A Passion for Penny Ch. 03

As if on cue, the moon began to shine through the high narrow windows turning the room into a black and white movie in which we were starring.

Never shy to make the first move, Penny boldly slipped her hand between our bellies and down the front of my shorts, grasping my shaft firmly. I heard myself moan with pleasure and surprise.

My hands fell to her waist, then to her buttocks and I pulled her firmly against me, squeezing her hand, still wrapped around my cock, between our two stomachs. My eagerly searching fingers found the hem of her short night gown and lifted it, exposing her bare cheeks to my touch, delighted that she wore no panties.

I kneaded her firm, taut, naked buttocks as she hotly massaged my erection, pulling her cheeks apart and running a finger lightly up and down her cleft, each downward stroke bringing my fingers closer to the base of her vulva and her precious hot core.

As my invading fingertips touched her moist pubic hair from behind, Penny whimpered softly, rolling her hips against them. I felt dampness beneath my touch and my hands moved outwards as I brought my palms under her buttocks. She ground herself against my erection, making me harden still further and as I pulled her closer, my breath came faster and her gyrations became more frenzied.

With a sly smile, she pushed herself away from me and almost theatrically lowered herself to her knees, her hands dragging my shorts down with them as they descended. I felt my cock trapped in my shorts, bend painfully downwards, then 'pop' out as the elastic waistband suddenly released it from its captivity. In an instant, Penny's hot mouth was around its head and her hand was cupping my tight scrotum. Her sharp teeth lightly grated against its firm sides as her active tongue smothered my sensitive head.

I moaned with pleasure and was rewarded by Penny's hands finding my buttocks and pulling me deeper into her mouth. Her tongue was all over and around me, finding the sensitive groove behind my smooth head and toying with it until my knees weakened. Thinking back, this could only have been the second time she had performed this beautiful service for me and her proficiency was simply astounding.

(Penny – cold, professional, intimidating – you are quite the best cock sucker I have ever encountered.)

As her head bobbed forwards and backwards in time with the motion of her hands on my buttocks I realised that unless I stopped her immediately I would cum in her mouth and leave her unsatisfied – for I knew that even this one encounter was a risk and we couldn't wait for me to recover for a 'second round'.

I held her head in my hands, slowing her movements until they stopped and tilted her face towards mine. Her eyes in the moonlight sparkled with mischief. I took her hand and pulled her gently to her feet.

We kissed, her lips pressed hard against mine, her mouth open, and her tongue seeking my own. My hands once again found her buttocks and, as I slid my middle finger again down the cleft in her bottom, over her tight anus and deeper down between her thighs to reach the lower edge of her vulva, I could taste myself faintly on her lips. I felt warmth and wetness in my palm and, as the tip of my finger parted her inner lips, a sudden weakness in her knees.

Penny's arms tightened around my neck and I felt her weight resting on me. My hands returned to beneath her buttocks and I lifted her slender, hot body off the ground. She wrapped her legs around my upper thighs as I carried her forward, staggering a little in the darkness until her buttocks were perched on the edge of the large antique oak kitchen table.

Feeling the cool of the wood beneath her, Penny inhaled softly and released my waist. She lay back in the semi darkness, her night gown around her waist, her legs apart, and her neatly trimmed pubic hair in the shadow of her thighs.

I could make out the outline of her slender body in the silver grey moonlight. My hands quickly found her knees and my fingers ran slowly down the inside of her thighs towards her waiting vulva where they brushed against the triangle of short, wiry hair. I briefly paused, my fingers very slowly exploring the opening of her slit, before slipping confidently into her moist opening.

Penny moaned as my long middle finger slid its full length into her vagina until my palm rested against her mound. I began to move it around in small circles inside her body – as I knew she loved - feeling her warmth and wetness; hearing her mounting pleasure as her breath caught in her throat. I felt her body tense then relax and slowly, carefully slid a second finger alongside the first. A low groan told me it was welcome and, turning my hand over, I thrust my fingers as deep into her body as I could, withdrew them and thrust them in again. I could feel her loosen with every forceful stroke.

"Deeper! Nnnngh!" She hissed in the darkness.

I worked my fingers in and out of her body, curling them upwards towards her pubic bone; seeking the rough patch of her G-spot. Penny's hips bucked slowly but forcibly back and forth against my hand, her back arching, soft moans coming from her mouth as if she was biting her lip.

"More! More!"

