"Oh, Robby," she sighed, "it's so hard. It's so beautiful. You're so lucky. It's a marvelous prick, just marvelous," she sighed again and bent her lips to kiss its head, then down the shaft, her lips flickering, bestowing a hundred bird-like kisses all over it.
"I want pecker to say hello to my breasts," she said, looking up at him. Then, raising her sweater up to her neck, she exposed her luscious white globes to his eyes, then, sitting closer to him, let his golden penis stand straight up in the valley between her breasts, her hands mashing them together, hiding his erect instrument, her fingers guiding its velvet head, rubbing it against her erect nipples, back and forth, back and forth, up and down, round and round her aureoles. And then stabbing the tip of her nipple into the tiny hole. And then, her eyes almost rolling back into her head, she sat back a little, and bending her head, opened her mouth wide, and with her hands on her knees, lowered her head until the magnificent penis was slipping down into her throat ...
Chapter 1
STRONGLY FENCED IN AND SNOBBISHLY PRIVATE, Gramercy Park, New York, has its assortment of imported nurses relaxing in the summertime sun, tending baby carriages built in England and France; high, wide-wheeled buggies bought by the very rich, locked in gear at their sides. The carefully cared-for shrubbery, lawns, and the ageless towering trees are abundant, and the park is indeed a special reservation. One needs a key to unlock the gate, and one must live on its north, south, east or west perimeters to be a member of this society of well-off families who have exclusive use of the park's facilities.
When summertime ends and autumn appears with its imaginary cloak of many colors, the charm and magic of Gramercy Park increases with the lengthening shadows of the elaborate buildings and ornate last-century one-family homes surrounding it. A veritable oasis in the center of the bustling city, Lexington Avenue pointing straight north like an arrowhead, Irving Place stretching to the south, Gramercy Park has the dimensions of a square city block; a tall, rugged statue of Washington Irving, the prolific writer, occupies a prominent place in the central plaza.
This is the locale of our little story, and it is a true one ...
A soft, light, drizzling late evening rain had just stopped when Mrs. Penelope Luckner, age thirty, divorced, unusually attractive-even beautiful-mother of eleven-year old Jeffry, glanced at the grandfather clock, impatiently waiting for it to strike the hour of ten. This solemn chime signaled her exit from the tall, rococo-type building in which she still lived in a large apartment inherited in the divorce settlement from Jeffry's philandering but nonetheless generous father.
She had been married to Georg Luckner for eleven exhausting, sexually unsatisfying years. When Georg was sober and industrious, he was a gem! But when he drank-and he was now a registered alcoholic-he was a first-class son-of-a-bitch! Mean and contemptible and jealous, he was physically threatening and psychologically brutal, punishing Penny for nonsense misdemeanors and other trifling matters most husbands of Georg's rank would have easily tolerated as being part and parcel of the union of any two disparate individuals. But this was not the case! The legal separation and the subsequent divorce was devoutly wished and the laborious financial details were bound into an iron-clad agreement; visiting rights with Jeffry and the like. The final settlement exceeded her wishes, but the reactive depression that overwhelmed her just days following the scene with the judge in his private chambers (the judge was a close, old family tie of Georg's) was as fearsome as a forbidding winter wind slaughtering unprotected people waiting for a bus.
After several sessions, emergency and otherwise, with a psychiatrist living in the same luxury building, Penelope politely severed her past from the present. She was determined to make new friends, determined to be a good mother to Jeff, and determined to enjoy herself with every distraction she could find. Within weeks she had exhausted most of these, and now it was her habit to wait until ten o'clock each evening and then leave her comfortable but lonely apartment and stroll down Irving Place to the corner of Eighteenth Street, where she would sit at the bar in Pete's Tavern and drink three or four scotches. Perhaps she would exchange pleasantries with the amiable bartenders, eat a shrimp cocktail at the bar. With a firmness of purpose she would discourage bar prowlers, young and old alike, as she sat, preoccupied and alone, at the long, old-fashioned mahogany bar.
This particular evening the bar was nearly deserted. In the rear dining rooms the waiters talked quietly among themselves. Few people were dining out. There was an unseasonable chill outside, and it was Monday after the four-day Labor Day weekend.
At the bar she removed her rain slicker and folded it neatly across her lap. Bob, the bartender, a cheerful smile on his round face, served her automatically. Saying nothing, he leaned back against the cash register. He studied her appearance. Penny was wearing a tight cashmere sweater. He could see the firm, conical outline of her breasts swelling voluptuously under the expensive woven material. The twin points of her nipples were visible and Bob noticed they were erect, seeming to poke lasciviously at his eyes as she lighted a cigarette and slipped it into her silver holder.
As usual, he saw that she swallowed fully half of her drink, and then fell into the pensive mood he identified her with. He often wondered why such an attractive young woman had no escorts, but Mrs. Luckner, as he called her politely, kept her business to herself. He secretly admired her for this. She was quite unlike any of the other lonely women who sat as his bar.
The door in the front opened and in came a young boy. Under his arm he was carrying six or seven first-edition morning newspapers. Bob had never seen him before. Also the number of newspaper boys peddling in the bar had dropped off considerably. The sight of this tousle-haired kid, and a good-looking young boy he was, was unusual. When Penny saw his reflection in the mirror, and turning, saw the papers under his arm, her first reaction was that this kid looked no more like a newspaper boy than she did. His shoes were obviously expensive.
"Paper, lady?" he asked in a well-modulated voice. Bob was about to tell him not to bother his customer, when Penny turned and smiled at the boy. How handsome you are, young man, she said to herself. "Yes. Yes, thank you. What kind are you selling?"
Bob leaned back, folded his arms, and smiled. This kid was actually getting a rise out of Mrs. Luckner, the first animation he'd ever noticed.
"The New York News," he said with disgust. He separated one from the others and very unprofessionally tried to fold it in half with a twist of his wrist, but failed. He held it out to her. Penny fumbled in her purse for money to pay him, found no small change, and held out a dollar bill to Bob. The bartender changed it.
"How much is it?" she asked, smiling again, her clear eyes appraising his clean-cut features. She was impressed with the width of his shoulders and his erect posture.
"It's ten cents!" He enunciated each word. The disgust in his voice was evident.
Penny gave him a quarter.
"I don't have any change, madam," he said. Who ever heard of a newspaper boy calling a female customer "madam"?
"In that case you can keep the change."
The boy was quiet a moment, his eyes studying her pretty face. Then he lowered them and seemed deep in thought.
"Is anything wrong?" Penny asked, smiling. He was behaving most unusually, apparently trying to figure something out.
"No, not really. No. I was just trying to decide my profit ... if I'm going to make any profit doing this."
Bob was grinning. He leaned over the bar. "You're new at this, ain't you kid?"
The boy turned to him. "New? You said it! This is my first job and I'm determined to be a success."
Penny laughed at the tone of sincerity in his young voice. Her laugh was like the sound of silver bells, and even she was conscious of it, not having laughed in a long, long time.
"Well, congratulations," she smiled, and her smile was not one the boy was likely to forget. "Am I your first customer?" she asked simply.
"Yes, ma'am, you are my very first."
"Well," interjected Bob, "doesn't that call for some kind of ceremony?"
"Yes, I think it does!" said Penny, beginning to feel a strange sensation circulate throughout her body. She found her eyes absently tracing down the boy's strong body, studying his eyes, and his full, sensual boy's lips. She had to admit to a slight twitching in her groin.
"Well, I don't know," said the boy. "I should sell all these papers and prove it to him! That's what I should do!"
"Who's him?" Bob asked solicitously.
"My stupid father, that's who's him!"
"Are you supporting him?" Penny asked quite earnestly. Wasn't that what newspaper boys did, supported their poor families?
"Hell, no!" the boy blurted out. "Support him? That's outrageous! He's rich."
"Why you sellin' papers then?" Bob wanted to know.
"Yes, why?" Penny added, feeling the twitching again, this time more acute. She felt herself catching her breath when she noticed how firm and strong the boy's fingers were. She was able to read the insignia on his expensive ring. It bore the name of an important and quite prestigious boys' school in which she'd considered registering Jeffry when he was old enough.
"Well, it's like this. I see no harm in telling anybody as long as my old man doesn't find out."
"Tell us," said Penny. She very nearly blushed when she looked at his tight crotch and saw the outline of what must be a magnificent penis. "Tell us," she repeated, clearing her throat.
"My father said at dinner tonight that I was worthless. That I couldn't earn any money. That my allowance was a waste. He was angry as hell at something else but he took it out on me! I know he did. He said that every one of his friend's sons had worked during the summer vacation, didn't loaf like me. So-" he paused "-out I went, right away, and bought these papers and now I'm earning money, right?"
Both Penny and Bob laughed aloud.
The boy grinned and then he joined in the laughter. "But the joke's on me ... because I paid full price for the papers and now I don't know how much I should charge for them to make a profit." He laughed again, and Penny was impressed with his straight, strong, white teeth. The boy had a beautiful, masculine smile.
"You don't sound like a businessman to me, son." Bob grinned. "Maybe you should take up something else?"
"Well," said the boy solemnly, his brow furrowed, "I'll sell these and then reconsider. I think that's what I'll do."
"I have a good idea," said Bob sympathetically. "Why don't you leave them here with me? Late drinkers here are usually too lazy to go to the corner to get their papers, so I'll go into business with you-" he winked at Penny-"and you come back tomorrow night and we'll split the profits. I know what to charge."
The young boy brightened. "Gee, thanks a lot. That's a good idea! We'll be partners." Obviously, thought Penny, the boy was really showing businessman-like enterprise.
The boy shook hands with Bob, gave him the balance of the papers, and smiling, walked out the way he'd come in.
Quickly, Mrs. Penelope Luckner finished her drink. She slipped her raincoat on. "Leaving us early tonight, Mrs. Luckner?"
"Yes. I'm a bit weary, I must admit. Besides," she smiled graciously, "I have to read my paper."
What see might have said was that her pussy was leaking warm creamy juice that had already flooded the crotch of her nylon panties and it felt as though it was dripping down the insides of her thighs. She might have said that her breasts were swelling up hard, that her nipples were stiffening embarrassingly, and that she was beginning to feel a series of acute, strange, unrhythmic spasms erupt inside her vagina.
But her only words were a last "Good night" as she hurried out the door and up the street toward dimly lighted Gramercy Park, only half a block behind the newspaperboy.
Chapter 2
WITH MRS. LUCKNER GONE, BOB CHUCKLED, AND after methodically counting the papers, opened one to the racing page and checked. He had not won. Cleaning the bar, he saw Mrs. Luckner's silver cigarette holder lying near the dollar tip she usually left him. He wrote her name on a napkin and wrapped the expensive holder in it. From the cash register he took a rubber band and wrapped it securely around the small package. He placed it on the back bar. Strange, he mused, that she should be in such a hurry! Besides, she usually drank three or four more scotches.
In Gramercy Park the wind was still gusting, showering rain drops from the tree leaves down onto the grass and the cement walks.
As Penny Luckner hurried along the wet sidewalk, her full, luscious breasts jiggling and swaying heavily from side to side, her long hair bouncing jauntily on her shoulders, her pussy aching as it had not in so long she couldn't remember, she spotted the young boy as he reached the dead end of Irving Place where the street butted into the fenced-in park.
She stopped when she saw him pause by the gate leading into the park. She saw him take a ring of keys from his pocket and using one, enter through the gate. She watched, breathing quickly. He vanished into the very private solitude and darkness the park offered its privileged users.
Well, now! she thought to herself. Wasn't this something! Walking slowly, she rummaged in her purse for her own little-used key. Humming to herself and only half understanding what was driving her, she walked slowly in the direction of the huge gate. She stood under the street lamp, the light dancing on her long hair flushed outside the raincoat collar. She searched in her purse for her cigarette holder, then remembered that she'd left it in the bar. She debated returning for it and then changed her mind. The wild sensations in her crotch were now radiating throughout her body, spreading up to her erect nipples. Experimentally she reached inside the raincoat and cupped one breast, her fingers grazing over the stiffened nipple. She then looked in her purse for her compact. Finding it, she examined her makeup, her hair. Satisfied, she replaced the compact and lighted a cigarette.
She felt a crazy fear strike in her lower belly. What on earth was wrong!? Why had this boy excited and aroused her so? It must be him, she mused, feeling a throbbing now inside her pussy. Her swollen breasts seemed to be aching. She realized her pussy was now dripping wet and she felt a shade of embarrassment. But then, why didn't she just go on back to the apartment? Why was she now opening the gate and following the boy, hoping for a casual meeting? Why couldn't she just be patient and wait until tomorrow evening when the young, handsome youth came into the bar to collect his part of the profits?
Once inside the gate she stood in the shadows. Turning her back to the statue of Irving, and facing the street, shielded by large magnolia bushes, she reached her hand up under her skirt. "God!" she exclaimed. "I'm soaking wet!" She hadn't been this gushy since she was a teenager, on her first date with the man who two years later was to become her husband. She dismissed the thought, and raising her wet fingers to her lips, smelled them, as women will, and she smiled. She smelled nice and clean, but her pussy was literally dribbling with her slippery juices.
Penny laughed at herself, her inner voice remarking that she'd been plenty stupid believing that she'd become frigid two years ago when Georg stopped making love to her. Frigid? Anything but! Judging from the crazy, sexy sensations scrambling through her shivering body and the fantastic amount of rich cream oozing from her pussy into the thin crotch of her panties and leaking out of the damp edges to coat her inner thighs ... "Frigid, my ass!" she said, almost aloud, and then let her skirt drop.
Humming to herself again, she started to circle the park. When she turned the corner at the north end, she saw the boy. He was sitting alone on a bench usually reserved for older citizens, where a giant tree shaded the sun, yet allowed its warmth to penetrate. In the deep tree-shrouded shadows she almost missed him. She saw the glow of a lighted cigarette in his hand.
Holding her head high, and terribly conscious of her bouncing breasts and her nipples rubbing against the soft material of her sweater, she walked past him, the raincoat wide open and flapping.
"Well, hello there!" his voice called out, and Penny Luckner's heart pounded. She liked his masculine voice. She stopped tentatively and turned to face him.
"Oh, it's you, the newsboy," she said, feigning surprise as best she could. "Are you allowed in here?" she asked.
"I have a key," he answered. "I guess you do too, huh?"
"Yes, I have. I have a key. I seldom use it," she said, walking back toward him, "Only now and then."
"Me, I use mine a lot. I do my smoking in here. I'm not allowed to smoke in the house. One of the other things I'm not allowed to do, damnit!"
"Your father sounds just horrible."
"He is," said the boy. Then he moved over. "You can sit in the dry spot ... if you want," he said matter-of-factly. "I don't care right now if I get soaked."
"Why ... why, thank you," Penny muttered. Wasn't this all happening too fast, she thought, again feeling a distinct rumbling in her pussy, feeling the juices renewing their persistent flowing.
She sat down next to him. She felt their thighs brush together momentarily and her spine began to tingle. The boy made no effort to move away and she was terribly conscious of his nearness.
They exchanged names. "Mine's Robby," the boy said, "Robert F. Breining, being formal. Kids at school call me Robby."
Penny told him her name, leaving off the "Mrs." and they shook hands. "Glad to know you, Penny," he said, and the sound of her name from his lips thrilled her. Her heart kept pumping and she could feel beads of perspiration forming in the deep cleavage between her ripe breasts. God, what was going on? she wondered, listening to him explain where he lived and what he liked best in school.
"Are you married?" he interrupted himself.
Penny began to lie, but changed her mind immediately. "I was, but I'm not any more. I'm divorced." Then, throwing all caution away, she told him about Jeffry. She decided she might as well; she hated lying and insincerity. She recited to Robby that her young son was away with his father for the summer, and would probably be away until the Christmas vacation, which he would spend with her here in the city, at Gramercy Park. He would then return to his father until the completion of the school year, when he would come back to live with his mother for the next year.
"I wish I had that kind of arrangement. I have to stay with my father all of the time! And he's a goddamned tyrant, he is. I don't like him at all, either as a father or as a man."
Penny pondered this. She'd scarcely been listening, so preoccupied was she with his closeness, the feel of his strong thigh against hers, the odor of his hair tonic, and the hypnotizing sound of his voice. When he told her he was nearly fifteen, she could have fainted. Here she had been telling herself that he was at least sixteen and not "jailbait," the crude term used for a youth for whom an older adult felt infatuated. Imagine her, a thirty-year-old divorced woman being bemused and sexually aroused by a fourteen-year-old? Her own Jeffry was only three-and-a-half years younger.
Robby lit another cigarette and then offered one to her. She took it and asked about her cigarette holder.
"I do miss it," she said softly, trying to keep from shivering, "but I'll pick it up tomorrow sometime, I guess." He offered to run back and get it for her right then, but she reached out and held his wrist, telling him he was not to bother, and the touch of his flesh against her hand sent fire to her fingers.
She could hear her heart thumping. "Do you have a girl friend?" Penny asked, trying to keep her nervousness from her quavering voice. Christ, she was beginning to feel like a young silly virgin with her first serious boyfriend.
"Nope. Can't stand girls my own age. They bore me. Always giggling, carrying on silly-like. I don't get along with them."
"You like older girls?" How did she dare ask?
"Oh, so-so, I guess. I'm not really experienced at all," he went on seriously, honestly. "I'm still a virgin."
"Well, I should hope so," Penny exclaimed. "You're only fourteen!"
"Yeah, I know, but most of my pals are almost not virgins. You see, they go with girls and play around and there's a status thing about it up at school. The girls are cheap."
Penny felt a tremendous shudder knife through her crotch. She wondered if pussies could catch fire, why smoke wasn't rising into the air from her flaming crotch.
"Well, there's plenty of time, I suppose."
"Yes, I suppose there is, Penny," he said, a kind of induced resignation in his youthful voice.
"Well, don't sound so sad."
"I'm not sad."
"You sounded a bit sad."
"No. Hell no. I'm not sad about that. Hell no. I can wait. To tell the truth, girls don't even excite me. I'm beginning to think there's something wrong with me, Penny, really. Maybe I'm sterile or something, huh?"
Oh, seduction! Penny was thinking now. How do they do it?
"Do you confide in everyone, strangers, like this, Robby?" she asked. Truthfully, she was beginning to feel a weird empathy for the boy. They were talking together like friends of equal age, no disparity between them.
"No. But to tell the truth, I feel kind of comfortable sitting alone here with you, smoking like this. I liked that you didn't warn me about cancer or like that. I feel kind of good with you. Usually I'm scared of older women but not with you."
"That's a sweet compliment, Robby," Penny said, and then she lapsed into silence, her brain racing. Should she leave now that her cigarette was finished, have another, plan to meet him to buy a newspaper at the bar tomorrow evening? What should she do? She was stymied.
"Don't you have to be home at a certain time, Robby? It's getting late." The church chimes in the near distance tolled the hour of eleven.
"No. Hell, no. The old man's away for the week. He flew off just after he told me what a good-for-nothing leech I was. He'll be back Friday night. That's not unusual. But what pisses me off, excuse me, is that he was so mad he didn't leave me any allowance, told me to go out and earn my spending money. Everything else's provided for, you see. Fridge full and that large apartment all to myself. No dog to walk, no cat to feed, just me and all that damned loneliness except for the TV and I'm already sick of re-runs and the news doesn't interest me."
"What about reading?" she offered helpfully. She turned and faced him, her eyes caressing his handsome face. She loved his deep brown eyes, his perfect nose, and especially his sensual mouth.
"I get enough of that in school. I like it, but I'm too nervous now to read."
"How about games, sports, that sort of thing?" She felt her body melting now. The spasms reaming up inside her pussy were chaotic and almost unbearable. She felt as if her breasts were going to burst, they were so full and tight.
"Naw, maybe Monopoly or something like that, maybe. I'm not much for sports. I'm going to be a scientist like my old man, and sports take up too much time. But I do like Monopoly, I don't know just why. That's funny, huh?"
Penny laughed. "I like it too." This was true. She had played hundreds of games with Jeffry before he went off with his father.
"We could play sometime," she said. "Have a set?"
"No. Sorry, I don't." He smiled at her and she could have fallen into his mouth. When he licked his lips with the tip of his tongue she became completely rattled, the wild shivers shooting all over her body, her pussy twinging and a sudden anguish woofing over her. She even considered actually raping him then and there and fleeing. She kept swallowing uncontrollably, her voice caught in her throat.
"Well ... well, Robby," she said slowly, spacing each word to guarantee that it would issue from her trembling lips. "I have a set. It's kind of used. The money's not crisp, but ... "
"When do you want to play, Penny?" he asked enthusiastically.
"Is it too late for a game tonight?" How she managed to blurt this out, she'd never understand. A bolt from the heavens, from the Gods that hover over lonely divorcees sitting on private park benches with good-looking fourteen-year-old boys with strong, magnificent bodies must have zapped down and singled her out for the strike.
He stood up. He took her hands and pulled her up. "Hell, no. Let's go. You said you had a set at home, right?"
"Right ... " she stuttered.
"Well, let's go then, okay?"
"But don't you think it's a bit late?"
"Not for me, if it's not for you!"
Her knees were literally shaking. "It's not too late Robby," she said, and led the way out of the park to the building in which she lived.
Chapter 3
AT THE ENTRANCE TO HER BUILDING, THE REality of what she was doing struck her. What would Charlie the doorman think when he saw her entering at this hour in the company of a young boy? There was no question that Robby had a very young face, his strong, masculine, grownup body notwithstanding. But she need not have worried because they entered the self-service elevator and climbed to the top floor unseen, Penny deep in thought and Robby starting to analyze the situation for the first time.
"Here we are," said Penny, smiling through her teeth, unable to halt a feeling of silly helplessness ... as if she were happily leading the way to her own execution. "Down this hallway," she added. "It's not too far," she heard her voice explain. Why was she apologizing? Why?
The overwhelming joy she had felt in the park now seemed to be curdling in her stomach. A creeping fear was replacing it. A fear of being caught? A fear that Robby might reject her? It was definitely a fear but she couldn't define it.
Once inside her apartment, Robby following her into the luxurious living room, she felt a degree of safety. Her heart began to flutter once more and her pussy seemed grateful, like a young child returned to familiar surroundings. She noticed it had stopped bleating when they entered the building and came up in the elevator, and now it was weeping with a kind of joy.
She turned on the lamp by the couch. Then she crossed the wide, carpeted room to a chest from which she took the box containing the Monopoly set. "Here it is, Robby," she said. "Be a good boy and set it up for us. I have to go to the bathroom." She stood before him as he took the set from her hands. They stared into each other's eyes. A magic seemed to possess the moment. She realized that she was only an inch or so taller than he, and that they had identical complexions. Even their noses were similar.
This moment of closeness here in her own home lasted longer than it should have, she was thinking as she sat on the toilet and peed. She examined her panties and was aghast to see how sopping wet the crotch was. The seams were lightly caked with drying pussy cream. She wondered if she hadn't had several muffled orgasms, not noticing their explosions because of her wild excitement and insane anticipations. She put the panties on the hamper after kicking them off. Still on the toilet, she bent over and unsnapped her new desert boots and took these off. Now she was barefoot. Wiping her pussy gently with tissue, she flushed the toilet. In the mirror she inspected her face and her hair. She ran a brush through her hair and touched up her eyeliner.
She smiled at her reflection. God, she thought, sometimes, Penny, you can look really beautiful, can't you? She winked at herself and then thought for a second. No, why should she put on a pair of fresh panties? No need, really, how would he ever know? Well, she smiled to herself, maybe I can let him know somehow, like be careless with my skirt, or bend over, or ... well, she'd think of something ... something. She liked the way her ripe breasts swelled out under her sweater. She adored her stiff nipples and pinched each one, watching her fingers. She opened her sweater three buttons down, exposing her mysterious cleavage. This he definitely had to see, and she knew it would attract him, because she'd noticed him staring interestedly at her breasts in the bar when he waited for her to find change for the newspaper ...
