TV or movies or, again, run into professionally. Including the most recent case which caused me to meet Penny. More on all of that as the story unfolds.

And one final bit to get us all together. I'm one of those people who have Powers. Most important are Attention and Influence. As you might guess, Attention let's us assess the general attitudes of a person. Not their exact thoughts, unless we concentrate very hard. We can tell pretty easily if someone is lying. Of course, if they think they're telling the truth, it doesn't help much. And Influence let's us push people into a line of thought we'd prefer they have. Using either of these indiscriminately, and especially using Influence in any but the most exceptional circumstances, is considered an offense against good etiquette.

So, with that background, I found myself suddenly awake. The bed had moved. I opened my eyes to see Penny's hands on the bed with her eyes just peeking over the edge looking at me. She had put her cat ears back on. These were fuzzy, black, with pink satin on the insides. They were attached to a head band and the color was a fair match for her short black shaggy hair. They'd have been a better match, but the black and pink were a little faded with age and they were a bit worn. Just beginning to look shabby.

I flicked my eyes quickly to the clock on the night stand. Four thirty. I'd only been asleep for two hours, after putting her to bed, without her ears, collar or tail, a half hour before that. I couldn't see her neck or behind, but I assumed she'd also restored the collar and put the tail plug back in her ass.

She put a lot of expression into her eyes. She seemed afraid and tired and confused and hopeful all at once. I'd been looking at her for a few seconds, lost in my own thoughts, when I saw her eyes dodge away, left then right, then she started sinking slowly out of sight.

I said, "Penny?"

She rose back up just as slowly and stopped a little higher. I could see her nose too.

She said, "Mistress?"

I signed, inwardly. I'd taken advice on this and was cautioned to not to appear frustrated or angry with her. But at the same time I had to be firm about what I expected from her. It was my plan to help her become self sufficient. I could not do that if she was afraid of me. And, in her current state, not being a firm authority would make her afraid. She needed to trust me.

I said, "Penny, please don't call me that."

She looked puzzled.

I said, "'Megan.' Please call me "Megan'."

She continued to look at me. I decided to skip it for the moment.

I asked, "What's the matter, Penny?"

She said, "Um, Megan, I'm lonely."

And I was amazed, again, that she sounded exactly how you'd imagine a talking kitten would.

She paused for several seconds, then just as I was about to speak, she asked, "May I sleep in here?"

I took notice that she had not asked to sleep with me, just to sleep "in here."

I asked, "Where, exactly?"

She answered, not at all sure of herself, "Your bed?"

I said, "Yes, you may," and started to pull back the sheets and comforter to let her get in with me. But before I could, she jumped up on the bed and curled up at my feet, on top of the comforter. In the dim light I was reminded that she was really quite adorable. Just about five feet tall, when she stood up, just on the edge of being overweight, breasts just a touch too big. Very curvy. Much darker complexion than mine, big green eyes, black hair in a short shag style and a neatly trimmed bush.

And I found myself thinking, just for a moment, that perhaps I should just keep her. But no. On those occasions when I tell people I'm straight. I do not say "strictly straight." I've slept with a few women, and would again under the right circumstances. But sleeping, having sex, with someone I was trying to get to stand up on her own two feet, both figuratively and literally, didn't fit into any of those "right circumstances."

Still, if you wanted a woman to pretend to be a cat or kitten, she was perfect. She had indeed put her collar on and her tail in. I waited a few seconds looking at her. Presently, she noticed that I had not covered myself. Her eyes popped open and she looked at me. Just waiting. I gestured with my free hand and the open space beside me.

She said, "You told me you didn't want sex."

I replied, "I don't. But you can sleep here much more comfortably. And it's less lonely than sleeping there."

Again, that doubtful, confused expression. Well, I knew she'd obey if I ordered her. But I decided to try something else.

I said, "Penny, if you sleep there I'll keep poking you with my feet. It will be uncomfortable for both of us. Just come up here and curl up. I won't cover your head."

She thought about it for a second then got up, cat walked over beside me and curled up with her back to me.

"Is this OK Mist... Megan?"

I covered us both up. "Yes, that's just right. I'll see you in the morning."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, Penny. Go to sleep."

She did, rather faster than I did.

I'd accomplished my two primary objectives. When I'd encountered Deena, handling a legal case for her, and Penny, her slave, I'd turned my Attention on Deena. And was not happy with what I found. Deena did not appreciate Penny and treated her as a slave most of the time. If that had been what Penny wanted, I wouldn't have interfered.

But I'd applied my Attention to Penny too, and it was clear she didn't want to be a slave. She wanted to be a kitten. On top of that, Deena had pretty much lost interested in Penny and wanted to get rid of her. She's decided to sell her to the highest bidder, who at that time was Sonia. Deena and I were in the kitchen, Penny and Sonia in the living room. But I could see them both, so I turned my Attention on Sonia too. I quickly determined that Sonia had sadistic plans for Penny.

So, my first objective was to get Penny away from Deena. Second objective was to keep her away from Sonia. Being a lawyer I'd, of course, first considered legal maneuverings. But I didn't understand The Scene at all.

One of the reasons I'm a good lawyer is that I hire advisers who know whatever area I'm working on. Then I listen to them. The advisers I'd hired assured me that all three of them, and most importantly Penny, would say things were entirely consensual and the money Sonia was going to pay to buy her was just part of the game.

In the end, I'd taken their advice and simply outbid Sonia. I bought Penny from Deena. I'm borderline rich, so the $10,000 didn't bother me. That it was the only way to get her away from them did bother me. But, in the end, I decided it was worth it to settle my conscious about her future.

I figured I'd get her home, buy her some clothes, and help her get started in a normal life. Fat lot I knew about it. For all real purposes, I found I'd just bought a five foot tall twenty-something talking kitten. And now I didn't really know what to do with her. I realized I was going to have to put a lot more research into this. And was also starting to understand that BDSM was far more complicated than I'd ever imagined.

Finally, just before I dropped off to sleep, I found myself grinning at the situation. I'd never much liked cats.

Saturday, June 14, 2014, Caring for my kitten

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In most of these stories people sleep in the nude, or in spectacular lingerie, or something like that. Sorry, but unless I'm entertaining, I sleep in whatever panties I had on during the day and a very old, worn out Aerosmith t-shirt. I normally never thought about it, but this night, with a naked girl in my bed, I was pleased I wasn't nude.

As the night progressed I'd ended up on my back. Penny had also moved several times. I'd woken each time, of course, but had quickly gone back to sleep. At one point when I'd woken she was very quietly crying, though it seems she wasn't really awake. I'd put my arm around her and she'd cuddled into me.

When the sun came in the window she was cuddled up on my left side, one leg over my stomach, one hand just below my breasts, and her cheek against my shoulder. My left arm was around her, my hand resting in the curve of her waist.

I turned my head to look at her. She was looking at me.

"Penny, how long have you been awake?"

"I don't know, Mistress. Um. Megan. I watched the sun rise. I watched you sleep. May I get up and go pee?"

I couldn't help myself. I chuckled that she'd asked.

"Of course. You didn't need to ask. Or you could have woken me up."

She said, "Deena said I'd get punished if I work her up for anything that wasn't very important."

"I'm not Deena, Penny. This is a whole new relationship."

"Yes, Mist... Megan. May I go?"

"Yes. But please remember, you don't have to ask."

She jumped out of bed, went down on all fours and ran from the room on her hands and toes, her tail waving behind her. I waited. It was about fifteen minutes before she came back and peeked around the corner of the door.

"M... Megan?"

"Yes, Penny."

"Where is my litter box?"

I got up on one elbow to look at her, but my thoughts had stopped. She looked serious. I decided to play it straight.

"I'm sorry, Penny. There isn't one. Use the bath room here."

I pointed to the bath off my master bedroom suite.

"There's one in the room I gave you too."

She practically purred, "Thank you," and disappeared again.

I sat up on the bed and waited for her to come back. And thought to myself, "litter box," how far did they play this? And how far am I going to have to go to make her comfortable while I straighten her out. If that was even possible. I was starting to have some doubts.

I most definitely needed to do some more research into this.

I'd been sitting a while when realized she hadn't come back. I got up and went to look for her. She wasn't in her room or it's wash room. Or anywhere else on the second floor. I went down to the first floor and found her sitting on the carpet in front of the television watching a nature documentary on big cats.

I said, "Penny, I was worried about you when you didn't come back."

She looked positively stricken. "But... Mistress... Megan... Oh, this is what I did every morning after Deena let me out of my cage."

I said, "Cage?" Not really a question, just an involuntary response to my surprise.

She opened her mouth to speak, but I stopped her.

"No, that's alright. We'll talk about that later. Don't be upset. What you did was fine, I just wasn't expecting it. What would you like for breakfast?"

"I don't know."

I'd already learned that when she said that, with that tone of voice, it meant more than just she didn't know. It meant that she hadn't done whatever it was in so long that she had no idea.

I said, "Well, come in the kitchen and we'll see what we can work out."

I went in and started coffee. I heard the television go off and in a moment she pushed the swinging door open with her head and came in on all fours. We looked at each other for a moment. I decided it was time to at least try.

"Penny, please go to your room, take out your tail, put on some panties and a t-shirt and come back, walking upright. You can keep your ears and collar on, if you like."

She was clearly uncomfortable with the idea. But even more so wanted to please me. It was both pathetic and touching.

I smiled at her and said, "Please?"

She ran off, on all fours. About ten minutes later the door pushed open and she came in wearing the t-shirt and panties I'd given her yesterday. Since Deena made it clear that clothes were not included in the sale, I'd put her in the sweats and sneakers I kept in the trunk of my car so I could get her home. Then given her an old t-shirt and panties to sleep in. Both were really too tight for her.

She was barefoot with ears and collar still on. I noticed the tag on the collar. Not for the first time, but this time I motioned for her to approach me. Two tags, actually. One said "Penny." The other "Property of Mistress Deena."

I said, "Stand still," then reached into the tools draw in my counter and got a pair of pliers. I removed the "Property of..." tag, showed it to her, and tossed it in the trash.

"Penny, you're nobody's property."

She looked stricken, for the second time in twenty minutes.

"But... but... you bought me. I belong to you. Deena said so!"

"Penny, it will never matter again what Deena said. Or says. You listen to me, but only if you want to. I'll take care of you until you can take care of yourself."

She seemed confused, but hung on part of what I said.

"You'll take care of me?"

"Of course, Penny." I hesitated a moment, then decided she needed to hear this. "I'll learn something about owning a human kitten, and you'll learn something about being a human woman. OK?"

In that kitten voice again, she said, "OK... Megan."

Well, it was a bit of progress. I guess.

The remainder of the morning was spent with the two of us in panties and t-shirts. I found her breasts in that t-shirt a bit distracting. We had breakfast, talked about her family, how she got into submission then progressed to pet play and eventually to kitten play. I was surprised to find that she had a great relationship with her parent's and siblings. Nothing had "driven" her into BDSM or kitten play. It really was as simple as she just liked it. Well, initially anyway.

Over time, and with the people she ended up with as owners and mistresses, things had changed for her. The two years with Deena, I gathered, had overall been bad for her independence. I began to hope that all I really needed to do was restore that independence, though I still found myself thinking that I needed to "cure" her of this kitten thing.

She seemed to get comfortable sitting at the kitchen table talking with me. She left the room once to use the rest room, walking out and back in standing upright.

Honestly, I became over confident. When I went to get dressed around noon, we had a bit of a crisis. She assumed, then insisted, that if I was going to dress "normally," then she should be allowed to as well. She wanted to take off the panties and t-shirt, put her tail back in, and get down on all fours again. She considered that normal.

She was almost standing up to me about it, which I found encouraging. But I knew, and so did she, that despite what I'd said earlier, she'd obey me if I asserted myself. But I wasn't ready to do that. She'd behaved nicely for me this morning and I'd learned a lot that I needed to know to work with her. So I gave in.

"OK, Penny. But we're going out tomorrow to buy you some more clothes. You'll have to wear something of mine to go out. And no ears, no collar, no tail. Alright?"

"Yes M... M..." she stopped and grinned at me. "Megan." She moved in too fast for me to dodge, kissed me very quickly on the lips, then ran, on two feet, upstairs. I walked up to my room shaking my head and doubting myself.

When I got into my room she was sitting, nude, with her tail in, posed just like a kitten, on my bed. Her breasts squeezed between her upper arms were distracting. Even more her rather large and erect nipples kept catching my eye.

She watched me with those big green eyes as I moved around the room gathering clothes, which I left on the bed. Then went into my attached bath to take a shower. Which caused me to think. I came back out, with a towel wrapped around me. She'd lain down on the bed and seemed to be sniffing my clothes.

"Penny, please go take a shower. You can dress as you are now once you're dry. Alright?"

With no hesitation at all she said, "Yes, Megan" leaped off the bed and ran, on all fours, out of the room.

I showered and shaved. After I'd done my legs and under arms I stood there with the razor in my hand looking at myself in the mirror. I'd only once done anything about my pubic hair. One boyfriend had convinced me to shave it all off. I had, and it had been nice, but it was too much work to keep it shaved. That had been years ago. I was totally natural down there. But I'd seen Penny. She had a carefully trimmed patch down below.

I considered it for a moment, then dismissed the idea. I dried myself thoroughly, and went back into my room. Penny was on the bed, laying down like a cat, waiting for me. As I approached the bed, and my clothes there, I could smell the shampoo and body wash she'd used. Her hair was neatly brushed, though not quite dry. She actually looked quite tempting.

And that thought caused me to hesitate. I'd intended to just drop the towel and get dressed. I'd seen her nude. Quite a lot. It didn't seem right, somehow, to make her leave the room while I dressed. I was afraid that would be more or less saying that I was superior to her. Still, I found myself reluctant to show her my body.

She had so much of what I had none of. I'm almost six feet tall, quite thin, barely have a waist and my breasts are small enough that I can manage well enough most of the time without a bra. I do, usually, wear one but it's far more from conditioning and feeling properly dress than from necessity. And there was my very unkempt bush.




Penny and Megan Pt. 01



I was embarrassed. And surprised that I was embarrassed. I took a breath, got hold of myself, and tossed the towel in the direction of the bathroom. I picked up my panties and stepped into them. As I stood, pulling them up, Penny got a good look at my crotch.

She said, "Ooooo!"

I froze, slightly bent over with my panties about six inches below my crotch, and looked at her. But she wasn't looking at my face. She got up, with those cat-like moves, and practically flowed across the bed towards me, her mouth open in a big "O." When she got to the edge, she reached out with one hand. Slowly.

Just before she touched me I said, "Penny." I noticed there was a slight quiver in my voice. She didn't stop. Didn't seem to hear me.

I said, a bit louder, "Penny. Stop." She jumped, startled, and stopped, but with her hand still out just inches from me. She looked up at my face and shut her mouth.

She asked, "No?"

I replied, "No," and pulled my panties the rest of the way up.

She backed up a little from the edge of the bed, laid down and put her forehead on the comforter.

I heard her muffled voice, "I don't understand what I'm doing here."

I almost patted her on the head. Instead I picked up my bra and put it on.

I said, "You will understand. Please try to trust me."

She shifted on the bed, but I was pulling up my jeans and didn't immediately notice what she'd done. As I pulled my t-shirt over my head I could see that she had her chest flat on the bed, both of her arms under her, and her behind slightly raised. I realized she was masturbating. She was looking at me and masturbating.

I said, "Uh..."

She rolled over on her back, her sex away from me, her head almost hanging over the edge very close to my crotch.

She said, "Pet me!" A pause. "Please?"

"No, Penny."

"You want me to stop?"

"If you want to... to... um... go ahead. It's all right."

"Will you watch me?"

"Until I finish dressing, I guess."

"Megan, please, if you don't want me, why am I here?"

I decided that I'd have to try the truth. Not that I'd intended to lie to her, but I hadn't expected to explain this soon.

I said, "Deena was mean to you, and Sonia was going to hurt you."

She stopped rubbing herself. Didn't remove her hands, just stopped, laying there on her back staring at me, her eyes gone wide. He mouth opened in a big "O" again while she searched my face.

I thought, later, that it was strange that she didn't doubt me. She just accepted what I'd said as fact. I had not used my Attention on her since that day at Deena's, and had never used my Influence. She just believed me.

She asked, "You bought me to save me?"

I answered, "Yes."

I let that sink in for a moment, then tried to continue, "I was afraid of what would happen to you, so..."

She cut me off, her voice full of awe, "I'm never leaving you. Ever."

I signed, inwardly. That was hardly what I'd hoped for. But, being honest with myself, I probably should have expected it. She started moving her fingers in herself, then apparently changed her mind. She rolled over onto all fours, still looking me full in the face.

On impulse I leaned over, quickly gave her a quick kiss on top of her head, and stood back up. And wondered why I'd done that.

I said, "I think you will, someday. When you're ready, you'll leave. But I won't push you out."

I stepped into my shoes and turned away from the bed.

She asked, "I can play with myself?"

I hesitated. If I said "yes," am I reinforcing that I'm the authority on what she does with her body? I'd have liked to say "no." She was on my bed, after all, but I thought that would be even worse than saying, "yes." So I settled on something else.

I didn't turn around, but said, "You can do whatever you like, Penny."

I'd wash the sheets later. I continued to the hall, saying over my shoulder, "Come down when you're ready. I'm going to make lunch."

I stopped a few steps down the hall and listened. She was definitely having a good time. My hand crept into the waist band of my jeans and I rubbed myself for a few seconds. I listened as she got herself more and more aroused. I turned and leaned against the wall, winding up with her. Getting more and more turned on.

I was breathing hard, just about there, as I could hear she was, when she yelled out, "Oh, Megan! Yes!" I came right then, biting my hand to keep from screaming out. But she didn't have any reason to be quiet. She screamed, and growled, and said my name over and over. Suddenly she was silent. I glanced towards my room, expecting to see her watching me from the door. But no, she was probably laying on the bed recovering. I pulled myself together and staggered down the hall, supporting myself on the wall.

I went to the down stairs bathroom to clean up. I found that my panties were soaked. I kicked off my shoes and jeans, removed them, then put them under the towels in the basket for the laundry. The crotch of my jeans were just a little damp, but it wasn't noticeable. Unless... I sniffed them. Thank goodness Penny wasn't being a puppy. She'd have had her nose in my crotch and known what I'd been doing.

Dressing again without panties felt very odd. I hadn't done that in as long as I could remember. Right! On to the kitchen to start lunch.

As I started gathering things to make sandwiches, I thought about what had just happened. I suppose it was good that she'd switched her orientation away from Deena. But I wondered if there would be trouble with her being so oriented towards me? And would it be her trouble? Or mine? Or ours?

And I'd really liked her calling my name while in a state of ultimate passion. Damn, I was getting aroused again.



Penny and Megan Pt. 02



Saturday, June 14, 2014, Things get bad.

Continuing from the end of Part 01...

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I was initially pleased that Penny hadn't come directly down after me. I had to clean up after my experience outside my bedroom. But now I was wondering where she was. I was about to go look when I heard the two-way door behind me open. I turned to see her come in on all fours. She turned to watch the door until it stopped moving, then took a few steps towards me and sat on the floor watching me.

I said, "I was going to just make sandwiches, is that OK?"

She replied, "I'll eat whatever you make for me."

I resisted a deep sigh and said, "How about tuna salad? Kittens like tuna, don't they?"

"Yes, we do. May I have mine without the bread?"

I'd turned back to the counter. I was feeling uncomfortable with the nude girl watching me. No, it was more than that. She was a cute nude girl. And she kept making me think I had a talking cat.

I asked, "Um, do you want it right out of the can?"

"If that's how you want to give it to me."

She paused for a few seconds. I touched her with my Attention. She was struggling to say more. To ask for what she wanted. I felt her resolve the conflict and removed my Sense from her, chiding myself for using it so quickly.

She said, in a shy tone, "But I like do like tuna salad."

My God, that voice. I glanced back at her. She was looking at me like she had no other interests in the entire universe. Not so much staring at me as studying me. She was taking in every move I made. And God those eyes. I felt myself getting wet, and I wasn't wearing any panties this time.

I fumbled with the mixing bowl and dropped the fork on the floor. As I bent over to pick it up her eyes moved from my back side to my chest to my face, specifically my eyes, over and over. I picked up the fork and dropped it again.

She trotted over, picked it up in her mouth, and offered it to me. I stood up, holding onto the counter like I was going to melt away if I didn't. I took the fork and, with an effort of will, pulled my eyes away from hers. I dropped the fork in the sink, got another one, and concentrated on the task at hand. But now she was in my peripheral vision. I could see her as a dark and light shape to the right of me.

I glanced down. There was looking at me like that again.

I said, "Do..." and had to stop to lick my lips and clear my throat.

I tried again, "Do you want this on a plate? Or in a bowl? Or..."

She answered, "A small plate would be fine. A wide shallow bowl would work too."

I got two small plates down from the cabinet and gave her half on one plate made myself sandwich with the rest on the other. I carried them both to the kitchen table, put each in front of a place setting, then sat down.

I got up again, having forgotten to get something to drink. As I stood I looked at her. She was standing on hands and knees now. She looked from her plate to me and back again. She seems so sad. Almost about to cry. I was thinking "What is wrong now?" when it hit me.

I said, I'm sorry, Penny. This is all so new to me."

Then put her plate on the floor. She look at me with joy in her eyes, which made me feel rather good. I continued to the refrigerator, got a milk carton out and poured myself a glass.

Without looking at her, I asked, "What would you like to drink, ba..., uh, Penny?"

I'd almost said, "baby." And the thought entered my mind that someone had recently told me that the submissive has all the real power. Then I remembered a cartoon I'd seen about cats training their owners. Was Penny training me to be her mistress? And I wondered if, maybe, that wouldn't be alright.

She said, "Milk, thank you. But..."

I cut her off, "... in a wide shallow bowl?"

She actually purred, then said, "Yes, thank you, Megan."

I still hadn't looked at her as I found a shallow soup bowl. I turned with my glass of milk in one hand and the carton and the bowl in the other. I put mine on the table then held up the bowl.

"Will this do?"

"Yes, that would be so nice."

She was down on her knees, of course, but with her chest lowered to the floor so she could reach the plate with her mouth. Her ass was high in the air. Her full, curvy, shapely... I tore my eyes away yet again and found them settling on her eyes. I put the bowl on the floor by her plate and put about the same amount in it as I had in my glass.

She watched me intently the whole time. I wondered if she'd seen me looking at her behind. I almost patted her on the head when I stood up. As I sat back at the table and started in on my meal, I watched her eat. Her plate was close enough to the table that I could not see her head, but I had an excellent view of her body.

The bowl was in my sight, so when she drank, lapping it up like a cat, I could see her head and those ears, but mostly not her face. I finished well before she did, but sat there watching her. Then it occurred to me that she must know I'd finished and was probably wondering what I was doing.

I got up and took my plate and glass to the sink. Again, resisting patting her as I went by. But I did notice she was almost done. I watched from behind her as she finished both then sat up, facing away from me. I thought she was about to wipe her face with her hand, and was going to offer her a napkin. Then stopped to watch.

She did wipe her face with her hand, but her hand in a fist and using the side of her first finger to remove some bits of tuna salad and drops of milk, then lick her hand clean, and repeat. It was remarkably cat like. She finished, stood up, and turned around to look at me. I got a paper towel from the counter.

"Penny, come here please."

She came directly over and sat down in front of me. I crouched down and wiped off her face. She'd done a good job. Mostly she was just a bit moist from her own saliva. I finished and stood up.

"Thank you, Megan."

I was facing the counter. She was to my right and slightly behind me.

"You're welcome, Penny."

"You've been watching me."

I hesitated. "Yes, I have. I don't understand you. It's all very... well..."

"Weird? Perverted? Disgusting?"

I turned to face her, "No! No. I've never met anyone like you before. I just don't understand. You're very... interesting. Are all people like you... well... like you?"

"That's very hard to answer. We're individuals, just like anyone else."

I said, "Of course. I apologize for generalizing."

We regarded each other for several seconds. Then a thought popped into the front of my mind.

"Penny, why do you talk?"

"You don't want me to talk? I won't, if that's the way you want me."

"No, de..." I'd almost said "dear."

"No, that's not it. It's that I read up a bit on human pets and I got the impression they don't talk. The just make animal sounds."

She said, "Some do that. Deena thought it was too much trouble to work out what kitten sounds to use to communicate. It was like, I'd translate something into kitten-ease, then she'd have to translate it back into English. And does the "yes" sound also mean other affirmative words? So I just talk."

I said, "I see. So, it's a personal choice? Or a decision you and your, uh..."

"Some use "mistress" or "master." I prefer "owner" but I'm happy to call you "Megan" if that makes you happy."

"Yes, thank you. So, whether you talk or not is a decision you make with your owner?"

"Usually, yes. But sometimes it's complicated. I'll stop if that's what you want."

