Penny

"Penny! That's her name!" I told myself as the image of the young girl appeared dimly from out of the grey hazy depths of my memory. Suddenly, I was sitting back at the edge of the lunch counter of the HoJo's in Tempe. I was a college undergraduate in my junior year, trying to experience a social life in the midst of the never-ending routine of reading, memorizing, and term paper writing.

She was absolutely lovely, having a delicate facial structure with sharp blue eyes, enhanced by thin gold eyeglass frames which drew my momentary attention, and a tight, happy smile in the middle of a mouth at seemed ready-made to wrap around a hard penis. Her brownish blond was pulled back in a nice little ponytail that cascaded down her back in a shower of curls to a mid-point between her shoulders and her waist. She was not tall, standing only about five feet five in her bare feet which put her just a few inches shorter than I am, but she was perfectly proportioned with hips and a 34-inch bust completely balanced by an ass sculpted like a Buns of Steele exercise video which demanded my hands be wrapped around her firm cheeks. Her legs were strong and appropriately developed, no doubt from several years of athletic exercise, and even her feet looked kissable.

It was about a month or so into the fall semester and the Valley of the Sun was still as hot at night as most places in the northern half of the country get during the day. That was why a select few of us older students would gather at the hotel restaurant counter across the street from the dorms. We could eat decent food, sample as many of the 31 Flavors as we could afford, drink as much coffee as we could hold, study, or talk 24 hours a day and hide from the heat in reefer-like air conditioning. The place had big windows that looked out at the south end of the campus, and we could watch out for our friends or check out the opposite sex without being blatantly obvious.

That's how I saw Penney for the first time. Like most freshmen girls that fall, she was dressed in faded blue-jeans with a wear-hole in one knee and a collar-less, sleeve-less old sweatshirt at least one and maybe two sizes too large that hung passed one bare shoulder, ala-Flash Dance. I noticed her just as she half-jogged and half-bounded across the four-lane street between the dorms and the restaurant. It was easy to tell that she was well-endowed and braless. Fortunately for me, I was the only person sitting at the counter right then. I had just arrived after attending a really useless English lit class. All of my usual coffee shop companions had different class schedules and would not appear for another hour or so.

After she came into the nearly empty restaurant she stopped in front of the cash register stand to look around for one of the employees. Greg, the tall, good looking and totally gay waiter who was on counter duty came out of the double swinging doors leading from the kitchen to find out what she wanted. A minute later he reached down to grab an employment application. He handed the paper to her and indicated that she should sit at the counter to fill it out. That was when she came to my end of the counter and took a seat two stools away from my perch. I silently nodded my head to her as she looked around then turned my attention back to the textbook I was reading. Every few seconds I lifted my eyes to watch her as she filled out the form. Finally, she had it finished and waved for Greg to come over.

He brought the coffee pot with him and filled my cup before turning to her. That was one of the nice things about having a gay waiter, the guys always come first. Not that I was the slightest bit interested, of course. My boat just doesn't float in that direction and Greg knew it. Usually I cannot abide a "swishie" guy and just about every gay male I had ever met fell into that category. All of them are rude, obnoxious, judgmental, and overly opinionated. But I did enjoy talking to Greg. He was open about his orientation but not blatantly so and did not try to mask his insecurity by any aggressive or embarrassing behaviour or language. His humorous outlook on life was so totally opposite mine that it was actually quite refreshing. Of course, he was not an older student trying to compete in an academic world dominated by a younger crowd.

Well, next Greg asked her if she wanted some coffee while he took her application back to the office for the manager to look over.

"Please." She responded. "Can I ask that he call me back tomorrow afternoon. I've got classes all morning."

"Well, if that's what you really want, sure, I can tell him." Greg told her. "But he might have time for you right now so why don't you wait while I find out. Old Danny here can keep you company." He added and sort of nodded his head in my direction. With that, Greg disappeared back behind the double swinging door, leaving me to look a bit sour as I was inspected by a pair of the clearest blue eyes I had ever seen.

"Yea." I said, "I'm Danny." I extended my hand to her and she lightly shook it.

"My name is Penny." She responded. "You don't look so old."

"I'll be twenty-six next month."

"Oh. That's not old. I hear that there are a lot of grad students here."