Giving birth to two children had robbed Penny's vagina of much of its youthful tightness, so I carefully inserted a third finger and then most of a fourth, thrusting my hand deep into her until my knuckles stretched her inner lips tightly. With a low moan, Penny pulled her knees apart with her hands, spreading wide her pale, athletic thighs in an almost obscene manner and croaked. I could feel her cervix against my fingertips and I toyed with it, the mere thought if it driving my passion even higher.

"Oh God! Yes! Fill me! Stretch me! Hurt me!" She grunted, her words, though low, cut the silence in the room like a knife.

"Shhh!" I wispered softly.

As always, crude words coming from this educated, professional, upper middle class mother turned me on even more. I began to rub my thumb in little circles over her clitoris while my fingers, deep within her, rubbed her G spot (or where I thought it was) rapidly.

"God!" She whispered, almost choking on her words. "It's ….so…..my cunt….so good……my cunt….Oh my God!"

The voice, low and hoarse, was barely recognisable as Penny's and my erection, flailing about in the darkness was now making its presence clearly felt.

A cloud passed over the moon and the darkness became almost absolute, but I could still feel Penny's heat; hear the soft, wet, slurping sounds of my fingering – almost fisting - in the silence and increasingly smell the hot scent of her wet vulva. I felt her tightly stretched vagina contract suddenly as her body convulsed with pleasure. My palm filled with sticky pungent wetness as Penny shook with the force of her first small orgasm.

"Don't stop….. Ohhhh!.....Fucking hell….Fuckfuckfuck!" She bit into her own knuckles to try and keep silent.

A second spasm passed over her and my arm felt even wetter as more fluids dribbled through the hairs on my inverted forearm. Her body writhed on the table top and her splayed legs kicked uncontrollably.

My erection was now almost vertical and painful and I was beginning to worry about the noises Penny was making. I slowed my hand until her climax subsided a little and, as she gasped for breath, I gently slipped my fingers out of her stretched vagina.

I heard a short bleat of protest and softly shushed her.

Dropping to my knees between her thighs, I quickly leaned forward and licked Penny's flowing slit with a long single stroke from its base to her clitoris.

She gasped! Her hands reached down to grip my head tightly and hold my tongue against her body. I licked her again, this time my tongue firm and pointed. Penny's fingers entwined themselves in my hair and held me firmly as my tongue began to dart eagerly in and out of my mouth and up and down her slit, first in long strokes along her inner lips, then in short rapid movements across and underneath her clitoris.

Penny began to moan and writhe again on the table, her back arching. I could feel her excitement increasing and slipped two of my fingers back into her vagina, rotating them as my active tongue ran under her clitoris again. Her body twitched and her breath came in shorter and shorter gasps. I could hear her, feel her, smell her, even taste her, but could barely see her.

The excitement was hard to bear. Fearing premature ejaculation I decided it was time to do what she had asked me to do.

It was time to fuck her!

I slowly rose to my feet, watching her closely as she panted on the table; her pale skin just visible in the darkness in contrast to the dark wood of the old oak on which she lay. Leaning over her, I gradually introduced the tip of my cock between her open inner lips. I placed my palms on Penny's smooth white knees and firmly pushed them upwards and apart, noticing for the first time that she was wearing short white socks to protect her feet from the cold stone floor.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Tom!" She growled. "Fuck me hard!"

"Shhh! Penny! Shhh" I hissed again

In an attempt to bring things to a swift but pleasurable conclusion, I drove my cock into her with my whole weight, hearing a small gasp of intermingled shock and pleasure in response, and feeling her body slide up the now slimy polished table top. I slipped my hands under her knees and pulled her back towards me then, wrapping my arms around her long, slender legs, I began to slide myself confidently in and out of her - first in long, slow, silent strokes, then with increasing speed and vigour.

Her vagina was very loose around my shaft which was a blessing because otherwise I would have cum instantly despite having cum once already that evening. I felt her try and tighten and my excitement grew and grew.

Leaning over to look down into what I could see of her face, I began to thrust harder and harder. Twice more, my driving thrusts pushed Penny too far up the table and I had to pull her bodily back to the edge. Her back arched beneath me again, tightening her grip on my erection, and we both began to pant. I felt rather than saw her fingers seeking out the edges of the table and gripping them tightly. She began to make small animal noises under her breath and relaxed her hips further, letting the power of my thrusts open her legs wider and wider.

