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Douglas and Penelope
  
 by Gordie D  (GordonD103@aol.com)

Penelope:  The first time I saw Douglas? My first year at Oxford, I had been
sitting on the grass by the lake, studying for a chemistry exam, occasionally
glancing up and watching the boys from the crew rowing out on the water.
Admittedly, the fellows on the crew were cute, not to mention well built, but
they all seemed so stuck up and in love with themselves. Considering that, and
the fact they always had a group of blond bubbleheaded girls clustering around
them, I never gave them much thought . . . Till that one day.

The rowers had finished their workout and were walking up the grass from the
lake to the campus, passing near where I was sitting. They were laughing and
joking and talking about god knows what, when, for some reason, one of them
caught my eye. He was walking apart from the other boys, like he was
daydreaming or lost in thought. He was as good looking as the rest, but seemed
different, more thoughtful. His tank top revealed his muscles- Not the bulging
muscles of the other boys, that made it look like they spent all day in the gym
admiring themselves, but just graceful and well defined, like they had been
gotten through honest hard work. As he walked by me our eyes locked, and
lingered on each other for an instant, long enough for that electrical charge
to go through both our bodies simultaneously. Through mine, at least. Could he
really be interested in me? Microbiology majors weren’t exactly on the same
social level as members of the crew.

Douglas:   The first time I saw Penelope? We were walking back from rowing
practice, and I was thinking about something or other, when something caught my
eye. It was a girl, sitting on the grass, looking at me. I’m not all that bad
looking, and being on the crew means I do get a glance from girls now and then,
but there was, I don’t know, something different about this girl. Her hair, a
long wavy reddish blond, wasn’t in any particular style or other, but just
looked very soft and sparkled in the sun very nicely. She hardly wore any
makeup, her eyebrows and eyelashes a slightly darker red than the hair on her
head, and she had a faint trace of freckles across her face. Most of the girls
I came in contact with, the ones who chased after the athletes, were bleached
blondes, carefully made up, and starved themselves skinny. Penelope wasn’t
skinny, wasn’t fat, just had nice gentle curves. Even my brief glance at her
gave me the impression that she had an innocence to her, but also
self-confidence. Unlike the girls I usually met, who seemed pretty desperate
and insecure in the way they would go after a guy. Oh, I did take advantage of
them, but really, you got fed up with them pretty quickly.

P:   Sitting by the lake a few days later, I saw Douglas strolling along by the
edge of the water. Noticing me, he walked over toward me. We locked eyes again,
laughed bashfully, exchanged some small talk (I saw you here, yeah, I saw you .
. .) Eventually, finally, he asked me if I’d like to go for coffee sometime.
Pretending to think a minute, I accepted. Doug was a funny guy. For someone so
good looking and athletic, he seemed rather shy and easygoing. And why was he
interested in me? I’m not exactly Miss Popularity. I spent most of my teenage
years hanging out with the science club geeks, and never really dated much. I
was a bit of a tomboy and hung around with guys, but I guess it never occurred
to them to ask me out. By seventeen I lost the baby fat in my face and filled
out pretty nicely, but had never become terribly socially adept. In university
I gravitated toward the same group of science geeks as before, and my social
life didn’t improve much.

D:   Penelope was really something. Sweet, pretty, confident and kind of
bookish, she also had another side to her. Kind of hard to explain- She grew up
with four brothers, and there were certain parts of her personality that were
closer to a guy than a girl. She loved, as I did, the seafaring tales of Joseph
Conrad and Patrick O’Brien, and was very aggressive in field hockey, bashing it
up like she was playing rugby. Sort of like she grew up thinking she was just
another one of the boys, and was just now discovering boys liked her in a
different way.

P:   The more Douglas and I were together, the closer we became. We had so much
in common and learned so much from each other, and just seemed to fit together
so well, I couldn’t imagine two people more perfect for one another. He could
be a bit of a goof sometimes, teasing me, always asking me if I wanted a
spanking, and maybe I could be a little too serious now and then, but our
differences just made us get along that much better. Month after month, year
after year, we began to realize, well, we might just have something. We were
very affectionate- Laying in the grass by the lake, arms around each other,
tickling one another, sometimes kissing, but luckily Doug never pushed me to go
any further. I felt I should wait, but who knows what my answer would have been
if he asked.