Robby was quite impressed with the living room decor. It was lovely; tall windows, clean white curtains, huge earthenware pots with small tropical trees growing, a silver trellis with a creeping vine, even freshly cut flowers in a vase. One wall contained nothing but books. There was a fireplace with rough logs resting on either side. He examined a photograph of her son on the mantle. Nice-looking boy, Robby decided. Looks like his mother. And this was when the thing struck him!
Boy, was he dumb! What was he doing in the apartment of a divorced woman with a son? He wasn't a man yet. Far from it! He was just a boy. Christ, he couldn't be much older than her own son. And geeze, it was late. But no. Hell, no. He wasn't scared of her. What could she do to him? Tell his father? Hell, she didn't seem to be the type who'd do a thing like that. And so what if she did? She'd be getting herself in trouble. What woman, divorced or not, would take a fourteen-year-old home with her ... without having some kind of intentions ... some kind. He chased the thoughts from his mind as he heard her coming from the bathroom down the hall where the bedrooms must be.
"It's all ready, Penny," he said. "Gosh. Geesus! you look pretty!"
"Thank you, Robby," She shook her head and her long hair bounced luxuriantly on her shoulders. She saw his eyes dart to the milky white flesh revealed by the open sweater.
She was extremely conscious of the sensual motions of her large breasts, and of the protruding nipples that seemed to be growing stiffer although the demanding pressure inside her breasts had diminished slightly.
Passing by him, sitting on the wide leather couch, she paused. "I'm going to get me some sherry, you allowed to drink wine, Robby?"
"I'm allowed to take poison!"
Penny laughed. In the modern, gleaming kitchen that Clara, the daily, live-out maid kept sparkling, she produced an expensive bottle of imported sherry. She placed this with two shining wine glasses on a tray along with the Italian corkscrew. Deciding all was ready, she paused. She lifted up her miniskirt and felt her hairy pussy. She was creaming up all over again. In the bathroom she had used her panties to mop her thighs, and now her pussy was weeping all over again. Bringing her fingertips to her nose, she smelled the delicate perfume she had squirted on her thighs with the atomizer in the bathroom. She smiled, knowing she smelled like heaven itself, or if not that, a field of wild flowers.
Well, she thought, the worst her little pussy could do was to wet her skirt, and since the brief mini was dark, the juice seeping out of her pussy wouldn't show. Into the living room she went, still trembling slightly, but brave.
She placed the tray on the long coffee table facing the couch. This coffee table, Robby had noted, was the longest and widest he'd ever seen. The Monopoly set sitting in the center of it looked lost. Each of the four legs was buried into a round, ball-like glass caster and he was surprised how easily and effortlessly the table could be moved. He laughed. With an air mattress on it, someone could use it as a bed, that's how wide and long it was.
"What Jeff and I usually do, Robby, when we play is this." She pressed a button and the long, wide leather couch became sectional, the ends moving easily around and shortening the space. Two massive leather cushions now made backrests. The extra pillow in the center of the couch formed a table.
"That's neat!" Robby exclaimed. "Really!" He'd never seen such a contraption.
"It cost a lot," Penny admitted, "but it's worth it. See, you can lie down, sit up, stretch out, and if you need to put your feet on the floor, you just slip around and do it."
As Penny demonstrated the use of the couch in this new position, her short skirt flying up, her breasts jiggling under her open sweater, Robby's heart started pounding and he felt a gnawing in his penis, a strange flood of excitement vaguely familiar to him from forbidden masturbation. He was sure he'd seen her dark pussy, and he loved her swollen breasts. When she'd leaned forward to place one of the black leather cushions against the backrest, one of her breasts almost leaped out of the sweater. He had caught his breath. Then when she bent over to lift up the Monopoly set and place it in the center of the couch, he saw the unmistakable curve of her naked buttocks. There was no doubt of it J He thought that if she was wearing panties, they must be very brief and very black. Thrill after thrill surged over him like waves over a rock on the shore, keen piercing thrills that caused him to swallow deeply and blink he eyes.
While Robby counted out the play money, referring to the instructions printed on the inside of the box lid, Penny opened the wine. Wordlessly, Robby reached over and poured a sample into his glass, and then testing it, smiled, and professionally, adult-like, filled her glass, and then his. She raised hers in a toast.
"Robby, I believe we're going to be friends, so here's to us, to our new friendship!"
"You are very kind," he said softly, and he meant it. He couldn't remember any adult treating him this way. He felt extremely at ease with her. He liked her. He liked how she smelled, how she dressed, how she laughed, a tinkle-bell kind of laugh. She had giggled once and he liked this too. He liked the way she offered him a cigarette from the Chinese box on the end table; the way she handed him the lighter to light hers first and then his own.
"Okay if I kick off my shoes?"
"By all means," Penny answered, squirming around on the couch, wine glass in one hand, cigarette in the other. She tucked her legs under, conscious that all he had to do was open his eyes, lower them a moment, and any doubt he might have about panties or no panties would be erased.
Behaving as casually as possible, she shook the dice to determine who should go first. She heard him sigh, and her eyes flew to his crotch. She could have sworn she saw his penis throb. Pretending to stare at the board, checking his supply of paper money, her eyes saw the outline of his penis lengthening. She saw the head enlarging. She saw him shift his buttocks, and when she raised her eyes to his, she saw him staring up her flared skirt, his tongue wetting the corners of his mouth and his deep dark eyes riveted to her shadowy, hairy nest so casually and naturally displayed for his gratification.
During the first fifteen minutes of the game, Penny's restlessness increased. So did his. He was constantly shifting his position, legs out, feet on the floor, legs crossed, up on his knees, and finally leaning back with his stockinged feet up on either side of the playing board. She could see that his penis was rock hard now, pressed up tightly against his belly, almost reaching to his belt, round and thick and long. How the sight of it excited her! Several times she made the pretense of fixing her skirt, but then she'd move, either to flick an ash from her cigarette or to reach the wine glass on the coffee table, each motion ruffling her short skirt, exposing her milky white thighs all the way up to her dark, mossy pussy which was now weeping profusely. She could feel her creamy juices flowing, wetting the inside of her thighs. She could feel her tight little asshole was wet. Her pulse was beating rapidly, the buttonholes on her cashmere sweater were straining from the intense pressure of her breasts becoming more and more swollen.
How long could this awful teasing go on? She wondered! He must be conscious that something dreadfully exciting was happening! Several times she saw him guarding his penis with one hand while he touched it or changed its position with the other. She could feel droplets of perspiration running down between her magnificent breasts, under her skirt at the small of her back, sweat beads forming in the delicious valley between her buttocks.
Robby seemed in a daze. He looked up. His eyes were smoldering. He had to clear his voice before he spoke.
"Penny ... Penny, could I ask you to close your eyes for a second, huh? I have to get up and go to the bathroom."
"Well, why should I close my eyes, Robby?" she asked softly.
"Oh, don't ask me. Because ... just because," he said, seeming both embarrassed and annoyed that she should ask in so soothing and so sexy a voice.
"I'll close my eyes, Robby, if that's what you want."
He knew she understood. How could he get up with his immense erection sticking out so obscenely? He had fought to keep it down, thinking of trash cans, horses shitting, even dirty dishes-the sight of which had always revolted him-anything to get his prick back to normal. He had to piss so badly ...
Getting off the couch, his leg accidentally knocked down a row of fragile plastic houses and one hotel. He was exceedingly nervous. "Damnit, I'm sorry. I'm damned sorry, Penny!" he exclaimed, and with his back toward her, he stood and walked awkwardly in the direction of the bathroom.
Chapter 4
WHEN PENNY HEARD THE BATHROOM DOOR CLOSE and the toilet seat being lifted up, hitting the porcelain tank, she raised herself and hoisted her skirt so that her bare buttocks and her flaming pussy touched the refreshing coolness of the leather cushion. Crossing her legs Indian-style, she cupped her hairy vagina lovingly, rubbing the palm of her hand against her tingling pussy lips, feeling the frothy juices wet her hand. She maneuvered two fingers deep up her pussy and wiggled the tips, feeling the rich cream oozing from deep inside. She moved her fingers rapidly, her head thrown back, her eyes flickering as the immense pleasure of her fingers, coupled with the memory of exposing her hot cavern and the sight of the boy's throbbing prick, made her melting pussy fume with wanton lust.
With her other hand she tantalized her erect clitoris. She thumbed and fingered it. She pinched it harshly and convulsed as the fiery clitoris began to sizzle and burn hotly, maddening thrills chasing all over her trembling body, her nipples stinging and her swollen breasts aching from the delightful anguish she was suffering, anticipating the boy in bed, the naked boy on the floor in front of her, perhaps his lips and his mouth making love to her pounding cunt, as once a stranger had done to her at an island party when she was more than drunk.
Her fingers raced in and out of her expanded cunt, dancing and then lingering, lingering and then beginning to jab and to stab deeply, in and out, the noise of her juicy pussy wildly exciting. She heard her own moaning and felt the blood rushing to her head, making her feel weak, her thighs aching as she jostled her fingers, inserting yet another, now three fingers sinking up deep into her gurgling cavity.
Her pussy was drenched! As it swallowed her fingers, she let her thoughts drift, one ear cocked for the sound of the bathroom door opening. More than two years had passed since she'd had proper intercourse, a good fuck. Two stupid, fallow years with Georg, who never had the time. Always too tired, always too drunk and unable to admit it. And if she tried to play with herself and he discovered it, she'd suffer a ferocious word-whipping from her husband, invariably followed by half-hearted attempts on his part to reconcile his lack of attention or to rationalize it, submitting faulty excuses, lame, weak excuses that became so monotonous she could almost anticipate his every word.
Desperate, she had tried an affair with one of Georg's business acquaintances, but this had been a complete fiasco. Georg had found out and the punishment he inflicted on her had been terrifying. He had even blackened her eye. He had punched her breasts and kicked her shins after he'd knocked her down on the floor of the family room in the house they'd rented out on the island that summer.
She had left him maybe eleven times during the marriage, disgusted, listless, and then electrified by the hope of a reconciliation that lasted only as long as her husband remained sober. One martini and the whole new plan was blown to smithereens.
Where was the tenderness she yearned for? The love, the deep, abiding affection she'd contracted for in the marriage everyone thought was made in heaven. Oh, if they only knew! If they only knew the true facts! She was a starving, sex-deprived female, remarkably pretty, with an excellent figure-large, voluptuous breasts with perfect nipples, a soft but firm belly undamaged by the birth of her son, not a spot of dry flesh or a single stretch mark or blemish anywhere on her lovely, healthy body.
... But it was literally starving. She took excellent care of it, but it was starving. She dressed it in expensive garments, always in the height of fashion, yet conservative; always sexy, but moderate; sometimes almost indecent, but always this side of being obscene or vulgar. Yes, her body was starving for male flesh to be close to it, to feed it, to satisfy its insatiable hunger. Her excellent mind was also starving, hungry for information, but she had no ambition. She had no goals ... except to wait until Christmas when Jeff would be home. She had nowhere to go. The few people who she did know were going their own ways into their own chaos of separation and eventual divorce and the hoped-for happiness that seldom, if ever, smiled upon them ... just as it had failed, until tonight, to smile upon her.
She heard the bathroom door open and quickly she sat up properly, her skirt still high, exposing her thighs to mid-length, but her pussy, seeping and oozing, safely hidden by her hand in her lap. She could feel her stiff clitoris through the folds of her skirt. As Robby approached her, smiling, she gave her clitoris one last pinch, squealed with joy, and smiled up at him tenderly.
"What was all that about, the moaning, Penny? Were you humming your favorite funeral dirge?" He was completely recovered, she saw, somehow seeming more proud of himself than he had been. She wondered if he had masturbated in the toilet. She had once caught Jeff doing this and had said nothing.
"No, I was just moaning, thinking about how you might beat me, Robby. You know you're way ahead already. I put back the houses."
"I see," he responded, helping himself to another glass of sherry. He looked at her seriously. "I don't feel like playing anymore right now, Penny. Do you feel like talking? I do."
"Sure, Robby. Let's talk."
"This wine's making me warm; do you mind if I take off my shirt, or just open it?"
She caught her breath. She hadn't anticipated this. She felt a violent surging in her vagina, and she let her fingertip graze over her clitoris, feeling the squeal on her lips but suppressing it.
"Sure ... oh, sure ... Take it off altogether, if you wish. I don't mind. I'm used to boys without their shirts on."
"And I guess without their pants on too, huh?" he joked.
"I guess so ... without their pants on too," she repeated, a withering thrill cascading from her brain to the tip of her naked, pretty toes.
"But I'll keep on my pants, okay?" There was a definite change in the tone of his voice. He sounded more superior, sure of himself, she thought. Maybe even a little cocky.
"Okay, Robby, keep your pants on." Then she laughed. She guessed what he meant. Her panties! Of course! He had seen them on the wicker hamper in the bathroom. He had probably examined them and thought she had some horrible disease because the crotch was so wet from her creamy discharge. That must be it!
"You're teasing me because you know I don't have any on, right?"
He flushed. This was the first time she had seen him blush, the blood racing to his face. He looked away. He was definitely embarrassed. He kept his eyes averted as he unbuttoned his shirt and slipped out of it. He folded it neatly and placed it on the back of the couch.
"Maybe so," he answered, clearing his throat. "Maybe so." He was silent. He drank almost half of the wine, and reaching for the bottle, filled her glass and then his own.
He raised his glass. His eyes were gleaming but she could tell he had strong control of his emotions. "Here's to the South of France where the girls don't wear no pants!" He laughed and drank the entire glass of wine in one huge gulp.
"Robby! Robby, you shouldn't drink so fast. You'll be getting drunk or tipsy at least and then what will I do with you, huh?"
He pretended to be drunk acting the role, which amused her. He was very funny and convincing, weaving and making gibberish sounds as he raised and lowered one hand and fumbled on purpose, as he reached for the bottle.
"Then," he said, slurring his words, smiling, wobbling his head, "then you'll have to undress me and put me to bed."
"Oh, Robby, you're funny," she said, laughing at his exaggerated, drunken mannerisms. But his meaning was clear. And so, apparently, was hers.
"Do you like drunks, Penny?" he asked, giggling. He carefully lifted the Monopoly board and placed it on the coffee table. Then he took the cushion table and put it on the floor next to the couch.
"I adore them, especially when they're little like you."
"I'm not so little," he said soberly. "I'm a big boy now and I'm going to be bigger yet, get married, have brats, make lots of money, play around with blondes in bikinis, and play the market like my father, and be a high-paid scientist, and fly to the moon and die up there all alone. How's that, Penny?"
"I like everything except your dying alone up on the cold moon."
She swallowed her wine and he followed suit. This time she filled the glasses. He slipped off the couch and sat on the cushion on the floor, close to her bare feet.
"I like you, Penny," he sighed. "I like you without your pants on. Do you think you'd like me without my pants on?"
"Yes. Yes, I do, Robby. I think I would like you ... very much." Her voice sounded so serious, even to herself, that she felt astonishment. The quickening in her pussy became more, much more intense than it had been. She was breathing with quick, short breaths as he looked up at her. He reached for her bare toes and began to touch and caress them as a profound silence settled in the huge room. Penny could hear the loud ticking of the grandfather clock in the foyer. The last time she'd heard it toll, the hour was twelve-thirty.
He was tickling her toes now. Tenderly he bent his head and brushed his lips across them.
"Oh, my toes aren't clean, Robby. Don't you do that."
"They're clean for me, Penny," he said softly, and Penny could suddenly visualize him as a grown lover sitting at her naked feet, stroking her ankles as he was doing now, his fingers caressing and fondling her toes, both her naked feet now in his two hands.
"Would you die on the moon with me, Penny?" his deep brown eyes were beaming into hers. She felt her body trembling as his fingers climbed higher up her leg, to her knees now, massaging and squeezing, his fingertips teasing and tickling her flesh.
"Yes. I would, Robby. I would."
She would never be able to explain her next movement. A terrifying tenderness welled up in her. She felt her eyes moistening, her heart skipping beats. She reached for his head with both hands. He inched closer to her. His hands were now above her knees, kneading the warm, milky white of her lower thighs. She could feel her pussy lips parting, her rich cream oozing as he let his fingers climb ... higher and higher.
She drew his head closer. She bent over and kissed his hair, then turning his head gently, she kissed his ears, wetting them with the tip of her delicate pink tongue. Then she bent his head back and kissed him fully on the mouth. She felt the tip of his tongue against her open lips, the warmth of his breath, the aroma of the sherry, the wetness of his tongue as it slowly, ever so slowly slipped between her lips and touched her own tongue.
"Oh, Robby!" she sighed. "What are we going? What are we doing?"
"We're going to the moon to die together," he said.
"Oh, Robby! Robby! My little darling. Robby!" She was crying, wet tears dribbling down her cheeks, her body shivering as she felt his fingers slowly but inevitably approaching the pussy hair on either side of her pulsating vagina. How wet she was! She was flooding now and when she first felt one finger touch her slippery pussy lips she convulsed and gripped his head tight, kissing his face madly, her tongue slashing and swirling in and out of his mouth, his tongue colliding with hers in long, sucking, wet kisses.
Lowering his head, with her hands still holding it, he slowly parted the insides of her warm thighs. She let him. She let him spread her thighs wide open. She let him raise her skirt up to her waist. She helped him. He looked up into her eyes. His were solemn. He looked unreal to her. She felt his lips on the inside of her thighs. She threw her head back, her hands still on his head, now on the sides of his face, feeling his head inch up higher and higher until at last she felt his hot breath on her pussy hair.
Then she felt the tip of his tongue exploring, parting the damp hairs, exposing the glistening inner lips of her pouting cunt. "Oh, Robby!! ROBBY!!" she screamed, as he sank his tongue into her marvelous, perfumed wetness ...
Chapter 5
AS THOUGH THE DEVIL HIMSELF HAD SEIZED HER, she writhed on the leather couch, her voice yelling, then whimpering, then muttering, and then squealing, squealing with ecstasy as he tongued and buried his mouth into her gushy, slippery vagina.
Using his fingers he would spread her pussy lips wide open and then let his tongue spear deep into the honey-filled hole, sucking and licking up her creamy flow, his teeth sometimes nibbling and sometimes chewing on her vibrating flesh, with her hands gripping his head in a vise of steel when he'd take her clitoris first between his lips and then between his teeth, bearing down on it, moving from side to side, then again plunging his tongue up as far as it could go, wiggling and jabbing it rapidly.
A roaring fire, out of control, was ravishing Penny's body, her heavy breasts throbbing and aching, his tongue gliding smoothly in and then pulling out, causing her to buck back at him, thrusting her pussy at him, frantically pulling his head closer to her bursting cunt.
She wouldn't give him time to catch his breath. She wanted his head inside of her vagina. Her moans and squeals changed to grunts of pure animal satisfaction when he'd squeeze her pussy lips while his tongue ferreted up and in and down and out, then raced over her inner thighs, Penny's legs were now raised, now one knee lowered, now clamped tightly around Robby's ears, squeezing and grunting and heaving and crying out when he'd change the pace of his violent sucking and merely lap at her clitoris.
Her body was a raging fire, out of control! Hardly knowing what she was doing, she ripped off her cashmere sweater. Her breasts were inflamed. Her nipples were bulging with passion. She pinched them mercilessly, pinching and squeezing them, mashing her naked breasts together, her head flopping from side to side, her mouth opening and closing, her tongue whipping, drops of saliva forming in the corners of her foaming mouth.
As for Robby, he was wild with terror! A kind of terror he hadn't known existed. He loved the taste of her pussy. He loved the slippery feel of her pussy lips on the tip of his tongue. He loved the delicious fragrance of her pussy as he buried his face time and again, rubbing her hot creamy juices all over his face, using his nose to rub hard and then sticking his tongue all the way out, straining it into her gaping hole, loving her screams, learning how to make her grunt and then moan and whisper, "Oh, Robby ... ohooooo ... Robby, ohooooo, darling. Put it in deep ... yesssssss. Oh, darling, I love this. You know I love what you're doing. Oh, darling boy! I love you! Keep sucking me. Put your tongue ... yesssss, all the way ... wiggle it ... yesssss, like that! Now bite me there ... yessss. Bite me there! Harder! Yes, like that. Bite me. Oh, ROBBY!! BITE ME! BITE ME THERE! Yesssss ... ohooooooo, darling."
He had his arms around her naked body. Looking up he could see her face contorted with passion, her eyes fluttering open and closed, her teeth biting her lips when he'd nuzzle her clitoris with his nose, feeling his nostrils getting clogged up and then blowing air out of his nose and making his lips flutter by making a razzberry series of sounds, Penny squirming wildly, madly, her fingers squeezing his cheeks, once her fingers gripping his slippery tongue, playing with his whole tongue as he glided it deep up into her and then pulled out, liking the sensation of her fingers holding his slippery tongue, then pinching it as if to make sure it was real, and then arching her back and raising up off the black cushion to thrust and thrust, bucking at him. His hands on her naked buttocks pressed and his fingers squeezed her resilient flesh. He kneaded her buttocks and the outsides of her thighs, drawing her closer and closer, then pushing her back and staring at her open, gaping pussy, diving into it and mashing his face in her wonderful wetness.
Robby couldn't believe this was happening to him. He knew he couldn't get enough of this. He had no worries now. She would never tell on him. He was making her very happy. She would never rat. She loved what he was doing for her. She was wiggling like a worm on a hook. And he loved making her happy. His heart was pumping wildly and his prick was steaming hot inside his pants. He wished he had his pants off ... but maybe that would be going too far. But he wished it.
He kept sucking and slurping inside her lips, and her juices increased. He wondered if he could drown doing this, his nose all blocked up with her tasty cream, his mouth full of it, drinking it, feeling it cover his face, blind his eyes and coat his chin. Oh, this was absolutely wild. It was impossibly wild!!
Then something weird started to happen to Penny Luckner. What was to be her first crushing orgasm, her very first-what she had thought were orgasms before notwithstanding-began to foment deep inside her being.
The first signal that something unusual was happening was a persistent, slightly annoying charley-horse sensation in her calves and ankles. This sensation gripped her and she shook her ankles violently, flexing them, but the curious pain wouldn't leave.
Then she felt as if her fingers were growing numb. She was squeezing Robby's cheeks hard, feeling his mouth as it worked furiously and tirelessly on her throbbing pussy, when she suddenly noted, one frantic passion following another, that the tips of her fingers seemed dead.
Then she felt as if she were suffering from acute indigestion. None of these sensations were sensual! When the small of her back began to ache and she couldn't understand the fierce burning sensation in her anus, a giant bolt of lightning struck and her entire body felt weightless! A strong ringing in her ears came next. Then her mouth felt terribly dry, her tongue thick inside it. Her eyes hurt. As she pinched her nipples hard while he bit on her clitoris and then began to finger fuck her sloppy wet pussy, the lightning bolt came again, and she felt extremely weak and dizzy.
Then she felt as if she were drowning. A thousand thoughts fled through her brain almost simultaneously. She broke into uncontrollable sobbing, deep wrenching sobs that wracked her whole body. She felt as if she had to piss and shit at the same time. The boy's tongue and mouth were working frantically, and when he would chew on her pounding flesh, bright lights would flash in her eyes.
And then, out of nowhere-nowhere! came the first seeping. It was like drawing a thread through your fingers when you're trying to thread it into the eye of a needle. The fire in her pussy seemed momentarily dampened, and then burst into wild, crazy flame! She felt electrified. Then a blast, so powerful she felt her inner self cringing, shook her like a weed in the wind and her breath left her. She was gulping for air, breathing in deeply, sucking air into her burning lungs.