"I guess," I admitted, "but I'm still an undergrad. Four years in the Navy put me behind my high school classmates in getting through college."

"That's a bummer." She said that half looking in my direction and half watching the doors to the kitchen. "What's your major?"

It was THE standard question in college. Girls seemed to use it as a means of determining a guy's future economic potential. The guys asked each other the same question as a way of gauging the competition. I've always enjoyed the responses I get when I answer, "Geography. What's yours?"

"Fine arts. I really want to do lithography." She said with a sort of inner glow which turned into a questioning expression. "Why Geography?" Gotcha! Already I had this girl categorized and my interest was beginning to intensify. A young, fine-looking arts major who applied for regular jobs braless told me at least a volume about her attitude and zest for life. This girl was definitely someone I wanted to know a lot better.

"I was an enlisted weatherman in the Navy and now I'm learning all the stuff I didn't know when I first joined up. No more ships, though. From now on I'll either be working for the government down at the national weather service in Florida or be a weatherman on TV. That is, if I don't become a professor myself. The main point being that I'll be somewhere on dry land."

"Cool." Penny responded and her face showed me signs that I had really drawn her attention.

I was about to turn the tables of our conversation on to her goals and interests when Big Mike, the assistant manager of the restaurant, came out of the kitchen with her application in his big black hand. He quickly collected her and off they went into the dark lounge which was accessed off the far end of the restaurant dining room. She managed to look back at me and wave her hand as she followed him into the lounge. I smiled at her in return and then put my nose back into my textbook. A quick check at my wristwatch told me it was about fifteen minutes later when she reappeared off my right shoulder with a big smile on her face.

"I got the job." She declared as she took the seat next to me.

"Congratulations. When do you start?"

"Tomorrow evening, thank God." She shook her head. "I can really use the money. I never realized that fine arts books were so expensive. The bookstore took almost all of my money."

"Yeah, they get more than their fair share from me, too." I agreed. "Are you going to be waiting table or cooking, or what?"

"Tables. I did that at my aunt's café back home for the last three years of high school."

"Three years? How old are you?"

"Half past eighteen. I started waiting table when I was fifteen. It's my aunt's place and my uncle is the county sheriff. Legionnaire is a small place, and everybody knew I was too young, but nobody said anything. Good waitresses are hard to find."

"Well, I guess we will see each other often, then. I spend more time here than I do at my apartment, so I guess I'm a regular now. My friends are all here and I don't like being alone all that much."

"Me, either." She admitted. "But I would kill to have my own apartment. I've been over in the west dorm since the middle of August, and the place is driving me crazy. My roommate is nice, but she has a boyfriend she sneaks into our room and there just isn't enough space for the three of us, if you know what I mean. It's bad enough when she walks in on me in the shower, but when he does it, I freak out." "I remember those days. Bodies everywhere and not even enough room to change your mind." Suddenly, I had an inspiration. Mid-terms were still two to three weeks away and my first paper had been handed in an hour ago. "Hey, you got any plans for this evening?"

"Ugh, no. Not really. I mean, I just got a job, so I don't have to look anymore. I'm all caught up studying so all I have to do is laundry." Then she added suggestively, "There's a good movie tonight at the MU."

"Actually, I was thinking about dinner, dancing or sightseeing. Have you ever been up on the top of South Mountain?" I asked, feeling a little more animated than usual.

"Where's that at?"

"What? Where are you from, anyway?"

"Legionnaire, Pennsylvania." She said a little bashfully. "This is my first time in Arizona, and I've only been here since the semester began. I've never been outside of Tempe except to come from the airport."

"Well, then, speaking as a Geography major, let me broaden your horizons."

"Okey. How are we going to do this. I don't have a bike."

"My car is right outside. One of the nice things about being a HoJo's regular is being able to park my car in the lot here without a hassle." I didn't tell her that I also pay for the privilege by slipping the hotel manager a fifty each month. That was more information than anyone outside of that transaction needed to know.

"Well, then, how about a ride over to my dorm?" She asked. "I need to get a shower and change."

"Yeah, me too." I had been sweating plenty both before and after leaving the Language and Lit building and walking across campus to HoJo's. "Tell ya what, how about you ride with me over to my apartment building first. You can wait in the pool area for me to shower and put on some clean clothes. It'll only take me ten minutes or so and then we'll go over to your dorm and I'll wait for you. How's that?"

