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JBPENNY5
Find a Penny... (Reminiscing)
Part 5
by J. BOSWELL
(J.Boswell@usa.net)
(c) Copyright November, 1998 by J BOSWELL, all rights, except
those explicitly detailed below, ARE RESERVED BY THE AUTHOR.
Electronic distribution (as a text file on an "adults only"
site) is permitted without alteration, but inclusion in any
type of "publication" offered for sale (eg., book, magazine,
CD-ROM, etc.), or "subscription-only" sites requires the
author's explicit permission.
WARNING: This work of fiction is intended to be read by adults
only. The author has uploaded it only to "Adults, only"
sites, and requests that you exercise the same
discretion. Also, this is fiction -- in real life,
please protect your lover and yourself by practicing
safe sex.
*
The fifth and concluding part of the story.
*
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The Final Chapter
*** ***** *******
*
"Will I love my wife
For the rest of my life...
When I grow up to be a man?"
-- The Beachboys
*
I can't say the next two years were among the best in my
life. Nixon was still president, the Beatles broke up, Janis
Joplin and Jimi Hendrix were dead. I was living in a small
studio apartment, working at a mind-numbing job, that barely paid
me enough money to cover the rent. I lived like an accountant,
saving my pennies for gas for those weekends I could afford to go
home and for Penny's engagement ring.
Everything was getting "computerized" at the office, and we
had to work at least two Saturdays a month, with no overtime.
Office politics stopped only just short of guns and knives. I
had to wear a suit and tie everyday to do a job they could teach
a smart dog to do.
The town where I lived hadn't been prepared to host the
national headquarters of an international corporation. It was
tiny and stayed tiny for a few years, because almost all the
people who worked for the company lived in or around New York
city, and commuted on the one-hour train ride each morning and
evening and ate in the company's subsidized cafeteria. At night,
the little farm-country town was a ghost town. There was no such
thing as "night life" within thirty miles.
To beat the incredible boredom, I joined softball leagues in
the Spring and played basketball the rest of the year. But, I
lived to get home every weekend I possibly could and to talk to
Penny on the phone at least once a week. I was lonely and I
missed Penny, my family, and my friends.
My happy thoughts were that I was engaged to Penny and we
were getting married. Of course, as I sat alone in my apartment,
almost getting the New York stations on my ancient
black-and-white TV, I wondered (and worried) about Penny being a
beautiful, fun-loving (and sex-loving) young woman, in college
and three hours away from me. When we were together, I just
avoided the issue and seldom asked her about how she spent her
time out of school and work. I guess it was just something I
really didn't want to know about.
By the second January, things began to perk up. A second
corporation opened its headquarters close to town, along with a
growing number of smaller satellite businesses. People began
moving into the area and actual suburbs were being created. I
was promoted a second time and began making a living wage. And,
I knew in six months, I'd be married to Penny.
* * * * * * * * * *
I'd like to tell you Penny and I got married and lived
happily ever after, but, sadly, that didn't happen.
Oh, sure, we got married a month after Penny graduated from
college, but to our surprise, after dating so long, we both soon
realized that we didn't know all that much about living with each
other.
I had been raised in a house with a stay-at-home wife and
mother; and, in the early Seventies, there were no sensitivity
classes or political correctness workshops to help us bridge the
gap from the Fifties. Also, I had been on my own for two years
and had learned how to cook, darn a sock, do laundry, and clean
the apartment. Penny was a terrible housekeeper. And for the
first several months after we got married, while Penny was
unemployed and home all day, I would have loved coming home to a
home-cooked dinner -- but there seemed to be no chance of that
ever happening.
Penny had graduated with an elementary education degree but
the teacher job market was even worse when Penny graduated and
she looked for a job for a long time. She finally got a menial
job at a local consulting firm. Always laid-back, Penny
surprised me with how ambitious she eventually became in her job.
As a result, she wasn't interested in the house or cooking, and
never discussed having children -- I felt I was ready for kids.
Money was always an issue. We just were coming from two
different places.
Neither one of us was happy. All I can say is the marriage
just didn't work out for either one of us. After a few years
together, I think we both saw that it wasn't working at all. We
didn't fight, but somehow the two of us, after dating all those
years, realized that our sexlife was still in great shape, but
our marriage wasn't.
I think we both felt relief when we eventually separated. I
hate to say we parted as friends, but that is the closest
description I can give. We felt a deep, real affection for each
other -- we just didn't want to live together, anymore.
After we separated, I kept my job, and I was surprised when
Penny kept hers, rather than moving back to our hometown. She
said her firm had an ambitious owner and with all the new
businesses in the area, it was going to take off like a rocket.
* * * * *
One Sunday, a couple of months after we separated, I went
over to Penny's apartment to drop off some paperwork and tax
information. I knocked on the door and when it opened, a guy
brushed by me and Penny was standing there with a "just-fucked"
look and an ornery smile. I felt a pang of jealousy -- she had
been the love of my life!
