' Memories of Penny ' …(re-edited)
Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 5:37 pm
“Memories of Penny”
Found within the dusty shelves… it’s an old story from the erotic library of:
Bertram W. Bronson
bwbinca@hotmail.com
As I browse the intriguing pages of Inigo’s forum, reminiscences of years past drift constantly into mind. This one, like many of the others I write about, has been locked away, indelibly stored in that vault of cherished memories. Intentionally or not, every human mind stores them… a mental warehouse of memories, some sweet… some very sad.
I’m going to drift back there now, back to my early twenties. I'll slip a secret key into the lock and let my mind wander through its myriad contents.
Ah, yes… I’ve found it, hidden among the many, a little dusty and shrouded by the spider webs of time, but here they are… those wonderful memories of my pretty Penny.
I’m pausing now… my fingers still on the keyboard as misty memories of Penny drift gradually back into focus. Yes, of course, I've embellished this story, added detail and some sordid coloration, but this story centers on a true experience during my college years. It’s a somewhat sad story, an oxymoron of tragedy and happiness… love and regret, yes… the very essence of human experience.
So bear with me now, as images of Penny swirl through my mind. And through the wonder of cyberspace I’ll share her with you. I’ll share the memories and pass along the images so you can look down into her deep blue eyes… feel her soft warm skin under your fingers… touch her… and make love with her if you wish.
They’re dropping into focus now… the images settling into my mind like tiny pieces of litter falling from a passing whirlwind….
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Yes, there’s been a passage of time, but I’ll always remember that sultry hot summer afternoon; it was the day after the 4th of July holiday. A summer guest in their Boston home; my internship was starting the following week. I was an ex-army buddy, his pre-med college roommate and their closest friend, but there came to be another roll I was invited to play in their lives.
And that intensely personal roll was scheduled to take place within the loving confines of their marriage bed, as a fortuitous encounter with an enemy patrol had reduced his sperm count to near nil…
After weeks of preparation, it began on that warm July afternoon. I was wearing only my loose jockey under-shorts, just lounging on the bed in their guestroom, watching CNN and glancing through one of my medical journals. There was a soft tap-tap… her nails lightly tapping on the wooden door panel, a little creak and I looked up to see the door starting to swing slowly open.
They were standing… hesitating just outside my room, his arm around his wife’s slender waist. With a little tender pat on her curvy rump, he whispered,
“Go ahead sweetheart, step in... I'll… I'll wait outside…”
Penny turned in his arms and I heard her soft response. “Remember darling, remember how much I love you,” and she kissed her husband lightly on the cheek.
About to part outside my door, I could hear the affection in their strained voices, their whispered words of love and in that split second I knew… Penny was at the beginning of her July ovulation cycle! It was time… a wash of sheer excitement rushed up my spine.
My long-time friend squeezed his wife's hand, holding tightly as if not really wanting to place shy little Penny in my hands. But arrangements for this day had been many hours in the making and now, with a hand cupped around her curvy hip, he guided his blushing wife through the door.
The tension on his face was evident as she stepped across the threshold. Penny took a couple of nervous steps into my room. Over her shoulder I could see the tense face of her anxious husband. He was looking past his pretty wife… into my room… looking down at the bed where the breeding of his wife was about to take place.
Her husband's somber eyes seemed to linger on the white bed sheet, picturing his blushing wife… sprawled nakedly on her back, knees up and breathlessly engaged in an act of copulation. But with a final look into Penny’s moist eyes, he stepped back, the door clicked shut… he had slowly, but decisively pulled it closed… and we were alone…
Long dark eyelashes fluttering nervously, a pinkish blush spreading over her pretty cheeks, his shy wife leaned back against the closed door and I found myself staring into a moist pair of big blue eyes.
“It’s time?” I mumbled.
“Mmmm, I… I think so,” she whispered bashfully.
I was somewhat at a loss for words… no not just somewhat… I was totally at a loss for the right thing to say. We’d huddled, the three of us, in their living room for several weeks, exploring the possibility of using my sperm to impregnate Penny, but bypassing the uncertainty of an expensive clinic… so it would be her first baby and conceived as nature intended.
Of course I’d been expecting it… well maybe just hoping for it, but my God… what a rush of feeling. It rippled through my stomach like rolling waves. Penny’s hands were behind her back, pressed flat against the door panel. She paused there in a telling mode of uncertainty. She was lovely, an unblemished wholesome shy girl… virginal outside her marriage, she was about to step into uncharted waters.
“Today…?” I stammered the question.
“Uh-huh, it’s my fertile time, if you want to… to start trying,” she whispered… “I think I’m about in my cycle… today and for… well, probably for about the next five or six days.”
Penny was nervously shifting her feet and murmuring in a soft undertone. Her face had flushed with a crimson hue and she whispered, “Bert, do you still want to… to help me have a baby?”
Whew! Those were moving words. The adrenaline rushed through my stomach seemingly pushing the blood out of my brain and down into my groin. I thought of having another man’s wife so intimately over the next several days. Having my friend’s blushing little darling naked in my bed, our warm genitalia joined in a skin-to-skin clasp of warm slippery flesh… undulating loins, our mismatched pubic hairs rubbing in a wet sticky tangle.
“I'm… ah, rather moist and my temperature is up,” she whispered… “So I think now is a good time to try.”
As she murmured so softly, so timidly, her long dark eye-lashes lowered in embarrassment. Looking at the hot flush on Penny’s pretty cheeks, I suddenly realized her ovulation would have raised the temperature of her vagina… that it would be unusually warm… and slippery with the creamy mucus of a fertile female.
Now that it was time, I felt the full significance of the sordid act we were about to perform… her fertile warm belly against mine, nakedly fucking another man’s wife, the warm secretions of her ovulation smearing the length of my deeply imbedded penis.
The thought of breeding his wife sent my pulse leaping. The girth of my flaccid penis started to increase and I felt it lengthening and creeping down along my thigh as I thought of releasing my sperm into the loins of his shy sweet wife. Penny was still standing with her back against the door and I swung my legs off the bed and reached out with one hand gesturing for his timid wife to walk over to the bed.
My friend’s lovely wife drew a nervous breath and took what was to be her first anxious step into motherhood. And Penny was a young pretty little thing, hardly three years out of her wedding gown… and of course still childless. She had lovely moist lips, tiny white even teeth and the high chiseled cheekbones of her Nordic ancestry. On this day, about to breed with another man, those lovely cheeks were pink with embarrassment.
And there was a haunting beauty about my friend’s shy wife, the vulnerability of an inexperienced young girl. On open-toed leather sandals, the lovely blue-eyed girl stepped timidly across the room. Sitting on the side of the bed, I reached out for her. Placing my hands on her jean-clad hips, I drew the little darling wife closer until she was standing blushingly between my open knees. Penny was all sweet smelling… the scent of shampoo in her hair, the fragrance of a fertile young woman emanating from the warmth of her skin.
Still standing timidly between my knees, she was wearing a white cut-off blouse, leaving her belly bare, the bottom of the blouse was tied in a knot just under the swell of her breasts. My hands cupped her hips and even through the coarse fabric of her blue-jeans I could feel the elevated warmth of her body.
As I sat eye-level with Penny’s sweetly tanned little stomach my, face was only inches from her dainty belly button. And I could see the mound of her pubic bone… and a little lower, the tell-tale outline of her vagina. In the pouch of her panties, the little mound with its muff of pubic hair was visibly pressing against the zippered crotch of her tight, well-worn denims.
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Well my friends, are you still with me? I hope you’re seeing her now… as I saw her that day. Are you seeing sweet Penny’s hotly blushing cheeks, those big blue eyes and the oval shape of her young cunt imprinted against the crotch of her snug jeans? But let me go on typing the story as it comes to mind. Excuse my rambling as the memories come back to me a bit at a time.
Pretty as a picture she stood there, nervously shifting her feet; cute pink painted toes peeking out through the open-toed sandals. And as if to add an additional element of sensuality, there on her left hand was a modest diamond and the gleaming gold band that symbolized their marriage. Her lovely face was flaming, but that primal urge of young women to breed babies, and if necessary with other men, comes from that basic animal drive centered between their legs and, yes it comes to them often… very often.
Inches from my eyes, her bare midriff seemed like a magnet inexorably drawing my face against the warmth of her smooth lightly tanned belly. My hands slid up the backs of her thighs and cupped her round denim-covered ass cheeks. Penny slipped her delicate fingers into the hair on the back of my head and I felt her ass-cheeks tighten as she gently pulled my face against the smooth skin of her warm stomach.
I think I held her for a minute or two, just breathing in her scent, feeling the silky warmth of her bare belly resting against my cheek. It was our first intimate contact and I could feel her breathing, the flexing movement of her diaphragm as she took long nervous breaths.
“Ohhh Bert, Ohh my…” she sighed as I touched the silky skin of her warm belly with the tip of my tongue. Kissing just below her dainty bellybutton, my tongue followed the soft blonde trail of downy peach fuzz until it disappeared under the belt of her faded blue-jeans. Penny could feel my lips, the warm tip of my tongue, my saliva wetting a little damp trail along her bare belly. I felt her shudder against my face, felt her stomach muscles go tense and her hands clutching the back of my head…
“Oh Bert… put me down on the bed, let’s do it now… let’s make a baby together,” her voice was shaky and taking on a raspy throaty tone.
