"Well, the future Mr. Hofst...oh wait, you're already Mr. Hofstadter," she joked, "my future husband; if that means it's time you fucked my brains out...then yes....I need to feel that big, beautiful cock inside me."
"That's such romantic talk...is that Shakespeare," he laughed as he stood up and pulled his shirt over his head. As he shoved his pants and boxers down his legs, Penny dropped to the carpet and shoved one of her throw pillows under her ass cheeks to tilt her pelvis upward. Shoving the coffee table out of the way she spread her long legs wide as she watched her favorite penis of all time wave in front of him. She had decided that Leonard's prick was the perfect size for her: a really fat nine inches that stretched her pussy just enough. From the first time they had made love, he had never disappointed her. Kneeling between her legs, Leonard thought he could spent eternity just looking at her nude form, she was his idea of perfection. But she made it clear that she expected more than just gazing, as she reached down and used her fingers to spread her fleshy lips apart.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered as he leaned forward and rubbed his bulbous crown up and down her wet slit.
"I'll bet you say that to all your future wives," she kidded him.
"You've got me there," he smiled as he pushed forward and watched his fat head force her slit even wider. Penny released her labia and they closed around his shaft, gripping it tightly and Leonard began to push forward, slowly sliding into her pussy. Her tunnel was so wet, tight and warm that he thought there was no better feeling in the world than being inside her. Putting his hands on her trim waist, he held her steady as his entire prick became buried up her belly. When his scrotum was nudged against her ass cheeks, Leonard paused to revel in the sensation.
The very first penetration was always the most magical and Penny appreciated the way he paused so they could both enjoy it. "Oh sweetie," she moaned as she felt the length of her tunnel stretch to accommodate his fat tool, "that feels soooo good." With her pelvis tilted upward, every inch of his penis was inside her and it felt incredible. It felt even better because she was in love. Leonard very slowly began to withdraw and she could feel her tunnel shrink as he did; totally aware as each inch left her hole. Her naked body shivered with pleasure when he slid back in, stretching her again. "Fuck me baby...fuck your little Penny." Leonard began to fuck his future bride, varying speed and force as his pole penetrated her.
They could both feel passion give way to pure lust as he started to slam his cock into her pussy, his balls slapping against her ass. What had begun as making-love, quickly escalated into fucking. "Oh my God, Leonard," she shrieked, "jam your fucking cock into me...fuck my cunt sweetie...fuck me." Leonard was ramming his prick into her hole as hard as he could; he felt out of control. Her magnificent tits had flattened out on her chest and were flopping up and down in rhythm with his thrusts. He couldn't believe how beautiful she was as her naked body writhed under him. Never was she more gorgeous than when she was being fucked. She screamed: "fuck me baby...stretch my cunt...oh my God, your cock feels so good."
Leonard pounded her pussy, driving downward with all his force. With every stroke, he ground his groin into hers, trapping her plump clit between them and causing her body to convulse. He cupped her perfect cheeks in his hands, providing him even more leverage, and slammed into her hole so hard they moved across the throw-rug. Leaning down, he licked her gumdrop nipples; first the right and then the left. As her tits bounced against her chest, he sucked her swollen nipple into his mouth and ground it between his teeth. Her body twitching, Penny begged him: "cum in me baby...cum in me...I need to feel your seed inside me."
He liked to pretend they were making a baby; which would of course be both beautiful and smart; and he immediately began to pump her full of his load. "Oh yesss," she groaned, "fill me baby...cum in me." She wrapped her legs around him so that every drop of his semen would be inside her. The sensation of being flooded with his warmth was overwhelming and she begged him: "give it to me sweetie...fill my cunt." Feeling her vaginal muscles squeeze his prick, Leonard just kept squirting into her hole until his balls were totally empty. They were both perspiring profusely and as Leonard collapsed on top of her incredible nude body, he quickly rolled to the side so as not to sweat all over her.
She noticed and knew he was being as considerate as he could, but didn't say anything; she just smiled and put her arms around his neck. "I love you," she whispered as she pulled him closer. "I have to tell you the truth about something," she teased him. "I absolutely love being fucked by you."
"Well, since we're being honest," he teased right back, "I love you too...and I have to admit that I don't think there is any better feeling in this world than being inside you."
"I don't know about you, but I think it's time we turned in...I'm really exhausted," she suggested, "and I'm way too tired for a shower."
Leaning over and kissing her right nipple, Leonard concurred: "I totally agree; and besides, if I were to soap up that incredible body right now...I think we would both end up even more tired." She hugged him tightly and they went hand-in-hand to the bedroom. As they lay in the dark, half asleep, Leonard smiled and felt the most relaxed and contented that he had ever been. A few years ago, he never would have dared to think that the girl of his dreams would agree to marry him. When she had first moved in, he had immediately fallen in love with her, but he assumed she was about as attainable as a trek to the summit of Mt. Everest.
