Penny's Promiscuity Ch. 43-45

I shivered in pleasure and expectation.

Pete's mouth passed from my right breast to my left and back, drawing and suckling on each in turn as his hands began to stroke my belly, sides and back before descending to my bottom where they cupped and massaged my bony buttocks through my panties.

"You are so beautiful," he mumbled into my nipple as his hands began to work their way inside my soaking wet knickers.

For a moment I felt ashamed at what he would find, but again my wonderful husband seemed entirely unperturbed by the state of either my damp underwear or the familiar smelling juices oozing from between the hidden, swelling lips between my skinny thighs.

His warm body pressed close to mine, Pete's expert fingers began to lower my panties, first slipping the elastic waistband into the fold of flesh at the base of my buttocks. Then, abandoning my boobs and falling to his knees before me, he eased them the full length of my thighs and calves until they lay useless around my ankles.

I stood there, my nightgown fallen open around my shoulders, my short, regrown pubic hair speckled with grey hairs and glistening with moisture only inches from my husband's face. I looked down on him, his silver-grey hair tousled from the bed, the thinning patch on top endearingly visible as before my eyes, his mouth moved closer and closer to my groin.

I could feel the warmth of hid breath on my inner thighs, then the tip of his nose running up my opening slit as his hands danced over my buttocks and the back of my thighs.

"You're so red, so puffy and distended already," he whispered again.

I could have been nothing else after rubbing myself against the folded towel for a good twenty minutes of feeding, but his words made me feel a little more self-conscious.

"I love it when you get turned on like this," he continued. "I love it when your body gets ready to be fucked."

His voice was low. I could tell he was very turned on himself. He stroked my legs and buttocks again, from my waist to the backs of my knees as his nose and tongue toyed with my public hair and the outside edges of my outer lips.

"Were you this turned on for Darren, Penny? Did your body know it was going to get knocked up when he fucked you?"

He was working himself up into a state of excitement. I said nothing, I just ran my fingers through the hair on his head and let him continue.

"Your cunt is swollen Penny. Look at it! Your lips are red. They're opening now like they opened for him. You want to be fucked Penny, don't you? You want to feel a cock inside that cunt again, don't you?"

"Yes Pete! That's what I want," I replied, playing the game as well as I could.

"Did you want it that night Penny? Did you know when he stuck his cock in your cunt that he was going to fuck a baby into you? Did you want him to knock you up?"

"Yes Pete," I hissed, pressing his face against my groin as I spoke. "That's what I wanted. I knew I was fertile, and I wanted him to fill my cunt with his sperm. I wanted him to make a baby in my belly. I wanted him to make me his!"

It wasn't true but it was a good turn-on for my husband. When Leanne was actually conceived, I had given no thought either to pregnancy or birth control. All I knew was that Pete had walked out and I needed that fit, athletic young man to fuck the living daylights out of me.

And as far as Darren knew, that is exactly what he had done. All night. No more, no less. Only I, Pete and now Julie knew he had done a bit more and left a little present in my womb.

Pete brought his fingers from my buttocks to my groin. A moment later he had pushed my legs apart and was opening my slit wide with his thumbs. I felt his breath in the dark valley revealed.

I felt humiliated, degraded at the crude treatment but at the same time, more and more turned on.

"Look at you, Penny," Pete hissed again. "Your clit is all swollen too. It's sticking right out. You're in heat, Penny. I've never seen you need fucking so badly."

He dipped his head forward and drew his tongue along the length of my slit, from its base to the swollen clitoris at its apex. The sudden stimulation made my body shake and my knees wobble. I grabbed Pete's shoulder to steady myself.

"You taste of it too, you slut. You've got so turned on, you're oozing juices from your cunt. I can smell them and taste them. How about that, Grandma."

"Well you'd better lick them up, hadn't you, Grandad!" I growled.

The game was getting easier to play as his fingers and tongue worked their magic on the soft collection of flesh between my thighs, his gentle pressure driving me slowly backwards towards the bed.

I felt the edge of the mattress against the back of my legs and lowered myself to the sheet. My legs opened wide, forced apart by my husband's head being pressed hard against my weeping vulva. As I leaned back on my elbows, I could only see the top half of his handsome face; the lower portion buried deep in my vulva. I could see the top of his head, the thinning patch of hair on its crown moving back and forth as his extraordinary tongue worked its magic along and inside my slit.

"Ohhhyyyyeeessss!"

The wave of warmth that radiated outwards from my groin made me tremble with pleasure. Pete must have felt my vulva shaking against his mouth because he lifted his head and looked across my baby-fat tummy and straight into my eyes.

"That little orgasm was from Tony," he smiled knowingly. "Your first unfaithful fuck! Remember Penny?"