On the back of my head I could feel her sharp nails on my scalp. She was nervous… we were both nervous. It was still daylight… the slanting rays of late afternoon sun warmed the bed. I thought of fucking my friend’s wife, the afternoon sun on her straw-colored hair… her big blue eyes looking up at me as he waited outside my unlocked door.
My eyes slanted toward the closed door, “are we going to now… right now, not wait till bed time?”
“Mmmm, if you’re still willing to share your sperm with us…”
“Of course I will,” I said while trying to keep the exciting tremor out of my voice. “I just thought it would be another week or more… until we…”
“Ah… well, the nurse at the clinic says we should begin… ah, begin doing it early to catch my cycle… so if you… if you…” Her words were breaking, and she was blushing, murmuring in soft uncertain tones. “So I might conceive if we start trying today,” she whispered.
Would I try to impregnate her? Wow… After the waiting and planning, I think I would have fought all the demons in hell for just half a chance to get into her pants!
Sitting back, I unbuckled and loosened her belt. Looking at Penny’s little round belly, I thought of her un-fertilized egg somewhere deep in her womb… I thought of my stiffened penis deep in the warmth of her loins, my sperm spurting across her uterus while she pinned her knees back, clutching my back and crying out in soft little whimpers.
Making love with another man’s loving wife is one thing, it happens across the nation, probably thousands of times a day. But tipping a man’s blushing wife down onto a bed with the intent of impregnating her… well, that’s something far more powerful.
While her husband waits in anguish, there’s the powerful feeling of turning his fertile wife onto her naked back… and fucking her… a purposeful, bed-creaking fuck right in the middle of their marriage bed with a well stiffened bare cock. Few men know the emotion of that deep primal urge, the God like feeling of utter omnipotence!
And Penny was shifting restlessly, starting to fidget with the little brass button of her jeans and I wondered if her husband had walked away, or if he was waiting outside in the hallway, listening for the first sound of copulation, the sound of a breathy female gasp or the telling creak of bed springs. I spoke softly so my friend wouldn’t hear through the door.
“Your husband… he'll wait outside… while we… do it?”
“Uh-huh,” she whispered with a blush on her cheeks.
My eyes glanced toward the closed, but unlocked door. “Take off your jeans and panties… and slip into the bed,” I whispered.
His wife began nervously unbuttoning the top of her jeans. The jeans were tight. Penny pulled in her smooth belly muscles… trembling fingers worked the little brass button out of the loop. The button popped free. There was a quick release of nervous breath as the top of her jeans separated and I sat staring at the belt ends hanging to each side. Stark white against the tanned skin of her smooth belly, I could see the waist-band of his wife’s cotton panties and a slight pinkish blemish where the panty elastic had been tight against her skin.
Again my glance flashed over Penny’s shoulder at the closed door, behind the thin wood panel her husband was waiting… probably with his sweaty forehead resting against the panel, listening to our soft murmurs. About to drop her pants and breed with another man, his wife's voice had a delicious little tremor as she softly whispered…
“Don't worry Bert, very likely he’ll stand just outside the door… but… but he won’t open it… until… until after…”
I remember the sight of her nervous fingers as they paused on the zipper tab. They were lovely soft fingers, long and delicate, the nails glossy with an unpretentious clear polish. Struggling with her emotions, his shy modest wife stared down at me… deep bluish-green eyes stared into mine as she prepared to pull down her jeans and panties.
“Oh Bert… this is so embarrassing.” But she broke eye contact and slowly ran the zipper down exposing a vertical strip of white panty, under the thin fabric was the distinct shadow of light brown pubic hair. As shy Penny unzipped her pants to copulate outside of her marital bed, I sensed her trying to overcome the societal constriction of her marriage vows.
Standing between my knees with her pants unzipped, Penny blushingly lowered her lashes… and her eyes glanced downward…
“Oh my God…” she gasped.
And I looked down to see my turgid pecker sticking rigidly up through the loose fly of my jockey shorts. Surprised, I started to tuck my penis out of her sight, but it was totally stiffened and I was having trouble tucking the swollen head back under the fly of my shorts.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to expose it, well, so soon,” I murmured.
Her face flushed, sunlight streamed through the widow curtains. “Well, it’s okay… when we… well, we’ll both be seeing each other,” she whispered. “I just have to get used to… to seeing another man’s penis.”
“You've never seen one?”
“Uh-uh… just little boys… and well, my husband's penis.”
So it was exciting to lean back on my elbows and just let my cock stick up through my fly. It was now throbbing hard and standing straight up in front of her pretty face. And Penny’s face flamed in a torrid blush, but her luminous green eyes didn’t waver; she stared down at the up-thrusting length of my cock. And it was an audacious thrill to be exposed in front of such a timid young girl.
I reached for her wrist… drawing her hand toward my exposed cock… her eyes stayed focused and her fingers, warm and soft curled around me.
“Ohh its long,” she murmured.
Her fingers tightened… a warm exploratory squeeze… drawing downward on the skin… the skin stretching, sliding… the pinkish head now bare and throbbing right before her eyes.
“Ohhhh it’s thick… and longer than my husband's.”
I straightened up… reached for the open top of her jeans… slipping my thumbs under the elastic of her panty waist… I tugged.
His wife wiggled her hips… I tugged more… she wiggled… I tugged the jeans and panties lower… half way down the curve of her buttocks… her bare belly, and the muff of her pubic hair became exposed.
I tugged again… his wife wiggled her ass… her jeans and panties slid off her curvy rump… I pulled her jeans down to her knees… then her white panties.
With her curvy heart-shaped ass bare, she leaned forward, balancing with both hands on my shoulders… shifting her hips… kicking her feet until her jeans and panties lay in a tangled heap on the floor.
In a few moments I had Penny on her back gasping and blushing. Her pretty face was next to mine on the pillow and I could feel her tiny breaths against my cheek. My eyes glanced down at her smooth bare stomach, at the soft mound at the junction of her legs. She was squeezing her thighs, instinctively trying to hide her female crease and bronze pubic curls. Sitting up slightly, unable to resist the temptation, I peeked down between the smooth clasp of sleekly rounded thighs.
She noticed my eyes sneaking glimpses of that secret crease in her groin where tuffs of hair formed a natural rise between her legs. Embarrassed, Penny gasped and in a movement of pure reflex, she tried to cover the exposure of her vagina with an ineffective spread of fingers. Between her slender fingers, coils of light brown hair and the top of a glimmering crease the color of rose petals remained in my view.
“Penny,” I whispered. You're beautiful… don't… don't hide yourself.” She could still see my eyes looking down between the slight spread of her thighs.
“You… you want to see me… there…?” she murmured.
And while her eyes lingered on the swollen head of my cock, she bent one knee and let it drift away from the other. “You can look there if you want to,” she whispered. Then she bent the other knee and I glanced down just as she drew her heels back toward her bottom. The first sight of her cunt was breathtaking… a snuggly closed little seam, adorned with a thousand blondish curly pubic hairs.
“Ohhhh Bert, please just do it… do it for me now… don't make me wait…”
With her pretty head on my pillow, she looked blushingly up at me. Her parted lips, a clear invitation to kiss and make love and I leaned down and took her into my arms.
Penny turned her pretty face up to me. I looked down into glistening half open emerald green eyes. Drawing quick nervous breaths she licked her lips and parted them. I saw her pearly teeth, the pink tip of her tongue. As our mouths touched, she drew a shuddering breath and closed her eyes. It was heaven… like momentarily being in the abode of God… lips soft as puffy clouds, moist with a touch of her warm saliva pressed against mine.
Our first kiss was tentative, almost chaste, a feeling-out of emotions. The second was longer… mouths open, our tongues touching as my fingertips toyed with the soft coils of tawny hair on her pubic bone. While his wife stared up at me with impish green eyes I probed into the little notch at top of her cunt… using just the tip of my index finger… a little pressing circular movement, as I sought the first slippery feel of pink inner skin. I quickly found it, a little nubbin of a clit and below… a moist smooth little furrow that disappeared down between her splayed thighs.
Kissing her warmly parted lips, feeling her bursts of breath, and with my fingertip greased with her warm slipperiness, I eased downward… through folds of slick pinkness and thin tangled hairs… feeling for the soft viscous opening between her buttocks. In time with several long intakes of breath, her thighs slowly loosened and suddenly it was there, under the tip of my finger, a softly closed little rim of mucus coated skin.
Her movement was barely detectable, a bend of knees and just a subtle shift of hips as she offered her moist loins. Reflexively, with one heel leveraged against the mattress, she swiveled her snug pink opening against the tip of my finger. And I could feel it… hidden between the protective inner lips and snugly closed, a little mucus smeared pucker of pliant flesh. With only the slightest of pressure the rim of thin pink skin began to open… stretching slightly, her cunt feeling like a warm syrupy kiss on the tip of my finger.
