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Bad Penny Ch. 01

By: MVPrimetime



Her neck and hair smelled spicy and warm, and I moved my nose up over her ear to whisper to her, "I am getting a little buzz, are you?"

She nodded and her body for a moment melted against mine as she sat on my lap, and her face came round to let her lips meet mine. The kiss was slow and almost timid, as she took on board the new sensations that the hash laced cake had opened up to her. 

It was her first time. She had never been able to smoke, and had always been scared of drugs, but tonight she had eaten the dessert before she knew what was in it. I had been furious to start with, since I had also taken a slice, and was supposed to be driving us home, but I realised it was a genuine mistake. Mike had been given the cake for the party that was to be held the following night, and Tara had not known about it when she gave us supper after we had finished helping her with the decorations. It was only when Mike came in and found Penny and Tara half way through their second slice each that we found out.

Penny had been a bit freaked, but I talked her round, and calmed her down, and cradled her in my arms and told her what to expect. I told her it would be warm and feel like floating, and that there was nothing to be scared of, and did my best to be positive, since I know what fear and a bad atmosphere can do. Of course Mike had apologised and said we should stay over, and then decided he might as well join us, since everyone else was clearly starting to get mellow. He dimmed the lights and put on some gentle music, sat down beside Tara, and took a huge bite from the remains of her second helping. Penny had passed him the remains of hers, and started to relax, since there was no obvious sign that anyone was about to go mad with an axe.

Although I had been an occasional user, along with Mike, since school days, my girlfriend Penny was brought up pretty strictly in a religious family (half French, half Irish, all Catholic). So she was dead against drugs, although she would take a glass of wine or beer. In fact she was pretty much against everything fun, at least to start with, as sin was always to be avoided. When we started dating in our teens holding hands and fairly tame kissing was really pushing the envelope. It took a very long time before we finally 'made love' as she coyly put it. I hadn't minded too much. Sure I was horny as any boy, but she was my first real girlfriend, and I didn't know what to expect. I had a sister, and was brought up respect women and that anything other than "yes" meant "no". So it took months of increasing excitement and daring to be allowed to put hands inside her blouse, and then weeks more to loosen her bra, and months more to actually get her buttons undone so that I could see what I was doing. Even though she was cautious about trying new things, each new experience was eagerly adopted once she found out that it was enjoyable, and that lightning did not strike. I got to suck her nipples the second time I unbuttoned her blouse. The next time we got a chance to have some privacy she pulled off her top to reveal that she had no bra on, and instantly pressed her left breast to my mouth. That was the first time she came, rubbing herself against my thigh as I worked on her breasts and neck and earlobes with my tongue and fingers. After that she started to wear jeans a lot more, and after a while of riding my thigh, she began to let me use my hand to rub her cloth covered crotch until she quivered.

Six months later spring arrived and she was wearing a skirt and tights. With summer the tights went, and only thin cotton was between my fingers and her soft wet flesh. Later in June I had her in a bikini, (or rather only half of one) which barely covered anything, but it was September before I slipped a finger inside the soft cotton of her sensible underwear to stroke her clit, and another month until she allowed me to slip them off altogether. 

She had gradually become more daring with my body as well. The day when she had worn the bikini I had been in skimpy swim shorts, and as she rocked on top of me I had my first orgasm with her. Before that she had always backed off when I started to get too excited – worried that I might get carried away, and that she might get pregnant (Ignorance and fear from lack of sex education goes a long way). She was so surprised and shocked when I came that she wouldn't even kiss me again for the rest of the day. But then she said to me that it was only fair, since I had been making her come for a year, that she should do the same for me. It all sounds ridiculous now, but we were pretty innocent, and the long slow discovery of our bodies and the pleasures of the flesh was wonderfully exciting. It made us both appreciate the erotic potential of earlobes, and fingers, and clothing and teasing, and as we went on we became more adventurous without thinking about it being adventurous. 

So it was half a year more before she put her hand inside my underwear, and another month after that before she saw me naked. I 'accidentally' was still in the shower when she arrived at my house one afternoon, and when horsing around my towel 'accidentally' became undone. She had frozen for a moment as I held her, me naked, she still fully clothed, and then she kissed me deeply as she ran her hands over my back and bottom, and down my thighs, and round to take me in her hand. We had no names for those parts then. Of course we knew what they were called, but the words so commonly used seemed too harsh and crude, or too silly, to use. They were simply "me" or "there" or "it". 

Of course once she had seen me undressed there was no problem in the future about her stripping me off, fully or partially, and she had been fully unclothed on a number of occasions before then. She kept her underwear on that afternoon, but the following week we spent a glorious couple of hours lying next to each other, and on top and underneath and entwined in full nakedness, revelling in the touch of skin. It was then that I first slipped a finger inside her, and a week later I first kissed her 'there'. That was a revelation. I had kissed her stomach and thighs, and even as far as the soft hair on her generous pubic mound (the Mount of Venus as the Victorians called it, which we adopted as our own coy terminology) but she had always subtly moved away from me getting any closer, but in the midst of orgasm with my finger inside her and another on her clitoris, she was too distracted to stop me from swapping my fingers for lips, and she came again in delighted horror as she realised what I was doing. Turned out she was worried that she would taste bad. I told her she tasted wonderful, like buttered lobster. She laughed, eventually. After that it became part of our language again, and she would shyly ask me if I would like some butter. Once it became clear that I was more than happy and had no fear of dairy products, it also became a regular thing for us. In a spirit of fairness about a month later she "got me back". I remember that when she first kissed me 'there' it was like someone putting a shard of flaming ice through my brain, and I came in moments. Of course she stopped short of letting me come in her mouth for a long time, but practically every time we met for years after she made time to do suck me to orgasm if we could not do anything more. 

In time she got used to letting me kiss 'her' (more than that, she demanded it) and when she had got used to kissing 'me' we naturally got into a 69 position. Sometimes she was on top, sometimes me. It was once when I was on her, and she was near orgasm as I licked and fingered her (two fingers by then) that I felt my balls tighten and I knew I was going to come. Normally I would have pulled away or called to her that I was 'near' so that she could move her mouth and I would come over her stomach or breasts, but this time I just pushed deeper into her mouth and sucked her clitoris. She responded by sucking me even harder, and I my orgasm was immense. She made some protesting noises, for a moment, as it had shocked her a little, but not much. Afterwards she said that it was alright, that she had been thinking about doing it for some time, and that she liked the taste. The next time she was sucking me I tried to warn her that I was about to come, and she looked up at me and nodded, as she sucked me deeper and kept her hand pumping me into her mouth. 

All of that had been unthinkable when we first met, as unthinkable as full intercourse. Of course by the time we were regularly getting undressed in bed together (or in the car, on the beach, in the living room, the shower, the kitchen...) we were both thinking about that next move as well. It had been close on a few occasions, me naked on top of her, or her riding on me, sliding herself back and forward along my shaft. It would have been easy for me to "accidentally" push inside her, but I wanted her to make the decision, and her to be comfortable with it. I wanted her to want to do it, and never to feel that she had been forced or pressured into it. Her fear of pregnancy was now uppermost as a reason not to, although fear of God was still in there, and of course contraception was a sin to be avoided even more than fornication. Medical science intervened in a sort of fortuitous way. Penny began having migraines associated with hormonal changes and severe PMS. Her doctor recommended she go on the pill for a couple of months to see if it evened out her mood swings and stopped the headaches, which were crippling her for a week in every month. The change was miraculous. And suddenly the fears of pregnancy could be discounted, and it was only a matter of time before passion overcame superstition.

It was the day after my 20th birthday, a Saturday. We had the whole day together, a wonderful lunch, a walk in park and the museum, a late afternoon trip to the cinema, dinner, and then back to her place. That was when I got my present. It was wrapped in pearl and silver silk suspenders, bra and French knickers with black stockings and was carrying a bottle of champagne. 

"I have been thinking about this all day," she said "I want you inside me." The emphasis on the "you" and "me" made it clear what she meant. Long months of playing with fingers and tongue, and a week or so before, a banana, had gently opened her up, and she was more wet and turned on by her own day long fantasy than I had ever seen her before. I was so pleased that her first time was not like the horror stories that so many girls seem to live through. We both came, and I rested for a moment still inside her, and then my hips started to move of their own accord, and we did it again. 

After a longer rest while we talked gently and played together and she curled up with her leg over mine, I started to get hard again, and she slid over me to push herself down onto my erection and rode me until she came again. I was well worked up by that time, and I rolled her onto her back again and slipped between her legs, sliding deep into her, raising her knees to allow me to get inside her as far as I could. Something in both of us was released then, and we went for it wildly and uncontrollably, both of us grunting and screaming and clawing at each other with thrashing limbs and gasps and cries, and she came again and again while I gradually rose to my third life draining explosion of the night, and collapsed on her panting and gasping, as I felt myself withering and slipping from inside her. We slept well. 

In the morning she woke me with orange juice and coffee and toast, and then sucked me to another erection and climbed on me and rode until she had another and I was close to coming for a forth time in twelve hours. She slowed right down, drawing her body up to rub one nipple and then the other across my mouth, almost letting me slip from inside her, and slid down again to bury me in her flesh. After ten or twenty repetitions of that she suddenly quickened the pace for a few seconds and went back to the slow treatment. I came hard and fast, arching up to press into her, and pulling her down to crush her lips and taste her sweet laughing mouth.

Now six months later she was still on the pill, and sitting on my lap, gently stoned for the first time, and obviously horny as hell. 

When she raised her lips from mine she opened her eyes, and said "That was nice. That was..." after a pause full of meaning, she went back to kissing me. It seemed to go on forever, and gradually it became more passionate and fervent. Her hands started to roam over my hair and neck, and back, and to pull her body tighter against me. I responded in kind as she slid down further and twisted to face me. Her legs were over the arm of the chair, and hip was now in my lap. As we kissed I could run my hand down her spine and over her hip, down to her knee and along her calf, then back up all the way to her neck again. Each time my hand passed up her leg I caught a little at the hem of her skirt, pulling it up a little, but after the third pass her hand came down to pull it back over her knee, and she looked up at me with amused scolding as she said "Mike and Tara will see."

I glanced up at the couple on the sofa opposite us, and smiled as I looked down at Penny. "I don't think they would notice," I said softly "or object in any case. Look."

It was awkward for her to see, so she had to roll over with her back to me for a moment, and she gave a little gasp when she saw what was happening. I slid my right arm under her head to support her, coincidentally cradling her left breast in my hand, as my left had glided onto her left knee, slipping my thumb under her skirt. I bent my head low over her and stroked her neck and ear with my lips and nose. She shivered slightly and closed her eyes with a little sigh, then opened them again to stare at the fascinating scene in front of her.

"Would you like to do that?" I murmured

She gave another little shiver, and said "Here? So they can see us?"

"Well we can see them, and I don't mind." I murmured as I slid my hand around the back of her knee and ran my fingertips up the nylon lined furrow made by her thighs beneath the skirt. At the same time I softly squeezed her breast, and let my teeth gently run over earlobe. Her eyes closed again and her body pushed back against me. My hand reached the roundness of her bottom, and I traced my way back down, to do it again. I was a little disappointed for a moment as she wearing tights, not stockings, but she had come straight from work that afternoon, and had no time to change. I was a considerably heartened though when on the third pass of my hand up from her knee she lifted her left leg to allow me to slip my hand all the way across her inner thigh, and come to rest firmly at her crotch. It was then that I felt cotton against my hand, not nylon, and I realised that these were not ordinary tights. The cotton was already warm and damp, and I could feel the softness of her lower lips opening against my thumb. She made another, deeper sound, and flexed her hips, and then gasped again as she opened her eyes.

The first time she had looked Tara's hand had been down Mike's trousers, and he had been stripped to the waist. One of his hands was underneath her tee-shirt, the other clearly grasping and rubbing at the front of Tara's jeans. They had been kissing passionately. Now things had moved on. Tara was now also semi naked, tee-shirt and bra both lying across the back of the sofa. Mike's trousers were now down to his knees. Tara was kneeling beside Mike, exposing the profile of her quite full right breast and just about to take Mike's impressive erection in her mouth.

"Oh my goodness," Penny whispered "it is enormous."

It was. Mike was nearly six foot eight inches tall, and built in proportion. His feet were huge, his hands were huge, his fingers long and thick and strong. He could span over an octave on the piano, which he played with surprising delicacy. His cock was nine inches when erect, pale and very pointed, rising out of a thick bush of blond hair. This was not a surprise to me. 

When I was leaving high school to go to University I got offered a scholarship to a college in England. It was too good an offer to turn down, but since Penny was still in school (she was a year younger than me) it would mean that I would be away from her for months at a time. We had a row, and she decided that since I was about to run off to England and get another girlfriend at Uni, she might as well get it over with and dump me now. So she told me it was over, and went to France to stay with relatives for the whole summer. 

I spent a lot of time with Mike that summer, getting drunk, or stoned, and weeping about Penny. Of course we were all still living with our parents at that time, but his folks had taken a two month trip to Australia to see their relatives, so we had the house to ourselves, and I stayed over with him, drinking and playing music all night. Except when Tara stayed over at weekends, and I went back to my parent's. Until one Friday night when I had stayed late with them watching a video, and missed the last bus, and Mike said I was welcome to the sofa. In the end I didn't get much sleep, and I stopped going home for the weekends. When Penny got back in September we made up, and I dropped out of the English college and transferred to the local Uni. By mutual agreement I stopped staying over with Mike and Tara, and we never mentioned it to Penny.

It wasn't that I felt that I had cheated on her. We had broken up for good, it seemed, and I had shed genuine tears. In France Penny had "gone with" another boy, as she put it when we met up and reconciled, although she said she had gone no further than she had with me, and I was ok with that. I told her I had played around a bit with another girl, and we didn't go into details. I was a bit sorry though that Penny was not my 'first', but in a way she was. We made love, that first time and every time. With Tara and Mike I fucked. They talked of cocks and pussies, dicks and asses, cunts and pricks, balls and tits. They spoke openly about and shagging and screwing and swinging and blowjobs and finger fucking, tonguing and riding, and they discussed plans and fantasies, many of which I know they later fulfilled. It was very different from the way Penny and I thought and acted, and while it was exciting and weird, it was unreal. When I went back to Penny it was as if Tara had not happened. When she gave me herself for my birthday it was unique and special in a way that nothing else had ever been.

However now, almost one year on, I was once again gazing at Tara's large pale tits, with her large pink nipples, as she slid her mouth down over Mike's shaft. I had seen her do that before, but this time she went down much further than I was expecting. Further indeed than I thought possible: she took it all in her mouth. Penny's shocked gasp echoed my own surprise, and I had to agree with her when she whispered again, "My goodness, how does she do that?"

"Good question," I murmured, noting that Penny was gazing fixedly at what Tara was doing, a hungry fascination on her face. "Maybe you could try it on me?" I added after a few moments. I had been moving my hand back and forth along Penny's cotton knickers in time with Tara's bobbing head, and had slipped my other hand down a little and inside Penny's blouse, into her bra, to take her left nipple between my fingers. She turned her head upwards to kiss me again, and said "Here? Now?"

I smiled "Why not?"

For a moment she hesitated, and then glanced at the couple opposite. She seemed to make up her mind, and twisted round her knees now on the arm of the chair, and pulled herself up. Her hand went to my belt, as I brushed her right nipple with my mouth through her blouse and bra. 

"Well if Tara doesn't mind me seeing Mike like that, I shouldn't mind her seeing you." she said, pulling down my zip. I lifted myself in the seat so she could pull down my trousers and underpants. And her hand went to my already throbbing erection. She was just about to bend down to suck it, when I stopped her by pulling up on her blouse. 


Bad Penny Ch. 01



She was about to object when I echoed her words back to her, "If Mike doesn't mind me seeing Tara like that, I shouldn't mind him seeing you." 

She hesitated a moment and glanced at Mike, who was lying back with his eyes closed as Tara stroked his shaft and sucked on the head of his cock. One of his hands was gently squeezing at Tara's left breast.

"After all, you showed more to all those French boys on the beach last year." I added with a smile. She smiled back and murmured "True."

I slid my hands up onto her brassier covered breasts as she pulled the blouse up over her head. The bra was white cotton, a little broderie anglaise trim, her nipples standing proud under the cloth. I slipped one hand round to undo the hooks while the other slid a strap off her shoulder. She leant down to kiss me as I slid the other strap off and pulled the bra away. Her lips went to my ear as my hands each cupped a naked breast, and I felt her hard nipples in my palms. Quietly and shyly she said "They aren't as big as Tara's."

"But they are beautiful," I replied "and anyway size isn't everything."

I took each nipple in turn into my mouth, and sucked and gently pressed them with my teeth. Penny reacted even more strongly than usual. She always liked me sucking them, but the dope enhanced sensation was obviously on a new level. Her eyes closed and her head arched back, and she began to have a throaty catch in her breath. When my hand once more slid up her thigh to take possession of her cotton encased softness, she began to pant. I decided to indulge her, and myself, and concentrated on her clitoris with my finger tip. With one nipple with my mouth and the other between my fingers, it was a combination that would usually drive her wild without the enhancement of drugs. In moments she was writhing uncontrollably against me, and then collapsed over my shoulder with a series of shuddering gasps. I held her gently but firmly, and guided her down to lie across my lap again, head cradled in my right arm, naked breasts against me, and my left hand resting between her quivering thighs, an inch away from her crotch. I gave her a moment to recover, and looked up to see if Mike and Tara had noticed. They certainly had.

Tara's jeans were now around her ankles. She was lying facing me with her head on Mike's thigh, her knees pulled up and legs open, and she was rubbing her clitoris slowly with her right hand. Mike's right arm was disappearing behind her back, and I realised that I could see his fingers curling round from behind her to enter her pussy. Both of them were grinning at me. Mike gestured from Tara to Penny, and mouthed the word "swap?" I glanced at Tara again, a lingering glance. I realised that I wanted to fuck her again. It was almost a surprise to me. Since Penny and I had been having full intercourse frequently for the last few months I had put aside any lingering desires for sex with anyone else. Before we had been doing it I had sometimes fantasised about what it felt like when I did it with Tara, but once I did it with Penny those memories were superseded.

Now that I was looking at her again, the desire returned. I wanted to look down and see her wispy red bush opened by my cock, her pale pink inner pussy lips clinging to my shaft as I pulled out, as if they were desperate not to let my cock go. I wanted to see her tits bouncing back and forward in time with my thrusts as I fucked her, and hear the low grunting noise she made as orgasm approached. I wanted to see her face and throat flushed bright red beneath my chest as she came around my cock and I carried on shafting her deeply until I spunked deep in her cunt as she urged me on. All these thoughts flashed through me in an instant, and I am sure the desire showed on my face. Tara's smile broadened, and she gave a saucy lift to her eyebrows and a little pout. I was shocked at those thoughts, and looked down at Penny. 

Our lovemaking was passionate, and warm, but not fierce and filled with the raw physicality of sex with Tara. I loved to look down at Penny's honey coloured body, to see me entering the secret cleft between her prominent outer labia, covered in dark straight hair. When I pulled back to see my much paler shaft slipping out through her wet and dark pink centre, I felt overawed by the intimacy of what we were doing. To see her body moving with our mutual rhythm, her breasts rocking in time to the pulse of our shared passion was wonderful, and her gasps and sighs and little cries as she came were unforgettably precious. Penny would often come again and again if I continued, and when I climaxed she would hold my head and whisper her love. I could not imagine doing to her what Tara would beg me to do.

Then I thought of what Mike would do. He was a gentle soul, but he was also tuned to Tara's wild tastes. The two of them egged each other on, and I knew that they had tried and enjoyed an increasingly kinky series of variations in their sex life. Mike had shown me photos of Tara and himself in leather, rubber and cling-film, playing with sex-toys, knives and whips, handcuffs and straps, or bound in scarves or stockings. In the past I had watched him fuck Tara hard and long in every position, and now knew that she could deep throat him. I suspected strongly that when she had recently begun affectionately calling him a "cheeky bugger" she meant it literally. 

I was almost worried for a moment, because although I was sure that he would not brutalise Penny deliberately, but he might get carried away.

A second shock hit me, as my imagination produced an image that suddenly turned me on. Mike's long pointed cock sliding into Penny. Into Penny's pussy. Into her, dare I think it, warm wet cunt.

I wanted to see her sucking him off, to see him fucking her from behind with his hands on her breasts. No, her tits. I wanted to see him suck her tits.

For that matter, I wanted to see Tara suck them, and to see Penny licking Tara out. 

I realised I was staring into space and refocused on Mike. I nodded, and mouthed "Later." 

Penny started to stir. She opened her dark brown eyes with pupils black and wide, and crooned "hmmn that was nice." I slid my hand the last inch onto her cotton covered pussy, as I now thought of it, and bent to kiss her deeply as I said "Want to do it again?"

I only took moments to bring her back up to state of high arousal. I though she was going to come again, but then without any sign that she remembered the couple a few feet behind her, she wriggled round to kneel on the floor, and took my cock in her mouth.

It was only then that I recognised that I was stoned. With my eyes closed her mouth seemed to go on forever and I could feel her nipples against my thighs, and her soft hands running over my hips and stomach. It was glorious. I reached down to feel her breasts, and run my fingers through her hair and down her back.

When I opened my eyes again I was surprised to see Mike sitting alone, watching us and stroking himself. "Tara had to go to the bathroom." he said, with a shrug, and added, "You look like you are having a good time."

I laughed, and said "A very good time."

Just then Tara appeared in the doorway, with a large duvet trailing over her left shoulder and an old brown briefcase in her right hand. "Glad to hear it," she said as she swept across the room, "How about you Penny?"

Penny looked a little confused as she opened her eyes and sat up, pulling away from my cock which she had been sucking softly but intently. She focussed on Tara, who was now kneeling beside her. Tara slid the case towards Mike and put a hand on Penny's arm "You ok, honey? You having a good time?"

Penny nodded, and Tara stroked her arm and leaned to look closer into Penny's eyes. "Hmmn, you are well gone, aren't you darling? But it all feels nice doesn't it?" she continued to run her hand up and down Penny's arm, and then over her neck and cheek, and gently touching her face. Tara brushed her fingers over Penny's eyes, and nose and lips, and Penny automatically kissed them, and tried to suck them. In a moment Tara had moved her fingers back up over Penny's face and over her head, and at the same time leant in to kiss her. The kiss went on for a long time, both girls with eyes closed, Penny still holding my cock in her hand, and Tara was now stroking her hair and shoulders. 

When Tara drew back Penny opened her eyes, and after a moment looked somewhat shocked. I could imagine the confusion in her mind. Tara smiled and said "That was nice too. But you are neglecting Sean."

"What?" said Penny 

"Sean. I interrupted you." said Tara, and her hand came up to touch Penny's, wrapping round it and making her begin to stroke me again. "Go on, suck it again." She added, and pushed Penny's head back round to me. Penny complied, and Tara took up position beside her. I could feel her breasts against my leg, and the look of raw desire on Tara's face was almost as arousing. Whether it was for Penny or for me I was not sure.

Either way it looked like it was going to be an interesting night.

*****

Penny was sucking quite hard on my glans, her hand in Tara's holding my foreskin down. She began twisting her head from side to side, and then licking me firmly over the top, running her tongue across the sensitive opening. I recognised the intensity of her actions as the obsessive concentration that often comes with being stoned.

The hash laced chocolate cake we had all eaten was taking good hold on everyone, but Penny was most affected. It was the first time she had taken dope, and the first time she had been engaged in sexual activity in company. It was obviously an overwhelming combination for her and it seemed that all inhibition had been lost, although I knew how quickly her mood could change if something happened to scare her. 

Mike and Tara had already shed all their clothes, and I was naked except for my shoes and socks and the trousers and underpants around my ankles, although Tara seemed to be working on removing them while watching Penny and encouraging her on. Penny still had her skirt and everything below it, although she was naked above. The contrast between Tara and Penny was stark. 

Tara was short, full busted and generously hipped, her skin translucently pale, eyes bright green, her hair deep red, her large nipples palest pink. Penny, my girlfriend, was taller, small breasted, though wide hipped, with dark Mediterranean skin, deepened by a real all over tan, hazel eyes and dark brown hair, her small nipples rich honey brown.

Mike, Tara's partner was an even greater contrast. A mix of Norse and Slavic ethnicity, he was a blonde muscular giant. While the girls had been kissing, and then returning to work on me, Mike had taken the cushions off the sofa and spread them on the floor, covering them with the duvet that Tara brought in. Now he came to kneel on Penny's right side, grinning broadly as he watched her. I felt his hands pulling off my shoe and sock as he helped Tara strip the last of my clothes. When they finished Tara said to Penny, "Now lick his shaft." I could see Tara's hands start running over Penny's back, and Mike joined in. Penny did what she was told, and began to run her tongue up and down the length of my cock. I moaned a little, partly from the new sensation, partly because I could see what Tara was doing. While Mike continued to rub her back, Tara was now using her right hand to caress Penny's thighs and push her skirt up to allow access to her buttocks, and Tara's left hand was obviously sliding underneath Penny's chest to knead and caress her breasts. Penny was beginning to swing her entire body back and forth to maximize the sensation of her mouth on my shaft and the four hands on her body. Then Tara said "Lick a bit further down, honey. Lick his balls." 

It was sensational.

I had never had that done before, and to experience it when stoned was almost too intense to bear. Almost. Tara brought her hand up to make my leg lift wider, allowing Penny easier access to my balls, and then she started to wank me slowly as I groaned under Penny's wet caress. Mike took over rubbing Penny's breasts, and thighs and ass. I was close to coming, when Tara stood up and bent over me, first kissing my lips and then going down to take my cock in her mouth. I exploded in a rush of white light and sudden spasm.

I had almost fainted with the drug enhanced orgasm, and was certainly quite unaware of my surroundings for a few moments. When I came round a bit it was to see Penny with her knees open, lying back on the duvet covered floor, with Tara french kissing her and squeezing her right breast, and Mike lying beside her sucking the other nipple and massaging her pussy through her cotton undies.

Tara pulled up, and said gently "You like the taste of Sean's come, don't you honey?" 

Penny murmured her agreement, and Tara went on, "I bet he likes the taste of your pussy. I think he should lick you out now to say thank you for giving him such a wonderful blowjob. Would you like him to lick your pussy?"

" My, my, pussy?" said Penny hesitantly.

"Your cunt darling, your pretty little honeypot, that wet and wonderful fuckhole that you keep between your thighs. Do tell me that Sean licks your pussy."

Penny seemed slightly stunned by this speech. Tara had spoken so gently and affectionately, her soft voice crooning the words and had punctuated her litany with kisses, so that the crude names sounded soft and beautiful. "Yes," she breathed, "He does."

"And does he like the taste of your cunt as much as you like the taste of his cock?"

"He says so."

"And when he kisses you afterwards on the lips, you like the taste as well, don't you?"

By this time I had moved onto the floor between Penny's feet, and was leaning forward to watch Mike's hand at close quarters. Penny's underwear was slippery with her juices, and Mike's finger had pushed the material into her cleft, opening her lips beneath the cloth. Her legs were slowly moving to twist her hips, and push against his hand. Even though I was that close I barely heard Penny reply. "Yes."

"Hmm," crooned Tara, "I like the taste too." She glanced down at me and said "Are you going to eat her pussy then?"

"Oh, yes."

"You are a very lucky girl, Penny" Tara said huskily, "and very beautiful" she added, kissing her softly at first, then more deeply.

I reached up to Penny's waist and took hold of her tights and knickers, pulling them down. She raised her bottom to make it easier for me, and brought her knees together to allow the underwear to pass, then relaxed again with knees apart when I got them as far as her ankles.

Mike had to lift his hand to let the tights go past, but by the time I had got one of her feet free his long thick finger had run down across my girlfriend's stomach and through her dark curly pubic hair, over her firm mound and in between her thick outer lips. She gasped as his fingertip brushed her clitoris, and her legs opened further as I slipped her other foot free. I was suddenly aware that I was hard again. The sight of her gorgeous body entirely naked, quivering as she was being caressed by my friends, was amazingly exciting. I really wanted to move up to her and simply slide my cock into her, but I controlled the urge and moved to lie with my head between her thighs instead. 

Mike's finger was now arched up to run the tip up and down the length of her slit, a prelude to deeper penetration. I watched it happening from a few inches away as I kissed and licked Penny's inner thighs, which I knew would further turn her on.

Mike's fingertip slowly worked deeper, and then slid inside her pussy. Her hips flexed and she moaned as Mike again started sucking on her right nipple, and began finger-fucking her. I pushed her knees further apart and wriggled forward to get access for my tongue on her slit, feeling Mike's finger sliding in and out past my lips, and tasting her wonderful juices for the first time in some days. She was always sweeter after she had come, and was now so turned on that she was dripping with slick wetness. Mike pulled out for a moment, giving me a chance to run my tongue all the way down her cleft and into the soft folds of her pussy, lapping up her come. With my tongue deep inside her, and my nose buried in her perfumed labia, nestling against her clit, I could look up between her breasts to see both girls sucking and licking Penny's juices from Mike's finger. 

I had put both hands under Penny's bottom to better pull my face into her pussy, but now I noticed that Tara had slipped down towards my left hand, and I reached out to take her knee with it. She instantly moved closer, and lifted her right leg to allow me to run my hand up the soft skin of her inner thigh, and feel the soft ginger hair and slippery lips of her enticing sex. In a moment I had two fingers inside her and my thumb on the hard bud of her clit, at the same time as I slid two into Penny and sucked her bud between my lips. Both girls moved against my hands in time, and Tara was again deeply kissing Penny's mouth, while squeezing and playing with her breasts. This time however I noticed that Penny's hand was on the back of Tara's head, pulling her into the kiss, and her other hand was for the first time grasping Mike's cock. She was stroking his prick in time with the movement in her hips, and the movement of my fingers in her pussy. 

It was something of a shock as well as a thrill to see her doing this. She was after all my girlfriend of some years, and I was inclined to be a little jealous. But I had shared Tara with Mike for a couple of months, and truth be told it had become sharing Mike with Tara after a while, as accidental fumbling in the melee became more deliberate manipulations, and mutual experimentation. To see Penny wanking that long slim cock aroused all sorts of desires. One of which was almost instantly fulfilled. Mike moved onto his knees, still clutched by Penny, and shifted position so that his cock was near the two girls' faces. Penny reacted as he (and I) hoped, by breaking off the kiss with Tara, and taking the pointed tip of Mike's cock in her mouth.

I heard her make a throaty noise, and felt her pussy grip my fingers, as Mike rocked his hips to move his prick further into her mouth. Of course Tara wanted in on the act, and moved to kiss Mike's shaft, her tongue brushing Penny's lips as Mike slid between them. Still fingering both girls, I raised my head to get a better view. I always liked to watch Penny suck my cock, but to see her from this different angle with her cheeks hollowed and her head bobbing back and forth on Mike's enormous dick was fascinating. She looked beautiful and excitingly lascivious, her obvious pleasure at having another man's cock in her mouth confirming what I had always somehow doubted: that she really did like sucking me off. No matter how often she did it, spontaneously and freely, and no matter how often she said that she loved doing it, I had always found it hard to believe that she was not just doing it for me, that she actually took pleasure in it. I knew that was foolish of me. After all I loved licking her out, I adore the taste and smell and feel of her pussy, and I was utterly convinced that Tara was a keen cocksucker; but I had heard some girls say they did not like it, and male friends complain that their girlfriends wouldn't do it. I just found it hard to believe that sweet, innocent, shy Penny, who could not hear the word 'cock' without blushing could actually enjoy sucking one. 

Yet here she was now, with a cock in her mouth, wanking it firmly as if to milk the come out of it. I wondered then about the boy in France she had gone with in the previous year. We had never talked about what had happened during the four months when we were apart, other than to say that we had each hooked up with someone else. Penny had said she hadn't done anything we had not done, and I had assumed that meant she had done very little. Seeing her sucking Mike with such enthusiasm suggested that she might have done more than I suspected. A moment of jealousy passed, as I also realised that I was now free to do more with Tara. As Mike's hand slid down over Penny's breasts and stomach to take hold of her pussy again, I moved my head under her leg, and ran a line of kisses up Tara's inner thigh. As my tongue found her sweet slit I felt Mike's fingertip pushing into Penny's beside my finger, and I slipped out to leave him room.




Bad Penny Ch. 01



After a few minutes I heard Penny gasp and I looked up. Mike was frigging her fast and hard, and Tara was now sucking her nipples again. Mike's cock was standing up tall, and he leant in to put his balls over Penny's mouth. Between gasps she started licking them, and Tara moved up to take his tip in her lips. 

I knew how fast the same treatment had made me come, and found myself gripped by an odd notion. I wanted the girls to swap places, so that Mike came in Penny's mouth, not Tara's. I wanted him to come inside her, for her to be the willing receptacle of his spunk. A very specific vision of her kneeling naked at his feet with his hands on her head as he grunted his climax made my cock twitch. I had the urge to put it inside a pussy right then. But which one? Tara's delicious wet folds were still beneath my tongue and I could easily slide up to take her. Penny was lying open to me a foot away, and while I would have to displace Mike's fingers, he was pretty busy and wouldn't mind. 

The decision was made for me. Mike suddenly pulled back from Tara's mouth, swung his leg over Penny's head, and dropped his head between her open legs. I pushed myself up to see what he was doing, and I saw Tara's hand guide his cock into Penny's mouth, as he began to probe her pussy with his pointed tongue. "Mmmn, your cunt is delicious," he said when he came up for breath, and then caught my eye "and she sucks like a hoover," he added more softly. "Is it OK to fuck her? We have rubbers in the toy case." He nodded towards the bag Tara had brought in earlier.

"Have you guys been screwing around much?" I asked.

"No, just you, Tara's cousin Naibh, and Seana and Tim."

I knew them all, and was surprised by each. I would never have suspected any of them as swingers.

"Then you can forget the rubber, Penny is on the pill."

Mike grinned and said "So is Tara." Then his eyes defocussed and he gave a low sigh, "Ohh, boy, that is good," he murmured and lowered his head to once again lick Penny's slit.

I looked round to see what was happening and realised that Tara was now kneeling beside Penny's head whispering encouragement and advice. "That's it, just relax your shoulders and neck, tip your head back, that's it, relax your throat, feel him with your lips, concentrate on the feel of him sliding through your lips, that's it, now open your mouth and breath in a deep breath when he pulls up, now suck him down and let your lips feel the length of him. Oh yes you are doing well, just relax, that's it, now deep breath, this time he's going to pause a moment when he is in deep, just push up if you want him to move, that's it, just let slide in, just relax..." her voice droned on softly and calmly, hypnotic as the sight of what she was teaching Jenny to do.

With her eyes closed Jenny was following instructions and taking Mike's cock so deeply that her nose was touching his balls. I could barely believe what I was seeing as he went through a slow cycle, drawing out to the tip and sliding back in to rest a moment with all nine inches in her throat. I wasn't jealous, which surprised me later, it was too erotic, too amazing for any emotion but admiration. She was so beautiful, his cock so perfectly rhythmic and powerful, Tara's voice so hoarse with desire and affection that the scene was almost unreal. 

It was even more unreal when I looked at Penny's hands. One was on Mike's stomach controlling his movements, the other was between her own legs, slowly rubbing her own clitoris. She would sometimes touch herself there in the heat of our lovemaking, when nearing orgasm, but this slow, gentle, masturbation was something I had never seen.

"Do you want him to come in your mouth, honey?" asked Tara. "If you do I can lick his balls and you suck his tip. Do you want that, darling?"

Penny turned her head as Mike's cock was pulled right out, and said softly, "No."

My heart leapt as I knew what she would say next. It was part of the rhythm of our private play, that she would get turned on by oral exploration, but would have a more urgent desire.

"I need it inside me, I want it inside me" is what she would always whisper. She said it now.

Tara pushed at Mike's side to move him away from Penny's face, and bent to look deep into her wide pupils. "You will like that won't you, having his cock in your pussy. And he will like that too. And I am going to suck your tits as he fucks you." With those words Tara bent to kiss her deeply again, and I watched as Mike moved to kneel between my girlfriend's thighs. To get a better view I quickly moved round him to kneel at Penny's right side, opposite Tara.

Mike lifted Penny's legs and shuffled forward with each knee under her thighs pushing her legs further up and out to open her up. I took hold of Penny's right calf as he released it and moved his hand to bend his hard prick down. He brushed the tip up and down her wet pussy lips, the bright pink point opening up her dark furry wetness. She gave a little moan and wriggle, and Tara broke off the kiss to look down the length of Penny's tanned body in time to see the tip of her own boyfriend's cock push into the girl she had just taken her tongue out of. 

His pale shaft looked like it was being grasped and sucked into Penny's hungry honey coloured slit, as Mike pushed in a few inches, and then pulled back. He groaned at the same time as she did, and sighed as he pushed deeper. Each time he went deeper, until on the fifth stroke he pulled back on her thighs, and pressed in all the way, eliciting a cry from Penny that was part sigh and part surprise.

"Good girl," said Tara, and she reached to pinch Penny's right nipple while descending to suck on the left. I decided to dislodge her fingers with my lips, and took Penny's nipple in my mouth. Tara's eyes met mine, as we each sucked upwards on Penny's tits, face to face, and it was all we could do to not laugh with each other. Neither Mike nor Penny was laughing though. Mike had settled into a slow motion, his shaft alternately all the way in or pulled back a few inches. His thumb was rapidly rubbing at Penny's clit, and she was arching her back and gasping. 

*****

I knew her climax was close. Penny's breathing had changed, her arms were flung up above her head and her legs were wide, leaving herself totally open and exposed, and her face and neck were flushed. Tara's hand was now cupping Penny's mound, one finger dipped into the top of her slit to rub her clit and feel the length of Mike's shaft sliding back and forth. I was still licking and sucking on Penny's right breast, my hands caressing the backs of her thigh and the nape of her neck. Mike made a surprisingly lithe and fluid move at that point, lifting her hips as he slid his knees back underneath him, to settle down on top of her without having to withdraw. Having a nine inch shaft probably helped. Now he was able to fully control his thrusts, and as he began to match his strokes to her increasingly gasped breaths, she cried out, "Oh God, Sean, don't stop, oh! Oh!" 

The last 'oh' was laced with shock rather than lust, as she had opened her eyes, and registered that it was Mike's face that was above her. In her stoned haze she had revelled in the rush of sensations with her eyes closed for the last few minutes, and I think had forgotten, or perhaps had never realised, that it was him she had been sucking, and him who had entered her. 

She sounded confused and panicky, as she gasped his name, and then mine. 

"It is ok, lover," I said gently, "I am just here." 

She looked round, her face full of uncertainty, and I shushed her and said "it is alright, love, relax and enjoy it, I'm here, it is all fine."

Mike was now moving more slowly, and was smiling down at her, as she glanced back towards him. "Hey beautiful, welcome back," he said, stopping all movement, but remaining halfway inside her.

Penny was still unsure of what was going on, her head clouded by the cannabis cake, and she frowned though her druggy haze. "Mike? Oh, Tara!" she added with a return of sudden panic.

Tara leaned in, and smiled at her, "Hi honey, I'm here, how are you doing?"

"but Tara, Mike is... he's..."

"Enjoying himself and enjoying you, and I love to watch you both having a good time, so just relax honey and enjoy it."

"You don't mind?" Penny sounded incredulous, "but he's yours."

Tara laughed, and said "Well I am happy to lend him to you, just like Sean is happy to lend you to Mike, but fair's fair, honey, I might have to borrow Sean in a minute because watching Mike and you is making me ache."

Penny looked round to me again, and said simply "Sean?" A hundred questions were in her eyes.

I tried to answer some of them. "It is fine my little girl, I love you more than anything, there is nothing wrong with enjoying yourself. I love you and want you to have more fun than anyone, and I trust you, and think you're beautiful and fantastic, and it turns me on so much to see you having such a good time, oh lover, you are so sexy and wonderful" I kissed her and repeated my love, and that I loved to see her having such pleasure, and kissed her again and asked in that secret tone that only lovers know "You are having a good time, aren't you?" 

It was a question we often asked each other when making love, when we knew the other person was getting turned on. It did the trick. She giggled, and I kissed her again, and felt her body relax, and slightly tense again as Mike began to slide back and forth. She sighed and looked deeply into my eyes and whispered "That is very nice, you know. You really don't mind?"

"Pretty Penny, as long as you like it, I want you do whatever you want with Mike or Tara. So do you want Mike to keep doing that?"

I could see her eyes were taking on the glaze of pleasure again, and she nodded and made a satisfied humming sound, so I kissed her again, and said "Enjoy it, lovergirl, though maybe you should say thanks to Tara."

"No need to thank me," said Tara "watching Mike fuck you is making me too horny for words, I think I might have to get Sean to fuck me now."

Penny was a little disturbed again at this, but Mike broke the tension by saying "Go for it Tigercub" and kissing Tara briefly. He turned to smile at Penny, "Looks like I'm all yours for the evening," he said, and with a deep thrust made her gasp and laugh by adding "All yours." He had spent a long time by then supported on his arms, giving Penny room to feel free, and controlling his hips. Now he lowered himself to kiss her lips for the first time. He slipped his hands under her arms and up to grip her shoulders, and took possession of her body. I watched her legs wrapping round his, and her hands come up to grasp his back and his hair. Their mouths were locked, but I knew their tongues would be entwined, and he would feel her hard nipples crushed against his chest. I was fiercely jealous and aroused at the same time, until I felt Tara behind me. 

Her hands ran over my back and round me, one snaking across my chest, the other on my stomach. She pressed her nose into my neck beside my ear, and I felt her large breasts on my back, as her knees gripped my hips. Her right hand on my stomach slid lower, and she could just reach the tip of my cock with her finger tips.

"Well there's a sight I never thought I would see, when we were at school," she said huskily into my ear. "Proper Penny with her cardigan done up and skirt hem below the knee, never any jewellery and God forbid the idea of makeup. She always had her hair brushed and never said a rude word, and I never understood what an animal like you was doing going out with her. But there she is sweating and panting and grabbing Mike's ass, fucking like a wild thing. I can see I'll have to put in some extra effort to top that." 

She pulled me round to face her and kissed me full on. Her hands were dancing over me, touching every sensitive spot, and I revelled in the feel of her pale, soft skin under my own fingers. Another wave of drugged intensity took me, as the sensation of our naked bodies together became all I was aware of. It seems strange to say that I hardly noticed the moment when Tara settled down on my lap with her legs around me, taking my cock in the soft embrace of her pussy, but it was all so seamless, as if I had become liquid and simply melded with her. I don't know how long we stayed like that, rocking gently together and caressing each other. It felt like an age, but was probably no more than minutes, as we were roused by the noise of Penny approaching her orgasm beside us.

I opened my eyes to see Tara smiling at me, and she said "That was lovely Sean," in a tone I had never heard from her before, and she kissed me softly for a fleeting moment, before returning to her usual more commanding note to say "but now I want you to lay me down beside your girlfriend and fuck me so I can watch Mike's face when he comes in her."

I did as I was told.

It was one of the most memorable and unbelievable experiences of my life. Penny came as I was entering Tara beside her, and Mike was sensitive enough to let her get her breath before falling into his stroke again and taking his own pleasure. 

Tara was in a hurry now, and helped herself along to her first climax with a finger at her clit and her other hand tugging at her nipples. Mike had been rhythmically pumping his hips in long fast strokes that kept Penny breathless and gasping, and just after Tara came Penny started calling my name and Mike's and announcing that she was going to come again. Mike sped up, driving Penny to incoherent whimpers, and beneath me Tara began to vocalise her desires. "Come on Sean, fuck me hard, fuck me like Mike is fucking Penny, fuck my pussy with your lovely cock, oh, fuck my cunt you bastard, come on harder, fuck, fuck, oh fuck." I had heard her like that before, and knew she was going to come again when she went quiet for a moment and then exploded in a thrashing, swearing, uncontrolled series of spasms. Her fingers came up to dig into my back and she hissed "Fuck me again, come in me, fuck me and come in me."

I hadn't thought that I could come again, the first orgasm had been so draining, but now I felt it begin to build. I raised myself up on my arms to watch my cock moving in and out of her flame fringed pussy, and admire the movement of her large and firm breasts as she lay back with her arms above her head. Then beside me Mike took up a similar position, and I could look down on Penny's body as he matched rhythm with me. Her hair was plastered to her face with sweat, her breasts and belly slick with it, her nipples hard and dark, and her hands clenching the coverlet beneath her. She was beyond orgasm, and stunningly beautiful to see. 

Then Mike lifted her legs behind her knees, and went back down on his elbows, dropping his head, and began making deep grunting noises. Tara's eyes opened and she looked at him as he threw his head back and hoarsely called out "oh my god, oh my god, oh god." He froze with his head and back arched, his hips driven down onto her thighs. Tara reached a hand up to touch his chest, and said "My love, my wonderful love"

I hesitated a moment and then Tara looked back at me and grabbed my head, dragging me down to kiss her, and bucking her hips against me. We fell into a frenetic and all consuming race to orgasm.

When it was over I collapsed on top of her my head buried in her hair. "Thank you, that was a great fuck." she whispered in my ear. "My pleasure." was all I could reply.



*******

In the afterglow I heard a soft voice in my ear. "How are you doing, loverboy?"

I raised my head and found Penny's lips brushing mine for a soft kiss, and her hand caressed my cheek. Following our tradition I replied "Doing fine, lovergirl, how are you?" Her eyes were sparkling with her smile, and she made a noise that was something between a giggle and a sigh before saying "I have been done very well, and so it seems has Tara." 

Beneath me Tara also laughed, and said "Very well, thank you very much."

Much to my surprise Penny said "Anytime, my dear, anytime," and kissed Tara with considerable affection. I moved to give them room, and found myself slipping round behind Tara as she rolled to face and embrace Penny. Mike was propped up on one elbow behind her, and I noticed he was cupping Penny's breast, with her nipple trapped between two fingers. He grinned at me, and mouthed the word 'swap?' again. I nodded.

We both rolled back from the girls to sit up, although I noted Mike gave a last squeeze before he removed his hand, but Penny and Tara hardly seemed to notice. Mike looked at me and said "I want to show you something, while they are busy."

We rose and I followed him out of the room, and upstairs, where he pointed to a door and said "Have look at the far wardrobe, I'm going to the bathroom."

It took me a few moments to take in the rest of the room before I got as far as the wardrobe. The bed was enormous, and four posted. I noted the rings set on the posts at various heights, and was sure I knew why. There were mirrors on all four walls, and set in the angles of the ceiling, no doubt giving a good view of oneself in bed. Sculpted foam cushions and soft pillows were scattered about, and there was a shelf of books and photo albums beneath another shelf of video tapes, all simply numbered. 

The wardrobe was a revelation. Leather clothes and other things, shiny plastic stuff, velvet, silk, a bright pink rubber mini dress, basques and corsets and masks and feathers, and some objects that left nothing (or too much) to the imagination. As Mike came in I pointed to a set of thigh boots with huge heels and said "Those look a bit big for Tara."

"You must have seen Rocky Horror" he said posing in a way that I would never have imagined him ever standing.

"It looks like you could dress the entire cast here." I replied.

"Funny you should say that, I would quite like to make a movie or two with this gear. Fancy a leading role when I get a video camera?"

I looked at him seriously, and it was clear he was not joking. "With Tara or Penny?"

"I think both would be fun," he replied. "of course you know I do my own developing, so if you would like to do a few adam and eve shots in the meantime...or even adam and eve and eve."

"I am not sure about that Mike, things like that can get lost or be found accidentally by your mother in later years."

Mike shrugged. "No problem, offer is open. I would just print a set for each of us and then destroy the negs you know. We could make it so you would not be identified. Like these," he said and handed me a photo album. 

It was full of black and white shots, some erotic, some glamour, some art, some hardcore. I recognised Tara and Mike in some shots, because I knew them naked, but the other participants had feather masks, or were obscured by other objects, or the shots were cropped to not show anything of their face. One set of shots was of a naked and bald pussy, in close up. It was the first time I had seen anything like it (the 1980's, the time before porn took prepubescence into fashion.) 

"Maybe," I said but not too enthusiastically. I sort of liked the idea of having some glamour shots of Penny (and maybe Tara) but was not all that sure about me being in them, or of having porn type photos of my girlfriend.

"Talk it over with Penny, when she is not stoned. No way should she make that sort of choice tonight," said Mike.

"I am glad you think that, and I'm glad you were so gentle with her earlier."

"Hell Sean, of course I was. All of this is for fun you know. OK sometimes Tara likes it a bit rough and tumble, and it is fun to be the Master, but sometimes it is fun to be Slave, but mostly it is best to go with the flow. I had a great time, but only because she was having a good time. Thing is also to keep it that way. I don't know about you but I would like to do it again, maybe dress up a bit, or something, and Tara has all sorts of ideas about her and Penny, and you. So we need to sort out sleeping arrangements."




Bad Penny Ch. 01



I let the talk about the future pass, and asked him "Sleeping arrangements?"

"When Penny wakes up in the morning and the high has gone, how will she feel about all this? Would it be better if she was here, with all of us, or just with you, or just with Tara or even with just me?"

I thought for a moment. "Good question." I looked at the huge bed, "Here. All of us."

Downstairs we found the two girls already asleep. Mike sighed, and looked affectionately at Tara. "Typical, dope always does that to her." 

I roused Penny, who seemed a bit disturbed but almost amused to find herself waking up with a naked woman draped over her. Mike unbundled Tara, and lifted her up like a child. I helped Penny to her feet, and we retrieved the duvet. She looked at me a little shyly and asked "Are you ok?"

"Sure, why wouldn't I be?" 

"Well, I just...well, me and Tara...and Mike...and..."

I hugged her, and said "I love you, and I loved watching you having a good time with them."

She looked up knowingly and said "And you had a good time too. A very good time. And I saw you looking at her just then. You want to do it again with her."

I smiled at her, "Well I want to do it with you too, and you want to do it with him, and her, and me, don't you."

Her voice was very small as she said "Is that ok? With Tara. I mean it was nice with Mike, but I liked Tara. It was sort of soft, and warm. But, she is a girl and...you don't think I'm going funny?" 

"No, after all you just got seriously serious with Mike. But anyway, Tara is a very sexy and sensual girl, why shouldn't you enjoy her?"

She looked at me seriously "I can see why you would want her. She has bigger breasts than me."

I laughed again "Well Mike has a longer cock, does that mean you won't ever want to do it with me again?"

"No!"

"So don't worry about me and Tara. Now come to bed."

I led her to the bedroom were Tara was already asleep on Mike's shoulder and we slipped in beside them, Penny nearest to Tara. She leant across her to give Mike a peck on the lips, then settled down with me to sleep.

*********

In the morning I was woken by the smell of coffee. Tara and Penny were sitting up in bed chatting quietly and making use of Tara's vast collection of nail polishes. Mike was handing out plates from a tray bearing toast and orange juice and hot black life reviver. He was wearing a light dressing gown, and the girls were both in silk wraps, Penny in pink, Tara in gold. I felt under dressed as I sat up, to a chorus of light abuse. Breakfast was surreal. We chatted lightly about the day ahead, the party that evening, Penny's family lunch on Sunday in Derry, which meant an early start so she had to be home for midnight, and the possibility of doing a pub quiz on Wednesday night. I went to the bathroom afterwards, (everyone else had already showered before I woke, although no one mentioned if they had been sharing or not), and when I got back the others were all dressed. Mike and Tara were off to shop, and Penny wanted me to drop her home. So I did.

Later I picked her up, we went to the party, and I had her home for midnight. No one said anything about the night before, or dropped any hint about it. It was as if it never happened.

And so it went. Penny was off with her folks for Sunday, and it was only on Monday evening when I saw her again that the first acknowledgement was made.

We were sitting on the couch in her parent's house, in the wee room they called the study. We were nominally watching some tv program while her parents watched something else in the living room next door. It was a long-standing charade that gave us some privacy, and as long as we were quiet we could get away with doing anything in there without interruption. She had sat beside me after flicking on the box, and was still looking at it and switching channels with the remote when she said "How long does marijuana last?" 

I took a moment to reply "It depends how much you take, but you can get little flashbacks the next day. Why, have you been feeling it?"

"Yes, on and off all day Saturday and Sunday."

I nodded, "It takes longer to come on when you eat it, so maybe it took longer to work through. How are you now?"

"Fine, but the last few days are sort of dream-like. It is like it happened to someone else."

"Yeah, dope can do that to you. It is all super intense at the time but hard to remember afterwards."

She turned to me and said with intense seriousness "No. I remember all of it. Every last moment of it." Her eyes sparkled dangerously. I was not sure from her look and tone if she was angry or upset or what it was she felt.

"And are you ok with it?" I asked cautiously.

She stared into my eyes and said "You were the first man ever to touch me there, the first ever to be inside me. I thought you would be the only one. In France last year I kissed a boy and let things go on a bit. He wanted me to do that, but I wouldn't. I only ever wanted you. And now...and now." She fell silent still looking hard at me. I was about to speak when she went on "And now I don't know what to do, because I want to regret Friday night but can't seem to feel that way. Oh Sean, it was, it was, oh goodness." With that she burst into tears.

I held her and kissed her and shushed her and said it was alright, and she suddenly pushed back a little and looked up at me intensely again. In a small but fierce voice she said "I enjoyed it. It wasn't just the drugs, it was me. I was looking up at Tara as you came in her mouth and I felt triumphant, and I knew that I would be allowed to suck Mike and I could hardly wait. And when he put it inside me I knew it was him, and I wanted him to do it and just make himself come in me. I wanted to make him want to come in me, for me to have him lose control and me to make him do what I wanted. And when Tara kissed me with the taste of you in her mouth I wanted so much to hold you and feel you hard in my hand and to make you go into her and see you in her making her come. And I want to do it again."

I was stunned by this outburst, and could see how she was suddenly turned on by the thoughts she had expressed, but before I could say anything she had gripped the back of my neck in her right hand as her left slid into the front of my trousers to take an equally firm grip on my penis and she kissed me hard. Her hand stroked me for moment to hardness before she broke off the kiss and growled into my ear "Undo your belt."

We had been fairly adventurous with what we had done in that room before, but had never gone very far with her parents in the house. Still, neither of us was in a mood to argue. I loosened my belt and trousers as she stood in front of me and slipped off her shoes. To my delight in she reached beneath her skirt and pulled down her panties and tights together, slipping them off her feet and tossing the bundle into the corner behind the sofa. Then she tugged my trousers and underpants down a little, and straddled my knees with hers. Holding up the front of her skirt so that I caught a quick flash of her bush, she guided my erection between her thighs and into her wet and twitching slit. It was like sinking into warm honey, and I was hard put not to groan too loudly.

She sank down on me with a sigh and her eyes closed, her head thrown back as she rocked her hips and ground down on me to settle my cock all the way inside her. I pulsed my cock a few times, which relieved the tension, and she brought her head down to kiss me with a hard passion. Her voice was full of gravel as she asked "Do you love me?"

"Yes," I said, and meant it.

She flexed her hips to push down on me further and said again "Do you love ME?" 

It was clear what she was asking, and I meant it when I said "Yes" again.

"And don't you forget it" she said before she kissed me again, pressing her lips over mine, searching with her tongue, her hips rolling, as if to possess me. Then suddenly it was as if she melted. 

The tension went out of her hips and her arms flowed round me, her kiss became soft and I felt tears on her cheeks. She began to rock back and forth very gently on me, and between soft kisses and little sobs she was whispering her fears and hopes and love and insecurity, her guilt and her desires. I made comforting noises and held her gently, supporting her but not directing her. I was bewildered by the sudden changes in her mood and unsure what to say or do. Luckily, whatever it was that I did seemed to be the right thing. 

Gradually she began to sob less and be more positive in her expression. Her movements became a little more forceful and steady. She began to talk about how much she liked me inside her, how it was different doing it with Mike, how I made her feel loved, but he made her feel wicked. She dropped down onto me with all her weight and took my face in both hands, looking at me with disconcerting enthusiasm. "I mean if my parents walked in now they would be embarrassed, but if they had seen us on Friday night, well, they would either lock me up or throw me out. Either way, you would never be allowed back in the house."

"Could we not talk about you parents just now?" I pleaded, as the mere suggestion of being caught was beginning to have an effect on my erection, despite its current location. She flexed her hips and inner muscles, grinning wickedly.

"Don't worry. They know better than to come in. Anyway I have much better things to talk about. Like how nice it feels to have you filling me up, and how nice it would be to have you lick me down there and how I want to try swallowing all of you, like Tara taught me."

This had the necessary stiffening effect on my cock and she was soon rising and falling in steady rhythm, clenching her pussy round me, and bringing me close to coming in a few moments. In a smooth and memorable movement she pulled up her blouse and jumper together, revealing that she was not wearing a bra. With a hand on each of my shoulders she rode me firmly and brushed her nipples in turns across my face. I could hardly believe this amazingly brazen behaviour. If I had not remembered the comment about her parents walking in on us I would have come right then. I suddenly thought of the door opening and her father standing there, open mouthed, seeing his baby girl nearly naked, riding me with her head thrown back and her hair flailing round her face as she held in her gasps. She was about to come, straining to stay quiet so as not to be overheard, her face flushed and lost to everything but her body's responses.

I pushed away the thought of discovery, and caught one nipple in my mouth, rubbing the other to enhance her orgasm as she bucked wildly in my lap. With an irrepressible groan she fell forward, burying her face in my neck, gasping and clutching at me. I hugged her firmly, and stroked her hair, whispering my love.

When she recovered I slipped her sideways and held her curled around me. She looked up after a while and said, in a very serious voice, "Thank you."

"What for, Lovergirl?"

"I thought you might not want to do it with me again."

"What? Why?"

"Because Tara is prettier than me, and she has much bigger breasts and I saw you kissing them when you were doing it with her, and, and," she looked shy, and almost tearful as she said "I thought you might not want to be inside me, after Mike had..."

She looked so worried that I almost laughed, and could not tease her. "Oh, baby girl, don't be silly," I smiled, "It makes no difference to me. We all had fun on Friday night, that's all it was. You are gorgeous and have beautiful breasts which I love to touch and kiss and feel against me, and as for the rest of you, my god Penny I want every inch of you wrapped around me, especially down there. If anyone should be worried it should be me, after all why would you want my little bits after having Mike's muscles and his long thing to play with?"

"But you are lovely!" she replied. "I love your bits, I love you in me."

"Good job, because I want to be inside you all day every day, and that won't change. So what that Mike was inside you down there, he was also in your mouth, remember? And I kissed you loads of times since, and you never worried about it."

Her mouth formed an 'O' and her hand went up to it. I laughed this time, as she blushed. "You hadn't thought of that, had you?" I added.

"I, ah, Oh."

"Well I hope you have not forgotten how to do what Tara was teaching you, because I would like to try that myself."

Penny blushed deeper, and said in a small voice, "Now?"

I glanced at the door again, and said, "Maybe you should get some clothes on."

She smiled more confidently and rolled off me, twisting round to kneel on the floor, and reaching out to take my fairly limp penis in her hand. She looked up at me as she started to stroke it and said "Don't worry, they know not to come in."

"Why are you so sure?"

"Because they haven't ever done it in the last two years."

I thought about this for a moment and realised it was true. Penny looked smug. "They aren't stupid you know. They know what we are up to. And they don't mind."

I was speechless.

She giggled. "Mum does the laundry you know. And we talked about it when I went on the pill. She was surprised. She thought we had been doing it for years."

"You talked to your mother about us doing this!" My erection was in jeopardy of becoming inverted.

Penny looked at me with a strange smile. "She was young once. And she likes you. And she thinks it is time we thought about getting our own place."

I nearly choked.

Penny went on nonchalantly, "Well, she thinks I should get a flat, and she said she expected that you would move in within a couple of weeks."

"Live together unmarried?" I croaked

"Is that a proposal?" asked Penny "I thought the tradition was that you should be the one kneeling down."

I tried to say something but my tongue was tied. She looked up at me and said softly "Don't worry love; I'm not ready for that, and neither are you. But are you ready for this?" Her head ducked down and she took me in her mouth, sucking life back into me.

Despite my fears and the rollercoaster emotional ride of the last few minutes, I was twenty, horny and easily hardened. Especially when she started to lick down my shaft to my balls. Penny dragged my trousers down to my ankles and pushed my legs open to get a better angle, and began to pull off my shoes.

When she had one removed she pulled that trouser leg off, and then stood up. Bending at the waist she took my erection in her mouth, and as her head rose and fell, she undid her skirt. In a moment she was entirely naked and stood up before me. She looked at me with sparks in her eyes and put one hand up to brush her hair back from her face. The other hand ran from her mouth down over her chin, neck, breasts and belly, to the hair below. "Do you want me, Sean"

I nodded mutely. I had no thought of her parents now, I would have grabbed her and ravished her in the spot, but she pre-empted me.

"Lie down here" she said, pointing at the rug.

I lay down as she suggested, and was delighted that she positioned herself to kneel over my mouth. However she did not lower herself to my lips, instead she took my hands and pushed them down to my sides, saying "You can look but don't touch, yet. I don't want you to be too distracting just now, I need to concentrate." She leaned forward to take my erection in her hand and then her mouth, and flexed her back and opened her knees a little to give me a great view of her wet pussy, her breasts hanging down and my cock going up into her mouth. After a moment she slipped it out of her lips and then licked down the shaft and all around it, including my balls. It was just as wonderful as the first time she had done that. Then she sucked on the tip of my cock which was breathtaking, and took a couple of inches in her mouth massaging the shaft with her lips, which was superb. But then she started to work me deeper into her mouth and I made a discovery that surprised me. Being deep throated does not feel as good as you might expect.

Oh it looks spectacular when you see it done, either to yourself or someone else, and it is a hell of a trick to do, but in all honesty it does not physically feel that great. They say that the largest and most important sexual organ is your brain, and that is certainly true as far as deep oral is concerned. The excitement really is all in the mind.

Having a girl's lips clamped around the base of your cock and feeling her sucking at the whole length of it is pretty nice, but not as good as being enveloped in a warm pussy. It wasn't a case of Penny not being good at it. I have experienced the same thing several times since with different lovers. A lot of the shaft is not in contact with anything, and a throat does not grip or caress. In fact I spend more time worrying that the girl may gag, and either throw up or involuntarily clamp her teeth shut. In honesty the turn-on is a power trip thing. Some men get off on demeaning women. Having a girl kneel at your feet and accept the thing you piss with all the way in until she can't breathe is a powerful thing to do. These days there are websites that cater to this sort of attitude with guys making girls choke and gag and even throw up on camera. The thought of it makes me choke and gag and want to throw up. Even the language used is sickening - face fucking, skullfucking and the like. "Deep throat" is about as pleasant as it gets. Ok, she could bite it off, so the girl has some power, but to get into that position requires her submission in the first place, and even if she initiates it, as Penny did for me, it is essentially something that is done to the girl, not by her or with her. 

So after a few moments of confused disappointment at the sensation, I craned my head to see that she was doing, and the realisation hit me. That was when I understood that the turn-on was in knowing that I was inside her, in a strangely isolated and individual way. It was not like being enfolded in her arms and legs, being inside her in every way, together. This was my cock invading her, in her face, my body, my balls pressed into her eyes and nose and mouth, demanding total attention. If I pushed in and held her head she would be cut off from the world, from everything but my cock, which held the key to oxygen, light, and life.

I am not immune to the aphrodisiac affect of power, but I am glad to say that I did not abuse it, or her. It was enough to see her draw back to kiss the tip of my cock and then slide her mouth all the way down to the root, feel her sucking for a moment and then draw back again, and to know that she was doing this for me, giving me this power, trusting me not to abuse her, but putting herself in such a vulnerable position solely for my pleasure. I felt like a king. 

Even so I wanted more.

It no longer mattered about her parents. I was empowered by absolute authority and divine right. I reached up to take her waist and pulled her back as I raised my head to taste her sweetness. Penny squealed in surprise and struggled for a moment but co-operated when I began to roll her over. She thought I wanted to take her mouth in the way Mike had done, and I was tempted, but I had a more urgent desire. I spun round, pulling her legs open and dragging her towards me. Penny's eyes went wide, and she gasped as she realised what I was about to do. Her hand came down to guide me into her, and I plunged inside her, sliding my body along her, grasping her shoulders, thrusting deep as I could, and crushing her lips with mine. I lost myself in the moment and the feeling of being balls deep in her wet and willing flesh. 

I think she tried to keep me reasonably quiet, burying my grunts in her neck and suppressing her own cries by biting my shoulder. It was an unexpected bonus for me when she came, and the pulsing of her body was focussed on my cock, which had become the centre and whole of my awareness. I was only vaguely conscious of her clamping her hands on my mouth to muffle the roar of my fulfilment. 




Bad Penny Ch. 01



I lay on her and in her afterwards, my hands still gripping her shoulders, my hips still moving at their own whim. Neither of us said anything for some time, until I pushed myself up to look down at the girl I had just ravished. She was beautiful, with her dark hair awry and our mixed sweat gilding her breasts and belly. I smiled at her, and she grinned back, and said, "We have to get our own place." 

I never knew for certain if her parents had heard us. It was never mentioned of course, and I also did not detect any change of attitude or subtle sign of knowingness. There was however a mark on the rug that resisted our attempts to remove it, and which bore mute testimony for some time to come. Penny sometimes blushed when one of us saw it. We never did it again with them in the house.

The next evening Penny picked me up in her mum's car, and took me to the pub for the quiz. Mike and Tara were there, along with several other friends, and I think we passed the evening with minimal awkwardness. There was no chance of confidential chat, until Penny went to the loo with Tara. When she got back both of them were smiling, and at the end of the night when they were being dragged off by the people giving them a lift, Tara called "See you Friday then" to Penny.

In the car on the way home she broke the news. She was going to tell her mother that she was off to Dublin for the weekend with Tara. I was to tell my folks that I was staying with Mike for a boy's weekend of sci-fi movies, since we had got rid of the girls. 

Penny ran me home, and I was a little surprised that we stopped outside my house. Usually we would take a few moments at one of several secluded parking places nearby. Sex in a 1978 Mini is not impossible, although it requires a certain flexibility and imagination. What night she turned to me and said in serious tones "Tara said what you have to save your strength for the weekend. She said I wasn't to play with you tonight, and you are not to play with yourself either"

I was shocked at this casual reference to masturbation, since it was something we had never discussed before, and I was pretty sure Penny would disapprove of it. She went on to further surprise be by saying "Tara says she will be able to tell if you cheat, and you will regret it if you do. So be good for the next couple of days, and we can be very naughty on Friday."

The next two days were a torture. I was used to at least one orgasm a day, and the frustration built up pretty quickly. It was compounded by the outrageous speculation and erotic fantasies that filled my waking hours and some of my sleep. The previous weekend had been mentally walled off for the last few days; it was too big and too unusual to really think about. I had worried about it, rather than revelled in it. I had not thought that it would happen again. Now I knew that Penny was keen, and that we had the whole weekend free, and that Tara was obviously planning something. The possibilities were endless. Curiosity and anticipation were fuelled by the list of instructions Penny gave to me on Friday at lunchtime. 

As it turned out the reality was pretty spectacular.

I arrived at Mike's on Friday evening at about 6.30. Mike opened the door dressed in a green silk karate suit which had red, gold and silver dragons embroidered on it. The first thing he said to me was "Romulan Ale?" as he waved a tall glass of bright blue liquid in a welcoming gesture. It turned out to be Blue Curacao with vodka and lemonade (although the last was optional).

Tara was in the living room, kneeling at the coffee table which was covered in makeup and the mysterious kit that men don't usually recognise. She was also in a karate jacket, red silk this time, but her legs folded beneath her were in black fishnet tights. I was fairly sure they were not stockings as the jacket was pretty short. She was painting her nails in a rainbow of bright colours. She looked up at me in the doorway and said "Good evening Sean, Penny is getting ready upstairs. You can change in the dining room." Her eyes glittered and a wicked smile flashed across her face as she went on, "I hope you have followed your instructions?"

"Of course, madam." I said in good French waiter style, complete with accent and little half bow full of insolent subservience. She laughed.

I felt a little silly when I found myself automatically raising the blue silk karate trousers, which I had been about to put on, to cover my naked chest when the door opened. It was Mike, with a Romulan Ale in each hand. He came in, closing the door, and went over to the piano, saying "The girls will be a while yet. I thought you might want to play a bit. I have written a new one. You'll like it. It is in my key."

I groaned theatrically, as he had expected. Mike had a deep voice and tended to write songs in E Flat, a guitarist's least favourite key. I ended up just tuning the axe down half a tone, and his guitar was permanently tuned that way.

We were on the fourth run through, and I was starting to work out some licks, when the doorbell rang. It was a delivery from the local Chinese takeaway. Mike and I took it into the kitchen and sorted things into serving dishes and onto trays. He then led me with the dinner to the living room.

The girls were waiting for us, standing together in a mirror pose at the far side of the room, bodies in three-quarter profile, with one hand on each others shoulders, the other on their waists, each with one leg bent and their faces turned towards the door. They looked like manga dolls, in contrast colours. It was a fantastic scene and while Tara was without doubt very sexy looking, Penny was stunning. I had never seen her look anything like that. 

She was in a black karate jacket with, red fishnet tights. The belt was drawn tight to emphasise her waist and bust, and her long dark hair was piled up and held by red lacquered chopsticks. Tara must have done her makeup - a pale foundation with bright red lips, manga eyes, and a heart shaped beauty spot. Her nails were bright blood red. Tara was equally decorous, her flaming hair sporting a rainbow comb and her lipstick in black matching her kohl lined eyes, but her jacket was red and her fishnets black.

Tara indicated that Mike and I should sit opposite each other one the cushions on the floor at the low square coffee table. The girls took the other two sides, and I took the opportunity to compliment Penny on her outfit. Then Tara announced the rules for the meal. We were not allowed to feed ourselves, but had to feed our neighbours, first our usual partner then the other couple. "You can use Chopsticks, forks, spoons fingers or whatever, and drink is the same - not from your own glass."

It was fun, and after a while increasingly erotic. It was Tara who first gave me a lingering look as she sucked on the chopsticks I was holding. Mike was the first to feed someone using his fingers - which Penny did not object to licking clean. That sort of play went on for some time, and occasional touches and brushes of hands and knees and faces went on, and teasing of course as well. Then Penny offered me a piece of char sui in her lips, and Tara followed suit for Mike, and then Mike to Penny and me to Tara, so we had all got over the first kiss. Of course not all of the food suited that approach, but Tara started a new game when she gave me a drink by first sipping it herself and clamping her mouth to mine. 

As her kiss lingered I heard Penny saying "Thirsty?" and Mike replying "I could do with a drop of that myself."

When Tara came up for air we looked round to see Mike lying back against the sofa with Penny kissing him with abandon. Both of them were exploring each other's bodies with passionate touches, and clearly food was now forgotten. Tara came round the table to embrace me closely and said softly in my ear "Looks like Penny is moving on to dessert."

She slipped behind me, wrapped herself around my body, and pressing her cheek next to mine so that she could watch her partner and mine as they became more involved. All the time she gave a running commentary, and let her hands gently wander over me, never staying anywhere too long. "I have been looking forward to this all week," she murmured "and so has Mike. He was worried that she might not come back, but I told him I saw that gleam in her eye on Saturday night. I knew she was up for it. I told Mike that whoever he is with, he has to come in her mouth the first time so she can share with the other girl. Penny agreed to the deal earlier. I'm looking forward to that too. Not just because I haven't let him come since Wednesday, so he will be extra rich first time, but also because I want more of that sweet mouth. And yours." She kissed me and then slid back to watch and whisper. 

"Of course we want your come too. I do hope you have been saving it for us." 

With those words her hand travelled for the first time to grasp my erect cock for a moment. Penny was by now doing the same to Mike, although her grasp on the silk covered organ was more lasting, and her vigorous movements were causing him to gasp and groan. Mike had undone the belt on her jacket, and was now peeling it off her shoulders. Tara felt my cock twitch in her hand as I saw what Penny was wearing beneath it. 

She laughed, and crooned in my ear "So you like the outfit I chose for us tonight. Doesn't the red suit her? And her tits are so rude looking, poking out like that. Her nipples are so pointy. Some girls get them pierced you know. With rings like earrings. I think it would look nice, but I am not sure that they would be as nice to suck. And as you can see, Mike does love sucking a girl's tits. And so do you, I know. And so do I, of course. I wondered if Penny would last week, but she never did. Did she say she liked my tits?"

I almost choked, but managed to say "We hardly talked about any of it."

"Really," Tara said, sounding surprised. "No post mortem? No plans? Mike and I have hardly talked about anything else all week. Oh good," she added, "Mike has remembered what I told him."

Mike had shifted round now and placed his hand on Penny's knee to lift her legs apart, giving us a clear view of her open thighs. The red fishnet bodystocking which was all she was wearing, had a cut out at the crotch as well as for each breast. Her black curly bush was beautifully framed, and my heart raced as Mike's hand traced a path along her inner thigh towards it. Tara crooned again, "And such a tasty little quim. I have all sorts of plans for it. Has she ever used a vibrator?"

"No, I don't think so." I managed to whisper as I saw Mike's index finger run over Penny's bush and slide down the length of her slit, pushing into her firmly, and then running upwards to repeat the gesture. Her thighs spasmed and she gasped, and then lay back with her legs spread even wider as he began to work his finger in and out of her, glistening with her juices. I had to swallow before I could continue "She used a banana once."

Tara laughed, and said in mock shock "A Banana? I would never have guessed it. Oh I must see that this weekend. What about her ass? You ever put anything in that?"

I had to pause a moment as she had grasped me again and gave me a couple of strokes, in time with what Mike was now doing to Penny with two fingers. 

"No." I gasped.

"Sorry darling, was that 'no don't wank me' or 'no Penny's little pucker is still virgin territory'?"

She stopped. I got a breath back.

"You are a wicked woman," I sighed, "and it was 'no, I haven't touched her there'."

Tara slipped round me again to look in my eyes, "Never? Never ever even touched her asshole? Not even a little rub with a finger?"

"No"

"And what about you? She ever play with yours?" 

I think I would have blushed if she had not shockingly whispered "I could teach her all sorts of nice things to do to you, or maybe Mike could show her."

I was unsure of her meaning, and a little fearful, but curiosity impelled me to ask for more detail. 

"In a moment, honey, watch this first." 

She turned my head back to point at what Penny was doing. Mike was on his back, Penny was straddled facing him, up on her knees, holding his cock straight up just touching her pussy. As we watched she slid herself a couple of inches down onto it. Both of them made deep sounds of release and overwhelming sensation. She rose an inch, then sank several more. On the third push she was all the way down. 

"Ohh, doesn't that look good?" breathed Tara. "you know I love watching him fuck. And Mike likes to watch me. Do you like watching Penny?"

I said I did, but she pressed me on it.

"Do you really? Everyone likes watching other people having sex, but do you like seeing her like this? Look at her riding that cock. Look at her pussy lips clinging to the shaft on the way up. Look at the muscles in her back and her ass, and the way her hair moves. She is beautiful. And she is fucking Mike. You ok with that? Are you enjoying that? If I wasn't here wanking you, would you be enjoying this? Would you like Mike to come over to your place and fuck her next week, without me?" 

I hesitated. I saw Penny lean forwards to kiss Mike, sliding her whole body up and down against him as she continued to work his long cock inside her. She was gasping and grunting in between kisses. It struck me that she was having a really good time. She was having really good sex. Not with me. 

In fact it might not matter to her that I was there at all. 

I answered quietly "What if I said I was a bit jealous" 

"Then we need to work on that." Tara knelt facing me again and took by hand to place it on her lap. She was facing away from the writhing couple and leaned forward to look deeply into my eyes. "You love her. And you know in your head that you don't own her. But you should know that she loves you and nothing can change that. Like me and Mike. Even though I am more than fond of you, and I even have a wee buzz about Penny, I can't imagine not caring for him. She won't stop loving you even if she has Mike every night. And he won't stop loving me, no matter how many times he fucks her or you fuck me. Now tell me, do you love her?"

"Yes."

"Do you love me?"

I didn't have to think. "Yes."

"But not the same as Penny. No, you don't need to deny it," she said putting her fingers on my lips. "It is always different. That's good. I love you too, but I could no more come between you and Penny than you could come between me and Mike." She suddenly grinned. "Actually I would love to come between you and Penny, or have you come between her and me, or me between you and Mike again, or maybe just you between my thighs."

She opened her knees and shuffled a little towards me, making my hand move up her inner thigh across the rough fishnet stocking to her smooth naked upper thigh and naked pussy. "Now touch me Sean, and watch your beautiful and devoted lady perform for you. She knows you are here, and watching her, that's why she is so comfortable. That's why she can fuck him and come with him, because you are here. Because you make her safe, and she trusts you. So don't be jealous. Enjoy the trip. And next time you fuck her you will be able to imagine what it looks like for me and Mike watching you. Now tell me what they are doing, and what you are thinking while you make me come."

It was all very confusing. I watched my girlfriend riding my erstwhile boyfriend to orgasm, while I was fingerfucking his girlfriend to her own climax, all the while describing the scene before me. Tara was clinging to me, riding on my thumb and grinding her clit on my wrist as Penny sprang off Mike's cock and slid down to take him in her mouth. She wanked him firmly as his hips bucked and he gave great gasps. They turned to grunts, and Tara looked up at me. "He is going to come. Is he in her pussy?"

"No, she is sucking him."

"Good girl."

Mike cried out once more and his body went rigid, and I knew he was pumping his come into my girlfriend's mouth. She slowly drew her hand up his shaft a few times, milking him, and sat back, looking round. Penny caught my eye and smiled, as she moved towards us, then she pulled on Tara's shoulder to bring her head to face her. Inches from my face she planted a kiss on Tara, opening her lips and obviously pushing her tongue and Mike's come into his girlfriend's mouth. At the same time I felt her hand take my cock and she began to wank me. It was so unexpectedly erotic that I gasped and my thumb moved in Tara's pussy, making her wriggle. 

The girls broke off their kiss and without looking at me Penny said to Tara "Do you want to ride him now?" 

Tara nodded and voiced her agreement, and in moments the two of them had me stripped and flat on my back. Penny was brushing her nipples over my lips and face, while Tara sucked me for a few seconds before straddling me. Penny sat up and helped to remove Tara's gown. Her black bodystocking had piercings through it for her breasts, like Penny's, and her red bush was framed in the opening below, and looked fabulous as she lowered herself down onto my cock, which Penny was holding upright. Tara began to ride me slowly and deeply, and after a few seconds of this I grasped Penny by the waist and maneuvered her around to sit on my face. It was a fantasy I had long cherished - my tongue and cock each buried in a pussy at the same time. Tara picked up the pace that my hips demanded, and with one hand on her tits and the other on Pennys' I came suddenly, enfolded in a paradise of flesh. 

I recovered awareness of my surroundings with the girls still in place, though Penny was now looking down at me between her thighs with a grin. "You were supposed to come in her mouth so I could share, you know." 

"Sorry, lovergirl, it all got a bit intense."

Then I heard Mike say "You can still share, Penny. Just lick her out. "

The look on Penny's face was priceless. Neither Mike nor Tara could see the fleeting waves of puzzlement, shock and surprise, ending in another wicked grin. She raised herself up and swung round, saying "What a good idea."

Tara smiled as she lifted herself off me and lay on her back, legs wide and knees up. She sighed as Penny's tongue gently parted her come drenched curls and pink wet lips. Mike and I watched in growing arousal as my girlfriend buried her face in another woman's pussy for the first time, tasting her inner sweetness and my saltiness together. 

Tara was in heaven. She was looking down between her breasts to view Penny looking back and grinning in between long deep passes of her tongue. It was not long before Tara came, writhing and clutching at Penny's head. She released her, and fell back again, but Penny continued to gently kiss her, and then I saw her hand come up, to touch Tara's pussy for the first time. Minutes later, with Penny's fingers inside her and Penny's lips locked on her clitoris, Tara came again, this time bucking and crying out and collapsing spread-eagled and shaking. 

Mike and I had been so enraptured by the performance that we had simply sat back to watch, and we continued to keep a little distance as Penny crawled up over Tara, kissing her stomach and breasts and neck before embracing her firmly and french kissing her back to breathlessness. 

In the aftermath Mike served water, wine, beer and vermouth to those who wanted them before he settled down with Tara. Penny was next to me, and the two girls were chatting about their bodystockings. One size fits no-one was the consensus, so we volunteered to help the girls remove them, which lead Penny to ask how Tara got the small scar on her back, (sailing accident) and her to show everyone the mark on her foot (stonefish spine) which she had got during her time in France. So Tara asked her about French boys, and Penny blushed. So Tara pressed her on it, and Penny told the tale, which I had not heard before. 




Bad Penny Ch. 02



I will admit that I was not completely sure why or how I ended up at Tammy's house that evening.

Earlier I had turned and walked out of the hotel room door, leaving my ex-wife Patty sitting there nearly naked, a look of surprise on her face.

Years of fantasy, anguish, wanting her and not being able to have her, it all came down to that one moment. I looked at her and knew. Patty was just back for more, I could see it.

Had she been dressed nicely to go out, had we done the dinner and a few drinks bit, perhaps the outcome might have been different. The truth is that I was vulnerable, the bad times had faded, the memories of the good times stayed in my mind.

I went up the Patty's hotel room, thinking of going out, having a nice evening, then maybe..a nice roll in the hay?

Instead she threw sex at me right off the bat, just expecting that that would be all it would take for her to get in control. 

Patty knew I was fairly well off, easy for her to find out as part of her job running a real estate firm. I understood that she wanted some of it, so she just used the one tool at her disposal that always worked.

Sex.

My mind was so full of thoughts after I just walked out leaving her sitting there that I really hadn't paid attention to where I was going, I was just driving.

Then I was pulling up in front of Tammy's house.

I had probably only been there 10 times in the last decade, when I needed something done, or had a concern about the business. Tammy always knew what to do, she knew where everything was, she missed absolutely nothing.

I certainly remember the day I met Tammy, she walked into the shop to apply for a job. I was at the point where trying to do everything myself was becoming impossible, the file cabinet was a box shoved over in a corner. We had a computer but it was down, damn thing was always down. I was writing myself notes to remind me to remember everything, but I was forgetting where I put the notes of course. My desk looked like the top of it was shingled with postits.

Hal, the man that ran my shipping department took the application, brought it in to my office.

"There is a gal out there looking for the job as secretary!" He grinned as he handed me the papers.

"Bet you can get her cheap!" he added, then went back to his duties at the shipping counter.

I looked over the application, the writing was strong and neat. "Great organizational skills", she had written. I spotted the 4 years of college, then the "105 WPM" without error part?

That almost brought a snicker from me, I typed about 17 words per minute myself.

105 words per minute, yea..sure.

What the hell, I got up to go see what I had here.

My first surprise was Tammy was a pretty African woman, barely 30 as I had seen on the application.

Of course there was no place to mark an applicant's race on the form. It didn't matter, I wasn't prejudiced, I just never even thought about any of that.

She stood and smiled at me, her hands absentmindedly smoothing the sides of the flowery dress she wore.

"Is there any more information I can offer you regards my skills?" she said.

"Uhhh...I was curious about the typing?" I said lamely, still a bit surprised. I had expected to see a nice chubby white woman.

I was really hoping to hire an efficient Mom type.

I blushed, realizing she had spotted my discomfort.

"May I demonstrate?" she said, with that same sweet smile.

"Uhhh...sure, but the computer doesn't work, we don't have a...."

"Oh, let me take a look."

Tammy walked over to the computer, touched a button and up popped that damn blue screen. That is all the thing ever did, I had tried and tried to make it work, calling that Gates guy a few choice names in the process.

Then she tapped some keys at once rapidly,and a background screen appeared. A few seconds later she had the front screen open.

"What would you like me to type?"

I handed her the application form, now surprised at how fast she made the system work.

She glanced at the form, her fingers danced across the keyboard for a few minutes. They didn't click, it was a whirring sound. Then she hit print, nothing happened. She opened another screen, typed in a few lines and the printer started.

I am sure my mouth was hanging open.

She turned and handed me the printout. I looked at it, back at her.

"You are hired!" I said.

She didn't even ask me what the salary was.

By the end of the second week my desk was clean and organized, she even dusted and polished it. She made coffee for me, perfect every time. Every document I asked for seemed to magically appear from the filing cabinet she had asked me to buy for her. I gave her a signed check expecting her to spend a grand or two, she came back with a good used one she found somewhere for $60.

Within a month Tammy was more or less running the company. I remember handing her her first paycheck.

"That is more than I expected." she said, looking at the figure.

"Well, you are more than I expected!" I told her.

So for nearly 10 years, my business grew. In all that time I never really thought about Tammy as other than my best asset. I just did not see a black lady when I worked and talked with her, she was just...Tammy?

Then my ex-wife Patty showed up.

"Skank!" Tammy had called Patty, reverting to a sing song manner of speech. Her head seemed to rock back and forth, her eyes flashed with irritation. That was another surprise, I had never heard her do that. Then I spotted the tear in her eye, she had tried to turn away quickly to hide it.

"Now what the hell?" Was my exact thought.

That must have been in the back of my mind, after leaving Patty at the hotel room, I drove directly to Tammy's house, asked her to join me for dinner.

Tammy sat beside me on the car seat, snugged up as tightly as the center belt would allow, her head leaned over on my shoulder.

Damned if that didn't feel...perfect? 

We had a pleasant meal, she talked about her family, her dreams. The subject of Patty never came up. Later we even danced, I did notice we got some sidelong glances from a few of the other customers.

I didn't care, I was enjoying being with her. She felt good in my arms, her soft breasts pressed against my chest, my hand on her waist. The moment, the music, everything around caused sensations and thoughts to pop in my head that I had long since forgotten.

Or at least shoved firmly to the back of my mind.

The evening was finally over, I pulled up at her house, walked her to her door.

I admit I was thinking about what if, maybe?

Yes, I am male, I was thinking about...sex?

I didn't have the nerve to just reach for her, she handled that for me. She leaned in, kissed me on the cheek, then pulled back.

"Thank you, Dan. That was so nice, I really had a good time."

I went home, I lay in bed for a long time thinking. Finally after several hours of trying to sleep, I got up and went to the bathroom, frustrated. I began the ritual, trying to bring thoughts of Patty into my head, like so many times before.

Instead, I saw Tammy in my mind's eye, doing that little spin for me in the pretty full length dress. Then in my fantasy I felt her again, her breasts pressed against me, happy and content.

That was all it took.

The next day I was busy writing some bids when the intercom buzzed.

"Patty Wilkins to see you, Dan. Should I show her in?" Tammy's voice had that edge to it again.

"Sure."

Patty walked into my office, sat down in a chair. She wore a filmy blouse, the type I remembered she always wore. She also had on one of those ever present too short skirts.

I suspected she was nude underneath, that was her style.

"So what's up?" I asked.

"I wanted to apologize for last night."

"No need."

"I moved too fast, didn't I?"

I didn't answer.

"I think we should try, we always did belong together."

"Patty, it's been 20 years. I am not the same man I was....."

"I was too young, foolish." She cut in, tears forming in her eyes.

I just looked at her.

She suddenly smiled, her fingers reached up, absentmindedly tugged at the edge of her blouse.

My eyes dropped down to her breasts, soft and obvious under the thin material. She caught my glance, grinned.

I looked away, uncomfortable. I was wondering where the tears went so quickly.

"I filled out quite a bit." Her back arched slightly.

"Three kids I guess?" I told her.

"Yes, but I am still in good shape."

"Well, it's nice to see you, Patty. But I have a lot of work....."

"Come with me for lunch at least?"

"Please?"

"All right." I said, against my better judgement.

I closed the file I was working on. As we walked out the door I caught the sidelong glance from Tammy, she shot daggers at Patty's back.

There was a little diner just down the street, so we walked. Patty rambled on about everything under the sun, I really wasn't hearing much of it.

I was worried about what Tammy would think.

Lunch went the same way, she was talking and talking, trying hard to be funny, laughing at her own stories.

"Dan, are you all right? You seem...preoccupied?"

"I guess I am, Patty. I think I know what you are trying to do and it won't work."

"I'm not trying to do anything." She protested.

"So what was that last night?"

"I just thought you might like..You and I...we were always so good together."

"Sex, you mean. That's all we ever had."

"We had more than that. We should be together, try again. I have changed."

"You haven't changed, Patty. Well, except for getting bigger." 

She blushed at that, then a trace of anger flashed across her face.

"Is there someone else?" She asked me.

"No, not really. I haven't even been dating. Well, except for last night, I took Tammy to dinner."

"Tammy? Who is Tammy?"

"The woman that works in my office."

She looked at me in surprise.

"That one? You are going out with that?....She is black."

"What?"

"You heard me, you can do better than that."

"Patty, so help me God. I was right last night and I am right now. You aren't worth my time."

I stood up, threw some bills on the table, turned and walked out.

That was twice I had done that now, three actually if I counted the email to her years ago.

"Dan!" I heard her voice calling after me as I walked down the street.

I just kept going.

"Skank!" Popped into my head. I started laughing, that was somehow hilarious.

Tammy looked up at me as I walked into the office, her eyes studied me for a moment. Then she smiled and turned back to typing the reports.

I sat down at my desk, Tammy came in a few minutes later, handed me some coffee.

"You drink too much of this." she said.

"No I don't."

Then she plopped down in the chair, that was new, too. She never sat down in my office.

"OK. What happened?"

"What happened with what?" I asked, knowing exactly what she meant.

"The redhead." She was grinning, she already knew, too.

"I don't think we are meant for each other."

"No kidding. You aren't as dumb as you look."

"Yes, I am."

I started laughing, Tammy did too.

"So why do you think you are dumb, Dan?"

I looked at her for a moment, trying to form the words in my mind.

"Because it took me 10 long years to ask you out."

"Does that mean that maybe you would like to...?"

For an answer, I stood up, stepped around my desk. She stood up, too, then slipped into my arms.

When our embrace finally broke, I saw the moisture in her eyes. Mine were damp, too.

"How about we take the rest of the day off?" I asked her.

"And do what?" Tammy had a mischievious look in her eyes.

"I...uhh..." I muttered, still not completely sure of myself.

"Do you want to be with me?" Tammy asked, slipping her arms around the back of my neck.

"Yes. I do."

"Well. Come on then." 

She took my hand and led me out the door, stopping to yell out at Hal.

"We are taking the day off, can you close up?"

Hal looked up, glanced at Tammy, back at me. Then realization hit him, he grinned.

"Sure, no prob."

"About damned time!" I heard him mutter as we walked out the door.

I think I set a record getting over to Tammy's house, the big hemi engine in my Magnum was howling a bit. She was scooted up tight against me, her hand on my thigh the whole way, her fingers gently moving.

After we got there, she took me into her bedroom, sat me on the edge of her bed. The sunlight was filtering in through the beige curtains, showing her in profile.

I am sure she knew that.

She looked at me, unbuttoned her blouse slowly, slipped it off her shoulders. Then she slid the tan slacks down her hips, stepped out of them. She stood there in just a simple white bra and white panties for a few seconds, then turned sideways to me.

Her arms reached back, I was holding my breath as she unclipped the bra, shrugged it off. Her dark breasts were capped with large black nipples, she brought her hands up and lifted them, then let them drop.

They weren't high and firm like young women, this was a beautiful mature woman. Both sagged gently, as she turned to me I could see the vertical oval shape of her nipples.

"Well? You like?" she asked me, just like she did when she made the little spin in the pretty flowery dress she wore to dinner.

"Yes. I like very much."

Tammy stepped over to the bed, lay down beside me. We kissed, I began to fondle her, delighting in the softness. I felt her hand reach down and stroke my groin, then her fingers fumbled at my belt.

Her hand and fingers stroked up and down over my hips, then she reached around and rubbed the cheeks of my behind. I tugged at the side of her panties, she lifted herself slightly to help me.

I stripped them off, dropping them on the floor by the bed, she sat up and tugged my slacks and shorts down and off of me.

My hands went to her crotch, finding no hair at all, just soft smooth flesh. Her hand wrapped around me, she gave a soft gasp of delight at finding my barely 8" as erect as it is possible to be.

"Are you sure you aren't black?" she asked me, holding me firmly with one hand while looking down at me.

I started laughing, she picked up on that and we both went into a series of uncontrollable giggles.

Then she slid over on top of me, pressing me back on the bed. She lifted up her hips, tilted her pelvis forward and somehow inserted me without using her hands. She paused there for a moment, then pushed down, I felt the soft flesh of her outer lips press against my pubic bone.

"I wanted...wanted this...so long..." Came out of her in little pants as she now thrust wildly at me. Her breasts were bouncing up and down, I reached up to hold them, catching each nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

I felt her inner walls clamp down, she leaned forward, pressed her breasts against me, her mouth on my neck. There was a loud groan, and then she flooded with wetness.

Tammy sat back up, with me still buried inside her.

"You didn't..you are still..." Then she started in thrusting again.

"Come damn you, fill me up!" She cried out as she orgasmed the second time. When she started to spasm, I could not hold back, I blasted off in her in waves, over and over as she groaned.

We lay joined until I finally softened, then slid out.

"Wow." Tammy said.

"Wow is right!"

Finally she sat up, went into the bathroom, returning in seconds with a warm damp washcloth.

She began to wash me off, finally concentrating on my penis, which was starting to show signs of life again.

She lay curled up, her face level with my groin. She reached out with one hand, grasped me, giving me some firm strokes. Then slowly she slid my foreskin back, the head began to appear.

"There it is!" She said, and then she leaned forward and put her mouth on me.

The Sun was shining in the opposite window when I woke up. Tammy lay there tight against my side, I watched her face as she softly breathed in and out.

Then her eyes opened, she looked at me. I leaned forward and kissed her.

I was working at my desk at about 11 or so, the intercom went off.

"Mrs. Wilkins is here...again." Tammy said.

Just like a bad penny, she just kept coming back. I decided to be firm, nothing else would work.

"Tell her I am busy. Oh..Just tell her I said...Beat it!" I answered.

"OK, Honey, I will."

I caught the "honey" part. Probably as much for Patty's benefit as for mine.

"Mr. Magnusan says to...beat it...dearie." I heard Tammy say, she had left the intercom connection open.

I just grinned at that, went back to work.

That afternoon, I drove down to the local jeweler's, selected a simple diamond setting. It would be enough for me to ask the question, I knew. She could pick out anything she wanted later.

I stuck it in my pocket, called Tammy and asked her to join me for dinner. She sounded delighted.

The question was going to be easy to ask, I was now completely sure of what I wanted.

I was pretty confident of her answer.



Bad Penny Ch. 02



Mike and I enjoyed watching our girlfriends licking each others pussies. They took their time, responding to each other, mirroring each other. Tara was shorter than Penny, so some movements meant that one or the other had to pause and let their partner pleasure them. Eventually Tara came, and then she insisted on making Penny come. She moved Penny's legs to give Mike and me a clear view, and lifted them up to get unimpeded access. Then she said to Mike "Get the blue bag"

He went behind the sofa, and reappeared with a blue denim covered bag like an attache case, containing several bottles and tubes of massage oil, creams and lubricating gel, and a number of dildos and vibrators.

Penny could not see the contents, since Tara was sitting astride her stomach, with the bag between Penny's open legs. She was surprised at the drop of cold gel that Tara squeezed onto her clit. She was even more surprised when Tara turned on the vibrator that she had been gently rubbing the lube in with. 

Penny thrashed and cried out when a second vibrator was introduced into her pussy, and came in seconds as Tara rapidly pumped it in and out. She was almost screaming, and gripping Tara's hips, as she was driven to another orgasm, and then a third. Tara looked triumphant as she casually dabbed the vibe on Penny's clitoris at random intervals, making her jump and writhe and whimper. I began to think the game was getting a little cruel just as Tara finally stopped, and after a peck on her pussy lips, she moved up to Penny's face, kissing her gently and holding her softly. 

"Time for bed I think," said Tara, beckoning me over. I lifted Penny and guided her to bed, snuggling in behind her as Tara and Mike settled down beside us. herself. Mike threw a Duvet over us, and he curled up with Tara again. 

In the morning we were all hungry, and there was some argument about who should cook until Tara said that she was taking Penny to get changed. Toast and mushroom omelets did not take long to make and when we got back up to the bedroom with trays of food the girls were already lounging on the bed in a casually posed display of revealing lingerie. 

Tara was wearing a black and gold stripped bustier with matching pants, all trimmed in lace. She had hold up stockings on and lace gloves. Penny was stunning in a black leather gloves and corset, her breasts supported in half cups so her nipples were exposed, and her bare bush framed by the suspender straps running down to her stockings. Both of them had long high heeled boots on. 

I whistled, Mike said "Tasty."

"You guys have to dress later." said Tara "But first you may serve us."

It was slightly surreal, sitting naked with Mike while the girls, his girlfriend and mine, were longing in erotic costume. Weirder still when after breakfast we had to try on different outfits for the girls to choose. I ended up in a red leather posing pouch and black silk shirt. Mike was in an outfit that seemed to be mostly leather straps running to a metal ring that fitted over his balls. Tara seemed to be in charge, as usual, and announced that we all needed to rest and build up our strength, so no more sex until the afternoon, and we were going to play cards. And drink tea. Which we did. 

Surreal again. Penny is quite competitive, Mike and I don't like loosing and Tara.... Well let's just say I want to be on her side if world war three ever breaks out. 

So we played cards, and every now and then I would notice Penny's naked nipples or a flash of her pubic hair, or Tara's ample bosom wobble, or the whiteness of her inner thigh. Mike's cock lay dormant or twitched, sometimes getting a little hard, attracting glances from the girls. 

Lunch was light salad and served under house rules - but Tara insisted we didn't get carried away. Until dessert.

Tara brought in the dish of custard, and a hand of half a dozen bananas. 

She casually served the custard, peeling a banana for each of us and breaking it into the bowl. She gave one to me, one to Mike, and lifted one to give to Penny, but pulled back the bowl as she was about to take it. "Oh sorry Penny, I forgot you like yours unpeeled."

Penny looked blank for a moment, then blushed, and turned to hit me. "You git, you told them!"

Mike looked blank a moment and said "What?" but then a grin broke across his face "Oh!"

Tara intervened. "I asked him last night if you had ever used a vibrator or a dildo. He said no, but you had used banana. But you should forgive him: I was wanking him at the time and you were riding Mike, so he was not thinking straight. Or at all."

"Sorry, lovergirl." I said, gently. 

"So what do you expect me to do with this?" Penny waved the banana at Tara. 

"Well, whatever you like really, although I had hoped you would tell us the story of the first time you put a banana in your pussy."

Penny said firmly "First and only time. Oh well, Sean knows anyway, he was holding onto the end of it."

Tara laughed "He didn't tell me that!"

"Well," Penny began "it was after I came back from France. Sean and I had, well done just about everything except have real sex. We were in a hotel in Dublin for the weekend, two nights together. On the first night we had made love wonderfully." Penny squeezed my hand. "Sean made me come, and come and come. Then we spent the day in the museums and cafes, had dinner in a lovely place, and back to the hotel where Sean stripped me to my stockings and threw me on the bed. He went down on me, licking me until I came and using two fingers in me. And then I saw the banana in the fruit bowl. I, I..." she blushed again, but went on "I knew I could take two fingers. I wondered if I could take Sean's cock. I was still a virgin then, at least in the sense that I had not done that. But I knew I had been, well, stretched. I knew I probably wouldn't bleed, or hurt, but you hear so many stories. I wanted to do it then, but I was scared. So I grabbed it, and brought it down to Sean. He looked at it, and at me, and said 'Really?' and I said 'Try it.' So he did. It was kind of nice. Big, round, not like fingers. Cold though. I know Sean was turned on by it. He was really hard and we sixty-nined, and after we both came, he took it out and ate it."

Tara whooped. Penny blushed. Then I said "Okay Tara, since it is story time, tell us about the first time you sucked a boy off."

"Oh that was years ago!"

"Tell us." I insisted. Mike had once said I should hear the story, but I hadn't asked before. 

"It was how I met Mike, as I am sure you know." said Tara, giving Mike a withering look. "We were both at a party, and drink had been taken, and I was dying to go to the loo. But there was a queue. And Mike was in front of me. Well when the girl who was in came out I said to Mike 'Please let me go ahead of you I'm bursting' but he said 'So am I - tell you what I'll use the sink'. So we went into the bathroom together, and I only just made it to sit down, and he was at the basin beside me, and we both made big sighs of relief at the same time, and both of us were peeing quite noisily, and we both laughed and looked at each other. He grinned and said 'Hi, I'm Mike' and I grinned and said 'Tara, and I'm impressed,' because of course he was standing there with that huge dong hanging over the basin. Now I had seen a couple of cocks before, but never that size, not even erect. He laughed and said 'thank you' and finished peeing and started washing it. 'Takes some looking after' he said, and turned to the towel rack which was in front of me to dry it, and his hands. Of course the bugger was showing off, and of course I couldn't resist touching it, and he turned to face me, me still sitting on the loo with my knickers down, and there it was, eye level, or lip level, and beginning to rise. It was just an impulse to kiss it. And he made such a nice noise. So I kissed it again. It was all fresh and clean, and with that pointy end it fitted so nicely between my lips, and the next thing he pushed forward and I was sucking it. Then someone banged on the door, and he jumped, and so did I.

"I laughed, and said 'Better go, Mike' and we quickly exited the bathroom. Well of course we were both hyped up on hormones, I was ready to jump his bones on the landing, despite the three or four people there. It was Easter weekend, frosty outside, every room was crowded, I was there with friends who were to give me a lift home, he was with his mates, so we had no car, it was a disaster. 

"Especially when my friend who was giving me a lift came up and said we were going. We had hardly had a chance to talk, so I grabbed his hand and wrote my number on it. I said 'Hold that thought, and call me.'

"I spent the next day praying that the phone wouldn't ring."

"Why?" I asked. 

Tara rolled her eyes and said "Because I woke up and thought about it and thought I had acted like a complete slut, Sean. I thought if he rang me he would expect me to be on my knees sucking him off in two seconds flat, and probably want a fuck as well. And you know I was kind of screwed up about that back then."

Penny chipped in "You mean like I was?"

Tara looked at her and shook her head "No, not quite, but that's another story, I'll tell you another time." Tara had looked sad for a moment, and I knew why, since I had heard the story, but she brightened up and went on "Anyway, he didn't ring that day. And he didn't ring on the Monday. By the Tuesday night I was no longer trembling if the phone rang. By Thursday I had started to feel a bit aggrieved. How dare he not ring me? I mean, he must have thought he was onto a sure thing. Wasn't I pretty enough even to call up for a quick blow- job?

"So when I got home after school on Friday I was mortified when Mum answered the phone and yelled up the stairs at me 'Tara, there's a boy called Michael on the phone for you.'

"He was so shy and apologetic. He asked me if I would be going down town on Saturday, and we arranged to meet at the City Hall. So we did. And we talked and walked round the shops and up to the museum and found we only lived about two hundred yards from each other and he walked me home. And we met up again on the Sunday. And on Monday morning he was at the bus stop, to say hello before he went off to school. And when I got back he was there as well. And so it went on. Then the next Saturday we went to the cinema, and held hands. He hadn't kissed me by then. So when we got back home I grabbed him at the gate and seriously snogged him. He was so surprised. Even more when I dragged him round the aide of the house and did it again and took his hand and put it up my skirt. 

Tara looked affectionately at Mike and said "Gormless loon. Didn't have a clue. But I was turned on enough to get worked up on his fumbling fingers, and rip his trousers off. And there it was, that ravening monster, pale pink and hard as nails, and just ready to suck. So I did. I just wanked him and blew him and he came in my mouth in about thirty seconds. Much to my surprise, but boy was he grateful. And after that I just blew him every time we met. Until we started fucking."

Mike spoke up "Two weeks and thirty seconds, longest blow - job in history."

Penny laughed and said "Sean didn't even last thirty seconds the first time I sucked him. Mind you it was a long time after that before I let him come in my mouth." She laughed again and it was such a light and relaxed sound that it made me smile, and she noticed my expression. "What, loverboy?"

"Oh nothing, just that I realised that you are lying here with your nipples exposed and pussy naked, talking with Tara and Mike about me coming in your mouth. A couple of weeks ago I would not have believed it possible. And I believe that there is every possibility that you will give both Mike and me a blow job in the next two days, and lick Tara's pussy too." 

Penny blushed, and her blush deepened when Tara said "But first she has to show us how to use this." She was holding up the banana. "Not right now, but before she is allowed to play with anyone else she has to show us herself playing with this."

"And what is your forfeit?" said Penny. 

Mike held up the other banana. "She has to use this. But not the same way as Penny."

It was Penny's turn to look confused, but I guessed what he meant. Tara said, "Hmm, okay, but we need a story from you and Sean, and I set your forfeits."

We agreed. Tara turned to Mike and said "Ok, tell us about the dream you had about Sean and Penny, the week before we all had that hash cake."

Mike grinned, and managed to look shy. "Ah well, that. It was a weird dream, you know. I have always been fascinated by UFO stories, so it kind of made sense. I dreamt that you two came over to visit bit you were dressed kind of weird, and acting a bit strange. 

"You were all in black, and wearing black gloves. So you told me that you had something to tell me. You had seen a UFO land, and had met the aliens, and they had given you gifts. They had improved you. Of course I wanted to know what you meant, so Sean took off his gloves. His hands were green.

"The fingertips were clear green like jelly, gradually getting darker and cloudier as they went back until they blended into normal pink skin at mid palm. Sean said 'They said it would take a few days for them to totally adapt, my whole hand was clear green for a couple of days, but they will look normal in a week.'

"Of course I asked what could he do with them, and he picked up a guitar and ripped out a solo that Jimmy or Jimi would have gone to the crossroads for. Then he went to the piano and played some boogie woogie, a bit of Rachmaninov and the theme from Close Encounters. Sean shrugged when he saw me standing with my mouth open, and said 'I told them I like music, so now I can play any musical instrument'"

"That's cool" I said. 

"So I turned to you, Penny, and asked what you had wanted to be improved, and you stood up and unzipped your long black coat, and let it drop off your shoulders. You were totally naked, and your breasts were like two domes of green jelly."

Penny and I laughed, but Tara said "Wait for it."

"So then Penny walked over to me, and said 'I told them I liked sex, so they made some improvements. Feel them.' I put my hands on her alien enhanced breasts and they were warm and soft and firm and somehow felt a bit like velvet, and her nipples were hard, and I felt a warmth spread through me right down to my balls. Then she said 'Suck them,' so I did. They smelled sweet and lovely, and tasted like honey and mango, and my mouth was flooded with a sort of thick sweet cream, and the nipple moved around in my mouth like a tongue. I was being French kissed by your tits."

Penny laughed again. Mike went on "And then you pulled away, and just lay down on the floor, and lifted your legs and opened them. I stared between them. Your pussy was bright green, and perfectly circular, like a puckered set of lips, with no hair at all. And you said 'Try this.' So of course in the dream I was instantly naked, and I just knelt down and put the tip of my cock against the green jelly opening, and it sort of expanded out to grasp my shaft and pull me in. It even flowed out over my balls. I just went with it and it was like a hundred little mouths all round my cock, all licking and sucking and kissing it, and pulsing around it in waves. I came instantly."

"Whoa. Sounds good." I said. 

Penny asked "What happened then?"

Mike was a bit bashful looking. "I woke up. I really was coming. I made so much noise I woke Tara. So I had to explain and tell her the whole story, which is why I remember it so well I suppose, although it is not a dream I'd forget anyway."

"Poor Mike," said Penny "It must have been such a disappointment when you saw me nude and I looked like this!" she teased.

"Oh no Penny!" Mike protested, "Your tits are lovely, and your pussy feels just gorgeous on my cock. I like fucking you just as you are."

Tara said "And you can prove that later, but it is Sean's turn to tell a story." She looked at me then with a raised eyebrow, and I knew she had something wicked in mind. "Penny told us all about her lovely black boyfriend, and how she nearly fucked him, and how she let him finger her and lick her pussy and make her come. But you haven't told us what you did that summer."

My heart lurched. I had not told Penny what I had done, and Tara knew that. And she knew damn well what I had done because I did it with her. Still, perhaps now was a good time to tell, and I had wanted to get it off my chest for ages. So I turned to Penny and took her hand and said "If you want to hear this I will tell you. I have wanted to tell you for ages, but I didn't want to hurt you. But now things have changed a bit, so perhaps you would like to know. Its up to you, but I want you to know that I love you like no other, and that has never changed. I thought I had lost you, that I would never see you again, and I was sad and lonely, and pretty drunk a lot of the time. And if I had known you would come back to me, well maybe I wouldn't have done what I did, although I have to say I was pretty horny, and I did enjoy myself a lot. So do you want to know?"

Penny looked at me then and said "Yes Sean. I feel so much better for having told you about Jean Paul, and I have wondered about you and that summer. You said you had been with another girl, and I have always suspected that it got pretty serious, but I know that I had been pretty vehement about breaking up with you. I know you didn't expect me to come back. And I am so glad you came back to me, and I don't want there to be secrets, so I would like to know. Everything. Whatever happened."

"Well," I said and took a deep breath. "Actually there were three girls that summer."

"Three!" said Tara, in surprise.

"Yes," I said, glad to have shocked her. "The first two were drunken flings, one time only not that serious. I was staying at Lenny's house after a party, and I got in a clinch on the couch with a girl. It was Kim."

Penny nodded, and said "I knew she fancied you."

"Yeah, well she fancies everyone. We just snogged and fumbled about a bit. I got a hand up her skirt and one finger in her, and made her come, but we were interrupted by someone else coming into the room, and turning on the light. So that was about it. She never got her hands on my cock, and I never saw her tits. The next morning it was all politeness and awkwardness, and we have ever spoken about it since."

"Fair enough" said Penny, "Who was number two?"

"Ah, that was a girl that you don't know. Another party, at Kim's house this time, a barbeque and campfire in the garden, went on all night. At about five in the morning I went to find somewhere to kip, and had just got into one of the spare beds when this girl came in. Elaine Donaldson. She came over and said 'There are no more beds, can I share?' and just climbed in. Well I had already taken my trousers off, and she was in a short skirt, and she snuggled with her back to me, and I had a hard on in two seconds flat. I was so embarrassed and had no way to hide it, and she wiggled her ass at me, pressing back, and then said, 'ooh, what's that?'"

Tara snorted. "Like she didn't know!"

"Well she rolled over and kissed me, and had her hand down my pants and grabbed my cock and wanked me with three short strokes, and then looked me in the eyes and said 'Have you any rubbers?' To which I had to say 'No.' She just said, 'Aw shit, neither do I. No fucking then,' and began kissing me and wanking me again. Well, to be polite I had to join in really. 

"We ended up nude pretty quick, and I discovered that she had the smallest tits I have ever seen on a woman. I mean they were like two fried eggs on a plate It was a bit off-putting really. She looked like a boy. But her pussy was really hairy, and she was wet when I fingered her although she didn't let me do that for long. She got on her back and pulled me onto her, so I lay on her with my cock on her mound and my balls against her pussy, and we made out until she was close to coming. Then she said 'Lick my cunt, now, lick my cunt so I can come'. Again, its not the sort of request that a gentleman can refuse. 




Bad Penny Ch. 02



"So I licked her out and had two fingers in her, and she came. And then she pulled me back up, and took my cock in her hand and said 'Thank you. What's your name?' So I told her, and she said 'You are a good cunt licker, Sean. So since we can't fuck, I'm going to do something for you that I don't do for many boys' and she went down on me. Wanked me, and sucked me until I came, but not in her mouth. She pulled away at the last moment and made me shoot all over myself, and then used her hand to spread it all over my stomach and chest. Then she kissed me on the lips, and said 'Sleep well' and just rolled over and went to sleep. 

In the morning I was woken by her getting out of bed. We chatted, like nothing had happened as she dressed, and she gave me a kiss on the forehead and said "Ta, Sean" and was gone.

"Okay," said Penny, a little slowly, as she was thinking about it. "I can see how that would happen, and I'm okay with that. I mean, I know if I had done that with a boy I wouldn't expect him to fight me off. So what about number three?"

I could feel myself blushing. "Well, again it was not on my initiative. Not the first time. And I'm not saying that as an excuse or anything, just that it is the way it went. I mean, I was keen, and I was keen to do it again, several times, but I really put it out of my mind when you got back, Penny. Really from when you came to me and we kissed again, until last week when we had that doped cake, I hadn't even thought of it."

Penny looked a little puzzled "What do you mean?"

"Well, I had been a bit unhappy. After I snogged Kim I was a bit shocked at myself. And then after that party at Kim's, the way Elaine was so casual about it all, and I realised that if she or I had a condom that I would almost certainly have had sex with her, well I was confused. I wanted to do it, to have done it, I felt annoyed that I didn't get to do it, that I didn't have a rubber with me. I was a bit annoyed to be honest that we, you and I, didn't do it before, so I would have had a rubber with me. And annoyed that we hadn't done it when we had been going out for years -- I mean there was this girl who I didn't even know and she wanted to fuck me, why hadn't my girlfriend wanted to do it? Sorry Penny, but I was sort of screwed up. And I felt guilty because I had been playing with her, and Kim, and I felt that I had betrayed you, and yet you had dumped me, and Oh hell, I don't know. So I got drunk, for about two weeks. Mike was very good to me, let me stay here, kept me alive. Then I slowed down on the drinking, and got a bit more sober, and resolved that I would buy some condoms and I would most assuredly have sex with the next girl who would let me."

Penny looked a bit pale, and murmured "Oh." but just nodded then and said "Okay, so then Number three came along, and ..."

"Well, I was a bit drunk. Not very. Not like I had been, but I'd had a couple. So I missed my bus home, and had to crash on the sofa."

Penny interrupted, "Where were you?"

I swallowed my fear. "Mike's parents house. It was before he moved here with Tara. I spent a lot of time there, there were loads of parties, his parents were away all summer."

"Okay. Mike's old house. So did you two know about this?" asked Penny looking at Tara and Mike. Mike blushed, Tara said "Yes. But Sean didn't want us to tell you. He was afraid you would be hurt."

"Okay." said Penny. "Ok, I can see that."

"So," I went on, "I was about to go asleep on the sofa, actually I think I was sort of half asleep at least, when the door opened and Mike came in. He was in his dressing gown. He stood in the doorway and said 'Tara and I were wondering if you would like to come upstairs to bed with us.'"

Penny gasped and looked round all three of us. I went on quickly, "But I said no thanks, I was comfortable enough on the sofa." 

Penny nodded and said "Okay" again. Again I swallowed my fear.

"Then a minute or two later, Tara came in. She was in her dressing gown as well. She came over to the sofa and sat down on the edge of it beside me, and said 'Mike is an idiot. I sent him down here to invite you to come upstairs with us and he obviously didn't make himself clear.' So I mumbled something about it being fine, I'm comfy, and she said 'Now you are being an idiot. I'm not inviting you to come up and sleep in our bed, I'm inviting you to come up and fuck me.'"

Penny was in shock by now. She didn't say anything, just stared at me open mouthed. I decided to push on, get it all out.

"Well, that got me awake. And I said 'What?' and Tara said 'You heard. I want to have sex tonight, and I want lots of it, and want you and Mike to take turns fucking me. Now if you say no, I'll just go and fuck Mike, but if you want to you can fuck me first, and then he can have a go, and then you can do me again. Ok?'

"I was sort of taken aback. I mean, you know, you and I not only hadn't done it, but we never used words like that. Elaine had said 'fuck' and it shocked me, but the way Tara was talking had me reeling. I think all I could say was 'What? Are you serious?' and she said 'Very serious. I fancy you, and Mike and I have talked about it, and he's okay with it, so why don't you just come upstairs and we can all have a good time?'

"I remember I spluttered something about this being a crazy idea, and that I was Mike's mate and didn't want to make him jealous, and it all sounded fun, but it could have terrible consequences for our relationship, and for Tara and Mike's, and really it sounded like a bad idea, and then Tara said 'Don't you think I'm sexy enough?' So I spluttered some more, about of course she is very sexy and pretty, and ordinarily I would fancy her but she's Mike's girlfriend, and .. so she interrupted me and said 'I may be Mike's girlfriend, but I'm not his property. I love him to bits and think he is the sexiest man on earth. I fucked him four times this week and I plan to do it at least three times tonight, but that is beside the point. I fancy you, and I fancy having two guys at once. Mike has no problem with either part of that. He likes you, trusts you and is comfortable with you, and if you come up stairs he will tell you that himself. So leave Mike out of it. The only question is, do you fancy me? I'm offering you my body tonight, to do with what you will, on the one condition that fucking me is part of the deal. So do you want this?' and she threw off her robe."

I had been looking at Penny all the time I had been speaking, watching her reactions. She was processing all of this, and didn't look too happy. I had to go on. "So there she was, naked, sitting beside me, and after a moment when I am sure I just stared, she leaned forward and had her lips half an inch from mine, and said 'I am going to kiss you. If you don't like it, you don't have to come to bed with me, but if I give you a hard on, its mine to use.' And she kissed me, and put her hand on my cock. It was a pretty passionate kiss. When she stopped, she looked at me and said 'Ok, you do fancy me, and that hard on is all mine. Come to bed with me' And she quite literally dragged me upstairs by my cock."

Penny laughed. "You really are hopeless aren't you?" she said

I wasn't sure how to take that. "What do you mean? I was confused. And a bit drunk. And Ok, hopeless."

"So you fucked her?" said Penny, and her voice was as harsh as I had feared.

"Yes. I'm sorry."

Tara could not hold in her rather tart response, "That's not very complementary." For a moment Penny bristled. I thought she was going to launch at Tara, and then she laughed again. It wasn't an amused sound. 

"You fucked her and you never said? Even last week? You fucked her, and he was there, and the three of you... and then last week the three of you set me up to do that." She turned on Tara, "and you, you talked me into coming back here this week, just so you could fuck my boyfriend again," she turned back to me, "and you, you bastard, you pimped me to him, what was it payback time? You got to fuck her so you had to give me to him? and ...oooh, you bastards" she cried, and wrenched away from me, tears overwhelming her, and ran from the room. 

I went after her, but she beat me to the bathroom, slamming the door, and I was left outside, plaintively bleating my apologies and explanations.

After a few minutes Mike came out on the landing. He looked rueful. "Well, that went well." he said.

"Yeah, great."

"What do we do now?"

"Usually I wait about half an hour until she calms down and opens the door."

"Ah. She does this then. Tara normally throws things at me while I run away. I'm usually the one in the bathroom, waiting for her to calm down so it safe for me to come out."

"Could you bring me our clothes please?"

"You going to take her home?"

"We'll see. But I think she'll want to put something else on."

I waited. It was a long time before a cold voice behind the door said "Sean, are you there?"

"Yes. I have your clothes if you want them."

There was a silent pause, then the bolt shot back, and the door opened 

"Give me them." she said with out thrust hand. She took them, and closed the door again.

I had dressed in the meantime, so when she opened the door I could stand in front of her without feeling too exposed. "Are you Ok?" I asked

She glared at me. "Sure, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be fine? I just found out my boyfriend is a fucking liar who has been whoring me out to his pervert friends, why shouldn't I be fine? Tell you what, why don't we go round to Owen's house and I can fuck him while you watch, and then we could go on to Lenny's? Maybe you could invite Kim and Elaine over so I could lick them out for you after you've fucked them. Wouldn't that be fun? Hey, since Lenny and Owen don't have girlfriends to swap maybe you could even charge them money. What do you think I'm worth as a whore then? 50P a go?"

"Ok, Penny, I know you are more than a bit angry now, but we need to talk. Please Penny love, come and sit with me and we can talk about this."

"Sure why not, although maybe you should ask Mike in to fuck me while we're at it, and Tara can stuff my mouth with her tits to keep me quiet."

I looked at her seriously and said "I didn't want to do this, but, Penelope Miranda Harty, I Sean Francis Carver swear to tell you the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth, ten questions. Do you agree?"

"I'm not playing your fucking games."

"No game. I'm scared Penny. You have had a shock, I know. You are upset, but you are not listening and you are on the edge of doing or saying something we will both regret. And you must be freezing after sitting about in there with no clothes on. It's warm in the kitchen. I'll make a pot of tea, you can count out the matches. Ten questions, okay?"

It was a ritual we had. It had started as a game, ten questions and you had to tell the truth. Then one day we had a row, and she thought I was lying, so I said Ten Questions, and made the oath. It seemed to work, and we had done it several times. The only time she had refused was when she left me. She was thinking. I pushed her thoughts along by saying "The last time you refused to do this we broke up, and well, you know what happened. I don't want that happening agin. Ten Questions, Okay?"

She snapped "Okay." and stomped off down the stairs. 

In the kitchen I made the tea in silence, she counted out ten matches for each of us, and we sat opposite each other. I said "You start."

She picked up a match, held it in front of me and said "Did you plan with them to drug me so they could fuck me?"

I took the match. "No. Absolutely no. We have never discussed doing any of this with you." I put the match on the table to show I had finished, and kept my finger on it while I counted to ten, leaving thinking time for her. I lifted my finger and she instantly lifted another match. 

"Did you fuck Tara before you fucked me?"

I took the match, and instantly answered "Yes, I fucked Tara last summer, when I thought I had lost you and we would never see each other again. And no, because I have never fucked you. I fucked her, several times, and I had sex with her for fun, several times, but the first time we did it, and every other time, every time with you, it hasn't ever been fucking. I never think of it like that."

When I took my finger off the match she hesitated before picking up another. "Ok. I think I know what you meant by that, but I want to be clear. What difference do you make between 'fucking' and what we did?"

"Fucking is just sex. It is, I think something you do to someone, for your own pleasure. They don't really matter. Or if they do, it is only because it is a conquest thing. Dominance. It matter who they are because you are dominating them, not someone else. Its one step up from rape. I did that to Tara. And she did it to me. And I feel sort of bad about that. Both ways. I used her, she used me, I didn't matter, the sex didn't matter. It was sort of hollow, and I felt hollow about it all. Thats 'fucking'.

Sex for fun, that's different. You need to like the person, and want them to have fun, and care about them. It is much more mutual. That's what it is like with Tara now, and I think it's what you did with Mike. He wasn't just fucking you, and you weren't just fucking him. I don't think you would ever just fuck someone. But while you like Mike, and like having sex with him, and Tara, and you like them to have fun and make them come, it isn't just for your ego, your pleasure. You want them to have fun for themselves with you.

"But us, when we do it, that's different again. It's not just for fun. And it really isn't fucking. The first time I did it with Tara I didn't come. She did, but I didn't, I just got tired and cramped up. Then Mike had her, and she wanted me again, and I did it again, and she came, and I didn't. And then Mike had her again, and she sucked me while Mike took her from behind, and I wanked myself off into her mouth. And that was what it was. Masturbation with someone else to rub against. That was fucking. It got better with her after that, it got to be fun sex, but it has never been like it is with you.

"You know when you came back, and rang me, and said you wanted to talk to me, well you know I had my coat on before I put the phone down. And when I had talked to you and you wanted me back, I rang Mike that night and told him. I told him I was back with you, and we had talked and agreed not to ask about what happened when we were apart, and I said to him that I wanted to be faithful to you, so I wouldn't be staying over anymore. And Mike was happy. And the next time I saw Tara she said 'I'm so glad' and kissed my cheek, and that was the last time she kissed me, until last Friday night. And we never ever discussed it. And we never ever planned to do it again, with or without you. 

"And I never thought about her or them in that way again, because I was with you and with you it's, it's just... It is making love. I mean that. It is warm and wonderful, and free and beautiful. It's not just fun. It's fulfilling. The first time with you was so different, so special, so right. I came with you, and it was the best, the most complete I have ever felt, and with you it is like that every time. I am more me, more openly me, when I'm with you. The first time with you really was my first time." 

I put the match on the table, and held it in place, and lifted one of my ten, to show I wanted to ask her a question. "I want to know if you understood what I just said, and if you, from your perspective think that when you had sex with Mike, did you fuck him? Not did he fuck you, but did you fuck him? And did you fuck Tara? And did you fuck me?"

Penny took the match. She paused. "I understood. No, I didn't fuck Mike. Or Tara. Or you."

She put down the match, but didn't lift one immediately, giving me the chance to lift one when she removed her finger from it. 

"Okay. Do you think Mike or Tara or I fucked you?"

She paused again. "No, you never did. And last night with Mike, and with Tara, that was fun sex. But maybe last week, maybe that was fucking. Sometimes. But that's ok, I think. It was all so chaotic and we were all stoned, I wasn't really aware who was doing what to me, just that I was having fun. So no, that wasn't fucking in that sense either. But I do think that, well Tara is a bit of a dominance freak, she likes doing things to me. And doing things to Mike, and you. Mike likes doing things with me, not to me. But even Tara is caring. I think. No, I'm sure. She just has a bit of a thing about being in control. I wonder why?"

"You still have the match, but if you want to ask me that as a question, I could tell you what I know" I said, although protocol was that I shouldn't speak. Penny put down my match and lifted one of her own. 

"Tell me what you know about Tara, and why she is like that?"

"This was secret stuff, told to me in confidence, but you should know. When she was twelve Tara was molested by her brother. And one of his friends. It went on for years, until she was sixteen. So she freaks out sometimes when she isn't in control. And she has deep insecurity problems. She isn't sure about relationships, and well, I think she almost hates sex as much as she likes it. She uses it to test how much other people like her."

Penny was horrified. "Her brother?"

"Yes."

"Twelve?"

"Yes. At first they just made her give them blow jobs, but when she was fourteen they started fucking her."

"Oh my god. Oh that's awful. Oh god, is it any wonder. That's what she meant about being screwed up about sex when Mike met her."

"Yeah. That's why she lied when she told the story about her first blow job. Although I think in a way it wasn't a lie, for her it was the first she gave, rather than had taken from her."

"Jesus. What happened? Did she go to the police?"

"No. Her father came in early from work one day and caught the two of them fucking her on the kitchen table. They were holding her down. It was pretty obvious she wasn't happy. Her Da went buck daft. He knocked the other guy unconscious with one punch, lucky for him. He then beat the brother nearly to death. Broke ribs, jaw, one arm, and kicked him in the balls several times. It was only that Tara's mum came in that stopped him doing any worse. When the brother was in hospital her Da sent him a note, saying if he ever saw him again he would finish the job with a hacksaw. The police got involved of course, but no one would talk about it, no one would prosecute. The brother has never been seen again, and no one ever talked about what happened to Tara."

I held up the match, so she could see it, placed it on the table with a finger on it, and lifted one of mine. She nodded 

I asked her "I am so sorry that you got hurt by this. I really am. But I didn't mean to hurt you, and if I had known you were coming back to me none of it would have happened. Do you believe me?"

She nodded, and put the match down, almost in tears.

I lifted another "Are you Okay?"

"Oh, Sean. I think so. But I don't know what to do now. Except that I don't think we need the matches anymore. Hold me."

I came round the table and held her, and kissed her, chastely. "I love you, Penny. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. We should have told each other about what we did over the summer."

"No, Sean, I was afraid you wouldn't take me back, and you, well I bet you were scared too. But I'm glad you were my first, and that I was the first girl you made love with. And I believe you. I know you didn't set this up. But I'm not sure that Tara didn't. And I'm not sure how I feel about that. And I said some nasty things back there. Did I say anything bad to them?"

"I don't think so. But Tara was upset. She didn't mean to upset you. She thought if I told you about the summer you would be ok about it since you had been quite happily playing with both of them. I think Mike was ok about it. He is used to living with a woman who shouts at him."




Bad Penny Ch. 02



Penny laughed. I was glad to hear it. She said "I should talk to them. I should say sorry."

We went upstairs. Mike was now dressed in jogging trousers and a sweatshirt. Tara had a long, scruffy, blue toweling dressing gown wrapped round her. She looked scared and child like. 

Penny stood beside me and said "I'm sorry. I was upset, and I said things I shouldn't. Sean has explained, and I think I should say thank you to you both for looking after him when I was so mean to him last summer. But there is one thing I need to know. Tara, did you know that chocolate cake was drugged last week?"

Tara had looked up at her name, anxious and pale. Now she looked confused. "No. Why?"

"Did you plan to get Sean and me in bed?"

Tara almost blushed. She looked down and said "Mike and I talked about it. We talked about it for years. We both fancied both of you," she looked up, "but we didn't imagine that would happen. We didn't plan last week. Honest."

Penny looked down at her. "You said you both fancied me? For years?"

Tara looked up "Yes. Both of us. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I slept with Sean, I'm sorry." Tara burst into tears. 

So did Penny. They hugged. More tea, the universal panacea, was required. 

We all sat in the kitchen, and I had to explain the matches on the table. Mike thought it was a great idea, Tara said it sounded good in theory, but she didn't think she could do it if she was in a fury.

Penny said "It took me a long time to do it. But it works, and I think it has saved us more than once. The one time I refused was when we broke up last spring, and look what happened then."

We chatted, we moved to comfy seats in the living room, we had pizza delivered, and opened wine. As we laid out the boxes and Mike offered to serve, Penny said "House rules still apply, I presume?"

Tara gave her a quick glance. "Of course."

Penny was of course beside me, and we fed each other. Tara and Mike kept to themselves. But the atmosphere warmed as food and drink went down. The ice-cream dessert was positively sexy, although still restrained. "How about a port and some cheese?" said Mike

"Are you trying to get me drunk to take advantage of me?" said Penny. 

There was a sudden chill in the air, and Mike said "Noooo."

"Oh," said Penny. "What a pity."

Mike laughed. Penny stood up and said "I'm sorry everyone. I have been thinking about things, and I have come to realise something. I came here this weekend because I liked what we did last weekend. I enjoyed every minute of it. I enjoyed every minute of last night. I was enjoying today, until I spoiled it. I want to make it up to you. Tell me what I can do to make up for it."

Of course it was Tara who spoke up. "Well I have always thought the phrase 'kiss and make up' has a ring to it." She stood up and stepped over to Penny. "So kiss me."

I had a hard on by the time Tara started pulling Penny's jumper off. Penny responded by undoing Tara's gown and pushing it off her shoulders. She was still wearing the black and gold basque. Penny started kissing Tara's neck and shoulders as Tara guided her head lower. She pushed down the cups of her bra, and Penny obediently bent to kiss the exposed nipples. Tara pulled at Penny's blouse, and Penny helped her to remove it. Tara undid Penny's bra, and removed it, throwing it to Mike. To my amusement he put it to his face and breathed in deeply through his nose. He grinned at me and said "Don't you love that smell. Concentrate of tit. Best when still warm."

I laughed, but thought about it. Girls tits do smell nice. So their bras should too. I would have to try it some time.

Tara was now playing with Penny's breasts and pulled on her nipples to bring her up and kiss her mouth. Tara's hands went to Penny's waist and immediately Penny helped to undo her jeans and push them down. Tara's hand rubbed over Penny's bush and her finger strokes along the cleft below just once, before she broke the kiss, and said "Time to make up with Mike". She stepped away, beckoning Mike to take her place. He did so quickly. 

I could see the bulge in his jogging trousers, and Penny felt it as he pressed against her. She pulled his trousers down, and he was naked below, his nine inch cock bouncing up and pushing against her stomach. Penny kept kissing Mike, full mouth opened kisses, while she wanked him with one hand and gripped his bottom with the other. Mike was squeezing her breasts and buttocks, sliding both hands from one set of fleshy globes to the other in a slow rhythm. 