"You have a pool?"

"Sure do."

"All right, let's go." She agreed and with that I grabbed up my stuff, stuffed it into my old backpack and we headed for the door.

Four O'clock in the metro-Phoenix area is supposedly the hottest time of day, and I am sure it is. During the summer I try to avoid being out in the sun for anything longer than the time it takes me to walk from my car to whatever building I am headed for. Granted, summer had officially ended just over a week ago, but you couldn't tell that yet. I had found that the worst of the summer heat didn't end until mid-October which was still a couple of weeks into the future.

Fortunately, if you have been in an air-conditioned place and have dried out and cooled down, it takes a couple of minutes before you start sweating again so making the short walk over to my car was done quickly. Of course, getting into a hot car was like jumping into a forced air furnace, even cloth covered seats will burn your ass, but there is no help for it. As soon as we were in, I cranked up the air as far as it could go and got the windows down in the hopes of finding some sort of breeze. Wishful thinking, of course, but once the car started moving the hot air did dry us out again. We chit-chatted a little as we drove over to my apartment complex. Mostly it was Penny covering her nervousness with conversation until I turned off Southern into the complex.

"Wow! This is nice." She cried, drawing out the last syllable as her head swung around to see the hard-core tennis players out on the sunscreen shaded courts and then back over to the pool area on the other side of the car. "I'll bet you even have a Jacuzzi."

"Of course. That's standard equipment in an apartment complex these days." I told her as I climbed out of the car. I didn't want to tell her that my Jacuzzi was actually one that I had installed on the back patio, not available to other complex residents and certainly not to the general public.

"Come on. My place is right over there." I indicated and reached for her hand as she came around the car. Hand in hand, we went to my front patio where I had a couple of cheap plastic chairs kind of hidden behind a row of large shrubs and under the small balcony that opened off of my bedroom. My unit faced north-east and away from direct sunlight which was a feature hard to find anywhere in the Valley. That put my back patio constantly in the sun which was great for tanning.

"You can come in, if you want, or you can wait here. I'll be quick." I told her as I unlocked the front door. "Want something to drink?"

"I'll wait here." She said, looking up at me. "Anything cold will do."

I got her a cold beer and left her sitting on the front patio while I went upstairs to jump in and out of the shower and find some clean clothes. I selected what I call a white New Mexico-style shirt, tan walking shorts that fit loosely around the legs and crotch area, and a pair of loafers. Wearing underwear in Arizona is something I generally don't do unless I have to wear a suit. I came back down from the second floor to find her in my living room, holding the beer and looking through my selection of movies. "I see you ventured into the Lion's Den."

"Are you rich or something?" Penny bluntly demanded, using a tone of voice that was half accusing and half concluding. It kind of stopped me in my tracks, so to speak.

"No. I'm not rich."

"It looks that way to me. An undergraduate with his own car, great furnished apartment with a bar, in a classy neighbourhood, all the boy toys and stuff. Sure, seems that way."

"I'll explain on the way to your dorm." I told her as I ushered her back outside and towards my car. I talked all the way to her dorm.

I had come to Arizona to go to school and had stayed with my great uncle John and great aunt Wanda in Phoenix during my freshman year. Between working part time, taking six hours at the university and another six hours at one of the community colleges, I hadn't really thought much about anything except getting my in-state residency. But it must have impressed the hell out of my aunt and uncle. They made me the sole beneficiary of their will, a fact I didn't know until after they were killed in a traffic accident on Indian School Road a year ago. I got some cash out of the settlement which was enough to buy my new car and pay a couple of bills but not much more. I also got title to all property that my uncle still owned around the state. He had once been into real estate quite a bit and had some Colorado River-front property in Havasu City which I still own. Someday Arizona is going to allow casinos in Havasu City, and I'll cash in big time.