She screamed! Her body leaped up as if it had been shocked with an electrode! She thrust so forcefully that her weight almost knocked Robby backward. She reached for his head and pulled it between her thighs, his face against her pussy. The numbness in her fingers vanished; now they itched terribly. She farted. She couldn't help it. Her body began to shiver and tremble and the seething sensations became more and more intense! So intense in fact that she felt she would faint. She felt like laughing and crying, she felt like spitting, so full was her mouth with saliva.
And then, it was all over.
She fell back against the couch. Robby, who had been on his knees, his face coated with saliva and pussy juice, sat back and stared at her unbelievingly. She was moaning and talking to herself. She lay like a wet rag. Her beautiful breasts were heaving as if she'd run a race. Her nipples looked red and raw. Her pussy was dribbling. Her hairs were all matted and soaking wet. She looked like a limp doll to him.
Her eyes opened slowly. He saw her pupils were dilated. A soft, baby smile came to her open lips. She licked them with her tongue. Then she raised one hand and brushed her long hair away from her face.
"Oh, darling. My darling, Robby," she sighed, not moving, her arms now at her sides, her legs still spread wide, her pussy still oozing cream. The black cushion was sleek with wetness.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes. I'm all right. I think I am. I don't know what happened to me ... but I'm all right, I guess."
"I hope so. You had me worried."
"I did?" She sat up a little with a bright smile on her face. "You were worried about me, Robby?"
"Yes."
"Oh, thank you. Thank you, Robby, for worrying."
He managed a little smile. She saw that he really was concerned. "Come up here with me, Robby. I want you to hold me. I want to hold you ... in my arms. I want to kiss you for loving me. I want you close to me now, darling."
Robby's young heart buckled; it almost split in half. He wanted to cry. This kind of tenderness was unknown to him. No one he could ever remember had spoken this gently to him. No one!
He sat down close to her. She folded him in her naked arms. In the throes of lovemaking she must have taken off her sweater. He couldn't remember.
She kissed his perspiring brow. She kissed his closed eyes. He put his arms around her and held tightly. She was still breathing rapidly, and he could feel her heart beating against his naked chest. He could feel the rich fullness of her damp breasts against his skin.
She kissed his ears, and then, holding his face in her hands, she kissed his mouth. She could smell her own perfume on his burning face. She licked his lips and tasted her juices. Then she licked all over his face, even inserted the tip of her tongue up his nostrils. Then forced his lips apart with her tongue and licked his teeth, again tasting her own come. She stuck her tongue deep into his mouth and his tongue touched it. She sucked on his tongue while her hands caressed his naked shoulders and his face.
She kept murmuring that she loved him that he was so precious to her. She thanked him again and again for taking her to the moon with him, and he began to laugh each time she said it, kissing him gently, her hands up and down his arms and across his chest and touching his ears tenderly and then examining his face as he lay peacefully in her naked arms, one elbow resting on her glorious breasts.
"Did you have a good time, Robby?" she asked tentatively.
He had his eyes closed and was silent. Then he smiled. "Yes. Penny ... I did. I don't know what came over me ... but I did have a good time."
"Do you feel guilty about it, Robby?"
"No. I don't guess I do. Do you?"
"No. No."
"Do you want to sleep in bed with me tonight, Robby?"
He looked up into her eyes and she kissed his nose. "I was going to ask you if I could, Penny. I can?" he asked, his voice as innocent as a baby's, wanting affirmation.
"Yes ... darling, Robby. Yes. I want you to. I want you to stay with me tonight."
Chapter 6
ROBBY BREINING WANTED TO TAKE A SHOWER, and Mrs. Penelope Luckner put fresh towels on the toilet seat.
"Try not to be too long, Robby," she said, kissing his shoulders as she closed the door behind him. She waited to see if he would lock it; he didn't. In the living room she looked down at the couch, the scene of her first happiness in years. She felt warm all over, like a young girl. She was still slightly dizzy from the indescribably pleasurable and painful orgasm. Wracking her brain, she couldn't even remember reading that the secondary effects of orgasm in the female were not always sensually pleasant, but on the contrary, painful. She wondered if something was wrong with her physical condition, and then she blanked out these thoughts. Since the divorce she'd been having all kinds of aches and pains, real and imaginary. But successive medical checkups revealed nothing, the guarded prognosis always being the same: psychosomatic.
Her whole body shuddered when she visualized herself slung back in the couch, her thighs spread, her pussy bare and so hungry, Robby on his knees, his upper body naked and his darling face buried between her thrashing legs. She touched her pussy and it was sore, especially her clitoris. How terribly excited she'd been when he first found it with his tongue, and then realizing how sensitive it was, nibbling at it and then, finally, at her urging, biting it.
She was amazed he knew so much about making love. Where had he learned it? The whole act of sucking and licking in the right places, alternating to her inner thighs to let her cunt cool off, and then returning at the right time, his magic mouth sending volcanic tremors through her body, seemed so natural to him. And if she was his very first woman, that is, the first to expose her naked pussy to him, then Robby was phenomenal indeed! He knew exactly what to do, how to please and excite, right down to his fingertips, so eager and strong and agile.
She sighed deeply as she returned the mechanized couch to its original position. She put the Monopoly game back in the chest, and then took the tray with the half-empty bottle and the glasses into her bedroom. She stripped off the quilt. She noticed that Clara had changed the bedding, and the sight of the freshly ironed sheets pleased her. She would do something nice for Clara.
"In here, Robby," she called out when she heard him leave the bathroom. Hearing his bare feet on the rug, she felt a renewed throbbing inside her vagina. She cupped her heavy breasts and massaged them, stimulating her nipples. She dropped her hands when he appeared in the doorway, a towel around his waist. "Why don't you have a glass of wine and a cigarette while I bathe, Robby," she said smilingly.
He came closer to her nakedness and they put their bare arms around' each other, Robby hugging her close and kissing her chin. Her hands roamed over his damp back, her fingers touching the wetness of his hair. The touch of his naked chest against her luscious breasts caused her delicate pink nipples to erect and she embraced him tightly. When she felt the slight pressure of his penis against her thigh, she almost fell apart.
"Oh, Robby, you're a wretch! I must bathe and then we must get some sleep." She knew there would be little sleeping on her part. Her excitement and anticipation of being nude in her bed with him was driving her insane with joy. Although she'd been up since eight that morning, she wasn't at all fatigued. Laughing, she escaped from his embrace and skipped down the corridor to the bath, conscious of his eyes caressing her naked buttocks as they flashed out of sight.
In the bathroom she was impressed with Robby's neatness, the used towels folded neatly, the soap in its cup and not in the bottom of the tub where Jeffry always left it, probably having learned the habit from his careless father. His trousers were folded on top of his undershorts and his socks were on top of these. She felt soft and warm toward the young boy as she appreciated his respect for her and his obvious pride in being well-mannered.
Penny was in and out of the shower swiftly. Removing the shower cap, she brushed out her long hair, admiring its length and body in the full-length mirror. She removed what little makeup she wore, creamed her face, approved of its youthful appearance, and then atomized her body from head to toe with the delicious fragrance of another perfume, one she seldom used, but which always made her feel very sexy and desirable.
On the scale she weighed 115 pounds. She slipped her clean, healthy body into a lemon chiffon gown she seldom wore. It clung to her nudity, so sheer that every glorious detail of her body was revealed. She stepped into the toeless high-heeled slippers that did wonders for her curvy legs. Then, whistling under her breath, she walked down the corridor into the bedroom.
"How do you feel, Robby?" she asked, standing close to the bed, lighting a cigarette.
"My jaw's beginning to ache," he smiled up at her, his eyes wide at the sight of her swollen breasts shining and shimmering so lasciviously through the filmy material of the gown.
Penny laughed. "Oh, you poor thing. But it's no wonder, is it? I don't know how you managed to keep it up for so long!"
"Neither do I. But I couldn't stop. I loved doing it." He lowered his eyes. "That was my first time. Did I do it okay? I've heard a lot about it, and I wanted to try it. Did I do it all right, Penny?"
"Oh, my darling," she said, kneeling on the rug, kissing his face all over, letting him smell the perfume she did beautifully. I must tell you too, Robby, you are the first man ever to make me feel so good doing that ... sucking," she said, using the word, shuddering inwardly at first, but then liking the sound. "Sucking me," she repeated.
"You just called me a man," he grinned. "Did you mean that, Penny? You know, I'm not a man ... not yet. I'm still a boy."
"There's a lot of man in you already, Robby. A lot of man. Few men are as gentle and as knowing as you." She got up and sat on the edge of the bed. He snuggled over to her and arranged his head in her lap, looking up at her pretty face, one hand playing with her long hair.
"I'm happy to be here with you, Penny. I'm not lonely and I like how you trust me. Adults never trust children, do they?"
"I trust you, darling," she said, fondling his head and brushing his hair back from his dark eyes. She moved his head then slightly and opened the lemon gown so that now her thighs were naked and the dark curly hair covering her warm pussy was visible. He smiled and rested his cheek on her milky white flesh, his lips close to her fragrant-smelling pussy. He bent forward and brushed his lips across her triangle of hair and she felt a subtle spasm explode and then magnify in intensity as his warm breath on her lower belly made her naughty clitoris flicker.
She extinguished her cigarette. She sipped from his wine glass and then replaced it on the end table. She rested her hand on the sheet covering his thigh. He squirmed around and lay on his side as her hand caressed up and down his outer thigh, up to his shoulders, and then, reaching down inside the sheet, caressed his hairy armpit. She tickled him with her eager fingertips and he giggled, his mouth now touching her throbbing mound.
She parted her legs slightly and felt her tender pussy lips spread open. The torment of passion again swept over her body and she felt her pussy seeping as he started to kiss it more vigorously. "You smell so delicious," he commented, nuzzling his face again as she spread her legs open wider.
"Just lick gently this time, Robby. I'm a little irritated from your teeth, but it's all right. If you want, just lick softly. It makes me feel so wonderful. It almost makes me cry. Did you know that?"
He didn't answer. Carefully he slipped his tongue between her outer pussy lips, licking and caressing her pink flesh with the tip, then rubbing his lips on her wet inner pussy lips, then poking his tongue in gently, letting it linger while he tasted her and used his nose to inhale her delicious perfume.
Her hand, down under the sheet, was touching his bare belly now. She felt him open his legs slightly. Oh, he knew what she was after, what she was going to do. She was going to reach slowly for his penis and then she was going to play with it.
Penny felt her temperature rising when her fingers brushed accidentally across the head of his erect penis. She used the back of her hand and let the large tool rub against her knuckles, her fingers scratching his stomach and then trailing through his pubic hair. Robby began to moan slightly as he kept his tongue wiggling between her open, pouting pussy lips, his mouth half open and his hot breath flowing inside her narrow opening.
Then she couldn't wait a second more. She raised her hand, and spreading her fingers, lowered it slowly until she felt the heat of his penis and then she touched it and held it and then gripped it and then slid her fingers down to the base of his shaft, measuring it, her heart pumping, her fingers climbing once again, and the head of his prick held firmly in her palm; Robby lurched and squealed and began pumping like a maniac, his cock throbbing in her gripping fingers and then suddenly exploding white thick jets of semen spurting from his penis, wetting her fingers, drenching the palm of her hand as it jerked wildly ...
"Oh, ROBBY!" she screamed. "Oh, my Robby!!" She threw down the sheet to see. His penis was golden and spewing hot white cream all over her hand. She covered the head of it with her other hand and still the semen jetted from the hole in the tip of his beautiful penis, so hard and so hot in her hand, so strong and so man-like and still oozing as she now used both hands to massage it, her hands and fingers coated with his thick rich sperm.
"Just lie still, dear," she said, looking up at his tormented face, his eyes clamped shut, his body shivering, his prick still pumping and throbbing in her gentle hands.
Robby couldn't fathom what had happened, why it had happened so quickly. This wasn't his first orgasm, but the few others he'd worked himself into by masturbating against a satin-covered pillow, rubbing his penis until it spit, had been actually unsatisfying and the sensations he experienced afterward were frustrating.
It seemed to him that there had been no warning that he was going to shoot. It just happened. The feel of her warm hand and her tickling fingers, the closeness of her moist, sweet-smelling pussy to his lips and tongue, the idea that they were both naked, the memory of having sucked her on the couch, having looked up her skirt, having seen her lovely breasts, and the sensation of her lusting against his sucking mouth-all these crashed into one terrific image and that was when he bolted and his penis screamed and he came all over her gripping fingers.
Now he felt a relentless guilt overwhelming him. He wished he could vanish. He was blushing, he knew, and he was ashamed. He had never been more embarrassed!
Penny quickly fell into his arms and held him close. She kissed his lips and his cheeks. She almost sensed what he was feeling. "It's all right ... it's all right, baby ... it's all right. What happened was natural. Don't screw your face up that way. I tell you, it's all right, Robby. Ohoooooo, Robby, darling, it was beautiful!"
"I think I should go home, Penny," he murmured. "I think I should. I feel so bad."
"Oh, darling! Robby, listen, listen to me. It's natural. Your penis just did what it should do. Didn't I have an orgasm with your marvelous tongue? Didn't you suck me into coming? You did, you know, and that was beautiful too. It was very, very beautiful, Robby. Darling, believe me. Come now, relax your body and let me kiss you and let me touch your penis again and maybe we can make it hard again, even harder than it was and then you can come again and maybe even again, and you'll see, Robby, how sweet it is and how I love it, and how you'll love it too."
"Let me go to the bathroom and wash, please," he said, starting to get up.
"Oh, no, Robby." she said. "Just lie back and relax and I'll clean you, okay, darling? I'll clean you all up nicely."
A great shudder passed through his body and then he shook violently all over for a second. Penny pushed the sheet all the way down to his naked feet and then she bent over him, brushing her hair back. A small, happy grin on her pretty lips and she began to lick his thighs where his semen had fallen, and then his testicles, so gently, and finally she opened her mouth and let the strong, velvet head of his still-hard penis slip inside ...
Chapter 7
AFTER MORNING HAD DAWNED AND THE GRAND-father clock was sounding nine heavy golden chimes, Robby slowly opened his sleepy eyes. He could smell the appetizing aroma of broiling bacon. The odor of freshly brewed coffee filled the bedroom. He was alone, stretched out naked, the sheet down at the foot of the bed. He had a fantastic hard-on, as he did every waking morning. He rolled on his side, brushing his erect penis against the bed. He grabbed the pillow next to his and buried his face into it, smelling her wonderful perfume. Almost automatically he placed the pillow between his legs and began to rub his unusually long penis against the coolness of the pillow case. Then he remembered, and quickly replaced the pillow. He saw some of her long dark hairs on it and kissed them reverently. He started to think about last evening and how he'd fallen to sleep while she was mouthing his penis, but these thoughts were almost too precious, too secret to resurrect. He wanted to keep them, like a valuable treasure, all to himself, savoring each and every one of them, gently uncovering them as the days passed, worshipping them like little gods. He often did this with scenes from very special books he read, like making a date with himself to think about this or that when he would be alone, smoking in the park.
Oh, how lucky, how fantastically lucky he was, meeting Penny in the park! It was like out of a fairy tale. He still couldn't believe some of what had happened.
He sat up and touched his penis. He talked to it silently. "You know, pecker" -which was what he called it privately- "you've been inside a girl's mouth. Do you realize that, pecker? Inside, her tongue all over you, her lips kissing all of you from the top down to your balls ... even your own balls she kissed and licked, pecker." His penis throbbed, seeming to acknowledge this truth.
Then he flicked his index finger and thumb at the head of his penis. "Come on now, behave yourself, because I've got to piss. I can't piss with you hard like this, pecker." He flicked it again and again it seemed to understand, beginning to shrink back to normal size almost immediately.
As he went into the bathroom and closed the door, he heard the tinking sound of dishes and silverware. He first became conscious of the music when he raised the toilet seat and guided his penis toward the bowl. Sunlight was streaming through the stained glass window near the tub, lighting up the design in the shower curtain and falling into a large hexagonal shape on the thick green rug covering the tiled floor. The whole bathroom smelled like Penny. He saw the lemon colored gown she'd worn hanging on the back of the door. Her high-heeled slippers were near the scale.
Never in his life, as physically comfortable and unimpeding as it was, had he felt more at home than he did now. It almost seemed as if he belonged here! He turned and saw his trousers suspended from a pants hanger on a hook in the tiled wall. The shoes he had kicked off were on the floor. She had rinsed out his wash-and-wear undershorts. They were folded on top of his shoes.
He smiled at his reflection in the mirror. He was proud of his healthy, athletic body. He studied his penis and testicles and fondled them, grinning. God, he thought to himself, what a priceless time he had! His penis started to stiffen and he spoke to it. "Here now, pecker, as you were, at ease! Maybe you can have more fun later, maybe. I don't know. I really don't know, little pecker, what the girl's thinking about. And you know how girls are, pecker? Remember that one in back of the bus coming from the hockey game up at school? Remember her? She let me have a kiss and you jumped up and then she ran and sat with that other guy. And you got mad and started getting harder and harder and finally while I watched this jerk kissing her and playing with her titties, you spit all over. Remember that, pecker? So behave yourself!"
He weighed himself. As he stood on the scale, he saw a sheet of paper taped to the wall. The date and then her weight. He took the pencil and printed his initials and then his weight. He was just five neat pounds more than her 115. He dressed, went out, and walked into the living room. It was hard to believe that this was the scene of the wonderful crime! He wouldn't mind living here at all, was his thought when he heard Penny's voice behind him.
"Good morning!"
He turned from examining the books. "Hello. Good morning." Penny was fully dressed. She wore a soft yellow sweater, and he saw her nipples hard against the material. A pair of very short shorts clung to her buttocks and outlined her pussy mound so that he could see every curve of it. Several wispy, curly black hairs peeped out from the legs. Her pretty feet were bare.
"You sleep like a little baby, Robby. A kidnapper could take you away and you'd never know it."
"My father says I sleep like a water-soaked log."
"I like sleeping babies better, especially when they're as handsome as you are," she grinned, remembering how she'd sucked his penis until it was small and lovable inside her warm mouth, how she'd spent a long time licking it and swirling it around inside her mouth, hoping it would harden -but it didn't, because Robby had fallen off into a deep sleep, the strong sherry doing its job.
She had licked all of his precious, good-tasting semen from her hand and fingers and then from his thighs and his sweet balls. She had sucked on his balls, taking them into her mouth, loving the sensation of his two marble-like testes as she tongued and swallowed them and then let them escape from her hot mouth, watching them shrink and then expand and then move and squirm as the tip of her tongue teased them.
She had never been this intimate with any male!
Thinking this stirred up new passions in her body and she deliberately chased these thoughts away. "If it's okay with you, buster, I'm acting the part of your wife this morning." She put her hands on his shoulder, her smiling face close to his. "I cooked your breakfast is what I mean."
He laughed. "I'd rather you be my wife than my mother. I'm glad you didn't say mother. She always scared me and she never fixed breakfast. Never."
"I don't feel like your mother, Robby."
"And thank god you don't remind me of her," he said, as her lips brushed across his cheek.
"Did you find the extra toothbrush I put out for you?"
He said he hadn't seen it, and she told him where it was. He brushed his teeth and she watched him happily. Then they ate breakfast together in the kitchen, Penny being quite impressed with his table manners. He's a well-bred kid, she said to herself, again thanking her stars for the remarkable good luck they had showered upon her.
"I guess you have to go home now." she said, accepting a light for her cigarette.
"It might not be a bad idea, I've never stayed out all night. One of the neighbors might notice and report me to my father. But I doubt that. Our house is a very quiet one."
"You can stay with me for a while, if you wish. I don't have anything important to do today." Penny had nothing important to do any day. And she hated it. While cooking she tried to think up some way to entertain him, to keep him with her, that wasn't sexual, although that would have been ideal. She would have been happy to strip naked right now and drag him into her bed and spend all day and all night with his magnificent body and his strong, hard, golden prick. But she had made up her mind not to seduce him any further, even debating whether she should wear a brassiere to conceal her tingling nipples, at which he stared from time to time while they were eating, the conical shape of her marvelously rounded breasts exaggerated by the tight-fitting cashmere.
"Yeah, I guess we could talk a while. I've got a hundred questions I'd like to ask, Penny." He blushed. "They're all about sex. You know, that's about all I think about sometimes. I spend a lot of time ... "
"We all do, Robby. All of us."
"Like now, what made me feel so good s ... sucking you ... I mean, you know, feeling you so hot and so soaking wet in your ... in your ... "
" ... Pussy, Robby. Say 'pussy'."
"In your pussy, in your pussy." He glanced up. "You can't say 'cunt'?"
"If you like, say 'cunt'. I like 'pussy' better. I don't know why, but I do. 'Cunt' is kind of a hard word, but I don't dislike it. It's vulgar-sounding, but I must admit that sometimes I secretly like vulgar things and vulgar words."
"Like 'fuck'?"
"Yes, darling. Yes. I like that word ... very much. It means something wonderful. And it's so dirty, it makes me shiver ... kind of feel wet and slippery inside my little pussy and it gives me the shivers ... like now it's making me wet inside my pussy ... just talking about it."
"And it makes me hard" he acknowledged quite matter-of-factly.
"Are you hard now?"
"Yes, pecker's hard."
"Do you call your penis 'pecker'?"
"That's his name," Robby grinned. "I've always called him that." He looked at her strangely. "Do you have a name for your pussy?"
She smiled. "No. I've never given it a name. To tell the truth, my pussy's almost a stranger to me ... that is, until last night, when you taught me something I didn't think I'd ever learn. You know what you taught me? You taught me to like it, not to be afraid of it, to let it loose, free, let it go and feel what it wants to feel, instead of holding back the way I've always done."
"While you were married too?"
"Yes. Since I was little and I had my first period. You see, it always hurt, and when I had intercourse with my husband it always hurt, and even when I'd touch it, you know ... " she lowered her eyes, a faint blush covering her face, "you know ... when you play with yourself sometimes ... well, it would hurt even then."
"Oh," he said and lapsed into silence.
"Is your pecker very hard?"
"Very." She watched as his hand crept between his legs and his fingers touched it. "It's getting even harder," he muttered innocently, a look of surprise in his eyes. "I guess it's all this sex talk doing it."
"Could I see it?" Her eyes were soft and smoldering.
"Oh, sure. Sure you can see it, Penny." He started to stand up and open his fly but she told him to stay seated. Grinning like a happy child she sat down on the floor directly in front of him. "Can I take it out, Robby? I'd like to do that. Let me?"
Looking down at her loveliness sitting so close to him, the shining white flesh of her bare legs and the mound of her fleshy pussy so alluring and provocative, a fierce shivering overwhelmed him and he felt goose pimples breaking out all over.
He spread his legs around her body, her voluptuous breasts with their nipples straining and so clearly visible under the cashmere. She slowly unzipped his fly. His penis was fully erect, standing up against his belly inside his underwear. Grinning and licking her lips languorously, she reached down inside his shorts and took hold of his golden penis, her fingers gripping its naked roundness feeling the heat of it, and then her body melting as she used her free hand to pull down his shorts. The huge boy prick, his beloved pecker, leaped into the air, her hand grabbing for it and clutching it in her fist.
"Oh, Robby," she sighed, "It's so hard. It's so beautiful. You're so lucky. It's a marvelous prick, just marvelous," she sighed again and bent her lips to kiss its head, then down the shaft, her lips flickering, bestowing a hundred bird-like kisses all over it.
"I want pecker to say hello to my breasts," she said, looking up at him. Then, raising her sweater up to her neck, she exposed her luscious white globes to his eyes, then, sitting closer to him, let his golden penis stand straight up in the valley between her breasts, her hands mashing them together, hiding his erect instrument, her fingers guiding its velvet head, rubbing it against her erect nipples, back and forth, back and forth, up and down, round and round her aureoles. And then stabbing the tip of her nipple into the tiny hole. And then, her eyes almost rolling back into her head, she sat back a little, and bending her head, opened her mouth wide, and with her hands on her knees, lowered her head until the magnificent penis was slipping down into her throat ...