Tara meanwhile had knelt to ease Penny's shoes, socks, jeans and knickers off, and then did the same for Mike. She stood up and said "Take his shirt off". Penny obeyed, and Mike pulled her whimsy his naked chest, rubbing himself against her breasts. He bent his knees to drop low enough to kiss her, and his hands were on her ass again, gripping her and almost lifting her. For a moment I thought he was going to lift her up and lower her onto his cock, a trick I had seen him do with Tara, but he was interrupted. "Time you did some making up with Sean I think." said Tara, and she pulled the two apart, and beckoned to me. 

I stood up and stepped over to her. Penny welcomed me with open arms and a passionate kiss. I let my hands rove about her body, and barely heard Tara saying "We'll be back in a minute."

Penny stripped me, kissing each part of my body as it was revealed talking all the time in between. "I'm sorry I was so silly earlier Sean. I promise I won't be again. God I love your nipples. I've been thinking about what you said as well. You are right about the way I was using the word when I was angry. And you are right, you have never fucked me like that. But I sort of like the word now. It is naughty. I like the way Tara uses it. I heard her saying it to you when you were taking her. She just means do it hard and fast, just do it. I like that. I want you to do that to me." 

She was kneeling at my feet, removing my sock, the last piece of clothing on my body, and she looked up at me with those big brown eyes and said "Fuck me Sean. I want you to fuck me right here and now so Mike and Tara can watch and see that it's alright between us and I love you. And then I want to Mike to fuck me, and then I'll do whatever Tara wants."

From the doorway Tara said "Well if Sean and Mike have just come in you I think I'd like to do a sixty nine with you, to start with." She was carrying a big duvet and some pillows and came into the middle of the room and threw them down. "Spread those out Sean, and while he is doing that, I seem to be the only one wearing anything, which won't do. You may strip me, Penny."

I spread the duvet over the rug on the centre of the room, joined by Mike who had another quilt and more pillows, and the denim brief case. Tara simply stood with her hands on her head, and let Penny remove her bustier, pausing to lick each nipple and kiss her navel, roll down her stockings an slip them off with her shoes, and then pull her rather skimpy knickers down. Penny was kneeling at her feet, and leaned in with upraised face to kiss the red bush before her. Tara opened her thighs and thrust forward a little to let Penny access her slit, saying "Kiss and lick and make up." Penny's tongue flicked out to run down and up again through the hair covered lips, and Tara bit her lower lip and moved her hips in a little circle. "Oh, much better. But now, lie down there with your legs open, pussy towards the sofa, Sean is going to fuck you for us."

Mike was already sitting down, and Tara went to plonk beside him, I had been arranging pillows and smoothing out the quilt. Penny came over on her knees, and spun around on her bottom. She lay back beside me and opened her legs, pointing her pussy right at Mike and Tara. She looked up at me and said "Come and fuck me lover. Fuck me and come in me."

I asked her to raise her bottom, and slipped a pillow beneath it. I got a certain thrill from seeing her do that. I was displaying her to the others, they were looking right down at her pussy as I opened it with my fingers. She lifted her legs wider as I slipped two fingers in and felt how wet she was. She was more than ready. I spread her lips and used my slippery fingers to coat her outer lips and clitoris with her juices. I made a conscious effort to ensure Mike and Tara got a good view of her glistening opening as I moved round to take her. She co-operated, bringing her hands down, one to hold herself open, the other to take my cock and guide it. I pressed home firmly, a long slow penetration, all the way in, rocking forward and opening my knees against hers, spreading her wider, raising her legs, sinking in to my full depth and exposing us to the couple on the sofa. Penny sighed. So did Tara. 

I was looking into Penny's eyes as I took a long stroke, almost pulling out of her. At the top of my stroke my bottom was high in the air. I knew our audience could see everything. I felt quite exposed, my cock and balls and particularly my asshole were under scrutiny. What Tara said about playing with my ass, and Penny's, came back to me, and strangely thrilled me. I knew that Penny's pussy and her asshole would be just as exposed. I wondered what Tara was thinking. That thought excited me. 

So did hearing my once shy girlfriend say "Don't worry about making me come, Mike will fuck me next, and Tara. Just take me Sean, just fuck me and give me your come in me."

So I did. I was not oblivious to her pleasure, I did not just fuck her, use her body as an aid to wanking, but I did concentrate on my own needs, my own urges. Speed and depth and rhythm were set by the tension in my balls and the throbbing of my cock, not by her breathing or her hips. 

She came. She came screaming "Oh Sean, oh fuck, oh fuck me, fuck me harder, fuck me, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my love!"

I kept going, speeding to my own orgasm. I came with a series of gasps, my back arched, head up, arms locked straight as my hips thrust down. I took two more strokes and caught my breath, then looked down at her. Penny was lying spread-eagled, breathing deeply, and looked up at me. "Phew," she whistled "Oh boy, that was good."

Behind me I heard Tara say "I'd agree with that" and the sound of Mike moving off the settee, as he said "Not over yet."

He was kneeling beside us, and as I looked round at him he said "Mind if I cut in? I believe this is my dance."

I kissed Penny, and said "Enjoy." and rocked back onto my feet, pulling out of her. I just had to keep rolling back to sort of fall onto the sofa behind me, and was in the perfect spot to watch as Mike took my place. His long pink cock was hard, and I saw Penny's hand take it and give it a couple of gentle strokes. Mike said "Hmm, I like that. You wan it Penny?"

"Yes please, Mike. Fuck me with it. Fuck me with that big cock and come in me so Tara can lick it out again."

He did what I had done. Mike was well aware that his well beyond average size could be a problem so he was gentle on the first couple of strokes, taking three goes before he was fully inside her. Penny was fidgeting and panting as she tried to accommodate him, as even though her pussy was relaxed and well lubricated fitting that length in was a stretch. I felt sorry for Mike. I could see that even when he was as far as he could go he wasn't in hard. He could never know how good it felt to press his balls against her the way I could.

I was distracted from this line of thought by Tara. She had snuggled up against me, and watched as her boyfriend entered my girlfriend, but now she said "Oh, sorry Sean but there is something I have to do." She bent down and took my limp cock on her mouth, sucking all of it an using her tongue roughly on it. Then she licked round the base of it and gave a lick over each of my balls. I began to recover an erection but it wasn't fully hard when she stopped and sat back up, saying "Thanks. Hmm she really does have a delicious cunt. I'm looking forward to licking her next. And it looks like I'll not have long to wait. Mike is really going for it."

He was pounding Penny, bouncing on her like a pile driver, forcing grunts from her with every deep thrust. I had rethought my pity for him. His balls were bouncing off her asshole, and he was obviously having a good time. Penny was almost purple, and I was starting to worry about her. I had never been so rough on her, although I had seen Mike do that to Tara, and she seemed to enjoy it. Penny had urged me to fuck her hard, but now she was silent apart from the noises forced from her body as Mike slammed into it. 

"Ooh that lucky girl," cooed Tara "that pussy will need some kissing better after this. Oh boy, look she's coming again."

Penny was thrashing and grunting beneath Mike, unable to make a coherent sound, until at last a hoarse and sibilant 'Yesssss!' was released. 

Mike was sucking his breath in huge gasps and said "You want my come in you?"

Penny gasped "Come in me!"

"In your cunt?"

"oh"

"Mike"

"fuck"

"Me" 

"Come" 

"In"

"Me"

She managed one word as he pulled back each time. 

"Oh" 

"Oh"

"Oh god" 

"Oh I can feel you coming"

"Oh thank you. Oh God." 

"Ah. Ooh ha. Oh that was good."

Mike lay on her like a dead man for a moment, simply gasping. Then he rolled and fell off her in dramatic style, flinging his arms wide. He was slick with sweat and gasping air. 

Tara quickly moved forward to take control of Penny. With the cushion beneath her and her legs in the air, Penny's glistening ass and pussy were an open target for Tara's tongue. Tara held her by the back of her knees, pushing her so her feet were by her ears, and looked down into Penny's gaping pussy. "Oh what a lovely hairy cup of come for me to drink." said Tara, and she began to lap like a cat with cream. 

Penny was beyond orgasm now. She simply writhed and smiled and groaned, whimpered when Tara caught her clitoris, and wriggled when Tara, tongue tip chased her juices over her asshole. I saw Tara repeat the action, licking round it and across it, and then using the tip to push a little at the centre of her ass. Penny made no protest, but she twitched as Tara swirled around her rim. Tara's finger was then on Penny's clitoris, rubbing her fast as she rimmed her. Penny was flapping her hands about by then, the sensation too much to bear and too much to allow her breath to even groan. 

She came, a third time in half an hour. 

Tara let her put her legs down, and went to stroke her breasts and kiss her lips. She kissed her deeply, as I watched and I thought of what she had just done. Penny was sucking on the lips and tongue of another woman, one who had just licked the come of two men who she had begged to fuck her from her own pussy, and rimmed her ass. If I had predicted that a fortnight ago no one would have believed it, least of all me. 

Watching Tara rim Penny had been a shocking experience. I had read the Joy of Sex (both volumes) so I was aware of such things, but I had never really believed in them. Now I wondered what that had felt like for Penny, and what it would be like to do. The idea of licking Penny's ass was not as unappealing as I would previously have thought. Tara's? Okay, probably. Mike's? No. No. Hell no. 

After a long kiss Tara looked at Mike, who was lying where he had fallen, but now watching the girls, and said "Give me the case, and have a seat on the couch." Mike did as he was told.

Penny was lying with her eyes closed, post orgasmic flying. Tara roused her gently. "Penny darling. Wake up honey. That's my girl. Now you promised to do whatever I wanted after Sean and Mike fucked you. Well I want you to do two things. You remember earlier I set you a task? And Mike set me one? Well I want you to help me with mine, but first it's your turn." She held up a banana. 

"Oh." said Penny

She reached out and took it gingerly, then looked from Tara to the sofa where Mike and I were sitting. I'm sure he grinned at her (it is his characteristic expression) I smiled, and nodded. "Go for it Lovergirl" I said. 

She smiled at me, and opened her legs again. Penny rubbed her whole pussy with her left hand, while holding the banana ready in her right. She worked a finger into herself, then another, spreading herself for Mike and me to see. She was still wet, and her pussy lips looked swollen and puffy after their recent treatment, but she wiggled her fingers back and forth across her clit, and raised her legs higher to open herself up. Then she brought the tip of the banana down and placed it right into her opening. Beside me Mike sighed, and Penny looked up at him. She smiled broadly and said "You like that Mike?"

"Oh yeah, good view. Just wish I had my camera" he said.

Penny laughed "You don't need a camera, you'll never forget this."

And she pressed the banana all the way home, right up inside her so only the stalk was showing. She took her hand off it, still holding herself open with the other, so we could get a good look. 

Mike said "Whoo hoo!" I applauded. 

"Did she do that the first time?" asked Mike

"No, it was a bigger banana, but I have to say that was memorable Penny."

She grinned at me and then made a little tight face as she pulled the fruit out, and then started sliding it back and forth, varying her strokes, shallow and deep, slow and fast, sometimes popping it all the way in again. Her left hand now worked around her pussy, rubbing along the inside of each of her outer lips, and up to frig her clit. I could tell by the tension I her legs that she was close to coming, but she didn't get there. 

She gave a great sigh and fell back with arms and legs wide, the banana sticking half inside her. "Oh god, I just can't do it." she said and then the banana slowly rose up from her pussy and fell out. 

I laughed. A throaty, dirty deep laugh of genuine humour. She looked up and poked her tongue out at me, making a face. Between further laughs I said "Sorry Lovergirl, but that was funny. Very sexy, but very funny."

"Never mind that bad man" said Tara, "We will get him at playtime. But for now you can play with me."

Tara kissed Penny and took a moment to play with her body, bringing her to a sitting position and pressing her breasts against her own, letting her hands range over thighs and buttocks, and encouraging Penny to follow suit. She made her suck on her nipples and pressed her head down to her red bush, spreading her legs and leaning back to allow Penny to lick her pussy. She pushed Penny around to a sixty-nine, Tara below, pussy towards us, and raised her legs so Mike and I could get a good view of my girlfriends tongue on her wet lips. Penny slipped in a finger, and then two and I thought that was the object of the game, until Tara said "Lick me further down Penny" and lifted he legs higher. Penny licked the whole length of Tara's pussy, but Tara flipped hr legs up and caught her own ankles. She crossed them behind her head and said "Further down, Penny, like I did for you."

I caught my breath, and so did Penny. Tara wanted her to lick her ass. 

She did it. A tentative little sweep of the tongue. Tara made a humming noise and said "Good girl. Do it again honey."

"Hmmn, ok, again. Hmm, remember what I did, round each side. Yes that's nice, ooh yes, round like that, Uh huh oh a bit firmer, yes use the whole tongue, mm would you mind putting a finger in my pussy while you do that? Ooh thank you. Now just the tip again, round and round, ahhh, and back and forward over me. Oh you are getting good at that. Hmmm can you press in the middle? Ooh. Oohh oh I like that oh I like that with your finger on my clit. Hmm yes press your tongue on the middle again. Can you open me up a little? Oh my. Oh I can feel your tongue inside me. Ohh, I'll come."

I watched in amazement as all this happened, my girlfriend increasingly enthusiastically licking and probing Tara's asshole, fingering her pussy, and pushing her tongue into both holes. She even continued to lick Tara through and after her orgasm, concentrating on the pleasure of her friend, paying no attention to Mike and me as we sat watching them. It was beautiful and very arousing. 




Bad Penny Ch. 02



Tara had to unfold her legs then, and Penny helped her, for which Tara gave her another long deep kiss. But things were not over yet. "Mike," said Tara "Dig out the jelly"

Mike looked in the case and produced a tube of lubricating gel. He tossed it to Tara, who gave it to Penny and said "Now darling, I need you to put a good dollop of this on your finger."

Tara rolled herself back up until she had her bottom in the air, in the position Penny had been in recently. "Now rub your finger around my ass, like you did with your tongue."

Penny began to work the jelly around Tara's bottom, and soon cottonwood on to what Tara wanted her to do. She smoothed around and over the sphincter muscles, and pressed a little in the centre. Tara sighed "Very good, honey, now can you put some more on, and maybe push it into me? Yes, like that. Use your finger tip, now push in a little.. Its ok, push a little more. Oh, just hold still a moment, can you feel that? The muscle is tight but it will relax in a moment."

"Yes" breathed Penny. "Oh, it can feel it just got looser"

"Now press your finger in a bit more. Yes, like that, oh, can you feel you are past the muscle now, yes?"

Penny's eyes were wide, as she said "Yes, I can feel you tight around my finger but where my finger tip is it is all soft."

"Good now how far can you push in? Don't worry push in as far as you can."

Penny did, and Tara sighed, and her ass clenched. Penny froze and said "You Ok?" with slighta concerned tone.

"Oh yes, darling, fine. Your finger is a lot smaller than Mike's. Even his little finger is bigger tan that. Now can you slide it nearly out, but not all the way, and back in again, hmm yes, do it again a few times. Go deep. Oh that is good. Now honey, try using your middle finger instead. Lube it up."

Penny pulled out her finger, applied some more gel, and easily slid her middle finger in. Tara hummed again. "Ok Penny, push it deep and then in and out. Now go in deep, yes, and hold it. Can you move it from side to side a bit? Yes, just press it to each side, all four sides, can you feel the muscle relax? Yes, now I think you cold try two fingers."

"Two!" said Penny.

"Trust me, you won't hurt me. I can take two of Mike's" said Tara.

Penny looked dubious, scared and fascinated as she pulled her finger out and brought the two together, and worked them into Tara. It took a few twists and pushes, under Tara's encouragement, until she had both inside her. Then Tara said "Now open you fingers in me, try to pull them apart, go on honey, stretch me out a little."

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you, Tara." said Penny, again concerned.

"Honey, if it didn't feel good I wouldn't ask, you are doing it nice and slow and gentle and It feels good, so just open your fingers a bit and pull up, oh, yes, like that, now back in and do it again, oh, oh, yes. Oh, oh, that feels good. Oh do you think you could get another finger in?"

Penny looked flushed and almost frightened, but said "Maybe."

"Use your other index finger, lube it up and you can slide it in beside the others."

Penny did as she was told, staring at Tara's pulsing ass, and not believing what she was seeing, or doing. For that matter I was pretty incredulous as well, but Mike was watching all this with his typical grin, and was even stroking his cock again. 

"Oh, Penny, that is good. Now honey, I want you to put lots of lube on this." Tara held up another banana. It was bigger than the one that Penny had used. 

Penny squeaked in surprise when she saw it. "No! You aren't serious!" 

Tara laughed. "Come on Honey, you heard Mike, I have to do the banana trick too, but not the way you did it. Try it darling, but I need it coated with lube, all over."

Penny took the fruit and started to cover it with gel, then held it over Tara's ass, and looked down at her again, "Are you sure about this?"

Tara laughed "Just put your finger in me. Now run the tip of the banana down it, and pull the finger out as you push it in. Slowly now, ok wait a moment," Tara took a couple of breaths, and Penny looked concerned. "It's fine Honey, just relaxing. Ok try again, oh, oh slowly, ok up a little, ok down again. Alright how much is in?"

"Over half, about six inches" said Penny in awe. 

"Ok, can you hold it there and reach the other banana?"

Penny nearly freaked. "You can't put two in!"

Tara laughed, almost popping the banana out. "For my pussy, darling, put it in there."

Penny blushed "Oh, sorry, ok". She lifted the other banana, and pushed it into Tara's other hole. It was a tight fit because of the pressure of the one in her ass, but after a moment it went in all the way, just as it had for Penny. 

"Oh boy," said Tara "now fuck my ass with that thing"

Penny gingerly began sliding the banana up and down, but at Tara's urging got faster, deeper, and harder. She was playing with Tara's clit as well, and I thought it would not be long before Tara came. But before she did she loudly told Penny to stop. 

"You ok?" Penny asked, thinking she had hurt Tara, having got a little carried away with the thrusting. 

"Yeah, just need to breathe. Ok wait." Tara panted then went on "now just push it in, slowly, yes like that, keep going, it's ok keep going, oh ok keep going oh, ah!"

The last noise was made as the body of the banana passed the sphincter, and was drawn deeper in so, like the one in her pussy, only the stem now showed. 

Tara took a couple of deep breaths and then, to great comic effect, threw her arms and legs wide and said "Tadaaa!"

Mike and I both laughed and applauded. 

"Now Penny, would you mind gently pulling your banana out of my pussy?" Said Tara. 

When that was being done she looked up at Mike and said "Go for it?"

He nodded and said "Go for it Tigercub."

She beckoned to me "Sean, come over here so Penny can suck your cock"

I happily sprang to my feet. I had been semi hard all the way through this demonstration, and was glad to have Penny's lips and tongue on my tip again. She smiled up at me, and said "Are you having fun yet?" before she plunged her head forward and took me deep, sucking me hard as she pulled back and popping my now fully erection out of her mouth with a wet 'snap' sound. She gave me her best saucy look, and said "Well?"

"Oh yeah, definitely fun."

Tara had rolled over and was on her knees now, still with the banana stem poking out of her ass, and she looked up at us. "Sorry to drag him away Penny, but I need Sean's cock in my pussy. Would you mind getting him to lie down and helping him fit it in me?"

"Certainly." said Penny, and she quickly pulled me down by my cock, giving me a swift deep kiss on the mouth, and pushing me onto my back. Tara straddled me, and Penny held my cock upright to touch Tara's pussy lips.

Tara looked at me with burning eyes. "Your girlfriend is holding your cock for me to sit on. She is feeding it into me, I can feel her fingers round your your cock pressing up against my pussy. She had those fingers and tongue in my pussy earlier, and in my ass. And now she is putting her boyfriends cock in there, but only in my pussy. She can't put your cock in my ass Sean, not until you have licked her ass, and fingered her ass, and she has put your cock in her ass. Understand me? My ass is out of bounds to you until you fuck Penny's ass. But that is ok, because Mike can fuck my ass. Once Penny takes the banana out."

Penny had been watching my face as she was holding me, and guiding me into Tara, and I could see the play of emotion on her face as Tara said this -- deep reservation and confusion and illicit thrill combined. But Tara's next sentence roused her from her thoughts. "Penny darling would you mind getting Mike nice and hard and rubbing lube all over his cock for me?"

Mike stood up and took a position with his legs on the outside of mine, standing straddling Tara and me, as she began to rock back and forward on my cock. Over Tara's shoulder I say my girlfriend's olive coloured hand reach up to take Mike's long pale cock, and pull the foreskin back, exposing his bright pink pointy glans. She wanked him for a few strokes, and then I saw her bend forward and suck him It was so intimate, such a picture of pure sexual service and erotic power that my cock swelled in Tara, and she smiled at me. Tara leaned forward and said softly "Mike is going to fuck me in the ass now, while you are in my pussy. You'll feel his cock going in and out. I've dreamed of this. Next time we do it I'll get Penny to take pictures. And then when you and Mike do it to Penny, I'll have the camera." 

My cock twitched, but I said "I'm not sure that Penny is so keen to try that."

Tara spoke fiercely but quietly "You'll lick her ass, and get a finger in her later. Then I'll finger her when you're fucking. She'll take a dildo up the pooper next week, and by next month she'll be wearing a butt plug to University lectures. She is a born ass licker and a fuck slut, just like me. You'll be fucking her ass in a fortnight, and Mike will be in there right after you."

She leaned back a little and said out loud "How're you doin' Penny, got Mike all ready for me?"

Penny giggled. As I lay there trying to process what Tara had said, I could see my girlfriend slowly wanking Mike's glistening cock, her hand slick with jelly. "Oh yes Tara, I think he is ready."

"Good, now would you be so kind as to pull this banana out of my ass, and guide my boyfriend's cock into it?"

Penny laughed again as she moved to do as Tara asked, and said "You know I never thought I would ever hear anyone say that to me." 

As she pulled gently on the banana I could feel it sliding out against my cock. Tara made a number of deep groans and sighs, and I felt her clench and relax. I knew it was all the way out when she moaned and leaned forward on me, suddenly floppy in every muscle, but in a moment she was up on her hands again and speaking. "Now Sean, I need to move forward a bit and tip my ass up to let Mike in. If you come out it is ok, once Mike is in we can fit you back in place. But I need you to lie still while this is happening, and I know that might be frustrating, but until Mike is all sorted, can you not move?"

I agreed of course. Tara spoke to Penny, "Now darling, would you mind using your lovely soft hands to play with my tits while you are helping Mike as well, because it does relax me. And when he is in I would love it if you would feel them and suck my nipples, if you can, because the boys wont be able to reach. Thank you. Now if you can get Mike, oh yes, just there. Oh, okay, I'll push back if you can hold it... There. Oh, oh, okay. Ok can you push in a bit love? Oh, hold it... ok more, oh hold it!" Tara's face was crumpled, and she rocked forward, easing the pressure on her, My cock was only just inside, and as she moved a little more it fell out. Tara said "Oh sorry Sean, but...oh that is easier, if you can hang on, ok, Mike hold still." She rocked back, an inch, forward half, back two, forward half, back another inch or two, and forward, back again and held position. She sighed. "How you doing Tiger?"

Mike rumbled "Doing good, girl. Just about all the way here. You want Penny to put Sean in?"

Tara said "Okay" and I felt my girlfriend's hand take my cock and stroke it, then bring it up to touch Tara's pussy. She pressed downwards on me, and my tip squeezed in. It was a tight fit. "Move up Sean," said Tara "I'll hold still, you slide up to get in." I wriggled a few inches forward, and pressed up into her. Tara moaned and I felt her back arch as she pressed down. "Okay Sean, can you hold still. Now Mike, you move. Oh, yes. Oh that is good."

I could feel Mike sliding in and out of her through the thin wall of flesh that separated his cock from mine. He slowly sped up, taking deeper and longer strokes. All I had to do was lie there and enjoy the feeling of my cock being squeezed and gripped, and the feel of Tara's thighs on mine, her nipples sometimes brushing my chest. Penny was playing with Tara's breasts, but couldn't really get to suck them, although she did sometimes kiss Tara, and me. Penny disappeared for a moment and came back with eyes shining "You should see what that looks like from behind Sean. It's, its incredible." 

Tara moaned and said "And it feels great." 

Mike was working hard, now ploughing Tara with deep long hard stokes. It was quite stimulating for me, and she was obviously enjoying it, from the way she cried out, "Oh Jesus, Mike, that's good, oh yes, love, fuck my ass, oh god fuck my ass and make me come, oh god!"

Mike sped up. He had to transfer his weight forward, and suddenly I felt Tara being pushed down onto me, restricting my movement further, but sinking me deeper. The pulse of Mike's cock tip rubbing back and forward along my shaft was intense. I could feel his balls slap against mine when he was all the way in. It was the first time I had ever been in a double fuck, and these sensations were bringing me close to coming. Then Tara came. It was almost as if she exploded. All four limbs thrashed, she dug her fingernails deeply into my arms, her teeth were clenched, and she made whimpering sounds, and her pussy (and I'm sure her ass) clenched and pulsed. Her hips bucked, and I realised that I was about to come too. I let myself go. My hips were working, so I was fucking her now, and Mike had rocked back and was holding still, as Tara recovered enough to look at me with dazed eyes and grunt as I pushed down on her hips to work her body against mine. She was beautiful in her orgasmic haze, unable to speak or move. I imagined that the way I was moving her I must be shoving her back on Mike's shaft too, so she was being penetrated simultaneously. The idea of doing that to Penny flashed through my head, along with a vision of what it would look like to be putting my cock in her ass. I came.

I held Tara hard back against me, pumping deep inside her, and Mike began to fuck her again as I held her. Tara was open eyed again, and making little cheeping noises, and it became obvious that Mike was intending to come in her as well. She encouraged him, lifting her bottom, letting my rapidly deflating cock slip out, holding her ass high for Mike to shaft deeply. I think she came again twice before Mike finally grabbed her hips and pulled her back with a huge thrust of his hips to come in her ass, and she gasped as he penetrated her so hard and deep. Then Mike fell to the side, and whistled at the ceiling. Tara leaned forward and kissed me gently and said "Thanks Sean," and then crawled off me to kiss and hug Mike.

I looked up to see Penny sitting on the sofa, eyes wide. She beckoned to me. 

Penny was plainly horrified. I went to wrap her in my arms, and was pleased that she clung to me. "What's up Lovergirl?"

She whispered in fearful tones, "Look at her bottom."

I looked. Tara's ass was slightly open. As I watched it flexed to close but you could have inserted a pencil without touching the sides. I was pretty shocked myself. "Oh my goodness!" was my whispered response.

"You should have seen it a moment ago. It was huge. It was horrible. Oh Sean promise you'll never do that to me." She buried her head in my shoulder and I promised I would never do anything to hurt her. 

By the time Tara and Mike noticed us again she was somewhat better, but Tara saw how pale she looked. "Right, everyone to the shower, then supper and sleep. You look tired honey."

House rules applied to the shower of course, and Mike 'bagsied' Penny. I thought she was a little reluctant but after he had gently but thoroughly lathered her all over, with playful but not overly intrusive attention, she was quite pink and happy to so the same for him. Tara was sitting on the edge of the bath, chatting away, while I perched on the loo. Then we took the shower over, and the others went to get supper. 

Being in a shower booth with Tara is always fun. I had a hard on as I soaped her up, and I couldn't help slipping a finger in her pussy, and one in her ass at the same time as I sucked her tits. 

"Hmm, Sean, you are being naughty. I told you you aren't allowed to do that with my ass until you have done it to Penny." purred Tara

"Just making sure everything is clean. And anyway, I don't think Penny wants me to do that to her. She saw your ass after Mike fucked you, and it freaked her." 

Tara laughed. "Oh dear. Don't worry, she'll come round. You saw how she purred when I licked her ass, she'll want that again, and more. Softly, softly, but one day soon I'll be snapping away while you boys double fuck her, you'll see."

Then I said something that was certainly true, and I have been half proud of and half regretful about for nearly thirty years. "I don't think I want any photos taken either." I started rinsing Tara, while saying, "Photos get lost, mislaid, turn up twenty years on in a shoe box that the kids find under the bed, or when you're dead and they clear the house. I don't know why I'd want shots of Penny and me like that hanging about."

"But they would be fun to look at, on your own or together, stir memories and get the juices flowing,"

"Maybe, but Penny wants to be a teacher. I might go for teaching, and I'm interested in politics. I don't think having photos of us in the nude, never mind having sex, and certainly not swapping partners, would be a good thing to surface in a few years time. These things always come out. I would worry about them forever."

"What were Penny's tits like the first time you saw them?" said Tara. 

"Nice. Not quite as big as now, but lovely. Why?"

"Perfect little cones, pointing straight out, yes? And now? Very pretty, but just a hint of a crease underneath them, yes? Gravity at work. Look at mine. By the time I'm fifty I'll be able to tie them behind my head. Yeah yeah you can laugh, but look at Penny's mum. What is her bum like? Her tits? That's Penny in thirty years. Now wouldn't it be nice to have a little album tucked away with pictures of those pretty tits, and those smooth thighs and lovely lips? When you're fifty and fat and cant get it up, and you haven't had a teenage girl suck your dick in thirty years wouldn't it be nice to look at pretty little Penny on her knees with your cock in her all three ways?"

"Yeah, I'm sure it would be. But Penny might not like me drooling over twenty year old girls in pictures, even if it is her. The girl in the photo would just be a reminder that she is now old and fat and saggy, and that what I really wanted is a younger woman. No. I can remember her just as she is, and I'll never forget how she looks when we make love, so I don't need photos."

"And what if you break up with her? Wouldn't it be nice to have reminders when you are old of the fun you had with your girlfriends when you were young?"

"Yes, but I would hope that even if I am not with her I will be with someone -- who I suspect would not like a fifty year old me drooling over pics of my twenty year old girlfriend, any more than Penny would like me looking at them. No Tara, no photos."

"Oh well," Tara shrugged, "no bother. Of course we could always shoot so there were no faces. Or you could wear masks..."

There was no point in arguing with her, so I just said "Let's see how the others are getting on with supper shall we?"

We ate toast and drank hot chocolate in bed. Penny curled up against me and fell asleep as the rest of us chattered, and Mike was next to drop off. Tara moved to her knees and leaned over Penny to kiss me goodnight, a little more suggestively than necessary, and I put the light out. I think we all slept well. 

Tara and Mike woke us with breakfast. More specifically, Tara woke Penny by sucking on her right nipple while Mike stood holding the tray, and I was woken by Penny wriggling and laughing. 




Bad Penny Ch. 02



Tara announced her plan for the day. "You guys have to go home this evening, so I suggest we spend this morning in relaxing massage time, moving on to very relaxed Tantric sex. Then maybe watch a movie after lunch and see if that inspires anything."

Penny asked with a little nervousness, "What is a 'Tantric' sex?"

"Slow relaxed yoga style. Fun. We'll show you."

It was strange in a way after all the partner swapping and mixing it up, but the whole day was spent as couples. Tara instructed Penny in massaging me, I followed Mike's lead, and while it was sexy it was not blatantly so. Sensual would be a better word. Then while the girls were still relaxed and slightly slippery in places, we rearranged cushions and for them to sit on our laps, facing us. The curtains were closed, soft music was playing, Tara had lit Incense, and she gave soft and gentle instructions talking about what she and Mike were doing. It was a long slow exploration of each others bodies. 

Penny and I gently touched each others faces, letting a finger trace the curve of her brow, her ear, around to her chin, down her throat to her shoulder. We traced each others arms, every muscle and facet and hollow, I kissed the inside of her wrists, her forearm and the tendons inside her elbow. We reached around to smooth each others backs, sides, stomachs, hips and thighs and calves and feet. No direct stimulation of the breasts or nipples, and our genitals were kept a few inches apart. 

Then we were allowed to kiss, and move closer so my erection was against her stomach, her pussy against the root and my balls, her breasts against my chest. But the kisses had to be slow, lingering, and only on the lips and face and neck. It took will power not to kiss too hard or deep, not to clutch her to me and press against her, not to roll her back and take her on the spot. I felt her breathing shorten, her lips heated on my skin, an she shifted her hips to press her clitoris against my cock. 

Beside us Tara and Mike were the same, I could see his cheeks flushed with suppressed desire, and her hands momentarily clutched his arms tight as she pushed down on his lap, but each helped the other to relax, to control the frustration. Then Tara said "Now Penny, lift up and sit down on his cock, take it all inside you, but then relax and sit still. The idea is to keep him hard inside you, but no more, no extra movement, and no attempt to make either of you come. You will come, in the end, but just relax and stay as still as you can. You can kiss and touch and explore again, but all slow and gentle."

Penny lifted herself up, and lowered her self onto me. She did it so slowly, looking down at me with soft smiling eyes, it was a moment of pure affection and joy. 

We rested, me fully enveloped in her body, her arms and legs and breasts and lips all engulfed me. It was like being stoned again. 

We sat like that for a long time, only sometimes having to shift a little for comfort. She used her interior muscles to squeeze me. I twitched my cock to surprise her. I spent an age gently rubbing the small of her back, and the line down to her cleft. She had her hands on my chest, palms over my nipples, cupping them and squeezing them. Her hips moved a quarter of an inch up and down as we breathed together. 

It was a shock when I heard Mike groan. I had forgotten they were there. 

It had startled Penny too, and we looked at each other and she giggled, which caused me to giggle as well, as the movement of her body stimulated mine. In a moment we were desperately trying not to laugh, and the movement of our bodies was beginning to have a more serious effect on us. Penny said "Oh" in that little high pitched tone that I knew and loved. 

Tara obviously recognised it as well. She said in dreamy gentle tones, quite unlike her often commanding voice "Don't fight it honey, but don't rush it. Let it build. Just one step ahead of frustration. Then you'll just come when you want to."

I saw she had her head down on Mike's chest as he leaned back, her hands clasped at the back of his neck, kneeling and rising and falling on his cock incredibly slowly. Penny moved to imitate her. 

I don't buy into the yoga nonsense about snakes of energy coiled in the base of the spine rushing up through mystic nodes and flowering into super-consciousness. But the orgasms we had that morning were memorable. Mike came first, and Tara carried on just as she was. Penny came next, a slow build up until she suddenly looked up to stare in my eyes and then unfocussed looking into infinity, still apart from a shudder and the spasms of her pussy around my cock. It went on for a long time, and I held her gently, and when I moved my cock just a little her pussy clenched again and a second wave of orgasm passed over her. I lifted her an inch and lowered her, pushing up onto her, and I felt her muscles contract round me again. I did it again, and twitched my cock on time to her inner beat, and suddenly I was coming as well. I felt my balls contracting, my cock expanding, the fluids rising and pressing along inside me, jetting inside her, the head of my cock vibrating with every beat of our hearts, my lungs collapsing and numbness filling my limbs. I was lost in her, held in her, part of her. 

I recovered some sense of being me again when I found Penny was kissing me and murmuring "My love, my lovely love, oh thank you love, that was, oh that was so lovely, my lovely lovely man."

I kissed her and nuzzled her, and whispered my love, and both of us laughed when we both jumped because Tara cried out. It wasn't loud, just unexpected. It was an incoherent noise, descending into a series of whimpers and moans as Mike gently kept moving in her, running his hands over her, kissing her and stroking her. She ended by jerking in a slightly frightening spasmodic way, her whole body twitching and writhing and her breathing becoming a ragged gasp and moan, before she fainted. 

Mike cradled her in his arms and laid her down on the bed gently. He curled around her, and pulled the duvet over her. Penny was concerned, asking "Is she ok?"

Mike looked up from Tara, who he had been simply adoring. He was only half focused on us, and looked back down. "It's ok, she's fine. She does this sometimes. She'll be back soon."

Tara took a deep breath, and struggled a moment, then her breathing fell into a regular pattern of sleep. Penny relaxed again, and I kissed her, and then she curled around me and we both slept as well. 

I think we all slept for an hour or so, and I woke feeling refreshed and at peace and in love. We all did. We moved as couples, together to the bathroom, Penny sitting and peeing as I talked to her, watching me stand and pee afterward. We had never done that in front of each other before. We washed each other, and went together to the kitchen, partners in the preparation of lunch. We ate in the living room, all wearing robes and feeding our partners, two couples quite separate but together. It was a pleasant camaraderie. Then Tara told Mike to put on a movie, and he slotted a tape in the machine. Casablanca. I always cry when they sing the Marseillaise. 

Cups of tea and shortbread were made at the interval then the second movie went on. Bambi Woods in Texas. 

It was the first time Penny had ever seen a porn movie. The effect was interesting. She was fascinated, embarrassed, turned on, laughed and giggled, and eventually started to wank me in a half inattentive fashion while watching a girl on screen sucking a guy off. I let my hands roam then, pulling her across me so I could play with her breasts, and pass my hand over her hip to ruffle the dark curls of hair on her mound. She lifted her leg and I could slip my hand around from behind to put a finger in her, and rub up and down the length of her slit, enjoying the slippery wetness. After a while she emulated the girl on screen by climbing up onto me, back towards me, and sliding down onto my cock. She rode me as I played with her tits and watched the man on screen do the same to the actress, and beside me Mike did the same to Tara. 

It didn't take long for her to come, and she paused for a while as her orgasm flowed through her. It was as if the high of the morning had only been a minute before, and her body relaxed and became still. She had hardly even changed in her breathing or made much noise this time, but I knew it was a deep and long all body experience, and that I should stay still and let her enjoy it. 

On screen the man was taking the girl from behind now as she knelt in front of him. Penny had swayed on my lap and gone limp, but must have opened her eyes and seen the film again. She leaned forward wordlessly and took up the position the girl being fucked in front of her had taken, and I accepted the silent invitation. I took her from behind, watching the screen as she did, timing my strokes to those of the actor, letting Penny feel as if it was her on the TV, him taking her with his cock as big as Mike's. 

She came again, pussy tightening, as I approached my climax, the man on the screen pulling out to shoot his seed over the woman's back as I pumped mine into my beautiful woman's body. 

I bundled her back onto the sofa and we lay in each others arms, ignoring the film and Mike and Tara who were vigorously pursuing their own pleasure on the floor, Mike on top, Tara on her back with legs reaching for the ceiling. 

I told her I loved her. I told her that today had been beautiful. I told her I wanted to move in with her, so I wouldn't ever have to let her go home alone again. We agreed to start flat hunting the next day. 

We dined together, and showered again, house rules but in our couples, and we dressed and left for our homes. As went Tara kissed each of us deeply, Mike hugged me and kissed Penny quite chastely. 

We would be back next Friday.



Bad Penny Ch. 03



Penny and I saw each other every day that week, and there was some discussion of what had happened, what might happen in the future, and what we had enjoyed or disliked. We even got some lists of flats from the estate agents, and went to see a couple, but they were awful dives. The rule of no sex after Wednesday was applied. We didn't see Mike and Tara that week, but Penny spoke to Tara in several telephone calls. 

On Friday I picked up Penny, with her overnight bag. She had told her parents we were going to a weekend house party.  They had made no objection. I was beginning to be less embarrassed that they obviously thought we were sleeping together and didn't mind. 

Mike opened the door, and welcomed us in, Tara was in the kitchen. We said hello, and offered help, Penny was accepted, I was chased off to play with Mike. He had new song to work on. In 'D' this time, which I much prefer. 

Dinner was served in the dining room, all very formal. Apart from the quite wonderful food there was wine, more wine, dessert wine, and an offer of brandy or port. Penny laughed. "Are you trying to get me drunk so you can seduce me?  Because I've told you before, you really don't have to. I'm quite happy to be seduced without any more drink."

Tara laughed. "Well, I suppose we have all been skating round the subject. I'm so glad you have both come back tonight. And I wanted to propose a little game."

"What is it?" I asked, a little suspiciously. 

She picked up a cloth bag from beside her and poured four snooker balls out "Whoever gets the red ball is slave to the others. Whoever gets yellow is slave to all but red. Pink is only slave to black. Black is master, or mistress for the night."

Now I was very suspicious. "Okay, Master sounds good to me, but I'm not sure about being a slave. What might a slave be ordered to do?"

"Anything that turns a Master, or Mistress, on. But since the plan is that tomorrow the roles are reversed, and we would have a safety word so if someone was in real distress they can ask to be let out of their situation, no one is going to get too carried away."

"Hmmm " I pondered. "Still not sure I want to be a slave tomorrow, even if I'm a Master tonight. Sorry to spoil the idea, but that's one area I don't want to explore. How about you Penny?"

She looked at me quizzically then. I later realised that this was the start of something significant, that would change our lives, but I didn't recognise it at the time. Well, maybe that is over dramatic. It wasn't the start, since all Penny's personality traits were settled, the potential was there, but this was the first time she let herself run with these ideas. She said "We don't have to draw, and we don't have to swap over. I'll be your slave for the whole weekend.  You can be my Master, and if you want to share me with the others I will be their slave too."

Tara whooped. I was silent with shocked surprise. 

Penny looked straight at me and said "If that is alright with you, Master?" 

Mike laughed then and looked at Tara. He simply said "Well? Which?"

She hesitated a moment and then said in a commanding tone "For this evening, you may speak without asking permission, but not come without my consent, you understand Boy?"

Mike bowed his head and said "Yes Mistress."

"Then you two slaves, clear away the dishes and bring us glasses of Cointreau in the lounge."

Mike rose and bowed, saying "Yes Mistress, Master," he gestured at Penny to do the same. She complied. 

Tara grinned at me and said "Shall we have a comfy seat?"

We went to the lounge, where Tara closed the door and threw herself on me. It was a mad, passionate embrace, a demanding kiss with hands everywhere, and she growled "I've been dreaming about fucking you all week."

I was pretty instantly turned on, given the anticipation, the drink, the talk at the meal and Tara's cuddly body and demanding lips. I kissed her hard back, and then said "What are we going to do now?"

"You could just fuck me and make them stand and watch." she said. "Or fuck me and have Penny let me lick her out. I've been looking forward to that all week too."

"Sounds fun, but what about Mike?"

"He can fuck me after."

"You know he showed me you guys have some costumes? How about getting them to dress up? Have you got a slave girl outfit that would suit Penny?" I asked. 

Tara's eyes gleamed. "Oh, good call. Ah here they come."

She stepped away from me and as Mike came in with a tray she pointed to the coffee table, and beckoned Penny to her. Penny went up to her and Tara quickly and unexpectedly grabbed her by the back of the neck and took a swift and thorough kiss. Penny was caught off balance for a second, but then kissed her back enthusiastically. When she pulled  away Tara looked at Penny "You are quite inappropriately dressed Slave.  You Boy, take her away and get her something suitable to wear.  And you should change as well. And no playing with each other while you are at it. Understand?"

They murmured their assent and left. Tara laughed and turning to me lifted her black woollen dress and pulled it off over her head. Beneath it she was wearing a thong and bra in blue and gold and hold up stockings. With her flame red hair and pale white skin she was stunning as she smiled at me. "Get your cock out, Sean.  They'll be at least ten minutes, and I can't wait."

She stripped off the thong as I loosened my belt, and then she pulled my trousers to my ankles and me to the floor. Two seconds later I felt her warm soft pussy opening around my cock head, and she impaled herself with a deep sigh on my shaft. I could see her soft red hairs frame my cock as she slid down on me, sinking right to the full length of my cock, her ginger bush mingling with my brown curls.  I thought for a moment about the fact that this was the first pussy I had ever entered, Penny's was the only other one I'd had on my cock, and tonight I would have hers too. Not a high score, but both were simply wonderful. 

All sorts of fantasy ideas cascaded through my head as Tara bounced up and down on me. The fact that Penny was soon going to open the door and see us was one turn on. What she might be wearing was a world of possibility. Getting her to suck Mike, or just bend over and let him fuck her right in front of me was a sudden spike of exciting imagery. It wasn't the first time I had thought it, but it struck me that I really did like watching my girlfriend get fucked by Mike. And I'd like to see her get fucked by other men. Lots of them. Two or three at a time. In my fantasy she was enjoying it of course, and for a second I questioned that, but realistically, I thought she would like that. Once she got used to anal. That thought gave me another spike of arousal.

I had a sudden vision. Penny tied down over the piano stool, with Mike taking her from behind, pushing that long cock all the way up her ass. I nearly came at the idea of it. Tara noticed my hips reflexive movements and grinned at me "Oh baby, do that again!" I tried to wipe out thoughts of Penny being bound and buggered, and concentrated on the sexy redhead that was right there with me. Although as I ran my hands over her thighs and hips and held her slim waist, lifting her and slamming her down onto me, the idea of Tara on a piano stool with me taking her ass was fleetingly toyed with. 

As always Tara was going wild. She drove down hard on me and stopped there, no longer bouncing but snaking her hips back and forward, her back and stomach flexing, pussy clenched around my cock, eyes closed and moaning as she  sought her own climax. I was more than happy to watch her as the red flush crept under her skin, highlighting her breasts and neck and up to her cheeks. 

I knew she would orgasm soon, and decided to hold onto my own arousal while maximising hers. I was sure that there would be more opportunities for me than I could handle this weekend. I synchronised my thrusts with her breathing and looked into her eyes as I urge her on "Come on Tara, come now and let me feel your pussy round my cock. I want to feel you come on me, come for me honey, come with my cock in you, come so Penny can lick you afterwards and taste your sweet pussy, that's it Tara, come like that for me."

Tara rocked back, head thrown back, hips forward, almost shrieking "Oh yes!" and clawing at her own breasts in her bra. 

I noticed the door open, and Penny came in, followed by Mike. I admit to being so surprised that I almost forgot Tara for a second. But I rallied, and pulled her to me, and rubbed her back softly, and told her she was beautiful, and brought her round by saying "Our slaves are here. And they look like a lot of fun."

Tara looked up, and grinned, and then said "Help me up Boy. Girl, assist your Master." 

Mike took her hands and pulled her up onto her feet, her pussy making a sucking noise as she was lifted off my cock, which slapped wetly against my stomach. Penny took one of my hands in both of hers and pulled me to stand up. I looked her up and down and whistled. "Very pretty, Slave. Very nice."

Penny said "Thank you, Master," and smiled shyly. It was not an outfit that I would ever have imagined her wearing. Soft, shiny, black leather bra and thong panties, a dog collar and leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles. The cuffs and collar had rings on them for tying her up. The bra had holes to expose her nipples, and the triangle of leather that made the bulk of the not very bulky thong was split along the crotch. Her nipples were erect. It was an outfit that just screamed sexual availability, willingness, submission and vulnerability. 

I was close to simply grabbing her and taking her right then, but I heard Tara say "Sean, darling come and sit here. I want to watch the girl suck my come juice off your cock." She patted the seat beside her on the sofa, and lay back with her legs open beckoning to Mike "Now Boy, lick your Mistress clean."

Mike, was dressed in a leather posing pouch (which emphasised the size of his ridiculously large cock in a most disturbing way) and had a collar and cuffs the same as Penny. He knelt to do as his Mistress commanded.

I looked back to Penny. "Remove my clothes, Girl. Shirt first." I said, and stood still, letting her strip me, quite sensuously. She went on her knees to help me off with my shoes and trousers and underwear. Then I turned haughtily and went to sit beside Tara. I beckoned to Penny "Crawl over here and clean my cock, Girl."

Penny smiled, and kept her head up as she crawled toward me, knowingly exposing her cleavage as she swayed slightly.  She started at my balls, licking round them and up to my shaft, then taking the head of my cock in her warm soft mouth and sucking gently at it, using her tongue to rub back and forward over the frenulum. 

Beside me Tara had her hand on Mike's head as he licked her, and she reached her other hand to take my cock and wank me slowly into Penny's mouth. She leaned to me and said "Kiss me lover," and  this time her kiss was soft and loving, warm and gentle and powerful. She hadn't kissed me like that very often. She smiled at me then and said "Sean darling, I know you have her servicing you, but would you mind if I borrow your slave for a moment?  Now the boy has cleaned me up I fancy having a girl's tongue on my clit."

"Certainly," I replied, for I liked seeing my girlfriend licking another girl's pussy. "Slave, stop that and lick your Mistress instead."

Tara pushed Mike away, and Penny took his place. I noticed how eager she was to kiss Tara's clit, sucking on it and then licking up and down the whole length of Tara's lips, dipping into her depths to taste her sweet sex. Tara moaned softly and her hand tightened on my cock. She gave a few strokes to me in time with Penny's movements but then turned to me and said "Thank you darling for letting me have your slave. But you mustn't get left out, you poor cock was being sucked and now has just my hand." She turned to Mike and said "Slave, this cock needs sucked, get on with it, Boy."

Time froze. 

During the previous summer (when Penny had broken up with me and run off to France, and I had spent some weeks drunk at Mike's house, and Tara cheered me up by leaping on me and shagging my brains out, dragging me into a threesome with Mike, and we had ended up making a regular thing of the three of us having sex together every weekend) sometimes things had got physical with Mike and me.  Gradually, from random contacts in the melee, we moved to Mike deliberately holding my cock to guide it into Tara, and then him wanking it into her mouth, which I copied for him, and then to mutual masturbation. One drunken and wild night we ended up snogging while Tara sucked both of us off, but we didn't kiss again after that, and neither of us ever kissed the other's cock, although nipples and fingers and toes and inner elbows were fair game. 

Thinking about it, Mike was always the one to do something first. He kissed and fondled my body far more than I touched him. I never objected, and it was always fun, and having done it once we often did it again, but I couldn't really say I was keenly exploring this side of my sexuality. It was like having sex with a girl you like but don't really fancy that much. All good fun and nice, but not something you would pursue or fantasise about.  Sure if she is happy to give you a hand job, why would you object? And if she was offering to suck your cock...

But I had never mentioned any of that to Penny. She was overcoming her religious upbringing and enjoying sex, with Tara as well as us boys, but male homosexuality was on a different level of sin as far as our local culture was concerned. So when Tara told Mike to suck my cock Penny's head shot up, her eyes wide, and she stared in disbelief at Tara, then horror at me, and some mixed fear, loathing and shock at Mike as he leaned forward to do as his Mistress had ordered. 

I was paralysed in surprise at Tara's words, and Mike's actions. I couldn't believe it. Of course it felt great, the physical side of things was as good as any girl doing it, and there was a mental rush of dominance over this huge, muscular man who was kneeling at my feet sucking my cock as an obedient slave. I was forced to gasp as he sank his head to take all of me inside his mouth and then, sucking strongly, drew up until only my tip was between his lips. 

Tara laughed "Isn't he a good little cocksucker, Sean?" she looked down at Penny. "I didn't tell you to stop, Slave, I want you to lick me and finger me to make me come at the same time as Master Sean does."

Penny tore her gaze from Mike's mouth and looked at Tara with wild eyes "But he's..."

"Sucking Sean's cock. Just like you do, and like I do.  So what?  We do it.  Mike has kissed you after you have sucked Sean off, licked your pussy and mine after Sean's cock has been in us. He knows what Sean tastes like.  He loves having his cock sucked, and so does Sean. Why shouldn't he like sucking one as much as you do?"

Penny was still overcome with confusion, and glanced at me. I was still rigid with uncertainty. At that moment Mike pulled his head back and bent my cock towards Penny and said "You want some?"

Penny was in turmoil. "But Mike, how could you?"

Mike grabbed her and kissed her, pushing his tongue into her shocked mouth. I saw his hands darting to squeeze a nipple and slide over her inner thigh, gripping her crotch.  He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, saying "Penny darling, you like sucking Sean's cock don't you? And mine? And that French boy? So why shouldn't I like it?  But don't think that it means I don't like kissing you, or fucking this lovely pussy.  And if Sean likes me sucking him it doesn't change him either. He isn't queer, he'll still want you to suck him and fuck him. And I still want you to suck me, and Tara still wants to lick you out and have you lick her. It's all fun Penny. Forget the labels. Now tell me, do you like sucking Sean's cock?"

Still reeling she said "Ahm, yes."

"Show me, suck it now," said Mike forcefully, and pulled her towards me. Penny moved in a daze, and Mike lifted my cock and pointed it at her mouth, then gently pushed her head forward. He guided her, telling her to suck, moving her head back and forward, still holding the base of my cock as he pushed her mouth down to touch his fingers. 

Tara said  "That's good Penny, now just suck his tip. Is that good Sean?" 

"Oh yea. Very good." I said 

"Now Boy, kiss her," Tara ordered.  Mike turned Penny's face toward him. It was a quick kiss and he turned her back to my cock. She sucked it and he wanked me in her mouth.

Mike moved closer, and again Tara demanded Penny give him a kiss. Penny had only to lift her head to meet his lips. She went back to sucking me and Mike placed his cheek against hers. I caught her eye as Mike pressed her head down to make her take me deeper. I thought her expression was still disbelieving, but now it was that she could not believe what she was doing.  Tara ordered another kiss, and Penny had to barely move her mouth away from my cock to find Mike's lips. 

He held her head and I saw his tongue dart out, and then he drew her back to my cock, pulling it between her lips and his, pushing his tongue to meet hers around my shaft. He moved them both down, lips touching with my cock between them, licking my cock down to the root and back up. Penny moved her mouth over the top of me for a quick suck, and then repeated the lick down and up manoeuvre, this time it was her who guided Mike. At the top of the stroke she stopped short and pulled Mike up to take me in. She pushed on the back of his head and watched him suck me deep, taking me all the way into his mouth. He pulled up, and she took her turn, swallowing me down all the way. She laughed as she offered Mike my cock again and he repeated the move, and I gasped as she wanked me, two swift strokes as Mike sucked my end. 

She took a turn at sucking me, and then wanked me again as Mike took over. Penny looked at me and said "Are you enjoying this?"

I nodded. "Yes. It's a bit weird but yes. I suppose it is like when Tara first licked you."

Tara laughed, and said "Just enjoy it Sean. Now slave, keep wanking your master, but I want you to lick his balls. I have noticed he likes that. I want you to make him come in the Boy's mouth, and you can kiss him afterwards."

Penny looked shocked at that for a second but said "Would you like that Master? Would you like me to lick your balls?"

I nodded "Yes Slave. Lick my balls." I said, and hesitated, glancing at Mike. He was looking at me as he sucked me. I looked in his eyes as I said "Make me come in his mouth."

Mike sucked me harder, as Penny slid her tongue down my shaft and began working it round my balls. Tara swivelled round and kissed me full on the lips, open mouthed and sweet. Then she whispered in my ear "Mike's wanted to suck you off for ages. He's always wanted to have you come in his mouth. He wants you to fuck his ass as well." 

As she said that Penny's tongue was under my balls, the tip touching my ass, and Mike was bobbing his head half way up and down my shaft and wanking me with Penny's fingers entwined in his own. I came. Holding Mike's head in both hands to stop him wanking me any more, because the sensation was just too much, I felt myself pumping my balls dry into his mouth, jet after jet. I almost blacked out as Penny kept licking my balls. Then both mouths were removed and I looked down to see Mike and Penny sharing a kiss and my come. They extravagantly used their tongues in an open mouthed display of come-swapping celebration, and then the kiss became less for show and more for passion. 

Tara laughed, and said "Well done you two. Now entertain us. Go for it Boy, fuck her on the rug there. Right now. Let me see you fuck her with those panties on."




Bad Penny Ch. 03



Mike didn't need ordering twice. He half lifted Penny, half pushed her, back onto the rug. 
She squealed as he pushed her legs wide and pulled open the split crotch of her thong. His own pouch was pulled aside and he plunged his cock tip into my girlfriend's very wet and willing hole. Falling forward on her as she raised her legs, he was all the way in on the second thrust, and began a furious paced, deep series of strokes, all the time kissing Penny deeply. It was a fast and hard fuck, and both of them were letting themselves go. I was amazed, and very turned on. I had seen Mike do this before with Tara, but it was the first time I had watched Penny like that. She was thrashing wildly, crying out and moaning, her whole body spasmed, and she dug her hands into his back as she wrapped her ankles together around his waist.  

Tara snuggled up to me and rested her chin on my shoulder, speaking in her low, husky voice, as she watched the pair in front of us. "God I love to see him fuck like that. Imagine what that feels like for Penny, that big long dick of his just piling into her, all those hard muscles in her hands and between her thighs, getting fucked hard. She knows it's fucking. He's not making love; he's planting spunk. He's going to blow his load in her cunt. And she knows it. She knows that she is just a cunt for his cock to fill, surrounded by a pretty body, nice tits and a face he would equally love to fuck. She's being fucked by him for us to watch. But maybe she doesn't know that just well enough. Maybe it would be a bit cruel to call him off just now, but it would teach her the lesson. Oh she's coming now, isn't she? Should we tell Mike to stop?"

I shook my head, still staring at my beautiful girl as she writhed and gasped and squealed beneath Mike's pounding body. "No, that would be too cruel. But you ought to remind him that he can't come without your permission. Tell him he can come in her now."

Tara spoke up, as Mike was driving hard into Penny, her tanned legs lying wide and loose as he drove her through another orgasmic peak, her dark nipples standing proud as her breasts were bounced back and forth.  "Do you want my permission to come, Boy?"

"Please Mistress, may I come in your slave girl?"

"You may not, Boy. Her cunt is for her Master to come in only.  You may fuck the slave's cunt but come on her face for our amusement."

I was shocked by that.  So was Penny, but Mike took it in his stride.  He said "Thank you Mistress" and kept ploughing into her and then said to Penny "Thank your master and mistress for letting me fuck you."

Penny didn't say anything. 

Mike stopped. 

He looked at her for a long second, and spoke again sternly, with each word taking a full hard thrust into her. "Thank. Your. Mistress. And. Master. For. Letting. Me. Fuck. You."

Penny hesitated. 

When Mike stopped again he said quietly "I can't fuck an ungrateful Slave-girl. Say it. Thank them." He thrust hard again. "Thank them." Then again. 

I was about to object. This treatment was too rough, making sex a punishment, abusive. But she burst out with a cry "Thank you Mistress for letting your slave fuck me. Thank you Master for letting me be fucked for you to watch. I'm sorry Master, I came without asking your permission." 

She was looking at me with an expression I didn't recognise. Pleasure, fear, perhaps, something fanatical. Mike had started shafting her again, and she turned to him and said "Come on, fuck me. Fuck me until you are ready to come and then show our Mistress and Master your come. Come on my face Mike, for them to see.  Fuck me and come on my face."

It was astonishing. Penny Harty, prim and proper, who would have blushed to hear the word 'fuck' and never would have said it just a few weeks go, who had been a virgin when we met and taken three years to let me change that, was now urging another man to fuck her in front of me, demanding his come on her face like a porn star.  Tara was holding my cock now and noticed how hard I suddenly became. "Ooh Sean, you like your little fuck slave talking dirty. Just wait until we get her to beg you to fuck her ass."

I hadn't time to say anything because Mike called out "I'm close Mistress!"

He pulled out of Penny, making her gasp, and moved quickly to straddle her body and wank his glistening wet cock over her. He ordered her to close her mouth, and stroked himself another couple of times before a great jet of come splashed across her face, from eyebrow to chin. 

A second spurt, not so large, hit her cheek, a third was on her nose and lips. He continued to stroke himself, squeezing the spunk out of his long pale cock, rubbing the pink tip over Penny's face, smearing his semen on her.  

A final drop fell from the tip of his prick onto her chin and shone with reflected light. 

It was a powerful, arousing, almost obscene action. The weirdest thing for me was that Penny was smiling. 

Tara applauded. "Well done Boy. Nicely painted. You may pour the drinks when you get your breath back. Now girl, I want you to wipe that come off your face with your finger and lick it all clean. Sit up here in front of us so we can watch."

Penny did as she was told, and I took a glass from Mike as I watched my girlfriend lick his come from her fingers. 

She was kneeling about two feet away, knees spread, her erect nipples and wet bush showing through the holes in the leather underwear. As she slipped her come laden finger into her mouth the first time she gave me a look of happy wickedness. Her eyes sparkled, with lust and fierce joy. Then Tara spoke to her and Penny looked at her as she was instructed and interrogated. "Do you like the taste of come, Slave?" Tara asked. 

"Yes, Mistress." Penny replied promptly. 

"Did you like the taste of your Master's come in the slave boy's mouth earlier?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"You hesitated when I told him to do that. You had been ordered to lick my pussy, but you stopped doing that and ended up helping the boy to suck off his Master.  You may have to be punished for that. But first tell me, did you like watching the boy suck your Master's cock?"

"Yes, Mistress," said Penny, but she looked at me, and smiled, a little apologetic smile. I wasn't sure what she was apologising for. 

 "You have missed some come on your neck and chin. No the other side. Good. Now come here and lick my pussy girl."

Tara simply opened her legs and looked away from Penny, expecting obedience. She turned to Mike and said "Boy, get the two bars and the case from the wardrobe, and the duvet from the spare room." She waved him away as she gave a little moan. Penny's tongue had found her clitoris. Tara turned to me. "Would you mind playing with my tits, Sean, just until the boy comes back?"

"Certainly, Tara, any time." I said, we kissed and I caressed her breasts and sucked her nipples while my girlfriend mutely fingered her and lapped at her ginger haired slit. 

Mike came in carrying the things he had been instructed to fetch. He spread the duvet over the floor, and waited for further instructions, as I sucked on his girlfriend's right nipple and massaged her left. Tara had lifted her legs and ordered Penny to lick her ass and finger fuck her pussy. She was close to coming.  I waved to Mike to come over and suck her other breast. Tara came as soon as my freed up hand touched her clit. 

Tara's body leapt and writhed between us as three mouths sucked at her most sensitive places. Her fingers dug deep into my hair and crushed my face against her breast as she sucked in air with a whistling gasp and flexed her hips up to force her pussy against Penny's face. It was fun to suck her nipple and flick my finger over her clit, driving another gasp from her, spinning her orgasm out for another few seconds, then do it again until finally she pulled my head back, and Mike's, saying "Enough, enough!" 

I beckoned Penny to come up to me as Tara lay back panting. I slipped a fingertip, still wet with Tara's juices, into Penny's pussy and drew her lips to me to taste Tara on my girlfriend's lips. She returned my kiss with passion and rocked her hips to make my finger slide in and out of her. Her hand found my cock as mine found her exposed nipple, and she pulled it upright, moving forward to sit on it. "May I ride your cock, Master?" she murmured against my lips.

"Yes." I breathed. It was not a command, it was filled with longing and desire. I was her slave now, totally at her mercy. 

Penny still played the game. As she sat down on me she whispered "Thank you Master for letting this slave girl fill her lonely pussy with your cock. Thank you for fucking me Master."

I found it rather disturbing, but her soft warmth around my cock, her sparkling wicked looks and the gentle deep voice were all such a turn on. "I'm surprised you need a cock in you after what I just watched Mike do to you." I said. 

"But Master, that was nice, and thank you for letting me do that, but your cock in me is always the best. I love you, and I love having you inside me, Master."

"And I love you, Penny. But I'm not sure about this thong, it is rubbing me a little." I said. 

Penny stopped moving,and said "Oh, sorry Master, will I take it off?"

Tara heard her and said "Take what off?"

"My thong Mistress, it is rubbing my Master's cock."

Tara said "How very careless of you. If you don't mind Sean, I think this slave should be punished for that, and for disobeying me earlier. I have an idea, which I'm sure will please you. May I?"

I looked at Tara and said "Nothing rough now?"

"That is entirely up to you.  Okay?" Tara asked with an enquiring look. She took my nod as acceptance. "Good.  Now slave get off your Master's cock, which you do not deserve to have in your cunt until you are properly punished. Stand in the middle of the duvet. Legs apart. Hands on head. Good."

Mike stepped forward with a strange looking rod in his hands, and knelt to attach it to the rings on Penny's ankle cuffs. He had to pull her feet a little further apart to accommodate the bar. Then he stood behind her and took each wrist, fastening them to the second bar. 

"Isn't that a pretty sight to see?" asked Tara. Penny preened as I agreed. 

"You can remove the lamp now Boy" said Tara. I wasn't sure what she meant, until Mike stepped up on a chair and reached up to unhook the pendant light in the middle of the ceiling. 

I had wondered why it was there at all. Mike is six foot seven, built in proportion, and I had noticed that he had to weave or duck every time he went past the light, although normally a coffee table was beneath it. Now I realised that it was hanging on a chain which was attached to a substantial stainless steel ringbolt, and the light itself had been connected with an in line plug and socket. I would never have guessed it was removable. 

"You have got to be joking!" I said. Mike just grinned his usual wide smile. Penny couldn't see what was happening and looked a bit nervous, more so when she felt Mike hook something on the bar between her hands. It was a mini hoist, exactly like the one I had to lift car engines out in my garage. Mike hauled in on the slack and Penny's arms were pulled up a few inches. 

Another two pulls, accompanied by Penny's sounds of surprise and a little anxiety, and Penny was at full stretch. Tara spoke up. "Now isn't that an even prettier sight?  Better though if she is on tip toe. It makes the calves stand out. Pull her up a little more Boy."

Mike hauled slowly on the cord and Penny was forced to rise onto her toes. "See, it gives a much better curve on the calves and it tightens the buttocks " said Tara. "Now I think she would be even better naked, what do you think, Sean?"

I grinned. Penny was not in distress. She was getting into this game now, although her helpless and vulnerable situation was causing a little thrilling anxiousness. I looked her in the eyes and said "Yes. Strip her, Boy. I want to see her tits."

Mike slowly undid Penny's peep-hole bra, and peeled it away from her breasts. With her arms pulled up her nipples were pointing almost upwards. "Very nice." I said "can you turn her for a profile view?"

Mike swing her round to show us each side. Then Tara said "Now show us her cunt. Open up the crotch of those knickers."

Mike stood behind her and pulled the leather thong apart, displaying her bush, then placed a finger from each hand on her outer lips and pulled wide, exposing the pink flesh within. I remember thinking it was like a shot from a porn mag, and thinking about Mike's suggestion that he take some photos of me and Penny. I had said no, because I was worried about someone else finding them, and this was exactly the sort of picture I would never want to let loose, but it was a picture I would love to keep. Pretty Penny bared to the world by another man's hands. Utterly fuckable as she gasped and blushed and Mike rubbed her clitoris. I was tempted then to suggest we should get a camera.  Or get it on video.   

"Very pretty, but hardly punishment." I said to Tara

She snuggled against me and kissed my cheek, speaking softly. "You are getting the hang of being a Master, aren't you?  I like that, Sean.  Mike is a natural slave, like Penny. Which is fun. But it is nice to have a dominant man about to play with. So let's see, what will we do to the Girl?  I know!" Tara bounced slightly in excitement, her generous breast rubbing against my arm. "Boy, remove her thong. We can't get a good view of her cunt. Now, hook her feet up as well."

Mike bent down and grasped the bar and then simply lifted it up to hook it over the hoist. Penny squealed as her legs were dragged from under her and she was left hanging in mid air by the wrists and ankles with her legs spread. Mike returned to his post behind her, holding her hips to point her to face us. Tara said "Well done Boy. That is a much better view of her cunt. And her ass-hole as well."

Penny was blushing now. She was helpless and exposed, naked and vulnerable, and both Tara and I were looking at her from only a few feet away.  Tara said "Pull her cunt open for us, Boy," and turned to me. "I like having slaves tied up and playing with them. Usually if I had her in this position I would lick her pussy and ass, and then finger them both, and then use some dildos or vibrators on her. But that would be far too much fun for a bad slave being punished. We could just let her hang here for a while - in half an hour her arms and legs will be quite sore. But then she will be sore for days, and I don't want to punish her that much for a first offence."

Penny was blushing furiously, and obviously disturbed by this conversation. She couldn't have been comfortable despite the well made and padded straps that were round her wrists.  The idea of hanging there with Mike holding her pussy lips open for half an hour must have been very unappealing. She called out "Please Mistress, I am sorry. I'll do anything you say from now on."

Tara laughed. "Anything? I will hold you to that. Well since you are promising to be good, maybe we should do something nice to you to reward you. Boy, bring me the case."

Mike fetched the case of toys which I recognised from the previous week. Penny, left hanging freely, spun round gently.  Tara opened the case and picked out a vibrator and a tube of lubricating gel. 

"Come and help me." She said, and rose from the sofa stepping over to stop Penny spinning. She looked at Penny and said "You promise to do as I say, like a good slave-girl should?"

Penny nodded and said "Yes, Mistress"

"Then we will reward you." Tara replied, and squirted a large glob of cold gel onto Penny's pussy, causing her to gasp and jerk and swing back and forth. I watched as Tara spread the gel around and penetrated Penny with a finger, then two and then three. Her thumb was on Penny's clit, and she reached to pinch a nipple gently. Penny gasped and jerked as Tara pumped three fingers into her. "Hmm slave, your cunt is tight even though you have been well fucked. I don't think I can get my whole fist in you, although I might manage four fingers."

She switched her hands round, putting one  finger in with her left hand and one from the right, pulling Penny open and then pushing in another finger, and then another, so she had two from each hand. Penny's body flexed, I thought she was in discomfort, but she bit her lip for a few strokes as Tara pressed deeper, until finally she cried out "Please Mistress, I'm sorry, it's too much, please!"

Tara pulled the fourth finger out. "That's okay slave, you tried. Well done. You deserve another reward. Perhaps you should have your Master's finger in you."

Tara pulled her right hand away, leaving only one finger in Penny, and moved to the side as she beckoned to me. I stood up and stepped over. "You will need lube. Boy, squeeze some lube over your Master's finger so he can finger fuck this slave girl."

Mike stepped up on the other side, and squeezed gel over my index finger.  He rubbed it gently over the whole finger, a surprisingly intimate act, and then squeezed another glob onto the tip. "Thank you, Boy." I said, smiling as we played the game.

We both grinned, as he said "It is my pleasure to serve you Master," and made a small bow.

Tara told him to hold Penny's leg out to the side, as she did the same, spreading her wide.  "Now Sean, I think you should finger fuck your slave-girl, since she has been so good about trying to take my fist."

I reached towards the wet and glistening pussy that Tara still had one finger inside, but Tara said, "No, No, Sean, not there, the other hole.  Lower down. That's what the lube is for."

I had looked at Tara, shocked, but her wicked grin, and the memory of what she had said the week before, quickly overcame that.  I had been surprised at how turned on I was by the idea of anal sex.  Tara had talked about teaching Penny how to do it, but insisted that I would be the one to take each first step.  Penny had been scared by seeing Tara and Mike, particularly by seeing Tara's gaping ass after Mike fucked her, but I knew that Penny had liked it when she was rimmed, and a finger pressed against her.  I was sure that she would enjoy a little stimulation there.  So I looked at her and said "Just relax, Girl, I'm going to rub some gel on your ass. It will be a little cold at first, but I'm sure you'll like it."

Penny looked at me a little anxiously, but then she got a shy, wicked smile, and said "Thank you Master."

I watched her face as I pressed my fingertip to her ass.  Her eyes widened, and she took a little sharp breath, but I saw her relaxing, and as I circled her rim and Tara began slowly stroking up and down between her pussy lips, Penny began to breathe a little heavily.  I kept  circling her ass, and then changed to a figure eight move, sweeping across the centre, gently pressing a little as I passed over the opening.  Penny's breathing caught each time.  I placed the pad of my finger right on it, and made tiny circular motions, pushing a little, feeling her open up a tiny amount.  I moved to bring more of the lube from around her ass where I had spread it, and pressed it into her, then angled my finger up so that the tip was cradled in the tiny cup that was forming. "Relax, darling.  Is that nice?" I said softly.  Penny nodded, and I felt her muscles relax a little.  I pressed in.

My fingertip opened the ring of muscle, and it immediately clamped down on me.  Penny's eyes were wide, and she said "Oh! Oh, my goodness!" and her body went rigid for a second.  I held my finger in place.

"Its okay, darling, just relax again." I said.

I felt her muscles soften, and when she had loosened her grip on my fingertip  I pulled it out. She gasped.  Tara said "Well done, Slave. I must say that was very sexy seeing your Master put his finger in your ass. Now relax again, so your Master can do it again."




Bad Penny Ch. 03



Mike offered me more gel, and I took a fresh dollop of it to press against Penny's ass again.  This time as I pushed my finger tip in Penny made an effort to relax her ass, and with the extra lubrication I felt her open up and my fingertip passed the hard ring of muscle, entering her more deeply.  I drew back a little and then pushed on in, until my whole finger was inside her.  Penny breathed hard a few times, and I felt her sphincter spasm around me but she softened again, and I let my finger rest in her.  Tara whistled.  "Hmm, Hmm, Pretty thing, here Boy, pull the other side of her pussy open, let's look at that."

Mike placed two finger tips on Penny's right outer labia, as Tara did the same on her left, and the two pulled gently to open Penny to my view.  Her pussy was spread wide, a wet petalled flower of pinks and purples and browns, fringed with dark curls and centred in dark purplish reds, and below that my finger disappeared into her body, tightly surrounded by her well lubricated ass.  Tara hummed again and said "Oooh yes, very pretty thing. Pretty Penny's pink pussy, and a finger up her puckered ass.  Can you slide your finger in and out a bit, Sean.?"

I did.  An inch each way, taking care not to pull back so far that her sphincter might close again.  Slowly but firmly I worked my finger in an out, and flexed it a little, pulling each way against her muscles, up and down, left and right, as I moved it back and forward.  I felt the grip on my finger soften, and Penny said "Oh my god.  I can feel you doing that.  I can feel your finger inside my bottom."

Tara laughed, "I should hope you could feel it.  Does it feel nice? Do you like your Master finger fucking your ass?"

Penny nodded.  "Yes.  It feels weird, but it is nice."

"Good," said Tara. "Later on I want to hear you ask him to finger fuck your arse when I get the Boy to fuck your cunt. But now you must be getting tired hanging like that. We should let you down."

"Good idea," I said, "but I haven't finished here. Lower her down so she can rest on her back but keep her legs supported."

Mike lowered Penny slowly to the duvet on the floor beneath her, while I kept my finger firmly inserted in her bottom. Once the tension went out if the hoist I said to Mike "Take up the slack. Good. Now, where were we?  Oh yes, Tara you were going to use a vibrator on this slave's pussy."

Tara giggled. "Oh yes, so I was."

We got Mike to stand at Penny's head and pull back the bars holding her hands and feet in the air. That opened her up even more to our hands, and Tara set to work with two vibrators, one going into Penny's pussy, the other focused on her clitoris. I concentrated on pumping my finger in Penny's ass, timing it to take advantage of the contractions and relaxations caused by the vibes.  It didn't take long for Penny to start panting, then crying out, then gasping and yelling.  

When she came I felt her body clasp my finger, waves of muscle contractions as she wriggled and pulled against her bonds, and her body leapt when Tara pressed the vibrator against her sensitive flesh again and again. She was reduced to a limp, sweat-slick rag-doll, head lolling and limbs floppy, moaning quietly as I slipped my finger out of her. We undid her wrists and ankles from the bars, and I took her in my arms again, and stroked her hair. 

She recovered her breath, and I felt her kiss my chest, and she murmured "Thank you, Sean. Thank you, Master."

Tara tapped me on the shoulder and said "We'll see you upstairs." She lead Mike away, as I held Penny close and stroked her body, and kissed her forehead, her nose, her lips, whispering love and desire, and asking her if she had enjoyed what had just happened. 

"Oh, yes, Master," she said "Of course."

"You don't have to call me 'Master' now, Penny." I said. 

She looked shyly at me and said "But I like it."

I didn't know what to say to that, so I let it go, and asked her again "But did you like what we just did?  What I was doing?"

Penny was quick to answer "Yes. I know it seems weird, but yes, I did. Did you like doing it?"

"Well, I know what you mean about it being weird, but yes. It seemed so intimate. In a weird way. And I wondered what it felt like. To have that done." I blushed as I said that last sentence. 

"I'll do it for you, if you want, Master."

"You don't think it is too weird for me to ask that?"

"I like it. Having you play with mine. Why shouldn't you like me playing with yours?" Penny smiled. "Definitely need that gel stuff though. Did they leave it here?"

I looked round "No, they lifted the case. I suppose we should go up now anyway." I must have sounded reluctant, because Penny reached out and touched my face softly. 

Penny kissed me and said "Sean, my love, my man who I love and cherish, I'm still your Lovergirl as well as your slave-girl you know.  This is just for fun. And if it isn't fun for you we can do something else. Okay? We don't have to go to bed with them." 

I smiled "Okay, Lovergirl. I just worry, that I might play too rough. I never want to do anything you don't want to do, or coerce you or force you. I do want you all for myself, but I know we are both enjoying the others.  I, I liked watching you and Mike, you know.  I like watching you and Tara."

"I know love, and I like watching you play with them.  And I know you are looking out for me, and looking after me.  It's why I love you, and its why I can play with them and enjoy it. You see, there are things I would love to do but I'm scared to do. Like asking you to play with my bottom. Tara licked me there last week and it felt fantastic, but I couldn't ask you to do that, or touch me there. And I would make you stop if you tried it. But as your slave I can let you do it, and enjoy it, and not feel too guilty about it. So if you order me to lick your bottom, and put a finger in it, well, I would have to. And if I enjoy that, it is ok because I'm only doing what a slave has to, not being a bad girl.  Not being what the girls at school would have called 'a dirty slut'. You see? As a slave I'm free to do all sorts of things. You can order me to suck your cock right now. If you like. Or to go up and lick Tara's pussy.  Or to suck Mike off while you take me from behind on the bed. And I won't be a bad girl. I'll be a good girl for doing it. Even better if I enjoy it and put some enthusiasm into it. I know, its strange, but it makes me feel good.  So what would you like me to do? Anything that turns you on will turn me on. Give me an order Master."

"Okay, kiss me, and then come up stairs with me."

Mike and Tara were just emerging from the bathroom. I decided we would have a quick shower as well, and helped Penny remove the leather cuffs and collar. "You have to put them on me when we get dried." said Penny.

"We are going to sleep soon, won't they be uncomfortable?  Also, you might scratch me with the buckles or rings in bed. They look good by they aren't a great design for night wear."

Penny thought for a moment, pausing as she lathered my chest.  "Okay. But you have to put them on me tomorrow. Not Mike or Tara. You do it."

I understood. I smiled. "Okay, tomorrow I will make you my slave girl. But now Lovergirl, I want to make you clean all over."

She squealed and giggled as I soaped her, and especially when I slipped a soapy finger into her pussy, and then a soapy tip into her bottom.  I rinsed everywhere, spending time with the shower head on her clit and nipples, before pronouncing her to be officially the cleanest girl in Belfast. 

In the bedroom Tara was riding Mike. We stood in the doorway, me behind Penny, arms round her, semi hard cock pressed against her back, and watched them making love. It wasn't fucking.  It was beautiful, and sexy and almost embarrassing to see because it was so intimate. Tara was fluid and graceful, and when she came it was quiet but intense, she fell on him almost weeping, and they kissed and whispered secret names and love. I had seen them like that a few times, but it was the first time Penny had witnessed such a tender exchange between them.  She turned to me and kissed me so softly and then lead me to bed, where we quietly settled down beside the other loving couple, and sleep joined us all. 

In the morning I woke early, needing the toilet.  I was on the outside of the bed, and slipped out quietly to go to the bathroom.  As I came out of it Penny was standing on the landing.  She came up to me and kissed me quietly, and whispered "Good morning Love. I just need the loo too, but I brought these for you, if you would like to put them on me when I come out."

She was holding the cuffs and collar.  I smiled.  "Be quick."

When she came out of the bathroom I was still naked on the landing, holding the leather straps.  She knelt before me and held up her hands "Master." was all she said.

I buckled a cuff around her wrist, and she said "Thank you, Master."

The same was repeated for her other wrist.  Then she turned round and held up her foot to let me buckle around her ankle, thanking me each time.  Then she sat up on her knees and held up her long hair to expose her neck.  I placed the collar round it, and kissed her neck before I did the buckle up.   Then I turned her round, and looked at her.  Her nipples were erect, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes sparkled as she looked at me.  "How may I serve you Master?" she asked.  

I wordlessly took her head in my hands and drew her too me and kissed her deeply.  I desired her.  I wanted her.  I knew I could have her, did have her, could do anything to her and with her, and I wanted it all.

Tara and Mike emerged from the bedroom to find us naked on the landing carpet, Penny on her back with legs spread, me pumping my cock into her, our mouths locked in a fierce kiss, her hands thrown above her head to expose herself to me.  My hands were on her ass, pulling her to me as I thrust deeply into her, and I was grunting with effort as I drove my cock deep.

I barely noticed them in the doorway, apart from hearing Tara giggle, as I pressed on towards my climax.  I was lost in a world made of Penny, her scent and silken skin, her soft cries and her taste, the warmth of her body beneath me and around me, and the knowledge of her love, her desire, the acceptance and submission of her, the thrusting hips that rose to meet me, and the soft breasts that pressed against me.  She came as I took her, tightening round my cock and shaking as I carried on shafting her, panting and groaning and grabbing at my back.   She had reached a plateau of arousal, coming again, a long continuous orgasmic fugue, her body becoming rigid and her breath stopping, as she stared at me and mutely urged me on to come in her.  I exploded in a flurry of hard thrusts, and felt myself disappearing in a rush of light, as everything went slow and there was nothing left but the sensation in my balls and cock and the clinging flesh that held them, and the face of the girl beneath me, as she felt my come flood inside her, and she knew I was hers alone.  

We kissed and gasped and kissed again, and laughed and kissed, and were surprised to hear the sound of Mike groaning, and we looked around to see him leaning against the door frame with Tara on her knees taking his whole cock in her mouth.

Penny giggled, and I pulled out of her and rolled off to the other side so I could see Tara in action.  "Mike, are you Master today?"

He shook his head, "Mistress Tara is still in charge, Master."

I laughed. "I can see that."

Tara pulled off Mike's cock, and looked round. "I want to borrow that Girl for a moment, Sean, Okay"

"Fine." I said.

Tara pulled down on Mike's cock and made him lie on the landing.  Then she ordered Penny to sit on his face.  "Go on slave, I want you to put your pussy on his mouth.  He has to lick you clean."

Penny glanced at me, and saw me nod, and smile, then she climbed onto him.  Mike's tongue went up into her, and I heard him licking and sucking at her, as Penny's eyes went wide, and she could feel him lapping my come from her soaking pussy.  Tara was sucking him off again, and I could see his hips flex and buck in an uncontrolled reaction.  It wouldn't be long until he came if they kept that up.  Since Penny was kneeling over him facing his cock, when Tara pulled her mouth away and pointed Mike's cock at Penny's mouth it was obvious what she wanted her to do.  Penny leaned down, and took his tip in her lips as Tara wanked Mike, and slid her tongue down to his balls.  I re-evaluated my estimate for how long it would be before he came.  Thirty seconds at the most.

I was ten seconds wrong. He held out for forty.

As he started to come Tara said "Don't swallow it Girl, keep his come in your mouth," and Penny seemed to comply.  Mike's flushed face was shining with the juices from Penny's pussy as he lay panting between her thighs, and I couldn't help smiling as Tara looked up at me and said "I thought  he should have a little treat this morning.  Now girl," she continued, turning back to Penny, "Keep that come in your mouth a moment more.  I want you to turn round and give Mike a nice big kiss."

Penny looked a little surprised at this, but did as she was told.  She fed Mike his own come, as he took her face in his hands and slipped his tongue between her lips, and kissed her long and deeply.

Tara had moved over beside me and linked her arm in mine as she leant against me and watched her boyfriend.  "He is such a come-sucking slut. I want him to lick your come out of me later, if that's okay?"

I looked down at her. "So you want me to come in you, later?"

"Oh yes.  I want you to fuck me while I sixty-nine your girlfriend.  I want her to see your cock in my pussy from up close.  I might get Mike to fuck her at the same time. We'll see.  Breakfast first though.  Okay, you two, enough of that – go and get breakfast and bring it back up here.  And no playing with each other, I want hot toast and coffee and eggs and bacon. And orange juice.  Chop chop." Tara turned and took my hand, and said "Now come back to bed Sean, I have a treat for you in store."

The two slaves went smiling down the stairs, and we went into the bedroom, where Tara showed me some of the features of the room which I had not seen before.  The light above the bed was fitted in the same way as the one in the living room.  There was another hook in the ceiling in the clear space in front of the wardrobes.  The bed itself had rings concealed on the inside of the legs, to which she attached straps, showing me how to adjust them.  Then she opened the end wardrobe, and took out a what looked like a photographers flight case.  It was full of small leather and rubber items, not all of which I recognised. She pointed them out.  Blindfolds, small whips in soft leather, paddle shaped leather things for spanking, gags, and butt plugs in various sizes.  There were clips with tassels on them "For nipples" she said casually, "Or a clit," and there was a thing that looked like a leather keyring with multiple loops.  I laughed when she explained that it was a cock restraint.  

"I want to tie Penny up today," she said, matter of factly. "I want to tie her face down on the bed with her legs wide, so we can massage her with oil and finger fuck her ass, then we can put a butt plug in her.  Then we can roll her over and you and Mike can take turns fucking her, with the plug still in.  We'll blindfold her and gag her of course.  She won't know who is doing what to her. She'll love it."

I wasn't sure about that, and said so. Tara fixed me with her 'Are you stupid or what?' look.

"Sean, darling, how can you have been going out with her for five years and not know what she wants yet?  Penny wants you to take control.  She wants to be taken, used, stimulated without mercy, made to accept pleasure she cannot ask for.  She wants to serve you, and to do every kinky weird and perverse thing she can think of, and quite a few things she can't think of, but I can, because she is a sensualist, a hedonist, and a submissive exhibitionist.  Trust me.  She will love it.  Just as much as Mike will love being tied down with his ass in the air and having Penny suck him and wank him while I fuck his ass with a dildo, and then you fuck him with your lovely cock until he shoots in your girlfriend's mouth.  Which is why when you fuck her you won't come in her.  Mike can do that, with special permission, so he can lick her pussy out when you are fucking his ass, of course." 

"I, ah, I'm..." I stuttered

Tara stepped right up to me, pressing her naked body against mine and gripping my cock. "You aren't sure about that, but your cock is.  Your cock is hard and wants to fuck her, and me and him.  All three of us, in the mouth, the ass, the pussy if we have one, your cock wants to fuck and come in all of us.  So just go with it, do what your cock wants.  You'll enjoy it too." Then she kissed me to silence, and wanked me, and I took her tits in my hands and she pressed them round my erection and looked up at me and said "Oh yes, and your cock wants to fuck my tits and Penny's." 

I was turned on and suddenly horny as if I had not just had the most wonderful sex with my girlfriend just ten minutes before.  I pulled her up, putting my hands under her arms, and lifted Tara in the air, turning to dump her onto the bed, pushing her legs wide and moving to enter her, saying "You know sometimes you are just so right,"  as I pushed my cock hard against her pussy, opening her lips, the head popping into her, taking her slick wet passage and sinking in until my balls hit her ass.  "My cock does want to fuck you, and I am enjoying it very much." 

"Ooh, Christ, that's good, oh, fuck Sean, I like that cock of yours. Fuck, yes," moaned Tara, and I shafted her hard and slow, then hard and deep and faster, and I followed my cock, taking her to orgasm and carrying on past it, bouncing my balls off her ass, biting her shoulder as she dug her nails in my back.  It became an animal fuck, libertine cock and wanton pussy in simple harmonic action.

She came, I couldn't.  It was too soon, after too much the day before.  It was close, but my legs went to jelly, my heart raced, muscles failed and I was left gasping for breath.  I teetered back from the edge of climax, and found myself rolling off her and gulping air, and looking up at Mike, who was holding a tray, and looking down at me with his face composed.  In best English Butler impersonation he said calmly "Breakfast is served, sir."


As breakfast ended Tara announced that she intended having a long bath and "doing girly things" with Penny, and suggested that that "Master Sean and the Boy" could bugger off and play music, or snooker or pinball, or whatever, until lunchtime.  

We took the hint. In any case, I was horny but incapable, and I knew I needed rest. So Mike and I played over some of his songs, and he thrashed me at snooker, and we talked about where all this weird sex was going. Mike was typically laid back about it. It was all just fun. I was getting worried though, which is typical behaviour for me. It was changing things. It was changing Penny. But that didn't phase Mike, and it didn't stop me from carrying on down the path. 

Lunch was taken in bed again, with two wonderfully clean and lightly made-up, beautiful girls who were wearing frilly lingerie. They had sent us to shower while they made the food, but I declined Mike's offer to join him in the booth. We took turns. 

As usual the meal was eaten under house rules - the two girls feeding the two boys and vice versa. When we had finished Tara leaned back and said "Now Sean, are you rested?"

"Yes, I feel great, thank you."

"Good. Because the slave girl here has been very good this morning, obedient and helpful. I wish to reward her again, and I need your helping hands."




Bad Penny Ch. 03



"Okay, what do you suggest?"

"Well first we need her naked. Would you like to take care of that?"

I got Penny to stand by the bed and removed her light and lacy slip and panties, while Tara and Mike cleared away lunch and pulled the duvet back. I noticed how smooth her legs were, and that her armpits were shaved. For a moment I wondered if Tara had shaved her all over, (Tara had done that once last summer to herself, the first time I had seen such a thing) but was relieved to find her bush was still there, although a few stray hairs perhaps had been contained.  I complimented her, and Penny said "Thank you Master, I am glad I please you, but Mistress Tara is responsible, she shaved me.  She said if you wanted she will shave my pussy next time."  

I reached down to run a finger through her soft, dark curls,  "Hmm, no, I like the hair."

Penny smiled and flexed, pushing against my finger "Whatever you like, Master, I like too."

The others had laid several towels across the bed, and produced bottles of massage oil. Mike arranged a couple of odd shaped foam blocks on the bed, which I wondered about. Their purpose became clear when Tara told Penny to climb up on the bed and lie down with the wedged shape under her knees, supporting her lower legs, and the hollow rounded shape was cradling her head. 

"Now Slave,we are going to massage you. First your front, then your back. But to heighten the sensation I want you not to look at what we are doing, just feel it. So I'm going to put this on you," said Tara, holding up a blindfold. 

Penny meekly acquiesced, and once she was naked and sightless we began by pouring oil on her stomach and spreading it over her body. Tara coordinated the operation, no breast or genital touching allowed until both arms, legs, hands and feet and stomach and neck, shoulders and face had been thoroughly relaxed. Then she massaged Penny's breasts while Mike worked on her feet and calves and I had duty on her hands and arms. It was a long, slow and thorough operation, sensuous but not directly sexual, relaxation and pleasure were the aims. Once her entire front was well oiled and relaxed a brief and light massage of her inner thighs and pubic mound was then performed, but nothing too erotic, and she was allowed to rest for a moment. "How you doin' Lovergirl?" I asked her gently. 

"Mmmm Mmmm," was her relaxed reply. 

"Okay time to roll over," said Tara, also gently. We helped Penny over onto her front, her face now held off the bed by the round foam cushion, and more oil was applied. We worked her back, shoulders, buttocks and legs, revisited her arms and calves and feet and hands, neck and then buttocks and thighs again. Penny was slippery all over and limp as fish. Tara got the wedge cushion and had us help Penny to lift herself up so her stomach was supported on the wedge and her bottom was in the air. More oil was applied, and her inner thighs and buttocks were massaged. Penny spread her legs, exposing her asshole and pussy to us. It was obvious what she wanted. Tara sighed and smiled. She turned to Mike and said "Wrists."  To me she said "Ankles."

We moved to our assigned places, retrieve the straps from below the bed, and clipped them to the cuffs Penny wore. Then Mike started to tighten up his straps, and I did the same, spread-eagling Penny on the bed. She felt the tug of the straps for the first time, and said lazily "What are you doing?"

"Just strapping you down slave, so you can't move" said Tara lightly. "We are going to play with you now, and we don't want you to close your legs. Sean is going to finger fuck your ass again.  I might do that too, and maybe the slave boy will play with it. And all sorts of things might happen to your pussy."

Penny didn't struggle. She did make a muffled squeal as cold oil hit her most sensitive areas, and another gasp as Tara's fingers opened her pussy up while Mike gripped her buttocks, holding them apart for me to slide a finger into her bottom. We made her come quite quickly, our oiled hands rubbing her nipples and neck and thighs, in and around her pussy and ass, her toes and fingers, stimulating every erogenous zone.

Tara and Mike both fingered her anally, as well as in her pussy, Tara at one point having a hand with her thumb in Penny's bottom and three fingers in her slit, vigorously pumping both holes at the same time. 

As Penny approached her first orgasm Tara pulled her thumb out, and called to Penny "Hey, girl, you want your Master's finger in your ass when you come?"

Penny gave a muffled gasp. Tara asked her again "Do you want him to finger fuck your ass?"

Penny wrenched her head sideways and said "Yes, please!"

Tara grinned at me. "You had better ask him to then," and she fast frigged Penny's clitoris and finger fucked her pussy. 

Penny writhed in her bonds, the breath driven out of her, and gaped "Please Master, finger fuck my ass! Oh please, quickly, I'm going to come!"

I slid a finger deep into her, feeling her muscles begin to spasm, and said "You may come now Slave."

Tara grinned at me. I kept my finger in place as Penny's orgasm subsided, and Tara motioned Mike to climb on the bed and straddle Penny's bottom. I reached out and took his cock, and guided it into my girlfriend's pussy, rubbing it across her wet lips first, and pulling it into her for the first inch or two. She moaned and began to rotate her hips, pushing back as much as she could given the way her hands were tied. It was strange to feel the muscles move inside her, and Mike's cock moving in and out of her. But the angle was difficult for me, and I had to slide my finger out. 

Tara, on the other side, quickly slipped a finger in. I sat back to enjoy the scene. Tara had one hand beneath Penny, frigging her clit, the other above curling a finger into her ass. Mike was swiftly and deeply shafting her pussy. Penny was panting and rocking, enjoying every moment of it. And I wasn't jealous. Because I realised that I really liked watching her get fucked. Even more than watching Tara and Mike. Seeing Penny having sex, her body moving in pleasure, hearing her moan and sigh and make that little "Oh" of uncontrolled excitement, was more than just a turn on. It was a feast for the senses, and filled me with a warm satisfaction as well as desire. The contrast of her honey tanned skin and Mike's Nordic pallor, his long pale cock entering between her soft brown thighs, and Tara's even paler hands stroking Penny's back and buttocks, and entering her ass, all combined to make a picture that was erotic, sensual and stunning. 

I loved her. I loved making love with her. But I loved watching her coming in their hands. 

My moment of reverie ended as Mike pulled out and made way for me to take her. I quickly stepped into his place and sank my cock into her warm and welcoming pussy. I rode her as Mike fingered her ass and Tara reached under her to play with her tits, and then after a few minutes I tapped Mike to take over. We swapped, and Tara got me to take over on Penny's nipples as she rooted through the case of toys. She held up an object to show me, and gave me a quizzical smile.

I said "Okay," and reached to take it from her.

Mike pulled out, and held Penny's buttocks open, exposing her open pussy and her asshole. It was a view that would have shocked me if I saw it in a porn mag, but now it was simply exciting. Tara squeezed gel onto Penny's bottom and began to rub it around the ring, while I squeezed more onto the black rubber butt plug in my hand. It was the smallest one that Tara owned, a little fatter than a finger at the  maximum flare out towards the base, but no bigger than my thumb. The rounded tip was smaller than my index finger and easily penetrated Penny's bottom. In fact the whole thing slid into her with no resistance. I felt it settle in as the bulge passed her sphincter muscles and she tightened round the thinner shaft that connected to the T shaped end. Penny gave a sigh of delight as it popped home. 

Looking at her I again had the strongest urge to get a photograph. Penny Harty's ass with a butt plug in it, oiled all over, pussy wet and open, just recently shafted, by me and another man, soon to have two cocks in it again. She was so smooth and shiny, tight and firm, 21 years old, fit and horny, and loving it. A vision of abandon and hedonism. I had to have her. 

She came as I shafted her. I could feel the rubber plug against my cock as I went into her, and when she came her ass clenched it and her pussy clenched me and I was squeezed against the hard rubber behind that thin wall of flesh. She came hard, noisy, thrashing against the straps, breathing hard. I carried on shafting her deeply, timing my strokes with her breaths, driving her on to another orgasm. Then I let Mike take her, and he did the same, not letting her down from peak, making her come, and come again, until it was my turn. 

I paused for a moment as I knelt between Penny's spread knees. Her pussy was open, I could see down inside her body, and watched as the walls of her pink honey-pot rippled and moved. She was breathless now, past her peak, out into a post orgasmic haze. The butt plug was sitting a little up, half an inch perhaps. I put my finger on it and pressed down, and saw her lift her bottom towards it, her buttocks flexing, her pussy closing. It was fascinating. 

I lifted my hand and the plug rose up again. I grasped the base of it and pulled gently. I could feel the bulge catch against her muscles, and pulled a little more, easing it up, opening her ass. It came up suddenly in a rush, three inches squeezed out,  but an inch left in her. I pushed down. 

Penny moaned, but not in discomfort, and I felt the bulge pop back into place. So I pulled up again. Slowly I repeated the cycle, as Tara and Mike watched and Penny moaned each time a little louder. She began to move her hips in time with my pull and push. 

Tara almost whispered "Ooh, look, she's ass-fucking herself.  God that's making me horny." In a lower tone she added "Come round her and fuck my pussy, Boy," as she lifted herself onto her knees and wiggled her bottom. Her face was only inches from the rubber shaft that I was now popping in and out of Penny's hole. I saw Tara's hand burrow beneath Penny, and emerge between my girlfriend's thighs, a finger poised to penetrate her, and then rub her clitoris with the mix of oil and gel and girl come. 

Penny exploded. Her body jumped up, forcing the butt plug all the way in and her clit hard against Tara's hand. Then she started a rapid bobbing movement, as I held the plug, so it was sliding in and out, each time the bulge would open her up as it moved in both directions.  She began crying out, incoherent noises, dying away to grunts and gasps and then with a body stiffening, long drawn out gurgle she froze. Her breath stopped. 

Tara kept frigging her. I held the plug half in, and slowly, ever so slowly, pressed it down. As the bulge popped inside and her ass closed around the narrower shaft she collapsed with a groan, and lay panting. 

Tara lurched forward. She put her hand on mine and pulled up, causing another moan from Penny as the plug came out, and then with Mike still riding her from behind she pushed my hand away and leaned over Penny, pulling her cheeks wide so she could rim her.  Penny writhed a little but sighed as Tara's tongue soothed her muscles, and I watched as my girlfriend's ass closed softly. 

Tara looked up at me with glazed eyes, and said "Untie her." 

I moved to do as she said, as Mike and Tara carried on. I was amazed at Mike's stamina, and I could tell from the red patches on his cheeks that he was going to come soon. 

When I got the straps loose I undid them and gently pulled Penny onto her side, then her back, and over onto me to hold her as I removed the blindfold.  Tara flung herself down onto the empty space beside us, twisting onto her back and welcoming Mike between her legs. She was gleeful as she said "Come in me, Boy, fill me up." 

The two were locked in a kiss as her legs wrapped round his back, and it didn't take long before she began to chant her way through exhortations and passionate groans, coming and swearing and screaming, and demanding his spunk. Like a good slave he obeyed, driving deep and arching his back, face flushed red, a roaring groan as he jetted inside her, and then fierce kisses, claiming her, proclaiming his love, slowing into softness, gentleness and affection, turning into lovers again. 

Penny had clung to me, limp and exhausted, but aware of my whispered love, and had kissed my chest and returned a whisper, but now I realised she was asleep. Deeply, softly, gone, like a child kept up too late. It made me feel good. 

Tara looked across at us, and smiled as she said "Poor lamb. You brutes have worn her out."

They pulled the duvet over us, and although it was only three in the afternoon we all slept.



I was woken by soft kisses, and Penny smiling at me. "Hi honey, Tara's making tea, but I brought you a glass of orange."

I struggled upright, saying "Thanks. Hmm. I needed that. How are you doing Lovergirl?"

"Good. Great." she leaned forward "Thank you, Master," she said in a deep, soft voice full of love and suggestion. 

"Oh, still Master then?"

She laughed "Sean Carver, you keep doing things like that to me and I'll call you whatever you want me to call you."

"So you liked that?" I said. 

She blushed and looked down. "Yes, Master."

I laughed "Well if you are good I might do it again. But first I think we all need a shower and to change this bed". 

"Mistress Tara and the Boy have already had a shower. I was sent to wake you and help you. Then we are to dress for dinner."

I think I have mentioned how much I enjoy showering with a woman. I love being soaped all over, and returning the favour, and the sensation of a slippery squirming girl against me. I had a hard on, and would have happily spent an hour enjoying Penny's body, but she reminded me that "Mistress Tara respectfully requests that we are not too long in the shower, and we dress for dinner. She says what I wear is up to you, but she thought fully clothed would make a nice change of pace, Master."

I decided that Penny should wear a blouse, bra and skirt, hold up tights and high heels, but no knickers. I had removed her cuffs and collar before we showered, and thought about whether or not to put them on her again.  She suggested something symbolic would be better - "I have some jewellery with me that might be nice."  She  insisted on me placing a bracelet on her wrist and another on her ankle, and putting her necklace on her myself. As I fastened each thin chain on her body Penny said "Thank you Master," in that tone of pleased submission I was beginning to recognise and, to my surprise, enjoy. 

Downstairs Tara and Mike were busy in the kitchen and suggested that I should go and sit in the living room, and that Penny should keep me company.  She sat beside me and snuggled against me as we talked. It was strange. She started by saying that she was happy, and that she wasn't sure that she should be. And then it all began tumbling out of her. How she had felt free for the last two days as a slave, how she hated her parent's religion, and never wanted to go to church again, and if she did she would be wearing something sexy, and not feel guilty. She would wear her anklet and bracelet from now on as a reminder to herself of what it was to be free, to be a slave to love. And sex. 

She was scared and defiant at the same time as she told me she loved sex. She loved all of it. She loved being naked, being watched, being touched. She said she had almost come when Mike put the spreader bars on her and hoisted her arms up in front of us the night before. She had felt naked, exposed, and helpless, but powerful as well. We were staring at her. We had to look, we had to desire her. And when Mike lifted her legs and exposed her pussy, and her ass... 

Penny looked up at me. "I felt even more naked when you could look at my bottom. And then you covered it with your finger. And you put your finger in me. And it was even more inside me than when you touch my pussy. Is that odd?  You would think  my pussy would be the most intimate part of me, but sometimes I think when I suck your cock that it is so much more intimate than having it in me down there.  But what would it be like to have your cock in my bottom? I have been thinking about that.  Maybe that's why Tara seemed to like it so much.  Maybe we should try that."

I swallowed, and said "Okay, if you like. But I'm worried about hurting you. It's not what they were made for."

Penny laughed. "I've talked to Tara about it. She has been doing it with Mike for months, and she is fine. She says as long as I'm relaxed and you aren't too rough, it will be good.  She has offered to help you, maybe use a vibrator in me to open me up for your cock. Ooh, I see that appeals to you."

I was hard again. "Well, I can't deny it. Would you mind rearranging things for me, I'm caught up."

"Of course Master." Penny said, smiling as she slipped her hand into my trousers and pulled my cock upright, giving me a few slow strokes. I pulled her to me and kissed her. There was love and passion and desire in her lips. 

Then the doorbell rang. 

Penny and I looked at each other quizzically and heard Tara calling out "Hang on a moment" as she crossed the hall. 

There were voices, and Tara said "Andrew, Seana, how good to see you. No, no, you aren't disturbing us, actually we were just about to have dinner, but come on in."

I heard a female voice protesting, but Tara said "No, not at all, Sean and Penny are here, but there is loads of food in the house, come on in and join us."

The door opened and I saw Seana Kearns in the doorway, with her boyfriend Andy Kelly behind. Andy had been at school with Mike and me, Seana had been in Penny's school, so we all knew each other well enough, although we hadn't seen each other in a couple of years. 

Hands were shaken, cheeks kissed, drinks fetched, and news caught up. Andy, a sandy haired, wiry guy with quite piercing grey eyes and a rich laugh was training to be a bank manager, following in the family footsteps. Seana, whose dad was a doctor, was training as a nurse. They had been going together almost as long as Penny and me, and now lived together in a flat off the Lisburn Road. 

They had been on their way to the cinema and had called in to invite Mike and Tara to go with them, but since dinner was offered...

I wondered for a moment if this was a set up. Andy had been a close friend of Mike's throughout school and beyond, as had I, but we had not been close to each other. But I knew from Mike that he and Tara had shared partners with Andy and Seana. Had they arranged this 'accidental' drop in, planning to get a larger group together for some fun and games?  The fact that Tara had insisted we dress for dinner might suggest that this was pre-arranged.  But there was no sign of any anticipation or excitement or sexual tension in Andy or Seana at the start of the evening. They seemed genuine in their surprise at seeing Penny and me, and the conversation was relaxed and normal. 

Things subtly changed as time went on. Gin and tonic before dinner, white wine with the starter, red with the main, Andy agreeing to leave the car and taxi it home later, a sweet golden muscat with dessert, port and brandy and Cointreau with coffee, all combined with good food and conversation to mellow us all, and for some flirtation to emerge. 

Tara of course flirted with everyone, and Mike paid great attention to both Penny and Seana, and I wasn't surprised that Seana flirted back with him, and Andy with Tara, but then Andy started to pay attention to Penny, and Seana was a little coquettish with me. Which was nice. I had always fancied her. Middle height, slim, short blonde hair in a bob, boyish figure but cute smile and sparkling blue eyes, Seana was clever and funny. A bit of a tomboy, but cute and sexy with it. 




Bad Penny Ch. 03



So after dinner we drifted back to comfortable seats in the living room, and Mike made the rounds with more wine, and there was a definite touch of tension in the air. Of course it was Tara who made the running. 

"Seana, my dear, you remember the weekend after the Halloween party?" she said, innocently. 

Seana laughed, and said archly, "Ye-es."

Tara looked at her with her wicked eyebrow raised. "Want to relive old times?"

Seana glanced at Penny and me, and then Tara, who nodded subtly. She looked at Andy, and asked simply "Well? You fancy it?"

Andy had caught sight of Mike's trademark grin, and was smiling as well. He looked at me with an enquiring expression, and a flick of the eyes towards Penny before he looked back at me. "I fancy all sorts of things," he said and glanced at Penny again.

I smiled, and nodded, and said "Well they do say a little of what you fancy does you good." I looked over to Seana and added "Would you agree?"

She was grinning. "Perhaps. What does Penny think?"

Tara broke in before Penny could say anything. "Penny's opinion does not count. She has already agreed to do whatever Sean and I command this weekend."

Seana laughed again. "Oh, you are playing that game are you? And you Mike?"

"I am at your command, Mistress Seana," he said and bowed. 

Seana looked at me. "Your opinion counts doesn't it?  You pulled the black ball? Or the pink?"

Tara laughed then "We didn't draw. Penny volunteered, nominating Sean as her Master.  Yes, sweet isn't it?"

"So where do we fit in?" asked Seana. 

"Wherever you like.  All volunteers today, Master Sean and I are accepting slaves, and willing to share our Boy and Girl with other Masters or Mistresses." said Tara. 

Seana and Andy looked at each other.  Andrew said "I trust Tara, and Sean's a good guy. I'm happy enough. Or we can get a taxi, no problem. It's your call."

Seana looked very briefly at me, a flashing glance that sent a thrill down my spine.  She lifted her glass and said "Here's to hedonism." She downed it in one,

Andy raised his. "And bohemian depravity."

They kissed, a loving peck, and Seana turned to face Tara. She slipped off the sofa onto her knees and said "How can I serve you Mistress?"

Andy surprised me by following suit. 

Beside me Penny clutched my arm, and gasped. Both Andy and Seana glanced at her and smiled. Tara stood up and walked over them. She looked down at their upturned faces and said "You promise to be good slaves, and do as Master Sean and I command?" 

"Yes, Mistress" they both said. 

"The safe word is 'Buffalo'. If you are in distress say it and whatever is being done will stop.  Now girl kiss me and lick me." Tara stepped forward and lifted her skirt. I couldn't see what Seana did under there, but I could guess. Andy sat patiently. Then Tara turned to him and pressed his head into her crotch. "Hmmn, good boy."  She turned to Seana and said "Now girl, let me see you lick that other girl out."

Seana looked across at Penny and I thought she hesitated for a half second, but she started to crawl towards where we were sitting and I said to Penny "Lift your skirt and open your legs, Slave,  I want to see if this new girl is any good at pussy licking." Penny grinned and said "Yes, Master."

Two seconds later I witnessed the delightful sight of Seana's pink tongue separating the hair covered folds of my girlfriend's pussy, her blonde head and pale face a wonderful contrast to the tanned thighs and dark curls that Penny exposed at my command.  

Mike was helping Tara out of her blouse and skirt, revealing that she was wearing a cream and white basque, with suspenders holding her matching stockings. Andy was easing a pale lacy thong off over one of Tara's feet, as he continued to lick between her legs. 

I turned back to Penny, and Seana. "You may put a finger in her Slave, but keep licking her. And you Girl, while she is licking you, get your tits out. I want to suck them."

Penny immediately unbuttoned her blouse and began to try to take it off, which was awkward as she was leaning back for Seana. I told her to leave it on. "You can just undo your bra and remove it, and leave your blouse open." 

Penny had gorgeous breasts. Her Mediterranean genes gave her dark brown nipples to crown the soft pale brown cones that pointed straight up. I did want to suck them, but I fondled them first while I watched Seana slip a finger into Penny's pussy and then dip her face to lick her clit. Penny was enjoying it, but I suddenly had the urge to see that blonde head bobbing over Penny's dark breasts, those pink lips on her nipples. "Come up and suck these tits now, Girl, you can keep finger fucking her as well."

Seana was happy to do as I said. She quickly moved to grab Penny's right breast and squeeze it while she almost devoured the left one. "God but you have great teats, Penny. I use to look at them in the showers at school and I was so jealous!"

She moved to the other side drawing Penny's nipples up with great sucking noises. "Oh I wish I had tits like these."

I had leaned close to Penny's head to get a good view of what Seana was doing and I said to her in quiet, confidential tones, "Did you ever look at Seana in the shower?"

Penny was wild eyed as she looked at me. "Yes!" she confessed. 

"And did you want to suck her tits?" I asked. 

Penny looked worried for a moment and said "It was her hair.  Her blonde hair down there. I was looking at it."

Seana looked up. "Really? You looked at my bush?"

Penny was blushing now, and twitched as Seana rubbed her thumb across her clit. "Yes. I had never seen a blonde one. Mine is so dark."

I laughed. "I have never seen a blonde one either. We will both have to have a close look, later. But tell me, in the showers at school, did you want to kiss her?"

Seana said "Yes," a half moment before Penny did.

"Well why don't you kiss now?"

The two girls looked at each other for second and then hesitantly Penny sat up and touched her lips to Seana's. It was a nervous kiss, a first kiss. She pulled back and said "Hi."

Seana's eyes sparkled and she was blushing. "Hi Penny. You know I never thought I would ever do this. But I'm glad." Seana took another kiss. Then another, and Penny met her with soft enthusiasm. I watched as they explored each other, hands now roaming a little an kisses becoming passionate, and wondered at the strangeness of it.

Seana had gone straight to licking Penny's pussy without hesitation. Penny had opened her legs and bared her breasts, and Seana had ravaged those as well. But these kisses on the lips were so much more intimate that they had been shy. It was like what Penny had said about sucking my cock. The thought of which was suddenly very attractive. I could put it between the two girls lips and see Seana suck me. And then fuck her. I wanted to see that blonde bush, lick her out and slide my cock in. 

But I didn't want to interrupt the highly arousing scene before me. I glanced at the others. Mike was now stripped to his posing pouch, with his huge erection poking out of the side of it and into Tara's mouth. Andy was on his back with Tara sitting on his face, her hands were busy behind her wanking his cock that was poking out of his open fly. I couldn't help noticing that it was a much more normal size, comparable to my own. Then I caught Mike's eye. He was, as ever, grinning. 

I almost laughed, but a hand on my upper thigh, sliding towards my crotch, stopped me. I was delighted when I looked down to see that it was not just Penny's hand, but that she was holding Seana's in her own and guiding the pretty blonde to feel the erection beneath my trousers.  I placed my hand on theirs and squeezed them against me. Reaching with my other hand to stroke Penny's exposed right breast. 

On the floor Tara was now bending forward over Andy's face, his hands were on her breasts as she had flipped the cups of the basque down, and Mike was removing Andy's trousers. 

I whispered in Penny's ear "Would you like to suck Andy's cock?"

She broke her kiss with Seana and said, with a smile, "If my Master wishes. Are you sure that this girl will be enough to pleasure you by herself?" 

"I'll call you back if I think she needs help."

Penny grinned and kissed me, "Thank you, Master," she said and disengaged from Seana's embrace, adding to her "Take good care of my Master, I have to go an suck the slave Andy's cock now."

Seana laughed and said "He'll like that."

Penny quipped back "Don't they all?" and slipped away. 

Seana looked at me. "Would you like that, Master?"

Her inflection on the last word was a little mocking, but she was reaching for my belt. 

I took her hand and said "I'm sure I would, but there is something I want first." I pulled her towards me and kissed her lips. She was surprised, but quickly adapted to the change of pace. 

I drew her to me, letting my hands carefully explore her fully clothed body, and building the intensity of my kisses. I whispered to her "If you want to play slave girl I'm more than happy to be your master. But you don't have to.  I fancied you years ago when you were a flapper girl in "Thoroughly Modern Millie' and I have wanted this since then."

She looked at me. "That was fifth form! That's six years ago!"

"Yes, and I have never forgotten it. You were gorgeous. You still are. I wanted you to know that. And I remember you in 'Our Town' and 'Oliver.' I really enjoyed sitting on that stage behind you when you were doing the bit on the ladder, and I could see up your skirt to just above your knees. I fantasised about you.  I would like to make love with you Seana, in every way, and I would like to give you pleasure. And I want to know something. You flirted with me at that party after 'The Caucasian Chalk Circle,' but I was going out with Penny by then, so I didn't flirt back much. Did you mean it? Did you fancy me then?"

"Maybe. Yes. A bit. No, a lot. Yes." She said. 

"I always think that if you have fancied someone, got a bit of a buzz about them, it can fade away, but it never goes away altogether. What do you think?  Is that why you came here tonight? Because you knew I'd be here, and Penny, and you could live out your old dreams of sucking her tits and snogging me?"

"No." Seana said, and looked at me curiously, then she understood. "You think this was set up with Tara?  Sorry to burst the ego, but we really did just drop in to see if they wanted to come to the cinema. But," she snuggled closer and kissed me, "I'm very glad we did.  And that things are turning out this way. You are right Sean, I do still fancy you.  And since Andy and Penny are busy... "

We snogged. Teenage lust reignited,  we were suddenly back there like school-kids, fully clothed and innocent and too involved in the kiss to do anything else but lie back on the couch and press our bodies together. I'm sure if we had been alone we would have carried on like that for hours, slowly stripping and exploring each other, making love. It would have been a beautiful first time. But on the floor beside us things were heating up, and we were distracted by Tara saying "No!  I did not give you permission to fuck him. The first ride on this slave's cock is mine. You may fuck with the other one, there on your knees, so I can watch."

Penny said "Thank you Mistress" and went to kneel near Andy's head, with her bottom stuck up in the air. Mike quickly got down behind her, and as Seana and I watched he rubbed the end of his cock between her pussylips. 

Seana had rolled over to get a better view, so I was spooned behind her and had one hand reaching under her to hold her breast, the other on her bottom. She lifted her leg without thinking about it, to allow me to reach around the crotch of her jeans, following the seam to press against her pussy. She squirmed back against me and sighed as I found the right spot, and Mike pressed his hips forward, the head of his cock disappearing into Penny's body. 

"Christ, who would have thought it, Penny Perfect getting it doggy-style from Mike," Seana almost whispered. "Ooh, my god, look at those tits now!"

They were swinging back and forth as Mike rhythmically drove deep into Penny, and she rocked her body back to meet his thrusts.  Seana's hand worked behind her, between us, into the top of my trousers, and down to take my cock in her grip. I grunted. She squeezed me and gave me a few short strokes, her movement restricted by her position. "And there goes Tara. Andy will like that. He loves to be ridden.  Oh, Christ, Sean, help me off with these jeans."

She sat up and swung round onto her feet , standing facing me, and I sat on the sofa and undid her belt and the top button of her denims as she pulled off her tee-shirt. I kissed her tummy button as a pulled down the zip fly, and followed it with a row if kisses to the top of her knickers. I noticed the fine see through hairs on her stomach standing up. Then I looked up as she threw her bra aside and I reached to her shoulders, pulling her down so I could plant a kiss on each of her nipples. 

She  held my head as I sucked each pale pink point in turn. Her breasts were tiny, two soft and rubbery mounds, with nipples like a boy, but those nipples were hard as tuning pegs, and as  sensitive as Penny's even though they were half the size. As I sucked them I eased her jeans off her bottom, pushing them down her hips and brought my hand up between the smooth and soft flesh of her inner thighs to press against her knickers, feeling the hair and soft wet flesh beneath the cloth as I gripped her firm buttock with my other hand. 

Seana's body responded, pressing to me, knees bending, and she gasped. I released her pussy, and pulled her leg up, leaning back to see what I was doing, and untied her trainer laces. "You are beautiful, Seana. Just beautiful," I panted in my excitement.  

She held her breasts in each hand and squeezed them to make the nipples stand out. She looked disappointed at them and said "I'm sorry they aren't as nice as Penny's. You must be used to sucking those lovely tits. It's no wonder she wasn't looking at mine in the showers - there's nothing to look at!"

I had her shoe off and dropped her foot to the floor and pulled her back to me, my hands on her waist, and sucked her nipples hard again. "But they look lovely, and they taste lovely, and they feel gorgeous in my mouth."

She laughed as I reached for her other shoe, and turned her head to see what her boyfriend was doing. "Andy always says 'more than a mouthful is a waste' but I think he's not complaining now."

I looked round her. Andy was still on his back, but Penny had moved over his face so he could suck her nipples as Mike screwed her and Tara rode him. He definitely wasn't complaining. 

I laughed, and looked back at her. "And I'm not complaining either." I kissed her and helped her pull her jeans down and off her feet. She reached for my shirt buttons, and I stroked her legs and hips and sides and her breasts and stomach as I talked about how lovely each part of her was, and how I loved her her skin and  her sweet scent. "And just so you know, your lovely little tits are not as small as some I've kissed. I was with a girl last year who had a lot less than you"

"What age was she? Six?" Seana asked.

"No, early twenties I think.  And I had a very good time, although she wasn't on the pill, so things didn't get that far."

She looked askance at me, and said "You're not just saying that.  Hmm.  Well I am on the pill, so we'll just have to see how good a time you have with me."

She helped me off with the shirt and quickly bent to remove my shoes and socks. Over her head I could see Mike's flushed face as he was still ploughing into my girlfriend, and Tara was shaking all over as Andy thrust up into her. I loosened my trousers and Seana helped to pull them off, along with my underpants. I was naked, and  I appreciated her low whistle, and the slow, deliberate way she reached for my cock. "Pretty boy. Ooh aren't I a lucky girl?"

She bent to kiss it, and I relished the moment, seeing her smiling face open to take me in, her blonde hair framing her blue eyes and pale pink lips, her cheeks drawn in as she sucked me hard and took me deep. It was a vision from a teenage dream of mine. But I wanted to see her naked now. To see the fabled fair bush, to plant my open mouth on her and taste her sex. 

I pulled her up to her feet again, kissing her mouth and breast as they passed, her navel again, and taking hold of the elastic at the top of her knickers. I smiled as I began to edge them down, glancing at her face as she smiled down at me. She didn't know why I was smiling. I'm sure she thought she did, but I'm also sure she was wrong. I was smiling because I had just realised that my suspicions about this being set up by Tara and Mike were definitely wrong, because if Seana had thought she was going to be at a swinging party and have to take her jeans off she would not be wearing those pants. They were large, plain white, thick cotton knickers with broad elastic. 'Granny pants' or 'Passion killers' as some referred to them, not stereotypical sexy lingerie. But to be honest, they were sexy. They had a look of naive innocence and spontaneity about them, and they concealed the object of my desire.  The act of sliding them down over her thighs, revealing the fluffy blonde bush beneath, the prominent mound and the pink slit below, fringed in gold, was memorably arousing. 

She was very pretty. Her bush was soft and the hair was quite straight and light, and her inner lips were small and tucked away, so that her pussy was pale and pink and tiny looking.  I drew her pants down and pulled her foot up onto the seat beside me as I pulled them off it, then placed my hands on her hips and half lifted her up, bringing her pussy to my mouth. It looked exquisite, smelled sweet and spicy, felt soft against my nose, tasted salty and rich on my tongue, opened to my insistent mouth and flooded me with her arousal. She was wet and ready, and thrust her hips at me, spreading her lips on my nose and mouth and chin, grinding her clit against my face, her hands on my head. I was in heaven as I licked the ambrosia from her lips and squeezed her firm little ass with my hands. 

I devoured her. I licked up and down the length of her slit, teased her lips apart, ran my tongue-tip between the inner and outer lips on each side, over the hood of her clitoris, kissed and softly bit the tendons at the top of her legs, and the creamy flesh of her inner thighs. I pushed deep into her with my tongue, and then a finger. And then two. I even flicked my tongue over her ass, and came up to buzz her clit. Her legs were starting to go, so I eased her down, sliding her bush across my chest and stomach, holding her open as my cock touched her. I had to lift her up and shift a little, but on the third try I hit home. 

Seana looked at me with passionate longing as I lowered her onto my prick. Her pussy was warm and tight, slick and pulsing, on the edge of orgasm. She made a noise that was surprisingly deep for such small and light voiced girl, and which plugged straight through my ears and into my balls. It was visceral, primaeval, raw and animal, sexy as hell, an invitation to ravishment. 

The next few minutes were a crazy dream-scape of  flesh and sound. I don't know how we ended up on the floor with me on top, her legs spread wide and hands on her shoulder blades, tongue in her mouth, pumping my come inside her sweat slick body, feeling her nails on my back as she pulled me deeper.  I remember fragments of scenes in slow motion. Her leaning back when we were on the couch so I could see her blonde haired pussy lips descending on my shaft. Her head jerking up to send her hair flying in a halo around her head as I thrust up into her. Her hand in mine, fingers twisted as she came, and I sucked her nipple, and she cried out to God. Her foot in my hand, toes in my mouth as I pulled against her upraised thigh with the other hand to drive my cock home as she lay on the floor with her arms above her head, face flushed and breathless. Her stomach muscles twitching beneath my hand as I caressed her and kissed her clitoris. Moments of beauty I'll never forget. 




Bad Penny Ch. 04



I arrived at Mike's on my own that Friday evening. Penny had arranged to meet Tara in town at lunchtime, and I had a late tutorial. So it was nearly six when I rang the door, and my breath was caught by what I saw when it was opened. 

Penny was in full slave gear. Mostly leather and chains, although there was not much of either. She had a leather collar with a lead attached, and her hair was pulled back. Her nipples were showing above the balcony bra, and her thong was mostly chains with a tiny triangle of leather on it. There was no hair showing around it. She was standing on a low table in the middle of the hall, in catwalk model pose, one leg slightly bent, one arm up with hand behind her head, the other on her hip. 

It was Tara who had opened the door, throwing it wide to display my girlfriend in this outrageous pose, and she laughed at my stunned expression. I looked at her, and if my mouth had not already been open it would surely have been. 

Tara was dressed in a silk basque. It was striped in black and gold, it left her breasts almost entirely exposed, and it stopped just below the top of her ginger bush, which was now trimmed short and into a neat triangle. She was wearing bright red lipstick, and I had noticed a colour matching lip mark on Penny's right nipple. 

Both of them would have been visible from the street. I hurried to get in and close the door as Tara said "Welcome back Master Sean. Our slaves are ready for your pleasure. The Boy is in the kitchen, but I will call him if you would like your cock sucked now."

It took me a moment to get my bearings. I was back in that crazy world again, and the shock was disturbing. "Ah, no, no, I don't need him. I'm sure he is busy cooking. Anyway I'm sure this girl would be able to suck my cock if I needed it. Or perhaps you might do it?"

Tara grinned "I might. But just now the Girl can't suck you. Hadn't you noticed?"

Penny was gagged. How had I not seen that? A black leather bolster was strapped into her mouth. "Oh, yes, of course," I stumbled out. "But I could remove it."

Tara frowned "I would prefer if you didn't, Master Sean. She is being punished for being cheeky to her Mistress. I told her she had to wear it for an hour. She has forty minutes to go."

"Ah. Well, if you have ordered punishment, well, I wouldn't want to interfere, Mistress Tara," I said, again trying to find my way and pick up the rules of this game. 

"Would you like a drink, Sean? And perhaps to slip into something more comfortable? Or at least out of your jacket?" Tara said, like a good hostess. 

I agreed I needed a drink. 

Tara ordered Penny to fetch me a gin and tonic, and we went into the living room. Tara sat on the sofa opposite me, picking up her own G&T, which I had interrupted by my arrival. Semi-naked and in any other circumstance quite ravishable, she chatted away about the events of the last two weeks, and she ignored Penny's near naked form as she came back with my drink and then stepped up onto the coffee table to take her pose and await further orders. It was surreal. 

I wanted to ask about Penny's sudden lack of pubic hair. I could see that her thong at the back was simply a thick chain, and it had sunk slightly into her slit at the front. She was shaved. Was there anything under the small leather triangle? When had this happened? Why? But somehow I couldn't say anything. The game was clearly that Tara and I should pretend to ignore her, and also ignore Tara's near nudity. It was a strange sort of self teasing.

So we talked about my studies (exams were beginning to loom) and Tara's work (animal rescue charity, an incongruous occupation, I thought) and about some ridiculous local politician's latest gaffe. And then Tara suddenly switched the conversation around and said "Oh yes I meant to say, I have been instructing the slaves this afternoon. The Boy has been told he may not come in the Girl's pussy this weekend, and may only come if permission is given. The Girl has been told that she should expect you to come in her ass at least once every day."

I nearly choked on my gin. "Pardon?" I said. 

"Yes," Tara drawled, "I think it is time she got ass-fucked. She enjoyed the play with the butt-plug and the vibrator last time, and you liked fucking her with your finger and the plug, so I think it is time she had your cock up her bum. Of course she agreed when I told her. So I spent a little time this afternoon getting her ready. I gave her a good wash out with the irrigator, and two full syringes of lubricant afterwards. But I haven't done much to stretch her yet. I was leaving that to you. I thought with her well lubed up inside you could break her in hard, if you wanted to. Just fuck her as she is. But if you want to loosen her up a little, since you are always such a gentleman, even to slave-girls, I have a range of butt plugs you could use. You could put one in now and maybe change it for a slightly bigger one before dinner, then swap it for a larger one before dessert and she should be ready for a nice tight fucking after coffee. What do you think?"

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Penny looking at me. Despite the gag I thought she was smiling, excited and amused by this lewd proposal. I tried to play it casual, I shrugged. "Well, as you say, I prefer the gentle touch."

Tara turned to Penny and said "Get the butt plugs and lube, Girl."

Penny bowed to her, and left the room. Tara said "She is coming on well, don't you think? She begged me this afternoon to help her get ready for you to take her anal cherry. She said she wants you to be her first since that will mean you took her virginity in all three holes. Romantic, yes?"

"Ah, yes, very romantic." I said, and she laughed at my discomfort. 

"You still don't get it do you, Sean. She loves you, and she wants you to have her. Not just as girlfriend, but to possess her. She wants to be owned entirely by you. She wants to be yours and to prove she is yours by giving you everything, doing everything for you. The girl is a slave at heart. And she is anally orgasmic, you lucky boy. Not all women like it, but she almost came when I was giving her the enema."

I couldn't process this, although the image that flashed in my mind set my cock shifting uncomfortably. "And I take it you shaved her?"

Tara looked a little shifty. "Sorry, Sean, yes. I meant to just trim her, like I did with mine, but then we chose the thong, and I trimmed a bit more, and well, I'm sorry you missed the fun. But she'll need shaved again tomorrow and Sunday, so you can do it then. Although Mike would love to have a go, if you'll let him."

Before I could answer the door opened and Penny came back in, carrying a tray. 

On it was a range of vibrators, dildoes and butt plugs, as well as a tube of lubricating gel and a bowl of warm water with a slice of lemon in it. She had a towel over her arm, like a maid serving afternoon tea. 

She placed them on a small table beside me, and stood waiting. Tara took control before I could think of what to say or do. She left her couch and came across to mine, sliding in behind the table and talking as she moved. "Well Master Sean I do hope the selection of toys is sufficient and pleasing. You don't mind if I join you, do you, I would love to see what you do with her. Now turn around girl and bend over."

Penny did as she was told, and stood with her hands on her knees, facing away from me, her bottom within reach. I could clearly see the chain dipping between her pussy lips, and the half concealed opening of her anus, all clean and hairless. 

"Now Girl, pull that thong aside so your master can get a proper view of your arse. That's it, now hold your ass cheeks open. There Sean, isn't that a better view. Anus virgina, ready for your cock. Or some other stimulant. How about this one?" said Tara, picking out a huge black-rubber anatomically correct (but exaggerated) dildo.

I knew she was joking, but I shook my head solemnly. "No Mistress Tara, I want my slave in my bed, not a hospital bed. Something smaller."

"This one? It buzzes." said Tara, lifting and switching on a slim white rod. 

I held my hand out for it. She gave it to me to look at, and I measured it by curling a finger round it. It was quite pointed, and I was suddenly turned on by the idea of what I was about to do. 

I was finding all of this strange and shocking, increasingly feeling that I was out of my depth, or that a great joke was being played on me, but with the vibrator in my hand and Penny right before me, a wave of calm and erotic excitement washed over me. It was as if someone inside me had said 'Go with the kinky flow, and enjoy it,'

I nodded, and smiled. Tara reached for the lube, and squirted a blob onto the end of the vibrator. 

She smiled at me as I moved it over towards Penny's bottom. Penny made a stifled gasp when it touched her. 

I had gone straight to the centre of her puckered hole, no foreplay, no warning, just delicately placing the tip of the vibrating toy against her opening. She rocked forward a little and Tara said sharply "Hold still Girl, don't you dare move away from your Master."

Penny went still, and I felt her tremble as I rested my left hand on her naked buttock and twisted the tip of the dildo around against her bottom. Just the merest fraction of an inch pressed her ass open. Then I put a little more force on it and heard her try to gasp again as the smooth rod slid in about two inches, spreading the tight ring of muscle that fought to close her body. 

I felt her body clench the vibrator, and she made little grunting noises as I moved it in and out a little, and I turned the vibrations down slow. After a few moments the spasms passed, and it was easy to move it, several inches gliding in and out of her, and Penny making a noise that could only be pleasure driven.

"Hmm, well that seems to fit alright." I said. "In fact I think she could take something a bit larger."

Tara laughed "Why don't you put this in her, all the way up, then she can just wear it while

She gets us another G&T."

She was holding a butt plug. Not large, less than an inch in diameter at the widest and only a few inches long, but shocking in it's obvious function. I thought of what Tara had said to me a few weeks before, about Penny wearing one to lectures, and how I had been incredulous and a little disgusted, as well as excited, at the idea.