D:   Believe me, I had thought about going all the way with Penny, and I
supposed I could have talked her into it, but, I don’t know, she was just so
sweet and innocent, sort of naive in a way. Maybe I sound like an old woman,
but since we were so serious, I guessed it would make it kind of nice to wait.
As my graduation grew near, I think we were both reading each others minds.
When I asked her if she’d like to get married, she said, like she’d been
expecting it, yes, very much.

P:   One thing stuck in my mind, though. I never had much experience with boys,
and I’m sure Douglas was more, well, worldly than I was. I had to know. When I
asked him if he had ever, you know, been with a girl, he got kind of choked up,
stammered hesitantly, looked at the ground bashfully. I just knew he hadn’t. He
was too nice to push himself on a girl like that. I quickly assured him that I
hadn’t either, that I thought it was terrible the way so many of the other
students hopped from bed to bed. It just made me love him more.

D:   When Penny asked me if I had ever done it before, like a computer trying
to make too many calculations at once, I froze. Should I admit to one? Two?
Five, ten? My Aunt Joan? I’m fairly decent looking and have a quiet, easygoing
manner that the girls seem to like, and I never had much of a problem talking
young ladies into bed. Actually, in certain circles, the girls who chase after
the athletes, I had a bit of a reputation as someone who could make a girl feel
incredible. Thanks to my Aunt Joan. It was a laugh for a while, I suppose, but
really, it left you bored, feeling kind of empty after a while. Aunt Joan? I
guess I should tell you about her . . .

At family get-togethers Joan would always pull me off to a corner of the room,
sit a little closer to me than was really comfortable, her cigarette-smoky
breath hitting me on the cheek as she asked me about my girlfriends, telling me
what a lady killer I would be. Being a typically dopey teenager, it never
occurred to me that this grown woman was interested- sexually - in me. I
learned, though. 

When I was sixteen, there was a summer computer course down in London that my
parents thought I should attend. Auntie Joan had a flat near where the courses
were held, and kindly volunteered to let me stay there. The first day, after
getting my things put away, I wandered around the neighborhood, getting a look
at my new surroundings. Upon arriving back at the flat and heading toward my
room, I noticed the door to Joan’s room was ajar. Glancing in, I got quite a
shock. She was sitting at the mirror brushing her hair, nude, except for a pair
of panties. The reflection in the mirror gave me a perfect view of her breasts.
I watched, stunned, opened mouthed for a few moments. I then went quickly into
my room, lay on the bed and started jerking off to the fantastic sight I had
just seen.

“Oh, Doug!” Aunt Joan gasped, (In mock surprise, I later realized). She had
barged into the room with sheets for the bed in her hand before I had finished.
I quickly, unsuccessfully, tried to bend my rigid erection back into my jeans.
“What are you doing? Take your hands away from it right now,” She commanded. I
slowly moved my hands away, my stiff, eager teenage erection throbbing,
pointing at the ceiling. “Oh . . . That’s nothing to be ashamed of,” She said
soothingly, “It’s perfectly normal for a young boy.”

Auntie and I fucked every day of the six weeks I was there. Every time she
taught me something new- How to breathe slowly and deeply to keep from coming
too soon, how a woman takes a little longer than a man, and needs a little
extra stimulation. She taught me how to rub her clit with my finger, and
eventually with my tongue. I can’t really say I liked using my tongue at first,
but hearing her moans of pleasure, hearing how much she enjoyed it, I gradually
got more into it. She sucked my dick for what seemed like hours, and the more
she did it, the longer I seemed to be able to last during intercourse. She
would usually decide what we would be doing each evening, but every so often
would let me decide.

I would always choose the same thing. “Um, could we, maybe, do it with, you
know, you on your hands and knees and me behind you?” She would leer at me and
tickle my chin.