All she was wearing was a long t-shirt. "I'm sorry you're
seeing me like this, Jake. I thought he'd be gone and I'd be
showered by the time you got here, but," she grinned evilly,
"things came up!"
She was in such a good mood and so casual about the sex, I
decided to play along and tease her back, "You mean you want me
to believe you two kids just finished fucking?"
She smiled and nodded.
"I don't believe it," I said.
"Well, how can I prove it?" she asked.
It was so blatantly obvious she had just been bedded, no
proof was necessary, but I kept the game going. "Come here."
She walked closer, to stand over me as I sat on the sofa. I
reached my hand up under her t-shirt and inside her damp panties.
Two of my fingers worked their way into her slimy pussy and Penny
moaned with pleasure.
"What is it, Penny?"
"Oh, Jake, you're fingering another man's cum in my pussy!
Oh! Oh God, I'm cumming!" And to both our surprise, she did.
I supported her in my arms as she collapsed and then I laid
her on the sofa. In two heartbeats my pants and underwear were
on the floor, I ripped a hole in her panties and I buried my
steel hard prick up her cunt for a very hot fuck.
As I said, the sex was still great.
* * * * *
After that day, Penny and I worked out our own peculiar
arrangement.
Penny and I stayed friendly through the separation and
divorce, and we occasionally got together for a drink and dinner
out and, later, a fuck for old time's sake.
After our hot fuck on her sofa, Penny knew what I liked and
she knew what she liked; and, I loved hearing about her other
lovers as we fucked. Every time we got it on, she had another
story to tell me. Sometimes it was about what had happened the
previous night, and sometimes it was something that happened a
while ago. I would be between her smooth thighs, licking her
pussy and sucking her clit, or pounding away in her from behind
or below or above, and she would go on and on, telling me about
her outrageous behavior.
She'd start by telling me about this or that new guy and how
they met. It was the sexual revolution of the '70's -- that
meant the pill, "if it feels good, do it," and no STDs -- and
Penny especially liked telling me what an easy pick-up and easy
fuck she was. Soon, she'd go into the most exquisite detail
about her sexual trysts -- fucking in nightclub restrooms, up
against cars in the parking lots, in the bathroom at big parties,
etc. She had no shortage of partners, so there was always a new
story or two.
One night, as we laid side-by-side in her bed, Penny lit a
joint from one of the many candles that lit the room. "Jake,
don't you think this is a very strange turn-on we have here?"
I laughed. "Which one? Fucking your ex-spouse or telling
him -- who you just fucked -- about your other lovers? What's so
strange about that? Seriously, Penny, I can't explain why, but
it does turn me on to hear about you with other men."
Penny nibbled at my ear and let her hand drop down to my
sloppy cock. "I'd like to think I was doing it just to turn you
on, Jake, but telling you all the details of my sex life makes me
hotter than any other foreplay I've ever tried! Since we tried
it, I've tried telling other lovers, but most of them don't want
to hear it, and the ones that do, it doesn't give me the same
jolt that telling you gives me. And I'm just about out of stuff
to tell you. Do you have any particular favorites you want me to
repeat?"
Shortly, she stubbed out the joint and I rolled over to suck
on her nipple. "So, are we all caught up? Have you told me
about all your lovers? No new stories? Nothing you haven't told
me?" I could feel her body tense against my tongue, and she
didn't respond to my questions.
"Penny?"
No response.
"Penny, are you holding out on me?" I smiled as I said it,
so she would know I wasn't upset. "You're certainly entitled to
privacy if you don't want to tell me about someone special in
your life."
"No, there's nobody special, no one in my life more special
than you, anyway. It's just embarrassing, now, not to have
admitted it sooner and cleared the air. How was I supposed to
know you'd get off on hearing this stuff?"
"And you."
"Yeah, me, too."
"Was it while we were married, Penny?"
"No, Jake, I swear I never cheated on you while we were
married. Never. Well, except for fucking my boss regularly to
get and keep my job. But that's just part of the job
description, so that shouldn't count!"
I chuckled and shook my head at how innocent she sounded
when she said it. "Okay, I guess he doesn't count. So, it
wasn't while we were married and you've told me everything that's
happened since we separated... Then it's either before I met
you, or while we were dating."
She laughed, "I can guarantee you that nothing, and I mean
nothing, happened before I met you."
"So, confession time will deal with while we were dating. I
have a few suspicions of my own, so I'm very curious to hear if
any of them are correct."
Penny was still gently rubbing my now hard dick. She slowed
to a stop. "This could take a while. Let's get something to eat
and I'll tell you when we get back in bed."
Like anticipating sex, anticipating these new revelations
acted like an aphrodisiac on the two of us. We had a quick snack
and almost ran back into the bedroom. I opened Penny's silky
robe and let it slither to the floor. I filled my hands with her
warm, firm breasts.
"Mmm... This is weird, Jake. I couldn't tell you any of
this stuff when we were married because I thought you would have
wanted a divorce; and, here we are divorced, ready to have sex
while discussing it!"
"It's blowing my mind, too, Penny."