With a little circular twist of my fingertip, I eased deeper into his pretty wife. Penny closed over my fingertip, her cunt gluey, snug and gripping… a squeeze of warm slippery skin, up to the first knuckle. An inch of snug warm cunt tightened wetly around the end of my finger and I could feel Penny’s pulse, her delicate tissues pulsing with the beat of her heart.
I heard her soft gasp, “Oh Bert… do it with your penis… put your penis in there...”
I moved a knee between hers; she started to loosen her tense muscles, her smooth naked thighs opening wider for me. I glanced down as she spread… under curls of thin hair, the soft crease of her cunt showed glistening pink. My eyes followed the split little furrow to where it merged into the crease of her ass. And trembling with emotion, she looked down at the up-angle of my tightly swollen cock.
“Do it… ohhhhhh do it…” she whispered while her eyes stared hypnotically at the thickened head of my bare cock.
We could feel the thumping of each other’s hearts. The air in the room was electric, bristling with pent-up energy. We were about to join the most intimate parts of our bodies… to start new life in her womb… to copy the genetics of this lovely blonde woman into the gene pool of the future. Blushing hotly, with her splayed cunt pinkly exposed, this bundle of exquisite loveliness lay spread before me.
My friend’s lovely wife lay waiting on her back… waiting with her knees apart to be impregnated. My pulse was thumping, my cock… a length of throbbing up-slanting muscle.
I lifted and began to ease my hips between the spreading thighs of another man’s wife and the bed creaked… instinctively, I glanced toward the closed door… her eyes followed mine.
“He won’t open the door?” I whispered.
“Uh-uh… he… he won’t,” she murmured softly.
“He’ll hear us.”
“Mmmm, but he… he said he’d wait outside until… until we finish…”
But we broke apart and slipped under the blankets, the concealment actually increasing the raw excitement. Penny’s pretty blonde head snuggled into my pillow and something about the young wife’s innocence fueled my deep urge to breed her. She leaned her head back, exposing the smooth curve of her tender neck, making it easy for my lips to find soft sensitive places. Her kisses were sweet, then hungry, then sweet again,
“Give me a baby,” she said in a tiny whispery breath. In the urgency of the moment, my stiffened cock was still sticking out through the fly opening of my shorts. I felt the warm fingers of another man’s wife clasp around the muscled tension of my cock… drawing me closer… urging me to mount her.
It was quick and frantic that first time. Just a few more warm kisses and I moved between her loosening knees. I hunched my hips up between her spreading thighs and felt the soft tickle of her pubic hair on the sensitive head of my cock. I looked down as our organs touched and then watched her pink crease start to spread into a soft oval as my cock head pushed insistently against the ringlets of soft curly hairs.
“Oh, Bert,” she sighed and her arms came up around my neck pulling me against her breasts. The room seemed to fill with the sharp intake of her breath and then soft vibrating humming sounds that came from some place deep in her throat. “Yes there… put it there… right in there…”
Penny splayed her bent knees and arched her back and under the head of my pressing cock something suddenly went soft and warm, a parting of tangled strands of hair and loosening pink flesh… slippery heat began to close over me.
“Yes… now… now…” she gasped.
Her loins lifted and we joined… just the swollen head at first, then more fully as she breathed a long shuddering gasp. I felt that intense sensation of penetration and resistance… that warm sticky wet clinging feeling as her tight flesh enfolded the length of my cock. Our genitalia joined smoothly and easily, like we belonged to each other, like we had made love dozens of times.
Fully joined now, we reveled in that delicious sensation of naked shin on skin, that feeling of gluey warmth and comfort. I felt my cock swelling and throbbing deep inside the warm belly of this pretty wife and we lay there, breath and body united in the attempt to breed her first baby.
“Oh Bert… do it to me… get me pregnant,” she whispered.
I felt the slight shift of hip and buttock muscle… the tiny undulation that urged me to begin. Her heels lifted and settled against my back. Then, spoken softly against my ear, like a whispered prayer…
“I want your baby… ohhh Bert, I want your baby…”
She hadn’t taken off her blouse and bra and we made urgent love with my stiff cock thrust out through the fly of my underwear. I wanted to get my shorts down, get my belly bare against hers, but the urgency of that first time was too great. The bed began to creak and Penny was meowing in soft little groans. The warm tissues of his young wife’s cunt clasped around me and it was like stroking my cock into sun-warmed honey.
While her pretty head thrashed about on the pillow, from under the blankets, came little wet squishy sounds. I knew her husband must have been hearing it all… his wife's cries… the bed rustling sounds…
The quiet room seemed to magnify her pitiful cries and the sound of the mattress squeaking. She saw my eyes again flashing from her flushed face toward the closed door.
“He… he won’t come in… he promised,” she gasped in a panting breath.
Even as she spoke her hips were hunching upward, taking the full length of my cock. While her husband waited on the other side of the door, she continued to gasp those sounds they all make during sex, not groans, not squeals… just a breathy crying mix of the two. As he listened to his wife’s breeding, to her panting squeals and the mattress straining, I could but only imagine the images that must have been bubbling in the cauldron of his anxious mind.
But, oh god what a feeling of power over another man’s wife… to feel her surrender, her arms clinging around my back… to be fucking her to the tempo of her beating heart while he waited and listened. And so impulsively, both still partly clothed, but with our genitalia joined in the warmth of that thrilling unprotected slippery skin-to-skin contact.
I moved up onto my knees, hunching my cock into her in a cadence of quicker deeper thrusts. The bed rocked. Penny whimpered, her lips moving but only making nonsensical squeaky noises. Reaching under I clutched the bare cheeks of her ass in my palms. I felt her knees draw back as I lifted her smooth bare ass to get a better angle on her cunt and our groins now met with little smacking wet sounds.
Penny whimpered and sobbed like a spanked child. I cupped her ass tightly, feeling the muscles in her buttocks clenching and releasing while we moved ever closer to the final moment. While the sweet warm stickiness of her cunt squeezed around the length of my cock, her arms coiled around my neck. Breathy pleading sounds panted against my ear. It was an awesome experience. And still more, the realization that her husband was so close, that he could open the unlocked door at any moment added a sordid stimulus to that first breeding.
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So my friends and readers… are you still with me? Sure you are… if you’re following this lengthy and somewhat incoherent discourse. And now you’ve had a first peek into my memory vault… now you know the feel of Penny, the sweetness of her breath against your ear, the soft feel of her slick loins. But now my readers, it’s my turn to pose a question…
Have you ever done it with a shy blushing young wife, fucked her while the husband waited outside their bedroom door, or sat on the corner of the mattress where he could see down between his wife's buttocks? It’s an overwhelming feeling of control, one that stiffens your cock and sends shivers through your groin. But let’s go on… for the lurkers on the site, I’ll try to describe the feeling…
She began to shift her hips more urgently, arching her back and twisting. And all the while it was happening; I imagined that I could hear him pacing outside the door. I thought of him listening to his young wife’s initial breeding, her first attempt to conceive a baby with my sperm. What a tense hour it must have been. The rhythmic sound of the bed and her ragged breathing must have drifted through the door and hit like punches in the stomach. And had I not been invited to do so, it would have seemed an outrageous audacity to fuck his pretty wife while he waited just behind a thin wooden panel.
I don't know how long it took… time became a meaningless concept. There was only my pounding pulse, the feeling of Penny’s warm cunt on the length of my cock… the scent of her welling up from under the blankets. We moved together, a rolling thrusting cadence, like tropical waves lifting and washing over a sandy shoreline. The world, her husband, were gone, nothing existed outside those four walls… there was only the thumping squeaking bed, the groans and whimpers… the scent of love and sweat.
“Ummhh, Ummmhh,” she was groaning, her blonde pretty head tossing about on the pillow. She looked up at me, deep blue eyes misty with forming tears and in breathy whispers she spoke words I’ll hear forever.
“Ohhhh I’ve waited so long for a baby, oh… oh… cumm in me Bert… cumm in me… fuck me and cumm in me…”
It was fast now, the end quickly nearing… ten or twenty more deep thrusts and her little married belly tensed and quivered with the first of many orgasms we shared that summer.
“Uuuhhh uuhh,” her whimpering grunts panted against my neck as she raised her knees higher. The pitch and urgency of her little cries increased. Feelings spread outward from her clitoris, spreading through her belly muscles seemingly to the very bottom of her soul. As the feeling peaked she drew a quick ragged breath. I saw her hold it, her face flushed a deep pink and then she let her breath out in long sobbing groans. Utterly, bewilderingly, ecstatically lost, she lifted her feet over my back. Her voice wavering, her green eyes misty with passion, “fuck me… oh yes… fuck me…” she gasped through her orgasmic spasm.
The bed was creaking and bumping lightly against the wall and he must have heard his wife cumm. I didn’t even try to delay it or hold back any longer; hugging her hips I thrust deep and let my mix of sperm and seminal fluid wash over her uterus in little pulsing spurts. Penny felt me start to cumm. I sensed her tense belly press up against mine, her heels clasping against the back of my thighs. She felt me, deep inside, the head of my cock pulsing out the several spurts.
