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Learning from Aunt Sophie

By: EdDivers



Penny Garson, just turned nineteen years of age, sat back in the passenger seat of the blue Jaguar and feared that she might be dreaming. The change in her life in just two hours was totally unbelievable . Getting away from the grim St Augustine Homes was like escaping prison, no matter where she was being taken. She glanced sideways at the incredibly beautiful lady in the white trouser suit. Penny was only just coming to terms with the notion that this was her aunt, her late mother's sister, Aunt Sophie 

Out of the confines of the Matron's office and into this lush vehicle, Penny had been gi ven a second, warm jasmine scented hug by this lady, her aunt, who had then sat back and sighed, "What an old battle axe that Matron is." Rapidly she undid the top three buttons of her jacket, revealing an admirable amount of cleavage. "Had the temerity to tell me to button up while in her establishment. The old cow. I'm glad I'm getting you out of there."

Starting the car, and with another smile at Penny, she added, "She probably thinks we shouldn't have tits, eh?" Penny was delighted to join in with her aunt's laughter, and liked her already.

"Just how long have you been in the Home?"

Penny knew the answer exactly, "Fourteen months and six days".

Serious faced now, her aunt nodded, "More than anything you must let me apologise for not being around to keep you out of that awful place."

Aunt Sophie went on to tell Penny how she avoided looking at the news and newspapers, "News is always miserable. So I had no idea of what had happened to my sister Ruth and your father, or to you. And I'm deeply sorry for that. It was just wild chance that I found out."

Aunt Sophie went on to describe how she had purchased a rather delicate vase, and it arrived protected by reams of newspapers, which were over a year old. "The headline was prominent enough, 'English couple die in horrific road accident in Dordogne.' I might have pushed it to one side but for the accompanying photographs. Your mother never smiled on photographs."

For a moment she concentrated on negotiating a difficult bend. Then she went on, "We mightn't have been close, Ruth and I, but I was naturally upset. From the newspaper I found the solicitor, and when he told me how their Will placed you, for your own protection, in the care of the St Augustine Home, well, I was horrified."

"It was so I didn't get led astray," Penny told her.

Penny's aunt nodded and then laughed, "Oh, the irony of placing you in that home without knowing that it now takes in low risk young female offenders. "

"They were the only bright spot in the place."

Aunt Sophie laughed again, "I can imagine."

"My parents were always like that with me. No freedom to explore the world, to meet people. When they went on this holiday they even hired a minder."

"A minder?"

"To keep me on the right path."

Aunt Sophie's head was nodding as she drove, "God, so like how it was with our own parents. Your mother followed their path, I never could. Anyway, you became my duty."She smiled at Penny, "But one I have looked forward to."

Aunt Sophie's dark eyes glanced sideways at Penny, "God, you are such a fine looking girl. I just can't wait to see you properly dressed."

"But I haven't any other clothes."

"I'm sure we'll find something." The enigmatic smile on her aunt's face had Penny wondering just what she had in mind.

"Did you have a boy friend before—well, the accident?"

Penny gave out a derisive snort , "Are you joking?" Then a thought struck her, a memory from the evenings in the Home." This will give you some idea of how much I know about boys."

"Sounds interesting."

"Not really," Penny told her, and went on about how, in the late evening, in the Home, when she had turned eighteen she was allowed to sit in a chat group of girls. They had made a ruling that the age range had to be eighteen or over. Penny had listened avidly as the older girls talked and giggled about having "a boy's 'thing' right up."

"Honestly? All of it?" asked another eighteen year old, who, Penny knew, had, like her, come from a restrictive church background

"No, just bits of it." A twenty year old answered sarcastically. "Of course, the whole thing."

The churchy girl still looked uncertain as she asked, "How did he get it up into you when it's so soft and floppy?"

That made Aunt Sophie laugh, as she moved her hand to change gear, "Such ignorance."

"Not so funny,"Penny said regretfully. "Great howls of derision went up from the older girls, 'It goes hard, stupid.' One of them sneered, and she turned to me and asked if I could believe that any girl wouldn't know that." 

Penny drew in a breath, and kept her eyes on her aunt for reaction as she admitted, "Aunt Sophie, I could only shake my head and say nothing because I wasn't too sure myself. Oh, a vague idea, but that's how much I knew about boys."

She could read nothing in her aunt's face. No shock, no surprise, no pity. But then Aunt Sophie asked, "But your own body must have told you something."

"Oh, in the girls' school they covered the bleeding bit and how babies were born. Honestly, I learned more about the reality of it from the older girls in St Augustine's. But I was aware of --of needs--and, by the time I was in that chat group, I used to--"She couldn't believe she was telling this to a near stranger—"—touch myself. Up here and down there."

"And found out what?" Aunt Sophie kept her eyes on the road. .

"Sometimes I'd go wet and weak. Always left feeling empty"

"Life has been pretty rotten for you, Penny. I hope I can change all that."

Penny had to clear her mind again, "I could never have told my mother those things. Are you really her sister?" she asked tentatively Aunt Sophie smiled, "Oh, yes, I can quite understand your doubts. Chalk and cheese, my dear older sister and I. She probably didn't tell you about me. If she did you'd have heard her using words like 'disgusting', 'disgraceful', maybe even 'whore'. She certainly fired them at me before we went our separate ways."

"But why?"

"How old are you, Penny?"

"I turned nineteen just six days ago, the twenty second."

"God, nineteen and never been--Oh, Penny , there is so much you need to know--need to find out--"She paused as though uncertain how to go on, and Penny, noticing that they were driving out into the countryside quickly asked, "Where are we going?"

"You'll see soon enough.".

Just a short distance further and hedgerows on the right gave was to a high grey stone wall that, for one horrible moment, had Penny thinking of St Augustine's. Then a high metal barred gate broke the wall, and her aunt appeared to touch something on the car dashboard, and the gates magically opened.

Beyond the gate, and coasting over a smooth, straight drive, Penny saw, through trees, a large imposing house. It was a bit like pictures she'd seen of Buckingham Palace, only not quite as big.

"Is it a hotel?" Penny asked.

Aunt Sophie gave a little laugh, "No, my dear, this is my home." A slight pause, before she added, "And yours for as long as you wish to stay."

Penny's heart was pounding against her ribs. To live in a place like this, she just could not envisage it. There had to be some kind of condition, some proviso that would reduce her joy at the thought.

Aunt Sophie stopped the Jaguar at the massive double front door, cut the engine, and turned to Penny taking both her hands in her own. Her aunt's face looked more serious than Penny had seen it so far, and in her worried mind, she was thinking, "Here it comes. Here's the pitfall."

But Aunt Sophie's smile returned as she said, "Before you get inside, you're going to find things different to what you're used to. You'll see pictures on the walls that may surprise, shock or disgust you. I don't yet know which that will be. You're going to meet Bruno and Paris, two men who keep the place in order for me. I don't call them servants, they're much more valuable than that. They may look frightening but they are here to help you."

Aunt Sophie leaned forward and hugged Penny once again, "Oh, we have so much to talk about, so much to find out about each other. Now, inside, and we'll show you your room, and get you settled and tidied up"

At the large front door, Aunt Sophie said, "No, I'll not use the key. This way you'll get to meet Brutus." And, she pressed the doorbell, causing a loud clanging sound from inside.

Penny relieved by what Aunt Sophie had told her so far, was now puzzled as to who Brutus could be. The name made her think it might be a dog, but, in less than a minute, the door opened and there stood the biggest, widest man she had ever seen. Dressed in light blue overalls he defied description as to what his role might be in the house. His face was round with narrow eyes, a wide mouth, and a nose that looked like it had been hit by a very large hammer.

"Good afternoon, Miss Sophie," he said with some respect, but his voice was not the deep rumble his physique suggested. It was more the raw growl of someone with a sore throat. "I see your mission was successful." And his eyes regarded Penny appraisingly. 

"Yes, Brutus, meet Penny, she may be with us for some time. Penny, this is Brutus, he keeps everything in order for me."

Brutus took a step towards Penny, and although his movement was in no way threatening, she took an involuntary step back. Brutus smiled, held out his hand, and tentatively Penny responded by offering her own.

"Delighted to make your acquaintance, Miss Penny," the big man said, taking Penny's hand, and bending he kissed the back of it gently.

"Ever the gentleman," Aunt Sophie said cheerily. "Her room will be ready, I assume?"

"Of course, Miss Sophie, I've left the curtains closed. May I apologise for my mode of dress. I've been weeding around the patio."

"That's all right, Brutus. I assume Paris is in the kitchen?"

"Just starting."

"You'll meet him later, Penny. Come on—room first and then --a clean up. Thank you, Brutus."

With a nod, and a smile in Penny's direction, Brutus ambled away to disappear somewhere behind the wide staircase that dominated the extensive entrance hall. Despite her preoccupation with Brutus, Penny had been struck by the size of everything. A huge chandelier hung high above them. Two large paintings of the same man were on opposite walls, one a portrait, the other full body.

As they moved towards the stairs, Aunt Sophie indicated the full length painting, "My husband, that was painted just six months before he died. "

"When was the other one painted?" Penny asked, indicating the portrait.

"Oh, that was his father, who built the business."

"I thought they were the same person."

"Very alike, weren't they? I hadn't the heart to take them down."

"Your husband was very handsome."

"He was, and a hell of a lover with it." Aunt Sophie sighed as they moved up the stairs, and Penny thought how strange that she should add that last piece of information. 

Running parallel with the slope of the stairs Penny saw a third huge painting, one of a very different nature. It depicted a naked lady, reclining on a sofa, with proud breasts, a flat belly and shapely hips, with the fingers of one hand curled at the point where her thighs joined. The fuzz of dark hair under the fingers was clearly painted.

"That looks very natural," Penny struggled to find a suitable comment.

"Take a good look at the face," Aunt Sophe said, looking back with a smile.

Penny looked closer. The face had a strange expression, lips slightly parted, tip of the tongue just showing, eyes with lowered lids, looking directly outwards.

"How would describe that expression?" Aunt Sophie asked challengingly.

"I'm not sure."

"Lustful," Aunt Sophie told her. "Look." And she narrowed her eyes, and parted her lips. 

Penny looked from her aunt and back to the face in the painting, then back to her aunt again. "It's your face,"she gasped.

Aunt Sophie chuckled, "More importantly it's my body too. Done three years ago." 

Penny just found it all too difficult to take in and her aunt detected that, as she said, "Come on, you need much more explanation of all this. Here's your room." She had stopped at a blue painted door, which she immediately pushed open.

Penny was totally staggered by the luxury before her eyes. The room was large, with delicate pink wallpaper, and the biggest bed Penny had ever seen. A wide, curtained, window, looked out over a vast rear garden when the curtains were parted. In one wall was a double sliding door which led into what her aunt called, 'a walk-in wardrobe'.

"Rather bare at the moment, but we'll soon have that filled, and over here is your en-suite." Seeing Penny's uncomprehending look Aunt Sophie simply pushed open another door to reveal a bathroom, fully tiled in cream, with a large corner bath, a shower cubicle and the toilet.

"And this is your very own bathroom."

"My own? Nobody else—?"

Aunt Sophie said, "I'm so delighted by your surprise. You deserve it. Now, why don't you go ahead and have yourself a good soak, bath or shower, whichever you please. Brutus has put out a pile of towels on the chair. I need to get out of this ridiculous suit, and see if I have temporary clothes to cover you."

As she opened the door to leave, Aunt Sophie called back, "Oh, if you decide to use the shower, I think you'll find that Brutus has set the temperature at a bearable level. He's such a thoughtful and reliable man." Then she left.

Penny debated whether it would be bath or shower. It was only bath at the Home, so the shower won. She quickly stripped off her school garments and threw them into a corner. Nervously she turned on the shower and found it just as her aunt had promised.

Soon, Penny was lavishing herself with foam over her breasts, down over her belly and between her legs, her fingers gave her a thorough cleansing as well as no little thrill. As she allowed the water to wash away the suds, she realised that she had forgotten to place a towel nearby.

Turning off the shower, she opened the doors and stepped out. She was just halfway to the towel when the door opened and Aunt Sophie came in. Penny had been sharing showers with other young women for over a year, so why did she feel so awkward now? Was it because all that her aunt was wearing was a diaphanous robe, through which her breasts, lovely figure and dark triangle showed clearly.

Penny grabbed for the towel to cover her nakedness. Standing uncertainly facing her aunt, she saw the smile of approval that her aunt gave her. 

"Oh, Penny, this is one thing you'll get used to. It's all about inhibitions. I'm hoping you'll be able to overcome them. I rarely wear anything at all when I'm about the house. And I have to tell you that you have a superb body. I've been trying to find you a bra, but with those firm breasts you don't need one. Now, get dried, put on the towel dressing gown behind the door there, and come through."

As she quickly towelled herself down, Penny's mind was racing. Her aunt had said that she didn't wear anything around the house. But what about Brutus seeing her? Or the one called Paris?

Collecting the robe behind the door, she slipped it on and went back into the bedroom. Aunt Sophie, had changed into a loose fitting gown, and greeted her enthusiastically,"Here we go, Penny."And with a throw away gesture she said, "Robe off."

With less hesitation she let the robe fall away, and her aunt handed her silken panties, which felt so sensuous against Penny's skin. A white blouse which Aunt Sophie buttoned up only as far as the last three buttons. "If you've got it, flaunt it," Aunt Sophie laughed. Finally a dark blue flared skirt was only a little slack at the waist.

For footwear a pair of sandals were just the right size, "We'll find something better when we shop. Now look in that mirror."

Penny stood in front of the full length mirror by the walk-in wardrobe, and was staggered t how different she looked. "I look—look-"

"Terrific, my dear, and you'll look even better in your own clothes. Now, I believe dinner is waiting in the conservatory"

The conservatory was a vast glass structure at the rear of the hose, giving a view over the large terraced garden. A table in the centre was set for two, and a tall man was busy at a side table. Penny guessed that it had to be Paris.

Aunt Sophie confirmed that, when she asked, "What delights for tonight, Paris?"

He looked up a tight smile on his sallow face, "Chicken paprika, Miss Sophie, with peppers."

"Come and meet my niece, Paris."

Smiling more warmly now, Paris walked towards Penny, holding out a hand. Penny held out hers, and like Brutus, Paris held it in more delicate hands, bent and kissed it. "I'm pleased to meet you.Miss Penny."

He stepped back and said, "If I may say so , Miss Sophie, there is a strong family resemblance."

Penny was surprised to hear his comment, but Aunt Sophie laughed and chuckled, "Oh, yes, black hair and fabulous tits."

Paris did not look at all shocked at that comment. Aunt Sophie talked Penny to try a half glass of white wine with the food. Penny wasn't too sure about the initial rather bitter taste, but it did leave a warm feeling inside her. But she could not recall tasting anything as good as that meal. In fact, as she said to Aunt Sophie at the end, "That was the best ever food I've ever had."

"Hear that, Paris. You have yet one more fan."

Paris gave a little bow, and said, "Thank you, Miss Penny."