Looking at it now I had a twist of thinking. I wanted to see if it fitted. I suddenly wanted to be the one to put it in her, now and maybe again. Then I thought of a twist on the great, if scary, sexual games we had been playing around the University in the last week or so. I had a vision of meeting Penny in the library at Uni, making her bend over and slipping it into her, then sending her off to her class with a pat on the bottom, knowing she would be sitting on it the whole time, having it press up inside her and move when she shifted on her seat. Pretty Penny Harty, daddy's little girl, butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, prim and proper and just a bit prudish. That was her public face. The girl I fell in love with. Well she was showing a different side to her personality now, and I was ready to indulge it.

I honestly think that was the start of my corruption. 

Up until then in my heart I had fought against it, but as Tara handed me the plug and touched the gel to the tip, and I pulled the vibrator out and simply pressed the plug into my girlfriend's ass-hole, slotting it into her, pushing it deeper than the vibe had been, opening her up just a little more, feeling her sphincter clasp it as the shaft narrowed again past the maximum bulge, and her body pull it into her, then, at that moment, something changed. In my heart I owned her. I owned her ass. I owned her body. She was mine to do with as I please, to please me. And a world of possibilities opened up, and another world ceased to be. 

It was only later, maybe a year later, that I realised that I stopped being fully human that night, because I stopped thinking of her as fully human. It was only then, far too late, that I was ashamed. 

But that night I popped the butt plug into Penny's ass, pulled the chain of her thong back in place over it, and patted her on the buttocks, saying "Good idea Mistress Tara. Off you go Girl, get us more Gin and Tonics."

She straightened up, and wiggled her bottom a little to settle the butt-plug in place, and went off to the kitchen without looking back at me. I washed my hands in the finger bowl and dried them on the towel and watched Penny's ass with the plug in it as she crossed the room, until she closed the door behind her. 

"Nice ass, isn't it?" said Tara, who had been watching me. 

"Yes," I answered. 

"You are going to enjoy fucking it this evening, aren't you?"

I looked round at her, sitting beside me. "Yes. I think I will. And then, according to our deal, I get to fuck yours."

"No, Sean, the deal was that you were not allowed to fuck mine before you fucked hers. I didn't say you could fuck mine at all. Although I think, for fairness, if you get to fuck mine, Mike should get Penny's ass as well. And he would very much like to do that."

"That's a deal. I'd be happy to watch her get buggered by Mike. I think she would like it. Especially if she was tied up. Or down. Maybe on the piano stool? For that matter, I would like him to do her while I'm in her pussy, the way you got Mike and me to do you."

Tara looked at me thoughtfully then. She opened her mouth to say something, hesitated and closed it, and then, after a pause for thought, opened it again and spoke, saying something completely different, I think. What she said was "Master Sean, I think you are beginning to understand."

"You may be right. And you know I think I'm beginning to understand Mike as well, and you. Would you like to see me fuck him in the ass?"

Tara blushed. It didn't often happen. "Sean Carver, you naughty boy."

"Master Sean, please. I am not, and never will be, your Boy, or anyone else's. Ah and here is my Girl with our drinks. Bring them here. Give the tray to Mistress Tara and clear that one off the table. Good. Now bend over so I can check your plug is in place. Good. Pretty ass, especially with something in it. Which could also be said of your pussy," I said and caressed the bare lips that I could see as she bent over. 

Tara had been flustered by my remarks, but resumed her role as mistress and said "Your gag can come off in a couple of minutes, but I think you need to go and help the Boy with dinner, it should be ready soon and he will need a hand to serve it. However, I'm sure you have got used to the plug by now, so we should change it. Would you like to put this one in her Master Sean, or would you like me to do it? Or perhaps you should get her to do it. I don't think Penny has ever put something up her own bottom before."

"Good point, Mistress Tara." I said, and she smiled a wicked smile. "Girl, I want you to see you take that plug out of your ass, and then put this one in."

Penny nodded assent, and took the plug from me. She applied lubricating gel to it and hesitated a moment. Tara held the chain thong aside for her and with her left hand Penny gripped the plug that was in her bottom, and slowly pulled it out. It resisted at first, the thicker part of the plug inside her having to stretch her open a little, then it popped out an inch quite quickly and she drew the rest slowly. I watched her asshole carefully. It looked relaxed, but not open the way Tara's was when Mike fucked her.

Penny quickly placed it onto the tray, without straightening up, and then guided the tip of the new, larger plug onto her ass with her right hand. She twisted it a little to open herself to it, then once the tip was in she simply pressed it home, steadily, until it popped into place as her ass closed around the stem and the flanged base was up against her. She stayed bent over for us to see, until Tara said "Very good Girl, you may go to the kitchen now and help the Boy, and have him remove your gag."

As soon as the door was closed Tara turned to me with a smug look and said "You think you understand me, and Mike and Penny, but I don't think you understand you. I know something about you that you haven't worked out yet."

"Entirely possible," I said. "Self delusion is one of my specialities. But you have to tell me now."

"I knew that given the suggestion to have me, or Penny do that, you would go for it. You see you are not submissive, but you are not the kind of Master who gets their big kick out of doing things to others. You are a voyeur, Sean, so you want to be a director, not an actor. Oh you like having nice things done to your body, and you get a thrill from being in control of that, but I really think you would have as much fun watching Penny get fucked while you had a wank as you would have if you did the fucking."

"Well, I'm not sure about that," I began, but Tara cut me off. 

"If Mike, or Penny, or I was asked to go on a stage and strip and masturbate and show off our bodies to an audience, or to go on and fuck with each other for all to see, we would do it and enjoy it. You wouldn't enjoy that. You are not an exhibitionist. Oh, you might fuck a good looking girl for fun while others watched, but being watched wouldn't turn you on. It might even put you off. At most you would be turned on by imagining how it looked to the audience. Not being watched, but imagining being a watcher. You are an active voyeur, a dominant one, but not a Dom Master in the full sense."

"Dom Master?" I asked. 

"Dominant, as opposed to Sub, for submissive. Penny is joyously sub. You are reluctantly Dom, when it comes to ordering her, or anyone else to pleasure you, but much more at ease ordering her to do things with others so you can watch. I find it interesting."

I looked at Tara for a moment and sipped my gin. Then I said "Penny once said that I was always too careful about what I said or did. Even when I was doing something in the middle of a room it was like I was also standing in the corner looking at myself, monitoring myself. Except, she said, when I came. She said there was a point in our lovemaking when I was all there, not in the corner as well, and she could tell when that happened, and she loved that."

I sipped my gin again. 

"I hated that idea. I fought it. I want to be there, and be in the centre. But she was right. I watch myself. You are right. I like watching others. I'm not sure that I'm happy about that."

Tara took my hand, and said in a gentle voice that she didn't often use. "Sean, you are a good guy. Being a voyeur and being self conscious, and a bit shy, are often tied up together. But you aren't cruel, or nasty. You like to be in control, but you don't want to hurt people. And you don't try to look big by making other people look small. I'm sorry if you thought I was criticising you. I'm not. I've met a few hard Doms. Nasty people. They like inflicting pain and humiliation. Andy fits the bill, although now I've heard the full story from Shauna I think he's actually a psycho. Now I admit I like getting Mike to do things that other people might think would be humiliating, but only those things he enjoys doing. I treat him like a dog sometimes in front of you, but never in front of other people. And as for Penny, I know it would be easy to abuse her trust. I think we did a couple of weeks ago, or at least Andy did, and we didn't stop him. And I'm sorry about that. But never think I'd want you to be like Andy. I think you are wonderful just as you are, and I just want you to enjoy yourself, and help Penny to enjoy herself."

I shrugged "I watch myself to keep control. But I can't control myself enough to stop watching. I don't live life. I'm like one of those Japanese tourists who never sees anything on holiday except through a camera viewfinder. Not really experiencing it, just checking the focus and looking for the next shot."




Bad Penny Ch. 04



"You know why, don't you? It is because you are too smart. Mostly life is simple and boring. People talk nonsense. You can predict what they will say, and have a counter argument ready, think about three other things and take time to observe an analyse everything in the room while they struggle on to the end of the sentence. You can't help analysing and checking and predicting and thinking about it. Your brain is too big."

Tara leaned forward and kissed me. It was soft and warm, and loving. She started to undress me, and my hands moved to take her in my arms, to touch her soft shoulders and smooth buttocks, and to pull her against me. She breathed words into my ear. "You are living this, Sean. Even if part of you is too smart to switch off the analysis bit. You are worrying about what to do next. Stop worrying, I'm in charge, things will just happen.". She kissed me again, and said "And don't worry about what will happen, just go with the flow," and she kissed me again "and if you want to imagine what this looks like then you have all the brainpower you need to do it" she said as she took my hand and dragged it to her naked thigh. "and maybe you can imagine how it will feel for me when your finger slides inside me, and that's good because that's why you are so good at doing that."

"And don't worry about thinking about Mike doing this to me, or Penny doing it, or what it would be like to see them with each other, or you with Penny. I think about that too."

She was undoing my shirt as she spoke, and moved to my belt as she kissed me again. "Of course I also think ahead to what I'm about to do, plan what I'm going to do next, and think about what could happen."

She kissed me as she slipped my trousers down to my knees, then slid to the floor to pull my shoes off and remove my trousers completely. 

"I keep thinking of you fucking Penny's ass. I want to see her face when you enter her, but I want to see her ass at the same time. Difficult choice of which to watch."

My cock twitched as she spoke, and her hand went to hold it. She looked up at me as she pulled my underpants down, and I raised my bottom to let her draw them off me. I was naked as she smiled at me and said "Imagine what Penny would have said if she walked in on us doing this a couple of months ago. Now imagine what she will say if she walks in now." Tara bent to suck my cock, taking me deep in her mouth. 

All the while as she spoke, and as I kissed her and touched her, as she undressed me and caressed my body, as she took me into hers, I was battered by waves of emotion and confusion.

I was overcome by all that had happened, all that I had been worrying about for weeks. The horror of what had happened with Andy, in this room, a few weeks before. The profound emotions that Shauna had raised. The impact of the huge changes in my girlfriend and the maelstrom of the exotic and exciting and sometimes frightening things we had done. The changes in myself. 

This world of submission and domination, and sensual experimentation was all a bit much for me, even with the open minded attitude I tried to maintain. I just wanted to make quiet but passionate love to a woman I adored. Here I was being blown by a woman I certainly liked, and soon I might be performing anal sex with the girl I used to be head over heels in love with, but now...

I think I went mad then. I lost myself. 



Existential crises are not usually associated with great sex. I think Penny enjoyed that weekend. Well, I'm sure she did. For me the next two days were increasingly dreamlike. I started watching myself watching myself, while being acutely aware of the immediate sensuality of it all, and having a radical empathy with the others. I felt what it was like for them, saw it through their eyes, and heard their thoughts. Or so it seemed. And at the same time I was utterly detached. None of it mattered, none of it really happened. 

But I remember it in detail. I'm told it is called a "dissociative state." I know I felt strange for weeks afterwards, and in that time my behaviour changed and patterns of relationships formed that affected my life with Penny for years to come. At the time I had no idea of what was happening. 

I rested my hands on Tara's shoulders as she sucked me hard and rubbed my balls with her nipples. I took her waist when she came up to sit on me, feeding my cock into her pussy and pushing down to take me all the way in on the first stroke. She rode my cock slowly, her eyes closed, talking all the time about how it felt, how it looked, how she wanted to see Penny do this, to see her do it with Mike, to ride Mike herself. 

She talked about Penny's shaven pussy, how it would look with a cock in it and how she had enjoyed trimming her bush, soaping her up, cleaning off the hairs from her inner thighs, her tummy, her pussy lips, around her perineum, shaving up her buttocks, and reducing the triangle on her mons until there was nothing left, and Penny was smooth as an egg, looking like a little girl. She had de-sexed her, but she was still sexy. 

Tara talked about Penny's ass. How she had cleaned her, using an irrigator, and filled her with lubricant gel, and how Penny had submitted to it all. She told me that she had licked Penny's ass after it was all washed, and put her tongue into Penny's hole. And she told me how she loved it when Mike did that for her, and how she did it for Mike, and how Mike wanted me to fuck his ass, and how she wanted to see that. And how she wanted to see Penny sucking Mike off when he was being ass-fucked by me, and maybe see him ass-fuck Penny while I was fucking him. 

And all the time she rode me slowly, and I was rock hard, and no where near coming. I was on a plateau of arousal, turned on, but not getting any more excited. She got more excited though, and began to speak less fluidly, less quietly. She rode faster and harder, and when Penny came in to say dinner was ready Tara called her over. She spun round on my lap and rode me with her legs open, getting Penny to kneel between them. She kissed with Penny, and played with her body, made Penny suck on her nipples and go down to lick her clit as she rode my cock. I felt Penny's tongue on my shaft, and her hair on my thigh, and Tara's pussy clenching my cock, and her cries, stifled by Penny's mouth as she held her and kissed her as she came. 

And then Penny helped Tara get up off me, and we went to the dining room, as if nothing had happened. 

Dinner was superb. 

We declared manumission and suspended House Rules - the table was laden and the chairs too far apart to easily feed each other, and we had a lot to talk about, so equality and self catering made sense. 

The food was, as always, excellent. Asparagus, smoked chicken, roast beef, creme caramelle. 

Conversation ranged from music and films to local and global politics. 

It was borderline surreal. Apart from me being on the border of sanity (and I'm not sure which side) I was naked, the others were in fetish clothes, I had just had sex with my hostess, aided by my girlfriend, who was wearing a butt-plug and expecting me to have anal sex with her after dinner, and there was every chance I would be doing the same with the other two shortly after. 

And the strangest thing of all was that no one else seemed to think this was strange. 

As the meal drew to an end Penny came to pour me a coffee and picked up a strawberry to put in my mouth. I touched her cheek, and she came down to my lips, kissing me sweetly. 

"How you doin', Loverboy?" she asked. "You seem, a bit distracted tonight. You tired?"

"No, love, just, I don't know, finding it all a bit strange tonight."

She looked at me seriously an said "It's just fun, Lover, all just fun. Come and sit with me in the living room, we can curl up on the sofa and just snuggle."

I smiled at that. I liked the idea. I took her hand and she lead me away, and we ignored Tara and Mike, who were busy with each other. 

So we lay on the sofa, and we got rid of Penny's chains and leather, which was uncomfortable, and I held her and ran my hands gently over her bare back and naked limbs, and we kissed and whispered. It seemed like the first time in months that we has been like that, just lovers together. And then my finger touched the flange of her buttplug. 

It was a shock. I had lost track of its existence, but suddenly it was there. Inside her. In her bottom. Six or seven inches, at least an inch across, well lubricated but none the less continuously there, holding her sphincter open, moving as she moved, stimulating and invading, and all to prepare her for my cock. 

I jumped at the touch, and she laughed. "Had you forgotten it was there?" she asked. "I almost forget as well, for a while, until it reminds me."

"You forget?" I said, disbelief evident in my voice. 

"Yes. Strangely. It is actually very comfortable. I think you should try it."

"Really?"

"Yes. Tara says Mike loves it, and now I've tried it I can see that you might. And it would be something we could share, both have the same experience, with each other."

"Well, I'm not sure." I said, and the look of disappointment on her face was fleeting and heartbreaking. "But maybe we could try a little one."

Her smile peaked up. "And if you like that, we can see. Tara has other toys. Beads and vibrators. I think you could have lots of fun."

I looked at her and she was genuinely smiling. "You really do like it, don't you?"

"Oh yes, Sean. This thing feels lovely. And the vibe you used was fantastic. And I really do want to try having you in me. If you don't mind. I, well I think it is even more intimate than having you inside me in my pussy. And if you let me put a finger in you, or a plug, or something, you would understand that."

"You really do want me to do that, put my cock in you? It's not just part of the slave thing, being submissive?" I asked. 

"Sean Carver, I want you to do it. And I'm not taking no for an answer. This isn't a submissive thing, this is a demand. I've been thinking about it for weeks, looking forward to it, and I've been ready and waiting all afternoon. I want this, Lover. Make love to me and take me again, for the first time." Penny kissed me "Take my virginity, Sean, be my first, and I'll be yours. But first, try this."

She had my cock in her hand and now had it against her wet pussy lips. In a second I was inside and she was sliding down on me, pushing herself hard against my cock, and rubbing her clit against my stomach and pubic bone. She was tight, and I could feel the mass ofthe plug in her ass through the wall of her pussy. It was strange, but good. 

She rode me, slowly. Long deep slides, each with a sigh and a gasp. After three or four age said "Oh Sean, that is good. Oh the plug in my ass moves when I pull up like this. Oh god it feels good. Oh I think I might... Oh!"

She came. Wide eyed and making little high pitched noises, smiling and almost laughing, a little orgasm, but a lot of fun. It was delightful, refreshing, a throwback to innocent times past. 

Then after a moment of stillness she began rocking back hard on me and gave me a wild kiss, and dragged me off the sofa onto the floor. 

It was suddenly lustful, uncontrolled, still innocent but animal, as she pushed me back and launched herself at my cock, sucking me deep as she knelt beside me. I saw her hand pulling at the flange of the buttplug, and felt her gasp as she pulled it free while still trying to suck me. Then she swung her body over mine, and held my cock straight up. I looked down between us, and was stunned by the sight. 

Her unnatural shaven pudenda was strange enough as she slid the tip of my cock through her bare lips and coated it in her wetness, but then she pushed it further back, and it rested for a moment against her bottom. 

She let her weight down on me. It pushed against her opening, and then I felt something give, and her body opened to me, and the tight ring of muscle passed over the head of my cock and down my shaft. It was incredible. Not that it felt so much different to bring in her pussy, or her hand, but the visual and emotional impact was huge. I was inside her in a most intimate fashion. A taboo fashion. A way that no 'good girl' would allow, a way that symbolised and signified ultimate surrender, ultimate possession. I was buggering her, sodomising her, ass fucking her. My cock was hard in her anus, stretching her open as she rode it. I felt it penetrate her again and again, and the spasms of her muscles as they accepted the new intruder, and quivered on the way to orgasm. She was panting now with each rise and fall, gasping sometimes, single words "Oh" or "Yes" or maybe two "So good" or "Oh Sean" or "Oh gosh!"

And then she leaned forward and kissed me and said "Roll me over and fuck me Sean. I want it hard."

Mike and Tara came into the room at some point after that. I wasn't really aware of them. I was far too busy doing what I was told and revelling in it. Penny was lying beneath me with her legs up high so I could shaft her deeply, and was crying out encouragement, urging me to fuck her ass, fuck her harder, fuck her deeper, come in her ass, keep fucking her, fill her with my cock and come, just fuck her. She was frigging herself, her pussy held open as she rubbed her clit, all pink and hair free, and my cock slamming into her as she came, and her ass clamped on my cock and I kept fucking her. She was screaming, slick with sweat, hair stuck to her face, grunting and grasping and thrusting her hips, wild and free and gorgeous and fuckable and I plunged into her again and again, and came in her ass for the first time. 

I collapsed on her, and kissed her and said that I loved her, and told her she was incredible, and she giggled and said "Thank you," and then said "You were pretty good yourself." 

I pulled up and out, gently, and sat back, and looked at her. Her anus was red, and looked relaxed, but not gaping. "Are you okay?" 

She nodded. "Fine. A bit tender maybe. But fine."

Then Tara's hand appeared, with a baby-wipe. "Well done Penny, and well did, Sean. Here clean her with this."

I was surprised, but took it and gently wiped around Penny's anus. I was even more surprised when I felt Tara's hand take my cock and apply another wipe to it. She gave me a kiss when I turned to say something and forestalled my comment, saying "Got to keep it all clean. Although I'm not sure why I am being so nice to you. I wanted to see you sticking this in her for the first time. I wanted to see both your faces. Still, it looked like you both had a good time..."

We both agreed, and both accepted the cups of coffee that Mike had brought, although they were almost cold. Again a sense of strangeness hit me as I sat on the sofa with my naked girlfriend (whose ass I had just fucked and come in) talking to our semi naked friends (who had been watching). But it passed off into the general weirdness of my head as I saw Tara put down her cup and turn to suck on Mike's cock. 

Penny and I watched and cuddled and commented on events as Tara brought him erect, deep throated him (quite a sight as he was a good eight inches long) and then climbed up to ride him. She turned round to face us at one point, pulling her ginger covered lips open to show the pink inside and the pale shaft of her lover glistening as it slid up into her. She came noisily, and he kept bouncing her up and down, eventually saying "I'm close" in time for her to pop off him and get her mouth over his cock to receive his come. 

Then they kissed and cuddled and snuggled down, and I was spooning Penny on the other sofa, and a companionable post coital haze that settled on us all. Until Tara said "Would you like to see a movie?"

We had to move to allow Tara and Mike to sit on the sofa with us, for the best view of the TV. Mike put in a tape, and came back with the remotes. I was at one end, he at the other, the girls in the middle. Penny gasped, and Tara giggled as the tape began. 

It was Tara, in the bath, covered in bubbles, candles lit around her, soft music playing, her eyes closed. 

Then into the frame stepped Mike, naked and erect. 

He climbed into the bath as the film went on I had the presence of mind to notice how well it was edited, and how complex the camera work had been. This was no mere amateur production, it was multi angled, inter-cutting scenes of passionate and loving and brutal sex with erotic and sensual close ups and lingering lingerie shots. It really was very good. Highly erotic, despite the fact that I knew the protagonists well. 

Tara welcomed Mike into the tub, sucking him and using her soaped breasts to wank him. Then she turned and presented her buttocks, and he took her doggy-style, a long, slow but hard pounding. The cuts to shots of her soaping herself up, shaving her legs and armpits, stripping to get into the tub, washing herself (emphasis on nipples and pussy and ass) and her fingering herself in the tub before Mike arrived, all added to the build-up of tension. When he picked her up and turned her round to take her against the wall, holding her legs up and the shot cut to a view from between his feet, I nearly applauded. 

Then he popped her off his cock, and she slid down to take him again, and he came in her mouth, and she sucked him and swallowed his come and stood up to kiss him and hold him and the scene faded. 

I applauded then. Penny joined in. "Not over yet!" said Tara. 

The second scene was of her on the bed. Naked but for wrist and ankle straps and the spreader bars. This time Mike was in charge, roughly taking her mouth, making her deep throat him, then taking her from behind, and finally in the ass. He anally fucked her until he came inside her, and filmed the come oozing out again. In between shots included Tara walking down the street in quite provocative clothes, her being bundled into a car, carried into the house, stripped by Mike and strapped down and having her breasts massaged and sucked on while her arms were suspended from the hook in the ceiling. There were also shots of her voluntarily climbing into the car, her leading Mike into the house, her stripping and offering Mike the cuffs, and her putting her ankles onto the spreader bar. The viewer wouldn't know which story to accept as true. 

Both were beautifully shot and highly arousing. Penny started stroking my cock during the second film. I had been playing with her breasts during the first. I let my hand wander between her thighs and stroked her unfamiliar bald mound. Then I felt another hand on mine. It was Tara, reaching to feel Penny's pussy. I shared her. 

By the end of the second film Penny was obviously very turned on. Then the next scene faded in. Tara wearing a strap on dildo, with another girl. I thought it was probably Tara's cousin Naimh, but it was hard to tell from the masked face, and anyway the camera panned round to an angle that excluded her face. It did however give an excellent view of Tara penetrating the other girl's quite bushy pussy, and her deeply fucking her. I heard Tara say to Penny "I'll do you like that tomorrow, but for you it will be in the ass as well."

Penny squirmed and sighed, and Tara lifted Penny's leg over her own and ran her hand down the soft exposed inner thigh to penetrate the folds of Penny's shaven slit. 

I left Tara to it, moving both hands to Penny's breasts. We made her come again as Tara on screen was joined by Mike who face fucked the unknown girl while Tara shafted her. Mike's involvement disturbed the mask a little. I was sure it was Naimh. I wondered briefly if they could invite her over this weekend. She had a stunning body and a heart melting smile, I would love to have her, and to see her with Penny. 

As she orgasmed Penny threw her arms around Tara, and the two slid to the floor, rolling and kissing, Penny frantically humping against Tara's thigh while her hand sought Tara's pussy, and Tara herself sucked on Penny's breasts and neck. Mike and I looked at each other across the sofa and he shrugged. We turned to watch the live show and the television.




Bad Penny Ch. 04



On the TV Naimh was now being fucked by Mike. She was on her back and holding her tits up for him to suck. Tara was standing just behind Mike, lubricating his ass with gel, and rubbing some on the dildo. I could guess what was going to happen next, but could hardly believe it when I saw it. Tara knelt behind Mike and fed the tip of the strap-on into his anus. As he fucked Siobhan he pushed back on the dildo, and gradually Tara pushed forwards until he was rocking back on it all the way. Then she started fucking him as he fucked the girl. 

It was probably the most intensely erotic thing I had seen on screen. 

It went on for some time, the girl obviously orgasming, then Mike pulling out of her and spraying her with copious jets of come, and falling forward on her, Tara still ass-fucking him for a few more strokes before she pulled out and walked toward the camera, dildo waving side to side obscenely as she reached out to turn it off. 

I had hardly noticed the girls moving into a sixty-nine, Penny on top. As I looked round in the break between films Mike said "Mind if I have a turn on that?" and gestured towards Penny's up thrust bottom. 

"As long as she doesn't object." I answered, the sense of surreality washing over me again as just past the place were my girlfriend was being licked out by Tara I could see a picture of Tara being licked out by Naimh, now not wearing a mask, but dressed in what looked like the same leather and chain outfit that Penny had worn earlier that evening. 

The film ran on, Naimh's boyfriend making an appearance, taking her from behind, as she licked out Tara and finger fucked her. Then he moved up to penetrate her ass.

In front of me Mike was rubbing gel on his long thin cock, and moved to place the pointed tip against Penny's anus. With a little pressure he popped the end in, and Penny made a quite loud groan, but as he held still she relaxed and then pushed back on him. I watched her take his whole length in her ass, the eight inch shaft simply sliding on into her, then, after a pause and a groan, Mike began fucking her. He used her as if he was in her pussy. 

On screen the young man was doing the same to Naimh. I don't think it was deliberate, but for a few moments at least Mike was in synchrony with the boy on the screen, and I was again struck by the sheer improbability of it all. I was also struck by the knowledge that Naimh did not much like anal sex, which showed on the screen, even though she was doing her best to look happy, whereas Penny was very clearly having a good time. 

My girlfriend was on the verge of orgasm as my friend fucked her ass. Incredible. Arousing. I thought of what Tara said and laughed. She was right. It was almost more fun to watch Mike ass-fuck her than it was to do it myself. 

I realised that I was holding my cock, gently stroking myself, wanking without realising it as I stared at the film and the live action before me. I had no desire to join in. Indeed no desire at all. I just watched. 

Tara had moved so her mouth was now beneath Penny's swinging breasts, and had been catching them and sucking quite hard on them, sometimes holding the nipples with her teeth. I had thought it looked rough, but Penny wasn't complaining. Tara looked round as she heard me laugh, and grinned at me for a moment. And then I saw a fleeting look of concern on her face, so I smiled and waved at her to continue, and said "Suck them again Tara, I love to see you suck her tits."

She gave me just a tiny questioning look, but then smiled again and grabbed Penny's left breast with her wide open mouth. 

Mike was close to coming. Penny had already come and was on an orgasmic plateau, every touch of Tara's hand on her pussy and stroke of the cock in her ass set her shaking again. Mike called out "I'm going to come. May I come in her ass Mistress?"

Tara called back "Yes. Spunk in her arse Boy, come in her bowels, pump it up her ass!"

She returned to biting the nipple above her and frigging my girlfriends clitoris, as her Boy grunted and heaved and pressed his whole length into Penny and came with a groan as he gripped her waist and pulled her back hard onto him. 

On the screen behind them, as Mike pulled out and collapsed back on the floor and Penny fell forward on top of Tara, was a scene of Tara in a Wonder-woman costume riding Batman (Mike) and whipping him with her lasso. Halloween last year, I reckoned. 

On the floor Penny had rocked back onto her knees and was gently kissing Tara. It was sweet and soft. Mike was sitting up, watching them. He grinned at me. 

"Good?" I asked. 

"Hoo yeah. Need a drink though. Hot work ploughing that fine tight hole."

He staggered off to the kitchen and brought back four cold beers. The girls disentangled, and Penny climbed back up on the couch beside me, kissing me lazily and saying "How you doing Loverboy?"

"Fine, my lovely Lovergirl. You really looked beautiful there. You have a good time?"

"Yeah. They made me come. I feel really decadent. I was supposed to be a slave tonight and all of you have made me come."

I kissed her "Don't worry Lovergirl, we haven't forgotten. Sometimes it is a Master's pleasure to make a slave come. Doesn't make her free. You are still mine, Girl. Aren't you?"

She smiled and said "Yes Master. And thank you for letting me come for you."

"How is your bottom?"

"Surprisingly not sore Master. A bit tender, but if you wish to take me that way again I think I would have any trouble. Or do you want me to put a plug in again?"

"No, I was just wondering." I kissed her gently and took her in my arms and she curled around me. When I looked in her eyes again I whispered "I do love you, and I care about you, and I worry about you, and I would never want you to be hurt, you know."

She sighed, contentedly, and said "I love you too Master Sean."

Tara had been earwigging. "Oh, manumission intermission is over then?"

Penny turned a half serious cold look on her. "Sean is always my master, I am always his slave, didn't you know that?"

Tara laughed. "Oh yes, I knew that. I knew that before you did, Girl. Although you knew it before him. Master Sean has only just caught on." Tara gave me an appraising look and added "But I think he really has caught on now. Interesting. What shall we do with our slaves now Sean?"

I smiled. "Drink this beer and then shower and then sleep I think. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

There was a certain amount of fun in the shower, and when we snuggled in bed the goodnight kisses were thorough and pheromone charged, but sleep called. 

In the morning I fastened Penny's ankle and wrist cuffs and collar on her before breakfast. Tara took Mike with her to arrange the meal, going for a full Ulster Fry. (For those not in the know, bacon, egg, mushrooms, tomatoes, sausage, potato bread, soda bread, optional black pudding. Served with Tea. Sets you up for the day.)

As we finished our second cup of tea, Tara said "Now Slaves, have you evacuated your bowels today?" 

I almost snorted hot liquid down my nose, but both Penny and Mike replied "No Mistress" as if nothing strange had been said. 

"Time you did, and then Penelope needs shaved, and afterwards properly washed. Michael, I think you ought to be washed as well," Tara commanded. 

They each went off to the toilet, and then we all assembled in the bathroom. Tara taught me how to shave a girl. 

It was fun. Nerve racking, but fun. I had always liked Penny in her natural state, although she trimmed for bikini wearing in the summer. Real women, sexually mature women, have hair, and Penny's fine dark curls were most attractive. Tara's flaming bush was more tangled, although less dense. Both looked very sexy when opened around a cock shaft. This shaven look was strange, but in my fractured mentality everything was strange, and everything was normal. So I delicately stroked the razor over her softest flesh and made her look pre-pubescent again. 

It was different, novel and therefore exciting, but I never really acquired that fetish. 

When I had finished we washed her well, and she turned at Tara's command and bent over. Tara asked me to wash her anus while she got things ready. 

I had never seen an enema kit before. Tara was pleased to demonstrate, and tell me all about the importance of saline solutions and the fun of adding soap or ginger juice. 

I assisted, and found the whole thing quite stimulating, as did Penny. The intimacy of what I was doing, combined with the almost clinical aspect, the cleanliness and dirtiness combined, all hit me in so many confusing directions that all I could focus on was her shaved pussy and her asshole with the tube sticking out of it. 

Tara had filled Penny's bottom with liquid, and pulled out the tube to let her release it. Then she did it again, but got me to help. Just as I was about to pull out the tube Penny said "Master, the pressure is making me want to pee."

Tara replied before I could say anything. "You may pee, but hold your pussy lips open so we can get a good view."

Without a pause Penny reached between her legs and spread her labia with two fingers, and let out a stream of urine into the bath which she was standing in. I had never seen anything like it. It was powerful, erotic, uninhibited, animal, primal. It could have been disgusting for me, humiliating for her, and just a few weeks ago it would have been both those things, but it wasn't now. It was permitted, even required, by Penny's slave status. It was another sign of my madness and her utter submission, of my power, of her love and trust in me. It was amazing. 

When she finished I pulled the tube, and she shot out a jet from her ass. I rinsed her off with the shower, and dried her, and took the round ended syringe from Tara to inject gel into Penny's bottom.

Then Tara handed me a butt plug, the second one from the night before. "This should fit easily today," she said. 

I gave it to Penny, and she turned to let us see her rub it on her ass, then push it in, and finally after a few strokes, settle it in place and stand up again to face us, smiling shyly, hoping she had done it right. 

"Well done Girl," said Tara, "Now help me with the Boy."

I sat back and watched as they used the enema on him, and the gel, and finally Penny inserted a butt plug in him which was a couple of sizes bigger than the one in her.

Mike had a hard on like a tent pole the entire time. 

Tara turned to me. "Like to try it?"

"You first." I replied, smiling. 

She turned to Mike and handed him the nozzle, telling him to sterilise it, then to Penny and ordered her to wash her clean. Tara bent over, looking at me as my girlfriend soaped up her bottom, rinsed her, and then as Tara commanded, licked her ass, to make sure. 

Mike had prepared the apparatus, and Tara went through the motions, finally rinsed by Penny. She stood up right and looked at me, magnificent in her nakedness, a twinkle in her eye, and said "Your turn." She gestured to the bath. 

I found out why Mike had a hard on. Even better, I had Penny suck mine. After Tara had finished, and that included the gel shots, Penny slid a finger into my ass as she wanked me into her mouth. It wasn't long before I came, and she swallowed my come and sucked me deep, and smiled with her pretty brown eyes. 

Mike had been dragged away by Tara when Penny began giving me the blow job, and once I recovered, and spent a little time snuggling between Penny's breasts, breathing her warm scent and telling her how wonderful she was, we went to find them. 

Tara was just finishing her make-up, having dressed in a dark blue leather mini dress with red laces down the front and back. Mike was tied to the bed, face down, over one of the wedge shaped cushions, his bare backside exposed and showing the butt plug was still in place. 

Tara cast a glance at Penny and then to me, and asked "Would you mind if I gave your Girl a job?"

I said "Go ahead."

"Thank you, Master Sean. Slave, please remove that plug from the Boy and replace it with this."

She held out a vibrator. Penny took it, and as Tara commanded she spent the next ten minutes vigorously shafting Mike with it, and occasionally wanking him. He almost came twice, but Tara told Penny to switch off the vibe and press firmly on Mike's perineum. He had mini orgasms without being able to ejaculate, and was quick to get back to the brink again. Having just had Penny massage my prostate I was only a little surprised at my though that it looked like fun. 

When she had finished her make-up Tara went to the wardrobe and selected a harness and strap-on dildo. It was quite a small, smooth, flexible shaft. Having donned it she grabbed a matching harness. The dildo on it was considerably larger. 

Tara climbed onto the bed and moved Penny aside. "You can take that out now, and put this on." she said, handing her the other harness. Then as Penny moved away Tara presented the head of her fake penis to Mike's bottom, and slid it into him. "How's that feel Boy?"

"Good, Mistress."

"I'm fucking your ass Boy." She said, matching her movements to the words. Little Tara, five foot two in bare feet, was pounding Mike's six foot eight body, and making him moan. 

But not for long. 

As soon as Penny was in harness Tara beckoned her over and pulled out. Then Penny was put in position, and she began to fuck Mike instead. 

The look on her face was enthralling. She was hesitant at first, nervous at this new act, but it was clear that Mike was not being harmed (far from it) and once she got the hang of the rhythm she began stroking deeply into him. The play of her muscles as she fucked him, and the way her breasts swung and bounced, the way her hair formed a halo around her and her voice fell in pitch as she grunted with effort, and the lust and determination and joy of dominating this huge man was something to see. 

And then Tara stepped up behind her and pushed her deep into Mike's ass, and plucked the butt plug out of her, and penetrated her with the strap-on she wore. Straight in, all the way, right into Penny's body, opening her up and stretching her with each stroke. 

Now Penny was the puppet on the end of a dildo, getting fucked by her Mistress, her movements constrained by the rod in her own body. 

A rhythm was found. At one point Tara was standing still and Penny was doing all the work, pulling out of Mike as she forced herself onto Tara's probe, sliding off the thing in her ass to push the dildo into Mike again. Then Tara ground down on her, driving Penny's clit against the base of the dildo inside her harness, and starting to pound her. Tara fucked her wildly, breaking into a sweat and a tirade of obscenity. 

Penny came, and so did Tara, poor Mike was left high and dry when the girls pulled out and rolled kissing on the bed. 

He wasn't left for long though. Tara got Penny to wank him and suck him while she rode him again, and he came in Penny's mouth, although she had to share it with Tara immediately. 

I had watched all this and enjoyed the show, and by that time I was quite recovered. So as Tara untied Mike and rolled him over to hug and kiss, I called Penny to me on the chair, and had her take off the dildo and ride my cock, first in the pussy, then the ass, then back to the pussy, and finally to come in her mouth. 

After which I had to join Mike on the big bed for a short nap. 

And so the weekend went. 

Mike and Tara and I all fucked Penny, ass mouth and pussy several more times. I fucked Tara all three ways, and so did Mike, and I let Penny use a small, slim vibrator in my bottom, while I was screwing Tara, which I found quite amazingly stimulating. It was pure hedonism, and guilt free. For the first time I found myself at ease commanding Penny, and Mike and Tara, to touch me, suck me, let me have them in various orifices, in various positions. Directing them as easily as I would direct them with each other. My shyness, my lack of feeling I was worth being obeyed and pleasured, had gone. And yet I was still detached. I only looked like I was in command, in my reality the Sean who everyone else could see wasn't me, it was another puppet under my own control. It was wonderful, exciting and intense, but weird. The weirdest thing of all happened on Sunday afternoon. 

I was lying on my back with Tara kneeling on the dining table pressing her pussy to my mouth and Penny facing away from me, riding my cock. She was alternating a few strokes in her ass and a few in her pussy, when I felt her pull off me and step away. A moment later my cock was again enveloped in flesh, but it seemed different. A few strokes and again a pause, and Penny's pussy was on me again. Then a pause and it was back to anal. But not Penny. I was sure. 

I pushed Tara up so I could see, and sure enough it was the back of Mike's blond head in front of me. 

He was bobbing up and down on my erection, and Penny was obviously wanking him as she grinned at me over his shoulder. 

Sometimes you go with the flow. 

I came in his ass as he came in my girlfriend's mouth and his girlfriend rubbed her wet sex against my face. 

I'm still not sure if that should be described as gay. 

I always thought that the American prison-culture idea that comes across in films (that you weren't gay if you were the one doing the penetrating) was really just homophobic macho denial. But what happened that afternoon was outside normal notions of sexuality. Apart from my mental weirdness, it just didn't seem to me that I was having sex with Mike. It was more like having a sex toy used to masturbate me, like a doll or one of those fake torches with the rubber lining.

It certainly wasn't lovemaking. Although Mike enjoyed it. In fact about a year later he begged me to do it again, while he screwed Tara. But I didn't find it erotically attractive at the time, or feel like it was something I was doing for someone else because I loved them and wanted to please them. It wasn't even as if I was doing it – it was just being done. There was a dominance kick, but that was never enough for me. And at the bottom line (bad pun intended) I like the feel of a woman, their curves and textures and smells. Fucking a man just doesn't match that. 

Penny's smile, her collusion in Mike riding me, the fact that she held my cock to guide it into him, and wanked and sucked him as he sat with my dick inside him, was also a revelation of how far she had come. A few weeks before she was horrified at the idea of a man touching me, and now she was helping one to take my cock in his ass.

And she wanted my cock in hers. I think I had taken her anally that weekend more often than I was in her mouth and pussy combined. 

We returned to our respective homes on Sunday night, exhausted and sated. 

I slept badly. I dreamt of jagged knives used for butt plugs. 

On the Monday I met Penny in the student's union for coffee. She was wearing the necklace, bracelet and ankle chain I had placed on her the evening before. Since she was in a skirt the ankle chain was eye-catching. It was unusual for anyone to wear one in Belfast at that time, but for Penny it was remarkable. Friends who joined us as we talked in the café spotted the glint of gold and commented. Penny preened and showed it off. "I just fancied it. And Sean likes it, don't you darling?"

I blushed. But when we finished the coffee we went looking for privacy. At the top of the stairs at the back of the Union building is nook around a corner, open to passers by, but not many have reason to pass. There are seats there. I gave Penny instructions as we walked towards the place. As soon as she turned the corner she lifted her skirt and removed her panties. I mostly kept watch on the corridor, but there was no one about. Once bare, she knelt on one of the seats with her knees parted and her bottom raised, her skirt flipped over her back so she was fully exposed. I stepped over to her, ran my finger over her not quite smooth pussy lips (I had ordered her not to shave herself) and put a dollop of gel on her other hole from the tube I had been carrying in my pocket. It was the work of a moment to rub her opening with the tip of the plug Tara had leant to me, and then to press it in. A little more gel, a couple of strokes, and it settled in place, flange against her cheeks, filling her ass. 




Bad Penny Ch. 04



I told her to put her knickers on again, went to keep an eye on the corridor. It had taken thirty seconds.

A minute later we were walking through the crowds of students, across the road to the main part of campus, and to the door of her lecture theatre. I gave her a kiss, chaste and sweet, and told her I would see her later. 

Tara's prediction was fulfilled. 

I spent the next hour in the library, trying to find any of the books on my reading list, and trying to keep my mind off what Penny was experiencing. Every movement on her seat would press the plug home. Every moment she would be stimulated. She had made herself come the day before by simply bouncing on a seat with that plug in her ass, and only a few little rubs at her clit. 

I imagined that she would be well turned on by the time the lecture was over. I tried not to imagine what she might want to do as soon as she could get out of the lecture. 

We met at the library entrance. She lead me to the lifts, her gait a little strange, hips swinging a little more than usual as she walked quickly. On the eleventh floor at the back of the stacks were the stairs that no one ever used. She made me grab a chair and bring it out onto the landing. I sat on it as she sat on me, her panties in my pocket, her skirt covering us, my cock caught tightly in her pussy, the plug in her ass squeezing me and bringing her to a climax. I knew how hard it was for her to suppress her cries, not to howl and scream and grunt and pant. She bit the collar of my jacket as she came, and left teeth marks, tearing the material, an indelible reminder of the event. 

I held her as she shook and bounced on my lap, and kissed her fiercely when she brought her lips to mine, and I came inside her, and had my hands on her naked bottom beneath the skirt, pulling her down hard, pumping deep inside her. When she climbed off me she turned round and lifted her skirt, and said "Please Master, would you remove the plug."

As I did so I saw my come squeezed out of her pussy, and I used her panties to wipe her clean, and then wrapped the plug in them. "Take this home and wash it well. Bring it back to me tomorrow."

Then she sucked me clean, and we went for lunch with our friends in the Great Hall. 

I sat beside Penny and sometimes rested my hand on her knee. I kept having a little thrill knowing that her naked pussy, which I had so recently had wrapped around my cock, was only a few inches away. Opposite us were Jim and Clarkey, two guys from the Drama Society who were renowned for their round of one night stands and very short term relationships. Between them they had slept with every available girl in the DramSoc. Indeed each of them had probably slept with most of the girls, and it was rumoured that they had not only swapped partners but occasionally shared as well. 

Of course Penny had not been one of the available girls, since she had been going out with me since school days, but now...

As the talk flowed I daydreamed about seeing Penny being spit-roasted, Clarkey taking her from behind, Jim deep throating her. Or watching her take them both, riding Jim, ass shafted by Clarke. I had a hard on, and Penny found it. I had to hold her hand still. Or she would have tried to wank me at the table. 

We were joined by Liz and Carla, neither of them currently going out with anyone, both of them former partners of both the boys. 

I realised that I had always suppressed my jealousy of them. That I had fancied both those girls and never done anything about it because of Penny. And now things had changed. 

A brief, crazy fantasy of spending the afternoon in a six way orgy was broken by the arrival of another girl, who I did not fancy at all. Janice. A girl with the blandest features, least interesting personality, most unimaginative intellect and a dreadful voice. Even in my oversexed and unhinged state I couldn't fit her into any fantasy scenario. Even in a mask. Even gagged.

Still, the idea of getting Liz and Penny in bed had appeal enough to keep me smiling, even though I had to talk to Janice, who had sat beside me. Little Lizzy licking Penny's pussy, as I finger fucked her fanny, Penny prick sucking in an alliterative triangle of raunch and rutting. (Liz, a four foot six tall, or short, classic Irish Celtic waif, raven hair and pale skin, perfectly proportioned so at a distance looked as if she could be a six foot supermodel, was doing an English degree, and wrote poetry. Doggerel seemed appropriate.)

Carla on the other hand (and wouldn't that be nice, Liz's pale skinned dark furry slit on one hand, Carla's light brown curls on the other?) was an athletic and well built girl, with a broad smile and hips to match. Thoughts about her and Penny being fisted by Liz, whose tiny hands would be just small enough, or perhaps having Carla hung up in Mike's living room for Penny to lick her out, drifted past. 

Of course I didn't mention any of those ideas to them, but the next day as Penny sat on my cock again, in the Ancient History common room, I told her about my fantasies and noted how each of them made her react. 

Clearly Jim and Clarkey were acceptable sexual partners. Clara was less exciting. But her reaction to me talking about Liz was revealing. Penny fancied her. And when I said about her being fisted she almost came at the thought. 

I pressed her, asking if she really did find Liz sexy, and she confessed her desire. "She is just so petite and pretty and pale and slim. I would love to see her naked. I'd love to see you fuck her. And I'd love to let her touch me and finger me with those little fingers. And I wonder what she looks like, down there. I bet she's pretty."

"But would she go for it?" I asked. 

Penny thought about it. "She'd go for you. If we got her in bed with you I could play too, and then get to play with her. I'll work on that."

I laughed. "And how do you intend to get her into bed with me?"

"I'm not sure yet. But it won't be hard. She has always fancied you, just not done anything because I was always in the way. Leave it with me, Master." She whispered that last word as she kissed me again. 

We saw each other briefly on the Wednesday, and on Thursday I invoked the 'no orgasm for boys' rule, since we expected to see Tara on Friday. But I brought Penny to orgasm in the front seat of her car as we sat in a rain shower in a car park behind a hedge at the entrance to the forest park near her house. 

I loved to see her come, and hear the catch in her voice, feel her hot breath, kiss her throat as she flushed and gasped and whimpered, and to hold her afterwards, her soft thighs clamped around my hand. 

Friday was to be another spectacular event. 

I picked up Penny on Friday evening at 7.00. She was beautiful. Hair in loose curls, light make-up that gave her lips a seductive fullness and emphasised her sparkling eyes, and her dress was tight in the bodice, flowing in the long skirt, soft and slightly shimmering, displaying her curves and décolletage in a subtle and enticing way. It wasn't brazen or overt in any way, but it was immensely sexy. 

Mike and Tara were ready when we arrived at their house, and we were on the road again in a few minutes. Mike, like me, was in a suit and tie, Tara was in dark blue velvet, a snug dress that had no back and a mandarin collar above a large tear-drop shaped cut out in front that invited the gaze and the lips. Her hair was put up, and her make-up was designed to make her eyes more catlike, giving her a Bond villain's half-Asian moll sort of look. 

We had almost an hour to drive, so all the news of the week was covered before we arrived at the hotel. The wedding reception was in full swing. 

Jenny and Paul had both been friends of ours for years. Paul was at school with me, a year above but also involved in drama, so we saw a lot of each other. Jen was at school with Penny. They were only the second of our group of friends to get married (and Owen and Kim hardly counted, it was a shotgun wedding, and there were serious doubts about who should have been the looking down the wrong end of the barrels). This was a long term love match, and was precedent setting. 

We danced, we drank, we met old friends, and at midnight the Bride and Groom went off (to salacious cheers and suggestions) and the party broke up. We went to the room we had booked. A family room - a double bed and two singles. 

But there were seven of us. 

Tara's cousin Naimh and her boyfriend Alan, and her friend Lucy, had joined us. All three were years younger than us, and still at school. Naimh and Alan had played with Tara and Mike before – we had seen the video. Lucy hadn't, but had been with Naimh and Alan, and she knew the score. Local law allows you to smoke at 16, have sex at seventeen and drink at eighteen. I'm fairly sure that they had broken all of those laws in the past, but they were all legal now. 

The four girls had met and talked in the loo during the disco, and Penny had snogged both of the new girls, at Tara's command. Getting Naimh to play had been easy, she had been Tara's slave for years. Lucy hadn't played that game, but drink and the excitement of it all made it easy for Tara to draw her into a kiss when Penny was with Naimh, and to swap her over when she drew Naimh to her as well. So the girls were already quite turned on, and the last few slow dances had helped to heighten that. 

Drink had been taken, and more was brought to the room. I'm not sure how it all kicked off. I was opening another bottle of Cava and Penny was sitting on one of the single beds taking off her shoes, complaining about her feet, a chorus joined in by all the girls, when she looked round to see Naimh snogging Mike, as Tara undid the back of her dress, and Lucy was kissing Alan. Penny looked up at me and said "I'm beginning to feel left out," as I poured her a glass of bubbles. 

Looking round myself I said "I'm beginning to feel overdressed." 

Alan's trousers were round his ankles as Lucy was slowly wanking him and he was burying his face in her cleavage, and Tara was helping Mike to step out of his trousers as Naimh continued to lock her lips on his and he explored her strapless bra with one hand while fondling her thong unclad bottom with the other. 

Penny's hands were on my belt in an instant, and seconds later her lips were on my cock. 

I stood there with a bottle of sparkling white wine in one hand and a glass in the other surveying the room as I drank and enjoyed the view and the blow job. I grinned as I caught Alan's eye. Lucy's long blonde hair was obscuring the view of her face as her mouth was taking Alan's cock deep inside, but he was obviously enjoying the sensation as much as I liked what Penny was doing to me. I made a mental note to make sure I got the eighteen year old stranger to suck me later. He laughed when he saw me looking at him, and raised his glass to me. I returned the salute. 

We both looked to Mike. He was also grinning, but didn't have a glass in his hand. The half naked Naimh was now sucking his cock, and both his hands were sunk in the copper curls that covered her head. Tara had just finished stripping off his shirt, and flashed me a smile as she stepped towards Alan, taking his wrist and unbuttoning his cuff. 

Penny kept sucking me as I leant over to undo the catch and loosen the zip on her dress. Tara, having helped Alan undress, was doing the same service for Lucy. The lacy cream lingerie that was revealed was elegantly trimmed in pink, and I was excited to see the smooth back muscles and hint of buttocks that appeared. I leaned closer to Penny, making her take me out of her mouth, so I could whisper in her ear "I want to see you fuck Alan, and lick both Lucy and Naimh's pussies, and I want you to help me fuck both of them. Okay?"

"Yes Master," was her quiet reply. She was smiling. I kissed her, and then helped her rise so I could slip off her dress. 

Beneath it Penny was as usual in co-ordinated lingerie, black silky shiny stuff with black lace trim, bra, suspenders and stockings and a thong. I had told her to shave but leave a little triangle, which was covered by the small piece of silk, but the thong was so narrow that it had sunk into her pussy, exposing her hairless lips, so it looked like she might be totally bare. I spun her round to face the others, ostensibly so I could get at her bra clip, but really to show her off. I was pleased when I undid her bra and pulled it up over her head, making her lift her arms and show off her beautiful breasts, and Alan whistled his appreciation. 

I nuzzled her neck and fondled her, making her nipples peak up and letting her push back against me to press against my erection. She was moving sinuously and sinfully, slow and deliberate, aware of the eyes on her and enjoying it. Alan and Mike and Tara were watching, even Naimh turned sideways on Mike's cock to see with one eye. Only Lucy, deeply concentrating on the cock deep in her mouth was oblivious. 

I moved my hands down to her hips, taking the strings of her thong which she had put on over her suspenders at my order during her last trip to the toilet. I eased them down slowly, and knelt behind her as I drew them all the way to the floor and off each foot. I smiled again as I heard Alan gasp when Penny's tiny patch of dark fur and shockingly naked pussy lips were revealed. 

This was The Eighties, the time before paedophilia invaded mainstream porn. Natural was normal, shaving was a fetish, catered for by only a few, hard to find, magazines. I had never seen a picture of a shaven girl, except for the ones of Tara that Mike had taken. Sometimes girls in mags had trimmed bushes, perhaps a 'landing strip,' but even then their legs were closed - no pink in UK porn. So for Alan the sight of Penny's almost hairless slit was exotic and exciting in it's strangeness. 

Penny of course preened. She put her foot up on the bed, exposing her nakedness a little more, and thrust her hips forward as she also raised her hands to her head and thrust out her breasts. "You like it Alan?" she asked, and when he nodded she said "Want a closer look?"

She was moving toward him before he had time to react, and had her hands on his shoulders, pushing him back on the other single bed, and was climbing on top of him before Lucy knew what had happened. 

Lucy looked up at Penny with some annoyance, and then round at the rest of us. Mike was now on the bed with Naimh and Tara, a red bush on each hand, pink nipples competing for his mouth as they kissed each other like only a pair of horny bisexual cousins can. 

I was sitting naked on the end of the other bed, a few feet away, watching them and Penny straddling Alan's face, pulling her bare pussy lips wide for him to see and lowering herself

onto his mouth. When I saw Lucy's scowl I smiled at her and held out my hand. "Come here pretty Lucy, let me take that frown away."

She took my hand, smiling a little shyly, and I pulled her to me, wrapping her in my arms and drawing her into a long kiss. I had fantasises about that all evening, when I wasn't thinking about Naimh. 

She was sweet with Martini, even though she had been sucking Alan's cock, and her perfume was a heady Jasmine and vanilla, Chanel No 5, stolen from her mothers dressing table, the top notes gone as the evening wore on, leaving Sandalwood and spice to come through the sweet flowers and balance the Amber. I could have eaten her neck and wallowed in her smell for hours. But she was suddenly insistent. She had been turned on by having a cock to suck, now I was naked and hard against her body and as my hands pressed her brassiere covered breasts, her lithe back and smooth hips and thighs, and my cock was firm against her bare stomach, her passion welled within her. 

I half climbed and half was pushed back on the bed as she moved against me, and straddled me, her pantie-crotch ground into her pussy and against my cock. Her tongue filled my mouth and her breasts were in my hands, and I felt her struggling with her bra catch, and the tension go out of the material. I was delighted to push up under the loosened cups and feel her soft full mounds, with her hard nipples, and hear her first groan. 

I had almost forgotten the pleasure of kissing a girl for the first time. In the last two weeks sex had been intense and available, no restraints but also no mystery. I could at any time do anything to Penny. Without foreplay, without kissing her, without warning, without asking. I could simply lift her skirt and fuck her, push her head down to suck me, pull her shirt off and suck her tits, undo her jeans and shag her anally. We had of course shared kisses, short and long, hard and soft, sweet and hot, we had held hands and touched feet under tables, innocent flirtations and soft whispers had been swapped, but the underlying knowledge that anything was instantly possible, and the knowledge of all we had done, changed the meaning of even those quiet moments. 

Now, with Lucy, the kiss was unfamiliar. Her lips were lovely but different, fuller and firmer than Penny's, and she moved in different ways, more pressure and less, swifter or slower, more focussed and sometimes more open. Her mouth was a different shape, her tongue seemed more pointed and hard, her breathing had a strange rhythm. It was all new and wonderful. 

Her body too was different and gorgeous. Lucy had very firm breasts, and they were quite large as well. She was, I later discovered, on the school hockey team and a keen swimmer. Her muscles were toned and firm although she had soft curves that her genes supplied. Her skin felt firm but smooth, and she moved with a fluid control of her body that spoke of gymnastics and ballet and rock climbing. Yet her responses were like Penny's. Kissing her throat brought a sensuous wriggle to her spine, sucking her nipples (generous and long and hard) made her groan and arch. Running my nails down each side of her spine over the hard muscles, through the small of her back and over her firm buttocks caused her to sigh and spread her hips, pressing her crotch against me.  

I slipped a hand inside the back of her panties, squeezing the flesh and pulling her cheeks a little apart, knowing it would excite her to be opened a little, exposed, vulnerable but desired. She moved her knee higher up my body to give me more access and rocked forward, putting her breasts in range of my mouth and bringing her crotch closer to my hand. 

As I took one sweet smelling nipple in my teeth I slid my hand round her body, with the elastic and lace waistband on my wrist, and took possession of her bush, her mons, her thick firm labia, the inner softness and wetness of her, the tight cleft that opened to my probing fingers. I heard her gasp and felt her press against my hand, and the jolt of her body as my thumb touched her clit. Her voice was naturally quite low pitched and had a little huskiness in normal speech, but now it was thick with passion and lust as she almost growled "Oh god, that's good."

She was wet and spread on my hand, and she forced her other breast to my mouth, as I moved my free hand to pull at her panties, and push them down. She helped me get them as far as her mid thigh, and then pressed her body down to crush my hand between my stomach and her crotch, grinding hard on my fingers and thumb. Her tits were bouncing freely and her face was flushed, and she suddenly looked down at me and her eyes were wide as she came, pulsing hard on my hand, groaning and gasping as she drove my fingers into herself before going still, eyes closed, hanging there with mouth open, long blonde hair surrounding her like a fallen halo, nipples dark and quivering. 

I thought for a moment that she would collapse on me, falling like a rag doll, as Penny sometimes did. But instead Lucy's head was thrown back and she gave a gurgling laugh, and her body went soft, and she grabbed my head in both hands as she slid down my body a little and plunged her mouth onto mine and kissed me with abandon and said "Oh, thank you, that was great!" and kissed me again. 




Bad Penny Ch. 04



The kisses got less hurried, more thoughtful, and somehow more significant. Her desire was rising again, but with a greater attraction, or at least that was how I felt. 

She slipped her underwear down, and pressed her body to me, hugging me and kissing me softly as she moved her body against mine, skin on skin from top to toe, both of our bodies flexed and shifted, and hands roamed and lips wandered. She she parted her legs and rubbed her vulva against my cock I was left panting with desire and had to control myself for a moment. When her hand took me and raised my tip to touch her pussy, and she pressed back and kissed my mouth with open lips as I slid inside her, I nearly lost it. I was so close to coming, but I wanted so much for it to last longer. I held her tight in my arms as she held me tight in her pussy, I stopped her hips from circling and froze in place and held her lip with my teeth and she froze with me and let me relax and sighed. 

I felt my almost climax ebb, and opened my eyes to see her smiling blue ones looking back. In low tones she said "You okay now?"

"God but you are beautiful. That was so close, you are so sexy, but I wanted not to come too soon. I want time to enjoy this."

"Me too." she said and smiled and lowered her head to kiss me and then whisper in my ear "I don't do this all the time you know. You are only my third. I had a boyfriend, Brien. He was first. And Alan, a few times, with Naimh. But I've watched you tonight. And I knew you fancied me, but you love her, Penny. And when she asked me to join you all, and snogged me in the bathroom, I knew you would be able to have me, and I wanted you. And I'm glad you wanted more."

I kissed her then, saying "Lots more," and let my hips move again as they wished. We didn't talk much for the next while. In fact we didn't notice anything outside our single bed. 

Around us the others were indulging in orgiastic acrobatics. Naimh and Tara and Penny swapped boys and positions, fingers and tongues and cocks and pussies and nipples and lips were mixed and matched in every permutation. On our bed Lucy gently rocked back and forth and we kissed and stroked each other and drank in each others scent and sighs and softness. 

Then gradually the deep passion and gentle overwhelming sensation drew us into a more urgent place. Her movements became more emphatic, each stroke longer, deeper, harder, faster. Her breathing began to change, and my balls began to tighten. I wanted her then in a different way, and grabbed her body, pushing her hips down hard to drive my cock deep. Then in a moment we rolled over. I was between her legs, my cock about to plunge into her, looking down on her pussy, the first time I had really seen it. 

Lucy was golden blonde. Her bush was thick and curly, but small, and her mons was prominent and narrow. Her lips were pure pink, thick outer ridges with tiny inner folds, all wet with her arousal and opened by my cock. I couldn't resist. I dropped my head and plunged my tongue into her, scooping out her delicious juices, licking her from the depths up to her bright pink clit, and on into her bush. Then I moved up her body, kissing navel and nipple as I passed, to plunge my tongue in her mouth as my cock entered her pussy again. She bucked against me as I thrust deep and hard and fast. I sucked on her hard tits and her spicy scented neck and drove deep as she lifted her legs and clutched my back. I felt my balls slap against her as she gripped my head and tongued my mouth in time to my movements, and I felt her pussy clench as she gasped and cried and grabbed my buttocks and forced herself up against my downward strokes. I kept going as she came, and raised my self on extended arms to look down at her as she threw her hands above her head and her body heaved beneath me, her perfect bosom heaving as I carried on shafting her, my cock glistening with her come as it parted her pale lips and drove deep inside her and pumped my come into her body. 

I fell on her full length, my hips twitching and driving hard against her, come shooting up the length of my cock, feeling her grip me and milk me with her third orgasm. I could hardly breathe. I could hardly do anything. The world had become the perfect girl I was inside, on top of, touching and smelling and feeling and hearing and filling. I wrapped my arms round her and she wrapped her legs round me, and held me as I almost died, and then kissed me back to life. 

It was, without doubt, one of the most wonderful moments of my life. 

But slowly the moment faded, and we had to move, had to pull away from each other, if only to find a more comfortable position. We kissed like lovers, and snuggled facing each other on our sides, and only then noticed what the others in the room were doing. 

It was the noise that drew our attention away from each other. I was staring at her full lips, her flushed cheek and her little round nose when a gasping wailing and grunting filled the air. She broke into a grin and said "That'll be Naimh then," and rolled over to see. 

It was. And it was also Penny. 

Naimh was wailing as Mike pounded her. He was going so hard and fast I was sure someone would get hurt. It was no wonder that Naimh made that noise. But on the bed beside them Alan was doing the same to Penny. It was her that was making the grunting noises. Well, most of them. Alan and Mike added occasionally to the chorus. 

Tara was standing between the two beds with a hand on each of the boys bottoms, pushing them down on each stroke. Naimh's hand seemed to be between her thighs. 

Penny was obviously having a good time. Her legs were raised and spread and her fingers entwined behind Alan's head. He was swinging into her with considerable force and she was making her usual run up to orgasm 'oh, oh' noises. I loved watching her, and hearing her, like that. Alan was not as tall as me, and dark haired. He was only eighteen himself, and was evidently enjoying fucking an older woman. When she came he kept on hammering at her pussy, and drove her on to another orgasm as he raced to his own. 

I knew Mike had been with Naimh before, and I had seen him like that with Tara and Penny, so I was not concerned at the power and frenzy of what he was doing. Naimh didn't seem unhappy about it. Between wails she was screaming "Yes, Yes, Fuck me you bastard, Fuck me!" 

Lucy giggled at that. "Vocal, isn't she?" I commented. 

"Not always. But when the mood takes her..."

"Or when Mike does..." I joked. 

"Yes. I think I would yell if he did that to me. That thing is unnatural," said Lucy, although I thought awe and lust tinged her protest. 

"Well, Naimh isn't complaining. And Tara and Penny have both given good reports. Don't knock it until you've tried it, as they say." I said, still talking lightly. To be honest, while I did want a chance with Naimh, I was unexpectedly fond, and very moved, by Lucy. I wanted her again, to see if it was as good again, I wasn't sure that I wanted to let her go to Mike's bed.

She shivered, and said "Naimh told me he was huge. I didn't believe her. After all Tara is so small, how would she cope? And you say he has done Penny?"

"Yes. She says it takes a bit of getting used to, but it isn't as thick as mine so it doesn't stretch her too much. She likes it, but she likes me too so it's okay."

Lucy looked at me then. "You know I don't understand you. I thought you were a screw anyone guy, and felt sorry for Penny. I thought you were using her. But its obvious you love her. Then I thought she was the one who was keen on sleeping around and you were putting up with it because you love her. And were a whimp. But you aren't."

"No, it's simple. Penny and I both like sex. We both like seeing each other have a good time. We both like women. And we both know that we love each other, but we still fancy other partners for sex. So we play with friends, and enjoy it. And we are open about it. No one exploiting or using anyone. And no one is a whimp."

"Sorry, Sean, I didn't really think you were whimpy, I mean, you aren't. But it seems weird that you are okay about watching Alan screw her."

"And she is okay about me being with you. Is that really so strange? You sleep with Alan and Naimh doesn't mind. I sleep with Tara and Mike is fine about it. Anyway, look at her. Isn't she beautiful?" I said. 

Alan was nearing his climax, and Penny was in the midst of another orgasm as he rode her. Her face was flushed, head flung back, her legs wide and shaking, hands digging into the bedclothes beneath her. She was gasping at every thrust. With hair was wild around and across her face, and breasts juddering as Alan slammed home, her dark nipples were hard and pointed, and a sheen of sweat was on her stomach and breasts. She was a picture of wild abandon, naked lust, sensual pleasure, animal, uncontrolled, utterly sexy. 

We weren't the only ones enjoying the view. Mike and Naimh were in post coital hugs, watching the couple beside them, and Tara was by the coffee table with a glass of wine she had just poured, sipping it and relishing a fine view of them from directly in line with their feet. Or more pointedly, Penny's open and upraised legs, and Alan's repeatedly disappearing cock. 

Alan came. I saw his body shake as he pressed into her with all his strength, trying to push his whole body inside her. She grasped his bottom and pulled, wrapping her legs round his to lock him in place. Now Penny was in control.

Over the last fee weeks Tara and Mike, with my support and input, had begun to train her in what to do to enhance a man's orgasm. She knew how to make a man come, to drain him, to pulse her pussy as he shot his load, to milk him, to drive him to breathlessness, to overwhelm him. She had practised on me, and I had told her what was good and what was best, and now she hit Alan with the full force of her technique. Quite clearly he had never felt anything like it. 

He gasped, again and again, and made a strange gurgling noise and gasped again and held his breath for an age and almost screamed and gasped a third time and collapsed and whimpered and cried "Oh, stop, stop!" and his hips gave that the lie as they leapt and pulsed and followed their own course and his breath was trapped again in his unwilling chest and he went limp. He was silent after a huge sigh, and not a muscle moved. 

Penny was suddenly worried. She took his head in her hands and held it up. "Are you okay? Hey! Are you okay?" panic was in her voice. "Oh god! Sean, help! Sean where are you?"

I called that I was just beside her as I scrambled to get to her, and as Naimh said "Don't worry! It's okay! He does this, he's just fainted!"

Tara and Naimh and I half lifted and half rolled Alan off Penny. She was quite freaked out and clung to me and I hugged her and shushed her and told her it was okay, all the time looking over her shoulder at Alan who was unconscious and drooling on the bed. 

He didn't look a good colour for a moment, and then he juddered and twitched and as Naimh shook him and gently called his name he half came round. 

He sucked in air, and went pink again, and then muttered that he was fine, just sleepy, and rolled on his side, curling up to go to sleep, but Naimh wouldn't let him. With Mike's help she got him to sit up, and she threw the covers back on the single bed. They half lifted him to get him under the covers, and he was asleep, in seconds, like a child brought in from a late night car journey, breathing deeply. 

Naimh stroked his head gently then came over to us, reaching out to touch Penny's shoulder, causing her to jump. 

"It's fine Penny, it's okay" Naimh crooned and hugged her and kissed her cheek "He just fainted. He's done it before, a couple of times."

Penny looked round at him. He was out like a light but looked healthy enough. "Are you sure?"

Naimh laughed and hugged her. Despite the recent events I felt a stab if arousal at the sight. The pale white skin of the classic Irish redhead against my Mediterranean girlfriend was sinfully pretty. 

"It scared the hell out me the first time. It was his first blow job." Naimh laughed, "He did just what he did there - came and collapsed. I thought I'd killed him."

Penny shivered. She had obviously thought the same thing. 

Naimh went on. "I remember thinking how I could pull his trousers back up, so when his parents got home, they were out playing golf, they wouldn't know what I'd been doing. Then he gave that big gasp. I nearly died myself. When I recovered I nearly did kill him. I thought he had been putting it on. But it was for real. So the first time we had sex I told him if he started holding his breath I would slap him. But he didn't faint. So that was okay. Then the third time we did it he went out on me. In the front seat of my Mum's car. In the car park in Hillsborough, you know the one at the bottom of the main street? I had to wait fifteen minutes before he came round enough to get his trousers on. I'm sorry, I should have warned you."

Just then I noticed Lucy. She was standing a foot or two back from me, looking worried and upset. She put out her hand and touched Penny's arm. "Are you okay? That must have been awful."

Somehow I ended up out of the huddle as the three girls embraced. 

But then Naimh looked up out of the group and smiled at me. Her eyebrow was wicked. And she turned first to kiss Penny, and say everything was alright, and then kissed Lucy with a little more than friendly affection. She whispered something that I thought was "Go with the flow" and turned back to Penny. "Tell me what did you do to him? I mean, I need to learn that!"

Penny laughed. Lucy joined in "Yes, what did you do? I've never got him to faint, and I have tried."

Penny laughed again. It was good to hear. "I just did what Tara has been teaching me."

Naimh turned to Tara, who was now cuddled with Mike, keeping an occasional eye on the sleeping Alan. "Okay Cuz, fess up, what have you been teaching Penny here that you haven't told me?"

She guided the other girls across and a discussion broke out about Tantric sex and pulsing pelvic floors, and Mike chipped in with an offer to help teach when Lucy said she wasn't sure how to do that. 

Naimh upped the ante when she asked Penny to let her feel what it was like with her finger. Tara subtly took command and got Penny to lie down on the bed and spread, and got Naimh and then Lucy to put a finger inside her. Then, since Lucy had a finger there already, Tara told her to put in another, and another. And to rub Penny's clit. After all, poor Penny had had an awful shock and needed pampered... Of course having Lucy lick her out would help... And Mike needed to help as well, perhaps by licking Penny's nipples... And maybe if Lucy got up on the bed, then ....

Naimh slipped away, and came over to me. I was sitting on the single bed again, where I had so recently lain with Lucy, watching as Penny writhed between the other three, and Mike's cock casually lay across her stomach, an inch from Lucy's nose, waiting for the next stage in her seduction. 

Naimh took the glass I held up to her, and swigged it. "Thanks. I wanted to say sorry for my boyfriend freaking your girlfriend. It looked like it ruined a nice moment you were sharing with my girlfriend. For which I also wanted to say 'thanks.' I'm glad you gave her a good time. She hasn't always had a good time with boys."

She sat beside me, and kissed my cheek. "Thank you."

I thanked her back. I nodded at Lucy. "Bad time with boys?"

"First time was stupid, sore, rushed. Inexperience and ignorance all round. Then they broke up and he put it around that she was easy, and then boys started expecting more than she wanted to give. Not good. But you were nice to her. And Penny was nice to Alan. So maybe I should be nice to you?"

"Don't feel you have to. But if you would like to, I would honestly say I would like that. You are a very beautiful young woman, Naimh."

We kissed. Her green eyes sparkled. Then she dropped her head suddenly into my lap, pushing me back, and sucked my cock into her mouth. She tongued and sucked me, and then started to lick all around my cock, the bed if my stomach and then my balls. "Mmm, you taste of Lucy. I love that taste, boy cock and come and Lucy cunt mixed."

I was hard pretty fast. She leaned in between my legs and wanked me as she looked at my face. "You want me to ride you? You want my cunt on your cock?"

"Yes please," seemed to be the polite answer. 

"How about I wank you this way?" she said, squeezing her tits around my shaft and bouncing them up and down. 

Now I do like the sight. A tit-wank, as we called them in school, looks great. Especially when the girl has such good looking tits. Ruby red little nips on pale white mounds, squeezed in long fingers tipped with green nail polish, and above it a beautiful face framed in crimson hair and covered in smiles. And it feels nice. But the idea of being ridden by this nymph was so much more appealing. So after a few moments I took her hands in mine, and she slipped them out and over my own so I was holding her breasts and pressing them around my cock, using them to wank myself. Which was also very nice. But then I gripped them and pulled upon them drawing her up my body, so she was on top of me, kissing my lips. I felt her bush against my cock, and drew her up further, kissing her neck and shoulders and throat and her breasts, putting a hand to her crotch, opening her up, two fingers inside her come filled hole, Mike's seed sticky and slick. 

I pushed her down, holding my cock in place to intercept her, rubbing it through her lips, catching the opening and lodging the head in place, making her gasp. My hands on her hips guided her slowly, so slowly, feeling every millimetre of travel as her body opened and flowed and clasped around my shaft. The nerves in the head of my cock were on fire as I pressed deep into her warm and soft embrace. When I was all the way inside I pulled her face down to mine. While I had been penetrating her I had watched her eyes. Now I took her mouth, her tongue, her breath. And then she began to rock. 

She rode me, long and hard and with joy and wild abandon. She leaned back and bounced her pussy up and down on me as I looked down the length of her marble pale body, her dark red bush and pink pussy lips at the centre of the frame, her bouncing nipples and open mouth and tossing mane of dark fire above. She flung herself forward, rubbing her breasts on my face, she sat straight upright, gathering her feet beneath her to bounce on her calves and on my cock, eyes closed as she panted and squeezed me, and pumped me. 

Tara was right. I love to watch, and she put on a display that was well worth watching. Eighteen years old and athletically built, pale, smooth and sexy and focussed on my cock. It took a while to make me come, but there was no question that I would. And when I did she squeezed me and rocked on me gently and kissed me, and I said thank you, and she said "My pleasure," and we cuddled and listened to Lucy getting fucked by Mike, and the noises Tara made as Penny licked her to orgasm. And then the lights went out, and sleep crept on us. 

Saturday morning was a little awkward. I woke up with Naimh, Penny with Tara, Mike and Lucy, and Alan by himself, not remembering what had happened. Seven of us needing showers took time, although it was funny having breakfast with them all in the restaurant. Mike and Tara and Penny and I had all planned to stay over so we had a change of clothes. Lucy and Naimh and Alan were in wedding party dress. After breakfast we spilt up. But not for too long, I hoped. Certainly the goodbye kiss Naimh gave me, and the one from Lucy, promised more to come. 

But not that day. They had to get home, but the four of us were heading to Mike's for the rest of the weekend. I wasn't sure, as my hangover kicked in, that I would survive.



Bad Penny Ch. 05



Readers please note: This is the fifth part of a series recounting the development of a relationship over some years - it hardly need be said that it will make more sense if read after the earlier chapters. It should also be noted that this story has so far included themes that could be posted under other headings than just 'group sex.' Light bondage, submission and dominance, homosexual activity between male and female couples, anal play and enemas with hints at watersports and some encounters that push the boundaries towards non-consent/reluctance. There is also a fair amount of the sort of partner swapping and voyeurism and submissive material common in the 'loving wives' section. I also tend to write long sentences, because I trust that my readers are capable of understanding them and know how to parse parentheses. I also like zeugma and puns. If any of this disgusts you, you may wish to read no further. I don't want to offend anyone. If not, please read on, and remember, you have been warned... 

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By the time we got to Belfast I was ready to die. I probably shouldn't have been driving. I almost collapsed into the spare bed at Mike's house. I slept for hours. 

I was woken by Penny, bearing orange juice and coffee, toast with butter and marmalade, and wearing nothing but jewellery, a collar and cuffs and a butt plug. She had been shaved again, although she had a little heart-shaped tuft just above her slit. 

The jewellery included clip-on ear-rings attached to her nipples, with matching ones on her ear-lobes. It took me a moment to figure this out, and I decided I quite liked the effect. 

"I didn't want to wake you, Master," she said, "but Mistress Tara insisted. She said you would feel better for something to eat and drink."

"Hmmn, well, she may be right," I grumped. Hang-overs make me ungrateful and ungracious. 

Of course she was right, and as humanity returned I had more time to look at Penny, and realise that I had not paid much attention to her recently. She had lost a little weight, tightened up a little, and looked generally fitter and she moved more fluidly. She was confident and relaxed, and happy. Which seemed strange, given her adopted low status, but then again, was understandable. She had shed her worries and her inhibitions, and lost her fears and her self doubt. Because of her slavery she was free, and beautiful, and loved, and cherished, and she knew it. 

Gratitude and grace bloomed with the blood-sugar, and I became more polite, and more concerned about my companion. We talked about her day. Mike had also crashed out and was now being roused by Tara in the same way as I was attended by Penny. The girls had slept for a couple of hours, but being the stronger sex, had recovered faster than us. They had woken and bathed together, Tara had shaved Penny and given her an enema, and lubed her up and plugged her, before doing her hair and make-up and jewels. I complemented the latter, and asked if they were comfortable. 

"They pinch a little, but it isn't sore. And when they swing they are really quite stimulating. I wouldn't want to wear then all the time, but actually they are rather nice. Do you really like the look, Master?"

"Yes. Very pretty."

"Thank you, Master. Mistress Tara says that some girls get them pierced, like ears, so they can wear rings in them all the time. Would you like me to get that done?"

"Good lord, no!" I said, with feeling. The idea of having a needle shoved through her beautiful nipples was horrifying. I could feel my balls contract at the thought, and a slight additional nausea that was not alcohol related. 

Penny looked almost disappointed, rather than relieved, and said "But you could buy me secret things to wear. I would have them on me all the time. Tara showed me some photos. They looked quite exciting, Master."

"Really?" I asked, amazed. "Well, I'll have a look, but to be honest I don't think I would like that. I like sucking your nipples very much. Having lumps of metal in the way would be a nuisance."

I reached out and took one of the hanging jewels and pulled it gently towards my mouth. It made her nipple peak up as I drew it towards me and she moaned when I unclipped it and sucked on the hard bud.

I played with her breasts for a while, taking off the other clip and sucking on that nipple as well, and asking her about her adventures of the previous night. 

Andy fainting on top of her had given Penny quite a scare, and she was still a bit twitchy about it. But she had enjoyed the rest of the night, and thanked me for displaying her to the others. "I liked that, Master. It is nice to know you think I am worth showing off. And that they can see I am yours."

"You know I had never suspected this exhibitionist streak in you existed. You have blossomed in the last few months. How do you feel about that?"

She paused, and bit her lip. "She was a bit of a prig, wasn't she? The old me. She wanted not to be, but she wouldn't dare. Last night I had beautiful girls kiss me and touch me and I had three men who all wanted me, and looked at me like I was beautiful and desirable. And I enjoyed it. But I do enjoy this, just us, alone." 

We kissed and rolled together, getting beneath the covers, and luxuriating in the feel of naked flesh. 

It had been ages since we had lain like that, simply kissing and stroking and holding each other. I found myself discovering the hollow of her spine, and the outline of a muscle on her arm. Parts of her I had forgotten, or at least not paid attention to. It was almost like being back in our innocent early days. Except that her pussy was hairless, she had straps on her wrists and ankles, a collar on her neck and the end of a six inch rubber dildo sticking out of her bottom. 

Flashes of memory attached themselves to the places I stroked and kissed. Some were erotically charged (Penny kissing Lucy, Penny riding Mike); some were disturbing (Penny in the harness with Andy pouring drink into her, Penny bathing the bite-marks he had left); some were somewhere in between (Penny tied up with Mike taking her anally while Tara used a vibrator on her pussy, Penny bent over in the Student's Union to receive a butt-plug before she went to a lecture). 

Despite the intimacy of the moment I found my mind turning to plans for future scenes, ideas about what I could do to her, or get her to do with others. Or just do with others myself. Lucy and Shauna both drifted into my imagination. 

I caught myself. I was in bed with the woman I loved, who was nearly naked, and she was clearly in an affectionate and intimate mood. Why was I thinking of the smell of Lucy's neck, or the curve of Shauna's hip? For that matter why was I thinking of seeing Penny in mini-skirt and tee-shirt with her hands tied up to the hook in the ceiling and Mike sticking his cock in her ass? Or having her naked in the back of the car, between Mike and Tara, the two of them fingering her and sucking her tits while I drive them through town and along the motorway? 

The power of that fantasy image shocked me. It aroused me as well. A fact that she noticed. 

"Hmmn, you must be feeling better," she purred as she pressed her tummy against my erection. 

"And how are you?" I asked. 

"Well, when Tara was shaving me, and doing all those other things, she played with me but wouldn't let me come. And she made me play with her, which also always gets me turned on. So I would have to say, I'm ready and more than willing, Master."

"Oh good." I said, and pulled her on top of me, gripping her bottom to draw her up so my cock tip was against her pussy, and pushing down on her to enter the soft, warm, slippery depth of her body. 

She wriggled her hips to settle me deep inside her, and gave a contented sigh. 

I pulled her face down to mine, and we traded kisses, my hips and hers making small circles, my fingers on her back, hers in my hair. 

"Oh, Sean, I have missed you there," Penny breathed, her voice full of sincere emotions that I realised I did not understand. 

My strange mood that had been triggered by the events of the previous weeks had left me feeling detached and dreamlike That had faded a bit, but it hit me again now. I murmured something like "I've missed you too," and accepted her passionate kisses, but inside my head I was speeding through a riot of conflicting thoughts. 

As Penny rode me softly, making love to my body, my mind was analysing each move, each physical sensation, and comparing them to the feel of Naimh, or Lucy from the night before, or Shauna or Tara, or one of the other girls I had been intimate with, and even with the way Mike had touched me. Was Penny so different? Had I missed her doing this with me? This was good, it had to be said. It was more than good. But did it have some extra quality that sex with others did not have?

A few weeks ago I would have been enraptured and ecstatic. To be enfolded in Penny's embrace was the height of physical pleasure. It was to be loved, to be cherished. Now I found myself comparing her body to those of all the others who had held me. For the most part favourably, but I couldn't help pondering on the feel of Lucy's bottom, the fullness of Naimh's breasts, the blonde curls of Shauna, the sensuous mouth of Tara, and on the the merits of pale skin and red hair, longer fingers and slimmer thighs. Penny was a good looking girl, sexy and sensual, and loving in all the best ways, but, I realised, not perfect. Not the only girl for me. No single girl could be. 

It was like a physical shock to think that. The next thought hit me harder. Penny was not the girl I used to know. Not the girl I fell in love with. 

So as she approached her climax and then rested on my chest, and spoke her love for me, and I said what I always said, for the first time I wondered if I was lying. 

My head spun as she slipped off my cock and slid down to suck it. She licked my shaft and over my balls, tasting herself, before concentrating on my glans. Her mouth was warm And she sucked me firmly as her head bobbed in my lap, and I looked at her in wonder.

I did love her. It wasn't a lie. But it wasn't the same. I wanted her to be happy, her well-being mattered to me, I wanted to protect her and help her and yes, I certainly did find her attractive. If anything she was now more exciting and sexy than ever before, with her confidence and submission, her physical fitness and mental openness.

But, I realised, while I loved her deeply I had lost something. I wasn't in love. 

She was taking me deep now. All the way down, her lips touching my stomach and balls. She looked up at me, and I could see her eyes filled with pride and joy and hope. She was enjoying this, loving it. Loving me. 

I smiled back. I told her how good it looked and felt, I told her I loved her doing that, loved all the things she did, that I loved her, I was proud of her, that she was beautiful. It was all true, and as each truth fell from my lips I felt my heart rise, because I knew it was true. 

It was a sea change. 

It all made sense. 

I had been unable to be her Master, which she so much wanted me to be, because it could not fit with my idea of being in love. To be in love with someone they have to be your superior, or at least your equal, in your heart. They have to matter more than you. Their desires are more important, even if they conflict with yours. I hadn't been able to connect that with her demand that I let her submit herself to me. So I went mad, and my grip on everything had loosened. 

It was like a rush of light into my brain. The world crystallised into a new shape. I loved her, but I could love a slave. I could be her Master, with her consent, because I loves her, not despite it. I wasn't lying. I wasn't living a lie. I could look in the mirror again and not feel contempt. And I could take this girl and pull her up off my cock, spin her round and bend her over, just like this. I could pull the plug out of her bottom and throw it aside, and putty cock against her soft opening, and push in, like this. I could grab her hips and pull back on her, drive my cock all the way in her ass, like this. I could pump it hard and fast, deep and long, and feel my balls slam against her wet, bald pussy, like this. I could pop it out, slam it into her other hole, fuck her hard like this. I could pull it back and just poke it into her ass again, feel it open to me as I took her, feel the sweat slick curve of her buttocks on my stomach, my chest on her back, her tits in my hands like this. I could come inside her like this. I could do it again and again. I was free. 

I rolled over and she slid across onto me, seeking my lips and sucking my breath away. 

"God, Sean, promise me you'll do that to me every day," she said. 

"As often as I can, Penny darling," I replied. "You came, didn't you?"

"Yes. Thank you, for doing that."

"My pleasure. Which is as it should be, since you are my pleasure slave. And it pleases me that you should come."

"I'm glad you are pleased, Master. Can I do anything else to please you now?" she asked, amused. 

"Well, I think I would like to rest a moment. But perhaps you should find that butt plug and show me how you put it in yourself again." I said. 

"Really?"

"Go get it Girl," I replied,slapping her bottom. "I want you to kneel there and bend over so I can see it going in."

She squawked when my other hand slapped down and I pulled her ass cheeks apart for a moment. "Go on, Girl, hop to it!"

She was a little slow to comply, still heavy with post orgasmic lethargy. It made her movements languorous, louche, almost graceful but not quite fluid enough. Sexy. 

Penny found the plug, on the floor. It was covered in fluff and detritus. "Eww." she said "Dust bunnies!"

"Go and wash it and bring it back." I ordered. She went. 

I was sitting up with pillows behind me, the covers up to my waist, when she returned. 

Penny was beautiful in the doorway. Her collar, cuffs and anklets emphasised her nakedness. 

Her dark brown nipples were hard, her breasts moving in fascinating soft bounces as she walked towards me. Her hips were swaying slightly, highlighting her curves, her readiness for sex. She had the butt plug in her mouth. All of it, just the flanged base showing, covering her lips. 

She stepped up onto the bottom of the bed, and turned around, bending down to kneel where I had indicated. She had one knee on each side of my feet, her bottom pointing straight at me, so I could see her shaven pussy lips and the puckered entrance to her ass above. She moved then to drop her face to the bed, spreading her legs a little more, displaying herself without any reservation. Her left hand came into view, from beneath, her fingers sliding up over her mons into the slit of her pussy. One finger penetrated, curling into herself. Then a second. She slid them in and out a little for a couple of strokes, and then pulled them out and opened them wide, spreading her lips, showing me the pink inside of her open, wet and sticky tunnel. 

I made a low noise of appreciation, and she wriggled slightly. 

Then her other hand appeared, holding the plug. 

I had noticed that the area around her anus was shiny and slick. She had lubed herself up in the bathroom when washing the plug. So as she passed the tip over her opening, circling round and across it, she picked up a little of the lube. 

The tip settled against the centre of her ass, and she wiggled it from side to side, gently pressing in, opening herself a little, getting lined up. I held my breath as she pushed in about an inch of the black rubber cone. 

For a long moment she held it there, and then pulled it back a fraction before pushing in again with a twisting motion, turning it one way and then the other, and sighing as she did so. 

It was four inches in, the widest part, when she stopped. For a long moment she held it there, and then pushed it firmly home. 

Penny took her hand away and I saw the plug pulse in and out a little as her muscles settled around it. 

A shiver went up her spine, shaking her body in a very arousing fashion. 

"Thank you Penny, that was very sexy." I said. "How does it feel?"

"Full. Good. I'm very turned on. I liked showing you that."

"Show me more. Play with your pussy." I commanded.

"Yes, Master" she said, as her hand began to move on her pussy lips again. 

I watched as she rubbed along the slit, and put two fingers inside. She brought her other hand underneath to draw circles round her clitoris. She spread herself again so I could see the pulsing of her muscles inside, and then she plunged a finger in. 

She was breathing in rhythm with her movements, and I heard the catch in her throat. I loved that sound. 

Her hands shifted. One hand stayed beneath her, a single finger on her clit. The other came over her bottom, pressing the plug in with her palm and sending one finger down to penetrate her pussy. 

I was hard again. I stroked myself in time with her, and watched as she moved her finger to rub in and out of her pussy, up over the lower edge of her opening, the perineum and under the flange of the plug to touch her sphincter. 

"Can I play with my ass, Master?" she asked plaintively. 

"Yes. Go ahead. Make yourself come for me."

She gripped the plug and started to pull it out a little, just enough to bring the bulge of the wide part up to inside of the ring of muscle that gripped it. I could see how it brought the flesh up around it. 

She pushed it down and pulled up fast, stopping each time as the plug pulled at her. Sometimes she pulled up a little more, stretching the sphincter open. 

Her breathing changed. I heard her make that tiny "Oh" that made my heart leap. Penny pulled the plug up, past the bulge, almost all the way out. There was a moment of stillness as she caught her breath, and then she plunged it in. 

This time she stopped just short of the maximum diameter in her ass, and started pistoning it fast and hard as her other hand turned to a blur, frigging herself in double time. 

She came, noisily. Her back arched and she froze. The plug was almost out, and she held it there for an age as her body twitched. Then with a sigh she slid it back in, all the way, settling it in place with a final push and a sigh, and a clenching of her thighs. 

She slumped, her body relaxing totally. 

I was still slowly wanking, looking into her open vagina. 

"My god, you are incredible," I said, and meant it. "That was, wonderful. Unforgettable. Come here lover, come and kiss me."

When Tara knocked at the door, about half an hour later, Penny was asleep on my shoulder. I was wide awake, admiring the naked girl draped over me, and revelling in plans for the future. I had so many ideas.

I told Tara to come in. She slipped through the door quietly, seeing Penny was asleep, and came to sit on the bed beside me. She was wearing a silk robe, the green one I had seen before. 

"Mike is making dinner. Would you like some? How's the hangover?"

I thanked her, saying we would come down shortly. She looked at me and then Penny. 

"How are things between you guys? I've been worried all week, you know. You seemed strange last weekend, and at the party yesterday," she said.

"I'm fine, Tara. We're fine. I was kind of mixed up last week. Lots of stuff to think about. But I'm sorted out in my head now. I love her, you know. That's what matters."

Tara looked at Penny and a soft expression passed over her face. "She is very loveable isn't she? And very sexy. Would you mind if I woke her up?"

"Sure," I said, although the request seemed strange. 

Tara spun round and got on all fours on the bed. She leaned over me and put her face down close to Penny's. She smiled as she looked at her, and then kissed Penny lightly on the lips. "Wake up, sleeping beauty. Dinner time, and then I want to play with you." Tara said, with a sing song tone. She kissed her again and said "Wake up lover."




Bad Penny Ch. 05



Penny's eyelids flickered and Tara kissed her a third time, lingering a little. Penny opened her eyes and smiled and met Tara's next kiss with one of her own. They shared a long and intimate moment before Tara said "Rise and shine Lovergirl, dinner is soon to be served. I think we should all dress for it. So up you get."

Dinner was light and, as always, delicious. A salad platter with pan-fried fillet of lamb, glazed in red wine, cut into bite sized pieces and tossed through the leaves while hot to wilt them just a little. Mike wanted to be a rock-star, but to be honest he should have become a chef instead. 

Everyone was in good temper, a glass or two of wine was taken, and talk ranged over all sorts of topics. It was almost a normal dinner party. 

There were however little hints of strangeness Penny's slave cuffs and collar could still be seen, although they matched the tone of the little black dress she was wearing. Beneath it, I knew because I had picked them out, she was in a sheer black bra and panties, and she had removed the plug. 

Tara was in green again, a respectable blouse and skirt, but her nipples showed through the thin material. Clearly she was wearing a peephole bra. 

Mike was collared and cuffed as well, giving him a slightly punkish look despite the shirt and trousers. 

I was just in casual and comfortable jeans and tee shirt. But only just. No socks, no shoes, no knickers. I don't often 'go commando' (truth be told, I usually don't like the vulnerable sensations) but that evening the concealed freedom was subtly exciting. 

After dinner we retired to the living room, as usual, and curled as couples on our usual sofa's. 

"Want to see a movie?" asked Mike

"Have you made any new ones?" said Penny before I could speak.

"No. Still haven't got the camera."

I had wondered about that. "So how did you make those films we saw last week?" I asked. 

"Borrowed it from the Audio Visual Services department at the Uni. I know a guy who works there. If you like I can see if we can get it for next weekend," said Mike. 

"No thanks. I already said I think I'll pass on that." I answered. 

Penny piped up, "But wouldn't it be fun to do, Sean? We could film us and then watch us afterwards, any-time. I could do a show with Tara, or Mike, just for you to have."

"No Penny. Lovely as it would be to have a film of you naked and playing with these guys, or me, or even just by yourself, I don't want that sort of thing being found by someone else," I said.

"But we would keep it safe. No- one would see it," she said. 

"You can't guarantee that. You want to be a school teacher - how long would your job last if a tape of you having a threesome with Mike and me was found by The Sunday World? Or you playing with Tara? Or even just with me? And I want a research post in academia, and maybe, a place in politics. What would my chances be of a place in a university? Or getting elected to even local government? Or anything higher."

"But Sean, I'd love to see myself with ..." Penny started, but I interrupted her. 

"I said 'No', Penny. I will not let you be filmed or photographed. And I warn you, if I find you have let yourself be videoed, or still shots are taken by anyone but me, I shall have them destroyed, and I will be very angry with you. You understand?"

"Yes, Master," said Penny, a little sulkily. 

Tara laughed. "That sounded rather disrespectful towards your master, Girl. He is looking out for your best interests. I'm sure in twenty years or so he will regret not having photos of you now, but for now it is your place not to question his decision. I think punishment may be required. Shall we gag her again, Sean?"

The suggestion shocked me. I had used the power of our relationship to stop her childish wheedling, but I had not thought of a more severe punishment. The idea that it might be appropriate, given our roles, was again alien to me, but somehow it also made sense. I was unsure. But I recovered quickly. "No. I think she understands. But if she disobeys me I will have her stripped and bound and gagged and she will spend an entire weekend like that, and not allowed to have an orgasm for two days, although she may be used by you and Mike in any way you wish."

Penny had looked scared for a moment when Tara suggested punishment. She looked relieved when I said no, but became horrified when I went on to outline what could be in store. She dropped her gaze and said "Sorry, Master. I know you are looking after me. I just wanted to please you, Master. I though you would like naked pictures of me."

"I would, Penny. But I won't take the risk. Anyway, why would I need pictures when I can see you naked for real?" I said gently. 

"Good point, Sean." said Tara. "Why don't you get her to strip for us and let us see her naked? Do a dance and a striptease perhaps?"

I thought about that for a second and before I answered Mike said "I have just the music for her," and leapt off the couch to go to his record player. 

Penny looked unhappy at this turn of events. It had so suddenly gone from normal social life to sex slave submission. Tara took pity on her. 

"Here Penny, let's dance together," she said, rising and holding her hand out. Penny took her hand and let herself be pulled up as Mike hit the volume control. 

Lady Marmalade filled the air. 

As Labelle wound up the tension Tara drew Penny into a dance like none she had ever danced before. 

I later confirmed that Tara had done this before, to that music, and to be honest she was quite something to see. Penny tried to keep up and emulate her, and she was sexy as she swayed and pulsed and held her arms high, and her hair was loosened, but Tara's unbridled lust poured out of every move. She was mesmerising. She was instant sex. 

Penny could see it too. She could see how Tara drew my attention, and Mike's. Competitiveness kicked in, and when Tara started to help her strip, and touched Penny in intimate ways, her arousal combined with her desire to arouse us. 

Penny began to move in a looser, more relaxed and fluid way. Her hips and arms and hands and breasts became somehow more eye-catching. The triangle of her panties drew my gaze as it swayed and undulated. The little indent in the cloth where Tara's hand had run over Penny's slit became the focal point of the room. 

The single finished. The record player clunked as the next one on the stack dropped down. Tara was holding Penny still, waiting for the music. Jane Birkin and Serge Gainsbourg. Slow, sensuous, very French and not New Orleans. 

They undressed each other, caressed and danced and stole kisses. It wasn't a display for the watching men, it was personal and intimate and between the women. We were no longer an audience, we were voyeurs. 

I saw Tara's finger carve a line through Penny's naked sex, making my girlfriend shudder. Tara kissed one nipple and lightly bit the other, sending Penny's spine into an arch and then snapping her back. Penny's lips sought Tara's mouth and her tongue, and Tara's buttocks were gripped and parted in her hands. Her finger touched and traced around Tara's ass before finding her pussy. 

Tara pushed Penny down, bringing her mouth to her groin, pushing her nose into the red bush. Penny eagerly bent to her task and Tara stood with her hands on her own breasts, and squeezed her nipples erect as the song began to fade out. In the silence before the record player dropped it's next disc she raised her hands to the back of her head and stretched and sighed. 

Judie Tzuke. Corny, kitsch, Stay With Me 'Til Dawn. Tara drew Penny up to kiss her again and then brought them both to the floor to make love. I can't describe it any other way. I had seen the girls together many times now, but this was different. Tara was different. It was deep. Open. Something real. I had seen her like that with Mike, and once or twice had reached something like it with her myself, but this was the first time she had been so intense and soft with Penny. It was almost painful to watch, because it was too personal and too beautiful. 

Their bodies flowed into each other. They rocked and breathed in synchrony, touching and caressing, gripping softly but firmly, doing everything right, instinctively, each movement and kiss, each stroke and penetration, each suckle and lick and gentle bite and flick and rub timed to intensify, given with the softness or pressure to enhance. They were lost in lustful overload so intense that they both came and came again without ever speeding up or reaching frenzy. 

I never even glanced at Mike. I never even thought to ease the erection caught in my trousers. I hardly even breathed. The record had ended, and David Bowie had sung 'Stay' and then silence had settled as the arm parked itself and the turntable stopped, and the girls kissed and rolled over and with Penny on top Tara came and kissed her again and cried and cried and the two hugged and rocked together in sobbing companionship. 

Tara's tears subsided and turned to kisses and smiles. The girls lay facing each other, in contact and each giving tiny caresses and kisses and nudges with nose-tips. They spoke occasionally, words so quiet I couldn't hear. 

I glanced at Mike. He was as entranced as me. We didn't want to interrupt. 

Eventually I saw goosebumps start to rise on Tara's arm. She shivered, and Penny pulled her to her and rubbed her back vigorously. The mood was changed, the moment gone. 

I heard Penny say "You're freezing! Darling you should have said!"

"I hadn't noticed," said Tara. "And you are cold too." She looked around to see Mike. "Stop lying about there and come and give me some heat you useless lump!" she commanded, smiling. 

Mike moved to snuggle in behind Tara, but she said, "No, this isn't going to work. Come on let's go to bed." She took Mike's hand to help her rise, and then held out her hand to Penny. As she did so she looked at me. "Are you coming with us, Sean?" asked Tara. 

"Of course," I said 

"Good. Mike can bring coco."

Tara hurried Penny upstairs to the big bed. I followed quite swiftly. As I entered the room the girls were bouncing in under the covers, and Tara called out "Get your clothes off quick! Bare skin is better for warming up."

I shed my shirt and trousers, and burrowed under the duvet. Tara insisted I get in the middle, and I found myself latched onto by two chilly women. 

Of course I complained and gasped, and laughed when tickled, but I must say it was fun. I got kisses from both of them, and each pressed their bare breasts against me and wrapped a leg over mine, and Tara dropped her cold hand onto my cock. Penny's hand, almost as cold, cupped my balls. 

I slightly resented Mike's arrival with the hot chocolate. We were just beginning to get warm.

Chocolate is often invigorating, but nothing could stop the lethargy that hit Tara and Penny when they got warm. Their lovemaking had drained them, and they both settled down in the middle of the bed between Mike and me. At first they were each curled against their male partners, but after a minute or two Penny rolled over and curled round Tara's back. Then Tara turned, and they entangled, facing each other. 

They were asleep in moments. Mike and I had been chatting quietly, and we just looked at each other and shrugged. We talked on for a while, and then curled around our girls to sleep ourselves. 

Sunday morning was bright at and clear. Breakfast and showers had to be arranged, (house rules for both, so I was fed by Tara and scrubbed by Penny) and then the girls had to take a while to dry their hair and do all the rest of their alchemy. Mike and I played music (Damn him for singing in E flat, I'm sure he did it deliberately). 

We had dressed in casual style, but when the door to the games room (where the piano was, as well as the snooker table) opened I knew we would have to change. The girls were impeccable, stylish, beautiful, sexy in a restrained fashion, 'dressed to the nines' as local idiom would put it. 

"Come on you scruffy lot, get changed, you are taking us out to lunch," said Tara. 

We went to Newcastle. It is a seaside town, about forty minutes or so drive from Belfast. The drive is through pleasant countryside, and the town has a sort of run-down Edwardian pretension to it. It has dodgems and slot machines, candy-floss and Italian ice-creams, as well as the usual range of cafes and chip shops. And the Slieve Donard Hotel. A very posh, very expensive, very pretty house in private gardens. With a good restaurant. 

I was driving, and following instructions. 'To Newcastle' had been the initial command, which was not unusual, we often went there. But when Tara said "Turn in here," I was surprised. 

"Are you sure? Sunday lunch here?"

"Trust me, Sean."

I did as instructed, turning into the winding drive that lead through impeccable lawns and established gardens to the gravel covered area in front of the huge sandstone mansion that was now the hotel.

As we entered the dining room Tara spoke to the Maitre'd. 

A table by the bay window overlooking the Irish Sea (and the Mourne Mountains sweeping down to it) was provided, and menus with no prices on them. 

"What's going on Tara?" I asked. 

"A treat. It is a long story, but I did a good deed, and this is my reward, which I am sharing with you, despite your lack of worthiness."

"I shall let that crack pass, on account of the imminence of smoked chicken and wild boar. But what good deed, other than your usual overall goodness, got you this?" I pressed. 

"A cat. About to be put down. Restored to it's rightful and loving family, who just happen to be the Head Chef and the Pastry Chef in this place. All part of the job, I said, but they insisted."

Mike sounded a little (but only a little) annoyed as he said "Why didn't you tell me about this?"

Tara's smile dimpled her cheeks as she looked at him with affection and said "Because that would spoil the surprise, my love."

The food was unlike any other meal I had eaten in a restaurant in Ireland before. Not quite Nouvelle Cuisine, but light, with small, delicious portions, tasters of other dishes in between courses, and a five part dessert that I would have ordered twice more if I had the room for it. 

We lingered over coffee, and the two chefs came out to say hello, so we lavished them with praise. 

A walk on the beach seemed in order, and a trip to the arcade. Alien Pinball, and whack a mole (watching Tara and Penny with those rubber hammers was actually a bit scary). Then homeward. 

Penny had to be home by ten. We hit Belfast at half eight, giving us forty-five minutes grace to pick up our stuff before we had to leave for her house. The instant we stepped through the door Tara said "Your stuff is all packed. It should take ten minutes for you to get cleaned up and dressed. We have half an hour. Get stripped girl."

Penny said "What?"

And Tara looked at me. "Your slave is being recalcitrant and not obeying orders. I wanted to play with her, and have her give you a blow job, but maybe we should punish her by not letting her suck her Master off."

I laughed. Penny shot me a look. It pushed me to decide. "You are right. She should keep her promises. She agreed to be your slave as well as mine in this house." I looked at Penny and said "Have you forgotten, Girl?" 

"No, but.."

"Good. Now strip. Fast. I want you naked now."

She looked astounded. I said "Do you want me to ask Mike to help you?"

Tara said "Good idea. Here give me your jacket Penny."

I thought for a moment that she wouldn't. But Penny removed her jacket and handed it to Tara as Mike stepped up towards her. 

"Help her with her skirt Boy, she can undo her blouse," said Tara. She waited and took the clothes from them, saying "While you are down there you can get her stockings and knickers. Give me your bra, Girl."

I watched as all this happened and saw that Penny's nipples were hard as she removed her bra, and Mike slid down her panties. Tara noticed this too. She reached out and tweaked one hard point and said "Nice. Now suck Sean's cock." 

Penny started to kneel but Tara said "No, just bend over. And open your legs. I want to finger you."

She bent and tried to undo my trousers. I stopped her. She looked up at me, awkwardly straining her neck as I held her hands. "Master? Is something wrong?"

"Yes Penny. You didn't obey Mistress Tara in her own house. She is right. You need punished. You may not suck my cock now. You must suck the Boy instead."

Mike was trying not to smile as I gestured for him to take my place, and he stepped in front of Penny, already undoing his trousers.

It wasn't much of a punishment really. Penny liked Mike. She liked sucking his cock. She was proud of her ability to take him all in her mouth. To add to the fun Tara was now licking Penny's pussy and ass-hole and fingering both as well. I stepped back and watched as they enjoyed my girlfriend's body and she enjoyed what they did to her. 

Mike was actually very gentle as he slid his shaft into her open mouth. He probed deeply, and rested a hand on back of her head, and after pulling back to let her breath he started a deep face fucking stroke, but he was careful not to make her choke or stop her breathing. He held her hair back in a ponytail so it wouldn't get caught in her mouth, and it gave me a good view of her incredible ability to swallow him. 

Tara was having a good time too, reaching under Penny to play with her tits while sticking her tongue deep in Penny's pussy and lapping up her juices. Tara also dripped a hand to reach inside her own skirt, playing with herself. 

Of course after five or ten minutes of that Tara decided to swap with Mike. She moved to Penny's head and pulled Mike's cock out of the girl's mouth, giving it a quick suck, and sent him to attend to Penny at the other end.

As Tara knelt before her and kissed her, Mike got behind Penny and took her hips in his hands as he pressed his long, hard cock against her pussy lips. I got a great view of his tip opening her up, pressing into the thick, wet, hairless opening, spreading her and filling her as he shafted her deeply. 

Penny moaned. Mike fucked her harder and deeper. Tara held her face between her hands and snogged her, and Penny moaned again as Mike upped the pace, and pressed a finger into her ass. 

We had been standing in the hallway throughout this, but now Tara lead Penny round and across the hall into the lounge. It was weirdly erotic and funny to see her shuffling along with her feet wide apart and head down, with Mike still shafting her as he walked behind her. I followed. When I got into the room I went to close the curtains. As I pulled the second set of drapes across I could see one of the neighbours across the road washing his car. He was looking directly at me. I was pretty sure he had seen Penny, naked, being screwed by Mike. I grinned at him. Something for his wet dreams, I thought.

Tara was just about to lie down on the coffee table with a cushion under her when I turned round. Mike was holding Penny's hips and making her move her feet further apart so he could drive deeper into her. Penny was flushed, breathless, her hair wild and eyes glazed. 

When Tara was in position Mike pushed Penny down to put her mouth on Tara's pussy. Tara held the girl's head and lifted her own legs up and wide to get Penny's tongue as far into her slit as possible. The action of Mike fucking her from behind rocked Penny against Tara's crotch, and I heard Tara begin to pant in time to the licks and rubs that her clit received. 

Then Mike stepped back. I had walked round to get a view from the side, seeing his cock slide into Penny's pussy and getting a view of Tara's as well, so I got a very clear view of what he was doing now. 




Bad Penny Ch. 05



As Penny gasped and tried to keep licking her Mistress, Mike pressed his slick, wet, pointed cock tip against her anus. 

Penny gasped as the head of Mike's cock pushed inside her. She had been washed and lubed that morning, and he had been working her open with his finger for the last few minutes, but her splay-legged stance and awkward bent-over position was tightening her thighs and buttocks. She was unable to fully relax. Mike groaned "God your ass is tight!" but he pushed in further. She arched her back and bent her knees, and gave a little cry. Mike held still for a moment, then pulled an inch back and pressed two inches forward. 

This was repeated, he was four inches in, then five, then six, seven, at last all the way in so his belly touched her buttocks. He rested there as she panted. Her legs flexed, and I saw her breasts shivering. Mike slowly pulled back, six inches, as Penny moaned. Then he pushed into her again, held her still until she relaxed and did it again. Each stroke was faster, each seemed easier for both of them, and the pause at the ends grew shorter. 

After a dozen strokes there was no pause at all. Another half dozen later he was fucking her ass like he had been fucking her pussy, making her tits swing and her thighs flex, the sweat on them making a wet slapping noise as he slammed home.

Tara dragged Penny's face back into her pussy and demanded more attention. Penny gave it, licking Tara out as she frigged herself to orgasm. 

Mike was in full flow now, his hips pistoning in steady rhythm, a hand on each of Penny's.

For me, watching that long shaft sliding in and out was almost hypnotic. I wondered what it felt like for him. I wondered how she felt. I could see a bead of sweat on her nipple, another on the tip of her nose. She was panting now and flexing her hips, driving back on the cock that was delving deep into her body. 

Penny could come from anal sex. I wondered if she would have time before Mike did. Then Tara, who had lain quiet for half a minute, stirred, and swivelled round on the cushion, spinning on top of the coffee table. She had her face below Penny now, and she reached up to pull on Penny's nipples. Penny moved forward, and Tara sucked each hardened tip, and reached up a hand to take possession of Penny's empty pussy. 

With a finger on her clit and mouth on her breast, Penny's arousal level rapidly rose. 

As Mike hammered away I heard Penny loose control of her breathing, and start keening. 

It was a long drawn out moan that rose in pitch and had a vibrato controlled by the slamming of Mike's balls against her pussy. It didn't take long for her to start to collapse, staggering forward to kneel on the coffee table, bringing her pussy near to Tara's mouth. 

"Oh yes, girl, bring your cunt here!" said Tara, pulling Penny to her open mouth. It made the angle awkward for Mike, but he pressed on, and in and found a new balance with one foot on the table and one on the floor. He carried on fucking Penny's ass, and I could see his chest and face were red. It was a race to the finish. 

Penny came first. With Tara sucking her clit and squeezing her tits, and Mike shafting her ass, it was no surprise. As she leapt and twitched and her pussy and ass clenched Mike groaned and cried out "Fuck, Yes, oh fuck yes!"

He came. Gripping her hips he pushed down hard into her and humped her as his cock pumped spunk into her. Then everyone held still for a moment, and all three sighed and groaned. Mike pulled out and staggered back to collapse on the sofa. Penny slumped on Tara, and gasped for breath, until Tara slapped her bottom and said "I can't breathe, move!"

Penny apologised and shifted back onto her knees, bringing her face near to Tara, who after grabbing a breath grabbed Penny and drew her into an upside down kiss. 

It went on for a while. 

When they broke apart Tara said "Thank you Penny, that was nice. Did you enjoy that?"

Penny laughed. "Yes, thank you."

Tara laughed and said with mock severity "Not much of a punishment then. But perhaps it will remind you to do what you are ordered to do, without hesitation or question, won't it, Girl? Now help me up, and then you had better get dressed. It is time to go."

I stepped over to help Penny rise. "We have eight minutes. Time enough for you to wash and dress, I'll get the bags. You okay?"

"Yes, Master," she said with a hopeful look. "I'm sorry I let you down."

"Well, you put on a good show," I said "Maybe after all I should video you doing that sometime. But now we have to hurry."

I slapped her bottom as she moved away. She yelped in surprise, and cast me a naughtily amused look as she turned at the bottom of the stairs, before racing up them to the bathroom. I caught the flash of the come running down her inner thigh as she took the first step.

Eight minutes later she was back in the hall, hair brushed and looking prim and proper. "Will I do?" she asked.

I looked her up and down. It was hard to believe (but wonderful to remember) what she had looked like only a few minutes before. "You'll do me," I said, smiling. 

She smiled as she stepped over to me and kissed me, and said "Thank you, Sean, that's all that I wanted to know."

Then she stepped back and held out her hand. "Would you put these on me please, Master, so I don't forget."

It was her anklet and bracelet and necklace. I got her to raise her chin so I could do up the necklace, and then raise her arm so I could easily shackle her wrist with the thin gold chain. "Put your foot up on the seat there." I said. 

She raised her foot and I knelt down to put the chain on her ankle. As I did so she pulled her skirt higher so I could see up the length of her thigh, past her stocking tops to her naked pussy. I smiled. She smiled back. 

Once I had the chain linked I ran my finger up the back of her calf, behind her knee and along the underside of her thigh, over the stockings and onto bare flesh, then up a little to touch the little tuft of hair, and down to slide along her lips. She sighed as I dipped the tip inside her. 

I stroked her a little, just enough to get her wet and coat her clit with her own lubrication. "Pretty pussy." I said. "Pity we don't have time to play. Come on, got to get you home."

I stood up and Penny placed her hands on my shoulders as I rose, and kissed me when our faces were on the level. "Thank you Sean, for caring for me. Should we say goodbye to Tara and Mike?"

"Well, we can try. But from the sound of things..." I said and went to open the living room door. 

Tara was naked, on her back, legs wide and high. Mike was ploughing her with long strokes, and grunting in counterpoint with her gasps and cries. Penny called out "Bye!" and waved. I don't think anyone heard. 

As soon as we got in the car Penny put on her seatbelt and then carefully pulled up her skirts. Folding the material out of the way so that it wouldn't get crumpled she parted her knees and slid her bottom forward. 

"Why Penny Harty you are getting daring." I said. 

"I thought you wanted to play with my pussy some more. I can change gear for you if your hand is busy."

I slid my left hand along her thigh and touched her clit. For the next five miles I stroked and rubbed and explored her, making her wriggle and sigh. I told her to play with her breasts, getting her to undo some buttons and pull the cups of her bra down to let her nipples stand out against her blouse. I lifted my hand to her face, putting my fingers in her mouth so she could taste herself on them. 

It was a lot of fun. Distracting, but there wasn't much traffic on a Sunday night. But I couldn't devote enough attention to make her come. 

We got to her driveway and she pulled her skirt down, but I leaned across to give her a goodnight kiss and took the opportunity to run my right hand up her thighs and finger her for a little longer. 

"Tomorrow, at lunchtime, meet me in the department."

"Yes, Master," was her thrilling reply. "May I play with myself in bed tonight? You have got me very turned on."

"Yes. But not until midnight. I'll be a home in bed then. I shall be thinking of you."

She blushed, and kissed me fast, and said "I love you, Sean. See you tomorrow."

I racked my brain half the night and morning, trying to think of a place we could be sure not to get caught at lunchtime. 

The idea of finding a flat was strongly attractive. I even thought of going to a rental agency and borrowing the keys for some place, for a viewing, with potential seduction, that lunctime. If what we did could be called seduction these days. 

Then it occurred to me. Obvious. Why hadn't I thought of it before? I made a call, and it was sorted. 

I met Penny at 1.00 as she came out of class. We kissed, as always, not too blatant but more than just a peck, and walked hand in hand to the car. We chatted about our mornings, the classes we had taken, her parents last night when she got home, (her mother wanted the full blow by blow on the wedding party, and her dad was impressed by the description of the lunch on Sunday) and about a bit of gossip she had picked up. 

By now we were in the car, heading up the Malone Road, and passing her old school. Which triggered the gossip. 

"Oh, I have to tell you I heard that Andrea Murray shagged Tim Parker at a party on Saturday."

I laughed. "About time. They have been dancing round each other for years." I said.

"Yeah, Parky's fiancée is going to be so pissed off when she hears about it!" Penny sounded gleeful. 

"You don't like her do you?" I asked. 

"Stuck up, and clingy. She latched on to him in school and never let him see daylight since. She forced him into getting engaged, and she'll run his life forever. If he doesn't escape."

"Well it sounds like he jumped the fence at last."

"I wonder though," said Penny. "She might dump him, but I don't think he'll get away that easily. She might just use it as a whip instead. She's the type who'll forgive him just to keep him guilty and under the thumb."

"Yes," I said. "I think you may be right. I am so glad you aren't like that."

"How could I be?" Penny asked with genuine surprise and a hint of outrage. "You are my Master, in my heart as well as at play. I don't want to control you, or stop you doing anything, ever. I want you to grow an explore and be great, and I'm just happy to be allowed to come with you on the journey."

I glanced at her, as I turned the car into the road leading to Mike's house. "You mean that, don't you?"

"Of course I do!" said Penny. "You know what annoys me most about Andrea? The way she introduces Parky. 'This is my fiancé, Timothy.' Then he has to say 'call me Parky, everyone does.' I mean his mum calls him Parky! But she flashes that ring and refers to her fiancé all the time, and looks down on all the girls that aren't engaged. I would laugh if she wasn't so pitiable."

"Well, maybe she just loves him, is proud of him." 

"No. She likes to show him off, alright, she is proud of having him, but she doesn't love him. She loves having a fiancé. And she'll love having a husband. But she doesn't know what it means to love him."

We had pulled up at Mike's house as she was speaking, but she didn't comment or make a move to get out of the car. 

"You said that so fiercely, and so, I don't know, so finally, so sure of yourself. So sad for her," I said, with curiosity. 

"She will never know what it is to really love someone, to trust them and be devoted to them, and to want the world for them without looking for return. She will never be able to call him Master."

I looked at her in awe for a long second. It was one of the most humbling and profound things I had ever heard. "But if that is what it is to love someone, how can a Master love a slave?" I asked. It was a question I had struggled with for weeks. 

Penny had an answer ready. She looked at me in almost surprise as she spoke, as if what she said was so obvious that she couldn't believe I had to ask. "Not all Masters do. But you know what it means to have the trust and love of a girl who wants to give you everything. And you would never abuse that trust. You would always look after her and keep her from harm. And you would always return that devotion with your protection. You know what it means to husband a woman. And you know that I will always be proud of you, but you will always do things to make me proud. Not because I demand it, but because you love me. You work to deserve my love. And I love you even more because of that."

"Good god, Penny, you astonish me sometimes," I said and kissed her. 

The kiss was returned, and in moments it got hot in the car. When I gasped a breath she looked at me and said "I take it we are here because we are going into the house. Are Tara and Mike in?"

"Tara is at work. Rescuing animals."

"If you want me to play with Mike for you to watch, or share me with him, I don't mind. But I'd like to be able to concentrate on you if I could, Master."

"Let's go in," I said, keeping her in suspense. 

Mike opened the door with a typical look of knowing glee. "Hi Sean. Hi Penny, you are looking well today. I've gotta go out for a bit, so if I'm not back when you have to leave just pull the door okay?"

"Oh, yeah, thanks Mike," I said, and he was off, smiling broadly as he went down the path. "How subtle of him," I commented. 

"I'll bet he's under orders from Tara. She can be quite jealous you know," said Penny. 

"What?" I said. The idea of Tara being jealous seemed ridiculous after all we had done and seen. 

"Oh yes. Haven't you noticed? He gets to play with other girls, and boys, but only if she is about, or off playing with someone herself. If he slept around without her she would kill him. Even with us. He can have a good time, but only with her, or her approval. It is why she does the Mistress act."

"Act?" I said. 

"Oh yes. He loves her, and plays along, but he isn't her slave. She's bossy, but if you bossed her she would roll over and hold out her hands for the cuffs. She just doesn't like feeling like she isn't in control. But really, he's in charge. Just happy to play along, because he has fun. But you know if he didn't he wouldn't play."

"So he is not really her slave. But you say you are really mine. Slave I mean. You know I have found that word hard to say. But I sort of got used to it, because I thought it was a game. And now you seem to be saying it isn't."

"Sean, I have loved you for years. I trust you implicitly. I want you to be free to be you, whatever that takes. So I place no limits on what I will do for you, if you tell me to. Because I know that you would never hurt me for no reason. And because I feel happy when I know I am doing what you want. I love being your servant. Your slave. I got petulant about Tara last night because she isn't my mistress, really. But when I saw you wanted me to play, I was glad to do it, and I enjoyed seeing you take such pleasure in watching me. And yes, I enjoyed what we did, it was physically very stimulating. But the best bit was when you smiled at me. And when you looked at me with such desire. And when you touched me afterwards."

"But you did enjoy it? Mike and Tara?" I asked. 

"Yes. Of course. Once I got into it I got turned on and I wasn't faking it. I like sex, Sean, of course I do. I enjoyed Friday night too, even if I did get a bit freaked. But a big part of it was seeing you have so much fun, and seeing you watching me. And knowing that you were there, even if we were both busy with other people. When Alan passed out I was pretty scared, but you were there in two seconds flat, looking after me. And that made it all better. That's why I can relax and let myself enjoy it. Because you are there. Because you let me be free to do it."

"Did you play with yourself last night?" I asked, catching her out with the sudden change in direction. 

"Yes. You said I could. But I waited until midnight, as you said."

I lead her up the stairs as I asked her "What did you do, exactly, and what were you thinking about?"

"Well, Mum was full of talk, so I had to stay up until ten to twelve, but I didn't want to be late, so I made big yawns and said I had to be in early today and wanted to hit the hay before midnight. So I rushed up stairs and had just time to brush my teeth and get undressed, and I pulled on my night clothes and leapt into bed and turned the light off just as my clock hit twelve."

"What were you wearing?" I asked as I walked backwards across the upstairs landing towards the spare room, holding her hands and drawing her on. 

Penny blushed, and said "My pyjamas. The pink and white cotton ones. You've never seen them. Mum buys them for me. It's what I always wear at home."

"Really? I bet you look very cute in them." I said, as we entered the room and I backed toward the bed. 

"Well, I don't know about that. They are sort of thick and a bit fleecy. They are like my dad's except his are blue. Anyway, I got into bed and under the covers and I thought 'it is midnight. What will Sean be doing?' and I remembered what you look like, naked, hard, when you stroke yourself. And it made me tingle."

"So what did you do then?" I said, sitting on the bed and pulling her gently to stand between my knees. I began to undo her blouse buttons as she talked. 

"Well, I put my hand down inside my pyjama trousers, and put my finger just on the top of my slit. Over my clitoris. Where the tingle was. And I thought of what you do to me. Of you rubbing me there. And you licking me there. So I rubbed it in little circles."

"And did that help with the tingle?" I asked as I slipped her blouse off her shoulders and moved to the fastening on the side of her skirt. 

"Oh yes. Well, it didn't stop it. Not that I wanted to. I wanted to play with myself and make myself come because you told me to. But the waistband of the pj's was too tight and restricting, so I pushed them down to my knees. And I could reach myself better then, but with my thighs together I could only touch the top part of my pussy. I kept thinking of how you slide your fingers all the way up and down my lips, and open me up. So I wriggled the trousers down to my ankles and that let me open my legs."

"And stroke yourself. Were you wet?" I asked, as I dropped her skirt around her ankles and moved to unfasten her stockings from her suspenders. 

"Very. You know the way you sometimes dip a finger inside me and then run it up one side of my lips and over my clit, and down the other side an dip it and go back the other way? I started to do that. Imagining it was you. Except then I thought if what you might really be doing. And that turned me on even more."

I had her stockings unclipped now, and with a touch on her pelvis I was able to get her to turn around so I could undo first her suspender belt and then her bra, as I asked "What did you think I was doing?"

"I thought you would be naked, in bed, stroking yourself. Big long strokes. With your eyes closed. And I hoped you would be thinking about me, imagining what I looked like. And I wanted to be like how I thought you would imagine me. I wanted you to see me, and to show you myself. So I threw off the covers and kicked off my trousers from round my ankles, and raised my knees and opened my legs wide so you could see."

"See what?" I breathed as she turned to face me and dropped her bra with the blouse on the floor. 

"See my pussy. All wet and open, with my finger in it. And see me sliding my finger in and out, and using my other hand with one finger on my clit. See my hips lifting as I pumped my fingers in me, thinking about your cock, in time with your hand on your cock, so it felt like you were inside me."

"And did you come then?" I said, as I slid her panties down.

"That's when I thought that you would like to see my tits. So I undid my top and pulled it open and played with my nipples to make them hard for you to look at. And I pretended that it was you touching them, and it was you sucking them, not just my hand. And I rubbed myself again, and squeezed my nipples, and thought about you entering me, lying on top of me and pushing in until I could feel you all inside me."




Bad Penny Ch. 05



I was playing with her nipples by then, with one hand. The other was between her soft, smooth thighs, a finger opening her up and sliding up inside her, my thumb finding her clit. 

Penny groaned. "Oh, that's nice. I was thinking about you doing that, and about me holding your cock. And about sucking it. And how it tastes. And about you lying on your bed with your cock pointing up in the air for me sit on."

"Undress me Penny." I said, and went on, "so you were thinking about riding me?"

"Yes, I like doing that. I like being able to feel it going up inside me, there is something about the action of lowering myself onto you. And when I get to the bottom, being able to press down, feeling you all the way inside."

She shivered at the thought, and made a funny little sound. It was cute and sexy and made her breasts jiggle in a very enticing way. I leaned forward to suck on one as she pushed my shirt off my shoulders and helped me off with it. 

I had to lean back so she could reach down to my trousers, which brought her face close to mine, and I kissed her lips. 

"So what did you do as you were lying on your back with your pyjama top open and your legs spread for me to see, and you thought about riding my cock?" I asked as she undid my belt, and button and zip. 

"I played with myself of course. I rubbed my clit with my right hand and put a finger inside myself with my left. Sometimes I brought my left hand up to squeeze my nipples because they needed it, but I kept my right hand on my clit and my lips all the time."

She was pulling at my jeans, and I lifted my bottom off the bed to let her get them, and then my underpants, down to my knees as she talked. She went down on her own knees and started working on my shoe laces as I asked "And did you just think about riding me?"

"Oh no," she said, glancing up at me, past my hardened cock that lay exposed on my stomach as I lounged backward. "I kept thinking of you in bed at home, wanking, and I wondered if you were thinking about me. And how you would look. And how I would like to suck you. Just the end of your cock as you wanked, so I could suck you dry when you came."

She was removing my second shoe, and about to pull my trousers off when I said "And did you think about Mike? Or Tara? Or any of the other boys or girls?"

"Not really," she said. "I thought about you watching me lying on my back with my head back and how you could put your cock in my mouth and push it all the way in, and that made me think about how I learned to do that with Mike, and how you like watching me do it to him. And other things. But that was only a moment. Last night was all for you, and about you. About me lying naked for you to climb on top of me and take me, and me to open my legs wider and lift them up and wrap them round you as you put yourself deeper into me and came in me, in my bed."

Her voice was deeper and husky now with lust. I was naked. My legs were apart, she was kneeling between them. It was natural that she should lean forward and kiss my balls. She licked them, and around them on each side, and the sensitive skin over the tendons of my inner thighs. Then she looked up at me and said "And I thought about doing this. And it made me come."

She lifted my cock and placed it between her breasts, and held them together around it. With both hands she lifted them and squeezed, and dipped her head to lick my cock tip. She wanked me between her tits and licked me, and grinned at me as I groaned. 

It had been ages since she had done that. It was one of the things that she had discovered she could do before we had graduated to full intercourse. I used to come as she held them together over the end of my cock, and then she would smear the come all over her breasts and nipples, spreading it out so it would dry before she put her bra back on. Thinking about it now, it was a pretty kinky thing to do.

Penny was a good cocksucker. She had a great sense of timing and intensity. She knew when to suck hard, when to lightly kiss and lick, when to go slow, just holding my tip in her lips and pulsing them, or when to go fast and deep. 

She knew when to use her hand, or just finger and thumb, and when to lick my shaft and round the base of my cock, and my balls. 

Most importantly of all, she liked it. She took to it with attention and enthusiasm. She relished every twitch and jump that she made my cock perform, and she devoured every drop of come I produced. 

I was tempted to just lie back and let her blow me, especially when she started using her nipples to massage my balls as she sucked me, but I wanted something else. 

She had got me to a pretty high level of arousal very quickly, and I decided to return the favour. I sat up and pulled her up to kiss me, and drew her onto the bed and kissed down her neck, over her breasts, sucking each nipple to a hard point, and down over her stomach. 

I lingered a moment on her navel, and pursued the line of tiny fine hairs down to the point where they were shaved, and below to the tuft that was left. I kissed around the mound of her mons, and licked down each side, onto her thighs, the soft inner skin, the harder tendons beneath. 

Back up over her mound, swiftly back to kiss a nipple and navel and then inside her thigh as she shivered and stretched, opening her legs wide and pushing her wet sex toward my mouth. 

I teased her a little longer, almost touching her with my lips as I moved my head from inner thigh to inner thigh, kissing her closer and closer to her shaven lips. She almost squealed when at last I plunged my tongue into her and opened her, sucked at her, caught her hard clitoris in my teeth, closed my lips on it and buzzed. 

It got the reaction I hoped for. Her hips lifted several inches and she panted and clawed at my head. 

I pushed her down, using my tongue on the sensitive bid as I finger-fucked her in time with her rapid breathing. She almost screamed as I pulsed a second finger inside her, reaching up behind her clit, the G-spot. 

She was on the verge of orgasm. I pushed her over the edge. Two fingers pumped in her as I licked her clitoris and used my other hand to roll a nipple. She shook and cried out, and her hips spasmed and I felt her pussy tighten, and suddenly she was flooded, and her legs jerked and she whimpered as I softly sucked on her pussy lips and ran my tongue up and down her slit. 

While she was still in the grip of orgasmic lethargy I moved up her body, kissing her navel and nipples and neck, and taking her mouth as I took her pussy. Tongue and cock entered her, each in soft warm wetness. 

She kissed me and pulled me down with her hands on my back. My hips set their own steady pace, my cock lancing deep and slick, my balls tightening quickly. 

It didn't take me long to come in her. Just before I did I raised myself on my arms to look down on the beautiful girl below me. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip, another orgasm close. Her brown nipples were hard and pointed, topping her silk smooth breasts, contrasting with her honey skin. Her tan had faded, but her heritage kept her darker than I would ever be, no matter how long I would spend in the sun. 

I loved the contrast. Her little dark bush, shaved into a tiny triangle, only highlighted the paleness of my skin, my cock as it entered her honeypot. 

And the way it felt. Her smooth thighs against me, her pussy tight around me, her heels hooked around my calves, her body taking me, sucking me in, hungry for my cock and my come. 

I came. 

Whimpering. Crying. Kissing her. Wrapped in her arms and legs and breasts. Lost but home. 

Penny cradled me and soothed me. She didn't understand why I was so emotionally over-wrought, but she was empathic and knew just to let me recover in my own time. I was simply held and loved as my guilt and fear washed out. 

In a few moments it passed. My head was clear again. I kissed her breast, suckled her nipple, came up to kiss her lips. She asked "How you doin' Loverboy?" just like old times.

I smiled. "Fine Lovergirl. Just fine. Just a bit overwhelmed. That was, well, lovely. It's good to be alone with you sometimes. I missed you. I missed this."

She kissed me again, and agreed with me, and we promise each other to do more like this, alone together. 

But we both knew that we would be back with Mike and Tara soon.



Bad Penny Ch. 06



I was woken by the sensation of a soft wet mouth on my cock. Penny was sucking me gently. In my flaccid state she could take all of it inside her, and swirl around it with her agile tongue. It didn't stay flaccid for long. 

I threw back the duvet and looked down at her. Her face was hidden beneath the mass of curly dark hair, but I could see her bare shoulder and back. She had shed her nightie. Almost certainly her pants as well. Twenty one, naked, sucking my cock and ready for more. 

I smiled. 

Who wouldn't?

My hips needed to flex. Tension was building. My balls were drawing up and my cock had grown so that now she was only working half the shaft when she dipped down. 

I had to groan. I had to push my cock deeper. I had to gasp as she pulled her head back, sucking strongly, so she parted from my cock with a loud noise, and looked up at me. She swept her hair back with her free hand, while wanking me with the other. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she said. She grinned. 

I grinned back as I looked into those sparkling hazel eyes and saw the flecks of green and gold that always looked so prominent when she was turned on. Her pointed chin and high cheekbones, clear honey skin with a hint of excited flush, and that little nose with the round tip, were all framed in her luxuriant hair, making her look elfin, wild, Romantic, and very, very sexy. 