Of course I remembered. I had thought of little else over the last few weeks. For a moment I worried whether Pete knew about Tony's renewed attempts to get into my knickers but then he lowered his mouth again and all such thoughts were driven from my mind.

I felt the touch of his tongue flicking along my slit again, diving momentarily into the entrance to my vagina then being dragged along the underside of my clitoris.

"OHHHYYYEEESSSS!"

My body shook again, more violently this time and I could feel my juices flowing more freely. Pete's tongue explored the damp valley in more depth as if seeking every last drop of fluid that oozed from my sex.

"That one was from Will," Pete mumbled into my downy mound. "Enjoy it while it lasts."

I shuddered again, my mind filling with vivid images of my reflected image being fucked mercilessly by that young, fit, athletic man in the sports club changing rooms, the strong smell of my orgasmic juices blending with the sweet aroma of his sperm-filled semen and the odour of stale sweat that pervaded the room around us.

Two more little climaxes followed, one from Adam, the other from Darren. Each left me shuddering at my husband's touch.

"Christ, you're wet!" Pete's voice was hushed, as if genuinely amazed though he had seen me in a state of high arousal many times. "And so, so open."

"Then fill me," I growled. "Fill me Pete, please!"

Suddenly, beneath my husband's active mouth, I became aware of fingers being inserted into my tingling vagina. Already almost beyond rational thought, I felt first one, then a second enter me but disappointingly, their presence barely made an impression on my loose entrance.

"Mmmm!" I purred, enjoying the sensation, but feeling nowhere near filled. "More. I want more."

"Your wish is my command!"

I gasped softly as a third of Pete's fingers slipped between my lips, joining the others in my vagina. This did feel tight, the flesh of my entrance stretched around my husband's knuckles. He twisted his hand left and right as if finding a comfortable lie. Each twist sent shivers through my hips and belly.

"Mmmm Yesss Please! Fuck me with your fingers!"

A moment later Pete's mouth had abandoned my clitoris and all three fingers were being thrust in and out of my depths, first slowly, then growing faster and faster. I could feel myself loosening around him, fluids almost pouring from my body as if to ease his way, the wet slapping sounds emanating from between my highs all but obscene in their animal lust.

"You like being finger-fucked?" Pete growled above the slapping sounds.

"Yes! Oh God, yes!" I moaned in reply. "Don't stop!"

"You want more, Penny? Can your slutty cunt take it?""

The words were horrible and so unlike Pete, but I didn't care. All I could do was bite my lip, look across my flabby belly into my cuckolded husband's eyes and nod.

The hand in my vagina was pulled back for a second, then a bolt of pain shot through my lower belly as all four of my husband's fingers were brutally and unceremoniously thrust into my gaping cunt.

"Jesus!" I gasped as they entered me, stretching my inner lips wire tight, their tips reaching into the depths of my soul, let alone my body.

With only his thumb to constrain his movements, Pete began to fuck me with his fingers as hard and as deep as I could ever remember. His fingertips were rammed into my cervix with every forward thrust, the base of his thumb grinding against my already-battered clitoris.

"Jesus Christ!"

The brutality of this assault was far greater than I could remember receiving, even from the clumsiest of rugby playing boys who had managed to get into my knickers at school.

Slup-slup-slup-slup!

The noises coming from my groin grew wetter and even more obscene as I trembled and flexed on the bed. An orgasm was coming soon and we both knew it; me directly from my abandoned body, Pete from the powerful, almost piscine aroma of a woman on the verge of climax that was now filling the room.

Slup-slup-slup-slup!

I closed my eyes, let my legs fall as wide open as Pete's hands could push them, held my breath and waited for the release to come... but Pete had other plans.

Suddenly things inside me changed. Suddenly his fingers weren't pummelling my cervix anymore. Suddenly they were curling upwards inside me and were scraping lightning-fast across the small but distinct rough patch behind my pubic bone.

My precious G-Spot again! Oh. My. God!

It took barely a dozen of these tiny but crucial strokes before I knew something wonderful, familiar but unusual was happening. My hips became heavy, my legs like lead, my whole world went into slow motion as a burning flame was lit inside my lower belly.

The heat grew like wildfire, shooting down my inner thighs and up into my chest, depriving me of the power to breathe as the pressure behind my pubic bone soared beyond all reason or control.

Slup-slup-slup-slup! Slup-slup-slup-slup!

My eyes lost their focus, rolling back into my head, my arms flailed wildly but still Pete was relentless, working my G Spot like his life depended on it.

Slup-slup-slup-slup! Slup-slup-slup-slup!

The heat in my belly was almost intolerable now, the pressure behind my pubic bone so great it must surely split me apart. It grew stronger still, the smell coming from my abused cunt became both bitter and sweet at the same time. I raised my head, my dazed eyes fighting to focus...