As they left the table Aunt Sophie put an arm around Penny's shoulders, which was rather comforting. "Time for some serious talk," her aunt declared. "Paris, let Brutus know we'll take coffee in the lounge."

Like everywhere else Penny had seen so far the lounge was richly furnished, with deep, comfortable sofas and easy chairs, an elaborate book case. As they entered Penny's eyes were drawn to a small painting which showed a naked lady sitting astride a naked man, who was seated on a chair, his face buried between the lady's ample breasts. Her head was thrown back in, was it shock, or delight? 

Penny was slightly confused about what was taking place there, and she glanced in the direction of her aunt. Aunt Sophie gave a little smile and simply said, "Much to learn, Penny. Much to learn. Starting now." And she directed Penny to one of two easy chairs positioned near a huge television screen on the wall.

When they were settled and Brutus, dressed more formally in a dark suit, had brought in and poured the coffee,Aunt Sophie told him, "No interruptions, please Brutus."

"I'll ensure that, Miss Sophie."

He left and Aunt Sophie said, "I'll begin by filling you in about how I am in this pleasant situation. I'll try not to bore you." She gave Penny a wide smile, and Penny could not envisage anything about her aunt being boring.

"I'm sure you will have noticed that I have a very relaxed attitude to sex."

The unbuttoning of her suit jacket, the flimsy see through gown, the erotic painting, yes, Penny had noticed all of that, and had wondered about the significance of it.. 

Aunt Sophie's eyes were firm on Penny, making her uncomfortable, as she said, "I've been debating with myself just what is the fairest approach to take with you. It's more than just a relaxed attitude, I have. I just love sex. I suppose you could say I'm just a short step away from being a nymphomaniac. Yet I had a very similar restrictive early life like you have endured."

Penny wasn't sure what her face was showing, but her mind was racing with the mixed emotions of what her aunt was telling her. Shock and surprise were there, but there was also the excited tingle of how her own body felt it needed to escape from the repression it had known in the Home. "Not as frustrating as mine, was it?"


Learning from Aunt Sophie Ch. 02



It was early afternoon when Penny Garson woke for her second full day in her Aunt Sophie's luxurious house. Aunt Sophie, or just plain Sophie, as she had insisted Penny call her, had wanted full chapter and verse on her first time experience with Mark Mason. Her aunt had been amazed that her niece had been out all night, and was interested in every little nuance of the encounter. There were certainly plenty of elements to report in Penny's willing sacrifice of her virginity.

Slipping, naked, from between the silk sheets of her bed, Penny headed dreamily towards the en-suite. Even now, some fourteen hours later, she still carried the memory of their embraces in her head, still recalled the first time nature of the whole affair. First kiss, no, even before that the first subtle caress of his eyes regaling her clothed body, the first touch of his hand in hers, they were the starting points.

His look as her naked body was exposed to male eyes for the first time, followed by a fearful first glance at his erect penis, and her touching at its hardness. That bulbous purple head, which she brought to her lips later in the evening. As Sophie commented, "What a first was there, my dear?". 

Before that, in rapid succession, her trembling, as his hands applied a first touch to her naked breasts and nipples, his subtle fingers drifting over her skin, and fondly caressing between her thighs. That heart stopping first, as he touched her clitoris, and she almost spasmed with the delight of it. It was only surpassed by the first totally unexpected touch of his tongue down there.

And then came that magical first, her actual deflowering, and, after initial brief pain, the frantic sensation of his large prick gliding up inside her. Now, as she soaped between her legs in the shower, the very remembrance of that had her moistening, and it had nothing to do with the steaming shower water.

Drying off , and eyeing her naked body in the mirror, she knew that last evening had opened her up, and she was like an engine that would demand regular servicing. The very thought of having a man feasting his eyes on her was appealing in itself, but then to have male hands, lips and tongue preparing her for that ultimate express rod roaring into her tunnel---wow, she was hooked. And that was just how Sophie had said it might be. 

Before going downstairs, she dressed simply in a loose fitting top, and jeans. Not too familiar with the house, as yet, she was lucky to find Sophie in the conservatory. As her aunt stood up to greet her Penny was surprised to see that she was fully dressed in a neat blue summer suit. Sophie, as she had learned already, usually preferred to walk around her own house without any clothes on, confident in the knowledge of her excellent body.

"You've had a good sleep, my dear," Sophie said, with an added grin, "no doubt you needed it. It's almost three o'clock."

Penny gave her aunt a peck on the cheek and received one in return, and Sophie told her that Paris had kept some lunch for her. When Penny remarked about her being dressed, Sophie shrugged, "I have one of my clients at four." She sighed," I'll be back by six. It's one of my quickies." And they laughed together.

Before she left with Brutus driving, she said to Penny, "You're a big girl now. Why don't you spend some time getting to know the house better? The majority of the erotic paintings and pictures are on the third floor. When I come back we'll have dinner and look at a few more DVD's to enhance your learning. Although, you seem to have taken some massive steps last night."

Sophie gave her niece a deep penetrating look, before asking, "How do you feel now that you're virginity's gone?"

"I feel open. I feel like I can't wait to do it again."

Sophie gave her a knowing smile, "It looks like you have acquired my genes."

Laughing Penny slapped her own thigh, "No, we bought these yesterday, remember?"

Sharing the laugh, Sophie said, "We can talk about what we can do to fulfil those needs tonight."

Just as Sophie left, Paris came through to ask what Sophie would like to eat. Very tall, very slender, Paris had been most gentlemanly when Penny met him, and she had been amazed when Sophie had explained how she was able to walk around naked. It was because Paris and the massive Brutus were partners, and although able to admire feminine beauty, it had no appeal for them.

Informed that dinner would be at six thirty, Penny made do with a ham and cheese sandwich, which Paris delivered, deliciously toasted in short time.

After lunch Penny began her first real exploration of the house. Moving across the vast hall, Penny took a quick glance at the portrait of Sophie's late husband, a very handsome man. The large lounge sitting room was where, on her first evening, Sophie had given her the insights into her life, including how her high sexual drive was now assuaged by giving her body to any individual in a group of twelve men, who had paid into a heart charity of her choice. Shocked at first, Penny now realised how sensible the arrangement could be.

On the first evening in this room, Penny had been a little puzzled by the oil painting that hung behind the door, depicting a naked man seated in a chair with a naked woman sitting astride him, with her head thrown back. Looking at that picture now, she wasn't at all uncertain about what was going on.

The second floor was mainly a series of four bedrooms, but one room, with extra wide windows contained two large easels, and on a bench an array of paints, brushes and other art materials. Several empty canvasses lay against one wall, and against the wall opposite the window there were six completed canvasses.

The facing painting Penny could see was an excellent reproduction in oils of what could be seen from the window, part of the garden, the fields and trees beyond. The colours were so close to reality, that Penny, who had no art experience was lost in admiration. She could only think that Sophie was very modest about her artistic ability. 

Moving that canvas to one side, Penny gasped at what she saw on the next one. In sharp natural skin colours, a naked lady was spread over a low wide stool, her parted legs towards the artist, and the whole pink of her pubic area was clearly defined, her breasts were stretched almost flat although the nipples jutted proudly. The head was lost behind the back of the stool. Penny wondered if the model had been her aunt. Everything about the body although in a taut position suggested it could have been. But had she just painted it from memory? It was a most provocative painting.

Looking around the room, Penny found, tucked away in one corner, the actual wide seated stool that had been used. The next two paintings were both of the naked lady. In one, she was leaning forward, on a lounger, dark hair covering her face, as her fingers touched between her parted thighs. The other showed her stepping out of an old fashioned bathtub, clutching a towel, to her waist, her head turned away. But, those breasts, the hair colour, it just had to be Sophie. 

Her eyes widened as she revealed the next painting, since it was of a tall man, big, in every sense, yet he appeared to be all muscle, head turned away towards the window, his flaccid penis long, and prominent, even though limp. The final picture was a shock in more ways than one. First of all, it wasn't a canvas, but appeared to be some kind of board, and it was a sketch, in charcoal possibly. To Penny's unpractised eye, it looked like a less accomplished piece of work. All right, the others had been in oils, but somehow this sketch lacked consistent proportions, and there was a certain absence of clarity about it. 

What it didn't lack, as far as Penny was concerned, was shock value, for it depicted two naked men, each with his face buried in the other's shoulder. One of the men was massive, and could be the same man as in the previous painting. The other was tall, slim, although his body looked well muscled, and every muscle was clearly delineated. The focus of the drawing was on the fact that they were each clutching in one hand the massive erect penis of the other.

Penny could not deny that, if only from the build of each, the pair could only be Brutus and Paris, and what was particularly noticeable in any of the paintings was that no face was shown to confirm identification. She knew she would have to ask her aunt about these particular paintings.

All the other rooms on the second floor contained at least one erotic picture. One room had two on the wall over the bed, and they looked like very ancient pictures, but the couples depicted were naked and obviously joined at the hip. All the other rooms contained a single oil painting, each displaying a naked man and woman. In these pictures the man either had his head between the woman's wide thighs, with his hands clutching her breasts, or without being too specific, the woman had her face down in the region of the man's prick. In one such picture they were favouring each other's pubic area at the same time  

By the time her explorations had taken her to the third floor, Penny had little doubt that Sophie's house was one where eroticism reigned. Yet she was to find that on this top floor the eroticism went a stage further. Whereas before there was a certain guardedness about what was happening, and much was left to the imagination, here the pictures left very little doubt about what was being sucked, licked or penetrated. 

Every one of the four rooms had at least three pictures on display. Two of the rooms featured old type sketches, and Penny found herself looking at a naked man, having his erect prick enveloped in the mouth of a naked young woman, while he fingered between the legs of a second young woman, and licked at the open labia of a woman standing over him. 

Another showed a naked woman servicing two men with her vagina and her mouth clearly taking large penises. In all cases the accuracy, and detail of the work was remarkable. Penny decided to ask Sophie about the idea of two men at once. It had given her a vague sense of curiosity. What must that be like? It seemed unpleasant, but the woman in the picture looked anything but distressed, as she stroked the scrotum of the one invading her mouth.

The third bedroom had nothing but charcoal or pencil sketches around the walls. Even though these were all in black and white, the amount of detail in them was staggering. They seemed especially pointed at the genitalia of the female, and in most cases the two features that stood out, when it was a lone female, was the floral pattern allocated to her lower area as she held her labia open, and the wanton, seductive open lipped look on her face.

Many sketches moved to close ups of a penis entering a vagina, or being played along that area. Close up too, of the bulbous head at the lips of a woman, looking as though she couldn't wait. Always that lascivious look was pronounced on the female faces. Penny found it all too overwhelming to take in at once, and knew she would need to come back to have a long slow look.

Then she entered the fourth bedroom, and discovered an instant rapport with what was around her. For all the walls, other than the window wall, were covered in photographs, some black and white, mostly coloured. A quick glance around indicated that there seemed to be a development of theme from just behind the door. 

The early photos were of young women. They were fully clothed, either in short dresses, or in shirt and jeans, and that latter made Penny smile as that was exactly how she was dressed at that moment. Giggling she copied some of the poses in the pictures. Looking back over her shoulder, legs wide apart, and in all cases the look on the face was lustful. She didn't have a mirror to view her attempt at that, but she was sure she made a good copy.

Moving around, she found that, gradually, the cover of clothes lessened. Shirt buttons were loosened, dresses rode up to the thigh, especially by placing one leg on a chair. Soon the slope of breasts became more evident as shirts were pushed back, and dresses were unbuttoned. But always the facial expression was that of a temptress.

Very quickly, the women were down to panties only, and the poses became more abandoned. Fingers pulled panties aside to reveal pubic hair. These were women Penny was looking at, yet she found it exciting, and she knew she was moistening. Then, men began to appear in the photos. Mostly, at first, bare-chested, and wearing jeans or shorts, and on their first appearance they only looked at the women in their various poses.

Penny had to check her breathing as the pictures began to heat up. Bare chests were stroked by the women, kisses were exchanged, and hands on bodies became more and more important. One picture showed panties being pushed down by a man. A woman's hand laid over the crotch of a man's jeans and her mouth shaped an 'oh.

Men lost their jeans, and erections became rampant. A naked man stood behind a naked woman, and pressed against her buttocks. Whether they were actually doing anything was difficult to tell, but the woman's head was thrown back with a rapturous look on her face. Many kisses, tongues clearly in use, were in shot. Bodies were pressed together as hands appeared to explore. Some shots indicated an erect prick poised at the lips of an eager looking woman. But Penny noticed there was no specific proof of real intimacy taking place.

She moved to the window to look out over the gardens. Her mind was teeming with everything she had seen. Once she looked back at the area where the women posed alone. "I could do that," she told herself.

Coming down the stairs from the third floor, Penny looked forward to talking to Sophie about what she had been viewing in her absence. To her surprise, and not realising how time had flown while she was engrossed upstairs, her aunt was just coming through the front door, as Penny reached the hall.

"My dear," Sophie greeted her joyfully, "have you had a good afternoon?" They met in the middle of the hall and Sophie embraced her as though they hadn't met for ages. "Well, what have you been up to?"

Sophie told her, and said she had a lot of questions. Sophie nodded her head sagely, "I'm not at all surprised. But keep them until we've eaten, then we'll have another talky session in the lounge, We'll see if you actually need further education after your time with Mark."

"Was your afternoon good?"

Sophie gave her a big smile, "Better than I'd hoped."

Over dinner in the conservatory, where, with Brutus assisting, Paris served them a delicious spicy lamb bake, Sophie continued her tale of a satisfactory afternoon. "He's usually a quickie, but today, he worked on me really well, and I was very close when he came into me, did his usual four strokes and then done. Nearly got me all the way, but not quite." 

Her hearty laugh was good to hear, and Penny was set to learn that, when one of her sessions went well, she was always brighter. Before the meal, both Paris and Brutus greeted Penny with their usual courtesy. In fact, she was quite surprised when Paris commented, "Your hair looks so much more attractive when it lies natural like that, Miss Penny."

Penny glanced at Sophie to see her reaction, but she was smiling and nodding her agreement.

"Thank you, Paris," Penny said.

After dinner Sophie and Penny settled once more in the lounge, close to the television screen in the corner. Sophie was still wearing the trouser suit from the afternoon, and she shrugged off the jacket to reveal a see- through blouse.

"Now, Penny, let me hear your observations on your afternoon. Were you shocked?"

"Just a little, but I was more intrigued. And---" Penny wondered whether she should admit this, "---just a little turned on."

Sophie's face lit up," Good. No, excellent. Shows you have an erotic soul, like me." 

Now for one of her major questions, and Penny drew in a deep breath before asking, "The art room, where the easels are. I didn't know you could paint."

Sophie nodded, smiled and told her, "I sometimes do it to relax, but I'm not very good."

"But those finished canvasses. They were so good."

Again Sophie nodded, "They are good aren't they? Only I didn't do them. I wish I was that skilled. No, they are all Paris's work."

"Paris?" Penny was aware that Sophie was watching her closely expecting her to go on, so she had to add, "But the nude model?"