“You’re a naughty boy, aren’t you?” I’m sure my face turned a bright crimson,
but still, it was the most fantastic feeling. I would push myself in her and
start pumping, each thrust bouncing her forward. As she bounced back she would
meet up with my next thrust. Setting up a rhythm, bouncing off each other, it
felt unbelievable, pushing my dick forward into her as she was rebounding back
into me. Seeing the beautiful, creamy white cheeks of her butt jiggling madly
was a bonus. Once, she got me to tie her to the bed. That was rather memorable-
Being a sixteen year old kid, hard-on poking out, a nude grown woman tied
helplessly in front of me. I could do anything I wanted, squish her tits
between my dick, rub it all over her body, fuck her whenever I felt like it,
filling her with my semen and then running my cum coated dick over her stomach.

After we had finished, we would lie there in bed and Aunt Joan would give me
advice about girls, in between long drags on a cigarette. “Tell them you can’t
concentrate in school because you’re always thinking about them, and you’re
afraid you’ll flunk out. Give her flowers in the morning so she’ll be carrying
them around school all day. Her girlfriends will be insanely jealous. She’ll be
yours. If you don’t get her knickers off in a week, you just aren’t trying.”
Yes, Auntie Joan was a bit of a loon, but I’m none the less indebted to her.

P:   I’d heard of wives who never enjoyed sex, who saw it as a chore to get
through, but I was determined not to let this happen to me. Doug’s and my
marriage would be close and intimate in every way. I knew women could enjoy
lovemaking just as much as men, but only if they were prepared, and  only if
their husbands were educated a bit. I’m sure Douglas would be too bashful to
deal with these matters, so I realized it would be up to me. I marched in to a
bookstore, unashamed, to buy a copy of ‘The Joy of Sex’. (All right, I did take
a train into the next town to get it . . .) That night I leafed through it late
into the night, wide eyed. I had heard fragments and bits and pieces of some of
the things, but honestly! Some of the things took my breath away. At first they
didn’t seem too appealing, but, then again, doing them with Douglas, behind
carefully drawn shades and securely locked door . . .

The book said intercourse for the first time could be painful for women, but it
could be made much more comfortable if she were to stretch herself out a bit
with her fingers. First one finger, working up to two, and when she could
manage three, she should be able to accept a man’s erect penis. I practiced
every day, late at night, under my bedcovers. It felt wonderful, especially
while thinking of Doug. Occasionally I would rub myself between the legs, and
it felt absolutely great, but I’m not sure if I ever had an orgasm. The book
said, basically, when you have an orgasm, you know it, so I suppose I never
have. I guess waiting till I’m with Douglas will make it extra special. I
closed my eyes and imagined running my hands over his strong back, his narrow
waist, the rock hard muscles of his butt. I couldn’t wait.

D:   I got a job with a financial firm in London, and put a down payment on a
nice place in the suburbs, with the help of Penelope’s parents. Evidently her
parents were pretty loaded. Aside from their place in London, they had a big
place out in the country, as well as a flat in Paris. Penny and I didn’t have
much money for a honeymoon, but her folks offered to let us stay at their
country place, which sounded good to us. After the reception, we spent the
better part of the day driving up, arriving around seven. We were met by the
couple who maintained the house. They congratulated us, put our things away and
prepared dinner for us. They were very friendly and excited to see us, but,
really, we told them we could make out from here. It was certainly a fancy
place- Big dining hall, fireplace in every room, and stables out in back.

P:   For dessert, Doug and I had strawberries and champagne, not saying much,
just looking at each other, smiling, giggling. I was the one who knew the way
around the house, so after we had finished eating, I took his hand and led him
upstairs. I led him to my room, the one I had used since I was a young girl. It
looked the same, but I certainly felt different. I took my nightgown from the
dresser, gave Douglas a kiss, then went into the bathroom and closed the door.
Filling the bath, I sprinkled in some bath salts. I figured after a couple of
glasses of champagne and warm bath, I would be as relaxed as could be. Soaking
in the tub, I thought back to conversations I had overheard. In the locker room
after sports practice, I remember hearing the other girls talking about men's
penis sizes, speaking as though the bigger it was the better, one saying they
could be up to twelve inches long. Picturing it for a moment, I shook my head
to get it out of my mind. It was too terrible to think about. The book said
they averaged between four and seven inches, which sounded like quite enough to
me, considering the difficulty I had squeezing a couple of fingers in. I’m sure
Doug will have just a nice average one. Then again- thinking of the chapter on
giving oral sex to a man, something on the larger end of the scale might be
nice . . . I really shouldn’t be so wicked though.