I didn't tell her that I owned the complex where I live but I did say that the state of Arizona helped me find and move into my apartment. You see, my uncle really knew what he was doing when it came to real estate, he just couldn't drive a car worth a shit. When he and my great aunt first moved to Arizona back in the mid-1950s he purposely selected an old house right where the plans for the new Interstate Highway system showed the placement of an exit ramp. The problem was that the whole thing was tied up in lawsuits. Even though Phoenix grew around them and the old section of the city went to hell, they stayed there. Every summer they would go to Payson, high up on the Tonto Rim, to live in a cabin they had there. That was where they were going when they were killed. Well, six months ago the last civil suit preventing the highway construction was settled and the state didn't wait very long before they were contacting property owners and buying them out. I got a real nice wad of cash for moving expenses and a big check which allowed me to buy the apartment complex. I still own the cabin in Payson, too, and I go up there periodically to get away from the rat race in the Valley.

Of course, I didn't tell Penny all of that, only enough to vaguely answer her questions and keep her from getting weird on me. It was enough, though, and by the time we got near enough to her dorm to drop her off she seemed relaxed. Not finding a parking place along that section of the Tempe campus is kind of a given so I drove around all of the parking lots facing the Salt River at least three times before I spotted her standing at the place where I had dropped her off. I almost didn't recognize her. She still sported the ponytail but was now wearing a black, mid-thigh length mini-skirt and a bright yellow fuzzy-kite pull-over that was somewhat tight without revealing every contour of her boobs. The two sharply defined points her hard nipples made in the pull-over contrasted suggestively with her rather demure attire.

"Nice." I muttered as she got in my car. She curled one sexy looking leg under her other one as she half-turned to sit so she could look at me. Before I got a chance to say anything else, some bimbo in a car behind me blew her car horn in annoyance. A quick glance in my mirror told me I was blocking her way out of the parking lot and the audacity of someone impeding her movement could not be tolerated. I accelerated out of the parking lot area a little faster I should have and headed east toward the nearest bridge over the Salt River. That was where the main road to Scottsdale connected with the street grid in Tempe.

We went all the way out to Rawhide for dinner, and she was thrilled with the place. I've always thought it was sort of touristy, but the food was good and I've always liked their 1880s bar. A good steak is one of the best meals in the world and Penny said she was a meat-eater but had not had one in a long time. A wicked smile and a twinkle in her eyes told me that she might have had more than one meaning to that statement.

We went dancing at a new club in north Scottsdale afterward and what I had to do to get her past the door security is something I shouldn't talk about. Let's just say that it's good to have friends. Being on a first name basis with the doorman did make Penny wonder and at first, we were a little distant with each other on the dance floor. It soon grew crowded and the press of other bodies around us forced us together. After a couple of hours, we were pressed together hip and thigh, and I could tell she was dancing with her crotch pressed against my thigh on purpose. My cock was as stiff as a steel pole and rubbing against her lower stomach.

My hands were full, too. I was squeezing her amazingly soft breasts through the fuzzy knit pull-over and her nipples were hard and proud. Finally, she reached up and pulled my head down to hers and kissed me, at first tenderly then passionately. "Let's get out of here." She commanded in my ear before pulling me off the dance floor and toward the club exit.

Outside, it was another warm night. I remembered where I had parked the car and there was enough ambient glow from the city streetlights to easily find it. When we got to my car I pulled her to me and wrapped her up in my arms.

We kissed and played Dueling tongues while my hands roamed from her neck to the bottom of her ass. As soon as one hand wrapped around the bottom curve of one of her ass-cheeks, she hiked one of her legs up to my hip which put her panty covered pussy in direct contact with my hard meat. I moved my hand under her skirt and spread my fingers to grab as much of her ass cheek as I could. My middle finger was barely touching the edge of her asshole through her silk panties. Supported by my hand underneath and her arms locked around my shoulders, she rubbed her pussy up and down the side of my shaft. Bare skin-on-skin contact was only prevented by the thin material of her underwear.

As she moved her pelvis up and down against my penis the tips of my fingers moved further into her butt-crack. She uttered a soft groan as the tip of my index finger came up against the tight puckered button of her sphincter hole and my middle finger explored the interior of her wet pussy. A second later, with her lips still pressed against mine, she squealed and shuddered as an orgasm racked her body. Then she relaxed, lowered her leg and kind of fell against me with her face pressed to my chest. I fell back against the car's passenger door

"Wow! Thank you!" She murmured as one of her small hands found my hard cock in my shorts and pressed against it. "Yeah."