Sophie put on a mock frown, "You didn't recognise my wonderful tits?" And her hands pressed over her bosom.

Penny was just a little stunned, "But that one stretched over the stool, so revealing. It meant that Paris had to be looking---"

"Right up my chute," Sophie said, and laughed before becoming more serious. "Penny, you will slowly learn that there is no prudery, no shyness in this house."

"I think I'm beginning to get that message. Before I even got to the third floor rooms I was telling myself that eroticism was king."

"A good way of putting it. You know how Paris likes to pay compliments. You're hair, this evening, for instance."

"That was kind of him."

"That's the way he is. Although Brutus isn't far behind him in that department." She smiled and lowered her voice slightly, "When Paris was doing that painting of me stretched over the stool, do you know what he said when he was concentrating on my nether regions?"

Penny just shook her head, fascinated by what she was finding out. 

"Well," Sophie went on, beginning to chuckle, "he came forward to have a closer look, and he said, 'It will be like painting a rare pink carnation. Wasn't that sweet of him?" Her laughter burst out, as she added, "When I asked him if he'd like to touch it, he jumped back so fast he almost knocked the easel over. I'm just not his type. Nor Brutus's. You saw the sketch of them holding each other?"

"Yes, I was wondering about that."

"That was one of my puny efforts in charcoal."

"I did notice the difference," Penny said, and seeing Sophie's raised eyebrow, she went on hurriedly. "No faces can be seen in any of those."

Sophie nodded, "Quite deliberate. I have been able to have quite a few of Paris's paintings placed in galleries, and a few have sold, mainly to collectors of eroticism . But we only put forward those where there is no chance of identification."

Penny nodded, and told her aunt how sensible that seemed.

"There are a few up in the attic which are rather more revealing, but not for sale, because of that. Now, from intending to take you through a slow track of sexual awareness, you have jumped ahead by some distance. Mainly thanks to Mark. And now the pictures you have been viewing may have taken you a step further."

Penny nodded, "Some interesting positions. There's the prick in the mouth that I was tempted to do with Mark, but didn't."

"But did you want to just because he had licked your clit?"

Penny shrugged, "Maybe. Then there was one with a woman taking two men at once."

Sophie's lips tightened, before she said, "Penny, there are many aspects of sex that you need to be cautious about. I can't express anything but caution, when it comes to personal choice. You are going to be a highly sexed young lady, as I was," She half smiled as she corrected herself, "As I am. Sometimes you will have to follow your own desires. I have had two men at the same time, only twice, but on both occasions I knew and trusted the men. Same goes for the oral thing. If you want it---then fine. We'll look at a video about that, in a moment. Was there anything else you want to say about the pictures?"

Penny had been waiting to tell her this, "Oh, yes, the photographs. The single models, then, the later, more erotic shots. I found all of that very exciting. In fact---"

Penny stopped, seeing Sophie lean forward expectantly, as she urged, "Yes, go on."




Learning from Aunt Sophie Ch. 02



Penny puffed out her cheeks, "I could fancy being a model like those girls." And she swung a leg provocatively over the armchair, half turned her body away, and looked over her shoulder with what she hoped was a sensuous look.

Sophie all but yelled her delight, "You do have my genes. That is exactly where I started, exactly where I learned to avoid all the pitfalls---and there are many of those. But if you really want to go down that path, I can both advise you, and place you in good safe hands."

"Could you do that?" Penny asked, her heart beat rising.

Sophie leaned forwards, her elbows on her knees, as she looked searchingly into Penny's eyes. "I certainly could. Right, let's consider this before we get onto extending your sexual knowledge. First of all, how are you going to feel having men gaze at your naked body?"

Thinking of Mark's reaction to her nudity, she said, "One man already has."

"Being naked in front of a lover, is rather different to having maybe five or six men pointing a camera at whatever part of your body they wish." Sophie's face was as serious as Penny had ever seen it."It's a giant step, Penny."

"Well, how can I know?"

Sophie was silent for a while, deep in thought, and Penny was beginning to feel rather uncomfortable, when her aunt suddenly turned to her, head nodding, a half smile on her lips. "How would you feel about Paris doing a painting of you?"

"Naked?"

"No, he wouldn't do that."

Penny bridled at that, "Why not? He's done it for you."

Sophie gave her a sympathetic smile, "Because he's familiar with seeing my body. Ask him to paint you naked now, and he'll refuse. Walk around the place for a couple of days without a stitch on, and you'll get a very different response."

"But why?"

"It's just a quirk he has. He's not comfortable with something he's not used to." Then Sophie paused for a moment, "You know I told you I'd never press you into following any of my behaviour. That's still true, but I think you've found that we share some genes. You asked to lose your virginity and now you've asked if you can be a model. I haven't pushed you, have I?"

Penny shook her head, and admitted the truth of that, but was just a little concerned about where this was going.

"I think," Sophie said quietly, "that if you can't walk about this house naked, with two gay men the only ones to see you, then how will you be able to appear naked in front of five or six lustful photographers? Think about it. Not now, but later, when you're on your own."

Penny knew she did need to think very deeply about how things would work out. She knew how easy it would be to act all blasé, and believe being naked would be no problem. 

"Now, let's leave that for a moment, and consider what extension you might require in your .sexual knowledge."

"I know how to enjoy it now," Penny admitted, with a shy smile.

Sophie shook her head, but returned the smile, "With Mark, I certainly chose the right one to break you in. I never expected him to want to take you three times.

"Nearly four," Penny pointed out. "The very first time he came into me, I had an orgasm."

"Rare, first time. But Mark's that good. Go on."

"But he hadn't completed—and asked if he could. And his final thrusts, almost had me going again."

Sophie stood to switch on the player, and reach for a disc. "Giving you Mark may have raised your expectations of what to expect every time. They're not all as understanding as him. Now what aspect do you want to cover?"

Penny didn't have to think too hard, "I think taking it in the mouth."

Smiling, Aunt Sophie, waved the disc she had picked up, "Now, why did I think that is what you'd want to see?"

As she placed the disc in the drive, and switched on the screen, Sophie said, "Remember I told you on your first night here that a man likes to think of his penis as being the Golden Rod? Treat it with adoration and he'll be putty in your hands?"

Penny nodded eager to press on.

"Well, it isn't always as easy as that. Yes, give it sweet attention. But don't take it into your mouth unless you want to, either because you're grateful, or really need to please him. Never do it on demand, okay?"

Sophie switched everything on, "This is quite long. I like this man, but just watch."

The screen lightened and the familiar bedroom appeared. This made Penny feel even more involved. She had actually lost her virginity in that room. Then Sophie's naked body came into view, as she moved to the bed. Penny was sure that, on camera, her aunt's lean, shapely body was even more impressive. 

On screen, Sophie had turned and held out her arms, a naked man appeared, his erection lancing out in front of him. He was a tall man, quite handsome, Penny thought, but maybe older than Sophie. His dark hair showed flecks of silver at the temple. He and Sophie came together in a warm embrace, her arms around his neck, his round her back, where they moved up and down over her buttocks.

Penny watched fascinated, as his erect prick pressed against Sophie's belly. She appeared to sway her body over his pressure, as their tongues mingled in a deep kiss. The man's hands came up to caress Sophie's shoulders. He appeared to push her away, not hard, just enough to break the kiss, and have his prick jutting in the space that showed between them.

He reached for one of Sophie's arms, and finding her hand he directed it down onto his erection. Penny saw his lips move, as Sophie stroked his hard prick.

Beside her, Sophie spoke for the first time, "See, Penny, right here he's asking if I would take him into my mouth. Notice he left one hand on my shoulder. See how the muscles in it are tensed. He is putting pressure on, hoping to get me to kneel in front of him. Now watch."

On screen, Sophie, while shaking her head, had moved her hand from his prick to wag a finger in his face. The man shrugged, smiled and nodded his head.

"One of the difficulties with taken it in your mouth is--" Sophie began.

Eager to show some understanding Penny interrupted," In case he pours his stuff in your mouth?"

Sophie gave Penny a hard look, then reached out and patted her on the knee, "My dear, you still have much to learn. One is that the whole point of a man wanting to put it in your mouth is just that. His desire is to empty down your throat."

For Penny, that action suddenly became less desirable, "What?"

Sophie held up a hand, before waving it towards the screen," Just watch. I'll explain" 

The couple on screen were now lying side by side on the bed with the man raised up over Sophie, as they kissed passionately. His hand moved over Sophie's breast, and it was possible to see the effect as Sophies thighs jerked.

Beside Penny, Sophie murmured, "One of my many vulnerable spots. Penny, I'm overloaded with erogenous zones,"

"What's erogenius?"

Sophie chuckled, "Erogenous. Any stimulating point."

"I must have a few of them."

"I'll bet you have. They can be in unexpected places. One of mine is just here." Sophie explained, and touched a spot in her hair just above her right ear. "If a man just rubs gently there for a short while, I moisten. Watch this part." And she drew Penny's attention back to the screen.

Fascinated by what she had been hearing, Penny gazed at the screen again, where the man was sucking at Sophie's nipples while his hand was drifting down into her black pubic hair. Sophie's eyes were closed, her mouth gaped a little, and her lips were slightly parted.

"This is one of my favourite times, where I'm rising to a lovely peak, and my mind is working ahead to what I want next. I think it's pretty clear here what I want."

On screen her hand had reached down to stroke the man's erect prick, one finger caressing the purple head , before her hand slid down the whole length. Penny could tell that the man wanted more of that. He twisted his body so Sophie could finger his balls.

At the same time, his own fingers, after a brief stroll up Sophie's inner thigh, began playing along her crevice, and Penny marvelled at how the camera angle changed to take in different actions from a new angle. It was clear that Sophie's hips were rising to urge his fingers to probe deeper.

Then the man appeared to pull back, to watch Sophie's caresses on his erection. He said some thing, and Sophie's arm went around his neck, pulled his head down so that she could place a quick kiss on his lips, before putting her mouth close to his ear.

"Negotiation time," Sophie told Penny. "Now watch and see if you can guess what has been agreed."

Clearly something had been agreed, for the man gave another smiling shrug, and immediately ran his hand down over her belly and slid them between her parted thighs, while they kissed passionately. The camera angle shifted so that it was focused on how the man's fingers were slipping between those lower lips, to slowly drift backward and forwards along the groove.

Sophie's face left no doubt that she was on a crest, her tongue licked around her open mouth, and her head rocked from side to side, almost in tune with his finger movement. Then, as his fingers fastened more definitely near the front, obviously on Sophie's clit, she arched her hips.

A return to the original camera angle, showed his lips and tongue, drifting downwards , lingering briefly on her breasts before moving positively southwards, until his mouth was poised at her bush. 

"See how close I am here," Sophie's voice broke into Penny's concentration on these intimate events. Penny was very aware that her own thighs had moistened just by watching. On screen the man's lips and tongue had replaced the fingers on Sophie's clitoris. Those fingers had moved back towards the back of her crease,  

Now, the pace really hotted up. The position of the man's head as he pampered with tongue and lips around Sophie's clitoris, prevented a full view of what his fingers were doing. It wasn't too difficult for Penny to guess, as his arm jerked forward.

"Three fingers," Sophie gasped, "he was trying to get three fingers up me. Now look, I'm gone."

As Penny's own excitement rose, she saw Sophie's hips heave violently up into the man's face. The camera on her face showed her head tossing, her mouth agape as though in a scream, her eyes rolling in her head.

Slowly, the man withdrew his head, and for a brief moment his hand jammed up at her vaginal passage came into view. Then, he started moving his body upwards, his erect prick stroking over her belly and stopping at her breasts. Sophie's hand gripped it firmly.

"Guessed what our agreement was?" Sophie asked, her eyebrows raised.

"Did it have something to do with you having your climax first?"

"Close enough, my dear." Sophie clapped her hands. "Using your mouth is all for his pleasure. I make sure I get something out of it. See what's happening now."

Sophie had taken the prick to her lips, where her tongue rolled over the smooth purple head, and tickled into the little slit in the end.

"I did that to Mark," Penny declared.

Sophie nodded and smiled, "You little devil."

They watched, as Sophie held the erect prick up and her tongue ran along the large vein there. That had the man showing his appreciation, as his lips formed an 'ooh'. Then quickly Sophie's tongue travelled back and her open lips enveloped the whole prick and her mouth moved back along it until she was pressed against his pubic region.

As her lips moved gently backwards and forwards along his length, Sophie threw her right leg over his chest to straddle him. This presented her nether end near his face, and he instantly reached out and began fingering her clitoris. He even raised his head with his tongue out in an effort to lick the region.

The effect on Sophie was clear, her lips moved faster and faster along his shaft. Penny could see her cheeks concaving with a real sucking motion. 

The man was clearly so close that he could not keep his tongue on Sophie's clitoris, as his head collapsed back on the pillow and his mouth gaped. At the same time his hips began to heave in rhythm with the sucking, and, suddenly, Sophie held her mouth tight at his pubic area. Penny saw her throat beating and pulsing.

She was swallowing. The man was clearly shooting his stuff into her mouth and Sophie was swallowing it. Penny was stunned. Her aunt was actually swallowing it. The whole of the man's body appeared to collapse, as his arms flopped to his sides, and before long his limp prick slipped from between Sophie's lips, leaving a thin trail which Sophie quickly licked away.

Sophie slid off the man's chest and lay back beside him, and that was when the set was turned off.

"Well?" Sophie asked. "What did you learn?"

"You really swallowed."

"Better than having it all over your face, or filling your mouth."

"Does it taste awful?"

"You can get used to the taste, rather salty. But it's sticky and I prefer to get it down. Did you get any kind of turn on"

Penny had to admit that she had, and when Sophie showed her pleasure, Penny went on to ask, "That sixty nine thing."

"What about it?"

"Did you do it to get extra pleasure for yourself."

Sophie nodded, "In a way. I got more pleasure, but didn't you see? 

Penny had thought about this, "When he touched you, you seemed to go faster and sucked harder."

"Exactly, my way of speeding the whole process up."

Penny had other questions, "That sixty nine position. There was an old picture upstairs. Do people do it until they both climax in that position?"

"Some do," Sophie told her, "I prefer to do it only as a bit of foreplay, a quick turnaround of position and a standard position finish, which, by the way can be very explosive since, after all the mouthing, you will both be on the edge."

Penny's curiosity knew no bounds, "You don't always suck a prick until it goes down your throat do you?"

Sophie laughed and placed a kindly arm around her niece's shoulder, "No, it might only be part of a bit of foreplay. Honestly, Penny there are too many variations of what a couple can do for each other. It all depends on the moment, on the couple and how they want to go on."

. They talked around that for just a few minutes before Sophie brought up the subject of Penny's possible modelling. She produced a laptop from under the table, and while she talked about Jeff, who was the photographer she had in mind, being very trustworthy Sophie told Penny of the many pitfalls she must avoid.

"A major source of many problems is drugs. There are many folk who indulge but, you must not be tempted in that direction."

