by Felix Baron
‘Hell!’ She writhed up and forward onto her knees, with both hands still clamped between her thighs. Penny toppled towards Rolf, landing with her face on his thigh, and slid her cheek up his leg to get her mouth to his limp cock. Her lips worked, mumbling his shaft into her mouth. Her eyes looked up into his, imploring. By instinct, he took her head in his hands and pushed his hips at her, filling her mouth with his cock. It had been sated. Rolf would have sworn he couldn’t have achieved another erection for an hour, or at the very least a half-hour, but he could feel it engorge and begin to stiffen.
Penny’s face screwed up. She let out a barking cough around Rolf’s cock and convulsed into a climax.
Her head lifted, letting his semi-stiff shaft fall. ‘Thanks. I needed that. It’s a different sort of climax, Lover, when my mouth is full of your cock. I liked it.’ She looked at his lolling member. ‘Want me to take care of that for you?’
‘I can wait.’
‘Good, because my favourite programme is coming on. Mind if I turn the TV on?’
‘Your favourite? I didn’t know you had one.’
‘CSI. It’s about forensic detection. It’s very authentic, I hear. Very educational.’
‘Are you thinking of taking up a life of crime?’
She grinned. ‘Maybe someday, but I’m too busy enjoying a life of debauchery right now.’
Twenty-eight
It was a Thursday, one of the days the cleaning women came. Rolf and Penny packed a cooler of drinks and a basket of snacks and went out to the pool for the day. Partly, Rolf wanted to be out of the cleaners’ way. Partly, he felt that the erotic vibrations between him and Penny were so powerful that anyone who came near them would suspect they were having an affaire.
He swam two dozen lengths and then sprawled on his side on a lounger that he’d adjusted to lie flat. The hot sun dried him in moments. Through slitted eyes, he watched Penny swim, smoothly and effortlessly, an erotic mermaid in a minute thong and minuscule bra. After a while, he picked up a book, not to read but to conceal his erection. The cleaners might be looking down from upstairs.
Penny climbed out. ‘Anything interesting in your book?’ she asked, slyly.
‘Depends on what interests you.’
‘I think you know.’ She threw herself into the lounger beside him, on her tummy. ‘Check my bum, Rolf.’
He sat up and looked. ‘Very nice.’
‘What I meant was, it’s all healed.’
‘That’s good.’
‘It is, but it’s prettier when it’s been marked, by you.’
‘Are you hinting?’
‘Of course.’
‘We’ll see.’
She rolled over. ‘I’m so horny, Rolf.’
‘That’s a change.’
‘Tease. Seriously, Lover, I want you and I want you bad.’ Her fingers pushed down into the front of her thong.
‘Penny, there are eyes around.’
‘Not in the sauna, there aren’t.’
‘True.’
‘Please?’
Feigning a reluctant sigh, Rolf stood up.
‘Bring the cooler,’ Penny said as she ran to the cedar shack.
She was naked by the time he got inside. As he set the cooler on a bench, she dragged his trunks down to his ankles.
‘You’re in a rush,’ he observed.
‘Love your cock! Up on the top bench, please?’
‘Is that any way for a good little sex-slave to talk to her master?’
‘Sorry. Up on the top bench, on your back, pretty please with sugar and sprinkles on. Is that better?’
You have something special in mind?’
‘Sort of. Rolf, if I’m really good, can we play with your crops tonight?’
‘If that’s what you want, I’d better not do anything too strenuous until then. You know how beating your bottom takes it out of me.’
‘For what I have in mind, right now, all you have to do is lie back and enjoy.’
‘That I can manage.’ He stepped up to the top slatted shelf and stretched out, his hands linked behind his neck.
‘I’m turning the heat up,’ Penny announced.
‘Isn’t it hot enough in here?’
‘I want us to sweat, really sweat.’
Rolf closed his eyes. Penny never ceased to amaze him. At nineteen, and a virgin until just over a week ago, she was full of creative ways to make love. It had to be those sex books of Trixie’s. Perhaps he should open up that secret case and read a few of them for himself. Maybe not. It might be better to just wait and see what perversions Penny came up with. As she’d warned him, a woman might read about a sex act, but that didn’t mean she craved it or was even ready to try it.