I said, "No, I was just curious. As I said, I don't really understand any of this."

"If I teach you, will you keep me?"

I said, "Ah! This conversation isn't going where I expected it to go."

She sounded concerned, "Was that a bad question?"

"No, it's a fine question. But it's not at all what I had in mind when I brought you here."

"When you bought me. Rescued me. In the fairy tales doesn't the hero always get the girl?"

"You're a kitten."

She smiled, "Yes, but I'm also a girl. And I've seen you looking at me. You want me."

"No, no I..."

She was looking at me with a bit of sadness in her eyes.

"Alright, yes. I do. But I can't have you, that isn't what this is all about."

"It could be."

"No."

"Are you sure, Megan?"

I thought about that for almost a minute, look at her. She looked steadily back at me. The temptation to use my Attention got stronger every second, but I resisted. There was strength in her, but she used it in ways I didn't understand at all. Well, the truth is usually best.

"No, Penny. I'm not sure. But I'm going to continue with my plans for now. I want to make you stand on your own two feet, literally and figuratively."

"What if that's not what I want?"

"Good point, but we'll try it my way first."

"Did you just tell me what to do?"

She was defiantly brighter than she let on.

"Maybe. Look, I want you to understand that, above all else, I will not make you do anything."

"You make me horny."

I laughed outright at that.

"Let's go watch some movies, ba... Penny, and deal with more difficult subjects tomorrow."

"You can call me "baby" if you want. I'd love it."

I sighed. "I know. And I probably would too. But I'm not ready to give up yet."

"I'm not either. You'll give in eventually. You like me too much. Why not do it now and start enjoying me?"

I gave her my best stern look. The one I used with difficult witnesses. I had the impression it wasn't really working on her. And also was thinking that maybe she was right.

She held my gaze for perhaps ten seconds, then said, "OK, what movie?"

We moved into the living room and picked out a few movies. I put the first one in, then took a moment to go to my bedroom, clean my self up between my legs, and put on some panties. And got another pair of jeans, as I had gotten the crotch of these damp.

We then spent some time on the couch, her laying on one end, me sitting on the other. Occasionally talking about random topics, but no more about what I wanted for her, or what she wanted for me. I noticed that every time she changed position, she ended up a little closer to me.

I probably should have stopped her right off, but I let it go. After an hour her head pressed up against my leg. On the next move it was in my lap. I put my arm up on the back of the couch to keep from touching her.

She said, in a near whisper, "Pet me. Please."

And I did. I stroked her several times, from between her kitty ears down to the nape of her neck.

She purred.

I jumped up from the couch like it was on fire. I was breathing hard, but not from arousal. It was fear. Fear that I wasn't in control. Fear that my emotions were taking me places my mind didn't want to go. And on top of it all, just nameless fear that things were not right.

She jumped up too. She actually stood up on her two feet.

She said, "I'm sorry. I know you're not ready. I shouldn't have. But you... I... I wanted... I want... I... Oh, please don't."

That last was because I was backing away from her. In my fear my Attention went on hard. She was really upset. Lust and adoration and non-sexual desire. And other emotions I was too upset to sort out. She was afraid too. Afraid she'd ruined her chances with me. Afraid I'd send her away. Afraid of what would become of her without me. In my state of mind her fear added to mine. We have to use Attention carefully. We can get overwhelmed by others emotions. And I wasn't being at all careful.

I could feel she was going to step towards me. It was wrong, but I used my Influence and made her stop. She seemed surprised, but I could tell that she attributed her inability to move to her own emotions. But I knew better, and was ashamed. It was all too much to take.

I shut myself in. I could hear the silence ringing around in my head as I totally closed down my Attention, something we rarely did. I released my Influence at the same time, then ran off crying to my room.

In the back of my mind I heard one of my mentors from law school saying, at the party after I passed the Bar, "Counselor, always remember that no matter how well you try a case, sometimes you loose anyway. And, occasionally, that's a good thing."

I knew that was true. But I still hated to lose. Especially when I was so sure I was right. This girl needed to cut out this crap and be a person. I'd saved her, damn it, she owed me.

I slammed the door, put my back to it and slid down till I landed on my ass, sobbing. And damn it, I was wet again. She was cute, but really, this was ridiculous. I was almost twice her age, I should have some control. I admitted to myself that I wanted her. Then denied it. That I wanted to keep her. And I meant "keep her," not just let her stay with me. I wanted to own her. Then denied all that too. Both were just so wrong. You can't own another person, even if they want you to. It's wrong. It's wrong. Damn it to hell it's wrong!

And a tiny voice, way off, Penny's voice, said, "Are you sure?"

I snapped my head up, banging it on the door.

"Ow! Fuck!"

I didn't swear often, but I wasn't really being myself. And it had hurt. But, no, it wasn't really her. Just my mind. But I answered anyway.

"Yes! I'm sure! Shut the fuck up, of course I'm sure! It can't be any other way!"

That calmed me down a bit. No, I thought, she didn't owe me a thing. I bought her because I didn't want to see her waste her life. I bought her because I didn't want to see her get hurt. I bought her because she seemed such an innocent thing about life and I wanted her to stand up tall and proud.

My mother often said, "You can't save the world, But sometimes you can save one person."

Penny was that person. I couldn't walk away and leave her to Sonia.

And oh God she was cute.

I felt the door move.

"Megan, let me in! Please let me in."

"No, Penny. Go to your room."

"No, I won't. Let me in!"

"Penny, leave me alone."

I started to cry again. I felt her bang into the door, then a thump as her ass hit the floor as she slid down it just like I had.

I said, "Go to bed, Penny."

I could hear her crying on the other side of the door.

"No, you said I didn't have to do what you told me. I'm staying right here until you come out or you let me in."

I was tempted to make her go away. Go to bed, that is. Under other circumstances I might have Influenced her lightly, but not now. I still felt ashamed for what I'd done to her in the living room. I gave up and let her stay there. Both of us crying.

And she didn't move. We both, eventually, fell asleep with our backs to my bedroom door.



Penny and Megan Pt. 03



Sunday, June 15, 2014, Compromises

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I woke with a start. The room was dark. I hadn't turned on my night light. I could see the sky was just barely starting to turn pink. I'd woken several times when Penny had moved on the other side of the door. This was different. The door was no longer pressing up against my back. She'd moved away from it.

I looked for her with my Attention. She was in her room and in a decisive state of mind. I wondered if she felt as stiff as I did. I stood up and started stretching. One of the things about having these powers is that, for the most part, people rarely surprise you, even if you're asleep. I mean in the "Where did you come from?" sense. You can be surprised in the "What the hell are you doing?" sense just like anyone else.

So, I knew she standing on the other side of the door. I sat on the floor cross legged and waited. And thought. I'd treated her badly last night. She didn't know about my using Powers on her, of course. But I'd still treated her badly. I'd have to apologize. I wondered if she'd still cooperate with going out shopping today? She needed clothes, at least. She knocked on the door.

She said, "Megan, please let me in. We have to talk."

I considered my options. She was right, we needed to talk.

I said, "It's open, come in."

The door swung aside to reveal her standing, on two feet, wearing the t-shirt I'd put her to bed in last night. Her collar and ears were missing.

I said, "Oh!"

The t-shirt came down to mid-thigh on her, since I was so much taller. It looked like a t-shirt dress. She smiled, pulled up the hem to show me she was wearing panties, then turned quickly all the way around to show me she wasn't wearing her tail. She smoothed down the shirt again. There had been nothing provocative about her "flashing" me. She was simply showing me how she was dressed.

She said, "Megan, my mother..."

I cut her off, "Penny, wait a moment, please. I want to apologize for last night. You hadn't done anything to justify my getting so angry. I was really afraid of... I'm not sure what. The unknown maybe. Letting my feelings control me. Anyway, I apologize."

She said, "Thank you. I shouldn't have tried to sneak up on you like that. That's what I did when Deena wouldn't pay attention to me. Usually it worked. She'd pet me, and I'd purr and after a while we'd have sex. I know you're not interested in me..."

"Penny, I am interested in you, but I'm not going to..."

"Yes, Megan, I understand. I think."

I said, "Let's move on from that. I'll try to be more patient. What were you saying?"

She started over. "My mother used to say that compromise is when nobody is happy, but they're not as unhappy as they'd be without the compromise."

I actually smiled at that, and she smiled back.

I said, "I've heard something like that myself. Some of us think it's the very root of law."

She sat, also cross legged, a few feet in front of me. Showing her panties. She saw me look down and adjusted the t-shirt to cover herself.

She said, "Sorry about that. It wasn't intentional."

I nodded.

She said, "I have a compromise to propose to you."

I waited.

"Basically, I'll let you try to make me into a girl, half the time. And you let me be a kitten, the other half."

I said, "Penny, doesn't mean the second half of the time you'll be trying to make me into your mistress?"

She said, "Owner, yes, of course."

I said, "I don't want to be your owner."

She replied, "And I don't want to be a girl. See? Neither of us is happy!"

She continued, "I'll wear cloths, stand up on two feet, do chores around the house. I'll even get a job. You said you could help me with that. I'll let you teach me to be a girl. And I'll really try to cooperate. But you should probably keep in mind that I was a girl, and a woman, for twenty years before I decided to be a kitten. I know how to be a girl. Maybe you can teach me to be happy that way. But I doubt it."

I said, "What made you decide to... No, that's for later. If we agree."

She said, "Yes, but you have to think about this. I know what it means to be a girl. You don't really know what it means to own a kitty girl. You have to treat me like a kitten. If we were going to have sex it would be more complicated, but since we're not..."

I asked, "What do you mean then?"

She said, "When I'm a kitten, you'll treat me like one. You'll pet me, and let me lay on your lap, you let me sleep on your bed. Not in it, on it. And you'll have to learn to dominate me. I'll teach you."

"You said no sex? Isn't that a lot of it?"

"For some people it is, but it doesn't have to be. Sometimes it's frequent, but it's more about taking care of someone and being taken care of. When I'm a kitten, I'm totally dependent on my owner."

"As for sex, I'll wait and satisfy myself. I can also have sex as a girl, you know."

I considered, then asked, "What do you hope to accomplish by all this?"

"I want you to see that I'm a kitten because I like it. I like it way better than the life I was living. I'm pretty sure I'll like it better than whatever you have in mind for me."

She continued, "Or I did like being a kitten. I don't think I really realized how badly Deena treated me until you took me away from her. And I'm sure you'd never treat me like Deena did. I'll enjoy being your kitten. I think in a month or two you'll be ready claim me as your own."

I asked, "And if I don't?"

She looked at me for quite a few seconds. If it wasn't for my long practice at dealing with other lawyers, I'd have looked away.

She said, "I think you already want to. You just can't bring yourself to do it. Yet. You're afraid of the unknown."

I asked, again, "If I don't?"

"I can move out. Or we'll continue on the half-and-half basis. We'll work something out. But I bet I'm going to win."

No, she wasn't stupid.

I said, "Let's get breakfast. Can you cook?"

She stood up, pulled me to my feet, and turned to the door, smiling.

"Sort of. You could teach me."

We walked down the hall, with her leading the way. I was watching her ass, her hips, sway back and forth as she carefully put one foot directly in front of the other, like a runway model. There was something familiar about her that I couldn't put my finger on. My memory is generally excellent, but it wasn't coming into focus for me. Different hair style? Very different context?

I asked, "Are you doing that on purpose?"

She didn't even pretend she didn't know what I was talking about.

She just said, "Yes."

Then after a moment, "Is it working?"

I thought, "tricky." Do I pretend, when I obviously know exactly what she means? No, but I couldn't bring myself to say, "yes." I didn't say anything. But I didn't stop watching either.

We went down the stairs in silence, she hadn't looked back at me. She stopped suddenly with her hand on the kitchen door. I almost ran into her, stopping just inches behind her.

She asked, "Should I check?"

And only then turned to to face me. Being a foot taller I had to lean my head far forward to look her in the eye. And she had to lean far back to do the same to me. As she turned, her breasts slid across my chest, a bit below mine.

Those eyes bore into me.

I licked my lips and told myself to take a step back when what I really wanted to do was kiss her. I did neither, looking into her eyes, and also down the collar of her t-shirt. The shirt was too tight creating amazing cleavage.

I felt her finger, just one, touch my inner thigh and stay there, motionless, for several seconds. Then slide up under the hem of my t-shirt, moving slowly. I wasn't sure if it was to be sensuous or to give me a chance to move away. Maybe both? Whatever it was, it did turn me on and I didn't move.

She reached the leg opening of my panties and traced the edge up nearly to my hip, then down between my legs and part way up my ass. I still didn't move. I licked my lips again. I was taking short shallow breaths. She wasn't even smiling. She just looked at me.

The fingers moved across the fabric to stroke my cotton covered labia, rubbing very gently. I gasped and finally took that step back.

I heard my own voice, with lust in it, say, "Penny, no."

She brought that finger up and held it between our faces, and pushed the kitchen door open with her other hand. Light streamed out the door and her finger glistened. She put it in her mouth, pushed the door open and walked into the kitchen.

She looked back at me for just a second, letting me see her sucking on her finger.

She said, "Nice."

Then she said, so brightly that it seemed like another person, "So, what shall we make?"

What followed was an absolutely normal morning. Just an older woman teaching a younger one to cook. If there was anything odd it was that we were both wearing only panties and t-shirts. Mine just barely covering my ass, hers considerably longer since it was one of mine.

She did know a bit about cooking, but had apparently never prepared breakfast before. We did eggs, bacon, toast and coffee. She made little mistakes, but learned quickly. Eventually, we were giggling over burned toast and dropped eggs. I hadn't giggled in as long as I could remember. I wasn't sure I ever had.

She completely lived up to her side of the agreement. She learned what I taught her, or certainly tried. We talked about what sort of work she wanted, talked about the future as if the kitten issue didn't exist. One topic she would not discuss at all was what she'd done for a living before she dropped out.

We dressed her in one of my skirts and blouses and I dug up a pair of flip-flops for her that I used around the pool sometimes. She looked awful. And really adorable. It put me in mind of a little girl trying to dress up in her mothers clothes. I found that "mother" connection a bit disquieting. Well, we'd be getting her into proper clothes right away.

We started with underwear. Just ordinary serviceable things. Then clothes, casual mostly, since it seemed we'd agreed that I'd try to set her up in the mail room in the building where my offices were. But also some around-the-house things, a bikini for the pool or if we went to the beach, and a couple of dress up outfits. While she was trying on those she asked about lingerie to go with them.

I agreed, so our next stop was a chain store that seems to be in every other mall. Catalog things mostly, but some quite nice. Some of it rather kinky, but she didn't resist when I steered her away from those.

When I noticed the ensemble my last boyfriend had given me, and mentioned it, she decided to get that in her sizes. I had the feeling something significant had happened, but wasn't sure what. It went well with the more formal of the two dresses, so I didn't object.

We were in the changing room. She was putting her new regular underwear back on while I put the lingerie on it's hangers. She tried to get me to get some for myself, but I refused.

She said, "Well, someday."

I said, "Penny, why are you so sure you're going to win?"

She said, "Because you think I'm so cute. And you want me."

I said, "Even if that were true, I don't let things like that make decisions for me."

She said, "Maybe you should. You're not happy, Megan."

"I'm happy, Pen..." I broke off as I caught up with what she'd said.

"How did you know I think you're cute? I never said so."

"You were pretty upset last night. You talked in your sleep. And I had my ear up against the door all night listening to you breathe."

I stood there with my mouth open. I wondered if I'd said anything about Powers. But I couldn't, at that moment anyway, figure out how to ask without giving things away.

I said, "You listened to me sleep?"

She said, "Of course. I was lonely and you wouldn't let me in."

"What else did I say?"

"You think my ass and breasts are amazing. You keep thinking I'm a talking cat. You think you're too tall. You think your breasts are too small. You think your hips aren't wide enough."

I pulled myself together. "Uh, alright. That doesn't change anything."

"No, but it does tell me you want me. And you don't really understand what that means. You're afraid of the unknown. Afraid not to be in control. I want you to be in control. I'm going to teach you how. And when you know how, I think you'll take me."

I changed the subject, "Let's get you some shoes, then we can go home."

"All right, Megan."

She's said that "Megan" as if she were saying "Mistress."

And damn it, I was getting wet again.

We got her some track shoes, slippers, a pair of heels to go with the dresses, a purse and some of the usual things. I asked about her drivers license. It turned out it was one of the few things she still had, though it would expire in a few weeks. We'd have to take care of that too.

We packed things up, got back in my car, and headed home.

"Penny, you said half of the day as a girl, half as a kitten. When do you switch? Noon?"

"No, that's not fair to you. You're going to be working most of the day. I was thinking, I'll be a girl half of the time I'm alone then again half of the time I'm with you. And a kitten on the same basis. OK?"

"That sounds fair. So, you're going to be with me all day today. We got up before dawn, and I have to work tomorrow, so I'll probably go to bed early. You'll switch at noon today. Right?"

"That's what I was thinking. But it doesn't have to be exact, it just has to be fair. I'll switch after lunch today. I want to be feed as a kitten at least once a day, so we can do dinner. Uh, my bowls. Deena kept them. Can we get some more?"

I hesitated. I was driving, but I could see her looking at me in my peripheral vision. Well, I'd just spend hundreds of dollars for her to be a girl. I could spend some for the kitten. We went to a chain pet store. She said that most real cat things don't work, being too small, so we'd have to get dog things. A set of bowls, shallow ones, with a paw print pattern on them. But the place mat was for cats.

I asked if she wanted a new collar, but she declined.

"Megan, collaring me, buying one and putting it on me, is symbolic to some pet people. I'm one of them. It would mean you're taking possession of me. Do you want to do that?"

"Hmmm. I see. No I guess I don't."

She added, "...yet."

I rolled my eyes at her, but didn't object.

We were looking at a large dog bed and a blanket with paw print pattern on it.

I understood the blanket, she might get chilly sleeping on my bed, but asked about the bed.

"I might not spend every night on your bed. Do you really want me there when your boyfriend spends the night?"

"Oh, my boyfriend."

"Right. Would you shut a real kitten out of your room when your boyfriend came over?"

"Probably not. But..." And I stopped there.

"Yes. There's that 'but,' isn't there? What would he think of me curled up nude at the foot of your bed?"

I chuckled. "He'd love it. He ogles curvy women all the time."

She said, "Right. So let's not give you anything to feel jealous about. I'll stay out of sight when he's over. It's a big house, and you gave me a room with it's own bathroom."

She changed the subject, "The other reason for a kitty bed is to let the kitten part of me claim some floor space. Wherever we put it, that place is mine as a kitten."

We bought it.

We got home around one and had lunch. I was getting a bit nervous about her switching. And she was getting anxious. As I mentioned, we rarely turn our Attention all the way off. As a consequence, we're a bit more aware of others emotional state then most people are.

She was watching me fidget. "Do you want to have sex?"

I jumped, surprised. "What? What brought that up all of a sudden?"

"It would relax you."

"I told you that having you doesn't feel right to me. I want you to be self reliant."

"Fine, then I'll have you. You don't have to do a thing."

"Penny..."

"Yeah, I didn't think you'd buy that. But it's put the idea in your head, hasn't it?"

I hesitated, then answered honestly, "Yes."

"Are you wet?"

I should have lied. "None of your... alright, yes, I am."

"You have been all day, and that suggestion just made you more so. Right?"

"Yes. How did you know?"

"Megan, I've been very close to you several times today. And given what I've been doing for the last few years, I'm very familiar with what a wet pussy smells like."

I sat there staring at her.

"I can help you with that. I'll even stay a girl to do it. I'm very good."

I was sure she was. I looked at her a bit longer. The mental picture of her head between my thighs becoming clearer by the second. But...

"No, Penny. Thank you, but I'm going to do what I think is best."

"You're going to masturbate later, aren't you?"

My breath caught. She was certainly direct. I again considered lying, but, first, I hate to lie and, second, I was sure she'd know I was lying.

"Yes."

"Thinking about me?"

"Yes."

"Can I watch?"

"No."

"I'm going to be a kitten by then. Would you let a real kitten watch?"

Unfortunately, I knew the answer to this one. I'd had a kitten, and later a cat as it grew up, when I was young. And I had not shut it out of my bedroom to pleasure myself, unless it was being annoying.

So I said, "No. Except when it tried to get involved."

"'When...' Oh, you're speaking from experience. You agreed to treat me like a kitten. So?"

"I don't know if I can do it with you watching. You admitted you're also a girl when you're a kitten."

"Touche. All right, I don't want you frustrated. If you can't, I'll leave the room."

I almost shouted, feeling frustrated, "But that's almost as bad! You'll still know I'm doing it!"

She leaned in and whispered, "And you'll know that I'm masturbating thinking about you doing it."

She said up straight again, "Would that make you hot?"

"You couldn't. You don't have hands when you're a kitten."

"Tricky, Megan. But I've been doing this a long time. There are ways even without hands. You should watch. You'd learn something." Pause. "And you didn't answer the question."

"Yes, it's making me hot. And embarrassed. And I won't be able to help thinking about you when I'm... when we're... oh damn!"

"Do you want to watch me while you do it?"

"No. I mean, yes, but I'm not going to."

"You can always change your mind."

She looked at the clock. "Well, time to change. I'll be back in a few minutes."

She left, already unbuttoning her blouse. I wondered if life was going to be a series of conversations like this until one of us gave in? Or maybe neither of us ever would, and we'd go on like this forever? And, would it be so bad if she won?

I was standing at the sink, washing the dishes, when she came back into the kitchen. Nude, tail, ears and collar. She came directly up to me and rubbed her face up my leg and purred. I went stiff.

She sat back and said, "You're supposed to pet me when I do that. Or shoo me away. Depends on what you're doing. You said you had a kitten. What did you do when she did things like that?"

I took a deep breath and said, "You're right. I'm sorry. This isn't going to be easy for me. Besides, my hands are wet."

"Oh, right. Deena made me to all the housework so we never had that problem."

I thought it over, then said, "I have an idea. Please go out and come in again."

She exited, waited for the door to settle down, then came in and did it all over again. This time I reached down and touched her nose with my wet finger.

I said, "Not now, Penny. I have to finish these dishes."

She beamed with joy and walked around me, stropping my legs with her body and purring.

After a minute or so she stopped, moved a few feet away from me and sat looking around for a moment. Then stared at me, like any cat will do when it wants something. I looked at her and she looked from me to the floor several times.




Penny and Megan Pt. 03



I said, "What is it, Penny," and started giggling.

She looked upset. I quickly dried my hands off and knelt in front of her, petting her hair.

I said, "No, Penny. Not you. I sometimes make odd connections. When I said 'What is it, Penny?" I got this image of June Lockhart asking 'What is it, Lassie?'"

I giggled again, and she did too. Then, too quickly for me to dodge, she kissed me then sat down again.

I was surprised, took in a quick breath and sat up on my heels.

I said, "Um, ah," and looked away, embarrassed. Both at her kissing me, and that I'd liked it. When I looked back, she was watching me, in that intense way she had, and smiling happily.

I found my voice, "Um, Thank you." It just seemed like the right thing to say.

I continued, "Anyway, what have I forgotten?"

She said, "I need my bowls."

"Right."

I looked around for a spot that wouldn't be in the way, then set up the mat by the door to the greenhouse. I filled one with water and put it down then stood holding the other one.

"What do I put in this? Do you want real cat food? We didn't get any at the pet store."

She made a face, "Ewww. No. Even if it wasn't awful, it's not good for me. Some owners use breakfast cereal or Chex Mix. Deena used Goldfish crackers. Almost anything that will keep for a day in the open. Then put fresh in every night. It's just for snacking, for being a kitty and eating whenever I feel like it."

I said, "I see. But I don't really have anything like that. I usually cook breakfast, or skip it. And I'm not big on junk food."

She said, "I can do without, if..."

I noticed the fruit setting in the center of the table and interrupted her, "How about seedless grapes? At least until I can buy you something else?"

"That would be fine. Thank you, Megan."

I got a bunch from the refrigerator and stood at the counter pulling them off the vine and dropping them in her bowl. I glanced back at her and she was giving me that stare again. I locked eyes with her for a moment then turned back.

She said, "Have you decided what to do about masturbating?"

I felt a "thud" in my heart. I'd hoped she was going to let that go.

She said, "You still need to, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Are you going to let me watch?"

"No. I know I agreed that I wouldn't shoo a real kitten out, but as you admitted, you're also a woman. I've never..."

And I stopped. Remembering.

"...I've hardly ever let anyone watch me."

She asked, "Who was it?"

"A boyfriend. He took pictures. And..."

"Embarrassed you with them?"

"When I broke up with him. Yes. He put them on the bulletin board in his frat house."

"What happened after that?"

"Only a few people saw them. One of his fraternity brothers, who was far more of a gentleman that he'll ever be, took them down, stole the negatives, and gave them all to me. But a few was all it took. The story spread pretty quickly."