I marvelled once again at how she could look so innocent and girlish, and yet be the most adventurous and active sexual partner I could imagine.

We were in the spare room in Mike's house. Mike was in the main bedroom, with Naimh. Tara had Alan in the other spare room. 

It was Saturday morning, after a rather wild Friday night. 

A few weeks had passed since the weekend of the wedding at which we had first shared a bedroom with Naimh and Alan. This time, sadly, they had not brought the delectable Lucy with them, but over dinner Naimh had suggested we draw lots for partners on that night, with a rotation on Saturday and Sunday. 

I was happy to have drawn Penny. I felt that I hadn't spent enough time with her recently. But I was pleased that I would be taking on Naimh next. I rather liked Tara's red headed cousin, and it would be good to spend a day in bed with her. And then Tara tomorrow. As weekends go it didn't sound too bad. Exhausting though. 

"Good morning, sexy girl. Are you allowed to do that now? I thought I was Naimh's plaything for today, and you have to save your energy for Alan."

She wanked me slowly, still grinning. "Yeah. I suppose so. But I thought I would wake you nicely before I go. I heard someone going to the bathroom and then downstairs so I reckon breakfast will be on soon, and I will have to give you up."

She sounded a little wistful, and I said "You don't have to if you don't want to. The others won't mind, and we don't have to stay, you know. If you want to go..." I jerked my head towards the door. 

She shook her head, smiling. "No, I wasn't meaning that. I'll have fun with Mike and Alan, and I wouldn't dream of dragging you away from a double dose of redheads. But I wanted to spend a minute more with you."

We kissed and hugged and shared a few secret moments before there was a knock and a call at the door. Then we slipped on robes and went for breakfast. 

House rules as usual. I had to feed Naimh, she fed me. Orange juice was passed mouth to mouth. Hot drinks you were allowed to handle yourself. I had two glasses of orange. 

Naimh was wearing her leather bracelets and ankle cuffs, but no collar. Mike had apparently been playing Master. We had decided to keep the game going. 

Breakfast fairly quickly became an orgy. It was Tara's fault really, although the sexual tension could have been cut with a knife and served on the hot toast that Tara kept supplying. She was with Mike, and playing Mistress. So she fed him by placing small pieces of toast on her nipples, marmalade side down, and making him suck the sticky stuff off. 

That gave Alan the obvious idea of doing the same thing on the end of his cock, so his slave girl, Penny, could lick him clean. Naimh laughed at that, and said "I'm still a little hungry, Master. Could I have some toast, like Penny?"

"Only if I get some honey like Mike," I replied. 

She reached for the honey, and smeared each nipple with it. 

For those who have never tried sucking honey off an eighteen year old girl's nipples, let me say it takes a great deal more sucking than you might have thought. That is not a complaint of course. And Naimh didn't mind in the least. But it took a while to get her un-sticky, and she had to wait for her toast. 

But eventually toast happened. 

I looked around, and marvelled. It was a beautiful morning, and the sun was beaming through the French windows in the dinning room. It gleamed on Mike's blonde hair as he pushed his long pink tongue into Tara's ginger fringed slit. It picked up the contrast of her dark pink nipples as they sat like hard raspberries on the pale mounds of her ample breasts, and it set her red curls on fire as they spilled around her ecstatic face where she lay back across the table between the milk jug and the overturned butter dish. 

The light was shining also on Penny. Her golden skin was further gilded by the rays that fell on her thighs and stomach and breasts as she rose and fell on Alan's pale cock. He was lying on the floor with his eyes closed, a hand on each of her knees, while she rode him with her eyes closed, neither slow nor fast, but steady and with little twists and flexes of her hips as she pressed his shaft deep inside herself. She was beautiful. It made my breath catch in my throat when she smiled to herself as she pressed down onto him. 

I wondered what that felt like for her. The warm sun on her skin, the hard cock sliding up inside her body, opening her, stretching her, filling her, pushing against her pussy lips as she pressed down on his root. It was something I could never know. 

But I couldn't be jealous of her pleasure. After all she would never know what it felt like, or looked like, for me, when I dropped my gaze to my lap. Naimh was slowly wanking my cock, and pressing her nose between my balls, as her tongue rasped out beneath them to catch the drop of melting butter and marmalade that had run down from my glans. 

Naimh's deep red curls were not in the sun, but her pale naked bottom was. The light made a tiny halo of the fine hairs on the outline of her buttock. My breath caught again as her mouth moved up to suck my cock deep inside her mouth. Her eyes sparkled with delight. 

It is always so much more fun being sucked by a girl who really enjoys it. And it wasn't just the sweet stuff that had her smiling. Naimh just loved making boys gasp and jump and, in Alan's case, faint. So she smiled, as much as she could given what she was doing, and deep-throated me, and closed her lips around the base of my cock to suck me hard. 

I made an appropriate noise, and she bobbed her head twice before pulling back off me and grinning. "You like?" she asked, but didn't wait for an answer. 

While she buried me in her mouth again I caught Penny's eye. She had obviously heard the noise I made and was looking at me with an amused smile. Her face was crossed by other fleeting expressions as she continued to ride Alan, but she blew me a kiss. 

I returned it, and she mouthed "Love you," as she bobbed up and down on Naimh's boyfriend's cock. I managed to silently reply "You too," before the sudden tongue lashing that Naimh unleashed on my tip made me groan and arch my back. 

When I looked up again Penny was leaning forward over Alan, the tip of his cock just caught in her pussy, her nipples over his face, one being sucked hard, the other squeezed in his hand. The sunlight lit the hair that hung around her, concealing her face, and gave her brunette locks a touch of rust. 

Tara was looking at me, but only half focussed. She made a grunting noise as Mike slammed home his cock. He had flipped her over and was taking her from behind. I could tell from the way her arms were trapped beneath her that Tara was frigging herself as he shafted her. I caught sight of the butter dish beside her again, and thought of 'Last Tango in Paris'. My cock twitched.

Naimh took it as a sign of approval for what she was doing. Which it must be said, I did approve of. She was wanking me with a finger and thumb curled round the joint of my shaft and the glans, and licking the hole in the top, while cupping and gently fondling my balls. 

I looked down at her and she smiled up at me. "Would you like to come in my mouth or my cunt, My Lord?" she said, with a wicked glint in her eye. 

I almost laughed. I had got used to Penny calling me 'Master' and meaning it in a quite sincere and serious way. Naimh's 'My Lord' was a quite different matter. It was playful, almost sarcastic. 

"My Lord?" I asked with raised eyebrow. 

"I found Alan's stash of 'Gor' books," she grinned. "He was most embarrassed, but he liked it when I started playing it up."

I laughed. "Good god, 'Gor'! I haven't thought about that for years. Fantasy for fourteen year olds!"

"Pretty advanced for fourteen?" said Naimh

"I was as horny then, as now. But I never guessed I would ever hear a beautiful girl ask me that."

Naimh looked coy. "Well..." she said, shyly. 

I took her chin in my hand and drew her up to bring her eyes level with mine. "You are beautiful you know. And I know just how lucky I am. And I don't take it for granted, or even believe it sometimes. But I would very much like to come in your mouth, after I have been inside your gloriously tawny fringed cunt, which I will also come in today. But before I do that, I want to lick you all over. I want your tits again, I want your slit, I want your toes. I want the back of your neck and the tendons behind your knees. I want all of you, in my lips and teeth and hands."

I was touching her and stroking her, and kissing her between phrases. The hairs on her back and her arms rose up, and she made a throaty sound before saying "I'm yours, My Lord."

It enflamed me. The sounds and sights and smells around me of Tara and Penny both approaching orgasm simply fuelled the fire. 

I ravaged her. I devoured her, licked her, bit her (not too hard) clutched and groped and clawed at her, penetrated her with tongue and fingers and cock. I turned her and spun her, pressed her mouth to me, pulled her from me, made her come, made her gasp, made her cry out and swear. And I came inside her. Deep in her, pressing hard with my hardness, pumping my come into her, grunting and blaspheming, 

When I recovered she was grinning at me. I was lying like a starfish on the floor, and she was sitting beside me like a Danish mermaid. Above her head, poking out over the edge of the dining table, was Tara's face. She was grinning too. 

"Good show, Sean." said Tara. 

"Thank you," I said "Although it wasn't really a show. I was just inspired by this fiery muse." 

Naimh smiled and blushed as I stroked her arm. 

"Well your other muse has gone to the bathroom with Alan. You didn't use the irrigator on her this morning, Sean, so they are off to correct that oversight," said Tara, with mock reproach. 

"Not oversight, deliberate. Penny is his for the day, and I told her not to do it, in case he wanted to do it, or he might have no interest in it at all. Although the latter is clearly not the case."

Naimh snorted. "Clearly!"

I remembered the video I had seen of Alan and Naimh. It had been clear she wasn't keen on anal penetration, but Alan was. Her tone suggested both amusement and annoyance. I wondered if she was annoyed at Penny as well as Alan. To change the subject I asked "Where is Mike?" It didn't work. 

"He's gone with them to show Alan how the irrigator works." said Tara. "I suspect he is really just after a chance to play with Penny's bits. I expect she'll end up in a three-way in the bathroom. Spit-roasted at least, but probably doubled up in a sandwich. We could all go and watch if you like." She smiled. She was as much a voyeur as me. 

"I thought he was supposed to be attending solely to your needs today?" I said. 

"I have been well attended to this morning, and last night by Alan, and tomorrow I expect you will be suitably attentive. I'm fine. And I can fuck him any time. But Penny getting one in the ass and pussy at the same time is a treat I couldn't deny her. Even better, if you join in she can suck you at the same time. A full house. It would be her first, I think."

Naimh laughed again. "Oh well, if you think she'd like that we should do it!"

"Are you sure?" I asked. I still wasn't certain about her feelings about Penny and Alan. 

"Yes. And don't worry, Alan won't mind, as long as he gets to fuck her in the ass. He's been talking about it all week, since Tara invited us over."

Again there was an edge to her voice. I looked at her closely and said softly "You don't sound too happy about that. Which is okay, but maybe we should talk about it?"

She shot me a glance. Then said "I'm sorry. Yeah. I suppose I am a bit cut up about it. You know he doesn't remember anything about the night of the wedding? Really. He was too drunk, and then Penny flipped his lid and he clocked out. So he wasn't even sure who was riding him when he fainted. When I told him it was Penny he was amazed. Couldn't believe it. He was so annoyed with himself for not remembering."

"Which made you jealous?" I said, gently. 

She shrugged. "Yeah. He went on and on about how gorgeous she looked at the wedding, and how he couldn't believe that he would forget it if he had a chance with her. And then Tara called about this weekend. And I said 'okay' because, well, 'cause I thought I would have a nice time with you guys. But I passed the phone to Alan, for him to agree, because I thought he might say 'no' because he felt stupid about fainting and all that."

Tara chipped in "Yeah, I was surprised he didn't sound keen. But then..."

Naimh interrupted "You told him you wanted to get Penny hooked up with three cocks at the same time."

There was a moment when Tara was silent in embarrassment. I raised an eyebrow. "You told him that?" I said, trying not to smile. 

Tara blushed, then looked at me and saw I was not annoyed. She flapped a hand at me and said "Yes. Yes I did. I know damn well, and so do you, that she will love it. She loves being fucked. She loves sucking cock. She loves taking it in the ass. She loved it when you double teamed her both ways with Mike. Of course she wants a full set. So I told Alan that. And he agreed."

Naimh laughed ruefully. "Agreed? Leapt at the idea, more like. He talked about it all week. Not about sharing her with Sean and Mike, I mean. He just kept coming back to the idea that she wanted anal sex. And he kept on about how pretty and elegant she is, and how he couldn't believe she would let him have sex with her, or that Sean would let her sleep with other guys, never mind that she would let him fuck her arse. Even though he knew she was the one who he fainted on. He still half thought I was winding him up."

"Ah." I said. 

Tara summed up my thoughts succinctly by saying "The stupid bastard! Oh that's terrible. I bet he never thought what you would feel about that!"

Naimh shook her head and gave a rueful grimace. "Course he didn't. Alan's a bloke. I mean Sean here can see that it would make me jealous, but Alan?" she shrugged. "So, yeah. I am a bit pissed off about it. Not with Penny, though," she added, sincerely. "She hasn't done anything wrong. I mean, she is pretty, and elegant, and it is unexpected when you see her in full flight. When she kissed me I was shocked. So he is right about all that. It's just Alan obviously thinks it's okay to let me shag other blokes because I'm not so pretty, and elegant."

I had to smile. And I had to touch her chin and bring her gaze up to meet mine, and say "My dear girl, you are quite wrong and quite right. Penny is pretty, and Alan is being a prat, as well as a bloke, but you are pretty, and elegant, and very sexy, and every bit as wonderful as Penny. Whose faults I know all too well after many years of her company. Anyway, I am glad you aren't annoyed at her, and I understand you are a bit jealous. So why don't I take you to bed and show you just how beautiful you are?" 

"What about Penny and the three cocks?" she asked.

"Another time. I'm sure it will happen. But this is about you. I am sure Alan has no idea of what he did or intention to do it. But I have some very good ideas, and intentions. So come with me." I said, rising and holding out my hand to her. 

"Can I come too?" asked Tara. 

"Well, my plan is to show Naimh how sweet and sexy and lovely and pretty and beautiful and gorgeous and simply wonderful I think she is. So I will be concentrating entirely on her."

"Well I think she is pretty and elegant and sexy and lovely too. Maybe I could help pamper her." Tara pouted a little. 

Naimh laughed and said "Okay, you may pamper me." 

On the landing as we passed the bathroom door I heard the sound of Penny getting fucked. Flesh on flesh, breath forced from her throat, the grunt of the man who was taking her. I couldn't tell if it was Mike or Andy. Or both. It was hard to resist the urge to open the door and see. I imagined her standing naked, leaning on the basin with both hands, Andy sliding balls deep into her from behind, Mike kneeling beneath her to suck on her nipples, a thumb on her clit, fingers in her pussy. Or was she riding Mike while Alan took her ass? 

I laughed at the image. She would be beautiful and so vital, so innocently pleasured. I could see why Naimh would be jealous. 

Naimh looked back at me when I laughed. She raised an eyebrow. I smiled and said "Sounds like they will be busy for a while."

I guided her on towards the bedroom, my hand on her naked back, sliding down to cup the curve of her bottom. 

She turned as she reached the bed. I took her in my arms and kissed her, surprising her, but taking my time to make sure she realised I meant it. 

After a few moments she broke off and looked at me with a curious smile. "Sean?" she said, and the question hung between us. 

I kissed her lower lip so softly and gently that she closed her eyes to feel it. 

"I told you, Naimh, today you are mine, and I am yours. But you are not my slave. You are my goddess, to worship." I said and ran my finger down her spine, and touched my lips to hers as I spoke, and tasted her tongue as I kissed her again. 

I was hard again. It felt her body melt against me, one knee moving between mine, so she could press her sex on my thigh and crush my cock against her stomach. Her hands came up to my hair and down to my buttocks. Her kiss was fierce and free. Her nipple was hard as my thumb passed over it and she grazed my chin with her teeth as she moved to kiss my neck. 

Tara had walked around the bed and climbed up onto it, but simply knelt and watched us and waited. I looked over Naimh's shoulder at her, and said "Take off her anklets and wristbands."

As Tara fulfilled my command I kept up my kissing and caressing, and murmured in Naimh's ear. I told her how beautiful she was, how I admired her figure from afar, and was fascinated by her curves. I ran a hand or finger along the lines of her hips and waist and breasts, her thighs and buttocks, the triangle of her pubis, the curve of her pudenda. I described her fire-fleeced softest mound, her crinkled areolae, dark pink and rough, sweet smelling and kissable. I told her about her deep navel an her utterly edible earlobes. And then I fell to my knees to worship her.

She lay back on the bed as I gently lifted her legs apart, her wet and glistening sex on a level with my eyes. I touched her with a finger. Slowly, gently, opening her up, spreading her lips to each side, round and round her opening, up over her clit and down the lips, spreading her wetness around. Some of the sticky coating was my come from earlier. I beckoned to Tara, and she bent her head to lick it up. 




Bad Penny Ch. 06



Naimh crooned. I moved to lie beside her, to mould and kiss her breasts, to kiss the inside of her forearms an inner elbows. I sucked her fingers, bit her neck, coaxed her to the edge of orgasm as Tara carried on tonguing her and fingering her. When she came I held her and she wrapped around me, and Tara moved behind her to enfold her.

We lay together for a while, before Naimh kissed my chest, and raised her head to look at me. I kissed her lips as she sighed. Without speaking, her hand fell onto my cock and she wanked me with long strokes and we began to press against each other again. Behind her Tara slipped down to better reach Naimh's bottom. She rubbed the small of her back, down between her buttocks, up the back of her thighs. Naimh raised a leg and Tara again penetrated her cousin's body, sliding two fingers into her.

Naimh was nearing another climax when Tara lifted her leg further and shuffled down the bed to gain access for her tongue. I couldn't see what she was doing, but Naimh shivered in delight, and began to cry out. 

As I kissed her and caressed her, and she got that faraway look, I was caught by the beauty of her skin. So pale and smooth and soft. The fine ginger hairs around her ear and down her neck were fascinating. And the sounds from deep in her throat were primaeval, penetrating straight to my hind brain. I was suddenly lustful, I wanted to possess and ravish this woman again. 

She was willing. 

I moved the tip of my cock to touch her slit, and she gasped, thrusting her hips forward to rub against me. In a moment she was rolling on top of me, and I felt Tara's hand take my cock and rub it up and down Naimh's slippery opening, before the girl pushed back and down, spearing herself on me. 

I pulled down on her shoulders then, taking her mouth with mine as I struggled to control my hips. She flexed, and I felt her legs open and her pussy take me all the way in, and the muscles inside her pulsing around my shaft. She panted in my mouth as another orgasm rolled over her, and then another. I could feel Tara touching my balls. She was licking Naimh, rimming her. 

On top of me the teenage girl writhed and whimpered. Her body clenched around my shaft and her wriggling was enough to send bolts of pleasure shooting through me, tightening my balls. I thought I would come, and then felt Tara's finger probe beneath my perineum and touch my ass. Her tiny finger tip entered me as Naimh pressed down and began thrashing about on my cock. It was only the second time I had been so intimately touched, and I came inside Naimh as she came, and we rocked together and kissed and thanked each other when we regained our breath. 

Naimh turned to Tara, who was lying beside us. "And thank you too, dearest cousin. That was something new."

Tara twinkled. "Maybe you'll get me back sometime. But now I ought to go and check on Mike." She kissed each of us, and I heard her whisper "Alan doesn't deserve you, darling," as she parted.

We got under the bedclothes and lay facing each other, far enough apart so that we could focus on each other's face, and breathe without stealing each other's oxygen. We talked softly, and I touched her face and shoulders and sometimes her throat and breasts, and her waist and hips, with my hand, and my foot found hers, and stroked her calf and thigh. I asked her what she liked, what she didn't like, and we passed on to places and toys, fantasies, and then first times. 

She wanted to know about me first. So I told her - Penny was my first, for everything, except one thing. 

She wondered what I meant. "She was my first kiss, first girl who I touched, fondled, did anything and everything with, and did those things to me. Except, we had a row, and broke up, and I thought we would never get back together, so I started seeing other girls. And, well, at that time we had done everything short of actual full sex. So when I got in bed with a girl who was not a virgin and wanted me to go the whole way... I did. And then I got back together with Penny, and we did it, and it was her first time. So I have always felt a bit bad about it. But it was just the way it worked out."

"Hmmn. Not the sexy story I was expecting." She frowned. 

"Well, I could give you the sexy version..." I said, and when she smiled and nodded I went on, "I was sad. And lonely. Penny had left me, and I got drunk a lot. Then a girl leapt on me at a party, and snogged me, and another girl, another time, shared a bed with me and we had a lot of fun, although we had no condoms and so we didn't have as much fun as we might have, but still I was sad. And then, one evening, as I was falling asleep on a sofa, staying overnight in a friend's house, I was woken by the light from the doorway, and my friend asking if I wanted to come up and sleep in the bed with him and his girlfriend. To which I made some incoherent reply, of a generally "what? No thanks mate I'm comfy enough here" kind of thing.

"So the door closed, and I became more awake, trying to work out just what had just happened. Did he really say that? What a weird thing to ask, I thought. And then the door opened again, and into the room walked a girl. His girlfriend. Wearing a diaphanous baby doll night dress and similarly see through knickers, and a dab of some potent perfume. She came and sat on the sofa where I was lying, pushing her bottom onto the seat just in line with my crotch, causing me to shift back and rise up.

"Were you asleep when my idiot boyfriend came down here a few minutes ago?" she asked To which I replied "Yes." So she smiled and said "What did he say to you?" which made me pause for thought.

"I said, "Well..." I thought for a moment. The light from the doorway was dim, but my eyes were well adjusted to the low light. I could see the darkness of her nipples through the thin fabric. It was obvious that this girl wasn't shy around me. Could I say what I suspected he had said? I swallowed. "I thought at first that he said something about you inviting me to sleep in the bed in the spare room..." and I left the suggestion hanging. 

"She nodded. "So you said you were comfy enough, and turned him down. That makes sense. But you only thought that at first? What did you think he really said, once you woke up and thought about it?"

"I swallowed, and said "He might have said something about you wanting to share a bed, and that there was lots of room."

"She laughed. "And what if that was what he said? If he was inviting you to share a bed with me? What would you have said?"

"I swallowed again. Before I could answer she leaned toward me, giving me a view down the front of her already see-through gown. I swallowed again, and she said "What would you say if I asked you to come to bed with me?"

"I confess my answer was "Ahmm..."

"She leaned closer and whispered against my lips "I will be most offended if you say no."

"I squeaked. Really. My throat had closed and mouth went dry and it came out as a croaky high pitched whine. "What about him? Won't he be jealous?"

"She chuckled, a warm, low, wicked sound. "No. Didn't he come down to invite you first? He'll be there too, he's as excited about the idea as me. We have a deal. This is a one time thing, just with you. He trusts you. And me. And he is going to fuck me tonight as well."

"Oh," was my reply. And she laughed again. 

Naimh interrupted me. "Hang on a minute! You are talking about Tara and Mike! Aren't you?"

"Yes." I answered

"So your first time was with Tara? In a threesome with Mike? Good god!"

"Yes. It was. And it was good. Would you like to hear more? Or is it no longer so sexy since it is about your cousin?" I asked. 

Naimh laughed then "Its okay. Tara is sexy, and I'm sorry I interrupted. So, what happened next?"

"Well, since Tara had said Mike was going to fuck her as well, I finally got the idea that she meant I was going to fuck her. Not just share a bed and fool around but actually go all the way. I probably looked scared. So she laughed again and said "So, Sean, do I have to drag you or are you going to follow me to my bed willingly?"

"Despite her dress, her scent, her closeness and her wicked voice, I still found it hard to believe. I made one last effort to make sure I was not dreaming and said "You are serious about this then?"

"She kissed me. A long, deep, passionate and serious kiss. Her hands were in my hair, down my sides, pulling mine up to her body. I touched her back, her hips and her barely covered breasts, and was suddenly filled with lust and confidence. Until she broke the kiss and sat back, saying "Well, that's better! Now come to bed."

"As she rose and pulled me up with her I had to ask again "He is okay about this? I mean, I'm convinced, and I'm more than okay, but I don't want to cause trouble."

"She just laughed, and lead me to the stairs. 

"In their bedroom, just across the hall from here, Mike was sitting up in the bed, wearing a dressing gown and looking really scared. I mean pale and shaky. I probably was the same colour. I paused in the doorway and we looked at each other for a second. Then he grinned. Still pale, and a bit hesitant, but the usual Mike grin underneath it all. 

"Tara took my hand and lead me to the bed, where she spun round and looked at me and held both my hands. Without looking at Mike she said "Sean here is all worried that you might be jealous. That it might spoil things between you two if I we do this. So please tell him what you said to me."

"Mike shuffled a moment and then said. "Sean, you have been my mate for nearly ten years. I know you are a good guy. And, I love and trust Tara. And you. So Tara and I have agreed that since she fancies you, and she doesn't want to cheat on me, she can do whatever she wants with you, as long as I know about it. I don't necessarily have to be here, but I have to agree up front. However, this is the first time we have ever done this, so I want to be here tonight. Because I think I would be jealous if I wasn't involved and getting to fuck her as well. And also, because I think it will be very sexy to watch her getting screwed. So tonight, you two have Carte Blanche, as long as I get to play with her too."

"Tara looked at me and said "Okay?"

"Okay." I replied, although for the first time it hit me that Mike was going to watch us. That I would probably have to take some clothes off. And Mike was going to see me. 

"But I didn't have much time to think about that because Tara kissed me, in no uncertain way. 

"I was wearing my tee-shirt and jeans, and socks. She started to undo my belt. I was semi-paralysed. Mike was watching. Five feet away. His girlfriend was sticking her tongue in my mouth and squeezing my backside. And I had a hard on. 

"She dropped my trousers, and went down to pull them off and remove my socks. I shuffled awkwardly from foot to foot. And she smiled up at me, saying "These have got to go." Then she grasped my cock, through my bulging underpants, and added "We'll keep this. But the knickers have to come off."

"I'm sure I blushed, and I know I gasped as she wanked me with that hand and grabbed the waistband with the other. She had them pulled down a couple of inches, exposing the end of my cock, and then covering it with her lips before I could say anything. 

"Somehow in the next few seconds I found myself in nothing but a shirt and her mouth. 

"I had my eyes closed for a moment, and I looked down at her when I opened them, but my eye was of course caught by the presence of Mike. He was staring at my cock. Well, okay, he was staring at Tara sucking my cock, but that idea was no less disconcerting. 

"Tara noticed. She looked up at me, and then glanced at Mike, and said "How you doin' Honey?"

"He grinned. As always and said "Fab. That looks amazing. Look what it did!" he threw back the covers and his gown, to reveal his erection. 

"I don't know what you thought when you first saw Mike with a hard on, but I can tell you, I was flabbergasted. I mean, it is just so ridiculously big. Which, is a hell of a hit on your ego as a guy when you see it in comparison."

Naimh laughed. I said "Gee thanks for the vote of confidence," and pretended offence. 

She poked me and then grasped my cock and said "There is nothing wrong with this one, and you know it. Yours is thicker than Mike's, and much bigger at the tip. It feels lovely. To be honest, Mike is too pointy and too long sometimes. When he gets carried away he can really hurt a girl inside. Which is off-putting. And he never really bumps your button"

"What?" I asked. 

"When you are in me, and go deep, the bottom of your cock, the bone there hits my clitoris. Which is very nice. Mike can't do that really. And to be honest, he's so heavy! I keep thinking if I don't get impaled I'll get squashed. Thank god he's not a fainter."

That made me laugh. But she stopped me by giving my cock a few strokes, and saying "But I'm sorry, Sean dearest, I've interrupted you again. Please tell me more."

I shook all over and made a little grunt noise before saying "If you keep doing that I won't be able to say anything."

She took her hand away, instantly, smiling and saying "Oops, sorry."

"No need to apologise, I was enjoying that. You can carry on if you like..."

Naimh smiled and said "No, Sean, I want to hear more. But I'll get you later. Promise."

"Okay. Where was I?" I said, reluctantly. 

"You were staring at Mike's cock."

"Was I? Oh. Well yes I probably was. And my own was starting to wilt. But Tara was clever, and realised that I was nervous. So she waved at Mike and said "Shift over. Even better, go and turn the dressing table light on and put out the other ones."

"He shuffled across the bed and out the far side. Tara threw the cover back and herself onto the bed, rolling to face me. She patted the mattress and said "Come here, Sean. Lie beside me."

"I did as I was told, and she threw the cover back over both of us. "Now darling," said Tara, "I know this is all a bit weird. Its a first for us too. But Mike's fine, and I'm horny, so how about we just kiss and cuddle for a while and see how it goes."

"So we did. And after a while, I noticed Mike had got back into bed beside us, and he was rubbing Tara's back. She had been lying on her side, but had thrown a leg across me, and was fondling my cock as she kissed me. I had dared, under the covers, to start touching her breasts, but no clothes had come off. Until Tara moved to straddle me, and started pulling at my tee-shirt. I was shortly naked, with her kneeling on top of me, pressing her crotch against my cock. And leaning forward to try to kiss me. Which meant I had to strain my neck to meet her, since she is not that tall. Mike popped a pillow under my head to help. I think that was the first moment that I began to believe that he really wasn't about to flip out and start beating me up. The next moment was when he sat up and took both Tara's shoulder straps and pulled them down her body, baring her breasts, right in front of me.

"Of course it was the first time I had seen her naked breasts. And, well, you know how they look. Although I don't know if girls have the same appreciation for them." I said, casually circling one of Naimh's nipples with my finger tip.

Naimh smiled and said "I think you are right. I mean, I like them. I think they are pretty and they smell nice, and taste good, and I know how wonderful that feels, but men seem to have a fascination with them. But then I can't help looking at a naked cock, so its probably the same sort of thing."

"Well, when Tara leaned forward to put her nipple in my mouth I was finally ready for anything. And I went a little wild. Which she liked, and Mike applauded. Actually, while I sucked and licked her tits, and her neck and ears and lips and face, but mostly her nipples, he sat back and slipped a hand up her knickers and fingered her. So she quickly got very turned on, and came as I sucked on her breasts.

"Which surprised me, since I hadn't known about what Mike was doing. But when she came she dropped onto my chest, and kissed me hard on the mouth, and then when she gasped for air, she grabbed round for Mike and dragged his face to hers, and snogged him. Which was sort of weird, since their faces were only an inch from mine, so I slid out of the way. Down the bed a little, still underneath her, and began feeling her tits and licking them again. Which she enjoyed, and she reached down to grab my hand and guided it into her panties. 

"Well, that was upping the stakes a good bit. I had fingered Penny, a lot, and a couple of other girls, so I knew what to do, but the excitement and danger of touching a girl for the first time, with her boyfriend there was, well, fantastic and terrifying.

"She took a finger easily, and two just as easily as well. I had only recently been able to put two in Penny, although both the girls I had played with that summer took two fingers with no problem, but Tara of course was used to all sorts of more advanced things, and I was amazed at how easy it was, how natural and free she was with my hand on her sex, how wet her pussy had become. Penny, believe it or not, was sort of shy, and even though I had done it a hundred times, she was still hesitant about opening her legs. Tara spread herself wide and rode against my hand like it was a rocking horse saddle.

"She came again, as I fingered her and sucked on her breasts, and I looked up to see that Mike was kneeling on the bed so she could suck his cock. He was fucking her mouth, and she was holding his balls, pulling on them to make him go deeper inside her. Which was also pretty exciting to see. I sort of rolled back a bit to watch, and Mike reached down to grab Tara's nipple. I had never seen anyone be so rough. Of course I had never done that to Penny, so I was really shocked by the way he twisted and squeezed it. But Tara loved it, and began pulling and tugging on her other nipple, so I overcame my surprise and joined in. And that's when she said it.

"She pulled Mike's cock out of her mouth and gasped, "Fuck me, Sean! Fuck me now!"

"I was stunned. Shocked. Penny and I never used that word, and this was just beyond bizarre. So I froze up, and Tara reached down and grabbed my hand and forced it against her sex, really brutally using my fingers to frig herself with, and I sort of joined in, but all the while what she had said was ringing in my ears. I kept thinking "She wants me to. Do it! She told me to!" but I was scared, wiltingly scared.

"Well, Mike came, right in her throat, I don't think she even had to swallow, and when he slumped onto the bed she looked down at me and had my hand in both of hers and was really pumping herself with my fingers, and she said "Come on Sean, come up here and fuck me, please!"

"She grabbed my hair and pulled me towards her and grabbed my cock, which was half soft, and started tugging on it. She was frenzied, and not gentle, and it just wasn't working for me, and I remember looking down on her and saying "I'm sorry, Tara, I don't know what to do, I've never done this before!" and it was like someone had hit her on the head. She just froze, stunned, eyes wide, and looked at me. 

"What?" she asked, "Do you mean...? You haven't done it with Penny?"

"No." I said, almost in tears. I was blushing, embarrassed, frustrated, angry, all sorts of things that don't make for great sex, but in the warmth of her suddenly still hand my cock was beginning to swell. "We never did it."

She looked incredulous, and said "But you went out together for years!"

"Yes, and she's still a virgin, and so am I." 

Tara looked at me so gently then. She let go of my cock and put both hands on my cheeks and drew me to her mouth to kiss me. As we moved I ended up between her legs, her open, soft, smooth, naked legs. My cock of course was against her crotch, my balls hanging down to touch her open, wet and warm pussy, my shaft resting in the fur on top of her springy mons, my chest touching her upright nipples. I remember feeling all of that, and the touch of her thighs and her calves and her heels as she wrapped her legs around mine, and she ran her hands softly and gently over my arms and back. She lingered on the kiss, and when we broke it she held my head again a few inches from her face and looked into my eyes and said "I want you Sean. Would you do me the honour of letting me take your cock into my pussy?" 




Bad Penny Ch. 06



I was hard then. I didn't say anything, but I lifted my body to let her hand run down over my chest and stomach and take my cock and point it down. I felt the tip touch her there, and she raised her legs and I felt it just begin to open her lips, to start to enter her. She held me, and looked into my eyes again and said "Push it in, Sean. Push it into me."

I did it, slowly. She flexed and wiggled a little, and eased my way, and she moved her hands to my hips and pulled me deep as she raised her legs, and I felt it all the way inside. And then she kissed me again, with both hands on my head and neck, and she rocked me gently as she took her time. I felt her flex and squeeze me inside her, and her tongue found mine and then her hands dug into my back and she pushed her hips up towards me. 

My hips knew what to do, even if I didn't. I pulled up a little, and then pushed in again, and then again, and again and before I knew it I was taking long, hard, swift strokes, and it was like nothing I had ever done before. And she helped me. She was tuned into my rhythm, concentrating on my experience, and knew that it wasn't going to take long. I have to say that she was really good. And, well, even though I was filled with all sorts of mixed emotions, about Penny, and Mike, and Tara, grief and lust and sorrow and fear and regret and desire, she swept them all away. She felt like velvet over a firm pillow, smelled sweet and musky, and her eyes burned with passion and need and wanting. She wanted me to come in her, to feel me pump into her, to be the girl who took my virginity. She wanted me to desire her and pay her the ultimate tribute of my seed in her body. And what a body. It was like sinking into a bath of warm honey.

So I came, oblivious to Mike, lost in the physical sensation of Tara, and then lost in my own world. I didn't faint, like Alan, but I was definitely transported to another place for a while. And when I got back, Tara was smiling up at me, with her arms and legs around me, and she grinned and kissed me and asked me how I was, and I said "Wonderful. I feel wonderful. You feel wonderful. That was..." and ran out of words. So she said "Wonderful?" and laughed, and said "I agree, that was wonderful, but now I have to budge you because I seem to be getting a cramp in my leg"

Which rather brought me back to the world. It didn't spoil things at all, though, but it allowed me to roll off her and Mike to rub her calves, and then her pussy, and then he took her on top of himself and I watched her ride him until he came, and then she climbed off him and onto me, and rode me, until she came. Then she rolled off and lay spread eagled and said "Oh, that was good. Now would you boys do me the great honour of fucking me in turns for the next hour?" So we did. Tag teaming her, getting our breath back in between fucking her hard as we could while she urged us on with the most outrageous commands and both hands grabbing our asses and pulling herself hard against us. It was almost brutal. It would have been if we had any more strength. She did that again one night, weeks later, but made sure we had not come first, so we were fresh and could keep going longer. She was sore afterwards, but swore she loved it and would do it again, although I haven't seen her do it quite that hard for that long since. But by the end we were all just exhausted, and I don't remember falling asleep. I do remember waking the next morning though. Mike was snoring very loudly, and I had Tara's arm across my chest, so I lay there awake listening to him and unable to move in case I woke her. She eventually woke up a bit, and pushed at me muttering "Roll over darling, you are snoring again." She was surprised when I said "No, its Mike who is snoring. I'm just lying here."

Tara's eyes popped wide open and she stared at me for about five seconds before her brain filled her in on the situation. Then she laughed and said "Sorry Sean. God what a racket. Let's leave him to it and get some breakfast."

She lead me down stairs, both of us naked, and I put the kettle on while she sorted bread for the toaster, and then, she turned to me and grabbed me and kissed me and grabbed my cock, and ten seconds later I was fucking her on the kitchen table. And then we finished getting breakfast together and took trays upstairs and woke Mike, and we all had tea and toast and that was that."

Naimh gave a low whistle. "Hot and heavy stuff for a first time, Sean. Mine isn't half as sexy a story."

But you can tell me it anyway?" I asked, smiling.

"Well." She paused a moment and said "My first kiss was with a boy called Phil at a party when I was fourteen. He smelled of beer and cheese and onion crisps. It was not good. But I wasn't put off too much by that very brief encounter, so I properly snogged a few more boys at parties after that. The first one to get his hand up my blouse got slapped. The next one got to keep it there and made my nipples crinkle, and he kissed my neck and deep into my cleavage and I let him unbutton my blouse so he could kiss all round my bra. But no further. Then I had a little tumble with Tara. Yes, your first was my first too, for all sorts of things. She was at my house for a weekend, and we shared a bed, which we had done since we were kids. So we got talking, about boys of course, and we both got hot, and she asked me if I ever played with myself, and she began playing with herself. So I copied her. And then she grabbed me and snogged me. Which was nice, so I let her. Of course I had only a night shirt on and she was feeling my tits, the first time a naked hand had touched them. Which was nice. And then she ducked down and sucked them. Which made my head explode. It was my first orgasm. Real orgasm that is. I had played with myself before and had little frisson moments, but when she sucked my nipples..."

Naimh wriggled at the memory, and went on "So on the Saturday night we got in bed and I just stripped off and told her to do it again. And I sucked hers. And she fingered me. And I came again, and she put my hand on her pussy and said "Do it to me, please." So I did. And it all went a lot further than I had expected. Thing was, as I played with her she opened her legs wide and said "Put your finger in." and then "Two fingers, in and out." And then "Can you get three in?" and I could. 

After she came I was still in shock. She had frigged my clit, but not put a finger in me. I had used tampons, so I knew I could take one, but I had never done it when I plyed with myself, I just 'hit the button' if you know what I mean. So I asked her about it, and if she had let a boy do that to her. That's when she told me about her brother and his mates. You know that story?"

I nodded and said "Yeah. She told me."

Naimh looked grim. "Well, she just burst in tears, and it all poured out. Guilt, lust, more guilt about wanting it again, anger at everyone. And then she just flung herself on me and wept and kissed me. It was a hell of a night." She shrugged. "But, from then on, whenever we could, we made out. She was the first to put a finger in me. And she went down on me before any boy tried it. And I licked her before I sucked a cock. But we both wanted boys as well, and we knew if anyone found out about us we would be in big trouble. So we kept it quiet."

"And then I met a really nice guy called Gabriel. Who was not an angel. We met down the park, and hung out together, with a load of others, for a couple of weeks, and one evening I was horny and I leapt on him. We went off into the bushes and I let him finger me, and got my blouse undone and my bra off so he could suck my tits as I leaned up against a tree, and he suddenly went down on me. First boy to do it. He pulled off my knickers and went in with a finger and tongue while I held my skirt up. I am sure half the park must have heard me come. And the other half must have heard me squeal when he stood up and I felt his cock pressing against my pussy. He had got it out when he was kneeling down, and when I came he stood up and kissed me and tried to get it in me."

I laughed. "Naughty boy, but understandable. The mental image of you standing topless with your skirts up is giving me a hard on." I said teasingly. 

"Well, maybe, but I was not so sophisticated in those days. I had never seen a cock before, let alone had one there. So I swatted him away and said "No!" quite forcibly."

I laughed. "Swatted him!"

"Oh yes. Which made him jump. Thinking about it now I'm glad he was a good guy really. I've met some guys since who would have been a lot less understanding. But I was so shocked, and so was he, and we both ended up apologising. And he was in some pain. But clever enough to say to me "Is it bruised? Can you see?" and I was daft enough to look. And curious as well. So I knelt down to see, and he told me it was okay to touch it, and then he said I should kiss it better."

"Cheeky!" I said

"Well, as he pointed out, he had kissed me. And Tara had talked about doing it. And I had heard about it from other girls. So I did. I didn't let him come in my mouth though. But it was my first blow job."

Naimh grinned. "First of many. And Gabriel got the next twenty or so, including, at about the fourth or fifth, when I swallowed for the first time. But I still wouldn't let him screw me. I clung to the law and his stupid anti-contraception up-bringing as a defence - I said if my father found out he would have Gabriel jailed, and since abortion was a sin and contraception was a sin, if he wasn't prepared to commit either of those sins he wasn't getting to commit the other one."

I laughed at her indignation. "So let me guess, he suddenly decided that condoms were the lesser of two evils sometime around your eighteenth birthday?"

"Something like that. But it was complicated because I had met Alan. Gabe and I were really good friends and we enjoyed each other, but it had tailed off. We only saw each other once a week, if that, and we didn't always get each other off. So a few weeks before my coming of legal age I had met Alan, and he was, well, tall handsome, well spoken, good dancer, all the right stuff. And I know I complain about him but he is still all those things, and when he gives me that little look..."

She trailed off, and shivered with a little moan. "Sorry, Sean, but..."

"It's fine, darling, I understand. So you started going out with him?"

Naimh grinned. "Well, sort of. I fancied him. He fancied me. But he had a girlfriend, who he had been going out with for a couple of months. So we flirted a lot, but ... I wasn't sure it would come off. So on the weekend after my eighteenth birthday I was in The Coach in Banbridge, dancing and drinking with my cousins, and Gabriel was there, and so was Alan and his girlfriend. And I was so horny and so pissed off because Gabe was snogging a girl called Petra. So when a guy started chatting me up I played along. 

"We danced. He got me a drink. We danced more. We got a lot more drinks. I wasn't used to it so I was flying by the third martini and white. The dancing got wilder and more intimate. Then I needed fresh air. Really. Overheated and too drunk and feeling sick, so he conducted me outside and we walked a little way, and I felt better and we stepped into a shop doorway and I snogged him. And I could feel he was hard."

"Well I was horny then. So I got it out. And he had his hands on my bottom, under my very short dress, and a finger found its way inside my crotch. Well, he hit the button. I was thinking of blowing him, but once he got a finger on my clit I wanted something else. I pushed my knickers down with my free hand while I wanked him, and he took the hint and helped me off with them, and as soon as they were off one ankle I pulled him round to me and put his cock up against my pussy. I snogged him and rubbed against him and he popped the end in and groaned and lifted me up and dropped me down onto him. And that was it. I was wet and willing and could take two fingers, so his cock was no problem. Delightful really. And he banged me. Just banged away, a fast, short, deep and meaningless upright pounding. When he had finished he held me pinned against the wall for a moment and then gave me a big kiss. And he was gentleman enough to say 'thank you' when he pulled out. I said thank you back, and he offered me another drink, and we walked back round to the bar. Where Siobhan and Brendan, my cousins, who had brought me there were looking for me. So I was whisked away with no further ado, drink or anything else."

She shrugged at me and gave me a strange smile. I felt a response was needed, but didn't know what to say other than "Gosh. A brief encounter."

She nodded. "I don't think I ever saw him again, although I was in the Coach a fair few times after that. But to be honest, I'm not sure I would recognise him. And I have no idea what his name was." She shrugged again, and half smiled. "Which I'm sort of happy about. You see I had gone out that night determined to have sex with either Gabriel or Alan. I had gone on the pill, a month before. The lesser sin, and the greatest desire. But neither of them won that night, and although I did shag Gabe a week later, he wasn't 'my first'. So in a way it was easy to leave him. And Alan, well, I had him a month later, and I wasn't his first and he wasn't mine, so it was all even. If he had been my first, I'm not sure how I would have been about doing it with Mike, or you, or Alan doing it with Lucy or Penny. So there you go. Not so romantic, not so hot and heavy as stories go."

I shook my head. "Well, there are still some horny images you have put in my head. Not quite a victorian romance, but it has its charm, and while you skimped on detail, it was hot and heavy enough. I am impressed by the image of you in that doorway with a lust filled young man."

"You mean filled with a lusty young man?"

"Yes, both ways I suppose. Lucky fellow, whoever he was, although I think I am far luckier."

She smiled "I'm glad you think so."

"How could I not? You are quite irresistible and utterly beautiful and I have all day to spend with you, admire you and make love to you, not ten minutes in a dark doorway. You know if you weren't in love with Alan I might try to steal you away on a permanent basis."

"You are already getting everywhere, so flattery won't get you any further, Sean. Anyway you are too in love with Penny to really want me, even if I was the trois in a ménage," she said and touched my cheek, and her smile suddenly froze as she looked in my eyes. 

I glanced away, embarrassed, but she drew my gaze back and said in a soft whisper "Oh. But you aren't are you? You aren't so sure about Penny, are you? Oh, Sean, what has happened?"

"Nothing." I lied. "Everything." I confessed. 

I looked at her and saw her concern, and tried to explain. "All of this. She has become someone else, and so have I. I thought I loved her enough not to be jealous. It turns out that I'm not jealous because I'm not in love with her. I love her, but it has changed. It's like how I feel about Tara. I love Tara too, but I would never want to run off with her, live with her, I'm never going to be in love with her. And now Penny is becoming like that for me."

I shrugged. Naimh looked upset. I went on "I don't think it's quite got to that point for Penny though. I don't think she has worked it out. She still thinks that she's in love with me because she has got herself into this slave girl mindset, and as her beloved master I am allowing her the guilt-free pleasure of wild sex with everyone around her. She loves me because I'm letting her, ordering her, to have fun. She needs me to do that for her, because she can't face the truth. Or at least what her mother and father would say was the truth."

Naimh had gone pale. She looked so worried that I put on a grin and tried to console her, saying flippantly, "Hey, don't worry, lover. I didn't mean to bring you down. I'm fine really, you know? I mean I'm not exactly having a terrible time here, am I?"

She wasn't fooled. "No, but you are hurting, Sean. I can see it. You are scared and your heart is breaking. Oh, Sean." 

She was almost crying, and I found myself suddenly grasped in a desperately affectionate hug. 

I hadn't realised that I needed that. I felt her warmth of spirit flood me with the touch of her body. It was the least sexual experience I could imagine sharing with a naked girl, and the most humanly caring one. 

I shushed her and kissed her and hugged her, and I don't think either of us knew who was comforting who, or why, by the end. Except that after a while I wiped her tears away and kissed her forehead and she smiled and said "Oh dear, we are both a mess aren't we. I'm sorry Sean. It's just I sometimes feel the same way about Alan. I think he is falling out of love with me. Not in love with anyone else, but the more he has sex with Penny and Lucy and Tara the less special I am to him."

"And the less special he is to you? Because you have been with me, and Mike, and Penny and Tara and Lucy?"

She looked at me for a long moment and thought. "A bit. Maybe. But more because I think he ought not to let me. If he loved me he wouldn't let me share my body with you. He would be jealous. He should be. I am. A bit." 

"Hmmn. Yes." I said. "Maybe that is part of it. I am a bit jealous, but not enough. Seeing Penny in action, or hearing her through the bathroom door earlier, I wasn't jealous. If I think about it sometimes I am, a bit, but mostly it's a turn on, like watching you or Tara. I like watching her. I like arranging to see her with other men. I have fantasies about it. I like showing her off. And I don't like myself for that, I feel like I'm exploiting her, even if she is happy doing it. I feel I should take care of her, be more jealous about her, love her more. But then she wouldn't be enjoying herself with the others, and I wouldn't be enjoying myself with you."

Naimh touched my cheek again and said "You are a mixed up puppy aren't you? I suppose we all are. Tara most of all. But sometimes I think she is the one doing the mixing. If it wasn't for her you, and Penny and Alan and I wouldn't be here at all. Tell me, have you read 'Emmanuelle'?"

I was momentarily thrown by the question, but answered "Yes."

"The second book as well?"

"Yes." I said, now curious. 

Naimh nodded and said "There is a discussion of jealousy in that. Of course it was written by a bloke, but it says, she says, something about her husband not being jealous because he loves her. I sort of want to believe that. And for some people it might be true. It might be true for you. I don't think Alan is that complicated."

I laughed. "And I am? Complicated?"

She laughed "You are a lot more complex than him." She smiled indulgently. "He is a simple soul. Good in bed though, and a nice guy at heart. Like you."

"Why thank you, Naimh. So you read naughty books, as well as boys' fantasy literature?" I asked, steering away from things too personal. 

"Oh yes. I liked Emmanuelle. Quite raunchy. I liked some of the ideas - the scene on the plane, the party at the palace. I liked the weird glass brothel, club, whatever it was, as well."

"I always wondered about that episode," I said. " I was thrown by the the description of the table with the indents in it for a girl to lie on, with some gas, or vapour, in the hollows. It was supposed to be a drug that nearly gave her an orgasm with one sniff. Totally unbelievable. It annoyed me."

"Annoyed?" Naimh looked puzzled.

"It broke the fantasy by being too fantastic. The physics was wrong, the chemistry was wrong. It was a step too far, and there was no reason for it. It was so implausible that it made everything else unbelievable as well." I shrugged. "I wanted to believe the rest I suppose."




Bad Penny Ch. 06



Naimh nodded, but said "I hadn't thought of that. I suppose if there was such a drug we would know about it. Can you imagine how popular that would be? Instant orgasm? Funny though, that you remember the table for the girl, not the rubber dolly for the boys."

"Oh, I remember that." I blushed. "Yeah, before I met Penny I used to wish I could have one of those myself."

She laughed. "What if you could? If there was a wonder drug for boys, and you could get a soft, flesh like doll with the drug dispensed through its mouth and pussy. Would you still try it? Just plug in and let go?"

I shrugged with a rueful grin. "Yeah. I would probably want to try it. I would be worried though. From a physical point if view I can't imagine it would be as good as the real thing, but if the drug was really that powerful, well... They say heroin is better than sex. That is why I would never try it. I know I would end up a junky, I couldn't resist. If there was an orgasm drug I might starve to death shagging the doll!"

She laughed with me, but then suddenly turned serious, and said "What if it was as good as the real thing? Just as good, not better. Not addictive and overwhelming, just as good as say, sleeping with Penny."

"Or you?" I asked. "I'd choose the real thing, if it was a choice. But if you weren't here and the doll was... yeah, if it was that good I'd give it a go."

She nodded. "Hmm. What if I was here but the doll was a limited time offer - either do it now or never?"

"You do have an inventive mind, don't you? I suppose there is an argument to say I should try the doll, just to satisfy that curiosity, not miss the only opportunity. But to give up an afternoon with you? No. No matter how good the drug and the doll, I would choose you."

"But you can sleep with me anytime! This is a once in a lifetime experience you are turning down."

"Can I? Sleep with you anytime?" I asked. I smiled at her momentary confusion and said "Being with you has been beautiful and glorious, and I shall cherish the memory. And I don't know if I will ever be able to do this again, and if I do I am sure it will not be that often. Sleeping with you, sex with you, making love with you, is a rare and precious event. I mean that. No don't cry, I didn't mean to make you cry."

I hugged her and she wiped her eyes and shook her head and said she was sorry, and that she was being silly, and said "Okay, I'm sorry, I'm okay. Alright, I, I am glad you said that, and think that, and, well, I think it has been lovely and special to be with you too. But think about it, what if the offer of the doll and the drug had been made and it was Penny here today not me? You have just about unlimited chances to have sex with her? Would you give up an afternoon with her to have sex with the doll?"

I laughed, because she was so serious and so persistent. "You know that is a hard question? No. Forget that. It isn't hard. It only seems hard because I think my answer ought to be 'no', but I suspect I want to say 'yes'. Hmmn. I ought to say I'd rather sleep with Penny, because although I have made love with her a hundred times and could do it again for ever, every time is precious and not to be missed. But I am curious about the doll now, and to give up that opportunity for that unique, special experience... I know that if I was told I was a choice between one last time with her and once with the doll, it would be no contest. Or if I knew I had only a dozen more times with her and had to give one up. But knowing I could have a thousand more times, it doesn't seem such a sacrifice. Of course the fact that Penny would probably encourage me to do it and want to watch also helps."

Naimh nodded at that. "I'm sure Alan would love to watch me strapped into the orgasm table. Although I'm not sure about watching him. Girls are sort of pretty when they come. Boys always look like it is painful. And I'm sure he would pass out."

"True. Of course now that I think about it, today I could have been with Penny. But I chose to give that opportunity up to be with you." I said. "And she chose to go with Alan. I wonder what that says about us?"

Naimh looked bleak. "Sometimes I think I am the doll."

I was taken aback by her dreadfully dark tone, an her woeful face. Then she realised how she had shocked me, and was surprised at herself, and said "Not with you, Sean, never with you. You are always connected. Always looking out for me. But, other men. Sometimes I feel like they don't care who it is, what it is, they are fucking."

Her eyes were downcast. She said very quietly "Even Alan. Sometimes."

"Oh, Naimh. That's terrible." I hugged her

She sobbed but said, "No, No its okay, I'm just being silly. I mean, everyone gets carried away sometimes, don't they? Lost in the moment? When you come, or are near coming, it is hard to be thinking about the other person. Sometimes I think he is sort of closed off, just in his head, even his own body is disconnected in a way, he becomes mechanical, just, well, just fucking me like he's a machine, and I'm a doll. That's when I think about 'Emmanuelle'. If I could just slip out from underneath him and put the doll in my place, he wouldn't notice. Or if he swapped me for another girl. Anyone would do."

I held her shoulder and looked in her face, but she wouldn't meet my eyes, as I said "I don't know what to say, Naimh. I, I don't know Andy well enough, but I think he loves you. I see him look at you, reach out and touch your hand, the way he does things for you and makes sure you are okay. You are very special to him. I don't think just anyone could replace you. And you are an exceptionally beautiful girl. Okay, there are two good looking redheads here today, since you are cousins, but in the rest of the world you are a rare thing. I don't think any man who had the good fortune to get that intimate with you could ever forget it, or be casual about it. But I understand what you say about men being withdrawn, getting lost in the physical, becoming mechanical. I think I have done that sometimes myself. With Penny, and with Tara, even if not with you. It doesn't mean I don't love them, or care about them. But, and I'm ashamed to say it, for me anyway, it happened when I started to fantasise about other women. When I was having sex with Tara and thinking about Penny. Or with Penny and thinking about Tara. Or you. Or Lucy. Or Lesley Anne Down. Which is pretty terrible, and I feel guilty about it. But the mind wanders sometimes."

She was silent for a moment and then said "Lesley Anne Down?"

"The actress. She was in Upstairs Downstairs. I was in love with her when I was ten."

She laughed. A sad, indulgent laugh that gave way to a head shaking smile. "Talk about a one track mind? Even when you are having sex you get distracted thinking about sex?"

"Well," I grinned, and shrugged, "I did say I wasn't proud of it. But have you never thought about someone else while making love to Alan?"

She blushed. Redheads so often glow when they blush, the pale skin shows off the tell-tale blood. "Okay, okay, yes, of course I have."

"Let me guess, Mel Gibson?" I said, teasing her because she had mentioned him in our earlier conversation about fantasy figures. 

"Yeah. Once or twice. And Harrison Ford."

"Together?" I asked. She blushed even more. "Whoah, you want a threesome with them?"

She hit me on the chest. "Don't take the micky. I know you would join Jane Seymour and Debbie Harry in the one bathtub."

"Hmm, true. But then I suspect you would join me in that?" I smiled. 

She looked coy. "Well, Debbie wouldn't be high on my list. But yes, Jane ... I could keep her occupied for you while you were busy with the Blondie girl."

"Do you ever think about girls when you are with boys?" I asked. 

She paused for a moment. "I know it sounds corny, but I love Lucy. I miss her. I let Alan have her because I get to play. I think of her." She shook herself out of her reverie, and said briskly "I'm sorry, Sean. I'm being a miserable cow. I'm going to the loo, and I promise I'll be more fun when I get back."

Throughout our conversation we had been lying beneath the covers entirely naked. Somehow, even when I had hugged her, that fact had drifted out of my mind. It was almost a shock when she sat up, the sheet falling away to reveal her breasts. Her nipples had turned pale and flattened into the soft white mounds that moved so beautifully as she stretched her arms. My breath was caught as she stepped up and away to the door, her flawless back and perfectly round bottom swiftly taken from my view as she scooted into the hallway. 

She was back with little delay, although she had briefly freshened up a little, and as she slid on top of me beneath the covers I felt the dampness on her hands and face and between her legs. She kissed me, a long kiss, and used her tongue tip on my lips. "Hmm, I have an idea," she said. 

She whirled around and threw off the covers, grabbing my cock and planting her mouth over it, sucking me hard as she moved her body and threw her knee over the other side of my head. Her pale pink pussy lips, fringed with golden red curls that still held drops of water from her recent washing, were presented to me. She smelled of soap, and a hint of arousal. 

She tasted wonderful. 

I made it my mission to explore and map every fold of her sex, to nuzzle and buzz and taste and lap every millimetre of her smooth flesh. Her outer lips were pale and puffy, the inner thin and deeper pink, the passage deeper and darker still. Her clitoris was hard and she leaped every time my tongue flicked over it. And her bottom. Such a neat and symmetrical pink flower between her pale cheeks. She might not have liked it when Andy fucked her ass, but she crooned as I licked it, and relaxed as I pressed a finger into her. She came, whimpering, her sphincter tight around my fingertip as I pressed my nose inside her pussy and let my tongue rasp her clit and labia. 

She tried to pull away after a moment, but my finger in her ass, and my hand on her spine, restricted her. I let her raise herself off my face just long enough for me to get a deep breath, and then pulled her down, luxuriously spreading her lips with long swirling licks, drinking the nectar that she gave. 

I loved the way she wriggled. I loved holding her tight buttocks in my hands, feeling her respond to each long stroke of my tongue. 

I stopped after a dozen or so deep tastings, because she made me gasp and my back arch. She had taken my cock back in her mouth and plunged down on me, sucking firmly as her lips clamped tight around the base. 

Her hands were under my bottom, squeezing each cheek and pulling them up and apart. I felt her finger reach for my own ass, just as her movement made me pull my finger out of hers. 

In all the games Penny and I had played, together and with Mike and Tara, I had not really let myself enjoy anal stuff. Penny had taken to it, and I had learned what turned her on, and I had taken pleasure in doing things to her that I would never have dreamed of asking her to do to me. She had, once, put a very well lubricated finger in me while giving me a blow job a couple of weeks before. I had thoroughly enjoyed it, but something in me had held back from exploring that experience. 

I suppose I had been put off by a combination of social programming built up over years. Bottoms are dirty, disgusting, unhygienic, not to be mentioned and certainly not something to ask someone else to touch or kiss. I had done it to Penny, and Tara, and now to Naimh, but for me to do it was an act of love, and their reaction of pleasure and submission was an undeniable turn on. But I would never have asked them to do it to me. Apart from anything else, to call someone an ass-licker was one of my father's most deprecating judgements. It meant someone so low, creepy, despicable and foul that you would not want them about you. Someone who would do anything to please, although why having your ass licked was supposed to please you was baffling to me as a child. Even now I saw that the girls liked it I did not understand it, and although I liked having my balls licked, I had a block about it.

As for penetration... way too weird, intimate, personal, painful, dangerous, and, to be frank, gay. I'm not homophobic. I can say that some of my best friends are gay (or at least at one time in my life that was true, these days I only have a few gay friends and I don't see them as often, since my work and social life has drifted away from that circle over the years). I knew several gay men at that time, and had no problem with them. But the rampant homophobia of Irish culture, along with the concentrating effect of being at a single sex school through my teenage years, had a lingering influence.

In the back of my mind was a fear that if I enjoyed having my bum played with it would indicate that I was really a homosexual. Yes, it is ridiculous, but childhood fears and stigma and conditioning is hard to beat. And if (despite my obvious pleasure in women) I was really gay, then I would be open to all the abuse and bigotry that entailed. 

All that fear and hesitation fled away when her wicked tongue slid across me and swirled around my rim. 

Suddenly I understood. She pulled my legs up and wide, exposing me, rimming me and penetrating me with her tongue tip. With one hand on my cock, she drove me to orgasm in one minute flat. 

I almost screamed. I almost passed out. I was overwhelmed with the physical sensation, the emotional impact, and the torrent of ideas and exploding prejudices. I was simultaneously utterly vulnerable, exposed and naked, and being served, worshipped, treated like a god. This beautiful young woman was of her own free will doing something so degrading, but so pleasurable for me, that I felt unworthy and privileged. And in the midst of it I thought quite clearly 'I can order Penny to do this anytime." That almost shocked me. But a second later I felt Naimh's tongue tip pressing against me, into me, opening me up and ...

I came back to the world as Naimh licked the come from my stomach, her tongue following a trailing spurt up towards my left nipple. Her eyes were sparkling and she sucked up the blob of come, and then moved on to suck my nipple as well. She left it hard and peaked, and said with a smile "Well, you liked that didn't you?"

"Uh huh." I managed. 

She grinned and said "Don't tell Alan."

"Why?" 

"Because I won't do it for him because he won't do it to me. But you did, so I did."

It took a groggy second or two for me to process that, but I worked it out. "Silly man." I said. 

She laughed "Yeah, well. He is good at some things... he has a technique with his fingers, and he sort of pushes on my tummy at the same time, that is pretty amazing."

Of course I had to know more, do she got me to do it, and she did come pretty hard, although afterwards she made suggestions for improvement, and then said "Maybe I should get him to demonstrate, on Penny, after dinner."

"Speaking of which, I am hungry, and it is nearly time. Shall we dress?"

I had to dress that evening, because I had been delegated to answer the door when the delivery from the local Chinese takeaway arrived. 

Naimh put on a dress, but no underwear. We met for pre dinner Gin and Tonics in the living room, Mike was wearing an open necked shirt and tie, Tara was in a loose blouse and gypsy skirt, with bare feet. She had found time to paint her toes and fingernails a bright red. Alan was in jeans and a tee shirt. Penny was in collar, cuffs, anklets, chain belt, nipple clips and buttplug. She knelt at Alan's feet. 

I was a little uncomfortable at that. But, I'm now a little ashamed to say, only a little.

Naimh, on the other hand, bristled. She muttered "Excuse me Sean" and left my side to go over to where Alan was standing. I heard her say "Good evening, darling," and she kissed his cheek, and then she said "I'm just going to borrow Penny for moment." She held out her hand to Penny, who hesitated for a second until Naimh said "Come on, Penny," in a commanding tone. 

Naimh drew her to her feet, and lead her out, saying "I need you in the kitchen, dear." She threw me a glance that I interpreted as a warning to stay away. 

Mike fixed me a drink, and we all talked about what to do that evening. The consensus was that after a full twenty four hours of continual lust, we were all ready for a break. Tara said "Let's go out. We can go to the Chinese instead of ordering in, and there is a band playing in the King's Head later."

So we did. Penny of course had to dress more suitably for public view, and the other girls wanted to get dolled up as well, so departure was delayed for almost an hour, giving time for the guys to get changed and have a quick frame of snooker. 

I sat between Tara and Naimh, with Penny opposite. I thought she was a bit quiet, but she said she was fine. After dinner, (and the discovery of Hoffan Noodles), we got a taxi to the pub. The band was good, playing covers but they were all songs you could dance to and sing along. I danced with all the girls, but as midnight approached and I caught Penny's hand to take her to the dance floor, I was shocked by her sudden demeanour. 

Penny was pale, sweating and wide eyed. She reeled. I knew she was going to be sick. I knew she had not had much to drink but she had been so unusually withdrawn over dinner that to see her looking so ill was in a way not so surprising. However the toilets were on the other side of the bar, so I grabbed her and headed for the door. We were just in time. As I held her hair back and the bouncers looked on in disgust and amusement she was heartily sick in the flower bed outside. 

Naimh appeared at my elbow. She had a pint of water and handful of paper napkins. Between us we got Penny sitting down and cleaned up, and Naimh went in to get Penny's coat and handbag. Fortunately it wasn't raining, but the night was cold, and Penny shivered in my jacket. "Take me home."

"Okay, I'll get the keys from Mike when Naimh comes back," I said. 

"No, home. To Mum."

"Okay, no problem."

As it turned out I had to go via Mike's. My car was there. It was handy anyway. I grabbed our overnight bags, and rang Penny's house to tell her mother we were on the way. 

Of course the Chinese food got the blame. It was obvious that Penny was sick, not drunk. Indeed she stayed sick, feverish and unable to keep food down for a couple of days, and wasn't fully well until almost two weeks had passed. 

I'm not so sure it was the food. I suspect that being alternately anally and orally fucked eight times that day had something to do with it. But that was not something we could discuss with her parents. It was barely something we could discuss between ourselves. Penny was determined not to believe that her illness could be caused by behaviour that she wanted to think was all just good fun. I wasn't keen to break through that shell of denial. 

When I want to think well of myself I say my reluctance came from a desire not to make her feel guilty. She enjoyed her wild abandon. She really did get a kick out of being spit-roasted by Mike and Alan, being taken by them both in all three ways in a continuous swap-over rotation. She would have really loved it if I had joined them. When she was well enough to talk about it she urged me to arrange it, and pouted when I told her that Tara had suggested it but I had felt I couldn't leave Naimh out, because she was being a little jealous about Alan. Penny went as far as saying "Well if she would just let Alan have her bum more often she wouldn't have to be jealous," which surprised me. 

But if I am being honest, I didn't want to make her face the truth because I wanted her to carry on with her hedonistic behaviour. I wanted her to do those things with me, and to do them with Mike and whoever else wanted to have her if it gave me the chance to share their girlfriends too. Penny's dangerous denial was my ticket to ride. 




Bad Penny Ch. 06



Which is why, when she recovered, we went back to Mike and Tara's. Over and over again.



Bad Penny Ch. 07



Our weekends with Mike and Tara were always varied, but one thing stayed constant: Penny was my slave. 

It sounds appalling when I say it now. I was sometimes quite appalled at the time. 

It is not a word I would have chosen, but it was the word she used. 'Odalisque' or 'concubine' might have been more acceptable to me, having exotic fantasy connotations, not to be taken too seriously. But Penny liked the 'S' word. It gave away all her responsibility. Her actions were all to please me, and she had no choice but to choose to do them. If she displeased me she wanted to be punished. It freed her from guilt, shame and embarrassment. I could order, or merely suggest, anything and she would try to do it. 

Of course that was often a very enjoyable situation to be in, but sometimes I had to be careful. Penny had become so used to being naked around Mike and Tara, and their other guests, and so used to performing all sorts of sexual acts in front of them, and with them, that she started to be more blatant in public. I picked her up one day after lectures and was driving her home, and when she asked me what we would do that afternoon I joked about wanting to see her naked as soon as possible. She just said "Of course, Master," and began to take off her clothing. 

I was amused at first, and then, as she had slipped off her skirt and shoes, stockings, suspender belt, and her French knickers, I began to wonder how far she would go. So far it was all below the waist and out of sight from other cars. Her blouse went next, and she reached to undo her bra. We were driving along Cromac Street at the time, in the one way system that circles the city centre. She undid it and sat back, naked in the passenger seat, and smiled at me with open legs. "Is that alright, Master?" she asked. 

We had to stop at traffic lights. There were cars on each side of us. Of course no-one really looks at the occupants of the cars around them. But I found myself blushing in some strange embarrassment. I ran my hand up her naked thigh and twirled a finger in the patch of curls at the base of her belly. "Very pretty Penny. Sadly though I think you should put your blouse back on so we don't get arrested." We were after all in front of the police station.

She shrugged, making her beautiful tits jiggle, and fished her blouse off the back seat where she had thrown it. As she did so I saw the man driving the car beside her staring into the passenger window with wide eyes. The lights changed. I left him behind. 

On another occasion she called me 'Master' in front of some of our friends. I made a joke of it, and so did she, to cover it up, but it did raise an eyebrow or two. Especially since she had also started referring casually to sex in a way that she had never done before. She would drop double entendres and flirty suggestions into conversation, and touched me or moved more sensuously in public, and gave me looks that anyone could read. 

Her dress had changed subtly. She had always been a little old fashioned and conservative in her taste, influenced by her mother and being a late and only child. 

Now she still wore skirts most of the time, but they were a little shorter, sometimes a lot shorter. She wore stockings at all times too, never tights, and occasionally flashed the tops. Sometimes she wore no panties, but usually she had French knickers or thongs, but always in matched sets with the bra and suspender belt. Her blouses were looser and an extra button would be undone, and her St Christopher and little cross on the chain at her neck which used to be a permanent fixture had given way to more fashionable jewellery. Her ankle bracelet was a constant item. It had become a ritual for me to fasten it, and the one at her wrist, and her necklace. She called it "putting on her chains", and she wore them with pride, flaunting them and moving to draw other people's attention to them. She didn't make it obvious what meaning they held for her, but it was obvious that they meant something, and sometimes it was clear that it had a sexual significance. 

More importantly she was also now a little more flirtatious with other people; girls as well as boys. 

This had resulted in me getting a few winks and nudges from my friends. And an embarrassed chat with a bloke called Carl. He 'just wanted me to know' that my girlfriend was pretty clearly looking 'to play around'. She had flirted so openly and obviously with him that his girlfriend thought that they were having an affair. I thanked him for the warning. 

Penny was amused. She thought Carl's girlfriend was a prig (not entirely without cause) and had done it to wind her up, but she accepted my suggestion that she needed to be more cautious.

Especially since we had plans to bring another couple into the scene at Mike and Tara's. Tim and Ronnie (Veronica to her mother) were in the drama society with us. Since we had been spending every weekend at Mike's we had fallen back from the DramSoc, but we were still involved a bit. We had done front of house, and helped with set building and lighting rigs for a production of "Equus" that Tim directed. That had finished its run, and at the closing party Ronnie had been fairly drunk and very flirty with me. Which Penny noticed, so she took her aside for a chat. It turned out that Ronnie did fancy me, and Tim did fancy Penny, and if we had had a place to go that evening it could all have been quite fun. Instead, after a coffee between the two girls on the Tuesday after, and some conspiracy hatching, they were coming to dinner at Mike and Tara's the following week. 

Tim of course was oblivious to all the plotting. I was looking forward to him getting hit by the three girls with the full force of their persuasive powers. I was also looking forward to seeing Ronnie out of the skin tight jeans and ribbed sweaters she usually wore. 

But that was next week. This weekend Mike had a movie night planned for Friday, as Tara was off to a conference about changes in the law about dangerous dogs. I was invited for the movies, along with half a dozen other guys. Mike said Penny could come if she wanted but... it was a beer and horror flick evening, and while the boys wouldn't mind... I said I understood. 

Saturday evening was of course another matter altogether... but by Saturday evening all I wanted to do was sleep. We had watched films until six in the morning, got a few hours sleep and then I had to be up and about as my parents needed a hand with getting their caravan out of storage and cleaned up for the summer. Since I hoped to borrow the van a few times for trips with Penny (and Mike and Tara, perhaps) or just for wild parties, I had to help. Which meant some hours with a wire brush and anti rust treatment underneath it. 

So when I got back to Mike's I was tired, filthy and sweaty, slightly hung over, hungry and grumpy. 

Penny was there. Dressed in a shorter skirt than I had ever seen her wear before (it was one of Tara's) showing the pearl silk suspenders that held up her black stockings, and a blouse unbuttoned enough to display the matching bra, which was cut in an uplifting and plunging, lace and willpower fashion. My spirits rose. 

She met me with a kiss, and looked kindly on me, despite the grime. She made me sit for a moment as she fetched a gin and tonic. Then she undid my shoes and helped me off with my socks as I groaned and sipped, and told her about my last twenty four hours. By the time I got halfway down the gin I felt more human. She suggested a shower (which was my number one plan in any case), and lead me (groaning and stiff backed) up the stairs. Of course she was going to help me with the washing, and she encouraged me to hurry by stripping off her blouse and stepping out of her skirt on the landing, pausing just a moment to show me her lingerie clad form before she opened the door to the bathroom. 

I kissed her and let her strip me in the bathroom, and push me gently into the shower. She quickly slipped off her underwear as I adjusted the water and stood beneath the warm flow, muscles loosening and headache receding. 

Penny's gentle hands lathered my hair, washed my face, smoothed over my back and front, thighs and calves and feet, and everywhere else. It was thorough and not too fast, a sensual treat, part massage and all so loving that I was overwhelmed by the care she care she took and the guilt I felt. 

That afternoon, no doubt influenced by the nausea from too much beer the night before, as I lay sweating on my back beneath the rusting chassis of the van, hacking off lumps of dirt and barking my knuckles, I had thought ill of Penny. I had thought I might tell her it was over between us. That her clear desire for other men, and women, and her more and more blatant sexuality, made it obvious that she didn't love me, and that our relationship had changed too much. I was going to tell her that although I still found her attractive, and that I still liked her, and that I was very happy to fuck her, I no longer thought of her as my future wife. I would be her lover but I could not be her boyfriend, and certainly not her Master. She had to face up to the fact that she was a willing, enthusiastic participant in promiscuous and pretty extreme sex, and that she was responsible for what she did and let others do to her.

In my head I rejected words like 'slut'. I hated the negative connotations. I saw nothing wrong with liking sex, and my wanting to sleep with many girls, and why should she not do the same? But I couldn't pretend that she was my girlfriend any more. She was not the only one for me, and I was not the only one for her, and while we could enjoy screwing and swinging, it was never going to be anything more.

Now here she was, loving me. Making love to me with her gentle hands. Treating me like she treated no other, devoted to me and my well being, my pleasure, my desire. I was torn. 

I felt guilty for thinking she was using me. I felt guilty for using her. I felt pure lust when she took my balls in her soapy left hand and guided my cock into her mouth with her right. But it was tempered by affection, mine for her and hers for me. Whatever else we might do or desire, it had to be admitted that there was love between us.

She made me hard, she sucked me deep, and then she stood and slid her wet skin against me, turning herself to put her back against the wall as she kissed me gently and urgently, and drew me to penetrate her body. 

I took her then, took all of her, for she gave me all she was and had. It didn't matter what she or I had done, who else we slept with, what else we did. In that moment, in that shower, our world changed. She came, and cried and laughed, tears and kisses and clinging hugs with her body clenching on my cock, dragging my orgasm from me, drawing my come into her, and with it my bond. From that moment on I was hers, her friend, her lover, her Master, for as long as she wanted me. And she was mine. Finally I knew she was my Slave, my woman, my friend and lover. 

We didn't speak. The water flowed over us until the hot tank ran cold and the shower went through lukewarm to freezing. We got out, and dried each other and helped each other dress, and never spoke a word, until I paused at the door of the bathroom, and held out my hand to her, and said "Ready?"

She nodded, tossed back her hair and said "Yes."

We went out to rejoin the world. 

Tara was practically spitting with anger over dinner as she described the 'fascist' and 'police state' new laws on dangerous dogs. I stayed quiet. As far as I am concerned the only good dog is a hot dog, and the best training device for the four legged kind is a Walther PPK.

Penny however had the temerity to say "But what if it savaged a child?"

This resulted in a tirade about how it wasn't the dog's fault if it had been badly trained and or been bred to be vicious. 

I didn't want to argue the point, and nor did Mike, but Penny wouldn't let it go. Tara started to get heated. 

Of course I agreed with Penny. But it was Tara's house, we were guests... I intervened.

"Penny darling, I don't think you are going to change Tara's mind on this. And Tara," I gave her hand a warm squeeze, "All of us appreciate your passion on this, so don't be annoyed. I can see both your points. It isn't the dog's fault, but if you had a child who was under threat of being bitten, maybe you would be less happy to defend the animal."

"I don't think I will ever think it right to murder the poor creature." Tara said, and then she smiled, and added "Although, I suppose we will see if I change my mind in seven months time."

I didn't understand. 

Penny twigged it. "Oh my goodness! Are you..?"

Mike said "Yes. We are."

I was still looking confused. 

"Well! Congratulations! Both of you!" Penny cried. 

Tara smiled, and said "Thank you. Though I don't know why you are congratulating him. It might be Sean's. Or Alan's or Andy's."

Penny went wide eyed. I felt like someone had hit me in the throat. I had finally cottoned on. Mike looked at Penny and me and put his hand out to take Tara's, saying with quiet firmness "No it isn't. It is ours. And now that the cat is out, thank you both for your good wishes. And I hope this won't change things between us."

Penny and I looked at each other. I was still reeling. 'It might be Sean's' rang in my head. Penny smiled and shrugged, and took Mike's hand and said "Why would it?"

Mike shrugged back. "I don't know. I have to say, there is something weird about the idea of fucking a pregnant woman. Or of sleeping with you while the mother-to-be of my child is being 'to-be'. If you know what I mean. It's like being unfaithful or something."

Tara roared in laughter. She got up and went to hug Mike, and kiss him. It was an affectionate kiss, and she held his head and looked in his eyes and said "Michael, darling, dearest Boy," in a voice she didn't often use. Then she kissed him with serious vigour. A long kiss. 

Penny reached for my hand and held it while she watched them. 

Then Tara pulled back, and still looking in Mike's eyes she spoke in a low, forceful, lustful voice that I had heard quite a few times before. "You fucked me five times this week, and I don't know how many times this last two months, and you fucked Penny and Naimh and Lucy and Seana. And I enjoyed every time you had me, and never minded any time you had them, and I was pregnant all that time. So you had better just get used to the idea of fucking me like this because I'm still horny. And the same goes for Sean. And Penny. And if I get too fat to fuck, I sincerely hope Penny will help to keep your lovely cock in good order for me until I'm up for it again. But just now, right now, I am most definitely up for it. So get your cock out and fuck me, Boy."

Throughout this speech she had been pressing against him, pulling at his shirt and the belt of his trousers. He helped. First grabbing her bottom beneath her short skirt, and pulling her underwear down, then pushing his own trousers and pants down to his ankles and holding his cock for her to straddle and slide down upon. 

Somewhere in the next few minutes Tara lost her blouse and bra, and she came, shrieking and bouncing. Mike kept her moving, and then lifted her, standing up from the chair with his cock still inside her, laying her back on the table and raising her legs. He held her ankles as he shafted her with long, deep, fast strokes. Tara simply writhed and groaned and gasped and hoarsely croaked "Oh fuck me Mikey, oh I love your cock!"

Of course Penny and I didn't just sit and watch. Although it would have been fun to do so. Penny was still mellow with the buzz from our earlier lovemaking, and when things got hot and heavy with the others she slid back her chair and stepped over to mine. I swivelled round and took her on my lap and kissed her. She kept glancing at Tara, and kissing me and glancing back, and when she saw her friend sit on that enormous cock and slide down hard to take him all inside Penny grasped my semi hard cock in my trousers and sighed and kissed me intently. She moved to straddle me then, lifting her skirt so that her panty covered crotch could fit firmly against my trouser clad cock. With her arms around me she rode gently, our kisses languorous and sweet. Since we were side on to the table it was easy for us to watch as Tara came, and as Mike put her on the table.

Penny kissed my cheek and whispered "You can have me on the table too, if you like."

I pulled her firmly down against me, and said "I like you just here."

It was the sort of very heavy petting we used to do, before we advanced to penetration and contraception. I was enjoying it. The feel of her hard nipples through her blouse was intoxicating. I was a kid again, excitement renewed. 

We kissed and fondled and watched the others getting wilder. As Penny nibbled my neck I whispered to her, describing Mike's actions. As I dived to kiss her bare skin in the opening of her blouse she murmured in my ear about Tara's flushed face and the way Mike's cock was sliding into her.

It made me blush and my pulse speed up as her softly hoarse voice said "I can see his shaft going into her pussy. He's going in all the way, and then pulling it out. God it is so wet with her juice. She must be as wet as me."

Penny's nipples were hard and pressing the fabric out. Too tempting not to nibble. She gasped as I pressed the cotton covered peak between my teeth, and said "Will you take me like that later, Sean? I like it on my back when you hold my legs open."

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Mike was grasping Tara's knees as he pressed deep inside her. Her breasts were pointing skywards, nipples hard and as dark as Penny's. It struck me that they looked different. I murmured to Penny "See her tits? Are they bigger? Her nipples look very red."

I nibbled Penny's other nipple, leaving a wet patch on the cloth, as she groaned and looked at Tara. "You're right. They are bigger and they look so suckable."

"Well, you had better suck them then," I replied. 

Penny looked at me with lust and delight, as I sucked her nipple hard. 

"Oh, may I?"

"Do you want me to make it an order?"

"Please, Master, tell me, would you like me to suck Mistress Tara's nipples?" Penny asked in such playfully meek tones that I really wanted to say 'no' and simply tear her clothes off and ravage her. 

Instead, I laughed, and said "Hurry up girl and get sucking," and I lifted her by her waist and twisted her to face the couple who were screwing across the table.

Mike was going purple, his hips were swinging a little less rhythmically. Tara was in a post multiple orgasm languor, arms flipped above her head, groaning and gasping softly as her tits bounced with the force of her lover's thrusts. 

Penny climbed up onto the table, pushing dishes and glasses aside, approaching Tara's naked body from a line directly over her head. I moved my chair to the side, so I could see her in profile, bending her pretty face, with her lips pouting, down to suck Tara's left nipple into her mouth. 

I could see the look on Tara's face as she opened her eyes and gasped in pleasant surprise. 

Penny enjoyed herself. Tara enjoyed it too. As Mike worked on towards his climax my girlfriend ran her tongue around his girlfriend's areolae. 

I sat back and watched, sipping a glass of red wine and admiring the sight. Tara gripped Penny's head and flexed her thighs. Mike was encouraged by the movement and pressed harder. It wasn't long before he came, standing still with his back arched and head thrown back making a deep guttural noise as his cock was held deep inside Tara. She whimpered and pushed Penny up and away, and reached for Mike, pulling herself into a sitting position and wrapping around him as he swayed. 




Bad Penny Ch. 07



Penny had helped Tara to rise, and she sat still on the table, one hand on Tara's back, holding her up. I almost forgot to breathe as the three held that sensuous tableau, and then everyone relaxed. Tara fell back into Penny's arms and was gently laid on the table, with girl kisses and smiles and a little giggle. Mike collapsed back, sitting slumped in his chair and catching his breath. When he had gasped some oxygen he looked up to see the two girls kissing gently, and looked round towards me. I was holding out a glass of water. He downed it gratefully. Then he took the glass of wine I proffered, and he said "Thanks." He was grinning. 

After a moment or two Tara broke the kiss and said gently "Darling Penny, I don't want to stop, but I'm getting goose bumps."

We decided to relocate to the comfy seats and more heated air of the living room. As she gathered her clothes Tara said "Actually I think a cup of tea would help warm me up, would you mind Penny darling?"

Mike was instructed to help her, since new biscuits and Bell's Directors Blend tea were stashed in a cupboard where Penny might not find them. They went off to put the kettle on, leaving me and Tara alone to enter the living room. 

She threw her clothes aside in a bundle as she went through the door, and turned to me with a wicked smile. "Hi ya, Lover, how you doin'?"

"I'm fine thanks. And you seem glowing with health."

She laughed and stepped up to me, a hand snaking to the back of my neck, lips rising to seek mine. "Healthy and horny as hell," she said.

"So I see."

After only a short kiss she looked me in the eyes and said "I don't want you getting any silly ideas Sean. It is Mike's you know, I'm sure of it. I'm six weeks late, so it must have happened the week of the wedding. I didn't do it with you or Alan all that week."

"Oh." I said, and I was surprised at the sadness that tinged my mostly relieved reaction to that news. 

She smiled at me and gave me a peck on the lips and said "But I wouldn't mind if it was yours, of course, but even so, Michael will always be the father. You understand?"

"Yes. But there is one thing I don't understand. How did you get pregnant? I thought you are on the Pill?"

She looked embarrassed and said "I forgot. I forgot on the day of the wedding, and I forgot to bring the Pills with me, so I didn't have one the next morning in the hotel, and the next day was such a riot that it went out of my mind. So I think my body had a little hormonal flutter, and ... Now I've got sore boobs and I've been nauseous three mornings this week, and both the little sticks went blue, so, unlikely as it seems, I am going to be a mother."

"How do you feel about that?"

"Scared. Excited. Sort of curious and looking forward to it. Mostly in shock I think. And permanently horny."

I laughed. "You are always horny."

"Not like this. It's my tits. They are swollen but not sore, just sort of itchy. And my nipples..." she shivered and rubbed them against me. "They just need rubbed and tweaked and sucked all the time and that makes my pussy just want more. It's driving me nuts. The Doc told it will wear off soon, but for now I just need to wank, or get screwed, ten times a day. And ten times a night."

She had wiggled some more, pushing her hard nipples into my chest, and moving so my leg was between hers and she could rub her pussy on my thigh. "So how about you help me out here," she said, and her hand snaked into my trousers, grabbing my cock as she pulled my mouth down to hers and pushed her tongue between my lips. 

When the door opened a few moments later, swinging wide at Mike's push to let Penny carrying the tray get through, I was sitting on the couch with my trousers round my ankles and Tara bouncing up and down on my cock saying "Oh god yes, Sean, oh I love you sucking my tits, oh god yes suck the other one please!"

I heard Mike say "I told you so," and Penny laughed. 

They sat on the opposite couch and watched us while cradling mugs of tea and chatting idly about Mike's week. It was somewhat off putting for me, but Tara was oblivious. She rode me with intensity. The itch she had deep inside was the sole focus of her attention, and it was driving her to another climax.

I was far enough away from any chance of orgasm that I was able to simply enjoy her wild and ecstatic performance. Tara was magnificent. Twenty one years old, with deep red hair, a little button nose and big blue eyes. She was not tall, but was curvy and cuddly, and as she bounced on my cock with her head thrown back, gasping for air and driving herself down hard against me, grinding her clit on me and gripping my shoulders, her magnificently round breasts moved in hypnotic sympathy. 

When she came Tara froze, clamping down on my cock, trying to force herself through my body. I helped her by grasping her bottom and pushing down, and she collapsed into my arms, suddenly relaxed, floppy and enervated. I held her and rubbed her back gently as she lay there, just breathing. 

Mike rose and stepped over to us, lifting a blanket to drape over Tara. She crooned as the soft, warm cloth was draped over her, and made a little wriggly movement. Three breaths later she was asleep, and slid a little sideways, her head cradled in my left arm. 

Mike smiled at her. He rearranged the blanket to free my arm, and handed me a cup of tea, saying "She does that all the time now. All week, she has been dropping off every time I look round." 

It was a bit surreal, sitting there with my erection subsiding and falling out of this naked girl's pussy, sipping tea and chatting with her boyfriend and my girlfriend. 

After a while Tara shifted, uncomfortable in her straddled position. She didn't really wake up as I helped her climb off me and curl up in the corner of the sofa. I tucked the blanket round her, and pulled my trousers up. 

It felt strange as I did that. Mike and Penny were sitting together looking at me, and I felt embarrassed to be caught with my trousers down. I didn't quite understand why I felt like that, but the feeling passed and we all chatted on without mentioning it. The other thing we didn't mention was the future, and the child that loomed so large in it. 

After an hour or so Mike looked at the sleeping Tara and said "You know I'm kind of tired too. Would you guys mind if I took her to bed?"

So he lifted her and off they went, leaving Penny and me alone. She came over to my couch, shyly, and knelt down on the floor in front of me. 

Penny looked up at me and put her hands on my knees. She slid her palms up the length of my thighs so her hands were an inch from my crotch. She smiled. "You didn't come with Tara earlier," she stated. 

"No."

"So would you like to play with me now?"

"Depends. What game did you have in mind?"

She smiled and then bit her lip. She looked down and up again, coyly. "Can I ride you, here?"

"Okay." I tried to sound nonchalant. I'm not sure I managed it. 

"Can I suck you first?"

"If you like."

She did. 

Penny undid my trousers and pulled them and my underpants down and off me. My cock was soft, but when she pushed my knees apart and shuffled nearer to me, bringing her face an inch from my balls and letting her warm breath flow over me, it began to twitch. 

Penny gave a soft giggle. "It's wonderful you know. The way it moves like that. It's alive."

I frowned "Of course it's alive. It's part of me."

"No. I know that. But the way your cock moves like that," and she paused to blow gently on it again, making it pump a little more, "it is like something separate, it's fascinating."

"Well it certainly has a mind of its own sometimes. Although it is a one track mind, of course."

She laughed and said "Not that much different from the rest of you then?" her warm breath stimulated me more. The sight of her lips just an inch away from my balls, her eyes sparkling and mischievous, also helped to rouse my spirits. Her soft voice, in deep and slightly husky tones, half whispering "And you smell good too," was also inspiring. 

She kissed my left testicle. It was the softest of kisses, followed up with a tiny lick, and a smile. I tried to not think about what my cock was doing, to watch it the way she was looking at it, and to watch her. It was an interesting discipline to follow. 

I knew of course about her little crescent of beauty spots that ran across her left cheek, and the tiny scar by her eyebrow. Those brows were now plucked in a fashionable arch, and her eyelashes were naturally long and dark, fringing her pretty brown eyes. Her pupils were dilated with arousal, so her eyes looked especially dark and intense. Her very white teeth rested on her dark, blood engorged lip, and the stud in her ear glinted gold amongst her curling brunette hair, chiming well with the hints of auburn that the light beside me brought out. 

My breath caught in my throat as she slowly peeled off her blouse, baring her tanned shoulders, and slipped off the silky bra. I admired her her smooth soft breasts with their hard dark nipples, and her bare stomach as she stretched her arms above her head for a second, and than I felt her breasts rub along the inside of my thigh as she leaned forward, pushing my legs further open, craning to kiss the tip of my cock. 

She licked it gently, and kissed it, then licked again and sucked it into her mouth, and I saw her hands go down to push her skirt off her hips and down her thighs to her knees. I admired the curve of her back, the rise of her bottom, the roundness of her buttocks, the glow of the light on her skin. Her mixed heritage (Irish, English, French, Italian, Greek and Arab) had given her that honey colour all over, and the dark eyes and hair. She was exotic, sensuous, fascinating and beautiful. And so sexy. 

I was fully hard. My cock had swollen in her mouth, and she had hummed in appreciation and to bring me up further. She snaked a hand up across my stomach to find and gently rub my nipples. Another stroked my inner thighs, my balls and around my shaft. I closed my eyes and lifted myself up, arching my back and groaning, penetrating her mouth even deeper. She took me in easily, and I opened my eyes to see her pressing her lips and nose against my stomach, my cock head deep in her throat. She winked at me. 

In the few months since Tara had taught her how to take a cock without gagging she had practised that technique by taking me, and Mike, and Andy and Alan, from every angle. I had seen her do it to the others, and had her do it to me, dozens of times. It was only then, that evening, as she gave me that saucy look that I realised she really enjoyed it. She really liked having a cock that deep in her mouth. 

Of course she had to breathe, and so she had to pull back, but that just gave her the opportunity to do it again, sucking me deep, her lips running from tip to base, her tongue playing on the length of my shaft. And then she stuck her tongue out further, and licked between my balls. 

I made a suitable appreciative noise, which amused her. She almost laughed. But of course she couldn't, with her mouth full, so she almost choked. She had to pull away, catch her breath and cough, before she could smile again and let the laugh out. "You like that?"

"Oh yes. Good trick." I said. 

She grinned "I thought about it last night."

"Last night?" I asked. We hadn't talked much about what she had done the night before. 

"Yeah. I took a banana and went to bed," she said. "It was just a little one."

She looked half innocent and half defiant. 

"And what did you do with it?" I asked

"Everything, of course. I thought about sucking you, and I used it. I wondered how deep I could put it, and when it was all in I found my tongue could move to lick my fingers where I was holding it. So I thought about your balls. I know you like me to lick them."

Penny darted her head down to do what he had just been discussing. She licked between them, around each one in a figure of eight, and back up my shaft and down again. She grinned at me then, as I caught my breath, and went on, "Of course then I thought about how much I like it when you lick me, so I played with my pussy while I sucked on the banana, and used my fingers, but they aren't as nice as your tongue. Or your cock."

She made a little pout, and made me twitch by wanking me with her finger and thumb around the tip, a few swift strokes. I gasped again when she dived down and licked my balls, still wanking me. Her tongue went between them and under them, and I automatically lifted my legs, letting her lick further down. 

"Oh, Sean" she said, "do you want me to lick you there?"

"Yes!" I gasped, and I felt her soft wet touch on the rim of my ass as her nose pressed between my balls. She wanked me more, in time to what her tongue was doing, and I felt the tip touch and circle the opening. I was going to come. But I didn't want to. I wanted to have her ride me, and to roll her on her back on the rug and spend my come inside her pussy. 

I had to push her head back and close my legs and croak "No, no, not yet!"

She sat back in surprise, a little hesitant. I was holding her hand as it gripped my shaft, preventing her from wanking me any further. "It's okay," I said "I just don't want to come yet, and that was so incredible, I was about to explode!"

She laughed then. "That good, eh? Why didn't you let me go on? I could suck you hard again in a moment."

I laughed. "Maybe. Maybe not. But I wanted something else."

She gave me a little stroke when I released her hand, and bent to suck me again. Her head bobbed up and down as she took me deeper and faster, and I grew hard again. I took her chin and lifted her head, bringing her up to kiss, and pulling her to me. 

With one hand rolling her left nipple and the other slipping through her bush, a finger curling up inside her, opening her wet slit, I bit her neck. 

Penny squirmed and sighed, and opened her legs, shuffling forward as I pushed two fingers into her. She groaned, "Oh, Sean, oh, take me now!"

She grabbed my cock and held it upright, rubbing the end across her lips, then sinking onto me. Her pussy was hot. Searing. Tight. Slick. Grasping. 

She arched her back and ground herself against the root of my cock as I leaned in to suck on her hard, dark nipples. 

She was on fire. I was in heaven. Penny had let go of her inhibitions, her reason, her awareness of anything but our bodies. I let myself join her. 

Our lovemaking earlier in the day had been a new and profound experience, somehow setting us off on a fresh start. This time it was deeply personal in a different way. It was an unending series of waves of joy and sensuous delight. I touched and kissed and bit and grasped and smoothed and stroked and devoured every part of her. I was overwhelmed by her scent, her arousal, her sweat, her breath, the sound of her sighs and her body moving against mine, the taste of her mouth and nipples and the skin of her throat, the heat of her hands and the core of her body. 

She rode me slowly, building up tension and then adding speed to the depth. She softly caressed me at first but by the end was gripping my arms and driving herself onto me with wild grunts. Her delicate, soft and gentle rocking turned into frenzied bouncing, head shaking body spasms. She came loudly, screaming, grunting, crying, grabbing my head and kissing me fiercely, declaring her love, demanding my come, offering herself to me and my cock. 

We ended up on the floor, her legs and arms wrapped around me as I pumped my come into her, my back arched to drive my cock as deep as it could go. I kissed her then, hard and long and deep, and told her I loved her and laughed for the joy of being naked with this girl, inside her, wrapped in her, stuck to her, closer then anyone could ever be. 

In the quiet afterwards she sighed and gave a little wriggle. It made my cock twitch, and that made her give a little gasp, And then she laughed. "I'd forgotten he was still there," she said. 

"That's not entirely flattering," I replied, but I was smiling. 

"Oh! Sorry, Sean! I didn't mean..."

"It's alright, I know what you meant, it's fine. But now I have to take 'him' away, I'm afraid. We have to go to the bathroom. And then bed?"

"Yes, please." Penny grinned, and kissed me and then kissed me again, and it was all getting amorous until I insisted I had to go. "Oh well," Penny said, letting her arms and legs fall back, relaxed "When a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do." 

I pulled out of her spread-eagled exposed, luscious, warm, flawlessly naked body, and looked down on her with the utmost regret that I really did have to go. But at least I could take her with me. And take her to bed. Take her in bed. 

We showered again. It was her idea. We got to the bathroom and she just pushed me into the shower and went to the loo herself, saying "Put the water on and you can pee in there."

It was a gently fun shower. Not hot and heavy, but intimate and friendly. We washed each other carefully and with a few arousing strokes, but it was mostly just light and caring. And we talked about Tara. 

The discussion carried on as we dried each other and moved on to the bedroom. Penny was happy to hear that Tara was sure that it was Michael's child. She was also concerned that the Pill had failed. I explained what had happened and she solemnly promised never to miss a pill. "I just couldn't do that to you. Not if we were playing with other couples. I wouldn't risk having someone else's child."

I was flattered. We climbed into bed and snuggled down, and drifted into inanity and sleepiness. 

The next morning I was woken by her getting out of bed, but she shushed me and told me to go back to sleep. I was woken again by her reappearance with a breakfast tray. 

Much to my surprise Penny was dressed in a shiny red bikini. I had not seen it before, although it was similar to one that Tara had in black PVC. She had her hair back in a ponytail, and on the tray was a set of black leather wrist cuffs, a collar and ankle straps. 

"Good Morning, Master, I hope you slept well?" she said. 

I paused for a moment, wondering if I should play the game. I had enjoyed our lovemaking the day before, which had I felt been between equals, even if we had flirted with the Master/Slave idea a couple of times. If Penny formally adopted her Slave girl role again it would change things in a way that might not be desirable. Still, I thought, this was her choice. I could be an indulgent Master today. 

"I slept very well, thanks to your excellent ministrations last night. I should reward you, Girl."

She dropped her eyes and said a little coquettishly "Oh no Master, my reward is to serve you." 

I was about to laugh, but she looked up with such a look of longing and desire that I was silenced. She held up the leather choker and said "Would you honour me by letting me wear your collar, Master?"

I took it, and said "O course. A slave as good as you deserves a pretty collar."

I fastened it, and then the wrist and ankle bands as she presented each to me with a plea to do them up. For me to reach her ankles (which were pretty as ankles go, not too slim, not too thick) she had to lift her foot up onto the bed. The second time she did so allowed me a glimpse of her crotch, and a flash of her pussy. The bikini bottoms were split, with an overlapping but open gusset. I smiled as I realised that the cups of the bra top were the same, and could be pulled open to reveal her nipples. This was not just a slave outfit. It was a sex suit. And it suited her well.

"That is a nice outfit," I said, "Did Tara lend it to you?" 

"No Master, although Mistress Tara did help me to choose it from the catalogue and allowed me to get it delivered here."




Bad Penny Ch. 07



I was surprised. "You bought it from a catalogue?"

"Yes Master, I thought it would please you."

She looked a little hesitant, so I reassured her, "Very much. I am very pleased. I may require you to wear that outfit under your plain clothes at University. But tell me more about the catalogue."

"Oh it is full of stuff like this. And all sorts of other things. It is a company in London. Tara has used them before, so I knew it would be okay. She still has the book if you want to look. I thought you might like to select some more outfits for me to buy."

I heartily agreed. We ate breakfast first, Penny sitting cross legged on the bed in front of me, tempting me to just throw the tray aside and spring on her. I resisted. But it was touch and go when she licked butter off her finger. 

Mike had apparently been having a lie in. Tara had been up but was not interested in breakfast, or much else. Nausea again. So we had to amuse ourselves. I suggested Penny get the catalogue. She went off with the tray saying she would ask Tara for it. 

It took her a few minutes to return. She was quite flushed looking, and she apologised for taking so long. 

"Could Tara not find it?" I asked 

"She knew where it was, in her bedside cabinet, but she is really dizzy and pale, lying on the sofa downstairs, so she sent me to fetch it. When I went in their bedroom Mike was awake. He was reading. He wanted to see my outfit. And when I went to the bedside cabinet he, well, he wanted me to give him a blow job, but I told him you were waiting for me."

I cocked an eyebrow at her. "Is that all?"

"He insisted on checking my outfit out a bit more. He fingered me and played with my nipples, but just for a moment because I told him I had to get back."

I frowned. I wasn't sure how I felt about that incident. Strange to be jealous, after all I had been ridden by Tara the night before, and Mike had had Penny every which way in the past. But the idea of Mike just casually slipping a finger into Penny through her open crotched knickers, and making her pull the splits in her bra open so he could suck her nipples was ... Well actually it was quite a turn on to think about it. But I was a little jealous. Usually when Mile did things with Penny I knew ahead of time, or I was watching as he did it. I had at least tacitly given permission. For him just to casually feel my girlfriend up in such an intimate way without my knowledge or approval was somehow strangely inappropriate. Taking liberties. And he had done those things before I had a chance to do them. Well, that was not strictly true, I could have done them at any time in the last hour or so. I could do it now. Simply tell Penny to come closer, open her legs, show me her hard brown nipples, spread her panties... 

"Penny, have you been to the bathroom this morning?" I asked 

"Yes Master. I washed everywhere to be fully ready for you."

"Show me."

She stood up, and pulled the crotch opening of the scarlet shiny knickers open. Her curly brown hair was fluffy. She used a finger from each hand to pull her pussy lips open, exposing the glistening pink and brown tinged inner lips, and the dark pink passage below. 

"Nice," I said "but I can't see if you are all as clean. You'll have to turn round."

She obeyed, and when I told her to show me she bent over and pulled the crotch of her panties and her buttocks open with her two hands. The view presented of her wet and slightly parted pussy below her exposed and vulnerable ass-hole was powerfully erotic. It was what I later came t think of as her slave pose. It was an intimate and submissive act, and one that made me hard in a second. I was torn between whether to just take her right there and then or to play with her first. I wanted to lick her, finger her and fuck her all at once. I decided to do all three in order. 

"Very good," I said, "Just hold that pose."

I moved over to get better access to her and made her jump by touching her ass-hole with my tongue tip. I gently rimmed her for a few seconds as she sighed and squirmed, and then slid my tongue down to taste the drops of nectar that were forming on her clit. She was delicious. 

Two fingers easily slipped into her pussy, and she rocked on her toes as I rubbed her clit with the thumb of my other hand. Once my index finger was well coated I slipped it out and rubbed it over her ass-hole. I slid my middle and ring fingers into her slit again as the tip of my index dialled an entry to her ass. 

With little twisting and swirling motions I opened up her tight pucker, feeling her relax as I pressed the tip inside, then up to the second joint. I rested my finger there as her sphincter spasmed, clenching my finger hard. A few rubs on her clit and a little pressure from side to side loosened her again, and I pushed the rest of the finger in, the other two fingers sinking into her pussy at the same time. From the slickness within her bottom I could tell that she had used the device Tara had to put lubricating gel inside her ass, in preparation for just such a penetration. I thought then that I should get a similar syringe, and irrigator, for Penny to use at home, so she would be ready for me at any time. That idea also helped to harden me further. I would have her prepare herself on a weekday morning, and ass-fuck her in the library at lunchtime, perhaps.

Penny groaned. "Oh thank you Master."

"You like that?" I asked 

"Mmm yes." She said as she rocked forward and pushed back a little. 

I followed her motion, and soon was sliding my digits almost all the way out and back in to her two holes at a fairly rapid pace. It was obviously turning her on. Her legs started to wobble and her breathing quickened. 

"You have really taken to having your bottom fingered, haven't you?" I asked

"Yes, Master, I love it when you put your finger in my bottom, or your cock Master."

"You really do like my cock in your ass?"

"Oh yes Master," she said, and shook again at the thought of being buggered by me.

I had to do a little manhandling to get her into a stable position, kneeling on the bed with her ass high in the air sideways on to me. I could reach in under her to play with her clit and hold her up with my left hand while I fingered her with my right. She wasn't sure what I wanted her to do at first, and I had to order her to move as I wanted so I could keep all three fingers inside her as she took up the pose, but once she got the idea Penny was suddenly transformed again. 

I felt her body loosen and become fluid and graceful as she became a helpless slave being used by her Master. She left behind her the guilt that she felt she should be feeling, the fear of what her parents would think if they knew what she was doing, what she was enjoying, what she wanted to do. She was being finger fucked in the ass and pussy simultaneously, dressed in slave cuffs and an outfit made solely to give easy access to her sex, and she was loving every moment of it because it wasn't her fault. She was just helplessly doing what she had to do, not being bad, just making the best of things.

Of course the power dynamic of the situation was doing good things for me as well. Here I was finger fucking a compliant and submissive girl, listening to her gasp and moan as I penetrated and possessed her body. I could, and did, seek out the openings in her bra and squeeze her nipples. I frigged her clit in double time as I rhythmically pumped my hand back and forth, rocking my wrist to press up and down, stretching her ass and pussy, slipping my little finger into her along side my middle and ring fingers. 

She came. I had to hold her up and press in hard keep her in one place as her whole body twitched and jerked. Her ass and pussy both tightened up on my fingers, and she made several strange squeaky noises when I rubbed her clit again. 

She relaxed, her head falling forward, and I gently pulled my fingers out of her. I let her rock back on her heels and breathe a little, kissing her back, her shoulders and neck. 

I didn't let her rest for long though. As she recovered she sighed and wriggled her bottom, and I felt her thigh brush against my cock. It was high time I had her. 

I scooted back off the bed, pulled her round to me and lifted her hips. Standing behind her I looked down on her bared cleft and pressed my cock against the hairy slit. In a single stroke I was up inside her, and after only a half second pause I was deep shafting her pussy. My hips moved in counter action to my hands that gripped hers. The sound of her bottom slapping against my thighs and stomach was accompanied by a grunt or gasp from Penny each time I drove home.

I didn't often take Penny from behind like that, or shaft her so hard and fast. I prefer to see a girl's face, and her breasts. I like to kiss her lips and nipples and I like the way a girl looks on her back with her legs open. Inviting, offering herself, a gift, as well as vulnerable, trusting, welcoming. An open legged girl is the perfect place to lie upon. Shagging a girl from behind is less intimate, less personal. But this time it seemed more significant. It was deeply intimate, as I was deeply inside her. Her exposed ass-hole was also in my view and ready to be penetrated. I pressed my thumb into it, hearing her groan and feeling her accept me. I could at any time just pull my cock out of her pussy and put it in her ass. I thought about that as I pushed again and again into her slit, her wet, warm, willing body, her pussy, her hole, her honey pot, her hairy cunt, her slippery slot. It was so good to be balls deep in her pussy, to blow my load into her, to fill her cunt with come. I could fuck her ass, but why change when my cock was so well served?

I lay on top of her for a while to get my breath back, enjoying the soft warmth of her body beneath me, nuzzling the nape of her neck. "You are beautiful you know," I whispered. 

She murmured "I bet you say that to all the girls."

I laughed. "That's only because I only make love to beautiful girls, of course." I rolled her over and looked in her eyes. "I mean it though. You are beautiful. More so now than ever before. I don't know why, but you look great these days."

She smiled, "I'm happy. And I have lost half a stone, toned up at the gym, my hair is longer, and Tara has taught me a lot about make-up. You are looking good too. But a bit tired now?"

She insisted on getting me under the covers and, after some kissing and caressing, she went, via the bathroom, to make us a cup of tea and a snack. It was nearly lunchtime.

I lay and relaxed, and thought about the way things were. It could have been worse. 

I needed to use the bathroom, but found it was occupied. I think Tara was throwing up. I wrapped a robe around me and headed for the downstairs loo. 

At the foot I the stairs I could hear voices on the kitchen. Penny and Mike, as might be expected, but then a third voice. A man's voice. I hesitated a second, but nature called, so I went to the little toilet under the stairs, but I could hear the conversation in the kitchen quite well. 

Penny sounded half flirty and half like a schoolgirl being quizzed. Mike wasn't saying much. I quickly realised the man was Mike's Uncle, Peter. 

Penny was saying "Well, as a matter of fact, Tara helped me pick this outfit, and she suggested I wear it today. Why do you think she would object?"

"Well, I suspect that you wandering about looming like that might give a young man like Michael here some ideas."

"Well I can't speak for her, or him, but I know that I wouldn't do anything with Mike that Tara would not want me to do. And I wouldn't do anything with Mike that my boyfriend Sean would not approve of. What kind of girl do you think I am?"

I had moved so I could see through the part-open kitchen door, and I could not help but smile at the scene. Mike was standing with his back to the sink, facing me, grinning. He spotted me, and grinned wider when I held a finger to my lips to shush him. Peter was sitting at the kitchen table, sideways on to it, facing Penny who was standing in front of him. He was three quarters turned away from me, so had no idea I was there. Penny was nearly side on to me, and hadn't spotted me yet. She was giving Peter a very saucy look, with one hand on her hip and the other holding a finger to her chin. Her eyes were sparkling. 

Peter's rich voice had a laughing tone as he replied "Well, now I'm not sure. Your attitude is confident and bold, but your outfit says 'I'm the sort of girl who likes to be shackled, dominated, tied up or tied down while men take their pleasure from my body.' Although as I think of it the two ideas are not incompatible."

Penny laughed. "Not far off, I suppose. But you said 'men' not 'a man' or 'your boyfriend'. Was that deliberate? Do you think I like being tied up by many men, separately or in twos or threes or more? Or is it just Sean that I like to please?"

It was Peter's turn to sound uncomfortable. He almost spluttered. Penny had stepped closer and leaned towards him as she spoke, and she was holding his gaze with her deep hazel eyes even though her action was revealing the depth of her cleavage just a foot or two from his face. I knew his eyes had flickered down to look there when she smiled in gentle triumph. As she did so she glanced up and saw me. She raised an eyebrow and gave me a quizzical look. I nodded and smiled and made a 'go ahead' hand gesture. She smiled again. 

Peter managed to say "Well, I didn't mean to imply anything bad about your character, miss."

Penny gave her low sexy laugh, a sound that thrilled me as I knew it well. She laughed like that when she was turned on, it was rich in desire and anticipation. "Why do you think it would be bad if I liked sex with many men? Wouldn't you like two or three girls at once? Imagine three naked women all making love to you, all pressed against you, all moaning and sighing and wanting you over and over again."

She had moved a little closer to him and he leaned back in his chair as her face came to a few inches away. He looked scared and excited. He tried to sound authoritative and business like, but his voice caught as he said "Well, yes I am sure that would be all very nice if you thought that sort of thing was acceptable, but..."

Penny interrupted him, "It is nice, very nice, and you would love it. But we don't have another two girls to play with so you'll just have to make do with one."

Her hand touched his knee and slid up along his thigh. Peter tried to lean back further in his seat. "I, I, I don't think you should do that!" he squeaked. 

"Oh but I want to. And from the feel of you, you want me to as well."

Peter looked to Mike for help. "Tell this girl to stop this!"

Mike shook his head. "Uncle Peter, I have to tell you, Penny is unstoppable. And a very good lay. If I were you, I would count myself lucky and enjoy it."

"But!" Peter said, and got no further.

Penny put a finger on his lips and caught his gaze again. In a huskily intense voice she said "Don't be scared, I don't bite."

Mike added "You are unmarried, don't have a girlfriend, aren't a churchgoer, and have a twenty-one year old half-naked girl who wants to suck your cock. Uncle Peter, what are you objecting to?"

Peter said wildly to Penny "Not in front of the boy!"

She laughed. She was squeezing his cock inside his trousers, and she leaned forward to bring Peter's face close to her cleavage. "Mike, would you mind giving your Uncle a little privacy so he can fuck me?" she said in her sweetest tones. 

Peter gasped. Mike shrugged and ambled towards the door. He patted his uncle on the shoulder as he passed and said "You can thank me afterwards."

He walked on, obscuring my view for a moment. When he had cleared the sight line I could see Penny was kissing Peter with an open mouth, and pulling at his belt. 

Mike swung in behind me to look over my shoulder at what was going on. Penny was encountering no further resistance. 

Peter's hands had come up to touch her, tentatively at first, his fingers contacting the tight skin of her waist. His caress became full handed quite quickly, and he brushed over her stomach as she undid the zip on his trousers. I saw his back arch as her hand slid into the top of his underpants, and I knew Penny had hold of his cock. 

Mike whispered in my ear "I hope you don't mind, when she came down stairs Uncle Peter had arrived to drop off some stuff. She just walked into the kitchen and his jaw hit the floor. I said to her that she should seduce him. He's a nice guy, he was widowed a few years back, hasn't had a girl since, I think. Tara keeps threatening to do it, but I talked her out of it, I think it might get awkward, Peter would be embarrassed at family gatherings."

I whispered back "It's fine," although I need hardly have bothered to keep my voice down. Peter wasn't going to notice, or care. He was far too busy sucking on Penny's left nipple, which she had exposed by pulling the slits in her bra top open. He was rolling and pinching her other nipple with his left hand, and I could see his right hand was caressing her thigh and bottom. I held my breath as I saw his hand drift around to the front of her leg and stroke a little at her inner thigh. She parted her legs to give him access, but he hesitated, stroking down to her knee and calf, and then moving both hands to help Penny with pushing his trousers down. 

Penny reached down to take Peter's cock again, and pull it upright, and I caught a glimpse of it for the first time. 

It was huge. 

It was as long as Mike's and as thick as mine. 

Penny looked down at it with wide eyes, and crooned "Oh my goodness!"

Peter just smiled and groaned as she gave him a slow, long stroke.

Behind me I heard Mike quietly say "Jesus!"

"Runs in the family then." I murmured. 

"Mine's not that big though!" Mike said, awestruck. I think it was the first time he had ever seen anyone more generously endowed than himself. It must have been humbling. 

"Now you know how the rest of us feel," I said.

Peter looked a little worried for a moment and said "Is it alright?"

Penny was staring at his cock as she slowly stroked it. Without looking up she nodded, and said "It is beautiful."

I knew she was going to suck it even before she started to move. It surprised, and delighted, Peter. 

Penny sucked the end of his cock for a moment, and then licked down his shaft and up again, taking his tip in to suck and bobbing her head down a couple of times, before again licking down his shaft. This time she went further and licked between and around his balls, then back up the shaft and sucked him deeper, using the technique she had learned on me and Mike, taking a good six inches into her mouth. 

Peter simply sighed and groaned and said "Oh yes!" in a repeating cycle of appreciation and sensory overload. 

Mike murmured in my ear "You know Tara is going to want a go on that now. She will be sooo jealous."

"You want to call her?"

"Nah, she needs the sleep. But after this I can see Uncle Peter might drop round more often."

Certainly the man had every reason to want a return visit, although I suspected he wasn't able to think that far ahead. Penny was wanking him slowly while he sucked her nipples. He was pulling at her pants, opening the crotch, and one finger was clearly already buried in her wetness. 

I loved to watch the way she gyrated her hips to make his finger move inside her. She was flushed and had to take some deep breaths as she pulled off her bra to give Peter's roving lips better access to her breasts. He was sensible enough to take a moment to admire them, and slip a second finger inside her, saying "Beautiful, just beautiful," before his mouth was too full to talk again. 

Penny pushed her knickers down. Peter had to pull his fingers out to let them pass, but his hand was swiftly back in place, probing her and opening her up. She was holding his head as he sucked each tit in turn. 




Bad Penny Ch. 07



Then I saw him take his fingers out of her slit and rub the slippery honey from her on his cock tip. He did it twice more, plunging his fingers in deep to draw out her juices. Then he pulled her towards him. I held my breath. 

His tip was no bigger than mine, or at most only a little thicker, so Penny had no trouble letting him enter her. She pushed down on him, bouncing back up after only half the tip was in, and then down again to take the whole end of his cock. She sighed. 

Peter moaned, and moaned again when she started to slide down on him. Down an inch, up half an inch, down another, and another. She paused with a good six inches in her. I wondered if she could take much more. Mike's cock was eight and a half inches. I knew, because we had measure it. Mine, just about six. Penny had sat on Mike and worked him all the way in, but his cock was thinner than mine or Peters, and he said it had felt like the tip was crushed and bent. She said it felt too deep, painfully stretching her. But now she was pushing down on a rod at least as long as Mike's and thick as mine. 

She had her eyes closed as she waited for breath. Peter was holding still, stating at her face. He was having to hold his breath. She sighed, and let herself down a little more. Then her eyes opened and so did her mouth. With a long "Oooh!" sound and her brow wrinkling up, she settled down all the way. 

I wanted to applaud, but felt it would break the mood. Mike, still behind me, whispered "Good girl!"

Peter was much more explicit in his praise. He kissed her. A full deep snog, holding her shoulders to keep her body pressed down on his cock and rocking her slightly as he murmured words between his kisses "Oh yes, oh god, oh that's good, oh my god."

He leaned her back to bite her neck and her breasts, jiggling her up and down on his shaft, not letting her move more than an inch. And then she started to ride him. With his hands on her hips and hers on his shoulders, the two got into a rhythm and a stroke that was almost the full length of his cock. It was incredible. 

I was hard and wanted to go in and join them, to have Penny suck me, or to take her in tandem. But I wanted to watch. I was fascinated by the way she moved, the way she looked, the way she was gasping and crying out. I realised as I saw a tiny bead of sweat form on her brow and she made a deep noise in her throat that Penny was half way to coming. 

Peter could see it too. He was alternately squeezing her breasts and using his hands to help her bounce up and down by grasping her bottom. When he didn't have them in his hands he was often sucking on them. Now he looked at her and said "You going to come?"

"If I may, Master," gasped Penny. 

He laughed as he bounced her again and said "Good girl, you can come on my prick"

"Oh thank you!" Penny gasped again and she sped up her movements. 

"Come on girl, come on my prick! That's it come on now, I want to feel you come with my prick inside you!" Peter said as she began to grunt each time she forced herself down on him. 

"You like my prick, little girl? You like my prick up you? Come on girly, let me feel your cunny milk my prick!"

I heard her breathing change again. Those little whoops as she sucked in air and her pussy twinged, and her ass tightened, and her clit throbbed, and her tits bounced. And then she lurched forward, clinging to him as her bottom started to pulse back and forth, fast, spasmodic, her breathing ragged and her hair wild as her head rocked back. 

All Peter had to do was hang on. Penny went into overdrive. She was thrashing and almost screaming as she came, and Peter was sucking hard on her tits as he hugged her writhing body to him. 

She started to calm down, head back, dragging air into her body with huge breaths. Peter needed more. He leaned forward on the chair , lifting her as he did so, and stood up with his cock still inside her. He turned to the table beside them, and lowered her bottom onto it, then pulled her legs up and thrust deeply into her. 

Penny fell back on the table with her legs wide and his cock pounding her. 

Of course we couldn't see much, just Peter's back and Penny's legs sticking out each side, but it was clear from the noises she made that Penny was being hurried along on a near orgasmic plateau, coming again and again. Peter was amazed and overjoyed. He was almost growling as he thrust into her and talked to her. "Yes girl, you like my prick don't you? You like my prick in your hot little cunny. God it's been a long time since I had a tight wet cunny to screw, I can tell you my prick loves your hairy cunny, loves being up your cunny. God, yes! Oh you are one hell of a shag. Oh yes, with your perky little tits and your pretty face and your tight thighs and that bouncy ass and such a nice cunny for my prick. Oh and such a good cocksucker too."

Peter grunted then, and gave a couple of harder, deeper thrusts before going on, "Oh yeah,you're a good little cocksucker, girly. I haven't had a wee girl like you suck my prick for twenty years. You like sucking pricks don't you girly? You like a boy to come in your mouth girl? You like to suck a boy's come?"

He paused to hear her answer, shafting her deep as he repeated the question. Penny gasped "Yes!"

"You want me to come in your mouth now or in your cunny?" asked Peter. 

"Whatever you want, Master!"

"I can come in your cunny? You want my come in you?"

"Oh yes, Master, come in me! Let me feel you come in me!"

Peter thrust deep again and said "Here you go, girly, here you are, here's my come, I'm going to come in your cunny, oh yes girl here it comes, oh Yes!"

His back arched and he frantically jerked about with his cock inside her and his hands gripped around her knees. He shook for a good twenty seconds, moaning and gasping, and then after one final thrust and grunt he staggered backwards and fell onto the chair. He leaned back, exposing Penny's open legs and dripping pussy to our view. 

She lay on the table with her legs spread for some seconds, and I could see the come dribbling out of her, and the matted, sweat and sex soaked hair around her bright red swollen pussy lips. Behind me Mike murmured "Now that is a well fucked cunt."

Penny sat up before Peter had recovered. She closed her legs and slipped off the table, and knelt on the floor, looking up at her most recent conquest. "You okay, Peter?" she asked. 

He raised his head and gave hear a shattered smile. "Oh yes." he reached for her and pulled her face to his, kissing her and running fingers through her sweat damped hair. "Oh yes. Very Okay." 

He kissed her again and then pulled back a little to look at her face "You okay?"

Penny giggled. "Oh yes. That was gooood."

"I'm glad you thought so too. I have one little problem though. Which is sort of embarrassing," said Peter, looking shifty. 

"What?" asked Penny, concerned. 

Peter shrugged, and said "Mike did mention your name when you came into the kitchen, but to be honest I was so surprised and distracted by your quite stunning body and the outfit you were wearing that I didn't catch it. It seems terrible to ask now, but what is your name again?"

Penny laughed, but before she could answer Mike said "It is Penny, and this is her boyfriend, Sean." He gave me a little shove into the room as he breezed on in past me and headed for the kettle. "Any one for a cup of tea?"

Peter looked stunned. 

I stepped over to him and stuck out my hand, saying "Pleased to meet you, Peter."

He shook my hand. He was working entirely on automatic. 

"I can tell Penny has been enjoying herself. Thank you for looking after her," I said and turned to look at her. I stroked her cheek as I said "How you doing, darling?"

Penny grinned, "I'm fine, but you would have to ask Peter about how I did."

Mike guffawed. It wasn't just a laugh. It was an explosion. He pointed at his uncle and said "Just look at him, Penny, I think it's obvious you did him very well!"

After a glance at Peter, who was still looking stunned, I looked back at Penny and offered her my hand to help her up. "Yes, I think you did very well. Now why don't you help him have a quick shower and we will have a cup of tea ready when you get down. But be quick."

"Yes, Master," she said. 

Peter gave me a confused look, but Penny took his hand and pulled him to his feet, chatting casually to him as she lead him away. 

When they were out of the room Mike laughed. "Did you see his face? Talk about shagging someone's brains out! Penny has lobotomised him!"

By the time they came back Tara had come down stairs, and the three of us were in the living room watching "The Dam Busters" and eating sandwiches. Penny entered the room first, now dressed in a red silky dressing gown and her split bikini, and she went straight to Tara, kissing each cheek and asking how she felt. Peter hung in the doorway, until Tara spoke up and said "I'm fine, honey, I'm fine. Hungry. As you must be, and you Uncle Peter, you must have an appetite. Come on in and sit here beside me and tell me the craic."

He did as he was told, still looking sheepish. 

"So what have you been up to lately, apart from fucking my friend, of course?" Tara said casually as she poured the tea.

Her smile was as sweet as the sugar she proffered as she handed him the mug. 

Peter shrugged and said "Well, nothing else anywhere near as exciting at all. Although I did hear during the week that our firm got the contract in Hong Kong, and I'll be moving out there for six months or so."

"Oh, congratulations!" said Tara. Mike echoed her sentiment. 

"It's why I came over. I'm to go over next week for a fortnight, then home for a couple of weeks and then out there until Christmas. So I wanted to leave you the keys to my flat, so you could keep an eye on it."

The conversation rolled on, and we learned that Peter was an architect, and that he had been at school with Tara's father. It's a small world in Northern Ireland. I asked him then "I was wondering, which side I the family you are from? I thought you were Mike's dad's brother, but he comes from Leicester."

Peter laughed. "Actually I am Mike's father's Uncle. Mike's Great Uncle"

Mike snorted and said "Well, pretty good uncle, at least. But you did dob me in to my folks when you caught me smoking when I was fourteen. A great uncle would have kept quiet."

Peter smiled. It was an old complaint. "Mike's dad, Joe, was the first child of my eldest sister. I was a wee late one, youngest by twenty years. Actually, Joe is eight months older than me. I was born an uncle. So everyone in the family calls me Uncle Peter, even my sisters, ever since I was a child."

The notion of being younger than your nephews and nieces amused Penny, since she too had been a late baby, and both her parents were in their late sixties. 

Talk became freer, Peter's embarrassment lessened, and as the afternoon wore on it became a very pleasant gathering. Peter was well travelled, interested and interesting. He was also a widower, his wife having died almost ten years before. Penny was shocked by that, since he had mentioned that she was "just forty six."

"How old are you then?" she asked.

"Fifty nine. Why how old are you?"

She looked coy and said "Twenty one."

"Hmm, so I am old enough to be your grandfather, legally," said Peter, with a little frown. 

"But you are younger than my father. Anyway, age doesn't matter."

"I am glad you think so." Peter said, and hesitated for half a beat before saying "I am a little confused though. Here you are with Sean, sitting beside him, and it is clear from how you two get on that you are a couple. But earlier we, well, in the kitchen... And Sean I think saw us at the end and didn't make any fuss. And the way you are dressed and act around Mike, well it suggests... And yet Tara..."

Tara rescued him from his reluctance to say what he wanted to say. "Sean has been Penny's boyfriend for years, but recently she has discovered that she has additional desires. So now, at weekends, she is his slave. And when she is here, in our house, she is subordinate to us as well. So Mike told her to seduce you, and I believe Sean was watching from the doorway and gave her permission as well. Otherwise she would not have shagged you."

Peter was silent for a moment. Then he said "So when you called me master..."

Penny spoke up "Sean is my Master, always, but if he gives me to another master, or mistress to play with I will try to serve them as well as I would serve Sean, so as not to let him down." In a slightly fearful tone she added "I hope I did not disappoint you earlier?" 

"What?" Peter looked shocked. "No, no, far from it. My dear girl it was... Well, it has been thirty odd years since I slept with a girl your age, and she didn't do the things you did. You were marvellous. But I still don't get it, I mean, you and Sean, and, well, me and Mike as well, and where in all this is Tara?"

Tara filled him in. "We are swingers, Uncle Peter. We swap. We play. All of us. Penny with Mike, me with Sean, Penny with me, with or without Sean or Mike, or the two boys with one of us girls. And Penny likes to be our slave. Sean's slave, but he lends her to me sometimes."

Peter looked at each of us, flabbergasted. "All of you...?"

Tara said "Penny darling would you mind helping me to convince Uncle Peter?"

Penny squeezed my knee and said quietly to me "May I?"

I nodded and said "Yes."

She slipped off the sofa beside me and stepped over in front of Peter. She dropped her robe, revealing again her shiny red bikini and her slave cuffs and collar.

Tara stood up and went to stand beside Penny, sideways on to Peter. She reached out and put her hand on Penny's naked stomach and used the other one to touch her neck. "Did you enjoy Uncle Peter fucking you earlier, girl?"

"Yes Mistress Tara."

"Would you like him to fuck you again?"

"Yes Mistress Tara, if he wishes it."

"I think he might be a bit tired after what he did to you earlier. Maybe since you are so keen to fuck," Tara said as she slid her hand into the opening at Penny's crotch and made her gasp by penetrating her with a finger, "Oh and that wet pussy is keen, since you need a good fuck perhaps you should sit on Mike's cock now. Go and get his cock out and sit on it."

Penny smiled and said "Yes Mistress."

Peter watched open mouthed as she moved to do as she was told. Tara looked on with an amused smile as Penny undid Mike's fly, pulled down his trousers and took his half erect shaft in her hand. She stroked it gently, and said "May I suck it first Mistress to get him hard?"

"Yes, but not for long, I want you riding him as soon as possible."

Mike groaned as Penny enveloped him with her warm mouth. 

Peter was smiling now. A hesitant smile, with a dash of incredulity, but acceptance as well. 

Tara distracted him from the sight of Penny deep throating Mike's less than full erection by saying. "Of course we wouldn't want Sean to feel left out." 

She spun on her heel to face me, gave me a wink and dropped to her knees. In a moment I was getting the same treatment that Mike was enjoying. Peter, sitting opposite me, couldn't see what Tara was doing in any detail, but he caught my eye, and returned my grin. 

Beside him Mike was now erect, and Penny moved up to complete her allotted mission. Mike freed her breasts from the bra top as she held his cock upright and positioned herself over him. "Hasn't she got great tits, Uncle?" he said, cupping them and squeezing her nipples. 

Peter could only agree. But he was then distracted by Tara again. She had raised her bottom as she knelt before me so it was pointing right at Peter. Holding my cock in her mouth she used both hands to slip her skirt down, exposing her bare buttocks and the thin string of her thong that barely covered anything. 

Peter's eyes were out on stalks. 

"And hasn't Tara got a nice ass?" I said. He nodded, and swallowed. "And you've got to see her tits too," I added. 

I pulled her up and spun her round, held her bottom and guided her back onto me. She reached down to take my cock and pull the thong aside so I could slide up inside her, and she lay back on me with her legs raised, her feet on my open knees, giving Peter a full on display of my cock entering her pussy. I pulled up her tee shirt to show him her naked and swollen breasts, and she began to ride me slowly. 

He got an even better view of her magnificently bouncing nipples when I pulled her tee-shirt further up. Tara raised her arms, expecting me to pull it all the way off, but I left it simply pulled up over her arms and face, trapping her. She squealed as I bounced her hard on my cock and rubbed across her nipples with all my fingers in a fast fanning motion. Each tip was brushed across firmly in rapid succession as my hands rotated up and down. 

Peter looked amazed. He half whispered "Jesus!" and shook his head. 

Beside him Mike laughed, and lifted Penny up to spin her around so she was riding him the same way that Tara was on me. Tara struggled free of her tee-shirt and brought her hands up to support her heavy breasts as she rocked her hips back and forth. Peter was looking back and forward between the two girls, equally fascinated by Penny's tanned body and tossing dark hair and Tara's pale flesh and curly red mane. 

He didn't have to choose which he preferred. Suddenly Tara leaned forward and leapt on him. 

I think he was as shocked as I was. One second I was enjoying the warm depths of her writhing body, the next I felt cool air on my wet glans. Peter on the other hand had been enjoying the sight of Tara's curly bush from five feet away, now it was half an inch and closing fast as she stood on the sofa with a leg on each side of him and pressed her pussy to his mouth. 

He didn't struggle. Resistance was not only futile but also just damn stupid. So when Tara touched Penny's head and said to her "Leave him a moment and come and help me get Peter's trousers off" Peter happily raised his bottom from the seat as Penny pulled the garment down. She followed up by taking his cock in her mouth and wanking him while sucking his tip. 

Mike looked at me and shrugged. The two of us had been abandoned with unsatisfied erections while the two girls tackled Peter. We took what consolation we could from watching the show they put on. 

Mike moved over to the sofa I was sitting on, leaving the other one to Peter and his two seductresses. Tara shifted to present her breasts to Peter's mouth, saying "I saw you trying to look down my blouse at Christmas Uncle Peter. I know you wanted to see them, and touch them and suck them. Well now's your chance!"

She pulled his head between them and crushed his cheeks between her tits, then turned to bring each nipple in turn to his eager lips. She gave him a few moments to knead them and nuzzle her and then stood up to present her pussy again. 

"And I've seen you look at my legs. Thinking what was between them. Wondering if I was red below as well as on top. Thinking about my pussy. Well if you want to fuck it you have got to lick it." Tara laughed and pulled her lips open as she pressed forward onto his tongue "Oh yes, keep that up and you can fuck it all night."

Penny was licking his shaft and balls and sometimes sucking him as well as stroking him, but the way her hips were swaying told me that she was well turned on. Mike also noticed, and said to me, "Penny's pussy is unoccupied, if you fancy it."

"Good point. Although you were fucking her. Why don't you have another go, I want to get something from the bedroom."

Mike was happy to do so. I watched him slip in behind my slave, lift up her bottom and feed the long slim length of his cock into her pussy, just as Tara leaned down again to brush her nipples over Peter's face. 