D:   I heard Penelope drawing a bath, so I figured I would have a bit of time.
There were some logs ready to go in the fireplace, so I spent a minute building
a fire. Once it was started I turned down the lights in the room, which made a
nice effect. I paced up and down, sipping a glass of champagne, drumming my
fingers on the dresser, peeking outside through the drapes. What in hell am I
so nervous about, I laughed to myself. She’s the one who ought to be nervous,
not me. I wondered what I should be wearing when she came out. Fully clothed?
In my pajamas? Nude? I laughed at myself again. I did want Penny to enjoy her
first time, though. She was pretty naive, so I figured I would introduce her to
new things little by little, over time. She was very affectionate and quite mad
about me, though, so I don’t think I’ll have any trouble getting her into the
full range of possibilities. I decided to be nude, but wait modestly under the
covers of the bed when she came out. As I lay there, hands behind my head, I
pictured what it would be like with her.

What color would her nipples be? With her fair, freckled complexion, probably a
light pink. I had a good picture in my mind of her body- Nicely rounded hips
and breasts, not exaggerated top or bottom, just beautifully balanced and
natural. A peek down the front of her shirt revealed a dusting of light
freckles across her chest. The skirts she wore in tennis and field hockey
showed off her legs, strong and athletic. She made the assumption I was a
virgin, and I didn’t try to talk her out of it, so I figured I should play it a
bit conservative our first few times, the maybe rub her clit a bit with my
hand- Do you think it would feel even better with my tongue, Penny? Maybe
suggest it would feel incredible if she did the same to my dick, like we were
the first to ever think of it. I had so much to teach her.

P:   I had so much to teach him. Who knows what nonsense he had picked up from
his friends. I wouldn’t want to spring too much on him too soon, though. I’m
sure he’d like to feel in control of things, so I could just leave the book
laying around one day, “Oh, my sister gave that to me, I didn’t really want it,
but . . .” He could leaf through it in his own time and find out how things are
properly done.

Well . . . . . No reason to wait any longer. I’d bathed, dried off, put
moisturizer on, a light touch of eyeliner and lipstick, brushed my hair, (And
brushed it, and brushed it, ). Pulling my nightgown on, I gave myself one last
checkover in the mirror, put my hand on the doorknob, took a deep breath, and
opened the door. Doug was laying in bed with the covers pulled up to his waist.
His upper body was so gorgeous, solid, gracefully muscled. Why was he
interested in me? I’m so plain. I never thought I would have anyone like him. I
walked toward the bed, slowly, and Douglas pulled the covers aside for me. As I
pulled the covers up to get in I got quite a jolt as I saw his member, very
erect. It looked absolutely huge at first glance, but once the shock wore off,
I suppose it couldn’t have been much more than six inches. Should I have taken
my nightgown off before getting in? I can’t even think straight.

D:   Pulling the covers up over her, I kissed her, stroking her hair, then ran
my hand along her body. I slowly and gently began massaging her breasts through
her nightie, working the intensity up gradually, so as not to frighten her. She
tentatively began stroking my back, working a fraction of an inch closer to my
butt each time. After a few minutes, I began pulling up her nightgown, Penny
shifting and wiggling around awkwardly.

“I should have taken it off before,” She whispered. Pulling her gown over her
head, I got my first look at her breasts- Round, full, large soft pink areolae
against the whiteness of her fair skin. While I kissed her I ran my hands over
them, feeling their incredible softness. I reminded myself not to get too
carried away with foreplay- My being a virgin and all. There would be plenty of
time for that in the future. I slowly got on top of her, not putting too much
weight on her, and rubbed the head of my dick up and down the entrance to her
pussy, then poked just the knob into her. I planned to massage her opening with
just the tip until she had warmed up and developed a bit of lubrication. Penny
was breathing deeply and had her eyes squeezed shut, but I think she was a bit
uptight and nervous, by the way she was tightly gripping my forearms. Every so
often I tried to ease myself in her, but she just wasn’t wet enough to accept
me comfortably. I had relieved a few girls of their virginity in the past, and
it hadn’t been terribly pleasurable for them, due to my over eagerness. I
wanted Penelope to enjoy this more than anything, but minutes passed, and she
still couldn’t easily take me.