A fingertip caressed his hipbone. His cock twitched in response.
Penny said, ‘Good cock!’
Rolf felt her loom up beside him and slitted his eyes to see what she was up to. Penny was kneeling up on the lower bench. Her tender young breasts, already beaded with sweat, were no more than a foot from his mouth. He licked his lips.
‘Thirsty?’
‘Some.’ He expected a lascivious wet kiss or perhaps some of the cooler’s wine, from her mouth to his, which was one of Trixie’s favourite tricks. The mother and daughter had so much in common in the ways they made love.
Penny took her right breast in both hands, thumb touching thumb, index finger touching index finger, making a ring around her delicate flesh. She squeezed, working her hands towards her nipple. Perspiration ran ahead of her hands, gathering. She reared up and leaned over him. ‘Mouth open, please?’
Rolf’s lips parted. Penny’s perspiration dripped from the tip of her nipple, into his mouth.
‘Mm!’ he said. ‘Tasty.’
She lowered until her nipple touched his lips. He pursed them around her swollen peak and drew it into his mouth.
‘Next one,’ she announced, and squeezed the sweat off her left breast for him to suckle and savour. ‘My turn.’ She climbed up, astride him, and lay flat on his torso. ‘Such a nice big firm bed,’ she said. ‘Lots of room for a little girl.’ She wriggled and by then they were both coated with sweat, so that her writhing slid her skin on his. ‘I love how massive your chest is, Rolf.’
His cock was trapped between her belly and his. Each movement of her body tormented his shaft.
‘There’s a lump,’ she said, pressing down.
‘I’m sorry if it makes you uncomfortable.’
‘That’s OK. I know how to accommodate it, but first . . .’ She arched over him and dipped her head. The flat of her tongue ran up the middle of his chest and to the hollow of his throat where she made deliberately exaggerated slurping sounds as she sucked at the sweat that had pooled there. ‘Yummy!’ Her face darted from his throat to an earlobe and down to nip a nipple and back to slathering her tongue across the width of his broad chest.
‘I could eat you all up,’ she told him.
‘I wouldn’t object.’
‘You like to have your cock in my mouth, don’t you.’
‘Very much.’
‘Me too. I like the feel of it, Rolf, the shape and the texture. I like the taste of it, the precum and the come. You know what else I like about having your cock in my mouth?’
‘No?’
‘When it really fills my mouth, in so deep it makes it difficult for me to breathe, and then – when I come – it’s fantastic! It’s like my climax is trapped inside me and has to fight to get out, so I ride that magic wave for a long long time before it breaks.’
‘I wouldn’t want to choke you.’
‘Oh, you won’t. It’s up to me, isn’t it? I can always pull back if I have to. If I couldn’t, because you were holding me by my hair for instance – which I love – well, I trust you. You never lose control, Rolf, so I know I’m safe in your hands, no matter what.’
‘You trust me that much?’
‘Absolutely. With my life.’ She reached out to either side of him and gripped the bench
’s slats. ‘Enough talk!’ Feet lifted, her full weight on him, Penny pushed and pulled, slithering to and fro, forward and back. His cock popped up between her thighs. She clamped on it, locking her ankles to squeeze her legs together on it, and writhed harder. ‘I bet I could get you off like this,’ she claimed. ‘Ever had a “thigh-job” before?’
‘Not that I recall, and I would remember, if I had.’
‘Another time,’ she said. ‘It’s time for my exercises.’
‘Exercises?’
‘Sit ups. Must keep trim.’
‘You’re trim.’
With one lithe contortion, Penny swung herself round to sit up on Rolf’s belly, facing his feet. Her fingers guided his cock. She hitched forward, impaling herself. Her feet hooked behind his calves. A wriggle made sure he was embedded deeply. Her fingers stretched up towards the ceiling. She swung forward and touched her toes.