I was breathing pretty heavy, too, and the pressure of her warm hand gently stroking me was making my blood pressure spike. The parking lot was well lit and far to public for me. However, that didn't seem to faze Penny. She squatted down, slipped one small hand up the leg of my shorts and wrapped her fingers around my cock. Then she looked up at me with wide eyes and said, "I'm a meat eater with an oral fixation." By that time, her other hand had found the zipper to my shorts and slowly pulled it down.

Suddenly my bare cock was standing straight out, and her lips were kissing my cockhead. A wicked little tongue circled around the edge of my little helmet which set my nerves a tingling and then she deep throated me without warning. I had never met a girl who could do that without some build-up, and it caught me totally by surprise when the muscles of her throat tightened around my shaft. As she pulled back the first spurt of my seed shot out and hit the back of her throat. So did the second but after that my cock was out of her mouth and the third and fourth spurts hit her glasses. Then my cock was back in her mouth, and she was sucking me clean with a vengeance.

A few seconds later I had recovered enough to be aware of my surroundings, and I hurriedly pulled her to her feet. She took off her glasses, licked them with her tongue, and then moved to open the passenger side of the car. "Where are we going next?" She asked, holding her glasses in her hand.

"Back to my place." I told her. "We both have classes tomorrow and we should get to bed early." She didn't say a word; she just open the glovebox of my car and put her glasses in it. We took Pima Road back to my apartment. We were halfway there before I thought to ask her, "Did you bring a bathing suit?"

"No." She replied with a smile. "I don't want to get wet that way." Then she reached over the shifter console to rest her left hand on my bare leg. Just the touch of her warm hand was enough to stir up my loins again. As her fingers tickled my inner thigh Master Blaster began to grow back to the raging state, he had been while in the club. A second later I noticed that her other hand was under her short skirt and she was gently petting her pussy.

"Well, how about we party in my Jacuzzi?" We were practically on the north edge of Tempe and fast approaching the bridge back over the Salt River. "My Jacuzzi is set up on my back patio. You'll be the first girl to ever use it."

"Even better." She responded. "All we need is some wine and cheese. You ARE bringing the sausage, right?"

"Got it right here." I pushed her hand back into my crotch to prove it.

That ended all conversation until we walked into my apartment. I had actually wondered if she was going to change her mind and demand I take her back to her dorm but the short walk from the car to my front door removed that doubt. The force which her little, strong warm hand gripped mine told me that there were no second thoughts in her mind.

Once inside I pointed out the kitchen and little breakfast table area which was just behind the back wall of the bar. "The door to the back patio is through the kitchen. My bathroom is upstairs but it's a mess."

"Too bad. I need it use it." She said and reached for the black wrought iron banister.

"It's the first door on the right." I told her as I watched her climb the stairs. Right then I learned that the short skirt she was wearing was actually a wrap-around type. I could tell because she was untying it as she went up. It came completely off before she reached the second-floor landing. Damn! She had some fine legs topped off with white little girl panties that looked melded to her body.

"Which one is your bedroom?" She called down. Her voice was a bit muffled because she had her back turned toward me and was in the process of pulling the fuzzy yellow top over her head.

"The one on the left."

"How about a clean towel?" She called from inside the bathroom.

"In the linen cabinet in there." I answered as the bathroom door closed.

I stood there a minute, in disbelief, if you have to know the truth. I hadn't dated very much. All during the weeks and months since I arrived in the Valley my life had been just about all academia. I had my share of friends from work and class who were girls, some of them so fine that I would gladly sacrifice a nut just to fuck them on a regular basis. None of them had hit me like Penny did, though, and she seemed just as open and casual about sex and sexuality as I am.

Wait. Let me rephrase that a bit. I guess "open and relaxed" would be a better way to describe that attitude. There is nothing "casual" about sex and it isn't easy to find a willing co-participant, even on a blatantly open and "hot for many reasons" party campus. The academic standards at the university kept a lot of students constantly stressed out and that can be a real pecker checker, especially to us older students if you know what I mean.

By the time all of those thoughts had worked their way through my brain, I had a cold bottle of a very good German sweet white wine ready to open and the Jacuzzi opened up and running. I had removed my shirt, and I was debating whether I should go ahead and climb in it wearing my shorts or if I should take them off when Penny appeared on the patio wrapped in one of my towels.