She went on to outline the time when she got to do more nude work, and how the more suggestive shots could produce, from certain quarters, wild offers of more money to be made. At this point she turned the laptop so that Penny could see the images she called up.

"These young women fell for that line, or maybe drugs took hold, but would you fancy any of this."

Penny looked and caught her breath, as she saw a young woman bound to a table, feet hanging over one side, head over the other. At either end a man stood with his erect prick entering the relevant orifice. Sophie moved to another image, where a young woman was strapped over a barrel, and a large penis was clearly entering her anus. Penny pushed the laptop away, "Do they really allow themselves to be caught up in that sort of thing?"

"Too easily." Sophie affirmed. "I nearly fell for a guy's sweet talk. He took me to this place, and when I got a hint of what filth was going on---well!"

"What did you do?"

Sophie laughed, "I kicked him in the balls and left. Easy to laugh at now, but watch out for that trapdoor."

A few more minutes talk, and then they parted to retire to bed. Penny's head was full of the scenes, the images, and the promise of what could be. She also had to come to that decision of getting herself used to being seen naked. Surprisingly she slept well.

As soon as she woke up the next morning, she was surprised that there was no doubt in her mind about what she should do. Shyness could not come into it. Besides she wasn't really shy, was she? Accordingly she took a good warm shower, sprayed herself with a little perfume, brushed out her hair, and stepped out of her room, not totally confident, but determined to look that way.

The rich carpet was a delight under her bare feet as she trotted downstairs and made her way to the conservatory, where Sophie, also naked, was sitting at the table. The moment she saw Penny, she clapped her hands in delight.

"Good girl," she cried, "I knew you'd do it."Then she called, "Paris, more toast."

Before Penny had a chance to sit down, Paris walked in carrying a toast rack. His pace may have slackened just a little when he saw Penny, but immediately he said, in a most matter of fact voice, "Good morning, Miss Penny. May I say, you look absolutely stunning this morning."

Penny could feel her face redden just a little, as she sat down and replied, "Thank you, Paris. So do you."

Paris flicked a wrist and giggled, "I'll bet you say that to all the boys." Then he left them alone.

Sophie smiled, "Isn't he a dear man to put you so easily at ease? Now sometime in the near future you must ask him if he'd like to do a nude painting of you. I know what his reply will be, but we'll leave that for you to find out."

As they completed breakfast and were leaving the conservatory, Brutus appeared, dressed as he had been the first time Penny met him. He bid Sophie good morning, before turning to Penny. "Good morning, Miss Penny. I must say you look wonderful today."

He then asked Sophie if he was needed at all. And Sophie told him that although she had an appointment that afternoon it would be a non-film occasion, and she would drive herself.

As they walked into the hall, Sophie told Penny, "One of my trusted ones this afternoon. We don't film all the time now Then I thought I'd call on Jeff and fix a meeting for you. Now, I have some paper work to attend to. Can you find something to occupy your mind?"

Penny told her she would look around those parts of the house she hadn't seen yet, and definitely look at the photographic models again to get some pointers.

"Good idea," Sophie agreed. "Oh, don't forget to look again at the older prints. Some of them are from the walls of Pompeii. Just shows you how popular sex has always been."

So Penny did a little more exploring and for one thing, discovered that there was a generous balcony on every side of the house, sometimes from a second floor bedroom, sometimes from the third floor. Then she soon found herself back in the room that had the photographs of models, and for ages she looked at them very closely and aped the poses and the sultry looks that she viewed.

She did look into the other rooms to check on what Sophie had said about some from the walls of Pompeii. All she knew about Pompeii was what the nuns had told her, and how the erupting volcano Vesuvius had buried it. Penny grinned to herself as she wondered why the nuns had never mentioned the wall paintings.

It was a warm sunny day and when, before leaving, Sophie asked Penny what she intended for the afternoon, Penny told her that she'd never had a good look at the gardens and the general surrounds.

"Plus, if there's time I wouldn't mind seeing what the area outside the grounds is like."

Sophie held up a warning finger, "Well, don't wander too far, and get yourself lost. If you do want to go onto the lane let Brutus know, and he'll operate the side gate for you." Then she had grinned, and gestured her hand up and down Penny's body before saying, "I trust you'll be doing a little cover up before going outside?"

When Sophie had gone, Penny went up to her room, pulled on a pair of jeans and a button up green blouse, and went down into the garden. Brutus obviously took very good care of it. The front of the house was all floral bushes, mainly roses, with various small bedding plants. Around the back there was a large section of vegetables, where Brutus was busily collecting something from plants growing as tall as he was.




Learning from Aunt Sophie Ch. 02



"Hello, Miss Penny. Enjoying a walk? I'm jut getting some runner beans for Paris to cook for tonight."

Penny told him how impressed she was with the gardens and Brutus thanked her. Then she asked him about getting out for a stroll in the lane.

Brutus walked along the drive with her, "Not going too far, are you, Miss Penny?".

"No, just to get a feel for the surrounds."

When they got to the main gate, Penny saw that there was a little side gate next to it. Brutus produced a little card wafted it over a disc, and the gate popped open. "If you're not going to be long I'll leave it unlatched," he told her. "The safest walking is across the road where the grass verge is wider."

It was across the road that Penny made for, because she had noticed the trees that flanked that side of the road, and she wondered how deep the woods might be.

She hadn't walked many yards when she heard the rough sound of a car approaching from behind her. From the sound of it, a very old car, and she half turned to see that it was indeed ancient. It was open topped and three men were cramped into it with large haversacks piled beside the one in the back seat.

The car slowed, then it pulled up onto the grass verge, and Penny felt just a little uneasy, as they called out to her. "Want a lift---or something?" Followed by coarse laughter, and the one in the back seat leapt out, and came round to where she was standing. Even as he drew level with her, so that she saw an oily stain on his shirt, the others were climbing out.

"Fancy a walk in the woods?" oily stain smirked, his eyes on the front of her shirt. His hand reached out , "Nice material, you've got there." And his fingers pressed into her left breast.

Penny's early thoughts had been that they all looked fairly good looking, and her libido had been questioning her needs. But now she was frightened. Her fear was justified as the other two each grabbed an arm and pulled it viciously behind her.

Terrified, she tried to cry out in protest, but oily stain slapped a hand over her mouth. "Of course she fancies a walk in the woods," he cackled.

"Maybe a shag in the woods, " said one, whose head was completely shaven. 

Penny's heart was pounding, her struggles only brought extra pressure on her painfully gripped arms. as she was propelled towards the trees. The free hands of the pair behind her, began to grope at her breasts, but the more she struggled the higher her arms were pulled.

They moved out of the sun into the enclosing trees. Oily stain walked backwards in front of her, one hand over her mouth, the other fumbling at her belt. His face creased in a crazed grin, while the two clawing her breasts had popped the buttons on her shirt, so that their cruel fingers dug into her bared breasts.

"No bra, and gorgeous tits," the ginger one said. Penny had convinced herself that her breasts were sensitive, but now she was finding that it wasn't to this kind of treatment. Oily stain was trying to get his free hand inside the front of her jeans.

They had only moved a few yards into cover, when the two pushing her became over excited at kneading at her breasts, and their efforts made her stumble to her knees. Penny's face struck against the hardness of the front of oily stain's jeans.

"Oh, look, her mouth's dying to taste my cock."

The others laughed, one of them tried to slide a hand down inside her slackened jeans onto her buttocks. 

Penny was simply terrified now. Those parts of her body which she had begun to see as pleasure sources were being cruelly defiled. In front of her face, a crowing oily stain had unzipped his jeans and his large erect prick waved in Penny's face.

"Come on then, bitch, suck it."

She turned her head away, and at the same time, she was aware of an invading hand groping into the crease of her buttocks.

"Grab her hair.. Keep her fucking head still. Come on, suck it."

A voice behind her pulling at her waistband snapped, "Let's get the fucking jeans off her. Then we'll see what treats we've got in store."

"Suck it, you stupid cow," Oily stain snarled, and the sudden blow to the side of her head from his flat hand all but stunned her, and, dazedly, she felt her nose being gripped. To breath she would have to open her mouth. Rape had never been a thing that she considered worthy of her attention. Now, as her limbs trembled uncontrollably, she knew it was imminent..

Oily stain was holding his prick against her slowly parting lips, and she felt the tears on her face. This wasn't how---

Suddenly she was aware of oily stain's prick moving upwards, then his feet passed in front of her face, also heading upwards. From behind, came angry cries as her arms were released and she heard a loud cracking noise.

Standing in front of her was the wonderful bulk of Brutus, his hands held high above his head, his face a study in pure anger. Still in a bit of a daze, she half turned her head to see her two rear attackers having their heads clashed together for the second time, and Paris was there. Even as she watched he released the pair and they collapsed unconscious to the ground.

Brutus was shaking oily stain with the ferocity of a terrier with a rat, before letting go of him so that he slammed against a tree and lay still. From sheer relief, Penny started sobbing. Paris had touched her cheek, now Brutus was bending to pick her up in his arms.

"You're all right now, Miss Penny," he growled. 

"Are you hurt anywhere?" Paris asked anxiously, as they made their way back to the roadside, where Brutus stopped and looked at the car. With a grim look on his face, he turned to Paris, and held Penny towards him, "Can you hold Miss Penny for a moment? Gently now."

Secure in Paris's careful grip, Penny watched as Brutus walked to the roadside of the car, bent, and heaved, to set the car rolling on its side. He took another look at it, and grabbed the bottom edge and with another massive heave he had turned the car completely upside down.

With a look of sheer satisfaction, although breathing heavily he joined his partner, who said, "I'll carry Miss Penny, while you get your breath back."

Penny had nestled her aching head against Paris's shoulder, and realised that she was still sobbing slightly

"How did—how could--?" She found framing any words difficult.

"Don't talk just now, Miss Penny," Brutus growled "You've had a really bad time." Then to Paris, "You happy carrying her?"

"Very happy," his partner replied. "She's my baby."

Penny was aware of his affectionate squeeze, and her breath shuddered in her throat as she recalled what she had been rescued from.

Reaching the house, Penny became aware that they were carrying her up to her bedroom, where Paris laid her on the bed. For the first time she realised that the whole of her shirt was open, and her breasts were exposed. Paris called to Brutus and Penny saw him point to her breasts.

Her immediate urge was to cover herself up, but Brutus looked and he growled, "Oh, those bastards. I could go back and throttle them."

Puzzled, Penny managed to sit up and look down at her breasts, There were three finger mark bruises down one side of her left breast, and, being upset and pained already, she quickly burst into tears again.

. Brutus said quietly, "Paris, I think a cup of tea would be in order, and she could have a little doze. I'll fix a shower for her."

Paris nodded and went out, and Brutus kneeled by the side of the bed and said, "Now, I know that you're very upset, Miss Penny, but I'm going to set the shower running so you can wash away the filth of their touch on your lovely body."

Penny nodded gratefully, and after a moment or two she heard the shower going and Brutus came back. "It's running at a reasonable temperature.I'll stay nearby in case you have any problems. Just yell, and I'll be there."

As she placed her feet over the edge of the bed, she said, "I know you will, Brutus."And with impulsive gratitude she kissed him on the cheek.

Brutus stood up to his full height, his hand to his cheek, "That is a kind honour you pay me, Miss Penny. I'll be on the corridor but I'll leave the door open."

Penny found the shower so refreshing, and she stayed under the water a long time, vigorously scrubbing, at all the places that their fingers might have touched. Her head still ached from the slap, and she wondered if there would be a bruise.

When she was dried, she viewed herself in the mirror, and was relieved to see that the marks on her breast weren't so bad. Naked, she went and lay on the bed. A respectful knock at the door had her calling, "Come in."

Paris came in carrying a small tray with a cup, a jug and a small teapot. Brutus was right behind him, as Paris placed the tray on the bedside table.

"Tea, and then rest," said Paris.

"Feeling any better for your shower?" Brutus asked. His eyes scanning her body, not in a lascivious way, but to detect any sign of injury.

"It has helped, thank you," Penny admitted, having to remind herself that she was lying naked on a bed with two men looking at her, and she was feeling completely comfortable with that.

"Hope you're all right for dinner," Brutus said, with a gentle smile. "You wouldn't want to miss those runner beans would you?"

"Cooked in paprika," Paris added, pouring a cup of tea, adding milk and handing it to Penny.

They left her, and she drank the tea slowly, her mind drifting over the last two hours, and how they might have distorted completely her thoughts about sex. She even recalled the moment the car pulled up, the frisson of excitement she had felt at the sight of three young men. That had been quickly dispelled. 

She couldn't help reminding herself that, had their approach been more gentle, more subtle, she may well have succumbed. Now she shuddered at the thought.

Her cup rattled in her hand. She was feeling so drowsy now. Delayed reaction to her ordeal perhaps. Setting the cup down on the side table she lay back.

Someone was calling her name from a long way away. No, it wasn't that far. It was a woman's voice. Penny opened her eyes and slowly focussed on the anxious face of Sophie. At the sight of her, Penny began crying again, while being annoyed with herself for being so soft.

"Oh, Sophie, I'm such a cry baby," she sobbed.

"After what you've been through. Paris and Brutus have told me all about it. Brutus saw that cat go past the gate, and luckily got suspicious"

"They were brilliant, Sophie. So strong, yet so caring. It was thanks to them that nothing happened to me."

Sophie leaned over her, and said gently, "But something did happen to you. Maybe not as bad as it might have been, but I can see it in your eyes, you are still traumatised." She stroked her niece's brow, "You're going to need rest."

"But I've slept well."

Sophie nodded, "Paris put something mild in your tea. Perfectly safe. And you'll take a little more tonight. Now stay in bed."

Paris brought her dinner on a tray,"Paprika chicken, Miss Penny, with those runner beans. I trust you're feeling a little better"

She thanked him, and after he left she found that despite the good food she had little appetite.

It took four days for Penny, or her mind, to get back into any kind of order. Sophie cancelled all her appointments to stay close. Penny slept a lot, gazed out over the gardens a lot, and was, initially, rather worried at the effect the assault had on her. She'd have thought she'd be stronger than that. But moments from the incident kept creeping into her mind. The biting fingers on her breast, hands pushing down inside her jeans, that penis threatening at her lips, only slowly did they begin to distance themselves.

Sophie kept reassuring her that the way she was feeling was perfectly normal, and she would come through it. By the third day, Penny was able to walk through the house naked. She was able to enjoy the kindly greetings of Paris and Brutus. Sophie told her that she had booked an appointment with Jeff, the photographer, for the following Tuesday, still a few days away, and Penny found she was able to look forward to that.

On the morning of the fourth day, she had just come down the stairs when she spotted Paris crossing the hall, and she called to him.

He turned, and a warm smile creased his sallow face, "Yes, Miss Penny? Good to see you looking like your real self. Can I do anything for you?" His eyes had never roamed anywhere but on her face. 

Penny returned the smile, and with just a little nervousness, blurted out, "Yes, you can. I would like you to paint me---naked."