"Do you still have them?"

I looked at her. How did she know?

"Yes, I... I..."

I'd stopped pulling grapes and turned away from her, leaning on the counter. "Penny..."

I wasn't really crying, but was leaking tears.

She moved up and rubbed her face and body up my leg and purred. I didn't jump, in fact, it felt good. Reassuring. Sympathetic. I reached down and petted her.

"I'm sorry, Megan."

I whispered, "They said I had to do it myself because nobody would do it for me."

I stepped my Attention up just a bit. She was upset for me. I took a deep breath, held it for a moment, the let it out slowly. I stroked her from between her cat ears down to the back of her neck once more, then went back to filling her bowl.

I was done and said, "Look out, kitty. You don't want to get stepped on."

There wasn't really any chance of that, but I'd usually said that to my cat since she just didn't seem to know how to get out of the way. I put the bowl down with the other then stood to see her still sitting over by the counter.

She said, "I can get dressed if you want to talk."

"No, Penny. We made a deal. You did your part, I'm going to do mine. Now, you like curling up in laps? It seems you're a bit big for that, but I'm going to go watch the news. Would you like to show me how you do that?"

She looked at me for a few seconds, thinking.

"Yes, thank you. Let's."

I'd been right, sort of. When she "curled up in my lap," she had her arms, head, and shoulders in my lap and the rest of her body on the couch to my right. In something sort of like a fetal position. I petted her then, tentatively, extended the stroked down her back to her waist.

I found her curves fascinating. It was a bit like putting your hand out the window in a moving car and feeling the wind push it up and down. I followed along her side, into where her waist got smaller then up her hip. She purred contentedly the entire time.

After some time I got comfortable with that and started reaching further down, around the curve of her backside. I avoided her sex, but did eventually find myself touching her tail.

She said, very quietly, "It's alright to pick it up and stroke it. It's very soft. Just don't pull too hard or it'll come out."

I did, and she was right. It was very soft. Though I could also feel that it probably needed to be washed, at least near the plug. I decided that, since it hung down between her legs, she probably got that section wet with her sex sometimes. She'd been with me two days now, maybe she just hadn't had a chance to wash it.

"How do you clean this, Penny?"

"By hand, shampoo and a hair dryer. Same as the hair on my head."

I moved my other hand to her head and felt her cat ears.

I decided that when I decided to keep her, I'd have to get her new ears and a new tail.

I mentally correct that "when" to "if."

I was getting turned on again. Or, really, I'd never stopped. I was getting more turned on. And her head was right in my lap. I noticed her sniffing from time to time.

She said, "The news is over Megan."

I'd been taking in her body. I snapped my eyes back up to the screen and saw some late night talk show host. I used the remote to snap off the TV, but didn't move to get up. Still stroking her, playing with her tail and her ears. She let out a very human sign of contentment, then purred again.

I said, "Penny."

"Yes, Megan?"

"I have to, I need to..."

She rolled over onto her back, fully exposing her breasts, belly, and crotch to me.

She looked up at me and said, "Relieve your sexual tension."

I looked at her. I wanted to run my hand down her belly and between her legs. Feel if she was wet. Make her squirm. I pulled my attention back to her face.

"I'm not stupid, Megan. I know all the words. I just don't use them. Would it be better if I said you wanted to go play with yourself? Or you were such a bitch in heat you needed to fuck yourself?"

I looked at her wide eyed, my mouth hanging open. I found that I was hurt.

She said, "No. I know you, some. And I under stand your hang ups, some of them. So I'll be as careful talking to as you've been, or tried to be, with me."

She smiled up at me from my lap.

"So, Megan, you need to relieve your sexual tension."

"Uh, yes, but..."

She said, "I'll stay here while you do."

She moved off my lap and curled up into the cushions.

"You'll call me when you're done so I can come up to bed?"

I paused a few seconds, "Yes," then asked "Will you be...?"

"Yes, unless you tell me not to. I'm feeling pretty wound up too. I'll be thinking of you. Will you be thinking of me?"

I smiled and said, "I couldn't possibly help it."

"Hmmm. I like that."

I got up and gave her one more long stroke, from the top of her head, down her back, and to the tip of her tail, then headed upstairs.

When I got to my room, I threw off my clothes, jumped on the bed and rolled onto my back. I visualized her playing with herself as she had yesterday morning. And realized I hadn't changed the bed. I got up on all fours, unconscionably emulating her behavior, and sniffed around for the damp spot I was sure she'd left behind. It was dry by now, of course, but I still I found it quite easily. I leaned my face in and inhaled deeply.

I was on fire. And for one of the few times in my life I masturbated myself while on hands and knees. Then I needed both hands, so I put my chest on the bed, pushing my face into the spot she'd left with her scent, and really abused myself. Forcing the fingers of one hand inside while desperately rubbing my clitoris.

I was really too turned on. I couldn't come, and I was hurting myself. Then I thought of her and turned my Attention to her. She was so hot, so turned on, and I could feel it. She started to come and I followed her right along.

It was without question the most intense climax I'd ever had. I was spent, but continued to more and more gently rub myself and slide my fingers in and out. I could Feel her relaxing, probably doing the same thing I was. Finally, my hands fell away and rested on the bed under my pussy. I was dripping into my palms, and the bed spread was pretty damn wet.

I stayed there for several minutes, catching my breath. I had to move my nose out of her scent, but other than that nothing changed. I stayed there with my ass up in the air and my pussy dripping on my hands.

I rose up on all fours, wiped my hands clean, mostly, on the bed spread and moved off the bed. I tried to stand up but fell on my ass. I sat there, leaning up against he bed, giggling. I felt twelve years old again, as if I was discovering my sexuality entirely anew.

I got to my feet, pulled everything off the bed and made it with all new things. I Felt for Penny and found that she was still on the couch, apparently sleeping. I took a very quick shower, put on a clean t-shirt, for once forgoing panties, turned on my night light, and went down to invite her up to bed.



Penny and Megan Pt. 04



Monday, June 16, 2014, First day

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Penny spent the night curled up at the foot of my bed.

I had tried telling myself that it was her decision to sleep on the bed, but eventually my worry about her being chilly got the better of me. I retrieved the blanket we'd bought, spread it over her, and climbed back into bed. Now I could sleep without feeling guilty.

She said, quietly, "Thank you, Megan."

I replied, "You're welcome Pen... Kitty. Go to sleep."

She purred for a few seconds then, shortly, her breathing became regular. My Attention told me she was sleeping peacefully.

But I was right. I did keep poking her with my feet. She never complained and my Attention told me she was thoroughly content.

My alarm was set for six, but I usually wake up before it then lay there waiting for it to go off. I moved so I could see Penny. All that was visible was top of her head and her cat ears.

I'd be leaving her home today, and by our agreement, she'd be spending half her time nude. I reached out to the night stand and got the remote control for the house. I turned up the heat a few degrees then reprogrammed it to keep it that way all day.

We could work out a compromise for the heat during the day, but there wasn't much I could do about it the night. I never slept well without a blanket over me, so the heat had to be down at night or I got too hot and, again, couldn't sleep. I reminded myself that she'd chosen this, and she did have her blanket, but I still found I felt just a bit guilty about it. Why couldn't she just sleep in her own bed? Or even in with me?

The alarm sounded. I rolled out of bed and started my morning routine. While laying out my suit for the day I noticed that she was watching me. Still curled up and not that intense "studying" thing. Just watching.

I said, "I'm going to make breakfast, would you like some?"

"Yes, please."

"Who will I be serving?"

"I'll get dressed this morning. Maybe I'll alternate mornings. We'll work it out."

I said, "That sounds all right. Are you still a kitten now?"

"Yes. Do you want me to switch?"

"When you're ready. I wanted to know before I did this."

I reached over to stroke her from between her cat ears and down to her tail, putting my hand under the blanket to reach. Then tucked her back under.

She purred snuggling down and closing her eyes.

"You could do that even when I'm a girl, Megan. I'd like it either way."

I shook my head and went to take a shower. She was still there, still under the blanket ,when I finished. She'd seen me nude already, but I still felt uncomfortable about it. But the deal was, as much as possible, I treat her like a cat. So, as boldly as I could manage, I came out nude drying myself.

I have to admit, she played up the cat thing right. She watched me, smiling slightly, for a minute or so as I dried myself, then closed her eyes and gave a good imitation of sleeping. I could Sense she was awake, and also that she was quite happy. I paused for a moment looking at her. Whatever else, she did seem to be happy most of the time.

I dressed, said, "Breakfast in fifteen minutes," and left the room.

She appeared in just about fifteen minutes, wearing the robe and slippers we'd bought for her, and without her cat details. I'd just I finished cooking and filled two plates while she set the table. We talked about nothing of any particular consequence.

She smiled and I was taken again by how cute she was. Her robe wasn't secured very well. I had an excellent view of her cleavage. It was deep and very inviting. She noticed me looking, sat up straight and slowly opened the robe to show me her breasts. Waited a few seconds, then just as slowly covered herself up again.

I looked up to her face and saw that mischievous grin she'd used before.

"I've always wanted to send someone off to work all horny. You are, aren't you?"

I'd about decided not to answer at all then thought better of it. She didn't have my Powers, but she'd know anyway. I might as well be honest with her.

"Yes. How do you feel about being able to do that to me?"

"I'm going to finger fuck myself right on this table as soon as you leave. Or... maybe I won't wait for you to leave."

She'd finished her breakfast. I watched her hand slide through her cleavage, over her belly, and disappear below the edge of the table. From the motions it was obvious she was lightly rubbing herself.

She asked, "Don't you want to do this too? You could watch me. And I'll watch you. You're wearing a skirt, it would be easy to reach yourself." A short pause. "Or let me do it."

We had both finished breakfast so I got up, gathered our things, washed them quickly and put them away.

I turned and watched, for a moment, as she continued to rub herself, then turned away.

I said, "Please stop."

"Are you telling me I'm not permitted to masturbate?"

She sounded very formal, and also quite excited.

"No. I'm just asking you not to do it right now. I have to get to work and it's very distracting. You're..."

I turned to face her and found she'd turned in her chair to face me and spread her legs. I could clearly see what she was doing.

She said, "Tell me to stop."

"Please, Penny, stop."

Again, "Tell me."

"Please, stop."

Once more, "Tell me," emphasizing the word "tell."

"Penny, stop."

She did, instantly, stood up, closed and tied her robe, then walked over until she was standing very close to me.

"See? I'll do whatever you tell me. If you tell me instead of asking me. If you don't want me to pleasure myself, tell me not to. If you do want me to, tell me that."

"Penny, I don't want to tell you what to do. I want you to be your own woman."

She kissed me quickly on my chin and moved away. Then hit me with a total change of subject.

"Are you ready to go? Can I carry your brief case for you?"

I absently corrected her, "That's 'May I...'"

She replied, with a smile, "May I carry your briefcase for you?"

"Yes." she picked it up and we headed through the house to the front door. I don't, usually, park in the garage during the summer, the driveway in front is shaded. We walked out to my car, she opened the door for me and waited.

"You're not my maid or my butler either, Penny."

"No, but I want to be helpful. You're paying all the bills."

I asked, "So you want to carry my briefcase because I'm paying all the bills?"

For almost the first time, she actually looked embarrassed. She looked away.

She said, "No. I want to be near you. I want you to like me."

"I do like you. Penny, you don't, um, think you love me, do you?"

"No, I don't love you. I don't know you well enough. Yet. But I'm know I'm going to love you."

"I... I don't know how to respond to that, Penny."

"Kiss me."

"No."

"Can... May. May I kiss you?"

I surprised myself by saying, "Yes."

She did, lightly, not taking advantage of the situation. I sat behind the wheel, she reached past me to put the briefcase on the passenger seat. Her robe had come untied, or she'd untied it when I hadn't noticed. I got a very nice view of her breasts swaying about below her.

She stood up. "Are you going to play with yourself when you get to work?"

She was doing it again. How did she keep taking control of these conversations?

"I'm not sure. I may have to."

"Do. You'll feel so much better."

She gave me a quick flash of full frontal nudity, then, without closing her robe, spun around and danced up the walk, across the front patio, turn briefly at the door, waved to me, then disappeared into the house. I shook my head again at the wonder of the situation and drove away.

But the flash had worked. Now I really needed to do myself.

My offices are a suite in a down town low rise building. My private office has it's own attached bath. I said good morning to my assistants, told them I didn't want to be disturbed for a half an hour, went directly through to the bathroom and "relieved my sexual tension," as Penny had put it.

There was nothing fun about it. I just pulled up my skirt, pulled down my panties, sat on the toilet cover and banged away at myself until I came. I sat there waiting for my breathing to return to normal.

But as I waited, a picture formed in my head of Penny with her cat eared head between my thighs moving ever so slightly as she licked me. It got more vivid the longer I sat there. My breathing was not slowing, it was picking up. My fingers began rub my clit again and slide in an out of my opening. I could practically hear her purring, hear the wet sounds as she tongued me. So, I pushed myself and came again, much harder. It was far more satisfying this time.

I couldn't quite keep quiet. A couple of high pitched squeaks had escaped my lips. I found myself coming down and the picture fading away. I dried myself and stood, pulling up my panties.

I washed my hands, smoothed down my skirt, and looked up into the mirror. Those squeaks I'd just let out were fresh in my mind. And I thought, if she's the cat, am I looking at the mouse?

I was half way home when I recalled that she'd want to be fed as a cat for dinner tonight. She didn't have a cell phone, but I had hopes she'd pick up the house phone. I dialed and it rang several times. She answered sounding out of breath.

"May I help you?"

I said, "Penny? You sound like a receptionist."

"Is that bad?"

"No, d..." and I stopped with the word stuck on my lips.

I decided, "What the hell?" and started again, "No, dear, it was just fine. I wanted to know what to get kitty for dinner."

She made an odd sound, obviously happy with how I'd said that.

"Beef stew, chicken stew, steak tips. Something bite size. It's hard enough to eat from a bowl on hands and knees without having to chew off pieces too."

I refrained from suggesting she just eat at the table. I said I'd see what I could do and would be along shortly.

She said, "It is OK to use your gym equipment, isn't it? I thought it would be OK, but now talking to you I think I should probably have asked first."

"Not at all. I want you to make yourself comfortable. Just stay out of my office unless I'm there."

She agreed, made kissing sounds at me, then hung up.

I stopped at a take out place, got us both steak tips, and headed home.

As I got into the front hall, I could hear my treadmill running and hear her feet pounding on it. I went in to see her and found her running, upright, not as a cat, and pretty quickly. She was wearing sneakers, panties, and a sports bra. The bra helped, but she was still bouncing in a most delightful way.

She looked up and I asked, "When do you become Kitty?"

"When I'm done here. Or should I stop? Or do you want me to be a girl longer?"

"No, I just need to know if I should reheat our dinner or not. How long?"

She looked at the tread mill control panel. "Almost done, but I need a shower. Say twenty minutes?"

"Good. I'll be in the kitchen."

Penny was, hands down, the most punctual person, man or woman, I had ever met. When see said "twenty minutes" in the gym, I'd checked the clock. When she pushed the door open and entered on all fours, it was as close one minute shy of twenty minutes.

I did warm both our dinners for a few seconds in the microwave. As I stood at the counter filling her bowl she meowed quietly around me, stropping herself against my legs, doing that cat stretch where they walk their paws up your body, and purring.

I found myself smiling and having good memories of my own cat, the only pet I'd ever owned, doing the same things. I didn't really like cats, or dogs, all that much. But I'd had that one when I was very young and raised it from a kitten.

I put the bowl down, petted her head, then went to the table to have my own dinner. I watched her as she prepared herself. Her ass was towards me, that wonderful slightly plump curved ass. The tail hung from her anus and was quite furry enough to conceal her sex. As she lowered herself she suddenly jumped back up.

She said "Brrrr!"

I asked what the problem was?

"My breasts press into the floor when I eat. The tiles are cold."

"Just a moment."

I went down the hall to the mud room, which was also the laundry, got a terry cloth towel, and returned folding it. 

I said, "Sit up, Penny."

She replied, I'm not a dog, Megan. Cat's don't respond to orders."

I said, "Mine did. If I told her to sit up, she went into that cat goddess pose you see on old mummy movies."

She considered it for a moment, then sat up in the same pose. I put the towel down where I guessed her breasts would settle when she bent over.

Then I added, "Of course, she never held the pose for more a few seconds. Usually just long enough for me to move something she was about to knock over."

She said, "So I've learned a new trick. Thank you."

She leaned over again, making it a point to settle her breasts on the towel.

"Much better. Thank you Megan."

"You're welcome."

She started eating as I stood watching. Then I wondered about something my cat had done. I reached down and tickled her just above her tail. The made that "Brrrrrrp" sound and lifted her backside higher into the air, pressing into my hand. Exactly what my cat, and many cats I'd encountered, did.

I went to the table and started eating my dinner. I watched her, her body moving slightly as she positioned her head to pick up food, then rise up on her arms to chew and swallow, She glanced back and saw me watching.

Before lowering her upper body for her next bite, she reached back, flipped her tail up on her back, then spread her legs slightly. She lowered her upper body again to continue eating. Her outer labia were swollen with arousal, her inner pushed past the outer, and I could just see her clitoris. I managed to not quite choke on my food. I heard her giggle, then wiggle her backside to make the tail fall off and cover her again.

She finished, then sat in front of me looking at me. I used my napkin to wipe a surprisingly small amount of gravy from her face.

I said, "I thought cats groomed themselves?"

"We do. But I like it when you groom me."

I petted her again, the rubbed her face against my leg, then left the room. I eventually found her sleeping on my bed under her blanket. I stripped down to my panties, put on my sleeping t-shirt.

I leaned over to pet her and caught the faint scent of aroused girl. I was still aroused myself from her flashing me at dinner and that aroma notched me up to "horny." Then, as I thought about it, into "very horny."

"Um, Penny? Did you...?"

"Masturbate on your bed? Yes, I did. You're all horny now, aren't you? Do you want me to lick you? I'm very good at it."

I'd continued to pet her. "I'm sure you are. No, thank you. But I have to... Well, I need to..."

"Do you want me to leave?"

I decided I was in charge of myself. I didn't need to give in to my body.

"No, it's alright. Go back to sleep."

I climbed into bed and went straight to sleep. Like hell I did. I did get into bed. And spent a half hour trying to go to sleep. When I Sensed she was asleep, I rolled onto my back and slid my hand into my panties. I started gently, intending to just take the edge off. But I was far too turned on. Then I imagined her between my legs licking me, and there was no stopping.

I was getting close, very close, when I Sensed she was awake. She hadn't moved, still curled up, but certainly awake. She was enjoying it that I was playing with myself with her right there. And that put me over the edge. I tried not to cry out, but couldn't stop it.

Right after passing my climax, I yanked my hand out of my panties and curled up with my back to her. It was humiliating. And exciting. And I couldn't sort out what else.

It was several minutes before I heard her say, "Were you thinking of me?"

"Yes."

"It would be so much more fun if we just did that together."

I said, "I can't."

She replied. "Yet."

I sighed, "Maybe."

"Megan, I had fun today. Even when I was a girl. Thank you for taking me in."

"You're welcome, Penny. Go to sleep."

Friday, June 28, 2014, Patterns

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Over the next eleven days we established a pattern of living together. Along with more compromises. She very much enjoyed sleeping on my bed, so she did that most nights. But also slept in her own room every few days.

Or, more correctly, started out sleeping in her room. She'd only made it through the night in there once. The other nights, as some point, she joined me in my bed. The first time she asked to join me, saying she was lonely. After that she just quietly climbed in with me.

And not as a kitten, just a nude girl. She never tried to get sexual. Just slept beside me. When I commented that I enjoyed the breakfast conversations, she was usually a girl in the mornings. And, when she was, always carried my briefcase out to my car and kissed me before I left. A few mornings she played kitten and would follow me to the door when I left.

She was careful about the balance and I had nothing to complain about. I was about as likely to find a girl or a kitten when I got home. The girl or the kitten might wander into my office in the evening. We had established a pattern of living that worked. She, generally, only pressed on the issue of sex after dinner each night. And I could feel I was weakening.

She kept me excited most of the time. I'd masturbated most evenings sometime between dinner and bed time. And she usually did at the same time, in her room or in the hall outside my door. I'd eventually given up trying to be quiet. She knew anyway. I was still embarrassed by this, but I guess you can get used to pretty much anything.

And I'd woken up from a dream, about her, thoroughly horny and had, again, masturbated while she slept on the foot of my bed. I wonder if things would have turned out differently if my boyfriend hadn't been out of town for so long?

Saturday, June 29, 2014, A victory for Penny.

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She'd been a kitten overnight and for the morning but had been a girl since before lunch. I knew she'd be switching back after dinner. I'd wondered out loud why she didn't just give it up and stay a girl? She'd responded that she wondered why she couldn't just say a kitten all the time. It was a conversation we continued to have, but most of the tension had gone from it.

As we finished, and she helped me clear the table, I asked when she was switching?

"As soon as we finish the dishes."

"Oh, you can go ahead. I know you like to kitten around here while I'm doing chores."

"Really? Thank you."

She started unbuttoning her blouse as she headed for the door. I was just starting to wash when she came back in the door, with her blouse open, showing her bra and cleavage.

"Or, if you want to, we could masturbate together before I switch. I won't touch you, you won't touch me. We don't even have to look at each other. You're going to have to do it. We both know it. Let's have some fun with it."

I was tempted. But resisted.

"Penny, I..."

"Look, didn't you ever masturbate with a girl friend, a female friend, when you were like twelve?"

I gasped again and covered me mouth with my hand.

She said, "Wow, how close was that guess?"

I said, "Exact. Mary Becker, one of my teachers daughters. In the loft of her father's barn."

She took a step back towards the door. "Come on, relive the memory. My breasts really bounce around when I get going."

I still hesitated.

"Come on, Megan. You've pleasured yourself twice with me right there. And you've see me playing several times. You've just never stuck around for the fireworks."

I wanted to. And something inside me let go.

I said, "No touching?"

She squeaked with joy. "No touching. You're going to do it?"




Penny and Megan Pt. 04



I was thinking of a discussion I'd had with my father after I'd initially rejected Mary Becker. She'd run from my house crying. When I admitted to him that I also wanted her, but "It was wrong."

He said, "Millie," yes, he called me "Millie." Anyway, he said, "Millie, it's OK to protect your heart, but sometimes sex is just sex. It's OK to do it just because it's fun. Go get her."

I did. I knew where she'd go, and found her there in hey loft of the barn. And my father was right. I was just sex. It didn't change anything between us. Well, except that we now had another activity to do together.

Penny was still looking at me.

She asked, "You're back? You went somewhere there for a few seconds."

"Yes."

She asked, "'Yes,' you went somewhere, or 'yes,' we're going to do it?"

I looked her in the eye, and said without any doubts, "'Yes' to both. Let's go to the living room. We can use opposite ends of the couch."

She led the way to the living room, taking off her blouse as we walked.

She asked, "Do you always have trouble with sex words? Or is it just with me?"

"Usually. It's not just you."

She stopped with her hands behind her back on her bra clasps.

She asked, "Are we doing this naked?"

"I hadn't thought of it any other way."

She continued undressing as we walked. I unbuttoned my blouse, removed it and took off my bra. When we reached the living room we both kicked off our shoes, she removed her pants and panties and I my skirt and panties. She saw I was wearing thigh-high stockings.

She said, "I thought some one as conservative as you would wear panty hose?"

"No, they're a pain when you have to go to the bathroom."

She said, "Can you leave them on? They're kind of a turn on for me."

I stopped, then pulled the one I'd started taking off back up.

We stood there waiting for someone to move.

Finally, I said, "Turn around so I can get comfortable."

"You're kidding."

"Really, I'm all arms and legs. I look like a spider when I move around naked."

"Really, you don't. But alright."

She turned around. I fixed my gaze on her ass as I got comfortable against the arm of the couch. I spread my legs and rubbed myself for a moment.

I said "Ready."

As she turned around I snapped my knees together. I could feel myself blushing. She looked at me for a few seconds then sat down leaning on the other arm rest. The curtains on the picture window were closed. The lighting was very dim. She was certainly beautiful. She spread her legs slowly then started rubbing herself. I was again minded of her well tended bush as compared to me totally natural one. And was embarrassed. I was considering fleeing the room when she spoke to me.

"If you have to run away, go ahead. But you might try just watching me until you feel the urge to touch yourself."

I did watch her. She slipped a finger between her folds, then moved her other hand to her breasts, lifting them, squeezing them one at a time, and pinching her nipples. I wanted to see her better. I fumbled around on the side table behind me until I found the remote control for the curtains and uncovered the window. Light streamed into the room.

She looked out the window, then smiled and arched her back to thrust her breasts out at me. My house is on a hill with the street two hundred yards away and well below. We were certainly not on display, but it was a bit daring. For me, anyway. She looked back at me. I put the remote down and my hands moved to my breasts. I copied what she was doing, but using both hands.