"Now remember, before I tell you any of this, you have to
remember what that time was like. We chanted `make love not war'
and we meant it. It was the start of the sexual revolution -- a
time of `free love.' Girls, or should I say women, were on the
pill and had burned their bras. Pot always made me horny. Sex
was fun and guilt-free -- `if it feels good, do it!'"
"Okay, okay, I get the picture, Penny. I'm beginning to
worry that there may be more here than I realized. Are you sure
I'll want to hear all this?"
"Besides, Jake, I was home thinking you were getting your
ashes hauled by all the cute little office workers when you went
away. Any stories to tell me?"
"Right now, I wish there were, Penny. But I was a fairly
good boy those two years, choosing instead to work on developing
my current drinking problem. Please continue."
"Alright, and this can't be a surprise to you, I was pretty
wild in college, Jake. You saw how I behaved during those two
rush weeks -- you had to know I was wild. In fact, I had a few
more adventures than you realized. But, you're not going to hear
all of them, tonight, lover." Penny was moving her mouth down to
my hardening cock. "You'll have to come back and hear them --
one at a time!"
"Well, as much as I wanted you to, I had a feeling you might
not have been sitting home pining for me -- you were still
hanging with Debbie Greer -- always a bad influence."
Penny lifted her mouth from my dick and smiled, "Only
because I let her be a bad influence, Jake. She was great to
have around as the one to blame for all my misbehaving. But it
was mostly me. I felt pretty and I knew I was well-built -- boys
*LOVED* my tits -- they still do. I felt free and uninhibited
and sexy. I loved the sex and the drinking and the dope and the
sheer fun of it. Unless it was with you, having sex was no
different than having a drink or a joint -- it was just what we
did, back then. I liked being naughty and raunchy and sometimes
outrageous. I liked it that the boys thought Debbie was the
slut, and then I'd leave her in the dust. I really got off on
it. And I mean *REALLY* got off on it!"
Penny moved up next to me. I was on my back and she was
cuddled into my shoulder. Her right hand was slowly and softly
stroking my cock.
"Jake, you said you had suspicions. Tell me one, now, and
I'll tell you if your suspicion was justified."
"The first one is easy -- `orientation-week-Carl.'"
Penny licked my neck and moved again. She squatted over my
head and lowered her pussy to my mouth. "Carl, Carl, Carl...
The man who introduced me to what you are so wonderfully
performing, right now. You never met him, Jake, but you wouldn't
have been impressed. The poor guy, I don't think he dated much,
and I think he really did count on orientation week to meet
young, impressionable girls -- like me. His social skills were
limited and he only felt comfortable going to school and reading
his books."
I moved my mouth enough to speak, "Did you fuck him during
orientation?"
"No, but God, it was hard to keep my virginity that week! I
still don't know how I did it! Every minute we didn't have to be
somewhere to do some orientation thing, Carl and I were in bed!
He loved my blow-jobs and he was a pretty good pussy-eater. Of
course, at that time I had no one to compare him with -- and... I
still haven't met a *BAD* pussy-eater!
"However, I did fuck him after you and I made love. When
the semester started, I ran into Carl in the bookstore and he
invited me up to his apartment for some weed. I knew we were
going to be doing more than smoking dope, but I went anyway. He
always had primo dope and an open bottle of that damn Mateus wine
-- always a lethal combination for me in those days.
"Going up to his apartment became a routine -- every Tuesday
afternoon. The first couple of weeks we wrestled around on his
bed and enjoyed some oral sex, but we were soon fucking.
"By midterm, Carl had revealed his kink -- he loved tieing
me up in his bed when he screwed me. It really didn't do too
much for me, but he liked it so much, I always went along with
him."
I stopped again, "You always were so accommodating!"
"Don't stop what you're doing, boy! We're getting to the
raunchy part of the story and I'd like to time it just right!
"Carl had this weird little roommate named Lester. I think
he thought he was some mad nineteenth-century Russian
revolutionary. Carl said he had been working on his thesis,
comparing Lenin, Stalin and Chairman Mao, for years and years.
He never went to class and seldom came out of his room -- he was
like a little hermit.
"One day, Carl tied me up and he played with me so long, he
had to leave to teach a class. I hadn't gotten off, yet, and he
thought it was funny leaving me tied to the bed until he got back
and we could finish our fun. Soon after Carl left, Lester comes
out of his room and stands at Carl's open bedroom door. I'm
naked as a jaybird and my arms and legs are spread and securely
tied to the bed. He just looks. Who knows if he's ever seen a
naked girl before? I said something clever, like, `Hi, Lester.'
But he doesn't say a word. He finally disappears from the
doorway. About a half hour later, he's back, and he's not
wearing anything below the waist but a hard-on. Still without a
word, he climbs up on the bed, slowly sticks his cock in me and
proceeds to fuck me until he cums! Then he gets up and
disappears out the door.
"Carl comes back from class and we pick up where we had left
off. Don't ask me why I didn't tell him about Lester, but I
didn't. Maybe I felt sorry for the little guy.