Bad Penny Ch. 07



That move made Tara's bottom stick out, and Mike was able to lean forward and pull her buttocks open, pressing his tongue into the wet slit that his uncle had been licking a second before. 

Tara wriggled. Penny crooned as Mike's cock probed her deeply. 

I quickly went upstairs to grab a few things from the bedroom. 

When I returned Tara was sitting on Peter's cock, moving up and down on the last few inches of it as she held up her nipples to his mouth. Below her Penny was licking Peter's balls and shaft, and sometimes running her tongue up and over Tara's bottom as well. 

Mike was slowly and rhythmically fucking her with long deep strokes. 

I knelt beside Mike and opened the lid of the gel I had fetched from the bedroom. He eased back and paused while I squeezed a generous drop of it onto the puckered ring of Penny's bottom. 

Mike took another couple of strokes while I resealed the bottle and got the butt plug positioned in my hand. Then he eased back again so only his tip was still inside Penny and I pressed the tip of the black rubber plug into the gel and with a gentle twist into her opening. Penny's back arched in a sinuous way, and she moaned. I pushed and twisted again to gain another inch. Another catlike back stretch and relax allowed me to pop it in the whole way, her sphincter giving in to the pressure and closing around the narrow stem below the T bar. I moved my hand away to admire the view, and Mike nodded in satisfaction. Then he plunged deep into her pussy and began to pound her. On the sofa Tara was now rising and falling a little faster and a lot deeper than before. She was used to the length of Mike's cock and was now getting used to the added thickness of Peter, and enjoying it. I listened as she kept up her rambling talk. "You ever think of me doing this Peter? You ever think of me riding your cock? I've thought about it. I've wanted to ride you for years. If course I didn't know what a great cock you have. I never imagined it would be this big and long and hard and fill me up like this. It is a magnificent cock. If I had known you had this in your trousers I would have had it in my pussy years ago. You like it in my pussy?"

Peter grunted "Yes," in the break in her monologue as she paused to gasp and press down hard. 

She had her eyes closed, but they snapped open when he spoke and I saw how intensely she looked at him as she spoke again. "I always knew you fancied me. I felt the buzz. It turned me on. I would take Mike home and fuck his brains out afterwards. Did you ever go home and think of me?"

"Yes." Peter said. 

"You wanked and thought of me?"

"Yes," said Peter, and he pushed her down hard in his cock, the lifted her and pushed her down again, turning her into a sex doll, wanking himself with her body as he spoke "I lay in my bed and wanked myself to sleep thinking about your bouncing tits and your tight little arse. And thinking about your mouth, your red lip-sticked lips wrapped around me, taking my come, rubbing my prick between your tits, and shooting my load in your mouth."

Tara was leaning forward now, her bottom bouncing up and down and her breasts swinging. She began to breath harder, and her face was flushed. She was still looking hard at Peter as he spoke and her own voice was hoarse as she asked "And my pussy. Did you think about my pussy?"

"Oh yes, Tara, I dreamed about your little cunny with its red thatch. I imagined you naked on your back taking my cock in your pink lips and me sucking your toes and watching your tits bounce as I shagged you. I thought about taking you from behind on my bed with the mirror of the dressing table set so I could see your face and tits as I came in you. Or having you ride me just like this, ride me and let me suck your tits."

He matched his actions to his words and flexed his hips to shaft her faster and deeper. Tara was panting and begging him to keep going, to do it harder, to take her, to make her come. Peter obeyed, and as her head went back and she began to wail he looked up and said "That's it Tara, come on my prick! I can feel your cunny tight on my prick! That's a girl, come for my prick!"

She lurched forward, bottom held up a little, Peter's cock still lodged several inches inside her, holding still and making little whimpering noises, gasping "Oh god, oh god!" 

For the last few moments Mike had been holding still inside Penny and both of them had been simply watching Tara. As her friend clung to Peter and sighed, Penny leaned forward and extended her tongue. She placed a hand on each of Tara's bum cheeks and pulled them apart, and slowly licked up the last inch of Peter's shaft to where it entered Tara, then further up to rim Tara's asshole. 

Mike had shuffled forward to keep inside Penny, and he made an encouraging whoop. "Go for it Girl!" As he did so he pulled up on the butt plug I had inserted in Penny, and pushed it down again. 

Tara rocked ever so slightly as she moaned and Penny kept on rimming her. Peter was once again sucking on her nipples. Mike kept alternating strokes with his cock in Penny's pussy and the plug in her ass. I was sitting back watching it all, taking off my shoes and trousers. 

Tara stirred and sat back, making Penny kneel upright, still kissing her between her shoulder blades. Peter smiled at her, and she said "Thank you, Uncle Peter. Would you mind if I rested for a moment? I'm sure Penny will keep you company. I'm suddenly exhausted."

He helped her to rise off him and I noticed she was obviously quite weak, so I lent a hand. Tara was shaking, but insisted on giving orders. "I'll just sit here," she said, turning round to settle into the corner of the sofa, "Penny, you sit there." She pointed at Peter's cock. 

Penny crawled forward and up onto Peter's lap, pausing for half a second to suck his cock head and again to kiss his lips and say "Hello again."

Mike was left kneeling at Peter's feet, his cock once more wet and willing and abandoned. Tara smiled on him and said "Don't worry darling, I have a plan."

Penny lifted herself up to let Peter place his cock against her pussy. His hand was underneath her, a finger running through her hair and lips to open her up, when his fingertip encountered something unexpected. It was the hard end of the T piece on the butt plug. 

"What's this?" he asked. 

Penny laughed "It is my plug. My Master put it there."

"A plug?" Peter sounded amazed and unsure. 

I said "Take it out to show him."

Penny turned round and bent over to let Peter see. She reached behind her and pulled the plug up slowly, stretching her sphincter up and out as the widest part emerged, and then bringing the rest of the plug all the way out. Peter's eyes were wide and he made a little amazed coughing sound. He made it again when she pushed the plug back in with a smooth slow stroke. 

"Do it again." I said. She did. 

"Let Peter play with it." said Tara. 

Penny backed up an bent further, presenting her bottom to Peter, and she held her buttocks apart with both hands. He very tentatively reached out and took the plug. It resisted his first gentle pull, and then surprised him when it popped past her muscle ring when he tried again. But once he got the right amount of force he had it popping in and out easily, and Penny began to softly moan. 

He stopped. "Oh, sorry!" said Peter

I laughed. "Don't be sorry, she isn't hurt. She was enjoying that, weren't you Penny?"

"Yes, Master."

Peter looked dubious. I said "She can orgasm from anal sex. She needs a little extra stimulation, playing with her clit and nipples, but she will come if you take her in the ass."

Peter gulped "Take her in..."

Tara joined in "The ass, uncle Peter. Ass fuck her. Put your cock, or prick as yous seem to prefer, in her bottom, arse, bum, whatever you want to call it, and screw her, shag her and ride her. She'll love it."

"Truly?" he said, and again started using the plug as a dildo.

"Oh yes, that is lovely" Penny groaned. 

Tara reached towards me and asked for the lube, which I handed over. Mike had slid forward to be able to kiss Penny and play with her breasts. Tara told Peter to play with her pussy. 

"Finger her cunny, Peter. That's it. Can you feel the plug in her ass? Imagine how tight her pussy is with that plug in her. Or with a cock in her ass while you fuck her pussy."

Peter looked shocked again. "Really?"

Tara laughed. "Ooh yeah. Penny loves that don't you darling? One in the pussy and one in the bum? Sean and Mike have done that a few times haven't they?"

Penny was breathing harder now, but she answered "Yes Mistress, I do like it when I have two cocks in me at once."

Tara leaned forward with the tube of gel and said "Pull the plug out Peter. See how it is nice and clean. Penny had her bottom washed out earlier so she would be sweet to fuck." She squeezed a generous dollop of gel onto Penny's ass. "Now put a finger in her. Go on. See how easy it is? The plug has opened her and she is relaxed, and enjoying it. Look how she rocks back on you, fucking herself."

Peter was in a state of disbelief. I could empathise with the shock he was in at this surreal turn of events. He had left normality and was now in the thrall of Tara's fantasy world. I still didn't fully understand how she did it, but somehow it was just obvious that the right thing to do was whatever she said. So when she told him to try putting in a second finger in each hole he did it. 

Mike stood up, and presented his cock to Penny's mouth. She opened wide and sucked him in, putting one hand on his knee to support herself and the other to pull back his foreskin and wank his shaft. He looked over her body and grinned at his Uncle. Peter smiled back in an unsure fashion. He was about to say something when he was shocked again by Tara. 

While he had been looking elsewhere Tara had taken large glob of gel in her hand and reached past Penny's leg to gently grab the end of Peter's cock. He looked at her, startled, after first looking down to see what was touching him. I could see from my perch on the arm of the sofa behind Tara, as she moved her hand in a circular motion. She was polishing his knob. 

Tara grinned and said "Just getting you nice and slippy for her, Uncle. Now take your fingers out of Penny's pussy and her ass, and lie back. Good. Now slide down the seat a bit so your bottom is on the edge, yes, but put both knees between hers. That's it."

She looked up at Mike and said "Sorry darling, but I need Penny to move again."

"No problem," said Mike and he pulled back, helping Penny to straighten up. He and Tara guided her back, and down, bringing her bottom to touch the tip of Peter's cock, which Tara was holding. 

Tara rubbed the end of Peter's engorged rod back and forth a little, and Penny pressed down. The end popped in. Peter gave a little cry of surprise, and Penny held still for a second. Everyone held their breath, and then she pushed down again. 

I watched as the long, thick shaft of Peter's cock disappeared into my girlfriend's ass hole. She paused a few times, drawing up a little to let the lubricant smooth the way, then pushing down again. She leaned back as she went down, and raised her legs, putting her feet on Peter's knees and opening herself wide. With a final sigh she wiggled her bottom and settled down to rest on his lap, his whole length inside her. 

Peter had held his breath and stared at what he could see if his cock throughout this. When she let her weight rest on his thighs and he felt his shaft was all inside her tight backside he breathed out and whispered "Oh, my good good God!"

Tara leaned toward him and said "Nice, eh?"

Peter nodded and said "I would never have believed it. Never."

"Is this your first time? You have never had your cock up a girl's ass before? Whooee! You hear that Penny, you got his anal cherry, sort of!"

Penny moved slightly, and said quietly "Do you like it, Peter? Would you like me to move up and down a bit?"

Tara answered for him. "Go for it Girl. Teach him how to ass fuck you."

Penny lifted up about four or five inches, and slid back down again. Peter moaned. She dust again, and again, a little faster each time as she got used to the thick shaft and the lubricant was spread evenly. Then, after a few more strokes age moved her feet onto the sofa cushions beside Peter's legs and rocked forward a little. She was squatting over him, her ass pressed down on his cock root, but now she could easily raise herself, and she began to take long bouncing strokes, almost the length of his shaft up to the point where the head of his cock was just emerging from her ass as she reversed down again. 

Peter was overwhelmed. He reached out to touch her hips, not to guide her or change her movement, just to feel her muscles flex. He was just staring at the point where his cock was entering her, watching her skin stretch out as she pulled up and go in as she pushed down. His breathing was fixed in time to her rise and fall. His hips started to move in opposition, pulling down as she rose, slamming upward to meet her as she fell. 

I thought he would come pretty fast, but it was Penny who started to show signs of rising arousal first. She began to pant. She began to run out of breath, and her thighs quivered. Suddenly she lay back, and her bouncing became less lengthy but faster. Peter reached around her to grab her tits and began stabbing upwards with his hips, fucking her hard from below. 

Penny was definitely heading towards orgasm, and I was watching with delight as she writhed with her legs open and her head thrown back, when Mike stepped in. He straddled his Uncle's legs and held his long, thin, hard and pointed cock down to angle into Penny's slit. 

She gasped as he pushed into her, and filled her empty pussy. Mike grinned at his uncle over her shoulder and said "Tight fit eh?"

Peter just grunted and pushed up, and Mike pulled back a little. It took them only a couple of strokes to fall into a rhythm that suited them both, and made Penny gasp. 

Over and over as they stroked in and out of her body Penny cried out gently. She was being double fucked, and writhing between the two bodies that impaled her, aware of nothing but the cocks that were giving her such pleasure. 

She would come soon, I knew, and I looked forward to seeing it, hearing her, watching the sweat start from her body, see her flex and bounce and gasp as they carried on fucking her and driving her to another climax and another. 

But Tara had another part of her plan to arrange. She twisted her head back to look up at me and said "You know she wants one in her mouth? Her first time with three at a time? Let me see Penny getting filled all three ways. Please, Sean, fuck her mouth for me?"

It was awkward to stand with one foot on the floor over the back of the sofa and one foot on the seat, but as soon as I moved close enough Penny grabbed my cock and pulled it to her mouth. I shuffled as close as I could get and eventually was able to hold her head and swing my hips to properly face fuck her. Of course Penny was now on the verge of coming, and had to gasp for air quite often, but she kept wanking me and sucking me right up to the point when she finally made her trademark little cries and then clenched her entire body around her climax. 

Mike grunted and Peter called out "God!" again as Penny's ass and pussy squeezed their cocks, although I think the pressure on mine in her hand was greater than they felt. Then Mike began to shaft her furiously. Peter just tried to hold still and stay inside her as his nephew ploughed Penny deeply, driving her to another body shattering convulsion. 

"Oh god!" Penny cried "Oh fuck me, fuck me, all of you! Fuck me!"

She pulled my cock to her mouth and sucked me hard, and I grabbed her hair to pull her to me. Mike was grunting with effort, Peter was moaning and jerking, Tara came round the other side of Penny to get a better view and then snaked a hand down to place a finger on Penny's clit and bent her head to bite her nipple. 

We all came, except Tara. Mike first, Penny second, then me, then Penny again, and finally Peter and Penny again as Tara frigged her and pushed three fingers into the pussy that Mike had pulled out of, using his come to lubricate her probing thrusts. 

As Peter lay back and tried to get his breath Tara kissed Penny and pulled her up and away, the two of them with mouths and tongues locked, hands finding curves and crevices, sliding into a tangle on the floor. Their embraces became more intense for a while as we three men watched, and gradually became aware of each other's nakedness. Mike and I were pretty used to being nude around each other, but Peter was embarrassed, and his awkwardness affected my mood. He pulled up his trousers and shrugged as the two girl's lay naked and entwined in front of him, slowing in their movements to a languid embrace and long, gentle kisses.

Mike simply sprawled on the sofa and watched them. I had sat down to catch my breath on the sofa beside Peter, and now felt a little self conscious just in my tee shirt. I decided to make a retreat. "Anyone else thirsty?" I asked and lifted my trousers on the way to the kitchen. 

When I got back with a tray of glasses of water the two girls were sitting up, still with legs entwined, leaning against each other, chatting to the men. Water was drunk, then the girls went to the bathroom, and Mike said "Anyone for snooker?"

The rest of the afternoon was spent in the manly pursuit of drinking coffee and poking balls round a table with a stick. Of course both Mike and Peter were far more skilled than me so playing one on one was a whitewash. But we played a three handed game of billiards after a few games of snooker, and not a word was said about what had just happened. 

Although Mike did manage to get in a joke about Peter not being sure whether to go for the pink or the brown. 

The girl's reappeared looking fresh and happy, fully dressed in quite demure style. Except for Penny's cuffs and collar. She came over to me and knelt at my feet, holding her hands up towards me and bowing her head. I blushed when I saw the look Peter gave us.

"Please Master, Mistress Tara wants to take me out for the evening and requests that you remove my bonds."

I looked at Tara and said "Why? Can't you take my slave out with them on? I had thought I might order her to wear them all week."

Tara smiled. She could see I was just teasing, although the look that Penny gave me when she glanced up in surprise was mixed with pleasure and fear. Tara said "Ah, but Master Sean they would draw attention to her, and while she is beautiful in her bonds I don't want her head turned with too many admirers."

I pretended to sigh and said "Yes, I suppose so, Mistress Tara. My slave is far too pretty to go unnoticed, but we don't want to encourage the hoi polloi." I reached out and seemingly reluctantly undid Penny's wrist cuffs, then drew her up and undid her collar. I sat on a chair at the side and made her put her foot up on the seat between my legs so I could undo her ankle cuffs. Having done the first one and handed it to her I told her to swap feet, and started to undo the second buckle. It was loosened, ready to pull it off when I reached up to her and took her chin in my hand, pulling her down as if to kiss her. Penny eagerly leaned toward me. 

I brought my lips close to hers as whispered "Just because I am taking this off you does not make you free. You are still mine Penny Harty."

She whispered back "Yes, Master. Always," and I kissed her. I also slid my hand up from her ankle over her knee and round the underside of her thigh, relishing the smooth roughness of her stocking. I enjoyed the transition to the even smoother flesh above, and the way she gently angled her leg out to give me easy access to the inner thigh, the fur covered mons and the firm fluffy lips below. Her kiss deepened as my finger ran along the length of her slit, opening her and finding the touch of dampness inside. I pressed my fingertip into her, and pulled back slowly, bringing the slipperiness over her clit, making her sigh as I pulled my hand back the way it had come. I broke the kiss and handed her the anklet, and she said softly "Thank you, Master."




Bad Penny Ch. 08



In simpler, more innocent days I had lain with Penny in the long grass by the Lagan and we had kissed for hours. Just kissed. Well, hugged and cuddled, and pressed against each other, but not a button or belt or zip was touched, nothing pulled up or aside, no flesh apart from faces and hands ever touched. 

Five years later no flesh was secret. 

But we still went for walks along the tow-path, although the grass was short and the wind was cold, so there was no rolling about never mind clothing removed. 

It was the Wednesday of the week following our brief encounter with Mike's Uncle Peter. We had barely had time to see each other in the last two days, as family and University commitments got us both tied up. But at last we had time to spend together, and I brought Penny for some fresh air and nostalgia. 

I had thought about those innocent summer moments from the first year we had been together. The contrast with the wild experiences of the last few months had hit me hard. I think it was something to do with Tara's revelation as well. Her being pregnant had made me think. We weren't children any more, and we could be parents. 

It was all very serious and grown up. As you might expect. After all I was twenty one, and in my mind I was a man in my own right. Looking back now, I have to smile at that naive child. 

Both of us were still living with our parents, partly because of laziness and the cheapness, but also because of their ill health. My father had a heart attack and retired early suffering from acute angina. He was very restricted in what he could do. Her parents were considerably older and needed support. But both of us chafed at the restrictions that imposed. I had moved out for a few months in the year before dad was ill, but that was also before Penny and I had full intercourse. And I had a flatmate who was always there behind the thin walls of my bedroom, which severely inhibited us, never mind her Catholic upbringing. 

Now an opportunity had arisen. On Sunday evening in the pub Peter had offered his flat to Penny for the time when he was going to be in Hong Kong. He said she could flat sit for the six months, rent free. But he was going away in five days and needed an answer. So we talked about it. 

Of course the decision was to take it. But we agonised over it, and eventually agreed that we wouldn't move in together permanently, but we would stay there at weekends and keep an eye on it during the week. Except when we were staying at Mike and Tara's. 

So we went to see Peter. 

He was embarrassed when he opened the door to us. He had obviously been thinking about what he had done at the weekend. It had been his first time in that sort of scene. He had never before had sex in a group, he had never had anal sex, he had never had sex with another man's girlfriend while the man was watching, and sharing. He had done all those things with Penny, and he was torn about it. He was also clearly aroused by her presence again, and found my presence disturbing. 

But we had a cup of tea and chatted about our circumstances, and he expressed admiration for our devotion to our parents. Then he have us a tour of the flat, and we arranged to meet again on Sunday evening to get keys, once he had a spare set cut. 

"Unless, of course, I might see you before that?" he said cautiously. "Will you be at Michael's this weekend? I could drop by?"

I looked at Penny. She shrugged. I said "Well, perhaps. But we sort of had plans for the weekend..."

He hastily made backing off noises and apologised, so I had to interrupt him "No, please, it isn't that you aren't welcome, it is just that we had arranged to have dinner with Mike and Tara and another couple. A couple who haven't been there before. We thought they might like to join in. But it is easier with even numbers."

Peter nodded and said "Yes. That makes sense. Oh well, another time maybe."

Penny said "Of course. Maybe Sunday afternoon or evening again. After Friday night and all day Saturday I think they will be pretty open to the idea. You could give us call then."

Peter brightened, but sounded unsure. "Well, yes I could do that."

"And if course there is always now." Penny said, smiling. 

"Eh?" said Peter. 

Penny had glanced at me as she said that, and I nodded. So she stepped over to him and ran a hand down from his chest to his crotch, letting it come to rest on the bulge made by his cock. "I said there is always now. Tara isn't here, and I'm sure you would like to have her, but I am here, and if you like you can have me. You want to have me again, don't you?"

Peter stammered. Penny leaned in to bring her lips close to his and whispered "I haven't had an orgasm for two and a half days. Sean and I haven't been able to get together naked since Sunday. Please, say yes."

How could he refuse?

She kissed him soundly when he was only half way through his reply. I saw him look at me with one eye as she pulled herself against him and opened her mouth. I just smiled as I stepped up behind her and reached for the fastener on the waistband of her skirt. Peter closed his eyes and brought his hands beneath her jacket to pull her to him. 

I helped Penny off with her jacket and to step out of her skirt while their embrace continued. She had slipped her hand down the front of his trousers and eased his cock upright inside them, and Peter was working on her blouse buttons as I unclipped her suspender belt. 

I left the stockings in place and carefully slipped her panties down over them, and undid her blouse cuff buttons, helping her slip the sleeves off and then undoing her bra. In the time I had taken to strip Penny she had removed Peter's shirt and undone his trousers, pushing them and his underpants down to his knees, and taking his long, hard cock in her hand to stroke it slowly as she kissed him and he explored her body with his hands. 

I stood up and stepped back, admiring her almost naked form. 

These were the days before the Internet, when porn in the UK was heavily regulated. Very soft core, nude with a bit of bush, was about as strong as it got. There were some 'sex shops' where under the counter copies of American video tapes could be obtained, at a very high price. And sometimes a visitor to the continent smuggled in a pack of hard core playing cards or a copy of Climax or Rodox, but in general hard core porn was very difficult to get. So watching someone else have sex was a rare treat. I now realise that in a way Penny had become my personal porn star. And she did everything that they did in the movies and more.

She slid down Peter's body as she knelt before him and kissed his erect shaft. Her eyes were smiling and locked on his as she pulled off his shoes and trousers, pants and socks, and at the same time kept licking up and down that long stick of flesh. 

He was naked when she finally took his knob end in her mouth and I saw her cheeks pull in as she sucked on him and pushed her face forward to take him deep. 

Then she pulled off him, smiling, and said "Let's take this to the bedroom."

She rose, helped by his willing hands, and led Peter away, walking with a louche, deliberate sway, glancing back at him coyly over her shoulder. I am sure that fired his blood as much as it did for mine.

I knew that look. She was going to get fucked. She knew it. She wanted it. She was looking forward to it. She had a twitch between her legs as she thought of his cock sliding into her, pounding her. This was not lovemaking. It was going to be the pure physical pleasure of having a big, long, thick, hard, relentless cock. She could hardly wait. 

I stood in the doorway as Penny stopped by the bed and turned, putting her arms around Peter's neck again and pressing against his naked body. I could see her nipples were hard as they contacted his hairy chest. She moaned a little, and then said "I heard you telling Tara about how you fantasised about her. Have you been thinking about me in these last few days?"

Peter's voice was thick with desire as he said "Yes."

"What have you been thinking about?"

He almost growled "Everything."

Penny's rich and sexy laugh as she turned and got up onto the bed was also full of unspoken wants. She crawled away from him on hands and knees, bottom high in the air, exposing herself to him. "It this what you have been thinking about?" she said, looking back at him. 

Peter mutely nodded, unable to speak. I was equally silenced by the tension and sheer erotic power of the scene as I stood only five feet away.

Penny turned over in a lithe and wanton way, rolling onto her back and opening her legs. "Or have you been thinking about me like this?" she asked. As Peter simply stared at her she cupped both breasts and squeezed them, and then slid her right hand down her body.

With casual grace she bumped her middle finger over her navel and steered it over the prominent firm mound below, smoothing and parting her dark curls, sliding the tip inside herself. She pulled it back, glistening wet, leaving her pussy lips slightly parted, pink and shiny. 

She looked coyly at Peter as she sucked her finger, and then said "I you want me, I'm all yours."

I would not have been surprised if Peter had simply leapt on her and ravished her. I was sorely tempted. He climbed up onto the bed between her open legs and looked down at her for a second, taking in her pussy, her peaked nipples and her wicked smile. Then he reached down and took her left ankle in his hand and lifted her foot to his face. 

He kissed her sole, making her squirm and giggle, then pressed it down to kiss her instep, and the inside of her ankle. His mouth moved up the stockinged calf and over onto her kneecap, leaving a trail of kisses. 

Penny sighed when his lips finally touched bare skin at the top of her stocking on the inside of her thigh. He kissed a little along it's edge before drawing another line of tiny touches upwards on the softest flesh of her inner thigh. 

Penny was holding her breath when his cheek brushed against her hair, and he kissed the tendon at the join of her leg and body. She blew it out in playful frustration when he suddenly pulled back, not moving to kiss her where she most wanted his mouth to be. 

He started on the other foot. This time he varied things a little, keeping Penny in suspense and surprise, running a finger along the whole length of the back of her leg, making her flex and jump a little. When he reached that sensitive spot where the top of her thigh met the edge of her mons he paused for a second and then carried on up and over it, skirting around the edge of her hairline,kissing her stomach and down the other side to her inner thigh again. 

Penny was wound up with anticipation. She sighed when his nose slid across her mound, ruffling her hair, and she could feel his breath on her pussy. She lifted her legs wider, and I could see his lips were touching the hairs that covered her swollen outer labia, and that they were opened slightly, exposing the pink softness within. 

Time stood still as Penny and I both waited for him to finally kiss her there. We both sighed when his tongue extended and he gently pushed the tip into the furry cleft. 

His first touch was soft but relentless, slowly pushing into her and down the length of her slit, opening her and wetting her, and penetrating her as deeply as he could reach. He paused for a moment with his tongue deep inside her, and then began to devour her. Penny clutched the duvet beneath her with both hands and whimpered as he used his tongue to open her up, lapping at her clit, dipping deep and swirling round. Peter had lain down on his front to free his hands. Not needing to support himself allowed him to caress her and let his fingers roam around her legs and stomach and breasts and her pussy. He ended up with a hand on each breast, squeezing and rolling her nipples as he pressed his mouth firmly against her and flicked her clit with his tongue, making her gasp and buck. 

After a few more moments Penny started to make higher pitched sounds that indicated to me that she was very turned on and could be brought to orgasm shortly, but Peter suddenly changed places. In a swift, smooth move he was up on his hands and knees, and then forward to bring his cock tip against her wet and open slit. I saw Penny's eyes go wide and heard her groan as she was penetrated. 

"Oh, gosh. Oh gosh that's big!" she gasped, and she shuddered as the long thick cock was slowly pressed into her body. 

He fell on her then, full body to body, lips seeking hers as his hips found their own pace. It was fast and the strokes were not too long, and Penny was instantly responsive.

I had heard her orgasm so often, either at my hands or someone else's, that I knew every stage of her arousal by the sounds she made. So I knew just how much she was enjoying Peter, and how good he was at turning her on and raising the heat. He seemed to have a natural affinity for her needs, pushing her on smoothly from level to level, changing his movements as she reached each new plateau. He subtly began stroking deeper or slower, or longer or shallower or faster, driving her breathing and her twitching, meeting the rhythm of her body. He read the rocking of her hips, the thrust of her pelvis as she pressed against him, the pull of her hands on his back or buttocks. He brought her to wild abandon, a sudden release of every animal passion. 

Penny became a writhing, thrashing, clasping, crying mass of quivering flesh. She was beyond rhythm or reason, consumed by the experience. It was a perfect moment of pure carnal pleasure. 

It was beautiful. She was beautiful. 

I had seen her like that a few times. It always left me in awe. Peter had never experienced anything like it. He talked to me about it long afterwards. When she let go and went wild he was shocked at first, and then suddenly liberated. Her abandon gave him freedom. She revelled in the feel of his flesh and the sensations in her own, and he was able to do the same. It sounds selfish, but at the same time it is more deeply intimate and more fully exposes you to your partner than mere nudity or even the most frantic fucking. 

Something changed about the way they both moved. They rubbed and touched and flowed against each other, lips locked and breath shared, hips and arms in synchrony, their bodies together in an undefinable union that was more than just the skin contact. 

She came again, and cried out, and clutched him to her and pumped her hips against him. She came again as he shafted her deeply and bit her nipples and dug his fingers into her back. They rolled over so she was on top and she rode him hard, hands clutched under his shoulders and bottom bouncing fast, body rocking and rubbing her breasts against his chest. She came again, and froze with back arched up as he held her bottom and forced it down on his cock, pumping up inside her rapidly, grunting and gasping and finally calling out as his back arched and he drove his body up, deep inside her, flooding her with his come, feeling her pussy clamp around him as he hugged her to him and took her mouth with his tongue. 

When she rolled off him and lay on the bed I looked between her open legs and saw his come leak from her pussy. She was slick with sweat, her hair plastered to her forehead and cheeks, her face and neck and breasts flicked with blood, her leg twitching with aftershocks. 

When Peter's hand landed on her stomach and his finger reached down to slide along her pussy lips and dip between them, Penny reached down to hold him still, and sighed "Not yet. Just hold it."

On the way over to his flat Penny and I had discussed what might happen. I knew he would want to have her again. So we had agreed she would seduce him and play with him and make him come, and that I would wait until after, rather than sharing her. As long as I got to watch. Now I wanted to release the tension that seeing them fuck had built up in me. But Penny was clearly quite exhausted. 

I knew she would get her breath back and be roaring and randy in half an hour, but I didn't want to wait. I hesitated. I could walk around the bed and pull her head over to the edge and just drop my trousers and put my painfully hard cock in her mouth. If I just wanked between her lips and maybe pushed it in to fuck her throat a few times I would surely come in a minute or two. Or I could just fuck her. Drop my pants and put my cock in her come filled pussy and fuck her until I came. She would lie there and take it, and call me Master and beg me to come in her if I told her to. 

But neither of those scenarios would be as good as if I let her recover and gave her the opportunity to do her best to please me. Her body freely given and thoughtfully engaged was so much better than this limp doll that would willingly let itself be fucked, but unable to add to the pleasure. 

So I went to the kitchen and made tea. 

By the time I got back with a tray and three mugs, Peter was beneath the covers, half asleep and looking embarrassed. Penny, by the sounds coming from the adjoining bathroom, was in the shower. 

"Oh, thanks, Sean," said Peter as I offered him the tray. 

"No problem. Thank you." I said as I sat on the end of the bed.

"What for?" said Peter, warily. 

"Giving Penny such a good time. And letting us have this flat, which I assure you will mean that I get to give Penny a very good time, very often."

Peter blushed. I went on "You may fill your fantasies with whatever images you like you know. I am fairly sure that they will all be enacted. You do realise that? If we stay here we will have sex in every room, on every floor or bed or seat or table. Penny will roam around naked, or clothed in everything from lingerie to chains. I will tie her down to this bed and take her in every orifice, with Tara and Mike as well. And probably others. This flat will be the scene of orgiastic revels not witnessed since the fall of Rome. At least, so Penny hopes."

Peter laughed. "She is quite something isn't she?"

"You wouldn't believe it."

Penny reappeared, naked, drying her hair with a towel. "What wouldn't he believe?" she asked.

"Just how sexy, liberated, adventurous and amazing you can be." I said, and as I said it I realised I meant every word. 

"Why thank you, darling. But it is all your fault you know." She turned to Peter as she sat on the stool at the dressing table to brush her hair and said "Before Sean showed me the way I was so inhibited and wound up. I never really looked at my body, I never touched it. I never thought about it. I didn't know anything about sex, or about what a man's body looks or feels like, or how to make a man feel good. And then Sean showed me. He was so kind and gentle and never pushed me or rushed me, I was never scared or felt I had been made to do anything I didn't want. It's hard to believe sometimes."

I laughed "Ah yes, she was so innocent before I corrupted her."

Penny shook her head. "No. Ignorant. Fearful. And I am not corrupt now. What we do does not harm anyone."

She put the brush aside and sipped her tea. She caught the look I was giving her, and smiled. "What?" she asked. 

I laughed and glanced at Peter. "She's right. She is still innocent." I looked back to Penny, who was puzzled. "You are just so beautiful, and sexy, elegant and desirable, and you sit there naked, gorgeous and wonderful and don't know it. You have no idea what it does to us," I gestured to take in Peter, "to see you sit there like that."

She glanced at Peter, who grinned and nodded. She smiled. Then she stood with a graceful unfolding of her lithe form and stepped over to me she bent to kiss me and then said in a soft, rich, tone "I'm glad you think so."

She was still turned on. Her lips had that warm springy softness. Her breath was sweet, her hands were insistent, her breasts were velvet and nipples firm beneath my fingers. 




Bad Penny Ch. 08



I forgot all about Peter as she stripped me and kissed me and angled her body to let me touch her all over. I forgot all about the flat we were in and the promise of future nights here together when she took my cock in her mouth and swirled her tongue about it. I forgot everything, past and future and present, except for the feel of her body against me when she slid her thigh past my waist and lowered herself onto my cock, taking me all the way inside her, brushing her breasts against my face and then my chest as she moved down. 

She sat on me and moved with fluid slowness, squeezing me with her internal muscles, whispering in my ear. 

"You made me a woman, Sean. You were the first to have me, the first to see me, the first to touch me, the first I tasted, the first to fill me, the first to taste me, the first to make me come, the first to suck my nipples and the first to come in my mouth, my pussy, my ass. You are my first, my one, my Master, Sean. Please come for me, come in me please let me taste your come. I can taste it in my mouth when you come in my pussy you know. I love that taste. I love the feeling of your cock in me when you come. I love the feeling of your come in me. Oh gosh, you lovely man, oh yes, oh come in me please, that's it, come in me, Master, make me yours again, come in my pussy Master, come in your Slave, oh Master, may I come now? Oh Master I'm coming!"

I joined her. I came in her and ravaged her body as she bounced on mine. Her orgasm had left her enervated and limp. Mine was longer and more intense than usual but my body wanted to keep going, to carry on and come again. 

I rolled her onto her back and let my hips do what they had to. As it turned out they had to pound her into the bed. I found myself in a dreamlike state, cock rapidly plunging in and out of her body as she pulled her legs up and used her hands to pull me into her, gripping my back and urging me on. It wasn't quite the frenzy that she had reached before, but by the end, when I came again, I was as sweat soaked and exhausted as she had been. 

I collapsed half on her, groaning and panting. She shifted beneath me and moaned, "Oh gosh, oh my hips. Please, I have to move."

I lifted myself and she closed her legs, my cock tip still just in her pussy so her soft thighs closed around the end of my shaft. It was really rather nice. 

Then I heard Peter say "Would you like a drink of water?"

Penny giggled and said "Yes, please."

We ended up ordering pizza in and Penny and Peter drank red wine (I was driving, so I stuck to ginger beer) and we all chatted. Peter told us about his wife, who had died ten years before. Cancer. Not good, but relatively quick. He still wore the wedding ring. As he talked about her Penny squeezed my hand. I found myself unexpectedly caught by several emotions.

I imagined bring married to Penny, her dying, and how I would feel. But I also felt the absurdity of the idea of being married to her. I was filled with the certainty that I had in my heart that she would someday leave me, and that I would find some other woman to love. So while the idea of Penny dying was very sad, it was overlain with the the other certainty that I knew I would marry one day, and be in love with my wife, and suddenly the thought of her dying, that unknown woman of my future, was painful. 

It turned out that Peter had not had sex with anyone since. Penny nearly exploded at the idea. "Ten years? Really?"

Her tone was so incredulous that Peter laughed. "Well, nearly twelve. She was ill for eighteen months." His face reflected his emotional conflict, not sure whether to laugh or cry. 

"TWELVE!" Penny cried, and then "My goodness Peter, that's awful. And you are so good at it!"

This time Peter did laugh. "I am flattered. Thank you."

Penny squeezed his hand too. "Don't be silly now, I mean it. It isn't just the size that matters, and you know that you are more than well endowed, it is what you do with it. I had an orgasm this evening that was up there with my top three. What you did to me tonight was... well, it wasn't like making love with Sean, but it was ... well, let's say you could give Mike lessons."

Peter laughed again. 

When we left Penny kissed him goodnight. It was a sweet little kiss on the lips. I saw his eyes well up as she turned away. 

Sometimes we do know what we have before it is gone. But only when other people point it out. And even then we forget. 

I saw Penny only briefly at lunchtime on Thursday and only caught up with her on Friday when I arrived at Mike and Tara's at six pm sharp, as instructed. 

Mike had been in the kitchen all afternoon, and the waft of biscuit scent that greeted me at the door made my mouth water. Penny was wearing a cocktail dress. Just about knee length, green, slightly shiny, flared with a flash of petticoat when she turned. It had thin straps on her shoulders and was not very low cut, but I reckoned the strapless bra she must be wearing had to have some advanced physics in the under-wiring design. 

Tara was similarly attired, although her dress was halter necked and had a large tear drop cut out to display the round fullness of her cleavage. I would swear that her breasts were bigger than ever. 

I was, as commanded, in my best jacket and tie. I hate wearing ties. But once in while it can be fun. Apart from anything else, I had thought as I put it on, there are other things a boy could use a tie for, later.

Tim and Veronica (Ronnie to her friends) arrived at 7.00. I had spent the hour polishing glasses and cutlery, folding linen and setting out serving dishes with Penny in the dining room. 

Introductions were made, generous gin and tonics served, and chatter was convivial. At dinner I sat at Tara's end of the table between her and Ronnie, opposite Tim, who had Penny on his other side, so Mike, at the end, had a girl on each hand. 

I was glad that the new couple got in well with Mike and Tara. Indeed Tim was getting on very well with Tara, who flirted with him in a way that was just the right side of blatant without being totally outrageous. Penny was less overt, but I spotted him looking down her dress a few times and she did nothing to make that difficult. 

Ronnie seemed to like Mike well enough, although she seemed more inclined to me, and as the excellent food and copious wine worked their magic, she edged her knee against mine and held it there. I knew it was not unconscious, as I raised an eyebrow when she raised her knee and rubbed it against me a little. She gave the merest flick of a raised eyebrow back, and her eyes sparkled, then she turned to talk to Mike while keeping her leg against me. 

It was fun to casually drop my hand below the table and brush my fingers over her nylon sheathed kneecap, and turn to Tim to ask him something trivial. It was funny also to catch Penny's eye, and to realise that her left hand was also beneath the table, undoubtedly on Tim's knee. 

I almost laughed when I looked around at Tara and saw her right arm was disappearing beneath the long white linen cloth. Tim was getting quietly molested from both sides. 

Dessert was accompanied by Muscat. It involved home made ice-cream and brandy snap curls. Which Ronnie made a display of sucking the cream from, to encouraging laughs from the girls. Tara then did the same, with extra licking, and even more laughter. Penny's version pushed the boundaries from suggestive to erotic, and Ronnie said "Ooh, Sean, you lucky guy!"

I shrugged and looked smug, and Tim almost choked, but Mike said "Well, that was very impressive of Penny, but it is a bit unfair. You weren't really trying, were you Veronica?"

"Hmm. Good point," she said, and thrust her bowl at him. "I'll need more ice cream and two brandy snaps."

What followed was plain pornographic. 

Tara whooped. Tim blushed. Penny drew a deep breath and said "I have to try that."

Mike smiled at her and said "You can use my brandy snap if you like."

Penny said "But I would need two. How about you Tim, would you let me play with yours?"

Veronica laughed at Tim's blushing face, and said "Oh, yes, I'm sure he would, Penny."

Tim blustered and said "Now Ronnie, don't be silly." 

Veronica gave him a knowing look and said "Timmy, if Penny wants to play with your brandy snap I don't mind at all, as long as I get to play with Sean's. Deal?"

Tim gulped. He glanced at me, and at Penny, and then at Tara and finally Mike, before looking back at Veronica. All he could say was "Umm."

Tara took control. She stood and stepped over beside Tim, her attractive cleavage at his eye level as she stroked the back of his neck and looked down at his blushing face. "Now Timmy, don't be silly. Penny and I want to play with you. And Veronica has already told us it is fine with her. So how about we move onto the next course?"

She kissed him. Full on the lips, with enough force and heat that he knew she was serious. When she raised her head to let him looked stunned and grab a breath, Penny leaned in to take her place. Her hand was clearly under the table and on his leg, if not his cock, as she gave him a long, deep kiss. 

Veronica was watching this with an amused smile. I was sitting back, sipping my coffee. Mike looked at me, and gave a sidelong glance at the girls and Tim. I shrugged. "Penny can't really try that thing Ronnie was doing without two brandy snaps to play with. Why don't you lend Tim your support. Ronnie and I can amuse ourselves." I drawled, as Tara pulled off Tim's tie and Penny grabbed Tim's hand and firmly directed it onto her bottom beneath her skirt.

Veronica laughed, and sat back, chair on a level with me. Still watching what was going on across the table she said "They move fast don't they?"

"Surprise and speed. Keeps the prey confused and powerless to resist. Not that I think he would do much resisting even if he had time to think." I smiled at her. "You are okay about this?"

She turned to me and gave me a warm smile, and said "Only if I get a little pampering myself. Can't let Tim have all the fun."

I put my coffee cup down and said "Quite true. Would you like me to pamper you?"

She leaned forward, giving me a very good view down her dress as she said huskily "Repeatedly."

She swivelled sideways on her seat and drew me towards her to kiss. It was a tiny bit hesitant, but she smiled at me when she pulled back. It was nice. Different. Hard to describe how, but not like kissing Penny, or Tara. 

"Are you sure Tim will be okay about this? It will change things between us you you know?" I asked. 

She looked thoughtful for a second, and then said "I love him. He loves me. I fancy you. Really. And he fancies Penny. So he gets her and I have a go with you and we all get it out of our system, and we all stay friends. Okay?"

"Sounds good to me," I said and drew her to another kiss. 

She moved into my lap after a few seconds, and I realised as my hand rested on her thigh outside her dress, that I could feel the catches of her suspenders beneath the material. Of course I was used to Penny wearing stockings, but finding out that Veronica had them on was somehow much more thrilling. 

Our kissing was interrupted when Tim made a loud noise of surprised pleasure. It was a strange sound, part laugh, part gasp, part embarrassed protest and part sigh. Veronica looked round to see what was happening and I leaned a little over to see as well. Tara had undone her halter neck top and folded down the front of her dress, and pushed down the cups of her bra, so her breasts were supported and her dark red nipples stood straight out. One was glistening wet. Tim had obviously been sucking it. Equally obviously that wasn't what made him cry out. From the fact that all I could see of Penny behind the table was the top of her head, and it was bobbing up and down over where Tim's crotch must be, I could guess that it was something she had done. 

Veronica was grinning as she turned back to me. "Quick worker, isn't she?"

"Well, she's been deprived. It has been almost three days since she last sucked a cock." I grinned back.

Veronica squirmed a little against me, pressing my erect cock inside my trousers against her thigh. "Oh you poor thing. I'm in even worse way though. I haven't had sex since Sunday."

"Good grief, woman, I must do something about that immediately!" I said, and pulled her back to kiss me again. This time I moved my hand down to her knee and she parted her legs a little, inviting me to explore further up.

It was an invitation I couldn't refuse. Her slick stockings gave way to smooth flesh, and then to silky French knickers. I could feel the lace and embroidery that covered her mons and pussy, and through it the springy bush and firmer flesh of her outer lips. She moaned and wriggled as my fingertip pushed against the spot where I reckoned her clitoris would be. 

Of course the advantage of French knickers over thongs is that they are loose around the leg, and easy to slip a finger or two, or a whole hand, up inside. The gusset can be pushed aside, and the sweet wet slipperiness of the girl's sex can be explored without having to remove any clothing. 

I enjoyed the next ten minutes or so as I gently explored her body and brought her close to orgasm. My minds eye tried to envisage what I was feeling. Her bush was luxuriant over her mons, which was prominent but narrow. Her outer lips were also pronounced but tall and firm rather than broad and fleshy like Penny, and seemed much more sparsely haired. Inside seemed delicate and tiny, and her inner passage was able to grip my two fingers strongly. 

I wondered what colour her hair was. On her head it was sandy blonde, her eyebrows were a little darker. I wondered what colour her pussy lips would be, and her nipples. Tara's (until she became pregnant) had been palest pink against her white and freckled skin. Penny's were brown, with purple tinged to the inner lips of her pussy, and her skin was honey coloured everywhere else. Veronica was not so pale as Tara, but definitely had no Latin inheritance. 

I found out about her nipples as she was starting to pant towards her climax. She had been kissing me strongly, with her hands clamped on the back of my head and neck, when she suddenly released her grip and reached behind her to undo the zip and catch on the back of her dress. I helped, and pulled the zip all the way down. She pulled at the front of the stiffened bodice and flipped it forward, baring her breasts. I got a momentary chance to look at them, admiring their wide, crinkled, dark pink nipples, before she grabbed my head and pulled my mouth to one, urging me to suck it as I rubbed her clitoris and pulsed my fingers against her G-spot. 

She made a noise that was guttural and animal, and almost fell off my knee as she jerked against my hand. I held on and kept sucking and rubbing and she crushed my head in her hands and bit the back of my neck. 

When she relaxed a little I brought my head up to look at her. I love to see a woman's face as she comes, and afterwards when her eyes clear and she comes back. Veronica was flushed and glassy eyed, and then suddenly aware and feral. She kissed me strongly and began to claw at my shirt. 

As she pulled at my buttons and wriggled around to pull my shirt out of my trousers she kissed my neck and throat, and said fiercely "I want you naked, now."

I wasn't going to argue but I heard a soft laugh from behind me and then Tara's voice saying "Sounds like a good plan, Veronica. We were all thinking of going somewhere more comfortable, would you like to join us?"

Veronica looked round, aware of the others again. Tim was standing in the doorway, naked from the waist down, shirt unbuttoned. Penny was in stockings, suspenders and high heels, kneeling at his feet and gently sucking his cock. Mike had left the room. 

Veronica was hesitant, so I said "Good idea," and lifted her to her feet, one hand on her bare back and the other still curled around her most intimate parts. I reluctantly withdrew my hand from inside her underwear, and followed her around the table to the door. 

Penny stood up as we approached and stepped out the door, pulling Tim along by the cock. He gave us a lazy grin and a shrug as he followed her lead up the stairs. Veronica was behind him, and slapped his bare bottom for fun. He looked round and she said "Having fun, Timmy?"

"Oh, yes, Ronnie love. You?"

Veronica just laughed and said "I'm being looked after." But as she said it she suddenly froze on the stairs and her voice trailed off. Then she whispered "Jesus Christ almighty."

Mike was standing naked at the door the bedroom. He had an erection. 

Tara laughed from behind me "No, it's not the son of God, although he does manage a second coming fairly frequently."

Veronica was simply staring. So was Tim. He whispered "Fuck me!"

That broke Veronica's reverie and this time she giggled, and said "You might want to rephrase that Timmy darling."

She gave him a push, as Penny lead him on and Mike turned to go into the bedroom, but she turned her head to me and said "I thought Penny was exaggerating!" before stepping after him. 

I was surprised when I got to the bedroom. It was a new bed. 

The old one had been huge, a bigger than king size, but this one was enormous. I later learned that Mike's parents had seen it in a shop in England, imported from the USA, and had it sent over. 

With his trademark grin, Mike was lying on the far side of the bed, and Penny had climbed up onto the bed on all fours and was approaching him, with obvious intent. Tim was watching her naked bottom as it swayed away from him, and I'm fairly sure I knew what he was thinking, but he was hesitant about doing what he wanted to do. Veronica sidled up behind him and whispered in his ear. I just caught the words "Go on, screw her if you want to." 

Tim glanced round at Ronnie, and caught my eye. I just nodded and smiled and said "Be my guest." At the same time I had a hand on Veronica's naked shoulder, and stepped closer to her, allowing my fingers to drift down her arm and into her breasts. "I'll play with Ronnie, okay?"

He smiled at us both and turned back to see Penny going down on Mike, with her bottom raised and her knees apart, pointed right at Tim. 

I didn't see him climb on the bed behind Penny and mount her. Veronica distracted me. I didn't notice Tara squeeze past us and go to stand over Penny so that Tim was faced by her breasts as he pulled back on Penny's hips and pushed deep inside her. 

Instead I was entirely concentrating on the way that Ronnie kissed me and opened my fly and put her hand in my underpants and stroked me. 

I helped her step out of her dress and slipped my hand down the front of her undies, and we kissed and mutually wanked each other. Then she knelt and I felt her hot mouth on my cock and her agile tongue slip around my glans. I groaned. 

She removed my trousers and socks and shoes and underpants, I pulled off my shirt and tie, and all the while she sucked and licked and stroked, and smiled. Then I pulled her up from her knees and pushed her back on the bed, and lifted her ankles and plunged my face into the furry patch in front of me, opening her up with my tongue, tasting her, smelling her, feeling her soft skin on my cheeks. 

She was delicious, and her hair was surprisingly soft. It was only a shade darker than her head, a golden brown. The folds of her slit were not as complex as Penny's, and deeper pink than Tara's. I could have lapped at that font for ever, worshipping her sweetness. But she wanted more. 

As she lay on the bed her head was beside Penny's knee, and she had a fine view of Tim's cock entering my girlfriend's pussy. She could also see Tim's hand moving up between Tara's open legs, frigging her as he sucked her nipples. I noticed that she put a hand up between Penny's legs, and wondered if she was going to play with her clit. I had no idea if Ronnie had touched another woman before. The notion was subtly thrilling. I couldn't see however, so maybe she was just touching Tim. It didn't matter, because when I put my lips on her clit and hummed she shrieked and brought both hands to grab my head.




Bad Penny Ch. 08



I held on to her bottom and pushed down with my head as she writhed and wailed, but when she pulled my hair I had to move. Her grip was fierce, and she dragged my body upwards onto hers, crushing her lips against mine and grabbing my cock to guide it into her body. 

It was a crazy moment, and it was a wild ride. She was muscular and active, a very physical and demanding lover, digging her strong fingers into my back, thrusting her hips against me hard, and biting my shoulder as she came again. Her pussy, which had been hot and slick, clamped down on me and her eyes glazed. Her body had locked up, motionless, gripping me, trying to hold me still. It was a futile effort. My body was exploding with the need to keep moving, to pump deep into her, to take her, possess her, pound her, fill her with cock and come, to ravish and subdue this wild woman. 

I gripped her bottom and gnawed her throat as I slammed my body against her, and she cried out and panted and gasped and I came in her, jerking and groaning and gasping for breath. 

I came back to the world to the sound of applause. Veronica lying beneath me was smiling and blushing, as Mike and Tara and Penny and Tim sat round us on the bed in a semi circle, whooping and cheering and laughing. 

With what breath I had left I laughed, and kissed her, and whispered in her ear "Thank you, that was wonderful."

She whispered back "Thank you, it was my pleasure."

I rolled off her, and Penny bent to kiss me, saying "That was a show stopper, Loverboy." 

It was just a brief peck, and she then leaned across me and surprised Veronica with a kiss on the lips as well, and said "Thank you, Ronnie. I always like watching Sean, but that was great!"

She sat back up quickly, before Veronica could say anything, and simply grabbed Tim and pushed him back, saying "Now it's my turn!"

She rode him. Hard. I had wanted to kiss and talk gently with Ronnie, but Penny's display was eye catching and not to be ignored. Veronica had curled up against me, one leg over me, her head held up on her hand, the other hand playing with my body, stroking my chest and neck and stomach while she watched Penny bouncing on her boyfriend's cock. 

Penny was beautiful, as always. Her breasts bounced, when Tim wasn't groping them, showing off her tightly crinkled brown nipples. The pinkness of Tim's cock was a wonderful contrast to the dark hair and tanned skin of the slit it was sliding into. His cock was wet with her juices, and her neck and face became flushed as her arousal rose. 

Ronnie whispered in my ear "He has been fantasising about doing just that for ages. I saw him eyeing her up last year at the wrap party for 'Inherit the wind.' when I got him back to my place to bed I teased him about it, and it became one of our fantasy things - him getting ridden by Penny."

"Funny you should say that," I said, "I have had the same fantasy about you.". 

She giggled and said "Maybe later." Her hand drifted down to my cock, and she wanked me softly, bringing me up again to half mast. 

Tara interrupted us. She had been snogging Mike, in between watching Penny, and now wanted him to screw her on the bed beside Tim. So she asked us to move over a little, and climbed over us to get closer to Penny. We shuffled sideways, and she lay down beside me, next to Tim. Then Mike needed to climb over, and we shuffle further to make room. 

If course he made sure that as he stepped over us Veronica got a good view of his large, swinging dick.

She made a noise that conveyed awe, and maybe a little fear as well as lust. I whispered "And is riding that one of your fantasies?"

She gulped. "I'm really not sure about that."

"Tara and Penny both like it. And Tara doesn't mind sharing."

Tara raised her head. She was just getting Mike in position between her legs, slowly wanking him to get him hard enough to enter her, but she looked round and said "I heard my name, Sean. What where you saying?"

"I was saying that you don't mind sharing. Ronnie here is somewhat in awe of that thing in your hand. I suggested she could help you play with it."

Tara looked at Veronica and grinned. "Of course darling. Come over here and give me a hand. Or give Mike a hand. He would love that."

Mike turned towards us, pointing his cock at Ronnie, and Tara reached out to take her hand and guide it onto him. Veronica was caught in the moment, disbelieving, looking like she was dreaming. Her hand closed gently on Mike's shaft and she gave a little stroke, pulling his foreskin back to reveal the bright pink pointy glans. She went even wider eyed, and said "Oh my..."

Tara made me move out of the way, helping Veronica climb over me to get better access to Mike. As I moved in behind Veronica to spoon her and bring my hand around to cup her breast, Tara slid down between Mike's legs so her mouth was near enough to let her suck his tip. Veronica sighed and said "Oh my..." again as she wanked Mike's cock into his girlfriend's mouth. 

When Tara slid further down to lick Mike's shaft, and then his balls, I whispered in Veronica's ear "Suck him."

She hesitated, and I said "Go on, he wants you to."

She pulled his cock to her lips and bobbed her head down, taking a couple of inches in. Mike's groan encouraged her, and she began to work on him with enthusiasm. 

It wasn't long before she had to move into her knees to get a better angle, and I was able to tuck behind her and rub my cock along her slit again. The sight of her sucking Mike's cock, with Penny riding Tim behind her, and Tara frigging herself as she licked Mike's shaft and balls, was enough to bring me to hardness again. So I slipped inside her and admired the curve of her ass and the tightness of her pussy, even though she was slick with my come. 

Mike took her head in his hands and moved to face her straight on. He pushed his long cock further into Ronnie's mouth, and I pushed forward with my cock in her pussy at the same time. Spitroast. She jerked, and backed off, unable to take Mike that deep. He didn't press it, letting her find her comfortable zone.

Tara had to move as well, no longer able to access Mike's shaft from that position. She wriggled in underneath Veronica and, much to Ronnie's surprise, began to suck and play with her tits. It was even more of a surprise when Tara wriggled further down and licked my shaft as it entered and left Veronica's pussy, cleaning the come and pussy juice from it, and flicking her tongue on Ronnie's clitoris. 

After a while I pulled out, letting Tara plunge her face deep into the girl above her. Veronica gasped and pulled back, looking down to see Tara's near naked body below her, and fully realise that it was a girl who was eating her out.

"What is she doing?" Veronica panted, but did not pull away from Tara's face. 

"Licking Sean's come out of your cunt. Isn't she good at it?" said Mike 

"But..." 

"Don't worry, she loves doing that. And I was really enjoying what you were doing..."

I'm not sure if she opened her mouth to protest or to take Mike's cock again, but he obviously assumed the latter and pushed forwards, stifling any further conversation. 

I reckoned I could leave her to the tender mercies of our hosts, and quickly slipped out of the room to use the loo. 

When I got back Tim was on top of Penny, and Mike was on Veronica. Both girls were on their backs with their legs wide, and hands on the bottoms of the men who were fucking them in unison. 

Tara was sitting at the head of the bed between them, idly twirling a finger on her clit and rubbing a nipple as she watched. 

I lounged in the doorway. Mike was relentless. He was controlling the depth of his strokes, careful not to hurt Veronica, and paying attention to her breathing, matching his speed to her rising tension. Tim was less controlled. He was following the demands of his own body, and thoroughly enjoying Penny's. She was urging him on. I could hear her monologue as she talked him up. 

Tara smiled at me and nodded at Penny. I shrugged and smiled back. I knew what she was thinking. Six months before Penny would have blushed to hear most of the words she was now using, and would never have thought of saying them aloud. Now she was telling Tim to fuck her, to pump his great cock in her cunt, to come in her, let her feel his come squirt up hot in her pussy, to shag her harder. She told him how she had fantasised about him doing that, about sucking him off, that she loved his cock in her mouth and how he sucked her tits and when he fucked her from behind, and how good he was to ride. She wanted him to come in her mouth, and in her cunt. She wanted to be fucked hard, harder, fucked all night, fucked full of his cock and his come. 

She got her wish. 

She grabbed him and kissed him after he had come in her, wrapping her legs around him and telling him he was wonderful. I smiled, knowing how good that felt. Perhaps I was a little jealous, but not much. 

Tim was slow to recover his senses and slid off Penny, lying on his side and panting. I saw the look on his face as he focussed at last on Veronica. He was staring blankly across Penny's erect and very attractive nipples when he realised that the grunting, gasping sweating girl that Mike was driving to a third orgasm, and was now fucking with hard fast strokes, was actually his girlfriend. 

He looked at her astonished. It was the first time he had seen her fucking someone else. The first time he had seen another man shaft her, seen her lying with her legs open and a cock pounding into her as she flexed and drove her hips up to meet it with welcoming desire. He was seeing her in full lustful action.

I remembered what it was like for me to see Penny like that for the first time. Awe, shock, desire, lust, arousal, jealousy. 

It was all on his face. Moments before he had been fucking my girlfriend and had been full of pride and triumph and dominance and joy. Suddenly he was confronted with the realisation that another man was doing the same to his partner. That she was very clearly enjoying it was no comfort.

Tara spotted it too. She moved quickly. Tim suddenly found her face a few inches above his own, and she smiled at him as she said, "Have you got your breath back?"

Tim looked confused for a second but said "Yes."

"Oh good. Would you like to fuck me now?"

The question was so unexpected, especially given the bland way in which Tara asked it, that Tim said "What!"

"Well, I watched while you fucked Penny, and she seemed to have a good time. Didn't you darling?" Tara said, and dipped her lips to kiss and briefly suck one of Penny's nipples. 

Tim looked surprised by that act of casual sexual intimacy. Tara saw that and said "Or if you haven't recovered yet you could just watch while Penny licks me out. In fact I could sixty-nine her and get a taste of your come from her pretty little honey pot."

The distraction was working. The fact that Penny was now gently wanking him also helped. She giggled and snuggled against him, saying "That would be nice, but if you want to screw Tara instead I wouldn't mind. Or you could even have her from behind while she licks me out, if you would like to watch her do that. Sean always likes that."

The sound of Mike reaching orgasm, grunting and thrusting deep into Veronica, who herself made some fairly loud gasps and strange strangled noises, briefly caught Tim's attention again, but he was quickly distracted by Penny kissing him and Tara snuggling up to him and moving to kiss both him and Penny at the same time. 

The girl's ignored the winding down noises as Mike grinned and pulled out of Veronica, and she whimpered and clung to him and tried to drag him back inside her. Instead Penny slipped down to suck Tim's cock, and Tara's tongue found Tim's as she guided his hands to her breasts. 

I was off to one side, leaning back against the foot board of the bed, getting a good view of Penny taking all of Tim's shaft in her mouth and her cheeks hollowing in as she sucked him in a series of short pulses. Her finger twirled the hair on his balls as she caught my eye and I saw the amusement sparkle in hers. From then on she was performing for me, showing me how she could suck my cock, what skills and tricks and tips she had learned. She gave a mistress-class in fellatio. 

I laughed at one point, when she pulled him upright and measured the length of him with her finger and thumb like callipers. Then she put her thumb tip on her lip and showed me where her finger reached to, just below her ear. She grinned at me, and then swallowed him whole, still pointing at the spot to which he would reach. It was impressive. Although I realised that my cock would go deeper, and as for Mike's extra couple of inches... 

Tara was sitting on Tim's face. He wasn't objecting. Though he went pretty wild when Penny turned her tongue to his balls. I don't think he had been licked like that before. It was enough to rouse Veronica, who had been half asleep on Mike's chest. 

Tim was bucking his hips in the air, while Penny wanked his cock and licked his balls, and Tara tried to keep position on his mouth. He had been playing with her tits, but now was gripping the bed with both hands. I reckoned he would come in about thirty seconds. Veronica reached out to take his hand and gripped it as he made muffled groaning noises. Penny was just quick enough to catch the second spurt of come in her mouth as he jerked upwards again. She sucked him hard, bringing her head over him as he continued to thrust up into her face. Then as he went rigid she pressed down to take him deep again, sucking the base of his cock as the head was back in her throat. 

When Penny released him his cock was still hard, but she had to move to let Tara climb off him. Tim lay like a dead man for a moment, albeit a smiling one. Then Veronica snuggled over to him and kissed him and he opened her eyes as she said "Hiya Timmy. Did you have a nice time?"

"Oh yes," he answered. "You?"

"Very," she said as her hand found his erection and she started to wank him slowly. She kissed him again. It occurred to me that Tim's lips and face were covered in Tara's pussy juice. The idea of Veronica tasting Tara made my cock twitch. And her pussy was just a foot away. I couldn't resist. 

Tara was now french kissing Penny, sharing the taste of Tim's come, and the two were playing with each other's pussies. Mike was simply watching the various kissing couples, so he was the only one who noticed as I moved between Veronica's feet. As she kissed her boyfriend and played with his cock I slipped my knees between hers and pulled her buttocks apart with both hands. She didn't tense as my cock slid into her slippery, come-filled depths, balls meeting fur and stomach against her round ass cheeks. I had to let out a groan as I felt her clench around my cock, and that caught the attention of the others. Mike grinned at me. So did Tara and Penny, as I fucked Ronnie slowly and she snogged Tim. 

Penny and Tara stopped kissing and Tara went to play with Mike. Penny came over to me. She knelt beside me and I felt her hard nipple brush my arm as I rested my hand on Veronica's hip. Penny whispered in my ear "She looks very pretty on your cock. She looks pretty sucking it too. And her skin is nice. Hmm her tits are soft and warm too. And you have her nipples all hard. I bet her pussy is soft. Yes. Soft hairy pussy. And hard cock all wet and slippy going in. Oh but there is a little hard bud here among the soft bits."

I felt Ronnie's pussy clench again as Penny rubbed her clitoris. Penny went on "I can see her bum hole too. Would you like me to get the gel and see if I can get a finger in?"

I whispered back, as quietly as I could, although my voice was tight as Veronica's pussy on my shaft, "Remember what we agrees with Tara, no anal and no slave play unless they start it. Don't scare them off."

Penny shrugged and said "Okay, but I don't think you could scare her anyway."

Just then Veronica moved. She pulled forward, off my cock and shifted over to swing her leg across Tim. I was a little surprised, but all I could do was watch as she sat on his cock and rocked back and forward, deeply kissing her boyfriend. It was the close, passionate embrace of lovers entwined and in tune. Penny grasped my suddenly bare cock as we watched them, and saw Veronica start to step up the pace as she rode her boyfriend's shaft. 

"Fair enough." I shrugged, and Penny laughed and dipped her head to suck my cock for a second. I rested my hand on her head and rocked my hips to fill her mouth. My flesh was soaked in Veronica's scent and Mike's come, and she eagerly sucked and licked me. But only for a moment. She was suddenly turned on again, and in a swift move she rose and grabbed me and rolled back onto the bed beside Tim, taking me with her, on top of her, between her legs, inside her, instantly wrapped in her and falling into her warmth. 

We made love then, beside Tim and Veronica, with Mike and Tara on the far side, all the original couples together and immersed only in their own three worlds of two becoming one. 

After I came, and she had come before me, and I lay beside her with Veronica's back against mine and the sound of Tara gasping towards another orgasm, I stroked Penny's face and whispered to her that I loved her. And she had tears in the sides of her eyes, and hugged me tight, and said "Thank you."

My lips were almost bruised by her kisses. I never really understood what that was all about.

We were interrupted by Tara. She got out of bed, saying "Okay, you lot, Mike is going for some drinks and snacks, I need a shower, and so does everyone else. Bags I Tim to scrub my back."

She hauled at Tim's hand, and he only half resisted. Penny piped up with "I'll help Mike, and I'll put him through the shower too. Ronnie, would you help Sean scrub after Tim and Tara are finished? Thanks."

In seconds they were gone, leaving me and Veronica naked on the bed. 

It was actually a bit embarrassing. Despite what we had just been doing in heated passion, now that the alcohol and sexual tension had worn off it was awkward to be just sitting there naked. We looked at each other and laughed. 

I asked "Are you okay"

"Yeah." Veronica said, although she pulled a pillow towards her, covering her crotch. "Ah, yeah."

I nodded, and put my hand out to touch hers. "It is a bit weird isn't it? I mean,we've been friends so long, and I have fancied you for, well, ever since we met, and now we have done it, and here we are, naked, and well, what do we do now?"

"Still friends though?" she asked, shyly. 

"Of course."

"Still fancy me?"

"Of course!" I said again. 

She looked at me, still shy, and said "I wasn't expecting to do that with Mike. Penny and I had talked about us swapping, maybe. She said we could all do it together in the same room, as couples, and Tara and Mike would be okay about it, and maybe join in. She said you had swapped with them, but I hadn't really thought she meant that Mike would ..."

"Are you okay about it?" I asked. 

"Well, it was fun, and all. I got sort of carried away. And it was good. And Tim was happy enough with Tara. And Penny. But, well, I hardly know him. I only met Mike this evening. He must think... Well that I'm easy."

I laughed, a little, but she gave me a hurt look, so I stopped. "No, Ronnie. I shouldn't have laughed, but I was surprised. Sorry. For starters Mike is, despite all appearances, actually quite a deep thinker about sex. He is a feminist. Or at least an equalitarian. He figures that he enjoys sex, so why shouldn't women? He loves Tara, and lives with her and okay they aren't married because that would be far too conventional, but they might as well be. And Tara just had sex with Tim, who she just met this evening. And Mike doesn't think she's 'easy', even if she is now in the shower with him."




Bad Penny Ch. 08



Veronica looked up at me and said "Yeah, I suppose. But, well, not to be nasty about it, but, you know, she is easy. I mean, she just leapt on Tim."

"Yeah, the poor bugger never stood a chance." I said, shaking my head sadly. It made her smile as I had hoped. "Tara is pretty wild and has a more than healthy sex drive. Especially at the moment. But there isn't a lot of harm in her. She knew you guys were coming here to have sex and swap with us. And yes the plan was to take it all slowly and see how it played out, but, well, it all went faster than we expected. Which is not uncommon around Tara. But she is only like that within safe boundaries. She doesn't just pick up guys in bars, or sleep around with everyone."

"But she does do things with girls too." Veronica looked confused, not sure if her feelings. "I saw her with Penny. And she did that thing to me. And Penny, well, I think Penny sort of felt me up a bit as well. While you were... Which I really wasn't expecting."

"Hmm," I nodded, "I can imagine that would be a bit disconcerting. Penny was pretty freaked out the first time Tara kissed her and, well, played with her. But she realised it was fun, and now she is pretty blasé about it. But she was all worried at first that she was becoming a lesbian, or something. Which given her obvious enjoyment of men, is clearly not the case. I'm sorry if she made you uncomfortable."

"Well, it was, like I said, unexpected."

"Unexpectedly nice though?" I asked. 

Veronica shrugged and said shyly "Well, it wasn't unpleasant. She, and Tara, they were both very gentle."

"And Tara really knows how to lick a girl in all the best places?" 

Veronica blushed. I went on "It's okay you know. To like it. Skin touching skin feels good, whoever is doing the touching. And a friend who can give you pleasure, in a friendly way, is just being friendly."

She snorted "Would you say that if Tim wanted to snog you?"

"Maybe. I don't fancy him but if we were all turned on and in a heap, I might kiss him if he tried to kiss me. And it wouldn't make me gay. Or him. But I think it is a bad comparison. What Tara did to you would be more like if Tim had given me a blow job while I was lucking your pussy."

Veronica half gasped and half laughed at that. "Yeah, like that's likely!"

"Quite. But I'll be honest, if he was any good at it I'm sure I would enjoy it."

She gave me a disbelieving look, and I went on, "Think about it. I would be busy and turned on and enjoying the pleasure of exploring your beautiful, sexy, desirable female body. And at the same time I would be having my cock sucked - would it make a difference if it was Penny or Tara, or you, or Mike or Tim? And I'm sure the same goes for Tim - if he had a girl to play with at his face he wouldn't care who was sucking his cock."

Veronica laughed at that and said "Too true. But I don't think it would work the other way round - he wouldn't be keen on sucking a guy no matter what a girl was doing to him down below."

"Exactly. And by analogy, you aren't keen to kiss another girl down there, but that doesn't mean you can't enjoy it if they do it to you. Although I should point out that you did spend some time kissing Tim after he had spent a lot of time kissing Tara's pussy. The taste of her must have been all over his face."

Veronica looked surprised. She was speechless for a moment. I pressed the advantage. "And I'm sure you have kissed him after he has been going down on you. So you don't object to the taste of pussy, either yours or Tara's. Maybe you will find you like it at source? But no one is forcing you, and if you find anything too much it isn't a problem. I can tell the girls to lay off if you want. If you don't like them touching you then it is okay."

"Well," Veronica hesitated. "I'm not saying that I didn't like it entirely. Just that, well, I was a bit shocked. Especially by Penny. I would never have thought..."

"Yeah. Neither would I, six months ago. But now she has found out how much fun she can have she's gone a bit wild. Which is also fun. But she is just having fun, you know. If she jumps on Tim it isn't to steal him away, or if she strokes you it isn't to seduce you into some lesbian relationship, running off together to buy Doc Martins and dungarees."

She laughed again. "No, I never thought that. Anyway she always dresses so prettily I can't imagine her in stomping boots. She doesn't even wear jeans that often. But it has been a surprise."

"But a pleasant one, yes? You aren't thinking of going home now, or anything?"

"Do you want me to stay?" she asked, and I heard mixed emotions in her voice. Hope was one of them, perhaps a little anxiety. 

I took her hand and looked in her eyes and said "Ronnie, you know I have fancied you for a long time. And what we just did this evening was a dream come true. And it meant a lot to me. Okay, it is all just for fun, and I don't think I could seduce you away from Tim, and I wouldn't want to - he loves you and I am fond of him. He is a good friend, and he is good for you and you love him, so I wouldn't want to confuse that, and whatever reasons you and he had for coming here tonight, I don't think it was anything more than long held curiosity and a bit of healthy lust. So this is meant to be fun. And I would like to have more fun with you. Lots more fun. But if you need to go, then you should. And maybe sometime you would come back and play again, or maybe not; but either way I will remember and treasure this evening. But I would like to remember and treasure tomorrow morning and afternoon and evening as well, if you stay."

I smiled as I said that last sentence, and gave her a hopeful look. She smiled back. 

"How could I resist such a sweet request?" she said. "And anyway Tim would kill me if I tried to drag him home now!"

I held her gaze then and said "What Tim wants isn't important here. It is what you want. Would you like to stay, with me, and play with me this weekend? I can tell the others to back off and it will just be the two of us, or you can mix and make what match you like. It is all up to you. But would you stay with me?"

She leaned in and kissed me, softly. "Yes. But I want to keep an eye on Tim, and I promised him I would let him keep an eye on me, so we had better join the others. But maybe you could let Tara and Penny know I'm not that keen on girls. And maybe Mike? He's nice and all, and well I can't say he wasn't good earlier on, but I don't know him. I mean, if he went to kiss me now I don't think I would want to."

"Okay, I'll pass the word. But I think it is our turn in the bathroom now. I can hear Tara."

While Ronnie went to the loo, and I gave her some privacy, I managed a quick word with Tara, who was as I expected totally okay about things, although I also expected that she would push things when the opportunity arose, as always. 

Our shower was pleasant. I washed her with gentle care, exploring every part of her and relaxing her muscles with warm soap and firm fingers. It was intimate, and occasionally an erogenous zone or two had to be soapily slipped over, but I kept it light. I couldn't help sucking her nipple as she soaped up my hair while I knelt in front of her, but she didn't mind. 

Getting dried afterwards was interrupted by Mike's knock at the door. I ushered Veronica out past Mike and Penny. I was naked, she was wrapped in towels. I told her to go on into the bedroom ahead of me and stopped to give Mike a briefing. He just shrugged and grinned. Penny was a little worried that Veronica had not had a good time but I reassured her, and went on to the bedroom, telling the others to be quick. 

The bed had been partly remade, and a tray of drinks and snacks was on each of the two bedside tables. On the bed was Veronica, Tim and Tara. Veronica was in the centre, with the towels cast off around her, and Tim was licking her pussy. Tara was kneeling beside her, and seemed to be alternating between French kissing Veronica and offering her breasts for Veronica to suck. Which she was eagerly doing. 

It seemed that she was not so adverse to playing with girls after all. 

I just leaned against the doorpost and watched. When Penny and Mike came out of the bathroom we sent Penny onto the bed, on the side opposite Tara, so Veronica could snog her and suck her nipples too, alternating with Tara's. By that time Tim had lifted Veronica's legs straight up and entered her, and was slowly rocking back and forth as he sucked her two big toes at the same time. 

Beside me Mike rumbled "Good to see that. Penny was upset."

I nodded. She was happy now. Especially since Veronica's hands were now between the legs of the girls kneeling on each side of her. Since Penny was closest to us I could just see that Veronica had two fingers up inside my girlfriend, and seems to be quite actively frigging her. 

Definitely not adverse to girls. 

Unsurprisingly Veronica came again, and things wound down after that. Tim lay on top of her and kissed her, and they rocked and groaned a bit, Penny and Tara turned to us and beckoned Mike and me over. We ended up in couples, kissing and caressing, but even Tara was sated. 

Drinks, nibbles, a certain amount of me ribbing Veronica about the girls, some not too chaste girl on girl goodnight kisses, and we all settled down. I was on the outside, spooning Penny who was facing Veronica, with Tim and then Tara and Mike at the far side. 

I was woken by the caress of a a soft hand on my morning stiff cock. It was Penny's. She apologised for waking me, saying it had been too pretty not to touch. I let her know that she never needed to say sorry for that. 

Tim was absent. At the loo, Penny informed me. Ronnie was snoring. So was Mike, but Tara was wide awake and looking at Penny and me with a smile. A wicked smile. 

We slipped out of bed and grabbed dressing gowns and headed for the kitchen. 

While we made breakfast we discussed the forthcoming day. Well, we listened to Tara expound various plots and ideas, and tried to steer her gently away from the more extreme ones. 

She was convinced that she had seen enough of Tim and Veronica to know that both of them were, in her words, "natural slaves." She wanted to introduce a bit of light bondage play, and then ramp it up a bit, with the expectation that by Sunday evening they would "both be in collars and ready to kneel and suck your cock at a word from either of us."

I expressed doubt. Tim might be pliant with a girl who wanted to have sex with him, doing anything and trying anything she wanted, as long as it was fun, but I didn't think he was truly that submissive, and not at all inclined to playing with guys. And Veronica might go along with all sorts of games, and might even enjoy playing Slave Girl, but she would equally enjoy playing Mistress. She would never call anyone Master in her heart. 

I turned to Penny and said "What do you think?"

She smiled with a little naughtiness and said "I think you are right about both of them, Master." She turned to Tara and added, " Sorry, Mistress, but Tim was quite independent and nicely forceful with me, and I have known Veronica a long time. She would play, but it would only be a game, and she wouldn't do anything that she wasn't sure of. But it could be a fun game..."

Tara argued a little more, but gave way. We decided on a plan for the morning, before loading the trays and going upstairs again with coffee and toast and OJ and marmalade. 

The boys were banished, via the shower, for the next few hours. We played pinball and snooker and Mike and I worked on some of his compositions, coming up with a nice riff that fitted in with a chord sequence he was stuck on. Tim wasn't a muso, but he had fun with the MS-20, a pair of headphones and half a dozen patch-leads.

The girls appeared as we were just finishing up, and drew whistles all round. 

Tara was in a pale cream basque and black stockings. Penny was in shiny red basque, all laced up the back, with red stockings. Veronica was in blue, with yellow trim, her stockings were shiny pearl. All had curls and put up hairdo's, and make-up that was flawless and just theatrical enough to say 'burlesque' rather than 'hooker.'

They posed as a trio, Veronica in the middle, the other two first leaning back against her, then swinging round to face her and do interesting things with legs and hands. Tara said "Well, ladies, it looks like the boys approve. But which one gets to play with us first?"

"What's wrong with us all playing, one each?" said Tim. 

"Because only four can play Bridge at a time," said Tara. 

I didn't believe my ears, but they had set up a card table in the living room, and they were quite serious. It turned out that Veronica had been a fierce player at school, Tara played at work at lunchtime, and Penny played with her parents, (and a dummy) so rivalry was natural. 

Since I had played a few times with Penny's folks I knew the rules. So did Mike, (he was also excellent at Five Hundred, which we played three handed with Tara). Tim was the weak link. So cards were drawn for partners, and the games began. At first it was winner stays on and the loosing pair gave way to the others, but of course the girls insisted that the loosing boy had to strip or do forfeits.

I was lucky to draw Veronica who was a very good player, but I suspected that Penny and Tara were helping to ensure that their partners ended up stripped first. Tim and Mike were issued very small thongs and after another loss each they were dumped from playing and had to wait on us as I was left with the three girls at the table. 

All the girls made a fuss of asking Tim for drinks and snacks, or a shoulder rub or to adjust their buckle on their shoe, or to fetch them a lipstick (which they then applied in suggestive ways) or other little services. And when possible they stroked him and touched him, as he passed or as he served another girl. And they all made sure he was given flashes of bosom or thigh. 

Mike got some of the same, of course, but it was Tim who was being trained to enjoy his role as a Boy. It was Tara who first referred to Mike in that way, and then Tim. Soon all of them were using that form of address. Mike called Tara 'Mistress' but not the others. Tim started to use the term for all the girls. 

It was Penny who finally broke. She had Mike rub her neck, saying she was stiff with tension. He kissed it better, and let his hands slip down the front, into the cups of her basque, squeezing and massaging her breasts. The hand ground to a halt as she was distracted, and she dropped her cards on the table. 

"Take over from me Boy," was her order to Tim as she she stood up and stepped away from the table, pressing Mike back onto the sofa and moving to push her crotch into his face. 

We played on as she rode his mouth and pulled her panties aside, as he pulled the cups of her basque down and played with her bare breasts, as she slid down and took his cock in her hand and into her body, as she ground her clitoris against the root of his long hard cock. 

We played on as she rose and fell and grunted and shook her bottom back and forth and made herself come. Then she lay quiet for a moment or three, and climbed off Mike and came back to the table, still glassy eyed and tousled, and asked Tim to fetch her a glass of water.

Tara waited until Mike had his breath back before ordering him to take her seat at the game and dragging Tim off to make him go down on her, then screw her vigorously on the rug beside the card table. 

They were on the opposite side from me, just behind Veronica, which must have been distracting for her, because for the first time we lost the hand. 

Veronica looked me in the eye as the last diamond fell, and I knew we had no chance of making the contract. I also knew it was her faulty lead that had ruined what could have been a perfect hand. And she knew I knew, and she smiled as she said "Oh dear, we lost. That means you will have to strip, Boy."

I rose from the table and walked round to her side, watched by a smiling Mike, and scandalised Penny. I spoke as I approached her. "Well, Veronica for you I would not mind striping, and even perhaps wearing a thong, at least until you realised how silly it looked,. But," I said , pulling her to her feet and putting my arm around her waist, "I am nobody's 'Boy'."

I bent her backward, putting her off balance, and making her gasp. "If you want me to make love to you, all you have to do is say. You didn't have to throw the game to get my clothes off." I said in a low voice. 

She smiled. 

We kissed. 

I let my free hand caress her cheek, neck, bosom, the front of her laced up basque, and dive into her panties. She parted her legs and let me take possession of her wet slit, and her tongue darted between my teeth. 

Penny helped me off with my trousers, and Veronica's pants. I took her standing up, pressed back against the door frame, where Veronica had a good view of her boyfriend fucking Tara over my shoulder. 

Of course it is hard to keep that position going. So we moved to me taking her from behind over the arm of the sofa, and then onto the floor beside the recently orgasmic Tim and Tara who were panting and snuffling as I laid Ronnie on her back and slowly built up speed. I brought her to a gasping and writhing climax, then pressed on to my own. 

She was beautiful that afternoon, caught in a beam of sunshine as she lay beneath me and smiled and pulled on my shoulders, and wrapped her stockinged legs around mine. I had not noticed the freckle on her earlobe before, or the little scar beside her left eyebrow, but somehow seeing both those little flaws was endearing and humanising. I could fall for this girl. Especially when she clamped down hard on my cock as she writhed and screamed and pulled on my hips to drag me deeper into her body. 

When we kissed afterwards it was different. The kisses were slow and long and lingering, and our bodies were closer but relaxed. I stroked her back as she lay beside me, and she slipped her leg between mine, pressing her stomach against my soft cock, her mons on my thigh.

She drew her head back after a very slow, very gentle kiss, and I saw wonder in her eyes. I was about to speak when Penny's head appeared above us and she she said "How ya doin' Loverboy? Kettle is on, fancy a coffee?"

It was probably for the best. It brought us back from the brink. It would have been a long fall. But I would have enjoyed the rush. 

I helped Veronica up, and she went with Tara to the bathroom. I dressed, just trousers and tee shirt, although Mike and Tim stayed in just thongs. 

The girl's went off to change after lunch. They came back in short skirts, blouses and ties and their hair in ponytails or bunches. The stockings and make up gave Tara more of a St Trinian's look than the others. Penny was in knee socks, Veronica was wearing thick grey woolly tights. Surprisingly erotic really. 

Tara put on a blue movie. It was fairly soft, typical UK porn of the period, no close ups, no penetration shots,everything suggested rather than shown. And the acting was awful. But the girls in the film were also dressed as schoolgirls, and there was a certain amount of lesbian stuff, which made Tim give Veronica suggestive looks. 

He was on the far end of the sofa from me, with Ronnie beside him and Penny beside her. Tara and Mike were sprawled on the other sofa, and I had a very good view of his hand in her knickers with her skirt hauled up, and her blouse unbuttoned so he could grope her breasts as well. 

Penny had been gently massaging my cock through my trousers as we watched the film, and I had discovered that beneath her maroon skirt were maroon knickers, a thrilling throwback to our first years together when I sometimes got to play with her after school. 




Bad Penny Ch. 08



But Veronica had not really played with Tim, and even though he had his arm round her she was not really encouraging him. Mind you, he looked a bit shattered. Pale and tired. And gradually he slumped lower on the couch and fell asleep. 

I was a bit distracted at the time. Penny had whispered in my ear "May I suck your cock, Master," which was a request that I could hardly refuse, so she was gently fellating me and had opened her blouse so I could caress her smooth soft breasts and back. Tara was frigging herself in time with the girl on the screen who was being taken from behind by a janitor while her schoolgirl friend was shagging the headmaster, and Mike was now squeezing both her breasts and rolling her nipples around between his thumbs and fingers, pulling them both out like organ stops. So when Veronica slipped Tim's arm off her shoulder and stood up I was quite surprised. 

She pointed to the television and said "I want to do that."

Two girls were in a sixty nine on the screen. 

Penny was still sucking me, and unaware of the film or Veronica's request. I glanced at Tara, but she was now being taken by Mike from behind as she lay on the sofa facing me, and was frigging herself at a speed that spoke of imminent climax. So I gently pulled Penny's head up and said "I want you to do something."

She grinned and said "Oh?"

"Lie on the rug and open your legs for Ronnie."

Penny looked surprised, and then looked round at Veronica who was suddenly less confident. I said softly "She wants to try a sixty nine with a girl. Show her how. And let me see."

Penny rolled off the sofa and stood up in a fluid movement that brought her to her feet about six inches in front of Veronica. She reached out to her friend and touched her cheek, smiling encouragingly. Penny said "You know I think you are beautiful, Ronnie. I would like to make love with you. May I?"

Veronica nodded, biting her lip. Penny leaned in, putting her hand round to the back of Veronica's neck, her other hand going round her waist. From then on Penny was in control, gentle and soft, but leading Veronica on further to explore and fulfil her desires. 

They kissed, and lips parted and tongues touched. Penny caressed the other girl's breasts and back, and bottom, and her movements were mirrored. Penny pulled her own blouse open to make Veronica touch her naked breasts, and pulled her head down to rub a nipple on her lips. Veronica accepted it and sucked on it, and let Penny undo her own buttons, feel her hard nipples and squeeze her large, soft, pale mounds. 

Penny pulled her lover's head back up to kiss her hard for a moment, before going down to bite a nipple, not too firmly, and lick it ostentatiously, letting me see it glisten wetly after her tongue passed over it. Veronica gasped as Penny ran a hand up the inside of her thighs and pressed against her sex as she simultaneously took the other breast in her teeth. 

I was pleased to see that Veronica pulled up the front of her skirt to let Penny get her hand down the inside of the tights. I was pleased also when I saw Veronica reach to lift Penny's skirt, and her hand take hold of the gusset of the maroon knickers. 

They fingered each other and kissed and rubbed against each other for a minute or two before Veronica trembled and her body began to sag. Penny lowered her to the floor, kissing her and fingering her all the way down. 

Penny helped Veronica to her knees and then swivelled her round onto her back, flipping up her skirt and pulling the tights, which had already been pushed down to her knees, all the way off her. 

I loved the look of desire and triumph on Penny's face as she pushed Veronica's knees apart and reached to spread her pussy. Penny's eyes gleamed with delight as she pressed two fingers into the rich wet folds of her friend, and bent to taste her sweet slit. 

Veronica writhed, her blouse fell open, she reached to clutch and squeeze her own breasts as she arched her back and Penny drove her tongue deep and then flicked it over Veronica's clit. 

Despite her pleasure Veronica had not been distracted enough to forget her earlier desire. She pulled at Penny and swivelled around, dragging her on top, pulling her legs apart, raising her lips and tongue to taste the sweetness of Penny's most secret folds, pressing her nose between the soft hairs and into the slippery wetness. 

Fingers and tongues probed deep, and Veronica revelled in Penny's body. I saw Penny pull Veronica's legs up and wide, giving her easier access to the open lips, letting her also see, and quickly lick, the pink ring of her anus below. She did it a couple of times, between long sessions of sucking and fingering the pussy that was so wantonly displayed. 

Both girl's came, and both carried on, rolling onto their sides and then to put Veronica on top. Both were naked, exhausted and smug by the time they ended up face to face, kissing and exchanging compliments. At which point Tim woke up. 

That evening we all went down to The Crown, a Victorian pub with wonderful panelled booths, coloured tiles and grumpy bar staff. We took a small booth and closed the door over, and Penny gave Tim a blow job while Veronica wanked him into her mouth. Tara was more demanding. She sat on Mike's cock, and wore him out, and then rode me. At one point Mike was standing looking over the door into the main area of the bar, chatting with some guy from one of the music shops in town while Tara sucked him clean and bounced on my lap. 

Veronica was a bit blasted, and Tim was well on, by the time we got taxis back to Mike and Tara's. Mike and Penny were merely merry, Tara and I were stone cold sober. She had given up drink for the duration. I had just not felt like drinking. I had a plan. 

As the other boys settled into a steadying whiskey before bed, I sneaked off to join the girls. They were in the bathroom, taking turns showering and drying hair. That is, Penny was drying Veronica's hair, while Tara was in the shower. So I slipped out of my clothes and into the shower cubicle, and then, about thirty seconds later, into her pussy as I pinned her against the wall. 

A gesture to Penny brought her to my side after a quick apology to Ronnie and a very fast strip. I was pleased that Veronica joined us a moment later, as I had hoped. 

I have often written about the joy of sharing showers with girls. I don't think I have mentioned how good it is to share a shower with three girls at once. 

Soapy, slippery, squirmy, slidy, squelchy, warm, wonderful, enveloping flesh, with added giggles and surprises. 

I cannot recommend it enough. 

I don't think anyone apart from Tara came during that encounter. She was simply buzzing with pent up sexual frustration again. Everyone else was sated, but just having fun. Pure sensual pleasure of the flesh. 

We all slept well that night. 

The following morning I was kissed awake by Veronica. The other girls had gone to get breakfast, Tim was in the shower and Mike was snoring. Once I came to, and said thank you, she said "I wanted to say thank you. I have had a great weekend so far, and I wanted you to know that. I already thanked Penny, but I wanted you to know as well, that I've got over my nerves from yesterday."

She kissed me sweetly, and went off to help Tim get scrubbed. 

Breakfast was taken, naked or in bath robes, and a general day of pampering and relaxing was called for. It turned out that Veronica was very good at back rubs, and volunteered to give us all one, although Penny was keen to learn and improve her technique so she shared in the task. Tim and Mike played chess (a game I have ever really worked at) and when we were not being massaged Tara manicured us all, and I was handed a pile of the Sunday papers to look through with instructions to read out the good bits. 

A picnic sort of lunch was consumed, Mike napped, Penny gave me and then Tim and Veronica and Tara a foot rub, and Tara started plucking everyone but Mike's eyebrows. Mike had such fine blonde hair that his were almost invisible, and I got away with a couple of plucks for a rogue or two, but Tim was pinned down by Ronnie while Tara attacked his unibrow and bifurcated him. 

It seemed that all the sexual tension and drive had faded after the previous day of mad bonking. And then the doorbell rang.

It was Mike's uncle, Peter. He was looking well. Tara had been in the kitchen and went to let him in the door, an called up to us to come down. Veronica had grabbed her clothes, and the rest of us followed suit, since we had not said to Tim and Ronnie that Peter was also likely to play. So we trooped down stairs after a few moments delay, and found Peter in the kitchen with a slightly rumpled looking Tara, who was ostentatiously pouring a kettle into a teapot as I entered the room. 

Tara said "I'll just go and change," and scurried off, leaving me to make introductions to Tim and Veronica. 

Tea was drunk around the kitchen table, Penny having grabbed the seat beside Peter, Mike on the other side. There was general chatter, but a palpable tension. 

Peter was aware that the six of us had been swinging. Tim and Veronica didn't know he knew. Peter was hoping to join in, but didn't know if Veronica and Tim would want him to play. Tom and Veronica were embarrassed just being there in the presence of a relatively elderly relative. 

Typically it was Tara who broke the ice. She returned to the kitchen in a wrap-around dress, and lifted a mug of tea from the table as she walked round it saying "So how have you been Peter?"

"Fine. Fine. Busy. Off to London tomorrow, then Hong Kong, so packing and clearing up the flat."

"Tired then?"

"Not really, why? Do I look tired?"

"No, but I wondered if you had been so busy, you might have been thinking about a quiet evening and an early night." Tara said in an offhand way. 

"No, I'm fine. All ready to go, and a bit excited really. But I have no plans for this evening."

"Oh good," said Tara, putting her mug down on the table and stepping over to Peter "Then maybe you could fuck me now and have Penny later."

Veronica gasped. Tim almost sprayed the table with a mouthful of tea. Tara had undone the loose bow that had held her dress together and threw it open and back off her shoulders, revealing her naked body beneath as she took the last step to Peter's side.  

"I'm afraid we have worn out these three boys with too much sex yesterday and Friday night. None of them has been able to get it up all day and I am so horny and frustrated I can't tell you how glad I am you turned up."

She grabbed Peter's head and pulled it to her left breast, forcing his mouth onto her nipple. He obliged by sucking it until she pulled him away and dropped her face to his and kissed him hard. His hands were already on her bottom and her other breast, and I saw him pull her toward him and push his fingers into the cleft between her cheeks, seeking her pussy. 

She wiggled and put a leg over his, opening herself up to his questing hand, and dropping her own hand to his lap, seeking his erection. 

Veronica was aghast, and turned to Mike saying "Did I hear you say he was your Uncle?"

"Yes, mine, but he's no relation to her," Mike replied. "Or Penny," he added since Penny was now helping Peter to undo his trousers and was kissing the back of his neck. 

"But..." she managed, and went silent as Penny pushed Peter's trousers and pants down. 

"Fucking hell!" said Tim

Tara's head whipped round to look at him and she grinned. "More like heaven!" she said, and lowered herself onto the huge erection that Penny was holding up for her. 

Veronica was on the far side of the table and couldn't see what had so surprised Tim, so she simply looked confused and said "What?"

Tim was goggle eyed as he said "Come and look."

Mike muttered to me as an aside "Or look and come."

Veronica rose and went round the table to stand behind Tim with her hands on his shoulders. When Tara rose up to reveal the huge cock that had been inside her Veronica's hand went to her mouth and she made a squeaky noise that caused both Mike and I to laugh. She glared at us for half a second before her gaze was dragged back to Peter's glistening cock as it penetrated Tara again. 

Penny helped to strip Peter while Tara rode him. Mike and I moved the table back to give them more room. Then Penny, after getting a permissive nod from me, also stripped and stood beside Tara so she could join in. 

Peter sucked Penny's nipple and let his hand slide up her inner thigh, pushing a finger into her wet and slippery slit as Tara continued to ride him. Tara even leaned back a little so she could suck on Penny's other breast for a moment. Then the two girls snogged as Penny reached down to frig Tara's clitoris, and Peter sucked and squeezed Tara's breasts. 

Tara groaned and Mike commented "Bet she's first to come. Although I am a bit offended that she didn't ask me earlier. I'm not worn out. I would be happy to shag her, or anyone else who needed a good hard cock." 

He glanced at Veronica as he said that, but she was now reaching down to put her hand into Tim's trousers while they watched Tara bouncing on Peter's prick. 

It wasn't long until Tara came, but she hardly slowed down for second. Peter helped to keep her bouncing on his cock by gripping her bottom and pushing her up and down on him. He was using her like a sex toy to wank himself. Penny helped him by getting behind Tara and slipping her hands under her arms, lifting and dropping her friend in time to Peter's frantic thrusts and pulls. Penny also got to squeeze and play with Tara's breasts, which was a pleasant bonus for both of them. 

Tara came twice more in quick succession before Peter could no longer hold off, and he growled his triumph as he came in her pussy, filling her with his seed, feeling her cunny drain his prick, as he loudly proclaimed. 

The two slumped together, her legs hanging limply on each side of his, his head resting on her shoulder. 

Penny stood back, smiling beatifically at them, and then looking up at me. I could see her long left middle finger was glistening wet from Tara's pussy. In a moment of unthinking erotic indulgence she raised it to her mouth and sucked it dry, and smiled, only half at me. 

I had to have her. 

I beckoned Penny to me and took her in my arms, pulling her naked body against me as we kissed, running my hand down her back and gripping her bottom, pressing my knee between hers to open up her legs. She kissed me back with as much passion as I was giving, and began pulling at my shirt. 

When my chest was bare I grasped her again to feel her skin on mine, her breasts against me, nipples hard on my front. She tried to push my trousers down without undoing the belt, but it wasn't going to work, so undid it myself as she laughed and kissed me. 

We were standing in the kitchen with everyone around us but we were oblivious to them all. 

She pushed my trousers down to below my knees and I shook them off my feet as I pressed myself against her again and revelled in her soft kisses. Her mouth was soft and sweet and her tongue touched mine, her lips gripped mine, her breath was stolen from me, her teeth grazed my skin and her spicy scent filled my nose. My cock was against her soft, smooth belly, her firm thigh stroking mine as she wrapped one leg around me. Her hands were on my back, mine on hers, one sliding down around the curve of her buttock to find the hairy lips that her raised leg brought into reach. 

I turned her to lean her against the work surface beside me, and lifted her up onto it, spreading her legs and kneeling between them to bury my tongue in her sweet and juicy opening. 

Sometimes Penny tasted salty, or musky. That afternoon she tasted like honey, and was as intoxicating as mead. I drank her deep, and then rose to take her, slipping my cock into her and sliding balls deep, wrapping her in my arms and sharing the taste of her pussy with her as she kissed me with open mouth and closed eyes. 

Sometimes Penny was wild and driven, closed off in her own world as she grabbed at her pleasure. Sometimes she was submissive and concerned, aiming only at pleasing me. That afternoon she was simply on tune with me, her pleasure rising with mine, her passion matching my desire, her body responding and leading, her climax driving me to an orgasm I had not expected to reach. 

We kissed and she held me up as my knees buckled and the life and strength drained out of me. She cradled my head against her breasts when I slumped to my knees, and kissed the top of my head, and whispered words of love as I gasped out my devotion. 

There was no one else in the kitchen when I recovered enough to notice. Tim and Ronnie had gone upstairs to bed, Mike, Peter and Tara were in the living room. 

We joined them, after redressing. Peter asked us if we would like to come over to his flat so he could show us a few things, and Penny said that would be okay. So she went up and knocked on the door of the bedroom and squared it with Veronica. We didn't like just running off and leaving them with Tara and Mike, since they had come there as our friends. Apparently Veronica had said it was no problem, and that she would see us during the week ahead.

So we went to Peter's. He showed us the fuse box and we talked about the electricity bill and the day to put the bin out an all the rest of the banauzic details of keeping a flat. And then, after eating a home made Pizza and salad that Peter had prepared, I went home. Leaving Penny, who was staying there overnight. 

She walked me down to the car and kissed me soundly, and said "Thank you for a wonderful weekend, Master."

I laughed. "You have hardly called me that all weekend." 

"But you still are my Master, Sean. And when Peter fucks me later tonight, and I am pretty sure he will want to take me behind as well, I will miss your hand and your cock, but I will be playing with him because you want me to. I will be doing it for you, Master, so we will be able to sleep together every night, and I can serve you as you deserve."

I was a little stunned by that speech. 

I knew she meant it. I knew she was also going to enjoy her night with Peter. The implication that she was going to have sex with him on my orders, in exchange for us having his flat to use as our own sex venue, was outrageous. But it had a ring of truth to it. 

I kissed her goodnight, and told her to be good. 

She grinned, and said "Don't worry, I'll be great," as she almost skipped away. 

I lay in bed and imagined what she would be doing. It was the first time she had ever been with a man when I hadn't been there, or at least been in the same house. I thought about that. I was a little jealous, a little worried about her. Both emotions seemed silly. And anyway, she would tell me all about it tomorrow.



Bad Penny Ch. 09



Note to readers: this is the 9th part of a series - it should make sense and be readable by itself, but if you like it (or if you don't for reasons other than writing style) it may be worth reading the back story to see how Penny and Sean got to this strange place. Speaking of which, this story could be in the Loving Wives category, or veering into the BDSM area - if those sorts of stories don't turn you on, please don't go further. And, as a final word before I get on with the story - comments, favourable or critical, on content, style or anything else are much appreciated...




It is funny how things can happen at the right time. Having just spent a weekend with my girlfriend Penny and two other couples, swapping and swinging and having a very good time, I had then dropped her off so she could stay the night with another man, Peter. I was curiously jealous about that. After all she had been with him several times before, and she had been performing all sorts of sex acts with everyone over the weekend, most recently sharing a delightful time with me. 

But this was the first time she was going to be with another man without me. It felt wrong. It cast our relationship in a new light. 

As it turned out my father was in the kitchen when I got home, making a pot of tea, and we ended up having a long conversation.

I told him about Penny getting to flat sit for Peter for the next six months since he was off to Hong Kong in the morning. I told him that Penny and I had decided not to move in together, but I expected that I would stay over, and to be honest it would probably end up with me staying there more often than not. 

He laughed wryly at that, and gave me a piercing look. "I hope you aren't asking my permission to move in with her?" he said 

"No. But I know Mum might not approve, and I'd like your support there."

He laughed again. My mother was quite conservative and quietly religious. Dad was a liberal and not too secret agnostic. "Well I'm glad to hear you are taking responsibility for your own life. So what is worrying you, apart from your mother's stern glances?"

"I don't know that I want to live with her," I said in a rush.

Dad looked at me quizzically for a moment. 

"Hmm. Well I suppose it is about the right time for the seven year itch to set in," he said. "Is there another girl you fancy?"

"Well, not really. There's no one I have a crush on."

"But you don't have a crush on Penny either, is that it?"

"Well..."

"Hmmn," may father nodded as well. "You have been with her a long time. And you have done a lot of growing up in that time. And you had that breakup before. It is hard for a couple to make it work again after that. The precedent is set."

"But I missed her so much when we were apart that time. And I know I would feel just as bad if we split up again. And, well, I do still fancy her, it's just ..."

"You aren't twitter-pated." said Dad, grinning. 

"Yeah. I suppose."

He grinned further. "Well, maybe you will be again. It can come and go. I'm not mad about your mother all the time, but sometimes ... well anyway, I'm not going to advise you. But I trust you to not do the bad thing. You might not do the right thing of course, but I know you won't be bad. You won hurt her deliberately, and you won't use her or manipulate her. So go with your head as well as your heart. But don't worry about taking a few risks. They might pay off. After all, Your Mother and I have made it this far, despite all the odds."

I thought it was such good advice that I wrote it in my diary, which is why I can quote it now. I'm not sure now that he was right about me. I think that some of what I did with, and to, Penny was bad, and sometimes I even knew that at the time. But he was right about the importance of risk. Even when it doesn't pay off as you might hope. 

As I lay in bed that night I wondered what Penny was doing. I wondered what Peter was doing to her. With her. Whatever. I imagined her face, her body, her cries and gasps, the way her eyes went wide, they way they glazed over, the way they closed and how her eyelids fluttered. 

The following afternoon she met me as I came out of my last lecture. We kissed and she smiled and said "Missed you."

Peter's flat, which had become "The Flat," and soon became "Our Flat," was only five minutes walk away and we chatted as we went. There was a small shop on the corner of the street, and as we got to it Penny said "Could you grab a pint of milk, and maybe some buns? I'll go ahead and get the kettle on."

She almost skipped away. So I bought some currant squares and wandered round to the house in which the flat was, and up the stairs. Penny opened the door. I nearly dropped the shopping bag. 

She stepped backwards as she threw the door wide and dropped into a deep curtsey, bowing her head as she said "Welcome home, Master."

She was naked, apart from her collar and cuffs. 

It was so unexpected that I was frozen for a moment, speechless, but as she looked up shyly and smiled at me I was instantly inflamed. 

I looked her up and down for a second, sweeping my gaze from her scarlet toenails to her loose brunette locks. Her skin was golden and smooth, her pubis covered in dark curls, her nipples hard and crinkled. She straightened up and posed with her hands up to her head, holding her hair up so I could see her collar. The gesture lifted her breasts and exposed her armpits where a little fluff had regrown since I banned her from shaving a few weeks before. It was a surprisingly intimate sight. She turned slowly, showing me all of her body, and saying "Does my outfit please you, Master."

I stepped over the threshold and swung the door closed behind me, moving to take her in my arms and kiss her. "I definitely approve," I said in between kisses. 

Her skin was warm and soft, although I felt the hairs rise on her arms as I ran my finger down her spine and over the sensitive spot where her bottom began. Her time in the gym had firmed her muscles underneath, but she was still deliciously giving as my hand gripped her and I lifted her. 

Penny's arms went round me, and her legs followed as I carried her towards the living room and directly to the bedroom door at the far side. The door was ajar, so I pushed it open and carried her straight to the bed. She swung her legs back and knelt on the duvet as we carried on kissing and she helped me off with my clothes. 

I noticed that the curtains were open, but I didn't care. There was a warm beam of sunshine on my back as she stripped off my shirt, and it was pleasant when she pushed my trousers down to have it on my bare bottom. 

Penny took my cock in her hand and slowly wanked me as she kissed me. Her tongue was soft on my lips, and her other hand traced lines of ticklish sensuality on my neck and spine. Her nipples were harder than ever against my palms. This was better than tea and a currant square. Then she scooted back a foot and dropped her head to engulf my cock in her mouth. 

I spotted our reflection in the dressing-table mirror as my hips went into automatic and I held her head in both hands. Her breasts were swinging slightly, in counter rhythm to my sunlit bottom as I pressed deep into her mouth. Her nose was touching my stomach every few strokes when I pressed a little harder. I could see she was playing with her own pussy with her left hand. 

I was sure she had arranged the mirror at that angle deliberately. Looking round I saw the wardrobe door was also slightly opened, angling the mirror on it towards the head of the bed. If I lay down for her to ride me I would get a great view of her from the side. I smiled. Her exhibitionist streak was obviously at play. The open curtains were part of that, as were her actions when she had answered the door to me. If anyone else had been with me, or passing on the stairs, she would have been exposed. As it was I had no idea if there was anyone living in the house opposite the bedroom window who might be enjoying this display, but the possibility was clearly exciting Penny. 

I pulled her up again, wanting to kiss her and play with her body, reaching to slip my fingers in the slippery furrow that hers had opened up. I pulled her around a little so that she would be more exposed to the window, and she followed my lead, stepping off the bed and turning me round to put my back to it, making me sit down and then straddling me, lifting my cock to her pussy lips, rubbing me across her wetness and finding the angle to guide me in. She pressed down an inch and then rose a little. Then two inches. Then three. Then suddenly all the way, so I felt her tight around my whole shaft and her pubic bone press against my stomach. 

She rode me slowly and fully, her hips swaying as she rose and fell so my cock snaked in her slickness. She pressed me back and kissed me hard, and then said "Relax, Master, I'll take care of everything."

She sat up on me and her hips moved in circles, in all three dimensions. She had her hands in her hair, thrusting her breasts out. They also moved in fascinating ways. I almost laughed at the thought. I wondered for a second what pattern tassels would have made if they were tied to her nipples. She felt my body stiffen then, and rode a little harder. Her eyes had closed and she seemed trance-like as her hands began to wander from her head to her thighs, via breasts and buttocks, through the hair on her mons and across her stomach to tip the other nipple before returning to the start. 

As her chest and face began to flush I burst out with the thought that was in my overheating mind. "God you are beautiful."

She opened her eyes and smiled at me and said "Thank you Master."

She reached out to brush a finger over one of my nipples and said "And so are you."

I could see by her smile that she was very pleased at my remark. She loved to be watched. She was delighted that I appreciated her performance. So I upped the ante. 

I knew she had left the curtains open deliberately, that the idea that she might be seen making love to me was also part of what had her so turned on. I decided to indulge that excitement. "Of course I also love the view from behind you. Turn round and ride me that way a moment."

She complied, swiftly lifting off me, spinning on one leg and repositioning herself, taking my cock in her hand as she reached back between her legs, and guiding herself down onto me so her tight round buttocks pressed against my stomach. 

She was leaning forwards, facing the window, looking down between her legs at my cock as it slid up inside her. So I told her to sit up straight. 

She did. 

I told her to put her hands on her head, to lift her hair up so I could see her neck and all of her back. 

She did. 

It was a fine view, and I did want to see it, but I also knew that she was now wonderfully displayed to anyone looking in the window.

She knew it too, and shuddered with delight.

I told her to open her legs a little more. 

She did. 

I told her to ride me. 

I helped her, putting my hands under her bottom to lift her up and drop her again on each stroke. I imagined what that would look like from the window. A naked, all over tanned, dark haired, full breasted, spread legged, panting and gasping young woman bouncing up and down on a cock. 

I wondered if anyone was watching. I hoped there was. I wished the imagined lucky bastard well. And smugly I knew that whoever was watching would be jealous. And rightly so. 

I came.

In the aftermath we somehow ended up beneath the covers, Penny having removed my shoes and trousers, and I found myself wrapped in her arms and legs, my nose buried in the warmth of her neck as she whispered her thanks softly. 

"Why are you thanking me, Lovergirl?" I asked.

"Because you still want me. Because you took me back again and made me yours again, Master. Because you are proud enough of me to want to show me off to the world."

"But you are simply beautiful, my love, of course I am proud of you," I said as I slipped a hand down over her thigh and round towards her pussy. She lifted her leg to give me access and I slid a finger inside her. She was wet with my come and her own excitement. She gasped, a deep shuddering breath, and her body pressed against me, flowing to fit, her mouth coming to mine and giving me soft kisses. She flexed and rubbed herself against me, and I felt the thrill of her surrender. 

The first time I had put my finger inside her, years before, Penny had been nervous and gripped by guilt as well as passion. The pleasure of the physical touch and the depth of the emotional commitment that she made to allow such intimacy were at war with all the nonsense her upbringing had poured into her. For a moment I had thought she was going to pull away, tell me no, scream or slap me. She froze, and then melted. It was the first time that she let herself go like that, abandoning her guilt and giving herself entirely to me. It was the source of her submission, the beginnings of her desire to be my slave. Even though I still found that tendency in her to be a little disturbing it was also quite incredible to be so trusted, so free to do whatever I wished. Her body was then, and now, at my complete disposal, no part of it untouchable, no part of her concealed. Mine, to do with as I pleased.

I took pleasure then in giving her pleasure. I listened to her breathing and paid attention to every twitch and tension in her muscles. I could read her easily now, time strokes and touches, surprise her and drive her on to orgasm, bring her to the brink and back off and then push her over the edge and do it again. And again. I drove the breath from her body, I left her unable to cry out, unable to move. 

Eventually I relented, when my hand got tired and her body became too over saturated with sensation to be able to respond. She lay on top of me and simply panted. I kissed the top of her head, and fell back to rest myself.

When she got her breath back again she kissed my chest and snuggled against me. "Now I have to say thank you again," she murmured. 

"It was my pleasure," I responded. 

"I have to go back to my parents' house tonight. But Dad is going to drop me off here with some stuff in the morning. They want to come for tea, tomorrow. With you."

"What?" I said, trying to work this out. 

"I've told them we aren't moving in together, but Mum told me not to be silly. She said they both knew full well that you would be staying over, so we might as well make it formal - they are coming for tea with us, both us, as a couple, in our flat. Then they go home, leaving me with you. What happens after is our business, not theirs."

"Hmm. Is this like your father giving you away at a wedding?"

"Something like that, I suppose. Don't worry, they both think you are great you know. It will be fine. But sadly now we have to go. Mum is expecting me for tea."

It turned out that she was right. Her parents were in good and charming form the following evening, and could have settled in for a long night of chat and probably a game of cards. I was offering whiskeys at about nine o'clock, expecting her dad's usual answer "Well, if you insist..." when her mother cut across the imminent mock-reluctant acceptance and said firmly to Penny's father that it was getting late and time they were off. 

He shook my hand at the door. Her mother kissed my cheek, and hers. 

I was filled with the embarrassing certainty that they thought they knew damn well what their beloved and beautiful only daughter was about to do with me. 

When they had driven off I turned to Penny and said "Well, that was nice," and then I kissed her, with gentle but obvious intent. "And so was that."

She giggled. "Hmmn, yes. Why don't we go in and find out what other nice things we could do this evening?"

As soon as the door closed I had her in my arms, kissing her and crushing her against me. She wriggled and sighed and kissed me back, and lifted one leg to rub her thigh against mine. I pushed the long gypsy skirt she was wearing up over her raised knee and slid my hand beneath it. 

I wasn't surprised to find her stocking tops. 

I was a little surprised to find her pussy was uncovered. No knickers, just fluffy curls and firm lips beneath. She lifted her leg further and pushed towards my fingers to make me enter her. 

It was an awkward angle, but I sank one finger into the second joint, and then after a couple of strokes managed to get a second fingertip in beside it. She grunted. Not a ladylike sound, but strangely charming in its primal intensity. 

I was quite surprised when, as I pushed in further to her very wet slit and her tongue was thrust into my mouth, my little finger hit something hard. 

I instantly realised it was her butt plug. 

I pressed against it, making her gasp again. "When did you put that in?" I asked

"This afternoon, when I had my shower after we had brought my things up from the car. Dad went off to get Mum, and I got ready for you. But you didn't get here before they got back. So I have been ready all evening."

I laughed, and slipped my fingers back into her pussy, saying "I can feel that you are very ready."

She shuddered and hissed "Please take me to the bedroom, Master."

I pulled my hand away and twirled her round, pushing her towards the living room door. I kept close behind her, guiding her with a hand on her bottom and one on her shoulder across the room, but as we passed the sofa I had an idea. I gave her a little push to the side and spun her round the other way as she sought to regain her balance. She collided with the back of the sofa and fell head first over it with a squeal. 

Flipping her skirt up with one hand I revealed her naked bottom, and had a fine view of the black rubber T piece that covered her asshole, and her wet and open pussy below it. 

She struggled a little to get her face out of the seat cushion, but that made spread her legs wider and push her bottom toward me as she did so. 

"My, my. There's something nice." I said, and unzipped my fly. 

With one hand I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her pussy lips, coating it with her juices and opening them up. With the other I took hold of the base of the butt plug and pulled it up gently, easing the wider part of it through her muscle ring, stretching her a little. 

Penny groaned and then whimpered as I paused. I gave her pussy lips another caress with my tip and then found the opening, pressing the head just inside. She sighed, and then said "Oh, Master!" when I pushed down on the plug and pushed in with my cock. 

She was tight with the bulk of the rubber thing pressing through her thin flesh against my shaft, but she was also incredibly wet. I had never seen her so flooded, so turned on. No wonder. She had been sitting for three or four hours with me and her parents as the butt plug stimulated her and she fantasised about the moment that they left and I could have her alone. 

I pushed deep with my hips as I pulled the T piece up again, releasing the pressure in her bottom. Then I held still inside her as I pressed the plug back down. We both groaned. I pulled up the plug, this time bringing the widest part right out, but leaving an inch or so of the four inch long rubber arrowhead still inside her. I felt her muscles flex and she gripped my shaft. So I pushed down again and popped the plug back in, which caused her to grip me again. 

Each time I pulled it up and pushed it home she twitched and gasped. I found a rhythm, slightly pulsing my cock in counter time so as I pushed home one shaft I was pulling back on the other. 

Penny began to wail. It started as a series of groans and then "Oh gosh, Oh gosh" but quickly became simple "Oh, oh," in low tones that rise up the scale with each thrust. The last coherent thing she said was "Oh Sean, oh my god!" before she let herself fall face first into the cushion and reached back with both hands to pull her bottom cheeks apart. 




Bad Penny Ch. 09



When she came her voice was muffled in the sofa back, but she raised her head and cried out when I finally pulled the butt plug out and grabbed her hips with both hands to pull her hard against my cock. 

I was shafting her deep and hard, and close to coming in her pussy when I looked down and saw her slightly opened asshole. I remembered the first time we had seen Tara playing with her ass, how Penny had been horrified that Tara stayed slightly open, 'gaped' as they call it, when the banana she was using as a dildo was removed. I remembered my own shock at that sight, but now I realised that it was not shocking; it was inviting. It was tempting. 

I took her. 

I pulled back on her hips to bring her feet back onto the floor and angle her bottom down a little. Then as she held herself open with both hands I pulled my cock out of her still pulsing pussy and pressed the tip into her anus. She reared up, arching her back and pushing against me as I pressed into her, feeling her relax and the sphincter pulse and grip me as I pushed past the tightest part and into her body. 

She had lubed herself well earlier in the evening, and my shaft was slippery with her own lubricants, so after just two thrusts I found I could take a full stroke. Long, hard, deep, fast, close to coming as she moaned and groaned and urged to me on, crying "Yes, oh yes, oh that's it, that's what I want, oh yes, Master, Oh I'm yours Master, Take me Master, Oh Gosh, oh I'm going to come again."

She tightened up on me as she thrashed and squeaked and shook. I came as well, collapsing on her back, reaching around her to grasp her shoulders and pull her hard back towards me, driving all the way into her, pumping my come inside her. 

We rested, slumped and panting, and my cock wilted inside her. I pulled back a little to withdraw and she sighed as I left her body. Then incongruously she laughed. It was a low chuckle that I could only think of as being 'a dirty laugh.' It was so unexpected that I asked her why she was laughing.

"Because Mum whispered 'have fun' to me when she was leaving, but I bet she didn't imagine us doing that!"

I laughed too, and helped her stand up and stepped back so she could turn around and kiss me again. There was a wicked gleam in her eye as she whispered between kisses "And I'll bet my father never thought his little girl would love having you come in her bum." 

I was shocked at the idea. Shocked that Penny should think about her father in such a context, never mind that Penny, who had been so straight-laced and so much her daddy's innocent girl, should say it. All I could say was "You might be right."

"Oh I'm sure I am," she purred, wickedly smiling. "I'm pretty sure Mum has never had it in the bum, and wouldn't understand how good it feels. Daddy would never think of doing that. He'd never believe I would be sitting with a plug in my bottom just waiting for you to put your cock in there and make me come, thinking about your wonderful cock while I poured him his tea."

She kissed me again before I could say anything. Then broke off and said "Am I wicked Master? To say such things? To think about you coming in my mouth when I'm eating at the table with my parents? Or about your cock in my pussy when I'm showing Mum the bedroom where you made me come so much yesterday and I rode your lovely cock? Or about your lovely naked body in the shower when I showed her the bathroom? Can we do that now, Master, can I wash you now?

She dragged me to the bathroom, unprotesting, and we showered together again, but I didn't have time to answer her. I was enjoying her soapy body too much. 

In bed she snuggled against me and we spoke in almost whispers. "Did I shock you Sean? Talking about my parents?"

"A bit." I admitted. "I prefer not to think about your father while I'm naked."

She laughed. "I keep thinking how shocked they would be. Not just by what we just did, but by all the things I have done in the last few months. Or the last week for that matter."

"Like staying overnight here with Peter on Sunday?" I asked. 

My tone must not have been as light as I hoped. She looked up at me, and said with a slightly worried note, "Yes. Things like that. I haven't told you about that yet have I?"

"No, we haven't had a chance. Did you have a good time?" I asked, trying not to sound jealous. 

"Yes. He was very, well, grateful. Sort of shy. Do you want me to tell you all the details?"

"Yes," I said, although part of me was very unsure about that. 

"Well," she started, "When you left we came back in to the flat and Peter said he should go over a few things with me. The electricity meter and where the water stop cock is, and so on. He had the paperwork for the insurance company and the phone bill. All very businesslike. And he gave me a guided tour - how to empty the filter on the tumble dryer and the trick with the oven door, all that, and showed me the stuff he would like us not to touch. Basically, he has stacked stuff in the other bedroom. And the bottom drawer of that chest over there."

She pointed at the set of drawers on my side of the bed. "He opened it to let me see, but asked me not to disturb it. It is some of his wife's things. Rather sad really. He looked ghastly as he closed it up again. But then he brightened and said 'Of course you can feel free to use the stuff in the other bottom drawer,' and he pointed over this side. So I went and opened it."

"What was in it?" I asked. She had a mischievous look. 

"Maybe I should show you? No, you are comfy, and I don't want to break the story. I'll just tell you." She paused. "Porn."

"Really?"

"Not just Club or Mayfair. Swedish stuff and American mags. Real porn."

"Hey! I shall have to have a look now!"

"Wait a moment," Penny said, pushing down on my chest to keep me in place, "I haven't finished. Well, I was a bit surprised, and just stood looking at the open drawer for a moment, so he said to me that I could look at them if I liked. I was surprised, but, curious, so, I lifted some out on the bed and sat down and flicked one open. And I flicked through it and then opened another one. He just stood and watched me."

Penny's hand was now wandering down my body, and almost absent-mindedly she took my shaft in her fingers and began to softly pull on it as she spoke. "I could see he was smiling at me. He was enjoying watching me look at them. And of course I was getting a bit aroused. I found one picture that was especially good, and I laid the magazine out on the bed beside me with that photo showing, and lifted another. Only a few pages in was another picture that really caught my eye, so I put it beside the first and took up another. Once I had half a dozen picked out around me Peter came over to me and sort of looked over my shoulder. He asked me why I had chosen each shot, so I told him."

Penny was now stroking my erect cock with long slow movements, and I could feel my breath and heartbeat speeding up. She carried on, saying "The first photo was of a huge black guy, called 'Long Dong Silver' and a little white girl."

I almost choked. "Long Dong..." I spluttered.

"Silver, yes. Funny isn't it? But he wasn't dressed as a pirate. I mean he wasn't dressed at all. Anyway I think it was fake, because it was hanging down past his knees. Eighteen inches. In the earlier photos, she was holding it and sucking it, and he laid her back and had it lying on her tummy and all the way up between her breasts. But in the pictures on the pages I had picked out he had it in her, at first with about a foot of the shaft still showing, and then in the next shot he was in her all the way, only about two inches left. There is no way a girl could take that. But the idea..."

Penny gave a shiver. Fear and excitement mixed. 

"The next magazine had two girls doing a sixty nine. Peter asked me why I liked it and I told him, it was the look on the girl's face as her friend put her tongue inside her. I knew how good that must feel. It was the same with the next one, this time of a man licking a girl. She just looked so relaxed and, well, gone."

"Of course the next shot was different. A little Chinese girl riding a white guy. She was cute and had tiny tits, but again her face was a picture. And I had to admit that it made me think of what Peter might get up to in Hong Kong. That made him laugh, but I was getting a bit worked up by then and I put my hand out to touch his cock where I could see the bulge in his trousers, and that stopped him laughing. So I told him, 'Don't laugh. This lovely cock needs attention, and I'm sure there are lots of cute girls out there that would like to give it what it needs.' 

"Well, that made him look at me all seriously, and he said 'But will any of them be as attentive as you?' Which I thought was being silly. But I kept my hand on his cock as I explained why I had chosen the next picture."

"Which was?" I prompted.

"A girl being taken from behind. Again it was her face. I knew what she was feeling. I told him how good it felt to be bent over like that with a strong man's hands on my waist and feel myself be taken, filled up and pounded by a hard cock."

Penny shivered again, and her hand had tightened on my shaft. She was lost in fantasy for a second and then came back and looked right at me with startling presence in her eyes. "It is true you know. I love it when you do that to me. And tonight when you took my bottom as well..."

"What did Peter say to that?" I asked.

"He just asked me about the next magazine. The girl in it was sucking one boy and being taken from behind by the other. Which I told him, as you know, is another thing I have done and enjoyed. It was the boys faces though that made it special. You could see that she was enjoying herself, but the two boys were just so excited. Which is a great turn on. It is lovely to see a boy, or a man, get excited. Which you are at the moment, Sean, and Peter was too. As was obvious since I was undoing his belt and fly and took his trousers and pants down while I was talking about the photos."

I laughed, and said "I bet he said something then!"

"Not really. He just asked me about the next photo. A girl on her back with a man taking her. You couldn't see his face, but hers was almost purple. She looked really like she was about to burst!"

"And you found that exciting?"

"Of course. She was turned on for real, no faking that. Peter was pretty turned on too by then."

"I bet he was," I said. 

"So I sucked him," Penny said, simply and nonchalantly. 

What a contrast to the girl I used to know, I thought, and smiled as she said "Would you like me to suck you now?"

"No, you can't talk then, and I want to know more."

She shrugged and said "There's not much to tell. I got him to take off his shirt and tie, and he helped me take off my blouse and bra. He played with my breasts then. He likes them. 'Pretty titties' he said. And he liked me putting his cock between them."

"Any man would," I said.

She took that as a hint, although as she moved to do it to me she said "Of course, but some guys seem to be extra fascinated by boobs. You like them, and you like me doing this, but he was really excited. I think he would have been happy if I had just done this all night."

"But you didn't. Just do that. Which is nice by the way."

"Oh, no, I mean, I was getting quite horny too. And I knew he would like to do other things as well. He was standing by the bed then, I was kneeling on it, so it was easy for me to just to fall back and pull my skirt up and open my legs for him, and I said 'Is this pretty too?'"

"That's a bit of an unfair question, isn't it?" I said, grinning. 

"Well, I don't know. He never answered. He just bent down and licked me, and fingered me, and then climbed up onto me, and put his cock in me and screwed me like a madman. Although he did say 'gorgeous cunny" and that my 'cunny' felt fantastic on his 'prick'. Which I quite liked."

She dipped her head to suck the end of my cock for a second, making me go rigid and cry out. Then she looked up at me with her wide brown eyes and said "Would you like to put your prick in my cunny?"

I grabbed her and pulled her towards me, grasping her bottom and one breast as she spread her legs over mine and rocked down to pierce herself with my shaft. Conversation was suspended for the next few minutes, as she rode me hard and then I rolled her over and took her even harder. 

I thought of Peter doing that to her on this bed, of his huge prick slamming into her, stretching her, glistening with her wetness and his come as he pulled it out of her. I came in her again, revelling in her flesh, feeling the hair on her lips against my shaft and balls, the hardness of her nipples as I squeezed her breasts. 

Her soft kisses and murmurs lulled me to sleep. I heard her say from far away "Thank you, Master, that was lovely."

I managed to say "Thank you, Penny."

The next morning we walked together to the University, and I dropped her off to the library as I went to my lecture. At lunch we met Tim and Veronica. We arranged to have them over to our flat on Thursday evening. Tim had suggested that they were free that night, Wednesday, but we had to put them off. 

Mike and Tara were visiting that night, and we already had dinner arranged. Also, while I wanted to play with Veronica again, and they would pretty certainly swing with Mike and Tara as well, I wanted a more controlled and quiet evening to get her to myself. 

As it turned out that evening was itself a quiet one. We dined, we chatted, we played bridge, it was all very civilised and middle class and grown up. We all flirted, and there was plenty of salacious talk and gossip, but as the evening went on Tara got tired and, frankly so did we. No clothes came off, and there was more tea than wine consumed. They left at about half past ten. Penny and I were asleep by eleven. I think it was the first time in six months or so that I had seen Mike and Tara without having sex with them. It was the first time I had actually slept the night with Penny without doing it either. Very strange. 

The following evening with Tim and Veronica was much more lively. We were all in good form, and it became clear that I was the only person there who had a lecture on Friday morning. It was Ronnie who kicked things off. We had talked for a moment in the kitchen, while Tim and Penny were in the bathroom and on the phone to her mum respectively. No one had spoken about the debauchery of the previous weekend except to say that it had been strange to return to reality on Monday. 

As I opened another bottle of white wine and Ronnie stacked the dinner dishes off the tray I had brought in, she casually said "Tim wants me to ask Penny, and you, if she would sleep with us some night."

I nearly dropped the bottle. "Sorry, by 'sleep with' you mean, have sex with, yes? And when you say, 'with us' you mean just the two of you? He wants a threesome with her?"

Ronnie nodded and said "We want a threesome with her. And I want a threesome with her and you. No Tim. If you and Penny are on for that."

Once I stopped staring in surprise I said, "Well, you know I would be very happy to have you join us, so I'm absolutely okay with the second part of the proposal. So to be fair, as long as Penny is keen, I should be happy with the first part."

She cocked her head on one side as she looked at me and said "But you aren't really happy about it?"

I paused in thought. I wasn't sure. So I said so. "It is strange. Its like I think I ought to feel jealous, and maybe a I do a bit, but it feels more like being annoyed at the idea of being left out. I mean, I suppose I could get my coat now and head home and leave you three to it, and maybe tomorrow night I would stay and Tim would bugger off, and I would spend all night and all tomorrow in eager anticipation, but I would also be quite hit by being excluded."

Veronica stepped toward me and touched my face and smiled sweetly, saying, "Don't be silly Sean, I don't want you to leave tonight."

She kissed me. A kiss filled with desire and affection. She said "I want you to make love to me tonight."

Her body was warm and pliant against me, her arms around my neck, her legs pressing against mine. A shudder went through her and she broke the kiss, turning her head upwards, exposing her neck to me. I kissed her throat and she gave a little sigh. 

I heard Penny saying something to Tim in the living room, and called to her "Darling could you come in here and give us a hand?"

Penny stopped in the door and grinned for a second, before stepping in and closing it behind her so Tim could not see. Veronica was still draped around me, and we had been kissing again. I beckoned Penny over. She stepped up to us, smiling, and placed a hand on my back and one on Ronnie's. She leaned in to kiss me, saying "Where would you like my hand?"

Then before I could answer she turned her head and kissed Veronica. The kiss was returned with no hesitation, and I thought some warmth.

"Well," Veronica said, "Down Tim's trousers would be very useful. I mean I would love them to be on me, but if you could distract Tim, then perhaps later..." She kissed her again with a smile. 

Penny looked at me and said "Okay?"

"If you wish. Go get him."

She grinned, and kissed me too. 

Penny spun on her heel and strode to the door. She flung it open and marched into the living room. We heard her say "Now Tim, you have been shockingly neglecting me all evening. I think you need to do something about that..."

It was followed by brief noises of surprise from Tim and sudden almost silence. The 'almost' being soft sounds of someone jumping on a sofa and kissing someone else. 

Ronnie grinned. "Well, sounds like she got him."

"Poor bastard. Never stood a chance," I said. 

She kissed me. I never stood a chance either.

After a few moments Ronnie suggested we move somewhere more comfortable, and we lifted the wine to take with us. Penny was already topless and sitting on Tim's lap, holding one breast up to his mouth. Her other hand seemed to be somewhere down between them. 

I refilled the glasses on the coffee table, Veronica walked round the sofa so she could first kiss Penny, with considerable passion, and then pull Tim's head back so she could speak to him. Tim grinned broadly as he looked up at her. "Having a good time Timmy?" she asked. 

"Hmm, hmm," he said, nodding,"how you doing, love?"

"Well, I'm about to shag Sean, so I think I'll be fine. You two want to join us in the bedroom?"

Penny laughed and said "We'll be in soon."

Veronica swept up her glass and beckoned me to follow her. 

I left the bedroom door open. I wanted to make it clear that the invitation still stood. Ronnie was standing at the bedside, sipping from her glass and looking at me over it's rim. 

"Take your clothes off," she said. It wasn't an order, just a quiet request. I stripped. Shirt first, shoes and socks next, trousers and underpants in one go last. I enjoyed the way she looked at me. She drank deeply from her glass and beckoned me over. Her kiss was full of wine and she made me drink from her mouth as her hands roamed over my skin. "God I've been looking forward to this," she said as she took hold of my cock. 

"So have I," was the last thing I said for quite some time. 

I stripped her as we kissed and she caressed me. Her attention never drifted from my body, her hands constantly exploring me, always one on my cock or balls, the other finding muscles and nipples and hair to grip. Her mouth, with her full lips and wine sweet breath, explored mine, and my face and neck and chest, stomach and finally cock. I groaned when she slipped my end between her lips, soft and warm, barely any suction, her tongue circling and swirling. 




Bad Penny Ch. 09



I was very turned on, and had to fight the urge to push in hard and deep, to grip her blond head in my hands and let my hips do what they wanted, to face fuck her and come in her mouth. It would have taken moments, but I knew if I held back the pleasure ahead could take hours. 

I had removed her skirt and blouse earlier, revealing a pretty lingerie set of mostly pink lace. I was now able to undo her bra and release her heavy breasts, reaching round to feel them as she bent to suck me deeper. They were warm and her nipples were hard. I remembered how she looked on her back as they bounced and rocked in time to my thrusts as I plunged my cock in in her a few days before. I nearly came again. 