My eyes dropped to her crotch. She saw me and rotated her hips so I could see better. My eyes kept making the trip from her eyes, to her crotch, to her breasts over and over again. I started to move towards her, then stopped.

"Um. Penny, would it be all right if I...?"

"Looked closer? Of course."

I crawled, on hands and knees, most of the way down the couch, then sat leaning against the back. She had one foot on the couch and the other on the floor. She lay almost on her back, but with her upper torso raised by the couch arm enough to see me. I spread my legs wide, also one on the couch and one on the floor. I started rubbing myself, then slipped a finger inside. I watched her closely, more or less copying whatever she did.

I was thoroughly fascinated. She knew her body very well. Far better than I knew my own. I saw her pinching her clitoris and tried to do the same. Her wasn't large, but was clearly defined. My can be hard to find. It's more vague. And doesn't come out unless I push back it's hood. I did and pinched, gently.

She started making low moaning noises and I realized I hadn't looked at anything but her pussy for some time. I pulled my eyes up to her face, but she had her head back, eyes almost closed, mouth open. I put both hands between my legs and worked harder. I was afraid she'd come before me and didn't want to be still rubbing myself while she watched.

I was climbing that wonderful hill, nearing the top, starting to loose control. I flopped onto my back and raised my legs until my knees were on each side of my breasts. Our pussies about a foot apart

I'd intended to move away from her before I came, but the moment was upon me before I realized it. I screamed, my body clenched up. My legs shot out and hit both of hers.

I heard, sort of far off, her say "Oh!" then "Oh my!" then she came, also quite hard judging from her movements and the screaming. Her legs also jumped out with her left ending up against my right upper thigh, her foot between my side and the back of the couch.

I could see her arching her back until it looked like she was going to hurt herself. Then she suddenly went completely limp.

I was recovering and felt embarrassed by what I'd just done. I got to my feet and stood there trying to apologize for what had happened.

She said, "No, Megan. No. That was amazing. You make wonderful noises"

That just made me even more embarrassed. But I could Sense that she was being completely serious. She really had enjoyed herself.

But I was a chaos of emotions. I'd enjoyed it. I'd found it humiliating. I wanted to do it again. I wanted to never do it again. And it came to me that I was standing there, my almost boyish figure and tiny breasts compared against her curves and full rounded figure.

She said, "You're beautiful, Megan." It was both the right thing and the wrong thing to say at that moment. She meant it, that was obvious. But the coincidence of her saying it just as I was thinking how nothing I looked made me feel even more plain. I ran away.

I heard her call to me, "Megan?"

I shouted back, "I'm alright. I just need to be alone for a while."

I went to my room and straight to the shower. After getting clean I stood there with the water running down me thinking. And I visualized what we looked like.

And I remembered my father saying, "Sex is the funniest serious thing you'll ever see or hear."

The giggles came to me then, followed by laughing until I was sobbing.

When I opened the shower door Penny was standing there, in a t-shirt and, since it was one we'd bought for her it fit. I could see she had panties on too. Her hair was damp. Apparently she'd showered. She was holding a big towel terry cloth out to wrap around me.

She said, "Let me dry out. I promise, no funny business."

I let her, and she was true to her word. No funny business. Even when she dried between my legs and my breasts. She put me to bed, left for a while, then came back on all fours with her hair dried and her ears, tail and collar on.. She jumped up on the bed, curled up and pulled her blanket over herself, mostly using her mouth, I noticed.

"Good night, Megan."

"Good night, Penny."

I was stuck thinking. "Penny?"

"Yes, Megan."

"You really had fun?"

A stupid question if there ever was one. I knew she'd had fun, and was very happy where she was right now. Still, sometime even when you've Sensed the truth, there's something very different about hearing someone actually say it.

She purred then said, "I loved it."

"OK."

I slept nude, a rare thing for me. And slept very soundly, something even more rare. Her occasional movements only barely waking me up.

We'd crossed a bridge tonight. I just wasn't at all sure what we'd find on the other side.



Penny and Megan Pt. 05



Preface

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Sorry, almost no sex in this part. Mostly some exposition, introducing Megan's office staff. And Penny getting to play in Megan's personal office.

I'm also introducing a notational convention. When Megan talks to other people with powers mind-to-mind, it will be illustrated like this:

["What did you mean?"]

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Monday, June 30, 2014, A day of discovery

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We were having breakfast together. I was... well, uncomfortable about what had happened last night. She, on the other hand, was exuberant about it. And trying to suppress it because she could tell how I felt. She was in her robe, without her cat things. I was dressed for work in a skirted suit. We were talking about my house, and the topic came around to owning things. And I recalled that one of the few things she'd come to me with was her license. And it was going to expire soon.

"Penny, why don't you come into town and renew your license? Come by my office after and we'll go to lunch."

"How would I do that, Megan? I don't have money. Or a car."

I reached into my purse, "Well, money isn't a problem." I handed her a hundred dollar bill.

"And you can take my other car. Well, my other regular car. Not the sports car. Look for the Cadillac keys in the table by the garage door."

She sat there looking at the money, holding the bill in front of her face with both hands. She lowered the bill just enough to peak over it at me.

"Money is this easy for you?"

I wrote down the name and number of my mechanic and slid the note across the table.

I asked, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, you can just hand me a hundred dollar bill without thinking about it?"

"Yes. I'm pretty well off, Penny."

She put the bill down and put the note on it, and folded her hands on top of both. She didn't seem inclined to say anything else.

I said, "The car has been sitting for a while. If it won't start, call my mechanic," I tapped the note, "Tell him you're my assistant, and he'll come get it going."

She asked, "I should tell him I'm your assistant?"

"Well, if you're getting my car fixed for me, you're assisting me. Right?"

"Whatever you say." She looked at me for several seconds. "How do you get a mechanic to make house calls?"

"I pay well, my family has given him, and his father before him, our business for decades and I send business his way. And finally, I got his son out of a terrible jam once. He goes out of his way to keep me happy."

"I see. 'Your assistant.' Megan, what's your name? And where are we?"

I stared at her. "You want to turn your life over to me and you don't even know my name?"

"Why would I care? I wouldn't even know your first name if you'd let me call you 'Mistress'."

"I'm not sure I'm ever going to understand this, Penny. My name is 'Kelly'."

She took the pen from my hand and wrote slowly, in very neat block letters while she mouthed "Megan Kelly." Then added our address and my office address as I recited them to her.

My first impression, watching her write so slowly and mouthing each letter as she did, was that she had some kind of diminished capacity about writing. But I then saw that her printing was very precise and actually quite pretty. Every letter was formed perfectly and there was just enough variation to make it quite attractive.

And there was something very familiar about that lettering. It was distinctive. The back of my mind was telling me that I'd see it before and should know who she was just from seeing it. I looked up at her and, again, had a similar feeling about her face. I should know her.

She interrupted my thoughts with, "I should get this address on my license?"

"This is where you live. For now, anyway. But use another address if you prefer."

"OK, Miss Kelly, I'll see you this afternoon."

"That's almost as bad as 'Mistress,' Penny."

She gave me one of those smiles, the ones she used when she was essentially saying, "Yes, I know."

We had a morning routine now. She followed me out to my car. If she wasn't being a kitten that morning, she carried my briefcase, opened the door and, after I sat down, reached past me to put the case on the passenger seat. Kitten or not, she always showed me her breasts when she gave me a solid, but closed mouth kiss. I'd stopped resisting the kiss. In fact, I found that I looked forward to it.

"You'll be in this afternoon?"

"Yes, Miss. Kelly. I'll be in your office, ready to service you any way you need, right after I get done with the registry."

I let it go, but she'd done her damage. I was wet. Again. And there was no doubt I was going to have to deal with it when I got to the office.

She stood, said, "I'll see you this afternoon," and shut the door.

I tossed greetings at my staff as I came through the outer office, into my private office, and into my private washroom. Where I pulled down my panties, pulled up my skirt, and "did" myself quickly and efficiently. Then, again, more slowly. And every time I closed my eyes I saw Penny crawling towards me across the floor of my bedroom.

I put myself together and stepped out of my office to inform my receptionist, Arthur, that I was expecting Penny Connors this afternoon and she should be told to go right in.

He asked, "Penelope Connors?"

Everyone in the room looked up. I thought, "What the hell?" but said, "Yes. Do you know her?"

Someone said "We got THE Penelope as a client?" Another asked, "Where the hell has she been all this time?"

I looked at them with a blank expression.

Arthur said, "Penelope? The artist? Used just her first name? Wild hair and makeup? She was on her way to being one of the biggest things, man or woman, in painting in decades? Disappeared without a trace three years ago? You must remember. You had us all attend one of her openings as an office night out."

I gasped as it all came back to me. It couldn't be the same woman. Girl. She's referred to herself as a girl almost exclusively back then. And Penny did too. That must be significant to her, but I had no idea why.

I said, "It seems unlikely it's the same woman. I found her... well, never mind where I found her."

I turned part way around, "Thomas, dig me up a picture without the makeup."

He said, "I'll try boss. But you know she was pretty paranoid about being seen without makeup."

"Do what you can."

I turned to my office, then turned back.

"Not a word of this outside the office. And don't fawn over her when she comes in. If this is really her, and I'm not sure it is, she hasn't mentioned it to me in all the weeks I've known her. I don't want her scared away."

I went into my office. I had no fear they wouldn't do exactly what I said. If I couldn't trust people, I got rid of them. And these people had been with me a minimum of two years, some since I'd opened the office ten years ago. We'd handled some very famous people and nothing ever leaked to the press from this office.

I sat at my desk for a some time thinking. And the more I thought, the more I was sure it was her.

My God, I had one of the most famous artists of recent history crawling around my house playing at being a kitten. And she wanted to do it all the time. She'd apparently been doing it since she disappeared. The intercom beeped.

I flipped the switch, "Yes?"

Arthur said, "Ms. Connors on line one, boss."

"Thank you." I picked up, "Yes, Penny?"

"Hey, the line at the registry is amazing. I'm going to be until at least one thirty. Probably closer to two. Is that OK?"

"Yes, let's get this out of the way. Unless crowds bother you."

"So long as they're not focused on me, I don't mind. The car started fine, by the way."

"I'm glad you didn't have any trouble. All right. I'll see you in a while."

She made a kissing noise and hung up.

I reflected on her comment, "So long as they're not focused on me."

I sat there staring at the phone for several seconds, the flipped the intercom back on.

Margo answered, "Arthur's talking to a client, boss. Can I help you?"

"Yes. Tell Thomas to also look into what he can about why or how Penelope dropped out three years ago. Facts, theories, speculation. Whatever. I don't want him to prepare a report. I want him to brief you, me and Arthur in person. He's got half an hour. She'll be here in an hour or a bit more. And Margo, if anyone can't keep a poker face when she gets here, I want them out of the main office before she arrives."

"Will do, boss. It's really her then?"

"Yes, I'm pretty sure it is."

She clicked off.

Margo and Arthur were no problem. I think they'd face the arrival of Satan by asking if they could hang up his cape and would he like something to drink? Some of the others would have trouble not showing that they knew who she was.

A minute later my computer beeped. It was a high school year book picture of "Penny Connors." Small, grainy, and her.

Thomas, Andrew, Margo trooped into my office thirty minutes later.

Thomas began, "Boss, there really isn't anything certain. The rumor I'd give the most credence to is that she had a melt down at an opening in Chicago. Basically went catatonic. Was taken away in an ambulance, then her publicist try to hush it all up. If that's true, they did a pretty good job. Nothing in the papers, noting on any police blotters I have immediate access to."

"The only hard evidence I can find is an ambulance bill from the gallery where her show was to a nearby emergency room. The name of the patient is 'Maria Connors.' Penelope's middle name is 'Maria.' The other prominent rumor is that she was mugged and killed. She tended to go dangerous places for her ideas.

"On a scale of one to ten, I'd give the melt down story a seven or eight. If she wasn't going to be here in an hour, I'd have given the "killed" one maybe a two. If anyone really thought she'd been killed it would have been all over the papers."

"If you want to know more, I think we're going to have to send an investigator out there."

I sat thinking, watching them watching me. They waited a minute or so before interrupting me.

Margo asked, "What do we do next, Boss?"

I decided, "Nothing. You can all drop it for now. Let me try just asking her.

Andrew, "She is a client, isn't she boss? Should we start a folder on her?"

I looked at him, then the rest of them.

"No, she's not a client. Yet. She living at my house for the time being."

Thomas showed his surprise. But, as I'd have expected, Margo and Andrew just nodded that they understood, though they obviously didn't. How could they when I didn't?

I continued, "Assume she's my friend and a potential client. That's all, thank you."

They filed out and shut the door after them.

Well, I had an idea. My mother's hobby was art, and in fact, she had been the one to suggest I take the office to that night out at the showing of Penelope's work.

I sat back, closed my eyes, and thought...

["Mother?"]

["Yes, Megan."]

["Look at this woman and tell me who she is."]

I visualized Penny as I'd seen her this morning and let my mother see her.

["Except for the lack of makeup and wild hair, I'd say it was Penelope."]

Then

["Isn't that your house in the background?"]

And

["And why is she showing you her breasts?"]

I cut off the image, but gave her, mind to mind, a quick summary of what had gone on since I'd found her.

["You should keep her, dear."]

["Mother!"]

["I know, I know. You have to try. But try not to hurt her while you're doing what you think you have to do."]

About forty minutes later my office door opened and Penny poked her head around it.

She said, "They said I should just come in. Is that OK?"

"Yes, please come in and close the door."

She did then stood there waiting. She was wearing a sun dress with low heel sandals. Her breasts were high enough that she was obviously wearing a bra, and I could just make out a panty line on one of her hips.

I asked, "All set with your license?"

She was looking around the room. "Yes. No problems, except for the wait. I used your address."

"'Our address,' Penny. Please come into the room, you don't have to stand by the door."

"Can I explore your office?"

That seemed an odd request, but there wasn't any reason she shouldn't.

"Go ahead."

She started to get undressed.

I let out a yelp and asked, "What are you doing?"

"You said I could explore..."

I cut her off, "And you meant the kitten. Of course you did. Sorry, I didn't think."

She stood waiting, one of her shoulder straps down, her bra showing.

"So I can't explore?"

I thought about that for a few seconds. Nobody ever walked into my office unannounced. Rarely Margo or Andrew would knock instead of buzzing the intercom, but even then the waited until I told them they could come in.

"Yes, go ahead."

I pointed to the door to my washroom, "Please change in the bathroom."

"If anyone has to come in, you can hide in there. I don't want people wondering why you're in my bathroom but your clothes are out here on the sofa."

She giggled as she walked toward the bathroom.

She said, "But it would be so interesting, Megan."

"Yes, dear, but let's not go there for now."

She left the door open as she changed. In fact, she stood in the door to change, ensuring I could see her strip then put in her tail, and put on her ears and collar. She stepped into the room, shut the door, then went down on all fours, shook herself a couple of times, then padded towards me.

I was taken again with how cat like her movements were. How cute she was. And how big her breasts were as they swung around under her while she moved around. She came to me, rubbed her face on my skirt, then headed towards the couch, giving me a wonderful view of her very round behind. Her tail was a limp furry one, so her sex was not visible, but I did get a glimpse when she jumped up on the couch. She worked her way all around the room looking at and under everything.

When she got to the first window she put her hands up on the sill and rose up to look out, exposing her breasts to anyone who might have been looking at that moment. I was sitting at my desk, swiveling my chair around to watch her. I touched her with my Attention. She was totally happy.

On her way back to the couch she came up to me and stropped her body against my legs then put her head in my lap making noises like those my cat had when it wanted to be petted. I did pet her, from between her ears to part way down her back.

She eventually curled up on my sofa across the room and either went to sleep or pretended to. I picked up papers and continued working, wondering that a person could apparently get used to anything. I glanced up from time to time to look at her. She had her back to me. I could see her cat ears poking up and her entire back, the curves of her behind and her tail draped off the edge of the couch.

About twenty minutes later my intercom buzzed. I flipped the switch. Margo said, "Boss, those papers you were waiting for from the D.A. just arrived. Shall I bring them in?" I looked up to see Penny smiling mischievously at me. I mouthed "hide" to her. She jumped up and ran directly... under my desk then went as far back from me as she could.

I gestured at her to get out. She just pressed herself into the corner.

I said to the intercom, "Just a moment," and shut if off.

I leaned down and said, "Penny! Hide in the bathroom."

She said, "No. I like it here. And you said I didn't have to do what you told me."

I replied, "But you said you wanted me to tell you what to do!"

She moved out of the corner and sat up on her knees, "Are you claiming me?"

"No, of course not."

She backed into the corner again, "Will anyone see me?"

The desk did not have feet, so all it's sides went right to the floor, and it was completely enclosed on three sides. And it was rare for anyone to come behind my desk. And Margo was waiting. I looked quickly around the room. There was nothing to say she wasn't in the bathroom.

"Will you be quiet? Not attract any attention?"

"Yes."

I guessed that would have to do. I flipped the intercom on, "Margo? Sorry for the delay. Please being them in."

I picked up the papers I'd been reading and leaned on the side of the desk, where I could be sure Penny wouldn't be tempted to touch me while Margo was in the room. She came in, handed me the envelope, and turned to leave.

"Did your guest leave, Megan?"

I gestured towards the closed bathroom door.

"Oh. Anyway, remember you have a meeting with Shiloh and Mercator in about thirty minutes. You want them here, or in the conference room?"

"Conference room, thank you. Buzz me about ten minutes before, please."

"Will do, boss."

She left shutting the door.

Penny came out. No, she romped out, stropped my legs again then paw-crawled up until her head was even with my crotch. I thought the was going to try to do something sexual to me, but I resisted pushing her away. I'd been wrong so many times. And I would have been this time too. She rubbed her body up against me, reached up with both arms, like a cat stretching, and rubbed me, below my breasts, with her "paws."

Then flowed back down and trotted off, again, like a cat who's had enough of her human for the moment. She turned around, put her hands on my desk, and rose up enough to see my computer screen.

"Wow, look at the time. I have to get home and start dinner. Can we do lunch another day?"

It was her turn to cook today.

I said "Of course, dear. I need to attend to those papers from the D.A. Anyway."

I noticed that, apparently, I'd become comfortable calling her "dear."

She stood up, and while taking off her ears and collar and continue to talk as if there were nothing to it. Like she was taking off a scarf or a hat.

"Um, Megan, can I have some money to get ingredients on the way home?"

"Of course."

I gave her another hundred dollar bill. She got up on tip toes and gave me a quick, firm, kiss then stood in front of me, very, very naked.

"Thank you for letting me play in your office."

I muttered something about her being welcome, but I was distracted. I was disturbingly turned on by the kiss and how adorable she was. Nude, curvy, cute, and looking so delicious. And so, so naked as compared to my being fully clothed. And she seemed totally comfortable with it. I guess I was staring. She wiggled her breasts for a moment.

"Take me, Megan. You want me. Take me."

I shook myself and stepped back.

"No, not now."

Her eyes went big. "'Not now'?"

"No. Just 'no,' Penny.'"

She smiled and glided across the floor to me. I felt paralyzed. She reached me, stood on her toes again and gently pulled my head down to her. And gave me the best open mouth tongues touching kiss I'd had in my life.

She let me go and danced across the carpet towards the bathroom, collar and ears in one hand, but her tail still hanging from her ass. 

In a sing song voice she said "I'm gonna win!"

Penny came out seconds later and I was still standing there stunned by that kiss. I shook myself alive again and escorted her through the outer office and to the door to the hall.

I said, "I'll see you at home, Penny."

She said, "Thank you," gave me another quick kiss, and was gone.

Margo came over and leaned on Arthur's desk.

She said, "It's really her, isn't it?"

"I never got around to asking. But I'm convinced it's her."

Arthur added, "So am I. I spent a half hour talking to her at that opening."

I turned to him, "Right. You paint don't you?"

"Not so much these days, but I used to quite a lot. I'd just come to work for you when we went to that show, so I was still painting at the time."

I said, "You should pick it up again. Do up something nice and we'll put it up in the waiting area."




Penny and Megan Pt. 05



They both seemed surprised by my comment. And I was too. I didn't encourage that sort of personalized treatment of the work place.

"Just remember it's for a law office."

I was about to go back to my office when Margo stopped me.

"Megan, are you... um... dating her?"

I looked from one to the other for a second.

I said, "I wish it were that simple."



Penny and Megan Pt. 06



Preface

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Not so long a delay this time. I've stuck on Ginny and Katy right now. We (Katy, Betty and I) have been getting to know someone new. She's kept us all busy since Thursday. A version of her may show up in one of my stories sometime. Or she may get a story of her own, she's so amazing.

But today (it's Sunday) I had a couple of hours to write, so I finished up Part 06. And in this part, there surely is sex. Lick your lips, pull down your panties, and read on. I think you'll find this installment fun. I sure did.

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Saturday, July 5, 2014, My mistake

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We'd gone out last night to watch fireworks over the harbor. It was supposed to be my boyfriend and I, but something had come up. Something seemed to "come up" pretty often these days. In fact, the only time he'd kept a date in the last month had been on nights we were going to stay in. And when we stayed in, there was always sex.

I'd taken Penny instead. It had been... well, "nice." Not exciting or hugely memorable, but nice. It think people forget that "nice" can be so good. We talked about this and that and "Oood" and "Ahhhd" along with the rest of the crowd. Nice.

I was standing at the desk in my home office with a folder in each hand, scanning the summaries my interns had done, deciding which case to review next when kitten Penny wandered in the door. I'd learned enough by now to suspect that she'd be thinking of jumping on the desk. She'd done it twice before, scattering things all over.

I'd also learned enough of being a dominant to realize that she wouldn't resent it if I said "no."

"Penny, don't even think of jumping on my desk."

She gave me her petulant kitten look, meowed, and walked all the way around the desk ending up by my side, where she sat in her "proud kitten" pose.

After a few seconds she said, "Megan, please pet me."

I put down one of the folders and did, the way I'd learned she liked best. From between the kitten ears, her head neck and to the area between her shoulder blades where I scratched her gently. I'd done this four or five times when she moved forward to rub her face against my thigh. She was purring contentedly.

We'd been establishing things as time passed, and I was mostly alright with most of what she did but as she got more comfortable she kept doing things that surprised or frightened me. I'd had to apologize a dozen times for over reacting to things that I'd thought were sexual overtures that were really just cat things.

And I was about to do it again. But, of course, I didn't know that.

She was rubbing her face on me and purring. The rubbing was raising my skirt by fractions of an inch. I went rigid. She was so into her kitten world, she didn't notice. She started licking my stocking on my outer thigh, just below my skirt.

I really should have known better.

She licked my hand from time to time, and I'd gotten used to it. She licked my face occasionally as well. And, had explained that it could be sexual, but since we weren't doing sex, she was just meant it as marking me. I was used to that from my own cat owner days. She'd even licked my ankles.

So I really should not have jumped to the conclusion that this was sexual. But I did.

I pushed her back and shouted, "No, Penny!"

She landed on her ass then sprawled over on her back. She looked up at me totally confused, which I'm sure she was. And that innocent kitten look caused me to flare up.

"Jesus, Penny! You used to be a respected artist. Your career was just starting to take off when you dropped out of the world. Your work was good. You were on you way to being one of the next great women in art. Don't you want to be successful?"

She stood up on two feet, leaned forward, her face just an inch from mine. I leaned back instinctively pulling back from her obvious anger.

She screamed, "NO I DO NOT!"

She turned towards the door, ran a couple of steps, the turned back to me. It looked like she was on her way to hyperventilating. Her hands in fists, her breasts rising and falling. The effect of her anger was not diminished by her nudity, her heaving breasts, or the collar and ears.

She screamed at me. "I... You... you... Fuck you, Megan. Do you know what it's like to be famous like that? Every one is at you every second. And they all think you owe them something. I just wanted to paint. I didn't want all that responsibility. I didn't want to be a fucking 'inspiration to young artists everywhere' or a damn 'role model for female artists.'"

She stood there quivering with anger. Then suddenly the anger evaporated and she started to cry.

She turned her back to me and whispered, to herself it seemed, "I just wanted to paint."

I stood there rocked back by her anger. And even more so now her tears. And found myself aroused by those tears. I thought that crap only worked on men? But she'd also given me a little insight on why she'd dropped out.

I said, as calmly as I could muster, "Penny."

She didn't look at me. Her body language told me she was crying. I used my Attention, she was overwhelmed by sadness.

I repeated, just a little louder, "Penny."

She said, between silent sobs, "What?"

"Penny, kittens do not stand on two feet."

She snapped around and gasped, looking directly into my eyes. Her mouth was open in surprise. I noticed that her nipples had come up.

"What did you say?"

I pointed at the floor and said, "Down."

She dropped to all fours and watched me walk around the desk to stop in front of her. I dropped to my knees and petted her, looking into her eyes and she into mine.