"Well, leaving me tied up is a real turn-on for Carl. He
says he almost hyperventilates in class, thinking about me still
tied naked to his bed. What he never knew was that every time --
and I do mean every time -- he left me that way, Lester was
fucking his balls off in my pussy. And he never said a word. I
had to admit that I was getting to a point where I was looking
forward to his little visits! I'd say things to him when he was
on top of me (`nice weather we're having,' `does this mean we're
engaged?' `seen any good movies lately?' `if you don't see what
you're looking for, just ask') and he wouldn't even acknowledge
me, let alone smile. I wasn't even sure that he liked sex,
except by the end of the semester, with a little help from my
mouth, he's fucking me three times in a little over an hour!"
"I can understand his passion."
"Ohhh... Don't talk, Jake, I'm almost there!
"Let me tell you about my last get-together with Carl.
We're in bed, and I'm tied to the bed, again, of course, and
someone knocks on the door. Carl answers the door! It's one of
his buddies -- another nerdy grad student -- and Carl invites him
in to join us. I said, `no way!' and Carl laughed and asked,
`what are you going to do about it, Penny?' He was right, I
wasn't in a position to do anything about it. I never knew if
Carl set me up or not. The two guys took turns with me until
they were both exhausted. I was still so hot, I could have gone
on for days. I was tempted to knock on Lester's door and ask him
if he wanted a turn, but I didn't. He would have probably
fainted.
"Oh, yeah, Jake, oh, yeah! And that's my Carl story. So
you were right to have suspicions about him! Yes! Yes!
Yessssss!"
There were no more stories till the next time.
* * * * * * * * * *
Two Sundays later, Penny and I were in bed. It was a dark,
rainy day and perfect for what we were doing. When I arrived,
Penny had opened the door naked and we fucked on the living room
coffee table as she told me all about her date the night before.
Over coffee, Penny smiled wickedly, "Remember the first time
we fucked, after we split up?"
I had to smile back. "Sure. I met one of your lovers on
the way out. You two had just finished."
Penny nodded, "Yeah. You got `sloppy seconds' and you
seemed to like it."
"I remember you being a little hot to trot, too."
"Oh, yeah, I was. I loved it. It may have been the best
cum I ever had in my life. Well, until just now."
"Well, that's great, Penny. Glad to be of service."
"Not just you."
"What do you mean?"
"There had to be someone else."
"I'm not following."
Penny rolled her eyes, but reached over and gently took my
cock in her hand. "I should have mentioned it, Jake. You just
had sloppy seconds, again!"
BOING!
"Wow, Jake, I think you like sloppy seconds! Bob and I
fucked all night, but I didn't tell you that after we showered
this morning, on his way out, he bent me over the sofa and fucked
me good!"
"Let's do it in bed this time, Penny!"
We were in bed and taking our time. Penny lifted my mouth
away from her breast and asked, "What was another suspicion,
Jake? When was another time you thought I was fucking around on
you?"
"I *KNOW* you were fucked, Penny, but I want to know what
really happened that night I brought you home from the Frat
house?"
She lowered my head back down to her breast. "Hmm, I can't
be much help to you there. I was blotto! I have a hazy memory
of three guys, but, sometimes, I think there were more. I know
my jaw and pussy were sore the next day!"
"Yeah, you told me you gave them blow-jobs and then you
fucked them."
"Well, that's about as much as I remember that night, too;
but I think it was more like they fucked me. God! Remember the
next rush week?"
I chuckled, "Yeah, you entered your tits in a contest. I
still can't believe you didn't win!"
"Mmm... Goin' a little lower, eh? Does it smell a little
musky down there? You're sweet to say that, but the girl that
won was a blonde and had a set of 44s. The crowd ate her up."
"Was it just touchie-feelie, as you said?"
Penny laughed a loud laugh, "Well, maybe it wasn't as
innocent as I portrayed it to you, Dear. I remember giving a few
quick hand-jobs and kissing a few dicks. I think even two
good-looking guys got to give me quickies against a wall. But
the scene started to get bizarre. The guys were getting drunker
and drunker and were quickly getting out of control. Guys were
mauling my tits and ass, and besides a finger or two, they were
trying to shove their fists and bottles up the girls' cunts. All
of us got scared so we all dressed as best we could and got out
of there before a sex riot started.
"The next two rush weeks were better."
I lifted my face, "That was after I moved away. You told me
you didn't go."
She batted her eyelids and smiled, "Sorry, Jake. I lied."
"So tell me."
Well, the next one was in our Junior year, and we knew a lot
of guys on campus. I think Debbie and I went to at least one
party every night. They were a blast -- free booze, free drugs,
free music. Every party at least one somebody got lucky with
your ex-wife."
"No gang-bangs? No nude dancing?"
"I don't think so, that year. But the next year... We were
Seniors and out for all the fun we could get.
"I remember one night... there was Debbie and me and some
other girl I didn't know. I think we were pretty wasted.