“Uhhhhhhh… yes… yessss…” she panted. As the tension eased, again I thought of Penny’s husband waiting in the hallway.
Outside the door I heard the slight creaking of floor boards. Our sounds… the squeaking of the bed and his wife’s whimpers had stopped. Was he still standing there, or with a palpitating heart, had he walked away? I didn’t know. But I wondered if he sensed the moment and knew I had just cumm in his wife and that she now lay under me, weak and breathless. Had we made some revealing sound or was there some mental telepathy that anxious husbands have?
Still centered between his wife’s thighs, the stiffness of my cock began to diminish, the muscular tension ebbing and allowing the final dribble of sperm to ooze into the wet warmth of his wife’s loins. His pretty Penny had just been fucked by another man, but it was over… it was done.
And now wallowing in a slippery mix of our secretions, we lay quietly, feeling the fading throbs and listening to the gradual slowing of our breathing. Gradually, I lifted from between her knees, our genitalia slowly slipping apart with a soft sucking pull of slippery gluey flesh. My softening cock flopped downward soiling the front of my under-shorts. Glistening fluid was everywhere, on the length of my softening cock, in her pubic hairs, between the cheeks of her bare ass.
For several moments Penny lay sprawled, her knees still bent and apart. My gift to them, the creamy residue of my sperm oozed through her thin pubic hairs and seeped in a silvery trickle down onto the bed sheet. With little muscular tremors still rippling across her bare belly, she looked down and watched me tuck my fluid smeared cock back inside my shorts.
Exhausted, I tumbled back and lay resting by her side. Penny closed her legs and snuggled her blonde head against my shoulder. I felt the soft touch of her fingers resting on my chest. “Oh Bert, I feel so weak, just cuddle me, just hold me tightly for a few minutes.”
A few minutes passed, then I heard her soft murmuring supposition, “Bert, do you suppose… do you think we may have just made a baby? Oh I hope so…”
Orgasmic exhaustion had eased her jangled nerves; her breathing slowing and becoming more rhythmic as her pretty head rested against the side of my neck. A man other than her husband had just left his viable sperm in her vagina, and the traumatic first time was over. Penny’s limpid blue eyes were moist with tears, but she may have conceived her first child, and as she rested, a sense of quiet peace stole over her. A stream of calming, sleep inducing endorphins had followed her orgasm and long dark lashes lowered as her eyes slowly closed.
Minutes passed, maybe ten or twenty… I didn’t know as I held her lovely warmth against my chest. Her face was nuzzled against my neck and I could feel the brush of her soft lips and humid flow of her breath against my skin. When finally she stirred, the soft sound in the crook of my neck was just a whispery exhalation of warm sleepy breath.
“Ohhh Bert, I have to go back to my husband now… ohhh my, we took so long, he'll be starting to worry…”
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During July and August, I’m ashamed to say, I went at her like a greedy demon. Was it to stack the odds of conception in our favor? Well, I tried that rational, but after fucking Penny that first time, I couldn’t seem to keep my hands off her. I felt a pang of guilt as I took this married girl time after time and she loved every bit of it. Orgasms like she had never known washed through her groin in sustained bursts of energy.
But Penny really loved her husband and there were a lot of mixed emotions. Some days she giggled and fucked like a little mink, squirming through her multiple orgasms, other days the shy married girl cried in shame and embarrassment at the sordid fucks we shared almost daily.
It was an unforgettable summer, but even now it seems a trick of time and memory. Sometimes with just her panties off; we’d flip up her skirt and have a quick little baby-making fuck on their sofa, or long passionate afternoon sessions naked in the guest room bed. All rationalized by an attempt to impregnate her… just a mixing of bodily fluids, hers leaving shiny smears on my softening cock… mine, left almost daily in the depth of her still slim belly.
Alone in the house and doing it in the daylight with sunlight streaming through the parted drapes was a special thrill. Turned on her back, I could spread Penny with my fingers and inspect the thinly haired pink treasure between her thighs and she would lie there, in a state of quivering anticipation. A few moments later, she would stare down in fascination as the head of my cock disappeared under the tuff of hair on her pubic bone.
I always loved watching her pretty face as I pushed into the slippery glueyness of her warm cunt… seeing her blue/green eyes closing… her blonde head tipping back against the pillow. As my cock slid deep into the pinkish heart of our fusion, Penny’s back would up-curve, her slender neck would flush; the blood vessels swelling as deep groans burst through her lips.
And Penny was extremely sensual in a tender way. Sometimes we would share a long slow sensual fuck and toward the end, she would whisper softly, almost a little purring sound,
“Oh Bert… kiss me… kiss me while I cumm… now, oh… now…”
The inevitable moment would arrive on golden wings and with her pink-painted toes curling and flexing, she would shiver through an orgasm and then blush from the shame and guilt flicking through her consciousness.
“Ohhh my god,” she’d moan… “Ohhhh we fuck so much… sometimes I feel so ashamed…”
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A few times Penny came to my room in the evening. She’d slip into my bed wearing a soft cotton nightie and no panties and I would wonder about her husband hearing us through the wall.
A dozen kisses later, we would shuck the nightie up to her hips and start. Soon she would soon be gasping and whimpering, “Ohhh, I love the feeling… ohh it feels so good…”
I would feel her nails against my back and the bed-springs would be creaking and her moans becoming squeals.
“Can’t he hear us? I whispered.
“Mmm hum.”
“Jesus,” I gasped, “doesn’t it bother the hell out of him?”
“Uh-huh, but… but not quite the way you think.”
“You mean…?”
“Mmm hum, she whispered. “He knows what we do, and well, sometimes he likes the thrill of hearing the bed squeaking and… and the sounds I make.”
“You mean…he…”
Mmmm, it excites him to hear us do it… to hear me have an orgasm.”
After that revelation, I tried to imagine what her husband must have felt each time he allowed his wife to move from his bed to mine. As she left his bed, he must have rested his hand on the warm smoothness of her ass and felt her naked skin under the thin nightie. And when he heard the guest bed start to squeak, the images must have come more quickly… the nightie shucked up to her waist, my hips cradled between her thighs, her knees bent in a posture of giving.
The sounds must have drifted through the thin wall, her pleading little cries and moist slapping noises. As he heard the final grunts and gasps, I always wondered if his cock was standing stiff under their bed sheets… I imagined him listening to his wife's wailing cries and masturbating to rhythm of the creaking bed.
After we’d finish, Penny would slip quickly back into her husband’s bed. And I often thought what it must have been like for him to have his wife return to his bed with her body warm, her snug little cunt now loosened and my gift of life oozing out into her ruffled pubic hairs. Apparently there was a masochistic thrill in listening to his wife having sex and then seeing the wet spots on the back of her wrinkled nightie, because if I didn’t fall asleep right away I’d hear their bed moving and Penny crying out while he fucked her again.
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Then it happened… in September she missed her period!
I recall the moment she knew for sure! Her husband and I were sitting in their living room watching a first season hockey game when Penny came in from her doctor’s appointment. There was a glow on her face; she glanced from me into her husband’s questioning eyes.
“Mmm humm… I’m pregnant,” she murmured. She rushed across the room and sat on his lap and they hugged, then they both turned to me and I could see she was starting to cry.
Tears were rolling down Penny’s cheeks. “Thank you Bert,” she whispered.
Misty eyed and with a catch in my throat, I quickly slipped away into my room. This was a very personal moment in their marriage, I didn’t want to intrude, and sadly my part was over.
That night she didn’t come to my room, but I could hear them talking softly and making love. I was sad, I was happy, just an emotional mess. I lay there staring up into the darkness thinking about the child, my child, my genes, growing in her womb and vowing that if ever there became a need… I would be there… somewhere...
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He allowed her into my bed a few times after that, but it had to end and I couldn’t be around her and not have her. My baby was growing in her womb, but she deeply loved her husband, she belonged to him and the baby belonged to them. And I wouldn’t have changed an iota of that for the world, so for me it was time to move on.
So that October I moved into my own quarters. That special summer of my life has passed. I’m living on the other coast now, but I see them often, holidays, dinner from time-to-time, an occasional social Sunday afternoon. Their baby girl is a beautiful little blue-eyed thing and Penny is hinting that she needs a little brother. Bonnie has my lanky build and Penny’s burnished blonde silky hair. Little Bonnie has brought joy into their home and they’re very happy with the closeness of their marriage and the totality of their lives.
But you might wonder… had I fallen in love with Penny?????
Yeah, I suppose so… a deep human love that always seems to hover over me on sultry summer nights. Her memory washes over me on those quiet nights… the dark nights, when the air is breathlessly still and the only sound is the chirping of insects. I lay in bed staring up into the darkness of my ceiling, looking out beyond mere wood and plaster, out into that infinite space where memories linger. And if I squeeze my eyes really tightly shut, well, I feel a golden-haired Penny slipping into my arms.
So yes, I still love my pretty Penny and she’s left me with a huge treasure of warm memories… and it has been my pleasure to share them with you.
