My glistening Penny.
This story follows on from a previous one, 'The coming of Penny.' Each can be read separately though reading them in sequence might make a few things clearer and I have done my best to keep overlap to a minimum. Finally a warning for any purists, this second part does contain paragraphs describing heterosexual activities.
I was not a lesbian! That encounter had been a one-of, an aberration, a mistake. After Penny had made me come so violently by pressing a wand to my sensitive little clit my resolution to never ever see her again lasted a whole three weeks. I was not a lesbian! I felt no attraction to other women, except that Penny had such a wide and sensuous mouth and our final passionate kiss had been so enjoyable, so intense and, at least on my part, so desperate. I was not a lesbian but Penny's nipples were divine; her breasts were small but her nipples! Her nipples were large and round and domed, I had literally never seen anything like them, the whole nipple rising like a cupola, they didn't just invite me but commanded me to suck them. I was not a lesbian but Penny was gorgeous with her long blond hair, even if it was dyed and her trim figure with those firm buttocks, that flat stomach and the soft tangle of dark hair between her legs. Why she fancied me, a woman almost twice her age with a scrawny neck, crowsfeet forming and breasts that were starting to sag was a mystery but fancy me she seemed to do. For three weeks now her words had kept echoing in my head, "I'll give you my number and when you are ready for a next time call me."
Next Tuesday Greg would be out for the evening, well out of the way where he could not slip home to check-up on me, as he so often did. I could sneak round and see Penny! I'd leave my phone across the road at my friend Alice's house whilst the battery ran out, then he couldn't see where I was using that stupid app. Greg insisted I keep a tracker on my phone so he could always find me in an emergency. During his nights out he would pop back to check 'I was OK, make sure I was safe.' He would text me a dozen times a day so he knew I was alright, not doing anything silly. He opened my post and read it so he could make sure that any bad news was broken gently. He knew all of my passwords and accessed all of my devices so he could keep me safe. His consideration for my welfare and well-being was all consuming. I even have to write my stories on an ancient laptop he's forgotten about and submit them from Alice's house. But Tuesday evening I could finally sneak away and he'd have to take my word for it; he'd be angry but I could plead stupidity and gossip and just about get away with it without serious consequences.
'Please let Penny be free. Please can she not be doing anything that evening. Please can she keep this call short, Greg's bound to ask about me calling a strange number.' Heart pounding I found her number, leaving my thumb hovering over 'call'. It was what she had said after she had given me her number that made my hand first tremble and then shake, "next time we shall kiss, we will suck on one another's nipples, I will eat you long and lovingly, I shall ravish you, it will be so much more intense and so very much more intimate." Call Penny, make that date and I would be committed to all of those things and, the way she lead me on so artfully, I'd probably agree to a lot more besides.
That first time we were, supposedly, simply going to continue a chat about sex in a little more privacy. Me, though far older, was far less wise than young Penny in the ways of exploring sexual pleasures. Next thing I know Penny is going to masturbate for me, spread her legs wide and have me watch her come. Somehow that had expanded into me subsequently masturbating for her as she watched me take my pleasure. Yet, when that moment arrived, I found myself agreeing that it would be far more enjoyable if it were she who masturbated me, if it were she who pressed her powerful wand to my clit. As she had promised me I had never felt anything like it. I was swallowed whole by an orgasm, utterly engulfed by the sheer force of my climax. Even after that I might have resisted Penny's charms had I not succumbed to the longing that had built inside of me and asked her for that final parting kiss. A kiss where our tongues explored one another's mouths, our breasts were pressed together, our hands roamed each other's naked bodies, a kiss of engulfing lust and consuming passion.
That was the trouble, we would suck one another's nipples, Penny would place her head between my legs and eat me long and lovingly and I would come for her in vast shuddering waves of pleasure. But then Penny would start to make me come again, Penny was far too knowledgeable about sex and pleasure for me to try and pretend to myself that she wouldn't and this time I'd feel her fingers slipping inside of me and she'd lick me and finger me until I was overwhelmed by a second gigantic orgasm. Then I'd feel in debt to her and would feel obliged to place my head between her legs and lick her sex, taste her taste; I had never tasted another woman before.
It was a week ago, I blushed at the memory, still vibrant in my head. I had fingered myself to a frenzy, squeezed and tugged my nipples too, worked myself up until I was so wet. Then I'd taken out my little, old, underpowered vibrator, set it as high as it would go and shafted myself vigorously with it until I was sobbing and moaning with the pleasure of an orgasm whose onset had been delayed: all the while imagining that it was Penny's hand that was guiding that lewd phallus in and out of me as she taunted me that I was a lesbian. Then, whilst still panting in earnest as I recovered, I steeled myself, I screwed up all my courage and resolve, I shut my eyes tight and slid the vibrator out from between my legs and took it in my mouth. I clamped my lips around it, sucked along the full length of it and then licked it clean. Well it tasted nowhere near as bad as Greg coming in my mouth, great thick salty, smelly wads of come. I tasted musky? Maybe a bit salty, maybe not, maybe bottled spa water? Sort of light and womanly, much cleaner. It was far far less unpleasant than I had imagined, not in any way unpleasant in fact. Licking between Penny's legs should be fine especially if I could hear her sigh and moan and hear myself giving her pleasure.
My handset's tone changed, I had just pressed call by accident, or maybe without thinking or perhaps because secretly I wanted to? Who knows and anyway Penny picked up on the third ring, I had begun to hope that she'd not answer, that it would go to messages, that... "Penny? Hi it's Gwen here, we met... You remember... Well yes, how could I forget either, it was... I mean... I want...," I was gibbering, I took a deep breath and fired off my dream, "are you free next Tuesday evening; please." I just blurted it out so there'd be no going back and I'd no idea where that desperate sounding, wheedling 'please' at the end had come from.
To my horror and delight Penny immediately asked, "what time should I expect you? No don't try to answer that, you'll dither again. "Is seven thirty a problem?"
"Yes," I whispered, "I mean no... I mean it's not a problem; yes I can manage that," Penny could not have missed the joy in my voice.
"And you do remember our deal? We are going to kiss and then we are going to suck and kiss one another's nipples and after that I will eat you long and lovingly, I shall ravish you, I will make you come so hard for me and then? Then we shall see what you feel you might want to offer me in return, perhaps nothing, perhaps everything?"