Chapter 8
"OH, ROBBY, YOU TASTE SO WONDERFUL! I LOVE your darling pecker. It's so cute!" she squealed joyfully, her pussy swelling up, her hot juices flowing, and her clitoris itching, gripped so tightly by the squeezing crotch of her brief shorts.
She licked the tip of his prick with gentle strokes, then she clutched the base of it and squeezed, slowly drawing her fingers up the full length of his throbbing staff and then allowing them to trickle downward to his balls, taking these in the palm of her hand and weighing them as her naughty tongue flicked all around his erect tool.
"I love doing this for you. Are you enjoying it, Robby? Really?"
"Oh, don't ask ... don't ask," he sighed, his toes wiggling inside his shoes, his heart already pumping and his penis simpering as she sucked on it and then released it, licking up and down and wetting its pulsating length with her saliva. And then her hand, her lovely, wonderful hand, racing up and down the slick staff, her fingers twisting his penis, bending it, rubbing it back against his belly. Then her mouth covering it, and her lips tight around the base, sliding up slowly, her tongue swirling and flipping from side to side. Robby moaned, and his hands folded in back of his head, now thrown back, he began to hump his prick into her mouth, his eyes burning as she sucked and played with him so perfectly.
She took her warm, wet mouth away, and cuddling his balls, she looked up at his closed eyes, admired his wonderful, boyish features; his sensual mouth, his lips, his sculpted nose. His lips were parted and he licked them as she continued to tease and tickle his balls, now and then bending her head to suck and slurp on his straining prick, her own body aflame, her pussy drizzling with her creamy juices, wetting the tight crotch of her shorts which was digging between the lips of her bubbling pussy.
"Robby ... Robby ... would you ... would you like ... like to fuck ... would you fuck me, FUCK me, Robby?"
"Oh, oh, God!" he screamed. He began to tremble. "Oh, God! Penny ... Penny ... " he wailed, as she renewed her violent sucking. "Yes ... fuck ... yes ... I'll fuck ... I'll do ... it. But ... I don't know how ... I'm sorry, but I don't think I know how. Oh, God ... don't stop what you're doing. Don't ever stop that!" His voice was a throaty whisper, almost not there at times. He kept clearing his throat, twisting his head as her mouth made hot love to his burning prick.
"You can learn, darling. I'll teach you. I'll teach you how to fuck me. My pussy. How to fuck ... f-u-c-k my pussy. It's so hungry for your pecker ... for your darling prick. My pussy wants your prick in it so desperately, Robby. I'm soaking wet. My shorts are all wet, my poor pussy is dripping ... like it was last night when you ... when you sucked it so beautifully. Remember, your wonderful long tongue digging inside my hot pussy? Remember how wet my pussy was? How it wanted your tongue ... how it needed your tongue and your sweet lips and your nose and remember how horny I was and how hungry my little pussy was and how you put your fingers up inside it and how I wanted you to bite my clitoris and how you did, and do you remember my squealing and my screaming and how hot I was, and that's how I am now, Robby, burning up, and I want to have you fuck me! Fuck. Fuck! Robby, the vulgar word I love so much. Will you fuck my cunt? Yes? Robby, my CUNT! There's your word! Will you fuck my cunt, darling? Fuck it! Fuck me! Oh, Robby, I'm going insane! I want your prick all the way up inside me. I want to feel it deep. I want to feel how hot it is up inside my cunt. MY CUNT! You love my cunt, don't you, Robby? I know you do ... the way you tongued it and how you chewed on my pussy lips and how you drank my juices, like you were at a banquet and my pussy was the feast and you ate me and you drank me and I was squirming in your wet, slippery face ... oh, Robby, please fuck me. Fuck my cunt, darling ... "
The young boy's prick was now as hard as a battering ram, glistening from her copious saliva as she continued to lick and suck on it while she spoke dirty to him. His cock throbbing and threatening to burst, Robby forced himself with all his might to keep from shooting off.
"You don't have to worry about babies either, Robby. I have one of those things inside my pussy and I won't have a baby. So you don't have to worry when you fuck me ... when you stick it in and I hold you and you hold me and we kiss with our tongues while you fuck your prick up into my cunt. Oh, ohooooooooo! Robby, please! Let's do it now. Let's fuck now. I'm so horny, so hot! I want you to fuck me with this wonderful cock. Your cock, Robby. Your prick, Robby. My cunt, Robby. Fuck my cunt with your hot prick, darling!"
"I want to fuck you so bad, Penny ... Penny ... Penny, I want my prick to fuck your cunt," he cried out, writhing violently on the kitchen chair as her mouth once again covered his flaming prick. "Yessssss ... oh, Penny ... Penny, I want you to fuck me ... fuck my prick. Fuck it ... yesssss, I want to stick my prick up your hot cunt ... Cunt ... cunt ... cunt ... " he kept repeating, his body shivering with passion and ecstasy as she slowly stood up, and her eyes glued to his throbbing hot thick penis, her fingers slid down her white shorts. Wriggling her buttocks as the shorts slipped over them and down to her ankles, Penny stepped out of them, kicked them to the side. Now her lovely black triangle of pussy hair was right in front of him, her lovely cunt, the cunt he'd bitten and drank come from, it was all his cunt. He loved it. He adored her and her cunt.
He let her pull him up by his hands. He stood as she kneeled and took off one shoe at a time, then his socks. He stood trembling. His prick stood bolt upright against his flat, muscular stomach, throbbing and the tip leaking, the head of his velvet prick thick and red-looking, his balls tight and his ass cheeks clenched as she rubbed her long hair all over his prick and then finally stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, he helping her to strip it off.
"Let's fuck right here on the kitchen floor, Robby. Yes ... right here, right now! Oh, I want to fuck. I want you to fuck me. Fuck my cunt, Robby. I want it so bad! I want it ... ohooooooo, how I want it!" she screamed, lying down on the bare floor, opening her legs and drawing him to her, his mouth open in total Wonderment, his eyes half-lidded as he now lay on top of her warm, perspiring body, feeling his chest press against her full, ripe breasts, feeling her nipples indenting his flesh, then her mouth covering his lips and her tongue gliding into his warm mouth as her hand grappled with his penis, holding it firmly and then rubbing its head all over her sopping wet entrance way. The velvet head of his prick now wet and tickling her pussy lips as she squirmed and writhed on the floor, its coolness exciting her naked buttocks. One hand holding his balls loosely, then tightly, as her other hand guided the head of his penis up against her tight vaginal entrance.
"Yes ... yessssss, Robby ... that's how ... that's how, my darling. Push it in ... yes. In, that's it. Push-it-in-so-gently. Don't hurry, darling. Don't hurry. I can feel the head of it now! It's slipping into my cunt, Robby. Ohoooooooo, God, it's slipping in! Can you feel it? Can you feel the big head slipping into my hole ... my cunt ... Oh, Robby, my cunt's on fire! I can feel your prick ... your wonderful hot hard cock going into my hot cunt. Oh, my cunt's so hot! It's so wet! It's so famished for your prick! My cunt wants your prick so bad ... so bad ... so much ... so hot and so hard ... oh, your wonderful pecker's so hot and thick and so big and so hard and your balls ... Oh, Robby, your balls! I love them!" She moaned as she squeezed them, allowing his stiff tool to penetrate her pussy slowly, ever so slowly, wallowing in ecstasy as she felt another inch of its magnificence slip in, her hands now on his firm, athletic buttocks, pressing him toward her, her pussy opening wide and her breath coming faster and faster as the prick slowly filled up her expanding hole, breathing and snorting each time Robby would give a gentle push, each time she'd push back against his prick, spreading her thighs wide open. And then when he gave a real shove and his prick entered deeply and was now buried up to the hilt, she vigorously wrapped both her naked thighs around his body and began to pump in unison with him.
"Robby, oh, my darling ... we're ... we're fucking ... we're fucking ... you're learning. Yes, that's right, push and pull ... push and pull. Yes, now just keep pushing and I'll keep still ... ohoooooooooo! A little faster ... yesssss, a little faster ... more ... more ... deeper, faster ... faster!" She was screaming as her fingernails dug into the resilient flesh of his buttocks. She could feel and hear his heavy boyish balls slapping against her lower pussy as he drove his prick deep up into her horny hole. Penny now writhing and screaming out each time the boy thrust, and then arching her back, raising him up, and then rubbing her thighs against his body, moaning and grunting and wailing as the thick prick tormented her throbbing cunt, her clitoris sizzling hot as she fucked back at him, taking the full length of his cock. And then squirming wildly, rocking from side to side, her eyes opening and closing, his eyes clamped shut, his teeth gritting as he learned how to fuck.
Then Penny screamed. "Oh, kiss me, Robby! Give me your tongue ... give it to me ... give it to me!" she screamed again, her mouth wide open, her pupils dilating, her sweating body humping, her breasts jiggling. "Give me your tongue and fuck me harder ... oh, Robby ... Darling, I'm going to ... I'm going to come all over your hot prick. I'm going to wet it with my hot come. Oh, darling ... here ... Oh, SWEET! fuck me ... Oh, my God. MY GOD!! My God, Robby, my God ... FUCK ME. Fuck fuck fuck FUCK MY CUNT!" And as yet another piercing scream struck his ears, she roughly pulled his face down onto hers and jammed her mouth into his mouth, chewing on his lips, mashing his head, pulling on his ears, chewing on his tongue, moaning and wailing and screaming, "Oh, FUCK ... Robbbbbbbbbbbbbbbyyyyyy FUCK!"
Her second orgasm in ten hours swept over her fiery body like a tornado, her pussy erupting violently, her breasts heaving and her entire body shuddering again and again as the tidal wave of the electrifying orgasm began to subside slowly. She was inhaling deeply, her breasts rising and falling, her body sweating profusely, her pussy with his erect penis still buried deep inside of it drooling her hot liquids, her clitoris pulsating, and her toes wiggling as he now lay still on top of her feverish nakedness.
"Oh, my God, Robby ... oh, MY GOD!" she exclaimed, exhaling a long breath of air, sighing and then shaking her head in sheer disbelief.
Robby opened his eyes and she kissed him deeply. "Robby, darling, I know it's unfair ... I mean you're not coming ... but in a little while we can do it again, darling, in a little while. I just can't take it ... take any more of your pecker. It drove me mad. I thought I would faint! Darling," she sighed, her hands on his shoulders.
He smiled down at her, wanting to fuck her cunt again, reluctant to pull out his penis. He thought he understood, but he wasn't sure. "Can I suck ... suck your pussy a little then ... would you like that, Penny?" he said meekly.
"Oh, my darling," she exclaimed, hugging him ... "Oh, Robby. . Jet's wait. . Jet's please wait. Yes, you can suck my pussy ... my cunt in a little while ... but I must rest for a moment. You don't understand what that does to a girl ... You just don't understand, my darling. It's the most thrilling, the most wonderful sensation on earth ...
"Then can I just have a little kiss ... just a couple of pussy kisses?" he asked plaintively, slowly drawing his penis out. Penny almost collapsed with emotion as she felt the long thick hot shaft leave the dark wetness of her still-vibrating cunt.
"Oh, Robby, my sweet. Yes. Yes, my darling. You can have a few pussy kisses ... but just a few and then we'll do it again, all over again, okay?"
Wordlessly, Robby crawled back, and his penis still towering and primed for more action, he lay on his stomach and buried his face in her boiling hot, drenched pussy, kissing furiously as Penny threw her legs wide open and began to moan all over again, her lips quivering as he kissed and then sucked and when his teeth bit her clitoris, Penny leaped up as though a bolt of electricity had struck her.
"Stop it ... oh, STOP ... stopstopstopstop!"
Chapter 9
ROBBY STAYED MOST OF THAT MORNING, NEITHER put their clothing back on and this was a source of both pleasure and pain for Penny. Her tender pussy was really irritated from the boy's oversized penis reaming in and out of her cunt still raw from last night's ferocious sucking. Her clitoris was sore from his teeth, and the inside of her vagina raw and sore from his teeth and the intense friction of his piercing prick. He had literally fucked her like a jack rabbit, and knowing little about fucking-much less than he knew about sucking-his large, long, thick penis had damaged her tender tissues.
All morning he chased her around playfully, sometimes quite meaningfully and purposefully, wanting to fuck her time and time again. She kept pleading with him to give her time to rest. At first it was a laughing matter, his teasing her, holding his enlarged penis in his hand and rubbing it against her pussy hair whenever he could get the chance. This was the child-with-the-new-toy syndrome, Penny explained to herself, but she could not successfully explain it to Robby.
"Oh, come on, Penny, let me stick it in for just a minute or so. Look, I promise to take it out. I won't hurt you. I promise."
He would rub his hot penis between the cheeks of her ass whenever she'd forget and bend over. He tried valiantly to capture her pussy from the rear while she was bending over to clean the bath tub.
He told her he didn't have to leave until about noon, when he expected a visit from a school chum who was to return some books he'd borrowed for the summer. So she tried to encourage him to read something but Robby couldn't be distracted.
Once, or was it twice, she offered to suck him until he had his orgasm, but he didn't want that. No, he wanted to "fuck her hot cunt," and she cringed in anticipation of the pain.
Once she found herself really irritated and annoyed with him when he kneeled down and crawled toward her, wanting to suck her sore pussy while she was sitting on the toilet seat urinating. She had to push him away, but he was very strong for his age and size and succeeded in burying his face between her thighs and lapping at her clitoris, his teeth showing, and somehow reminding her of a dog.
Then he suddenly, somehow, got the message, so to speak, and she heaved a sigh of relief. What she really needed to do was sit in a hot tub and let her irritated pussy simmer down. She realized that the seizures of pain, which were strangely spaced, were only temporary and would soon vanish. It had been so very, very long since she'd had intercourse, and never once in all the long years of marriage to Georg had any sex session between them been as totally violent as Robby's virgin fuck. Virgin but incomplete, of course, because he hadn't an orgasm.
Now fully dressed, sitting beside his still-naked body, she explained at length about the delicate tissues inside a woman's vagina, how tender they are and how easily injured, how they require time to heal, and once healed the first time, become tougher and can take more punishment.
At last he understood. But he still didn't want her to suck his penis-he wanted to fuck and fuck some more. He could wait, but he was anxious to know when she thought she'd be ready.
She told him that she guessed that evening she'd be feeling more like it, that she desperately needed a rest. He acquiesced calmly, his well-mannered self overruling his wild animal desires for her voluptuous body and her hot, juicy pussy.
She fed him lunch early and he ate wolfishly. She enjoyed sitting there at the table watching him. She'd made herself a scotch and they chatted on about numerous things, mostly sex, and his persistent questions about the origins of orgasm, why nipples erected, what the clitoris was made of, why was the female's asshole so close to her pussy, did adult men ever get them mixed up, like putting their penis up the wrong hole, and if they did, did it feel good or did it hurt much, and did girls like it that way because he had heard up at school that they did.
Penny quietly and honestly answered all of his questions, the last one about the anus producing a long throbbing thrill inside her vagina. Her asshole began to itch the longer she talked about it, and at one point the itching was almost unbearable.
As Robby talked on about the experiences that other boys told him they had in sex, masturbation, homosexuality, and furtive lovemaking with town girls, she remembered suddenly an episode in her distant past when a girl counselor at camp had played with her asshole when she was ill in the camp infirmary with the flu-and how much she had secretly liked the girl's finger playing around and sometimes sneaking in an inch or so. Recalling this made Penny shiver, but Rob-by didn't notice, he was so wound up in his own story.
When the grandfather clock chimed twelve, Robby stood and said he had to leave. And it was at this very moment, the announcement from his sensual lips, that she felt a kind of panic. She suddenly felt very lonely.
"When will you be seeing me again, Robby?"
"Oh, I guess later. You know, Penny, when you feel better. Maybe tonight. Maybe tomorrow. Oh, I don't know."
This was the way children always behaved, she remembered; the tone of his casual answer was reminiscent of that cruelty in children. No, he wasn't at all angry at her. He was taking her necessary rejection of his sexual offers quite calmly. In fact, he seemed to have lost all interest in her. Although she wore the yellow sweater and her perfect breasts were outlined so beautifully, giving the impression that they were stark naked in the kitchen light, he scarcely stared at them anymore. Earlier, he couldn't draw his eyes away from her stiff nipples and the roundness of her aureoles that showed clearly through the fine material.
She was sitting on the chair next to him, sipping from her scotch, one naked leg bent and her bare toes balanced on the edge of the seat. Looking down, she could see curly tendrils of her dark pussy hairs quite visible around the crotch of the tight, mound-hugging short-shorts. He'd been absolutely fascinated with these earlier, pulling on them playfully, loving her reactions of pretended pain-but now his once-eager eyes had not glanced there once during the long sex conversation.
In a way Penny found him traditionally adult in his treatment of her-almost stand-offish at times. And all this while his lovable penis was as soft and innocent-looking as a baby boy's.
"Well, you will call me?" she asked, hating the sound of weakness in her voice.
"Oh, sure. Sure, sure! I'll call you. What's your number?"
She hated him a little for the way he asked that.
But she laughed and understood. Boys were boys and there was no changing that. She berated herself and her emotions for having yearned for some kind of a semipermanent, if not altogether permanent relationship with him. Wasn't she being quite foolish?
He dressed and left, almost forgetting his manners, or to say goodbye. She had to remind him twice to take the telephone number she'd written on a slip of paper.
"Robby?" He was going out the door. He stopped and turned to her, grinning.
"Yes, Penny?" He gave her the distinct impression that she was delaying him.
"Robby, are you going out to sell papers? I mean, tonight?"
"Don't know. Haven't thought about it. My old man's a jerk if he thinks I'm going to sell papers for my money. He owes me money. Hell, man, I inherited enough of the foolish shit from my mother. Why should I work? Who needs to work when you have that kind of money?" He paused thoughtfully. "But then I don't get but half the money when I'm eighteen and that's four damned years from now. Maybe I'd better work, huh? I mean the papers, huh?"
"It's dangerous to sell papers on the street, Robby." Penny could hear a solicitude in her voice that made her sound too motherly. She couldn't let herself start mothering him. That would be disastrous!
"Well," she said as he was chomping at the bit, "if you call and I'm not here, keep trying." She felt her heart tear open and a tear begin to form in the corner of each eye.
"Bye for now! See you later, Penny!" he said, and he was gone. Naturally he didn't take the elevator, she grinned through the tears she let escape; like any growing, healthy boy he tromped down the staircase two-or was it three-steps at a time.
She closed the door and the loneliness of the apartment closed in on her like a forbidding dark cloud.
That afternoon she went uptown on Fifth Avenue to Scribner's Bookshop and shopped for several quasi-technical books that would help her answer some of his involved questions, such as: if the semen is generated in the balls, how come the balls don't swell up when the semen isn't used? and how come he had so much of it inside his balls and why couldn't he keep feeling that nutty, crazy feeling longer than he did? Why did it cut out so quickly?
Some of his questions were as silly as where does your lap go when you stand up, but others were quite profound. The obsequious clerk assured her that with the help of several inexpensive books on sexual hygiene and education, she would have little difficulty explaining the answers to her "son".
Back in her apartment she spent the balance of the terribly long afternoon studying the books. From time to time memories of his lovemaking haunted her, and at other times she could swear she heard that faint click that often signals the telephone's about to ring.
Before she prepared a lonely dinner, she soaked for quite a long time in a hot tub. Then she tediously medicated her sore vaginal membranes with a salve the druggist on Third Avenue (to which she'd been going for eleven whole years and who seemed like a father to her) had recommended as a sure-fire and quick cure for any internal irritation. He kindly advised her to try, if she could, to avoid the conjugal bed for about a week, and smilingly told her she'd be right as rain come next Tuesday.
God, she thought to herself on the way home, if she didn't satisfy young Robby's violent pecker urges before a week was out, there'd be no more Robby. That seemed almost certain.
Then, while doing up the dishes, the memory of her long-forgotten anal eroticism magically returned, and she caught herself smiling and feeling quite gay again.
At ten the grandfather clock began its mournful tolling, and by the stroke of five gongs she was out the door on her happy way to Pete's Tavern. Robby was certain to come in to collect the profit Bob the bartender had surely made for the young businessman.
Chapter 10
"GOOD EVENING TO YOU, MRS. LUCKNER," BOB THE bartender grinned as she smilingly seated herself at the bar. It was Bob's immediate impression that she was full of mischief tonight, her eyes twinkling and a complete change having come over her-from a silent, brooding woman of questionable age to a young, say early twenties, girl-about-town, many of whom frequented Pete's Tavern in the afternoons.
He prepared her drink and set it before her. Then he presented her wrapped-up cigarette holder. "For you, m' lady," he smiled cordially. She thanked him and apologized for being scatter-brained.
Bob had been reading a newspaper and he returned to it. Penny's heart leaped. This must mean that Robby had already been in! And he'd gone! She'd missed him! Now she couldn't slip him the note she'd written, a note almost begging him to please call her in the morning. She had scribbled it in a moment of great panic after her hot bath and after her tortured pussy had begun to itch, a sure signal that it was healing. The itching had persisted throughout dinner and this further convinced her that her pussy was well enough to receive his large penis again, providing he didn't pump so roughly and with such ferocity.
Despair overwhelmed her. She finished her first drink quickly, caught Bob's eye, and soon had another, of which she swallowed half before lighting a cigarette nervously. As if to taunt her, the itching inside her vagina started to radiate. She felt a slight ping in her clitoris, and when she crossed her right arm to flick the cigarette ash, her forearm brushed accidentally across her full breasts, and each nipple in turn went ting-ting and slowly but surely stood up to attention.
The erotic torment began. Once more her eyes began to burn. Her breasts started to swell and she couldn't resist pressing her thighs tight together to feel her fleshy pussy mound being squeezed. A rapid series of subterranean explosions made her shiver slightly and she bit her lower lip to suppress the sexual joy they promised.
She shrugged her shoulders. Oh well, she told herself, even if she didn't see him again, she had learned a remarkable lesson-that she was simply bursting with sensual, erotic desire, and that she was not one bit frigid, having survived two staggering orgasms, one brought about orally and the other coitally. She was in excellent sexual health, and the knowledge of this was comforting psychologically and gave her a great deal of personal relief.
As Bob handed her the third drink, she asked casually about the newspaper boy.
"Oh, yeah, Mrs. Luckner, he came in and we split the profits. Left me with ten more and wished me luck. Dig? He's got a way with him, that kid, and geez, you know, Mrs. Luckner, he's got himself a good education, and for being such a kid, that's something. Half the big words he uses ain't in my vocabulary."
Her heart slumped again and the familiar sense of loss and uselessness, the clanging symbols of an inferiority complex, began to infiltrate and begin sabotaging from within. But "Fuck it!" she said to herself. She'd have another drink and go back home. But first she'd buy one of his papers from Bob. She'd leave him a dollar tip and even write her phone number on the bill. Perhaps Robby would notice it and be reminded to call her.
She had her drink, wrote on the dollar bill, folded it up, gave it to Bob. Took the paper and walked home.
Sitting in a hot tub, an overdose of medication applied to her tender pussy lips and vaginal walls, she read the paper. What a wretched newspaper! So little news, and pounds of foolish advertising. She noticed its fantastic circulation and dwelt a moment on the fleeting thought that if this was all the news its readership was fed, three-quarters of the population of New York must be absolute dullards.
In the kitchen she made herself a double scotch, and naked, sat on the couch in the very spot Robby had almost sucked her pussy to death. She fell to day-dreaming, resigned that he wasn't going to telephone her, that he was either asleep or busy with his boyfriend from school.