Anyway, we're up in a bedroom with a couple of frat guys and four
prospective pledges. The frat guys told the pledges that they'd
never get into the frat if they didn't have good `penile-pussy
sensitivity.' Everybody got naked and the blindfolded pledges
laid on the floor. Each of us (the three girls) was to take
turns straddling them, giving the boys ten strokes each, then the
boys had to guess which pussy matched which girl. Of course, the
joke was that none of the pledges lasted all thirty strokes. The
first pledge I fucked didn't even last the first ten strokes!
The frat brothers laid into them for being such fast shooters and
threatened to blackball them if they pledged. After a while,
they let the pledges in on the joke. Two pledges stayed in the
room and the seven of us had fun for a couple of hours. I left
another pair of panties on another frat house wall that night!"
I moved up onto Penny and buried my aching cock in her hot
cunt.
"Go slow, Jake, this is nice. Later that week Debbie and I
did enter a striptease contest. It's very sexy to take your
clothes off in front of such a friendly crowd."
"Did you win?"
"No, I think a blonde won that year, too. Maybe I should
have dyed my hair!"
"Any sex?"
"Of course, there was sex, lover. That's what rush week was
all about for the girls that went. I think that night I wound up
with a basketball player who was in the frat. And he gave me a
little present -- a case of the crabs!"
"Christ, Penny, you should write a book!"
* * * * * * * * * *
One Thursday afternoon at the office, my phone rings and
it's Penny, "I'll have something very special for you tomorrow.
Come by around six-fifty -- no later than 7 p.m. I'll have a
guest, and when you see him leave, come in." And she hung up.
Of course I was there the next evening. Right at 7 o'clock,
this big guy comes out of Penny's apartment. As soon as he pulls
away in his car, I sprinted to the door and walked in. I found
Penny naked, in bed. She was on her back with her legs spread
and facing the doorway. Her hands were holding her pussy wide
open. As I stared at the gobs of fresh cum in her soft pubic
hair, and spread around her leaking cunt and dripping into a
growing puddle on the sheet, she smiled at me and said, "You
always want to hear about it. I was wondering if you'd like some
more sloppy seconds while I told you!"
I ripped my pants and boxers down my hips and buried my
instant erection balls-deep into her sloppy-hot pussy. I still
had my shoes and socks on! It was wonderful!
As I started fucking her, Penny told me that the guy that
just left was Brian and he always had enormous cums. He had been
away at some training class for the week, and Penny had promised
him a hot fuck as soon as he got home, if he promised not to cum
all week. She said he saved it all for her all week, but she
teased him and told him she had forgotten about a previous
engagement that she couldn't reschedule. But, she told him she'd
be ready and waiting for a quickie if he drove straight to her
place from the airport. He arrived, buried his cock up her cunt
and let go with a tremendous blast that Penny said she could feel
squeezing out of her pussy, around his buried cock. Then she
chased him away so I could enjoy the fruits of his abstinence.
I don't know if I matched Brian, but I didn't really care as
my orgasm felt like it was blowing the top off my head. Penny
said hers was one of the most intense she'd ever had.
We spent the rest of the weekend in bed, kissing, sucking
and fucking.
That was the weekend Penny told me about the picnic.
I was on the bed on my back and Penny was lowering herself
down on my dick. I reached up to caress her breasts and said, "I
have another suspicion."
"Mmmm, go ahead."
"The store picnic. I believed you when you said nothing
happened because I wanted to believe it. But you two girls,
naked, five naked good ol' boys, all that booze and dope, and
time. I think something went on in those woods."
"You're absolutely right, Jake, something did go on in those
woods. A lot went on in those woods!'
She slowed down on me. I knew she was trying to pace
herself to cum just as she finished the story.
"Those five guys weren't as friendly as we made out at the
time. You and Billy really left Michelle and me in a very bad
spot."
"I know, Penny, I still feel bad about it."
"Well, she deserved it, I didn't. Anyway, they invited us
to go with them and Michelle and I were angry at you and Billy,
so we agreed, so we could teach you a lesson -- we didn't want to
still be where you left us whenever you decided to return.
"They led us to their little pool in the woods and soon made
it clear they were going to fuck us before anyone went swimming.
We were lost, trapped and alone. I didn't know what to do.
"Michelle -- that bitch -- grabbed the bottle of Jack
Daniels and put back a healthy slug. Then she looked at the guys
and asked, `Okay, who's got the biggest dick?'
"The tallest guy said, `I do.'
"Michelle pointed to me and said, `Okay, you get to fuck my
friend, Penny, first! She just loves big cocks'
"So he walks over to me with his hard-on, makes me get on my
hands and knees and just slides it home.
"And that was just the start. For the next two hours or so,
we took them all on. We both fucked all five of them and
probably blew them all, too. I think two or three of them kept
getting hard-ons and fucked us both again. I know I was fucked
eight or nine times.