Did his sallow face redden? But he said, "Oh, Miss Penny, that would be such a privilege for me, but I'd need to square it with Miss Sophie."

Penny smiled, "Of course. Nothing as big as that one." She indicated Sophie's picture along the staircase. But discreet like that."

"That would be a joy for me."

"Thank you, Paris."

That night Sophie, smiling broadly, told Penny, "Paris approached me this afternoon and asked, most respectfully, for my permission to dp a nude portrait of you. I knew he'd do that."

"A nude portrait?"

"That's how he put it, and I told him he could start tomorrow if you feel up to it."

So it was on the following morning in the second floor studio Penny found a comfortable sofa had been added to the furniture.

"Perfect for a natural pose," Sophie said, and with a laugh, spread herself, naked, and with legs parted, along the sofa.

Penny laughed with her, as did Paris, who was busily arranging his brushes and considering his colours. But Penny said," I think I should be a little more discrete, don't you?"

Sophie stood up from the sofa and gestured for Penny to take her place, "Just lie in a position that will be comfortable to hold, right, Paris?"

Paris looked at the way Penny had settled, "That would be fine, " he said, and waved his hand, "Just raise your right knee." And when Penny did that, he shook his head, "No, that covers your pubic area and looks too coy. Try raising your left knee."

Penny did as Paris suggested, and immediately Sophie said, Oh, yes, that will be excellent."

Paris nodded, "It emphasises your overall curves. The sight of the inner thigh helps that."

"Position of her hand?" Sophie queried."Like mine is on the staircase portrait, with fingers just trailing on the pubic hair."

Paris looked, and said, "I feel it would be better if the hand lay just alongside the pubic area, suggesting that it might be moving in that direction."

Penny placed her hand there, and Sophie immediately agreed with Paris, before saying to Penny, "He's so clever, and no art training. Isn't that right, Paris?"

"That's right, Miss Sophie. I've been practising for a very long time." He raised his fingers to his eyes as though framing the image. "Now I think you other hand maybe touching your hair. The arm up like that raises the breast---er---not that it needs raising."

Sophie nodded and winked at Penny, as Paris move up close to her. "I think he said, just a little wildness of the hair," And he flicked a couple of strands down over Penny's forehead, "If you'll excuse me, Miss Penny."

"I'm in your hands, Paris," Penny told him, and in her head she was wishing that they weren't gay hands. And she knew by the pull she was feeling in her lower belly that she was almost clear of her ordeal.

"You won't be needed here all the time, Miss Penny. Once I get the basic outline on canvas, I'll only require you for short stints. Especially to get the face right."

After three hours of painting, and having Paris's eyes roaming up and down her body, Penny rose expectantly from the sofa to view his work. 

"Not much to see so far," Paris explained, as Penny wondered whether her disappointment had shown on her face. There was only a basic outline of her lying position. No details of her body at all.

"Today it was important to get the outer shape utterly correct," Paris explained," And I think I've done that. Tomorrow I start on body detail."

After five days Paris declared that the painting was complete. He had placed a sheet over the canvas, when Penny and Sophie came for the final viewing. He looked so worried, Penny resolved to be as kindly as she could be, no matter how it had turned out.

When Paris removed the canvas, she gasped in delighted surprise. "God, I'm not that beautiful," she said.

"Yes, you are," Both Sophie and Paris said simultaneously, and they all laughed.

"You do like it?"Paris asked anxiously.

"It's wonderful," Penny told him, and went to kiss him on the cheek.

"I agree," Sophie said slyly. "And I'm just a little jealous. That face is a miracle, it contains a look of innocence with just a hint of something warmer behind the eyes."

Sophie pleaded that the painting be hung in her room, and Penny had no objection.

"Well, you've come through that test very well. Your nudity has never been a problem, has it? And tomorrow it is your introduction to the world of photography."

The following morning, as Brutus drove, Penny sat in the back of the Jaguar alongside Sophie, who had guessed that she was slightly nervous.

"I don't expect you to be doing any posing today, except for Jeff ensuring that you are of the right calibre."

"The right calibre?"

"Attractive, which you are, in spades. And comfortable with your own body. He's a lovely guy, and will keep you well advised of the poses, he wants you to make."

When she entered the surprisingly large ground floor studio, she found that Sophie had not exaggerated. Jeff was indeed, a lovely guy. In fact he was incredibly handsome, with corn coloured hair, a rugged face, and he was younger than Penny had expected, no more tha thirty five, she guessed.

His reaction when they were introduced, and he shook her hand in greeting, absolutely thrilled Penny. This very masculine, well built man, with experience of so many models, actually said, "My God, you told me she was good looking, but this face—why, it's gorgeous, and I would be happy just photographing it, in all its moods and manners."

Sophie nodded her own pleasure at his words, "I didn't exaggerate, did I?"

Jeff turned back to Penny. He had such deep brown eyes, and his smile was warming. "Your aunt will have told you about my limits. No pornography, but a balance of eroticism will be expected."

"Yes, she did tell me," Penny replied, wondering why she was slightly breathless. The prospect of being photographed by this man was most exciting.

"However, I allow other photographers to use the facilities here. There are other areas along the corridor, none as large as this, and although I advise them of limits, I cannot guarantee they always listen. But you will be the judge of how far you're prepared to go."

He turned back to Sophie, and terms of payment were discussed, and times of access. "I'll start off with three hour sessions. But first, I'm afraid, Penny, I need to see the rest of you."

Penny glanced at Sophie, who gave her an encouraging nod, as Jeff directed her behind a screen where she would undress, and told her there was a robe there if she wished to cover up.

Penny, still in a state of high excitement at the prospects that lay ahead, quickly removed the jeans, shirt and panties she was wearing. Briefly, she glanced at the robe, and thought it seemed pointless. Excited, she might be, but she was no longer shy about showing her body.

Naked, she stepped out from behind the screen, with her arms held in a revealing pose.

"Wow, "Jeff growled, "Sophie, she is astounding. Reminds me of you, a total natural. Penny, just turn your back to show me your rear."

Penny turned her back but looked over her shoulder, and, while intending to attempt a cheeky, sultry look, could only have looked surprised to see Jeff's camera trained on her and clicking.




Learning from Aunt Sophie Ch. 02



"A worthy start," he said, with a grin, and pointing the camera again, he added, "Face us and just smile."

Penny did, and the camera clicked once more. Jeff thanked her for her openness, and told her to get dressed. As she moved behind the screen, she saw Jeff saying something to Sophie, which appeared to appeal to her. Then before they left, Jeff said, "There's a stock room back there containing all kinds of costume, but for tomorrow just dress as you are now. It will be a while before you'll be doing any nude work."

On the drive home Penny asked Sophie how Jeff looked to be about her age. Sophie laughed, "He is. It was his father who ran the studio when he took me on. Jeff was learning, until his father's heart attack put him in charge." Her eyes left the road for a moment to glance at Penny, "And do you know what he said about you?"

"What?"

"He said that you have a lucrative modelling career ahead of you, if you want it. When you stripped off, he immediately doubled the hourly rate he offered originally. He has clients who make offers for various poses. And they're made to pay for that kind of service."

So Penny's modelling career began at two pm on the following day. For that first occasion Sophie stayed and watched, while Jeff encouraged Penny to pose anyway she felt comfortable. At first he wanted her to look like a shy young lady, all buttoned up and coy. He was pleased with that, and Jeff then asked what she might do to be more provocative.

Thinking of what she had observed in Sophie's third floor photo room, Penny unfastened the top three buttons of her shirt, and leaned forward. She sat astride a chair, placing her fingers at her crotch, or leaning back with her arms wide so that her shirt opened wider. Jeff urged her to keep going and his camera clicked over and over again.

Penny was surprised at how tired she felt by the end of the session, but she was feeling great after Jeff's effusive compliments.

"A natural," he declared again, " a complete natural. First day and I've not had to make more than a couple of suggestions."

By the second week she was using the dresses and skirts from the store room. In a flaring skirt, Jeff had her twirling so that the skirt rose to reveal her thighs, and in the summer dresses, unbuttoned high and low, she was encouraged to reveal much bosom and thigh.

Two other photographers, Gus and Rob, appeared during that second week, and they were most encouraging in their compliments, and helpful in their suggestions. Rob asked if he could take some exclusive shots in one of the separate rooms but Jeff told him Penny wasn't ready for that yet.

Other models were present during the third week, and a couple of shoots had Penny and a model called Debby, smilingly unbuttoning each others dress. But Penny found that, just like the developments in that third floor photo room, she was gradually wearing less and less, and consequently revealing more and more.

Penny was becoming increasingly aware of the urges that ran through her lower body. Urges that being unfulfilled, in the climate she was working in were almost irrepressible. She had mentioned it to Sophie, but her aunt had advised caution, "And patience, my dear. I know just how frustrating it can be when you have the kind of libido that you possess."

Just two days later, after two hours of posing in a yellow summer dress, which finished up totally unbuttoned, and the final shots had shown most of her breasts, with just a subtle covering of cloth, and her panties, so fine that there was no doubt about her dark triangle.  

Every one else had left, and Penny was kneeling up on the broad mattress that was often used for lounging shots. Jeff approached her with his camera in hand, "I want to take a few facial shots now," he said. "just look seductive, now smiling, now doubtful, now very happy, oh that's good."

He moved in closer, dragged the low tripod closer. Placing his camera on it, he looked through the viewfinder, and made some minor adjustments. "A client had asked for a facial of you specifically, in, to use his words, 'a state of near rapture.' I'm not too sure what he means by that, but I'm assuming something close to orgasm. Hes generous payer, if he likes the work. Think you can do that?"

"If I can remember," Penny said, but already, some little imp was playing through her mind.

Jeff looked surprised, "You have had an orgasm?"

"Only once, and it seems like months ago."

Jeff shrugged, "Well, show me what you can make of it." He looked into the viewfinder, and Penny put on what she thought might be her most voluptuous look.

"No, not quite," Jeff said, raising his head from the camera. "Let's see you try again." He watched as Penny worked on another expression of fake passion, and saw Jeff's head shake.

She took in a deep breath, wondering if she dared put her thoughts into action. Without further consideration, which might have stopped her, she said, "I know what will give me that look."

"You do?"

Penny lowered her eyes. Just like a shy schoolgirl, she thought, as she told him, "If you caress my breasts."

"That would work?"

"They're very sensitive," Penny murmured, and her hands trembled in her lap, as Jeff moved alongside her.

As he knelt down he said, "You really think it would work? I don't take liberties."

"I'm sure it would."

Her dress was still unbuttoned, so there was no obstruction, as he said, "You don't mind this."

Mind it? I'm gasping for it, she thought, but said, "No, if it works."

Slowly his hand pushed the dress back and his right hand closed over her left breast, before instantly sliding, with some expertise to the right breast. At his very first touch, the signals had flashed through Penny's body. Her breasts instantly tingled, the muscles of her abdomen convulsed, and deeper down low embers, so familiar, so neglected sparked into flame.

Penny had no idea what her face showed, but Jeff leaned back and said, "My God, you were right. That's perfect. Can you hold it?"

Penny shook her head, "I don't think so."

Jeff moved away from her, checked the camera focus, and attached a lead which he carried back with him. In the very short time since his hands had left her, an emptiness had engulfed her. So it was with an amazing sense of relief when he was back at her side, and this time his fingers on the slopes of her breasts were much more subtle. They trailed like live electric cables over each curve, lingered around the nipples, and the fire started again inside her.

As though from a distance she heard him say, "Oh, yes, great." And she heard the click of the camera, as he must have pressed the remote. Then his hand began to withdraw from her open dress.

"Don't stop, Jeff. Please don't stop." His thin cotton pants could not hide how he was reacting to touching her breasts. Penny resisted from touching down there and grabbed his wrist to hold him.

"Are you sure?" he asked, and looking up into his face she could see a look of genuine concern.

"Doesn't my face show how sure I am? I want you, need you to take liberties."

For just a second their eyes held, and then he was leaning into her. Their mouths crushed together, Penny's tongue eagerly seeking out his, while she relished the sensation of his hands moving over her shoulders to push her dress away.

His hands immediately returned to finger her breasts, with special attention on her nipples, which she could feel swelling under his touch. His fingers were so gentle, while his kissing and sharing of tongues was so wild. 

Penny's own fingers worked blindly at his belt buckle. Her skin craved to be touched everywhere, her thighs parted in a frantic anticipation. That was where her burning desire lived, between those thighs, so eager to be quelled.

Jeff's lips broke away from hers, to drop to her breasts while his hands pushed at her panties. His licking and tonguing of her nipples was more than Penny could stand. Her brain was telling her that she needed to calm things down, while her body was screaming, 'Give it to me!' She eagerly raised her hips so that Jeff could push her panties down, and a kick of her legs got rid of them.

Very briefly his fingers trickled like warm oil along her crevice, easily slipping into her moistness. Her mind almost in limbo, Penny was aware that Jeff was helping her struggle with his pants. Then they were gone and her fingers groped at the bouncing tip of his erect prick.

His fingers had moved directly onto her soaking clitoris, "My God, you're ready," she heard him gasp, and realised that was exactly the same tone of surprise that she had heard from Mark. Yes, she was ready, more than ready. She was on fire, and she clutched, what felt like his, very thick, prick, and pulled it so that Jeff had to follow and lie between her thighs.

"This quick?" He was able to query.

"No---quicker," Penny hissed, and she was able to direct his penis head directly at her entry, where her muscles were waiting to consume it, she was sure.

No beginner in the seduction stakes, Jeff eased himself upwards, so that within seconds Penny was on that longed for cloud of ecstasy, the moment of that first glide deep, deep up into her womanhood, where her vaginal muscles were so eager to assist, and her hips could heave up at the welcome invasion. That moment when she could anticipate even better to come.

And Jeff, she found, was so good, able to match his immense thrust to each heave of her own hips. His lovely erection was adding fuel onto the fire that was blazing inside her. For one awful second she felt his prick slipping back along her channel, and thought he had spent, but then that gorgeous weapon shot , hot and flaming up to her very heart, and that was too much for Penny.

She heard the harsh croaking, before realising it was coming from her own throat, as her head tossed wildly from side to side, and the fire burnt brightly inside her belly, before exploding, shooting sparks everywhere in her body. Penny could only guess that they even shone behind her eyes. Ah, that moment, that longed for moment, when every muscle in her body rejoiced in the sheer pleasure of it.

Penny knew Jeff must have recognised her climaxing, and his thrusts quickened, became more forceful, and as her own ecstasy lessened, it became an added delight to feel his massive grunting lunge deep to her heart, and she knew he was pouring into her. Those lunges continued delightfully for some time, and then his body collapsed down against her, and their perspiration mingled before he slid to one side.

After a short panting silence, he muttered, "My God, Penny, you will know, I have had my fair share of women, but there is only one who had that utter desperation in her demands, who was instantly ready."

"And that was?" Penny asked, knowing exactly what the answer would be.

"I believe you live in her house. And you share her sexuality."