Laying beside him in the dark, her head resting on his chest; Penny was also as contented as she had ever been. After dating a ton of trolls, she had finally found her knight-in-shining-armor. Leonard was actually chivalrous. He had once bought her a pre-owned car, when hers had broken down for good, so she could attend auditions instead of going back to the Cheesecake Factory. Truth was, he always put her well-being ahead of his own (a couple encounters with her ex-boyfriends were a prime example). Her life had turned out so different from the way she imagined all through childhood and adolescence. Every move had been focused on being a famous actress.
All her friends had grown up playing "house" with Barbies and imagining them to be housewives and mothers, and for Ken to be the perfect husband. Her Barbie had been a world famous actress and Ken had been her butler and chauffeur. They had been content with staying home and living next door to their parents, whereas Penny couldn't wait to escape the farm; although she loved her family and the animals. She had even joined 4-H as a way to get out of the house. Her father had given her a pet pig; Moondance; and she had used it as an excuse to travel to fairs and exhibits around the state. As she snuggled closer to Leonard and fell asleep, she remembered one of the adventures she had experienced because of Moondance.
Moondance had won a ribbon at the swine competition at the county fair and had moved on to the state competition that was held annually at the State Fair in Lincoln (since moved to Grand Isle). Penny was excited because it meant she would be spending two nights away from the farm in the big city. It had played out perfectly when her father told her he wouldn't be able to take them because he needed to get the south field cut and baled before the next rain. He told her: "you know what happens if you bale wet hay." She did: you run the risk of spontaneous combustion in the barn. He added: "your friend Anna's father, Bill, said he would be happy to take you and Moondance with Anna and her heifer. You be my good girl. Just because your eighteen now doesn't mean you can go wild. Bring home the blue ribbon, Slugger."
Penny knew Bill would be playing poker with the other fathers, and Anna had no interest in nightlife; so she would be free to explore. Not everyone knows that when you are "showing" an animal at the fairs, you don't just drop them off and leave. You are required to stay with your animal all night, so they bring their sleeping bags and sleep in the barns. There are several reasons for this. One is in case of fire, someone needs to lead the livestock to safety; another is just to keep the animals calm in a strange environment surrounded by unfamiliar sights and sounds. It's not necessary for all the owners to be there all night, both nights, so they usually draw straws (or hay) and half get to go out Friday night and the other half Saturday night. Penny knew that Anna would cover for her both nights if she asked. She didn't even have to ask as Anna told her to go ahead on Friday night even though Penny drew a short stalk.
One thing that Penny was never short of was self confidence. She never even gave it a second thought about wandering around the big city of Lincoln by herself at night. There were shuttle buses from the fairgrounds to the downtown area, but they stopped at 2:00 AM and if you were in the city after that, it was your responsibility to get back on your own. She dressed for a good time...she was looking to dance. Her cut-off jean shorts had been washed just the perfect number of times and were just the right length to draw the lustful looks she had come to enjoy; the bottoms of her cheeks peeked out if she bent over even the least bit. She had a button up sleeveless shirt with red checked material and she tied the shirt-tails in a knot around her belly so that her navel and taut stomach showed. What she was most proud of was her well-worn cowboy boots that slid effortlessly across the dance floor.
The clincher for this outfit was that the drinking age was twenty-one, and yet when her long graceful legs were on display, not one bouncer had ever glanced twice at her fake ID. When she got off the bus, she combed the downtown district for a hot dance club; following groups of people who seemed to be seeking the same thing as her. She finally found a fairly cozy club that featured a live band that seemed to be covering any dance song that was popular; even some old Donna summer songs. The first thing she did in the club was make a beeline to the restroom where she performed that mystical female ritual of removing her bra without taking her shirt off. Stuffing it in her bag, she admired her reflection in the mirror and headed back out to the floor. She knew that there must be some exhibitionist in her blood, because she really enjoyed the looks she got when she danced braless; not to mention the free drinks.
Of course immediately she was hit-on by half the males in the bar, but she just shrugged them off...she just wanted to dance. Whenever she took a break, a free drink would appear next to her at the bar and she was feeling very relaxed. She had made eye contact with a couple of the band members and when they took a break, the bass-guitarist sat next to her and began a conversation. His voice was like a smooth milkshake; it reminded her of Barry White; and he was built like a linebacker. Living in the country she had never had that much contact with black men (there were actually only two black families in town) and she found herself mesmerized by him. When he touched her arm, she couldn't help notice that his hand was huge.
Despite his seductive voice, he didn't hit on her, but rather had a sort of business proposition. He told her the band had been watching her dance all night and wondered if she could come back the next night and stay after the club closed. Saturday night after hours, the band was filming a music video, to send to an agent in California, of one of their original dance songs and they needed a couple of background dancers. Probably the free drinks influenced her decision, but it was really the thought of her moves on film being sent to California that caused her to jump at the opportunity. He introduced himself as Carlos and then his brother Ronny, who was the drummer. The lead singer was a dark Latino named Juan, and his cousin Danny played keyboard. Another tall black man, Angelo, was the lead guitarist, and she noticed he had incredibly long fingers as he strummed the strings.