The movement did incredible things to Rolf’s cock. It was stiff and engorged but her weight forced it to bend to the horizontal. The action pressed his cock’s head hard against the slippery inside of her sheath and slide on it at the same time. Before he had time to even grunt, she’d swung up again, all the way back to whip his face with her wet ponytail, and forward again. Penny’s entire young body had become an instrument of masturbation, working his cock in the most extreme manner he could imagine.
Down she went, and up, and down, an erotic pendulum, and he wanted to move, to grab her hips and just fuck into her, but the torment was so exquisite that his will was paralysed. He lay and endured, and endured, and just when he felt his climax begin to seethe – she stopped, sitting upright on him.
‘Nice?’ she asked.
‘Very.’
Penny cupped his balls. ‘You were close, weren’t you.’
‘Yes, I was.’
‘You could have just taken over.’
‘I know. I can wait.’
‘You’re incredible.’
‘You too.’ He reached up and put a hand to either side of Penny’s ribcage. The space between his hands was so narrow, it seemed incredible that it contained a heart and two lungs and muscles and veins and arteries. Her ribs felt so delicate that it seemed to Rolf that if he simply pressed his hands together, she’d be crushed between them.
‘Lift me,’ she said.
His hands dropped to her waist, his arms braced and he heaved her up, bodily.
‘Now down,’ she asked.
He lowered her, impaling her on his shaft once more.
‘May I come?’
‘Of course.’
‘You later, OK?’
‘OK.’
‘Hold my ponytail?’
Rolf wrapped the length of sodden hair around his fist. Penny leaned back, letting his grip on her hair support her. Her legs swung apart. Her hands went between her thighs and began to play. ‘It’s nice when I do myself with your cock inside me. Is it nice for you, too?’
‘Very nice.’
‘How? What do you like about it?’
‘I like it that you are enjoying yourself. I like the way you twitch, inside. My cock loves that.’
‘Can you feel this?’ She slapped at her clit with two fingers. ‘I’m not hurting you?’
‘I can feel it but it isn’t hurting.’
‘Good.’ Her fingers beat faster, and faster. ‘And later, the crops? Please?’
‘You shall have your cropping, Penny.’
‘I’ll be bound?’
‘Yes, you’ll be bound.’
‘Oh, fuck! Just thinking of it . . .’ Her fingers beat an accelerating tattoo. Penny’s entire body tensed. She threw her head back and let out an ululating wail that got louder and louder and higher and higher until Rolf feared the cleaning women would hear it from the house. He reached up and clamped his palm over her mouth. Penny’s free hand dragged his wrist down until his hand was over her throat and then she strained against it, strangling her wail down to a thin scream of wracking delight. Between straining to pull against Rolf’s iron grip on her hair and striving to push her throat against the palm of his powerful hand, Penny’s body vibrated like a bow-string.
She shuddered. Her hips ground down. Despite the heat of the sauna, Rolf felt a warm flood of fluids gush from around his cock and soak into his balls.
Penny collapsed back onto him. ‘Oh fuck! Oh, Rolf, that was the best, the very best, ever! Will you do that again for me?’
‘Do what again?’
Penny rolled over to look into his eyes. ‘Hold my throat when I’m coming.’
‘I don’t know that that’s such a good idea.’
‘We can do it safely. If you just put your hand there and I press against it, what could go wrong? If I passed out, I’d drop back. I’d be in control. Please, Rolf? It really does give me fantastic orgasms, like none I ever had before.’
‘I’ll think about it.’
‘Oh, thank you, Rolf.’ She showered his face and chest with kisses. ‘I’ll do anything, Rolf. After you make me come like that, there’s nothing I won’t do for you.’
He grinned. ‘There’s nothing you won’t do for me, anyway.’
‘True. So, what shall I do for you, right now?’
‘Right now? Get me a glass of wine. I’m parched. As for sex, I think I’ll save this erection for later, after I’ve given you your treats.’
‘Treats?’
‘Bondage and the crop.’
She threw her arms around his neck. ‘Rolf Carmichael, you are the very best stepdaddy a girl could ever have.’