Panting to gain control I had to pull her up by her ears and say "Too much!"

"Wouldn't you like to come in my mouth, darling?"

I laughed and kissed her hard, passion overcoming my previous good sense. In a moment I had her on her back, my tongue in her mouth, my right hand down her pretty pink knickers, finger probing her pretty pink lips. Her naked breast against me was soft and tempting, and I dropped my head to devour her crinkled nipple. 

My cock was throbbing as I gave in to desire and ravaged Veronica's superb bosom. Her breasts smelled warm and sweet and just a little musky, they were firm and gently giving to the touch, peach fuzz soft skin, nipples alluringly suckable. I licked and sucked them both, squeezed them with my left hand, and pumped her pussy with two fingers. 

She rapidly rose to a level of excitement that matched mine. She was wet and hot, and her thighs twitched. Her breathing was deep and interspersed with groans, and her hands were buried in my hair. When I put my thumb on her clit, burrowing through the blonde tuft that covered the top of her slit, she almost exploded. 

Veronica wrenched my head up, dragging my mouth from her delicious nipple, and pulled me by the neck up and on top of her. She grabbed my cock when it got in reach, and dragged me by it to take my place between her legs. I had pulled her panty crotch aside to give my fingers easier access, now she held it out of the way for my cock. 

The look on her face as I penetrated her was unforgettable. Her eyes lost focus for half a second when I pressed the head into her flesh. It went in with a rush as I found the right angle and popped inside her opening, and then she was staring at me, mouth and legs and pussy and eyes all wide as I pressed on smoothly, rapidly, shafting her with my full length, balls hitting her ass. She looked incredulous. She look incredible. 

I took long, firm strokes then. Pulling almost all the way out and pushing all the way in, feeling her body cling to me and yield to me. Her eyes begged me not to leave each time I pulled back, and joyously surrendered when I took her again, deep, hard, opening her thighs and feeling her nails on my back as she pulled me in, giving her soul to my cock. 

The tension in my hips was too much to bear. I needed to move faster, harder, feel my shaft being caressed by her hair, her soft lips, her hot sheath. I was slightly quicker on the next stroke, and was rewarded with a grunt. Faster again on the next, and she nodded and made an odd noise in her throat, repeated with the next stroke that was quicker still, a sound that rose in pitch as I plunged into her again and faster still again and again. My cock was slick with her juices, her pussy was clasping and flexing, her hips had hit a counter rhythm to mine so that we slammed against each other.

I could have come at any moment if I had just let myself, but somehow I became almost detached for a while. My body was on auto, and for some seconds I found myself looking down on Veronica's naked form as it writhed beneath me, my mind clear and registering every detail. Her face, so beautiful in repose, and stunning when she smiled up at you from beneath her blonde fringe, was strained and flushed, her cheeks scarlet, her eyes screwed tight closed, her hair darkened by sweat where it stuck to her forehead. She was still beautiful. Her throat was exposed to me as her head was flung back, and her gorgeous breasts, nipples dark and pointed upwards, rocking back and forth as I thrust into her and she thrust back. 

Most wonderful of all was the view of her up thrust mons and outer lips of her pussy, thick and covered in fine blonde hair, the pink inner lips showing as they clung to my shaft when I pulled back. Her pussy round my cock, her legs wide, the curve of her hips, everything open to me, exposed, mine.

Then I felt her begin to spasm and her grip, hands legs and inside, tightened. I let myself dive into the pure physical sensation of her body as she clung to me and groaned and rocked and her skin was hot against mine and her breath was ragged and my balls went tight and then a wave of annihilation swept over me.

This time there was no coy embarrassment in the afterglow. We kissed and murmured and told each other how beautiful we were, how good that was, how good we felt. I hugged her gently and stroked her hair, and we smiled as we heard Tim roaring in the living room and the sound of Penny panting. 

They joined us some time later, naked and tousled and holding hands. I was surprised to find myself thinking that they made a handsome couple. 

Penny climbed onto the bed and kissed me and then Veronica. And then Veronica again. And again, and ...

I don't think either of them expected it, but the two girls were soon lost in each other. They caressed and each found hard nipples to touch and kiss, slippery come filled openings to finger and rub. Tim and I looked at each other as the girls ignored us, and he shrugged. The look on his face made me laugh. 

He had the air of a man in a dress shop, sitting by the changing room on an uncomfortable chair, waiting to be asked for his unqualified opinion when (if) his partner emerged from struggling into yet another frock. He made a hand gesture at me, the universal tilting of the wrist that said "drink?" I nodded back, but didn't climb out of bed. I wanted to watch. Of course. Tim turned and wandered back out the door. 

Beside me the girls had become more heated. Penny had dived on Veronica's perfect nipples and sucked her breasts up into points. Ronnie had reached for Penny's, and was rolling them

between finger and thumb on each hand. 

Then Penny slid down, spreading Veronica's legs and began to lap at the blonde slit that opened before her. Veronica hissed "Oh Jesus, Penny!" and her hips rose to press herself against the eager mouth that was sucking my come from her body. 

I could see Penny looking over the hairy bush that her nose divided, her eyes glinting and smiling. I gestured to her, and she understood my cue - she moved around, still licking Ronnie's clit, and brought her own within range of Veronica's face. 

More eagerly than I had expected, Veronica pulled Penny to her, spread her furry lips apart with her two hands and applied her tongue to my girlfriends pussy. Tim's come was running down her, and Ronnie swirled her tongue through it, sucking it up and making noises of culinary appreciation. 

When Tim arrived back with the wine I thought he looked surprised, but he didn't say anything. Instead we watched in companionable silence as the girls explored each other's bodies, and Veronica brought Penny to a shuddering orgasm. 

Afterwards the two girls snuggled up and kissed, and suddenly I felt like an intruder on their quiet love filled bed, so I got out and waved at Tim to go with me into the living room. 

I grabbed my dressing gown off the hook on the bedroom door. He snagged his trousers and drew them on, while I got beer from the fridge. He was sitting relaxed on the couch when I came in, and I grinned as I handed him the bottle. He was in the same spot as he had been in only an hour before with Penny topless on his lap. 

"I wish I was a lesbian." Tim said. 

"What?"

"You get to lick pussy, and have multiple orgasms. And you would have your own tits to play with when you got bored at home."

I pondered this for a moment. "Yeah, but there is the whole 'time of the month' crap, and you would keep getting hit on by men."

"True." Tim grimaced, but then shrugged as a new thought occurred to him. "Course, if I was a girl I might not mind that. I mean, I can't imagine ever getting over the cock sucking thing, but I wonder what it feels like to get fucked."

I laughed, and he went on, "I mean, if I was a girl and had a pussy, I think I would want to try it."

"Dildos, vibrators, bananas." I said 

"Yeah. But I wonder sometimes when I'm with Ronnie, what it feels like for her." Tim said, and looked pensive again. "Course it would be different doing it different ways. I mean it would be one thing to ride a guy, or maybe take it from behind, but I don't think I could do it on my back."

"Why not?" I asked. 

"Well, just lying there with your legs open and guy on top of you, fucking you like..." he grimaced again. 

"The girl's seem to like it. Maybe if you were a girl you would like it too." I laughed at his expression. 

It was like a light going on in his head as he said "Now wait a minute... You might have something there. If I was a girl I might like getting laid like that. I might even not fancy girls. If I was a girl I might be straight."

"You might even think licking pussy was awful and sucking cocks was fun." I said, and watched the struggle of thought across his face. 

"Yeah. Maybe. But not all girl's like that anyway. Hard to blame them, even though I wouldn't go out with one if she wouldn't," said Tim. 

I laughed again. "No blow job, no boyfriend?"

"Aye. I mean, I like having my dick sucked, and how could you go back to just hand jobs, even if she did fuck as well? No matter how good she was to screw, you would want to sixty-nine her too."

"I suppose so. Though I always thought that once I got to have full sex I'd just do that all the time and never need a blow job again." I said. 

Tim laughed. "Or have a wank. I mean what is that about? You spend all night with a girl, shag her eight ways, she blows you and everything, and next afternoon you need a wank, even though you know you'll see her again that evening?"

I just laughed at that profound truth, and Tim went on, "I mean sometimes I think I would prefer a quick wank instead of shagging. You know, late at night, want to go to sleep, just a wee wank and you'd be over, but the idea of having to fuck, or even having a girl do it for you or blow you is too much bother. They take too long."

"I can sort of understand that," I said, "But Penny is always so good at lending a hand..."

Tim looked conspiratorially at me, and glanced at the bedroom door. "You are one lucky bastard you know," he said in a low voice. 

"I know, but why in particular?" I asked, also lowering my tone.

"Penny, just blew me. And she swallowed me. All the way. I mean, Jesus, how the fuck does she do that?"

"I get her to teach Ronnie if you like." I offered, trying not to laugh. 

"Jesus, Sean, if you can do that I will owe you for ever."

He held out his bottle for me to clink in toast to future deep throat blow jobs, and just as they chimed together the bedroom door swung wide and a sleepy, tousled, Veronica appeared. 

"What are you two celebrating?" she asked

"Just drinking to our very good fortune, which is you, and Penny. We are the luckiest guys in Belfast." I said

She wandered over and kissed Tim, and said "And don't you forget it. Now go in there and snuggle Penny, and you Timmy boy, I want your body in bed with me now."

She wandered off to the door to the spare bedroom. Tim looked at me and shrugged. 

"To the Luckiest Guys in Belfast" he said and drained his bottle before going after her. 

The following morning we all walked down to the University, and had a large fry in the Snack Bar. (Two fried eggs, mushrooms, several bacon, fried potato bread and soda bread, fried tomatoes - known as an Ulster Fry, the real breakfast of champions). Veronica gave me a kiss as we parted that was more than friendly. The look in her eye spoke volumes. And the way she casually brushed a hand across Penny's breast as she leant in to kiss her cheek was both subtle and sexy as well as full of promise. 

Penny and I had agreed that we would both sleep 'at home' that night - back at our parents' houses. So Penny I had only lunch together before she went off to the train, and I had my last lecture for the week. 

It was strange not to be going to Mike and Tara's, but they had other guests for the weekend. And to be honest I needed a break. But we did have a plan for Saturday. 

We had a party. All of our friends were invited to a flat-warming. 

My parents and hers were there too, early on, but they left by half ten, and then things got rowdy. Nothing too bad, but there were a few spliffs passed round, some loud music, some suggestive dancing. At least two couples shagged in the spare room, but not at the same time. 

Mike and Tara were there, with their weekend guests - a visiting American academic and his wife, who were friends of Mike's father. They left at about the same time as my parents. Mike was disgusted. Tim and Veronica were there, and so was all The DramSoc crowd, so we all pretended that nothing had ever happened. Although I did, very late in the evening, have a very interesting conversation with a fairly drunken little Liz who complained about her new boyfriend's flatmates, and her parents, and how they would love a place of their own. The very interesting bit was when she said "I just get so horny, and he just doesn't understand. I mean I would tear his clothes off and jump him ten times a week if he was just sensible enough to get us a place to ourselves."

"I don't want to talk out of turn here, but I have to say, I never thought Paul was that stupid." I said, "If you were threatening to jump on me only once a week I would have got us a flat before now, never mind the chance you'd do it ten times!" I added, and then realised what I had said. Liz gave me a surprised and appraising look. 

Then she smiled and touched my cheek, and said "That's sweet."

Her face was inches from me. I thought she was about to kiss me. I think she thought it too, but changed her mind. She looked confused. 

I touched her hand, and held it and said "You're sweet too. I've always thought that Paul didn't know how lucky he is. But maybe Penny can help out. There is a spare bedroom here. You guys should come for dinner some night, and stay over."

She looked at me and said "Not sure that would help. We would still have to be quiet. You would be here, and could hear us."

I lowered my voice and leaned closer to her ear to say "And you would be able to hear me and Penny. Because I know that if she heard you making love she would get horny too and then she would tear my clothes off and jump on me, and she would not try to be quiet." I leaned back and looked in Liz's eyes and said "Which could be fun, yes?"

Her eyes were wide, startled but amused. "You are a very naughty boy!"

"Whenever possible." I grinned "But seriously, have you never heard someone next door making out and got turned on?"

She shivered. "Yeah, but I never wanted to be the one being overheard."

"Well, if you were in the spare room, and we were in the bedroom over there, we might not hear much. Don't know, haven't tried it. But if you want to ... Why not tomorrow night? You could drag Paul back here tomorrow, say you promised Penny to help clear up after this party. We can spin it out, have a Chinese and a bottle of wine, and you can take him off to have your wicked way with him in peace."

"Hmm. Maybe. Okay." Liz's smile was radiant. 

"Good." I said, and just at that moment I felt a tap on my shoulder. 

It was Penny. "Sorry to interrupt your tete a tete, but Callum and Fiona are leaving and wanted a word, Sean."

"Okay," I said, "We had just finished our plotting anyway. Liz will fill you in."

I went to say goodbye to Callum, who was a drummer, and arrange a time to bring him and his kit to Mike's house to jam and maybe work up a set. It had been a night of historic significance, in that Mike had met Callum for the first time and it was the start of a long musical association. 

Once they had gone I was swirled away into the party again, being hostly and briefly flirting with Veronica, but it was only as they were leaving in the small hours that I got a chance to see Liz again. She kissed my cheek, and said "See you tomorrow," with a twinkle in her eye. 

Comatose, barely animated zombie, bear with a sore head, sick puppy, badly tuned automaton; I was each in turn over the next fourteen hours. But by four in the afternoon (after aspirin, water and eventually toast and tea) the word 'human' might have been loosely applied with some justification. 

It was at four that Liz arrived with Paul. Who was living proof, along with me, that men are the weaker sex. Penny, like Liz, had been in good form since she woke at noon, and between us we had done most of the clearing up necessary already. 

Still, there was a little more to clear, and in an hour the place was polished an hoovered and we all had recovered our appetites. Vast amounts of food was ordered from the nearest Chinese takeaway, and once the blood sugar levels rose it turned into a very pleasant evening. Paul was a funny guy, playing with words and merciless in his impersonations and critical observations of the guests from the night before. We could have made an evening of it, and even contemplated alcohol, but Liz suddenly gave a huge yawn and said "I'm sorry guys but it is catching up with me. Would you mind if I went to bed early."

Of course we didn't object. Of course Paul missed the point entirely when she said "Come on Paul, bedtime."

"I'm not that tired now, I'll be in later okay?"

Penny looked at me and rolled her eyes. So I yawned as well and said "Sorry but I'm knackered too- maybe an early night is a good idea."

Paul looked grumpy when Penny agreed. He slumped off after Liz, and I couldn't help thinking that he was quite undeserving of what he was about to receive.

The flat was laid out in a strange configuration, since it was part of a converted Victorian villa, which meant that although the access to the second bedroom was at the end of the entrance hall, beside the bathroom, it shared one wall with the living room and one wall with the large bedroom at the front of the house. 

I don't think Liz was as noisy as Penny could be, and indeed Penny drowned her out when I was licking her clit and fingering her to her first orgasm, but it was obvious that Paul was doing something right. A little while later the banging of the headboard against the wall and the distinctly masculine grunting that accompanied it gave us more clues to feed our imagination. Penny pulled me up onto her and urged me to keep time with the sounds. 

It was quite exciting to be pushing my cock deep into Penny's body and know that just a few feet away Liz was having Paul's shaft slide into her at the same moment. I imagined what they would look like. I imagined what it would be like if I was doing that to Liz instead, that it was my thrusts that forced those little cries from her that seemed to be rising in pitch and volume. 

Penny had tried to be quiet so she could hear what the others were doing, but neither she nor I could repress what our bodies demanded.

I heard Liz crying out, and Paul's grunts turn to guttural words, and sudden silence fell. The change almost put me off my stroke, but Penny's hands on my pelvis dragged me down and I focussed on her as she grinned and thrust up against me, and we fell into our own rhythm and made our own chorus, and dropped into panting quiet as I filled her again with my pleasure. 




Bad Penny Ch. 09



I was tired. It had been a late night and a long day, and I was never good with hangovers. I fell asleep. I hardly registered Penny slipping out of bed. She kissed me and whispered "I'm going for a snack."

I didn't remember the next morning that she had made me roll over to give her room when she came back.

Paul had a twinkle in his eye over breakfast. Liz blushed and giggled more than usual. No one mentioned anything. But at lunch Penny let me in on the secret discussion she had with Liz in the kitchen over an after sex picnic the night before. 

"It wasn't that I was hungry really. Well, a bit, you know how it is. But I thought I had heard movement in the kitchen, and I guessed it would be Liz."

I laughed. We had joked before about Liz's constant need for food. She was small, under five feet tall, and got cold and grumpy if not fed regularly. Like a vole. Penny went on "So I found her, just wearing a tee shirt, which was quite cute and sexy and a bit distracting, as she was raiding the fridge. The two of us ended up chatting at the table over reheated Chinese and pitta bread. Anyway, we swapped gossip about you guys, and how we had heard each other and didn't mind, and it was a bit of a turn on, and she wanted to know what made me make that squealing noise earlier on and I wanted to know what she did to make Paul laugh. She was still high and horny after her orgasm, I'm sure she would never have talked like that to me otherwise. So anyway, she said that after he had come, when they lay together and could hear us still doing it, Paul had wondered what we looked like. He said he thought it would be fun to watch, not just listen."

"And what did Liz think of that?"

"She hit him and said he just wanted to see me naked. And Paul said of course he did, but it wasn't just that. He suggested that Liz would get turned on just as much as him if she saw us having sex. He asked her to imagine what we must be doing. What we looked like. And, Liz blushed when she told me this, she got pretty turned on again and had to agree."

"Interesting." I said. "And what did you say to that?"

"I told her that I got turned on too, hearing them. And I thought seeing them do it would be even better. Which shocked her. She hadn't thought of that - she had just thought of peeking through a hole in the wall at us, not actually being in the same room, all of us making out."

I laughed. "So that put her off?"

Penny grinned "For a moment, but I asked her if she had ever seen a blue movie, and she said 'no'. So suggested that maybe we could get one she could watch with Paul. But he doesn't have a video player in his flat, and there is no way they could watch it at her parents. So they are going to come to our place on Wednesday."

"To watch a porn movie at our flat? And where will we be, and where are we going to get one?" I asked.

Penny grinned and squeezed my hands as she leaned across the table. "It took a bit more persuasion but I organised that we will be watching it too, and if anyone gets too horny they can go off to the bedrooms. And we don't have to find any movies. Peter left some in the bedroom drawers."

"Really, you didn't tell me!" I said

Penny looked guilty but said "I was going to surprise you."

I spent Monday night at my parents' house, Penny stayed in the flat. She went to her folk's place for Tuesday evening, so I stayed again at 'home'. But it was starting not to feel like home. I wanted to be in the flat. With Penny. 

Neither of us had any lectures on Wednesday afternoon, so I went straight to the flat after my last class, a tutorial, to meet Penny for lunch. I was surprised that when I tried my key in the door the lock wouldn't turn: it was snibbed on the inside. I rang the bell.

Seconds later I heard Penny call "Who's there?" from within, and when I responded she quickly opened the door. Penny was in slave gear again. 

I looked her up and down and whistled appreciatively. She stepped back and bowed her head and said "Welcome home, Master."

Her hair was put up in a complex twist, exposing her collared neck. She had on the shiny red bra and panties with the slits for easy access to nipples and crotch, although she was also wearing a see through gown, which I had not seen before. A peignoir of black sheer material with a satin collar and trim. It was very sexy, revealing and concealing.

"I approve of your outfit, Girl. Is lunch ready?"

"In a moment, Master. Would you like me to get you a drink? Or help you off with your shoes?" Penny said as she backed away in front of me into the living room. 

I was still coming to terms with her mood, but it seemed that she was working towards some fully submissive mindset, and I played along. "Both."

I cast off my jacket and flopped onto the sofa. She brought a tray with all the makings for a gin and tonic already laid out, and mixed one for me swiftly, then knelt to present it to me. I accepted it regally, and she bent to remove my shoes. And socks. 

She had lifted each leg to remove the sock, and placed my feet down do that they were a little apart, enough to let her edge forward between my legs. Penny looked up at me with hopeful eyes and said "Are you hungry, Master, or would you like me to suck your cock before lunch?"

I took a moment to consider my reply. "I think lunch in a while, but no cock sucking. We have guests this evening, and the chance of some fun then. I don't want to be tired out."

Penny looked a little disappointed, so I went on "But given your seemingly infinite capacity for orgasms, I don't see why I shouldn't watch you play with yourself as a pre lunch entertainment. Why don't you lie back on the sofa there and show me how you finger yourself?"

Penny looked almost shocked. It had been a while since she had indulged her slave girl fantasy, and I had not bossed her about in such a cavalier fashion in some time. This casual order to perform such an intimate act (one that she was in her heart still a little ashamed of) was a surprise. She took a deep breath and recovered her composure. "Certainly, Master."

Penny rose and stepped over to the sofa opposite me. She turned and undid the tie on her peignoir, and sat down gracefully, spreading the robe out around her to frame her tanned body. I sipped my G'n'T, and smiled as she ran her hands over her breasts and stomach and hips. She slipped a finger from each hand into the openings over her nipples rubbed them inside the material. That I couldn't see them strangely added to the thrill. 

One hand snaked down to her crotch. Her legs were closed, but she drew circles and spirals on the prominent shiny bulge of her panties, and then lines up and down, her fingertip pressing between the tops of her thighs. I imagined the springy, hair-covered mound below the material, and the moistening slit that it covered. 

She opened her legs a little, and rubbed further down and up. She closed her eyes, and her head went back. I could see she was reaching into the slit of her bra with finger and thumb now, pinching herself, rolling her nipple back and forth. The finger at her crotch was pressing harder, and as she lifted her legs higher and wider I could see the slit in the narrow strip of material between her legs was gaping a little. 

Her finger found the gap. She wiggled it from side to side as she pressed into the hole in the material, and into the hole in her body beneath. I caught a glimpse of hair covered lips and wet pink skin, and her finger curling upwards, as she sighed heavily and went still for a moment. 

Only a moment. Slow movement of both hands and her hips soon followed. As her hand rocked down her hips rolled to let her reach deeper inside her, and with each stroke she sighed a little more deeply. 

I was torn between fascinated admiration of this authentic display of her masturbation technique, which was a wonderful insight into how her body worked, and a deep desire to see her more openly displayed. I was about to interrupt her and order her to strip so I could see her better when she spontaneously did it herself. 

In a gesture of frustration she suddenly pulled her finger out of herself, almost closed her legs and used both hands to pull her panties off and throw them aside. Then she fell back and threw her legs wide, lifting them up as with one hand she spread her pussy lips and the other placed a finger on her clit and began to briskly rub from side to side. 

With her eyes closed and her breath deepening she was a picture of pleasure; beautiful, lithe, young and sensual, utterly free and open, incredibly desirable.

It didn't take long. She frigged herself hard and fast, panting and gasping, her legs shaking and jerking as she came. 

I was interested to see that as she got closer to coming she moved her hand that had been holding herself open, bringing it around and underneath her bottom. I could see she was pushing her middle finger into her pussy from below, but the tip of her index finger was on, and maybe a little in, her bottom. Anal play had become integral to her pleasure.

Of course I had a raging hard on by the time she had stopped jerking and lay gasping with her legs open and pussy exposed. 

Tara had shaved her some weeks before, but I had insisted she grow her hair back, and now it was nearly fully grown out, curly and dark, framing the delicate pink and slightly purple tinged inner lips that glistened with her arousal. She looked utterly fuckable, but I was determined to resist that temptation in case I got a chance to play with Liz later. Or at least to play with Penny while Paul and Liz watched. I did not want to find myself unable to come because I had exhausted myself earlier. But Penny looked too good not to play with now. I decided to have a little light starter to my lunch. 

She made no resistance as I pushed her legs a little wider and drew closer to her crotch. From a few inches away the folds and creases and wrinkles of her labia were so delicate and complicated that I wondered how they stood up to the pounding and rubbing they endured. And the scent of her... how can I describe that fragrance? Light and delicate, with hints of heavy musk. Mouth-watering. 

She moaned as I lapped her sex from top to bottom and back again, pushing my tongue in as far as I could to drag the sweet liqueur from her lips. I spread her with my fingers and swirled around her whole vulva, licking every part and finishing with a kiss planted on her engorged clitoris. 

She writhed and cried out "No! No!"

Normally I would have heeded her call, knowing how such over-stimulation after orgasm could go from pleasure to irritation very quickly, but I was into the game now. I looked up the length of her and said sternly "Did you just say 'no' to your Master's pleasure? I will kiss and suck and finger any part of this body whenever I please!"

I sucked her clitoris and buzzed it. She leapt and cried out. I did it again. Five more times and she was beyond stimulation, her nerves overloaded. She no longer jumped or cried, merely moaned a little and lay flaccid like a rag doll. Not so much fun. 

I let her get her breath back for a moment and then said "Now we shall have lunch. And after I will watch you do it again. But this time you may use a butt plug and a vibrating dildo."

I pulled her upright and noted the look of surprise, and the frisson of fear and pleasure that my words had aroused. She meekly smiled and said "Yes, Master."

We ate at the dining table which was folded down to its smallest size and tucked back into the kitchen behind the folding partition that separated it from the living area. I asked her about the arrangements for the evening, and quizzed her about what she would do in various scenarios that might arise. The most likely thing to happen would be that after dinner we would put on the film, everyone would get horny, I would play with Penny a bit and Liz would get too aroused and embarrassed and she would drag Paul off to the bedroom to shag her. 

So we had to restrain our play, only going a little further than them to encourage them along. Penny was not to strip off and give me a blow job in the first ten minutes. Or jump on Paul. Unless specifically invited to do so. 

I could tell the talk of sharing with Liz was getting her turned on again. She had agreed that Paul was "cute and nice and all," but she had averred that Liz fascinated her. So tiny and pretty and sexy. Penny really wanted to see her nude, and play with her, and thought she would look fantastic riding my cock. I had to agree with that idea. However, I had already set Penny a task, so when she rose to clear away the dishes I interrupted her, and said "Not now. Go and get your toys and come back to the sofa with them. And lube. I want to see you put your plug in."

She blushed, but nodded and said "Yes, Master."

I had her throw off the robe entirely, and remove her bra before she knelt up on the sofa cushions and began spreading lubricating gel on her bottom. 

She did it slowly and made sure I could see every movement, every stage of the process to relax and ease open her asshole, penetrating herself first with a finger, and then with two. She rubbed her clit at the same time, and I told her to open her legs a little more, and show me her pussy. She spread it with two fingers, and at my command finger fucked her ass. Again I found myself filled with a sense of power and control, and amazement. This girl was truly under my command, doing things that she would not have dreamt of a year ago, things that only a few months ago she would have denied she would ever do, willingly or no. She was more naked, more exposed, more vulnerable than I could have thought possible. 

Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac. It also tends to corrupt. I was turned on and reckless. I ordered her to put one finger in her bottom from each hand. Her two index fingers went inside her, and I told her to pull them to each side, stretching herself open so I could see into her asshole. 

She did it.

I still find it hard to believe. I still find the memory exciting. 

I looked into her body, and knew that she was mine to the core.

Wordlessly I handed her a butt-plug. She knew what to do.

With one hand keeping her buttocks spread she showed me how she could use it. She pressed

deeper and deeper with the tapered plug that stretched her wider. Every now and then I ordered her to stop, to hold that position, to reach under herself to pull open her pussy lips so I could see inside her there as well, or to pop the plug out so I could see if her bottom stayed open. 

I had her use the vibrator, which had arrived in the post a couple of days before, to open her pussy. It was the first time out of the box, a Non-Doctor in black and gold, with changeable heads. She just had the standard blunt point on it, but it looked spectacular against her skin, and stunning when it was pushed into her so the head was buried and the gold ring just showed. Deeper in, past the ring, the ribbed black shaft between her wet pink lips made me think of the boy in France that she refused. She hadn't let him take her virginity, but she had sucked him off and he had fingered her and licked her out. Now I had seen her have sex with other men I wondered what it would be like to watch her with a black guy, his dark shaft pounding her pussy. Or her ass.

I shook myself out of that reverie. It was a strange fantasy, one that I kept having. It disturbed me, as well as exciting me. I wondered what it meant for me and Penny that I dreamed of seeing her fucked by other men, in front of other men, dozens of them, every size and shape and colour. And in my dreams she enjoyed it. And I knew that in reality she would enjoy it. Like she was now enjoying showing me herself, showing me how she could fuck her ass and pussy at the same time. 

She was coming. Butt plug popping in and out rapidly, vibrator pushed deep inside, finger frigging her clit, Penny cried out and shook. She arched her back and pushed the plug home, leaving it in place, and reached to hold the vibe which had almost popped out. She whimpered, and fiddled with the end until it turned off. And then simply knelt there, panting. Waiting. 

I stepped over to her, and knelt down to get a close view. I released her fingers from the vibrator and took hold of it myself. 

The black plastic glistened with her juices as I pulled it back, and the gold centre section gleamed. She groaned as I pushed it back in, and made a whimpering noise when I turned it back on. 

"Maybe I should tell Paul and Liz that the video recorder is broken this evening and just get you to give them a show like this," I said as I slid the dildo in and out and rubbed one finger on her clit.

She groaned. 

"Then perhaps I could show them how I can just pull this plug out and stick my cock in your ass. Show them how you like being fucked in the ass. Maybe get Liz to help Paul put his cock in your ass."

Penny moaned. 

"I wonder if he fucks Liz's ass. Do you think she takes it in the bum?"

Penny shuddered.

"Or maybe I could get her to finger your pussy and your asshole? She has such tiny hands. I wonder how many fingers she could get in you. Maybe all of them. They call it fist fucking. Did you know that? Maybe Liz could fist fuck you."

Penny came again. 

I flipped her over onto her back, pulling the vibrator from her pussy, and buried my face in her sweet centre, flicking my tongue on her sensitive bud. She writhed beneath me. I gripped her thighs in each hand, holding her open and devouring her. 

I nearly went back in my earlier decision. She was so beautiful, lying there in a loose limbed heap, that I just wanted to push off my trousers and plunge into her body, to ravish her and come in her, to possess her. 

It took an effort of will not to do it, but I grabbed her and lifted her to me, my fingers digging into her shoulders and back as I kissed her and told her how beautiful she was. Her whispered "Thank you, Master,"almost burst my heart. 

Four hours later Penny was the picture of respectability, dressed in jeans and a long top, no plunging cleavage or slave bangles. I knew that beneath those clothes she was in a conservative white cotton bra and panties, with no plugs or vibes or other insertions, although I had placed a kiss on the inside of her knickers' crotch before I handed them to her to put on. It made her smile. 

Liz was in similar attire. Paul and I were also in jeans and tee-shirts, although ours were not sculpted and darted in the way that Liz's was. Her's emphasised her figure very attractively. All through dinner and the short period before when we had chatted and cracked open the wine, I had eyed Liz's body with even more interest than ever, although I tried to be discrete. I had seen that Paul was also paying a little more attention to Penny, who was not quite flirting with him. 

I was topping up glasses when Penny said "Okay, shall we put on a movie?"

Liz's eyes gleamed as she said "Oh yes, please."

She was sitting beside Paul on the sofa, and squeezed his arm in excitement. They had only been going together for about a month or so, although we had all known that they fancied each other for ages. I think she had resisted his advances because he was also quite short, about five foot four, shorter than Penny. Liz was only four foot ten or so. Together at a distance they looked tall. Up close they were cute. I grinned at them both, and put the bottle down on the low table in the middle of the floor, then went to turn off the lights as Penny knelt to pop the tape into the machine. 

Penny uncoiled the lead for the remote and stepped back, saying "I don't know what this film is like, but we had heard of it, so..."

She hit 'play' and came to sit on the arm of the chair beside me. I squeezed over and pulled her onto my lap. 




Bad Penny Ch. 09



Our chair was at a slight angle to the sofa, so I could see Paul and Liz as she snuggled up to him, and their faces were lit by the flickering light of the titles. "A School Day Production" 'Bambi Woods' ....

I watched "Debbie Does Dallas" again last week to refresh my memory. It was interesting to see how much porn has changed. There was at least an attempt at a plot, and at acting, and normal body hair was, well, normal. The camera-work was less sophisticated, and lighting wasn't so good, and many of the angles for the shots could have been improved. But the sex was pretty enthusiastic and the scenarios were inventive. It wasn't perhaps as good as I remembered, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it might have been. 

That night, the first time I watched it, was something special. Liz had never seen a porn movie. I'm not sure if Paul had, but he had certainly seen porn magazines. Both were riveted to the screen. I saw Paul shift uncomfortably about thirty seconds into the scene in the girls' locker room. By the time they got to the showers, and the boys walked in, Liz had one hand over her mouth and her eyes were open so wide that I thought it must hurt. 

They whispered sometimes. I couldn't hear what they said, but Liz's giggle was richly sexy. Penny and I also exchanged comments. The fact that Bambi was not only probably not her real name but also not a natural blonde seemed to amuse Penny greatly. 

One remark we did hear clearly was Paul saying "Bloody hell!" when he saw the size of one of the men in the shower. Liz giggled, and said "Don't worry Pauly, you are plenty big enough for me. One that size would be painful!"

Penny giggled then, and whispered. "Maybe I should introduce her to Peter when he gets back."

Penny undid my belt and fly button, and pulled on my zip. I put my hand underneath her bottom and slipped a finger up between her thighs to press the seams of her jeans into her crotch. She wriggled a little, and slid her hand into my underpants. She held my cock lightly and very slowly massaged it, squeezing gently and moving just a little up and down the shaft. 

On the sofa I could just make out by the light of the TV that Liz had her hand on Paul's crotch. 

Penny leaned down and whispered to me "I have an idea."

She stood up and stepped lightly to the bedroom door. I didn't look directly at Paul and Liz, but out of the corner of my eye I saw her straighten up and shift his hand away from her thigh. 

Penny was back in seconds, trailing the duvet from our bed and holding a rug in the other hand. She tossed the rug to me and said "I thought you might like this," to Liz, dragging the quilt around and throwing it over the two of them. Paul laughed. 

She came back to me and snuggled beneath the rug with me as I heard Liz squeal as Paul did something under the quilt. 

On screen two teenage girls (well, supposedly teens, but not much more than twenty something) were sharing one guy. They were both dark haired (like Liz and Penny) and one was slightly dark skinned, mediterranean, like Penny. I don't think the comparison was lost on Paul. 

He groaned. Liz was wanking him. 

Penny giggled, but before Paul could be embarrassed she slid beneath the rug, and it was clear to him what she was about to do to me. I groaned as well. 

I closed my eyes, but I heard Paul saying something and then Liz, who had been turned toward him and not see what we were doing, saying "Where's Penny gone?"

There was a moments pause and then Liz said "Oh!"

I kept my eyes half closed but I could see her eyes reflecting the square of light from the TV, and the shape of Paul's hand reaching round her to squeeze Liz's breasts under her tee-shirt. 

Paul pulled Liz round, their legs under the duvet, so they were both lying along the sofa with their heads at the far end from us. It gave them a view of the TV and of Penny's form beneath the rug, the outline of her head bobbing up and down over where my cock must be. Paul spooned Liz from behind, and she gave a gasp and a wriggle as he put his arms around her and pulled her against himself. I guessed the he had one hand on her breasts and the other between her legs. Liz was glancing between the action in the screen and the live, but covered, show that Penny was giving. 

To emphasise things I placed a hand on the blanket over Penny's head, a groaned each time she sank down to swallow me. 

I could hear Liz getting excited. 

Whatever Paul was doing, combined with the sights and sounds on screen and what we were doing, was hitting the spot. Then she gasped a little louder as Penny threw back the rug, saying "Gosh, it's getting too hot under here."

Penny ignored her and went back to sucking me. I am sure that it was pretty difficult for them to see much. The TV was the only light, and Penny's mouth on my shaft was in shadow. Anyway, half the time she had my cock inside her mouth so deeply that there was nothing to see. 

Nevertheless Liz quite clearly came quite quickly, and her eyes were locked on Penny. 

Paul was watching too. The film was forgotten. 

I decided to give them a show. 

I only had to pull lightly on the back of Penny's tee shirt for her to get the hint and she quickly reached down with both hands and pulled it off over her head. 

Paul made a strange noise. Liz squeaked as Penny dipped her head back down to take just the tip I my cock in her mouth and reached to undo her bra. It was a pose that maximised the visibility of her breasts and my cock. 

Tara was right. Penny was an exhibitionist, and I was a voyeur. Even when performing I was thinking of how she would look. 

Penny stood up, her mouth never leaving my cock, and began to lever her feet out of her shoes. I heard Liz whisper something, and Paul's deep voiced reply "I think she is."

He spoke again, saying "She is!" as Penny undid her jeans and in one fluid movement pushed them and her knickers down to her ankles. 

I heard Liz's intake of breath, and Paul softly say "Bloody hell!"

Penny pulled at my tee-shirt then, as she worked her jeans off each foot. She had to release her mouth from my shaft for a few moments, but took my cock in her hand again as soon as possible and gently wanked me. Then she took my hand and pulled me up to my feet, and kissed me, pressing her naked body against mine and her tongue into my mouth as my trousers fell around my knees. 

Penny moved to expose my cock to the other couple, wanking me with just a finger and thumb beside her thigh as she pressed her knee between my legs. We turned a little so that the light from the TV screen would shine more directly on her moving hand. I smiled as she kissed me, knowing what she was doing, and what she would do next. 

As I expected she dropped to her knees, and took me in her mouth again. I let her set the pace and depth as she helped me shed my shoes and socks, trousers and underpants. Once I was completely naked she put her two hands on the back of my thighs and pulled herself onto my cock, opening her throat and taking the whole shaft into her mouth. I rested a hand on her head, and my hips joined her slow rhythm. 

I smiled again as I heard Paul repeat himself. In reply to his whispered "Bloody hell" Liz said "Oh my goodness!"

We didn't do it for long. Penny could feel my rising arousal, and decided that it was time to move on before it was too late. She pulled back from my cock and smiled up at me, and said "How ya doin' Loverboy?" with her cheekiest twinkle. 

"Doing good, Lovergirl." I responded, completing the old familiar formula. She took my hand as support and leaned back, going from kneeling to hunkers and then falling back onto the rug to lie in front of me with her legs open. 

In the blue grey light of Bambi Woods finally getting nailed by Richard Balla I looked at Penny's naked body and tried to ignore the watching pair on the sofa two feet away. They could see her smooth firm breasts, her hard nipples, her furry mound, the hint of the top of her slit, my hard cock just an inch away, her face as my tip touched her, pressed into her soft flesh, pried her lips open, sank into her willing body as she thrust her hips up against me. They heard her sigh, heard me groan, and soon heard the heard the sound of my cock pulling back and pushing in again to fill that wet and slippery chasm. The sound of our thighs and stomachs,suddenly sweat soaked, as we fell into a fast, hard, deep and heated rut, slapping together, combined with the sound of my balls against Penny's ass, my grunting breath, her panting and crying and the little squeaky sound that told me her climax was as close as my own. 

We drove on, knowing we were watched, a display of wild abandon, then forgetting our audience, forgetting everything but the heat and the taste and the sound and the smell and the softness of the wonderful woman beneath me, and her glorious desire for me, for my cock in her, for my come. 

We kissed softly when we had regained our breath. I was lying on her, in her, her arms and legs around me. I really had forgotten about Paul and Liz. It was a surprise when I pushed myself up on my hands and saw Liz's face level with mine, her eyes staring at me, just a couple of feet away. 

I blinked. I looked above her to see Paul. He wasn't looking at me. Penny's breasts filled his world. 

Liz made a strange little noise, cleared her throat and said "I have to go to the bathroom!"

She threw off the duvet, scrambling over the back of the sofa, revealing a flash of knickers and bare stomach as she did so, and took a step away before turning back to Paul and saying "Paul! Pauly! Come with me!"

He looked around, stunned. "To the bathroom?"

"To the bedroom you idiot!"

She fled. He looked at me and shrugged. "Better go," he said. 

We laughed, and lay there for a while and then retrieved the duvet to take to the bedroom. Through the wall we could hear someone bouncing on the bed (probably Liz riding Paul) and the grunts and gasps and cries of their passion. Penny snuggled up to me and asked if she had performed well. 

"Better than the porn film."

"Thank you, Master." she preened. The sound of Liz orgasming in the next room was clear and beautiful, and made Penny giggle. "Should I go to the kitchen and see if she comes out for a snack?"

"Yes."

Penny giggled and kissed me and said "She'll be a few minutes yet."

We had left the bedroom door open, so we noticed the brief brightness as Liz opened the door from the hall. Penny kissed me again and slipped away, grabbing a robe as she went. 

I vaguely registered her climbing back into bed with me and kissing me good-night. I had been soundly asleep, and went back to that state in moment's. I woke first the next morning, and decided to dress before going to the kitchen, just in case. In doing so I woke Penny, and she told me about her conversation with Liz over their late night feast.

Liz had been a little embarrassed, and a bit spooked by our performance. But after another glass of wine and some lightly bawdy chat, she had loosened up again. No harm done. And they might come back to see another movie sometime. And if we wanted to put on another live show neither she nor Paul would object. 

Breakfast was a peculiar affair. Everyone polite, Paul blushing every time he looked at Penny, Liz blushing the first time she looked at me, no one talked about the night before. 

Fortunately no-one was in a hurry, so it was leisurely and long enough for the embarrassment to fade, normal conversation to take over, and by the end of it we were all back to normal. Just about. 

Of course Veronica at lunch wanted to know how our evening had gone, and Penny filled her in with all the detail truthfully told. Veronica was disappointed, and disbelieving. It took a while to persuade her that we were not being coy or protective of Liz's modesty. But the conversation did raise some questions. Would Veronica have expected us to tell all about her and Tim if Liz had asked? Should we lie to Liz? Should we have lied to Veronica?

I dislike lying. I do it, but I feel guilty. It lessens me in my own eyes. But we lived in a time when sex was not discussed, and mostly abhorred, in public. I am quite sure everybody did just as much as they do now, but nobody talked about it. Or at least, no one told the truth. Scandal and gossip would ruin lives. Sad times. 

It was then that Veronica asked if Penny could go to their flat that night. Penny looked at me, and said "Did you have any plans for tonight?"

I hesitated. This was the set up for the threesome Tim wanted. I felt a little grip of envy. But not jealousy. Realistically I could do with a night off. I shrugged. "I was thinking of seeing my parents this evening. You go and have fun, if you want to."

Penny touched her necklace as she replied, a symbol of her slave collar, which she had asked me to fasten on her than morning, "If that is okay with you."

I lay in my bed in my parents' house that night and thought how strange it all was. This place was no longer home. Home was our flat. But Penny wasn't there either. She was with Tim and Ronnie. Naked no doubt. Fucking. More likely already fucked. 

I didn't see Penny the next day until lunchtime, meeting in the Great Hall with the rest of the Drama Soc crowd. Veronica gave me a welcoming kiss on the cheek that was quite unexpectedly affectionate. Tim was in very good form. 

I had a tutorial after lunch, and Penny had a seminar, so we agreed to meet again at the flat later. 

I was first home. I put the kettle on and went through to the bedroom to look at the contents of the bottom drawer full of porn. It was the first time I had an opportunity to examine it in any detail. When I heard the front door a few minutes later I called out to Penny, and she called back, confirming she was on her own and that she would make coffee. 

When she came in with two cups and a packet of Digestives a few minutes later she was surprised to see the spread of photos of naked couples across the bed. 

"Ooh, have you been picking out favourites?"

"Just flicking and spotting interesting shots. Not sure if they are the best in each magazine, I haven't had time to look thoroughly."

"I see you found Long Dong."

We both laughed. "Yeah. Got to be fake. But this guy..."

Penny's eyes went wide. "Ooh, I hadn't seen that before. Gosh. Well, she looks like she's enjoying herself anyway."

We looked through the photos, Penny asking me why I liked each one, until she found a shot of a naked girl gagged and tied spread-eagled on a bed. "Would you like to do that to me?" 

I glanced at it. "Maybe. I chose that one because I liked the way her hair was laid out around her head. Someone had combed it out that way, very artistic and striking. And her eyes. She looks excited. Like the girl in this one." I held out a photo of a girl who was riding on top of one guy while another was behind her. From the other shots it was clear that she was being taken in both holes, but that could not be seen from this angle. The picture was more than half filled by her face, head thrown back, the curve of her buttocks above it in the top of the frame, her breasts filling the lower part, her lips slightly parted to show white teeth and the tip of her tongue, her cheeks slightly flushed. 

"Mmm. Looks like she has good reason to be. I am getting a bit turned on by all these, would you mind if I played with myself a bit, Master?"

Penny looked coy and mischievous. I paused for a moment, teasing her. "Alright. But you are not to come without my permission, Girl." 

The game had started. 

Two hours later Penny was naked apart from her collar and cuffs, kneeling on the bed with her naked bottom pointing at the window. The rings on the ankle cuffs were fastened to the bottom legs of the bed by extemporised restraints - the strap from a bag and my belt. Her collar was attached to the bedhead by a rope made of her stockings. My come was trickling down her inner thigh from her splayed and puffy pussy. The pink rubber probe tip from the Non Docteur vibrator set was inserted deeply in her bottom, although the black and gold vibrator was lying on the bed. 

I was sitting on the floor, looking up at the magnificent display that she made, and wondering about some of the images in the German magazines we had found at the bottom of the drawer. 

Girls tied like this with red wheals across their thighs and bottoms. Clothes pegs and bulldog clips and complex special devices attached to their labia, inner and outer, or their nipples. Weights hung on them. Or rings pierced in the flesh. 

That idea still made me shudder. 

Tatoos. Mostly ugly, and I couldn't help wondering what they would look like in twenty years time, but in one magazine a girl was tied up and someone had written on her with a black marker pen, which had exciting possibilities.

Shaven bodies, shaven heads. I like long hair on girls' heads, and natural, maybe slightly trimmed or groomed, pussies. Don't mind either way about underarms. I could see how it was humiliating, dehumanising, a power thing, to shave a girl's head, but not pretty. In that photo-set the same girls knelt with their mouths open while men peed in them. That disturbed me. Power again. Disgusting. But there was a frisson there.

Gags. I had never seen ball gags and those metal cage things that hold a person's mouth open before. I was surprised when Penny told me that she had - Tara has one. I was shocked by the thrill it gave me when Penny added that Tara had intended to use it on her at sometime, although she had only ever used it on Naimh before. The image of that pretty redhead with her mouth held open for Mike to just stick his cock in it flashed through my mind. Or for him to piss in it. Had he done that? Had Tara made her cousin kneel at Mike's feet with her mouth spread by wire hooks and held his cock so he pissed on her tits, on her face, into her unclosable mouth? Okay, interesting, definite frisson at that idea.

There had been pictures also of huge and unpleasant dildoes, knobbled and misshapen, inserted into every orifice. Again I found them disturbing, and the ones that looked like they were painful were a definite turn off, but some... One girl seemed easily able to take the largest objects, including first a woman's hand and then a man's fist inside her, both anally and in her pussy. I wondered what that felt like, to do, and for her. She seemed to be enjoying it, for the most part, but the shot with the woman putting a hand in each hole was especially disturbing when I looked at the faces both of the girl being fisted and the girl whose hands were inside her friend's body. They looked like models demonstrating a new tea-service, or advertising biscuits, presenting this refreshing afternoon snack with a smile. It wasn't sexy. It wasn't anything.

Penny had laughed at it. She agreed that my hand would be far too big, but mused again about Liz and her tiny digits. The idea of me watching Liz put her whole hand inside her, even in her bottom ("After all I took Peter's cock in there" she reminded me with casual and shocking calmness) was incredible, but thrilling. 

Now with her ass exposed and her pussy wet and open I looked at her vulnerable body and wondered just what it would look like if Liz put her fist into Penny's ass and pussy. Or if I put something else there.

I got up and wordlessly went to the door. Penny called out "Master?" in a nervous voice. 

"I will be back in a moment, Girl." I said, with a certain amusement. As I crossed the living room I took a moment to think about that. I had found it funny, but it was a cruel humour. It made me slow my stride. Was I being cruel? Was I about to be cruel? No. Penny would enjoy this. 

I was back in the bedroom in a few moments, and jokingly said "Ah good to see you are still there, Girl."




Bad Penny Ch. 10



This is the tenth chapter of this story -- It should be readable without having to read the previous chapters, but the back-story does explain how Penny and Sean got into this strange lifestyle. It veers pretty far into Loving Wives territory, and a little BDSM, so if you don't like that sort of thing, please go no further. If that melts your butter, I hope you enjoy this -- feedback, positive or negative is much appreciated... So please take two seconds to vote, and if you can spare a minute, comment! 

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I never found out the name of the young man who was fucking my girlfriend on the rug in the living room of our flat. 

She was kneeling with her head pulled back by her ponytail as he took her from behind. His body was skinny, not muscular, pale and almost hairless. I reckoned he was about eighteen or nineteen, a couple of years younger than her. His hair was shaggy, medium length, brown and straight. He wasn't bad looking, but not handsome. His cock was pretty average too, but he was enthusiastic, and Penny seemed to be enjoying it. 

He had not been introduced to me. He had been brought by Tara and Mike and Tara's cousin Naimh. His presence was explained simply as being Naimh's 'Boy'. 

It was Tara who had told him to fuck Penny. Although she had not used her name. Penny, my girlfriend, was simply referred to as 'Master Sean's Girl'. I had been a little surprised when Tara issued the command. Not that it was atypical. 

Tara, her partner Mike, her cousin Naimh and two others a Boy and a Girl, had arrived at our flat unexpectedly that Saturday morning. Penny and I had already had a quite strenuous morning, and she had slipped deeply into her submissive persona, which she had first started to adopt under Tara's supervision some months before. Tara had taught Penny to call me Master, and her Mistress, and had introduced her to all sorts of sex games and toys. So when our uninvited, but very welcome, guests turned up it had been second nature for Penny to start serving them refreshments and obeying their commands. 

Tara had just accepted a cup of tea from Penny when she said "Good girl, now kneel on the rug there and show me your pussy." 

Penny, who was already naked apart from the gold chains on her wrists and ankles and around her neck, had meekly done as she was told with a quiet "Yes, Mistress."

I have to say it had given me a little thrill to see her turn and kneel so gracefully, putting her head down to the floor and setting her knees a foot apart, arching her back and reaching to pull her buttocks wide with both hands, displaying her most intimate parts to those sitting on the sofa. Tara watched this with a smile, and then casually turned to address the young man, who was fully dressed and handing round a plate of biscuits and another of cake, and said "Boy, strip off and fuck the Girl there." 

Before I could say anything Tara had followed it up with "And you, Girl, can suck Master Sean off while he watches." This last remark was directed to the beautiful and curvaceous blonde, who Naimh had also brought, so I had not thought to object too much. 

The blonde girl was called Lucy. I knew that from a previous encounter, when Naimh and Lucy, Mike and Tara and Naimh's boyfriend Alan had spent a weekend with Penny and myself and very little clothing. Lucy and Naimh had been best friends from childhood, and lovers for years before either got a boyfriend. Naimh was Tara's cousin. They were both redheads, both sexually adventurous and both sitting on the sofa playing with Mike's cock. 

Lucy was wearing a short skirt and a tee shirt, with knee socks and gym shoes. A sixties schoolgirl look. With her full breasts and slightly rounded hips, long limbs and elegant posture (eight years of Ballet class) she was eye catching as she walked towards me, despite what Penny and The Boy were doing on the rug at my feet. 

She had a lovely smile as well. Happy, naughty, full of anticipation and fun. She stepped past The Boy as he stepped out of his trousers, and she cheekily patted his bottom, then came to stand in front of me with her hands behind her back and her head bowed a little to one side, looking at me coyly. "Mistress Tara says I have to suck your cock, Master. May I proceed?"

I raised my hands towards her and said "Come here and kiss me first."

She giggled and climbed onto the chair with me, a knee on each side of my hips and her arms around my neck. "Nice to see you again, Master Sean," she said, but without any of the deference that Penny might have used. Her voice was low, sexy, slightly mocking. This was a game, and all for fun. I liked it. 

I liked her. 'Nubile' was the word that sprang to mind. It used to mean 'of an age suitable for marriage' but in the days when sex outside marriage was anathema it came to mean 'ready to have sex'. Lucy was most most definitely nubile. She kissed me with passion and affection, and I whispered "Mmn, nice to see you again."

I missed The Boy kneeling down behind Penny, rubbing his cock against her pussy lips to get himself hard, pushing into her, taking a few strokes to get his shaft wet, then grasping her hips and starting to pump his cock in her, making her tits swing in time with his balls.

Lucy was kissing me and putting her hand between us to grab my cock. Since I was only wearing a dressing gown that was easy to do. She also pulled up the front of her tee-shirt to reveal her bare and hardened nipples to me, bringing one to my mouth. I grasped both of her breasts and squeezed them, sucking and licking each fragrant tip as she moaned a little. 

Lucy pulled her tee-shirt off. I love that moment when a girl pulls a shirt up over her head, her breasts pointing straight out, her hair tumbling down. I pulled her down onto me, and she rubbed her crotch against my cock as I sucked each nipple and rolled my tongue around them. Her breasts were a little larger than Penny's, and her nipples were bigger, delicious and different feeling in my mouth. Fortunately she also liked having them sucked. Which she commented on. Leaning over me she kissed the top of my head and said "Oh, Sean, I could let you do that all day, but you are missing the show that Penny is putting on. Have a look,"

Lucy pulled back and did something gymnastic with her legs to lift herself off me and slither down my body, giving me a peck on the lips and kissing my left nipple as she passed. Penny, and The Boy, came into view as I felt Lucy's breasts brush over my cock. 

She was panting. Penny, I mean. She was almost sideways on to me, so I had a good view of her profile and the cock that was making her breathe so hard. Her eyes were closed, and I could see the muscles working in her legs as she pushed back on the rod the young man was forcefully driving into her. The slap of flesh on flesh mixed with her gasps and he started to grunt in chorus. 

Penny's breathing changed. She made a noise in her throat; a little cry; one of the sexiest sounds on Earth. The sound of her starting to come. Lucy was licking my shaft, from tip to root, with a finger and thumb grip just below the glans to slowly and gently wank me. Very teasing and distracting, but even when she pushed my legs further apart and started licking my balls, my eyes were fixed on my girlfriend. 

She was close now. The Boy was pounding into her. He had released his grip on her ponytail and got both hands on her pelvis, levering his hips for maximum speed, depth and force. Penny's head had dropped, but her neck was strained, her face contorted, and her spine was curved, her shoulders up, arms rigid. She was going purple. 

Lucy licked back up the length of my shaft and took my cock in her mouth just as Penny finally came. She cried out and her head tossed from side to side as The Boy kept thrusting into her. He was close to coming too.

She slumped onto her elbows, rocking forward a little, and The Boy had to shuffle forward to keep slamming her. His rhythm hardly changed as he moved. Penny whimpered with each thrust, but not in distress. 

I glanced at the others on the sofa. Tara was bright-eyed, focussed on the couple in front of her with intense interest. She looked triumphant and very turned on. Mike was also watching Penny and The Boy, but he was distracted by the fact that Naimh was wanking him. She had obviously been sucking his cock, although at the moment she was also watching the couple fucking on the rug. 

The Boy came. He grunted and made huge sucking noises, and closed his eyes as he thrust deep into Penny and froze in place. 

There was silence and stillness for a few seconds. I don't think anyone breathed. Then The Boy groaned and sat back on his heels, pulling out of Penny and pushing her forwards. She slid on her hands to lie flat on the floor, legs open, The Boy kneeling between them, swaying a little. 

Tara looked at me and beamed. "Do you mind if I get the Girl to do something else?" 

I was puzzled, but said "We could give her a moment to get her breath back, but certainly, go ahead."

Tara shook her head and said "No, I mean that Girl." She pointed at Lucy. 

I was intrigued. And Tara usually had fun ideas, so I shrugged and tapped Lucy's shoulder, saying "Mistress Tara has another job for you."

Lucy gave my cock a farewell kiss and winked at me, before sitting up and turning to Tara, saying "Yes, Mistress?"

"Suck The Boy clean."

Lucy moved to comply. On Tara's orders she helped him stand and turn, to let Tara and the others on the sofa get a better view. It meant that all I could see was the back of Lucy's head, but I wasn't worried. I was looking at Penny, who was lying with her face toward me now, her eyes open, but slightly glazed. 

I heard Tara say "That's enough, Girl. Now turn the other Girl over and clean her."

Lucy did as she was told, gently helping Penny to roll onto her back, lifting her legs up and apart, and bending to lick the come from her pussy. Penny lay with her eyes closed and softly moaned. Lucy's soft touch and gentle tongue was just what she needed. 

I watched the play of quiet pleasure on Penny's face, and heard Tara say to The Boy. "You may dress now. Come on, quick, quick."

Penny brought a hand up to rest on Lucy's head, not controlling or stopping her, just touching her soft blonde hair. It was a beautiful picture, as with her eyes closed my girlfriend arched her neck and smiled and opened her legs a little wider, tilting her pelvis up to let her licker reach down to her ass-hole, deeper into her pussy. 

I was surprised again by the next thing Tara said, and looked up to see the equal surprise on The Boy's face. Tara looked petulant, and waved her hand at him, saying "Didn't you hear me Boy? Go home! Leave. You are no longer required. Get out, now. Go away."

He looked astonished. Mike shrugged at him, and said "Better go, mate."

Naimh said "I'll see you out," and she took his hand and lead him to the door. 

Tara then tapped Lucy's foot, and said "Have you got her nice and clean then?"

Lucy was looking in astonishment at the exiting Boy. "Ah, yes. Yes."

"Good, you may return to sucking Master Sean's cock," said Tara, and turning to Mike said "There you go dear, she is all ready for you to fuck now. Would you like some lube so you can bugger her as well?"

I could hardly believe my ears. This sudden turn of events was so unexpected. Fortunately Lucy had recovered from her surprise and spun on her knees, crawling over to my feet in a few quick movements, and was pressing my knees apart as she smiled up at me. "Now where was I, before I was interrupted? Oh yes, I was sucking this, wasn't I?" 

Her mouth engulfed me and the sensation stunned me. I closed my eyes for a moment and groaned as her tongue flicked over the sensitive skin just below my glans. When I opened them again I saw Mike kneeling between Penny's open legs. His trousers were round his ankles, his long pointed cock was sticking straight out, and he was pulling his shirt off over his head. Penny was smiling, reaching up to him. When he threw the shirt aside and leaned forward, placing his hands on the floor on each side of her, she smoothed her palms over his chest and stomach, one hand moving up and around his neck to pull his head down, the other going down to grasp his cock. 

She drew him to her, onto her, into her. Their lips touched and I saw hers open, a flash of his tongue-tip as he possessed her mouth. Looking down I could see her hand guiding his shaft, I knew the head of his cock was against her pussy, pressing the lips open, spearing her. His bottom pressed down, he sighed and she gave a deep groan and raised her legs. He was inside her. Wrapped in her, arms and legs and mouth and pussy. Not fucking. Not quite making love. Something in between. 

I groaned again as Lucy ran her tongue down my shaft and between my balls. Her eyes were sparkling with amusement when I looked down at her. Her tongue rasped the sensitive spot beneath my balls and made me gasp again, and I felt and heard her giggle. 

I had not thought I would be able to come again so soon, having been with Penny earlier that morning, and the afternoon and night before. Lucy's actions, her excited laugh and her pretty, saucy smile aroused me more than I had thought possible. I had a sudden desire to take her, to posses her body, to come in her. 

She giggled again as I pulled her up on top of me and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her knickers beneath her skirt. She held her bottom up so I could slip her panties down, and rocked forward at the same time to present her nipples to my mouth again. I sucked on each one as I worked her underwear off one ankle, and caressed the inside of her soft thigh, my fingers reaching for her hairy slit, seeking the moist cleft, pushing the lips open and sliding into the warm wet depths of her. 

She shuffled forward, reaching to lift my cock, lining me up, displacing my fingers and pushing down onto me, settling her hairy mind against the base if my stomach, her blond curls mixing with my dark. She moaned and rose and pressed down again and so the ride began. 

Her skin was so soft and smooth and warm that I wanted to run my hands uninterrupted from her head to her toes, I pulled at her mini-skirt found a button and zip at the side and helped her take it off over her head. My hands smoothed over her flesh, her shoulders, into the narrow of her waist, the flair of her hips, the round firm buttocks, the smooth thighs and calves. The socks around her ankles, and her gym shoes, interrupted my exploration, so I retraced my journey, taking a moment to run a finger around the shaft of my cock where it met her pussy-lips, and touch the secret entrance to her bottom. My hands also drifted round to her front, squeezing her full breasts and thumbing her nipples on the way past. I extended the sweep, up into her armpits, raising her arms and pushing them in the air, my hands around the soft limbs as I pushed up over them until our hands entwined. She was all mine, for those brief moments, and all of her was concentrated on the shaft of flesh that penetrated her. 

Lucy was lithe and fit, eighteen and horny, and she put all her energy into moving her clitoris in circles and spirals and loops, shafting herself, riding me, milking me. 

She came. I didn't make her. Her just rode me until she cried out and jerked and then went stiff, and then sighed, and then groaned as she rose and fell again, and began to work her way to another orgasm. 

I simply revelled in her. She was beautiful and amorous, enjoying her body as much as I did. I didn't care about coming myself, although it was close a few times; after such a wild week with Penny I needed at least a few hours more to recharge. My pleasure was in hers. When she came for the second time and fell on my lips with breathless kisses, moaning "Oh my God, oh God," I was happy to hold her close, feeling her warm skin and her fast beating heart, her breath on my shoulder, the pulse of her body around my cock. 

The embrace shifted, flowing into a quiet and affectionate cuddle, and I noticed that we were almost alone. Naimh was in the kitchen, putting on the kettle, but Penny, Mike and Tara had disappeared. 

I cradled Lucy and we caught up on gossip and each other's lives for a moment, until Naimh came in with the tea tray, and served us mugs of a fresh brew. The cup I had been about to drink earlier was now cold. 

That was when I learned about The Boy. Naimh, under Tara's instruction, had picked him up in The Bot the night before. She had taken Lucy with her, and the two had chosen him from a group of young men at the bar. Naimh had walked up to him, asked him if he had a girlfriend, got the right answer (no) and pointed to Lucy who was standing about fifteen feet away. She told him that her friend fancied him. Would he like to meet her?

It was such a corny line that I laughed. I hadn't heard of a girl saying "my mate wants to go with you" since I was fourteen. Still, The Boy fell for it. And why not. Lucy was quite beautiful, and he would be a fool not to take that chance. He accompanied Naimh over to Lucy, who was dressed in revealing fashion, and it was clear that he liked what he saw. But before he could say anything Naimh said "I want you to know something before I introduce you. This is a one night stand. And we don't want to know your name, and we won't tell you ours. And when I say 'we' I mean both of us. This is my Girlfriend. She fancies you, and I agree. For one night. And I don't want to take you to our place, so we have arranged to spend the night at a friend's house. So if you would like to come with both of us, we have a car outside."

Apparently he looked at her, and Lucy, and said "This us a wind up isn't it?"

Lucy stepped close to him and said "No. My Mistress is allowing me to have a treat tonight, but I want to share. You get to fuck me first though. If you would like that."

"Are you serious?"

Naimh claimed she rolled her eyes and said "Yes. Absolutely serious. We don't want a boyfriend, we just want a boy for the night. We want to share this. So, what do you say? You want to come to bed with both of us, right now, or will we look for someone else?"

Not surprisingly he just waved to his mates and went straight to their car. 

They called him Boy right from the start. Lucy was just Girl, Naimh was Mistress. Tara and Mike were introduced as Mistress and Master when they arrived at the house. Lucy had already been snogging him in the back of the taxi, and let him feel her up a bit, and had stroked his cock through his trousers, so he was pretty convinced he was onto a good deal.

They welcomed him in, handed him a large gin and tonic, and left them to it. He was starkers, and so were both girls, with Naimh sitting on his face and Lucy sucking his cock, when Mike and Tara came back in the room. They were naked too. Since Tara immediately got on his cock and rode him, and Naimh started sucking Mike, he didn't have time to object. 

Tara kept calling the changes, and ensured that The Boy has a good time, although he was always under orders. So when they rose this morning he was ordered into the shower with Lucy and Tara, then told he had to accompany them all to another place where he might have to fuck another Girl. The rest I knew. 

"So really, no one knows his name?"

"And he didn't know ours. Tara says if we ever meet again we should just pretend we have never seen him before. I think I might go along with that. He was okay, but I wouldn't be fussed about doing it again."

I looked at her as I appraised that claim. Was this the girl I had known for years? Shy and giggly Naimh? And what about Lucy, who had been so innocent a few months ago? For that matter, what about Penny? It took me years to get her naked, longer still to finally consummate our relationship. Today a man she had not even been introduced to fucked her in front of a roomful of people. And then she shagged Mike. After Lucy had licked her pussy and swallowed the stranger's come. 




Bad Penny Ch. 10



How had my life turned into this libertine rondo? 

Tara emerged from my bedroom at that point and gave me a mock stern glare. "What have you been doing to that Girl? She is knackered! I had to put the two of them to bed."

"Well you are the one who just set her up to be screwed by two guys in row, no wonder she's tired!" I replied with equally mock dismissal. 

"Nonsense!" said Tara, and she did look a little concerned as she went on "Penny could have ten men in an afternoon and still want more if she was on top form. I hope she isn't sickening with something."

I considered this for a moment, and then agreed that we had been living a fairly strenuous life recently. I started to try to count back the number of times Penny had had sex in the last couple of weeks, and then further back. Tara joined in on the count. We decided in the end that she had probably, on average, had sex more than seven times a week every week for the last four or five months. Maybe ten times. 

No wonder I was exhausted, never mind her. 

Of course the fact that she was enjoying it didn't help with any plan to get her to rest. If she didn't get laid for a day she was twitchy. After two or three days she was unstoppably voracious. Masturbation wasn't enough. For the first time I thought that perhaps this was more than normal. 

Of course I was enjoying it. I wanted sex every day, but sometimes physiology betrayed me - men are the weaker sex when it comes to sex. Or comes to coming. Which was why Mike was also sleeping after his bout Penny. But what Tara said was true - Penny could probably do it ten times a day and still want more. Okay, not ten times every day, but certainly once a day would be no problem, and on many days and nights she had demanded it again and again. But maybe it was starting to tell on her. 

But what could I do? She demanded it, enjoyed it, sought it. We played the game of Master and Slave, but how long would she want to play if I forbade her sex? Or restricted her to only having sex with me (since I didn't want to have to give it up!) Now that she was used to weekends with multiple partners, boys and girls, I worried that any attempt by me to draw back from this swinging party life would be resented. And again, to be honest, the chance to play with and watch Penny, Lucy, Tara, Naimh, Ronnie, Sheena, all the rest of the girls and the boys, was too much fun to resist. 

This point was appreciated by Lucy and Naimh. They showed their appreciation by starting to snog and play with each other on the rug where Penny had been fucked half an hour before. Tara half ignored them, carrying on our conversation. Which drifted onto her health (not throwing up as often, pregnancy proceeding as normal) and future plans. 

While the two girls moved into a sixty-nine I sat naked on the sofa with the almost fully clothed Tara discussing their decision not to get married, and the reaction of her family, and Mike's, to the news. 

We had got on to the subject of them buying a car (should they get a five door, easier to put a child seat in the back?) and how soon it would be before they could take the baby camping, when I was briefly distracted by the sight of Lucy deeply licking Naimh's pussy. 

Lucy was on her back, Naimh's perfect white bottom arched up, her smooth pale thighs framing Lucy's blonde head. Her pale pink ass-hole and thick puffy pussy lips fringed with fiery red curls matched the colour of Lucy's darting tongue. Tara followed my gaze and said "Aren't they so pretty? And Lucy is such a good cunt licker. I wonder how long it will be after the baby before I can get her to kiss my poor bits better?"

I was startled at the idea. Tara went on "Some women have a Caesar so their pussy doesn't get stretched, but I want to do it naturally. I've told Mike he will have to just fuck the others for a while."

"You are far too good to him." I suggested. 

"And to you," she quipped. "You are enjoying the entertainment I have arranged, aren't you?"

She gestured at the girls on the floor, and went on "And I know you liked Lucy earlier, and enjoyed seeing Penny getting screwed. Wasn't she pretty kneeling up and pulling her pussy open for that young man?"

"You are a wicked woman, Tara."

"Me? Nonsense. She loved it. And so did you. The ultimate submission for her, doing what she was told with a man for whom she has no ties or emotions or expectations. It was a pure and perfect guiltless fuck. And for you - no jealousy, no threat, no long term issues, just the opportunity to watch your beautiful girl in action. Wicked? I did you both a favour."

Once again her outrageous confidence in her outrageous claims left me stumped. I was unable to answer her. Was she right? Again? 

It had the horrible ring of plausibility to it. I did love to watch other people. It did arouse me to see Penny getting aroused and loosing control, serving men at my command. Her capacity for wild abandon and her obvious joy in sex was wonderful to see. I did sometimes have a stab of jealousy, but for the most part I enjoyed facilitating her pleasure. And how could I be jealous when she did all those things with me, and allowed and encouraged other girls to do the same?

We were distracted then by Lucy, coming loudly as Naimh fingered her and sucked on her right breast. 

At Tara's suggestion I made coffee, and somehow ended up with Naimh naked on my lap and Lucy kneeling at Tara's feet. Once the coffee was drunk Tara simply opened her legs and drew Lucy's head between them. It was lovely to watch Tara get more and more pink in the face. 

Lucy enjoyed it too. And Naimh kissed me and let me play with her still wet and tingling pussy. She lifted up her bottom and sat on my cock after a while, saying "Since you have a hard on I think I can make use of it."

I found myself being gently ridden by her, and almost laughed when I realised that my cock had been in as many pussies as Penny had had cocks in her today. I almost came. That is, as Naimh speeded up and brought herself to orgasm, while Tara panted and groaned and clasped at Lucy's head, I found myself very aroused, heart beating faster, hips beginning to join the dance, but Naimh and Tara both came too soon and subsided into quiet and companionable embraces. 

Mike and Penny found us like that later. Naimh curled with me on the large seat, Tara wrapped around Lucy on the sofa. 

Penny woke me with a minty fresh kiss. She had obviously been past us to to bathroom and back before disturbing us. 

Large Chinese takeaways were becoming traditional in these situations. We invoked the House Rules again - you could only eat what other's fed you. I had Naimh on one side and Tara on the other, and they alternated in feeding me, although for the most part we drank from our own glasses rather than exchanging sips of wine from mouth to mouth. 

Everyone had dressed for dinner, and I told Penny to put something on as well. The fact that she was also wearing her leather collar, wrist and ankle bands went unremarked, although I had smiled. I knew what they meant - she was declaring that she was still mine. 

After dining everyone was contentedly full, and Tara suggested we show one of the blue movies that Penny had mentioned we had found. So I put on 'The Ecstasy Girls'. 

Better than Debbie Does Dallas, I thought. Funnier, and the scene with the hammock...

I had arranged to be on the sofa this time, with Penny on one side of me and Lucy on the other. Mike was on the far end, past Lucy. Tara was on the large single seat, Naimh leaning against her legs, sitting in a cushion on the floor. 

There was a bit of playing about that went on. Mike had one hand up Lucy's skirt and the other inside her blouse, and she had his fly undone and was wanking him. Penny wanted to do the same for me, and I sat with both hands playing with her nipples as she held my cock and occasionally squeezed it gently. 

I think Tara was quietly frigging herself as well, certainly she was playing with her own breasts. Naimh was most restrained. She squirmed where she sat sometimes, but her hands remained clasped together most of the time. 

When the film ended I offered to put on another, but Tara said she was tired, and wanted to go home to bed. She apologised, but she found she just couldn't stay awake after ten o'clock. As everyone gathered their clothes and so forth there was a low voiced discussion between Lucy and Naimh. Then Naimh turned to me and said "Would you be able to cope with another Girl tonight? I can lend you this one if you like. I will be busy with Mike, and Tara, if she can stay awake."

I glanced at Lucy who was looking hopeful, with a happy smile. I glanced at Penny, who was a bit surprised, but also smiled. 

Penny got drinks with Lucy's assistance while I sorted out another movie. "The Autobiography of a Flea."

The campy dialogue and narration were outweighed by the well shot sex scenes, and some of the girl's costumes (set in the 18th century) were surprisingly sexy. Of course the fact that the two main actresses were a blonde and a brunette, mirrored by my companions, was also intriguing. And of course my companions happily stripped me, and themselves, and acted out many of the scenes as they occurred. 

Truth be told, Lucy was not quite as blonde as Jean Jennings, and Penny was nowhere near as pale as Annette Haven, but then again I wasn't quite John Holmes. 

We saw quite a lot of the film, although I was distracted by the two of them sharing my cock like a lolly, and couldn't see the screen when they both sat up and presented me with their breasts to kiss while they shared kisses of their own. Penny spent some time between Lucy's legs, tonguing and rimming her, and fingering her, so she missed most of the scene in the drawing room. It was only in a later viewing that I saw the final scene, as I was too deep in Lucy's body to pay attention at the time. 

She was stunningly pretty on her back with her feet framing her head, her nipples hard and raspberry pink, her blonde curly bush running down along the slick wet lips that clung to my shaft as I pulled back. Her face was flushed, bright pink patches on her cheeks, her full lips dark and parted in a permanent 'O' as she gasped and panted. Lucy's voice had a slight rasp to it sometimes when she talked, a sexy low note that I found attractive. It was constant in the noises she made as I slammed my cock hard into her, her orgasm cries an octave below the sounds that Penny usually made. 

When she came she grasped me hard about the waist to stop my hips, and groaned "No! Stay still!"

I felt her twitch and grasp me inside her, the tremors of her muscles squeezing my cock. I wanted so much to move, to plough her body, to grab her tight and crush her breasts against my chest and bury my mouth in the hollow of her neck, to let my hips do what they so fiercely wished. It was a delicious agony to stay still. 

She opened her eyes and pushed up on my pelvis, forcing me to withdraw. Then she grabbed my head and dragged it down, kissing me with passion and almost bruising my lips. Her voice was thick with lust, huskier than ever as she said "Thank you, Sean. Now you need to fuck Penny. She needs it. Go on."

She pushed my head to the side and there was Penny, kneeling beside us, waiting to kiss me with gentle lips. I found myself on top of her, feeling her soft skin against me as she lay back and opened her legs, her hand taking my cock that was slick with Lucy's come, centring it on her own wet slit, pulling me into her. 

I forgot Lucy. Penny was my world. Warm and firm, soft and smooth, crinkled and hairy, spicy and sweet. I adored her, I drank her in through eyes and ears and skin. Her hips kept moving, her hands and tongue roved, her whispered live and desire and submission and inspiration whirled me away into a new place. 

I came just after she did, her inner spasms pulling me over the brink. I lay upon her afterwards, my body drained, almost unable to breathe, barely able to do more than feel the heat of her against my front and the cool hands on my back. 

The hands were Lucy's, stroking me. When I recovered enough to realise that I looked round at her, and she smiled at me, and at Penny. "Hi, darling," she said, to Penny, not me. "You are very pretty like that you know. Would you mind if I licked you again?"

Penny giggled. Which felt rather nice, since my cock was still inside her, although only semi hard. She looked at at me and said "Would that be okay, Master?"

I kissed her nose and said "If you wish."

I pushed up and pulled out of her, and she had a sudden pained look. "You okay?" I asked, concerned. 

"Oh yes. Just a bit sensitive, Master."

Lucy laughed and said "Not a bit of wonder after today. Here, let me kiss it better."

We all ended up in bed soon after. There had been a short interlude in the shower, which was relaxed and friendly, and a brief debate about who should be in the middle, but it wasn't long before I drifted off, with the soft skin of Lucy's naked bottom against mine. 

In the morning I woke to see Lucy snoring open mouthed on her back, and Penny just sitting up on the far side of her, looking disbelieving at the girl between us, and then at me. I had to grin. Penny burst out laughing. 

It was enough to disturb the snoring beauty, and Lucy rolled over with a little snort, which made Penny laugh again. 

We let her sleep. I went for the Sunday papers, Penny made breakfast, we curled on the sofa with toast and coffee, and read. Lucy joined us a couple of hours later, and we did breakfast again.

We all went for a walk in the park later, as the sun was bright, and ended up walking on out to Mike and Tara's house, where Lucy and Naimh kissed enthusiastically in greeting. Mike was having an afternoon nap. The previous night had gone on late, although Tara had retired early. 

I sympathised. Tara suggested I go up and pop into bed beside him, but I declined. She laughed. 

Penny and I walked home later, and when we got in she insisted that I put my feet up. She put the kettle on and then bustled off to the bedroom. She was out again in two minutes, naked but for her collar and cuffs. 

I wasn't that surprised. And I noted that I wasn't that thrilled either. It took an effort of will and imagination to make it feel kinky, or even erotic. It was becoming commonplace. That worried me. 

But I did enjoy watching her as she tidied up, made dinner and brought it to me. It was nice to glance up from my bowl of pasta to see her sitting beside me on the sofa, her breasts naked, bouncing as she laughed at 'The Last of the Summer Wine'.

We curled together on the sofa, and watched TV until she nodded off and I found my eyes closing. I bundled her off to bed, and slept well. 

Monday morning was as joyous as ever. She brought me her chains to put on, neck wrist and ankle, and asked me if I would like to chose her clothes, or should she surprise me. I suggested something modest, for outer wear, but insisted on stockings. 

I felt refreshed, and happy that morning. When we bumped into Paul and Liz at lunchtime there was no hint of reservation or any agenda, but I did notice Penny having a quiet word with Liz at one point. 

I asked her about it later, over a candle lit dinner in our flat. I was fully dressed, she was in black bra and panties, suspenders and stockings, with a new, shiny, red leather collar round her neck, which we had bought at a pet-shop in Smithfield market. We had also bought some other new items in the shop around the corner that had blacked out windows and a discrete sign on the door. 

Penny grinned. "Liz wanted to know if we had any more films, and if we would like to do another movie night."

"When?"

"Not sure, maybe Wednesday or Thursday."

Plans and fantasies were spun out, and we retired to the sofa with dessert. I had hired a non blue movie, and we snuggled up with crème caramel and Clint Eastwood. 

I was half asleep by the end. Somehow I just wasn't engaged by mind controlled Russian super jets dogfighting. 

We went to bed early, without even unpacking our new toys. 

Tuesday evening was now traditionally parents night. I stayed with mine, Penny went to hers. By Wednesday lunchtime I was fully rested and Penny was almost twitchy with anticipation.

Liz and Paul were going to join us on Thursday evening, so I had planned a little fun for just the two of us that night, but my plans were upset by the arrival at our door of an old friend. 

Penny was just about to serve dinner, dressed in her five gold chains, the split crotched and split cupped panties and bra, and the tiniest of shirt skirts with an unbuttoned blouse simply tied beneath her bosom. 

When we heard the doorbell go I told her to go to the bedroom, and wait until we knew who it was. 

It was Eoin. An old mate from school. Tall, gangly, balding, acne plagued, bespectacled, awkward with women, not much less awkward with men; the least sexually attractive person of any gender that I knew. Despite all that, I was still very fond if him. He was also one of the smartest guys I have ever met, razor sharp, well read, thoughtful, considerate, witty, generous, a perfect companion for an afternoon coffee or an evening with a bottle of wine and a comfy chair. 

I was torn. I hadn't seen him for weeks, and he was looking forlorn. That is to say, even more forlorn than usual. So I invited him in, and as I entered the living room I called out to Penny "Darling, Eoin is here, hurry up and get changed!" I shrugged and said to Eoin "She was just changing into something comfortable before we ate. Would you like to stay for dinner?"

He left at about half eleven. We had had a very enjoyable chat, caught up on news, and he lent me a book. It was all very pleasant. Penny had emerged from the bedroom in jeans and a sweatshirt, and had been charming and welcoming, and gentle with him as always, and had curled on the end of the sofa with a text book for much of the evening, allowing Eoin to be comfortable. He had known her long enough to be able to ignore her being a girl most of the time.

He was no sooner out the door than Penny was pulling off her sweatshirt. I knew how she felt. Our first kiss was fierce, we both lost our breath, and we stumbled backwards though the living room, shedding clothes as we went. When my legs hit the side of the bed I swayed for a moment, long enough for Penny to push my trousers and underpants down, and then fell onto it as she grabbed my cock and launched her mouth over it. 

I am sure Eoin was less than ten yards from the door when I gasped loudly and grabbed her head, pulling her up, crying "Whoah! Slow down!"

Penny was grinning. "Gosh you taste great! I've been thinking about doing this all evening!"

I took a deep breath and pushed her head back down, slowly, enjoying the sight of her naked breasts, her smiling eyes, her tongue reaching for my tip, her lips sliding down around it, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. 

She had half of my shaft in when she made a little gesture with her head, opened her mouth wide, emitted a deep gurgle noise and suddenly swallowed the rest. Her lips clamped around the base of my cock and she sucked hard. I gasped again. 

When she came up for air she grinned again. "You like that Master?"

"Yes, Girl. Which reminds me, Tim liked it too. He wants you to teach Ronnie."

She grinned again, and said "I know, he got me to show her, the night I stayed at their place. She couldn't do it though. She tried, but she was nearly sick."

"You are a very talented Girl." 

"Thank you, Master."

She swallowed me again. 

I still maintain that it is more a visual thing and the power kick that makes it special. The knowledge that the girl has taken all of your cock, the thing you piss with, down her throat. That you could come straight into her stomach. That her breath is stoppered by your manhood. That she is willing to do that for you, that you are so loved and worshipped. 




Bad Penny Ch. 10



She was worshipping me. Kneeling, praying, stripping her clothes to offer her body to me as a willing sacrifice. 

I let her climb up into me, take my cock and sit on it, fill herself with me, and ride me to her orgasm. I lay there and felt her twitch and clasp my cock in her body, deep as she could take me. She swayed, her long dark hair over her face, her hard nipples jiggling on the tips of her firm breasts, her thighs flexing. 

She was in an almost trance state, her focus on the cleft between her legs and the cock that filled it. Internal muscles contracted in waves, and she sighed again, and shivered. 

Then she began to rise and fall. Riding me once more. Building in speed. Building in force. Eyes closed and hands clenched tight, she leaned back and began pumping her tight pussy up and down, squeezing my cock and exposing herself to me in blatant way.  

Her time at the gym was paying off. Her stomach muscles rippled and her tight thighs kept moving, her pussy clenched around me and milked me dry. 

When I came she threw herself forward, keeping my tip just inside her, cradling my head in her arms, kissing me gently, murmuring her love, calling me beloved, calling me Master again, so softly and dearly that I almost wept. I put my hands on her naked bottom and pushed down, forcing her onto my cock, feeling her hot flesh envelop my shaft, pushing into her as far as I could. I took her mouth then with my own, my tongue penetrating her as my cock did. A hand on the back of her neck, fingers buried in her hair, I pulled her head back and placed my open mouth on her exposed throat, teeth grazing her skin as I kissed her there. 

Penny shivered again and groaned as I kissed her neck and ran my tongue up to her ear, biting her lobe, moving on to her cheek and back to her mouth. She gave me her tongue, and offered me her throat again. I kissed the other side, gently this time, slowly, teeth touching her softly, looking down between our bodies to see her hard nipples as they brushed on my chest. Then, as I ran out of breath again, I pulled her down to me, crushing her to my body, and holding her tight. 

We slept well. 

The next morning when I woke Penny was in the kitchen, making coffee and toast. I stumbled through from the bedroom across the main room of the flat, heading for the hall and the bathroom beyond. Penny saw me and rushed over to intercept. She was naked, apart from her chains, and the pegnoir she had recently acquired. She kissed me good morning, calling me Master again, and letting me know that breakfast would be ready in a moment. I enjoyed the kiss, but nature was calling, so I said I would be back shortly, but I had to go to the loo. 

Penny looked shocked, and apologised, "Of course Master, I wasn't thinking!" and she dashed to the door, opening it and hurrying into the hall. 

I followed, wondering what had got into her now, and saw her entering the bathroom, although she left the door open. I wandered on up the hall in my half awake stupor, and was just in time to see the semi transparent black material of her robe fall in a heap on the floor as she stepped into the shower cabinet. 

She turned, and knelt down, her knees apart, her dark bush fluffy and proud. She cupped her breasts with both hands and held them up as she looked up at me with a shy smile and said "I am ready for you now, Master."

I was amazed. 'Flabbergasted' would be an appropriate term. Speechless. Then I saw her face. She had been wearing a slightly coy look, a little excited, knowingly naughty, defiant even. This was a demonstration to the world that she was mine. A gesture of love. Her submission was proud and willing. As I hesitated, and as the shock and other emotions passed across my face, she suddenly became fearful. I could see her smile falter, uncertainty creep into her eyes. She thought I had been angered, that she had done something wrong. That I was perhaps disgusted by her. 

I could have gone to her and lifted her up, kissed her and cuddled her, told her it was alright, that I loved her and appreciated what she felt, why she did it, what meant, but that my love for her was so great that I couldn't do that again. It had been a whim, but I didn't want to treat her that way. I didn't want to be that sort of man. I didn't want her to be that sort of girl. 

I could have done that. 

I smiled at her, and said "What a good idea. You are a very clever Girl," as I walked over to her. My bladder was bursting. It took no effort to relax and send a jet of warm dominance over her body. 

She laughed as the hot stream hit her breasts, and ran down her front. I directed the jet at each nipple, and then at her navel. She leaned back, the liquid splashing off her stomach, and I could hit her pubic area, my pee dissipating in the furry triangle between her legs. 

As the flow ended I stepped closer and reached for the taps to turn on the shower and rinse her off. She took my cock and stroked it, wanked it, and just as the water started to flow, cold and shocking, she gasped and then pulled my hardening shaft into her mouth. 

I knew it wasn't washed, but she sucked me in, easily taking my whole cock in her mouth as it was soft and small. She pushed her tongue out to lick my balls as well, and as I hung onto the bar on which the shower head was mounted, I rocked my hips in time to her sucking. 

I drizzled shampoo on her head and worked it in with my hands as she bobbed up and down over my cock. I was tempted to let her carry on and come in her mouth, but I was also aware of the time. I had a tutorial to get to, and she was due in a lecture, and we had all evening to resume this. 

So I pulled her up and soaped her, and squirmed against her and she tried to persuade me that we could do it quickly, but I was strict with her, and rinsed her off, pushing her out of the shower to get breakfast ready. 

We walked hand in hand to the end of University Square, where we kissed and went our separate ways, but as we parted she whispered "Thank you, Master. I look forward to serving you later."

I watched her back as she walked off. Was that slight sway in her hips deliberate? Or was she walking that way because of the little butt plug that I had re-purposed, slipping it inside her pussy and securing it with her largest knickers?

It was without doubt eye catching. I saw two other guys follow her progress from across the street. I confess I was smug all through the morning. 

We met outside the Great Hall at lunchtime. Penny walked towards me across the Black and White Hall with a smile on her face, but I thought she looked strained. In answer to my caring enquiry she said quietly "It shifted. When I sat down in the last lecture. The T bar dug into me. I'm sorry, I had to take it out."

I quickly hugged her and shushed her as she true to apologise further. I told her she was being silly, that I wasn't annoyed, that I was worried that she might have hurt herself, that I shouldn't have put her at risk.

Penny brushed my apology aside - she had thought it a great idea, and it was fun, right up to the point where she had sat down at her third lecture and it had all gone wrong. "I am glad to hear that. But I still feel bad about it." I said

"Well, if you wouldn't mind, Master, if it would put your mind at rest, you could perhaps kiss it better?" She looked up at me shyly. 

I laughed. "Maybe I should. If you are sure it wouldn't hurt you more? Of course there is the question of where we might get sufficient privacy for that delicate operation."

"This way," she said, and took my hand, leading me out if the hall, into the quad. A right turn, along past the side door to the Hall, through to the kitchen entrance, left, up stairs, several flights, along a corridor, into a part of the University buildings that I had never visited before. "In here."

It was a small bathroom. Not a toilet, an actual bath, which was filled with boxes of old files and papers. An ancient desk filled most of the rest of the room, and three (probably antique) leather seated typists chairs took up most of what space was left. Penny stepped in first, and I had just room to get in behind her and close the door. It had a sliding bolt on it. 

I turned to find Penny was stepping out of her skirt. She saw my glance and said "I don't want to get it crumpled, Master, people would notice when we go to lunch."

She folded it quickly and put it on her bag, and then hopped up backwards onto the desk. She grinned, and spread her legs a little, reaching for the buttons on her blouse. "Would you like me to take this off as well, Master?"

"Yes, carry on." I said, kneeling down for a better look. She raised her bottom quickly for me, closing her knees and bringing her ankles together in turn so I could slip off her large white knickers. As she opened her legs wide and leaned back a little, her bottom in the edge of the desk, I smiled at the thought of how prettily and willingly she presented herself. That moment when she lifted her bottom, quick and well-timed to let her underwear be removed by me with no obstacle, was a quintessential demonstration of our relationship. She trusted me, wanted me to see and touch her naked, had nothing hidden. 

I gently smoothed my hands along each inner thigh and she leaned back further, her blouse now undone and folded out with her jacket to each side, her bra also unclasped. It was front opening, so her breasts were fully exposed, and her nipples were hard and pointing at the ceiling. 

My voyeuristic nature made me pause for a moment to admire her. I thought how wonderful she would look in the pages of Mayfair or Club, or Penthouse. Definitely too risqué for Playboy. And in a moment she would be too blue for Hustler. 

I touched her outer lips with my thumbs, half way down the slit that parted her flesh. A little pressure opened them. The wet pink and purple inner folds, and the deeper pink and red of her inmost sanctum, were revealed. So was a bruised and swollen patch Just beside the hooded clitoris. A dark mark, with a hard, red-lined edge the shape of the T piece on the butt plug. It looked bad. It was a very sensitive spot to have hit. Half an inch over would have been her clitoris. As it was I realised that the opening to her urethra looked swollen. My stomach lurched at the thought if how it happened. 

"My god, Penny, that looks painful!"

"It isn't so bad now."

I looked up at her and saw how brave she was being. Even though I had not touched the bruised area directly I knew that just by pulling her pussy lips open I had hurt her. My balls rose in sympathetic agony. 

"Maybe we should get some anaesthetic cream?" I suggested. 

"I thought you would kiss it better?" she said 

"I wish I could, but ..."

"Try, please. Just one kiss?"

I looked at her pleading face. I really had no idea what was going on in her head, but she looked almost desperate. So I leaned forward and kissed her as softly as possible. 

She shivered. I glanced up and I could see she was still upset and fearful. So as I stood up I said "There, now that might take a little time to work, so maybe we should slip your pants back on and go get some Germolene and some lunch? What do you think pretty Penny?"

She burst into tears. It took a while of holding her and shushing her and telling her it was alright, and that I loved her and that I was sorry it was so sore and that she was very brave. I was amazed when the first coherent thing she managed to say was "I'm sorry!"

I told her not to be silly, and she tumbled into a tear filled monologue about how she had failed me, how she would try to be able to satisfy me as soon as possible, but it was just so sore and now she was no good for me, and she had ruined our plan to get Liz and Paul to play with us, and maybe she should call Tara to get Lucy to come and stay for a few days until she recovered since she was no good to me.

I did my best not to laugh. She was too distressed for me to take the mick out of her.

I hugged her and told her she was foolish, and that I loved her, but she still sobbed, and in a moment of inspiration I realised that her concern was not really for me. It was for her status as my Girl. If she could not serve me, why should I keep her? 

So I took her by the shoulders and held her firmly and told her to look at me. "Listen to me, Girl," I said with emphasis on the last word. Hope sprang in her eyes. "I will not have my Slave wailing and crying. You satisfy me in many ways, but blubbing isn't one of them."

Penny opened her mouth to protest, but my stern glance silenced her and I went on, "If I feel the need of putting my cock in a girl's pussy in the next few days I may call Lucy, or Ronnie, or Tara or Naimh or Sheena, or maybe someone else, if I wish. But that doesn't let you off the hook. You are not going to be released from my service. After all, I may just call you, and have you that way, bruises or no!" 

Her look of relief turned to shock. "What? Didn't you think of that? You say you are my slave, mine to do anything I wish to. Well that also means doing it even if it hurts, doesn't it? I could whip you or spank you or force you to have sex with me right now if I wish to hurt you. Yes?"

She was almost speechless, but nodded, and stumbled out "Y-yes, I suppose so..."

I looked sternly at her "No supposing, Girl. You promised me that I could have you any way, any time. If I wanted to have you now I would expect you would be happy to open your legs and take me. Yes?"

"I, ah..oh." she gulped. "Yes, Master. I ah..." She straightened up and spread her knees, "Of course, Master, if you want..

I interrupted her "Good. But I do not wish to hurt you." I face her a stern glance and then softened it, and spoke more softly too, "You are my Girl, my lovely, sexy, special girl. I never want to hurt you. And why would I want to hurt you there, of all places? Penny darling, I love making love with you because you love it. Your pleasure gives me pleasure, your orgasms are a gift to me, make me feel wonderful. It couldn't be good sex for me if it was bad for you. So no more nonsense now about this. You are hurt, by something I suggested. Okay we both thought it was a good idea, but it was my idea. And I took considerable pleasure this morning thinking about you squirming a little in lectures, that secret you carried. And I am very sorry it went wrong. And it wasn't your fault. You have not been bad." I held her chin and looked I to her eyes as I said that, and smiled as I said "I won't have to spank you this time."

She smiled back, shyly. She felt silly. And happy. And horny, despite her pain, I realised when she leaned to kiss me, and the kiss was full of desire. 

In other circumstances I am sure I would have dropped my trousers and been thrusting deeply into her within thirty seconds, but I was so aware of her bruising that I felt guilty about being aroused. Her almost naked body, so soft and warm and smooth and smelling of lily of the valley soap and hours of gentle arousal, was a sensual feast. I desired her, but I couldn't let myself grasp her to me, explore every inch of her with tongue and hands and cock, make love to her with the abandon that I felt welling up inside me. 

I held her with both hands on her face and neck, dragging my lips reluctantly from hers, and looked into her half lidded eyes. "You are too tempting, too sexy, too gorgeous. But one of us has to have some sense. Now put your knickers on and get buttoned up, we'll go for lunch. But I won't forget this place. I promise I will bring you back here and ravage you, soon."

She giggled. 

The usual crowd were in the Great Hall, including Jim and Clarkey, who had a pair of first year girls in tow. Pretty things who had auditioned for 'The Crucible' . One got to be an accusing child, the other was a witch. I later thought the casting very appropriate, but at the time I thought again about inviting the two boys to bring a couple of girls around to our place sometime. The first year's were pretty, (Jim and Clarke never dated anything else) and if they were with the guys then they must also be willing. The fantasy kept me distracted for a moment or two.

Penny took Liz to one side and told her we couldn't do a movie night that week. As we had discussed Penny hinted at it being the wrong time of the month - which was not far off the truth, she was due. Liz was sympathetic, and did a calculation in her head- the same issue might well delay things for her the next week. 

Veronica was told the same story at coffee that afternoon, while I was in a lecture. 

It was a week before the bruises subsided enough to allow some gentle play. Penny was almost tearing the furniture up. She had tried frigging herself a couple of times but it was just too sore. Of course there were lots of other things we could do that were fun for me, and her. 

Yet somehow it was unsatisfactory. The problem was that she was over eager to please me. She would throw herself into trying to give me the best blow job ever, licking my balls and my ass, sucking my nipples and toes. She would dress provocatively, and insisted, after a few days, that I take her anally. She came as I buggered her, and I enjoyed it, but not as much as I felt I should have. Something did not ring true. There was something strange going on in her head, and it was starting to do odd things to mine. 

The strangest thing of all was her insistence on taking me to the shower every morning. She would kneel before me and present herself for me to relieve myself on her body. The first time I had done that it had been spontaneous and wicked, and quite a power kick and a turn on. The second time it had been equally erotic; a rite of submission and acceptance. Now it became a daily ritual, and I almost felt trapped into it. How could I refuse? How could I reject her submission? 

It stopped being exciting, forbidden, risky or strange. It became commonplace. And in its commonness it became unattractive. It started to disgust me. I began to resent it. 

She had subverted the perversion and turned it into a chore. I couldn't just get up in the morning and go for a pee, shambling to the loo and back half awake, getting a coffee to get me going. Now every morning I had to wait those extra seconds while she knelt in the shower and flicked her hair back, held her breasts up to me and smiled. I had to stand naked in the shower and pee on her tits, and down her body as she leaned back and opened her legs. And then I had to shower with her afterward, with or without a hand job or blow job, soaping her up to wash away the piss that I had drenched her with. 

Sometimes breakfast was rushed as it took too long to get through this rigmarole. On the Friday I had gone out the door with a piece of toast in my hand, having gulped half a cup of coffee. By eleven o'clock I was regretting the lack of a second slice of bread and marmalade, and the other cup and a half of revival fluid that my body really needed. The fact that Penny had blown me and wanked me between her soaped up breasts instead seemed a poor substitute to my rumbling stomach. 

It was that feeling that turned the act on its head again when on the Monday morning I staggered to the bathroom. I was annoyed, both by the delay of the ritual and by Penny's insistence, and by the fact that it was no longer erotic. It was no longer a power trip for me. In some peculiar way, through this active submission, Penny was in charge here. 

To take back control, I was forced to up the ante, push the boundary again. So as she held up her breasts for me to piss on them I raised my aim and splashed straight in her face. 

She spluttered and reeled, but I followed her movements, directing the warm yellow jet at her mouth and nose and eyes. As the stream tapered off I had my fingers in her wet hair, holding her face in front of my cock, and pressed my tip to her lips. I contracted my inner muscles to force out the last jet, and then said "Open your mouth, Girl."




Bad Penny Ch. 10



She hesitated, and I butted my now hardening cock against her lips again. Perhaps she realised I had stopped peeing, although I had not put on the shower, and her face and my cock would still be covered by the urine, but she complied. She sucked me in, sucked me hard and deep, and I held her still as I let my hips pump into her. I face fucked her. Skull fucked her. Call it what you will. Whatever it was it was not lovemaking. 

I took her throat, and she gagged and gasped and I gave her no respite. I was going for my own orgasm, and paying no heed to her. I used her. I came in her, shooting my seed straight down her throat, holding her tight to my stomach as she struggled for air. 

When I let her go she half collapsed, and I looked down at her with a fury I couldn't understand. Self disgust and disgust with her were mixed in equal measure. How could I have done that? How could she have let me? For that matter hadn't she made me do it, by being so inviting to be abused? She was such a passive, piss covered lump. I wanted to slap her, to pick her up and shake her, to piss on her again. I hated her. I hated me. 

I turned on the shower, scrubbed myself clean in fury, standing over her as she lay with the shampoo suds falling off me onto her, the water cascading down my body and off the end of my half hard cock like an endless stream of clean pee. 

I didn't feel any cleaner, and my rage had not subsided when I turned and stepped out of the shower. I dropped the shampoo bottle into her lap, hardly bearing to look at her, and said "Clean yourself. Wash yourself and get dressed. Now. You will be late for class."

I ate while she scrubbed. I dressed as she dried her hair. We didn't speak. We walked to the end of University Square and I said to her "I will be going to my parents' tonight. I will see you at lunch tomorrow." Even her look of despair did not soften my heart.

When I came out of my lecture at 1.00 pm the next day she was waiting. She looked up at me shyly. Conversation was stilted, and when we sat down with the others in the Great Hall I found myself chatting to them rather than her. At two, when she had a class, but I did not, she rose from the seat beside me and said quietly "Will I see you back at the flat later?"

I looked up at her and said " Yes. I finish at five."

The hope on her face was almost enough to melt the ball of ice and iron that had replaced my insides. Almost. 

I had talked again with my father the night before. I told him I was finding her passivity difficult, that Penny wanted me to make every decision, every choice, that she was too eager to please me, and had stopped being the lively, fun girl she had been. And that I didn't understand it. And that I was starting to hate it. 

He has given me one of his long looks. Eventually he said "Can't say that I have ever had that problem with your Mother."

I laughed. I was sure that was true. Mum was no pushover.

"So Penny is clinging to you, worried that she will annoy you. Now if you were the irascible type I could see why she might be scared. The only other reason I can think of is that she really does think that you will leave her if she annoys you. Which is self defeating, since it is annoying you. Of course maybe she is right, after what you said a few weeks ago. Maybe she has sensed your doubts. Is she jealous? Have you been flirting too much with other girls? You said there wasn't anyone else, but are you subconsciously looking elsewhere?"

I conceded that might be the case, denying any intentional unfaithfulness, and avowed that I wanted it to work with Penny. "The thing is that her clinging and keenness to please is driving me nuts. I want a girl-friend not a girl doormat."

"Hmm. You want a Siamese, not a Spaniel."

I was struck by that. Dogs have owners. Cats have staff. The metaphor rang true, for both of us. I was a human who wanted to serve her, out of my choice, because she was lovely and admirable, and be rewarded by her love. She was a spaniel, devoted and hopeless, with no choice and no comprehension of how to be lovely other than being a slave. 

Dad waited for me to think about that, and poured more tea. I looked up at him and said "Okay, so how do I get Penny to be more cat-like?"

Dad looked at me, and I thought there was sorrow in his eyes. "Good question. I'll be honest, I'm not sure you can. You know I like her, but the signs have always been there. She has always been more likely to chase sticks than mice. I am not sure you can change a person that much." He saw how downhearted that made me, and tried to rally me. "Still, you can teach a young dog new tricks." He grinned, and then added quickly "Not that I'm calling Penny a 'dog' of course. You know I've always thought she is very pretty."

I laughed. We talked about her being insecure, and how to combat it. Talking to her, encouraging her to stand up for herself, to be more assertive. I agreed with all of it. But I thought it hopeless. I knew that Tara was right. Penny wanted to be controlled, to be told what to do. It was easier for her. It absolved her of guilt. It was in her nature to be that way. 

When I got to the flat at a quarter past five that afternoon I paused at the door before I put my key in. I found I was full of dread. Not fear of Penny, but fear of what I might do. Fear of being angry. As my father had said, there is no point in being angry at a dog for being a dog. 

I hung my jacket in the hall and dropped my bag, and turned to the living room. She was there. On the big chair, she had been reading, but as I stepped in the door she was rising, and in a moment she was flinging herself into my arms. 

There were tears, and kisses and pleas, and I went on a roller coaster ride through passion and bitterness, heartbreaking sympathy and fiery despite. It took hours. At one point I shouted at her, loosing my control, telling her of course I fucking loved her, but I wanted her to be a human being not a fucking sponge. 

It might all have ended that night. I'm still not sure that it was better that it didn't. 

We ended up in bed. We didn't make love. We didn't have sex or fuck either. We just lay together, me on my back, her head on my shoulder, talking, drifting to sleep. 

In the morning she was up first. I got out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom, grunting "Great." in reply to her call from the kitchen that breakfast was on. I sat on the loo and looked at the empty shower cubicle and sighed. It was a start. 

We made love that night. It started on the sofa, as we watched a film. Ghostbusters. Still a great movie, and each time I see it I think of how she curled against me as we watched it, and how she rested her hand on my crotch as Sigourney Weaver vamped it up. As the credits rolled she brought her head up and said "I have been thinking about what you said. You are right. So tonight I want you to know that I want you. Come to bed."

I let her, made her, tell me what she wanted. She instructed me, rephrasing requests and pleas when I asked her for clear instruction, giving me permission when I asked for it, sometimes denying it, with great daring. I reminded her of times when she had taken the initiative before, I asked her about her desires. It took time, and encouragement, and sometimes a little pressure to make her make choices, but for the first time in weeks she did not call me 'Master', and I felt less like an abuser, more like a boyfriend. 

It was good. 

We went on like that for weeks. We didn't see Tara and Mike except when going out to a pub or the theatre. We didn't have anyone over for a blue movie, or any other games except Scrabble. We had put it all behind us, and as the days went by Penny became her old self again, the girl I loved. 

Easter passed, exams loomed, summer started. We made love at the Giant's Ring again, and in the sand dunes at Murlough Bay. 

We made love often. Sweet and soft, roisterous and wild, sharing, friendly, comforting and uplifting. 

I thought it was great. I thought I had got her back , the girl I fell in love with, a girl who could be my equal at my side. A girl I could marry.

And then we went to a party. 

Tara was now seven months pregnant, and it really showed. She had been small, slim and and busty. Now she was short, round, and looked like a nuclear missile silo. Her breasts were huge. I was scared to think what she would be like in another two months. But it was her birthday, so despite her inability to drink, smoke and dance, she was throwing a bash. It was a riot. 

I hadn't been to a party like it before, even at Mike and Tara's. There had been legendary parties when I was at school, when drink and dope and a hundred horny teenagers had been combined, and sometimes sex in secret corners had been rumoured, but this event was populated by twenty some-things who were on the pill and had just been through exams, along with muso's, bikers, punks, Eco-warriors, hippies, swingers and wiccans. 

By two in the morning all the straights and normals had fallen away, and Mike's house was full of dope smoke, Cocteau Twins and naked bodies. 

I wasn't sure where Penny was. I had been distracted by Naimh and Lucy, dancing and stripping each other and making love in the music room, while I simply stared and let the music flow through my incredibly long body. I girl I half knew, Barbara something, had tried to give me a blow job, but she had been swept away by a guy with green hair and fucked on the carpet beside the girls. It was all quite wonderful. 

Then Tara appeared. She was naked, apart from a green silk scarf, and high heels. She had been in the front lounge with and a dozen hippy Eco- freaks and a bunch of women of various ages who called themselves white witches. There had been chanting, lots of smoke and few clothes, and it was descending from a celebration of the Moon Goddess into something far more earthly. 

She giggled, richly as she climbed onto me, taking my face in her hands and looking into my bus-shelter sized pupils. "Hey, Sean, how you doing?"

"Fine."

"I bet you are! I wondered where you had got to. I saw Penny heading upstairs. She seemed kind of busy, so I thought I would see what you were doing."

She kissed me. Her naked pussy was against my bare cock, and her belly and breasts were hot against my body. I couldn't help reaching to lift and hold her swollen tits. The nipples were a dark maroon, and huge. Her belly had the start of the dark line running down it that marked her advanced state. She moaned a little in my mouth. "You can fuck me if you want, Sean. Only you and Mike and Alan."

Tara squirmed and pressed against my cock, and despite the dope I got hard. She reached for me and held me up, and dropped onto me, spearing herself, leaning back so her bulge wouldn't stop her taking me deep. 

It was the first time I had been with another girl in months. It was the first time I had ever had a girl so heavily pregnant. It was one of the most surreal moments of my life. 

The child inside her could have been mine. That thought overpowered me. The veins beneath her skin, the translucence of her flesh, the heat of her, the softness and the smell of her breasts, all spoke of motherhood and comfort and delicacy and vulnerability. The clutching of her hips and mouth and pussy and hands, the power of her hips as she thrust down on me, the depth of her grunts and gasps as she rode me, all testified to the wildness and passion of the woman. 

If I hadn't been stoned I think I would have been scared to do it, in case I hurt her or the child. As it was I became entranced by her, amazed, caught up in her body and her need. She came, and cried out, and I sucked on her swollen teats and thrust deep into her, rolled her over on the floor and threw her legs up. I thrust hard as she pulled on my arms and gasped and writhed, her incredible breasts bouncing and shaking as I pushed deep. She came again while I kept pounding her. I was lost in the sensation, her tightness and softness, her heat. I came, an endless outpouring of my chemically stretched mind and body. It went in for years, my energy and joy flowing out of me but filling me. 

I think I passed out from lack of oxygen. I had forgotten to breathe. 

She was stroking my face when I came back to reality. She was smiling. "Hi there. You know if I wasn't used to Alan doing that I would have been scared there. You okay?"

"Better than okay." I said, and kissed her. As she pulled back for air I said "I love you." I meant it. I was surprised. So was she. But she smiled and said it back. 

We looked at each other for a while, not speaking, my hand was on her distended tummy. Maybe it was mine. Did that matter? Not then. 

"Let's go find Penny," she said, and helped me to sit up.



Bad Penny Ch. 11



This is the eleventh chapter in a twisted tale of Penny and Sean, and their many friends, not least among them Tara and Mike, who are running a party that is turning into an orgy at the moment. It is littered with group sex, reluctant dominance, willing submission, partner swapping, and unexpected pregnancy - and it is based on real life events and people. Readers might want to bear that in mind (truth is stranger,hotter, darker, more disturbing and arousing than fiction.) This story should stand alone for first time readers pretty well, as long as you don't mind the BDSM and Loving Wives style stuff that goes on here, but it will make more sense if you read the first ten chapters. 

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Penny was in the main bedroom. She was on the bed with three guys. There was a queue. 

She was riding one, reverse cowgirl style, his cock in her ass-hole. Another was fucking her pussy. The third was holding her head as she sucked him. 

Half a dozen guys were sitting about, or lying on the floor or leaning against the walls watching her. They all had the satiated look of a man who has just fucked the girl who they are looking at. Another half dozen had the focused look of men watching the girl they are about to fuck. 

Tara had pulled me into the room past five men outside, who complained about queue-jumping until she told them it was her house, her party and her rules, her bedroom and she was going to get her clothes. I had noticed in the past that few men argued with her when she used that tone. Certainly not when she was pregnant and naked. The bulky guy in the leather jacket who was filling the doorway was no exception. She gave him a stern look, and said "Out of my way Stevie. He's with me."

We had stopped inside the door, and I took the scene in. The men who were spent, the half dozen who were excitedly waiting, cocks in hands, some naked some half dressed. The one standing with his cock hard and ready on the other side of the bed, climbing up to place it just where her mouth would be if she turned her head around. 

She did just that. The man who had been fucking her mouth released her head and she automatically turned to suck the other cock. No pressure, not forced or instructed, she just did it. 

I looked around the room again. I recognised only one person, apart from Penny and Tara: Ian Finch. 

I was surprised to see him. We had been at school together, and I knew he sometimes saw Mike, but I had not kept in touch. He was a Holy Roller in school: Bible club, Sunday school leader, choirboy. he was also going out with the very attractive Jill, who had been in Penny's class at school, and who I had always fancied. This did not look like his scene at all. 

For that matter it didn't look like my scene either. For all that Penny seemed to be revelling in this, and for all my voyeurism and the fantasies I once had about watching her with a dozen guys, this sweaty, bestial reality was scary. 

This wouldn't stop until the men got tired, or disgusted. She would get tired before them. Her body would be pounded, bruised, muscles stretched and sore. She would want to stop, to rest. It could turn to gang rape very easily. 

For that matter, seeing her there, slightly stoned and very suggestible, being manhandled by four guys with her submissive persona turned up full, it was hard to say that this was really consensual.

This was out of control. 

"Oh, shit."

I looked down. Tara was staring, wide eyed at the bed and the people on it. She grabbed my tee-shirt and pulled my head down to her level, speaking into my ear out of the side of her mouth. "Whatever you do Sean, be careful. This could get nasty. Keep your head."

I was still more than half stoned, so this seemed strangely amusing. I may have laughed. She gave me a withering look and said "Oh shit," again. 

"Listen Sean, these guys in here are rockers from that club Mike and Frankie played in the last few weeks. Mike invited them, but they have a bad reputation. That's why the Punks are outside. They get on okay, and Mike is friends with some of each gang, but they won't let the Punks in until they are finished. And I mean, finished fucking her. All of them. Sean, I'm scared for her. These aren't nice guys. They will shag her all night, and wont care if she gets hurt. And if you get rowdy and try to stop it they will throw you out the window. I've heard about them. Rumour is some of them are connected. I'm sorry Sean, but I can't help here. I'm not even sure they'll listen to Mike."

"Get Naimh and Lucy," I suggested "They could help distract them. Get half a dozen girls to come up here and give Penny a hand, wear them out quick -- that lot in the living room are all about to shag each other anyway, and there are more girls than boys in there."

She gulped. "I'll try."

"I'll stay here." I left her and went over to where Ian was sitting, a beer in his hand looking bewildered.

I sat beside him and said "Hi."

He looked round at me and nearly had a heart attack. 

"Jesus, Sean! Oh! Ah!" He looked scared. 

"It's okay Ian, it's okay. Just tell me what happened. How the hell did Penny get into this? And what are you doing here with all these guys?"

He looked wild eyed "I, I... " he seemed to choke, swallowed, straightened up and looked me in the eye and said "I'm sorry, Sean, it's all my fault. Penny would never have... She... I..."

"What?"

"She had a few drinks, and so did I and... She said she was too hot and dizzy. She had tried some of those cigarettes that had been passed round. I think they might have been drugs. So she asked me to bring her up here to sit in the quiet for a bit, and, well, she said she was too hot, and she took off her dress. I said I would go out and keep the door closed so she wouldn't be disturbed but she asked me not to leave her alone, and she leaned up against me and..." Ian hesitated, and I knew what was coming next. He gathered his courage. "After a minute or two she said she felt better and, she said thank you and she gave me a kiss, and, well, no I." He gulped "I made a pass at her. And we... I don't know how, but we were, kissing and, well we got carried away, and.."

"She ended up naked with you on top?" I said, with a resigned air. 

"No. Not quite. She was on top of me." Ian was keen to get the story right, to make a full confession. "And, she had taken my trousers off, and, we, well. Oh, Sean I am so sorry. Really I..."

"Okay Ian, get a grip. She got on you and rode you, yes? You were fucking? Yes?"

He was pale, and flinched at the 'F' word, but he nodded. 

"Okay, so how did this lot get involved?"

"Well, they just walked in. There were two of them to start with. One of them opened the door and looked in, and laughed, and then closed it again. And then a minute later he came back with another guy, and they just walked in and stood and watched and laughed."

I could guess the rest, but I asked anyway. "What happened then?"

Ian was blushing now in shame. "Well, she was on top, you know? And she just carried on. She didn't seem to care."

"Yeah, and?"

"She sort of sat back, and, well, bounced. And they could see everything! And they were saying things, and joking and laughing."

"Okay, so..."

Ian was bright red now. He had sounded scandalised and indignant, now he was subdued. "It was kind of off putting. You know?"

I didn't feel he deserved any slack. So I asked him what he meant. 

"I went off the idea. I couldn't do it any more," he blushed and shook his head. "They laughed even more. And one I them said to Penny 'looks like your boyfriend isn't up to it, you need a real man.' and she just looked him up and down and said 'Well let's see if you can do any better.'"

"Ah." I shook my head. 

"He dropped his trousers and she climbed off me and pushed me away, and told him to lie down and he said "I prefer to be on top, and he just pushed her back and, and, well, he did it. And the other one went out the door. And they were still doing it when the whole crowd came in."

"I see. Well, that explains it," I said, and shook my head again in silent recognition if the hopelessness of it all. 

Ian looked at me curiously and said "You okay?"

"Oh yeah." I gave him a cold glance "Of course I'm not okay. Oh don't worry, I'm alright about Penny getting off with you -- she has always fancied you, and well, she is kind of unstoppable, so , look it isn't your fault. I don't blame you. I won't tell Jill. Can I have a swig of your beer?"

Ian blanched at the sound of his girlfriend's name. "Oh heavens. Jill."

I took the beer from his unresisting hand. Panic was on his face. 

"What will I tell her?"

"Up to you mate, but I won't say a word, and nor will Penny. They used to be good friends at school, it would be a pity to spoil that. Confession may be good for the soul mate, but given that you only fucked my girlfriend and didn't actually come in her, if you are good enough not to ruin her reputation in public I would suggest we call it quits and keep quiet about it. And about what is happening now. Not a word, Ian. No point in ruining her name, and your relationship with Jill, just because you both got drunk and she made a mistake. Yes?"

He nodded. 

"Where did you get the beer?" I asked. 

"That bloke gave me one." He nodded at the young man standing at the foot of the bed. "He came in with the rest of them. He seems to be in charge. He, he gave me this and told me to go and sit in the corner and then he told the guy who was with Penny to hurry up. And he told him, he said..." Ian blushed again. 

"Tell me."

"He told him not to come in her. He said he, he didn't like, he said he..."

I fixed him with a stern look and said "Say it Ian, stop being such a fucking wuss. You just fucked my girlfriend and let her get in a gang bang, don't be so bloody coy."

He gave me a look of fear and blurted "He said he hated fucking a wet hole."

"Ah. Charming."

A dam had broken in Ian. He rattled on "So the guy with her, after a few moments, got off her and he, he put it in her mouth, and he well, he came in her mouth. And then the leader got on her. He just screwed her. I mean, really hard. And then he got off her and another one did it, and while he was doing it the leader made her suck him. But I think he had already come, in her. When he screwed her."

He stumbled to a halt. 

On the bed things were changing. The guy underneath her had come, noisily, gripping her hips and thrusting hard upwards into her bottom. The guy on top, who had been fucking her, pulled out while this was happening, and wanked to keep himself going. He stood up and stepped forward, straddling her, and grabbed her head, putting his cock in her mouth, coming as well. 

The leader laughed and said "Who wants her cunt, and who wants to fuck her arse?"

One of the men by the bed said "She can ride me next, but I want to see her tits!"

He bounced onto the bed and pulled Penny over so she was straddling him, facing him, and she reached to guide him in. He thrust hard, and grabbed both of her breasts. 

One of the men who had been taking turns with her mouth stepped froward to fill it again. The other moved to cut off a young lad who was undoing his belt and stepping up onto the bed. 

"Take a minute, Gav, I've never fucked a girl's arse before."

He found it difficult to get close to Penny's bottom, too many legs and bad angles. Eventually he butted his cock against her, but she was bouncing up and down on the man beneath her. No chance. 

"Could you hold her arse still for minute Marty? I can't find her hole!"

Marty, hands still clasped on Penny's breasts, was panting and grunting as she bounced on him. He managed to say "Give me a minute!"

He came. Groaning and thrusting upward into her body, he went still, stopping her bouncing with his firm grip. 

The other man seized her bottom and pulled her toward him, but as he tried to press his cock against her bottom she pushed the man in her mouth back and said over her shoulder "Use the gel!"

She went back to sucking the cock she was now rapidly wanking, her hips gently rotating over the panting Marty's crotch. 

The gang leader laughed and said "Do what the wee hoor says Bri, it'll help to keep the shite off your knob."

A tube of KY jelly was on the bed beside them. I was glad to see that. 

'Bri' grabbed it and squeezed a glob into his erect cock, and then grabbed Penny's hips again. He pulled her back, up onto her knees, off Marty's body, ignoring the needs of the man who was just beginning to come in her mouth. She managed to keep wanking him as he shot a couple of jets over the bed. Then Bri got on target and popped the head of his cock into her ass-hole. 

She gasped. He whooped. He pushed in firmly, and stroked back and pushed in hard again, until his stomach was against her bottom. "Jesus that's good!" said Bri, and he began stroking in and out full tilt. He glanced at the younger boy who he had pushed ahead of and said "You're going' to enjoy this Gav. Tight and dirty!"

Beside me Ian whimpered. "They started doing that to her when that guy in the denim jacket arrived. He came in after the others, but I think he is the leader's mate. Penny was being made to ride one guy, and he said he didn't want to wait his turn so he'd just have her that way." He shuddered. 

"At least they brought the jelly."

"No, Penny was very brave, she just looked round at him and said 'If you are going to do that you had better use the stuff in the drawer,' and pointed. He got it out and just laughed and squeezed it over her, her bottom. And then he just, just did it!"

Penny was beginning to pant. Her face was flushed. Her voice was rising in pitch. Bri was ramming her hard. Ian looked horror struck. "Oh the poor girl!" he whispered. 

She came. Shuddering, panting, crying out to God. Ian couldn't watch. 

Bri, and the others knew what was happening. "Fuckin' hell, Sean, this bitch is poppin! Jesus fuck, her ass is tight! Fuck!"

Bri held on and kept pumping, and turned blue as he held his breath and shoved deep. He held her still as he came inside her, falling on her naked body, grabbing her shoulders to pull against and force his cock deeper. She whimpered. 

Ian buried his face in his hands. 

This was a critical moment. I knew that if they gave her time now, a few minutes, maybe ten or so, to get her breath back, maybe have a beer, she would recover. She would chat and flirt and give them the come on and be ready to do it all again. But if they just started on her again now, if Bri rolled off and Gav took his place, she would be quickly exhausted, and this would stop being fun. 

Bri lay like a dead man for a moment and the leader, Sean, poked his foot. "She killed you Bri? That wee proddy arse squeezed you to death?"

That got a laugh from the gang. Bri rolled over, fortunately towards the side where Gav was waiting impatiently. He looked up at the grinning gang leader and grinned back. "I've always said 'fuck the orange bastards,' Sean, but from now on I think I'll bugger 'em!" He brought his hand down to slap and grip Penny's left buttock, shaking her flesh as he sat up. "They may be full of shite but these wee Free P ass-holes are good for something."

That got another laugh. Another man, one of the oldest in the group, he looked late twenties, maybe early thirties, stepped forward to the bed and said "Well since you and Marty have oiled her up I'll not need any of that Vaseline." he was undoing his belt and eyeing Penny's bottom. There was a white and pink hand mark where Bri had slapped it.

I had to intervene. I had been silently praying that Tara would get back with Naimh and Lucy, but I was resigned to the idea that I was asking too much. A friend may lay down their life for another, but to lie down and get gang raped... 

I stood up and said "Maybe you should hold on there a minute, mate, give her a chance to breathe. Bri there has worn her out."

Every eye in the room was on me. 

Sean, the leader, turned his malevolent gaze to Stevie at the door, "Where the fuck did he come from?"

As Stevie looked awkward and explained that Tara had brought me in I took measure of the man in front of me. This Sean was about my height, but muscular, and held himself in a slightly aggressive stance. His hair was dark and shoulder length, but not greasy or shaggy. His clothes had the slightly scruffy look that rockers affected, but they were clean and high quality. This man looked after himself, and was used to being obeyed. He was confident and proud. He would beat the tar out of me in two seconds if it came to a fist fight. This was going to be tricky. 

He turned his fierce gaze on me and said "Who the fuck are you?"

I shrugged and half smiled "A friend."

"Not my friend."

I shrugged again, deferential but friendly "Not yet, no, but I am a friend of Mike's, and Tara's, and I know Ian here," I gestured at the cowering figure on the floor beside me, who looked even more scared now I had drawn attention to him, "and I am a friend of the girl there. Her name is Penny, by the way. I suppose I'm just a friendly guy, so there is no reason I can't be friends with you."

"Except that if you're friends with this Free P fucker and his wee hoor of a girlfriend then you're an orange bastard too."

"Ah, you might think that. But for one thing Ian isn't a Free P, he's just a plain old P, a totally different branch of sanctimonious bastards, but they think Paisley is a git too. And the girl isn't his girlfriend. His girlfriend is sitting at home and has no idea what he has been up to. And as it happens, that girl you're fucking isn't any more orange than me."

I smiled over at Penny who was sitting up looking at me with some consternation and surprise. "Penny darling, what church do you go to?"

"St Colmcille's, on My Lady's Mile, Holywood." She answered promptly, and smiled, seeing that I wasn't annoyed. 

I turned my gaze back to Sean. "She can say a Hail Mary for you if you like." 

He looked shocked, and uncertain. I took advantage of it and put out my hand "I'm Sean by the way. I gather you are Sean too. Nice to meet you."

He took my hand on auto pilot, but quickly recovered, and dropped the grip 

"Still doesn't make you a friend of mine."

"Maybe not, but I can tell you, something you might like to know," I leaned in and said softly, "I can tell you from experience. You let her get her breath back every now and again, maybe give the girl a beer, and she'll suck you and ride you all night. But if you just keep shagging her she'll be knackered in half an hour and not worth the effort to get on the bed to fuck her."

He had listened to me and now had a calculating look in his eye. "From experience?"

"You don't think it's the first time she's had one in the arse do you? Or three guys at a time? She may not be a wee orange hoor, but she isn't a nun either."

He glanced round at her. Penny was sitting up now, and looked pink and healthy, if somewhat come spattered and sweaty. She was giving Marty a smile and said "Whew! You guys know how to party! I need a pee though. I'll be back in a mo."

She spun on her bottom and hopped of the bed, striding to the door. Stevie was in the way, but moved when Sean nodded at him. Stevie followed her out. Sean looked at me. "Okay, maybe not orange, but still a hoor though," and he grinned. 

I smiled back. "Nah, she doesn't do it for money. Do you mind if I take this sad wee wanker away?" I pointed at Ian. 

Sean shrugged. "Please yerself."

"I'll be back in a minute, if you don't mind."

Sean looked at me "You lookin' to ride her?"

"No, not tonight. I had a turn with a girl downstairs a while back. But I like watching Penny in action. She puts on a good show, doesn't she? And I'll probably give her a lift home later. She'll need a hand walking after you lot have shagged her."




Bad Penny Ch. 11



He grunted, and I took that as confirmation of my permission to return. 

I dragged Ian to his feet and pushed him toward the door. 

Outside we passed the punks, and saw Stevie hovering by the bathroom. I said to him "I'll be back in a minute," and headed down the stairs. 

I bundled Ian ahead of me, down the stairs and across the hall, stepping over a couple of drunken sleepers and a couple who were getting quite intimate, although fully dressed, on the floor. I got him out the front door. 

"Go home Ian. Go home and forget everything you saw or did. Okay?"

"What about Penny? You can't leave her with them! Didn't you see what they were doing?"

I took him by the lapels of his jacket and looked deep in his eyes and said, "Of course I saw. But listen to me you stupid fucker. That bloke Sean is connected. Involved. Tara told me. Did you see that wee tricolour on his lapel and the "Students Against Repression" badge? Did you hear the way they talk? They thought Penny was a Prod, and you were her Free Presbyterian, Orange Order boyfriend. They were keeping you there to watch your girlfriend get fucked, used like a whore, called a whore. And when she got tired of playing they were going to keep fucking her, fuck her so she cried and screamed and begged, and you could hear it, and you would do nothing. And they knew you would do nothing because you did nothing. "

"But what could I do?"

"If that had been Jill in there what would you have done? If you had been making love with Jill and two guys came in the room, and she was drunk and reckless, would you have let her keep on riding you, flaunting herself naked in front of them? No. You would have covered her up and got out of bed and shouted and flailed and kicked the fuckers out. By you didn't do that for Penny!"

"I, I.."

"You didn't care enough. You were getting your end away, getting ridden by a girl who didn't seem to mind the audience, because she was half drunk and the other half was stoned, and you didn't look out for her, you just kept fucking her, and handed her over to those guys."

Ian spluttered, but I was raging "After all what do you care if she gets VD or gets pregnant? Not your problem. Did you use a condom? Did you even ask if she had protection? No you just fucked her like those guys are fucking her, those guys you gave her to."

"I couldn't do anything!" he squeaked.

"Yes you fucking could. When the first one appeared you could! When he came back with his mate to watch you could! When he climbed on Penny and fucked her and his mate went off to get the others you could! You could have told them to piss off! You could have tried to throw them out! At the very least you could have come and found me, and Mike!"

"It all happened so fast! And suddenly they were all there, and they wouldn't let me go. What could I do?"

I looked at him with contempt, but the reality of that cry hit home. 

It was true that once it got that far he was powerless. He could do nothing. He was scared, and rightly so. Those were the kind of people that would leave you with a bag on your head on waste ground somewhere off the Glen Road. If you were ever found at all. 

I shoved him away. And took a deep breath. He cowered by the wall. 

I looked up and spoke calmly. "Now I am going back in there to watch over Penny and do what I can. At least they know she's Catholic. At least they might forget she was fucking a Prod when they found her. At least they might stop when she cries. And I will be there to help her get home. And I will never talk about it to anyone else. So just remember that, and go home now, and on Monday, when you are sitting next to Jill in Business Law, or Tort or whatever, just remember that I will be sitting next to Penny in the VD clinic at the Royal. Think about that. And look after Jill."

Ian ran. 

I took another deep breath and re entered the house. 

Maybe that moment of cool air and hot ranting had sorted my head out. I noticed something that I had not registered before: the hall was empty. Apart from the sleeping drunks and the couple who now had loosened some clothes.

But I was not alone in the house. The living room door and the music room door were shut, and from behind each of them came a fair amount of noise. 

I opened the living room and looked in at the orgy. Naimh was at the far side, standing with Tara in front of her. She glanced up and saw me, and touched Tara's shoulder, pointing me out. Followed by Alan they came over to me, and I stepped into the hall so we could talk.

Tara said "I'm sorry I have been so long. "I have only just found them, and I haven't seen Lucy yet."

Naimh said "I'll try the Music room."

Briefly as she opened the door I heard strange sounds of humming and chanting. Tara and I brought Alan up to speed. He was instantly livid, and about to storm up the stairs saying "Let's go and get her then!" but I grabbed him and held him back. 

"Alan, there are a dozen of them, and Tara knows the leader of the gang. He's connected Alan. He's in the Ra. You go in there like this and those guys will break your knees."

The door to the music room opened and Naimh emerged, not with Lucy, but an older woman, maybe thirty five or forty. She carried herself well, walking tall and straight. She was wearing strings if beads and amulets and had several tattoos - a large sun design centred on her navel, as well as designs on her arms and back. 

Even in my agitated state I was struck by her appearance. Her nearly naked body was also marked by time and childbirth. It was the first time I had seen a mature woman in such a condition. Her quiet dignity and confidence overawed me. Her voice was rich and soft but with a little touch of steel as she said to Tara. "I hear that one of our sisters needs help. What is wrong?"

Tara explained. The woman looked in turns angry and contemptuous. "We will deal with them." She turned quickly and went to throw open the door to the music room. Past her I could see several couples seated on the floor, each with a girl sitting on top of a boy, facing each other, hands around each other's waists, eyes closed, perfectly still, humming and chanting. 

The woman, who I later found out called herself Nikkala, spoke to them, as I approached the door. I saw that the room was full of these couples. One of the girls was Lucy. 

Nikkala had been instructing them in Tantra. 

I heard her saying gently "Everyone listen now, I want you all to breathe with me, deep and slow, a breath in, and hold it a moment, now out. I want you to open your eyes soon, after another breath, so relax, breath in and hold it, now breathe out and open your eyes."

There was a ripple of sighs and a giggle or two as the couples regained the world and looked around at each other. 

Nikkala said gently, but with serious tones, "I am sorry to do this Sisters and brothers, but I need your help. Sisters, one of our own is in trouble. She is in the hands of some men, upstairs, who are not loving. They are using her, badly. I want all of us to go up together and release her. Gather your thoughts and come and join me. We will return soon, Brothers, wait here."

She turned to me at the door and said "Go upstairs now. Open the door when we knock."

"What will you do?"

"Rescue her."

I went up the stairs, and found that the Punks had cleared off. I had not noticed their absence earlier. I opened the door and found Stevie blocking it. He let me in, and I stood behind him, my back to the door, and craned over his shoulder to see the bed. 

Penny was being buggered by Gav. She was kneeling with her ass high. Another man was lying on the bed with his legs open and his trousers pushed down, and she was wanking him and dipping her head to suck his cock end after every few strokes. 

Another man was stripped, standing trouserless by Gav's side. He tapped the boy's back and Gav pulled out and moved aside. The other man took his place. He quickly settled into a rhythm, and started fucking her hard. Other men cheered and whooped. She started wanking the man on the bed in time to the pounding in her ass. 