"Megan..."

I put my fingers on her lips and said, "Shhhh..."

She nodded her head. I tickled her under her chin. I wanted to run my hand down to play with her breasts, but didn't.

I stood and said, "Come along, kitty."

We went out into the living room then to the kitchen. I got a bowl, put it on the floor, and gave her some milk. I got a beer for myself and sat at the kitchen table sipping it while she lapped up the milk.

She finished and sat up looking at me curiously. After a few seconds, she set to grooming herself, getting some drops of milk off her face cat style. She'd finished and still neither of us said anything.

I asked, "How was that for being a dominant pet owner?"

She said, with a bit of a sarcastic tone, "Is that what you were being?"

"No, Penny. From where I told you kittens don't stand on two feet."

"Oh, that was pretty good. But the part before..."

"Yes, I apologize. Again. I'm sorry, you didn't deserve that. I could have asked that question any time when you weren't in your... kitten place?"

She replied, "Kitten space, sub space, pet space."

"Yes, thank you. When you weren't there. It wasn't fair. You've been living up to your part of the compromise when you're a girl. I keep falling down on my part of being the kitten's owner. I'm sorry."

"Megan, why did you get so upset? I've licked you before."

"Yes, I thought you were going to try to lick you way up under my skirt and, well, and..."

"We agreed I wouldn't try to get physically sexual with you. But that would be fun if you wanted me to."

"No, thank you. Yes, dear, you've licked me before. Just not like that. Not so close to my... uh... sex.. I'm out of my depth here. I hate not knowing how to handle myself, and you, innocently, keep reminding me that I don't know what's going on."

"I've got an idea about that. We can talk about it during my girl time tomorrow."

"Fine. Now, I'm sorry. If you can get around my behaving so badly, would you like to try that again?"

She smiled for the first time tonight, "Really? Yes!"

"OK, let me go back in my office, give me a few minutes to get back into my work, then come in again."

Purrrrrrr.

We played out her scenario. I patted her, again, she licked me again, and I didn't freak out. I sat at my desk to try to work. She crawled into my lap and lay there purring while I petted her. This works better with a real kitten, or even a cat. I didn't get much work done, but it obviously made her happy. After the way I'd behaved I decided she deserved it.

I contented myself with just reading, holding documents with one hand, while patting her with my other. Presently, I realized she was asleep and I stopped reading to look at her. How could she do that? Her position was more than precarious.

As I looked at her I traced the curve of her behind, the fullness of her breasts tucked between her arms in her curled up position. Her tail hanging off the chair. I stroked her around the curves and ran her tail through my fingers. I was getting aroused.

I stopped suddenly, she'd smell my arousal with her face so near me. I didn't want her to... then mentally shrugged. What did it matter? She knew she turned me on. That didn't keep me from being embarrassed by it.

"Touch me, Megan."

I jumped. I'd been so into my thoughts I hadn't noticed she'd woken up. Worse, I didn't notice that I was cupping one of her ass cheeks in my left hand, my finger tips were less than an inch from her pussy.

"Penny..."

"Do you want to touch me?"

"Yes."

She did something that seemed damn near acrobatic. It was lithe, graceful, and confusing. But she ended with her elbows on my desk, her bottom in my lap, and her knees hooked over the arms of my chair, her pussy pulled open by her spread legs. She was awesome to behold.

"Megan?"

I looked up into her face.

"Take a breath."

She was right. I hadn't been breathing. But more than that, taking a breath put her aroma in my nose.

She said, "I can't touch you from here without falling on the floor. You're totally safe."

I let my eyes roam her body. I glanced up and saw her watching me closely.

"Use your fingers with your eyes. Touch where you look."

Attention told me she was feeling mischievous, and was aroused as well. I looked to her pussy, right there just below my breasts. She was open and the light glittered off the moisture inside.

"Fingers."

I put my left hand on her knee, extended my index finger and touched her slit.

"Gently. Touch me with your eyes and with your finger tip."

I whispered, "Alright," and did what she said. Just barely touching her labia. Then let my eyes roam again, with my finger following. Circled her belly button, slid up between her breasts, up her throat, and to her mouth. As I ran my finger across her lips she kissed it, barely puckering her lips.

I was getting wet. Not only was I "safe" from her touching me, but with her ass so firmly in my lap, but I was safe from touching myself too. I traced back down her throat, up the curve of her breast, and found her nipple. It was up hard, her areola crinkled around it. I looked to the other one and remembered to follow. I ran my finger across to join my eyes. Same thing on the other one.

I ran my eyes down her chest and belly again, my finger following, then over her vulva and down to her tail plug and touched that. We were both breathing hard now. She'd swollen down here since my last trip through. I could see, just barely, her clitoral hood being pressed up by her engorging clit. Well, follow your eyes. I touched it, stroked it very very gently. And heard an almost subliminal moan.

I glanced up at her face. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip. Watching her face now, I quickly wet my thumb in my mouth then slipped into her folds below her clit then drew it slowly up until it was hard up against her nub.

I heard her whisper, "Please."

Her eyes were still closed, her chest and those magnificent breasts moving up and down with her aroused breathing. She licked her lips then bit her lower lip again. I started rubbing her clit firmly, then stroking the insides of her thighs with my other hand.

She said,"Oh, oh, Oh, OH!" with each word a different volume. Some quiet, some fairly loud. She suddenly arched her back and keened, long, loud, and high pitched. I could see she was going to collapse, so I reached out, got my hand behind her neck and held her up. I continued to rub until her squirming made it obvious she'd had enough. I hugged her to me. Her arms when around my neck and she sobbed into my shoulder.

I thought "What the hell?" but my Attention quickly settled that she wasn't upset. She was ecstatically joyful. She still had her behind in my lap, her legs over the arms of the chair, and didn't seem to be in any discomfort. I patted her and stroked her and cried more and more quietly until she fell asleep again.

She seemed to be comfortable. I leaned my chair back, put my feet up on my desk, and let myself fall asleep too.

I woke some time later to an odd sensation. I quickly realized that she was licking my neck and very gently rubbing her sex against my lap.

"Penny?"

'Hmmm. My pussy is stretched so wide open. It feels so, so good. What's this skirt made of? The texture is wonderful."

Penny?"

She rubbed herself a little harder. I was at a loss for what to do. Dump her on the floor? A quick check told me she was still asleep. Wake her up?

"Oh, Megan!"

She sat up suddenly, put her hands on my shoulders and pressed me down into the chair. Her hips were moving at a furious rate, her breasts bouncing so beautifully. Her eyes flew open and she looked into my face, but I'm not sure she really saw me.

"Oh, OH MEGAN!"

I said, "Penny!"

"Oh, no, no, not, don't make me stop, I'm almost there... almost there... almost... all, uh, all..."

Then a scream. It sounded like she was being flayed alive. It was awesome and it was frightening. She screamed again, raising her wide arms into the air above her, looking like she was trying to embrace the universe. She wiggled around in my lap for several second, then lowered her arms and wrapped them around herself. She sat there sort of vibrating, hugging herself and moaning for another minute. Then looked at me, smiling broadly.

"Oh, Megan. That was wonderful."

I looked up at her. "I'm glad. What was, dear?"

"What you did to me earlier. And what you let me do just now. Thank you."

"Penny, about that earlier."

She put her hands over her hears. "Oh don't tell me it was wrong. You enjoyed it. I enjoyed it. I know you enjoyed it. You did enjoy it, didn't you?"

She looked doubtful, and a little scared, then lowered her hands to her breasts. I don't think she was even aware she was pulling on her nipples.

"Yes, Penny. I enjoyed it. But..."

"No, please, just this once, just this time, don't say "but." Let's just be happy about what happened."

I reached up, put my hands on her shoulders then ran them down over her breasts, cupping her nipples in the palms of my hands. I held them for just a moment, the moved them to her waist..

"Alright, dear. Now, could you climb off of me? I don't know how you stayed in such a position for so long, but I need to get up."

She reached between my arms and body on both sides, put her hands on the arms of my chair, and did a hand stand over me. Then pushed off and landed, standing, on the floor beside me. She went down on all fours and ran from the room. I looked down and, as expected, my skirt was a mess. I was going to have to wash it before I could send it to be cleaned.

It had been fun. And I was terribly horny. I considered calling her back to... to what? Service me? I smiled at that thought.

I knew she'd do it in a second. And she'd be delighted. And I'd feel guilty. If not right way, then certainly later. I got up and took of my skirt, holding it up to get a better look at it. My hand went between my legs. Yes, my panties were soaked.

I was standing there with one hand between my legs, holding my skirt in the other, when my Attention detected emotion near by. I looked up to see Penny in the hall outside my open office door, in her cat pose, watching me.

She said, in a matter of fact, "You won't let me help you with that, will you?"

"Thank you, no."

"I didn't think so. Do you want me to watch you?"

"Yes."

She looked surprised. I was surprised.

"You're full of monosyllables tonight, Megan."

She moved into the room then sat a few feet away and, again, took up grooming herself, but watching me. I dropped the skirt and, blushing furiously, slipped my panties down enough to let me get at myself. I started rubbing my open hand over my pussy. I couldn't watch her, but I couldn't not watch her either. So I kept looking to her than away.

Once I'd started she just sat there. Watching me intently. She didn't play with herself. She acted as if there was nothing at all she'd rather be doing. I was so turned on it wasn't going to take long. We both knew it. And it was going to be big.

She got up on all fours and said, "I'm not going to touch you. Please don't stop."

She went around behind me an, after a few moment, I heard my desk chair moving. I glanced around and she was pushing it with her forehead. She got it right behind me, touching the backs of my legs. Then came around and sat in front of me again, watching me.

She licked her lips, like... well, like I was the mouse and she was the cat. But she kept her place. But that gesture did it. I had a vision of her rushing to mash her face into my pussy and I came. Hard. I screamed and my legs turned to jelly. She jumped up just like a cat, put her paws on chest below my breasts and pushed me backwards. I fell back into the chair and found myself rubbing harder. I came again. And once more. Each one more intense than the last.

Usually I prefer to rub myself more and more slowly after I've come. To come down from the experience more pleasantly. This time I just couldn't do it. I was completely spent, I just lay there panting. I felt, more than saw, Penny take my hands and pull me into a sitting position. I looked up and saw that her collar and ears were gone.

She said, "Some along, baby. Let's get you showered and into bed."

I let her pull me to my feet. She put her arm around my waist and helped me along. I noticed her collar, ears and tail laying on the rug as we left the room.



Penny and Megan Pt. 07



Sunday, July 6, 2014, And just a little bit more

I came into the living room and found her, again, sitting in front of the TV, but this time watching children's cartoons.

I'd woken up in my bed, nude, freshly bathed, and with my hair done. I not at all clear on what happened after Penny helped me out of my office. I firmly put aside any thoughts that she might have taken advantage of me while I was out of it.

I did clearly remember her tucking me into bed, kissing me, and leaving the room. Several minutes later she leaped up on the bed, waking me up. She had her kitten things on. She licked my face then curled up on the foot of the bed. When I woke this morning she wasn't there.

And now here she was watching cartoons. She was nude, wearing her cat things, and using her "regal" cat pose. Back more straight, head up, breasts thrust out more. She didn't seem to have heard me. I watched her for a few seconds, then looked to see she was watching Sylvester and Tweety Bird.

I memory drifted back to me. I said, not too loudly, "I taught I thaw a puddy tat."

Apparently loud enough. She turned to stare at me, her mouth open in surprise.

She shut her mouth for a moment, then said "A joke. You mad a cat joke."

But she wasn't smiling. "Well, yes. I saw you there, your ears, your tail out behind you, and, well, I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offended you."

"'Offend me'? No, I'm just in shock. I love it! I've been here for weeks and it's the first time you've made a joke. Have you ever made a joke before?"

I answered, "Not one that was funny."

She replied, "You still haven't, but it was cute. Thank you."

She considered me for a moment. "Not all jokes are funny, Megan."

I said, "Some of them are pretty mean."

"Yes, but I didn't mean that. I mean some jokes say things or are ironic or, well you know."

"I agree with that. So what did that joke tell you?"

She smiled and turned back to the TV, and once again, in that sing song voice, said "I'm gonna win!"

I sighed at her and turned to the kitchen. I said over my shoulder "Do you want breakfast at the table or in your bowl?"

"Bowl, please."

I prepared scrambled eggs and sausage. Cut hers up into her bowl and put it down. Then filled my own plate and put it at my place at the table. Filled her water bowl. Gave her a small bowl of milk.

I turned to call her then though about it. How did I call my cat? Mostly he never came, no matter what I tried, so I wasn't sure what Penny would respond to. Then I figuratively slapped myself on the forehead. She'd respond to anything I used. I usually just yelled "Penny, breakfast."

I smiled and called, "Here, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty."

I heard the TV go off and her four footed run coming. She pushed the door open and looked up at me smiling.

"Breakfast, dear."

She stropped herself around and between my legs than ran over and started eating.

I sat sipping my coffee watching her.

["Mother?"]

["Just a minute, dear."]

I waited a few seconds then starting eating. It took about three minutes.

["Yes, dear?"]

["If Penelope started painting again, could you get them out to the art community without giving away her location?"]

["Of course. Get her to sign an agent's contract with me. She still wants to?"]

["I'm pretty sure she will, if I can guarantee she won't end up dragged back into the public eye."]

["We'll have to be careful with shipping and so forth. And if paintings start showing up in my gallery, someone is going to look into my family. Can you keep her out of sight at your end?"]

I gave her a view of Penny.

["Would this do it?"]

["Or get her humiliated if anyone made the connection that your "cat" is Penelope Connors."]

["Mother, I think this woman is incapable of being humiliated."]

She hit me with what felt like a change of subject. Later on, I wasn't so sure it was.

["Have you decided to keep her?"]

I said, ["How can I?"]

["Not the answer you gave me the last time, dear."]

I said, ["No, it isn't. It's hard to argue with how happy she is like this."]

["Or how happy you are with her there."]

She continued, ["Put aside your prejudices, dear. Did you know that she's worth fifteen million dollars?"]

["She's not broke?"]

["See, there you are, dear. If she were anyone else you'd have check her background the day after you met her. You'd have known. You want her. You've wanted her from the start."]

I struggled with the idea for a moment, then gave in, ["I guess you're right."]

["When you can say "Yes," instead of "I guess," you'll know you're ready."]

["I see that. But I can't just yet."]

["I know. But you might let the girl be a cat while you're working it out. She's so much happier that way."]

I corrected her, without thinking bout it, ["Kitten, mother.]

Then, after thinking for a few seconds, I added, ["I will, mother."]

["You're a good girl, Megan. Just a bit pig headed."]

Before I could reply, she went on.

["Oh and about that money. She hasn't touched it in three years. But she has called her lawyer regularly to direct how it's handled. You said she wasn't stupid. From what I hear, she's a clever financial planner."]

["Thank you, Mother."]

["Any time, dear. When you've settled in with her, bring her around. I'd like watch her play with a ball of yarn."]

I smiled, ["You're evil, mother."]

["Surely you hadn't just now figured that out? Gotta run, dear. Good luck."]

["Thanks again, see you later."]

I'd finished eating without even noticing it. Penny wasn't quite done yet. I sat there smiling at her.

She glanced back at me, as she often did, then looked over her should again looking at me intently. She'd stopped eating.

I said, "Finish your breakfast, Kitty."

She started chewing again then gradually looked away, her attention on her food.

I found myself unable to control my smile. I could suppress it for a few seconds, but as soon as I relaxed a bit it came back. A gentle smile of contentment and anticipation.

She finished her milk then sat there grooming herself. I got my brush out of my purse.

"Here, kitty."

She came over to me. I signed her to turn around then slid forward on my chair, my knees to each side of her shoulders, and started brushing her hair. She purred. If I closed my eyes it sounded just like a cat purring. I brushed far longer than it made any sense to. I was enjoying it, and so was she. She never stopped purring. I touched her lightly with my attention. She was thoroughly satisfied with life.

'Penny?"

"Yes, Megan."

"You've convinced me you're happy this way. You can drop the girl time, if you want."

I thought she'd be excited and maybe worried. And I could sense she was, but she showed no sign. No body language, no quickened breath. Nothing.

"Thank you, Megan. Do I have to leave now?"

"Of course not. This is your home for as long as you want it to be."

The worry went away.

"I think I'll still be a girl sometimes. I like spending time with you that way."

She looked up at me over her shoulder.

"Only with you."

I was excited.. Fortunately, she didn't have any Attention."I know. That's fine, baby."

"Are you going to claim me?"

"Not just yet, Penny."

She waited

"You didn't correct yourself this time. You really mean "not yet,' don't you?"

"Yes. I need some time, Penny."

She turned to face away from me again, settled into "regal cat."

"I can wait. Pet me, please."

I put the brush aside and patted her. Stroking her hair from between her cat ears as far down her back as I could reach. She continued to purr.

We sat there for quite some time. Might have been a half hour. Maybe more. It took me that long to work up to the next step for me.

"Penny, how does a kitty girl make love to a woman."

She gasped.

"It would be easier to show you."

I took a deep breath and held it.

"Go ahead."

I could Sense that she was yammering around inside her own head she was so excited. Her thoughts were thoroughly disorganized.

She continued to face away from me. I continued to stroke her hair.

"Are you wearing panties?"

I was wearing a skirt and blouse and sandals. And, yes, panties and a bra.

"Yes. Should I take them off?"

"Please. And pull your skirt up around your waist."

"Should I just undress?"

"If you're alright doing that. I thought you'd feel more comfortable with some clothes on."

"You're right. I'll keep my blouse on.

I stood up, pushed the chair back and stepped clear of her. She still hadn't moved. I pushed my panties and skirt down around my sandals and stepped out of them. I kicked them aside, the sandals rattling across the floor. Removed my blouse, then my bra, then put the blouse back on, but didn't button it.

"What should I do now, Penny?"

"Sit in the chair, please. Scoot you ass forward to the edge. Or would you be more comfortable on the couch?"

"Yes, I think I would."

"Go ahead, I'll be right there."

I walked into the living room. For a moment I stopped looking at the huge uncovered picture window. But the street was hundreds of yards away, on the other side of a row of big trees. I could hardly see any pavement from here. And the few houses I could see in the distance were tiny. Someone would have to point a telescope in here to see me.

I shrugged and walked to the couch and sat down as she'd told me. The kitchen door flapped open and I watched Penny circle the room before heading towards me. It was a turn on just watching her move. She rubbed her face against my inner thighs starting at my knees. She moved up rubbing from side to side as she got closer to my pussy.

"Megan, would you like me to trim this for you?"

"You can't un un..."

"Yes I can, but we'll both enjoy it more if I trim this first."

She looked up at my face,"Or even take it all off."

I bit my lips for a second then said, "Go ahead."

She smiled then leaned forward and kissed me on my slit.

"'Yes,' which, Megan? Trim it or remove it?"

I swallowed hard and closed my eyes. "Remove it."

She left me there but was back quickly. I fidgeted the whole time. I couldn't look at my own body, I kept looking at the ceiling, the fire place, the TV, anything but my own body.

She knelt between my legs, had me lift up to put a towel under me, then started working shaving gel into my bush.. I watched her with real interest.

"Penny, are you a cat right now?"

"Kitten, yes. Why?"

"How do kittens use tools?"

She smiled at that. "That's up to you, Mistr... Megan.. I can be whatever kind of kitten you want. If you say I only have paws, then I can't use tools. Is that what you want?"

"No, I just wondered."

"Assume I'm a very clever kitten."

She purred as she started shaving me. With a straight razor. I'd never seen one used in real life. I watched her face, I touched her with my Attention. There was love there. And joy. And care. She loved me, she cared about me. And I knew I felt both for her.

She did little bits at a time. There was no pain. I didn't even feel the hair coming off. She frequently wiped the blade on a towel she had over my left thigh. In a few minutes I was bare.

"Megan, do you want to do the full job?"

"What?"

"Put your feet upon the couch."

"Oh."

She wanted me to expose my ass hole to her.

She gelled me from the bottom of my pussy and up to above my rear hole. She continued shaving me. Soon she was done, she wiped me clean with the other side of the towel.

"How does it feel?"

I ran my hand over it. This was much smoother than the time I'd done it for my boyfriend. Another thing she was good at. She leaned forward to rub her face on my nude mound. I moved my hand out of her way, then patted her as she snuggled into my mound.

She said, "I could stay here forever."

I said, "I could have you do it forever. Do you want skip the sex part?"

She sat up straight, "Oh, no. You said I could and I'm going to. Are you ready?"

I said, "No, not really. Go ahead."

"You're very brave in a scared little mouse kind of way."

She started licking me on my smooth bump, just touching on my pussy lips. She opened me slowly, and found me already wet inside. She was slow, gentle, and it felt like something inevitable was finally happening. I knew from the first lick that I was going to come hard. I was going to be her bitch while she had her hands and tongue inside me. And only a tiny part of me cared. And that part stopped nagging me after a couple of minutes.

It took a long, long time. Well over an hour. She brought me slowly up to a boil. Making me move my ass just by sucking on my clit or biting my labia and pulling. She eventually inserted her fingers and probed around to find the best spots. Her tongue never stopped, but didn't stay on my clit the whole time. She traveled around inside my folds. Even licked my ass hole.

She got me closer and closer, not teasing, not edging, just a slow steady climb to the mountain tops. Then while I already had my butt off the couch, straining to push myself into her mouth, she hit me with a dozen or so very quick and very hard licks while she sucked my clit into her mouth. I went off like an explosion. I screamed once, then switched to growling and groaning. Reaching for her with my pussy. She kept working and brought me off twice more.

Then she brought me down slowly. Three was no abrupt end, but rather another ten minutes of diminishing sensations until I landed gently back on the couch.

I went out to the pet store that afternoon and bought her a new collar and had a new name tag made up for it. This one with my name and cell phone number on the back side. Mother was right, I'd wanted her from the start.

She usually was a girl for breakfast, and our little ritual of her carrying my briefcase out to the car, but she no longer bothered with the robe if it was warm enough. Our kiss good bye became far more passionate. My staff noticed I was more cheerful mornings and, more often than not, left the office earlier rather than later.

We have sex about once a day. Usually I'd bring her off, often in that same pose in my office chair. Then after she'd recovered, she'd do me the same way she had in the living room, but in my office chair instead. She shaved me every morning while I took my morning shower.

I broached the idea of her painting again a few days later. She was frightened, but I told her that I was pretty sure I could shield her. I'd be her lawyer and my mother her agent. She readily agreed, and on her own came up with ideas on how to hide the shipments.

We set up a studio in a nearly unused room upstairs. And she started to paint again. And people did try to find her, but my mother stonewalled them very well. Nobody got past her.

I still hadn't formally claimed her, but we both knew it would be soon. We were living in a very odd sort of domestic bliss.

But there was my still my now ex-boyfriend, who had not taken well to my breaking up with him. He was to turn out to be a problem.

(Don't you just hate it when they say, "To be continued..."?)



Penny and Megan Pt. 08



Preface:

I left a bit of a cliff hanger on the last installment. A reference to trouble with Megan's ex-boyfriend. Well, the truth of the matter is that I've written that part about six times now and can't get it to read correctly. I think, perhaps, I was getting too anxious to have P&M end in Part 10 and tried to do too much too fast. There are some other concerns in their lives which need to be covered before we deal with him.

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Saturday, August 2, 2014, "Mistress."

It had been a month since Penny first had sex with me and I'd told her I was going to claim her. It didn't happen all at once, but I realized I really was happy with her. I'd expected her to spend almost all her time as the kitten. And she did spend most of her time that way, but she also spent several hours a day as a woman. Usually nude, which I'd taken some time to adjust to.

I still tended to wear panties and a t-shirt around the house but, sometimes, would do without one or the other, which delighted Penny. She's convinced me to spend a Saturday nude. I enjoyed it, to an extent, but I still had some body image issues to get over. My small breasts, height, and how thin I was made me self conscious. Especially around her enticing voluptuousness.

She commonly did her cat things, lick my hands or face, rub her body around my legs, climb in my lap an so on. But if I wasn't wearing panties, once in a while she'd attack my pussy with her mouth. And she was right when she said she was very good. I really had just seconds to stop her during one of these attacks before she had me. At those moments I really wondered who was in charge?

She did whatever I told her, but when she took me this way I was helpless. If I was standing, I had to grab something and hang on. A few times she made one of these attacks then stopped just before I came. She called it "edging." She be going at me furiously then just turn and walk away.

She'd go sit a few feet away and groom herself, leaving me to either try to calm down or to finish myself off while she watched. She said she loved watching me masturbate. After this happened a few times I guess I came to believe her because I always did when she did this to me. And, again I wondered while doing it, who's really the mistress?

She also started to bite me sometimes, usually when I was petting her. In an odd bit of acceptance, I didn't think anything of it the first few times. My cat had done the same thing when it was a kitten. I'd become so adjusted to her being a kitten that I'd hardly noticed it.