She came up to me, dropped something down beside the edge of the hot-tub and raised her arms up to my shoulders. The towel dropped off and I had a totally naked, totally impressive, warm and oh so soft female clinging to me. Obviously, no shorts in the hot-tub, I though and quickly skinned them off. Gently, I picked her up in my arms and kissed her as I stepped over the edge of the tub and down into the hot water. I kept holding and kissing her until finally she pulled her head back and worked her way out of my grasp to stand in front of me holding tightly to both my hands. "I want to do this." She said, at first looking into my eyes and then looking down at my fully extended hard cock and back to my eyes again. "I just don't... I mean, I've fucked guys before but... but I still a virgin and the size of your thing scares me."

"Ugh, I don't quite understand." I admitted and my facial expression probably looked as confused as I felt.

"Well," She began, "I've been with a couple guys, ya know. In my high school a girl had to put out to have a boyfriend. I got really good at blowing guys."

"World class, I'd say."

"Thanks." She said with a little chuckle. "I work hard at it." Then she turned back to being serious. "I've never let a guy fuck my pussy. I've been saving that for the guy I marry. I've let guys fuck my ass. I love that!"

"I've never fucked a girl's ass." I admitted.

"You're about to." She whispered as she released my hand and reached up to the middle of my chest to trace a line from the base of my throat to my belly button with an extended finger. Then she reached down to wrap her fingers around my shaft. My free hand automatically went to a beautiful, torpedo shaped breast and my thumb started flicking over its light red nipple.

"If I can work this big boy in there." She muttered and began stroking me hard. I could hardly believe it was possible, but her attention was making my rock-hard cock feel just a little bigger and longer than usual. I had to sit down, and I pulled her on top of me. She straddled me with her legs folded back and her knees over my hips. I looked down in the water to see that put her completely bald pussy was gliding over the top of my shaft and her cunt lips kind of had it half covered. Her pussy was a hell of a lot hotter than the already hot water in the tub, and it felt open, ready, and eager to receive my cock.

Instead, I reached down with both hands, took a firm hold on each ass cheek, and pulled her to me so that I could suck her nipples. "Okey, no pussy fucking, but I've got an oral fetish, too." I told her before my tongue contacted her left breast and I sucked it into my mouth. Her head went back and she uttered a moan as I increased my sucking pressure and began pushing her nipple around the interior of my mouth with my tongue.

She gave out another cry as I moved to the second breast and her hand gripped the hair on the back of my head, forcing my face tighter against her and more of her tit into my mouth. My fingers were working their way further between her thighs and a second later my fingers were spreading apart both of her holes. It would not have taken much effort to raise my hips up and slide my stiff pole into her without concern for which hole it penetrated, but I had just made a promise, and I don't make them lightly.

Next, I literally picked her up while she was in that kneeling position, turned around and deposited her rump on the top step around the Jacuzzi, all the while keeping her legs spread. I began kissing my way along her inner thighs, occasionally nibbling at her skin, working my way further and further into her crotch. Then I traced my tongue first from where her thigh and right buttock met, round the outside of her pussy lips, over her mound while almost touching her clitoris, back down the other side of her pussy until the tip of my tongue touched the tiny patch of bare skin between her pussy and her asshole. That produced a sharp intake of breath and a hard clutch of her hands that drew my lips tight against her and set my nose in direct contact with both her hot vagina and her distended love-button.

I could have died right then knowing that I was in heaven, and the way her legs clamped around my ears and shut off my breathing it probably wouldn't have taken long. Finally, I came up for air and then dove back to lay a lip-lock on her engorged clit. Her hips came up to meet my tongue, and they danced against my oral muscle until the first wave of an orgasm hit her. My tongue then invaded her vagina and began darting in and out. That sent her far over the edge as succeeding orgasmic waves caused her legs to clamp and release my head at the same time her hands were pulled my head as far into her pussy as it would go.

Her breathing continued as short pants after the sharp edge of her climax passed. The expression on her face and the hurried way she crawled over me to get out of the water and kneel on her knees on the seat around the outside of the tub indicated that she wasn't finished yet. My swollen balls were aching for release, too, and I had to intensely hiss, "I've got to fuck you. I've got to fuck you, now!"

"Here. First, stand up behind me. We need to put this on." She commended, picking up a tube she had somehow managed to bring out of the apartment. She uncapped it, squeezed something on her hand, and then took hold of my cock. Instead of jerking me off, she was smearing some kind of jelly up and down my shaft. "Give me your hand." She commanded and put a big glob on my fingers. "Lube up my ass."