The end… well, maybe…
B. W. B.
Found within the dusty shelves… it’s an old story from the erotic library of:
Bertram W. Bronson
bwbinca@hotmail.com
As I browse the intriguing pages of Inigo’s forum, reminiscences of years past drift constantly into mind. This one, like many of the others I write about, has been locked away, indelibly stored in that vault of cherished memories. Intentionally or not, every human mind stores them… a mental warehouse of memories, some sweet… some very sad.
I’m going to drift back there now, back to my early twenties. I'll slip a secret key into the lock and let my mind wander through its myriad contents.
Ah, yes… I’ve found it, hidden among the many, a little dusty and shrouded by the spider webs of time, but here they are… those wonderful memories of my pretty Penny.
I’m pausing now… my fingers still on the keyboard as misty memories of Penny drift gradually back into focus. Yes, of course, I've embellished this story, added detail and some sordid coloration, but this story centers on a true experience during my college years. It’s a somewhat sad story, an oxymoron of tragedy and happiness… love and regret, yes… the very essence of human experience.
So bear with me now, as images of Penny swirl through my mind. And through the wonder of cyberspace I’ll share her with you. I’ll share the memories and pass along the images so you can look down into her deep blue eyes… feel her soft warm skin under your fingers… touch her… and make love with her if you wish.
They’re dropping into focus now… the images settling into my mind like tiny pieces of litter falling from a passing whirlwind….
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Yes, there’s been a passage of time, but I’ll always remember that sultry hot summer afternoon; it was the day after the 4th of July holiday. A summer guest in their Boston home; my internship was starting the following week. I was an ex-army buddy, his pre-med college roommate and their closest friend, but there came to be another roll I was invited to play in their lives.
And that intensely personal roll was scheduled to take place within the loving confines of their marriage bed, as a fortuitous encounter with an enemy patrol had reduced his sperm count to near nil…
After weeks of preparation, it began on that warm July afternoon. I was wearing only my loose jockey under-shorts, just lounging on the bed in their guestroom, watching CNN and glancing through one of my medical journals. There was a soft tap-tap… her nails lightly tapping on the wooden door panel, a little creak and I looked up to see the door starting to swing slowly open.
They were standing… hesitating just outside my room, his arm around his wife’s slender waist. With a little tender pat on her curvy rump, he whispered,
“Go ahead sweetheart, step in... I'll… I'll wait outside…”
Penny turned in his arms and I heard her soft response. “Remember darling, remember how much I love you,” and she kissed her husband lightly on the cheek.
About to part outside my door, I could hear the affection in their strained voices, their whispered words of love and in that split second I knew… Penny was at the beginning of her July ovulation cycle! It was time… a wash of sheer excitement rushed up my spine.
My long-time friend squeezed his wife's hand, holding tightly as if not really wanting to place shy little Penny in my hands. But arrangements for this day had been many hours in the making and now, with a hand cupped around her curvy hip, he guided his blushing wife through the door.
The tension on his face was evident as she stepped across the threshold. Penny took a couple of nervous steps into my room. Over her shoulder I could see the tense face of her anxious husband. He was looking past his pretty wife… into my room… looking down at the bed where the breeding of his wife was about to take place.
Her husband's somber eyes seemed to linger on the white bed sheet, picturing his blushing wife… sprawled nakedly on her back, knees up and breathlessly engaged in an act of copulation. But with a final look into Penny’s moist eyes, he stepped back, the door clicked shut… he had slowly, but decisively pulled it closed… and we were alone…
Long dark eyelashes fluttering nervously, a pinkish blush spreading over her pretty cheeks, his shy wife leaned back against the closed door and I found myself staring into a moist pair of big blue eyes.
“It’s time?” I mumbled.
“Mmmm, I… I think so,” she whispered bashfully.
I was somewhat at a loss for words… no not just somewhat… I was totally at a loss for the right thing to say. We’d huddled, the three of us, in their living room for several weeks, exploring the possibility of using my sperm to impregnate Penny, but bypassing the uncertainty of an expensive clinic… so it would be her first baby and conceived as nature intended.
Of course I’d been expecting it… well maybe just hoping for it, but my God… what a rush of feeling. It rippled through my stomach like rolling waves. Penny’s hands were behind her back, pressed flat against the door panel. She paused there in a telling mode of uncertainty. She was lovely, an unblemished wholesome shy girl… virginal outside her marriage, she was about to step into uncharted waters.
“Today…?” I stammered the question.
“Uh-huh, it’s my fertile time, if you want to… to start trying,” she whispered… “I think I’m about in my cycle… today and for… well, probably for about the next five or six days.”
Penny was nervously shifting her feet and murmuring in a soft undertone. Her face had flushed with a crimson hue and she whispered, “Bert, do you still want to… to help me have a baby?”
Whew! Those were moving words. The adrenaline rushed through my stomach seemingly pushing the blood out of my brain and down into my groin. I thought of having another man’s wife so intimately over the next several days. Having my friend’s blushing little darling naked in my bed, our warm genitalia joined in a skin-to-skin clasp of warm slippery flesh… undulating loins, our mismatched pubic hairs rubbing in a wet sticky tangle.
“I'm… ah, rather moist and my temperature is up,” she whispered… “So I think now is a good time to try.”
As she murmured so softly, so timidly, her long dark eye-lashes lowered in embarrassment. Looking at the hot flush on Penny’s pretty cheeks, I suddenly realized her ovulation would have raised the temperature of her vagina… that it would be unusually warm… and slippery with the creamy mucus of a fertile female.
Now that it was time, I felt the full significance of the sordid act we were about to perform… her fertile warm belly against mine, nakedly fucking another man’s wife, the warm secretions of her ovulation smearing the length of my deeply imbedded penis.
The thought of breeding his wife sent my pulse leaping. The girth of my flaccid penis started to increase and I felt it lengthening and creeping down along my thigh as I thought of releasing my sperm into the loins of his shy sweet wife. Penny was still standing with her back against the door and I swung my legs off the bed and reached out with one hand gesturing for his timid wife to walk over to the bed.
My friend’s lovely wife drew a nervous breath and took what was to be her first anxious step into motherhood. And Penny was a young pretty little thing, hardly three years out of her wedding gown… and of course still childless. She had lovely moist lips, tiny white even teeth and the high chiseled cheekbones of her Nordic ancestry. On this day, about to breed with another man, those lovely cheeks were pink with embarrassment.
And there was a haunting beauty about my friend’s shy wife, the vulnerability of an inexperienced young girl. On open-toed leather sandals, the lovely blue-eyed girl stepped timidly across the room. Sitting on the side of the bed, I reached out for her. Placing my hands on her jean-clad hips, I drew the little darling wife closer until she was standing blushingly between my open knees. Penny was all sweet smelling… the scent of shampoo in her hair, the fragrance of a fertile young woman emanating from the warmth of her skin.
Still standing timidly between my knees, she was wearing a white cut-off blouse, leaving her belly bare, the bottom of the blouse was tied in a knot just under the swell of her breasts. My hands cupped her hips and even through the coarse fabric of her blue-jeans I could feel the elevated warmth of her body.
As I sat eye-level with Penny’s sweetly tanned little stomach my, face was only inches from her dainty belly button. And I could see the mound of her pubic bone… and a little lower, the tell-tale outline of her vagina. In the pouch of her panties, the little mound with its muff of pubic hair was visibly pressing against the zippered crotch of her tight, well-worn denims.
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Well my friends, are you still with me? I hope you’re seeing her now… as I saw her that day. Are you seeing sweet Penny’s hotly blushing cheeks, those big blue eyes and the oval shape of her young cunt imprinted against the crotch of her snug jeans? But let me go on typing the story as it comes to mind. Excuse my rambling as the memories come back to me a bit at a time.
Pretty as a picture she stood there, nervously shifting her feet; cute pink painted toes peeking out through the open-toed sandals. And as if to add an additional element of sensuality, there on her left hand was a modest diamond and the gleaming gold band that symbolized their marriage. Her lovely face was flaming, but that primal urge of young women to breed babies, and if necessary with other men, comes from that basic animal drive centered between their legs and, yes it comes to them often… very often.
Inches from my eyes, her bare midriff seemed like a magnet inexorably drawing my face against the warmth of her smooth lightly tanned belly. My hands slid up the backs of her thighs and cupped her round denim-covered ass cheeks. Penny slipped her delicate fingers into the hair on the back of my head and I felt her ass-cheeks tighten as she gently pulled my face against the smooth skin of her warm stomach.
I think I held her for a minute or two, just breathing in her scent, feeling the silky warmth of her bare belly resting against my cheek. It was our first intimate contact and I could feel her breathing, the flexing movement of her diaphragm as she took long nervous breaths.
“Ohhh Bert, Ohh my…” she sighed as I touched the silky skin of her warm belly with the tip of my tongue. Kissing just below her dainty bellybutton, my tongue followed the soft blonde trail of downy peach fuzz until it disappeared under the belt of her faded blue-jeans. Penny could feel my lips, the warm tip of my tongue, my saliva wetting a little damp trail along her bare belly. I felt her shudder against my face, felt her stomach muscles go tense and her hands clutching the back of my head…
“Oh Bert… put me down on the bed, let’s do it now… let’s make a baby together,” her voice was shaky and taking on a raspy throaty tone.