I was planning to formally claim her tomorrow. I had bought her a new collar and had a gold tag made for it. One of those with "My name is" on the front and "If found, please call" on the back. Her name and my cell phone number. I'd also bought her new ears and a tail, having gathered a sample of her hair from her brush and paid to have them made to match.

Penny rarely just up and offered opinions, and didn't talk much about her past. She'd answer anything I asked, but didn't often offer anything without prompting. She wasn't so much secretive as she didn't think her past was important.

So, this Saturday afternoon, with my plans for tomorrow, I decided to ask about her dropping out of the world so suddenly. We'd just finished lunch, which we'd had in the back yard. She from her cat bowls, me the more usual way. I was sitting in the grass, leaning up against one of the light poles along the brick paved path that went to the garage.

She was laying partially on the grass, but with her upper body in my lap. She had the back of her head up against my stomach so we both faced the same direction. I was petting her, from her head down her side and over the swelling of her hips. Every couple of strokes I'd also go further and run her tail through my fingers. I thought that the new one was so much softer and a better match for her hair. I wiggled her cat ears a bit. Her tail and ears had certainly seen a lot of use. I made a mental note to order a couple more sets of the new set, so we'd always have fresh ones on hand.

I said, "Penny, you never did tell me why you dropped out of the word. I understand that you found the pressure to much, but your disappearance was so sudden. Don't tell me if you don't care to, I don't want to raise ghosts for you. I'm just curious."

I could hear the smile in her voice, "I'd fight ghosts for you, Megan."

I was still petting her, but could Sense she was a little bit tense.

I said, "I love you. I see you don't want to. I'm sorry I asked."

She was still quiet, but relaxed.

She said, "I love you too, Megan. I have almost from the start."

Another pause. Then, "I'll tell you."

I said, "Please, I don't need..."

She cut me off, "Hush."

I smiled down at her. She hushed me from time to time when she wanted to say something. I don't think she was even aware of how inconsistent that was with the idea that she was supposed to be the submissive in this relationship.

She began...

"Why I disappeared you know. I realized very suddenly that I was becoming something I didn't want to be. I didn't want to be an "inspiration to young artists" or a role model or anything else. I just wanted to paint. I found that so much of my time was being taken up with public appearances and speeches and gallery openings and what not that I didn't have much time to paint. And when I did I got interrupted or was distracted and my work wasn't the same."

She asked, "You had a cat you raised from a kitten, right?"

I said, "Yes. My parent's thought it would teach me responsibility. I guess they were right."

I didn't mention that almost every child with Powers was given a pet. Cats were favored because of their independence. The child had to learn to get along with them rather than make them submit to the child's will.

She asked again, "So, you had to take care of it?"

I replied, "Him, yes. I got him as a barely weaned kitten for my fifth birthday."

"Well, mine was different. My parent's got me a kitten that was born the same day I was. As I grew up he was always there. He didn't get a name until I gave him one. Everyone just called him "cat" or "kitty" or "the cat" until then."

She said, in a quieter tone, "That's why I love it so much when you call me 'kitty'. Memories."

She continued, back at her normal tone. "When I did give him a name, I was still pretty young. Learning to name things by what they did. Chairs were 'sit on's' and telephones were 'talk to' and so on. I guess it wasn't surprising that I called the cat 'Meee,' after the sound he made when he wanted attention."

"Over time that got shortened to 'Me'."

The memories jumped back into my mind. One of the oddities of 'Penelope' was that she always brought this small orange cat with her wherever she went. Places with restrictions against animals had to either make an exception for Me, or Penelope wouldn't appear.

But she was still talking, "Me was sort of a security blanket for me. People tried out all kinds of ideas about why his name was 'Me,' but, oddly, nobody ever just asked me. I guess they liked their wild theories better."

"And, of course, my handlers were forever trying to get me to give up taking him everywhere and got quite angry with me when some place wouldn't make an exception and I didn't show up. I wished I could have been strong like that about other things."

I Sensed her turn sad. "He died that day in Chicago the morning before the opening. Natural causes, he was pretty old by then, for a cat. I wanted to cancel my appearance, to fly him home, to my parent's, and bury him. My manager said I couldn't do that, the show was too important."

"I went to the opening, but wasn't paying much attention to anything. Among other things, I couldn't figure out what to do with my left arm. He snuggled in between my body and my left arm, under my breast, when I had to be on my feet. The space there felt empty and I was fretting that someone would throw him in the trash before I could get him home."

She was quiet for a long time. I could Sense that it wasn't time to interrupt. I waited. Her mood changed, turned angry.

"Then my manager said, 'Jesus, Penelope, lighten up. It was just a cat."

"And, for a moment, I was strong. I said, 'You're fired,' turned to leave and collapsed to the floor, sitting, hugging my legs to my chest with my face in my knees and cried and cried and cried. My publicist, who happened to be there, got the gallery manager to clear the room then had my body guard..."

She paused. "I had a body guard, for crying out loud, Megan!"

She continued, "...had my body guard pick me up and carry me out. Called an ambulance and I went to the hospital. Then she did her best to hush it all up. She and the body guard are still on my payroll, but they managed my charitable interests now."

She'd calmed down and just lay there. 

When I Sensed she was calm enough, I asked, "So that's why you decided to become a kitten?"

She rolled over and look up into my eyes.

"No. I'm not a kitten as a tribute to Me or anything like that. I tried it out before I was ten years old. He seemed like the happiest creature I ever encountered. I tried it and loved it. I've always loved it. But after I dropped out of the world I realized I could do it with someone else, so I got into the BDSM and pet play communities. I wanted someone to take care of me. I'm pretty submissive, though, and that led me into the wrong company."

She smiled, "But it also led me to you."

She started nuzzling my breasts. "Take your clothes off, Megan."

I asked, "Aren't you the submissive here?"

She giggled then said, "Please take your clothes off, Megan."

I ran my hand across her belly and down between her legs. She spread them apart for me. She was wet, but I'd known that from my Sense. I usually play around a bit, slowly opening her then finding her clit and sort of petting it. Working up to really trying to bring her off.

This time I went straight for her clit, and rubbed it hard. She let out a mewling sound, arched her back, and grabbed at her own breasts. I used my other arm to pull her up to me and closed my mouth over hers.

I'd had a months or practice manipulating her body. I knew her very well and, as much as she could to me, I could do whatever I wanted with her. This time I brought her to orgasm in just about two minutes. And, of course, I could Sense what she was feeling which gave me a huge edge in getting the response I wanted from her body. Just before she came I broke the kiss and watched her face.

She screamed in a very human manner but also made cat like noises. I could hear her voice echo off the house and garage. If we'd had close neighbors I'm sure they'd have come to see who'd been killed. I cuddled her, rubbing her slowly between her legs and on her belly, while she came down.

When she was almost recovered, just breathing a bit hard, I gently laid her on the grass then stood up and started removing my clothes. When she opened her eyes I was already topless and had kicked off my shoes. I quickly removed my jeans and panties.

I leaned back against the light pole, reached over my head to grab it with both hands, spread my legs, then just stared into her eyes. She rolled over then sat up in her royal cat pose. I Sensed her lust as she scanned me up and down. In situations like this, Sensing how she felt when she looked at me, I felt beautiful.

I thrust my hips out towards her. She meowed the same way she sometimes did when I put her food bowl down and advanced on me. Those sensuous cat like movements. She paw climbed up my front until her face, her mouth, was right in front of my bare pussy. Bare because she shaved me every morning. I thrust my hips out again, "kissing" her mouth with my outer labia.

She looked straight into my eyes, locked into my eyes, held me with her eyes and slowly moved her mouth over my sex, cover the upper part of my slit with her wide open lips. Still holding my gaze, she extended the flat of her tongue and licked my from my opening up over my already swollen clit.

I convulsed and was thankful I had a firm grip on the light pole. God, I was so turned on I was going to come whatever she did to me. I felt her hand moving up my left thigh then two fingers plunged into my dripping hole. I shuddered again and she licked me again. The same way. And got the same reaction. I was breathing hard and could hear myself whimpering. I couldn't maintain eye contact. My back arched, my neck curled back and, for a moment, I was looking at the sky before my eyes slid shut. My entire sensation was focused between my legs.

I heard, and felt, her growl into my clit. She curled her fingers around inside me and hit that special spot. The rubbed it hard and licked me one more time, but so, so slowly. Putting pressure on my poor nub. As the tip of her tongue reached my clit she closed her lips over it and sucked it into her mouth, where she licked it hard and fast.

I came with a scream and nearly forgot to hold onto the light post. My knees gave out and I slid down it until I was kneeling with my back to it. I pushed off and came down on all fours. I knelt there trying to catch my breath, Feeling the tremors going through me when I felt her licking me from behind. I screeched and pulled away, but I'd come again too. I collapsed onto my belly then rolled over looking at the sky.

I looked around for Penny. She was stalking me like a cat stalks a rat. Well, she was stalking my pussy. I put my hands over it and closed my legs.

"No, Penny. Too much."

She sat and started grooming herself again.

She said, "If we're together long enough, you'll learn to take a lot more than that."

I raised my head and said, "Are you sure you don't want to be the Dominant in this relationship?"

She stopped. Then turned to look directly at me. "Do you want me to be?"

I dropped my head back on the grass and thought about that.

After a few seconds, "No. I like being in charge. But it seems that you want to run things. I don't understand."

She said, "It's called topping from the bottom. Yes, I guess I do. Do you want me to stop."

And something stirred inside me. I had an insight into what it meant to be a Dominant and what it meant to handle a submissive.

I said, "Yes, if you want to suggest something to me, you can. But you'll do so respectfully. Understood?"

I Sensed her mood change. A rush of lust, a rush of... I wasn't sure what to call it. I'd never experienced the emotion before in myself or anyone else. I came, in the weeks that followed, to think of it as her submission. She was comforted by my being authoritative.

She replied, "Yes, Megan."

I turned my head so I could see her face. And, without any hesitation, I said, "Mistress."

She gasped, her eyes went wide, and her mouth hung open for a moment.

She replied, "Yes, Mistress."

I put my right arm out to her, she cat walked over to me and I gathered her into a snuggle, her head on my shoulder, her body against my side, with her arm and leg over my body. I wrapped my right arm around her body, my hand falling into the curve at her waist.

We could feel that we were going to fall asleep out there on the lawn, beside the walkway, under the lamp post and the dimming sky.

Just as we were fading off, she said, "I love you, Mistress."

I said, "I love you too, little kitten."



Penny & Michael's Forbidden Fun



INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - In this story, we travel back to 1962 and meet Penny Parker, a prim & proper Senior at a Catholic high school, who starts having erotic feelings about her fellow classmate, Michael McCarthy, who has a reputation for being the school bad boy. 

Have fun, and enjoy your trip back to America in the early 60s. Check out the cultural references to the time, and the predictions the characters make about the future. If you were also curious about what goes on in the girls' locker room, showers and bathroom, you are in for a treat here.

I love writing stories set in the past, and intend to write more stories set in the 20th Century, taking place in America, England and Australia.

Please note that all characters and events are fictional, and any similarity to real people living or dead is coincidental. All characters who engage in sexual activity, appear naked or semi-naked are 18-years-old or older. 

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PENNY PARKER looked into Michael McCarthy's handsome face framed by dark brown hair, and both leaned forward, their lips first touching in a light kiss, which soon became a deeper and more passionate French kiss.

Alone in the empty classroom, Michael stroked Penny's long blonde hair, and moved his hands down to around her back, embracing her. Penny followed suit, and the two 18-year-olds ran their hands over each other. Each felt the other's body through the Catholic school uniforms they wore; Michael a white shirt, navy blue trousers and blue tie; and Penny a white blouse, knee-length light and dark blue tartan skirt, and on her feet white ankle socks and black leather school shoes.

Penny could feel the excitement from between her legs, and her panties getting damp. Inside her bra, her nipples also tingled. She and Michael stopped kissing and caressing, and Penny leaned back in a chair, opening her legs so Michael could see the white cotton panties that covered her moist crotch. Michael got down on his knees, opened Penny's legs wider and put his head under her skirt, his tongue flicking against the saddle of her panties, pushing the cotton into her vagina. Penny squirmed and squealed with pleasure.

After a while, Michael pulled his head out from under Penny's skirt, and they again French-kissed. Penny could see that the front of Michael's trousers were bulging, and reached out to unfasten them. She put her hand into his underpants, freeing and caressing his rock-hard penis.

Michael moaned in delight, before Penny withdrew her hand and went to lean over a desk. She lifted her skirt, pulled her panties down to her ankles and stood with the firm cheeks of her bare bottom on display. Michael licked and kissed her buttocks, then moved her legs apart further. The soft, pink lips of her vagina came into view, and further back her tight, darker pink anal opening was also visible. Michael's hands moved to her pubic mound, running through the curls of blonde hair. He moved his mouth over to Penny's vagina, and began to lick, teasing her clitoris and going deeper and deeper inside, his tongue flicking the damp entrance to her birth canal. His tongue strokes became longer and deeper, traversing the entire length of her vagina, before moving backwards, slowly and tantalizingly, before stopping when it reached her tight anus. Penny closed her eyes with the pure pleasure of a tongue circling against the entrance to her back passage, waves of excitement surging through her vagina and rectum.

When Michael withdrew his tongue he gave the area between the cheeks of Penny's bottom a few licks, then caressed her body from behind, his hands over her breasts, teasing her tight nipples through the fabric of her blouse and bra. Penny could feel Michael's erection against her thighs, and was only too happy to bend over further, her vagina completely exposed.

Penny braced when she felt Michael's penis entering her virginal vagina, every inch sliding up deep inside. The girl brushed aside her feelings of Catholic guilt; in a parochial school classroom with a crucifix above the blackboard, wearing her uniform, bent over a desk with her panties around her ankles, a boy with his penis fully inserted in her vagina.

"Yes, yes, yes," said Penny, as Michael began to slide back and forth, his strokes becoming faster and deeper. Penny trembled and the moisture from her vagina ran down her thighs. Michael moved around inside her in a circular motion, increasing her pleasure more and more, then changed to short, sharp, shallow strokes. The intermittent pleasurable feelings from her vagina became stronger and stronger, becoming one pure wave of delight, which spread further up into her rectum. It reached a crescendo, with Penny feeling Michael's penis explode in her vagina, the sticky substance filling her birth canal.

Penny screamed when she reached her climax, the muscles of her vagina and rectum tightening and a rush of feminine liquid coming out of her vulva, as Penny awoke and sat up in bed, disoriented until she took in the familiar surroundings of her room, and realized she had been dreaming.

Penny looked at her alarm clock, the numbers just visible when she squinted in the darkness of the bedroom - it was five o'clock in the morning. The girl lay back on her pillow, still waking up and contemplating her vivid dream, becoming aware that her panties were wet, not merely damp, but absolutely soaking.

"Oh no, it's that time of the month again," Penny thought. Six days of a sanitary belt holding bulky napkins in place between her legs, stomach cramps, menstrual mishaps like this morning ... Penny sighed and wished that there was a feminine product that could make managing her period easier. She didn't much care for tampons, for some reason she always felt bloated when using one, but if only there were pads that women could somehow fix to their panties when they were menstruating instead of having to fasten to a belt, it would make things so much better. However, Penny doubted that such a product was realistic.

Penny went to get out of bed, then paused. Her last period had finished just a week ago, and unless she had somehow slept for three weeks, or something was very wrong with her cycle, it could not be this. Also she always felt on edge, more easily angered or upset, when it was her period, and she didn't feel like that today. With a sudden surge of horror, Penny thought she might have wet the bed, but within seconds she discarded this theory. The wet feeling in her panties and between her legs was too sticky to be this, and she would not need to go to the toilet like she did now.

Penny pulled down the sheet and blanket, and lifted up her nightdress to investigate. She pulled back her panties to reveal her damp pubic hair, and allowed her fingers to feel inside her soaking vagina. She withdrew her hand and sniffed her fingers. It was just her normal, feminine smell that scented the saddle of her panties when she changed them every day, but she had never been this wet before. It had completely soaked through the double cotton of the saddle on her white panties, her vulva was drenched, and the liquid had flowed backwards to her anus and between the cheeks of her bottom.

Getting out of bed, Penny collected some fresh panties and walked down the hallway to the bathroom. Due to the early hour, none of her family were awake, and Penny was careful to keep as quiet as possible, with the floorboards creaking under her bare feet.

Reaching the bathroom, Penny turned on the light, and closed and locked the door. She walked over to the toilet, put down the seat, then lifted her nightdress, pulled down her panties and sat on the toilet. Penny felt the relief flow from her bladder, her pee splashing into the bowl and the sound echoing around the bathroom. When she had finished urinating, Penny unwound a few sheets of toilet paper from the roll, opened her legs and wiped herself.

Penny stood up, pulled up her panties, smoothed down her nightdress and flushed the toilet. She stood at the sink, washing her hands and using a tissue to wipe the sleep from the corners of her big blue eyes. An incredibly pretty girl, Penny looked great even having just awoken at this early hour. She brushed her teeth, then rinsed out her mouth.

After what had happened Penny knew she needed a shower, so she took off her nightdress and panties, and ran the shower, stepping under the warm water, the warm droplets spraying over her perfect, slim figure, her C-cup breasts and running down her shapely legs to her pretty bare feet.

Penny applied a liberal amount of soap to her pubic hair, vagina, the cheeks of her bottom and her anal area, keen to wash away the sticky evidence of whatever had happened this morning. In her life so far, she had never felt that climax of pure ecstasy. Sure, she had felt tingly and damp between her legs before such as when she thought about cute guys, but she was a virgin, and had never self-pleasured herself before. At times she had been guilty of allowing the washcloth linger a little too long when she washed her vagina in the shower or bath, but having been taught that masturbation was a sin, Penny would never dream of doing it.

Rinsing down her legs, Penny contemplated her vivid dream further. She couldn't believe that she had dreamed of allowing a boy to touch and lick her anus. Penny would only ever consider using such a private area of her body for the obvious when she sat on the toilet, and even when she married there was no way that she would allow her husband anywhere near there.

Penny thought back to when she was at the library with her friends Barbara and Judy, and the more daring, adventurous Barbara had picked up a book about adolescence in boys. She had read about how boys have wet dreams, but she had never heard of girls having them before. Any equivalent literature about females was mainly concerned with menstruation, breasts and how young women should behave morally and ethically. There was no mention at all of female wet dreams.

Penny turned off the taps and stepped out of the shower, the teenager standing naked on the bathmat, dripping wet from head to toe. She took a towel and began to dry herself, again feeling her vagina tingle when she dried her pubic hair and between her legs.

It was fortunate that her parents couldn't see into her dreams, she thought. Their eldest daughter having sex would have been bad enough, but that she was doing it with Michael McCarthy would have sent them both into spins from which they would never recover. Michael, from a large family that ran an auto repair and body shop in the town, had a reputation at school and in the community for being troublesome and disruptive.

With his three buddies, Joey, Frankie and Tony in tow, Michael would drive teachers and other authority figures mad, yet was so utterly charming and had a natural talent as a comedian that he was impossible to dislike, at least to Penny. And to the frustration of the teachers, having goofed around and disrupted the class, Michael would then turn in a calculus paper with all questions answered to perfection, or an English paper written to University-level standard.

Now dry, Penny pulled up her fresh white cotton panties and put her nightdress on. She collected her damp panties and returned to her room. Penny made a mental note to volunteer to do the laundry as she put her panties into the hamper, not wanting her mother to see the mess she had made of her underwear.

Penny took off her nightdress and put on her bra, then her school uniform - the white blouse, the tie, the blue blazer, the short blue tartan skirt, the white socks and the black shoes - then brushed her hair, and tied it back with a blue ribbon. It was only for another three months that she would need to do this. In June, the class of 1962 would graduate from their Catholic High School in suburban Boston, filled with pristine white houses, picket fences and well-kept gardens, and go their separate ways. Penny hoped that with her A-average, her path would lead to college.

The rest of Penny's family awoke; her father, mother, her younger sister Libby, aged 15 and two younger brothers John and Ben, 12 & 10 respectively. They all went through the usual breakfast routine, and before long Penny was on the bus, then at school for another Monday morning. She greeted her friends, 18-year-old Barbara, a tall attractive girl with long brown hair, and Judy, also 18, a slim, pretty girl with shoulder-length red hair and they talked for a while before home-room.

History and Biology classes were swell for Penny, and the period before lunch was Math. Penny, Judy and Barbara went to their regular seats, just across the way from Michael and his friends. Joey, Frankie and Tony lounged around while Michael, his dark hair slicked back, leaned back in his chair, his feet on the desk, arms behind his head as though he was relaxing watching television.

Penny put her books on her desk and observed Michael out of the corner of her eye. She couldn't stop thinking about him over the past few weeks, and tried to work out why he had occupied her thoughts, and last night her dreams, so much.

Until the year before, Penny had been going steady with her boyfriend Andrew since she was 16, and her parents allowed her to date. However, Penny found Andrew, a year older than she was, tended to control her, insisting that they do things he wanted to do, while denigrating music, movies and other things that Penny liked. Penny ended things between them before summer 1961 started, and Penny, Barbara and Judy had the chance to work at a Summer Camp. When Andrew tried to forbid Penny from attending, she threw his promise ring back at him and ordered him out, taking the summer job and never speaking to him since.

"Michael McCarthy, what have I told you about sitting with your feet on the desk like that?" came the stern voice of Sister Agnes.

Silence came over the room as the nun entered, glaring at Michael. His three friends sat up straight, while Michael removed his feet and sat properly. He flashed Sister Agnes a charming smile. "You said not to sit with my feet on the desk, sister."

"That's right, so why were you sitting like that?" implored the nun.

"I'm sorry sister, I forgot." Michael shook his head and flashed a smile. "My memory."

"Perhaps beating out the blackboard dusters after class will remind you?" said Sister Agnes.

"Yes sister," agreed Michael.

Penny watched this exchange while trying not to laugh. It was impossible not to smile, and Penny put her hand over her mouth, unfortunately just a little too late to avoid the attention of Sister Agnes. The nun walked over to her desk. "Is something amusing you, Miss Parker?"

"No sister," said Penny.

"Clearly you find his antics amusing," said the nun. "Let me give you some advice, Miss Parker. If you find the way Michael McCarthy behaves in any way funny or acceptable, you will end up in big trouble, and go nowhere in your life. Do I make myself clear, young lady?"

"Yes sister," said Penny.

The nun had no intention of letting the two students who had raised her wrath off so lightly. She took out some group assignments, and handed one to Penny. "These are due for the rest of the class on Friday, however you Miss Parker and you Mr. McCarthy will complete these in full before then, and have them on my desk tomorrow."

"Yes sister," said Penny and Michael in unison.

After the bell rang for lunch, Penny, Barbara and Judy made for the girls' room, debating popular music on the way there. "I still think that British music is going to be really big in America in the next few years," Barbara asserted.

"I just don't see it," said Judy.

"Me either," agreed Penny. "Some singers and bands from England will do well over here, but overall I don't think they will dominate the music scene."

The three girls pushed open the door to the girls' bathroom, a long room containing 30 toilet stalls opposite a row of sinks, and stepped inside. Selecting three toilet stalls next to each other, the girls went into them, and closed and locked the doors, the green 'Vacant' turning to a red 'Engaged' on each lock. In unison, Penny, Barbara and Judy lifted up their skirts, pulled down their panties to their ankles and sat on their respective toilets, their feet clad in their white socks and black leather shoes and their lowered cotton panties - Penny's white, Barbara's pink, and Judy's white with blue flowers - visible under the cubicle doors and partitions.

Penny, Barbara and Judy continued to talk as they went to the toilet, and the subject turned to what had happened in math class. "Why did you have to laugh like that, you know what Sister Agnes is like?" asked Judy.

"I didn't plan to," said Penny.

"You'll probably end up doing all the work on the assignment," Barbara asserted. "Just make sure he doesn't slack off."

"He's not that bad," said Penny.

"He's good looking and funny," said Judy, "but not what I'd want in a boyfriend."

"Me either," said Barbara. She unwound some toilet paper, and saw that the roll was getting close to empty. "Could one of you please pass me some more toilet paper?"

"Sorry, I don't have that much in here," Judy called back.

"I've got plenty, I'll pass you some through," said Penny, with the toilet roll in her stall having recently been changed and close to full. She unwound a considerable length of toilet paper, and passed it to Barbara under the partition.

"Thanks," Barbara called back.

The three girls continued to use the bathroom for the next few minutes, before they finished at the same time. Each girl stood up, pulled up her panties and smoothed down her skirt, flushed the toilet she had been using, opening the doors and emerging to wash her hands simultaneously.

As they left the girls' room, they encountered Michael McCarthy, who had just finished his punishment with the dusters. "We'd better arrange a time to meet up and do this math assignment," said Penny. "I could stop by your house on my way home if you like?"