Penny smiled. Two men, she'd given her body to, and both recognised how she and Sophie shared a similar libido. She wasn't really surprised that Jeff had experienced Sophie.

Without sitting up, Jeff said, "Having looked at your face, seeing that body, over these weeks, today was a special for me." Now he sat up,and looked down at her, "And so unexpected."

"Sophie told me she was only a point above nymphomania. Am I like that?"

He smiled, "Today felt like it, but like Sophie, you need to find the right outlet for your passions." He touched her face, before adding, "I will go on admiring your looks, and if you ever get really desperate, I will be here. But that's all it can be. I hope you understand that."

Penny was neither surprised, nor saddened, by his statement. In fact she appreciated his honesty, and she told him that, adding, "Work comes first. And it's good to know you wouldn't let me be sex-starved."

He laughed at that, and he placed his lips on hers. Penny was sure it was meant to be a casual kiss, but she had noticed that his penis was better than just flaccid, and as their lips came together she ran her fingers along his length. His tongue instantly slid along side hers, and Penny felt his prick move up from semi to three quarters in her hand.

Briefly, he broke the kiss, to whisper, "Are you a witch in disguise?"

"No disguise, I'm a naked witch, or maybe a vampire."

"Then I need to drive a stake into you, but I can't reach your heart." With that, he rolled between her thighs and his full erection entered her. Penny was instantly taken with that wonderful lift shaft sensation, as he glided easily up into her for a second time.

There were no elaborations, no experimental touching. He simply rode into her, and she so gladly responded with vaginal muscle and hip thrust. They were like that for several minutes, occasionally kissing, Jeff breaking to nuzzle at her breasts. For Penny, it was all so warm and loving, until the real passion took over, and they were pounding madly at each other, she rolling on top of him at one point. 

Once again, Penny felt her whole being start to sizzle and she had her orgasm just ahead of his again. It was just plain wonderful, she thought.

When she was dressed and ready to go, Jeff put his arms around her, and looked into her face before saying, "Thank you for a superb hour. I'm sure Sophie will have warned you, but if I can just add, that there are many unscrupulous men around this business. Given your openness, please stay aware, all the time."

She thanked him, gave him a quick kiss, and went out to the car park, where Brutus was waiting patiently with the car.

When she got home she had no hesitation about telling Sophie what had happened. Sophie smiled sagely, as she nodded her head, " I wondered how long it would take. A lovely guy, Jeff. But just as vulnerable to an eager woman as anybody."

"He's worried that I could be vulnerable to unscrupulous types in this business."

"So am I," Sophie said seriously."You can make a lot of money, but while you are seeking regular satisfaction you are at risk. "

"I'll be careful."

"If only we could find you a permanent source to satisfy your needs."

"But I still have so much to learn."

"You certainly have," Sophie said, but she was smiling."You certainly have."  



Learning from Aunt Sophie



Aunt Sophie pulled a sour face, "You think not? A girls only school from eleven, so I wouldn't be contaminated by contact with boys. And when I was close to turning eighteen I was so aware of so many changes in me that I was already sensing that I would need to make a stand, sooner or later. When I finished High School, it wouldn't be university, it would be St Augustine's, where Ruth—er -your mother was already going. "

"My mother went to St Augustine's?" Penny gasped, that news really shocked her.

"Oh, yes, at that time it was strictly a church school run by nuns, for senior girls, aged eighteen to twenty one. It didn't surprise me when they had you set to go there--but they didn't know how it had changed."

Aunt Sophie took a sip of her coffee, "I had just turned eighteen when I made the break, and left home."

"How did you manage that?"

"Along with a good friend, Freda, and two other girls, all ready for university, I had been having snogging sessions, with a group of eighteen year old boys from the nearby boys' school. Always after school. But somebody snitched, and my father confined me to the house until I started St Augustine's."

Aunt Sophie shrugged, "I secretly packed my few things, and left."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that. My best friend, Freda's father worked the rigs, and was always away. Her mother was dead. She was delighted to have me live with her."

"But that kissing, was that all it was."

"Yes, but I knew from the way it made me feel- I learned aout open mouth and using tongues, but that's as far as it went. Yet my body was telling me there was so much more. An untapped heat was inside me."

Penny nodded her head, 'untapped heat', that was a good way to describe it. "So what happened?"

Aunt Sophie took a sip of coffee, and gave Penny a big smile, "That move seemed like a signal for my luck to change. Just as I hope my finding you makes your luck change."

"It has already," was Penny's heartfelt reply.

Aunt Sophie reached out and patted her niece's knee, "I'm so pleased to hear that. Anyway, my luck did change. I was free to encounter boys, and when I had the good fortune to get a modelling job, then things really started to move. I found myself being propositioned left right and centre. One of the cameramen gave me my first full experience, and from the moment I felt his prick gliding up inside me, I knew it was something I was made to do, and regularly."

Aunt Sophie stopped and looked at Penny with cool brown eyes, "I'm not shocking you, am I."

"Anything but--I want you to go on."

"I'll cut it short for now," Aunt Sophie said, then she licked her lips before continuing, "My modelling work took me to higher class functions, and it was at one of these, when I'd just turned nineteen, that I met Ray Banning, the man who was to become my husband. It was immediate attraction. We danced three times and were in bed together by midnight."

She paused and a distant memory appeared to cross her face, "I told you what a great lover he was, Penny. Well, that night he taught me what great loving was. He knew exactly how to please a woman, in so many ways. I was totally enraptured, but strangely, his opinion was that in me, he had found a woman who was more responsive than any hed ever met. We were married within that month."

"So here I am in this big house, which his father had purchased on the proceeds of his massive paper manufacturing company. Ray had taken all that over. Oh, we had such nights here, such times. We were so compatible in every way, but especially in our sensuality. "

Her eyes moistened for just a second, and Penny guessed what was coming, "I was twenty five when he had his heart attack. I felt that my own life had come to an end. For a couple of months I was ill with grief. Slowly I became aware of my deprived libido, and I knew that it would not be long before my sexual needs would return."

Aunt Sophie's eyes looked more brightly at Penny now,"Coming up to date now, my dear. Might be a bit of a shock."

Penny wriggled in anticipation, "I can't think how."

Her aunt's head nodded meaningfully, "We'll just see. Ray had a number of close associates, men I'd met on various occasions. A few of them started calling regularly, either by phone, or personally, first of all in sympathy, but soon asking me if I'd have dinner with them." 

Aunt Sophie grinned meaningfully, "Men. For many of them dinner is step one towards the bedroom, and I had little doubt that Ray, who was very open about sex, will have given them more than a hint of my sexual proclivities. So, on a couple of occasions I succumbed and, although neither were a patch on Ray, it did ease my inner tensions, and they were very appreciative. But then I had this sudden brainwave—my master plan."

She looked at Penny slyly, "Shocked yet?"

"No," Penny said.She had been a little surprised to hear that her aunt had given in to those men, but could appreciate what it might be like to have strong desires.

"Then this might," Aunt Sophie chuckled. "I started charging them money for access to my body. Ah, see that's made you sit up."

Penny couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was Aunt Sophie telling her she was a prostitute "But—but--doesn't that make you--?"She couldn't say the word. 

"A call-girl, of sorts, I suppose you could say. Here's how it went. First of all, I certainly didn't need the money. Ray has left me well banked. Secondly, I had to find how many men there were who'd be willing to pay a hundred pounds or more to have me naked in their arms, especially when they knew the money was all going to the Heart Fund charity which I had agreed to sponsor."

Penny knew her face must have shown a range of emotions. She knew nothing about how much this kind of thing should cost, but it seemed like a large amount. But then how could it be for charity.

Aunt Sophie was smiling kindly at her, "When I told each man that the money would go to a charity in memory of Ray, I had ten to twelve who admitted they wouldn't mind trying it. The married men liked the idea more when they could pay the money direct to the charity, so avoiding any suspicions. I arranged with the charity to let me know each time they had a donation.They thought that strange, but went along with it. So I knew exactly who was due my service."

She looked at Penny for approval, "A good idea?"

"A dozen men, you said. You were prepared to sleep with up to twelve different men?"

Aunt Sophie did not look surprised by Penny's outburst, "What I think you'll find, Penny, is that sex is sex, you either want it or you don't. You either need it, like in my case, or you don't. I did worry that after they'd had one nibble at me they would call it a day, and then I would have the problem of finding others who might be strangers. But to my utter surprise, of the original dozen, only one did not come back. The others went on, some weekly, others fortnightly."

Penny was doing rapid calculations in her head, "That means you had to have sex every day almost."

"I tried to keep it to every other day--but I have done two in one day before now."

"You're still doing it?" Penny's tone now did show high surprise, and no little amazement.

"Oh, yes, numbers did fall away for a time. Two died, two moved away, but I was lucky enough to find access to a couple of replacements--younger and unmarried replacements at that. One of which should never have to pay for sex—he is so good, but has a very charitable disposition."

"Wow!" Penny found that was all she could say. This elegant aunt, so bound up with her sexuality, had Penny wondering just what she would find in herself when the time came.

And maybe that time was not so far away as Aunt Sophie said, "Now, what about you? First of all, have ever you been kissed?"

The answer was so easy that Penny didn't even have to think about it, "No, not really.."

"Nothing at all?"

"I never had the chance," Penny said regretfully.

Aunt Sophie stood up, and walked around the lounge, her face showing nothing. Penny watched her elegant figure moving beneath her silken gown, and could well imagine men being willing to pay for the privilege of access to that body, and boldly said so.

Aunt Sophie stopped and gave Penny a gentle smile, "Very kind of you, my dear. But now I am more concerned about overcoming the gaps in your awareness. No kissing, doubts about male anatomy, uncertainties about the sensations within your own body, you do seem like a special case."

She came back, and sat down facing Penny. "Remember, you are a free person now. You can treat your absence of experience in any way you want. We can leave it all to chance—I suppose that would be classed as the normal way. Find a boy who wants to kiss you, to love you—and I have to say, that should not be difficult—but it has risks, it has frustrations. Another, more immediate option, is that I attempt to give you some visual insights to broaden your knowledge."

"Visual insights?"

Aunt Sophie indicated the large TV screen, "Up there. I have a large number of action DVDs—mainly of me doing what I think I'm good at. But I have no wish to point you in that direction if you aren't comfortable with it. But first, there's one major, major question."

"What's that?" Penny asked, vaguely excited by the prospects being placed before her.

"Before I ask, please do not feel any obligation created by what I have told you. It has to be what you want, all right?"

Penny nodded.

Her aunt went on, "How much do you want to lose your virginity?" Aunt Sophie held up a hand," Don't feel you have to answer immediately. I know many young ladies want to keep it for that special one, while others see it as an unwanted encumbrance that they are desperate to get rid of, to be free to explore their own sexuality."

Aunt Sophie was making it sound like a very complex decision, but there was no doubt in Penny's mind. "I want it away, gone, out of me, "she said firmly. "And soon."

Only a very slight grin showed on Aunt Sophie's face, "Your choice is noted. Now we can start taking steps to reach that goal." She turned away to reach for a remote that lay on the table, pressed a button and the dark TV screen brightened. "Your uncertainty about the male genitalia needs clarifying before you do anything else. You are about to see a male penis, cock, prick, dick, tool—"She laughed, "—so many bloody labels for it. But you will see it fully erect--you ready?"

"Oh, yes," Penny hoped there wasn't too much eagerness in her voice.

The TV screen flickered for just a moment. "This is just the opening of a sequence you might be more ready for later." 

The picture that showed, in colour, revealed the male buttocks facing a blue covered bed. The buttocks themselves were quite shapely with indentations on either cheek. Very slowly the man began to turn, his face was off-screen, but the large jutting appendage that came into view made Penny gasp. It looked huge, like a tree trunk with a bulbous purple head at one end, thick black hair all around the base, and there was a sack hanging below it, more between the legs. As the camera pulled back, Penny realised that the close up had given an illusion of size. 

When a feminine hand appeared in shot, and stroked along the length of it, that put the size into some perspective. But it was still worryingly large. The hand closed around the erect penis, and moved up and down it. When the hand came away Penny wasn't sure if the thing wasn't bigger than before. It looked like it was trying to point upwards but was too heavy and could only jut out straight ahead.

"Is that supposed to fit inside me, down there?" Penny said, a little breathlessly.

Aunt Sophie placed a hand on her shoulder, "You'll be surprised how easily and delightfully, it will fit, once you get the first time over. Just remember this, Penny. You are looking at the Golden Rod, the thing a man holds dear. The more attention you pay to that, the more adoration you show for it, the more he will appreciate it."

She switched off the recorder, and removed the disc from the player. As she put it away and drew out a different one she said, "I believe there are two main types of men. There are those who believe they are God's gift to women, and think that by plying women with their Golden Rod they are doing their duty, and they are generally the one's who shoot their load fastest, over and done." 

"Shoot their load?" Penny asked.

"Their sperm, their cum, their baby maker, their stuff." Aunt Sophie explained sensitively before going on. "I have one or two in my little group who are like that. I have to smile kindly afterwards and tell them how wonderful they were--egos satisfied. On the other hand, there are, thank God, those men who would not be satisfied unless they knew for certain that they had lifted their lady partner to the stars. Now their Golden Rod is something to be wished for."

Penny couldn't help feeling that she had stepped into a very valuable person in Aunt Sophie. This, she was certain, was true sex education.

Aunt Sophie had switched on the screen again, "On this one, you are going to see me doing it with a man who thinks he is, but isn't, the greatest lover in the world. It was one of my early clients, sadly, dead now."

Images appeared on the screen, a man and a woman, both naked, standing close together their lips locked together. "See what a kiss can look like," Aunt Sophie murmured.

Penny found it difficult to detect as the two mouths seemed to mash together, but just briefly as they almost broke, she saw tongues, but couldn't say which tongue belonged where. Within seconds the kiss was broken and the tall, lithe, exquisitely shaped lady, was leading the man, short and rather portly, to the bed. As she turned full face Penny could see that it was clearly Aunt Sophie. "Good female body, huh?" she chuckled close to Penny's ear.

While moving to the bed, the man's hand was groping at Aunt Sophie's breast. His erection bobbled in front of him, and Penny had a terrible urge to giggle. She resisted as Aunt Sophie fell back onto the wide bed, her legs slightly parted, her arms held up to welcome the man.

He eagerly lay alongside her. They kissed and his hand squeezed possessively at each of her breasts in turn. Penny saw that the kiss was even more passionate now, tongues appearing more clearly as mouths parted. He was pressing his erect prick (Penny decided that was the best name for it) against her thigh. 

Aunt Sophie's hands roamed up and down the man's back, but as the man broke the kiss, and his mouth dropped down to her breasts Penny's aunt whispered, "Watch my reaction here."

Penny leaned forward, looking more closely. She saw Aunt Sophie's head go back and her mouth widened as though in rapture, and as Penny noticed the subtle twitching of her hips, her aunt had reached down to grasp at the man's prick. He moved his lips from her nipples to say something, and then plunged his face back into her breasts. 

"See how my involvement has changed. Any touch at my breasts sets me going. I'm pulling him to bring him on."