On the back of my head I could feel her sharp nails on my scalp. She was nervous… we were both nervous. It was still daylight… the slanting rays of late afternoon sun warmed the bed. I thought of fucking my friend’s wife, the afternoon sun on her straw-colored hair… her big blue eyes looking up at me as he waited outside my unlocked door.
My eyes slanted toward the closed door, “are we going to now… right now, not wait till bed time?”
“Mmmm, if you’re still willing to share your sperm with us…”
“Of course I will,” I said while trying to keep the exciting tremor out of my voice. “I just thought it would be another week or more… until we…”
“Ah… well, the nurse at the clinic says we should begin… ah, begin doing it early to catch my cycle… so if you… if you…” Her words were breaking, and she was blushing, murmuring in soft uncertain tones. “So I might conceive if we start trying today,” she whispered.
Would I try to impregnate her? Wow… After the waiting and planning, I think I would have fought all the demons in hell for just half a chance to get into her pants!
Sitting back, I unbuckled and loosened her belt. Looking at Penny’s little round belly, I thought of her un-fertilized egg somewhere deep in her womb… I thought of my stiffened penis deep in the warmth of her loins, my sperm spurting across her uterus while she pinned her knees back, clutching my back and crying out in soft little whimpers.
Making love with another man’s loving wife is one thing, it happens across the nation, probably thousands of times a day. But tipping a man’s blushing wife down onto a bed with the intent of impregnating her… well, that’s something far more powerful.
While her husband waits in anguish, there’s the powerful feeling of turning his fertile wife onto her naked back… and fucking her… a purposeful, bed-creaking fuck right in the middle of their marriage bed with a well stiffened bare cock. Few men know the emotion of that deep primal urge, the God like feeling of utter omnipotence!
And Penny was shifting restlessly, starting to fidget with the little brass button of her jeans and I wondered if her husband had walked away, or if he was waiting outside in the hallway, listening for the first sound of copulation, the sound of a breathy female gasp or the telling creak of bed springs. I spoke softly so my friend wouldn’t hear through the door.
“Your husband… he'll wait outside… while we… do it?”
“Uh-huh,” she whispered with a blush on her cheeks.
My eyes glanced toward the closed, but unlocked door. “Take off your jeans and panties… and slip into the bed,” I whispered.
His wife began nervously unbuttoning the top of her jeans. The jeans were tight. Penny pulled in her smooth belly muscles… trembling fingers worked the little brass button out of the loop. The button popped free. There was a quick release of nervous breath as the top of her jeans separated and I sat staring at the belt ends hanging to each side. Stark white against the tanned skin of her smooth belly, I could see the waist-band of his wife’s cotton panties and a slight pinkish blemish where the panty elastic had been tight against her skin.
Again my glance flashed over Penny’s shoulder at the closed door, behind the thin wood panel her husband was waiting… probably with his sweaty forehead resting against the panel, listening to our soft murmurs. About to drop her pants and breed with another man, his wife's voice had a delicious little tremor as she softly whispered…
“Don't worry Bert, very likely he’ll stand just outside the door… but… but he won’t open it… until… until after…”
I remember the sight of her nervous fingers as they paused on the zipper tab. They were lovely soft fingers, long and delicate, the nails glossy with an unpretentious clear polish. Struggling with her emotions, his shy modest wife stared down at me… deep bluish-green eyes stared into mine as she prepared to pull down her jeans and panties.
“Oh Bert… this is so embarrassing.” But she broke eye contact and slowly ran the zipper down exposing a vertical strip of white panty, under the thin fabric was the distinct shadow of light brown pubic hair. As shy Penny unzipped her pants to copulate outside of her marital bed, I sensed her trying to overcome the societal constriction of her marriage vows.
Standing between my knees with her pants unzipped, Penny blushingly lowered her lashes… and her eyes glanced downward…
“Oh my God…” she gasped.
And I looked down to see my turgid pecker sticking rigidly up through the loose fly of my jockey shorts. Surprised, I started to tuck my penis out of her sight, but it was totally stiffened and I was having trouble tucking the swollen head back under the fly of my shorts.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to expose it, well, so soon,” I murmured.
Her face flushed, sunlight streamed through the widow curtains. “Well, it’s okay… when we… well, we’ll both be seeing each other,” she whispered. “I just have to get used to… to seeing another man’s penis.”
“You've never seen one?”
“Uh-uh… just little boys… and well, my husband's penis.”
So it was exciting to lean back on my elbows and just let my cock stick up through my fly. It was now throbbing hard and standing straight up in front of her pretty face. And Penny’s face flamed in a torrid blush, but her luminous green eyes didn’t waver; she stared down at the up-thrusting length of my cock. And it was an audacious thrill to be exposed in front of such a timid young girl.
I reached for her wrist… drawing her hand toward my exposed cock… her eyes stayed focused and her fingers, warm and soft curled around me.
“Ohh its long,” she murmured.
Her fingers tightened… a warm exploratory squeeze… drawing downward on the skin… the skin stretching, sliding… the pinkish head now bare and throbbing right before her eyes.
“Ohhhh it’s thick… and longer than my husband's.”
I straightened up… reached for the open top of her jeans… slipping my thumbs under the elastic of her panty waist… I tugged.
His wife wiggled her hips… I tugged more… she wiggled… I tugged the jeans and panties lower… half way down the curve of her buttocks… her bare belly, and the muff of her pubic hair became exposed.
I tugged again… his wife wiggled her ass… her jeans and panties slid off her curvy rump… I pulled her jeans down to her knees… then her white panties.
With her curvy heart-shaped ass bare, she leaned forward, balancing with both hands on my shoulders… shifting her hips… kicking her feet until her jeans and panties lay in a tangled heap on the floor.
In a few moments I had Penny on her back gasping and blushing. Her pretty face was next to mine on the pillow and I could feel her tiny breaths against my cheek. My eyes glanced down at her smooth bare stomach, at the soft mound at the junction of her legs. She was squeezing her thighs, instinctively trying to hide her female crease and bronze pubic curls. Sitting up slightly, unable to resist the temptation, I peeked down between the smooth clasp of sleekly rounded thighs.
She noticed my eyes sneaking glimpses of that secret crease in her groin where tuffs of hair formed a natural rise between her legs. Embarrassed, Penny gasped and in a movement of pure reflex, she tried to cover the exposure of her vagina with an ineffective spread of fingers. Between her slender fingers, coils of light brown hair and the top of a glimmering crease the color of rose petals remained in my view.
“Penny,” I whispered. You're beautiful… don't… don't hide yourself.” She could still see my eyes looking down between the slight spread of her thighs.
“You… you want to see me… there…?” she murmured.
And while her eyes lingered on the swollen head of my cock, she bent one knee and let it drift away from the other. “You can look there if you want to,” she whispered. Then she bent the other knee and I glanced down just as she drew her heels back toward her bottom. The first sight of her cunt was breathtaking… a snuggly closed little seam, adorned with a thousand blondish curly pubic hairs.
“Ohhhh Bert, please just do it… do it for me now… don't make me wait…”
With her pretty head on my pillow, she looked blushingly up at me. Her parted lips, a clear invitation to kiss and make love and I leaned down and took her into my arms.
Penny turned her pretty face up to me. I looked down into glistening half open emerald green eyes. Drawing quick nervous breaths she licked her lips and parted them. I saw her pearly teeth, the pink tip of her tongue. As our mouths touched, she drew a shuddering breath and closed her eyes. It was heaven… like momentarily being in the abode of God… lips soft as puffy clouds, moist with a touch of her warm saliva pressed against mine.
Our first kiss was tentative, almost chaste, a feeling-out of emotions. The second was longer… mouths open, our tongues touching as my fingertips toyed with the soft coils of tawny hair on her pubic bone. While his wife stared up at me with impish green eyes I probed into the little notch at top of her cunt… using just the tip of my index finger… a little pressing circular movement, as I sought the first slippery feel of pink inner skin. I quickly found it, a little nubbin of a clit and below… a moist smooth little furrow that disappeared down between her splayed thighs.
Kissing her warmly parted lips, feeling her bursts of breath, and with my fingertip greased with her warm slipperiness, I eased downward… through folds of slick pinkness and thin tangled hairs… feeling for the soft viscous opening between her buttocks. In time with several long intakes of breath, her thighs slowly loosened and suddenly it was there, under the tip of my finger, a softly closed little rim of mucus coated skin.
Her movement was barely detectable, a bend of knees and just a subtle shift of hips as she offered her moist loins. Reflexively, with one heel leveraged against the mattress, she swiveled her snug pink opening against the tip of my finger. And I could feel it… hidden between the protective inner lips and snugly closed, a little mucus smeared pucker of pliant flesh. With only the slightest of pressure the rim of thin pink skin began to open… stretching slightly, her cunt feeling like a warm syrupy kiss on the tip of my finger.