Michael shook his head. "Sorry, that wouldn't be such a good idea. My Grandma is staying with us at the moment, and she's not too well. She thinks that Russian and American satellites can spy into people's houses, and it gets pretty weird and embarrassing when she won't stop talking about it."

Penny smiled. "She should meet my Grandpa and Grandma. Grandma insists that the space program is all a big con, and filmed in a studio in Hollywood. She insists that we will never get to the moon, and also thinks that dinosaurs are made up too. Grandpa pesters Dad every time he visits about how there is going to be this huge war in Vietnam. I don't know where he gets that idea."

"Vietnam?" Michael laughed and looked incredulous. "You never even hear of Vietnam, except in Geography. So, will your house be okay?"

"That should be fine," said Penny. "So, I'll see you then?"

"See you then," said Michael.

Michael went away to join his three friends, and the girls in the other direction. "Your mother won't like that," Barbara warned.

"We were put together for an assignment," said Penny. "I'm sure Mom will be swell with it."

***

Penny was wrong on this count. When Angela Parker arrived home later that afternoon having taken her sons to the dentist, her expression when she entered the house indicated that she was not swell with the idea of her eldest daughter having as a guest a boy whom she considered one of the worst kids in the neighborhood. In fact, Mrs. Parker was the exact opposite of swell. She indicated for Penny to join her in the kitchen.

"What is he doing here?" Mrs. Parker demanded of her daughter.

"Relax Mom, it's just homework - an assignment we were working on together," Penny assured her mother.

"You chose to work with Michael McCarthy on an assignment?" Mrs. Parker's face was filled with disbelief.




Penny & Michael's Forbidden Fun



"No, Sister Agnes put us together," said Penny.

"Let me explain to you what is going to happen," said Mrs. Parker. "You will finish your assignment as soon as you can, and then he goes. Is that clear, Penny?"

"Yes Mom." Penny returned to the living room and resumed her homework. She and Michael made good progress, while Angela Parker kept a close watch on proceedings, flitting in and out of the room with a worried, sharp-faced expression, like a nervous bird protecting its nest.

Penny and Michael packed their things away upon completion and the young man left, Michael encountering Penny's father as he returned home from work. Sam Parker wore a quizzical expression as he entered, taking off his hat after a long day at work and pondering what a young man he and his wife both disliked was doing in his house, with his teenage daughter.

Later that evening, Penny entered the living room while her father was watching television. President Kennedy was making an address, and Penny stayed quiet, knowing her father was always interested in anything to do with the president. Mr. Parker had said at the time of the 1960 election that he was certain that John F. Kennedy would win again when 1964 came around, and that one of his younger brothers Robert or Edward would be president for sure some time in the future. He had also expressed regret for defeated Republican Vice President Richard Nixon, saying that while he believed Mr. Nixon would have made a fine president, his chance to win the office was probably gone. 

When the segment had finished, Mr. Parker turned to Penny and asked, "So, did you finish your assignment with the McCarthy boy?"

Penny could see her father's obvious disapproval. "Yes Dad. It's all finished."

"Good," said Mr. Parker. "Penny, your mother and I know that you're grown up now, and will graduate high school in a few months and go on to college. We would hate anything to put that in jeopardy, especially a boy like Michael McCarthy. No good can ever come of associating with him, those three friends of his and the rest of his family. You will meet a nice young man in college, get married and have children. Michael may seem cool to you, but I assure you, he is anything but cool. Do you understand?"

"Yes," said Penny. "Dad, I don't like him that way. It's just that we were put together for an assignment. We didn't have a choice." Penny thought it best not to elaborate on the circumstances behind this.

"Just make sure you stick with Barbara and Judy as your study partners," advised Mr. Parker.

"I will, Dad," said Penny. "I might go up to bed now. Goodnight."

"Goodnight Penny," replied Mr. Parker.

Penny got into bed and tried not to think about Michael. It was no use, and his face was the last image she saw before her eyes closed and she fell asleep.

***

The class before lunch the next day was gym, one of sports-minded Penny's favorites. Penny stood with Barbara and Judy in the girls' change-room, with them and their classmates changing out of their standard school uniforms and into their sports' uniforms. These uniforms consisted of a blue shirt, pleated navy skirt with white socks and gym shoes.

Penny was so keen to get out and into class that she was nagged by a feeling she had forgotten something. She stood thinking for a few moments, then realized it was her panties. She was still wearing her ordinary white cotton panties, and hadn't changed into the standard, light blue panties the girls all wore in gym. "Just a minute," she said to Barbara and Judy, before pulling down and stepping out of her white panties, and taking the light blue ones from her bag. She pulled them up and adjusted them around her bottom and between her legs, then followed her friends out to the sports field.

It was a fine, sunny spring day and Penny and her classmates soon warmed up under the supervision of Mrs. O'Connell, the gym teacher. On the adjacent field the boys' gym class was likewise in action, their activities coordinated by a young priest, Father Reilly. The class contained Michael McCarthy, as well as Joey, Frankie and Tony. Penny soon began to get a tingling feeling in her female area when she observed Michael running around in the boys' uniform; a tee-shirt and a pair of tight shorts that showed off his fine physique.

The boys' activity switched to dodge-ball. Michael, Joey, Frankie and Tony appeared in their element, running around until breathless in the first game, and getting right into the second. Out of the corner of her eye, Penny observed Michael and Joey discretely move to one side, and produce an object they had concealed in a towel.

The object was a red balloon filled with water. It was a similar size and the same color as the boys were using for the dodge-ball game. Penny could see what they were planning, as Michael lined up Frankie and Tony in his sights, and yelled out, "Here, catch!" Frankie and Tony ducked and the water balloon sailed over their heads, before hitting Fat Ralph directly in the chest, the bang as the balloon burst and the shock of the cold water causing him to jump and yell out.

Fat Ralph, a red-haired boy who weighed over 300 pounds and had to have his school uniform specially made, stood helpless, soaking wet and in shock. He hated gym more than anything else in the world, and now he was having water balloons thrown at him.

Michael, Joey, Frankie and Tony burst into fits of laughter, sounding like a pack of hyenas. Penny began to giggle, this turning into laughter that could not be stopped, shaking through her ribcage.

Father Reilly blew his whistle and put a stop to the game. He marched over to Fat Ralph, who with an amazing lack of shame for an 18-year-old high school senior, was now crying. "What happened?" demanded Father Reilly.

"They threw a water balloon at me," sobbed Fat Ralph. He pointed at the still laughing Michael and his three friends.

"Ralph, pull yourself together and have an early shower," said the priest. Fat Ralph appeared to cheer up at the early end to gym class, and waddled off in the direction of the school buildings.

Father Reilly went to confront the four troublemakers who were generally at the center of any disturbance in this class. "You, Michael McCarthy, and your stooges ought to be ashamed of yourselves doing what you did to Ralph. Ten laps of the sports fields, and see me at lunchtime for detention."

"Yes father," replied Michael, as he and the others commenced their punishment.

Penny could not stop laughing. "Stop it," hissed Barbara, giving her a poke in the ribs, but it did not help, and Penny was nearly doubled over.

Mrs. O'Connell's whistle and shrill voice was heard. "Miss Parker, is what those idiots did to Ralph amusing to you in some way?"

Unable to stop her fit of the giggles, Penny was unable to respond, which made Mrs. O'Connell even angrier. "Miss Parker, as you seem to like idiots you can join them on their punishment. Ten laps, and lunchtime detention. Go!"

Penny took to her feet, the ten laps not really much of a punishment given that she loved running. She heard Mrs. O'Connell's voice calling after her, "I imagine you will have something to confess after church this Sunday, Miss Parker."

"You got me in trouble," said Penny, as she caught up with the boys.

"Yeah, but it was funny," said Michael. "Did you see the look on Fat Ralph's face when the balloon hit him?"

"Don't make me laugh again," said Penny, trying to suppress another wave of giggling from her mouth.

When gym class finished, the girls all went inside to take their showers. They collected their towels and went into the showers, which contained thirty showerheads in a U-shaped configuration. The girls undressed and stood under the warm showers.

Penny stood naked under a stream of warm water, Barbara on one side, Judy on the other. It was obvious from looking at their naked figures that the three girls had their natural hair color. Barbara's thick, dark bush of black pubic hair covered her mound, and extended between her legs. Barbara applied soap liberally to her pubic hair, vagina and bottom, then cupped water between her hands, washing off the soap from her vulva and anus. She then leaned back further under the water, allowing the droplets to cascade over her large breasts. 

The blonde curls around Penny's pubic mound and vagina likewise became soaked from the constant water, and she followed Barbara's action, soaping up her private parts then thoroughly washing her vulva and anus.

Judy washed her breasts first, then turned her attention to her feminine areas, her own pubic hair an equilateral triangle of red hair. The soap slipped out of her hand and onto the tiles between her own, and Penny and Barbara's bare feet. She bent over to pick it up, her legs and buttocks parting to expose her reddish-pink, oval-shaped vagina and her tight anal opening, before she stood up and washed herself as her friends had done.

Other girls nearby were washing themselves in a similar way. Carla and Debbie, two slim, pretty Italian-American girls washed their vulvas and dark pubic hair, their swarthy skin covered in soap. Samantha, one of the few African-American girls at the school, tied back the long dark hair on her head, and washed her D-cup breasts, then her dark curls of pubic hair, the bright pink interior of her vagina and anus contrasting greatly with her dark skin when she opened her legs to wash there. Next to her Violet, a petite Asian-American girl was busy washing the tight cheeks of her bare bottom, then turned around to allow the water to fall onto her black pubic hair, the water running down her legs. Across the way, Chrissie, Lana and Andrea, three pretty, popular blonde cheerleaders washed in unison, each girl cleansing first her breasts, then her pubic hair, her buttocks and then her vaginal and anal areas.

The girls finished their showers, and the change-room was full of dripping wet, naked and barefoot 18-year-olds, who grabbed their towels and quickly dried down, before putting their school uniforms back on again for the afternoon.

"I'd say see you at lunch, but you've got detention," said Judy to Penny, as they exited the girls' change-rooms. "Have fun."

"I don't know about fun," said Penny.

"Michael McCarthy again," sighed Barbara. "Why do you keep getting yourself in trouble with him?"

"I don't keep getting myself in trouble," said Penny. "I'll see you for Chemistry last period."

Penny joined Michael and his three friends for lunchtime detention. Father Reilly gave each of them a rain-coat to protect their uniforms, then indicated a ladder, several buckets, sponges and cloths. "Clean all of these windows by the end of lunch," he instructed them.

The hour went quickly, and as they were packing up ready for Father Reilly to return and inspect their work, Penny noticed that they had forgotten one, and it was particularly dirty. Knowing that the priest would see this rather than the good work they had done, Penny reacted quickly, grabbing a cloth and darting up the ladder to fix it.

As she worked to remove the stain, Penny sensed she was being watched and quickly glanced down. Michael was near the base of the ladder, holding it in place. From this angle, Penny's panties would have clearly been visible to him, and he was looking quickly left, then right, then up and then down. Instead of saying anything, Penny continued to work, that sexy feeling sweeping over her again at the thought of Michael McCarthy looking up her skirt and seeing her white cotton panties. Her vagina tingled, and once again she started to feel damp ...

***

On Wednesday evening, the weather had turned wet. Penny and her siblings sat doing their homework, while Mr. Parker worked on an important paper for an important client at the office tomorrow, and Mrs. Parker prepared dinner.

A knock on the door, followed by a booming, elderly male voice. "Sam, Angela - are you there?"

Sam Parker opened the door to his father. "Sam, you have to come with me to McCarthy's Auto Shop right away," said his father, not bothering with a greeting.

"I actually don't have to," said Mr. Parker. "Dad, what's the problem?"

"Some darn fool left a trash can too near the road and my automobile hit it," said Grandpa Parker, showing no responsibility for an accident that could only be his own fault. "I spoke to Bill McCarthy, he said he can drop it off now, and pick it up Saturday. So you have to follow me down there in your car, and drive me and your mother back to our house."

Sam Parker sighed, knowing he didn't have the time to go into town with his father, and not wanting to get a lecture about a war in the unknown Asian country of Vietnam was going to start soon, and drag on for years to come when driving him back.

"Sorry Dad, I can't tonight," said Sam. "Perhaps Angela ..."

His wife's voice came back. "Sam, I can't, I'm in the middle of dinner."

It was now option two. Mr. Parker didn't really want his daughter to go to the auto shop, but as she was with her grandfather, there couldn't be too much harm. He called Penny over, gave her the keys to the family car, and gave her the instructions of what she was to do.

Penny followed her grandfather as he drove at a snail's pace through the constant rain. She waited in the office as her grandfather spoke to Mr. McCarthy. The car shop was full, obviously business was booming for the McCarthy family. 

Through the door, Penny caught sight of Michael. He was wearing overalls and carried some auto tools in his hand, going over to the open bonnet of a car and making some adjustments.

He looked up and caught sight of Penny, walking over. "Oh hi Penny, I didn't know you were here."

"Hi Michael, I'm just giving my grandfather a lift back," said Penny. "A trash can damaged his car."

Michael laughed, as Grandpa Parker's voice was heard. "Penny, come on, I don't want to miss the news." He walked over to Michael. "Young man, do you have a bucket?"

"A bucket?" Michael looked confused.

"Yes, for my granddaughter here. When she was a kid, she used to get car sick all the time. My son and daughter had to make sure Penny had a bucket close handy every time she went in the car, otherwise it would be two hours cleaning the upholstery ..."

"Grandpa," complained Penny, horrified that a boy she liked had got to hear this embarrassing story about her. Her grandfather talked non-stop as she drove him home about how much he disliked this new rock and roll music, especially 'that fellow who shakes his hips around'. Grandma Parker gave Penny a lecture about being too skinny when she dropped her grandfather home, and insisted that Penny eat a large piece of carrot cake, which affected her ability to eat the dinner her mother prepared at home.

In bed that night, Penny's mind was filled with the images of Michael in his overalls, working in the car, so sexy and masculine, before falling asleep, and waking up with damp, but not completely soaking panties the next morning courtesy of her dreaming of Michael looking up her skirt when she was up the ladder the other day.

***

Penny, Barbara and Judy, like many teenagers held down part-time jobs, and the girls worked shifts waiting tables in a café. It was an old-fashioned establishment, and Penny, Barbara and Judy were required to wear conservative black dresses and white aprons.

This Friday evening was shaping as a busy one, no more so than when the entire McCarthy family - Michael, his parents, nine siblings, and extended family - walked in and occupied two large tables.

Going about her work, Penny could feel Michael's eyes upon her, watching her come and go from the kitchen with plates of food and drinks. Was it her uniform, which made her look somewhat like a maid that he found attractive? She thought the uniform was square, but if Michael liked it ...

She couldn't get these thoughts out of her mind, and Penny's vagina again began to respond. Not wanting to have damp panties for her entire shift, Penny took a quick bathroom break, locking the door, unwinding some toilet paper, and wiping her vulva, pressing the tissue deep inside her vagina to get all of the feminine dampness away. She disposed of the paper into the toilet, flushed and returned to work after washing her hands.

Penny hoped that she would be able to concentrate and her vagina would behave, but the presence of Michael ensured that she needed two more similar toilet breaks that evening, with Barbara and Judy asking if she was okay, and hadn't eaten something that didn't agree with her.

The McCarthy family finished their meals, and went to leave. "Come on Michael, time to go," said his father.

"Just a minute, Dad," said Michael. "I've um - got a leg cramp."

Penny was within earshot of this, and heard Michael's unconvincing explanation. She smiled to herself, wondering if she was responsible for this. It certainly seemed the case, when Michael got to his feet easily a few minutes later, showing no signs of leg cramp. It was at times like this Penny was glad to be a girl. There was no evidence when she got excited, except if one happened to look at her panties.

***

Grandpa Parker was on the telephone early on Saturday morning, advising Mr. Parker that he was unable to pick up the car himself, and ordering his son to do so. Sam Parker, unimpressed about being awoken before dawn, was in no position to help. He and Angela were taking their sons to a sports carnival, and Libby did not hold her license yet. In any case, she was going out for the day with a friend and her family.

This again left Penny as the only option. Mr. and Mrs. Parker lectured Penny about how she was only to pick up the car and not associate with Michael, then left with John and Ben.

It was a nice morning, and Penny put on a white, floral dress with a swing-style skirt and white shoes. She did her homework, and set off for the town by bus around 11 a.m. Penny looked out the windows on the journey. The sunny spring morning had turned cloudy, with more ominous black clouds on the horizon threatening rain.

Some spots were already beginning to fall when Penny got off the bus, and walked towards McCarthy's auto shop. Everything was quiet when she entered, a minute before noon closing. "Hello, is anyone there?" she called.

Michael emerged from the office. Penny felt slightly disappointed that he wasn't wearing his overalls, but he still looked pretty good in a white tee-shirt and tight blue jeans. "Hi Penny," he said in greeting.

"Hi Michael, I've come to collect my Grandpa's car," said Penny.

"One car for Grandpa, coming right up," said Michael. He completed the paperwork, receipted the money for the job (Sam had reluctantly paid this, hoping his father would repay him) got the keys and led Penny into the garage, where the car was waiting to be reversed out. He and Penny chatted about school, then Penny got into the car. She had no sooner started the engine when outside the heavens opened. Torrents of rain poured down, accompanied by hail, thunder and lightning.

"Stay here until it clears, it's too dangerous to drive," said Michael. Penny considered her parents' warning, but driving in the terrible weather was surely more of a risk, so Penny turned off the ignition and got out of the car. Michael closed the garage doors and locked the office, turning the sign to "Closed'.

Penny and Michael sat in the waiting room, listening to the spring storm raging outside. Michael's father and other employees had all left, so they were alone. Initially, they engaged in small-talk about school, music and movies, then Penny noticed Michael looking directly at her. She giggled. "What is it?"

"Just thinking about how lucky I am to be stuck here in the storm with the prettiest girl in school," said Michael.

Penny laughed. "Come on, I'm not the best looking girl in school."




Penny & Michael's Forbidden Fun



"Don't be so modest," said Michael. He came and sat next to her, causing Penny's heart to race. "There's just something about you, Penny Parker."

"You shouldn't say these things to me," said Penny, to which Michael smiled.

"There's a way you can stop me talking," he said, leaning forward and planting a kiss on her lips.

Penny's prim side told her to leave, but this was overwhelmed by her desires as a young woman. She returned the kiss, opening her mouth to allow Michael's tongue to enter. Michael put his arms around her, drawing her close and they embraced, holding their passionate French kiss for over a minute. Penny felt her vagina getting moist, and her nipples get hard. This was not the only thing that was hard. Penny felt Michael's groin against her legs, the rock-hard contents obvious. Penny smiled at the thought that she had done this, and they continued making out for over fifteen minutes.

Keen to step things up, Michael slid his hands up Penny's floral dress, massaging her thighs. Penny responded by massaging his bulging jeans, before she slid down the zip on his fly, putting her hands inside to feel his penis through his underpants.

"Miss Parker, that's no way for a young lady to behave," he said, impersonating the nuns. Penny smiled, and simply increased the pressure on her hand movements. She couldn't believe she was doing this, it felt so sinful, so naughty and so good. She felt even better the next moment, when she felt Michael's hands brush against the cotton of her white panties, before his index finger found its way under the elastic of the right leg, brushing through her pubic hair.

Penny removed Michael's belt, slid down his jeans and underpants and freed his wonderful, huge penis, which stood out at an angle of ninety degrees, trembling with the owner's anticipation. It was the first time that Penny had done anything like this, but she seemed to show a natural instinct as to what a man would like, applying her fingers to his testicles, massaging his balls and with her free hand running it back and forth against his engorged shaft.

"Oh God, that feels good," said Michael. "Yes, yes."

"I bet this feels better," said Penny. She opened her mouth, lowered it down to his groin and took his penis in her mouth, flicking her tongue against it and moving her mouth back and forth as though she was licking an ice-cream cone. As a virgin, she was acting on instinct, not sure if boys liked this, but by the way Michael's penis seemed to defy the laws of physics by getting harder and harder still, she guessed yes, they did like this.

"My turn to give you some fun now, Penny Parker," said Michael. With his jeans and underpants down, he leaned over Penny, lifted up her skirt and exposed her white panties. Pulling the saddle to one side, and with her vagina now in view, Michael bent down and felt the damp cotton of her panties. "This is going to be so great. My older sister's friend taught me something really cool ..."

With that, Michael's tongue teased Penny's vaginal lips, before pushing further into the moist darkness. Penny's legs kicked out in pleasure, as the tingling sensation ran through her entire vagina, from her clitoris and all the way back into her anus. Her feminine wetness oozed out, soaking Michael's chin, and he responded by momentarily taking his tongue out of Penny's vagina, licking his chin, and going back inside. 

"That feels so good," gasped Penny.

"See, I told you it was cool," said Michael, his speech muffled by having his mouth inside Penny's vagina. He reached for her chest, caressing her firm breasts through the fabric of her dress and bra.

Penny felt a bit let down when Michael pulled his tongue away from her muffin, and withdrew his head from under her dress. She knew what was coming next, but there was something that worried her. This could lead to pregnancy, a baby in nine months' time, a home for single, unmarried mothers instead of college ...

Fortunately, Michael noticed her change in demeanor and was quick to reassure her. "Don't be nervous," he said, putting an arm around her. "I've got a condom in my wallet, so no chance at all of you getting pregnant."

He removed the condom, unwrapped it, and guided Penny's fingers into putting it onto and rolling it down his penis.

With her confidence returned, Penny kicked off her shoes, with Michael removing his own shoes and socks. She lifted off her dress, and stood wearing only her white bra and matching panties. Michael took off his shirt, showing off his fit physique, and removed his jeans and underpants. 

Penny sat on the couch, clad in her underwear, and Michael sat next to her, completely naked. 

They again began to make out, Michael's left hand making its way inside her left bra cup, feeling the soft firm flesh of Penny's young breast, an index finger massaging her nipple. Penny let out a squeal when Michael's other hand went down the front of her panties, stroking her pubic hair, circling back and forth around her mound, dipping deeper into the wetness between her legs.

Michael's left hand moved to Penny's right breast, repeating the procedure to her great pleasure, before he withdrew it and unclipped her bra, the garment falling away to show Penny's beautiful breasts. He removed his right hand from her panties, and caressed both of her breasts at the same time, while making out with the bare-chested girl, who was now down only to her panties.

Michael got Penny to turn over so she was on all fours. He put his fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties, and slowly slid them down, leaving her bare bottom exposed. Michael caressed her buttocks, his fingers working their way between her cheeks. He opened her thighs and kissed her vagina, his fingers again working their way around between her cheeks. Penny hoped that he would not touch her anus as that was something she was not comfortable with. She was okay with him seeing it, as he had seen everything else, but touching was something else.

To Penny's relief, Michael was a perfect gentleman, his fingers went nowhere near her anus. She again felt him stroking her pubic hair, and kissing the cheeks of her bottom.

Michael guided Penny to lay on her back, put his hands between her thighs, and spread her legs. Her vagina was wide open, completely exposed, and Penny knew what was going to happen.

His penis harder than ever, looking like an airship courtesy of the condom, Michael seemed keen to tease his way to the moment. He kissed and caressed Penny's bare feet, then worked his tongue up her ankle, her calf, her knee, her thigh before kissing her pubic hair.

Michael then moved himself into position, and Penny braced herself, feeling his penis circling her vaginal entrance, before slowly but firmly pushing up inside her. Penny gasped, having never had anything bigger than a tampon inside her before. It felt so good, so exciting and her clitoris agreed, sending feelings of delight through her entire body.

Knowing Penny was a virgin, Michael took things slowly at first, sliding in and out, Penny's moaning and gasping telling him that she liked this. He increased his speed, Penny writhing in pleasure, gyrating her hips to increase the sensation. To further excite both Penny and himself, Michael massaged her breasts and teased her nipples. The way Penny got increasingly wet down there told him that this was working.

"Faster, faster," urged Penny. Michael needed no further prompting, and increased to harder and faster strokes, his penis circling around inside Penny's vagina. Breathing heavily, and sweating, Penny felt the same intense feeling from her dream days earlier entering her vagina. She saw a look of intensity come over Michael's face, and he went faster and faster. Penny clenched her teeth, and curled up her toes as her orgasm took place, gasping as she came with a rush of vaginal wetness, the tight feeling traversing her vagina, the muscles in her rectum tightening in response and making it twice as good.

Simultaneously, Michael felt a similar experience. His balls tightened, and his cock exploded deep within Penny's orgasmic vagina. The tidal wave of sticky white semen was captured by the condom and bulged at the tip, imprisoning the sperm that otherwise would have swum up into Penny's uterus and fallopian tubes, potentially fertilizing an egg and leaving her wondering in a few weeks' time if she was late or expecting.