I confess I could not help but admire her. She was performing. She was unaware of the misogyny and contempt and loathing in this room. She was surfing on the lust and the raw physicality of these men. 

The man could not keep that pace for long, and as he slowed I saw the next one tap him. He pulled out, and as his replacement moved up I heard one of the gang members in front of me say "Fucken hell Stevie did you see that? When Paedar pulled out her arse didn't close up!"

"What?" said Stevie

"Her arsehole! When Paedar pulled his cock out, it looked like a red doughnut. You could near see her tonsils! I tell you man, by the time you get to fuck it, her arse will be looser than her cunt."

"Aye, and you could lose a bus up that twat already," added another. 

"Doesn't matter to me," said Stevie "I don't want to put my dick in any girl's shit hole. Don't know why you guys are all up for it."

"Aye, Stevie's a romantic," said the second man "Told me he won't even do them doggy style. He likes a girl on her back so he can see her eyes when he fucks her, don't you Stevie?"

"Aye, well, that's the way yer sister likes it." said Stevie.

"Away on! My sister only likes big cocks, you wee fucker," the second man replied with an affable grin.

"Hey watch!" said the first man, "Tom's pullin out, look at her arse before Frankie gets in!"

Stevie said "Whoah!" and the other man laughed.

"Telling you Stevie, you better pray her jaw isn't tired cause the only hope you have is if she can still suck you!"

I understood what was happening here. As the next man, Frankie, began rapidly banging away at her, I saw the queue behind him looking avidly on, and the man called Tom moving round to take his place at the back of it. 

The first few men who had taken Penny were high rankers in the gang. The leader and his deputies, who could take their time to do what they wanted. Now the middle ranks were taking turns, in hierarchy order, each getting thirty seconds or so to fuck her, then handing her on. They shared the dominance over the girl They shared the guilt for fucking her. Even if Penny hadn't worked it out, they knew that this was rape.

In truth they were not having sex really. It didn't matter that it was Penny. It didn't matter what hole they used. It hardly even mattered that it was a woman. This was a bonding ritual for the gang, unifying because they could all say that they had fucked her, all had shared her, but also emphasising the power structure. Who was first, who was last. Stevie was going to be last. He wasn't even in the queue of middle ranks. Only when they had all fucked her, going round rapidly on the first go, a little more time each on the second, some coming on the third, a bit more time to let the rest come on the forth, only then would Stevie get to screw her as she lay exhausted and full of the spunk of the rest of the gang. 

Another man took his turn, this one utilising her pussy. She pushed back on him as he pulled on her hair. Someone called out "Ride her, cowboy!" another cried "Yeehaw!"

The man on the bed that she was wanking suddenly groaned. He came, with long spurts. 

When the 'cowboy' slowed down and was being replaced the man in front of Penny was also removed. I recognised Gav as the new incumbent of that privileged position. Penny took hold of his cock, and lifted it to her lips. 

I watched this with as much detachment as I could. Help was on its way. I wasn't part of this increasingly excited crowd. I listened to the cat calls and jibes, the words they called her, the cheers as she took Gav all the way in, opening her throat to him. The cheers as the next man penetrated her ass and then swapped holes, dipping twice in each and swapping back and forward. 

I was numb for a while. Not angry, not jealous, not even caring. Then some emotion was sparked. Disgust at my fellow man rose in me. 

I felt the door press against my back, and I stepped forward as I twisted to see who it was - the cavalry had arrived. 

Nikkala pushed past me, shoved Stevie and his friends out of the way, and swept on into the room. Tara and Naimh, both looking considerably more scared than Nikkala, followed. Several other women streamed in, and the room was quickly filled. All of them were naked. 

For a moment, as the cat calls and wolf whistles continued, I thought that things were about to get very bad indeed. Twelve horny men with their cocks out, and having no respect for women, were being presented with eight new naked females to rape. 

Then Nikkala spoke. She mustered all the authority of her years, her motherhood and her goddess.

It was a voice that turned men into little boys. It shrivelled erections. It bowed heads in shame. 

Five minutes later the rockers were out the door, walking with heads down past the disapproving ranks of naked women. Nikkala had got every girl there to come out of the orgy and line the hall and the landing. The men had been shut away in the living room. I was the only male witness, standing beside Penny at the door. She closed it after the last of the rockers stepped out. There was a cheer, she was mobbed by girls, and things got seriously out of hand. 

The boys came out, the hall was crowded, couples reformed, the orgy re-ignited. I stood with Penny in my arms once I got her back from the embraces of Tara and Naimh and all the others. She rested her head on my shoulder, silently, suddenly exhausted, and I looked around me at the surreal scene. Things like that just didn't happen in Belfast. 

Across the throng of naked bodies I saw Nikkala looking at us. She stepped lightly over a copulating couple and made her way around several others to stand only a foot away. She placed her hand on mine where it rested on Penny's shoulder. I said "Thank you."

"She is precious to you," said Nikkala with concern, "Do not blame yourself for what happened to her. I saw her when I went into that room. Despite your fear, despite what Tara said, she was not in distress. The goddess was strong in her. She was protecting her She was being worshipped, even if those men did not know it. Looking at you now I am glad that you called me out of concern. I am glad I did not stop that because of jealousy. The Goddess might have been offended if I was merely supporting the whim of a single man who thought he owned her daughter. But I think you are evolved enough to know that jealousy is wasteful, and a woman can love a man and have many other partners in the physical."

I wasn't sure what to say to that. But practicality broke through. "There was no love in that room. They were not worshipping her, they were using her."

Nikkala smiled. "The Goddess was using her. Those men were worshipping the Goddess, not the woman. They were in her thrall. But you are right, they were unworthy of the bounty they had been given."

"Yeah. Well, thank you again. Now I think it is time I got Penny to somewhere she can rest and recover."

"Of course. But I think she should come and see me soon. And so should you. I think she needs help to discover herself. She is on the right path but may be going the wrong way."

I was momentarily stumped by this gnomic assertion, so I asked her help to get Penny to the kitchen to sit while I went upstairs to find her clothes. 

The main bedroom was a mess. I looked at the ruin of the bed, the evidence of Penny's recent activity. I couldn't in honesty call it an ordeal. She had revelled. She had look confused when Tara and Naimh pulled the men away and helped her off the bed, escorting her out. 

Her dress was crumpled, her bra had been used as an ashtray. I never found her knickers. 

I brought the dress and her shoes, and raided a coat from the cloakroom. Penny was grateful for the clothes when I got back. Nikkala had made her a cup of coffee, and was sitting with her at the kitchen table. They were talking quietly, and she looked quite sober. 

I helped her on with the dress and coat, and said I would call a taxi, but Penny said she would like to walk. "No," I said firmly, which caused Nikkala to raise an eyebrow. "Those guys are out there on the streets somewhere. They may be hanging around just down the road. I'm not going to risk that."

Nikkala looked a little more approving of my actions then, but there was still some concern. I went to phone a cab. It arrived a couple of minutes later, just as Nikkala and Penny were exchanging phone numbers. I thanked her again as I walked Penny to the door, and she grabbed me and gave me a hug, unexpectedly.

"I need to talk to you about her. I'm worried about her," she whispered in my ear. Then she gave me a serious look and said "You think I am some sort of nutcase don't you? In my day job I'm a social worker. I look after battered women and junkies. I know what I'm talking about. Call me."

We didn't see any of the rockers on the road. We hardly spoke on the way. She was tired and still a bit stoned. I brought Penny straight to the bathroom, and helped her strip. I ushered her into the shower and turned on the taps, and quickly started to remove my own clothes. 

When I had pulled my shirt over my head I was surprised to see her kneeling in the shower, holding her breasts up towards me. 

I stepped over to her and looked down at her and said "What are you doing."

"Please Sean."

"I told you, never again. I told you darling, I don't want this from you."

She looked at me with desperate pleading. "I want this. I need this. Please Sean."

"No. Stop being silly."

"Please, Sean. I betrayed you. I was unfaithful to you, I gave myself to them, I need you to take me back, make me yours again, wash me clean. Please, Master, forgive me, make me yours again."

For the first time that night, for the first time in months, I was disgusted by her. I nearly did it. My bladder was full. I could have fulfilled her desire to abase herself, washed her self-perceived sins away, take her back as my slave. But I was angry enough not to give her that comfort. 

I turned and was about to walk from the bathroom, but I paused at the door to say "I love you Penny, and you are still my girlfriend, if that is what you want." I looked round at her. She was crying, in a heap on the floor of the shower.

I could not give her the shower she wanted, but I washed her with warm water and soap, and conditioned her hair, after two goes with the shampoo. I helped her cleanse herself, but it was only later that I knew it was the wrong type of clean. 

I wrapped her in towels and lead her to the bedroom. I got out her pyjamas, the cotton ones that her mother bought her, which she had brought from home. She fell asleep curled about me. I lay thinking of what Nikkala had said. What had she meant? Why did she want to talk to me? Why was she worried about Penny?

Apart from the obvious reasons.

Sleep was a long time coming. 

(Interlude)

The coffee Nikkala gave me was strong but not bitter. I almost laughed at the thought as suited the woman herself. Fifty something I now knew, grey hairs showing, liver spots on her hands. She was wearing a dark suit and white blouse, sensible shoes, just a touch of dark lip colour. Quite different to our last meeting. 

I met her, and had last seen her, on the night of the party at Mike's house when my girlfriend Penny was being gang-banged by a dozen men in the bedroom, and Nikkala had led the rescue effort. That was over a month ago now.

Nikkala had been naked that night, apart from the beads she wore. I had thought her a hippy chick. That she was running a Tantric sex class and talked about The Goddess had reinforced the impression. Now, in her office, with the nameplate "Ms N Quinn" on the door and a computer on the desk, she looked considerably more like a Social Worker. 




Bad Penny Ch. 11



"I'm glad you came to see me, Sean. And I know that this might sound harsh to start with, but I'm glad to hear that Penny has had a reaction. Anger, denial, grief, guilt, are all quite normal after an assault like that. My fear that night was that she seemed to me to be, well, revelling in it."

"Nikkala, I think you misunderstand me. Her guilt and depression and grief aren't about what was done to her. It isn't about that at all. So far as she is concerned she wasn't assaulted."

Nikkala softly said "Ah." She waited for me to go on. 

"She feels a little guilty about having encouraged them and about having enjoyed it so much, but it isn't shame, or blaming herself, she doesn't feel like a victim. It is only because she knew that I would not approve, that I hadn't given her permission to do it. But the main thing that is driving her mad is that what with one thing and another we haven't been able to have sex since. Partly because she is horny and frustrated, but mostly because she is screwed up by some weird ideas she has about me. She is guilt ridden because she can't 'serve my needs'. I have tried to talk her out of it but she is getting more extreme. She wants to debase herself, to be punished, for me to, well, abuse her."

Nikkala had nodded throughout this torrent of my despair. "Well, Sean, that is interesting. Perhaps not unexpected. I had feared that she was, well, self destructive, and had a distorted self image, after seeing her that night. What you have said seems to confirm that, although not quite as I had imagined. Would you mind telling me a little more about Penny's background, and your relationship with her?"

I poured it out. Under her gentle and non-judgemental questioning I told Nikkala everything. Penny's strict religious upbringing, her older, old-fashioned father, how we met, broke up, got together again, how I took her virginity, how we got into swapping and swinging with Mike and Tara, how she had flung herself into it, and into submission, bondage, anal sex, lesbianism, declaring me her Master, wearing a collar or a jewellery chain to represent her slavery, and how she had slipped further into demonstrating her devotion by more and more debasing acts, treating every whim as a command, seeking constantly to please me, demanding that I piss on her to mark her, since I would not let her get a slave tattoo, although she begged me to let her have my name inked on her. 

I told her of how I had tried to stop the downward slide, that I had kept away from the swinging group and insisted on her making choices and decisions about how to dress and what to eat and what movie we would see, and how I had tried to make our sex life back into a love life. How I wanted a girlfriend, not a slave, and how it had seemed that she was growing and developing and coming right again before that fateful party.

And I told her about how Penny had been in the last month, how she had again begged me to pee on her, to accept her slave hood. How I refused, and how Penny was now desperate to serve me, to make sure that I was sexually satisfied despite her inability.

"You haven't said much about Tara in all this. Am I right in thinking that she has been an influence on Penny? And on you?"

I shrugged. I told her that I didn't like to discuss other people's secrets, but yes, Tara and Mike were the couple in question who had brought us into the swinging lifestyle, and yes, Tara was the one who started the domination games. And who encouraged Penny into more extreme sex and submission.

Nikkala nodded. "I appreciate your discretion as well as your candour. I have to be discrete too, professionally. But I suspected as much."

Light dawned. "You know Tara because of what happened to her, when she was a kid?"

She gave me an appraising look. Then said "We are not supposed to make friends with clients, but sometimes... You know then, about that?"

"Her brother..."

"Yes. I have often felt that Tara has a long way to go yet. I have hopes for her though. She started to get interested in spiritual ideas that were close to mine, but in recent years... Anyway, to get back to Penny, you mentioned her 'inability' to have sex for the last month. You didn't say why. I take it that it is a result if what was done to her?"

"It started the next day. Cystitis and Thrush. I took her to the STD clinic on the Monday, and they checked her out, blood tests and all, and called her back on the Friday. More tests, another internal examination. The story came out because they demanded names - gonorrhoea is reportable. She couldn't give them, they agreed it was rape, Police got called. She wouldn't co-operate with them, saying it wasn't. I got interviewed. I could give names, and descriptions, but they won't do anything without her. The cops were pretty nasty to me, until I suggested that she was scared, and told them what I had heard about those men. Then the cops agreed. They knew some of the names. Those guys are real trouble. Of course I got tested, and so did Mike, and Tara. We are all clear. I told Ian to go in, he didn't want to but I threatened to tell his girlfriend. Luckily he was clear too. Seems like it was one of the gang. Or maybe all of them. They found lesions as well. She hadn't told me she had been passing blood."

"Poor girl. Will she be okay?" 

"Fingers crossed. She is healing and the drugs are working, and she should get the all clear soon. But it is her head that is worrying me. She is, well, just mad. Crying and clingy and telling me I should leave her and begging me not to. She even tried setting up evenings with other girls for me. And she just won't do anything for herself. I have to choose every meal, every TV program, where we go, what she does. It is driving me nuts."

We talked for a long time. About Penny, about me, about her. We got onto religion and spirituality, Tantra and sex in all it's varied wonder. We kept circling back to what I wanted, how I had felt, how Penny had acted in all sorts of situations. It came back to a discussion about the effect that the infection was having on her self image. I wondered aloud if there was more than I knew about, since Penny seemed so incredibly freaked out and would not let me touch her bare skin at all. Nikkala gave me a sharp look when I said that, and asked why.

"Paranoid about giving me it. Says she is still infectious. Although I find it hard to believe after two courses of antibiotics. She says we have to wait a few weeks"

Nikkala shook her head and said "Nonsense. Hang on a moment, I will ring the Unit."

She called the GUM unit at the hospital and spoke to Penny (and my) consultant. I wasn't surprised that they were on first name terms. She told him truthfully that she had me in her office, talking about Penny, although the implication that this was official was a lie by omission. She filled me in on the consultant's responses.

It was another layer of complexity to consider. We had more coffee, and time wore on. 

We came to a silent pause in the end, after I had commented that I was scared that Penny now seemed to be testing my resolve, trying to push me away, and that it was beginning to work. 

"You care for her. You want to help her. But you fear that she will become dependent on you. You don't want to make that commitment. Because you think that you will leave her. You don't see yourself staying forever. But you feel you can't leave her because she is vulnerable. Yes?"

"Yes. I suppose you are right. Yes," I said miserably. 

"You are not a client, so I can advise you as a friend. I wouldn't say this normally, and it goes against my usual beliefs, but this is a strange case. She needs help. I think she needs professional help, but I absolutely believe you are right in saying she won't take it. So if you want to help her then I think you have very few choices and all of them are hard.". She ticked them off on her fingers "One: You could leave her. It might be best for you in the long and short run, and she might be jolted into action. But she would be left vulnerable. Most likely she would seek out another man who would dominate her and abuse her. "Two: remain her boyfriend, but insist she live with her parents. Send her home. They would give her the stability and control she needs, and she would not look for another man, and she might revert to habits from childhood - still open to manipulation and still submissive, but at least in some sort of socially functional, controlled way. But in the end, you would have to take her back to live with you, or leave her. She might be a bit better, but ... Three: (and this by the way is the solution that I find it incredible that I am suggesting) bite the bullet and be it. Do what she needs you to do. Be her Master. Dominate her. Give her the control and sense of being owned that she needs. Then, slowly, you might be able to get her to accept more responsibility to please you. Reward her, as her Master, as a good slave, for making your life easier by taking care of herself. The downside is that you may find it hard to get her to do that, and if you leave her in the end she may collapse back into submissive mode and find a willing abuser. I also want to say that I am only suggesting you do this because having talked to you I trust you. I think you have her best interest in mind. I don't think that you want to abuse her, or enjoy it. Although you are not immune to the rush of power and the joy of dominance. But your disgust at her 'crawling' strikes me as the right attitude, as long as you can control the anger. To do this you would have to play a long game. And to be honest, I suspect that Penny will never be the girl you want her to be. She will never be carefree and independent and spontaneous. She might be wild and a libertine, as long as she has your permission, but she will always look for external validation, and be vulnerable to undermining. I have seen hundreds of women like her, in abusive relationships, bringing the abuse on themselves. Convinced it is their fault. And convinced that is what love is all about. "

"But I don't want to do that. I love her, yes, and that is why I don't want to do those things to her."

"But to her that is love. Those men, let's be honest here, raped her and used her and didn't care a damn about her. But she felt loved by them."

I goggled in horror. The idea was appalling. 

"I mean it. She felt loved. Because they were willing to have sex with her, proving she was sexy, lovely, lovable, attractive. Deep down it showed her that they thought she was a good mate, potential mother of their children, partner for life. And they proved themselves worthy because they acted like Alpha males, taking her without asking, assuming her submission and inferiority."

I shook my head. This made no sense. 

She smiled and said "You don't get it. Which is good. That is why I can suggest it to you. If you got it then you would be the sort of man who would take advantage of it. You would abuse her. But I don't think you would. Which is why I fear that you couldn't do it. If you try to be her Master, you might just perpetuate her submissive desires, fail to meet them, and find yourself back in the same state in six months or a year. I you do this you have to lead her to independence, not drive her, and not find her own way. It will be hard to do. And as I say, you might never get there."

I began to see what she was saying, and to see the problems. "But it might be the best thing to try. I can't leave her. And I can't send her back to her parents. That wouldn't work. And you are right, treating her like a grown up and an equal isn't working. Being gentle isn't doing it."

"Tantra might help. Not just the sex part, but meditation and developing her inner world. I can help with that. If you like."

We talked on for a little longer, and I made up my mind. I returned home with a new purpose. 

Penny was in the living room when I arrived back. 

She was dressed in comfortable, but scruffy, sweatshirt and sweatpants. Her hair was caught in an untidy knot at the back. She had no make-up on, and her nails were uneven and unpolished. I had not realised how she had given up on her personal grooming. It was so unlike her. She didn't look up, or speak to me as I entered. 

I took a deep breath and went to stand before her. I spoke in a gentle tone as I said "What have you been up to today?"

"Not a lot."

"Well, I have an idea for this evening. Would you like to go and get changed to go out?"

She looked listless and said "Okay."

No enthusiasm, no energy, no curiosity. 

"Maybe you had better have a bath first?" I said. "Or a shower. It would be quicker."

"Yeah, okay."

She got up and sloped off toward the bathroom as I made myself a cup of coffee. I gave her a few minutes, and then went to the bathroom door. I heard the shower start. I stripped. 

When I opened the door to the bathroom she was standing with her back to me, her head under the running water. She didn't hear me cross the room, and jumped in surprise when I touched her shoulder. 

I spun her round to face me and looked her up and down. She covered herself with her hands and said "What are you doing?"

"Deciding." I said, in quite a hard, cold tone. 

"What?"

"Whether to keep you. You know, I think I shall."

"What?" she said again, looking slightly fearful. 

I reached out and grabbed her hair. I pushed her down to her knees and bent her head back. She looked up at me with wide eyes. It was the most alive she had looked for days. I turned off the water. 

"I wanted you to be my girlfriend Penny Harty. But I have changed my mind. You are much better as a slave. So I am going to keep you as my Girl. Now move your hands, I want to see your tits, Girl."

The look on her face was mixed: fear and elation. She slid her hands back from her breasts. "Good. Nice tits. I like sucking them, and seeing them, and being wanked over them. Remember that. If you want to please me you will not conceal them from again. You will have to wear clothes of course. And lingerie that conceals and reveals is pleasing, but if I ever walk in a room were you are naked you are never to cover them with your hands again. They are mine to look at whenever I wish. Understand?"

Her voice almost cracked as she said "Yes, Master."

"And your cunt." I said, harshly. Her eyes went wide again. I almost never used that word. I would call it her 'pussy' but the 'C' word was crude, not part of my normal vocabulary. "If you ever cover your cunt again I will punish you. From now on it is not your cunt at all. It is mine. Mine to look at and mine to fuck. And you will not show it to anyone else or let them touch it or fuck it, or your ass, without my permission. You will not suck anyone else's cock, or lick their cunt without my permission. You will not show your tits to others without my permission. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," this time her voice was steadier. 

"And you will never lie to me again to avoid having sex with me."

"Oh."

"Yes, I know. You finished your antibiotics a week ago and the test was done, and you got your result. What was it?"

"Nothing there, Master. All gone." She would have hung her head in shame if I was not holding her hair. 

"And the lesions in your ass?"

"The doctor did say they would take longer to heal. He cautioned me not to have sex that way again, but if I was going to, then to leave it a least two months. Honestly Master."

"So when you said you couldn't do it for two months you meant anal? But you knew three days ago that oral or in your pussy was fine?"

"Yes Master. I'm sorry Master, I thought you didn't want me any more and it would be easier for you not to have to do it with me if I lied."

"If I want to do it to you I will. If I want to fuck your ass right now I will. Understand?"

"Yes, Master." She looked overawed now. 

"Not that I want to do that. I will wait until you are healed. There is no point in damaging my property."

"Thank you, Master."

"Now, open your legs and lean back. I want to see your cunt."

She still looked scandalised as I let go of her hair, but she did as she was told. "Hold your ankles. Open your knees more. Stay like that. Now look up at the ceiling. Open your mouth."

I let go with a stream of piss onto her chest, playing it down her body to her bush and back up over her breasts, saying "Do you give yourself to me as your Master, and promise to do as I wish?"

"Yes Master."

"Keep your mouth open."

I moved the jet up. I soaked her, face and hair. It passed over her open mouth and I am sure it hit her in the nostrils. 

Penny flinched but held her position. 

I was suddenly filled with unexpected and mixed emotions. On my way home I had steeled myself to do this, reluctantly deciding that it had to be done. The idea was distasteful. Now I found myself gleeful, the feeling of power and control, and the release of my anger and frustration, overwhelming my disgust. 

And I felt desire. It was true: I had not wanted to have sex with Penny. The diseases and the sordid way she got them had revolted me, no matter how hard I tried to be supportive and caring for her. In honesty, I had not wanted to touch her. She was dirty, unclean, tainted. 

Now I felt desire again. Her naked body at my feet, exposed and vulnerable, still lithe and toned, was mine to ravish. And I knew she would do anything to please me. I didn't need or want to abuse that desire, but I could relish the results. 

I stepped forward, straddling her and looking down. "Kiss your Master's balls, Penny."

She did as she was told. Gently, smiling, happy. 

"Lick them."

She did as she was told. Softly, warmly, using her whole tongue, no hesitation. 

"Now lick my ass."

She did as she was told. Enthusiastically, craning her neck to get between my legs, her nose pressing between my balls. 

I turned on the shower again and briefly gave my very erect cock a couple of strokes as she tongued me. I could easily have come in a few more seconds. I reached down and pulled her head back up, enjoying the way she kept licking me as her mouth was brought back under my balls and up level with my shaft. Her eyes were smiling. I held her with both hands on her head and looked down at her again and said "Suck my dick, Girl."

I let her take the tip and suck it for a moment before I pushed my hips forward and pressed it into her throat. "That's good Girl," I said as I pulled it back and she gulped air. "Now do it again."

She lunged forward, taking my shaft all the way, pulling herself onto my cock with her two hands on my buttocks. She bounced back and did it again. I was fucking her mouth, or she was face fucking herself, whichever way you looked at it she was deep-throating me, and sucking me on the withdrawal. 

Again I felt myself close to coming, and had to restrain her. I held her head away from my cock, and she looked up at me with her mouth still open, hoping to suck me again, hoping I would come in her mouth. "You are getting good at that, Girl," I said. "But I don't want to come in your mouth just yet. I will rest a moment while you wash your hair, and then I want you to soap up your tits and wank me with them."

She was quick to grab the shampoo and say "Yes Master."

As she worked the lather through her long dark hair I leaned back against the wall and watched her. The movements made her breasts move in a very watch-able way. "When did you last masturbate?" I asked.

She looked shamefaced and said "This afternoon, when you went out, Master."

"Did you use any toys?"

"No, just my fingers, Master."

"Do you frig yourself every day?"

She blushed, but said "Most days, Master."

"I am not annoyed that you do it, Girl. But from now on you must ask my permission. I will let you, as long as you have been good, or unless I have other plans. But I expect you to masturbate every day, unless you have been exhausted by other activity. So if you have not already done it during the day I expect you to ask me for permission to frig yourself when we go to bed. Understand?"




Bad Penny Ch. 11



"Yes, Master."

"Good. Soap up your tits. I want you to wank me with your soapy tits while you wash my balls and ass."

It has to be said: a good soapy tit-wank is hard to beat, and Penny was good at it. She had first done it years before, in a shower block on a camp-site in Donegal. We had been swimming and had gone to get the salt off, and warm up, since the Atlantic was cold. I had been amazed when she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the cubicle with her. At that time I had never seen her naked. I didn't get to do that on that day either. She put the shower on warm and we kissed and cuddled, and she allowed me to take off her bikini top, and she put her hand into my trunks. 

I had seen her topless before, and she had opened my trousers and pulled my cock out a few weeks ago, having got fed up with just putting her hand down my waistband. 

I was thrilled when she took my trunks and pulled them down, sliding down to her knees as she did so. I thought for a second that I might get my first ever blow job, but she didn't get that close. She knelt and stared at my cock and put a hand out to hold it, and smiled at me, and gave it a stroke that made me groan, and she smiled more. And then she got the soap and lathered her hands and my cock and my balls and wanked me some more. 

And then she did it. She lifted her breasts and squeezed them round my shaft, and bounced them up and down. 

I came in ten seconds. A great jet of come that hit her throat and under her chin, and my knees gave way, and I ended up in the floor. 

She laughed then. Giggled, I should say, and kissed me before she stood up and washed herself under the shower, standing over my shattered body, letting the water stream over her breasts. She held the front of the bikini bottoms out to let the water swirl inside, and turned to do the same at the back, and skipped away from me when I reached to help her, suggesting she should take them off. She had told me to hurry up and get washed, and called me a "Dirty young man."

I remembered all that as Penny knelt before me and soaped me up, and brought her nipples up to rub against my balls, and then up and down my shaft, and then brought her beautiful globes together around my cock and bounced them up and down. 

She smiled when I groaned. Just like the first time. I hadn't seen that smile for weeks. 

My heart lifted. The look of innocent joy on her face would have made anyone happy, but for me it was such a relief that I couldn't express it. And then she dipped her head to lick the tip of my cock as she rubbed her breasts down the shaft. A trick she had learned about six months after that encounter in Donegal. 

My knees, as before, gave way. She kept her mouth clamped round my cock as I slid down the wall to sit splay legged on the floor. I had to pull her head up off me before I exploded in her mouth. 

She looked at me with a sparkle in her eyes and said "Are you alright, Master?"

Thus time the 'M' word was almost playful. I had not seen her in this mood for a long time. I thought of that shower in Donegal and how I could now fulfil the desire I had that day. "I'll recover. You carry on with showering."

She stood up and reached for the soap again. Standing over me, naked this time, with her feet apart, she covered her body with suds, and turned and twisted beneath the water, cleaning and showing off every square inch of her skin. 

She preened and swayed, enjoying being watched. She knew I desired her again, and worked on that desire, not quite daring to tease me, but flirting with glances and glimpses. I enjoyed it, but decided that I had to establish control again. So when she turned to let the water rinse the conditioner from her hair and cascade down her back, washing the last suds away, I told her to stand over me, a foot on each side of my thighs. It brought her bottom to within inches of my face. 

I let her finish rinsing, and said "Lean forward a little."

The water ran down her back and funnelled into the parting of her bottom. 

"Lean further forward. That's it. Now put your hands on your bottom and pull your cheeks open. Show me your ass and cunt are clean."

She gasped at the harsh words, but quickly did as she was told, displaying her most private parts. I let her hold that pose for a while, not saying anything. I examined with my eyes every fold of skin, the colours and textures of her labia, her clitoris poking out below, her anus above, the curly hair on her mons an down the lips. I noticed for the first time two hairs above her ass, and a few on the cheeks on each side. Indeed her bush was considerably more extensive than the first time I saw it. 

Her legs trembled, and Penny said plaintively "Is it alright, Master? Does it look alright?"

"Very pretty, Girl. Very fuckable." I said, and matched the word to a gesture. I pushed a finger straight into her opening, wiggled it and pulled it out. I made a fuss of sucking it noisily and said "And tasty too. Very lickable. Good. You may stand up now and help me up. "

I made her wash me all over, and then fetch towels and dry me. She sneaked in occasional strokes or kisses on my cock, and nipples. I took opportunities to squeeze her breasts and nipples, or run a finger through her bush and into her pussy. 

Then I told her to dry herself, including her hair, properly styling it, and come to see me in the bedroom when she was finished. Quickly.

In the bedroom I made a few arrangements and then lounged on the bed with a magazine. One of the ones from the bottom drawer. The German hardcore ones, full of leather and chains. I was seeking inspiration, but found the pictures strangely unerotic. They seemed passionless, and formulaic. No one seemed to be having a good time. 

Penny came in, with a towel around her. I looked up and said "Did I say you could cover yourself? Remove that towel, Girl!"

She dropped it, and her eyes, and apologised. 

"I don't expect you to make a mess either. Fold the towel and put it on the chair."

She looked startled, since she had settled into an alluring pose, one knee slightly bent, hand on hip, Miss World style, and had not expected me to ignore that for domestic tidiness. She bent to lift the offending linen and folded it neatly, draping it on the chair by the radiator. I admired the grace with which she moved, every bit as alluring as the pose she had left. 

"Now, come here."

She stood by the bed, naked, and I made her place her feet apart and put her hands behind her back. 

I tweaked one nipple with my left hand and slipped my right index finger along the furry slit between her legs. "You have been naughty, Slave," I said as she gasped. "You have failed to serve me. You have lied to me. You have made yourself available to other men without my permission. You have allowed them to damage you so I cannot use you as I wish."

"I'm sorry, Master!" she said, and it was almost a sob.

"You have been a bad slave. I was going to put you back in your collar and cuffs, but I don't think you deserve them. You don't deserve pretty things. You most certainly may not wear your gold chains, until I permit you to do so."

"Yes, Master."

"But I think you need something to remind you. Hold out your hand."

She held out her right hand, looking fearful. I gave her other nipple a small squeeze and ran my finger back and forward over her slit a few times before I turned to reach behind me. I brought back a short length of rope. 

She looked surprised as I wrapped one end around her wrist and tied it off as a bowline, tight enough that she could not slip out of it. Then I told her to draw her hair up into a ponytail, and hold it with her left hand. "Now drop your right hand to your side."

I wrapped the other end of the rope around her neck, and made it into another bowline. This one had a little more slack. But it was too small to slip off. The tail end was about a foot long. Just a good size to grab a hold of and pull firmly down until she knelt before me. "Good. You will not remove this rope unless I give you permission. It will be all you will wear from now on. You will not dress unless I give you permission. Now, suck my dick."

I would not let her use her hands. But she used her tongue well. On my cock, shaft and balls, and round my ass-hole again. I made her beg to lick each part. I made her thank me for letting her do it. And every time she gained in enthusiasm for her task. 

I returned her to sucking my cock for a moment before Reaching down to take hold of her halter rope again and pulling her up onto the bed. I kept her head low to the covers so she had to crawl, made her lie down beside me, and roll on her back. 

"Hands above your head. Now spread your legs. Wider."

I had to admire her. The rope halter lay between her perfectly tanned breasts, the end just over her belly-button, pointing towards the dark curly bush that framed the wet pink furrow beneath. Her smooth tanned thighs and fine calves drew the eye to her dainty ankles and delicate feet. Like her hands they were graceful and fine. The hair on her head was tousled around her like a dark halo on the pale bed linen, and her lips were flushed, swollen with desire, matching the hardened nipples that moved as she breathed heavily. 

"Use your hand, the one with the rope, to open your cunt for me."

Meek but willing, shy but determined, wanton and innocent, she used two fingers to spread herself wide, exposing the soft flesh within. 

"Now rub your nipples. Use both hands."

I knelt between her legs as she lifted them wider, tilting her pussy up to my view. I rested the tip of my cock on it, lightly, my glans on her hooded clit. Penny gave a little gasp, almost a whimper of pleasure and anticipation. I liked that noise, and perhaps I gave a little smile, but I kept staring at her breasts as she rubbed her dark-rose points and tweaked them between finger and thumb. 

An idea occurred to me. Something that she had once mentioned, that I knew that talking about it would give her a thrill, although in truth it horrified me, but I had seen it in the German magazine. "I wonder if I should get them pierced." 

I looked up at her eyes and saw confusion there. I pointed in explanation. "Your nipples. Should I get rings put in them?" I looked down at them again and carried on "I could tie ribbons to them and pull on them from here. Or clip chains to them. Maybe chain you to the bed stead. Did it hurt much when you got your ears pierced?"

She was wide-eyed now. "A bit, just a sharp sting and then it throbbed for a while. One hurt for a week, it got a bit swollen."

"Master," I said. "It got a bit swollen, Master."

"Sorry, Master. I, I... If you want me to get them pierced I won't mind the pain Master."

I laughed. I didn't mean to, and it sounded cruel, but it was all so ridiculous. Yet it was serious for her. She meant it. And I knew that in my role as her Master there could be only one response. "I am glad to hear it. You may be a good slave after all. Not that it matters whether you mind or not. If I want them pierced they will be pierced."

And on that last word I pierced the opening between her legs, pressing the head of my cock into her tight, hot, wet and clasping body. 

Her spine convulsed. She gasped and writhed and my shaft slid deeper inside her. She whimpered again as I leaned forward, pushing deep, supporting myself on my arms so my face was suspended a foot above hers. "You are mine, Penny Harty. Yes?"

"Yes." She groaned, her throat tight.

I pulled back and thrust deep again.

"Freely and fully, you give yourself to me, as your Master, to do with as I wish, yes?"

"Yes, Master, I am yours," she said fervently, and I took several strokes as she panted and groaned "Yes Master, yes Master, take me Master."

I suddenly stopped, and enjoyed her writhing for a moment. As she calmed down and opened her eyes I looked deeply into them. 

"Do you love me, Penny?"

"Yes, Master, oh yes Sean, yes I do."

I kissed her, and she brought her hands around me, our bodies flowing into each other, hips in sync, passion blossoming. 

I held off for as long as I could, hoping to make her come first, to control that too, to make her beg to be allowed to orgasm, and to permit it graciously. But I couldn't resist the sensation of her skin, the heat of her breath and breasts and sweat soaked stomach, the sucking clasp on my shaft and the soft thighs that rubbed against mine. She was an abyss of sweet scented comfort into which I plunged.

I cried out then, as her body wrapped around me and pulsed, milking me dry, devouring me, and she felt me inside her, flooding her, filling her, many days worth of unspent come finally released. She cried too, a croaky sound, half sob, half whisper that came out too loud. "Thank you, love. Thank you ."

I kissed her when I got my breath back, and touched her nose with mine. She smiled. 

"How you doing Lovergirl? Are you having fun yet?"

She nodded, but looked serious as she said "I like being your Lovergirl, Master."

"Good. But I don't think you came? Did you?"

"No, Master," she looked a little panicked. "You didn't say I could. I'm sorry, I didn't know you wanted me to."

That reply caught me by surprise, but I recovered quickly. Of course, when we had last played the Master/Slave game I had told her not to come without my permission. She remembered that. Oh well, a lesson that didn't need repeating. "Good girl," I said, and saw her relief. "And since you have been a good girl I will let you come now. You may masturbate for me to watch. You can use toys if you want."

I gave her a quick kiss and rolled off her. Her face was a picture of surprise again. She had not done it very often in front of me, and this casual command was also unusual. My sudden confidence and assumption of her compliance was disorientating, if welcome. But she didn't wait long to say "Thank you Master. I think I can manage without a toy."

She did. 

I enjoyed it. She was simply beautiful in her arousal, and her willingness. She opened her legs wide to let me see as slowly and inexorably Penny worked on her clitoris and up and down her labia, rubbing my come and her juices into her skin. She played with her nipples, and stroked her inner thighs. She kissed me back with force and eagerness when I leaned over her to steal her breath. My move to suck her nipple was greeted with an increase in volume and pitch of her breathing. When I slipped a hand beneath her thigh and a finger into her sopping hole she jerked against it and muttered "Oh Gosh!" 

She came quickly after that, and I moved my hand to keep frigging her after she went rigid. 

She came again, whimpering and staring at me. I kept on rubbing her, rubbing my come into her clit. She came a third time. Sometimes I am jealous of that capacity. 

We both slept well.

I wondered how long it would be before Penny showed even a little resistance to my commands. I was perfectly prepared for her to throw off my Mastery, rebel outright and do as she wished. Indeed I hoped for it. But she surprised me the next day by dressing after her shower with the rope still around her neck and wrist. 

She had asked me over breakfast (brought to me in bed, her naked apart from the rope, as commanded) what I wished to do today. I suggested a walk round to see Tara and Mike, and maybe a pub lunch. She asked me what I would like her to wear. I told her something concealing, not overt, but she was to have either a thong or stockings and French knickers, and matching bra. I left it up to her to choose. I wanted a surprise. 

That made her hesitate, but she accepted this - whatever she chose would have to be within these limits and that sufficed for her to be still my cared-for slave. It was, I hoped, the first step towards an independent decision, and how I would eventually wean her back to her old self. 

So she was in a blouse and knee length skirt, sheer tights (I guessed stockings) and flat shoes. She had a scarf around her neck, and the bulk of the knotted rope was not very noticeable in her sleeve. 

I smiled, and made no reference to it, although I was disappointed that she had not questioned the idea of her going out in public with such bonds. 

Of course Tara noticed immediately, but did not comment to Penny. She managed to get me aside for a quiet word as we walked to the pub. "So Penny is back in bondage then? She looks happier at least. I wondered when you would give in."

"I have instructed her that she is not to obey anyone else without my command. She is not to call you Mistress."

Tara pouted "Spoilsport. Why not?"

"Because I talked to Nikkala, and she suggested that too many Masters, or Mistresses, confused her and made her unhappy. I think she is right."

"Oh, well. Does that mean you two won't come and play any more? We have missed you these last few months."

The look Tara gave me was full of genuine concern. I reassured her that we might "play" a little in the future, but only once I felt Penny was secure back under my wing. 

"I like the way you put that. You know I was wrong about you?"

I gave her a puzzled look, and she went on "I mean, you are a voyeur and you aren't submissive, but you aren't cut out to be a Dom either. I think you are more of a Benign Dictator. And I was wrong about Penny. I thought her sub side was like Mike - fun to play with, erotic for her. But it seems to be deeper rooted. Darker."

I nodded. "Dangerous. I'm scared Tara. She could end up in some terrible places if she doesn't take care."

Tara grabbed my arm and butted her head against my shoulder as we walked, giving me a comforting squeeze. "But you will take care of her, under your wing."

I didn't want to worry her further, so I didn't mention my belief that our relationship would not last forever, that Penny would have to find another guardian, or stand on her own. 

Tara was now very visibly pregnant, due in a month, and by the time we got half way to the bar we had planned to go to for lunch she started to flag. It was plain that the walk was too much, although she had managed it a week before. 

We stopped at a petrol station that had a fairly comprehensive shop attached. It was beside the University halls of residence, and did a roaring trade with hungry students on the way home at night after a gig. It was the first 24 hour shop in Belfast, I think. On the wall outside some radical had daubed "Free Rudolph Hess." It stayed there for years, slowly fading as the weather got to work, until someone added "With every five gallons" underneath. They had both graffiti power-hosed off a few days later.  

So we got sandwiches in the Rudolph, and sat on the wall of the parkland that surrounded the Halls to eat them, before walking back the way we came. Tara was exhausted by the time we got back to their place. We had a cup of tea with Mike while she went for a nap, and decided to go on home ourselves. We found a note, slipped through our letterbox, from an old school friend of mine. He was back from university in England, and was going to be in The Bot that evening (The Botanic Inn, a well known Den of Bohemian Depravity, as my mother would say.) 

I had Penny strip to her undies for the rest of the day, but under strict instruction to dress if anyone called at the door. 

Just before we went out I called her to me, and undid the rope. "I am not freeing you. You will wear this bracelet as a reminder." I gave her a thin silver bangle that I had selected from her jewellery box. It was one I had bought her years before, an inexpensive circle of metal. "If you are good I may let you wear your pretty cuffs later."

Harry and I had been friends since first day at my secondary school. We were put in alphabetical order, so I sat beside him in all my classes. Carver and Cathcart, quite a double act. Of course he was smarter than me, and got a scholarship to Cambridge, but seven years of shared detentions and swapped notes make unbreakable bonds. 




Bad Penny Ch. 11



Harry had got about a dozen of my old classmates there, and some had brought friends, so it was a real party. Harry introduced a woman to me who was a couple of years older than us. Her name was Tilly. 

I chatted to her, thought she was nice enough, found out she was recently graduated and coming to Queen's for a year for some research. I thought she was a bit stuck up, but gave her the benefit of the doubt - after all she couldn't help being English. She talked to Penny as well, and they got on okay, but neither of us thought much of her.

We got home late, and a little tipsy. In a pompous little ceremony I told Penny that she had been a Good Girl, and took the bracelet from her, replacing it with her collar and cuffs. I thought she was going to cry with joy as I made her kiss each piece and say "Thank you, Master" as I put each leather strap on her. When she was clad in all five pieces, and nothing else, I allowed her to show them off to me, to twirl and turn and bend over in them, to spread her bottom for me, and to lie back and spread her legs, to masturbate while I watched. Of course I got hard, and happily took her from behind as she knelt on the bed, watching herself in the mirror on the wardrobe as I shafted her deeply.

We slept well, and in the morning I rolled over and stroked Penny's naked body, kissed her awake as I rolled her on her back, lifted her legs apart and sank my shaft inside her. 

She was sleepy and smiley and her kisses were soft. She grew more awake as I shafted her, each stroke bringing her closer to full function, and her hips began to move with mine. I was just reaching up her back to get a grip on her shoulders, which would allow me a firmer thrust, when she gave a throaty sound, and grabbed at my bottom, pulling me into her. 

The next few minutes were wild and exhausting. Penny had let go of her inhibitions, and of any notion of concern for my pleasure. She was free, animal instinct and physical joy combined to overwhelm any rational consideration. It was a chaos of soft, warm flesh, pure and intense in passion. 

She came, but her body did not freeze, she shook and grasped and cried "Yes, yes, yes!" over and over again, pulling on my hips with each word, opening herself wide for me to fill and pound and pump my come inside. 

When I came she kissed me, greedily, sucking my lips and tongue and what little breath I could hold. And then she held me, and rocked me and laughed with joy. 

I was abandoned a few minutes later, exhausted, as she needed the loo. She returned with breakfast and woke me again, and seemed her old self. 

I was happy. Penny was happy. She didn't call me 'Master' every sentence, we just had a normal conversation, although where in normal conversation she would have used my name she used the honorific. I began to think that maybe this would work.

But I had to be careful. I noticed a hesitation in her over the next few days that went away as soon as I took command. She was happy to make choices that surprised me, to please me, but not for her own sake. She wasn't pretending to be normal, it was just that she felt secure in my control. Any wavering of the idea that I was to be obeyed, served and pleased threw her into a mild panic. As did any show of my displeasure. 

Yet it was clear that her sex drive had returned, and she was at last convinced of the truth that I liked that, so she was happy to flirt and tease, flash and strip, ride and suck and lick and spread. But she needed reassurance, and while she didn't always ask for permission to come I think that was only because I would usually encourage her, or instruct her to do it as part of my pillow talk. And she resented it when I made her leave off her collar. I allowed her to wear a bangle on each wrist and a necklace that I put on her when she left the house, but not her gold chains which had become the secret badge of her slavery before. It was paradoxical, but I wanted her to be less slavish before I gave her those symbols back.

Harry called a few days later. I had picked up that Tilly was not his girlfriend, but over a coffee down the Lisburn Road he explained that it was a bit more complicated. She was becoming his ex. They had gone out for about a year, but she was due to graduate, he was only in second year, they liked each other, but knew it was short term. So they had sort of split up before the exams. She was busy with Finals, he was playing rugby... But they still slept together sometimes. 

She was now staying as a guest (just a friend, who Harry was helping out since she was over here looking at Queens University for a post grad course) in his parents house. So there was no way they could...

"So you want to stay over in our spare room?" I asked. 

Harry blushed. "Worse than that, Sean. Parents would question that - we would have to be home, no matter how late, in our own separate bedrooms. So it is more a matter of borrowing the room for a couple of hours. If that's okay?"

"Never let it be said that I stood in the way of a mate getting laid."

They came over that evening. We had a light dinner and then went through a pre rehearsed excuse to leave them alone as Penny and I went out to meet the Drama Society crowd.

They had gone when we got back a few hours later. The washing machine was on, with the bedclothes in it. 

Penny snuggled up to me in bed after she had masturbated, following my instructions. I was too tired to do much, but I had enjoyed watching her. "I missed Tim and Ronnie tonight. Liz was in good form though. She and Paul are getting a flat together. By the way, what did you think of Tilly?" she asked. 

"Same as the first time I met her. Quite nice. Clever. Pretty enough. Seemed friendly, in that English reserved way. Why?"

"She kept giving me looks. And she asked about us. How long we had been together, had I had any other boyfriends, how long we had lived together, that sort of thing. Sort of personal. But off-hand. It seemed odd."

"English." I grunted. 

"Did you think she was pretty, really?"

"Of course. Tall, busty, broad hips, but long legs and long hair, an English rose complexion, nice smile. Just what I would expect of Harry." 

She murmured "Yes. She is pretty, isn't she," and fell asleep.

We made love in the morning again, and I let Penny wear her cuffs and collar. She didn't put anything else on all day, proud of her outfit, and I found it quite arousing to look up from the book I was reading to see her curled on the other end of the sofa in that almost naked state, lost in the pages of her own novel. 

I found it even more arousing as the day wore on, being served a cup of tea, seeing her nipples over the tray she held, flash of bush below. At dinner she was lit by the candle and her soft tanned skin glowed as we ate and talked. I found myself touching her bare back as I talked to her and dried the pots she was washing in the kitchen sink. 

Passion flared. She was suddenly in my arms, naked but for her bonds, warm and spicy smelling, kissing me and undoing my clothes. I took her on the kitchen table, on her back and then spinning her round to bend over it, reaching to grasp both breasts and swing my hips to fill her from behind. I came as she rode me, lying on my back on the tiled floor, her hands gripping the table on one side and the work surface on the other, her breasts bouncing above me and her eyes closed. She kept going, pursuing her own orgasm, and I urged her on. 

As he lay on me and panted she whispered "Thank you, Master."

My heart swelled. I whispered back "I love you Penny. Tomorrow you may wear your chains."

Weeks went by. We lived a slightly more normal life. Some days Penny would be naked apart from her jewellery, or a dog collar, or the full cuffs and collar, but most days I had her dress, and gave her wider and wider options to choose from. She almost always chose stockings, unless I banned them, and her split crotch and open nipple PVC bikini set was also a favourite, but gradually I noticed that while her willingness did not abate her deference and fearfulness did. It was good to see.

Tara's due date passed and we all waited with worry. I got the call that they were on the way to the hospital at about nine o'clock at night, three days later. I grabbed my coat and a bag of supplies that had been ready for days, kissed Penny and ran. 

Mike was in the waiting room, gabbling. After half an hour a nurse opened the door and said his name, and he was out like a very pale streak. He came back about an hour later. Tara was resting. It would be a while before things got underway. We played cards and drank coke, and tried not to worry.

Long story short - thirteen hours later it was over. A huge healthy boy, Tara had stitches and looked like a train wreck, Mike was still pale and simply thunderstruck. The kid had the palest blue eyes and the finest blond hair I had ever seen. 

Definitely Mike's genes. 

I returned to the flat, exhausted, and gave the news to Penny. 

I had to sleep, so she rang Tilly and the two of them went to the hospital to see what was to be named "David". 

Tilly and Penny had become firm friends. I was delighted. She had not had a really close female friend since leaving school. The drama crowd were nice guys, and the emotions were intense during productions, but that was somehow transitory and disruptive. All her closest friends from school had gone off to University in England, (as had mine) so we had been left with each other and a group of good acquaintances. Even Mike, who had been a good mate at school had not been as close to me as Harry. Or Owen, or Lenny. 

Perhaps that was another reason why Penny's relationship with me had become so intense and dependent. 

It was good too that Tilly was not one of the swinging crowd. We had been careful over the summer not to avoid anyone, but also not to arrange any sex games, swapping or other activities. I felt that Penny was just too fragile. 

So for the last few weeks I had been glad that Tilly had taken to Penny, and that they now went shopping, got their hair done, met for coffee, and since Harry had returned to Cambridge the week before, she socialised with us alone. 

It was not much of a surprise then when Penny returned from the hospital and announced that she and Tilly had an idea. Peter, who owned the flat we were living in, was due to come back from Hong Kong in a couple of weeks, so we would have to move out. Tilly had found a house to rent. Why not all move in together?

We debated it. And again I was glad to notice that it was a debate. A proper discussion. Penny had not called me 'Master' except in bed after orgasms, (and the shower, and once in the car and twice on the living room floor) for the last two weeks. It was like the old days. So although I had reservations, (I expected that spontaneous bonking on the living room floor might be curtailed in a shared house) I was also keen to have her take a major decision, take ownership over the direction of her life. So I agreed. 

We all moved in together, to a large three floor terrace in Stranmillis, the weekend before University started back. Penny and I had the middle floor, a large bedroom, a second room which we made into a study, and a shower and toilet in separate little rooms off the landing. Tilly had the top floor, just a bedroom and large bathroom, but with dormers and a great view over the park. 

Penny made love to me the first night. 

It was wonderful.

It was a new beginning. 

We had put on pyjamas, got into the bed and cuddled, and she had kissed me, and then taken control of the whole encounter. I let her set the pace, make the moves, and was glad to do whatever she asked. She stripped me, wanked me until I was hard, and slipped off her trousers and rode me. No cock sucking or further foreplay, no playing with her breasts or fingering her, or licking her. She just straddled me and pressed down on my shaft, ground her clit against me, rubbing herself off, seeking her own pleasure, using my body. Penny kissed me fiercely, dug her fingers into my chest, gripped my arms and levered herself against me, her excitement building. After a while she tore her pyjama top off over her head and fell on me writhing, sweating, gasping and biting. 

She came without asking permission, and I had no need to urge her to it. This was her orgasm, not mine. She grunted and kept moving, eyes closed, animal. 

I came. 

I had to, her body demanded it, my climax was beaten out of me, my cock clenched in her constantly moving maelstrom body. She pumped the come out of my shaft, and drove herself on to another orgasm of her own. She fell on me again, gasping and groaning, clutching at me. 

I held her gently and nuzzled her hair, and whispered my love. She groaned and pulled herself up, sliding off my cock, and sideways, kissing me once before snuggling down against me, one leg over mine, her head on my shoulder. She murmured "I love you too," and we drifted into sleep. 

When I woke in the morning she was still out cold. I slipped on a dressing gown and headed downstairs to the kitchen. I was deep in thought, and full of hope. 

Penny had not called me 'Master.' She had not needed permission to come. She had not thanked me. She had initiated and led the whole time. And she was not wearing any collar or chain, I had seen her take them off before her shower. Was it too much to hope that she had turned a corner, left her submissive mania behind?

Tilly was in the kitchen, eating toast and reading a newspaper. She was wearing a long cotton nightshirt with a print of Michael Angelo's 'David' on it. Or rather, the torso and hips, and genitals, from the statue. On a boy (I am sure it was Harry's) it would have been funny. On a girl it was slightly disturbing. Of course the fact that I was only wearing a dressing gown, and she had long bear legs, bear arms, obviously no bra, possibly no knickers (Sean, control that thought, and don't get a hard on. Not now. Oh for goodness sake...)

I turned quickly to the sink to fill the kettle and to cover my embarrassment. 

Tilly chatted unselfconsciously as I made breakfast. She was easy in her semi undress, and didn't seem to register mine. I had just about recovered my composure when I discovered we had no tray. I had meant to bring breakfast up to Penny in bed, but had to go and call her. Which also gave me a chance to pull on some clothes. Penny didn't bother. She grabbed her robe and stumbled off to the bathroom, and then to the kitchen. 

I was a few seconds behind her and heard Penny say "Sleep well, darling?" to Tilly as she entered the kitchen. And then I heard Tilly say "Yes, thank you, darling. Good fuck?" and the sound of a kiss. 

Penny's low giggle was always arousing for me, but I stood mortified at the foot of the stairs. I heard Penny say "Very. As always. What are you up to today?

Their conversation rolled on to trivia, and I shook myself back to reason. Of course she had heard us. Probably half the street had. Why, after all the times we had done it with other people in the same room, should I be embarrassed about being overheard? Even if it was by a single, beautiful young woman who was now sitting with part exposed cleavage at the kitchen table. 

I braced myself to enter the kitchen, but I remember thinking, quite clearly, as I stepped into the room and saw the two of them sitting side by side, "Oh dear, this could all get complicated."



Bad Penny Ch. 12



I hope readers who have not followed this series will find this entertaining - but of course I recommend reading the backstory. Comments are much appreciated. 

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Our lives had been strange over the last year. Penny and I had gone from a very conservative and straightforward (although pleasant and satisfying) sex life through a period of swinging and swapping, discovering lesbianism, anal sex, multiple partners, a bit of bondage and a lot of submissive stuff from Penny, back to something more 'normal.'

Looking back on it I thought that it was perhaps some sort of madness. We had spiralled out of control, Penny falling faster and deeper than me, and we had been lucky to claw our way back to reality. 

Now we were sharing a house with a post grad student called Tilly, who was the sometime girlfriend of my old schoolmate Harry, although he was at Cambridge. She had no idea about what had gone on in the year before, and having put it behind us Penny and I had a great, very normal, very equal, sex life. 

We even had a normal social life. Since we had moved in with another person it was obvious that we didn't have the freedom to do what we used to in our own flat. And after Penny's weird experience at the party at Mike and Tara's, those who knew about it (more or less correctly) assumed that our withdrawal from the swinging scene was because of some trauma that she had to work through. 

It was difficult to turn down Veronica and Tim though. We hadn't seen them all summer, and they had greeted us so enthusiastically when we met at lunch in the Great Hall at Queen's that I was embarrassed. Ronnie kissed me on the lips, rather than the cheek, and I am sure that Liz and Carla both noticed. 

Ronnie (as Veronica's friends often called her) informed me that they now had a flat. We could go there, for an evening, and stay over...

It was tempting. Veronica was a lovely girl as well as being quite beautiful, and enthusiastic and adventurous in bed. And Tim was a nice guy. He had been good to Penny, she had a good time with him, and while there had been a bit of the submissive sex game stuff, she had never called him 'Master'. In fact Tim had been the submissive along with her, serving Ronnie and me. 

But they had seen her in that role, and in any case, tempting as it was to spend a night exploring Veronica's blonde curls and perfect pink points again, I felt that Penny's grasp on a normal relationship was not strong enough yet. I knew how easy it would be for her to fall back into slavish dependency. 

For now at least I was trying hard to remove all reminders of that game that had gone too far. I had put away all the cuffs and collars, the sex toys and the butt plugs, packing them up when we moved out of Peter's flat, and not opening the box when we got to the new house. I had also avoided any anal play, not touching her there, and not encouraging her to touch me. I still found that she liked me to hold her hands above her head when I was on top, and she liked being taken from behind, especially as a spontaneous thing, but I had to be careful. The danger seeking, public place, exhibitionist streak in her was exciting, but allied to the submissive persona that I feared to bring out again. 

So when I met her in the stacks on the eleventh floor of the university library and she pulled me into a clinch, reminding me of a previous time, I was torn about what to do. If I rejected her advances (she was leading, taking the initiative and not being submissive) what message would it send? If I went with the flow (a very appealing idea) would it remind her of her of the last time we had sex in the library when she knelt at my feet and sucked me off and called me "Master"? Once I was hard she had presented her ass to me so I could pull out the butt plug I had placed there and had begged me to bugger her. I didn't want her to dwell on that.

Of course I went with the flow, but those considerations intruded, and I made sure the flow went the right way. After all, how could I resist? Penny was just about to turn twenty two, was physically fitter than ever before (she now had me going to the gym with her three times a week, and I could tell the difference in my own stamina) and was passionate and willing. And even after years of being with her I still found her body fascinating and exotic. Her Mediterranean heritage showed in her dark hair and her honey tanned skin, her dark eyes and the purple brown of her nipples and the folds of her pussy, and I loved the contrast of her colour against my pale northern tones. 

The top floor of the library was empty apart from us. In the back corner was an alcove lined with ancient journals that had its own light switch. We didn't bother to pull it on. 

It was nearly five o'clock in the evening, and we had not had sex for two days. Penny was starting to get twitchy that morning, but things had been too rushed. So I had told her to meet me at five outside the library and we would get home quickly, and have the place to ourselves all evening because Tilly was at an evening class. 

She had got out of her lecture early, and found me in the quiet of the top floor, my favourite haunt. I could look out over Belfast and think in the peace. I heard her coming in the door, but could not see her from where I was. I thought it was just another student. I had heard her walk around the far side of the floor, and then she came around the back of the last row of shelves, behind me. She was smiling when I looked up, and undoing her coat. 

"Hi. Prof Mullet had to go to a meeting, so I thought I might find you here." She stepped towards me and was undoing her blouse "And there is no one else here..."

There was a kick-step stool in the alcove. I sat down on it and ran my hands up her legs, lifting her skirt and looking at the wonderful sight revealed. Stockings, suspenders, bare thighs, fluffy bush, the hint of the top of the fold in her pubis that led to her soft scented core. I glanced up and saw her smiling down at me, her breasts now popped out of the cups of her bra, and she took hold of the front of her skirt to hold it up. 

"Surprise!" she said gently. 

I leaned in to kiss the hair covered mound, and caught the sweet scent of her arousal. She lifted her leg and leaned forward, hooking her knee over my shoulder and pressing her crotch into my face. I loved the sound of her whimper as I ran my tongue along the furrow she presented, opening her, tasting her, drinking her in. 

Penny was very turned on. She had been thinking about this ahead of time, and prepared by removing her knickers in the ladies loo on the ground floor of the library. The walk through the reading room and the trip up eleven floors in the lift, pussy bare, anticipating my touch, had obviously been thrilling. 

I was quickly turned on too, my cock hard and tangled in my trousers. I licked her slowly a few times, and was happy in the knowledge that I could have her instantly. 

It was difficult to undo my belt and fly, and get my cock out of the folds of my underpants while concentrating on Penny's delicious slit, but I managed somehow. Then I leaned back and with a hand on each thigh above the stocking tops, I guided her down into me. 

That moment of first penetration, the sudden warmth and pressure, the feeling of her body opening and accepting mine, the wave of exquisite knowledge, triumph, power and acceptance, the feeling of privilege and disbelief, the bonding and binding, the relief and the joy; that moment can never be forgotten. 

It wasn't always like that. It is the way you think it ought to be the very first time (but sadly isn't for so many young couples). That time, there in the half dark, as her hair brushed my face and I heard her sigh, was the first time I had felt that way in months. 

She simply rested on me, legs raised and arms around me, her nose by my ear, her bare bosom at my chin. I breathed in the smell of her, the lily of the valley soap and the milky muskiness of her nipples, mixing with the salty tang of her sex. 

Her voice was quiet and slightly hoarse, thick with arousal and tension, as she whispered "I remember the first time you told me that you loved me."

"It was in the cloakroom in Owen's house, at that party, just after you came back from your holiday in France with your parents." I said

She laughed a little and kissed me on the cheek, and said "You remember. I was sitting on you. A bit like this."

It was my turn to laugh, although I had little breath, "A bit." I agreed. We had both been fully clothed then. We were snogging, and I might have put my hand on her breast, outside her sweatshirt, but at that time, and for a long time afterwards, that was as far as we went. However that night she was wearing jeans, which was unusual for her, as her dad did not approve of them, and she had sat on me with her legs on each side, and pressed close to me. It was the first time she had done that. It was very exciting for a seventeen year old. 

She pressed down on me again and whispered "I wanted it to be more like this. Really. I did."

And she kissed me on the lips. Her hips rolled a little, and I was breathless again. "I didn't understand it then, but when I sat on you with my legs open I felt empty. I wanted to be filled. I felt that I needed something there, in me. That is why I pushed up against you. And I felt the bump in your jeans. I knew what it was. And I wondered what it looked like and what it would feel like if it was in me, filling me, making me not empty."

She kissed me again, a long kiss, her tongue lingering on my lips. "I never imagined it would be this good though. To have you, there."

She kissed me again, and I felt her rocking softly, and squeezing me. I gasped and held her tight. She sighed. 

"I wish I had done it then," she said. "I wish I had known to take off my clothes and sit on you and let you fill me. We could have done it so many times more, years of wasted time. If I knew it was like this. I love you, Sean. I love you being inside me. I love you, being in me, there."

I heard the way she emphasised her words in that last sentence, and felt it as she pushed against me. When she said "you" she meant my penis. When she said "me" she meant her vagina. When she said "there" she meant inside her body. It was the way she used to talk about sex before we fell into Tara's more graphic vocabulary. Delicate, euphemisms, no crude cocks and cunts and pricks and pussys, no fucking or shagging or screwing, no arses or tits, or balls. Maybe it was a symptom of repression, but it was innocent and sweet and soft and delicate. It was coy, but romantic. We didn't need rude words, crude words, explicit words. We just made love. 

We made love then, surrounded by the smell of old books, the wisdom of the ages witnessing the meaning of life. We both came, her a fraction of a second before me, softly and gently, her body shuddering and her head thrown back, my arms locked behind her, looking up at her when I heard her single, short, high pitched cry, and felt her grip me tight inside. I filled her then, as her body relaxed and her weight centred on me, there, at the centre of everything. 

We sat and rocked and I looked up and kissed her throat, her chin, her soft lips, her nose and forehead, and whispered "I love you," again. 

When we got up to go I found that I had a dozen arcs of concentric circles pressed into my bottom, and Penny informed me that the letters 'Kik' and 'tep' could be read quite clearly in mirror writing on my buttocks. 

We got pizza on the way home, and took it to bed, with a bottle of Hungarian wine. It was a beautiful autumn evening, the sunset flooded our room with red and gold, and we lounged naked on the bed, talking about the future. It was our final year at University. I wanted to do an MSc in computing, she wanted to do teacher training, so we would both be back as post graduate students, but the enormity of Finals and graduation was ahead of us, and there was always the chance of failure, or not getting a place on the courses we wanted, which were very popular and hard to get on. 

So we talked about what else we might do. Where we might go. Fantasy stuff. A year backpacking together around the world. Go to London and makes fortune on the markets, retire at thirty five, open a beach bar in St Jean de Luz. 

And we made love again. Twice. She kissed me there. I kissed her. There. I wanted to be inside her, she invited me in. It was a bit wild, the second time, pounding and grasping and sweating and moaning, nails and legs and arms digging and clutching and clenching. Her eyes were wide and she cried out and grunted and made strange gargling sounds, and I roared and gasped for air and groaned, all in a fashion that was purely animal and lustful, but the important part was that it was pure. It was clean and natural and simple and joyous. It was beautiful, and good. It was perfect. 

Of course it wasn't always so idyllic. Sometimes I was horny and she was tired, or busy, or not in the mood. We had a row one night about laundry, and it was two days before she would kiss me, never mind anything else. I occasionally thought fondly of the times when all I had to do was say "Strip girl, and suck my cock." But as time went on and Penny seemed to settle back into her old self, more outgoing, more fun, it was easy to suppress such thoughts. 

The one fly in the ointment was Tilly. She was charming, and pretty and kind and funny, and not in the least flirtatious with me. But she was also present so often, and I began to get inhibited about her hearing us having sex. We were also limited to where we might spontaneously clinch, caress or kiss, never mind go further, because we felt it was impolite to show too much physical affection in front of her. 

She would make comments to Penny about it, especially if we had been noisy, which Penny sometimes reported to me. Not objections, or any expression of disgust. They were usually amused and slightly lewd, almost flirtatious. Tilly, we reckoned, was jealous. Not that she fancied me, it was just that she wasn't getting any. 

I hadn't realised just how crabbid Tilly had become until Harry came over for the weekend. We hardly saw them for two days, although we heard them frequently. I didn't mind. As always, the sound of another couple made Penny's libido go off the scale, and while they were busy in the bedroom, bathroom or living room (Tilly didn't seem to think that the chance of us walking in, or wanting to watch the television, mattered) Penny was happy to play with me. 

Tilly was in much better mood for a couple of weeks after that. 

Yet it did put our sex life on a more regular and restrained basis. It forced our relationship to be normal, and for that I was grateful. 

It wasn't boring though. After the wild times of the previous year it was surprising just how satisfying and thrilling it was. Penny still dressed up in revealing outfits and pretty lingerie, and even a bit of role playing. 

The latter was started a couple of days after Harry had visited. She came an sat beside me in the Great Hall and said "Hi, I was wondering if you could help me. You are Jim, the medical student aren't you?" 

We had been at an Improv workshop the afternoon before, with the Drama society, so I just picked up with it and ran with the idea. Despite my lack of stethoscope I ended up giving her a very thorough examination in the little bathroom at the top of the South Wing, of the Lanyon Building, and she went off to her two o'clock lecture with a smile and a cheery "Thanks, Jim, you have put my mind at ease. You'll make a great doctor some day."

About a week later I walked into The Speakeasy (a bar in the student's union building) and saw her sitting with Liz, Carla and another girl, who I vaguely knew, Denise. I wandered over to them and said "Hi there, would you mind if I joined you?"

Penny looked up and gave me an appraising look, and said "Well, I don't normally let strange men chat me up in bars, but if you buy me a vodka and coke I might make space beside me on this couch."

"Your wish is my command," I said and clicked my heels. 

She kept up the game when I got back. Since Liz and Carla had been at the Improv thing, they didn't find this too strange, although Denise thought it was hilarious. Two vodka and cokes later and Penny was squiffy. It just suddenly hit her, and I said "Oh dear, I think it is time you were taken home."

Denise laughed and said "Maybe I should take her, I'm not sure I should trust you. I've heard of strange men getting girls drunk in bars and taking advantage of them."

"Good point," I said "And since I am a very strange man, would you like to come with us and help me return her safely to her home, and make sure nothing untoward happens?"

Denise laughed, but Liz piped up, "Actually, you may need a hand. I'll take her to the loo here, and give you a hand on the way home. It's on the way to our place anyway."

Penny was quite disorientated and I was grateful for Liz's suggestion. I had to half carry Penny to the door of the Ladies, and it was only with Carla's help that they got her into a cubicle. Denise stood talking to me outside. We agreed that it was surprising that Penny had so suddenly been hit by the drink. Then I found out that Liz and Carla had been there with her since lunchtime. She had probably had three or four before I arrived. Penny didn't usually drink that much, so it made sense. 

She looked pale and unhappy when she emerged, but was at least able to walk, although a steadying hand on her elbow was needed. Liz took the other side and we lead her away, ignoring her apologies and trying to keep her from crying. 

It was only five minutes walk to our house, usually, but it took nearly fifteen. In the last ten yards Penny seemed to collapse. Liz helped me upstairs with Jenny, and on the landing I looked from the bedroom door to the shower room. "I wonder if I should get her in there first? Would a shower help her?"

Liz shook her head "She threw up in the Union, so she has got rid of most of it, she will be okay if she sleeps. We can put her in the recovery position."

We put her on the edge of the bed, and I threw the covers back. I looked round to see Liz undoing Penny's shoes, and then pulling off her socks. "Have you got a night shirt?" she asked

"Yeah." I said and fetched it. 

"Have you got a basin or bowl to put beside the bed in case she is sick?" Liz added, batting away Penny's feeble attempts to stop her pulling off Penny's jacket. 

"Yeah, I'll get it."

When I go back up from the kitchen I found that Liz was pulling Penny's jeans off. Penny was now wearing her nightshirt, and I could see her bra on top of the blouse and jumper folded on the seat beside the bed. She was lying flat on her back across the bed, and was only vaguely aware of what was happening. 

Two thoughts clashed in my head. The first was that any man with evil intent could indeed have taken her home and taken advantage of her. The second was that Liz must have stripped her, must have undone her bra and seen her bare breasts. 

Of course that isn't the same for girls, but the idea somehow thrilled me. 

I helped Liz with the other leg, and we manoeuvred Penny round and pulled the cover over her. Liz stroked Penny's hair back from her face and looked at her with sad affection. 

She looked up at me and saw that I had been looking at her. She smiled and said "You know I never thought that if I ended up in your bedroom, helping Penny get undressed, that it would be like this."

I raised an eyebrow. "How did you think it would be?" 

She laughed. "I didn't say I had ever thought of it before."

"No, but you said that as if you had. Had you? Thought about being in our bedroom, helping Penny get undressed?"




Bad Penny Ch. 12



Liz looked down, blushing. "Maybe." She looked up from under her fringe "Maybe it wasn't Penny who we were undressing."

My heart was thumping. "Really? And where was Paul in this thought?"

She put her head on one side and looked down at Penny again. She was asleep, breathing heavily but clearly. "Well, Paul might have been here too. Undressing me. Or maybe undressing Penny." She reached out to touch Penny's hair again and I was touched by gentleness of the gesture. 

My voice sounded strangled and false in my own ears as I said "If Paul was undressing Penny, would you be helping him?"

She kept stroking Penny's hair as she said "Maybe. Paul would like that. But I might be busy." She looked up at me coyly through her fringe. "I might be undressing you. Or you might be undressing me."

I gulped. "Oh." I said, lamely, and managed to sound a little more confident when I added, "Isn't it a great pity that Paul isn't here, and Penny is, well, sleeping?"

She rose and stepped round the bed to face me, and touched my chest, her finger slipping into the opening of my shirt, sliding down to catch on a button. She was staring at where her hand was resting, and I was frozen on the spot. "It is a pity," she said. "But we are here." 

She looked up. It was like being hit with a huge, soft hammer.

How could I not kiss her?

How could I not sweep her up in my arms and have her wrap her legs and arms around me, cling to me while I caressed her back and bottom and hair and thighs, and our tongues danced with each other, and her fingers, so small but strong, dug into my back and gripped my hair?

She was so light and tiny, I was afraid I would break her. But she was also wild. She tasted of Malibu and pineapple, and her hands communicated an urgent need. 

When she broke our kiss long enough to grab a breath I said "You are gorgeous, and I want this, I want you, Liz, and I know Penny will be okay, although she'll be mad to have missed this, but are you sure it will be okay with Paul?"

"He's out getting drunk with the Hurley team. I told him not to go, so he has nothing to complain about." She squeezed me, pressing her body against me, her crotch against the bulge in my trousers. "Now find us a bed, Sean, this one is too crowded."

I carried her across the hall to the study.

Penny and I had set up two desks and two large comfortable armchairs, a radio and lots of bookshelves. No bed, but all the cushions could be taken off the seats and made a comfy square on the floor. We had tried it out a couple of times. Liz didn't object. She was tiny, two cushions was as good as king-size. 

When I knelt on the makeshift mattress and she stood in front of me we were nearly the same height. 

We kissed and I let my hands drift over her body, from head to heels. Her hands were tiny on my back and neck. It was strange. I had not been with another woman for months, and Liz was so different from any girl I had ever been with that the contrast with Penny was even more stark. 

Exciting though. 

I was still hesitant. Liz upped the ante by reaching down and grabbing the hem of her top and simply pulling it up and over her head, throwing it toward the seat on her right. It was a beautiful gesture. 

I admired her for a second, so pale skinned, her long dark hair falling over her shoulders, her black bra with pale pink piping around the seams almost matching her natural colours. We kissed again. 

I helped her remove my shirt as I nuzzled her neck and shoulders and between the V of her bra. Her breasts were sweet scented, a touch of Chanel No 19 lingered there and behind her ears. 

She ran her hands across my chest, and round my back. I was never that muscular, but she seemed to enjoy the feeling, and dug her fingers into my shoulder blades to kiss me harder. My hands were on her bottom, firm and tiny in her jeans, and I pulled her to me. As we kissed she released my back and pulled away a little, and I felt her hands slide between us and start to work on her belt. 

I went for her bra clasp. 

I firmly hope that if there is an afterlife then there is a special level in hell that awaits the designers of bra fastenings. 

She laughed, and squirmed, not making the job any easier, and then spun around, so I could see what I was fighting. "Paul can't do this one either!" she giggled. 

I got the infernal device undone, and she twirled around again before I could do more. Liz grinned at me, holding the bra across her breasts with one hand and the top of her jeans with the other. Her fly was undone, and I could see the pink piping and dark material of the matching knickers. 

She pushed her jeans down, wordlessly. I took each side and pushed them further, running the back of my thumbs over her soft skin, down her outer thigh and past her knees. She put her free and on my head to steady herself as she lifted her leg. It brought her tummy to within an inch of my mouth, and I kissed her navel, making her giggle again. 

Her stomach was smooth and pale, flat and firm. Below it I saw that her pubic mound was prominently arched up. I slipped one leg of her trousers off and she swapped over to raise the other. I put my free hand on the back of her thigh as I worked the jeans over her raised foot. 

Her legs were tiny. My fingers could touch around the calf just below her knee. They were more than half way round at the widest part of her thigh, and when I slipped up to cradle her bottom I found my fingers touched her cotton covered crotch while my palm and thumb encircled her whole buttock. 

She gasped at my unexpected (and unintended) contact with her most intimate area, but after a momentary withdrawal she pressed back against my fingers. I felt the thin material fold into her folds, and the slight dampness that soaked through it as my fingertips opened her lips. 

My lips were on her stomach again, and heading upward. I reached the forearm that was pressed across her bra and kissed it, and moved on to reach her face that she was bending to meet me. As my fingers gently drew circles in the wet cloth between her legs her tongue copied them against mine. 

I became aware that both of her hands were now on my head, and then she pulled back from the kiss and threw her head back, pushing her naked breasts towards my face. 

Like everything else about her they were tiny. Miniature pink nipples poking out like Glacé cherries on top of two iced biscuits. Not quite as sweet to taste, but sweet enough. 

Liz wriggled against my fingers and gripped my head to hold me to her nipple, not that I needed any encouragement to stay there. I heard her make a little gasp that was mixed with a squeak. A pleasure sound. I wondered if I could make her do it again, and gave a fast shimmy with my hand, sending little shock waves at the point where I estimated her clitoris would be. 

She didn't make the same noise. Instead she made a surprisingly deep sound and her legs gave way. 

She was so light that it was easy to guide her down gently without my hand having to press too firmly against her more sensitive areas. She leaned against me, kneeling unsteadily, and kissed me despite her breathless state. 

My hand had been forced to move around her bottom, and my fingers lost contact with her crotch, so she grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand around in front of her. Liz pushed it down over her stomach and I made sure to slip my fingertips into the top of her panties. I was pleased to find she pushed them down inside, into her curly bush and on below to rest on the wet and firm lips beneath. 

As my finger opened her up and circled the top of her slit, finding her clit and then pressing down along the inner lips, curling up to penetrate her for the first time, she clung to me and moaned, pressing her nipples into my chest, her tongue into my mouth. 

I used my free hand to push her panties down, and then caressed her bottom, the small of her back, her spine all the way to her head and back down again. I could reach around the curve of her hard little buttock to feel my finger as it went up inside her, and the soft flesh around it. I popped that finger out, drawing it up along the grove to her clitoris again, and popped the other finger in from behind. Her hips rolled to meet my movements and I was finger fucking her. 

I tried a second finger. It slipped in, and she moaned again. I was amazed. She was so tiny it was hard to believe that she could take two fingers. Harder still that my cock could fit in her. And my cock was hard. I wanted to try. 

Liz was wriggling like a snake between my hands, and obviously approaching orgasm. She clawed at the knickers that were half way down her hips and had to close her thighs, squeezing my hands and stopping me from moving for a second, but as soon as they were past her knees she spread her legs wide and I found I could sink the two fingers up to the knuckles as she bounced up and down. 

Her breathing went up a notch, and then she started panting "Oh Jesus, oh God, oh God, oh Jesus!"

I felt her body pulse, her pussy tighten, her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed. She was rigid in my arms, and I found myself looking at her as she suddenly went limp. She was stunning. Cheeks pink, throat and chest flushed, nipples hard and darkened, lips swollen, hair wild and tousled in waves of dark that contrasted with her incredibly pale skin. As she leaned back in my arms with her legs spread wide I saw the dark triangle of her bush for the first time. 

Penny was darker skinned but lighter haired - merely darkest brown. Liz had the blackest hair, thick and curled, that I had ever seen. 

She reacted to my touch as I softly ran a finger over her hair. I kissed her again. I realised as I did it that we had kissed a lot in the last half hour. She was nice to kiss. 

Her hand gripped the bulge in my trousers. I made a noise in surprise and she laughed as she kissed me again. "That was nice, Sean. Now it is your turn."

She kissed my nipple as she pulled at my belt. 

I helped with the button on my jeans, but she did the zip, and then surprised me by pulling my trousers down in one swift movement. 

"Hmm," was her only comment, but it sounded appreciative. 

I have never boasted about the size of my cock in this narrative - when in real life you have seen something like Mike's monstrous rod, and how it's size inhibited his sex life, you appreciate the utility of a five and half to six inch, normal penis. But when I saw her little hand wrap around me and push my foreskin back I was struck by how huge it looked. Pride was mixed with a momentary fear that she would think it was too big, or that it might in fact be too big for her. But her next words reassured me. She stroked back and forwards slowly and my knees shook. I moaned, and she looked up at me. I was obviously very turned on. She was pleased, smiling broadly as she said "Are you close, Sean? If you come now will you get hard again so you can screw me properly?"

"Yes, and yes!"

"Oh good." She dropped her head and took my tip in her mouth, sucking hard and wanking me fast at the same time. 

I dropped back to kneel with my bottom on my feet, my legs caught in the trousers half way down my thighs. She followed, sucking me, her mouth hot and tongue swirling on my end. I managed to gasp "I'm going to come!" in warning, and she sucked harder and stroked more firmly. She drained me. 

I fell backwards, gasping, my legs awkwardly folded under me. I managed to raise my head to see her looking up at me with a wicked glint in her eyes as she gave a slow, long squeezing stroke with her fingers and thumb, upwards along my shaft and licked the tip of my cock at the same time. 

"Oh, my, god. That, was, wonderful, Liz."

She pulled my legs around and tugged on my trousers, pulling them off me by holding the bottom hems, then grabbed my underpants and pulled them off too. She giggled, and said "Ooh, I do like a man in nothing but his socks."

"I prefer totally naked," I said "I feel silly just in socks when the girl is nude."

"Well we'd better get rid of them then," she said, matching gesture to words, and then launching herself forward, crawling on hands and knees up my body once I was finally bare.

I grinned, and gasped suitably when she kissed my cock on the way past, and groaned a little as she sucked my nipples. Then I had her in my arms, and wrapped in my legs, and kissed her again. 

It was then that I discovered the disadvantage of our difference in height. I had noticed it when Mike was with Tara, and even Penny, but I had not realised what it was like. I couldn't kiss her when she slid down onto my cock. If I strained my neck, and she reached up with hers, our lips could touch when she rested with the tip just inside her, but when she pushed down it was impossible. I sat up. Much better. She bounced up and down, with a little assistance from me, and we could easily kiss. 

It took a while for me to get comfortable with her. She had no trouble, simply raised my cock in her hand and pressed her pussy down over it, the dark hairy lips opened easily and she eased herself all the way until her bush tangled with mine. I found it incredible that I didn't hurt her, especially when she really got going, slamming down on me fast and hard, grunting with the effort. Little by little I found myself joining her exertions, pushing up my cock to meet her, putting my hands on her tiny bottom to push her down.

Something in my head clicked. I was fucking her. Really fucking. Deep and hard and wild fucking. And she loved it. And she could take it. 

I rolled her over, and put her on her back, pushing myself up on my arms, and swinging my hips. She grinned and grasped my chest, and said "Oh, yes, Sean, that's good, oh yes, harder, Sean, oh ride me hard!"

I looked down the length of our bodies to see how my cock looked as it slid into her. Slick and wet and gleaming with her juices. Her little breasts with their hard nipples showed only the slightest tremor as I slammed deep and fast, although the spreading flush of scarlet across them, up her throat and into her cheeks told me that my thrusts were having an effect. 

She came. Wailing and gasping, swearing, and grabbing at my arms. I kept going as she writhed and bucked beneath me, timing my strokes to her ragged breath, driving her on to another peak, watching her eyes widen in disbelief and desire and surrender.

When I felt her clench around my shaft again, tight and hot, tremors running through her body into mine, I pushed deep and held still, leaning on my elbows and looking down at her crumpled, almost purple face. She was beautiful in her agony. I pulled back, until just the tip of my cock was in her and I could feel her tremble again, wanting me inside her, but hoping for relief. I pulled out, and she drew a shuddering breath, and flung her arms round me, drawing me to a kiss, clinging to me. 

I kissed her and murmured to her, how beautiful she was, how wonderful she was, how I had enjoyed that, being in her body. 

Her eyes cleared and focussed on me again and she gave me another fierce kiss, and said "Thank you, Sean. That was ..."

She shook her head, and went on "But you didn't come?"

"Not yet." I said and buried my mouth in her neck. "I'm not finished with you yet." 

She giggled and squirmed as I licked her throat, her breasts, her navel and finally her pussy. She pretended to resist for a moment, pulling at my hair until my tongue found her clit, and she groaned and opened her legs, spreading the pink flower of her delicious sex before me. 

I made a meal of it. I love the taste of a girl after orgasm. Or before, but most girls have a sweeter tone when they have just come. And I love to treat a girl gently, not overstimulate them, but raising them towards that plateau below the peak, working up to the point where they need more. Of course not all women like it. One girl I knew said it was too intimate, another that it was too remote, that she felt lonely because I was so far away. Liz didn't have that problem. I only had to touch the backs of her thighs and she pulled her legs up and wide, exposing herself to my tongue and fingers. 

Her pussy was open. Not just spread, but wide and empty, a dark pink passage that lead to mysterious depths, inviting my tongue in deep. My nose rested on her clitoris, and I rubbed it back and forward on that hard dot, and slid it down to press into her gaping flesh. My tongue of course rubbed a path out of her pussy and across the bridge of skin below to find the other sensitive pink hole that had not been touched before. I licked around it and across it as I pressed my face into her crotch, and she squealed in surprise. 

She wriggled but did not pull away, and I was rewarded with a gasp again when I licked up the length of her slit and sucked on her hard clitoris. I licked a firm circle round it and took the route down again, dipping deep and then on below, feeling her tense a little and then relax and sigh as my tongue circled and flicked over that other sensitive spot. 

I made the journey from rim to bud several times, and her breathing was shortened each time. The as I started to go down for the fourth time she lifted her legs further, and crossed her ankles, pulling down with her hands and popping her head up between them. She rested her neck on her crossed feet, and reached her hands to rest on my head. 

Her pussy was now tilted up so far , and spread so wide, that I could look straight down inside her. Her tiny pink centred ass-hole was at the prefect angle for me to rim. 

I pulled back to look at her, and gave a low whistle. "You are simply beautiful, Liz. You know that? You are perfect."

She giggled, and said "Thank you."

I reached out and touched each of her nipples, and drew a line back over her stomach, through her dark curls, and into her pussy. Two fingers dropped straight in. I raised and lowered them slowly as she closed her eyes and groaned, and then pulled them out and reached up to touch her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked my fingers in, her eyes still closed, and I bent my head to lap at the hairy lips again. 

From close up I could see every little hair and fold of her. It was thrilling. Here was a secret, sacred thing, part of her that was hidden and forbidden, now given to me to explore and touch and taste. There was a little fringe of tiny dark hairs around her anus, spreading out in a circle away from it. And her pussy lips, the outer layer thick and firm, the inner so delicate and bright, framed by the black, glistening wet hair. 

I licked her all over again, and this time when I reached her bottom I felt her rise to my tongue. I reached up and took her hand, and moved it to press one of her own fingers to her clit. I guided it to rub herself as I used my tongue tip to make the same patterns on her bum. 

She got the idea. 

I had relaxed her and opened her enough that I could push my tongue tip inside her, and she came, almost screaming "Oh Jesus Christ!"

Her legs popped open from behind her head and came down to clamp me between her thighs. It put her mons beneath my mouth, and I nuzzled it, reaching into the top of her slit with my tongue, making her grasp my head and whimper. 

I climbed up to face her, taking my chance to suck each nipple and kiss her throat as I passed. She looked at me wild eyed and whispered "Oh, Jesus Christ, oh that was..."

I grinned "Not Jesus, just me." I entered her. 

My cock was hard, and I was ready to come. She never got her breath back. I was slow at the start, relishing her heat, the tightness, the tremors that shook through her and into me. Then my hips and balls demanded a deep thrust, a pause, another, a moment to rest and feel her clasp, the depth of her, the being inside her, and after that the steady, quickening, sliding in and out of her. 




Bad Penny Ch. 12



Her body, so small and slight, rocked beneath me. She lifted her legs and locked them round my back for a few strokes, then pulled them further, getting her ankles up by her ears again. I lifted my self up so I could plunge my cock straight down, and see her bounce beneath me. 

It was a power kick, and I was suddenly frenzied. I brought my knees up to kneeling position , grabbed her feet and held them straight up in the air. With one hand I held her knees together, squeezing her thighs closed and tightening her already tight pussy around my cock as I shafted her. With the other I held her feet and bent them to my mouth. I got both big toes inside and sucked on them. 

She almost exploded. Helpless in my grip she wriggled and bucked and came again, and I kept going. When her legs went limp I lowered them, one on each side of me, my cock still in her, and reached to grip her pelvis. I pulled her body towards me, and pushed my hips forward. She moaned again, and her arms went up over her head. She was mine now. 

I wanted her. I took her. She sometimes reached down to frig herself as I rocked her body back and forth, watching her face, my cock sliding in and out, her tiny tits. 

She put her arms up around me when I lay down over her again, and my stokes got more urgent. Her legs were lifted, I could feel her calves against my thighs, my balls on her ass. My breathing deepened, my balls grew tighter, and she gripped my waist and said "Come on Sean, come on, come in me, come in me, come for me, Sean, come for me!"

I roared and arched my back, thrusting deep, throwing my head back, a silent twisted moment of joy. I was pumping my seed into her body, into her womb, claiming this tiny girl as mine, as she gave herself to me. She wanted my come in her, wanted me to fill her with my essence, wanted me. 

I don't remember rolling over with her in my arms, but somehow I found her sitting up on my stomach as I sucked in air and she looked down at me and smiled. She swept her hair back off her face, it had stuck to her, and brushed the sweat from my forehead as she leaned forward to kiss me and murmur in a low voice, "Thank you, Sean. That was..."

"Incredible." I finished the sentence for her. "For me, I mean. You are incredible. I have dreamed about you, but you are so much better than my dreams."

She kissed me again and said "Thank you." she grinned, and went on. "I have to say I never dreamed about what you just did."

That made me laugh, and she blushed. I knew what she meant, but wanted to hear her talk about it, to make sure she was okay about it, so I asked "What in particular exceeded your dreams?"

"Well," she blushed even more. "You know, when you... You kissed me down there."

"Hasn't anyone ever licked your very pretty pussy before?" I asked 

She thumped me, gently, on the chest and said "Not that. You know what I mean."

"Did you like it?"

She had gone back to normal pale, but flushed pink again. "It was weird."

"But nice?"

"Yeah..." she drawled it, uncertain that she should confess to liking it. 

"So you had a good time?"

"Of course I did. But I suppose you want me to flatter you a bit. Boys always do."

"True. But it isn't just that, I am pleased that you had a good time, because that means you might like to have a good time with me another time."

Liz gave me a hard to read look, and said "I love Paul you know."

"And I love Penny. But I like you too. Have for years. Fancied you as well. But like you. And I liked making love with you just now. And I would like to do it again."

"But not just now," she said "You have worn me out!"

"Oh dear. Would you like me to kiss anything better?"

She thumped me again, and said "Behave!" but then looked at me with soft eyes and whispered "You couldn't kiss me any better than you already did." 

We kissed then, and I ran my hands over her body again, marvelling once more at how different she felt compared to Penny. 

Of course we started to get cold then, and it was getting late. I suggested she stay over, but she said she had to go home. Paul would be rolling in sometime, and she would be there to give him aspirin in the morning. 

She dressed, and so did I. We went to check on Penny, who had not moved, and was soundly out, so I left her to it and walked Liz home. 

On her doorstep she turned to me and said "Thank you for a lovely evening, and for walking me home, Sean."

She sounded so formal that I almost laughed, but I caught something of her mood. Was regret creeping in? 

I said, as gently as I could "I had a lovely time too, I hope we can do it again sometime. Maybe you and Paul could come over some evening. Penny would like that."

She looked seriously at me and said "Really?"

"Yes. I think so. I suspect Paul would too. Would you like to?"

She glanced down. Then up. Shyly she said "It was a lovely evening, Sean."

She reached up and touched my cheek. I though she was going to kiss me, but she hesitated and said "I'll talk to Penny, if you think that would be okay."

"I'll talk to her too." I affirmed. 

On my way home I had a spring in my step. It was only as I got to the house that I thought, 'Is this a good idea? Back to swinging? Would that be putting Penny back into danger?'

Penny was a mess the next day. 

I fed her orange juice and 'Resolve' and later toast and tea. She was most apologetic, but I shushed her and told her it was fine. "Anyway, it was you that lost out." I said 

I told her the story. About Liz helping me get her home, ("Oh gosh.") about Liz undressing her and putting her to bed ("Seriously? No!") and about Liz making it clear that she wanted to go to bed too. ("Really? What did you do?")

To which I replied "Everything. In the study."

Penny was bolt upright in bed now, toast in hand, mouth open. "No! Last night? What do you mean everything?"

"Everything." I grinned. "Well, nearly. Not anal."

Penny almost choked. "You mean you... Shit! And I was asleep! What is she like, nude? I know her tits are tiny but what are they like, are her nipples small? What colour? And her bush? Is she bushy or is it fine? Or does she shave?"

Penny was so keen to know, and to hear all we had done, that I was swept along with her enthusiasm. Despite her hangover she got quite turned on as I talked, and she three back the covers and slid over to me, ending up on my lap, facing me. 

"And she helped you change me?"

I told her that Liz had done more than that. Penny hummed at the news that Liz had removed her top and bra. "Bet she wanted a look!" was her comment. 

I told her about Liz blowing me ("I knew she would swallow") and riding me ("not like having Naimh bounce on you!" said Penny, which was true, since Naimh was perhaps the tallest and largest of our swinging friends) and about her putting her feet behind her head when I licked her. "You rimmed her!" Penny said, eyes sparkling. "How did she react!"

I told her that it seemed to be the first time, and that Liz had seemed to like it. Penny shivered, and said "I bet she did. So she'll be back for more then," Penny pronounced with conviction. 

"Maybe." I told her about the last conversation Liz and I had. 

"Definitely. I'm telling you Sean, she just wants to be sure it is okay with me, but you lick a girl's bum and she'll come back to you."

I laughed, but Penny kissed me, and said intently "It's true." Then she kissed me again. It was passionate, intense and intentional. 

When we came up for air she said "I need a shower. You want to join me?"

Penny tutted over the scratch marks on my back and arms. I had not noticed them the night before until I got home to bed. She vowed that she would have words with Liz about them, but in a joking way. She kept asking me about Liz, comparing their anatomy. And then about what we did. 

It was a strange, tension filled shower. It was unsaid, but we both knew why we were getting clean - to go back to bed and make love. So we washed each other and bumped together, and little caresses were exchanged, but there was nothing blatant, nothing too intimate. Desire built, and as Penny's fantasies about what it would have like to watch me with Liz, or to touch and finger and lick her, got more heated we actually moved further apart in the shower cubicle because any touch might turn into a frantic embrace. 

I got out first and grabbed towels. I wrapped one round me and then beckoned Penny to stand on the bath mat and let me dry her. I was careful to not rub her breasts or buttocks too lightly, and passed the towel between her legs quickly. When she was done she reached to undo my towel, and rubbed me briskly all over. 

When she bent to dry my feet my erect cock was only inches from her mouth. I looked down and had an urge to grab her head and turn it to me, to press my cock into her mouth, into her throat, to see her and feel her clamp her lips around the base of my shaft, to feel her tongue stretch out to lick my balls. 

I controlled myself, with difficulty. Penny noticed the tremor in my leg, and smiled as she stood up. "All clean and dry," she said, and kissed me lightly. 

She stepped back, into a beam of sunlight, and her hair was suddenly filled with fire and chestnut, her skin glowed, and her nipples were crinkled in purple-brown. She was breathtaking. Like something from a classical painting, a nymph or dryad to be chased, a goddess to be worshipped.

Wordlessly she lead me to bed and slipped under the cover, holding it up for me to slide in and join her. 

Wordlessly I edged closer, almost afraid to touch her, and then I caressed her, embraced her, tasted her lips. Wordlessly she put her hands upon me, pressed her leg between mine, her breasts against my chest, her mons on my thigh. 

Wordlessly I pressed my hand into the small of her back, my cock against her stomach, my tongue against hers. We rolled, she parted her legs, my cock butted against unyielding hair and firm lips, and then found a weakness, a softness, a way.

Wordlessly she took me in and lifted her legs, lifted herself up to engulf me, her arms around me, her body flexing, mine joining in the almost silent dance as kisses became more difficult and eyes flashed and closed, lips were bitten and fingers entwined. 

Wordlessly our movement became less fluid but no less synchronised, our kisses ceased as we stared in each others eyes and our ragged breaths collided, our groans and whimpers harmonised. 

Wordlessly her eyes went wide. A tiny cry, another, not language but I knew the meaning, and her hands on my hips conveyed their own message. 

Wordlessly, but not silently, we came, together, lips locked again and bodies close, coupled, welded, one. For an age we were locked together, then muscles betrayed us, relaxed, demanded release. I slid down a little, trailing kisses on her chin, her throat, her breast, wrapping my legs around hers when she closed them, my arms about her waist, her hands in my hair. 

Wordless. 

Monday lunchtime was interesting. I was worried. Paul and Liz would probably be there with the rest of the gang. Had she told him? How had he taken it? How did she feel now that time and sobriety had taken a hand. After all, while neither of us were drunk on Friday we had both had a few. 

Penny and I walked in together, to be met by cat calls and some ribbing. Penny's sudden drunken collapse had obviously been the subject of gossip. Paul and Liz were there, and Paul waved for us to come over, and said to Penny to sit beside him. "Ignore that lot," he said. "You should have seen me on Friday night."

"Well, maybe I'll see you this Friday," she said, with just a hint of emphasis on the word 'see'. To anyone not in the know it would be meaningless, but to Liz, me and evidently Paul, it carried a wealth of implications. 

"Really?" he said, eyebrows rising. 

"If you want to see me, of course," she added. "Or rather, us. I don't like to invite myself, but Tilly will be home this weekend, so how about Sean and I join you at your place? We could bring a movie."

Paul looked at Liz, who nodded, and than at me. "Okay." he said, half questioning. 

"Great." I said. 

Penny gently flirted with Paul all week. She got to have a chat on her own with Liz on Wednesday, and reported back to me that Paul had been a bit annoyed but had come round with the promise that Liz would get Penny to make it up to him. "He could still be trouble though," she said "Seeing you two together might trigger jealousy more strongly. We'll have to handle it carefully on Friday."

On Thursday Penny told Tilly that we were going out the following night and would be staying over, so she would have the place to herself. Tilly was happy enough to hear that, and casually asked "Going anywhere nice?"

I said "Just round to Liz and Paul's"

"But that's only round the corner, why are you staying over?"

Penny glanced at me, and I spluttered. I blushed, saying "Well, they suggested it. We were going to have dinner and watch a film, and ..."

"Star Wars," said Penny. "All three of them. It should all be over about four, but Liz suggested I might want to go to bed earlier, with her."

I looked at Penny with alarm, and she said "Well, not with her, of course. In the spare room. But she might not stay up that late, and will go to bed on her own, and suggested we could both leave the boys to it, if I had the spare bed."

Tilly gave her an odd look, and said "Haven't you seen them before?"

"Yeah, a couple of times." I said. "But Paul just got the new box set, uncut."

Tilly laughed. "Oh, god. I think I'd rather go to bed with Penny and Liz."

It was difficult not to make a quip about that. 

The following afternoon I went down town with forty pounds and a fast beating heart. In Gresham Street was a shop with blacked out windows, that simply said 'Adults only' on the door. I looked both ways to see if anyone I knew was about before I crossed the road and walked straight into it. 

It was small, dingy, and cold. A greying haired, overweight and unwashed looking man sprawled behind the counter, reading a woodworker magazine. If I hadn't been so nervous I would have laughed. The cover story said "Handling Wood in Humid Conditions".

He didn't look at me as I wandered up and down the small display of toys and videos. I was sweating. I was here to buy a blue movie, but I wanted something more than the softcore stuff on display. If only I hadn't had to leave all the films in the flat when we moved out and Peter returned. 

I tried to swallow my heart. "Ah, excuse me," I managed. 

He looked at me "Yeah? Can I help you?" he said, in a disconcertingly light and camp tone. I had expected a bulldog bark. 

"I'm going to a stag do this weekend, and I've been told to organise some of the entertainment."

Before I could go on he said "Ok, are you looking for a stripper, a couple for a live sex show or a girl to blow the Groom? I have a girl, nice looker, who will do all three. Or is it a group of girls for the boys - short notice But I could get you three or four who would be happy at fifty quid a time."

I was gob smacked. "Ah, um, ah, nothing that, ah, extreme!" I stumbled. "I was just looking for a good video or two."

"Oh! Oh well then, no bother." He shrugged and smiled "These videos are all '18' rated, but I take it that the guys are all well over 18? Yes. So they would appreciate something a bit more interesting than that softcore stuff?" He pulled out an unmarked VHS box from below the counter. "Thirty quid. Fifty if you buy two, with a tenner back on each if you want to exchange for something else."

I looked dubiously at the black slab of plastic. "Thirty quid?" I said 

"Full 180 tape, three movies, one German, one American and something Italian. Or I have this one," he held up another tape "But I don't think you 'd go for that."

"Why?" passed my lips before I could think.

"All German and Spanish. Very naughty, a bit special. An acquired taste, let's say."

"Bondage? Pissing?" I said, again without thinking.

"Ooh, well maybe you would like it..." he gave me a leer that I think was supposed to be conspiratorial but I found plain creepy. 

I laughed, and said "Maybe, but I've only forty on me, and I think I'd best stick to the straight stuff for the boys."

He looked at me appraisingly, which made me uncomfortable, and said "Special for a special first time customer. You can have the two for forty."

I stopped just as I was about to open the door, tapes in my pockets, and my heartbeat went up again. What if someone I knew was on the street and saw me coming out? Ah well, deep breath and move quickly. 

Penny asked me what she should wear that evening as we prepared to go out. She had showered and shaved her armpits, trimmed a little around her bush to neaten the lines, and dabbed perfume in all sorts of places. 

It was the first time she had asked me in a long time. But it wasn't like before: she wasn't seeking orders, just advice. We discussed scenarios (again, it had been a topic for days) and decided that the good old stockings and suspenders with matching bra and lacy panties under a modest skirt, with buttoned (unbuttonable) blouse was a hard to beat combination. 

She had bought me silk boxer shorts for the occasion. It was the first time I had ever worn boxers, let alone silk underwear. I have to say, I liked the silk, but I never got on with the way boxers felt. 

We only took one tape with us. I had given both a very brief preview. The guy in the shop was an honest punter, and dead right. The first tape was harder than the ones we had shown Paul and Liz before, straight sex, no plot, some quite kinky stuff. The second tape was wild, and as I fast forwarded and flicked it on for a few seconds I saw some things that shocked me, and some that were revolting, and some that boggled the mind. I wasn't sure about watching it myself, never mind showing it to anyone. 

Liz opened the door, and greeted Penny with a kiss on the cheek, and me with a kiss on the cheek that was followed by a peck on the lips. 

Paul was in the kitchen, surrounded by steam, wearing an apron that said "Hail to the Chef!" on it. Penny kissed his cheek too, and I thought he looked pinker than usual. Maybe that was because of the steam. 

We ate, we chatted, the tension could have been cut with a knife. Dessert was served. Liz licked her spoon in a manner that was more obscene than anything on the video tape in my pocket, and said "Did you bring the movie?"

Penny laughed, and said "Yes."

"Why don't we take dessert in next door and watch while we eat?" she said. 

Paul volunteered to get the coffee. 

In the living room of their flat they had one long sofa and a long coffee table in front of it, the TV beyond that again. Liz took the video from me and put it in the machine, turning round as I sat down and saying. "Oh no, that's no good. Penny, why don't you move over one seat?" She stepped around the coffee table and shooed Penny away from me, and sat down in the vacated spot, not facing me, still talking to Penny. "Now we can talk, and not be distracted by the boys."

I looked at Penny over Liz's head and raised an eyebrow. She did her best not to laugh.

Paul put the coffee tray on the table, and once the mugs of coffee and dessert dishes had been handed out to their proper owners, he put out the lights, and stepped over to turn on the TV and press Play on the tape. 

He had raised an eyebrow at the seating arrangement when he came into the room, but happily plonked himself down beside Penny and reached for his bowl of icecream, saying "So what is this film called, Sean?"

"Don't know, I just got it today, haven't seen it before." I said, but the last two words were cut across by Paul saying "Bloody Hell!"

The tape, after a couple of seconds of grey lines and shimmering bands of colour had suddenly resolved into the unmistakable sight of a huge black cock entering a quite ample white woman's pussy from behind, in close-up. 




Bad Penny Ch. 12



It was a far more graphic image than anything in Debbie does Dallas, or the Autobiography of a Flea, which we had watched with them before, both of which had opened with long softcore scene-setting story telling sections. 

Penny and Liz were silent, staring open mouthed, still perched on the edge of the seat. 

"Bloody Hell!" said Paul again as the picture changed to a blonde school girl being fucked hard from behind by a man wearing nothing but a mortar board, while another pushed a cock as long as Mike's into her mouth until she had swallowed it all. 

Liz sat back in awe. Penny laughed, nervously, and the scene swapped again. A girl on her back, arms above her head, several men wanking furiously around her as one fucked her, suddenly two letting fly with great gouts of come that landed on her face. The camera zoomed in and the picture froze, her open mouth, her tongue coming out to lick the come from her chin. The legend "A Splash of Sperm" appeared. 

"Bloody Hell!"

The title vanished and the picture started moving, and more white goo hit the girl. I wasn't convinced it was all come, but whatever it was, she was covered in it. The picture froze, and more titles appeared, in German. Then a series of short shots of various actresses and then actors, with their names, all engaged in various sex acts, before finally switching to a scene that was momentarily less explicit. A girl French kissing a much older man. A narrator with a German accent talking in English. It was terrible, stilted, delivered in a flat and emotionless voice. Something like "In this scene Sophia wants her hot box filled with man meat, but her old uncle George is the only male she can find. Still, any cock in a crisis, as they say. Go for it Sophia!"

And they did. 

Liz had sat back beside me, but a few inches away. Now she began eating her ice cream again, and brought her feet up onto the sofa, pushing off her high heels, and crossing her legs. One touched my leg, the other was on Penny's thigh. She kept staring at the TV, and her eating movements varied with the action, slowing to a halt, spoon in mid air an inch from her mouth when the old man's cock was revealed. 

"Bloody hell!" repeated Paul for the fourth time "that has to be fake!"

Penny surprised him by saying calmly and quietly "Not necessarily. I've seen one that big before."

She sat back, and took a spoonful of icecream. When she realised he was looking at her incredulously, she smiled and said "Honest. I have." She looked at the screen "Definitely at least that big."

Paul gave her a look of shock, then looked at me, with awe, and then at Liz with raised eyebrows. Penny saw all that, and so did Liz, who had turned to look at Penny with surprise. Penny laughed. "No, not Sean."

She laughed again at Paul's surprised reaction and said "Well you didn't think his was the only cock I've ever seen, or played with, did you?"

Paul spluttered. I could sympathise with his problem. Saying that he thought she hadn't seen anyone but me naked (her very long term boyfriend) would appear to be insulting her, and calling her a liar, since she was proudly claiming otherwise. But saying he thought she had seen other men, and played with them, might imply that her thought her loose, easy, slutty, or whatever other insulting term might be used in the misogynist culture we were brought up in. 

She laughed and patted his thigh, and leaned closer to him and said in a stage whisper "Bigger isn't necessarily better anyway."

Paul was like a rabbit headlights. Her hand was still on his leg, and she was close enough to be almost kissable. He relaxed slightly as she turned and waved at the screen with her other hand, saying "I mean, look at the way those two are getting on."

The pair on screen had taken up a position on a chair, with her sitting on him, facing the camera, his cock penetrating her from behind. She was bouncing up and down on him with her breasts popped out of her half-opened blouse. Penny leaned back in the seat and over towards Paul, resting her shoulder against him, saying, "See how much of his cock isn't in her? She only has the top four or five inches inside. She probably can't fit it all in. Poor guy has to hold back all the time, can't get all the way inside a girl without hurting her. And she must worry when he fucks her that he will get over excited or slip and go in too hard. Doesn't make for good sex. Look," she pointed to the screen again as the couple changed position, " Now he's taking her doggy style he still has to hold back."

Liz had finished her ice cream, and leaned forward to put her bowl on the table. She turned to me and took mine, and handed me two coffee mugs. Then she sat back, snuggled against my shoulder, and took the cup from me. It was natural to put my arm across the back of her shoulders. 

Penny continued her commentary, pointing out the difficulties faced by the over endowed man as the couple again changed positions. With the girl on her back he was vigorously fucking her, making her tits wobble in that fascinating way, but it was clear that he wasn't going all the way in. That pose didn't last long. He pulled out and she sat up to suck him. "See, she can't even swallow him properly!" said Penny. "If course if she was any good at it she could take it all in, but not everyone can do that."

The man pulled out and delivered a large amount come on the girl's face. This shot was then repeated in slow motion and inter-cut with full speed repeats of the first jet a few times. It was all a bit messy and not really a turn on for me, but I suppose the title gave a clue about the focus of the movie. 

The scene cut on a picture of the girl looking at the camera with a big grin, come dripping off her chin. 

It went straight to another scene, two guys getting their cocks out for a Bavarian barmaid to suck. The cheesy emotionless narrator said "Here we have Maria. She is a total come slut who loves sucking cocks but even better is sucking two cocks. These gentlemen have just what she wants. Maybe if she pleases them they will give her a big tip."

They weren't as big as the man in the first scene, but big enough. Still, the girl swallowed them easily. The men throat fucked her in turn, and she popped her breasts out of the white frilly blouse for them to play with. As the girl took the first man deep for the first time Penny said approvingly. "Now that's what I was talking about. She can do it right. She could have swallowed that other guy, no problem."

Liz was resting her free arm along my thigh now, her fingers on my knee, her elbow touching the bulge of my quite erect cock. She said in an awed voice "How does she do that?"

Penny looked at her and smiled. "It's not hard to learn."

Liz swallowed. I saw Paul's eyes widen. Liz said "I thought, when we were at your flat, that night, I thought you did it to Sean, but with the lights off I couldn't see."

Penny grinned. "Do you want me to show you?"

Liz glanced at me, and said "Okay."

She started to move, as if to make room for Penny, and I pulled her back to me, saying "Where are you going?"

Liz looked confused at me, and I added "I'm sure Paul won't mind joining in the demonstration."

Penny immediately turned to him and started undoing his belt, saying "Oh, yes, I think Paul is quite ready, aren't you, Paul darling?"

He was on automatic as he lifted his hips and let her pull his trousers down. She made an appreciative noise and said "Well, well, that's quite big enough to play with."

Paul was pleased, relieved, blushing with embarrassment and suddenly open-mouthed in shock as she plunged her open mouth over him and sucked the whole of his knob end. 

Liz laughed at the noise he made, and twisted round to get a better view. I decided to lift her back onto my lap, so she was sitting sideways on to me, and she put her arm round my neck, as I put mine around her waist. 

Penny released her mouth and pulled up, grinning at Paul. "Now we have to get you nice and wet and slippy all over."

She licked him like an ice cream. 

I could see Paul was caught between stimulation and embarrassment. He was blushing furiously, eyes on Penny, unsure where to put his hands, but every now and then glancing at Liz, to see if it was really okay that this other girl was doing this to him. 

When Penny took the plunge his gaze was locked to her lips. 

She jiggled her head from side to side as she took him into her throat, making a little croaky noise, before she closed her lips around the base of his cock and I saw her cheeks go in as she sucked him. 

"Oh, bloody hell!"

He jerked as she released him and came up for air. She grinned at him, and then did it again. 

"Oh, Whoah, oh!"

She grinned again when she released him, an said "Do you like that?"

"Uh huh."

"So do I," she said, and swallowed him again. 

I felt Liz's hand slip between us, down into my trousers. I lifted myself to allow her to reach my cock and pull it upright. It was quite a relief, and I sighed as she began to stroke it. Penny heard me, and looked over as she brought her lips back up Paul's shaft slowly, resting at the tip. 

He shuddered. She let him rest for a second before lifting her lips and saying "Would you like me to teach Liz how to do that?"

"Uh huh."

Both girls laughed. Penny said to Liz "It takes practice, but you just have to learn to open your throat up and not gag. You just relax, and let the head slip in. It is easier straight on like this, or on your back with him in a sixty-nine position, because the curve in his cock goes the right way. After a while it stops tickling the spot where it makes you want to be sick, and you can do this."

She opened her mouth wide, pressed her face down until Paul's cock was completely engulfed, and then began to bob her head up an down rapidly. 

"Oh, oh! Oh bloody! Oh no! Ooooh!"

Paul's back arched as Penny carried on, and on his last cry she stopped, sucking hard around the base of his cock, and then slowly drawing up to the tip. 

Paul squirmed and groaned all the way, and fell back with his face pointing at the ceiling as he gasped great breaths of air. 

Penny grinned and licked her lips. She turned to Liz and said. "You might have to wait a while to try it on Paul though. Sorry. But I'm sure Sean wouldn't mind if you want to practice on him."

Liz was watching Paul and Penny with her mouth open. She looked at me, and back to Penny, and back to me.

"If you like." I said. "But you don't have to."

On screen the Barmaid was being showered repeatedly with come, and the groans and moans and her squeals distracted Liz for a second. The scene was brutally cut to another couple, a tiny black girl with a white, blonde, large, leather clad woman.

The girl was kneeling between the blonde woman's legs and bending forward to lick her out. A blonde man with long swinging cock was watching, holding a whip and drinking a glass of wine. 

"Unless of course you would like to try that?" I said softly in her ear.

Liz looked round at me, quizzically. "Me? Kiss her, like that?"

"Well, you seemed to like the taste when I put my finger in your mouth the other night. Or would you like Penny to kiss you there? She would like that you know." I dropped my voice even lower "She might even kiss your bottom."

Liz shivered and a shy smile blossomed on her face. "What about you?"

"I can wait. Until Paul recovers so Penny can play with him again and distract him."

She gave him a glance and saw that Paul was coming round. Penny was still sitting at his feet, watching him, and sipping a coffee.

"Penny darling," I said, softly, although I had to speak up a little to be heard over the sound of the black girl getting fucked and the moans of the woman she was still licking, "would you mind coming over here?"

Penny got up on the couch beside us and leaned quite close to Liz and I, smiling as she said "You guys okay?"

"Yeah," I said. "Liz was just telling me that she had never kissed a girl, and never had a girl kiss her, and I suggested that if she wanted you would be happy to oblige."

Penny smiled and said "Oh, certainly! It would be my pleasure!"

She took Liz's face in her hands and leaned in to touch lips. Liz froze in my arms for a moment, and then, as the kiss went on and I saw Penny was relaxing her jaw, opening her mouth a little, Liz melted. 

The kiss went on for some time, and when they parted both girl's smiled, a little shyly. 

Penny said quietly, "Okay?"

Liz was equally quiet, "Yes. That was nice."

I was a little louder when I said "But not quite the sort of kiss I was talking about."

Penny looked at me questioning, Liz dropped her eyes and blushed. "Liz was curious about what the girls were doing on screen."

Penny glanced at the TV, but the scene was ending, the white woman was wanking the man over the black girl's face, and as we looked at it they went to slow motion again.

"Not that," I said, "Earlier on she was going down on the other woman."

"Oh!" Penny said gleefully. To Liz she said "That would be fun."

She kissed her before she could say anything, and put her arms around her. 

Penny drew Liz to her, off my knee, and onto the seat beside me. As Penny sat back it was natural for Liz to end up straddling her, and as the kissing grew more passionate Penny started to caress her back and legs, and then bring one hand around to touch Liz's breasts. 

I stood up to give them room, and to turn the TV down a bit. The actress (Called Candy by the monotonous narrator, who claimed the girl was 'Mad for big black cock') was making a repetitive and annoying wailing sound as she was being soundly fucked over the bonnet of a sports car. 

When I turned back towards the sofa I caught Paul's eye. He was looking quite astonished, so I gave him a big grin and shrugged, as if to say 'they are having fun, so I'm not going to interfere' and I sat on a small footstool beside the coffee table, pouring myself another cup, and offering one to Paul. 

He took it automatically, and sat back, watching his girlfriend snog mine.

Liz was wearing jeans, which made it possible for Penny to caress her bottom and up her thighs, and press a thumb into the space between them, catching Liz's clitoris with the seam at the bottom of the zip. (Or so I guessed from the noise that move elicited.) But it did make any further move towards oral sex quite difficult. However Liz's position put her breasts quite close to Penny's, and I was pleased to see that after Penny had fumbled with one of her own blouse buttons Liz helped her undo more. 

Penny's very pretty bra was exposed, which seemed to interest Paul. Liz placed her hand on it and squeezed Penny's breast as she kissed her again. Penny reciprocated, a hand going up the back of Liz's tee-shirt and round beneath it to reach the small bosom within. 

Liz surprised me by reaching down and grabbing the hem of her shirt, peeling it off over her head and throwing it onto Paul's face. She laughed and launched back into kissing Penny, rubbing her bra against the other one. 

This time Liz was in white underwear, although from my vantage point I could see it was of a strange design. It was little more than a cropped, elasticated top, like a mini vest or a soft sports bra. Penny told me later it was the sort of thing she wore when she was twelve. 

Encouraged by Liz's enthusiastic response, Penny was driving things along. She had her hand under Liz now, pressing upwards and rubbing back and forth. It made Liz rise on her knees, and Penny seized the opportunity to drop her head and take one of the pointed nipples that showed beneath the thin material into her mouth. 

Liz giggled again, and did not resist when Penny pushed up the bra on the other side, and transferred her lips to the bare flesh there. 

Soon Liz lifted her bra for Penny to return to the first nipple, and then peeled it off, tossing it in Paul's direction as well. He was sitting round to face the girls now, absent-mindedly holding his cock and slowly wanking, as he watched them and sipped his coffee. 

Of course when Penny started to undo Liz's jeans, still sucking at her breast, I saw Paul's eyes widen. Liz just held Penny's head in both hands, and groaned, with eyes closed. 

Penny pushed her jeans down, and the white cotton panties with them. I got a good view of Liz's smooth, pale bum and slim thighs, and the flash of Penny's fingertips between them as she slid her hand up into the cleft. 

Liz's back arched and she gave a huge groan. Penny had found her clit with her thumb, and spread her inner lips with the side of her index finger. With a rocking motion she rubbed both the little button and the length of Liz's opening, and Liz shuddered as Penny sucked even harder on the nipple in her mouth. 

Paul was mesmerised. On the TV beside me a woman was being spit-roasted by men in fireman's outfits, but no one was paying that any attention. 

Liz tried to shove her trousers down further, but couldn't really do it with her legs spread on each side of Penny's, and she gave a gasp of frustration. Penny took control. She put an arm around Liz's waist and with her other hand still firmly clamped against the small girl's pussy she lifted and swung Liz round into the sofa beside her. 

That put Liz on her back, her legs sticking out over the coffee table, and Penny kneeling up on the sofa cushions could kiss her and slip a finger into her pussy. 

Liz bucked against Penny's hand and her legs waved. I decided to help out. I stepped over to shift the coffee table out of the way and then took the ends of Liz's jeans in each hand and pulled them off her legs. Her knickers were left around her knees, but they slipped to her ankles as she opened her legs wide and let Penny get two fingers into her darkly fringed slit. 

Paul's eyes looked ready to pop out of his head as he saw my girlfriend finger fuck his. 

Of course he was looking at them from the side. My point of view was from directly between Liz's spread legs, and I could see exactly what Penny was doing to make Liz thrash around so much. 

Then Penny did something they made Paul gasp, and once more whisper "Bloody hell!"

She pulled her fingers out Liz's very wet pussy and brought them up to slip them between her lips and Liz's. 

Both girls licked at Penny's fingers, and Liz seemed disappointed when Penny curled them into her own mouth for a firm suck. 

But a second later Penny had her other hand on Liz's slit, her fingers pumping in and out, getting coated with her juices again, and then Penny raised them to Liz's mouth, sliding them between her greedy lips. She sucked on them as Paul goggled and Penny reached again with her free hand to touch the dark furry mound and slide a finger into Liz's slit.

Liz arched her back as Penny touched her clit with her finger tip, and threw her legs wider. The opportunity was too good to miss. With her fingers still lodged in Liz's mouth, Penny brought her own lips to bear on the spread pink flower that Liz presented. 

I had expected Paul to swear again, but he was now open mouthed and speechless. 

As Liz began to moan and writhe Paul looked at me in shock. He rose, pulling his trousers up, and stumbled around the coffee table to squat down beside me. His eyes were drawn to the spot between his girlfriend's open legs where Penny's tongue was playing. Without looking at me he said softly "She's licking her minge."

I felt a response was needed. "Yes."

"Actually licking it."

"Yes."

"She's a girl."

"They both are, yes."

"But she's licking her minge. Did you know she was going to do this?"

"No, I didn't know, but it isn't that much of a surprise, I know she likes doing it."

"You knew your girlfriend is a lezzie?"

I looked at him. He was serious.




Bad Penny Ch. 12



"She isn't a lesbian, Paul, she just sucked you off. She just likes licking pussy too. Don't you?"

He looked at me and I could see in his face that he was sincere when he said "Not really. I mean, I do it sometimes because she likes it but..."

Words failed me. The look on Paul's face was of disinterest, very mild disgust and incomprehension that I should think he would like doing it. At least he wasn't revolted, I thought, but how sad that he didn't love it like I did. Or Penny did.

Liz was coming. Penny was flicking her clitoris with her tongue, probing her pussy with two fingers and, I suspected, pressing on Liz's ass-hole with another. 

"Well," I managed "As you say, she does seem to like it."

"Yeah." said Paul, glumly. "Jesus, is she...?"

He was pointing at Penny's crotch. Her skirt had been rucked up, her stocking clad thighs exposed, and between her legs I could see Liz's hand was moving back and forth. 

"Jesus, Sean, she's turning Lizzy into a lezzie!"

I laughed. I couldn't help it. The comedy of the alliteration and the indignation and the sheer nonsense of it all was too much. 

He turned to look at me hotly. "It isn't funny! What the hell is she doing to my girlfriend!"

I looked at Paul and put a hand on his shoulder and said "Making her come, Paul. Giving her pleasure. Sharing it. And if you had any sense you would watch and learn. Haven't you heard of foreplay? The two of them are having fun together, getting each other worked up, but I guarantee you, Penny is going to want more than a finger in a wee while. She likes men. She fancies you. Now wise up and watch. Because whatever Liz likes is something you can learn to do. And watch whatever Liz does to her because Liz thinks Penny will like it, because that is what Liz likes having done to herself. And if you learn to do those things, then Liz will like that, and be happy to do all the things you like. But if you don't then she will find someone else who does. And that isn't a threat, it is just the truth."

He looked shocked again, and said "You mean I have to lick her minge or she'll run off with Penny?"

"No, I mean if you learn to give her really good oral sex, she won't have to kick you out and find a boyfriend who can."

He looked almost belligerent. Not a good mood for a swinging party, so I tried to mollify him. 

"Look, Penny is never going to run off with another woman, not even Liz, because she likes men far too much. You liked what she just did to you, yes?"

"Well, yeah."

"So did she. And so do I. But it took some learning, and it wasn't always pleasant for her. Now if she is prepared to learn how to do that, or if Liz is going to try it, and risk throwing up, the least you can do is learn to like licking pussy, yes?"

"Well..."

"Well nothing. You give her a good time and she will give you a better one. Look at Penny. Penny loves sex. Big time. Every which way. She loves having a cock in her, she loves riding a cock, she loves it from behind, standing up, lying down, sideways, backwards, in the shower, in the open air, in a cupboard, in the car, on a boat, on a train, we haven't been on a plane but it is on the list of to do's. But you can't just expect to walk up to her and stick it in her. Well, sometimes, if she is really horny, and has been thinking a lot about it you can, but that's because she is already worked up, thinking about it is foreplay of a sort. Point is, a little time getting her worked up leads to a long time of her giving you the works. Jesus man, Liz is a wild little firecracker, all you have to do is learn how to light the fuse!"

I hated how cynical that sounded, but it seemed to be the level at which the appeal might work. 

"Yeah, I suppose, but l don't like it."

"Why not? It is delicious, pretty, makes her excited and pleases her, what's not to like?"

"Delicious? Not always. I mean, even after a shower or whatever it still smells a bit. I mean, they pee with it. And that time of the month stuff." He shuddered. 

I shook my head. What can you say? 

I glanced at the girls. Liz, having come and run out of breath, was lying back with her legs slightly apart, and Penny was kneeling beside her, a hand resting on Liz's crotch, a finger just resting along the length of her pussy, pink in contrast to the dark haired lips that clasped it. They were kissing, gently, slowly, lovingly. Penny's bottom was pointed toward us, and her skirt was down, so I could not see what Liz's hand was doing, but the movement in Penny's hips suggested that something was going on. 

"Well, at least tonight you won't have to worry about it." I said. "Penny has Liz well turned on, and it looks like Liz may return the compliment."

Peter started, and I said "Go easy mate, they are having fun. And they will remember about us eventually, and then Penny will want some male company, and wasn't that what you were hoping for tonight? Yes?"

He shifted, uncomfortably, "Yeah, I suppose."

"Well I will guarantee you something. You try and break them up now with some bullshit about lesbians and not having your girlfriend licking another girl's bits, and you won't get laid for a week. Penny won't put up with it, and Liz will be furious. You chill out and act like its the twentieth century, and in half an hour those two will be tearing your clothes off. Your choice mate."

He nodded, "You're probably right. Want a beer?"

He stood up, still clutching his trousers, and went to the kitchen. He wasn't long in returning, two tins of beer in his hands, his trousers now buttoned and zipped, although his belt was still loose. He stopped dead in the doorway and stared for a moment, and then lumbered over to me, still gazing at the girls on the sofa. 

In the few seconds he was absent Penny had thrown off her blouse and bra, and Liz had helped her with her skirt. Penny had pushed her pants down, and Liz then aided her to slip them off. The two had started kissing again, both kneeling up on the cushions, face to face, stroking each other. When Paul entered the room Liz was tentatively running her fingers through Penny's naked bush. Penny rested her hand on Liz's neck, and leaned back, opening her legs and bringing her breasts up to Liz's face. Liz did not hesitate. For the first time in twenty years she took another woman's nipple in her mouth and sucked. 

As Paul handed me the beer, Liz pushed a finger into Penny, another first. 

"Bloody hell!" he whispered again. 

"Best show in town," I said. "Beats the video anyway."

He glanced at the TV. The German movie had ended. The American one had started. A grotesque bleach-blonde, silicone-implanted, huge-eye-lashed and long-nailed, red-lipped creature was using a baseball bat as a dildo. The noises she made only served to make her self even more unattractive. 

He looked back. "Yeah."

"Aren't they pretty?" I said quietly

"Yeah. Your Penny has great tits."

"Can't blame Liz for sucking them, eh?"

He laughed. "No, not really."

"You've fancied Penny for ages, haven't you?"

He gave me a slightly wary look, and I said "No problem, I fancied Liz from long before she started going out with you. And anyway, Penny is a very fanciable girl."

"Yeah. Yeah you're right."

"And she knows you are watching. She likes to be watched. She likes to show off. Look, the way she lifted her leg there, so we can see."

"Yeah." Paul whispered. 

Liz was frigging Penny now, two, maybe three fingers in her, and she was sucking on the other nipple. But I knew that Penny wanted more. She had talked about getting Liz to try four fingers, or more, maybe her whole tiny hand. And about having her lick her. 

Just as I thought it Penny leaned back. She lay with her head propped on the arm of the sofa and opened her legs wide, spreading them on each side of Liz. The tiny girl carried on fingering Penny, but now she could clearly see what she was doing. It mesmerised her. She stared at Penny's pussy, and probed it with one finger, then two, then three. 

"Another," said Penny, "You won't hurt me, it's okay"

Four fingers could fit, straight in line, her thumb on the top, rubbing Penny's clit, pressing her hand in until her palm was half inside. 

I could see it, but wished I was closer. It was frustrating, but with Paul there I couldn't move, because he would too, and we would be crowding them, putting them off. 

I wondered if Penny would ask for another. If Liz would be able to fold in her thumb, if she could fit her tiny hand inside Penny. The idea for some reason made my cock swell, uncomfortably in my trousers. I shifted on the stool, and heard Paul half laugh. "I know your trouble, mate."

He reached down and did some rearranging. 

I was kind of happy to see that. It showed that he was getting turned on by the girls antics, not about to get religiously medieval about lesbians again. 

Liz had moved back a little and bent down to get a better angle and to see what she was doing. I watched her as she looked closely at Penny's pussy, and at her own hand and fingers as she touched each part. Half a second before she did it I knew what was about to happen. She bent to kiss Penny's clit. 

Beside me Paul's body stiffened, but he didn't say anything. 

Penny stretched like a cat and made a deep sound in her throat. Liz did it again, longer this time, and her tongue came out tentatively. Penny's hum of pleasure encouraged her. When Penny lifted her legs, hooking an ankle over the back of the sofa , holding the other leg behind her knee, swivelling her sex up to point at Liz's mouth, there was no hesitation. Liz ran her tongue slowly and deeply down the slit, opening Penny, tasting her, penetrating her. 

Paul's whispered "Bloody hell!" was choked with emotion. 

I watched the two girls, seeing Penny squeeze and lift her own breasts and gently rock her hips to press against Liz's face. Liz had moved her hands to cradle Penny's bottom, lifting the hairy chalice to her lips, licking around it with deliberate circles, up one side, across the sensitive bump at the top, down the other, across the lower edge, almost veering onto the sensitive perineum, but not yet dipping to Penny's ass-hole. 

They were both loving it. 

My mind raced through various scenarios. Where might this go next? Beside me Paul was obviously very turned on and conflicted. He needed to get into the action, reassert his sexuality. He needed to fuck. 

Penny was starting to breathe hard now. The question was, should I restrain Paul, let Liz make Penny come, and then... Penny would need time to recover, and Paul was revved up now. The natural thing would be for him to grab Liz, which would frustrate my plans. Better to interrupt Liz, and Penny would be eager to have Paul sate her, and his own needs, although I guessed he wouldn't be long, and that would leave me making love with his girlfriend for some time while he sat about watching. Oh, well, Penny would keep him distracted. 

I said quietly to Paul, "Now would be a good time to take over from Liz. Get your clothes off and go and give Penny a kiss. She'll be happy to let me drag Liz away then. As long as you are okay about me dragging Liz away that is."

He looked at me, and I could see he was torn. "Ah, yeah," he said, glancing at Penny again. She had her back arched, nipples hard and shivering on her superb breasts. Utterly suckable. "Yeah." he said with more conviction. 

I stood and began to strip. So did he. 

Paul had a slight hesitation when it came to his underpants, but glanced at me as I placed my clothes on the stool. I was naked. I was half erect. I suppose I didn't look that much bigger than him, certainly not like the guys on the films.

He dropped his underpants again, stood up, took a deep breath and looked at the girls. Penny was writhing, her hand on Liz's head. I leaned over to him and said "Suck her nipples. She'll love it."

He stepped forward and bent over to do what I suggested.

Penny's eyes opened and she put a hand on his head.

I moved beside Liz, and touched her shoulder. She looked up, saw Paul sucking at Penny's breast, and then looked round at me. She was surprised, but then smiled, and I leaned in to kiss her. Her breath was sweet with Penny's scent, and she flowed into my arms and her soft body melded to mine.

A few seconds later Paul was on top of Penny, entering her, and Liz was on me as I lay on the floor. She wriggled backward and pushed up against my cock. "You want this?"

"Oh, yes."

She leaned down and in a soft and fervent voice she said "So do I." 

Liz rode me slowly, deeply, faster, harder. On the sofa Paul was grunting and Penny was moaning, and the two of them thrashed and bounced. Liz kept time with the increasingly frantic movements beside us, but she wasn't quite ready to come when Paul did. 

Nor was Penny, who gripped his hips and forced him to keep moving. She was rocking her own hips hard up against him, desperate for just a few strokes more, so close to her orgasm that she was beginning to loose co-ordination and her breathing was ragged.  

Paul's hips didn't co-operate; he was sagging. She let her breath go in a great explosive exasperation, let her limbs go lax, and lay back with legs wide and arms above her head. 

She hadn't come. She was almost furious. 

Liz was oblivious, and now running out of breath. There was no hope that I would reach a climax now either. Sympathy for Penny and a nagging thought that in a moment Paul would get his breath back, raise his head and see me coming in his girlfriend as she had an orgasm and clung to me panting in pleasure, just killed the buzz. 

I did my best for Liz, and held her gently when she yelped and wriggled and cried out to Jesus, and flung herself on me. 

On the sofa Paul untangled himself from Penny. He did at least say thanks, before becoming embarrassed and bluff. He offered us all a drink and went off to get beer from the kitchen. Penny looked at me with round eyes and shrugged. 

I shrugged back, as best I could. 

She came down and spoke gently to Liz. "How you doing, darling?"

"Fine. You?"