After she turned away, she dropped down to her hands and knees which placed her buttocks, asshole, and pussy directly before me. I couldn't resist leaning over to take one last lick at her beautiful cunt lips before I spread the jelly around the outside of her puckered hole. I was a bit amazed when I saw that she was able to relax her sphincter muscles and open her ass hole a little.

"Put some of that in me." She ordered after turning her head back to look at me. I put one lubed finger into her ass hole, and she sort of leaned back against my hand, opening her hole further and forcing my finger in up to the second joint. "Yes!" She hissed, gently wiggling her rear as I began spreading the substance around her inner rectum ridge. "More! I need more."

One finger became two, then three and in second I was able to easily move them around until the jelly coating was thick and evenly distributed. I withdrew and took hold of her hips with both hands, arranged myself and her so that my cock was riding in the valley between her spread cheeks. Holding her with one hand and my cock in the other, I put the head of my penis directly onto her rosebud. The head was half in before I even started to push. Suddenly I was past her sphincter, and my shaft was sliding into her fiery bowels. Jeez, she was tight!

She drew in a sharp breath, clamping her ass around my prick momentarily before releasing the painful hold as she moaned, "Oh, God! Oh, God!" Then came a high-pitched squeal as every muscle in her body went rigid. I was still able to push more of my cock into her, and she quickly relaxed making my progress easier. I was fully in when my balls contacted her clitoris and she started rolling her ass to make them bounce and slide against her love button.

I began moving my hips forward, back. Forward, back. She changed her movements to pushing her ass back against me, tightening and releasing her buttocks as she rocked, actually milking the cum right out of my balls. I had never this good a fuck. Never! Ever! The head of my cock seemed to swell and as I pulled back the rim of my cock helmet came against the inside of her sphincter which was so tight that it could not pass. I was locked in and now it was either cum or die with my dick in her rear. What a wonderful way to go.

Not that I really cared right then. We were pounding against each other hard. I was holding on to her hips with both hands and straining to put as much of my cock inside her as she could take. The pressure in my balls was building, building, and building until I shot my wad into her like a rocket flying through of a tunnel. It had to have hurt her because, what with the way her asshole had clamped around the base of my shaft, it certainly hurt me. I strained my loins shooting out my seeds with enough force to send her collapsing her chest onto the seat around the tub in a crying, squealing orgasmic release of energy and tension.

Abruptly, the instant my deflating pecker popped out of her, I also half sat/half fell on the seat around the outside edge of the Jacuzzi. A minute later, after I caught my breath and my heart rate slowed a bit, I eased myself down into the hot water, taking care not to strain my now empty balls in the process. Penny joined me, also being careful of how her butt contacted the seat inside the tub. I put my arm around her and drew her in tight. She put an arm around me and rested her head on my shoulder.

"You are amazing." I told her. "I'm totally wiped out.!"

She gave me a happy little whimper something like my sister's cat used to do when I petted it then she kissed the side of my neck. She kept on kissing and lightly sucking on my neck and chest, which I enjoyed immensely, but I knew it would be awhile before my passion returned. Her free hand made its way to my shrivelled cock and completely loose balls. "I'll bet I can get you up and hard for another fuck." She whispered. "Let's go to bed."

"Promises. Promises." I retorted.

"Come on. Let's go."

I remembered her saying that. Come on, let's go. Come on, let's go. Come on, let's go.

The words kept repeating themselves as I fought my way out of the grey haze. I could make out some images of people, masked people looking down at me. They were like semi-dark heads that appeared surrounded by a glare of multiple strong white lights. I heard the words, "He's coming out of it," and one of the blurred masked heads came nearer.

"Penny! Let's go, Penny. Where are you, Penny?" I muttered but it sounded strange to my ears. I closed my eyes then felt the sensation of moving.

"Dad. Daddy, can you hear me?"

I knew that voice. It was my daughter's voice. I open my eyes. Yes, it was Alice, my daughter.

"Where's Penny?" I asked. "Where's your mother, Alice?"

Alice sobbed and picked up one of my limp hands. I felt her tears fall on my fingers. "She died in the accident, Daddy. Momma's dead."