Both breathing heavily, Michael withdrew from Penny, and the two teenagers lay back on the couch, caressing each other's bodies as they recovered their breath from the amazing experience. Michael stroked Penny's long blonde hair, then moved his hand down to her pubic hair and stroked there too. Penny gently traced her fingers up and down Michael's body, feeling his tight muscles and the hair on his chest. Outside, the rain continued to pour down.

"I think we'd better take a shower," said Michael. He got up and took off the condom, Penny amazed by how full it was. Penny put on Michael's shirt, but it did not quite cover her, and her bare bottom and pubic hair were visible at the top of her legs as she followed Michael into the shower recess.

The shower was not particularly nice, as it was mostly used by sweaty, grease-covered auto mechanics, but a shower was a shower, and the water was warm. Penny removed Michael's shirt and stepped under the water, testing the water temperature with her bare toes. Michael stepped in after, and pulled closed the curtain.

Again, their lips locked as they caressed under the warm water, Michael getting soap and thoroughly washing Penny's pubic hair, vagina and around the cheeks of her bottom.

"I can see you like doing that," said Penny, indicating Michael's ever-growing erection as he brushed up against her. Her vagina felt delicate, and she did not want to have sex again at the moment, but she knew there was something she could do. "Let me help you with that," she purred, taking his cock in her hand and moving it back and forward, his erection getting harder and harder, before he came again in five minutes.

Another load of sticky white semen, although not as much as had gone into the condom during vaginal intercourse, came shooting out. Some was absorbed by the shower, some went on the floor and a greater amount splattered on Penny's bare breasts. She laughed, feeling hot between her legs at something so dirty happening, and washed it away. 

Finishing in the shower, Penny and Michael dried off, and dressed. As they put on their shoes, each agreed it would be best to keep this completely between themselves. An hour later the rain eased slightly, so Penny took her opportunity and left with her grandfather's car, but not before she and Michael exchanged one last deep kiss.

Later that evening, Penny's parents and siblings arrived home after a long day in the persistent rain on a day that began so fine and sunny, to find Penny sitting reading a book. Their dutiful daughter/older sister had prepared dinner, and looked a picture of perfection in her flowery dress with a white cardigan on her shoulders, her blonde hair tied back with a ribbon. Her parents had no idea what Penny had been up to, and as days turned into weeks, then into months, years, and finally into decades, it was still only Penny and Michael who knew what had happened between them that wet spring Saturday back in 1962.



Penny and Pals



We decided to leave the bar and go back to my house for a little private and mutually beneficial sexual activity. But as we were walking through the parking lot to our cars, Penny suddenly stopped.

JOHN: What's wrong? Did you forget something?

PENNY: No. I just had an urge to do something NAUGHTY.

JOHN: Naughty? Here? In the parking lot?

PENNY: Yeah.

JOHN: Like what?

PENNY: Oh I don't know. I guess something like....THIS!

She pushed her halter top down, and let her big, full, firm, gorgeous tits plop free and naked in the pre-dark, late evening light.

JOHN: Jesus Christ, Penny!

PENNY: What? You don't like the view?

JOHN: I like the view just fine! But aren't you fucking worried about someone seeing you?

PENNY: Of course! That's why it's so much FUN to do it!

At that very moment, as if to prove her point -- an old, dark-blue Chevy Camarro -- with three, young, college-aged boys inside -- came barelling into the parking lot -- and screeched to a stop right next to us.

BOY #1: Shit!! What the fuck is THIS?

BOY #2: Goddamn! Them are some NICE FUCKING TITTIES, BABY!

PENNY: Why THANK YOU, sir! Why don't you fellas park your car and join us. And I'll

SHOW YOU SOME MORE!

They did. And she stood right where she was -- with a big smile on her face -- and her big, luscious tits hanging out -- while they parked their car, and got out, and walked over, and stood in a semi-circle in front of her.

BOY #1: Shit! This ain't your fucking WIFE, is it man?

JOHN: No. She's not my wife.

BOY #3: So she's....FAIR GAME then, huh?

JOHN: Uh...

BOY #2: Hell! Any chick who would stand out in the middle of a fucking parking lot with her

fucking TITS HANGING OUT like that HAS to be FAIR GAME! Right, Mister?

JOHN: I think you ought to ask HER about that, fellas.

BOY #3: Well, baby? Whaddya say? Are you?

PENNY: Gee. I don't know. I guess it DEPENDS.

BOY #2: Depends? Depends on WHAT?

PENNY: On LOTS of things!

BOY #1: Yeah? Like WHAT? On whether we're NICE GUYS OR NOT?

PENNY: Nice? Are you kidding? Why would I be standing out here like this is broad daylight if I was looking for NICE guys?

BOY #2: Well then WHAT?

PENNY: Well, by what you mean by FAIR GAME, I guess. And by whether I think any of YOU can DO ANYTHING for ME. And by....

BOY #2: Shit, baby! Are you kidding?

PENNY: ....whether any of you have a BIG COCK!

BOY #1: Shit! Don't worry about THAT, baby! We've ALL got big cocks!

PENNY: Ooohhh. I hope you do. But I can't tell for sure until I SEE!

BOY #1: What?

PENNY: You heard me. Come on! I'm showing you some of what I'VE GOT! Let's

see what YOU'VE GOT!

BOY #2: What?

JOHN: Uh, I think she's saying that she wants to SEE your DICKS, fellas.

BOY #3: Right now? Here?

BOY #2: Hell, I'm fucking game! Let's fucking show her what we got, guys!

They did. And NOW I was standing in the middle of a parking lot with one crazy woman with her boobs exposed, AND three, goofy, giggling, young boys with their dicks hanging out of their pants. And just for the record -- even though they were all still pretty limp -- based on what I could see from a quick, cursory inspection -- they WERE fairly well hung guys. And I could tell from the expression on Penny's face that she agreed with me.

PENNY: Oooo! Talk about a dream come true!

BOY #2: Well, baby? Whaddya think? Not bad, huh? And we ain't even HALF HARD YET!

PENNY: Oh I KNOW how dicks work, fellas! Believe me! And I think they're gorgeous!

Ten minutes later I was doing lookout duty -- while she knelt on the ground between two big vans -- with the three of them standing in front of her -- sucking their dicks in rotation -- one at a time -- around the horn, so to speak.

And since I knew what an incredibly GREAT cocksucker Penny was, I wasn't at all surprised that it didn't take very long for the combination of their INexperience in such matters -- and her EXCESS of experience in such matters -- to have a very definite and noticeable "stiffening" effect on their schlongs. And on their degree of arousal -- which proceeded VERY quickly from occasional grunts and snickers -- to rapid groans and moans -- to loud and wild gasps and shrieks -- to the usual muscle twitching and body jerking that all men experience just before they come.

Until finally -- after only about four or five minutes of "work" -- she brought each of them to a state of full-bore, earth-shattering orgasmic ecstasy. And as usual -- because Penny was a proud and appreciative "swallow don't spit" type of a woman -- she sucked and milked them until they were completely and totally "done".

BOY #2: Jesus-fucking-CHRIST, baby!

PENNY: Did you enjoy that?

BOY #2: Fuck YES I enjoyed it! That was INCREDIBLE!

PENNY: Great. I'm glad you liked it. How about you?

BOY #3: Oh yeah!

PENNY: And you?

BOY#2: Shit! I can't fucking believe you fucking SWALLOWED!

PENNY: Oh I ALWAYS SWALLOW!

BOY #2: Goddamn! THAT WAS THE GREATEST FUCKING ORGASM I'VE EVER 

FUCKING HAD!

PENNY: Well thank you! What a NICE thing to say! I enjoyed it TOO! Are YOU ready

now, John?

JOHN: Uh, what?

PENNY: You heard me. It wouldn't be fair to leave YOU out! Come here!

I did. And about twenty seconds later, THEY were doing look-out duty, and she was kneeling in front of ME, with her sweet, hot, wonderful lips sliding up and down on MY dick.

JOHN: Oh shit, Penny.

PENNY: Mmmm.

JOHN: Fuck!

PENNY: Ungh!

JOHN: FUCK!

PENNY: Ach! Ach!

And it felt very good. VERY good! Because Penny LOVED to suck dicks. And like I said above, she was very good at doing it. In fact, I'd even go so far as to say that she was a WORLD-CLASS COCKSUCKER. And that's not just the uninformed opinion of some backwater rube, either. 

Because believe me, I've had more than enough experience with blow-jobs -- with plenty of OTHER women besides Penny -- to qualify as a judge about their quality. As a matter of fact -- and this isn't bragging -- I've gotten my dick sucked by LOTS of different ladies over the years -- INCLUDING a dozen or so $500 to $1,000 an hour PROFESSIONALS -- and Penny was easily one of the two or three best I've EVER had -- amateur OR professional. That's how fucking good she was.

And that evening was no exception. In fact, it was probably BETTER than normal -- because

Penny was obviously VERY turned on by the fact that it was happening in PUBLIC -- with a fucking AUDIENCE. And that definitely "heightened and intensified" the experience -- for both me AND her.

So like I said, I was having a VERY good time. And much to the three young guy's amazement, I stood there strong and proud -- and took all she had to give -- and I DIDN'T "fold up" after four or five minutes like THEY did. Which is exactly why Penny liked to suck MY dick, by the way.

First of all, she knew that I was as experienced as she was -- which meant that I had good TECHNIQUE -- and meant that I knew how to "give" as well as I "got". And she also knew I had great CONTROL too -- which meant that I had great ENDURANCE -- which meant that she could suck my cock to her heart's content without worrying about me "finishing" before she did. (Not to mention the fact that I was -- in her words -- "not too shabby in the size and length department either".)

So like I said, we were getting it on pretty good, and the longer we did it, the more astonished they got.

BOY #2: Jesus Christ, man! How can you STAND THAT without fucking COMING?

JOHN: It's called EXPERIENCE, son.

BOY #2: Yeah, but....

JOHN: And because I WANT to stand it! And I want to ENJOY it as long as I possibly can!

And because I don't....Oh God, Penny!....I don't WANT come yet!

PENNY: UMMMM!

BOY #2: I know, man! I didn't either! But I couldn't fucking HELP IT! How the fuck do

you DO IT?

BOY #3: Yeah. Shit! She's sucking the HELL out of your dick!

JOHN: You're right about THAT, man!

PENNY: UNGH! UNGH!

BOY #2: And she's been fucking doing it for about TEN MINUTES NOW!

BOY #3: Ten? Shit! More like FIFTEEN!

JOHN: I...know! Ain't it GREAT! Oh...yeah....Penny! Suck it, baby!

PENNY: UH! UH! UH!

BOY #2: I can't fucking BELIEVE THIS! That's fucking INHUMAN! How CAN you do it?

Do you think about other shit or something?

JOHN: O hell no! Why the fuck would I....OH GOD!....Why the fuck would I think about

anything ELSE?

BOY #2: So you won't fucking come, man!

BOY #1: It's because he's TOO OLD! Right, man?

JOHN: What?

BOY #1: You know. So OLD that you can't COME ANYMORE.

JOHN: Can't come? Fuck you! I can come whenever I fucking WANT TO! And guys that are too 

old can't fucking get HARD! Look here! Does this cock look hard to you?

BOY #1: Yeah, but...

JOHN: But WHAT? Is my dick hard enough for you, Penny?

PENNY: Oh yeah!

BOY #3: Wait a minute! Did you say you can come ANYTIME you want?

JOHN: Yeah.

BOY #3: So you're saying that you can CONTROL WHEN YOU COME?

JOHN: Yeah.

BOY #3: So you're saying you can last AS LONG AS YOU WANT?

JOHN: Yeah! More or less.

BOY #3: So you're saying you can stand there and let her suck your cock like that for

another....HOUR, if you want to?

JOHN: Yeah. No problem. But I usually want to let go a LOT SOONER than that!

BOY #1: That's bullshit, man! I still think you're just so fucking old you CAN'T FEEL IT.

JOHN: Hey! I don't give a shit what you think. But believe me, I can DEFINITELY feel it!

Can YOU feel it, Penny?

PENNY: UMPH! UMPH!

BOY #2: Yeah? Well if you've got so much fucking control, let's see you come RIGHT

FUCKING NOW!

BOY #3: Yeah! Let's see you do THAT, man!

JOHN: RIGHT now?

BOY #2: Yeah!

JOHN: Okay, fuckers. But it'll take a few seconds.....

BOY #3: Hah! I told you it was bullshit!

JOHN: ...a few seconds to switch my brain to CUM MODE. You ready, Penny?

PENNY: MMMM! UNGH!

JOHN: Okay....here goes....you want me to come on her face so you can see it?

BOY #3: Yeah!

JOHN: Fine. Okay. Oh yeah! Yes! Fuck! YEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!

I waited until the last possible second before pulling back and letting my throbbing cock slide out of Penny's mouth. And when my body started twitching and jerking, I leaned forward again, and held my dick above her sexy, smiling face. And when I started coming, I leaned forward further, and rubbed the head all over her face, and let my hot, milky sperm spurt, and dribble, and ooze, and splatter all over her cheeks, and eyes, and forehead, and lips, and eyebrows. And when I was just about done coming, I aimed my dick upwards, so that the last two or three spurts went in her hair. Then I looked over and grinned proudly at the three little fuckers while she licked my dick clean with her tongue.

And as they stood there silent and dumfounded, I grabbed a handful of hair on the back of her head, slid my dick back into her mouth, and started fucking her mouth real slow and easy.

JOHN: I think we ought to show these fellas what ELSE my old dick can do, Penny. Whaddya

say? Is it okay if I fuck your mouth for awhile until I get hard again?

PENNY: Mmmm!

BOY #1: Hard AGAIN?

JOHN: Exactly! Don't worry, it'll only take a minute or two. And THEN I'll show you guys how

long an old dick like mine can FUCK!

BOY #3: Shit, man! That's crazy! We got enough time to go have dinner and a couple of brews

before THAT DICK'll be ready to ride again!

JOHN: You think so, huh? Wanna bet?

BOY #3: Bet? On what?

JOHN: On how fast I get hard again. You got a watch?

BOY #3: Yeah.

JOHN: Good. What time you got right now?

BOY #3: Uh....it's about eight thirty-one.

JOHN: Fine. I've got twenty bucks that says I'll be hard and stiff again before eight thirty-five.

BOY #3: Eight thirty-five! Shit! That's only FOUR fucking minutes!

JOHN: That's right. You want to bet or not?

BOY #3: Twenty bucks? Eight thirty-five?

JOHN: That's it. Tell me quick. Yes or no?

BOY #3: Yeah! Sure! I'll bet you!

BOY #1: I will too, man!

JOHN: Fine. It's a bet. What about you, man?

BOY #2: Yeah. I'll go TEN bucks.

JOHN: Okay. That's twenty with you, twenty with you, and ten with you. What time is it NOW?

BOY #3: It's....eight thirty-THREE. Better hurry, man!

I stopped fucking Penny's mouth at that point. Then I pulled her head back, and let my stiff, hard, glistening, fully-erect-again dick plop out of her mouth.

JOHN: Read em and weep, fellas. You lose, and I win.

BOY #1: Shit!

BOY #3: No way, man!

JOHN: Whaddya mean no way? Am I fucking hard or not?

BOY #3: Yeah, but....

JOHN: And what fucking time is it?

BOY #3: Uh...it's...eight thirty-four.

JOHN: So what's the fucking problem?

PENNY: I'll tell you what MY problem is!

JOHN: What, baby?

PENNY: MY problem is that I want to feel that hard cock of yours IN MY PUSSY, and

you're wasting time arguing with these boys!

JOHN: You mean this OLD cock here sticking out of my pants?

PENNY: Yes!

JOHN: Sorry fellas, but as you can see I've got more work to do. Just leave your money on

the ground there, and I'll get it when I'm done.

BOY #3: This ain't RIGHT!

BOY #2: What's not right, man? Look at him! The motherfucker's got another fucking hard on!

He's fucking right! We lose!

I pushed Penny back onto the hood of a dark green, 1997 Toyota Corolla, and shoved her skirt up around her waist. Then I moved up between her legs, shoved my dick in her cunt, and started fucking her right there in the fucking parking lot.

PENNY: Oh God, John!

JOHN: That feel good, baby?

PENNY: Oh YES!

JOHN: Yeah?

PENNY: Yes! Fuck me, John!

JOHN: Like....THAT?

PENNY: OH SHIT! YES! YES!

JOHN: Harder?

PENNY: Yes!

JOHN: Faster?

PENNY: OH GOD YES!

JOHN: Is that good?

PENNY: Yes!

JOHN: Me too, baby!

To be continued...



Penny and the Bartender



Her name is Penny. And she's a real, live, true-blue, honest-to-goodness nymphomaniac.

No shit, fellas. I swear to God. And if you don't believe me, I'll gve you the names and phone numbers of about a dozen and a half other guys who'll back me up.

And I'm not talking about no DOG here either, fellas. Because she's not at all fat, or ugly, or repulsive. In fact, she's actually a pretty damn good-looking woman. With a pretty face. And pale blue bedroom eyes. And long, silky red hair. And a way above-average body. And two of the biggest, firmest, most luscious fucking tits you've ever seen. And best of all, she's a world-class cocksucker!

The only "problem" is that when you "date" a woman like Penny, you have to remember that even though she's hotter, and sexier, and wilder, and crazier, and more willing than ANY woman you've EVER met, she's not "your girl". She's everybody's girl!

And you have to realize that you're just "borrowing" her for awhile when she's with you. Just like some other guy borrowed her the night before. And some other guy will borrow her the next night. Not that she's a WHORE -- at least not in the strict sense of the word. Because she doesn't charge for her company. And she doesn't work for a service or a pimp.

But she IS a fucking NYMPHOMANIAC! And she just LOVES SEX! And she loves it AS OFTEN AS POSSIBLE! WHENEVER and WHEREVER possible! And she usually does it with whatever man is nearby when she gets the urge. I guess you could say that she's an "AMATEUR" hooker.

The point is that you can't "fall" for her. And you can't start "having feelings" for her. And you can't be possesive. Or jealous. Or ANYTHING like that. You have to accept her for what she is.And thank your lucky stars that YOU were the closest guy to her THIS TIME. And don't even THINK about anything beyond that. Just smile, keep your mouth shut, and ENJOY THE FUCKING RIDE. And don't complain if she invites other guys (or other women) to join in the fun.

Like the night I was sitting at the bar in my almost-empty neighborhood tavern, and Penny came in, and sat her pretty ass down on the stool on my right.

JOHN: Hiya, Penny. How are you doing tonight?

PENNY: Not bad now that I'm sitting here next to you, Johnny. How about you?

JOHN: Hell. I guess I'm better now that you're sitting there next to me too.

PENNY: Great. So maybe it'll be a lucky night for BOTH of us, huh?

JOHN: Maybe so. I guess that depends on what we're looking for.

She gave me a little smile at that point, and slid her left hand down between my legs, and started rubbing and squeezing my dick through my pants.

PENNY: Well I'm horny, Johnny. And I'm looking for something like THAT!

JOHN: That's fucking amazing!

PENNY: Yeah? Why?

JOHN: Because I'M HORNY TOO! And I was JUST thinking how nice it would be if a good-

looking chick like you came in and started playing with my dick!

PENNY: What a COINCIDENCE!

JOHN: Yeah. Who'd a thunk it.

PENNY: It's really dead in here tonight, isn't it? Who's working the bar?

JOHN: Bill. He's doing something in the back room. I guess we've got the place to ourselves.

PENNY: Ooohhh! That's exciting.

JOHN: Why's that?

PENNY: Because we could DO IT right HERE! Doesn't that excite you?

JOHN: Not as much as what you're doing with your fucking hand, but yeah, I guess it DOES

excite me. But what if Bill comes out?

PENNY: All the better! He can JOIN US!

JOHN: Okay. What about if someone comes in?

PENNY: Then THEY can join us TOO! Is that too wild and risky for you?

JOHN: Fuck no! In fact, I think we ought to GET ON WITH IT!

PENNY: Allright!

JOHN: And I think YOU should start by unbuttoning your blouse -- and pushing up your bra --

so I can see your tits.

PENNY: Ooohhh! Good idea! You always did like my breasts, didn't you?

JOHN: Absolutely. What's not to like? You've got great boobs.

PENNY: Okay....there ya go.

JOHN: Shit, baby.

PENNY: This is SUCH a turn on!

JOHN: I can TELL, baby!

PENNY: You mean because my nipples are getting hard?

JOHN: Yeah. And because of the wild look on your face.

PENNY: Well? Are you just going to sit there and LOOK? Or are you going to TOUCH THEM?

JOHN: Actually, I kinda like just LOOKING right now. I've never fucking seen a pair of big,

firm, naked breasts resting on this bar before.

BILL: NEITHER HAVE I! What the fuck are you two doing?

JOHN: Hiya, Bill. Penny was just showing me her tits. Can we get two more drinks here?

PENNY: Hi, Bill. You're welcome to look too if you want.

BILL: Well I DO WANT! Damn, Penny! I've always fucking WONDERED what your fucking tits looked like!

PENNY: Well now you know! What do you think?

BILL: Shit! I think they're fucking GORGEOUS!

PENNY: Thank you. I'm glad you like them.

BILL: This is fucking UNBELIEVABLE!

JOHN: Hell Bill, wait till you fucking FEEL THEM!

BILL: FEEL THEM?

PENNY: Well hell yes, Bill! That's what they're FOR! It's no fun having nice breasts unless

they get felt!

BILL: Jesus. I think I should probably lock the fucking doors.

PENNY: No!

BILL: No? Why the fuck not?

PENNY: Because that would eliminate the RISK!

BILL: Exactly! That's why I think I should do it.

PENNY: No. Don't lock it, Bill. Please.

Ten minutes later, Penny was laying naked on her back, on the pool table, with her legs spread wide apart, fingering herself.

PENNY: Come on, Billy! Come here and FUCK ME with your big, hot DICK!

BILL: Jesus. This is fucking crazy!

JOHN: Go on, man! Do it! How often do you fucking get an opportunity like THIS?

BILL: Uh....

JOHN: I don't think he's gonna do it, Penny. I think we need to go to PLAN B.

PENNY: Okay. Sure.

BILL: Plan B? What the fuck is PLAN B?

JOHN: It's a little more PASSIVE than Plan A. Bill. Just stay where you are, and let Penny SHOW YOU!

BILL: What?

PENNY: It's okay, Bill. You're just a little SHY, aren't you?

BILL: Well....yeah....

Penny got down off the pool table, and got down on her knees in front of Bill.

BILL: What the....

PENNY: It's okay! A LOT of guys are like that! Just relax, okay? And I'll take care of it.

BILL: What?

JOHN: Jesus, Bill! She's gonna SUCK YOUR FUCKING DICK, for Christ's sake! And she's a GREAT fucking cocksucker, believe me! So just shut up and enjoy it, man!

He did. And so did she. And he definitely DID enjoy it!

BILL: OH FUCK!

PENNY: Mmmm.

BILL: SHIT!

PENNY: Ungh.

BILL: FUUUUUUUCK!

PENNY: Ach.

JOHN: See, Bill! You ever been sucked that good before?

BILL: No! FUCK! NO!

PENNY: UMMM!

JOHN: You ever had a woman take your fucking dick all the way down her fucking throat like that before?

BILL: NO!

JOHN: Well then TELL HER how good it feels, Bill! She likes for men to TELL HER!

BILL: What?

JOHN: TELL HER HOW GOOD IT FEELS!

BILL: Good! GOOD!

PENNY: Ung!

BILL: OH SHIIIIIITT!!!!

PENNY: Uh! Uh!

BILL: Oh God! Oh God!

PENNY: AACH! AACH!

BILL: Oh shit! I'm sorry, Penny!

JOHN: Sorry? What the fuck are you SORRY for?

BILL: Because she's....she's....CHOKING!

JOHN: Of COURSE she's choking! Your fucking dick is sliding down her fucking THROAT!

PENNY: UNG! UNG!

BILL: I know! And I don't want to HURT HER!

JOHN: Hurt her? Shit! She LIKES TO CHOKE, man!

BILL: Are you sure?

JOHN: YES I'm sure! Nod your head if I'm right, Penny.

Penny nodded.

BILL: Jesus!

JOHN: See! And she likes to have her mouth fucked LIKE A CUNT. Real hard. And rough And DEEP. So do it, man! DO IT!

He did. He grabbed the back of her head with both hands, and started really POUNDING his stiff, thick cock in and out of her mouth. And Penny started COMING. 

PENNY: UH! UH! UH! UH!

BILL: You like that...BITCH?

JOHN: That's it, Billy! Now you're cookin!

PENNY: Mmmph! Mmmph!

BILL: That...feels....SO FUCKING GOOD!

PENNY: Uch! Uch! Uch!

BILL: Fuck! Fuck!

Then Bill started coming.

BILL: FUUUUUCKKK!!!!

to be continued.........