Using the remote control, she turned on the FM radio, and selecting a station, listened to the bombing end of a 19th-century symphony. She flipped off the remote and the telephone rang!
The grandfather clock began programming itself to strike twelve. She could hear the ancient mechanism grinding as she went to the phone.
"Hello, Penny ... this is me."
"Well, hello there, Robby. You surprise me."
"It's not too late to call, is it? I hope not. I'm sorry if it is."
"Oh, no, Robby, it's not too late." Her knees felt wobbly. Her spine began to tingle as she listened to him breathing heavily into the mouthpiece. She recalled the feeling of his warm breath on her thighs, his exhaling profusely just as she touched his throbbing hot penis last night.
"I've a favor to ask, Penny. It's quite serious, and I hope you'll understand. It's not money, so don't get scared."
She laughed. "What is it then, Robby?"
"Well, it's like this. You remember my boyfriend, the one from school, Richie, the pal who returned the books ... ?"
"Yes."
"Well, Penny ... well ... well, we got to talking, see, and I was feeling pretty ego, if you know what I mean ... and ... and ... I told him about you."
"So, you told him about me ... then what?"
"He don't believe me."
"He doesn't believe you, Robby," she corrected him.
"That's right, he don't believe me."
"So?"
He sighed. "Penny, if you're not too tired, could you do me this favor? It would really help me, because if I don't produce, Richie here's going to think I'm a liar-which I'm not, as you know-and then my rep at school will slide, and you know, it's not really worth all that and I'm sorry I ever opened my mouth. But this ego thing ... I'm sure being older and adult like you are, you know all about it, you know, my peers and things like that, that they teach you all about ... "
Penny was amused.
"Then you want me to meet him, just so you can show him I'm for real. Is that it, Robby?"
He sighed deeply. "Yes, Penny."
She heard a jumble of voices-or was it just two voices? Robby's hand covering the mouthpiece made it difficult for Penny to hear.
Penny pondered this. "Where would you like me to meet this Richie? Here in my apartment?"
"No, nothing like that ... no, Penny. Could you throw something on ... you know, like that yellow sweater and those white shorts and maybe those high heels, and your long hair, and come to the park? We'll be there ... in the same place where we met ... smoking. Richie brought some good grass."
"Oh, Lord, grass!" Penny thought to herself, but she said over the phone: "Okay, I guess," she said. "When?"
"Then you'll come ... tonight?" He sounded ecstatic. And her heart began to pump and she felt a bubbling sensation deep up her pussy. The itching was subsiding slowly and being replaced with a quiet, subtle rumbling she recognized as the starting gun for her milky juices to begin to seep out of her pussy onto her silky thighs.
"Yes. Yes, Robby, as soon as I can ... darling," she murmured, swallowing the word "darling" so he wouldn't hear.
"Penny," he was whispering, which meant Richie was close to the phone, "Penny ... maybe after he meets you and takes off ... we can go to the moon together for a little while, huh?"
She almost collapsed. Her nipples began to sting. "Yes ... yes, Robby. If you want to?" She was overjoyed at his initiative, and could hardly contain herself. She felt like shouting, but instead simply hung up the telephone, after telling her young lover she'd be coming as soon as possible.
She atomized her deliciously nude body with yet another fragrance, and then she slipped on the yellow cashmere, without a bra, and the short-shorts, a yellow pair to match the sweater, and no panties under them. This pair was even tighter in the crotch than the white ones and a good quarter of her rounded, exciting buttocks was revealed as she appraised her appearance in the mirror. With the high-heeled, toeless slippers on her bare feet, she looked positively salacious, her long hair flowing softly on her shoulders. She left the two top buttons of the cashmere open, her swollen breasts prominent and her pink nipples clearly visible. Throwing a raincoat over her shoulders, she took the elevator down.
"Think I'll enjoy a last cigarette in the park, Thomas," she said to the night attendant, who looked at her strangely. "It's a lovely moonlit evening, isn't it?"
"Yes, ma'am," Thomas answered, "and you couldn't be smoking in a safer spot on earth than our little park," he said, stepping aside to let her out. He listened to the click of her high heels on the corridor floor and shook his head. "Some piece!" he mumbled to himself and brushed his fingers over his crotch.
She entered the west gate and circled around until she saw the two boys smoking on the secluded bench. The three of them were alone in the park. The warning red lights at the north entrance winked in a steady rhythm. Two nighttime squirrels chased each other. In the distance, on the far East Side of the city, fire sirens were screaming, the winds from the river blowing the noise to the West.
"Here she comes," Robby breathed. "Look at that, isn't she the greatest?" Penny had taken off the raincoat once she was in the park. Her large, luscious breasts jiggling and bouncing, her naked legs shining through the dark night, and her hair shimmering on her shoulders, she looked like a dream come true to young Robby. To Richie she looked like a dream walking. He could hardly believe his eyes. The click-clack of her high heels stirred up every masturbational phantom he'd ever raped in his erotic fantasies. The marijuana he'd been smoking (which Robby refused) had put him into a mood so serene that time was passing in ultra slow motion.
"Hello, there," she greeted the boys. Both stood up.
"This is my pal from school, Richard Timberly White the third!" He looked at Penny then. "And Richie, this is a neighbor of mine who also lives on the park. Mrs. Penny ... Mrs. Penny ... eh ... "
"Jones," Penny helped.
"Yes," said Robby. "Mrs. Penny Jones." It was important that she be a married woman. All the more exciting for Robby.
They shook hands and Richie's palm was wet with perspiration.
The three chatted amiably for the length of a cigarette, Richie's eyes caressing Penny's bountiful, half-exposed breasts every chance he had. Penny saw the young boy, a head shorter than her Robby and not half as well built, occasionally rub his penis or readjust its position. When Richie offered his cigarette, Penny said she didn't smoke pot. They discussed this for the length of another smoke, and then Richie abruptly stood up and announced he was going to take a turn around the park to appreciate the New York environment, ecologically speaking, while under the stimulating influence of his costly and very great Mexican pot.
Robby and Penny began to kiss hungrily the very moment Richie left. His eager fingers were inside her sweater, fondling her bare breasts and stroking her hardening nipples. Her tongue was deep inside his wet mouth, her lips sucking on his tongue, then her teeth nibbling on it, passion raging inside her pussy, which was already pulsating.
Her fingers found his stiff penis. He let her open his fly and reach down in. He wasn't wearing any shorts. She squealed with joy as she cupped his balls and squeezed them; then her hand slid swiftly up and down his hard tool, her fingertips massaging the velvet head, feeling his penis already leaking silver droplets.
"I want to go to the moon with you tonight, Penny. I want to suck you ... your beautiful cunt. I want you to ask me ... ask me, Penny!"
"Oh, darling," she breathed, pressing close against him, "I want to go to the moon with you, baby. I want you to suck ... to suck and lick ... to suck my cunt ... my cunt ... my wet cunt ... my cunt, Robby."
His prick throbbed in her fist. He was breathing into her mouth, their tongues first weaving, and then taking turns sucking voraciously on the other, Penny licking his face, his closed eyes, with her saliva-coated tongue, Robby squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples until Penny was groaning and whimpering, jerking his penis wildly, overwhelmed with ecstasy and blood-hot passion as her pussy vibrated inside the extra-tight crotch of her scandalously brief shorts.
"Penny ... oh, Penny ... would you do me another big favor ... ? please ... please?"
"Anything, Robby, darling ... anything you want. I'll do it for you, baby ... I'll fuck you, darling. I want you to fuck me. If you fuck me with your darling prick, oh ... I adore your prick, darling ... if you fuck me, I'll do anything." She was breathing rapidly. "I have a nice surprise for you, too, darling ... a wonderful surprise!" She was melting in his arms. He had opened her sweater to the waist and now he was kissing her erect nipples while his fingers stroked and fondled her precious breasts.
"What is it, Robby? What is the favor you want me to do for you, you darling? Tell me."
"Would you let Richie, my pal, watch us when I suck you ... your hot cunt?" he said solemnly, without looking up.
Chapter 11
PENNY WAS TRULY SHOCKED. SHE PULLED AWAY from him abruptly. He pulled her back, nuzzling between her warm breasts, laving her wondrous silky globes with his wet tongue, feeling her warm body writhe against his lips. "You said you'd do anything I asked, Penny," he whispered, his eyes searching through the darkness for Richie, who must now be making the last turn, his hunger for what Robby had half-promised almost eating him alive.
"Yes ... yes, I did, darling ... but ... "
"It would be a fantastic favor, Penny. You see, he now believes that you exist, but he still doesn't believe that I went to the moon ... I mean sucked you. You see," he kept whispering, "the boys up at school doubt everything. They're always bragging and telling lies. But me, I'm different. When I say I'm a virgin, I am one. And when I told Richie-he's coming now-that I'd sucked your pussy, and you let me and you wanted me to, and when I told him that you sucked my penis and you wanted to and you liked it so much-well, he called me a big liar!"
"Oh, Robby, you should have said nothing. What will he think of me?"
"I wouldn't worry too much about that, Penny. He's a closed-mouthed kid, good family-like mine-and he's trustworthy. We room together. We tell each other everything, but he doesn't believe me about you. He said so."
Penny was silent for a moment or two. "Where would we ... where would we, ah, demonstrate this ... this, what you want me to do, Robby?" she asked seriously, a tiny fear beginning to fester in her stomach.
"I have it planned," he said. "See that old shack, the park-keeper's little house over there? Well, it's always open because no one who comes to the park, except maybe a young kid, like a three-year-old, would take anything-so, you see, it's always open, and inside there's a single bed and an easy chair the old man sits and smokes his pipe in and lays down on for a little rest when he's mowing the grass ... and he lives in the Bronx and there's just no one to know we'd be in there and it's dark-like, so Richie wouldn't be seeing too much, you understand, and he'd maybe just hear you crying a little and he'd believe me then. You wouldn't even have to get undressed, you know, just let me pull your shorts down to your knees. You could sit in the easy chair where the old man smokes ... "
"Oh, Robby, yes. Yes, darling, I guess it would be all right ... if we go to the moon this way. I guess there's no real harm, is there? We won't get caught or anything?"
"Oh, no, Penny. Never! Never!! She felt him breathing rapidly, his young body heaving. He was perspiring from his armpits under his loose white shirt.
"Would you? Would you, please, Penny? It'd be the greatest favor ever ... and I'll make it up to you. I promise."
She returned her hand to his penis and it was softening. She played with it and with his tender balls as she fell deep in thought. Was she getting herself into something that could get out of hand? She had a sneaking suspicion that this coup had been planned, the way young boys will, risking all they own or have on a great, impossible dare.
"No one will disturb us, right? And no one can see in, right? And it's dark in there, right, Robby?"
"Yes." His deep brown eyes searched into hers, begging, pleading. She felt him holding his breath. His once-erect penis was shriveling up in her fingers.
"And we won't take long ... before your friend leaves, Robby?"
"No."
"All right, then," she smiled, and kissed his mouth. "All right, darling. I'd love to do you the favor!" It was important to her that he relax now so she could fondle and stroke his prick back into its magnificent hardness.
Richie returned at that precise moment. If the coup had been planned, Penny thought, quickly releasing her hand and closing her open sweater, the boys' timing was as perfect as that of a commander in battle. Despite herself, she was amused. And despite her earlier misgivings, she felt a wave of excitement surge over her body. She listened as Robby, standing up and cleverly zipping up his fly, whispered to Richie. Penny saw Richie's eyes light up, the surprise in them seeming genuine enough to indicate that this whole business was spontaneous indeed. When Penny stared once at the young boy, Richie averted his eyes, seeming to be quite frankly embarrassed that Robby had to go to such extremes to prove his personal integrity to his school friend and roommate.
But what did it really matter, Penny thought to herself, as the three of them cut across the path, then over the thick green grass to the little house in the middle of the park. It was surrounded by tall old trees and looked very much like the setting of a story book rhapsody, secluded and mysterious and yet, at the same time, friendly.
As Robby said, the door was open. "I've got a little surprise, too, Penny," he said in a soft voice, referring to the unannounced surprise she'd mentioned to him only minutes earlier.
She had to laugh when he reached next to the comfortable easy chair and produced a bottle of sherry and three glasses. Ah, so it had been planned! Three glasses! Well, she was all the more amused and somewhat impressed with Robby's cunning. He had really fooled her. She must remember this talent he possessed. She laughed and hugged him, kissing his mouth.
What the hell! she thought to herself, watching Robby screw the cork out. Kids are kids and they live only one childhood. Why not be a part of it? Besides, she couldn't deny the intense thrills surging through her body, as she realized that probably in minutes young Richie would be witnessing a scene for which he'd probably pay a year's allowance to watch ... and it was for free!
She sat easily in the big chair, The small room smelled of rich tobacco. The keeper smoked pipes; a tray of them rested on an end table. Robby, again sampling the wine, poured her glass first, Richie's next, and then he filled his own to the brim, almost spilling it, he was so nervous.
Richie took a position on the bed. Penny saw a blanket folded up at the foot of it. She also saw a sink and a toilet inside an enclosure. A two-burner electric stove sat on top of a small refrigerator. After he pulled the curtains closed, Robby lit a short, white candle and soon its yellow flame was flickering in the magic darkness and the awe-inspiring silence in the middle of the park.
"We're perfectly safe, Penny," Robby assured her, sitting at her feet now, his glass of sherry in one hand, his other on her naked knee, his fingers slowly walking up toward her silky thigh.
Penny turned to the young Richie. "Richie, have you ever seen two people make love? I mean, a young boy like Robby here and an older woman?"
"Oh, God, no!"
"You want to though, don't you?"
"Oh, God, yes!!"
"Are you excited, Richie? Is your penis getting hard?" she teased, rather enjoying herself now as she felt Robby's fingers caressing her crotch over her extremely tight shorts.
Richie mumbled something she didn't hear. "Richie, are you going to play with your prick (she liked the sound of the wonderful word) while Robby and I make love right in front of your eyes?"
He mumbled again. He was bent over, his glass on the floor of the shack. The silence was terrifying. The candle was now burning soft blue and bright yellow. She could smell the wax. She sipped slowly from her glass, the sherry was very tasty. She let Robby spread her thighs apart and rub his fingers over her crotch. When his index finger grazed her clitoris, she let out a slow erotic moan, exaggerating it a bit for Richie's pleasure.
"Richie," she said, "why don't you sit closer? You could see better ... "
She raised up and slid forward as Robby's fingers urged her to do. Then she watched his beautiful, handsome face in the candlelight as he expertly unsnapped her tight shorts and slowly drew them down her thighs, exposing her dark nest of rich pussy hair.
Richie gasped. He moved to the end of the bed.
"Take your penis out if you want, Richie. Don't be embarrassed. You can take down your pants, too, if you wish." She stepped out of her shorts and was now stark naked from the waist down to her high heels. As she stood there, her long hair flowing, Richie's eyes almost popped out of his head. Never had he imagined any woman to be so beautiful!
"Richie, look, look up. I'm going to unbutton my sweater and let Robby take it off. You'd like to see my naked breasts, wouldn't you, Richie? Wouldn't you like to look at them nude?"
"Oh, my God!" was all he breathed.
And was Penny enjoying herself now? She was enjoying herself frantically! Tossing the yellow sweater onto the bed, she thrust out her voluptuous breasts, her nipples as stiff as little peas, and when the candle light fluttered, the shadows cast by her breasts were wild, absolutely wild. Richie was afraid he'd come inside his pants.
She spun round and round on her high heels, feeling positively beautiful, the boys' eyes eating up her shimmering nakedness like gluttons, feeding on her rounded naked buttocks, on her pussy hair, on her gleaming thighs and long naked legs, on her petite toes.
Then she sat down in the easy chair. Robby, giving one knowing glance at Richie, kneeled in front of her, parted her thighs, and began to kiss up the inside of her milky flesh until his mouth pressed against her pussy. Penny raised one knee and braced her slippered foot on the edge of the chair. Richie could see perfectly now. Quickly he opened his pants, and then, standing, let them fall to the floor-as Penny had said he might. He kicked them off. Then he sat down on the floor quite close to his school friend.
"Robby, darling," Penny interrupted, "why don't you get all undressed too. I think Richie would love that. Wouldn't you, Richie?" Oh, God, was she having a good hot time! Her cunt was weeping now and her body trembling as she stared hungrily at Robby, who stood and undressed quickly, his golden prick rock-hard now and threatening. She leaned forward and kissed it, and Richie almost turned blue. She smiled at Richie, beckoning him to stand. He did. Putting her arms around his small waist, she drew his short body closer to her. She lowered her face and brushed her lips across his erect penis, licking it tentatively, tasting it. Richie had a fine prick, strong and long, but not as handsome as Robby's.
"Now," she said, stretching, and then, cupping her breasts: "the performance will begin!" She looked up at Richie, who was standing as stiff as a statue, his eyes fluttering, his hands not knowing what to do with themselves.
Penny solved that. "Richie, hold your nice prick with one hand, the hand you always use, and come closer and play with my titties while Robby sends me up to the moon with his tongue, okay?"
"I guess so," Richie stuttered, and, as his hand found her warm, large breast, Robby's tongue flickered, inching up inside her pussy lips, which were vibrating passionately.
The huge rocket of ecstasy, burning furiously, blasted off its platform, and when Robby's tongue tipped her burning clitoris and she drew Richie's head down between her breasts and felt his lips cover one nipple, the three sexi-nauts lifted off heroically in the direction of the moon shining so brilliantly over Gramercy Park, New York, New York!!
Chapter 12
AS ROBBY'S NOW-EXPERT TONGUE EXPLORED HER gleaming pussy, making her entire naked body chant with passion and weave gloriously, her hot weeping pussy again a full, meaty meal guaranteed to satisfy his hearty appetite, Penny reached down and gripped Richie's stiff penis, her fingers wringing joy from it as his had never done. She stroked it, she squeezed his young balls, she stripped it between her fingers and she jerked it up and down slowly, then more rapidly as her fingers squeezed, making the young boy squirm and groan.
Richie was sucking her breasts maddeningly, slurping on her nipples, his eyes cast downward to watch his buddy sucking and licking, stabbing his piercing tongue in and out of her yawning sweet pussy, her cunt convulsing and fuming as his tongue churned over every inch of its delicious wetness.
Soon Penny began to moan in earnest, her head swaying from side to side, her tongue whipping over her lips as the ecstasy from Robby's gliding tongue increased inside her sopping hole. Her succulent pussy was aching, and the sweet, sexy sensations were growing hotter and hotter as he teased her fiery clitoris with his tongue and rubbed his nose round and round, sucking, licking up her cream, his cheeks sticky and his face glowing with total satisfaction when he glanced up now and then to see his Doubting Thomas buddy frantically licking and smothering his burning face between her slippery ripe breasts.
This time her orgasm came quickly, too quickly. She was enjoying this immensely. Two young boys. Two young erect pricks, two lovely, young boyish behinds and two marvelous tongues loving her sweltering, silky body. She was sweating, and she grunted each time she felt Richie's sharp teeth nibbling on her rubbery nipple. She quaked and writhed and shivered when Robby speared his tongue deep up inside, whipping it back and forth, up and down, straining to give her the intense pleasure she was so hungry for.
She began to cry, real tears, when she saw Robby's hand reach up to fondle the breast that his buddy, Richie, wasn't feasting on. His fingers massaged and caressed it, his thumb pressing her erect nipple in deep and then his fingers pulling it out, then tugging on it, stretching her nipple and making her scream with delight.
Richie's penis in her hot hand was drooling and tense. She could feel it pulsing and its eye seemed to wink at her when she looked at her own hand working it, sliding up and down, grabbing it roughly, and then her fingers sinking down to tickle his balls and then squeeze them hard and then cup them in her palm and bounce them in her hand, Richie's moans and little outbursts thrilling her. Her hand was slippery wet from his discharge.
Her orgasm, accompanied by brilliant flashing lights, came from nowhere! It struck her body with the force of thunder, the initial impact staggering her, almost driving the breath out of her body.
She howled and gripped Richie's penis so hard he was sure she'd pull it off, pinching his balls in her wild, abandoned passion, pulling on his hard, hot cock until the second bolt of the orgasm almost lifted her out of the chair, grinding her soaking wet cunt into her young lover's face, writhing and gyrating her hips, feeding her breast into Richie's sucking mouth, moaning and crying out when the blow struck, arching her back and pumping furiously, her pussy and especially her clitoris craving wantonly and finally erupting in a magnificent, thundering scream that might have been heard a block away.
"OH MY GOD IN HEAVEN!" she shouted as the ever-increasing waves of tormenting passion swirling over her began to subside gradually, her simmering hot cunt coasting down to earth, an ethereal feeling settling over her like a beautiful white fleecy cloud. "Oh, my God. God God! GOD!!" she sighed, Robby's knowing tongue now licking the insides of her thighs, his lips kissing down to her knees. Then he sat back on his haunches, staring up at her, smiling handsomely, pleased with himself.
Penny released Richie's steamy penis and let her arm fall loosely. She lay for some moments swimming in the lovely afterglow of her violent orgasm, still feeling the sensations lingering in her toes and fingertips.
"That was so beautiful," she breathed. "So very beautiful!"
Robby sat quietly on the floor. Richie sat down next to him. She opened her eyes finally and saw that both boys still had handsome erections. Robby's prick was indeed an inch or so longer than Richie's. They were staring at her relaxed body as though she were a specimen of some kind. She grinned and spread open her thighs so they could look their fill at her dribbling pussy lips, so open and exposed and glistening now from Robby's abundant saliva mixed with her creamy fluids, the lot seeping out of her open hole and running down her thighs. Her pussy hair was all messed up, they could see, and she used her fingers to comb it out, and this made both youthful pricks throb.
She ran three fingers between her wet, purplish lips and then brought them up to her lips, and, looking intently at them, licked them clean with her fingers. The sight of this vulgarity pleased them and their eyes brightened. She did it again. They sat closer to stare. She felt like an animal in a children's zoo. Then she inserted three fingers deep up inside her cunt, giving a little squeal as she did, and they both licked their lips. She repeated this action, and then sucked her fingers clean, weaving and whipping her tongue over her fingers before sucking them into her warm mouth.
Penny was delirious with passion. Her pussy kept throbbing and pulsing. Her juices were still flowing, albeit with less intensity, but her fluids still leaked on her thighs.
She sat up and took her glass, draining it. She held it out to Robby and he filled it quickly. She drained it again, and again held it out to him. The warmth of the strong wine electrified her brain and she didn't care now if she did feel a bit more than tipsy. Her head was swimming delightfully. The candle seemed like two candles, the boys' beautiful hard cocks like four lovely instruments of sheer passion, as she stared, feeling so, so comfortable and so, so relaxed, her naked body stretched out, her breasts undulating provocatively as she breathed in and out, her fingers still idling with her pussy, vanishing and then reappearing, wetting her nipples with her creamy juices, smearing her liquids over her luscious breasts.
Penny was burning hot. The remembered pain in her vagina had gone, now it felt hot and oozy as she fingered it, staring hungrily at the boys' pricks.
"Play with yourselves," she said in a soft whisper. "I want to watch you play with yourselves ... and then I want you both to do me a little favor, okay?"
They nodded their heads in unison, their lips parted. Each took hold of his own penis and began to masturbate it ... Penny stared, licking her lips. How this scene excited her!! She felt a new kind of trembling now.
"I want you to play with each other," she said, again whispering softly, and the boys turned to look at each other, smiling. Robby shared his wine with his buddy and then placed the glass on the floor.
They sat closer. Each took hold of the other's thick, hot penis and began manipulating it with his fingers as Penny stared. This fascinated her and made her boiling hot, literally seething hot with a new passion!
She watched as Richie's hand and fingers curled around Robby's wonderfully hard, hot prick, the prick she was falling in love with as she had with his worshiping tongue.