Sure enough the movement of her hand on his prick were more frantic, and Penny saw her spread her thighs wider apart, while the arm she had around behind him tightened to roll him over her. He raised his head, said something and his face indicated that it was some kind of protest.

Aunt Sophie chuckled, "He knew he hadn't got to stroke my clitoris, but he'll soon forget about that."

On screen, Aunt Sophie had his prick pressed between her spread thighs. As their bodies slammed together Penny could only guess that it was the moment of entry. She asked her aunt if she was correct.

"Absolutely right. He's right up into me, watch his little backside go. See my face. Whenever that man thing is inside me, that moment is a delight for me—but watch—"

Penny had seen the ecstasy on her aunt's face on screen, saw her hips rise to match the thrusts from the man. Then, he suddenly tensed before lunging forcefully, and collapsing onto Aunt Sophie, burying his face in her hair. Her face showing over his shoulder reflected obvious disappointment, yet when he finally raised his head to look down at her, she was wearing a grateful smile, and gave him a gentle kiss.

"Good acting is important sometimes," she said, smiling at Penny. "Especially with the in and done merchants" She switched off the DVD. and asked, "Did you learn much from that?"

Penny shifted uncomfortably, well aware of the moistening between her thighs. "I've learned that I don't need much stimultionto turn me on."

"Ah, it had that effect on you. Good, I'm pleased. When you see some of the other DVD's you'll really be turned on. But it's a shade early for them."

Penny voiced one query that had occurred to her as she watched, "How do you get the pictures?"

Aunt Sophie nodded, "Trade secret," she said casually, "but I can tell you. There is a false mirror in the room, behind which the main camera is housed, and there are mirrors hidden in each of the other walls which can be controlled remotely."

"But who does the controlling?"

"Brutus."

"Brutus? You mean he sees you naked, and doing that?"

"Oh, female nudity doesn't bother Brutus. He can admire it, but he and Paris are lovers. Been together since before Ray took them on.

Aunt Sophie sat down facing Penny once more, "Now ," she said, "about ridding yourself of this virginity. After seeing the events on screen, do you still want to go ahead with it?"

Penny had no doubts, "I'm even more certain," she told her aunt.

Aunt Sophie pursed her lips, "I have to tell you that I feel just a little responsible for pushing you into this."

"You're not pushing me, Aunt Sophie. It's what I want."

"All right. Would you wish me to set up somebody for you?" 

"You could do that?"

"I think I may have the ideal person."

"What do you mean by ideal?"

"One who cares for the lady he's with, and in this case, not too old"

Penny thought for just a moment, suddenly strangely nervous about setting this in motion, but she said, "Would you go ahead then, Aunt Sophie?"

Aunt Sophie nodded, "I'll see when he's available." Now she leaned across and took Penny's hands in hers. "There's one other thing I think we should clear up."

Wondering what was coming made Penny slightly nervous about asking, but ask she did.

"Well, my dear, you've been calling me Aunt Sophie, very respectfully, I have to say. But I don't need reminding who I am to you, and neither do you. So I think it will be much more fitting if you just call me Sophie. You be comfortable with that?"

"I—I think so,-er—Sophie," Penny told her, with a shy smile..

"Good, that is resolved then. Now, you've had a rich full day and an early night is just what you need. Come along, see if you can find your way to your bedroom--a full day tomorrow, kitting you out."

Penny found her room without much trouble. Just a short corridor into the main hall, and there was the stair case. There was only one blue painted door. As she lay in her comfortable bed, delighting in the silk sheets against her naked skin, Penny could hardly believe how that one day had so turned her life around. In no time she ws into a sound sleep.

As Sophie had promised the following day was a full one. Indeed, Penny could never have guessed how full it would eventually be.It being a bright, warm day her aunt wore a loose summer dress, which somehow highlighted her breasts. Penny was driven into town and Sophie led her from store to store, where three summer dresses, two cocktail dresses, several blouses, jeans,, and skirts were purchased. Add to that, some rather sensuously coloured underwear, and several sets of footwear, and Penny was beginning to feel like a rather spoiled child. And, as the left the last shoe shop,she told Sophie that.




Learning from Aunt Sophie



Sophie gave her a long hard look before her face creased in a wide smile, "My dear, where I'm about to take you now will prove you are far from that."

She would say no more than that, and Penny wondered just where they were going as they drove through the city. Out of the main commercial area, and down near the river Sophie stopped the car outside a high block of flats, beckoning for P enny to follow her to the main door, where a tall uniformed man saluted and said, "Good day, Miss Sophie."

Sophie returned his greeting before they were quickly zooming upwards in a lift. "Where are we?" Penny asked.

"Heading for my work place," Sophie chuckled.

On the fourth floor, Penny was led to the second door on the left. Sophie produced a card which she placed in fromt of a small pad in the wall, and the door opened. Penny gasped at the luxurious room she found herself in, comparable with anything back at the house. Rich soft sofas and large easy chairs, a drinks bar which was well stocked, and there was a large French window with balcony that looked out overthe river. For Penny it was all too breathtaking.

Sophie had pushed open the dorr on the right, "See the bedroom."

Again Penny was staggered. The room wasn't as big as the one she had at Sophie's, but it had the colouring, the aroma, of somewhere meant for seduction with a large bed against the rear wall.

"This is where I meet my gentlemen friends," Sophie told her, and a wicked smile slowly creased her face, "and where you will be cuddling up to Mark this evening."

If Penny had been in a state of shock before that moment, Sophie's last remark absolutely stunned her. "Tonight? So early?"

Smiling reassuringly, Sophie told her how she had contacted Mark on the previous evening. "He's one of the more recent, younger men, I told you about. A lovely young man, good looking and very thoughtful when it comes to a woman's needs."

While Penny was trying to consider the implications of this news, Sophie went on to tell her how this Mark had been uncertain about taking on the responsibility of giving Penny her first experience. "He wondered how ugly you might be, since you were still a virgin. So I told him-," And Sophie laughed,"--very!"

Penny managed a weak smile at that, but still wondered at the situation of knowing her first time was imminent.

"But then,"Sophie went on, "he came up with a super idea. I told you he was a very thoughtful lover. He suggested that he take you for a meal first, to create the right ambience, and get to know each other better, even though it might only be a one off."

A meal out, a real date, with a prospect like that Penny's doubts began to crumble.

Sophie showed her the elegant en-suite, and before they left, she handed the key card. "You'll be coming back here, of course, for any final comforts." Sophie gave a knowing smile. "Brutus will drive you to the Cafe Pompeii which is just around the corner from here. I'll give you a cellphone so you can contact him when you wish to come home. Any time—Brutus won't mind."

Sophie glanced at her watch, "Now you have an appointment in five minutes time so we better gt moving."

"An appointment?"

"With my hairdresser. You need just a little styling with such lovely hair."

Could this life get any better? There followed a rapturous few hours, in which she was, pampered at the hairdresser's, coming out with her hair subtly curled outwards at her shoulders, posing in each of her new garments to the approval of Sophie, and finally showering and preparing herself for her evening adventure.

At six thirty, prim, powdered and perfumed, her nerves jangling slightly, she walked carefully down the stairs in her first ever high heeled shoes, and wearing a neatly fitting, dark blue cocktail dress. Sophie, completely naked, stood at the foot of the stairs watching her descent, "My God, if I looked as good as you when dressed, I wouldn't go around like this." And, laughing she wafted her hand down over her naked figure.

Penny smiled a little uncertainly.knowing just how much she owed to her aunt for appearing like this. "Sophie, I'm so grateful for all—"

"Stop," Sophie ordered, "You are my responsibility. Got the key?"

Penny patted the tiny handbag Sophie had loaned her 

"Right, Brutus is waiting at the front door. You have the cell phone. So have a wonderful evening." Sophie stepped in close to give Penny a tight hug. "You're trembling. There's nothing to be nervous about."

Penny knew that, yet couldn't help it. When she went outside Brutus, in a smartly fitting light grey suit, had been standing by the car, now he opened the rear door, and said, "May I say, Miss Penny, that you look really smart."

"So do you," she replied, as she climbed into the car, enjoying his modest chuckle.

Before she knew it, the car was pulling up outside the impessive awning of the Cafe Pompeii. Brutus got out of the car, opened her door and as she stepped out, offered to escort her to the door, which he did.

Inside, at a lavish reception desk she, as Sophie had advised her, asked for Mr Mason's table. Immediately, she was escorted through immaculately laid tables to where a man in dark blaizer was already standing up to greet her.

Penny's breath caught in her throat. The man, Mark, was arguably the best looking man she had ever seen. She knew that in itself didn't mean much given her limited experience, but he was extremely handsome with hair the colour of which had Penny thinking of a lion, He had wide blue eyes and a square jaw.

"I'm delighted to make your acquaintance, Penny, "he said, taking her hand. A brief squeeze and then he moved around the table to pull out her chair for her, and as she sat down he said, "Dammit, Sophie told me you were ugly. I thought she was joking."

As he moved back to his seat his eyes were fixed on her face to see how she took that, but Penny was laughing, pleased that he had an obvious sense of humour. Joining in with her laughter, his face became more serious, as he said, "Actually, what Sophie told me about your looks, and it was glowing, did not come anywhere near the truth of it. You are really beautiful, and ,if you don't mind, I'll just sit here and gaze at you all night."

"You'll get hungry."

"But maybe not for food."

Penny was feeling more and more confident with this man, and she asked lightly, "Is this your usual chat up style?"

"I haven't got a chat up style."

"And it shows."

His laughter was honest and unforced, and Penny's heart quickened as she realised that they were going to get along just fine. Certainly, she thought, in this part of the evening, their relationship was set fair.

When the wine waiter came, Penny had to admit her lack of experience with wine, and Mark nodded, "In that case, "he told the waiter, "we'll keep it light and just have a carafe of your best white."

"Certainly, Mr Mason," the waiter said, before moving away.

"You're well known here?" Penny asked.

"It doesn't take many visits or judicious tips to get you recognised."

The meal was a fantastic array of tastes, and oral sensations. Penny sipped at her wine cautiously but found it helped loosen her tongue, allowing her to talk about her strait-laced upbringing, and the frustration of the Homes. Mark listened attentively, putting in the occasional sympathetic comment.

Mark told her something of his early life, but Penny was sure he played it down in deerence to her. His father had built up an extensive timber business which Mark had joined in on leaving university. But five years earlier a large fire had destroyed a large section of their stock, and the warehouses they were stored in.

"I'm sure that's what led to my father's fatal heart attack, while we were putting the business back on its feet."

Then it was Penny's turn to make sympathetic comments. But she had been wondering why a strikingly handsome man like Mark would be in Sophie's band of men friends. What he had just been telling her gave her some insight, and, as though reading her mind he began explaining.

With a smile on his face, he said, "When Sophie approached me at a party, and made the offer, my first thoughts were, what a self-centred bitch she must be. But she knew how I had lost my father, and I had been lax in not contributing to some heart charity. So I booked in for just one session." His smile became even broader as he went on, "Wow! A session with your aunt is something I now look forward to. An incredible woman."

As they finished their coffees and Mark signalled for the bill, he looked seriously at Penny. "Now, listen, in spite of anything Sophie might have told you, if you are not happy about this situation, we can call it a pleasant evening, and end it here."

Penny groped in her handbag, knowing exactly what her response was going to be. Every laugh, every glance from his blue eyes, sometimes at her face, occasionally at her slight cleavage, something had trembled in her lower body. She wanted, needed to know what it was like to be possessed by a man like this. That curiosity was not without a certain nervousness about how her reactions would show themselves, but only time and touch would reolve that.

She found and held up the key card, "Can I invite you back to my place for a drink, "she said ,hoping her grin was telling enough.

"Your place?" He returned her grin, stood and reached for her hand.

"I heard that at the pictures when I was a little girl."

"Well, your not a little girl any more. You are a very beautiful young lady, and I'd be happy to accept your invitation."

Outside, the air was warm, and, the stroll to the flats was pleasant. In spite of it being her invitation, Penny was uncertain of the direction to take and, gently holding her hand, Mark lead the way to the flats.

The very fact that he had held her hand all the way, had Penny trembling as she pushed open the door to Sophie's flat.

Mark followed her inside, and whispered , as he bumped the door closed, "I hope your trembling is excitement rather than worry."

Penny turned to look up into that manly face, knowing that her trembling was a mixture of both, with other added elements. Anticipation was there, alongside concern that her reactions would be all wrong. Mark relaxed the situation somewhat by asking , "May I give you an early kiss?"

So polite, so desirable, Penny could only give a dumb nod of her head before his mouth came down to hers. Their lips seemed to mesh naturally, and the kiss was warm, moist, with no tongues but with sufficient pressure and movement to provoke in Penny a delicate pulsing in he nether regions. Her quick judgement was that he was a fabulous kisser.

Mark broke the kiss, shrugged out of his jacket, and hung it over a chair. He then went behind the bar, and told her, "I'm going to have a small gin and tonic, just to help me relax. You take something?"

Relax? He needed to relax. A little imp inside her head was saying,' You don't want him too relaxed.' But, as she sat down on the sofa, demurely pulling down her skirt she said, "I have never had spirits before."

Mark nodded, "Don't take any risks. Might I suggest a very small vodka with orange juice. Just enough to settle you, while we chat."

Settle me, relax him, Penny was just a little confused but she said, "I'll try the vodka." And she watched as he poured a bare trickleinto a glass, before adding orange juice. Then, carrying both glasses he came and sat alongside her on the sofa, handing her the orange liquid.

Catching her breath at his nearness, at the touch of his sleeved arm against her bare arm, made Penny wonder how she was going to feel when he really touched her. Cautiously, she sipped at her drink, and tasted only orange, with maybe just a hint of heat in her throat.

"Vodka is almost tasteless," Mark told her, "but that makes it very dangerous because it can really hit you if your careless with it."

Penny suddenly found the nerve to ask a question that had plagued her since they met, "Have you never had a full time girl friend?"

She was relieved to his smile telling her that he did not mind the question, before he replied, "Yes, I had Melissa for two years."

"What happened?"

"She packed me in."

"She—packed -you—in?" Penny's surprise registered in the spacing of her response. "She must be--"She just managed to check herself from saying the word 'crazy', but could tell from the expression on Mark's face that he was amused, and that he knew exactly what she had been going to say.

Mark turned his body fully towards her, and his right arm snaked around her back, touching the skin above her dress, as he said, "I believe we've skirted around the main subject for long enough, don't you"

No asking for permission this time, his lips found hers, and Penny, already ecstatic at the touch of his fingers on her skin, was only too willing to accept the kiss. Within seconds of that first mingling she felt his tongue slide into her mouth, and without hesitation, almost impulsively, her own tongue was touching then tangling with his. Later, she would decide that that was where the rapture started.

As their tongues explored, the electrodes flared, first inside her mouth, along the inside of her cheeks , then out and down her jaw. With each increasing move of their lips and tongues, the sensation moved down her neck onto her shoulders, her breasts, belly and between her thighs, all were aflame. Penny could hardly believe could deliver such emotion, but it wasn't just his kiss, his hand on her back was stroking in ever wider caresses over her skin, which tingled madly.