"I didn't particularly want to be gang-raped but I didn't
see a way out other than cooperating. On the other hand,
Michelle was hot to trot and began blowing one while another
porked her from the rear. You would not have believed how slutty
Michelle behaved, taking two guys at a time! She was loving it,
Jake! She even told the Black guy to fuck her up her ass!
"When you two showed up, we had just gotten out of the pond,
after washing up. What would you have done if you had gotten
there a half-hour sooner?"
"I don't know, Penny. It was a tense situation when we did
get there."
"Tell me about it. I just wanted to get the four of us out
of there before the five guys changed their minds. When we were
saying good-bye, and jerking the two big studs off, they were
asking us for our phone numbers. Can you believe that?"
"So, you didn't have one orgasm the whole time?"
"I didn't say that, Jake. In fact, I must have had twenty
orgasms that afternoon. Just like the one I'm gonna have, right
now!"
* * * * * * * * * *
Sloppy seconds became a sick and twisted habit with us that
we both loved. Penny would even call me at 2 a.m. to tell me to
rush over and bury my cock in her cunt, after it had been
well-used by a lover that night. I never said no.
One night, I was asleep, in bed with a woman I had dated a
few times -- when I got Penny's "just fucked" phone call. I
explained to my date that my ex-wife saw a prowler and I rushed
over to her place for sloppy seconds.
Another night, after I had stripped and buried my cock into
her especially sloppy cunt, she smiled up at me and told me that
I wasn't her second cock of the night, but her third! I was
following two lusty brothers! Penny had been dating one brother
and the other brother was in town and joined them for dinner.
Penny said it wasn't anything she planned, but the wine and the
mood and the moon made it seem like the right thing to do.
Neither brother had minded sharing her and she had enjoyed having
both of them (twice). Then she said she wanted to make it a
perfect night, by calling me over for "sloppy thirds." With
which I soon obliged her.
And every time we fucked, she had another sexy story for me.
According to Penny, she and Debbie Greer cut a wide swath through
the male population at their university. The two of them spent
more time in dorm rooms than the residents. Penny was going
steady with me, or, later, engaged, and wasn't looking for any
commitment from any of the men. Debbie was just a slut who never
thought about anything except the next guy she was going to fuck.
As far as the men were concerned, they were perfect fuck
partners. Most of the time, Penny and Debbie would party with a
pair of guys, but neither of them was opposed to going a little
wild.
Debbie enjoyed making out with two guys. She liked being
the center of their attention and feeling the four hands, two
tongues, and two cocks. She said women were built to make love
with two men. Apparently, it wasn't hard to convince Penny she
was right. Penny said to me, "so every so often, we'd treat
ourselves."
Penny said one Summer weekend, when her parents were away,
she invited Debbie over on Friday for a swim and a sleepover.
Debbie showed up with six horny guys! They stayed the whole
weekend and Penny was chasing them out the backdoor as her
parents pulled into the driveway on Sunday night.
Penny and Debbie volunteered to work the orientation the
Summer before their senior year. She said the school was always
curious why their session had the happiest class of freshman
boys. Penny said she and Debbie gave an all new interpretation
to "incoming freshmen!"
Finally, two nights before we were married, Debbie set a
party up for Penny in a motel room. When Penny got there, Debbie
left. Penny wasn't alone -- Debbie had invited the three guys
she remembered as having the biggest cocks at school. On her way
out, she told Penny to "have fun, fuck them till they die, and I
hope they stretch your pussy so much you won't even feel
Jake-ee-poo on your wedding night!"
Debbie always did like me.
* * * * * * * * * *
One night, we were in bed sipping champaign, when she turned
to me. "Do you have any suspicions left, Jake, or did we clear
them all up for you?"
I thought about it for awhile. "How about your Christmas
and New Year's in Texas?"
"No, other than an uncle being a little friendlier than he
should have been, nothing happened."
"'Nothing happened?' With you, I find that a little hard to
believe. What did he do, feel you up?"
"Yeah, to say the least. I could tell as soon as I got
there -- he couldn't take his eyes off me. He would wander the
house, trying to catch me in the bathroom or the bedroom. He'd
brush by me as closely as possible and his hand or elbow or hip
would brush my ass or tits.
"It soon became funny. I'd sit across from him and
'accidently' let him see I wasn't wearing any panties under my
miniskirt. One night he was in the hall when I came out of the
bathroom after a shower. I was drying my hair and my robe was
loosely tied. He could see just about all of my boobs, except
the nipples. He stopped and looked and then rushed to his room.
I laughed thinking of him whacking off in his room.
"Finally, one day, everyone was out of the house, except the
two of us. I stripped naked and laid on the bed feigning sleep.
I knew he couldn't resist a peek. Sure enough, in a few moments,
I heard the door open and I knew he was in the room. Then he
surprised me -- he got on the bed immediately and slid his
lubricated dick right into my pussy!"
"Your uncle?"
"My mom's older brother."
"Did he say anything?"
"Oh, we talked. He just had the hots for me. We fucked
every chance we got for the rest of the week. Oh, and get
this... I gave him his first blow-job!"
"Incredible story!"