And then for only the second time in my life, a jet of fluid burst from somewhere within my slit, shot almost a full foot up into the air before being sprayed across my husband's arm and chest.

"Yes!"

Pete's voice sounded almost triumphant, as if something great had been achieved. And indeed for me, something had but it wasn't over yet. Though I was beyond feeling or caring, Pete's hand kept on working inside me. His fingers kept on scraping across my g-spot, all four knuckles kept on being rammed into my wire-tight entrance.

The heat grew almost unbearable, the downwards pressure in my belly greater than ever, the pain from my abused vagina searing but Pete was relentless and I was helpless. Within a few moments, a second jet of fluid burst from me, then a third, each reaching higher in the air than the last before descending on my husband's arm again.

My whole body was convulsed as for the first time in my life I experienced a full-on, messy, scary female ejaculation. My legs kicked out, my eyes rolled back in my head, my stomach went into spasm and my chest went so tight I couldn't even think of breathing.

A fourth convulsion hit me, I dimly expected another jet of fluid to rise before my eyes but if there was one, it was too small or too weak to be seen over my soft, baby lined belly.

Pete had milked me dry.

I fell back on the bed, exhausted, tremors still pulsing through my body as Pete's fingers first slowed to a halt, then were slowly withdrawn from my abused vulva. I could feel the flesh of my formerly elastic entrance stinging as the cool bedroom air reached deep into my vagina.

As my head span, I could sense rather than feel Pete pulling off his clothes alongside the bed, then mounting me quickly. His cock slipped easily into my vagina, but I could barely feel it.

"Christ, you're really gaping Penn!"

I looked up into his handsome face, his powerful chest inched above my all but invisible boobs, his muscular arms either aide of my shoulders but was too shattered to respond.

Pete fucked me as if I was a ragdoll. I was too tired to play a part in the short, violent penetration and insemination that followed but I offered no resistance at all, allowing my husband complete, unrestricted access to my body.

Pete hammered into my nearly useless vagina like a man possessed, as if speed, force and vigour could extract some form of tightness or pleasurable sensation from the aperture he had so brutally abused only minutes before.

Apart from the slapping of his hips against my inner thighs and the pummelling of my cervix by his rounded head, I felt very little.

He must have been successful in his quest form pleasure because after only a few minutes of violent penetration, his face began to contort in the way I knew so well, and Pete's climax fell upon him.

"Fuck! Oh Fuck! I'm cummminggg!"

It was a powerful one. The ejaculation that followed was long and copious, if the quantity of semen that dribbled from my gaping entrance afterwards was anything to measure by. After he had pumped every last drop of warm, slimy semen into me, he pulled his softening cock out of my vagina and rolled onto the bed alongside.

In my dazed state, all I could do was look in astonishment at the man I had married all those years ago, and who could still surprise... no, shock me.

"Are you okay?" he panted.

I nodded.

"Was it as good as it looked?"

I shrugged. Had it been good? It had been extraordinary, painful, exhilarating, worrying, maybe even disgusting in its emissions but had it been good?

"I'm... I'm not sure. It was so... so intense..."

"You looked amazing," he grinned, kissing me on the forehead then on the chest. "Has anyone else ever made you... do that?"

I dimly wondered how many husbands had to ask their wives if any other man had made them squirt but was too bewildered to pursue the thought.

"No," I gasped. "Only you. Have you ever done it to...?"

The question seemed to send a flash of worry across my husband's face. Or was it just my post-orgasmic imagination?

"I enjoy surprising you," he replied.

It wasn't an answer to my question, but I was too dazed to object. Instead we cuddled close while the last few tremors left my body.

Afterwards, Pete and I cleaned up the messy bed and our even messier bodies before falling asleep, exhausted.

Leanne woke us an hour later. Pete brought her to me, and I fed her in bed, me on my side, her tiny mouth latched onto my nipple.

As she suckled in the darkness, I wondered anxiously whether this was the shape of our sex life in the future. Whether my vagina was now so stretched and damaged that only a brutal, four-finger-fuck would be able to bring me to orgasm.

To my shame, a joke kept going through my mind, one that had been popular at school for a short time when I was a teen.

'What's the difference between Penny Barker and a bowling ball?

'You can only get three fingers in the bowling ball!'

It had been a cruel joke at the time, based on rumour not fact, started by a boy I had tormented by allowing him to finger me during and after a school disco but cruelly refusing to go out with afterwards.

It hadn't been true; my teenage vagina had been as tight as any other girl's. Now however, after giving birth four times, things seemed to have changed.

Leanne spent the whole morning lying between us in bed as we dozed, feeding from me whenever she needed.

It broke all the clever new rules for bringing up a baby, but what did they know?