They seemed experienced and not at all bashful, as she had thought they might be. It was apparent that this wasn't the first time they'd indulged each other. Robby's experienced hand rubbed and tickled Richie's prick, and Richie sat back a little and then shifted his naked buttocks on the floor and used two hands on Robby's staff, two hands frolicking up and down, one hand cupping Robby's heavy balls, while the other slid up and down in an ever-increasing tempo.
"Have you ever sucked each other?"
The thought of this fired her imagination, but at the same time ran against her grain. But the brand-new sexual abandon she was thrilling to allowed her forbidden thoughts to tease her sensual curiosity. She devoted several moments to deep penetrating thought. She was certain the boys' answer would be affirmative. Well, she might encourage them just this once, and from what she'd witness surely be able to make up her mind. After this adventure into homosexuality she would guide them securely onto the path of male-female, and thus assure her body and her mind of total satisfaction.
Robby's eyes were glassy. He took a long swallow from the wine glass and nodded.
"You, Richie? Have you ever sucked Robby's prick?"
"Yes. Yes."
"Do you like sucking his prick, Richie?"
"Yes ... yes ... "
"Let me watch you suck Robby, let me see your lips on his prick. Let me see how you take his long prick into your mouth and suck on it and make crazy noises like I do when I suck on his prick, Richie." Her voice was so lazy and so soft and so seductive that both boys seemed hypnotized by the sound of it, melodious and then soft and whispery.
"Come up here and sit on the arm, Robby, and kiss my mouth while Richie sucks on your pretty prick, darling. I want you to play with my nipples and I want to kiss you and play with your balls while your friend kisses your beautiful prick and sucks on it. I want to see him up close. I want to watch your prick go in and out of his mouth and I want my tongue in your mouth and your hot balls in my hand, Robby."
There was an atmosphere of unreality in the park-keeper's cabin. The flickering candle, the profound silence-only now and then a distant street noise-the nearly empty wine glasses reflecting the sparkling candlelight, the bough of a tree scraping on the roof of the cabin as the wind played with it ...
Penny stared as Richie began to suck, Robby's thick prick funneling in and out of his slurping mouth, Penny squeezing and massaging his delicious balls, Robby's lips caressing her stiff nipples, his tongue wetting her flesh as his hair fell on her neck and tickled her.
"Do you want him to suck me until I come inside his mouth, Penny?" Robby asked, his breathing increasing as his friend's mouth sucked and slobbered up and down his vibrating shaft. "He likes that most of the time ... don't you, Richie? Tell Penny how you like me to shoot off in your mouth."
Richie shook his head, his eyes smiling as he kept up his rhythmic sucking.
"No, Robby," Penny answered, "I have other plans ... since the three of us have gone this far, darling." She moaned when Robby squeezed her breasts together, licking rapidly on both her nipples at the same time. "I have ... I have ... Ohooooooooo, I have other ... plans."
She grunted when Robby bit both nipples, and then she squealed with disappointment when he pulled away, believing he had hurt her. She pressed his head back again. "Bite them, darling. Bite my nipples. It drives me insane!"
Holding Robby's hot balls, Penny could feel Richie's saliva dribbling down the throbbing shaft, collecting at the base of his penis. She rubbed this juice into his balls, then her fingertips at Richie's open lips, feeling his slippery tongue as it clung to Robby's cock and then disappeared back into his mouth as he took the full length of the prick down his throat.
Penny learned a lot about cocksucking by watching. She loved the way he flickered his tongue, and then used his fingers to squeeze the head of Robby's prick, and then bent it all the way down between his legs and let it fly back up, catching it with his open mouth and sucking it fluidly, the noises of his slurping maddening to her ears.
"Robby, darling ... remember the surprise I said I had for you?" Having almost forgotten herself, so wrapped up was she with the two friends making hot, homosexual love to each other, her heart began to pound as she remembered what she'd planned.
Before leaving the apartment she had tucked a purse-sized bottle of expensive, oily skin lubricant into her raincoat pocket. All the way to the park she had shivered, visualizing how she intended it to be used ... once Robby's friend had departed.
Her anus began to catch on fire.
Robby lifted his sucking mouth from her delicious breasts and nodded that he remembered.
"Then you recall asking me if the penis ever missed the cunt hole and accidentally slid up into the asshole?"
He raised his head. His eyes looked puzzled. "Yes."
"In a little while, darling, after I watch you suck on Richie's prick, do you think the two of you might try to miss my cunt on purpose ... ?
Chapter 13
THE PUZZLED, QUIZZICAL LOOK REMAINED IN Robby's brown eyes. He wasn't at all sure he understood! She couldn't mean what she was suggesting? Oh, no, he couldn't believe that ... fucking ... fucking his prick up Penny's little asshole!
"You mean it?" he asked aloud. Richie didn't understand at all, his eyes darting from his sucking, eager to wring Robby's pecker dry with his hungry mouth.
"I mean it, darling," she said, embracing him warmly, kissing his neck and his ears, taking his ear into her wet slippery mouth, worming her tongue into his ear and then sucking on it, making Robby quiver.
"Now, you get busy on Richie's prick. I'd love to see you sucking it. Besides, he's had enough of sucking your darling prick, Robby. Now it's your turn to make him really hot and horny, but be careful. Don't make him come. I want his prick as hard as it is now."
She kissed his mouth ravenously and he climbed off the arm of the chair. "Come up here, Richie, sit like Robby was and I'll kiss you like I kissed him. Think you'd like that, little man?"
"I love all of this," he sighed. "I just can't believe it's happening to me. I never dreamed of this, me and Robby together with you, and you all naked and your pussy all soppy and you playing with my prick, but most of all, me sucking Robby's cock while you watch us! Oh, Christ!" he exclaimed, and crawled up on the arm of the chair.
Penny put her naked arm around his shoulders and drew his head down to her breasts, urging him to suck on them and lick her nipples while she held her breasts in her hands and guided them across his burning lips.
Pretty soon her handsome young lover was nursing on his friend's stiff tool, licking it and then taking it in his mouth and making loud sucking noises as he worked up and down on the shining instrument.
Richie began to act silly, giggling and complaining that Robby was tickling him as he suckled on Penny's dazzling breasts. His teeth were gnawing on her nipples, and Penny was whimpering and moaning, her head thrown back and her mouth open, her ears listening to the delicious noises Robby's mouth was making as he manipulated the prick deep inside it, laving the head of it and then stroking down to the base with his wet tongue.
Penny stared. Each time Richie's slick prick vanished into Robby's mouth, she felt a spear of delight penetrate to her very core. Robby was as excellent a cocksucker as he was a cunt licker, working his jaws, huffing and puffing. Richie's lower body undulated as Robby scrambled his prick and his balls with his shivering tongue.
Robby seized the jutting penis with his teeth and then moved his jaw back and forth, opening his mouth and letting Richie shove his cock into it. His fingers scratched Richie's naked buttocks and gripped him, forcing his prick even deeper down his open throat.
Penny's pussy and asshole were blazing together now. Her whole body had broken out in sweat from the strong wine and the wild, erotic excitement. She was feeling dizzier as the moments passed. She finger-fucked her pussy while Richie cried out, his groin heaving, one blinding fury following another as Robby sucked and sucked.
She sat forward, and when Robby's mouth pulled off Richie's almost bursting penis, she bent her head and took it deep into her mouth, emulating Robby's skills, teasing the head with her tongue tip, licking down to his balls, then letting her tongue flutter up to the head again before swallowing the wet, slimy penis, moving her lower jaw rapidly. Richie was squirming and quivering as she held his balls and massaged them, moving her fingers rapidly as she'd seen young Robby do.
"Oh! OH!" Richie squealed, and quickly Penny pulled her mouth away, the corners of her lips leaking saliva.
"Don't come ... ohoooo, don't come, Richie!" she cried, slapping his face. The sudden shock of her hand across his cheek did the trick, and he was able to hold back. The very idea that a girl was sucking his prick and touching his balls had almost been all that was needed for him to shoot.
"Stand in front of me, both of you," she said after a moment. "I'm going to lick both your pricks at the same time. Would you boys like me to do that?"
They needed no urging. Facing each other, close together, Penny held their two pricks in one hand, jerking them and then bending down and letting her wet tongue lick up and down both long staffs. Then she held a prick in each hand and her mouth darted from one luscious head to the other, her tongue and lips caressing and stroking.
"Now, Robby," she said, releasing their gleaming tools, "be a good boy and get a little bottle from the pocket of my raincoat." She stood up and Richie put his arms about her waist and bent to kiss her wonderfully naked breasts.
"Here," said Robby.
"Okay, now the reason I want you both to put your pricks up my asshole instead of in my cunt," she said, loving the sound of the words she was using and the reactions on the boys' faces at the same time, "is that my cunt's still a little sore from Robby fucking it last night."
Richie looked at Robby. "You didn't tell me that you screwed her too!"
"You didn't even believe that she let me suck her pussy, did you? Hell, no! So who would expect a dumb kid like you to believe I fucked her?"
"Now never mind," said Penny. She was terribly anxious to see if what she'd planned was possible. She got down on the floor on her hands and knees. "Now, each of you take turns licking my behind, all of it, the little hole, too," she said, wiggling her deliciously nude bottom in their faces as they kneeled respectfully in back of her. She lowered her chest, and her breasts rubbed against the rough wooden floor of the cabin.
She felt her buttocks being spread open, her little pale brown asshole exposed. She felt a kiss, then more kisses, and then the very tip of a tongue dive into her itchy asshole. A second tongue stroked her bottom globes while the first worked pointedly at her anus. New emotions, quite unlike anything she'd expected, began to travel the length of her body, titillating her nipples and making her spine tingle. The tongue was now two tongues, and one of the boys was spreading her buttocks so wide apart she thought she would crack in half.
Oh, how Robby and Richie loved teasing and licking and kissing and even sucking on her asshole as Penny wiggled and rocked slowly back and forth, her nipples grazing the wooden floor as her asshole caught on fire and her clitoris responded, beginning to sting and flutter.
She rotated her hips now and her heart was palpitating, as one tongue after another made her asshole simmer. The sensations were wild, wilder than when the girl in camp so long ago had fingered her hole. The boys were now blowing hot air into her asshole and an all-consuming compassion for their tenderness flooded over her.
"Let me rest a minute, please," she exclaimed, and fell forward on the floor. Turning her head, she saw the boys kissing each other while each played and jerked the other's hot, erect penis. She adored them. They seemed so much alike when they were hugging and kissing and massaging the other's prick.
"I think I'm ready now, darlings," she said. She resumed her kneeling position, asking Robby for the blanket on the end of the bed so she could rest her face on it.
"Okay. Who wants to be the first to fuck me up the ass?" she laughed, feeling the wine coursing through her veins.
"I think Robby should go first, don't you, Robby? After all, he's already screwed and I'm still a virgin."
"Okay," answered Penny, "let him be the first. You see, no one's ever fucked my ass before, so I'm a virgin there too."
Richie giggled at her dirty talk. He shoved Robby manfully. "Okay, you first, Mr. Breining."
"First, stick the neck of the bottle into my asshole, Robby, and let lots of the oil go in. It's going to hurt me, I know. You've got such a big one."
"You think it'll fit, Penny?"
"It'll fit, darling. Don't worry, it will fit."
Robby inserted the neck of the bottle easily. Her asshole was well-lubricated with the boy's saliva, and Penny's asshole muscles accepted the rounded neck of the bottle.
"Dump about half in," Penny said, having to laugh at her instructions. The whole scene seemed ridiculous at the same time it both terrified and excited her. Her ex-husband Georg should see her now!! Stark naked, down on her hands and knees, her long hair falling over her head, two naked fourteen-year-olds about to fuck her asshole. Georg would probably drink himself to death in five minutes.
"Okay, now, Robby, be extra careful until I tell you it's all right to put your prick in all the way. Take it easy, darling," she said, her breath coming fast, her heart pounding as she felt the head of his large boy prick touch her asshole.
Robby positioned his prick and aimed it, and slowly began exerting pressure. It wouldn't go in. And then, to his utter astonishment, it did! It slipped in just until he saw the velvet head was covered. Penny moaned and began to move slowly, still moaning, as the prick slipped again, and this time it dipped in another inch. Penny felt as though she were going to have a bowel movement right then and there. She gritted her teeth. Till now, she felt no excitement, no thrills whatever.
"A little more, darling," she whispered. "A bit more, but slowly. It hurts."
"Shall I take it out, Penny?"
"Oh, no. Heavens no. Leave it in and just push a bit harder, but don't fuck yet. Just push slowly and easily and I know your prick's going to slip all the way up and then I'll love it! I know I will!"
Robby pushed again but he couldn't force his prick in any deeper. As for Penny, the pain was increasing instead of diminishing, as she had hoped. Then she felt her sphincter muscle doing just the opposite of what she wanted it to. Robby's darling prick slipped out of her hot asshole. Looking down, he noticed he was losing his erection.
Penny sat up and faced them. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Robby and Richie. I guess it's not going to work. I think it's because we're all tired. That's probably it."
She was obviously disappointed. The boys saw this and both embraced her and kissed her face. Robby brushed her hair out of her face and Richie fondled her breasts tenderly.
"I really am sorry. I was so looking forward to it myself, and I thought it would make the both of you so happy, and you could tell your friends when you go back to school that you'd both fucked an older girl up her asshole."
The boys were silent, hugging and kissing and fondling her body. Both were now sucking on her breasts and Penny held their heads, smiling.
"Is that rain I hear?" Penny interrupted their nursing.
"It's rain," Robby answered. "I know what let's do, let's all go out naked in the grass in front of the cabin."
"Will anyone see us, Robby?"
"Nope. No one. It's too dark."
She grabbed the wine bottle and drank from it. She passed it to Robby and Richie. They both swallowed deeply.
Penny was radiantly happy now. The moment she felt the cleansing rain, her heart leaped. She ran, her naked buttocks quivering. She lay down on her back in the grass. It felt positively wonderful!
The boys kneeled on either side of her, then Robby started to crawl away. "Where you going, darling?" Penny called in a low whisper.
"To piss," he answered.
"Come back here. I'll hold it for you. I've always wanted to do that."
"I have to pee too," said Richie in a small voice.
"I'll hold yours too," Penny smiled.
She raised up and gave each penis a long, lingering suck and then she lay back again and spread her legs wide apart. "Robby, help me aim your pisser at my pussy ... your pee will cool it off for me." She looked up at Richie, Richard Timberly White the third! "Richie, you help me aim your weewee at my breasts, okay?"
When the warm urine from their spurting pricks splashed all over her naked body, Penny squirmed, holding tightly to the two flushing pricks until her entire shivering naked body was drenched with their piss.
Back in the cabin, Robby cleaned up. Penny rolled her skirt and cashmere up in a ball and put on her raincoat.
The boys walked her to the gate and they kissed good night, all three embracing.
"Robby, promise to phone me sometime this afternoon?" Penny asked, touching his crotch, his lovely prick still half stiff. She felt bad that he hadn't come.
"After we sleep, Richie and I have to fill out some stupid papers for next term. That'll take a while, huh, Richie?"
"Yeah."
"Well," said Penny, suddenly feeling very drowsy, "remember to call when you finish, okay?"
"Penny," said Robby, after a moment's reflection, "maybe you'd come over to my house and help with the stupid forms?"
"I'd love to, Robby. I'd love to help you. I'll bring my portable typewriter."
"No, that's okay. We got one."
"We have one, Robby," she said, correcting him.
"Yeah, we got one." This was the second time she'd corrected him, and she laughed, deciding she'd never do it again.
Robby gave her the address. Penny, seeing no one around-and it was very late-kneeled on the wet sidewalk in the drizzling rain and took out both their lovable pricks and sucked on each until it was rigid and pounding.
"Now, hurry home and suck each other off!!" she squealed, and without looking back, darted across the street into her apartment building ...
Chapter 14
WHEN PENNY LUCKNER AWOKE ABOUT NOON, SHE felt very safe and wonderfully secure. She stretched her naked body luxuriously, straining every muscle. She felt happy, joyful. The bright noon sun outside her open bedroom window added to her enchantment. She let her hands caress her nakedness, rubbing her fingertips over her nipples briskly, her perfect, pinkish nipples, which stiffened and responded erotically.
She cupped her vagina and loved the feel of her bushy pubic hair. She inserted one finger and she was still mushy. She hadn't showered before she tumbled into bed, and she imagined she could still smell the faint, delicate odor of the boys' urine that had showered her rain-wet body out in the sweet-smelling grass of Gramercy Park.
Rolling on one side, she stroked her buttocks and tentatively felt her asshole. It was very oily. Moving and looking over her shoulder, she had to laugh when she saw a round grease spot on the sheet. What would Clara, the maid, think of that? She experimented with one finger, dipping it slowly up into her greasy asshole. How easily it slipped in! And it felt strange and good to her. She trembled and then tried to insert yet another finger and this worked perfectly. She questioned why Robby had so much trouble getting his prick in last night.
Oh, how much she'd wanted that! She realized now that the desire to be fucked anally had grown to an almost consuming passion, and that the reason she'd been so nervous about it, her muscles not cooperating, was the residue of the anticipated rejection she'd felt all afternoon and evening until at last the telephone had rung and Robby offered his invitation. Truly, she had felt terribly lost, lonely, and abandoned until that telephone call.
Climbing from bed, she took her hair brush. She studied it. The handle was round, almost but not quite the thickness of Robby's golden prick. It certainly wasn't half as long, that was for sure! Grinning at her disheveled hair in the mirror, she fell back on the bed, and lying on her belly, gently inserted the handle up into her ass channel. It fitted smoothly and her muscles did not reject it. She began to move it in and out slowly. Then, increasing the speed, she raised up on her knees and pushed and pulled the brush in and out and in as deep as it would go.
Not a single pain! And she was enjoying the pressure. She thought she felt a twinge in her clitoris. She reached under with one hand and played with her clitoris with her fingertips and soon she felt the ebb and flow of her passion bewitching her mind and body as she increased the friction on the handle; her fingernails now swimming inside her pussy, agitating her tender tissues and puncturing deep in with the handle. She felt buoyant, and the excruciating joy she was receiving was making her feverish.
Really! "Really, there's nothing to it," she said aloud, and pulled out the handle with a soft plopping sound. She stood up, blew a kiss to her beautiful reflection in the mirror, and padded on bare feet to the bathroom. "Hello, Clara," she called toward the kitchen, and entered the bath, leaving the door open.
"Good morning to you, Mrs. Luckner," came the sound of the familiar voice. Clara had been working for her ever since she'd married Georg; when they were living together, Clara had worked full time.
While letting the shower thermostat adjust to the temperature she desired, she thought of the handle of the knife sharpener in the kitchen drawer. Her eyes brightened. If anything, this instrument was even larger and longer than Robby's penis. Reflecting, she decided that yes, the circumference was about the same, and even the rounded knob on the tip of it was about equal to the velvet head of Robby's darling prick.
She had seen Clara pass by and heard her now in her bedroom. Quickly she darted into the kitchen and rushed back with the knife sharpener. She closed and locked the door. It wasn't unlike Clara to walk in even when she was sitting on the toilet with the door closed. It would just never do to let Clara see what she had in mind to do with the instrument she held in her pretty hand.
She adjusted the three-way mirror so she could see the reflection of her shining buttocks as she kneeled on the bathroom floor. She wondered why she'd not had the idea of using this before-up her pussy when she'd been so terribly frustrated so often! But she dismissed the thought, and watching her reflection, saw the knob on the handle slowly slip into her asshole and then begin to penetrate deep as she slowly pushed it in. There was some local pain but it didn't deter her. The pain even felt good as the staff of the handle sank deeper. She spread her thighs farther apart, and still watching the fascinating scene, and enjoying the pleasure-pain sensations immensely, began to work the instrument deep in and almost all the way out, slowly at first, then more vigorously, finally setting a rhythmic pace that soon had her body vibrating and her hips rotating. Her breasts were undulating and the entire sight was wild!
Already she could feel her juices gathering inside her pussy. She pinched her clitoris and a gigantic spasm shot through her body. Ah, yes, she sighed to herself, halting the motion of the handle, watching it grotesquely protruding from between her rounded buttocks, the sight really amusing her and making her giggle. Yes. Yes! It works!
Pulling it out, she held her fingers on the point of full penetration. She measured the length of the handle that had been up her ass against the height indicator on the bathroom scale. Christ! she exhaled, almost six-and-a-half inches! Curious now, she lay on her back on the floor and inserted the greasy handle up into her pussy, and then, pulling it out, she measured it at seven-and-a-half inches. Ah, so her asshole capacity was just one inch less than that of her pussy! As isolated facts went, this was interesting news.
Happy and impressed with her new discovery at the ancient age of thirty, Penny rushed naked to the telephone in the living room. Information gave her Robby's number. She dialed it. It was answered on the second ring and she recognized her young lover's masculine voice. How like a man he sounded!
"Robby, this is Penny."
"Jeesus, do we need you, Penny. We're in all kinds of trouble!"
"What trouble?" Her heart leaped! Had it something to do with the park?
"My stupid father came home in the middle of the night unexpectedly and caught Richie and I right in the middle of it. We were sixty-nine, you know what that is, and we didn't hear him at all. The rotten, no-good sneak spied on us for minutes before we even got wise!"
"Then what ... ?"
"He whipped the shit out of both of us with his belt, that's what! And I'm running away, that's what else!" he said, the determination in his young voice striking a new fear in Penny's belly.
"Wait a minute ... wait a minute, darling. Does he know anything about me?"
"-and probably you too, Penny," Robby interrupted.
"Listen to me, Robby, just listen. Where is your father now?"
"Probably down at Pete's. You know, where I met you selling papers. He goes there because it's close. He's like a mad bull. Christ, what he didn't call us! He's even threatened to pull me out of school and send me to jail. But he can't do that. My schooling's all paid for through college. My mother did that."
"Robby, he's there now, right? Listen, darling. Let me do something about this. I'm sure I can. I don't know just what this minute, but I'll think of something. Your little moon-maid's not a dumb bunny ... "
He laughed. "I know that. Really, Penny, you'll try something ... to fix it up? Like what? I can't think of anything," he said wearily. "Nothing. Richie's scared to death my father's going to tell his father. He promised to. They know each other pretty well."
"Robby, I'll leave word with the doorman at my place to let you kids come into my apartment. You both come over here now and I'll dress and go down to Pete's. You both stay here until you hear from me, understand?" Penny felt a curious strength simmering in her body. She felt strangely protective. And oddly enough, she felt no fear of what she felt she had to do. This wasn't at all like her, to walk in where angels feared to tread, but walk in she was going to do!
She hung up when Robby agreed to her plan. She showered quickly, dressed as sexily as possible-in a pale lavender sweater that molded her swollen breasts so tight that her nipples were more prominent and visible than in the yellow cashmere. She put on a very short wrap-around skirt of a deeper shade of lavender. This allowed her long, shapely naked legs to be exposed almost up to her buttocks, which curved deliciously. She knew that if she as much as leaned over, her naked behind would be revealed. Slipping a new pair of leather sandals on her little feet, she brushed out her hair, tied a yellow ribbon, Indian fashion and now the mode, around her forehead. She hurried out the door, down the elevator, around Gramercy Park, down Irving Place, and then walked slowly, seductively, into Pete's Tavern.
Chapter 15
ROBERT FREDERICK BREINING SENIOR, AT FIFTY years of age graying at the temples, with thoughtful brown eyes, particularly handsome features, a strong, well exercised body, and long, sensitive fingers sat now in a darkened booth in Pete's Tavern. Before him on the table were two glasses, one empty and one half full.