With a little circular twist of my fingertip, I eased deeper into his pretty wife. Penny closed over my fingertip, her cunt gluey, snug and gripping… a squeeze of warm slippery skin, up to the first knuckle. An inch of snug warm cunt tightened wetly around the end of my finger and I could feel Penny’s pulse, her delicate tissues pulsing with the beat of her heart.
I heard her soft gasp, “Oh Bert… do it with your penis… put your penis in there...”
I moved a knee between hers; she started to loosen her tense muscles, her smooth naked thighs opening wider for me. I glanced down as she spread… under curls of thin hair, the soft crease of her cunt showed glistening pink. My eyes followed the split little furrow to where it merged into the crease of her ass. And trembling with emotion, she looked down at the up-angle of my tightly swollen cock.
“Do it… ohhhhhh do it…” she whispered while her eyes stared hypnotically at the thickened head of my bare cock.
We could feel the thumping of each other’s hearts. The air in the room was electric, bristling with pent-up energy. We were about to join the most intimate parts of our bodies… to start new life in her womb… to copy the genetics of this lovely blonde woman into the gene pool of the future. Blushing hotly, with her splayed cunt pinkly exposed, this bundle of exquisite loveliness lay spread before me.
My friend’s lovely wife lay waiting on her back… waiting with her knees apart to be impregnated. My pulse was thumping, my cock… a length of throbbing up-slanting muscle.
I lifted and began to ease my hips between the spreading thighs of another man’s wife and the bed creaked… instinctively, I glanced toward the closed door… her eyes followed mine.
“He won’t open the door?” I whispered.
“Uh-uh… he… he won’t,” she murmured softly.
“He’ll hear us.”
“Mmmm, but he… he said he’d wait outside until… until we finish…”
But we broke apart and slipped under the blankets, the concealment actually increasing the raw excitement. Penny’s pretty blonde head snuggled into my pillow and something about the young wife’s innocence fueled my deep urge to breed her. She leaned her head back, exposing the smooth curve of her tender neck, making it easy for my lips to find soft sensitive places. Her kisses were sweet, then hungry, then sweet again,
“Give me a baby,” she said in a tiny whispery breath. In the urgency of the moment, my stiffened cock was still sticking out through the fly opening of my shorts. I felt the warm fingers of another man’s wife clasp around the muscled tension of my cock… drawing me closer… urging me to mount her.
It was quick and frantic that first time. Just a few more warm kisses and I moved between her loosening knees. I hunched my hips up between her spreading thighs and felt the soft tickle of her pubic hair on the sensitive head of my cock. I looked down as our organs touched and then watched her pink crease start to spread into a soft oval as my cock head pushed insistently against the ringlets of soft curly hairs.
“Oh, Bert,” she sighed and her arms came up around my neck pulling me against her breasts. The room seemed to fill with the sharp intake of her breath and then soft vibrating humming sounds that came from some place deep in her throat. “Yes there… put it there… right in there…”
Penny splayed her bent knees and arched her back and under the head of my pressing cock something suddenly went soft and warm, a parting of tangled strands of hair and loosening pink flesh… slippery heat began to close over me.
“Yes… now… now…” she gasped.
Her loins lifted and we joined… just the swollen head at first, then more fully as she breathed a long shuddering gasp. I felt that intense sensation of penetration and resistance… that warm sticky wet clinging feeling as her tight flesh enfolded the length of my cock. Our genitalia joined smoothly and easily, like we belonged to each other, like we had made love dozens of times.
Fully joined now, we reveled in that delicious sensation of naked shin on skin, that feeling of gluey warmth and comfort. I felt my cock swelling and throbbing deep inside the warm belly of this pretty wife and we lay there, breath and body united in the attempt to breed her first baby.
“Oh Bert… do it to me… get me pregnant,” she whispered.
I felt the slight shift of hip and buttock muscle… the tiny undulation that urged me to begin. Her heels lifted and settled against my back. Then, spoken softly against my ear, like a whispered prayer…
“I want your baby… ohhh Bert, I want your baby…”
She hadn’t taken off her blouse and bra and we made urgent love with my stiff cock thrust out through the fly of my underwear. I wanted to get my shorts down, get my belly bare against hers, but the urgency of that first time was too great. The bed began to creak and Penny was meowing in soft little groans. The warm tissues of his young wife’s cunt clasped around me and it was like stroking my cock into sun-warmed honey.
While her pretty head thrashed about on the pillow, from under the blankets, came little wet squishy sounds. I knew her husband must have been hearing it all… his wife's cries… the bed rustling sounds…
The quiet room seemed to magnify her pitiful cries and the sound of the mattress squeaking. She saw my eyes again flashing from her flushed face toward the closed door.
“He… he won’t come in… he promised,” she gasped in a panting breath.
Even as she spoke her hips were hunching upward, taking the full length of my cock. While her husband waited on the other side of the door, she continued to gasp those sounds they all make during sex, not groans, not squeals… just a breathy crying mix of the two. As he listened to his wife’s breeding, to her panting squeals and the mattress straining, I could but only imagine the images that must have been bubbling in the cauldron of his anxious mind.
But, oh god what a feeling of power over another man’s wife… to feel her surrender, her arms clinging around my back… to be fucking her to the tempo of her beating heart while he waited and listened. And so impulsively, both still partly clothed, but with our genitalia joined in the warmth of that thrilling unprotected slippery skin-to-skin contact.
I moved up onto my knees, hunching my cock into her in a cadence of quicker deeper thrusts. The bed rocked. Penny whimpered, her lips moving but only making nonsensical squeaky noises. Reaching under I clutched the bare cheeks of her ass in my palms. I felt her knees draw back as I lifted her smooth bare ass to get a better angle on her cunt and our groins now met with little smacking wet sounds.
Penny whimpered and sobbed like a spanked child. I cupped her ass tightly, feeling the muscles in her buttocks clenching and releasing while we moved ever closer to the final moment. While the sweet warm stickiness of her cunt squeezed around the length of my cock, her arms coiled around my neck. Breathy pleading sounds panted against my ear. It was an awesome experience. And still more, the realization that her husband was so close, that he could open the unlocked door at any moment added a sordid stimulus to that first breeding.
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So my friends and readers… are you still with me? Sure you are… if you’re following this lengthy and somewhat incoherent discourse. And now you’ve had a first peek into my memory vault… now you know the feel of Penny, the sweetness of her breath against your ear, the soft feel of her slick loins. But now my readers, it’s my turn to pose a question…
Have you ever done it with a shy blushing young wife, fucked her while the husband waited outside their bedroom door, or sat on the corner of the mattress where he could see down between his wife's buttocks? It’s an overwhelming feeling of control, one that stiffens your cock and sends shivers through your groin. But let’s go on… for the lurkers on the site, I’ll try to describe the feeling…
She began to shift her hips more urgently, arching her back and twisting. And all the while it was happening; I imagined that I could hear him pacing outside the door. I thought of him listening to his young wife’s initial breeding, her first attempt to conceive a baby with my sperm. What a tense hour it must have been. The rhythmic sound of the bed and her ragged breathing must have drifted through the door and hit like punches in the stomach. And had I not been invited to do so, it would have seemed an outrageous audacity to fuck his pretty wife while he waited just behind a thin wooden panel.
I don't know how long it took… time became a meaningless concept. There was only my pounding pulse, the feeling of Penny’s warm cunt on the length of my cock… the scent of her welling up from under the blankets. We moved together, a rolling thrusting cadence, like tropical waves lifting and washing over a sandy shoreline. The world, her husband, were gone, nothing existed outside those four walls… there was only the thumping squeaking bed, the groans and whimpers… the scent of love and sweat.
“Ummhh, Ummmhh,” she was groaning, her blonde pretty head tossing about on the pillow. She looked up at me, deep blue eyes misty with forming tears and in breathy whispers she spoke words I’ll hear forever.
“Ohhhh I’ve waited so long for a baby, oh… oh… cumm in me Bert… cumm in me… fuck me and cumm in me…”
It was fast now, the end quickly nearing… ten or twenty more deep thrusts and her little married belly tensed and quivered with the first of many orgasms we shared that summer.
“Uuuhhh uuhh,” her whimpering grunts panted against my neck as she raised her knees higher. The pitch and urgency of her little cries increased. Feelings spread outward from her clitoris, spreading through her belly muscles seemingly to the very bottom of her soul. As the feeling peaked she drew a quick ragged breath. I saw her hold it, her face flushed a deep pink and then she let her breath out in long sobbing groans. Utterly, bewilderingly, ecstatically lost, she lifted her feet over my back. Her voice wavering, her green eyes misty with passion, “fuck me… oh yes… fuck me…” she gasped through her orgasmic spasm.
The bed was creaking and bumping lightly against the wall and he must have heard his wife cumm. I didn’t even try to delay it or hold back any longer; hugging her hips I thrust deep and let my mix of sperm and seminal fluid wash over her uterus in little pulsing spurts. Penny felt me start to cumm. I sensed her tense belly press up against mine, her heels clasping against the back of my thighs. She felt me, deep inside, the head of my cock pulsing out the several spurts.