"Yeah, it was. So, anymore suspicions, Dear?"
"I guess that's it."
"Didn't you ever have any suspicions about you friends?"
"My friends?"
"Yeah, Jake, your good buddies. Didn't you ever suspect any
of them?"
"Well... no, I guess I never did. Not Billy -- he was my
best friend."
She smiled and nodded, "Yep, I fucked him."
"What?"
"Yeah, fucked him twice. First time was when we had that
big room at the top of that old house down the beach. I woke up
one morning, feeling a dick bumping against my pussy. At first,
I thought it was you, but when I opened my eyes, it was Billy.
He was grinning like an idiot. I looked around and saw that both
you and Michelle were nowhere to be seen and I guess we both
thought you two were off fucking someplace, so we'd do the same.
He wasn't very good -- too fast and didn't last long at all.
When he was done, he got back in his bed and fell asleep again.
Then you came out of the bathroom, just in time to finish me off.
I knew I could count on you. Sloppy seconds, even then!"
"But Michelle and I didn't fuck."
"I know, I know. You told me what happened, and, Jake,
believe me, if you don't call that a fuck, you only miss by a
technicality!"
"I guess you're right. When was the other time you fucked?"
"When Michelle broke up with Billy."
[Author's note: after working the midnight shift at the
store, during the summer, Billy walked into his bedroom to find
Michelle fucking Billy's older brother -- a Marine home on
leave!].
Penny continued, "You remember how hard he took it. He
was a basket case for weeks. One night he stopped by the house
with a fifth of bourbon and we were drinking as we talked (and he
cried) and by the time the bottle was empty, we were naked and
screwing on my parents' kitchen floor! His lovemaking hadn't
improved."
"Billy, huh? What a surprise."
"He wasn't the only one."
"What do you mean?"
"...of your friends. He wasn't the only one of your friends
to boff me."
"Who else?" I groaned.
Penny laughed and reached for my cock. "Maybe I can ease
the pain, a little."
Later, Penny hugged me close and began talking. "Mike
O'Donnell was a real pussy-hound, did you know that?"
"Umm, we sort of drifted apart after he changed majors and
joined the Frat. When I knew him well, he was pretty stable. He
had been dating Terri Allen for a while before they set us up. I
always figured I owed him a big one for that."
"You're so sweet, but don't worry, Jake. He was paid back
in full!"
"God, him, too?"
"Yeah, when you left for your new job, I'm not sure you had
reached the interstate yet, and he was calling me. Asking me out
to a movie."
"I remember, now, he definitely had the hots for you. He
came up to visit when we were all together at the beach and you
sat there naked as a jaybird and as casual as could be. He liked
you, but he loved your body. Now I remember how he always looked
at you, the bastard."
"Well, the movie turned out to be a drive-in and we wound up
in the back seat. All that summer, at least two nights a week
and on the weekends when you couldn't get home, he'd call and
we'd go to the drive-in. One night, he shows up in a big, black
Cadillac with Vince Capreto. It was amazing what three motivated
people could do in that huge backseat. That happened three or
four more times before Vince went back to school.
"And I think Vince or Mike put the word out on me, because I
was always getting calls from different guys in that crowd --
Kenny, George, Brian, Pat, Sean, on and on."
"Did you fuck them all, Penny?"
"Most. Believe me, Jake, except for you, there's no loyalty
when a guy sees big boobs and sniffs available pussy."
* * * * * * * * * *
Fuck session after fuck session, story after story, I
listened to Penny tell me about the other men in her life. I
found it hard to believe that, even in the "free love" era, Penny
was as promiscuous as she was, and had been. I thought about me,
for two years lonely and missing her so badly, and she was out
getting her pussy fucked off. All the boys, all the men -- was
it all true? Gang-bangs, "best tit" and striptease contests.
One, two, three, four, five, how many men at a time?
I wondered if I ever really knew her at all. Was this the
sweet girl I dated and married? Had she ever loved me? How was
I so blind? Sometimes I thought, "what is wrong with her?" I
wondered if she had been abused, if it was a self-esteem problem,
or if she was just a slut. Maybe, as she said, she was a
fun-loving girl, having fun.
And what about me? I kept coming back for more and more.
If Penny was sick, I was sicker. I was perverted, a masochist.
It was the Seventies and I was single, and I was still fucking my
ex-wife instead of meeting other women. My social life was
stillborn, and when I did go out, nothing my dates said was
nearly as interesting as one of Penny's sex stories. I was
disgusted with myself.
Penny and I would spend an hour, or a day, or a weekend in
bed and when I left, I'd tell myself that that was the last time
-- I was never going back for sex. I knew I had to stop and get
on with my life. But, then... I'd get that phonecall and I'd
drop what I was doing, and Penny and I would be at it again. I
was an addict with an incurable habit.
* * * * *
The only thing that stopped me was going cold-turkey.