Mark's left hand was resting just under her right breast, and at the first, very cautious, movement it made up onto that mound, Penny could not withhold an involuntary gasp. It was a gasp of sheer pleasure, but Mark pulled his mouth from hers.

"You all right" he asked anxiously.

"Oh, God, yes." she hissed.

"Then perhaps we should find somewhere more comfortable, to take the next step. Unless you want me to stop now."

"Stop now, and I'll kill you, "Penny growled, and instantly wondered how she had dared to say that.

Laughing loudly, Mark pulled her to her feet, and for a brief moment they stood toe to toe, repeating their wild kisses. Only this time, Penny had her first introduction to a major factor, as something hard was pressed against her stomach. There it was, and it was going to be inside her. But before she could give anymore thought to that, Mark was leading her into the bedroom.

He held her by the shoulders, and looked down into her eyes, "Are you sure"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Do you want to remove your own clothes, or should I do it?"

The question was something of a surprise, as it was one aspect that Penny had not thought about, but given how she was feeling at that moment, she had little doubt about how she wanted it to be. "You do it."

"I'll be gentle," he said, sliding down the zip in the side of her dress, and while he was doing that Penny noticed that ay least four buttons of his blue shirt were undone. As Mark moved to push her dress straps from her shoulder, Penny reached out and fingered two more buttons undone.

"Good, Penny just pull the shirt clear of my pants."

In reaching to do that, Penny could see the bulge below the waistband of his pants, and all in the same moment, he had pulled her dress down to half way, exclaimed, "Wow, no bra. And none needed." and she actually saw the bulge twitch, as she eased Mark's shirt off.

"So firm," Mark went on admiring her breasts, and studying his muscular frame, helped covdr any embarrassment she might have at having male eyes on her breasts for the first time. He obviously took care of himself. Now his hands had moved over her hips as he eased the dress downwards.

As it fell to the ground Penny's mind was telling that she was, now, virtually naked. She knew her panties were practically see through, and Mark's next comment surprised her but at the same time relaxed her.

"I'll wager Sophie picked those panties for you." 

Penny nodded, and added, "And practically everything else." She was just a little surprised at how breathless her voice sounded.

Mark laughed , and with one deft, and clearly practiced move, he had the panties down. Then he reached out to take her hands in his, but leaned back so that her arms were at full stretch while his eyes roamed adoringly over her whole body. For Penny it was like some warm long distance caress.

"My God, you are absolutely perfect. Careful, you might make even Sophie jealous, and I can't say better than that."

Penny feeling her face redden, her breath quicken, nodded her head in the direction of his pants, "But you are fully dressed."

"So I am," he said, and glancing at her added, "would you liketo accomplish the task"

When she hesitated, he quickly added, "No pressure. Maybe I'd better do it --speed things up, and all that."

Too uncertain about how to answer that, Penny just nodded her head, and said, "If you think that best." 

Without further words, Mark unbuckled his belt, before pushing his pants down towards the bulge that kept catching Penny's eye. She could see that he was taking pants and boxers together, and the slipped down easily until hitting a sudden obstruction. Mark looked down ather and shrugged, and pushed with a little more force.

Freed at last his erection sprang upwards at Penny like a striking snake, and she took an involuntary step backwards. But then found herself staring at Mark's large prick. It was bigger than the one she had seen on Sophie's screen, wasn't it? 

"My God, it'll be too big."

Mark gave her a kindly grin and placed a soothing hand on her cheek, "Have you never seen a man with an erection before?" He stopped and apologetically added, "Stupid question, if you have never—"

Penny told him, in a faltering voice, about Sophie's screening.

"Is -is it -bigger than average?"

He laughed, "I don't think so. I've never thought about it in that way." He paused before saying, "Don't be afraid of this question, but, would you like to touch it?" 

"It's so big."

"But touchable—you might find it's a good way to make friends with it."

His voice was so gentle and undemanding, and, she had to admit it, she was so curious, that without further thought her hand reached out, and her finger tips ran along the length of it, before gently squeezing it the way she migh test a cucumber for freshness.

"It's like iron," ahe murmured, and sheered her mind from the strange instinct that had just enteredher mind.

"I wish it was," Mark said, and his hand slid around the back of her neck as he drew her close. Astheir bodies came together the thrill of skin on skin was intoxicating for Penny, and the stirring deep in her belly increased. The added impulses of his hard prick pressing against her belly brought a little grunt to the back of her throat.

Mark took that as a sign, and he drew her to the bed, lay her down, and one hand did a slow stroll up from thigh to throat, before he lay alongside her. That hand movement had set all those electrodes sparking throughout her body again. She wanted his mouth on hers, his tongue twisting with hers, but more than that she wanted—wanted—God, she couldn't frame in her own mind what she wanted most, except there were muscles ,low down inside heer muscles making their exitance known.

Mark's face came close, and he whispered, "From here on in you're on the brink. But, please, at any time, if you want me to stop just tell me. I'll understand."

"I won't--I can't -"She wanted to tell him that there was no way she would be able to stopwhat was coming to her, no way she wanted it to. But then, Mark's mouth was covering hers, she could feel his prick, hard against her thigh, and she returned his kiss with a passion that was totally new to her, and she found herself trying to plunge her tongue down the back of his throat, while her hands stroked down his back onto his muscular buttocks. A wonderful sensation.




Learning from Aunt Sophie



Everything had been so slow, so gradual, up to this point that it seemed to Penny that she was already on a peak. Mark's left arm around the back of her neck meant his hand could stroke her shoulder, which was pleasant. 

But it was when his right hand slid up and covered her breast, that Penny discovered, she had not really been on the highest peak. His hand on her breast was heating her blood, she was sure. She could sense the scald of it flowing through her veins, all downwards into an area lying under her triangle of thatch.

Mark's fingers were maddeningly moving up the slope of her breast, over and over, until one final stroke took his fingers around her nipple, where they lingered rolling it back and forth. Still lost in the thrall of his kiss, Penny heard a sound like a guttural sigh, before she realised it was her. Her nipple seemed to be so much larger, but so many things were happening on her skin, and down below there was the sensation of a fuse having been lit under some massive explosive. Her own hands having made explorations around her breasts, Penny could never have imagined how much more stimulating a man's hand could be.

That was the moment that Mark broke their kiss and his lips moved directly to her swollen nipple, and his tongue tickled at it, sending further electricity into her system. In her wild delight Penny was aware that she wanted to do more for him, and her hand groped down seeking his erection. Somehow Mark seemed to be keeping it out of her reach.

"I want to touch you," she said, her voice a pitiful groan.

His sudden sucking on her nipple made her lose all intention for a moment, especially as she felt his hand rubbing gently across her belly, and into her pubic hair, where it lingered for just a while, before running along her inner thigh. Rubbing ever higher, with each stroke until his fingers were gently caressing along those lower lips.

Penny's heart had become a mad drummer, each beat pounding against her ribs. Her breath was a panting entity, out of control, and she knew the least pressure of his fingers would tell him how moist she was.

That pressure was almost instant, and Penny gave out a weird grunt as his fingers glided in the wetness of her crevice, back and then forward. Oh, God, he was so close to that spot that she had found for herself on occasion. That pleasure point. And, yes, he was there, his fingers moved around it , teasing it out. Peak? There was no longer any peak, and Penny knew she was moving into a place she had never been before, somewhere delicious, somewhere beyond her naive comprehension.

She could not keep her head still, her hand that had reached for his prick was flapping uselessly, her breathing was the breathing of a crazy woman. Something was going to happen to her, she knew it. That fuse under the explosive had burned to the edge. Her hips were lifting upwards and she didn't know why, and in her inner belly there were muscles she didn't know she possessed which were pulling at something they wished was there.

Her movements and breathing had obviously alerted Mark, for in one movement, he had rolled between her thighs, and his large prick was poised at those lips.

"My God, you're quick," he murmured, as he looked down into her face, but she could hardly see him as it seemed she was passing through clouds. His voice came to her from along way away, "Now there may be a little hurt here, but it will quickly pass. You ready?"

Penny's reply was a stupid gurgle, as something large pushed into her core, very gently, yet she wanted it urgently. She realised this was what her inner muscles had been longing for. The jerk of her own hips brought the prick to some kind of obstruction, and now Mark gave an extra thrust, and for Penny there was a moment of agony, which was shielded by her own eager need.

Then Mark's wonderful prick was gliding smoothly into her, and later she would know that Sophie had been right about that moment, as Mark's full length touched off the explosives in her. She was lost and gone into another world, somewhere beyond the stars. While her body still reacted to the powerful, yet gentle, thrusts of Mark's erection, her mind was bedazzled by bright lights and hot images. There was even a brief instant of wanting him in every part of her. 

Slowly, slowly, almost unwillingly she was coming back to earth. The delight was that Mark was still inside her, as hard as ever, his thrusts slow and easy. Gradually she became aware that he was saying something, his mouth close to her ear, "--never happened. I've one or two ladies who needed a first experience, but none of them had an orgasm."

Still breathless, Penny was able to ask, "Is that what I had? It was marvellous."

"Did it hurt much?"

"I can't remember," she replied, and it was lovely to hear his laughter.

"You shouldn't expect that every time,"he told her. "But I would guess, from your overall reaction, that you have acquired at least some of your aunt's genes."

"Does that mean I'm a sexy person like her?"

"Exactly. Although whether you'll want to follow in her footsteps is entirely up to you."

Penny was very aware that Mark was still hard inside her, and she asked him about that.

"It's because I didn't complete. Concentrating on your needs, "He leaned over her and his blue eyes seemed to shine as he asked, "Would you mind if I finished inside you now." 

Penny craned her neck up to kiss him gently before she said, "Well, you're in there now, filling me massively, it would be such a waste.

He bent to renew the kiss, a quieter more controlled kiss, but still gorgeously moist wih tongues softly teasing. Along with the kiss Mark began slow long thrusts of his prick inside her. Penny encouraged him by placing her hands on his flexing buttocks, it helped her feel more a part of this whole new experience.

She had thought she was just accommodating his need to what? 'shoot his load', wasn' it? But with each prolonged push into her depths she felt familiar sparklers beginning to go off inside her, and she recalled what Sophie had said about it:

"Whenever that man thing is inside me, that moment is a delight for me—"

So, as Mark had said, she was like Sophie, and each thrust he made was an added pleasure. He broke the kiss to gasp if she was all right, and she was able to reassure him that it felt better with every move he made. That seemed to urge him on, as he buried his face in her neck, and his thrust became more urgent, and she heard his breathing quicken, but knew her own was reacting too. Those internal muscles began drawing at that huge prick without any direction from her. 

His movements were almost frantic now, as he drove into her, becoming even more penetrative, when it didn't seem possible. But it was all really getting to her too.. Was she going to go off on that amazing journey out of her mind again? 

In the next second he gave out a massive groaning gasp and Penny felt her lower body lifted by one enormous heave from him, which was repeated once more, and she wasn't sure, but could she actually feel his stuff expelling inside her? There were continued reducing twitches from his buttocks as his ejaculations diminished. She had been denied, but only just, a second climax, yet she had still loved every second of his movement inside her.

Penny sensed a touch of disappointment as his prick deflated and gradually slipped down out of her, leaving her feeling empty.

After a while Mark raised his head to look down at her, "You, Penny, are set to develop into one hell of a sexy lady." He went on to get her to describe how much the action had met her expectations, and she, full of enthusiasm was only too willing to tell him.

Then he said something that really thrilled her, "You know, you've made me really sorry that I'm going to America tomorrow."

"You'd see me again?"

"Don't you doubt that. I don't do compliments, but you are something else."

Penny then asked a question that had been bothering her, "Did Sophie ask you to pay for this?"

"No, I did it as a favour. For free. And you were worth every penny." And Penny laughed loudly with him.

"Now," he said, "I'll bet you've never taken a shower with a man."

"A shower?" Penny just didn't know what to say, but the prospect was very tempting.

"Stepping out of the area of Sophie's requirements here," Mark said, "but I'm sure she won't mind."

The roomy shower was sheer magic for Penny. Having the luke warm water pouring down on them, while Mark ran his soapy fingers over every inch of her body, threatened to arouse all the emotions of their earlier contact. This was especially true when the flat of his hand rubbed and pressed upwards between her parted thighs.

When Penny took over the soap she determined to give him the same quality of service. His chest and belly were delightfully firm, and when she reached his prick she found it surprisingly impressive even in its flaccid state. Yet, as she massaged and rubbed over it, pulling its softness out in the palm of her hand to scrub the balls sack underneath, she was amazed to feel it grow so that her fingers could really grip it.

"It's coming back to life," she bubbled through the spray.

"It's a bad habit he's got into with gorgeous women."

They dried each other just as keenly, and back in the bedroom, Penny learned elements of sexual congress that Sophie might have had on her DVD's, but which were unexpectedly fantastic for Penny. The moment when Mark's face went between her legs and she felt his tongue tickling at her clitoris almost drew an instant climax from her.

The very fact that he had wanted to do that had shocked her at first, but as he drew back to slow any chance of early orgasm, and to submit to her demands to handle his penis, she felt compelled to be equally bold. 

So, while she stroked, examined the hefty member, tracing the vein on the underside, and letting the whole thing slide through her hands, she suddenly bent to kiss the bulbous purple of the head, before running her tongue down its length. She even poked the tip of her tongue into the little niche in the purple head. Mark said how much he enjoyed it, but, as Penny was to learn from later experience, he did not push her into taking it into her mouth. That was something she had to learn about later in a less than comparable situation.

Eventually, Mark returned to licking at her clitoris, but with greater intent, as his fingers spread, so that one pushed into her entry, while another dabbed at her anus. That and the licking was too much and within seconds Mark's prick was making that sensual slide up her inner passage to her wild delight. They did not hit the top together but it was damned close.

He entered her once more in the early hours of the morning. This time from only a gentle stimulation of her clitoris followed by a long, long, slow, erotic matching of his thrusting penis and her heaving hips and clutching vaginal muscles. For Penny it was sheer luxury, a sexual baptism.

Afterwards she lay, trying to believe that only two mornings ago she had been in th chill of the Homes. Then she slept.

When she awoke, Mark was already dressed, and he came and kissed her before saying, "I have a plane to catch. And you to catch when I come back. I guess you'll be more experienced by then."

Feeling empty, after he elft, she wondered how she could ever go the four weeks he expected to be away, now that her libido had been truly awakened. Although, from what he had said, he hadn't expected her to be celibate, and like Sophie she knew she would have found it difficult.

When she was back at the house, Sophie, once again naked, met her in the hall, and asked for a full run down of how she had felt.

"All night. I hadn't expected that. You did it more than once?"

"Three times," Penny told her, and couldn't resist adding, "and I kissed his prick, because he had licked me down there."

"Well, he took you further than I thought."

"What now, Sophie?"

"What now, indeed?"