Fuck it. This is ridiculous. I’m going to enjoy this and so is she. I’ll deal
with consequences later. I whipped the covers off us. Rubbing Penelope’s pussy
with my hand, I moved down into position. “What . . . What are you doing,
Doug?”, She said in surprise. Running my hand over her neatly trimmed pubic
hair, the same soft reddish blond as on her head, I softly kissed her little
clit, tickled it with my tongue, then began circling my tongue around.
Penelope’s head dropped back on the pillow, eyes closed, mouth open, gasping.
By varying the way I was caressing her and listening to her sighs and groans, I
was able to determine what she liked best. Running her hands over her breasts,
gasping deeply, I felt her gradually start to moisten.

In not much more than two or three minutes, Penny took in a sharp, quick
breath, and as she let out a long, “Uhhhhhh  . . .," A few drops of fluid came
out of her and collected around her clit.

P:   So THIS is an orgasm . . . oh god . . . it’s a million times more than I
thought it would be. Wave after wave after wave, passing through my entire
body. I couldn’t have opened my eyes if I tried, but I felt Doug take his
tongue away, rub me with his hand for a moment, then rub the head of his member
over my opening. I could feel it getting coated in all the slippery moisture
coming from inside me. Where was it all coming from? I didn’t know and I didn’t
care. Still feeling the waves, Douglas began easing himself in and out of me,
going a fraction deeper each time. As he worked inside me, he carefully took my
maidenhead, then began thrusting more firmly. There was a slight jolt of pain
as he broke through me, but that was quickly pushed aside by the incredible
feeling- was this orgasm ever going to end? I wanted it to go on forever. After
some time passed, I couldn’t tell you how long, I felt his big stiff penis,
tightly snugged inside of me, start to throb, then Doug let out a loud grunt.
He exploded inside of me, spurt after spurt after spurt, powerful jets of his
warm, slippery semen flooding me, coating our private parts, making the
sensations even more incredible.

D:   We lay there, arms tightly around each other, panting, eyes closed, for a
long time. Eventually, I kissed her on the forehead then got up to quickly wash
myself off at the sink. But I wasn’t finished. I had waited a long time for
this day. Getting back in bed, Penelope was lying on her back, hand over her
eyes, breathing like she had just run a marathon. I lay next to her, massaging
her breasts, her big, pink areolae swollen, nipples standing erect, running my
hand along her stomach, along the curve of her hips, her skin smooth and silky
soft. She seemed to come out of her stupor, gazing into my eyes while a smile
slowly broke out on her face, looking at me through half-closed eyelids. 

P:   “Oh Doug,” I whispered. It was all I could manage to get out. I felt like
I was drunk, drunk with passion and lust and desire. I wanted to go through
every single thing I had read in the book, Right now. Tonight. Doug leaned over
and began kissing me. I ran my hands firmly up and down his back, feeling his
powerful back muscles tapering down to his waist, grabbing the tight muscles of
his butt with both hands, squeezing them. I could feel his penis, pressed
against my leg, growing, stiffening. I couldn’t help myself- I had to suck on
it, see what it would be like to have him in my mouth. I sat up and firmly but
gently pushed Douglas on his back. I straddled him, kissed him on the mouth,
then moved down, feeling his chest muscles, kissing him right down the center,
down along his stomach. Rubbing my hand over his growing erection, I circled my
fingers around it and began stroking. Doug was looking down surprised,
open-mouthed, but certainly making no move to stop me. I pointed his big member
toward me, opened my mouth, closed my eyes, and lowered my head.

D:   I groaned as I felt her lips close around my dick, and her soft tongue,
slippery with saliva, start working up and down. I don’t know where she heard
about this, and I don’t care- Just don’t stop. She started out a bit tentative
and awkward, but as she got comfortable with it she began bobbing up and down
smoothly, really using quite a bit of suction and firmly stroking the shaft
with her delicate, pale and freckled little hand. This was no light teasing
blowjob to help me get it up- she was going to make me come if she wasn’t
careful. I stroked her beautiful hair, looking at her face, remembering the
pretty, sweet, innocent and fresh-faced girl I had seen on the grass by the
lake. She still looked pretty and sweet, if not quite so innocent at the
moment.