Penny had been right about her boss. He was smart and
ambitious and knew the business. Over the years, he had opened
offices in New York, Boston, Chicago and was now ready for the
West Coast. He told Penny she was ready to run one of his
offices and he wanted her to become a partner and open his
Seattle office. Not that I still had a right to be, but I was
really proud of her. It was quite an achievement.
The down side, of course, was that Seattle was going to be
too far to commute!
It was strange losing her. We had been husband and wife,
but even longer, we had been lovers and friends. I was going to
miss her deeply, and I think she felt the same. She was very
busy getting ready, but we managed a weekend together.
* * * * *
There hadn't been any lovers there before me -- no sloppy
seconds. We went out for expensive, romantic dinners. We took
baths together amidst fresh flowers and candlelight. We made
love on satin sheets. We drank brandy older than our parents.
In bed, sated and relaxed, we were quietly enjoying our last
moments together.
Penny lit a cigarette and sipped her brandy. Then she
smiled at me and said, "Jake, I have one more thing to tell you.
I've been debating and debating whether to tell you or not, and I
decided I had to."
"Sure, Penny, whatever you want to say. I'll listen."
"It's about all those things I told you about -- the ones
while we were dating -- my 'crazy' college years."
I felt my double-tined twinge -- excitement and jealousy. I
just nodded.
"It was all a lie!" Penny blurted out.
I didn't understand. "A lie? What was all a lie?"
"All of it, Jake. Well, almost all of it. What I
originally said about orientation week with Carl, and those two
rush parties that you knew about, that was true. But all the
rest... a lie."
"You mean you didn't sleep with my friends and all those
guys at your college? None of that happened?"
She shook her head.
"Why, Penny?"
"That's easy. It was turning us both on. I'm not sure I'll
ever have sex that good again in my life!"
I didn't know what I was feeling, but I knew I was laying
there with my mouth open. Finally, enough brain cells joined
hands, "C'mon, Penny. Are you just telling me this now, so I
don't think you were a bit... ah... promiscuous?"
"I swear, Jake. And I won't deny being a slut, but that was
after we were separated. Don't you get it, yet? Jake, I loved
you! You were the first and, so far, only love of my life, and
since we met, all I ever wanted to do was marry you and live
happily ever after. It was my dream. Fucking around wasn't part
of that dream."
I wasn't sure what I was feeling. I remembered all those
hours in bed with Penny, being spurred on and on by the stories;
but, I also wanted to believe her -- because if it had all been a
lie, then I really did know the Penny I had been in love with.
"Penny, this is quite a shock."
She grasp my hand, "And all those things I told you I did
weren't shocking to you?"
"Well, yeah, some were a little on the bizarre side. I'd
like knowing you weren't gang-raped because I played a stupid
practical joke on you."
"I wasn't gang-raped, Dear. There were a few gropes and
feels while we were swimming, but I think something bad may have
happened if you hadn't found us when you did."
"No Billy, or Mike, or Vince or your boss?"
"Just, you, Baby. I'll swear on a stack of Bibles and I'll
take a lie-detector test. What I said about my college years was
made-up and said for fun. We were both enjoying it, weren't we?"
I lowered my chin on my chest. "I'm embarrassed to admit it
-- I had some mixed feelings -- but I did enjoy it."
"Me, too, Jake. But I'm telling you this, now, because I
want you to think kindly of me. What I want you to remember
about me is that I loved you, and in a non-married way, I still
love you."
"And I love you, Penny."
* * * * * * * * * *
I knew as I watched Penny's plane taxi away from the
terminal I was going to miss her terribly; and, that I was never
going to find another lover like her. I was right -- I haven't.
Penny and I still exchange Christmas and Birthday cards, but
that's the extent of our communications. She makes more money
than she can count and is an avid sailor and pilot. She
re-married (no children). She's happy. I guess I can't wish her
anymore than that.
I was fortunate enough to meet my present wife, and I'm the
happy, proud father of three great teenage girls. Life has been
good to me, too. And I still like listening to those "oldies" on
the radio -- they always dust off a memory or two of growing up
in the Sixties, man.
..............
Oh, yeah.
A couple of years ago, I got word that Vince Capreto's dad
died. I flew down for the funeral. Vince's dad had been
ninety-six when he died and the funeral had more of a sense of
celebration than sadness. It was nice seeing so many old friends
-- even though we had all grown up and grown old!
Sometime after midnight, when most of the people had gone, a
few of us sat around, drinking and talking about old times in our
old party basement -- I was sorry to see the old chair was gone.
In the background, on a CD-player, Smokey Robinson was singing
those notes only he could sing. Someone asked where Penny was
now.
"Seattle. Been there twenty years. She's doing fine."
Mike O'Donnell, obviously feeling no pain, slurred, "Penny
Grant. She was the hottest piece of ass I ever met. She didn't
just like to fuck, she *LOVED* to fuck!"
I saw Vince and a couple of my other old friends nodding
their heads in agreement.
Mike looked around the room and saw me. "Oops, no 'fense,
Jake."
"None taken, Mike."
Penny didn't have to worry. I still think kindly of her.
*
THE END