“Uhhhhhhh… yes… yessss…” she panted. As the tension eased, again I thought of Penny’s husband waiting in the hallway.
Outside the door I heard the slight creaking of floor boards. Our sounds… the squeaking of the bed and his wife’s whimpers had stopped. Was he still standing there, or with a palpitating heart, had he walked away? I didn’t know. But I wondered if he sensed the moment and knew I had just cumm in his wife and that she now lay under me, weak and breathless. Had we made some revealing sound or was there some mental telepathy that anxious husbands have?
Still centered between his wife’s thighs, the stiffness of my cock began to diminish, the muscular tension ebbing and allowing the final dribble of sperm to ooze into the wet warmth of his wife’s loins. His pretty Penny had just been fucked by another man, but it was over… it was done.
And now wallowing in a slippery mix of our secretions, we lay quietly, feeling the fading throbs and listening to the gradual slowing of our breathing. Gradually, I lifted from between her knees, our genitalia slowly slipping apart with a soft sucking pull of slippery gluey flesh. My softening cock flopped downward soiling the front of my under-shorts. Glistening fluid was everywhere, on the length of my softening cock, in her pubic hairs, between the cheeks of her bare ass.
For several moments Penny lay sprawled, her knees still bent and apart. My gift to them, the creamy residue of my sperm oozed through her thin pubic hairs and seeped in a silvery trickle down onto the bed sheet. With little muscular tremors still rippling across her bare belly, she looked down and watched me tuck my fluid smeared cock back inside my shorts.
Exhausted, I tumbled back and lay resting by her side. Penny closed her legs and snuggled her blonde head against my shoulder. I felt the soft touch of her fingers resting on my chest. “Oh Bert, I feel so weak, just cuddle me, just hold me tightly for a few minutes.”
A few minutes passed, then I heard her soft murmuring supposition, “Bert, do you suppose… do you think we may have just made a baby? Oh I hope so…”
Orgasmic exhaustion had eased her jangled nerves; her breathing slowing and becoming more rhythmic as her pretty head rested against the side of my neck. A man other than her husband had just left his viable sperm in her vagina, and the traumatic first time was over. Penny’s limpid blue eyes were moist with tears, but she may have conceived her first child, and as she rested, a sense of quiet peace stole over her. A stream of calming, sleep inducing endorphins had followed her orgasm and long dark lashes lowered as her eyes slowly closed.
Minutes passed, maybe ten or twenty… I didn’t know as I held her lovely warmth against my chest. Her face was nuzzled against my neck and I could feel the brush of her soft lips and humid flow of her breath against my skin. When finally she stirred, the soft sound in the crook of my neck was just a whispery exhalation of warm sleepy breath.
“Ohhh Bert, I have to go back to my husband now… ohhh my, we took so long, he'll be starting to worry…”
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During July and August, I’m ashamed to say, I went at her like a greedy demon. Was it to stack the odds of conception in our favor? Well, I tried that rational, but after fucking Penny that first time, I couldn’t seem to keep my hands off her. I felt a pang of guilt as I took this married girl time after time and she loved every bit of it. Orgasms like she had never known washed through her groin in sustained bursts of energy.
But Penny really loved her husband and there were a lot of mixed emotions. Some days she giggled and fucked like a little mink, squirming through her multiple orgasms, other days the shy married girl cried in shame and embarrassment at the sordid fucks we shared almost daily.
It was an unforgettable summer, but even now it seems a trick of time and memory. Sometimes with just her panties off; we’d flip up her skirt and have a quick little baby-making fuck on their sofa, or long passionate afternoon sessions naked in the guest room bed. All rationalized by an attempt to impregnate her… just a mixing of bodily fluids, hers leaving shiny smears on my softening cock… mine, left almost daily in the depth of her still slim belly.
Alone in the house and doing it in the daylight with sunlight streaming through the parted drapes was a special thrill. Turned on her back, I could spread Penny with my fingers and inspect the thinly haired pink treasure between her thighs and she would lie there, in a state of quivering anticipation. A few moments later, she would stare down in fascination as the head of my cock disappeared under the tuff of hair on her pubic bone.
I always loved watching her pretty face as I pushed into the slippery glueyness of her warm cunt… seeing her blue/green eyes closing… her blonde head tipping back against the pillow. As my cock slid deep into the pinkish heart of our fusion, Penny’s back would up-curve, her slender neck would flush; the blood vessels swelling as deep groans burst through her lips.
And Penny was extremely sensual in a tender way. Sometimes we would share a long slow sensual fuck and toward the end, she would whisper softly, almost a little purring sound,
“Oh Bert… kiss me… kiss me while I cumm… now, oh… now…”
The inevitable moment would arrive on golden wings and with her pink-painted toes curling and flexing, she would shiver through an orgasm and then blush from the shame and guilt flicking through her consciousness.
“Ohhh my god,” she’d moan… “Ohhhh we fuck so much… sometimes I feel so ashamed…”
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A few times Penny came to my room in the evening. She’d slip into my bed wearing a soft cotton nightie and no panties and I would wonder about her husband hearing us through the wall.
A dozen kisses later, we would shuck the nightie up to her hips and start. Soon she would soon be gasping and whimpering, “Ohhh, I love the feeling… ohh it feels so good…”
I would feel her nails against my back and the bed-springs would be creaking and her moans becoming squeals.
“Can’t he hear us? I whispered.
“Mmm hum.”
“Jesus,” I gasped, “doesn’t it bother the hell out of him?”
“Uh-huh, but… but not quite the way you think.”
“You mean…?”
“Mmm hum, she whispered. “He knows what we do, and well, sometimes he likes the thrill of hearing the bed squeaking and… and the sounds I make.”
“You mean…he…”
Mmmm, it excites him to hear us do it… to hear me have an orgasm.”
After that revelation, I tried to imagine what her husband must have felt each time he allowed his wife to move from his bed to mine. As she left his bed, he must have rested his hand on the warm smoothness of her ass and felt her naked skin under the thin nightie. And when he heard the guest bed start to squeak, the images must have come more quickly… the nightie shucked up to her waist, my hips cradled between her thighs, her knees bent in a posture of giving.
The sounds must have drifted through the thin wall, her pleading little cries and moist slapping noises. As he heard the final grunts and gasps, I always wondered if his cock was standing stiff under their bed sheets… I imagined him listening to his wife's wailing cries and masturbating to rhythm of the creaking bed.
After we’d finish, Penny would slip quickly back into her husband’s bed. And I often thought what it must have been like for him to have his wife return to his bed with her body warm, her snug little cunt now loosened and my gift of life oozing out into her ruffled pubic hairs. Apparently there was a masochistic thrill in listening to his wife having sex and then seeing the wet spots on the back of her wrinkled nightie, because if I didn’t fall asleep right away I’d hear their bed moving and Penny crying out while he fucked her again.
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Then it happened… in September she missed her period!
I recall the moment she knew for sure! Her husband and I were sitting in their living room watching a first season hockey game when Penny came in from her doctor’s appointment. There was a glow on her face; she glanced from me into her husband’s questioning eyes.
“Mmm humm… I’m pregnant,” she murmured. She rushed across the room and sat on his lap and they hugged, then they both turned to me and I could see she was starting to cry.
Tears were rolling down Penny’s cheeks. “Thank you Bert,” she whispered.
Misty eyed and with a catch in my throat, I quickly slipped away into my room. This was a very personal moment in their marriage, I didn’t want to intrude, and sadly my part was over.
That night she didn’t come to my room, but I could hear them talking softly and making love. I was sad, I was happy, just an emotional mess. I lay there staring up into the darkness thinking about the child, my child, my genes, growing in her womb and vowing that if ever there became a need… I would be there… somewhere...
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He allowed her into my bed a few times after that, but it had to end and I couldn’t be around her and not have her. My baby was growing in her womb, but she deeply loved her husband, she belonged to him and the baby belonged to them. And I wouldn’t have changed an iota of that for the world, so for me it was time to move on.
So that October I moved into my own quarters. That special summer of my life has passed. I’m living on the other coast now, but I see them often, holidays, dinner from time-to-time, an occasional social Sunday afternoon. Their baby girl is a beautiful little blue-eyed thing and Penny is hinting that she needs a little brother. Bonnie has my lanky build and Penny’s burnished blonde silky hair. Little Bonnie has brought joy into their home and they’re very happy with the closeness of their marriage and the totality of their lives.
But you might wonder… had I fallen in love with Penny?????
Yeah, I suppose so… a deep human love that always seems to hover over me on sultry summer nights. Her memory washes over me on those quiet nights… the dark nights, when the air is breathlessly still and the only sound is the chirping of insects. I lay in bed staring up into the darkness of my ceiling, looking out beyond mere wood and plaster, out into that infinite space where memories linger. And if I squeeze my eyes really tightly shut, well, I feel a golden-haired Penny slipping into my arms.
So yes, I still love my pretty Penny and she’s left me with a huge treasure of warm memories… and it has been my pleasure to share them with you.
The end… well, maybe…
B. W. B.