"Fine, but Paul seems a bit..."

Liz pushed herself up. She looked around and saw that Penny was upset. "Oh, that man!" she almost spat. "Sorry, Sean, I'll go and see what's up."

Penny nipped to the bathroom, and I was left naked on the sofa, wondering what to do. Penny was back just before Paul and Liz emerged. They looked a little tense, but Liz insisted on sitting beside Penny, who was beside me now, with Paul on the far end, and watching the rest of the movie. 

It was strange experience. The American film had only few minutes to run, another silicone fest, with three girls and five guys, and for the first time an anal scene. We watched in silence and sipped beer. I just felt awkward. Penny was leaning against me, and I had my arms round her, but I could feel her tension. 

Things loosened up a bit when the Italian film came on. There was more plot, although the subtitles were oddly bland, probably a poor translation. (Although given the dialogue quality of most porn films they might have been entirely accurate.) Liz started to make remarks to Penny and the two compared actresses, actors and performances throughout. 

But it was still artificial feeling. No one was turned on. In fact I got bored. Despite the otherwise impressive beauty of the women, the settings, the cars, the countryside and the furnishings and fashions (It was Italian - what do you expect?) I just wanted it to end. Even the scene with the blonde twins didn't catch me.

It ended. Liz suggested a cup of tea. Penny said she didn't want caffeine so late, and Liz agreed. "Maybe we should just head for bed?"

Ten minutes later, after a hurried trip to the bathroom, we were in the spare room, quietly whispering under the covers. Neither Penny nor could believe it. Of course we agreed that Paul was the problem. "No competition for you there!" avowed Penny. "I can't see Liz putting up with that for long. Especially now she has had you. Twice."

I wondered if there was a hint of jealousy there, but I explained how Paul had been about Penny and Liz. She was outraged. "So that's why he interrupted us! Well, we 'll just have to invite Liz over by herself. Or with her next boyfriend."

So, not that jealous, I thought. 

Breakfast was awkward again. Liz chatted breezily, Penny tried, so did I, but Paul was a little black rain-cloud. We escaped as soon as was reasonable, with a story about meeting with Tara and babysitting. 

As soon as we were out of earshot Penny said. "That was awful."

"Yes."

"I don't know what it is with Paul, but it was weird. It was like he was somewhere else. I didn't like that."

"Well, we won't invite them again."

"Oh no, we have to get Liz back. But Paul... I don't know. Maybe if we let Tara have him... Let's go and talk to her. We can see David as well."

We spent a pleasant morning playing with the baby, and Penny had a long chat with Tara. I wasn't too surprised to hear that Penny was half of the belief that Paul's dissatisfaction was her fault. Tara snorted and soon dissuaded her. 

That night we made love again, softly and gently, and I think I convinced her that Paul was an idiot. It was reinforced when at 2am we were woken by a banging on the door and shouts in the street. 

I looked out the window and saw Paul holding Liz by the hair.



Bad Penny Ch. 13



Penny was frozen in horror for a moment as we looked out of our bedroom window. Below us Paul was holding his girlfriend Liz by the hair while he pounded on our front door.

I was horrified too, but adrenaline flooded me. I grabbed a robe and raced down stairs, where I threw open the door. Before I could speak Paul threw Liz at me. 

"Here, keep the bitch! See if I care! Fucking slut! Have her! Add her to your collection of sluts!"

He turned and stormed off down the street. Liz half collapsed, weeping, in my arms. I helped her inside. Penny had followed me down and grabbed her and hugged her, and when I looked up our house mate Tilly was at the bottom of the stairs. She gave me a brief look, and said "I'll put the kettle on, shall I?"

We took Liz into the living room where she continued to weep, and wail. It was only then I saw her nose was bleeding and she had a cut lip. 

Calling the police was debated, Liz said "No." I'm still sure we should have. But we helped her clean up and cry, and drink tea and cry, and curse and cry, and sleep. Penny took her to our bed, I slept on the sofa. 

Tilly had been good enough to make tea and go to bed, leaving us our privacy. But in the morning she was first up, and since she handed me a cup of tea, as I woke on the couch, I thought I owed her an explanation. 

"It is sort of complicated..." I began

"Your friend, or rather, ex-friend I think, seemed to think it was simple."

"Yes. Paul is a simple kind of guy." I said, clutching for a story to tell. 

"Well, I don't know about that, but from him shouting about 'lezzie whores' and 'you want to fuck him again, you can fuck him all you like' I did get the idea that simplicity in his sex life appealed to him."

"Ah. Is that what he said?"

"My window was open." She gave me a strange look, and a half smile. "So, let me guess. The simple version is that when you stayed overnight on Friday things got complex? Drink taken, clothes removed, all good fun, and now in the sober light of day the green eyed monster comes out and spoils it all?"

"Pretty much, yes."

"Oh well, I can hardly blame you, or Penny, she is a pretty little thing. Will she... it is Liz, isn't it? Will she be staying?"

"I don't know. Yes, it is Liz."

"Well if you are setting up a ménage can I recommend that you get a larger bed or two more small ones? You should never sleep as a pair and a single - it leads to jealousy and plate throwing. In my experience anyway."

I sat speechless. 

She went on "Also put it on a proper footing from the start: she pays rent and bills, and we put her on the chores rota. Although, if she can pay the same as we are now we could put that to getting a cleaner. What do you think?"

"I..."

"Are you alright? You look like a goldfish."

I closed my mouth, and took a calming breath. Now was not the time to ask about her experience with multiple partners. Play it cool. "Good idea," I said "Although she may go home to her parents. Rushing into living with someone after a trauma might be a bad idea."

"Yes. Just because you all got on well in the sack once doesn't necessarily mean much. Well, I have to do some work, but I will be back around five. Penny's cooking tonight I believe."

As she left the room I was again struck by the same thought that I had some weeks before when Tilly had talked about our sex life - this could all get very complicated. 

Liz was in volatile form that day. Her cut lip was swollen, one eye was black, and she had bruises on her arms, back, legs and hands. One very nasty bruise on her inner thigh spoke volumes about what Paul had done with his feet. Her hands and knees were cut from her falling to the ground as Paul had dragged her along the streets from their flat to our house. Fortunately there was nothing broken. At least nothing physical anyway. 

She wouldn't hear talk of the police - and she wouldn't call her parents either, for the same reason - it emerged that her brother was, as the saying went "connected." She feared that if he found out about what happened, Paul would end up without kneecaps. Or worse. Even I agreed that such a fate was perhaps more than he deserved. And of course she couldn't go to the cops - they were the enemy, as far as her family was concerned. 

She was also ashamed. She didn't want anyone to know Paul had beaten her and thrown her out. She didn't want anyone to know why. She blamed herself. Briefly she blamed me, and Penny, but not for long. There was a lot of crying and name calling. 

All we could do was be nice and offer to let her hide with us until she healed. 

I got a chance to talk to Penny when Liz went for a nap that afternoon. Of course we agreed we had to help Liz, but how long would she be with us? And what would the sleeping arrangements be? Penny looked askance at me when I said that, and I explained. "Look, I'm not suggesting we all get in bed tonight for a mad sex session. I'm not that insensitive. But I don't want to sleep on the sofa, and I don't want her to feel rejected and lonely and have to be on her own, and I don't want you to be on the sofa either. So ... Well she is very small. The three of us will fit. What do you think?"

At bed time we did as we had planned. Penny said she was tired, and said to Liz "Are you coming to bed?" 

Liz said "Yes. I'm tired too."

Penny looked at me and said "You too?" 

And as arranged I said "I'll be up in a while. I just want to finish this chapter."

So the girl's went upstairs, and I read on for a few minutes, knowing it would give Liz a chance to talk to Penny. Any objection or hesitation, we had agreed, would be supported by us, and we had also agreed an opening line for Penny to use if there was any problem. 

So I finished my chapter, and went up stairs with three glasses of water. I didn't knock at the bedroom door, but I did make a fuss of opening it and going in slowly. Liz was in bed. Penny was chatting to her as she was putting on her nightshirt. I got a flash of Penny's perfect nipples just as they were being covered up. 

"Hi darling," Penny began. I breathed easier. If there was a problem she was to say "Oh Sean..."

"Liz was wondering if you could take a note to her tutor tomorrow. I'm in a lecture at the time."

"Yeah, no problem." I said, and put the tray of glasses on the bed. I lifted my pyjamas and went to the bathroom. 

When I got back Penny was in bed, in the middle. I got in beside her, she kissed me goodnight, and we all went to sleep. 

It took me a while to go over. I had a lot to think about.

Liz looked better and was in better mood the next day. I took her note to her tutor, and Penny went down town and bought some new knickers and a bra for Liz. We had a council of war around the dinner table, Tilly joined in.

Someone had to go to Paul, to arrange a time for Liz to get her stuff. Tilly volunteered. I said I would go with her. Liz looked up shyly. "Not a good idea. Penny could. But I don't think he would want to see you, Sean. The argument was about you. At least to start with."

I hadn't heard how it had started. It seemed invidious comparisons had been made. She was angry. He had been moody and snappy for two days. He wanted sex, she wanted foreplay. My name came up. End of civility.

The next question was where to take the stuff once she retrieved it. I said that I had talked to Penny, and Tilly, and she was welcome to move in with us. I told her what the rent was, and said "If you just want to stay here we can make up a bed in the study. Or, if you want, you can stay with us. Penny and me. Tilly doesn't mind."

Liz looked shyly at her, and then me. "I wondered about that. I was surprised no one said anything this morning."

"Oh I'm very open minded, and very discrete," said Tilly. "If you like you can put some things in my room and make it look like you sleep there whenever your parents come to visit."

Liz looked surprised. "Oh. Yes. My parents. I suppose I will have to tell them I'm moving. Dad will be unbearable. He didn't want me to move in with Paul. 'Living in sin.' Jesus, what would he say if he knew? What if Paul tells him?"

"Unlikely. Apart from anything Paul's scared of your family. He hit you, he's got to know your brother might... hit him."

Liz and Penny and Tilly all looked at me in horror. "Well, it is true. He told me once that your family scared him. I didn't know why, but it makes sense now."

So it was arranged. Tilly and Penny tracked Paul down the next day by staking out his lectures. He handed over a key to the flat, since Liz had been dragged out without hers, and Penny had a quiet word with him. It was a speech I prepped her for. Paul was told to keep his mouth shut, or Liz would tell her brother. Any bother, any rumour, and he would be turned over to The Boys. Any word about Penny or me, and he would need a wheelchair. 

Penny didn't want to say it, to make the threat, but I convinced her. 

It worked. He never spoke a word, and used to turn and flee at the sight of any of us. I felt bad about that sometimes. But not often. 

Liz paid her rent, avoided her parents for a week or two until the bruises healed, then told them she had been avoiding them because she was unhappy and leaving Paul, and she had found a new place to live, and invited them over. Tilly went out for the evening. They agreed her room was very nice, and although they didn't approve of me and Penny very much, (we were living in sin) they were grateful we took their daughter in. 

That night, after they left, Penny turned to Liz as she walked back into the living room from closing the front door and said "So it's official then. We live together."

She stepped over to her and kissed her, and hugged her. Not just a peck on the cheek, but a full lips together melding into lips open, tongues, hands, clothing-rumpled kiss.

Liz responded in kind. I was sitting about six feet away on the sofa, and just watched for a minute, until Penny broke the kiss and looked down at Liz to say "Bed?"

Liz nodded "Yes"

Penny looked at me and said "You coming?"

I said "Not quite yet, but it might not be long."

She stuck her tongue out at me. It was a pretty tongue. Quite pointy. 

I got off the seat and stepped over to them, an arm round each, and they each kissed me. Hands roved onto my bottom, and fingers found my shirt buttons. "Bed." I said. 

I chased the two of them up the stairs, and into our bedroom. A frantic round of kisses and stripping went on, and we ended up in a heap of naked skin and hair, caressing each other on the bed. 

I don't know whose lips closed around my cock for the first time. I was deep between Liz's thighs, enjoying her in a way that the foolish Paul never could. It was fleeting though, not too much of a distraction. Everything that night was like that: wonderful but hard to remember. In my head it is kaleidoscopic; bright, beautiful, fragmented, ever changing. 

Small things stand out. Rather like Liz. I was constantly struck by her size, her lightness, her seeming fragility and surprising toughness. I would go to do something that I would have done with Penny and be amazed at how thin her arms or legs were, how easy it was to lift her or move her, or bounce her. 

But the moments of beauty are the ones that really remain with me. Liz so pale, and still marked by fading bruises in some places, wrapped in Penny's tanned arms and legs. The contrast of the white, small, smooth rounded bump of her breast against the honey coloured cone of Penny's, little pink nipple standing proud beside the larger, darker, almost brown. 

The view between their four legs, dark chestnut bush and thick black tangle, pale thighs and golden, pale pink lips and rosey wine. 

Liz's tongue, wet and pointed, drawing out of the mouth it had been exploring, up over Penny's upper lip to touch her nose. 

The round, naked shoulder I kissed as I took Penny from behind, and the sight of Liz sucking on Penny's breast, pinching her other nipple with delicate thumb and finger. 

Those fingers, tiny, slim, glistening with the honey of Penny's body, pausing for a moment and then sliding in again. Four fingers. Penny reaching down to hold her hand, grabbing the wrist and pressing Liz's digits in further. And then, at my whispered suggestion, Liz folding in her thumb, and trying again. 

My cock opening Liz's pussy, dark bush clinging to the shaft as I pulled back. 

Penny's tongue running round Liz's ass hole as I licked Liz's clitoris and felt her suck my cock deep. 

Penny's eyes as she looked up at me, her nose pressed into the patch of hair at the base of my stomach, her lips clamped around the base of my cock, her throat open to take my glans. Her eyes were sparkling, smiling, full of life and love and joy.

Liz's toes, curled and suddenly spread wide as she came with Penny's fingers in her pussy and tongue on her clit, and my cock in her mouth, my hands rubbing her breasts. 

Penny's pussy spread by Liz, wet and about to be licked as she lay on her back with arms relaxed and eyes closed, and I took Liz from behind. 

Liz's wrist with Penny's pussy stretched around it.

The two girls kissing, laughing, over my deflating cock, after I came in Liz's mouth while Penny licked my balls. 

Liz slept in the middle that night. 

Tilly was droll over breakfast. She had come home sometime after we retired to the bedroom, but before we went asleep. "Really Sean, if you are going to continue to be that good in bed we might have to get soundproofing on the walls."

I apologised for disturbing her. 

"Oh you didn't disturb me. I quite enjoyed it. That's why I didn't say 'soundproofing on the ceiling'. But old Mrs Hanna is probably scandalised, and I daren't think of what Mr McKnight must think."

I grinned. I knew exactly what our neighbours would think, and I was sure neither was scandalised. Mrs Hanna was a wicked-eyed widow who I was sure had a fancy for me. McKnight was a middle aged university lecturer, and I had no doubt he did not mind his fantasies being fuelled. 

For the past two weeks Liz had been sleeping with us but on the far side of the bed, and there had been no sex at all. Well, not in bed at night. Penny and I had respected her injuries and her trauma. So we had sneaked off in the car, found places around the University, did it in my parents house in my old bedroom (which was a lot of fun, as it turned out, I could fulfil fantasies from my teenage years that had never been possible before). We had had quickies in the afternoon when Liz was at lectures. But now that the taboo was broken we could return to a more open and active lifestyle. 

I think Liz was surprised. And I was soon exhausted. After four nights in a row of Penny starting things off and me feeling that I had to give both girls equal attention, I was simply incapable of doing it again. Penny pouted. Liz laughed, and said "I know what you mean."

Penny pouted more. "But I'm horny."

"You are always horny, darling, which is one of the many reasons I love you. Why don't you open that box in the bottom of the wardrobe and play with one of the toys?"

That made Liz perk up. "What box? What do you mean toys?"

I headed them off and fetched the box myself. I opened it, and I found the two vibrators, the palm massager, and the double ended dildo. Then I closed the box, with a firm look at Penny and the words "That should be enough to keep you going."

"Or get me coming," she said playfully. 

I carefully put the box back in the wardrobe. I didn't want the rest of its contents to be taken out. 

The girl's examined each of the objects, and Penny talked about them, and showed Liz how to change the heads on the Non Doctor, and how to vary the speed. 

Liz was wide eyed and soon wide legged. Penny had placed the vibrating tip on Liz's hand, then on her breast, peaking a nipple in a half a second, and then slid it down over the nightshirt until it was between Liz's thighs. Even through the thickness of the shirt and the panties below it was enough to set Liz squealing and gasping. 

I lay back and watched. Penny drew circles on the exposed crotch of Liz's knickers, and reached for the palm massager. This was another battery powered device that had a round pad that fitted in the palm and a strap over the back of the hand. It just had two speed settings, but the bumpy under-surface when applied to a breast was highly effective. 

Liz came. 

Penny was kind enough to lift both the vibes away, and turned them off. Liz lay twitching. It had taken less than two minutes. 

Penny stroked her hair back in a gesture that reminded me powerfully of the way Liz had cared for her the night we brought Penny home drunk and we had ended up making out in the study. "You okay, darling?" asked Penny, and her voice was full of affection. It was the way she spoke to me sometimes. I was almost jealous, but who could be jealous of Liz, especially in her post orgasmic beauty?

My words to Paul can back to me as I saw Penny bend to lovingly kiss her little lover. I had told him that Liz wasn't going to run off with Penny, nor Penny run off with Liz. Yet always in our lovemaking in the last four nights Penny and Liz had spent a lot of time together, and their kisses were passionate and tender. This wasn't just sex. 

The wonder in Liz's eyes when she opened them was delightful. "Holy God! Why did no one ever tell me about this sort of thing before?"

I laughed and said "Oh come on Liz, you had heard about vibrators before."

"Yes, but no one really told me about them, really described what they feel like!"

I laughed again. Penny smiled and said "And you haven't even had one inside yet."

Liz groaned, and shivered, and said "Ooh! What an idea!"

She had her knickers off in a moment, and her legs open, displaying herself to me without any hesitation. Penny raised the Non Doctor and turned it on low speed. 

Watching Liz's face as Penny lowered the vibrator to touch her pale thigh, and slid it up to touch her bush covered mons, I saw a wonderful display of excitement, fear, anticipation and pleasure. She was beautiful, I thought. And so was Penny. Two perfect bodies. Maybe I could manage to join in after all.

Penny pushed the black tip of the vibe into Liz as I watched Liz's reaction. Shocking pleasure. Instant panting and a half grimace. Then huge deep breaths as she fought to control herself. 

I glanced down and saw the gold band around the black plastic rod was just emerging from the wet, pink flesh that clung to it. The gleaming colour contrasted sharply with the dark hair around it. I thought of how that pussy looked when my cock was there. How she felt, hot and tight and wet and wriggling. How it would feel to take her now. 

Liz bucked and cried out. She was coming again. This time Penny pushed things on. She began slipping the dildo in and out, rapidly, in time with Liz's breathing, and latched her mouth onto Liz's left nipple. It must have been hard to keep the suction going. Liz was almost jumping off the bed, her legs were spasmodic and twitching.

Penny played her down, slowing the stokes and holding her, turning off the vibrations, gently removing the vibe after a few more gentle strokes, hugging Liz to her and resting a hand to cover her sex protectively.

"Are you having a good time yet?" Penny asked. 

Liz grinned weakly and whispered "Ohh yes."

They hugged and kissed and Liz recovered, and as soon as she could get her breath she said "Okay, your turn."

Penny was more used to the effects of a vibrator, although we hadn't used one in months, so it wasn't such a shock or such a thrill, but Liz was quick to experiment and learn what worked. 

The winning ticket was to have the Non Doctor on low speed just caressing Penny's clitoris while using the pink, anatomically exaggerated, second vibrator to slide in and out rhythmically. 




Bad Penny Ch. 13



I told her to keep going. I could tell that Penny could do it again. There was something in her voice, a pitch or catch that I just knew meant she would easily stay on the plateau and peak in a few minutes. 

I was right. I moved to lie beside Penny and watch her face. She clutched my hand and turned to look at me, her cheeks flushed, eyes dark and half focussed, breath caught and explosive, muscles straining. Her face darkened, her breathing stopped, her body arched, her grip tightened, she gave a grunt and a jerk and suddenly trembled all over, crying out, gasping for air, shaking and throwing her arms around me to hug her. 

Liz came up on the other side and hugged her as well, and Penny alternated her kisses between us.

Then the door burst open. 

Tilly strode into the room, stark naked and eyes blazing. 

"Alright, enough is enough. It was funny the first night, as well as arousing. It was quite sweet to hear you again on the second night, as well as arousing. On Monday night it was quite frankly impressive, since by the noises he made it was clear that whatever you did to Sean it was good. Four times. Which was very arousing. And last night! Oh yes, last night Liz crying "Oh Penny, Oh Penny!" gave me a range of images to play with that were, not to put a fine point on it, very arousing. But tonight, the fifth night in a row, I cannot stand it any more!"

Penny and Liz had sat up, Liz half hiding behind Penny's shoulder. I was still lying down, with my hands reflexively covering my cock. Tilly's glare was impressive. So were her breasts and very neatly trimmed 'landing strip' which, along with her tan lines, highlighted the incredibly prominent pubic mound. 

She took a step closer and said "If you lot think I am going to spend another night listening to you shagging and just frigging myself, you have another think coming!" She climbed onto the bed and walked up the length of it until she was standing with a foot on each side of Penny as she went on "I have had enough of listening."

She pointed at Penny "You, lick my cunt." At me "You can suck my tits to start with." At Liz "You, suck his dick and get him hard so he can fuck me."

We were all frozen. So she simply lowered herself, pressing her crotch into Penny's face, pushing her back into the bed, settling herself over Penny's mouth. She grabbed my hair and pulled up, quite firmly, dragging my mouth to her already hard nipple. She glared at Liz "Get on with it! Go and get him hard!"

A moment later I felt Tilly's body relax, and she groaned. Penny's tongue was doing its magic. The grip on my head eased up and I could start to work my own spell on the soft and full breast before me. I shifted position so I was better balanced, and reached up to touch and caress her other breast as I started to lick circles round her wide nipple. Tilly's tits were slightly pointy, her nipples angled downwards, and they had prominent blue veins across them. I wondered if she had ever been pregnant, since Tara's breasts seemed to have developed the same look recently. (I knew that because she made a great show of breastfeeding).

A sudden warmth about my cock told me that Liz was obeying orders. Quite delightfully. 

Penny had taught her how to lick my shaft and balls. She still couldn't do deep throat, but she was working in it. I tried to keep my mind on Tilly's pleasure, despite Liz's very distracting movements.

Fortunately Tilly was in a hurry. She glanced down and saw my cock was erect and wet in Liz's mouth, and decided it was ready. 

She rubbed her pussy over Penny's face again and reached down to pull Liz up by the hair this time. "Good job, Lizzy, now you can suck my tits while Sean fucks me."

She pushed me back and lifted herself up a little, looking down at Penny. "You are a good cunt licker, Penny, now let me see how good you are at tit sucking."

She turned to me and said "And we'll find out just how good a fuck you really are."

Tilly fell back and wriggled toward the foot of the bed, opened her legs and beckoned to me. "Come on Sean, fuck me!"

It would have been ungentlemanly to refuse. 

I crawled on hands and knees between her legs and looked down at Tilly, who said quietly "I've heard you fucking Penny, and fucking Liz, and I want to feel it now. Fuck me, Sean."

I was about to reach down to take my cock and guide it to her spread and wet pussy when Penny's hand reached round and grabbed it. She rubbed my tip up and down Tilly's shaven slot. 

I found the sight strange. Tara had shaved Penny once, and sometimes shaved herself, but I had not liked it. There was too much of the plucked-chicken and pre-pubescent child about it. But as I pushed into Tilly and she opened her legs and lifted them, and my shaft slid up the hot, slippery, enveloping sheath until my own hair obscured the lack of hers, how it looked did not really matter. It felt fantastic. 

Tilly's back had arched, and she gave a moan as I sank inside her body. When I leaned my weight to press hard against her she groaned and said "Oh yes, that's what I need."

I smiled, and waited, keeping up the pressure. She held still for a moment, but her hips had needs as well. She started to rock, and make tiny circles, changing the pressure on her clit and inside her. Still I waited, until she opened her eyes and looked at me and said "Don't just lie there, fuck me you idiot!"

I pushed down on her a little harder, and gave her a stern look. In a deep and steady tone as I looked into her eyes I said "I am fucking you Tilly. I will fuck you. I will fuck you hard, and fast, and slow and soft, and deep with all my shaft,and with just the tip of my cock. I will fuck you on your back, or from behind, from below, or sideways, standing up or sitting. I will fuck you all night, or just for the next ten seconds. And I will do it whatever way I want to, Tilly. Not because you tell me, but because I want to. You are not in charge here. I am fucking you."

She was silent throughout that quiet monologue. I had stayed still, and she was frozen, but I felt her twitch inside as I spoke, and her breathing caught. She was not used to being spoken to like that, but it was an exciting change. I would bet that Harry never spoke to her that way.

I took a long slow stroke, and said "And I think I am going to enjoy it. Because you have a lovely, tight, wet, hot, fuckable cunt."

Beside me I heard Liz draw a shocked breath. She had never heard me use that word. Penny giggled. 

I drove in fast and hard, forcing Tilly to gasp. I did it again, several times, then changed my position. I knelt back on my heels and lifted her with me, hiking her legs over my shoulders. Tilly squirmed and pushed her bottom down into me, finding a rhythm that helped me probe her deeper, pulling herself onto my shaft.

The position left her body open to the attention of Penny and Liz, and they took the opportunity. They knelt on each side of her, and took her breasts and nipples in hands and mouths, their fingers finding her clitoris and her lips, their hands stroking her and restraining her, urging her on. 

It didn't take long for Tilly's breath to run out, her gasps to sharpen, her legs to start to tremble. A flush spread across her chest and she started to make a grunting noise. 

I shifted around, never taking my cock out of her, until I was taking her sideways, her right leg between mine, hips twisted up, left leg straight in the air. I gripped her left thigh and knee and pulled her to me, pressing balls deep into her body. Tilly groaned and I began shafting her hard, dropping my hands so one gripped her mons and rubbed her clit, the other held her buttock and I let a finger rest and then probe her anus. 

I was not too surprised that she pushed herself back and down against that finger, and her ass opened to me easily. She was slippy with the juice from her pussy that had flowed down over her bottom as we fucked, and it was easy to finger fuck her ass in time with my cock thrusts. 

That manoeuvre broke her silence. "Oh fuck! You fucking bastard, oh, fuck me! Oh fuck!"

I felt her ass contract hard and her pussy pulse. I held my finger still but pushed my cock deeper and frigged her clit harder. The girls were still sucking her nipples, and had to cling on to keep in place as Tilly's entire body spasmed and she threw her arms above her head. 

I drew out my finger, and she groaned as it left her body. I folded her leg down, leaving her relaxed on her back with her legs open, and she sighed and then twitched. From that I knew she was still on a high. I had seen it in Penny many times. She could come again soon. 

So I made her. 

The girls had sat up, Liz copying Penny as she gently stroked Tilly, and bent to kiss her lips, saying "How you doing, darling?"

I interrupted them, getting positioned between Tilly's legs with a hand on each side of her supporting me in a sort of press-up over her body. "She doing fine, Lovergirl, but she isn't done yet."

I pressed the tip of my cock into her pussy and Tilly's eyes flew wide. I slid my hands up along her body and arms, grabbing her elbows, my weight coming down on her, cock firmly sinking into her. 

I fucked her then. Not making love, not having sex, not even shagging. Fucking. Hard and fast and for my own pleasure. The fact that she came, that she clung to me and dug her fingers in my back and bumped against me and thrashed and screamed did not matter. Nor that she came again as I gasped and panted and thrust and groaned and came inside her, pumping my come into her, arms locked out straight and head back and stars whirling in my head. 

I collapsed and rolled off her, and we both lay breathing like steam trains.

Penny snuggled up to Tilly and caressed her and pushed the sweaty hair back from her face. Liz did the same for me. 

"How you doing now?" asked Penny. 

Tilly took a deep breath and said "I feel much better. But I can feel that I'm leaking. Be a good girl and go down there and clean me up, Penny. Lick your boyfriend's come out of my cunt."

"Oh, yes, Tilly. Thank you!" said Penny. 

It was only later when I thought back on the incident that I registered the tone in which Penny spoke. It was her excited slave-girl voice. She was thrilled to be ordered to do something that she liked doing but felt was naughty, if not downright wrong. 

Tilly stretched and relaxed as Penny did as she was told, and she smiled as she lay with eyes closed and open legs. I was busy with Liz, who had started kissing me in a gentle and rather loving way, 

I was surprised when a few minutes later I heard Tilly say "Have you got my cunt clean yet?"

"Yes, Tilly." Penny replied, in her respectful voice 

"Good. I'm off to sleep," said Tilly, and swung her leg over Penny's head, sitting up and then springing into her feet beside the bed in one swift movement. She turned to look at Liz and me, and said "Thank you, Sean, that was a pretty good fuck. Goodnight all." She strode from the room, all our eyes following her. 

The stunned silence was broken by a snort from Liz, followed by a scandalised "Well!"

"Quite." I said. 

Penny said nothing. The cold thought popped into my head - she wasn't shocked or surprised, because that sort of behaviour was not unusual in her mind. It was how a slave expected a Master, or Mistress, to act. 

We snuggled up in bed that night together, and I fell asleep in the middle of two warm, naked, sexy smelling, loving young women. Tilly's strangeness and sudden departure didn't matter. Life was good. 

The next morning at breakfast Tilly didn't refer to our encounter, and when Penny asked her if she was alright, and specifically if she was upset about the previous night, Tilly said "I had a nice time, thank you. I hope you all did too, but I don't want to talk about it further." And that was that.

She made no move to join us again the next night, or in the months afterwards, but Penny, Liz and I kept up our ménage, although not the frantic pace of nightly sex.

Despite the strange foursome episode I think we all began to get a little concerned about doing it with Tilly in the house too often. So since Tilly had an evening class on Tuesdays and Thursdays those became regular sex sessions. It just developed over a few weeks until it got to the point that the girl's started planning what they wanted to do the following night, or two nights, or a week ahead. 

We had theme nights. Costumes, role playing, forfeits, drinking games, truth or dare and home made sex cards (like the sex dice now widely available, except more versatile). Liz and Penny bought a pack of blank business cards and wrote things like "Suck" "Nibble" "caress" "blow on" and "probe" on some cards that were put in one pile and the names of various body parts on the other. (The combination of "Use vibrator" on "Sole of foot" was hilarious, and nearly caused serious injury.)

The toys got a fair bit of use. For Liz's birthday Penny bought her a strap-on. It was a weird thing to fit, and she looked hilarious with the eight inch pink prong sticking out in front of her, but she enjoyed using it on Penny enough that she did it several times, and it got a mention in the cards. Penny used it on Liz a couple of times as well, but Liz didn't think it was as good as the real thing. 

I knew that Penny really wanted us to double up on her, but I had strictly avoided anal sex. After her rough gang bang in the early summer Penny had been internally injured, and advised against ever doing it again. (Actually the doctor's advice was against ever having done it before - 'exit only' and 'just because you can doesn't mean you ought to' were two of the more memorable comments. He looked daggers at me when it was first mentioned, and was still quite judgemental even when Penny explained that it had not been my idea in the first place and that Penny demanded it. "I like it," she said simply. "I have a great orgasm that way." He just shook his head.)

Still, having learned that I had delighted Liz by introducing her to being rimmed, Penny made a habit of doing it to her, and Liz responded in fair exchange. And both of them took turns on me one night, licking my ass and balls and sucking me off, making me come four times in two hours, the last time producing a mere droplet of clear fluid that Liz swooped upon with eager mouth. 

For all her eagerness Liz couldn't learn to deep throat. She tried. Valiantly. Her gag reflex was too strong, her throat too small, and I found it distressing. She did however become a very accomplished pussy licker, according to Penny. And she frequently fisted Penny as well. Often after I had come in her. Penny would lie with legs wide as Liz lapped at her dripping pussy, and used her fingers to scoop out the fragrant nectar, and then worked more and more digits into Penny's relaxed hole, until she could fold in her thumb and press her balled hand into the warm depth of my girlfriend's body. 

I found it strange that it turned me on so much to see her tiny wrist entirely surrounded by the pink and purple flesh and hair-covered lips of Penny's slit. But I had always liked watching her play with toys, or having other men's cocks pound her hard and deep, so why not this odd fetish?

That line of thought troubled me a little. I had fantasies that I could not fulfil with two girls. Fantasies about watching them both getting shagged. Fantasies about introducing Liz to Mike and his uncle Peter, seeing her trying to cope with their huge cocks. Or Liz with Tara, who was only a few inches taller than her. The two together would make a cute couple. 

The strange thing was that I felt sure Liz would have enjoyed any of those scenarios, but I felt bad about thinking of them. I didn't dare go back to Tara and Mike's because of what had happened before. I was scared about what might happen to Penny. 

Our ménage à trois was a very equal triangle. Penny was almost always a little subservient towards me, but Liz deferred to her, and I bent over backwards for both the girls, so while there were always little power plays and twists it was really a quite dynamic equilibrium. I wanted to keep it that way. I wouldn't let Penny be a slave again. Yet she often found ways to submit. She prompted Liz to do submissive things that she could then copy. Or to do things to her which she would happily comply with. 

So while I had avoided any play with restraint or bondage, I came home one Tuesday in late October to find Penny wearing nothing but stockings and a big grin as she beckoned to me from the top of the stairs. "I have a present for you," she said. 

I climbed the stairs and she kissed me, and started to remove my clothes. She was brisk about it, but took a second to suck my cock, and a moment to lick a nipple. I asked her where Liz was, and she just said "You'll see, once we get you out of these."

When I was naked she stepped back and opened the bedroom door. "Your present awaits."

Liz was tied to the bed with red ropes and ribbons. I laughed. Penny pressed up against me and stroked my back, saying "Isn't she pretty."

"Very."

"We know its not your birthday until Sunday, but we thought you deserved a treat."

I went over to the bed. Liz was gagged and blindfolded, in a symbolic way with wide ribbon strips. They also covered her nipples, and pubis, the large bow having been delicately arranged to obscure the area between her wide spread legs. The ropes that held her wrists and ankles were more than merely symbols. Penny's time in the Girl Guides had taught her how to do a number of secure knots. 

I admit I enjoyed teasing Liz, tickling her, bringing her to orgasm again and again, having her body exposed and open and undefended. I licked her pussy and ass, her tits and her mouth, put my cock in her and made her wriggle as I tickled her, and then relieved her tension by pounding her hard into the bed with a cushion placed beneath her hips. Penny helped of course. Liz enjoyed it, but having done it once she did not request it again. Penny on the other hand would flirtatiously suggest I tie her up quite often. She got her wish the following week, on a Thursday, when I met Liz in the hall on my arrival after lectures. Liz was in a schoolgirl outfit, knee socks and no bra or knickers, tiny skirt and thin white blouse, school tie loosened, hair in bunches. I whistled appreciatively, but she said "Daddy, something has gone wrong with my science homework. Come and see!" 

I was taken aback at that. We often role played, and she had called me "Uncle" and "Big Brother", but never 'Daddy' before. It seemed a step further in the fantasy world. She was so small and child like that if it wasn't for her well developed bush and proportionate breasts the whole scenario would have been too weird. But I played along, of course.

In the living room I found Penny, naked, tied down over the long padded footstool. There was a cushion under her tummy so her bottom was pointed higher, and the whole arrangement was placed to aim that view at the doorway. Her pussy and ass were perfectly displayed. It made me smile, and harden. 

I took a few steps closer, noticing that Penny's labia were darkened and swollen from arousal, and her lips were slightly spread, but in a symmetrical fashion. Liz had obviously been playing with her, and arranged her like that. There was a glisten of moisture on the pink and purple flesh. As I got closer I saw that her hair had been combed back for maximum exposure. 

"I was doing a sketch for my human biology class, and Penny here agreed to come home with me to pose, but she kept wriggling and moving, and it was really hard to draw. So I had to tie her down, and now I can't get the knots undone." Liz said in such convincing innocent schoolgirl concerned tones that I almost applauded. She was a very fine actress. You should have seen her 'Raina Petkof.'




Bad Penny Ch. 13



"Have you finished your sketch?" I asked. 

Liz looked surprised at me and stuttered "N, no."

"Well there is no point in untying her then. You had better get your sketch done first."

It turned out that Liz had done Art to 'O' level and was quite good with a pencil. 

Of course it took some time, and Penny was very frustrated, since I couldn't disturb the object of the forcibly still and very much alive study. But I kept up the role play and talked to her about how good she was to help Liz out with her homework, and asked her if she liked biology, and would she like to take part in another experiment. I teased her nipples and she could suck my cock without disturbing her pose, which, as always, turned Penny on. Liz laughed at one point and said "Penny, please stop getting so worked up, your pussy is so wet that I'm going to have to add extra reflections."

It was lovely to finally sink myself deep into her open and soaking and slippery depths after about half an hour of banter and foreplay, once Liz had finished her drawing. Liz stood over Penny, legs wide, blouse unbuttoned and pulled open so I could suck her breasts and finger fuck her, coming on my hand as I shafted Penny, who writhed and came and clasped my cock and milked the come from me as Liz kissed me and stole my breath.

I kept the sketch for many years. It was the only picture I had of Penny naked. It was destroyed in a flood, with many other papers and photographs, when my flat was inundated by water from the bathroom of the apartment above when I was in my early thirties. 

The following week, the Thursday before Halloween, Penny had Liz tie her up with her hands behind her back, wrists to ankles, wraps around her thighs and calves, and a lattice of ropes up her torso, framing her breasts. She was gagged and blindfolded, and left kneeling on the bed for me to find. 

I had come home abandon found Liz dressed in normal fashion, reading a textbook, and sipping coffee. I had asked where Penny was, and Liz said "Upstairs. Would you like a coffee?"

All totally bland and normal. So I said yes, and wandered upstairs to dump my bag in the study, expecting to find Penny. Then I looked in the bedroom. 

Liz appeared about thirty seconds later with a coffee, just as I was undoing Penny's gag. "Oh, I see you found her. Oh dear, the dildo fell out."

Between Penny's legs a vibrator buzzed on the duvet cover. 

"We had better pop that back in. Unless you want to fuck her." said Liz with a lewd grin. 

I was speechless. Overwhelmed. To see Penny like that was just confusing. My fear of her submissive streak and the danger it could place her in had not been explained to Liz. We hadn't told her about the past in any detail. So Penny's willingness to play these games, no doubt encouraging her to tie her up like this, must have been exciting for Liz, and she didn't know the effect it might have on Penny. So I was angry, but knew Liz meant no harm, and I have to admit, after the first shock, the sight was very pretty, very sexy, in a very kinky and disturbing way. 

In my head a clear thought rang out. If Penny had tied up Liz like that then I am sure I would have ravaged her and taken every advantage, and enjoyed every moment. Why not enjoy Penny in the same way? She would like it too. 

I hesitated. It was difficult for me to reconcile the conflict I felt because it was Penny. 

Liz picked up the dildo and popped it between her lips for a second, sucking it and wetting it, a gesture too overtly sexual to be believed. She was just standing there, normally dressed in everyday clothes, a pretty little twenty year old woman, no hint of anything kinky or perverse. To look at her you would think that while butter would melt, there was no way anything else would be in her mouth. You would not believe she would suck a cock, drink a man's come, take a girl's tongue, lick a pussy, or suck a dildo that had just fallen out of another girl's wet slit.

The sight struck me dumb. 

She reached under Penny and pressed the dildo to her pussy, rubbing it back and forth. Penny bit down on the gag before I could undo it. Her groan was deep and grabbed me by the libido. 

Penny threw her head back and rocked on her heels. Her eyes wide, looking at me with frantic pleas. I gave in.

We helped her lie back. Liz put the tip of the vibrator into Penny and began gently pistoning it in and out. 

I brushed my hands over Penny's nipples and remarked on how neat and pretty and clever the rope work was. "Did you come up with this idea?" I asked Liz, pointing at the diamond pattern. 

"Oh no. That was Tilly. She helped us this afternoon."

"Tilly?" I asked, astonished. 

"Yeah, we left one of the ropes on the leg of the footstool last week and she asked about it. She and Penny got into a whole discussion about Japanese bondage. I hadn't heard if it before but Penny said she had seen a picture, and Tilly said she could show us how to do it. So we arranged for her to help out before she went off to her class."

"Really!"

"Yeah. I think she enjoyed it. She was the one who suggested the dildo. Once Penny was all bundled up. But she told me not to leave it in for too long because it could overheat. I didn't know that."

Neither did I. But I was too surprised to say anything. Fortunately Penny's groans distracted us, and we returned to bringing her almost to orgasm, before Liz insisted that I use Penny's mouth while she held her head, and then her pussy while she sat on Penny's face and played with her nipples. 

I could kiss Liz while she wriggled on Penny's tongue, and I enjoyed the pulsing warmth of Penny's tight slit. The way her legs were tied made her thighs harder and pressed her lips together. The effect was good, and the constrained breasts with their hard nipples, looked wonderful.

And of course the general helplessness of the girl I was shafting added to the thrill. I felt guilty for a moment. I had missed this. The power, the sense of being in control. I had forgotten how good it was to have Penny come on my cock and know I could do anything to her, again and again, to own her, to own her cunt. To fuck her pretty cunt, fuck her and come in her and keep fucking her and fuck and fuck and come and come and fuck, and fill her with come, and FUUCK.

It was surprisingly easy to untie her when I had finished. 

Liz and I gently rubbed out some of the rope marks, and caressed her, and I ended up taking Penny from behind as she lay on her side and sixty-nined Liz. There was a slight raw patch on Penny's back where the knot holding her wrists had pressed against her as I shafted her on her back. I looked at it with a little guilt, and thought I should have untied her earlier. Or at least flipped her over and taken her on her knees, hands bound behind her, helpless, while I plundered her exposed pussy and then took her ass, fucking her deep and hard in that pretty little butt, while Liz licked her cunt and I reached round to pinch her tits and ...

I came again, and lay panting, shocked at myself. 

And in a little corner of my mind I wondered what it would look like to have my cock sliding up between Liz's smooth, tiny, round, pale white buttocks, her pink anus, that I could see about a foot away from me then, stretched around my cock. 

Liz had never done that. She had never even had a finger in there. I had told Penny not to do that, even though she did rim her quite often, and Liz enjoyed it. I didn't want to get Penny back into the way of anal play, which had been such a huge part of her sex life as a slave. But now I realised that I had desires that I had been suppressing. And Penny would love to have me bugger her again. And if Liz saw that Penny enjoyed it, and maybe Penny played with Liz, with a finger or a little dildo, or a butt plug then... anything was possible.

In the weeks and months ahead I struggled with the urge to return to Mike and Tara's, or to guide Penny into guiding Liz into a swinging life. 

I resisted both courses, and we didn't see much of Tara, and her circle, or even of Tim and Veronica. Indeed our social life had changed. We were all aware of the stigma and trouble that our unusual living arrangement would attract if it became known. So in public Liz just our house-mate, and Penny and I were careful not to be physically too close with her. It was sometimes frustrating. 

Liz also had several girls who were good friends and drinking buddies, who socialised together. It hadn't been hard to explain the breakup with Paul (everyone had though the was a bit grumpy and didn't deserve her) but her friends would have been suspicious if Liz had not joined them for girl's nights out, and expected her to join them in chatting up boys. 

So she did. And sometimes she didn't come home on those nights, and we didn't question her. Although she did tell us all the juicy details. 

At home, with us, we never needed protection, but Liz was always careful to use condoms when she had a night out. The adverts about AIDS had started, and Penny had cautioned her about other diseases, having learned the hard way. Of course having to use rubbers did break up the flow, the freedom, and remind her that danger lurked in her pleasure. That might have tied her more firmly into our shared relationship, since sex with us, with me, held no such fears, but there was a different worry that plagued her. I was very fond of her, but she knew that I wasn't in love with her. 

I wasn't always sure that I was in love with Penny for that matter, and I suspected that Liz wondered about that as well, but it was undoubtedly true that I felt differently, and more strongly about Penny. Liz knew that I would choose Penny over her. It wasn't just for public show that Penny was 'my girlfriend'. Liz was 'our girlfriend' but that isn't the same. No-one felt very bad about it, but it wasn't something to feel good about either. 

So gradually, as Christmas approached, I began to get the impression that, while Liz was not unhappy, she was not satisfied. And when she started hanging around a lot with Tomas, who was from her home town of Newry, I got the idea that it might not be long before either he was invited to join us, or Liz would be leaving. 

Liz left. 

It was all very amicable, and she came back to play a few times in the months after, but I think she never told Tom about our threesome days. She had stayed over at his place a couple of times in the first weeks of December, and when she went home to Newry for a couple of weeks at Christmas it turned out that he was also staying with his folks down there, and they spent a lot of time together, and so a few days into the new year, when she came back to Belfast, it was no big surprise when she announced that she was moving into the same house as Tom. 

We all hugged and said it was marvellous, and we were so happy, and the girls cried, and when we went to bed that night I slipped my cock inside her from behind as she sucked on Penny's breasts, and felt my girlfriend's fingers touch my shaft as she stroked Liz's clit. I leaned back and slid my hand around the smooth curve of Liz's bottom, finding the other soft entrance with my finger tip and pressing gently, making little circles before pushing inside. 

I was rewarded by her hips pushing back and forward, her pussy tightening on my cock as she swivelled to alternately press against my finger and my shaft. She came strongly as I frotaged her, and sighed when I withdrew from her strongly pulsing ass. 

It was the first time I had done that. Penny had fingered Liz's bottom a couple of times before Christmas, and used the smallest slim probe head on the Non Doctor vibe, but I had never penetrated her. Another week or two and I am sure I would have been the first man to put a cock in her ass, but ... 

However, all this is skipping ahead. Back in November, (once I recovered from a very wild session after a Halloween party with the drama crowd, when I got to go home with a very sexy little vampire and an extremely horny pirate queen) I was more concerned about the idea that Tilly was teaching Penny about Japanese bondage than about Liz's love life. 

I had noticed at lunchtime one Tuesday that Penny's nipples seemed to be pushing out her blouse and the thin jumper she was wearing. I gestured to her and she pulled her jacket over before anyone else noticed. Apart from Tim, who merely smirked. 

It was only when I got home that evening that I could find out what was going on. I had given it some thought that afternoon. From the general shape of her profile it seemed clear that she was wearing some sort of support. Her breasts didn't move the way she would if she was bra-less. So when I found her in the kitchen I asked "Are you wearing a new bra?"

She smiled and said "Have a look." She stood before me and let me pull her jumper up and over her head, and then unbuttoned her blouse. Her breasts were naked, her nipples pointed out, but they were framed by a lattice of carefully knotted thick cord. 

I stared in surprise. The effect was actually quite erotic. I noticed the latticework went on down into the waistband of her skirt. "Let me see the rest." I said.

"Of course, Sean."

I looked at her carefully. The way she said my name had the ring of "Master" to it. But she was quickly dropping her skirt to reveal the rest of the rope, and that she was not wearing any knickers. 

The cord went between her legs and round her thighs. She turned slowly so I could see the back, how the rope came up between her buttocks and framed her shoulder blades. 

I had to give a whistle, and say "Very pretty new underwear. I take it Tilly had a hand in this?"

"Oh yes. Of course."

Behind me I heard Liz's voice saying "And in this."

I turned. She was similarly bound, although her cord was green. I whistled again.

Both girls had loops tied at the back into which their hands could be quickly secured, and when I got them in the bed I found that there were spare cords for tying ankles together or legs apart. 

The cords were arranged so that it they did not restrict access to any intimate area, so it was only after an hour or two that the girls untied them. I lay back, drained, and watched the process. It was remarkable how much rope it took to bind a girl up. This time there were few marks left though both girls had been knotted up all day. I asked then about how and when Tilly had been involved. Liz said casually "Oh I asked her the other day. Since Penny and I had an hour free at eleven we met her in her office and did it there."

"In her office! In the Psychology Department!"

"Yeah. She has got own room. Well, she shares it with another couple of Post Grads, but they weren't there. Obviously."

Penny laughed. "Maybe next year we'll all have rooms we can use."

I was pleased at that. It showed she was thinking of a future. The immediate future however was filled with showers and sleep, although a little kerfuffling went on as well. 

Tilly also went home for Christmas, which left Penny and me with the house to ourselves. We made good use of the privacy. On Christmas Eve we spent the day in bed, or in the living room, wearing nothing but dressing gowns and making love four times. We also fucked once on the landing. 

On St Stevens night Penny dressed in a very naughty Mrs Santa outfit she had bought that day in a sale. It may have been the kinkiest thing we had done all year. The memory of her smooth tanned bottom framed by the slinky red material trimmed with white fake fur, the red suspenders and white stockings below, and the bobble on her hat bouncing madly as I took her from behind over the back of the sofa, is still arousing for me. 

Penny had never been physically fitter, having been going to the gym three times a week for nearly a year by then. I was also at the peak of my fitness, twenty three years old, and finally gaining muscle that had eluded me during my growing years as a teenager. We were unstoppable. Indeed the only thing that gave us pause was the lethargy of orgasm. We did it ten times that day and night. Or rather, I came eight times, and we bonked, bounced, shagged and screwed until Penny ran out of breath another two times. 

She rode me on the floor of the kitchen, her nipples hard and crinkled and poking out of the white fur around the low scooped neckline of her costume. She lay back on the footstool to deepthroat me as I licked her pussy. We had a shower after a madly sweaty session in the bed, and she wanked me with her soaped up body, and turned to make me take her from behind again. She licked my balls, and tongued my ass, and pushed a fingertip inside me as she sucked me off in the study. We did it sideways as we watched our new porn video that I got us for Christmas (I took the very hardcore one back and exchanged it, since I didn't want Penny or Liz getting either revolted or turned on by it. To be honest, I am not sure that some of the things it showed were legal in Belfast at the time). I used a vibrator on her, and as she got close to coming I slipped my cock inside her and simply pressed the tip of the vibe on her clitoris. I felt her pulse and grasp my cock and she almost screamed. She gave me a massage, using her full body and baby oil to relax every inch of me. I returned the compliment, and it ended up with me sinking four fingers in her pussy and my thumb, for the first time in many months, in her ass. Penny came hard that time, grabbing my cock and sucking it between gasps, then dragging me round on top of her, guiding me inside her, clasping me to her with arms and legs and kissing me deeply and saying "Thank you." several times. Her voice was as rich and deep and warm as her body. And she was utterly pliable and relaxed. She was mine. And I knew that she was thinking "Master" every time she thanked me. 

We went to a New Years Eve party at Tim and Veronica's. I was very surprised to see Mike and Tara there. In a quiet corner Tara told me that things had been quiet since she had the baby, but in the last month it "got to be fun again."

Tara had bumped into Veronica down town. Dinner was arranged. Naimh and Alan and Lucy and her new boyfriend Dave had been invited. It had all gone very well. "We went to their's the following week, they came back to our's the next week, it has been a turn and turn about thing even since. And you have to meet Dave." She added that last comment with a big smile and a wave of her hand as if fanning herself. "The muscles!"

"Speaking of Davids, how is your delightful boy?"

"Home with Granny, who has been only to happy to take him any night we want to go out, or stay in, with company. I have stopped feeding him now so my tits are getting back to normal, and the exercises are helping, and the diet, but I'm afraid the little bugger has left his mark. Or marks. Is that why you haven't been coming over to see me recently? Does the thought of my wrinkly gut turn you off?"

I could honestly reply that I had not thought of it. "You know why I haven't been over. I'm still worried about Penny. I'm not blaming anyone, but we went too far for her. She can't just have fun, she would end up, I don't know, damaged. Subservient. The slave thing takes over. It isn't good for her."

Tara gave me a long look and said "I can see you mean that for the best, Sean, and that you are trying to be good for her and to her. But have you considered that you are fighting a loosing battle? It isn't that it takes over, it is what she really is? Penny does not just enjoy it as a game, because it is more than a game. She doesn't just want to play at being your slave. She is your slave. And if you don't want her, then she will find someone who does."

I was struck by how her words echoed what I had said to Paul about Liz. I was right. Liz had found someone else. And I knew that Tara was right as well. 




Bad Penny Ch. 13



"It is the time of year for looking back and looking forward, Sean." Tara said with her hand on my arm in earnest emphasis. "Think about the last year, and think about the future. If you want to protect her from the world, how can you do it? For how long? Will you stay forever, guarding her? Marry her? Lock her away to keep her from anyone and everyone? Or will you leave her, abandon her? Or will you accept her as she is and take a grip? She got into trouble because you left the leash too long, Sean." 

"But I don't want a slave, I want her to be a girlfriend."

"Oh grow up, Sean." Tara said, testily. "She has been under her father's thumb for so long how can she be a grown up? How can she be free when she has chains of guilt and and religion and all that crap? It is like asking a beta dog to lead the pack. Poor thing goes mad. Maybe you can train her to be a grown up in ten or twenty years, but now? No way."

"She is getting better though."

"Is she?"

"Well. I think so."

Tara shook her head. "There are none so blind as those who will not see. I'll put a bet on with you. I will suggest you do something, and predict what will happen. If I am wrong you can arrange a time that suits you to come over to my place without Penny and you can fuck me any way you like. I will wear any costume, you can use any toy, tie me up or down, use any hole. I will kiss, fondle, luck and suck anything you want me to. I will even try to arrange for company, male or female, or both if you want, although I can't promise that. I will fulfil any fantasy. And I will do so happily, because I have missed you Sean. But if I am right, I win, and you will come and play, and bring Penny. How about it?"

"Stakes are good, but what is the bet about? You could specify all sorts if things that would obviously be right, and I would have to bring Penny, which I have said I think is a bad idea.."

"I predict that if you asked Penny to join us for a weekend as our slave she would say yes. And be very happy."

"No bet. I said she was getting better, not that she was all better."

"Okay. How about this. You think she doesn't long to submit, and prove her submission to you? Order her to do something. Something extreme. See if she demurs. See if she even hesitates. I bet I you told her now to come with you to the bathroom, here, and told her to strip and get in the bath so you could piss in her mouth, she would do it. Right now. Right away. No hesitation. No need to tell her twice. Just call her over now and say 'I have changed my mind, I have decided for the new year that I accept you as my slave, now come to the bathroom so I can piss in your mouth.' I bet she would be thrilled. I bet the first thing she would say would be 'Yes, Master.' You want to bet on that?"

I didn't reply. I was staring at her, speechless. 

"What? Did you think she hadn't told me? Did you think that she didn't come to me in tears when you told her you wouldn't do it any more? That she wasn't triumphant when you did it again? That she hasn't cried on my shoulder in the last month because you won't do it, or any of the other things she pines for?"

I was shocked. "When?" I blurted. So far as I was aware Penny hadn't seen Tara in months, and never without me since the party at which Penny was (in my eyes) gang raped. 

"She comes to see me on Thursday mornings when you have that lecture and double seminar. She feels guilty about not telling you, but you haven't specifically forbidden her from seeing me, and you have said you want her to make decisions about her own social life, and to have a social life that does not necessarily involve you - specifically you ordered her to go out for coffee with other girls. So she is still obeying you, in her mind."

I took a moment to process this. It sounded crazy. I shook my head and just said "What?"

"Don't you see Sean, you can't just fix her. I know about this stuff. I am a crazy, sick and mixed up puppy. I have stuff knotted in my head and welded to my soul that's just so black and stupid that I can't describe it. I know that. I live with it and try to unpick it and fight it and it is all still there. Guilt, and shame, and anger and fear and deep longing and horror, and hate, and ..." Tara made a noise that expressed such dark emotions that it shook me. "It doesn't matter," she went on. "The important thing is, what happened to me happened years ago. Over several years. Vulnerable formative learning years. And I was formed and I learned. And now I fight that shape I was bent into and try to learn that what I was taught to believe, to know, about me, was wrong. And I will fight that forever. Now look at Penny. All her life until a year ago she was taught to obey men. No, shush, listen me!" Tara waved my start at protest to silence. 

"I'm not talking about you. I mean her father. I mean her mother teaching her to obey her dad, and her husband when she got one. I mean the church she went to and the school. Jesus Sean, you have no idea. I sat through years of that shit, thinking all the time that Mary Wollstonecraft lived in vain. It is like feminism never happened. That place turns out middle class, middle aged wives who can run a good dinner party, daub a decent watercolour and know how to discipline the nanny. But above all, they know how to please their husbands. Now some of us, with twentieth century parents and access to TV had different ideas. But Penny? She wasn't allowed to watch Dallas. She never saw a copy of Cosmo. She was a good girl. Now I always liked her, she was nice, and well, just innocent. Not snooty, not judgemental, not like the Christian Union lot or the rich bitches. But I didn't really know her, until you brought her round to Mike's. But I have always remembered something one I my friends said about her when I talked to her the day after you turned up with Penny at the theatre, when we all went on that school trip to see Juno and the Paycock - you remember that?"

"Yeah. It was the first week I was going out with her. Me and Lenny and Owen heard you guys were going so we bought tickets and sat behind Penny and Jill and what's her name that Owen fancied."

"Yeah, and afterwards you and Penny walked off holding hands. I saw you, and so did my friend, who I won't name, because she said something rather rude that I have to say I laughed at, because I thought it was true. She saw you two holding hands and said 'Oh so maybe butter would melt in Harty's mouth. But I bet it would freeze solid in her cunt.'"

I snorted in surprise. Tara gave me a half smile. "Yeah. I suppose it is still funny. And from what I have heard, until recently, damn near true. She wanted, oh how she wanted, sex. Just as much as me, or you, it any horny teenager. She isn't any hornier now than she was then you know. But she kept them crossed for years. Not because she didn't want to, or didn't want you. But because her father told her to. Because her priest told her to. Because she was trained to obey older men. Or women. Her mother, teachers, whatever. Trained to obey. In everything. And she likes it. That's the big thing. She doesn't want to be free. She doesn't want responsibility. It isn't even a matter if wanting really, it is more than that. She fears and hates freedom. She is stressed out of her head by choice. She cries if she has to make a decision because she is scared it will be wrong. She has no confidence in herself, or her needs. She is the natural prey of every bully, con-artist or chauvinist man. And inside her that has got twisted. Not your fault, nor mine, but we are both a bit to blame, because we let her find a happy place to go and now she wants to go back there, and you won't let her. It isn't that she wants you to just run her life. She wants to not feel guilty and scared all the time, she wants you to be a rock to cling to. And rocks are hard and cold and emotionless and hurt you, but they are also solid and unmoving and reliable."

"But..."

"Would you take the bet?"

"What?"

"I will stand at the bathroom door and tell people Penny was suddenly taken ill, and you are helping her. You can get her in there, she will be stripped and in the bath in under a minute, you can get the shower running while she undresses. Piss on her, another minute, then tell her to wash, three minutes to scrub her hair, two for the rest, rough towel and back in her dress in another two. Out the door and into the bedroom to do her makeup, and get her underwear on, if you give it back to her. Time in the bathroom, ten minutes tops. As long as you tell her to not grin too much nobody will know she wasn't being sick. And if she does grin they will just think you were shagging."

"No."

"Because you will loose?"

"No, because whether I won or lost it would be bad for her. I am trying to be a rock, by being normal. Saying that to her would undermine all I have done for six months. So, no matter how attractive the stakes, and I have to say, either winning or loosing the bet would be delightfully good fun, and I wish I could, or we could, come and play, I can't take the risk."

Tara gave me a sideways look and said "You can always come and play anyway. With or without her. I won't tell."

"I don't think I could do that, dearest Tara. If she ever found out..."

"Humpf. You are a complete spoil sport you know. Penny won't play with Mike because you banned her from going with another man without express permission, and I can't shag her either because even if she thinks there is a loop-hole for girls, I know how angry you would be, and I wouldn't want that."

I told her I was glad to hear that, and that Penny was not shagging other men, including Mike. "You see, I am having some good effect on her," I said. 

She laughed and then sighed. "Oh Sean, you optimistic fool. I do love you for that too. But don't you see, she is only not shagging Mike because she is obeying you? You haven't changed her. Okay, so she isn't fucking any man who walks up and says he wants her, but that is still her being submissive. For that matter it is her punishing herself for not doing as you told her before, by not having sex, which she loves doing."

I started to protest again but she went on "Now don't be silly Sean. I'm not saying she wants to screw every man she meets, or even Mike really. But she does love sex. With you, and for you to watch, because then she is not responsible, not guilty, and with others, boys or girls, if she fancies them a bit and she can find a way past her guilt. So if a good looking guy orders her to do something ... Now you have banned her from obeying anyone else. So other men's orders don't count. She would feel guilty. But don't kid yourself that if you rescind that order she will still refuse all comers because she has learned, I don't know, self control, self respect, self preservation."

"But after what happened at your party, and all that..." I said, knowing how feeble my voice sounded. 

"So she caught the clap. So she knows to use condoms. But do you really think if I got all the guys in this party to line up she wouldn't strip and take them all, any way they wanted? Right now? If you told her to. Or even if you just said she could, just gave her permission. And wouldn't she say afterwards that she did it to please you, because you like watching her?"

I had no reply. Tara looked at me with compassion. "Sean, my dear, are we going to have this conversation every New Year? In ten years time will you still be saying she can't come and swing with me and Mike because she isn't strong enough? And what if she does get to be strong. What then? Are you going to live with her forever? It are you just hoping to build her up so you can leave her without having to worry about her? Because if it is that then you may never get there. May never be able to leave. Never get to start the life you really want with someone else. And you will miss out on years of fun. I'm not saying she will never slow down and never get a bit more spine. Probably having kids will help - it has changed me. But really Sean, you need to face it, she is how she is. You are fighting that. You can't win. All you can do is work with it, or walk away. Because if you fight it she will break anyway. She can't go on living a lie to please you. If you can't become the man she needs she will find one that can."

I was gutted. I was out of arguments. I knew she was right. I didn't want to believe it. I just shook my head. 

"Darling Sean. It will be okay. And I'm sorry I upset you, but, I worry about you both. Now come on, let's get a drink and I will introduce you to someone nice. Johnny and Coleen. You'll like her."

"Another cousin?" I asked.

"No, we met at a party at Mike's uncle Peter's place. He has become quite the socialite since his return from Hong Kong."

We drifted back into the party, but I felt hollow for the rest of the night. At midnight I kissed Penny, and then Veronica grabbed me and there was a few minutes of social osculation with her, Carly, Fiona and a couple of others from the drama crowd, before I was snagged by Coleen, who gave me the first kiss I had ever had from her, and it was almost as enthusiastic as Veronica had been. But not quite as serious as the one Tara then gave me. I was surprised then by a tap on the shoulder and looked round to see a half smiling and half mock scowling girl, who said "How come you have never kissed me like that?"

I looked at her. "Because we have never met before?"

"Okay, I'll forgive you then. But only because it is new year." she said it smiling, and kissed me. Very soundly. Her hands roamed a little, and her tongue very gently touched my lips. It could have gone on for longer, but she pulled back and with a sparkling smile said "I'm Margaret, by the way. Nice to meet you."

"Sean, likewise."

"Well, Sean Likewise, I have to go."

My arms were still around her and I kept her for a half a second more, saying "Well I hope we meet again, Margaret Bytheway."

She whirled off into the crowd, laughing. 

I found Penny and kissed her again. She looked up at me and said "You are very thoughtful tonight. Is everything okay?"

I tried to look happy, and said "Oh it's just New Year. It always makes me thoughtful. And it always reminds me of my Aunt Jo. I miss her."

Penny gave me a soft smile. She had known Jo, who had died on New Years day from cancer two years before. She had been my favourite aunt, and it was true that I had thought of her often that day. Penny kissed me and said "But you still have me."

I hugged her and said "And I'm glad of it." 

We danced, to Sade, "Hang on to your love." Later we walked home, on pavements that glittered with frost, Penny clinging to me as her high heels slipped and she shivered as the chill air swished beneath her long coat and found her thin stocking-clad legs. 

When we got home I had to warm her up in bed with a hot water bottle, a brisk chafing massage and a slow and thorough sharing of bodily warmth. 

It was delightful. Almost dreamy. We had both had a glass of champagne after midnight, and despite the late hour we didn't feel tired, just relaxed and comfortable, and in our post orgasm haze, content with the world. I murmured "Happy New Year" to her as I drifted off to sleep. 

I lay awake the following morning and watched her sleeping, and thought about what Tara had said. 

I didn't know then that Liz wouldn't be rejoining us, and her place in the relationship was part of my planning. It seemed to me that Liz's slight deference to Penny, the unspoken acknowledgement that Penny was senior girlfriend to me, and dominant partner with her, was a positive thing. Also something that Tara did not know much about. Tara, being a dominant force, and having been called Mistress by Penny in the past, was still in that role when she met Penny. Her view that Penny was still subservient was probably true to some extent, but exaggerated by Penny's actions with her. No. Tara was only seeing what she wanted to see. She wanted Penny back as a slave, and wanted me to help her. 

I couldn't blame her. We had a lot of fun with Mike and Tara and the others. But, I decided, it was too soon to play that game again, unless Tara could be the slave. Which would never happen. 

Ah well, maybe in a few months. Or maybe next year. Or the year after. Or never. Maybe Tara was right. 

Could I live that life? Hoping and dreaming that Penny would change, secretly fantasising about swinging and swapping and all the games I had enjoyed and never doing any of it? Was I just putting off the inevitable, was I going to leave her, and let her go to be happy as she could be, even if that meant she would be dominated and abused by another man?

Should I do as Tara said, and accept that she was a slave at heart, and make her mine, or accept that she was like that and that I did not want her?

No. Tara was wrong. I didn't want a slave, and she didn't have to be one. 

Penny woke, and blinked, and a smile lit up the room. 

Whatever happened, I knew, I couldn't leave her.



Bad Penny Ch. 14



Three weeks after Liz moved out, breaking up our ménage a trois, Penny and I were lying in a post orgasmic haze, having just spent the afternoon celebrating our eight year anniversary. Of course we didn't acknowledge the several months during which we had 'broken up' a few years ago. It had been a mere blip in the ongoing relationship. 

We were in the last six months of our Final year at University, and the pressure was on. We had somehow not found time to make love for a week. We had both been too tired, to busy, too stressed, too narky. But I had insisted on a day off for our anniversary, and after a lovely, if cold, walk in the park to settle the celebration lunch we had drifted home, gone to bed, and re-affirmed the long held belief that we were really good together. 

The only discordant bit was that in the pink fog of relaxation Penny dropped the word 'tattoo'.

I didn't want her to get one. She had been musing about it for a year. She had wanted me to mark her, either for her to get my name, or some symbol that I would choose, that she would know meant she was mine. Something more permanent than a ring. I wouldn't hear of it. I thought the process was disgusting and the results usually ugly, and always ugly after a few years. 

But I was also, now, trying to convince her to make her own choices, do her own thing, control her own life. By telling her not to, because I didn't like it, I was playing the Master, controlling her, which I was keen not to do. 

Penny and I had fallen into a swinging group, the year before, and she had become increasingly submissive, to the point that I thought it was morbid. She wanted to be my slave. She submitted to anyone and anything that was suggested. She stopped being herself, or at least, she changed so much that she wasn't who she had been. She wasn't my girlfriend any more, she became a thing, a sex toy, a puppet. 

In the end I became disgusted by her, and with myself. I tried to break her out of that dark fantasy mindset, and thought I was succeeding until she allowed herself to be fucked by a dozen young men at a party. That gang rape (as I always thought if it, even though she claimed she was not raped, that she was willing) had left her injured and with an STD. 

I had spent month's trying to build her self confidence and some sense of self worth, and self preservation.

Do what was I to do? I hated the idea, but I wanted her to make the choice herself. So I asked her why she wanted one. 

"Because it's my body. I know it sounds childish, but I know my father would hate it. And, and I know you don't like the idea, but I think you would come to like it. So if I do it it will be me, in control of my own body. Not someone else. And I will choose my own design. And where it goes."

"Great!" I said, with as much enthusiasm as I could. "Can I just make one comment?"

"Yes."

"If it is visible it will ruin your chances of a teaching job in most schools. You know that. But if you feel you need one to prove you can be in control, then that's okay. But you don't need to prove it to me. Just be it."

She grunted, but said no more about it. 

Two weeks later Penny still didn't have a tattoo. But she had become somewhat more assertive over the passing days. I was pleased. I was especially pleased when she ambushed me as I came in through the door. It was a Thursday afternoon. I knew Tilly, our house mate, was at her evening class that night, so we would have the place to ourselves and that often meant we could indulge our passions, but the sight of Penny wearing nothing but a fishnet catsuit emerging from the living room was still unexpected.  

She slinked down the hall towards me, grabbed the front of my jacket, and pulled me into a kiss. It was fierce and hard. She pushed me back and said "Strip."

Her eyes were sparkling. It was totally unlike her. "I want you naked and hard and on the floor in thirty seconds. I've been watching porn movies for the last hour and I want a cock in me, right now."

"Yes, Mam." I said. 

She helped, roughly, nearly tearing the clothes from me, and pushing me towards the living room door at the same time. On the screen I could see a blonde girl getting very soundly pounded by a very large black cock. Penny pushed me to the floor in front if the TV, my head towards the screen, and straddled me so that she was facing the film as she reached down and grabbed my cock. 

The bodysuit had no crotch. She held me straight up and sank straight down, not looking at me, but staring at the couple who were grunting and shrieking. I grunted as well. She had dropped onto me with all her weight, her pussy taking my length in one swift stroke, clenching my shaft, squeezing my tip. Her mons hit my stomach, and forced the sound from me. Then she started to rock and move her hips, grinding her clit against me, and rapidly breathing harder and deeper. She grabbed and squeezed and twisted at her own breasts and I heard her mutter "That's it, fuck her, fuck her hard, oh yes, fuck her cunt, fuck, fuck her cunt with that lovely big cock, oh yes, fuck the bitch, fuck her, fuck the little white slut, come in her cunt, come on you bastard, fuck her hard, fuck her harder, oh yes!"

I watched her as she rode me, her eyes gleaming with the reflections of the porn stars. Of course she was aware of me, but she was lost in a fantasy, and when she said those last words and closed her eyes and bounced on my cock I knew she was going to come and that this was her orgasm, all hers, not something I had given her, even if she had used me to get it.

She swayed, eyes still shut, hands still clutched to her breasts, head back, a flush of dark pink in her cheeks and throat. Her pussy spasmed around my cock, which throbbed in frustration. I wanted, needed, to move, to plunge it in and out, to plough her, to press deep inside her and come, pumping myself into her. But this was a moment too beautiful to disturb. She was transfigured. Penny was free. 

At the time I remember thinking that I had never seen her like that, but then I realised that wasn't quite right. She had been as forceful and lustful and uninhibited and demanding once before. The second time we had sex. Well, more accurately, about half an hour after we had full penetrative sex for the first time, when she was at last no longer a virgin, and we had been lying resting and cuddling, she had suddenly leaped on me and ravished me, and rubbed herself against me until she came. It was a moment of rebellion and release and pure passion. 

The same thing had just happened. As she knelt above me, my cock hard and held inside her body, her hair wild around her head and her arms falling to her sides, I could see the utter relaxation and contentment in her face. It was something pure. Pure sex. Pure acceptance of her own physicality. It was powerful. It was very sexy. 

She began to sway forward and I helped her lie down on me, and held her as she breathed deeply. Then she moved languidly to kiss me, and the kiss became more intense. Fire. Passion. Desire. 

Her body began to move. She rocked back against my cock. She clasped her pussy around me. She rubbed her nipples on my chest. Her tongue touched my lips. 

I let her pace herself, do whatever she wanted, and simply enjoyed what she did. 

On the screen above us a second man had joined the couple. She was riding the first guy and sucking the second, as I glanced up. Penny had been ignoring the film for a while, but raised her head as she rocked back and her gaze was caught. The girl was moving positions, there was a close up of her crotch as she lifted herself off the cock that had been splitting her pussy and rocked forward to position it against her ass hole. 

We had watched this tape a few times before, so I knew what was about to happen. The girl wriggled until the tip penetrated her and then, with a huge shrieking groan she dropped herself onto it. The shaft disappeared up into her, and she leaned back with her legs open, her pussy wet and glistening, pulled open by the dark fingers that held her pale thighs wide. 

Penny ground down on me as the girl on screen panted and swore. I thought for a moment that she might copy her, pull up and sit down, ass fuck herself on my rod. It had been many months since we had done that last, but knowing that she had been worked up and watching porn before I came home, it was possible that she had already been using her fingers or a dildo, that she may be well lubed up. 

Then the other man moved in. He took her as she lay back, his even thicker, longer, blacker shaft spearing her open slit. She groaned again and the two men began a furious bout of hard fucking. The woman urged them on, and groaned and shrieked and thrashed. Penny hammered herself against me, her full breasts swaying and bouncing above me, her chestnut curly bush slamming down to tangle with my own brown curls. The suction of her body on my cock as she pulled up was incredible. She was drawing the come up from my balls, milking me, driving the breath out of me, bringing me closer and closer, no matter how I tried not to come. I wanted her to achieve her climax again, but I could not resist. As I clenched my teeth and buttocks to try to hold in she growled at me "Come on you bastard, Sean, give me your come! Spunk in me! I want to feel it squirt up in me! Come on, fuck it up me! Fuck my cunt you fucker! That's it, fill me with come! Oh yes, I can feel it! God your come is hot in my cunt!"

She had never talked like that before, never used the 'C' word unless ordered to, never called me names. I was shocked, and it was almost a turn off, but her body was writhing and warm and soft, and she carried on riding me, and she had a look of such fierce pleasure that I didn't get soft. She was beautiful in a way I had never seen, and as she bounced harder and faster on my prick I saw a sheen of sweat film on her body. The sound of our wet flesh slapping against each other added to the moans and grunts she made and my ragged breathing. And then she started chanting again, each drop onto my shaft accompanied by a word "Oh! fuck! Yes! fuckme! Fuckme! Fuckme! Hard! Your! Big! Cock! Fuckme! Bigcock! Fuckme! Oh!"

She fell forward, her bottom pistoned up and down, her hands dug into my shoulders to give her leverage, her head thrown back and a stream of gasps and grunts came from her mouth. 

I was back to my hardest form by then, and my hands rested on her hips, pushing her down on my cock as my hips rose to meet her. 

It wasn't enough. 

With an inarticulate animal noise she pushed up, grabbed my shoulders and dragged me with her, rolling over onto her back, grabbing my cock and dragging it to her opening again, her other hand on my pelvis to pull me down as she thrust her hips up, making me slam full length into her depths. 

Both hands now grabbed me and pushed and pulled to force my cock deep inside her, again and again, as she gasped and writhed and bounced on the bed, face almost purple, hair wild about her head. "Oh yes! Fuck me you fucking bastard! Fuck my cunt! Come on you fuck! That's it, fuck me hard, harder, harder, fuck me, my cunt! Fuck! Fuck! Cunt! Fuck! Fuuuck!"

I felt her clench my cock, her pussy (no, her cunt) tightened about me, and her hips locked, but I was on my way to another orgasm, and my hips wouldn't stop. That seemed to suit Penny. 

Her voice had changed after that cry, and the gargled gasps that followed it. As I went on slamming my body against her she spoke again " Ohh, yes, yes, keep going, fuckme, fuck me! Oh Christ! Oh! Yes! Oh Jesus! Oh I'm coming again! I'm! Oh! Fuck! Oh you're fucking me! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my pussy! Oh fuck my ass! Fuck me! Oh I want it! Oh yes! Oh, Sean, come in my cunt, fuck my cunt, oh yes!"

Her body was out of her control. Mine was on automatic. As she subsided into gasps and grunts and a shriek, my consciousness shrank to centre on the tightening, tingling, pulsing sensation in my balls, and the smooth caress of her cunt around my cock tip. 

When I came she gripped my back and lifted her legs high, taking me deep, so my balls rested on her ass. I gasped for air as she wrapped her legs around me and fastened her lips on my neck, pulsing her body against me, twitching inside to pull my cock deeper. 

The tension flowed out of me, my arms and legs went to rubber, I collapsed on top of her and whimpered. She let me breathe then, for a while, before she lifted my head and kissed me again. It was a slow kiss, deep and soft and loving. Then she pushed my head up and looked in my eyes and said softly "I wish you could stay there forever, but you have to move. I have to close my legs. My hips are killing me."

I rolled off her and lay panting beside her on my side. Penny moaned as I pulled my half-soft cock out of her still throbbing slit, and groaned again as she closed her knees and stretched her legs out. 

I looked at her. The sweat sheen was drying on her face, but her hair was dark with it and stuck to her brow and cheeks. She was smiling faintly. "How you doin' Lovergirl?"

"Fine. Very fine. You know you are getting very good at that."

"Thank you." I said, and smiled "And thank you for letting me do it. I had a very nice time."

"Nice? Just nice?" she said with mock ire. "You sound like you are thanking an aunt for afternoon tea!"

"No, not just nice. Very nice." I said, and when she made a disparaging noise I went on "And wonderful, sexy, marvellous, breathtaking, glorious, sensuous, exhausting, and delicious. You look good, taste good, smell good, feel good and sound good, and you are a great, great fuck."

She blushed. She snuggled beside me saying "You mean that? Even the bit about sounding good?"

"Yes. Naughty, but good."

She giggled. "It was Tilly's idea."

"What?" I said, more startled and forceful than I wished. 

"Well, she didn't suggest it exactly, but it was something she said."

"What did she say?" I asked in a more normal tone. 

"That she had heard us making love but never heard me saying anything like that. She said it was hard to believe that a girl who wasn't afraid to do all those things was afraid to say the words. She suggested that if I learned to say the words I might feel less restrained. And I could ask you to do things I would like. So I thought about it, and I have been thinking about the words, and it is silly not to say them, isn't it? They are just words. So I thought I would try saying them all. And you know, it was different. I have been holding back, and embarrassed. But that was good. Although I am a bit embarrassed now..." she trailed off. 

I hugged her and told her not to be embarrassed, and we talked about what we liked and what we didn't and words we could use, and what sounded silly, and what was rude. It was amazing to me to find out how many words she knew. We swapped names for parts (I had never heard of a pussy being called a whiffle before, she laughed when I used the word 'quim'.)

It was a weird conversation. We talked more freely about sex than we had ever done, and about things we had done and seen over the last year or so, and eventually about the night at Tara's when the gang of Rockers had her in the main bedroom. 

"You know, Sean, if I had been less prudish about the words I would have used them that night. I would have said the sort of thing I just said to you. I don't know why, maybe it was the drink, and I had a little puff of someone's joint as well, but I really wanted to get fucked. Really fucked. Hard and harder and harder again. And when I saw them looking at me, all those guys, they all wanted to fuck me. They were all hard for me. And they wanted to watch me. And if course you were there, watching me, and I love it when I can perform for you. But having all of them looking at me and wanting me.."

She shivered in memory of the powerful emotions. She laughed. "I would have called myself a real slut a couple of years ago. But I didn't understand what it was like. How good it felt."

She touched my face and looked me deep in the eyes, and said in a much quieter voice "It wasn't like making love with you, Sean. That is special, and wonderful. But it was exciting in a way that nothing else ever had been. I know you feel guilty about it. You think I was harmed, that I have become corrupt or weird, or mad because you introduced me to Tara's games and made me your slave. But it isn't like that, darling. You haven't changed me, you just let me be myself. Like saying 'cunt' and 'fuck me harder' - it doesn't change the fact that I have a, a vagina, or a pussy, or whatever else, and it doesn't change the fact that when we make love sometimes I want you to be deep inside me, and to do it quickly and firmly, to, well, to fuck my cunt as hard as you can. That was always true, always what I wanted. I just couldn't say it. You taking me to play with Mike and Peter and Alan, and anyone else, just allowed me to discover myself. I'm a girl who likes to be watched, and who likes to have two or three cocks at a time. Not all the time, just sometimes. And I like pussy too. I like licking girl's cunts. So don't feel guilty. Because I used to feel guilty, but now I don't, so you shouldn't either. Okay?"

I was overwhelmed by this speech but said "Yes. Okay. I'll try not to."

"Good. Because that means we can go to Tara's next weekend with Ronnie and Tim, and I can have all three of you at once. And you will fuck my arse. Because I am sure it will be okay because I have been using the big vibrator up it every week for the last three months when I masturbate."

"What?!"

"Oh don't look so shocked. You know how much I liked it. I have been keeping it secret because you have some hangup about it, but I don't want to keep secrets any more. I love you Sean, and I love that you love me and try to look after me. But I can't stand not having you make love to me in every way, especially because I like it like that. And you do too. Don't deny it. So listen to me now while I tell you. I think you were right about some things. I think I am screwed up in the head a bit. I've talked to Tara about this."

I must have reacted to that, rolling my eyes, because she poked me in the chest and said "I know she is mad as a hatter but she isn't always wrong. So just hear me out. I am too subservient. You are right. I let people tell me what to do, including you. And I, I did go too far. Something happened in my head that was all about guilt. I was fucking and sucking and getting buggered by you and all those other guys and doing lezzie things with half a dozen girls. All things that my parents and everyone else had told me never to do. But I loved doing it. So I felt guilty. Really guilty because I really enjoyed it all. I was being so evil and loved being evil. An unrepentant sinner. I couldn't even say anything in confession about it because I was so ashamed. And then Tara put a collar on me and called me "Girl" and ordered me to suck your cock, and I didn't feel guilty. I was doing what I was told. I was ordered to make love to you, to fuck with Mike, to put a dildo up my bottom, to lick out Naimh and Lucy. And you ordered me to do things too. And it wasn't my fault. I had promised to obey you. You were my Master, Tara my Mistress. I had to do what you said. And I felt free. And it felt wonderful. Do you understand that?"

"Yes. I do. It is what I thought was going on."

"Well, after a while it didn't work. I still felt guilty. I needed punished. I needed to do more and more weird and terrible stuff because that was punishment for doing the nice stuff. And because if you did bad things to me it showed that I was really not responsible. When you, when I let you, well made you, pee on me, it wasn't really unpleasant, but it was proof to me that I was not guilty. If I had to let you do that thing to me, which is really quite weird and a bit disgusting, and which to be honest I didn't really enjoy, well, if I had to let you do that that then I had to let you do anything. So it was okay that I had to let you make love with me, which I do really enjoy. You had to be my Master, I had to obey, so I didn't feel bad about taking pleasure in sex. But it is different now."




Bad Penny Ch. 14



She looked earnestly at me and said "I don't need you to be my master. I don't need to be ordered. I don't need to feel guilty. I enjoy my body. I enjoy our lovemaking. I enjoy it with Tara, and the others. And I want to do the things I enjoy, and you enjoy, without feeling guilty about it. They are wrong. The lot of them. My parents, my teachers, the priests, I mean how could I ever have taken a priest seriously! They don't even have sex! How would they know anything about it? And my parents? I seriously doubt mum ever gave dad a blow job, she sure as hell has never had two men at the same time and if she ever kissed another woman's pussy... Or had a man lick hers! What the hell do they know about it? How dare they make me feel guilty for doing something so good, so loving, so much fun? Liz taught me that. I have missed her terribly these last few weeks. And I have thought about it. We lived with her for three months, and sinned every day and night, often several times a night, and it was wonderful. And I love her, and I miss her. And I don't feel the least bit bad about that. So screw them all -- I don't and won't feel guilty. And I will go to Tara's this weekend, and I will have a bloody good time."

We talked and touched and caressed and made love again in gentle quiet passion. I don't think I had ever been happier. 

We went to Tara and Mike's house that weekend. We had a bloody good time.

We were welcomed with open arms. And other things. Veronica and Tim were already there when we arrived in Friday evening, and Mike was plying gin and tonics. Tara had opened the door and kissed both of us in greeting. I got a peck on the lips, but Penny didn't let her away with that. It was a good smooch, and both of them laughed when they broke off. "Oh, so that's how it is?" said Tara, grinning. 

Veronica got the same treatment, but I noticed Tim was not quite so favoured. Mike, on the other hand, was definitely in the good books. She held the back of his head and opened her mouth to him, and pressed against his body. Veronica laughed. 

The doorbell went just at that moment and Penny looked round. "I didn't know anyone else was going to be here?" she said quizzically.

"Oh, it's a little surprise," said Tara, smiling. 

It was a very handsome young man, called Dave, and with him was Lucy, the tall blonde who had been best friends and lover of Tara's cousin, Naimh. My heart leapt. I had not realised how much I had wanted to see her again. To make love with her again. 

Penny grinned, as Tara introduced her to Dave. He was, not to put too fine a point on it, a hunk. On the rowing team. Fit as a flea, muscles all over, face tanned by all weathers, he would have been handsome in any company, and he had a charming manner. If it wasn't for the fact that he was such a likeable guy I would have hated him on sight. 

Penny held back, waiting to be introduced, and his formal handshake didn't give her, or anyone else the chance to kiss him. But I did kiss Lucy on the cheek, and she flashed me a very warm smile when she said "Good to see you again."

Dinner was delicious, as always. Tara had put me between Lucy and Veronica, with Penny between Dave and Tim. 

Tara held up her glass when Mike had done the rounds with the second glass of dessert wine and Port. "A toast, Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome back Penny and Sean."

There was loud agreement. Particularly from Tim, who was a bit pink in the face. 

"And to celebrate I propose a game."

I looked at her with a raised eyebrow. She smiled at me. "Spin the bottle."

I laughed, and Lucy giggled. Veronica said "I haven't played that in years!"

I had never played it, and said so.

"Oh well, in that case you get to go first."

We retired to the living room, and sat in a circle on the floor. The lights were dim, and we all had drinks on hand. I spun the empty wine bottle, and the neck ended up pointing straight at Tim. There were roars of laughter, and Tara said "Okay, it's kiss or tell, so snog him or ask him a question. But it has to be sexy."

I asked him a question, "If you could have seven blow jobs a week or one full sex session, everything allowed, which would you choose?"

Without hesitation he said "One good session -- I can always wank in between if I needed to."

Tim spun, and got Lucy. He chose to kiss her. Lucy kissed me next quite warmly, I got Mike, and asked him "Who was the first famous person you ever fancied?"

"Jane Seymour. In that Bond movie. Still do actually."

Mike got Veronica. She leapt on him. Tara broke them up after thirty seconds. Ronnie pouted but spun the bottle and got Penny. "Oh good!" she cried, and leapt on her too. 

Dave looked a bit surprised, as Penny and Veronica made out, and he heard Penny give a low moan. Tara reached into the middle and spun the bottle herself saying "Let's give them a minute. She got Dave. 

Tara stood up and walked across the small circle towards him, pulling her long skirt up a little so she could straddle his crossed legs and lower herself into his lap, facing him. She kissed him with intensity. I glanced at Mike, who shrugged, and then Lucy said "Oh well, that looks like the end of that game."

She crawled across to me, onto me, kissing me and pushing me back, saying "Let's play another game. I know a really good one."

Lucy was nineteen, or maybe twenty by then. A hockey player, and enthusiastic fan of Soft Cell. Her love was not tainted. She was beautiful in soul as well as body. It was a pleasure to play with her. 

Somehow we ended up on the sofa, making out and gradually stripping each other. When I glanced up at a squeal from Tara she was naked and so was Dave, although their position had not changed. She was resting panting on his lap, and I knew his cock must be inside her. 

Penny was underneath Mike. She had lost her skirt and blouse and the cups of her bra had been pulled down to reveal her breasts, but she still had stockings on. Mike was in his shirt and tie, with his trousers round his ankles. I was pretty sure his cock was well lodged in Penny's warmth, although their bodies were still, and they were kissing slowly and gently. 

Tim was getting blown by a topless Veronica. Who I had to say, was spectacularly beautiful with a cock in her mouth. She really did have incredible breasts as well. Her nipples stood like two dark pink cones about an inch across on flawless mounds of smooth, springy flesh. 

I looked down again to see Lucy smiling up at me. I smiled back, as she slid down the sofa towards me, taking my cock in her hands and pressing it against her soft, curl covered mound. "Would you like to...?" she asked with a little incline of her head, and a sparkle in her eye.

"Very much." I replied, and pressed my hips forward, opening her pussy lips with my tip. 

She shuddered, a thrilling sight as her full breasts jiggled and the muscles in her stomach rippled. I pressed deeper as I lowered my head to kiss her, and took her lip between mine as she sighed and raised her knees. 

Lucy felt wonderful. Her skin was smooth and firm and warm, and her hair smelled of vanilla and cinnamon. She folded around me, my cock squeezed in hot embrace, my balls resting against her ass, her tongue touching mine as we shared breath and space. 

We had made love a few times before. Each time had been special for me, although I could not say why. There was just something about her. We just fitted in every way. 

I forgot the world for a long time. Lucy and I just kissed and writhed and rolled over and back again. She rode me, I lay on her, she was on her side, I was sitting up with her on my lap, she turned around and I took her kneeling up, then lying down, then rolled her over again and face to face we finally came, panting and holding each other and kissing gently, soft kisses full of love. 

There was no one else in the room when I finally noticed it again. From upstairs I could hear at least one couple was energetically heading for orgasm, but who they were was hard to tell. 

There was a rug on the back of the sofa. I pulled it over us, and Lucy and I talked in gentle voices. How good that had been. How strange it was that we always made love so well. Penny. Dave. Love. The future. I had Final exams, she was in second year. It was all too complicated. 

We were interrupted by Tara. She wandered in wearing only a silk scarf that was tied around her, concealing nothing. She had a wine glass in one hand and what looked like someone's skimpy underwear in the other. "Hello, darlings," she said "Why don't you come and play with us upstairs. Mike is rolling, and you really ought to see what Dave is doing."

Lucy frowned and said "What is he doing?"

"Well at the moment he is doing Veronica!"

Tara wandered off. From above I could hear a rhythmic banging. 

"I suppose we should go and see," said Lucy.

I really wanted to stay and maybe make love with her again quietly, but she was right. 

Things had changed in the main bedroom since my last visit. The walls were now painted in dark brown and cream with red highlights. There was a large print of a classical nude above the bed, and a chaise long where the dressing table had been. The TV was mounted on the wall, and a couple of padded stools had replaced the bedside tables. The enormous bed was still there, now stripped back to just the dark purple sheet and half a dozen pillows. Veronica's pale legs looked stark against the dark plum cotton. Dave, still wearing socks, was ploughing her with long, hard strokes, and it looked like she was going to come at any moment. 

Penny and Tim were lounging on the chaise, and Mike was standing by the bed with a Polaroid camera, lining up for a shot. 

A glance at Penny was met by a smile, and I saw Tim's hand was gently cradling her left breast as she leaned against him. Tim's cock was flaccid, despite the naked girl he was fondling and the sight of the couple on the bed. Sated, I thought. I wonder if it was Tara or Penny who drained him. 

Ronnie came. Whooping and gasping and throwing her arms up, and the camera flashed. It was what Mike had been waiting for. He pulled the sheet from the back of the camera and handed it to Tim, saying "Give it a minute," before moving round to take another shot, between their legs, freezing for all time an image of Dave's cock halfway into Veronica's blonde fringed pussy. 

Lucy and Tara had entered the room in front of me and went to climb on the bed. I was standing by the door and as I watched them kiss and lounge back beside Dave and Veronica, I had a flashback to the night I came up there and found Penny on the bed with three guys fucking her in every hole, and another ten waiting their turn. 

I think she saw me blanch at that memory, because she rose and came to me then, and touched my face. Her thigh and breasts were warm against me as she pressed closer and said "Hey, Loverboy, how are you doin'?"

"Fine, just fine Lovergirl." I said, and smiled, and kissed her. Penny responded warmly, not hard or overly passionate, but with sexy affection. As she moved against me her nipple brushed my arm, and sent a thrill through me. Her knee went between mine and her hands came down to pull my hips forward. We were suddenly entangled in lust. 

Lovemaking with Lucy again had been soft, friendly, un-pressured and warm. It was just great sex. But with Penny there was fire. Need. In her and reflected in me. Something deep and almost desperate in both of us. A flash caught my eye and I looked up at Mike. He had taken a shot of Tim going down on Tara. He saw me look at him, and waved airily. "No. Problem mate, I know, no pics of you or Penny. It's cool."

It had killed the buzz. I couldn't relax, and Penny knew it quickly. "What's up, love?"

I told her, and we cuddled and kissed, and went to sit on the chaise, to watch Dave and Ronnie again. Lucy sat beside us, and kissed Penny affectionately. "He's quite something isn't he?" said Penny, nodding at Dave as Veronica wailed and clasped him to her in an iron grip. 

"Oh, yes. And he can go all night."

"Really?" Penny said with an arched eyebrow. 

Lucy laughed "Which can quite literally be a pain. In all sorts of places. He is a monster." She grinned. 

Ronnie needed a break. Dave rolled over towards us, leaving her spread and half conscious. Penny glanced at Lucy and me, and said "Mind?"

"Go ahead."

She bent forward and climbed onto the bed, surprising Dave by sucking his slick and fragrant cock. I watched her perform for a while. She knew she was the centre of attention, and she played to the crowd. 

Lucy snuggled beside me and whispered in my ear "She's quite something too. Is she all better now?"

I shrugged. "Better, but not all better I think."

Dave whooped when Penny deep throated him. Lucy sighed "I still can't do that."

"I wouldn't worry, it looks better than it feels, and of you don't mind me saying so, you are very good at what you do."

She looked at me with a sudden softness and said quietly "Thank you, Sean. So are you."

We watched Penny climb onto Dave, and lower her pussy onto his cock. She wriggled down, moved her hips in a circle and then pulled up. Dave groaned, so she did it again. 

We watched her ride him, bend down and pump her bottom fast and hard, sit up and grind her hips, rise on her feet and bounce on him. His cock was fat and slick and her pussy lips clung to it, the dark pink of his shaft glistened with the evidence of her arousal. 

Of course it was Tara who upped the ante. She walked over and placed a finger on Penny's anus. The tip was covered in gel, and Penny groaned as the slim digit simply vanished into the instantly welcoming flesh. 

Two fingers, pumping hard. Tara pulled them open as she pulled out, stretching Penny's asshole wider. 

Dave didn't know what was happening as Penny suddenly started gasping and writhing, but then he felt the fingers inside her ass rubbing against his shaft in her pussy. "Woah! What the fuck?"

"Relax Honey," said Tara, "It's just me. Now just you hold still while Sean gets his cock in there. You'll love it. And so will she, won't you Penny?"

Penny grunted "Oh, yes."

Tara looked at me, and said "Your turn first Sean."

Lucy giggled and pushed me forward. I was half hard, and Tara reached for my cock, wanking me and pulling me towards Penny. She told me to get some lube, and nodded at the bottle. I let her spread it over my shaft once I poured it on. 

Tara had taken her fingers out of Penny for a moment, letting Penny bounce on Dave for a while, but once I was slippy she again took control of Penny's ass. Two fingers easily slid in, and out, and she guided my cock to the well glazed ring of dark flesh. 

I sank into Penny's ass, making her moan, feeling the tightness of her body with Dave's cock deep inside her. He groaned too. "Woah, fuck!"

Tara laughed and said "You heard the man, fuck her Sean!"

Penny groaned again and said "Oh gosh, that is so good. Please Sean, fuck my ass. And Mike, or Tim, I want a cock to suck as well. I want fucked in all three, oh god that cock in my cunt and ass, oh yes!"

Tim stepped up to the task. Mike lifted the camera to show me with a hopeful grin and shrugged when I shook my head. He put it down and climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside Tim so Penny could swap back and forth between the two cocks in front of her face. 

We all fucked her. 

It was strange. Everyone was suddenly madly abandoned, combined in the moment, all of us serving Penny's pleasure. When Mike took over from me, sliding that ridiculously long pale cock between Penny's golden tanned asscheeks, the white shaft gripped by the dark hole that took it all, I stood back and watched for a moment. Here was my girlfriend, in the same room, on the same bed, getting gang banged again, airlocked, fucked by three men at once. But this was joyous. This was how it should have been, how I knew Penny had thought it was. I could see it now, and I laughed. 

Tara and Lucy and Ronnie were very generous that night. They watched, and sometimes played, Tara at one point using two dildoes on Penny, and later Ronnie sat on her face when all the guys needed a break, while Lucy licked Penny's pussy with soft, long strokes of her tongue. Sometimes one or two of the girls would join in, stroking or sucking or licking Penny or one of the boys. But the night was Penny's. She needed a rest after her second orgasm, and after her fourth, but time and again she started again. It wasn't all three guys all the time, or even two, but every combination, every swap, every orifice and every part of her, and most bits of us, was tried. 

Lucy and Ronnie and Tim went off to the spare room after 1 am, leaving Dave and Mike and me with Tara to carry on. Dave left us about half an hour later, and the four of us swapped back and forth, and Mike and I watched as Tara and Penny sixty-nined, and we ended up in a tangled heap, falling asleep sometime around four. As she drifted off in my arms Penny kissed my shoulder and muttered "Thank you, Sean. I love you." I knew it was the truth. 

Very late the following morning Penny and I showered together before breakfast. It was a quick scrub, under time pressure from Tara, who had poked us awake and told us Mike was frying and the eggs were going on in five. We found time for a kiss and a soft, soapy touch or two. Penny was in elated mood, although sore in places. 

Breakfast was taken in dressing gowns. We decided to go to a gig that evening - a band that included some of our friends was playing at the Kings Head. The girls decided they wanted a pampering afternoon, and the boys were barred from upstairs. That suited us, as we took to the music room and the snooker table, Tim and Dave vying with the cues, while Mike and I played piano and guitar together for the first time in many months. 

We had decided to go out for dinner before the gig, so at five the boys went for showers and to get changed, and at six we took taxis to the pub, eating in the restaurant upstairs and going down to the gig later on. It was all very civilized and grown up. We danced, swapping partners often, and drank, and flirted, and in the taxi home as I sat in the front and chatted to the driver I knew that Dave was getting molested in the back by Ronnie and Tara. 

The other taxi was following us, Mike and Tim in the back with Penny, Lucy in the front seat. I found out later that Penny had also had a fun time. She had slipped her panties off earlier in the evening, so I could stroke her bottom when we sat in the bar, and she flashed everyone when she danced. Mike had seen that, and placed his hand on the seat beneath her as she sat down in the taxi, discreetly fingering her all the way up the Malone Road. 

She was very turned on by the time she got in to the house. So was Dave. He was standing in the hall with Ronnie kneeling in front of him, his cock deep in her mouth.

They made an impressive sight. Veronica had thrown off her jacket and was wearing a white ribbed top with a polo neck and very shirt sleeves. It hugged her figure, emphasising the smooth, large mounds of her breasts. Her legs where encased in white tights, her black mini skirt with its pleats spread out around her. She had been beautiful to watch on the dance floor, but with a cock in her mouth, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard, a new beauty was displayed. 

Dave had pulled off his shirt. Most men look a little ridiculous with their trousers round their ankles, but his well toned and muscled physique would make anyone jealous. They looked like very high end porn stars. 

They performed as well. 

Ronnie was a stalwart of the drama society, and as extrovert as one would expect. Dave was just a mass of self confidence who had found himself surrounded by horny women whose boyfriends didn't mind him fucking them in front of them. He was on for the ride, wherever it took him.




Bad Penny Ch. 14



Mike and Tara got drinks while Lucy and Penny stripped each other, and then Veronica, and dragged Dave into the living room. I followed, and sprawled on the large armchair while the three girls mobbed Dave on the sofa. 

Ronnie was still sucking his cock, Lucy was licking her boyfriend's balls, but Penny was offering him her nipples to suck, and guiding his hands to caress her buttocks and her thighs, her pussy and breasts. 

I knew when she straddled him and pressed her crotch to his face that the next place it would go would be onto his cock. 

Ronnie beat her to it. She knelt up and swung a leg over Dave, turning to face me, as Lucy held up his cock and guided it into her. She caught my eye and grinned as she flexed her hips to guide the shaft up inside herself, and then she winked at me, before closing her eyes, leaning back a little and raising herself up. I was presented with a clear view of her pale blonde curls and pink lips being parted and shafted by Dave's thick rod. Veronica's peaked nipples shook beautifully at the top of each rise and bounced as she bottomed out on the down stroke. 

Lucy had leaned back to admire the view herself, and almost overbalanced. Her hand touched my foot as she reached behind her to steady herself. She looked round, and grinned. "Hmmn, Sean, I didn't know you were here!"

I was still fully dressed, but understandably fully hard. Lucy crawled up my legs and began undoing my belt, and pulled my trousers and underpants down in one move. "Ooh, just what I was looking for," she said and bobbed her head down to suck me. 

It was a wonderful moment of release and anticipation. Her pretty face framed by her long blonde locks was transformed by the shaft that filled her mouth. Her blue eyes looked up at me with lust and amusement. She was suddenly wanton, all innocence and delicacy gone. She was pure sex. 

I wanted her. I reached down and gently pulled her head up towards me. We kissed, and I was swept away. She swarmed onto my body, lifting herself so her breasts were briefly in range of my mouth, and I sucked hard on her right nipple. She moaned as she reached back to hold my cock upright, and lined me up with her slit. I kept sucking as she lowered herself, bobbing a little, taking me deep into her gold fringed pussy. 

She sought my lips with her own, and we kissed again as she began to slowly, gently, deeply ride me. 

I loved her skin. She was soft and smooth, smelled of sandalwood and spice, her mouth tasted sweet, her pussy clenched around my shaft as she pulled up. 

She helped me off with my shirt and smoothed her hands over my chest. I wasn't as muscular as Dave, but my time at the gym had toned me up quite a bit since the first time Lucy and I had shared a bed, and she remarked on it. I reached up to caress her breasts, and told her how beautiful I thought they were. She laughed, and tossed her hair back, and leaned back a little to point her breasts up, and let them bounce a little as she rise and fell. 

She was stunning. It is one of those moments that is forever burned in my memory, as she reached her hands up and lifted her hair, and flexed her body. So beautiful, confident, young and sexy, sensual, physical, nubile. It was a privilege to be with her, in her, have her show herself to me like that. It inflamed me. 

I reached out to her and pulled her to me, possessing her, pushing her down onto my cock, taking her mouth with my own, grasping her perfect breast with my hand as I gripped her perfect bottom with the other. I growled something lustful, kissed her hard, and thrust upwards. She responded. 

Moments later we were on the rug, me ploughing her hard and deep, her legs wide and raised, her hands on my waist, pulling me into her, her breasts bouncing, her face flushed. It was moments before she came, overwhelmed by my desire, knowing she was wanted, that I was hers and she was in that moment utterly mine. She gasped "Come in me! Please!" and I did, pounding her as I shot my essence into her most sacred space, giving her myself to hold in secret. 

Penny was riding Dave when I next paid attention. Ronnie was lying back on the sofa with a dazed look on her face. There was no sign of Tara, Tim or Mike. 

Lucy was draped over me, but lifted herself and twisted round, settling her bottom back into my lap and drawing my arms round her so I could cradle her breast as we watched my girlfriend fucking her boyfriend. 

They made a handsome pair. She was obviously determined to make him come. She worked hard on his shaft, kissing him and massaging him, reaching behind to rub his balls, leaning toward to put her nipples in his mouth, keeping time with his breathing, whispering words of encouragement and suggestion. 

He let himself go. Powerful hips and arching back, driving up into her, shaking her body with the force of his thrusts, making her gasp and groan and come on his cock as he drove her down with his hands on her hips. He bounced her on his shaft like a sex toy, using her pussy to wank his cock, her body as a receptacle for his come. 

They lay in a sweaty heap afterwards for a minute, until Penny pushed herself up with a "Whee- Oooh!" noise and said "Oh Boy, that was gooood!"

Dave smiled broadly and said "I'm glad you liked it. I enjoyed that too."

"You are a great shag. But I'm thirsty - Would you like a glass of water?"

She bent down and gave him a peck on the lips as she pulled forward, letting his shrinking cock fall from her body. He groaned at the withdrawal, but said "Yes please," and she climbed off him and was away towards the kitchen in an instant. 

I marvelled at the scene. How much she had changed. Confident, happy, uninhibited and carefree. And beautiful, as she walked to the door, naked and lithe and standing tall. 

She came back with a tray of glasses, water and fruit juice. Tara, Mike and Tim were with her, and there was a certain shuffling and rearranging of the seating. Tara insisted that no couple be together, and recent couplings be swapped. So Veronica joined me, Lucy went to Tim, with Mike and Penny on the other sofa, and Dave sat with Tara on his lap beside us. 

We told stories. Tara gave us each topics. Dave was asked how he lost his virginity. Lucy had to tell us about her first blow job. Mike regaled us with the story of the first time he was tied up, Veronica the first time a boy licked her out. I was asked about my first orgasm, Penny about her first encounter with a vibrator. Tara told us about her first anal. Tim had to tell the tale of his first blow job, and then Dave volunteered to tell about his. It was hilarious. He was a great storyteller, and I cannot do it justice, but it involved his sister's best friend, an open topped bus, two litres of cider and a stuffed elephant. 

Conversation drifted onto blow jobs in general, and the girls took over, talking about learning to swallow, incomprehension for those girls who said they didn't like the taste, bad blow jobs, and how to deep throat. Tara could do it, but Penny was acknowledged as the mistress of that art. She offered lessons to the others, but it was getting late, and a vote for bed was mooted. 

We ended up in three bedrooms. Mike and Penny with Dave and Tara in the main bedroom, Lucy and Tim in the spare, Veronica and me in the third. It was a large single bed, but it was cosy together.

We caressed and cuddled and kissed, but not too seriously, and chatted, not too seriously. We slept well. 

In the morning I was woken by Veronica getting out of bed to go to the loo. She said she would be right back, and I admired her rear end as she slipped out the door. The hint of blonde hair that caught the morning sunlight was very pretty. 

I was surprised when the door opened and Penny walked in. She had a tray, and a French maid outfit. 

I had seen her in it before, and it was ridiculous and sexy. She put on an accent, very well, since she was studying French after all, and had spent a lot of time there with her extended family. "Guid Mornink Monsuier, I 'ope you sleept well. I 'ave some breakfast for you 'ere, and for your leetle friend. Is ther anything else you would like me to do for you?"

"How about a good morning kiss?"

"Oh, Monsuier, you are very naughty. But okay!"

She put the tray down and leaned over to kiss me. We were still kissing when Veronica came back into the room. 

"Well there's a sight to see!" she said 

Penny grinned at her, and I said "Aven't you ever seen a French Maid doink room service before?"

"Not with a big rubber plug sticking out of her bottom!"

Penny turned round and bent over to let me see. She was wearing a thong, and a black butt plug. "Mike put it in for me earlier, after our shower. You guys have slept through lots of fun. You should see what Lucy's costume is!"

I was momentarily taken aback. Her gesture, turning and bending and holding her bottom to expose herself, was reminiscent of the submissive act she had done as part of her slave persona. The causal mention that Mike had put it in her conjured visions of her bending over in front of him, submissive and dominated. It was exactly what I feared. 

But she was laughing and smiling. This wasn't submissive. She was proud. Not in a slave- like way, but in a guilt free and positive way. 

And it has to be said, the sight of her beautiful smooth buttocks, toned and tanned, the dark curly hair fringing her pussy escaping around the tiny thong, and the large black disk of the butt plug, which I knew was attached to the shaft in her ass, penetrating, stretching and filling her, was quite thrilling. 

She stood up again and said, back in her French accent, "Now eef you wood 'urry up wiv brakefast, you can com and choos a costume."

She wiggled as she walked away. 

Veronica found my hard on quite quickly, and laughed. "You fancy the maid then?"

"Yes darling. But I fancy you too."

"Down boy, breakfast and a shower before anything more."

Lucy was in the landing as we came out of the bathroom. She was in a nuns habit. Well, a truncated mini skirted, fishnet stockinged version of a nuns habit with a black bustier that held her half bare breasts out in a deliciously provocative fashion. 

Mike was a cowboy. In chaps. No trousers or underwear. Dave was a caveman, and Tara was Prince Charming in thigh boots and silk jacket, Tim was in a skimpy leather posing pouch and leather waistcoat and cap, which to me screamed biker from the Village People, but I didn't like to say. 

Veronica chose a school-girl look. I was handed a soutane. Tara winked at me and said "I have always had a fantasy about you in this."

I looked at it. "You have got to be joking."

She shook her head and leaned to whisper huskily "Trust me. Lucy the nun will love it and as for Penny... And I'm serious. I will be only to happy to hop on your lap and confess everything..."

It was fun. Tara was in sparkling form, and in control as usual, thinking up all sorts of games. She knew that we couldn't just have sex all the time, so entertainment and chances of flirting and excitement had to be organised. We played Cluedo while lounging On cushions on the floor, arranged boy girl boy girl. I had a sexy nun on one side and a school girl on the other. Wrong guesses had forefeits. The winner (Tim) got a reward. The reward was being the training and demonstration subject for Penny the French maid to teach the nun and schoolgirl how to deep throat. 

Lunch was a buffet picnic in the dining room, but under house rules - you had to feed each other. There was a modification. Every other bite had to be offered held between lips or teeth, and you could only have two bites from the girl beside you in a row, so you had to keep swapping sides. 

Not surprisingly after lunch most of the costumes got discarded. I spent quite a long time eating grapes out of a nun's pussy, as she lay across the table. Beside me Prince Charming was riding a cowboy. The French maid was being fucked from behind by a caveman. She was over the table on the other side, holding her buttocks open to let him get as deep in her as he could. I heard her high pitched gasps as she approached orgasm, and his groan as her body tightened around him. Her face was a picture of purple pleasure as he carried on shafting her, driving her on to another peak, his body slapping against her bare bottom. 

I stood up and pulled the spread legged nun towards me, entered her and pressed in deep. For all my scepticism, the blasphemy added a spice I had not expected. Lucy groaned and writhed and bucked and squeezed me with her thighs, and I enjoyed the sight of her blonde curls around my shaft poking out below the drawn up skirt, the pink nipples exposed by the pulled open black robe. Her face framed in the habit was angelic and lustful, shockingly beautiful. 

I was interrupted in my admiration by Penny gasping "Sean! Pass the butter!"

I stopped in mid stroke to look at her. Caveman Dave was still shafting her from behind across the table, but she was looking up at me and gasping. "Pass the butter!"

"What?"

"Pass the goddam butter!"

I automatically reached for the butter dish that was on the table beside Lucy, and handed it over to my girlfriend. She plunged her fingers into it and then reached back to smear the slippery stuff into the furrow between her buttocks. "Oh, fuck me there Dave! Fuck my ass!"

He laughed and pulled out of her pussy, paused a moment to find the mark, and pushed in firmly and slowly. Penny shrieked and gasped in pleasure, and her breathing caught in her throat, making that high pitched "Oh!" that I knew so well. Each time he thrust home, faster and harder, plundering her body for every sensation, every molecule of breath, she got closer to coming.

I matched his tempo, shafting Lucy, his girlfriend, as he took mine. He came, after Penny had been reduced to rag doll lumpiness and ragged gasps. Lucy came as well, grunting "Fuck me, fuck me Father for I have sinned!"

It almost made me laugh. Which is quite off-putting in that situation. But her body tightened around me, and her flushed cheeks and wild eyes and throaty cries as she clawed at me and bucked and demanded I keep going, spurred me on. I felt her smooth thighs against mine as I pressed deep for the last time, my hips convulsed, driving upwards, lifting her bottom off the table, my cock jerking as she clung to me and pulled me down to kiss me. 

When I propped myself up on my elbows again, looking down at Lucy, who was wreathed in smiles, she said shyly "Am I forgiven, Father?"

"I would forgive you anything, dearest child." I said, and kissed her again. 

Her eyes misted, tears starting. I didn't know why, but as I was about to comfort her we heard a most startling noise. A long and raucous fart. It was Penny. 

"Oh, goodness!" she said and looked round. She was blushing furiously as Lucy and Dave and I all burst out laughing. 

She laughed as well, after a moment, then stood up and dragged Dave away to the shower. Lucy and I were left alone, and I helped her sit up. She pushed me back onto a dining chair, lifted her skirt front and sat down on me. She just pushed her naked sex against me, trapping my cock between our tummies 

Lucy draped her hands around my neck and said "What am I going to do with you?"

"I don't know, but what you are doing now is very nice." I said, and kissed her, but she pulled back her head. 

"No, not now. Listen to me. I have a problem."

"What?"

"I'm falling in love. With you. I can't help it. Dave is nice, and great in bed, and I adore Naimh, and I do love Penny. But I am falling in love, with you."

"Ah." I pursed my lips for a moment in thought. "That could be awkward, but not necessarily. Do you want to keep going out with Dave?"

"Weeellll...." she shrugged and made a 'not sure' head gesture. 

"Because I have to say I am very fond of you. I would like to spend more time with you. You could come and stay with Penny and me if you like. We had Liz living with us for a few months and we all got on fine. I am sure we could do the same. I know Penny wouldn't mind at all, she has told me she likes you."

She looked at me as if I had hit her with a wet fish.

"Really?"

"Really." I nodded. Suddenly my throat tightened, and I felt tears rising. I don't know when I had last cried. I had to swallow and suppress them, but Lucy saw the struggle on my face and her look was so kind and puzzled and concerned that my heart melted again. "I'm sorry Lucy. I don't know what it is. I'm suddenly very confused."

She took my face in both hands and kissed my lips softly, and said "Shush" and pulled me to her bosom, cradling my head. 

I breathed there in the sweet warmth, and my mind cleared. I looked up at her, and saw her worried smile. "Lucy. You know Penny and I have been through some rough times. The last couple of years have been strange. I do love her. I care for her. I want her to be well and happy. But I realise now that I look forward to seeing you. My heart lifts when you walk in the room. And when we make love, well, it is making love, for me. It isn't just sex."

She kissed me. The softest kiss, the most tantalising, thrilling, satisfying kiss. She sat completely still, lips just touching mine. 

"Will you come and live with me?" I breathed. "With Penny too, of course. But with me."

She looked at me then and said "What if I asked you to leave her?"

I couldn't read her expression. I didn't know what to say. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. She put a finger up across my lips, and used her thumb to lift my jaw, sealing the silence inside. "Don't answer. I won't ask. I wouldn't do that to you. Or Penny. But you know in the end you might have to choose."

"Yes."

"If Penny agrees I can get my stuff together and come home with you tomorrow." She smiled "Okay?"

"More than okay."

We kissed. Passion rose, but nature called. Just as her hips were beginning to grind and both of us ran out of air she broke off with a frustrated, sorrowful noise. "God dammit, I have to go pee!"

I laughed. "Me too."

I found Lucy and Penny in the kitchen when I came out of the loo. They were hugging. Penny looked up at me over Lucy's shoulder and smiled, and held out a hand. So I went over and hugged the two of them, Lucy sandwiched between us, and kissed Penny. 

What to do about Dave? Lucy shrugged. "I don't live with him. He stays over sometimes, and I stay at his place sometimes, but... We can stay friends. I'll tell him later."

I hadn't heard the term "with benefits" in the eighties - I think it is a modern coinage. "Fuck buddies" was certainly not part of the language. But I knew that was what she had in mind. I remember at the time being surprised how unshocked I was. Even more so when Penny said "He could stay over with us sometimes if you don't mind me playing along as well."

Here I was setting up another ménage a trois, and my girlfriend was casually suggesting a swinging foursome (or threesome without me) or swapping session. And no one batted an eyelid. The girls all went off to clean up and rest, since Tara announced she had a surprise for us all later -- Mike fell asleep on the sofa in the living room, and Tim was reading the Sunday papers, leaving me and Dave to the snooker table. The doorbell rang as I was lining up on the blue at the end of my fourth frame. Dave was a fiendishly good player, having beaten me twice already by a wide margin, and I had squeezed a narrow victory on the third. Now I was three points ahead. If I could just sink the next two balls...

It was Nikkala the social worker and new age feminist guru at the door. I was surprised to see her, but instantly knew what was likely to happen next.

Tara called us all I to the living room, introductions were made, and we settled down on cushions and rugs as she talked quietly to us about Tantra and meditation. Tara pouted a little when she said we must work with our regular partners (Tara was sitting with Dave, and Mike was obviously looking forward to playing with Penny, and Lucy was at my side) but Nikkala insisted. "You need trust and to be relaxed with each other. This can be a powerful bonding experience. I won't do this with casual partners." I felt that she gave me a particular glance as she said that. She wanted to help me and Penny. 




Bad Penny Ch. 14



So we did as instructed. The next few hours were a strange and deeply personal time. I won't relate it here - it was not the stuff of erotic fantasy. At the end I was elated and exhausted. And I had shared something with Penny that I have never forgotten, even if I cannot describe it. It did form a bond, a shared moment of mutual understanding, trust and acceptance. Oneness. I have practised Tantra a few times since, and achieved that state again, and have felt that deep connection, but Penny was my first. It was like loosing a new virginity. It was like being married. It seems strange to relate it now, decades later, and for me to be squeamish about writing about it after all the things I have described in such detail, but it was more personal and precious than almost any other experience I have ever had. I recommend it highly. 

After Nikkala talked us down to a relaxed stupor we lay together as couples with blankets over us and ate another picnic. Each couple was simply chilled out and quiet. Except for Lucy and Dave. There seemed to be a tension there. They had not got the same connection out of the afternoon. I could guess why. 

After we had eaten Lucy said "I think it is time I was off. Come on Dave, let's have a shower and get dressed."

I knew Lucy wanted us to give her a lift, so Penny and I hit the downstairs bathroom and got our things together as well. 

Lucy appeared with her overnight bag at the bottom of the stairs and said with a slightly brittle brightness "Could you guys give me a lift? Dave is going home alone."

Tara raised an eyebrow at that, but didn't make a fuss. 

In the car Lucy told us that Dave had been a little cold but fairly okay about things. He had shrugged and said she could call him if she liked. She was a little upset, and Penny, who was with her in the back of the car, comforted her. It was almost too intimate to watch, as she cradled her friends head and the tears ran down Lucy's face. But in our bed that night as she lay sandwiched between Penny and me, and I felt Penny's finger touching my shaft as she rubbed around Lucy's clitoris, and heard Lucy sigh and whisper "Oh Penny!" with such wonder and delight, I felt sorry for Dave. But I had no regret at all.



Bad Penny Ch. 15



Lucy had been living with us for three weeks when I found her one afternoon crying in the University Library. It was up on the eleventh floor, where we had arranged to meet. It was always quiet up there, and the view was great. Penny and I had occasionally been quite adventurously intimate between the stacks, but that wasn't the intention in our arrangement to meet that day. As far as I expected she was simply studying there, and I was dropping by after a lecture, probably to then go for a coffee. 

The tears were because of Naimh. Lucy's love life was complicated. She and Naimh had been lovers since they were at school. They had both had various boyfriends and sometimes shared and swapped. Her moving in with Penny and me had changed the dynamic a little. Naimh and her boyfriend had joined in various swinging parties with all of us in the past, and the previous weekend we had all been together at Mike and Tara's, and I had thought that things were all pretty well balanced. 

It turned out that Lucy had met up with Naimh at lunch, and sneaked off to a quiet corner to share a kiss. Naimh had broken off the embrace after a moment and said "What's wrong?"

She said the kiss hadn't felt right, that Lucy was holding back. And Lucy agreed. For the first time she found herself not responding to her friend. Not wanting it to go any further. Not being attracted to her. 

They didn't row. It wasn't an argument. They hugged and cried together. They told each other they loved each other, and went their separate ways. And Lucy spent the rest of the afternoon in tears until I turned up. 

I comforted her, and we made our way home, she burst into tears with Penny again later. I lay in bed that night with Lucy on one side and Penny on the other, and hugged them both as they both sobbed, and kissed. And suddenly they flared. Passion rose. Their kisses grew deeper, less sisterly, and hands began to caress rather than clasp in comfort. 

Penny moved across my body, slipping into Lucy's arms, legs entwining, hands caressing. I shuffled across to the warm spot that Penny had vacated, giving them room, observing them. They were beautiful. Brunette on blond, honey and milk, black cherry and red.

I watched them make love. I didn't interfere, I didn't intrude. This was their moment, and I was privileged to be a witness. They were calm and gentle and strong and relentless and caring. And they came, and sighed and came again and collided in kisses and hair and legs and fingers, tongues and nipples and shared smiles of sleepy contentment. 

They slept in each other's arms, and I did not feel lonely as I drifted off to sleep beside them, seeing Lucy's delicate pale fingers on Penny's tanned thigh. 

Another fortnight passed, and suddenly the exams were over. The sun was out. We were exhausted but elated, and all we had to do was wait for the results that would change our lives. So we partied. 

Wild drunken dancing on the beach at Murlough, with a bonfire on Midsummer night, clothing optional. Sex on a sand dune is not recommended. Gritty. Unpleasant. Don't bother trying it. Lucy was out if action for a week after. 

Wilder dancing in a garden off Adelaide Park, clothing mostly on but this time fuelled with smoke rather than drink. A strange, stoned, orgy took place in a small boxroom off the landing that evening, when a dozen people crowded in, semi-naked, and rubbed against each other, turning to the person beside them each time a voice called "Swap!" 

A weekend in our house, with Tara, Mike, Naimh and Alan and a newcomer couple, introduced by Tara of course, called Oonagh and Brendan. We were joined, unexpectedly, by Tilly. 

Tilly was supposed to be away for the weekend, which was why we had decided to host the party, but arrived back at our house at about half past nine on the Friday night, just as we were all finishing dessert. She came in looking cross and explained her trip to Dublin had been cancelled because her friend had a tummy bug. Penny instantly offered her chocolate mousse and a brandy. Tilly perked up. 

A seat was arranged, and Penny brought the dessert over to her, bending low to kiss Tilly's cheek as she reached round her to place the bowl on the table. She whispered "You are very welcome," as she did so. 

At the time I didn't think much of the gesture. Penny was always affectionate, and Tilly had joined us, Lucy, Penny and I, several times in the last couple of months for various games. Many of them involving ropes. 

That weekend Tilly's skill with decorative knots and patterns of bindings was in demand. Penny seemed to wear almost nothing but coloured cords in various combinations and patterns. Sometimes they restricted her movements or blocked access to her most intimate areas, others emphasised and drew the attention to the exposed flesh. On Sunday evening I walked into the living room to see Penny spread legged, her pussy shaved and open, red cords holding her legs wide and arms behind her, a knotted gag in her mouth. 

Tara was caressing Penny's nipples, which pointed straight out, her breasts squeezed by the rope. Tilly was just putting away her shaving gear.

I wasn't keen on the shaven look. It was unnatural, unwomanly, prepubescent, not sexy. But it was also startling, and somehow enhanced her vulnerability. She was exposed and helpless. 

I watched in wonder as Tilly brought Oonagh forward. I hadn't spotted her, I was so struck by Penny's condition. Oonagh was also roped up, arms behind her, legs tied together by a decorative arrangement at her knees. Tilly had to help her to walk across, to kneel, to lean forward so her face was pressed against Penny's open sex. 

"Lick her. Make her come," Tilly commanded. 

I watched as Oonagh tried to do as she was told, and Tilly walked around behind Penny to squeeze and play with the brown nipples I so loved to suck, darkened and hardened by the blood squeezed into them by the restricting ropes and Tara's gentle teasing.  

Tilly saw me then, watching. She smiled. She smiled more broadly when Penny gasped and her head was thrown back, and she raised her lips to suck on Tilly's own nipple. "Her Mistress's Nipple" was the phrase that flashed through my mind. 

Tara had also seen me, but when Tilly displaced her she had gone to kneel beside Oonagh, and to caress her bottom and thighs. 

Oonagh's knee bonds had a knot with several wrappings around it between her knees, so they were held a few inches apart. Tara had access between the bound girl's thighs, and when she pulled on both buttocks she exposed Oonagh's unshaven pussy lips to my view. 

Tara looked up at me with a saucy, enquiring and daring smile. She looked at my now erect cock and nodded at Oonagh's available and inviting slit. 

It was a matter of three strides before Tara's out-reached hand took my cock. She lunged forward to suck me, and lick around the head, pulling my foreskin back, coating me with her saliva, wetting me to ease my entry to Oonagh's body. 

Tara guided me down, as I straddled the pale bottom of the kneeling girl, and felt the tip of my cock contact her pussy lips. I held back as Tara rubbed my cock up and down, opening up Oonagh. I had not entered her before. She had joined in with her partner, naked and making love, and had played with the girls, sharing them with Brendan, but only Alan had been allowed to take her, although she had sucked on Mike and on my cock the night before. 

I pushed into her, and she gasped. She did not know who it was that plunged so deep inside her, whose cock was invading her, pushing her open, filling her body, dragging pleasure from her depths. She bucked and wriggled, and for a moment I thought I had done the wrong thing, that she objected, that this was rape. My mind flashed to the night that Penny had been gang banged, men taking her one after the other, no notion of consent. 

Then I felt Oonagh thrust backagainst me and heard her muffled cry "Oh God, oh God, oh yes, oh make me come!"

I did my best. 

As Tara fingered Penny and brought her to climax, a shafted Oonagh hard and deep, holding her up by her bound arms so she could still lick Penny when she had the breath to spare. She came, her body squeezing my shaft, and her legs flexing uncontrolled. She fell forward, head under the chair on which Penny sat, and I pushed in deep and hard, my mouth now on the smooth bare flesh of my girlfriend's pussy, tasting her come as I pumped mine into Oonagh. 

I was lying on the floor, getting my breath back, when I looked up to see that Tara had rolled Oonagh onto her back and was sixty-nining her, trying with difficulty to get between her bound thighs to lick my come from the stunned girl's slit. Above them Tilly was kissing Penny. It was gentle, loving, passionate, a post orgasmic kiss of depth and meaning. It was beautiful. I was filled with jealousy, and sudden, dreadful, cold certainty. 

Penny and Tilly were lovers. Something had happened there while I had been distracted by Lucy. Penny was no longer mine. 

The summer wore on and I came to accept things as they were. Penny sometimes went to sleep with Tilly, sometimes with Lucy and me, sometimes Tilly joined us. There were more parties at our house, now Tilly was part of the group. Mike's uncle Peter visited, and was overwhelmed by Penny, Lucy and Tara one evening. 

It was, quite frankly, a hell of a lot of fun. 

Then our results came out. Tilly got her MA, Penny got a 2.1, I scraped a First. I was offered a place on a research programme, Penny was accepted for Teacher training college. 

The future seemed planned. Lucy would not graduate for another year, but she and Penny and I would keep the house, while Tilly was going back to England. 

The day of her departure approached. Penny became more and more unhappy. Withdrawn. 

Two weeks before Tilly was supposed to go I came home to find Penny transformed. 

She was in the kitchen, naked,, apart from a strange knotted cord bikini. She was bending down to take something out of a cupboard when I came into the room, and presenting me with a very nice view of her bottom, and a glimpse of her shaven pussy. Tilly liked to keep her bare. 

It was a shock when she stood up and I saw that her beautiful brunette tresses had gone. Her head was shaven as clean as the rest of her body. 

It took me a moment to spot the ring through her right nipple, another in her navel, and a large plaster covering an area just above her mons. 

I was speechless. Penny said "Oh Hello," and put the pot down on the table. She struck a pose and said "Do you like my new look?"

All I could say was "Your hair!"

She giggled and ran her hand across her bald head. "Yes, wild isn't it? It feels weird. Nice though."

It had been Tilly's idea. She came in wearing the same haircut, although since she was dressed I did not know about any piercings. 

I'm not sure why there was not a row. I was too shocked I suppose. 

I saw the tattoo a week later. It was a daisy, with an odd number of petals. 

Tilly kept shaving Penny's head, and I presumed all her other parts, but let her own hair grow back. The two girls were exclusively in each other's company now, and Lucy and I were both a little hurt and confused. But on the last night before Tilly was due to leave Penny and Tilly made a dinner, with lots of wine, and Tilly made advances on Lucy while Penny went for me. 

It was strange, making love to a girl with no hair. She looked unlike herself. She was unlike herself. A bald, pierced, tattooed freak, muscled and skinny from hours in the gym, who sucked me hard and kissed me fiercely and told me to only fuck her in the ass, because Tilly, who for the first time she named as her Mistress, didn't like the taste of man come in her cunt. 

It was exciting, exotic, an experience I shall never forget. But it was strangely heart wrenching. I hardly recognised her. She was no longer Penny. I knew she had become this person because of choices I had made; it was a path that I had helped to guide her onto. 

And I remembered, as I kissed her, my eyes closed, and smelt that warm spice and vanilla smell, and felt her lips, as familiar as ever, the best kisses I ever knew, I remembered why I loved her. It filled me with hope. And I knew that tomorrow Tilly would be gone, and I could help Penny come back, reclaim her, help her find herself again. 

I took Tilly to the airport the next day. All of us went. Lucy sat in the front with me, Penny in the back with her lover, silent, tense, soon to be parted. 

We got to the front of the airport and I lifted Tilly's case from the boot, and put it on the trolly. Tilly was already kissing Lucy on the cheek, goodbye. She turned and stepped over to me and extended her hand. It struck me as strangely formal, given that I had been licking her pussy the night before. But she shook my hand firmly and said "Good luck with the PhD," and turned away, taking the trolley. As she passed Penny, who was speaking with Lucy, she said simply "Five minutes"

I saw Penny stiffen and she turned to me. 

"Well, Sean. I guess it is time."

I stood, uncomprehending. But I heard and remember every word.

"I want to say, I do still love you. I always will. And I will always be grateful to you for your love, and all you have taught me, and let me find out. You are a very special man. And I hope you and Lucy have every happiness together. I know she loves you, and you love her, and that is why I don't feel sad. But I have to follow my heart. And that is with Tilly. So I am going now. With her. And I won't be back."

I have heard of people being dumbstruck. I never knew what it meant until that moment. I was frozen on the spot. She reached out her hand and touched my cheek, and for a moment her smile was so sad I nearly collapsed, but in a rush she stepped forward, kissed me so softly, so quickly, that I almost thought it wasn't real, and then, she was gone. Turning, fleeing, away into the terminal. 

Lucy appeared before me. Tears in her eyes. She grabbed me and said "Can't you stop her?"

I watched as Penny went through the inner doors of the entrance hall, and fell into Tilly's embrace. 

I clutched Lucy to me, and hugged her as tightly as Penny was hugging her girlfriend. I didn't even have the breath to say the words that were in my head. 'No. I can't stop her. All I can do is let her go.'

It was the 28th of August, 1988. 

She disappeared. She cut herself off from her family and in all the years since she never called or wrote or returned to Belfast. I looked online when it became available, searched the census, Google, asked old friends. Nothing. 

Lucy went to America to do her post grad work, I got a scholarship to Australia the same year. It seemed like fate. We parted as friends. We still exchange Christmas cards. 

Mike and Tara moved to England two years later. He was killed in a car crash, drunk and stoned, never knew what hit him, not even thirty. Tara stopped swinging, settled down, married and has three kids. And a lot of pets. I follow her Facebook posts, with a certain amount of disbelief. 

Naimh and Alan divorced after ten years. Shauna went to New Zealand and married a civil engineer, and called her second daughter Penelope. Uncle Peter went back to Hong Kong. He still lives there. Liz married a Scottish software engineer who became a senior manager in a major bank. I am not in touch with any of them. 

I met Ruth, we fell in love, married and after twenty years are still the best of friends. 

But I think of Penny often, and wonder how she is, if she is even still alive. And I hope that someday she will turn up.