The bustling luncheon crowd usually associated with Pete's at this time of the weekday were either skipping lunch or eating elsewhere in the quiet neighborhood. No one sat at the bar. The booths on either side of him were empty. The television set in the corner was on but the sound had been turned off. Bob the bartender, working the swing shift into days for the balance of the week, was pouring the dregs from nearly empty bottles into others containing more booze. He thought more than once, as he glanced over at the lone gentleman sitting in the most secluded of the booths, how close a resemblance he bore to the young newspaper kid he'd met two nights ago and with whom he was now a business partner. Last night, before he went home early, he had sold all the kid's papers, some for as high as fifty cents. Oddly enough they were both making money, and the late customers like the idea of the papers being there for sale. The kid, Bob mused, appreciated the relationship, and that's important, you know, he said to himself, helping youth get the feel of reality, work, money, and stuff like that-there ...
Yes. The brooding gentleman looked so much like the kid, the kid could have easily been his son.
He heard the door open and glanced up. Holy Jeesus! he muttered under his breath. It was Mrs. Luckner. Christ, he breathed, what was she up to? Her costume was fantastic. He felt his prick give a jolt when he saw her flashing naked thighs and her lovely full breasts bouncing and quivering under her tight sweater. What the hell's gotten into her? he wondered. It was the difference between day and night! She was all smiles.
"What are you doing here at this hour?" she asked brightly, her eyes exploring the bar, spotting and recognizing Robby's father instantly. There was no question. That was just how Robby was going to look when he was older. And God, how handsome!
Bob explained the swing shift and then gave her a scotch. "And how about you, Mrs. Luckner? How come you're here this time of day-if it's any of my nosy business?" he grinned.
He found it hard to keep from staring at her nipples. The sweater was so tight she just might as well have been naked, every lovely curve of her ripe, molded breasts visible.
"I feel good, Bob. I'm out of the doldrums ... at last."
Bob looked over her shoulder. The gentleman in the booth swallowed the balance of his drink. "Another one, sir?" Bob asked.
Robert Breining looked up. "Yes. Make it a double, if you please." Then he stood up, carrying the two empty glasses. He stood at the bar waiting for Bob to fix the drink.
"Sit down, sir, I'll bring it over to you," said Bob amiably.
"No, that's fine. I think I'll drink it here and be off." He was standing a seat away from Penny. They caught each other's eye and she smiled. He nodded and wanted to smile, but didn't.
Penny was fascinated with his face. Every single feature was reproduced in his son's, even his cute ears. She felt a slight tremor pass through her body when she glanced down at his lower body, much in the same way she remembered appraising young Robby when he had stood selling his papers in the exact spot his father now occupied.
She began wondering about the size of his penis when she felt his eyes on her breasts. She turned and looked at him. She smiled again. She had to take the plunge quickly, if he was planning to leave. But he spoke first.
"I've seen you in the neighborhood, I think," he said, his voice not unlike Robby's. He introduced himself then and Penny told him her name, leaving off the "Mrs." "Yes," she added. "I live on the east side of Gramercy Park, have for about ten years," she smiled prettily.
"Oh, is that so? I live on the northwest corner, but we're newcomers, only about five years."
"You and your family?"
"No. Well, yes. My son and I. I'm divorced."
"So am I."
"Any children?" He sipped thoughtfully from his glass, his eyes flowing over her sexy body furtively. She looked to him somewhat like a high-class prostitute dressed so scantily, but she spoke like an educated woman, her voice attractive and appealing to him.
From the end of the bar Bob watched them talk. He felt a twinge of jealousy, and he couldn't believe that Mrs. Luckner had changed so radically ... in a mere two days. Monday night she was six feet deep in her own misery. Today she was floating on clouds, bright and happy and almost too much alive, especially in that scandalous dress.
"Just one boy, ten years," Penny answered, adding that this year Jeff was with his father, next year he would be with her. Mr. Breining commented on her youthful appearance, not wanting to believe she had a son that old.
"Oh, he's that old all right, and he's got me worried." She thought her lead-in couldn't have been more ideal. Now she knew just what her plan would be.
"Curiously, I'm having a rather serious problem too," the distinguished gentleman said. "My Robby's got me all muddled today," he said quite seriously, a firmness gripping his mouth. At the sound of her boy lover's name, Penny felt a vibrant twitching in her pussy. Was she in love with the young kid?
"Penny, would you care to join me at the table? I mean, if you have a few minutes. Maybe we could help each other ... being old parents, I mean," he grinned pleasantly.
"Since we both have young boys, maybe we could, at that," she smiled. "Mine's a little bugger. He needs a daddy."
"And when I tell you that my boy is probably worse, I mean it. And what Robby needs is a jail term in Delinquency High."
Penny swished into the darkened booth. She saw the man's quick eyes dart to her bare thighs, lingering and then looking away politely. She wondered if he saw her dark nest of pussy hair when her skirt flared open, before she closed it demurely. She felt his eyes on her quivering breasts as she made herself comfortable. He carried both their drinks to the table and sat next to her on the outside.
Bob shrugged his shoulders. You can never tell, he admitted dryly to himself, shaking his head. When Penny had slithered into the booth his eyes were hypnotized by her naked thighs. He saw that her pussy was bare! First he spotted the white curve of her bare buttocks, and then he saw the dark, mossy pussy hair between her milky white thighs. Oh God, he moaned to himself.
Penny could feel the heat of the man's body close to hers. She promptly took the initiative and spelled out a long but concise story of her son's involvement with an older boy in his school. They had been caught having homosexual relations, her son being the aggressor in the fantasy she was weaving, and this fact bewildering her. But, sadly and unjustly, the older lad had been put on report and punished, while her son went free. Her ex-husband had been called up to the school. He was outraged. He had telephoned her only a week ago, soliciting her advice.
She looked up at Robby's father, her eyes unusually soft, a helpless expression shadowing her face. Inwardly she was smiling. Her story sounded quite, quite convincing, judging by the interested look in her partner's dark brown eyes. He had the same eyes as Robby.
"This is a coincidence," Mr. Breining remarked. "Indeed it is!" His features dissolved into a scowl. Then he softened. "Only last night," he began, and then went on, quite candidly, to report exactly what Robby had told her over the telephone, but adding details that Robby hadn't, and exaggerating slightly by saying he had them locked in the boy's room.
"But, since this incident, I've been doing a lot of reading, Robert-he had asked that she call him this if he was to use her first name-and I've learned a great deal about sexuality that I'd never known. I even had to admit to myself that when I was a young girl I'd several times hugged another naked schoolmate in bed during sleep-over's."
Robert F. Breining Senior was listening attentively.
"And at the time I felt guilty about it, but now that I'm mature and a mother, I tend to view the whole subject as part of growing up."
"But boys are different," he argued. "Don't you think?"
"Well, I only know my own situation, about Jeff, I mean. I didn't think he should be punished as my ex-husband decided he should be. You know, pulled out of school, put into another, a change of environment, of close friends, including the little faggot my son is said to have literally raped. Imagine a boy of ten raping a boy of twelve?" she laughed.
"You mean it went that far? Sodomy?"
"So they say."
"Oh, my Lord. I never thought of that! Do you suppose Robby and this Richie are ... are doing that?"
Penny looked him right in the eye. "When you were young and probably in the same academy your son is in-he nodded affirmatively-"did you ever have a homosexual experience, Robert?"
Robert Breining sat back. He put his well-shaped hands on the table. He looked at her once, and then turned and looked extremely flustered! He seemed to be considering an answer, then he looked back into her eyes, his lips slightly parted. "I just realized that I did ... in fact, several times. Lord help us! I really had forgotten."
Penny smiled coyly. "Well," she smiled at him, admiring his teeth and his cleanly shaven face. "Then what's all the excitement?"
He reflected momentarily, then his face brightened. He toasted her with his glass. "I guess it's not half as bad as I thought. After all, nothing drastic happened to me sexually. I've always enjoyed heterosexuality," he grinned. "With pretty girls," he winked, "and I'm not making a play for you, twinkle eyes, even if you are pretty."
"Well, thank you, Mr. Breining."
"You're very welcome, Mrs. ah ... ?"
"My married name is Luckner."
He looked startled. "You were Georg Luckner's wife? I wonder why I never met you!"
"I don't. At least during the time I was married to Georg." Penny asked him about his acquaintance with her ex-husband, and he mentioned that he'd met him at one of the annual meetings of the Gramercy Park Committee, the watchdogs of the special and very exclusive park and the four streets that bounded it.
He then urged Penny to finish her drink and he ordered a refill from Bob, who obliged, but Penny thought she detected a kind of critical look in old Bob's protective eyes. She smiled up at the bartender when he placed the drinks on the table, wanting to reassure him that she was in safe hands. Bob acknowledged it with a kind resignation indicated by shrugging his shoulders and the beaming smile he wore when he served her alone was recognizably subdued.
"You know, Penny," Robert Breining went on, not wanting to leave the subject, "I guess what cured me was my first girl friend. I mean, probably that was the reason that those brief homosexual encounters, and now I can't even honestly recall the boys' faces, were insignificant in my growing-up process. Believe me," he smiled handsomely, "once I had a taste of femininity, I was turned loose like a colt on a prairie. Until I married Robby's mother, I confess to once thinking I suffered from satyriasis, I had so many girls and even an older woman. Would you believe it, I remember losing my virginity when I was just one year older than Robby, my son."
Penny didn't interrupt him while he spoke; she felt confident that the pressure he'd been anxious to put on Robby had all but dissolved. She could tell that he agreed with her that youthful homosexuality was par for the course in growing up and especially for youths in expensive, private, all-boys' schools.
She was also conscious of his keen and penetrating glances at her firm breasts almost obscenely outlined under her sweater. Once she actually caught his eyes searching, could almost feel them caressing her erect nipples, and he coughed uncomfortably and shut his eyes. When they opened he was glancing down at the floor. This made her smile.
"You know, Penny, I really appreciate this little conversation we're having today. As a matter of fact, you've enlightened me! I suppose I'll simply have to overlook his shenanigans with Richie, and try to get him fixed up with a girl who can understand the problem." He lit her cigarette when she put a fresh one into her silver holder, then his own. "By chance, just by chance, you don't know of any young, but wiser girls who ... who might be interested in ... in, shall we say, training a young boy like Robby? You know, getting him interested in girls' bodies instead of boys ... "
Without answering him, she went on to say that she thought this was a splendid idea, but inwardly she felt a sharp pang of jealousy at the idea of her wonderful Robby in the arms of any other female. She mentioned that she'd once read a joke about a father "fixing up" his adolescent son with a prostitute ...
"Oh, that would never, never do, Penny. Never! There's the problem with disease and even scandal, were the girl in question to discover that I was his father. Never!"
Penny thought to herself that if she could keep it going along like this, he might just make the suggestion that had been setting her imagination on fire since Robby's father first suggested that an understanding female might teach his son the exciting game of heterosexual love.
"I would pay the girl generously, and Robby would never have to find out that it was a put-up job," he smiled. "Perhaps we could hire an actress or someone older. Their meeting could be arranged to appear accidental. She would teach him. He would change his sexual inclinations from boys to girls the way it should be, and I'd have nothing to worry about then ... except possibly ... " He cut himself off here and stared at her.
"Penny ... ?"
"Yes? Yes, Robert?" She knew it was going to happen now. He was going to ask her to be the understanding woman. Her emotions welled up inside her and she felt her heart almost stopping. She felt like a toy egg beater was spinning inside her pussy.
He shook his head. "Oh, no," he said, more to himself than to her.
"Excuse me, Robert?"
"Excuse me, Penny," he said, his face deadly serious.
She laughed, the merry tinkling of silver bells. "I want another drink, Mr. Breining!" She knew he had almost asked her, and she knew he would eventually. He was obviously trying to summon up his courage, find a polite and inoffensive way to approach her.
"And so do I, Mrs. Luckner. So do I!" He called Bob, and Bob, no longer amused at the serious conversation at the table, made two new drinks and carried them over, his face as stiff as if he'd been at a funeral.
"Penny ... Penny," he said, wanting to start again, probably deciding that all she could do was reply in the negative, and she would surely understand his asking her, because she did have a total understanding of the problem. "Oh, no. No. No!"
"You've got me confused, Robert."
"You've searched your files and you don't know anyone, a pretty girl, say in her twenties, intelligent, understanding of young boys' sexual problems in finding a tender -I mean, who would be tender with the boy and explain her body to him and his to himself?"
"Not a soul."
"Not a soul," he repeated sadly. "You know, it just occurred to me that Robby's pal could use some of the same educational therapy. Perhaps I'll telephone his father, saying nothing of course about Richie's and Robby's involvement, saying I'd read about this in some sexual hygiene manual. Probably he'll come up with the name of a young girl whose services we might employ. Does that sound reasonable, Penny?"
"Very reasonable. I think your Robby and this Richie, his friend, would be happy, to say the least. They'd both probably go out of their minds!"
"I guess they might. Christ," he smiled, "I wish my old fuddy-duddy of a father had done the same for me, that is, what I now really intend to do for my son. Your idea's a brilliant one, young lady."
"I'm not that young, Mister Breining!"
"Oh, Penny. Not that young, but you are young!"
"I'm thirty. Just!" she laughed. She felt like twenty!
"Well, you certainly don't look it," he exclaimed. "If I had to guess your age when you first walked in, I would have doubted the bartender would serve you."
"Seriously, Robert?"
"Quite serious, Penny. My Lord, you look younger and sexier ... with that sweater, that skirt that's almost not a skirt, if you don't mind my saying so, and your hair all over your shoulders and your youthful complexion and your ... "
" ... My youthful breasts ... " she giggled, thrusting out her voluptuous breasts and undulating her body gaily. "I know what you mean, Robert. The way you see me now is exactly the way I looked when I was twenty-two."
"Penny," he said, again very serious, keeping to his point, "does twenty-two sound like a good age for this girl we have in mind?"
"Sounds just right, Robert."
"Well, good then. We've reached a scientific decision."
Penny remembered Robby mentioning that he wanted to be a scientist like his father. Cleverly changing the subject, Penny soon had Robby's father telling her about his work in oceanography and maritime genetics, in which he'd been deeply and profoundly involved all his adult life. He mentioned that his son shared his interests.
Penny refused another drink but said she'd keep him company while he enjoyed his.
"Does your son and this boyfriend of his have sex ... I mean, get together, often, Robert?"
"Once is enough for me. I couldn't believe my eyes the way they were going at each other!"
"Not sodomy?"
"No, Lord help us! They were using their mouths."
"You know, Robert, candidly speaking, I see nothing really wrong with that. Women use their mouths on men's genitals and men on women's ... all the time. It's gotten to be so natural, I read. Not like it used to be even when I was a young girl."
"I guess so," he smiled, remembering her age and quickly estimating that he was just about nineteen years older than she. That wasn't too much of a disadvantage. In fact, Richie's father was remarried to a woman twenty-two years his junior.
They sat silently for a while. She looked up at him. She decided that now seemed to be the perfect time. Now or never, she told herself, and felt a wild shiver spread over her body, and three successive spasms sparkle inside her pussy.
"Robert, I think it's really going to be difficult to find the right kind of girl. I've been wracking my brain while I've been listening to you talk, and I can't think of anyone ... anyone who would really understand."
His eyes lit up. Maybe if she volunteered, he was thinking, he'd save her a mighty embarrassment.
"It just this moment occurred to me, that if everything else were equal, I mean, with absolute discretion, that I might be the kind Girl Scout."
He looked shocked, but she saw through it.
"Oh, never! Never, Penny. That would be impossible! Why, you live right here on the park. We do, too. You could never disguise your beauty! That's for sure!"
"What struck me, Robert, was that in all these years of living right across the park from you and your son, I've not seen you once."
"If you played this part, Penny, and you do agree with me that it's very important, and especially now, what with the contingencies, fate would be sure to have you and Robby meet."
"I don't agree. He is going away to school soon, isn't he?"
"About two weeks." He paused. "I was going to send the boy up to Cape Cod for a week before school, but a little while ago, after I'd caught him and Richie, I withdrew the offer."
"You know, that sounds like a good place for this experiment to take place. There are so many young, pretty girls up on the Cape, I'm sure that if, by chance, we ever did encounter each other down here in the city, your Robby'd only think that I looked similar to the girl who taught him the facts of life in one of those quaint, isolated cabins on the dunes around Provincetown."
"You're beginning to make me wish I were Robby."
"Yes. Yes, Robert, I think I'm game. And to tell you a kind of secret, the whole idea's beginning to appeal more and more. I have to laugh. Me with a young boy of fourteen ... me teaching him the function of his little penis ... me, naked and him examining my body, maybe kissing it. Say," she exclaimed, "wouldn't this be the joke of jokes if he fell in love with lovely, beautiful, older sexy me?"
They both laughed heartily.
"Penny, I'd pay for everything."
"You mean you think it's a good idea, Robert?"
"Well, if you want the truth, I actually think it might work. God, if anyone can blast homosexuality out of him, it's you. You even make my eyes water looking at you; you're ravishing, you know?"
"Why, thank you, Robert. You're very kind."
"Penny, listen, if you are game and not teasing me, I'll be very generous. The boy means more to me than you know!"
"I have enough money, thank you," she smiled, and pressed his hand. "You could take me to dinner when it's all over, however. That would be nice!"
Spontaneously, Robert Breining threw his arms around Penny's shoulders and embraced her. "God, I'm so grateful to you, Penny. Believe me, you'll never know. And I know this adventure will be a success."
"You'll make all the arrangements, then ... and let me know?"
"To the last detail!" he assured her.
"Very well then, Robert," she said softly, inordinately pleased with her campaign, "If you promise to overlook Robby's episode with young Richie and pretend to him that it never happened, I'll be on your side. I'll even compose a written report," she laughed happily. "Oh, lord, this might be fun!" she exclaimed.
"I envy my son," he said solemnly.
She squeezed his shoulder. She laughed. "I was just thinking, Robert, and you'll probably think that this is not very funny, but maybe I could go into business ... " She giggled merrily, " ... and even offer refresher courses to older men who hang precariously on the cliff edge of homosexuality." Her wild laughter was contagious, and he roared along with her, much to Bob's acute consternation.
They left the bar arm in arm.
Chapter 16
PENNY LUCKNER LET HERSELF INTO HER APARTment. From the doorway she saw the sad spectacle of Robby and Richie sitting forlornly on the leather couch, their legs parted and their young bodies hunched over, both suffering the acute miseries of those about to walk to the gas chamber.
Four empty beer cans sat on the long coffee table in front of them. The single ashtray was overflowing with half-smoked, stubbed-out cigarettes. And, as if to make matters worse and the atmosphere more gloomy, a Bach "Solemn Mass in G" was sluggishly approaching its morbid finale.
Since they'd been admitted to the apartment by Charlie, the doorman, they'd argued their case until each was blue in the face, trying to find a rationale Robby's father would accept. Now they were totally resigned to completing a suicide pact!
Each was quietly itemizing the details of his last will and testament when they heard Penny laugh.
She jumped up on the end of the couch. "Young homosexuals, young perverts, you cocksuckers, bad, bad boys, filthy-minded creatures, harken thy ears and listen to me!!"
"She's gone batty!" Richie observed.
"Looks like it," Robby concurred.
Penny plopped down on the couch like a young kid and roared with laughter. They both stared at her as if she'd suffered a violent nervous breakdown with all the symptoms of a maniac.
But her joyful laughter reached them, and soon neither could resist a smile.
"I came, I saw your father, Robby, and I conquered him!" she exclaimed, standing up again on the couch and folding her arms like General Patton ... or was it Mussolini? She couldn't remember.
"You saw him?" Robby asked eagerly.
"Relax, m'laddies," she grinned. "You're both home safe, thanks to little Penny here."
"You mean that? Even me?" Richie asked, his voice squeaking.
"Yes, you little cocksucker!" she laughed again. She felt absolutely ecstatic! What a grand ploy she'd pulled!
"If one of you perverts will-"wild laughter"-make Penny about two fingers worth of scotch and lots of ice cubes, she will give you both a full report on the engagement with the enemy at Pete's Tavern.
They both rushed to the kitchen, and she doubled over, still roaring. Tears filled her eyes as the image of the two of them sitting so forsakenly on the couch passed her eyes again and again. Oh, these kids!
She wiped her eyes, but each time she tried to be serious, the wild mood would sweep over her and she'd first begin giggling and then burst out into uncontrollable spasms of laughter.
In the kitchen she heard Richie say: "I really think she's lost her marbles, Robby."
"I admit she's a little scary," was the answer.
"She's freaking out!"
"And so am I," Robby said soberly.
"Come in here, you two!" Penny yelled. "Right now!"
It took her fifteen minutes to relate the whole story, and when she finished, both young boys looked like lumps of melted butter. They were both all over her, her short wrap-around skirt around her waist, her long hair all mussed up, her sweater up to her neck. They showered her with bear hugs, wild embraces, mushy wet kisses, and repeated words of eternal gratitude for her peace-making voyage into the lion's den.
"Well now, young lovers," she said, trying to catch her breath after the frantic, often hilarious display of affection and gratitude, "we've got to be very careful how we proceed."
"Yes, yeah," said Richie. "We've got to cool it."
"I can hardly believe it's true," Robby said. Penny saw tears of relief watering his eyes. She took him in her arms and wiped away his tears with her lips. Then she hugged his face to her naked breasts and he began to sob and shiver as she held him tightly.
"Didn't I tell you I'd solve the problem, you nitwits?"
"But it was not solvable," Robby sobbed, clutching her warm nakedness close to him, his fingernails scratching her flesh, his lips kissing and kissing her silky breasts. "I don't know how you got through to him. He's such a no-good cranky bastard!"
"Now, listen, I found him to be a real gentleman who has a lot of understanding. Listen, I didn't have to persuade him at all. He persuaded me!"
"It's still incredible," said Robby, drying his tears on Penny's breasts, rubbing his face in the deep valley and across her pretty pink nipples.
"It's our good luck. Let's look at it that way," she smiled. "Now, let's all drink to our success, and then, Robby, you'll call your father and explain that you and Richie took a walk to talk things over and that you'll both be home shortly and have a little talk with him about sex and things and say that maybe he might have some kind of suggestion-and he'll tell you, Robby, about the plan he and I have, except he'll not spell it all out. He'll tell you you're going up to the Cape ... "
"That's where his experimental station is, Penny."
"Yes, and then when you're there, the 'accidental' meeting will take place. Now, you must not slip or give him any indication that you know what's to happen. That would ruin all of us."
"Don't worry, I can cool it," he said, his fingers now trailing inside her naked thighs, then combing her lush black pussy hair.
"What about me?" asked Richie, the squeak still in his young voice. "He won't tell my father?" Penny could see Richie was still uneasy about his own fate.
"No. Listen, I told you Robby's father has put the whole thing out of his thoughts. It just never happened."
"What a load off my shoulders, if that's really true," Richie said. He let Penny put her arm around his shoulders and drag him close to her other side. He buried his young face in the soft flesh of her neck and she rocked them both as if they were babies.
"I think we should celebrate or something!" Penny said, leaping up. "But first, dear ones, Robby should call his father and say you'll both be home for supper. Say you're both playing handball in Central Park ... Oh, no! Say nothing with the word 'ball' in it," she roared. "Say you're both going shopping for extra-curricular reading in marine science at Scribner's on Fifth Avenue, and would he be good enough to call up their manager and explain that what you're buying is to be charged to him. Doesn't that sound perfectly, sublimly, reasonable?" she asked, snickering as a new rash of laughter bubbled up in her core and threatened to explode with every new, hilarious thought.
"Come with me. I don't want to talk to him with no one near me."
"I'll come with you, too, darling," Penny laughed, and after several moments the phone call was completed. Robert Breining Senior pledged to call the store manager and furthermore to take both boys out to dinner at a men's restaurant in Chelsea.
"See! It's all fixed up! Now we have about two hours to have some fun together," Penny grinned. "Take off your clothes, both of you."