She gradually used more and more suction, stroking eagerly. “I’m going to come
in a minute, Penny . . .” I warned her, but she kept going. Did she know what
she was getting herself into? After a minute I closed my eyes and groaned, “I’m
gonna come . . .” She quickly took her mouth away, tightly squeezed and stroked
my big, pounding erection with her right hand, and held the palm of her left
hand over the top of it. She caught the first couple spurts in her left hand,
and began jacking me off with her cum-coated hand, and then caught the
remaining spurts in her right hand. She eventually stroked my dick with both
hands, squeezing tightly, smearing the slimy goo up and down the entire length.
I must have laid there groaning for a full minute. I’ve never had an orgasm
last that long.

Penelope kissed me, then went off to the bathroom to wash off her hands. In a
minute she returned carrying a wet washcloth, and carefully washed off my
slowly softening dick. She then put her arms around me, laid her head on my
chest, and closed her eyes. We lay there, breathing heavily, recovering.

P:   I don’t know where in heavens name Doug learned all this, but, wherever it
was, he was certainly taught well. He lazily stroked my back for a while, then
started stroking more quickly and firmly, circling his hand on my bottom. Would
he like to do it again? I felt like I could go on all night. If he was game . .
.

Putting his hands under my arms, he pulled me up so my face was right against
his. He put his hand against my head, pushed our lips together, open mouthed,
sucking greedily, our tongues intertwined, his saliva mixing with mine. Still
locked together, Doug rolled on top of me, crushing me with the weight of his
muscular body. He began kissing my neck, my chest, ran his tongue around one of
my nipples, then sucked it into his mouth. Suckling one, then the other, he let
his hand slip down between my legs. After gently but firmly massaging me for a
minute, I knew another orgasm was on the way. I hope this night never ends.
Douglas worked his way down to begin tickling me with his tongue. My mind
flashed back to a position I had seen in the book. It seemed dreadfully wicked
at the time, but now, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

Still on my back, I rotated around so I was underneath Doug, who was on his
hands and knees, me with his tremendous member right in my face, and my private
area being caressed by his tongue. He was becoming gradually more erect, but I
wanted him as big and stiff and rigid and eager as when we began. With as much
suction as I could manage, I worked my mouth up and down, squishing the saliva
around, moaning from what Doug's tongue was doing to me. As my orgasm hit, I
squeezed my eyes shut, my loud groans being muffled by Doug's penis, stiff and
erect inside my mouth.

D:   It felt great, Penelope groaning and moaning deeply with my dick inside
her mouth. I kept licking her, making her come as long as possible. When her
orgasm seemed to die down, I got off from on top of her, turned her around so
her head was on the pillow, then turned her over on her stomach and pulled her
butt up in the air. Her eyes were still closed and she was completely
compliant. I thought I would have to wait a while in our marriage for this, but
. . .

I knelt behind her and admired her firm round buttocks, which had, just as I
had hoped, a covering of light pink freckles. With a silent word of thanks to
Auntie Joan, I lined up my dick, every bit as hard as it was as when we had
begun, and slowly sank it in. Holding her hips to steady her, I began pumping,
jiggling her cute little butt. Innocent little Penelope, I laughed to myself.
She was in another world, sighing, gasping, moaning, not believing the
sensations she had felt tonight. It took me a while to come this time, which
was fine with me, and I think fine with her too. As I got close I increased the
rhythm, slapping against her, jolting her with each thrust. Her snug, newly
deflowered vagina gripping my big, throbbing erection tightly, groaning, I
filled Penny with my thick, slippery cum, one spurt at a time.

P:   We collapsed onto each other, absolutely spent, exhausted, satisfied. I
could barely think, but as I drifted off to sleep, I thought about how long I
had waited for this, and how it had been a hundred times better than I thought
it would be. It’ll be like this every single night from now on!

D:   Oh man . . . That was really unbelievable. I hope she’s not expecting it
to be like this every night, though . . .

                           
                           The End





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