The table began to make small 'bump bump' noises as my hard thrusts drove it and Penny gradually along the tiled floor. Realising this would surely wake up Paul who was sleeping directly above us despite his drinking, I held back on the force of my thrusts and pressed Penny's knees and legs together with my hands, tightening her around my cock as hard as I could to bring us both to orgasm faster.

The effect was instant and gratifying – at least for me.

Penny's eyes flew open and I gasped as my climax flooded in on me. Powerful spasms convulsed my body as my hips drove forward and backwards as if beyond my control. Forcing her knees even harder together, I pulled Penny's legs firmly, forcing her buttocks down onto my driving cock. Its base burned as I began to cum inside her, biting my lip to stifle any sound. I could hear the sound of my balls slapping against her firm buttocks and her muffled, hard, guttural moaning in time with my pumping.

Finally my semen scorched me as it surged along my erect cock and – it seemed - poured into Penny's waiting body as she writhed on the hard wooden table top. I thrust hard half a dozen times, feeling her wet, wide vagina all around me.

Eventually my thrusts slowed, then stopped and I rested, breathless, my knees weak as my cock gradually softened inside her. My breathing slowly returned to normal and I sought to hear Penny's sweet breathing underneath me. Silently, I ran my palms over her legs, thighs and buttocks, stroking her soft skin in the all-encompassing darkness.

Finally, slowly, I drew myself back and my softening cock flopped messily from her hot, sticky body.

After a minute of heavy breathing from both of us, I groped in the darkness for Penny's hands and gently helped her sit on the edge of the table. She massaged her thighs and bent backwards to stretch her spine.

"Oops!" She whispered, suddenly looking down between her legs. "I'm leaking."

"I'll take care of that." I reassured her quietly, stroking her cheek with my (rather sticky) finger.

She leaned forward against me and hugged me firmly to her before whispering in my ear.

"Did I do what you wanted?" I asked, uncertainly. "Did I make you cum?" It had certainly seemed that way but after all, one never really knows.

"It was just what I needed." She replied and kissed me on the lips without sentiment. "Thank you."

"I hope I'm always just what you need." I said stupidly.

"Corny!" Penny teased me. "But I know what you mean." She kissed me again, this time our tongues met. She tasted salty. Unconsciously, she licked her lips after our mouths parted as if savouring the taste of herself on my lips!

"We'd better go back to bed." She said, slipping off the table and standing unsteadily next to me. She pulled her nightgown down and we hugged again for what seemed a long time. I nuzzled her hair, feeling the silence of the old house in the night.

"Better not push our luck. You go first. I'll tidy up." I said, nodding at the table where the damp evidence of our lovemaking was glistening in the soft light.

"Okay." She said, uncharacteristically a little embarrassed, straightening her nightie over her bottom again.

"I'll give you a few minutes, then I'll come up too." I said.

A thought suddenly occurred to me. I bent my mouth to her ear and whispered even more softly.

"You didn't, did you?"

"Didn't what?"

"You and Paul…….didn't….do it… tonight?"

Penny laughed mockingly. Her hot breath was on my ear as she replied.

"If you couldn't tell from where you were, I'm not going to help you."

Her voice was light now, amused. I wished I could see her face better.

"OK Pen. I…..I lo…….I…..enjoyed it."

I gave her one last hug and kissed her on the cheek.

"I lo…..liked it too, Tom. Goodnight."

She blew me a kiss and was gone. I heard her footsteps in the corridor outside, then padding quietly up the stairs. There were a few tiny taps above me, then the floor creaked as – I imagined - she slipped into the bed alongside her husband who presumably was still asleep.

I waited in the darkness, recovering my breath and thinking as the room grew colder.

Gradually it dawned on me that I had made love to both the women in my life in a single evening. It had been wonderful but I also knew that we had taken a ridiculous risk – one we must not take again.

Reaching towards the sink for a damp cloth, I wiped the evidence of our lovemaking from the table top, hoping I had found it all in the dark. I would make sure I was first downstairs in the morning to check. I threw the cloth in the dustbin, not wanting to make noise by turning on the tap. Finally, I picked my shorts up from the floor and pulled them back on. They were cold and damp and my sticky cock stuck to the material.

Silently, I made my way upstairs.

In bed next to a soundly sleeping Jane, I lay awake in bed for a long time. My cock was pleasantly sore and my head was full of images of what had occurred.

Had we got away with it? How on earth would I behave normally in the morning?

Taking risks like this we would surely be discovered soon. It was definitely time to go home.

There it is Penny; I the first of my stories for you. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed remembering it.

Love 'Tom' xx