She gripped hold of their naked pricks and backing away, led them to her bedroom. Their pricks began to harden in her hand. She had to smile, looking at their angelic young faces, their youthful shoulders and boyish bottoms. She had fallen in love with boys' bodies, so sleek and masculine without being adult, their skin so smooth and their sparse growth of pubic hair from which their clean, healthy young pricks seemed to grow like young, sturdy saplings-oh how marvelous life was! How good it was being to her now!
She felt a weird compassion for other women her age, in similar conditions or positive predicaments, stunned, as she embraced both their naked bodies, pressing hers against theirs, with her phenomenal good fortune!
"Come. Lie down, both of you, and show Penny exactly what you both were doing when the old monster walked in."
It was here that Penny made her decision. The more thought she'd given to introducing and maintaining the heterosexual course for the boys, the more certain she had become that they needed homosexuality between them only as a boyish reaching out for sexual knowledge.
She was sure they could be convinced, indeed convince themselves, that they had a healthy, sexually vibrant woman between them to share, all her delicious morsels readily available to their fingers, their little boy lips and their inquiring, wiggling tongues, but most of all, their darling youthful pricks.
Watching this demonstration would be the last time the boys would need each other to her own exclusion. She was sure she'd made the proper decision, and that her thinking was neither stiffly moral nor illogical. She was amused at her clinical approach as she heard them laugh when she pulled down the coverlet and bared the white sheets.
Watching from a chair close to the bed, she saw them assume the sixty-nine position, each lovable prick now bursting with energy and close to an open mouth. In seconds, each was licking the other's rigid penis, tongues slapping against strong staffs, lips kissing almost as tenderly as girls kiss. Each fondled the other's balls and then gracefully slipped their fingers up and down the penis so enticingly close to their parted lips.
Robby seemed to be the leader. Whatever he did, or whatever he initiated with a motion of either his hands or lips or tongue, Richie would emulate.
"Both of you, suck hard." She cupped her heavy ripe breasts as she sat down. "Does it feel good?" she wanted to know.
Each boy had the other's throbbing prick in his mouth, and they shook their heads and mumbled yes.
"Do it faster," she said, fingering her clitoris as she stared open-mouthed at the spectacle: two heads bobbing up and down, two shafts vanishing and then magically reappearing, all wet and glistening with saliva, Richie keeping pace with the speed of Robby's penis as it speared deep in and then out and back up, jabbing and penetrating.
"Suck on each other's balls," Penny ordered. She raised her legs and balanced her bare feet on the edge of the chair. She let her knees fall open and cupped her hairy pussy and rubbed vigorously over her dampening pussy lips and her itching clitoris.
Suddenly remembering her experiments with the knife sharpener and feeling a crazy sensation in her own pouting asshole which she was now fingering as she stared, she got up quietly and went to the bathroom. She found a tube of lubricant she couldn't remember purchasing. She sprayed her body with perfume, brushed out her hair, and on the way back stopped off in the kitchen and filled a new glass to the top with scotch. In several burning gulps she swallowed about a quarter of the contents, and in seconds she felt rosy all over. She smacked her lips and padded back to the bedroom.
Richie was making little animal cries as Robby was now really sucking his prick with mounting passion, as his cock was buried down Robby's throat.
"Don't either of you come!" she admonished softly, sitting again in the chair. Raising up her beautiful naked legs as before, she put the mouth of the tube to the entrance of her pale brown asshole. She pushed the tube in slightly and then squeezed and she could feel the greasy lubricant feeding up her asshole. She rocked her body to and fro and again squeezed the tube. She was taking no chances that either of them would fail to push his rock-hard prick deep up into her bowels now.
"Okay," she said at last, "I get the idea. Really cool, boys!" she joked in the vernacular. "Now I lay down and you both lick me all over ... and I mean all over, except for my asshole."
"Richie wants to go to the moon with you, Penny," Robby said. "Would you let him? He thinks I've got to teach him how to suck your cunt, but he'll learn all by himself, won't he, Penny?"
His voice was so tender, soft and boy-like now, she felt that her heart would burst with love for both of them.
"Okay, okay, yes," she said, blinking away a small tear that began to form. "Yes. Richie! Send me to the moon," she laughed, spreading her thighs wide apart and clasping him around the neck as he buried his face in her crotch. "Make my pussy sing a lover's tune," she joked, wondering how on earth she'd ever remembered the words to that once-popular tune.
She opened her arms and Robby fell into them, soon rubbing his face across her warm breasts, using his tongue to tantalize her nipples as she lay there feeling Richie's virgin tongue beginning to explore between her outer pussy lips. She started to undulate her hips and Richie kept the rhythm, not sucking yet but using his tongue, the tip of it, then the full length to penetrate deep inside her perfumed pussy.
"That's right, Richie ... that's good, little boy. That's just about right! Don't worry about doing it right. You'll learn how to suck ... won't he Robby?"
"Just cool it, man, and it'll come to you naturally," Robby advised.
Penny grinned. What was more magical than this? Closing her eyes and enjoying the probing tongue and the lips and teeth on her delicate nipples, feeling Robby's delicious body warmth close to her, the soft quiet of the late afternoon, the wonderful sensations creeping all over her trembling, clean, naked body, the memory of the conference with Robby's father, and the very happy solution to the boys' dreadful problem-nothing was more magical! Nothing!!
She began to feel drowsy, close to surface dreaming. She wanted a sip of scotch but was too lazy and too comfortable to sit up and reach for her glass. She breathed deeply, Richie's swirling tongue now leaping gallantly and knowingly inside her fiery hot pussy, Penny squirming and writhing languorously as Robby sucked her breasts into his mouth, his one hand down close to Richie's face, tickling her clitoris while his friend sucked and licked her nectar-sweet pussy.
"Oh, life, you're so good to me," she sighed aloud. Robby hugged her tighter and kissed her lips and she opened her mouth and sucked his tongue into it, biting it with her teeth, then plunging her wet tongue back into his mouth, squirming it around his teeth, inside his cheeks, then fencing with his tongue as she began to writhe on the bed, rotating and gyrating her hips as Richie learned how to suck and lick up the rich cream that was seeping out of her pussy, coating his worshipping tongue.
She was thinking she could go on like this forever, when suddenly, abruptly as thunderclap, the ear-splitting, piercing, strident noise of the telephone ringing made her leap off the bed!
"Holy SHIT!" she swore.
"It's only the phone," said Richie, looking up, his face smeared with her juices. She had to smile. He looked so cute and innocent and the expression in his clouded eyes was very funny to her.
"Oh, I know," she said sitting up, but I was having such a marvelous time." She slipped off the bed with some effort. I'll be back in seconds, don't either of you go away."
Chapter 17
WHEN PENNY RETURNED FROM THE TELEPHONE she saw Robby and Richie sucking each other's prick. She watched this idyllic scene for a moment or so, then she entered her bedroom and lay down on the bed on her belly, her exquisitely molded buttocks, so milky white and silky, now raised slightly as she slipped a pillow under her lower belly. She spread her legs apart and began to rotate her hips on the pillow, grinding her hot crotch against the cool material.
"That was your father, Robby. We have nothing to worry about now, absolutely nothing. And, Richie, that includes you, because Robby's dad has talked with your father ... generally, saying nothing at all about his catching you sucking each other ... mentioning only his idea about Robby and the 'girl' he'd meet in Provincetown who would teach him all about fucking and sucking and things," she laughed merrily, winking at both naked boys.
"So," she continued, "Richie's father knows a girl in P'town who will cooperate, and I'll betcha she's not as pretty or as sexy as me, and Richie'll go with her; you, Robby, will be with me."
She asked them to both fondle and play with her buttocks and her greasy asshole while she explained the balance of the phone conversation with Robert F. Breining.
She moaned, feeling a finger probing into the narrow opening of her asshole. How good that felt! She moaned again.
"Well, kids, this is what's going to happen. Tomorrow at noon, both of you are flying up to Boston, from there at about 4 p.m. to the Cape, across the bay on a small inter-island plane. From there you'll fly in a seaplane to your father's experimental station where you'll spend the night, because he couldn't get reservations until the day after tomorrow. When you get up you'll fly back again in the seaplane to P'town and check into the Black Dog Inn, where a room'll be waiting for the two of you. How does that sound? All that wonderful flying!?"
The kids were ecstatic. They were slapping her bare buttocks, spanking her playfully, and she was already beginning to feel weird tingling sensations radiating all over her groin and up to her breasts, flattened on the sheet, her bottom cheeks elevated by the large, stuffed pillow. Now she could feel a finger sneaking up into her bleating vagina, at the same time one sunk into her asshole about two inches worth of probing, exquisite pleasure.
She was whimpering. The spanking continued, down her legs, then striking her bare buttocks with a loud cracking sound. Then she felt a mouth and lips brushing over the soles of her bare feet, then the underside of her little toes being licked. "Yes, lick my toes and my feet," she moaned, raising her feet in the air, parting her knees wider at the same time, rubbing her pussy against the fluffy pillow and enjoying the pressure on her clitoris.
Penny's face was buried in the crook of her arm. Her eyes were closed. She had no idea which young boy was doing what to her vibrating body, but she could feel hands and fingers fluttering all over, a tongue flashing on her wiggling toes, then a warm, wet mouth sucking on her big toe, and then a finger-or was it two-slipping into her greasy, pouting asshole. She felt more fingers marauding up inside her cunt, and one finger searching for her burning clitoris.
Nothing could be more wonderful than two delightfully naked young boys making erotic love to her steaming body, she thought, when suddenly she felt the pressure of something much larger than a fingertip against the opening of her itching, greasy asshole. She knew it must be a prick! And, secretly, she hoped it was Robby! She wanted her youthful lover to take her anal virginity, and more, since he'd yet to come off, shooting inside of her, she was dying to feel his thick, long, hot prick explode between her buttocks. As she lay there now, she was amazed at how often she had ruminated about this, and now it was happening!
Peeking, she saw it was Robby. She closed her eyes and spoke only once, saying "whoever it is who's going to fuck me up my ass, don't worry about hurting me, and if I yell out, for Christ's sake don't take out your prick ... okay, men?"
She felt two answering, affirmative slaps, one on either naked buttock, and then giggling, she clamped her eyes shut, reached down with one hand to grip her clitoris and waited for the marvelous prick to enter and begin fucking her asshole.
There could be no threat of interruption this time. She'd taken the phone off the hook.
Robby, on his knees behind her out-thrust buttocks, guided the head of his hot prick and rubbed it all over the small greasy opening, lubricating the velvet tip of his large boy prick before nudging it gently into the opening, which at first seemed to refuse to open, and then did magically.
He adjusted his position several times until it was just right. "You help me spread her cheeks," Robby whispered to Richie, who'd been cupping Robby's hanging balls as he stared, fascinated at the size of the head of his friend's prick and the tiny little hole it was expected to penetrate.
Richie sat closer, and with both hands stretched her bottom globes wider apart. Now her brown asshole was totally visible and it was pouting open just slightly as the tip of Robby's prick nosed against it.
Penny said, "Ugh!" when Robby gave a little shove. But his prick was beginning to slide into her asshole. She moved her hips gently, raising up off the pillow and even bringing her thighs closer together, and this did the trick! The prick slid in a whole two inches and Penny screamed! It felt so hot! It wasn't at all like the handle of the knife sharpener! Why? Then she realized it must be the curve of Robby's darling prick. The handle was straight.
Robby was patient for a moment, just kneeling and listening to Penny whimper and move gently, his prick up her ass now, his feeling the tightness of her narrow channel. When she began gyrating her hips again, asking for more, Robby pressed against her and shoved, in a little series of jabs forcing his gleaming prick up another inch, then another, staring down at it, hardly believing that it was truly burying itself up her tight asshole.
Penny was now moaning steadily and writhing her naked bottom, loving the fullness she was feeling up her asshole. She could feel his prick pulsating too. She began to rock her body gently, her fingers now pulling on her burning clitoris. She felt Robby wanting to fuck, but still being patient, understanding somehow that she wanted to get used to the large thick prick up her ass before he'd shove it all the way up to the hilt and then begin fucking her the way he knew she wanted.
Then he shoved, holding onto her narrow waist, gripping her flesh and pulling his body toward her buttocks, his prick penetrating to the hilt.
Penny shouted: "Whoof! Whoof! WHOOF!! Oh, my God, darling. Ohoooooooooo, it feels like it's the size of your arm ... but don't pull it out! I love it! Ohoooooooo, Robby ... I love it up there. It's so hot and thick. I can feel the pretty head of your prick. It's deep up my ass. Oh, Robby, darling. I love ass! I love your prick! I can see its darling little eye looking all around inside my dark asshole, wishing it had a light or something to see better with. Oh, Robby, fuck it now. Yesssssss, darling, begin to fuck me up my ass. Yes. That's it! Just like up my hot cunt, darling. Move it out a little bit, and then push it back in. Move it out more and shove it all the way deep back up into my asshole. Oh, my little boy ... yessssss, now fuck me harder. Use my asshole, Robby. Fuck it. Fuck my ass! Slap my cheeks!! Richie, while you watch Robby's prick go up my ass and slide out of it, slap my cheeks hard, Richie! Make them all red. Bright red! Make them sting with your hands, Richie ... while Robby shoves his precious prick in and out!" She was moaning and whimpering and stuttering and murmuring as Robby began to function like a dynamo and fuck her asshole with crazy rhythms as Richie slapped and spanked her heaving, rotating cheeks, Richie's eyes riveted to the greasy, shiny, glistening prick as it plowed in and out. He could hardly wait to do the same. How pretty her hole was, closing over his prick like his own lips would close over Robby's prick when he was sucking him off. He loved how the tight asshole wanted to clamp shut when Robby would pull all the way out and then jam back up, the asshole all creamy now and juicy and lots of hot, sucking, vacuum noises as the prick would shove in all the way up to Robby's balls with one mighty heave, Penny screaming and thrashing one arm, her other buried in her simpering crotch, her fingers wringing her clitoris ...
Penny was dripping with perspiration now as she fucked back violently on the impaling prick of her boy lover. She was grinding her hips and using her asshole muscles to eject the slamming prick when Robby would shove it, and the contrast of the two different pressures excited her wildly. She could almost keep the prick from sounding bottom, straining her body, squeezing her asshole, but Robby would push and push and his prick would slowly break through the muscle-resisting barrier and slam deep up into her, making her howl with pain and pleasure. Her moaning and occasional grunts, her sobbing and squealing was driving both young boys frantic. Richie was still slapping her buttocks harder and harder while his other hand jerked off his own prick, his fingers curling around it and jerking wildly as he stared at poor Penny writhing on the bed, crying aloud and whimpering steadily like a puppy dog that had been hurt.
Penny looked around. "Slow down, darling," she said. I can't take any more. I can't come somehow and it's getting so hot in there I think that if I farted you could light a cigarette with the flame shooting out. Your prick is boiling hot, darling!"
Slowly, tenderly, Robby let her ass muscles squeeze his prick out of her dark, oily hot asshole. It was magnificently erect and glistening from the oily grease and his own seminal discharges. He almost came twice but was able each time to strain and hold back the powerful feeling that was about to envelop him. He sat back on his haunches looking down at her crimson colored bottom, still stinging from Richie's fierce spanking.
Penny rolled over and sat up. Both boys went immediately to her and began to suck on her sweaty breasts, Penny holding their heads, her eyes closed, her asshole burning brightly and her emotions still at fever pitch as she felt the licking tongues gliding across her tingling nipples, their wonderful tongues licking all over her rich, ripe breasts, flowing into her armpits and then back over the silky flesh of her undercurves and then back up for their lips to close over her nipples and their teeth to begin nibbling and then biting the way they both knew she liked to have her nipples chewed on.
Listening to the grandfather clock strike the quarter hour, Penny's heart fluttered. They would have to leave soon. "Quickly," she said, "Robby, get on your back now and spread your legs. I'm going to lie on top of you, and you put your precious prick up into my cunt, okay?" She kissed Richie on the lips, holding his cheeks. "You, Richie, get into the same position you saw Robby in when he was fucking my asshole, and you get your nice prick up into my asshole like Robby did, and then," she sighed, her face brightening, "I'll have two, TWO wonderful hard cocks up my asshole and cunt at the very same time ... "
"That's possible?" Richie asked, bewildered. He thought he'd jerked off thinking about every possible position, but he'd never thought of this one!
It worked beautifully. Robby's prick sunk into her drenched pussy easily, up to the hilt. Penny just lay on him, loving the intense thrills that were surging through her body, the love she felt for young Robby making her heart flutter. When she felt Richie's hands on her buttocks, spreading them apart professionally, she opened her thighs wide to aid him, and soon she felt the head of his prick enter.
"That's right, Richie. Take it easy and it will slide in. That's how, Richie. A little more ... ohooooooooo, yessssss, lots more ... LOTS MORE, and now. DO IT NOW, Richie!! DOOOOOOOOOOO, it now ... Aghhhhhh, oh, God. Oh, GOD! Two pricks at once!! OH, GOD, TWO ... TWO hot pricks at once, one up my ass ... ohooooo, up my ASS! and the other ... the other ... the other ... Oh, shit, fuck me ... fuck me. Both of you, FUCK ME! Oh, God, oh, CHRIST IN HEAVEN, fuck me! Oh, Richie!! Richie! Richie, fuck it up deep, that's ... that's how ... oh, Robby, Robby!! ROBBY, buck up like that, yesssssss, deeper, scratch me, yes ... suck on my breasts ... suck on my nipples, yesssss, bite them. Bite them OFF! Oh, Richie, push ... pushpush push ... PUSH with all your might! Fuck my ass! Fuck my cunt! I'm going insane! I'm fainting. I'M GOING MAD!"
Her screams and her howling and wailing, her tiny whimpers and then her heaving sobs accompanied a violent orgasm, her sweating, feverish body squirming and twisting, her copious sweat mixing with Robby's under her, between their bodies, creating loud suction sounds as she squeezed him so tightly and almost bit off his tongue when the mighty blast of the orgasm exploded like an express train speeding into a solid stone wall!
She lurched so violently on Robby's prick and pulled herself back, that the thrust of her buttocks caught poor Richie unprepared and he was knocked completely off the bed onto the rug, his eyes wide with surprise and his prick still throbbing as though it was still buried up her sucking asshole.
"Ohoooooooooo," Penny wailed. "Ohoooooooooo, how beautiful. How beautiful. Christ! Oh God!"
She rolled off Robby, and then, her eyes hazy but still functioning, she saw Robby's prick looming up like a tower from his belly. She fell on it with her mouth and sucked it ferociously. With her hand she reached for Richie and he came up and snuggled in next to Robby, his prick now in Penny's hand while she sucked violently on Robby's powerful tool.
"Come ... come ... Robby! Come! Shoot off into my mouth, darling," she screamed, licking and chewing and jerking his prick and tickling and squeezing his balls, seemingly all at the same time. "Shoot off into my mouth. Oh, Robby, I want to drink your come, darling. Shoot! Damnit, shoot, come, ohooooo, darling, come into my mouth!"
These words, hot, dirty, and stimulating, proved to be more effective on Richie than Robby. Richie's cock in Penny's jerking hand began to leap and throb and she felt a joy rise in her. Richie was going to come! She knew it. She quickly raised her mouth from Robby's prick and plunged down on Richie's, and just in time, for he exploded that split second, his come jetting into her mouth, slamming against the inside of her cheeks, blasting against her whipping tongue and shooting down her throat as she plunged her face up and down wildly, her eyes closed and then opening, her fingers squeezing his balls and her other hand jerking Robby's cock into her mouth, coating her lips- and then a last bolt of his throbbing prick and the sperm shot against her left eye.
She lay with her face pressing against his still pulsating prick, her tongue licking it and her lips kissing it tenderly. Then she raised up and looked down at Robby.
"What's the matter, darling?" He looked so sad. "Tell Penny what's the matter, Robby."
"I can't come. I just can't come, Penny. I don't know what's wrong. But I get so close to it, about an inch, and then I can't come ... I mean when you're sucking me or when I'm fucking you up the ass or in your hot pussy. Something's wrong. I'm sure there is. Because I can come into Richie's mouth with no trouble at all. Right, Richie?"
"Well," said the satisfied Penny, "this seems to be a problem, but I'm sure we're going to be able to solve it up in P'town. You know, we only have until tomorrow to wait. Isn't that wonderful, boys?"
When the grandfather clock struck the hour, Penny managed to scurry the boys out and on their way across Gramercy Park to Robby's father, whom Penny, after the telephone call, now trusted implicitly to be understanding and wise in his treatment of the problem.
Robby and Richie had each asked her for a pair of her perfumed panties to take with them ... because tonight they were certain Robby's father would be much impressed if they slept in different rooms, and neither wanted to be too lonely before falling to sleep. Thus the silky panties to keep them company while they masturbated themselves to sleep, chewing on the crotch of the panties Penny had rubbed all over her dripping cunt just before they left, the material oozy with her creamy, sweet-smelling pussy juices.
Penny took a long hot bath, and then, after napping for several hours-a time of exceedingly pleasant sex dreams -she awakened.
Naked, she walked out into the living room. She glanced at the grandfather clock and saw that it was close to nine. She smiled to herself, rubbing her hands over her ripe breasts. She pinched her nipples and said "ouch," and then she reached in back of her and felt her greasy asshole. She smiled again and ran her finger up into it quickly, and she remembered sensations of the two exquisite pricks fucking her up there sent shivers through her body.
Deciding that she'd dress and go for her usual nocturnal drinks at Pete's Tavern, although Bob the bartender probably wouldn't be there, she left the apartment promptly at ten.
On the sidewalk, she circled the perimeters of the park once, and then using her key, she entered the north gate, crossing through the center of the strikingly green oasis, seeing young squirrels leaping and cavorting, an old man sitting alone drawing on his pipe, a forgotten bicycle, and a striped beach ball. She stopped by the park-keeper's cabin, and opening the door, entered. It was just as they'd left it the night before. She sighed deeply as she let the scene of her debauchery float across her mind. She licked her lips, recalling the boys playing with each other's rigid prick while she smeared her pussy juices all over her naked breasts, licking her fingers as they sat on the floor staring up at her.
She went out of the cabin and closed the door. She passed the statue of the majestic Washington Irving, and then walked down the sidewalk to the exit gate at the south end.
She couldn't remember being happier! Walking along, her long hair bouncing on her shoulders, her lovely, voluptuous breasts swaying sensually, just the suggestion of an itching right inside her pussy lips, she went through the door into Pete's Tavern.
She sat at the bar. The bartender was new. She ordered her drink and inserted a cigarette into her silver holder.
From behind she felt a light tap on her shoulder. She turned. Her eyes widened and her lips parted in complete surprise.
"Good evening, Mrs. Luckner. I had hoped that you would come. I've been sort of waiting for you," said the smiling, handsome lips.
"Good evening to you, Mr. Breining," she sighed, having to catch her breath.
He held out his hands. "Would you join me, Penny?"
Her bright eyes were beaming into his. "Yes. Yes, I would. I will, I would. I would!"
And here our little story ends. As we indicated earlier, it is a true story and the location is real and so are the people, although their names are different. Everything described exists and you can go see for yourself.
Someday when you've nothing better to do, why don't you take a walk to Gramercy Park, take a turn around the sidewalks and look through the. tall, iron fence. Of course, you'll not be able to enter because you have no key.
But maybe then you might recognize Penny. She lives here still and she is not much older, still as ravishingly pretty and she stands out in a crowd-should there ever be a crowd in Gramercy Park-which is doubtful.
You will surely recognize her if she should be seen in the company of a distinguished-looking older man who so closely resembles the youth who will be walking with them, all hand in hand, because the young lad is the spitting image of his father.
Should you see this group followed by a shorter, good-looking boy holding a leash at the end of which is a police dog named Brush, that would be Richard Timberly White the third. The cute young sexy girl with him is his latest conquest, Elizabeth.