His cock drooped. It was nice to hear her sing his praises but he really wished she’d chosen her words with a little more care. Despite his plunge into depravity, his conscience wasn’t quite dead.
They dressed again and swam some more, until the sound of the cleaners’ van told them the house was theirs again.
‘Can we eat early and have a nice long sexy evening?’ Penny asked.
Rolf smiled. ‘I’m hungry and I still have an erection,’ he told her, ‘so “yes” to both.’
He watched her lithe young body dip and sway as she did things at the stove. Rolf couldn’t help but feel proud of himself. Before Penny, and Trixie, of course, he hadn’t known any women he’d rate as ‘wild’. It hadn’t taken him long to learn about the more exotic sex games. He fancied he’d become quite adept at inflicting erotic corporal punishment, though using a crop would be something new and – he admitted – exciting. And he’d mastered the art of buggery. And this new thing – controlling how a woman breathed – he’d have to be very careful but in light of how incredibly it intensified Penny’s orgasms – how could he not explore it? Sanely, of course.
Penny said, ‘It’ll be almost an hour.’
‘So, what shall we do to amuse ourselves till then?’
She pouted and looked at him though her eyelashes, sure signals that she was going to ask a favour. ‘Rolf, Lover, I don’t know what it is about me today . . . Perhaps it’s because you’ve promised we’ll try the crops, but I’m so horny. What you did to me in the sauna was incredible, but today, it seems, no sooner do I come than I’m hot again.’
‘Poor baby.’
‘Rolf, would you mind if I masturbated again? I’ll still be good and horny for you later, I promise.’
‘Go ahead.’
‘Will you watch me?’
‘I wouldn’t miss it.’
‘Thank you, Lover.’ She ran from the kitchen, calling over her shoulder, ‘I’ll be right back.’
In seconds, she returned with one of his belts that she’d punched extra holes in. She handed it to him. ‘Would you put this around my waist, very tightly, please?’
He reached the belt around her and threaded the end through the buckle. Penny sucked in. Rolf drew the belt tight.
‘Tighter?’ she asked.
He pulled until the flesh around her waist creased and folded. The leather sank into her.
‘Tighter?’ Her voice was a gasp.
Rol
f gave one more strong tug before pushing the buckle’s tang through a hole – a hole that had never been used before, he noted.
Breathlessly, she asked him, ‘Sit in the captain’s chair, please? And take your swim trunks off? I like to see your cock.’
Rolf sat. Penny climbed up past him to sit on the edge of the kitchen table, facing him, her feet resting on the arms of his chair. Her sweet, innocent-looking but deeply depraved pussy was no further than the length of her slender thighs from his face.
‘Do you like to look at my cunt?’ she asked.
‘Very much.’
‘Do you like to watch girls play with themselves?’
‘I like to watch you do it.’
‘I bet you’ve never seen anyone do it the way I’m going to show you, right now.’
‘I haven’t?’
‘Just watch.’ Her feet turned outwards. Her knees spread wider. She hitched forward on the table to present her sex for his inspection.
Rolf swallowed. His hand almost reached out to touch Penny’s pussy but drew back. This was her show. She’d obviously planned a special performance, like a toddler might practise a dance to show off to her family. He shouldn’t spoil her act.
She took the long dangling end of the belt with two fingers flat and lengthwise on it, so that she could direct it with accuracy. Her hand lifted. She slapped down, gently, striking the tender bulge of her pussy.
So this was her show? He already knew that she liked to beat her clit with two fingers. This wasn’t so very different.
She slapped again, harder, and a third and fourth time before she paused and inspected herself. ‘Now I’m hot and wet, and extra sensitive,’ she announced. ‘So now . . .’ The thumb and fingers of her left hand spread the lips of her pussy wide. Her right hand fed the end of the belt into herself, pushing more and more of the leather into her soft depths.
Rolf watched wide-eyed as four, five, six, perhaps eight inches of his belt were worked into Penny’s intimate sheath. When there was no more slack, when the belt ran taut from its buckle, over her clit, to where it entered her, Penny closed her eyes and leaned back a fraction.
‘Watch me,’ she breathed.
