Twenty-five
Rolf woke lying along the edge of the bed with guilt rising in his throat like bile. His eyes opened. There, directly in front of his face, Penny stood beside the bed. Her thighs rose slender but shapely from sheer black hose with lacy tops. Looking higher, he was confronted by her naked sex. Its outer lips were smooth but swollen, as if his ravishing had bruised them, which perhaps it had. They were divided by a very neat vertical slit that was bifurcated by the ridge of her clitoris. He hadn’t had the chance to inspect it closely, not visually, the previous night but now he saw that it was longer and thicker than her mother’s was, or than his Rachel’s had been.
His guilt was forgotten, rinsed away on a tide of lust.
‘Do you like my pussy?’ she asked.
‘Very much. You’re beautiful there – and everywhere.’
‘I’m yours, there, “and everywhere”. Whatever you want to do to me, or have me do for you, I’m ready. Last night was incredible, Rolf, and so romantic, but now I’d like us to be bad. I want us to do things normal people don’t do. Things they want to do but don’t dare.’
‘I’m not sure I know what those things would be,’ he confessed.
‘Of course you do. Men have a natural instinct.’ She cocked her head to one side. ‘Rolf, you have six leather belts in your closet.’
‘Do I?’
‘Yes. Would you mind if I borrowed one or two?’
‘No, I don’t mind, but they’re much too long for your tiny waist, Penny.’
‘I could get a leather punch. Would it be OK if I made some more holes?’
‘Sure, but are you going to cut the extra lengths off? Wouldn’t it be easier for me to just buy you some new belts?’
‘They wouldn’t be your belts. That’s the point. They have you on them. And I won’t cut them short, I promise. You’ll still be able to wear them.’
Vaguely flattered, Rolf told her, ‘Do what you like with them, Penny.’ He reached out to stroke her flank.
She shivered under his touch. I love leather, Rolf. Don’t you? The feel of it; the smell of it; the taste of it?’
‘I don’t know that I’ve ever tasted leather.’
‘I have. I stole one of your belts, about two weeks ago. I’ve kept it under my pillow since then. At night, I’ve sucked on it and I’ve rubbed myself on it, you know . . .’ She touched her fingers to her sex in case he didn’t understand.
‘You’ve been masturbating with one of my belts?’
‘Yes. Am I bad?’
‘Well, that’s certainly naughty, perhaps a bit kinky but not actually “bad”.’
‘I told you that I was a kinky little bitch, Rolf, remember?’
‘Who likes to talk dirty.’
‘Do you mind?’
‘No.’
‘In which case, your nasty little whore had better go fix you some breakfast before you take one of those belts to her bottom, hadn’t she? Something light? A toasted prune Danish, maybe?’
‘That’d be fine.’
‘Twenty-five minutes?’
‘OK.’
It took him that long to shave and shower. She’d laid clean pyjama pants and a fresh robe out for him. Rolf considered marching downstairs stark naked, just to show her that he was as uninhibited as she was. He decided that he wasn’t ready for that, not quite yet. Maybe he’d learn to be. He couldn’t have a better teacher.
Penny set his Danish down in front of Rolf and stayed standing beside him, her naked thigh touching his shoulder.
‘Aren’t you going to have one?’ he asked.
‘I’ve eaten, thanks.’
‘You aren’t going to sit down?’
‘I’m standing here in case you wanted to fondle me while you eat.’
‘Oh.’ He ran the fingers of his left hand from behind her right knee, up the length of her thigh, to cup the right cheek of her bottom and give it a loving squeeze.
‘Do you like my bum, Rolf?’
‘It’s lovely.’
‘Would you like to play with it?’
‘Play?’
‘You can do what you like to me, provided you force me, remember? Do I have to prove that I’m depraved?’
‘Perhaps you do.’
‘Then I will, this once.’ She took his left hand in both of her and folded three of its fingers into his palm. ‘Like this.’ Penny pushed his extended finger into the butter on the table. Her right hand guided his fist. Her left tugged her left cheek away from her right one. She leaned forward a little and put his buttery finger to the pucker of her anus.
‘You want me to . . .?’ he asked.
‘Please.’
He expected more resistance but her sphincter yielded easily to his gentle pressure. Inside, though, she was incredibly tight and burning hot.
‘Like that?’ he asked.
‘Deeper, please?’
‘It doesn’t hurt?’
‘No. It will when you force me to bend for you and you fuck me in there, I think, but I can take your finger easily enough.’
Was she going to keep the promise Trixie had reneged on? Rolf wasn’t going to rely on that. He’d savour the forbidden pleasures as they came and not bank on what was promised, he decided.
The butter only lubricated her rectum deeply enough that his finger’s second knuckle was inside her. From there, his skin dragged on hers. She winced.
‘Enough?’
‘I want it all, Rolf. Force it, please? Force me! How many times must I tell you that’s what I want?’
He wriggled and rotated his finger, persuading her tight channel to open up for him, and applied pressure.
‘Oh fuck, Rolf, Lover, that feels so good!’
‘You really like it?’
‘Love it. Can you – you know – push it in and out?’
He abandoned his Danish, half-eaten, and wrapped his right arm around Penny’s thighs to brace her. His left fist pushed and pulled. Rolf tried to imagine the sensations his finger was enjoying, transferred to his cock. As he pushed in, it was almost like penetrating a soft and yielding solid. As he pulled, her flesh clung to him as if reluctant to let him retreat.
Penny bent over more and clawed at the table. ‘It’s even better than I thought it’d be,’ she gasped. ‘Please, may I . . .?’
‘May you what?’
‘This!’ She thrust two fingers into the butter and put them between her thighs. Her position wouldn’t let Rolf watch but it was obvious she was masturbating with furious intensity. He pushed harder, striving for further depth. She doubled over. Her projecting elbow sawed the air. He wondered exactly what she was trying to do, and then he knew. Where his finger was, deep inside her, he felt fresh pressure, pushing up. She was feeling where his finger was going, from inside her pussy!
‘You’re a depraved little bitch,’ he told her.
‘Yes, I am. Finger-fuck my bum-hole, hard, please, Rolf. I think I’m going to be able to . . . Oh yes! Oh, Rolf, you are the most amazing man and what you are doing to me, it’s so . . .’
She convulsed and fell to her knees, dragging herself out of his arm and off his finger. Rolf pulled her face into his lap, cuddled her shoulders and rocked her. ‘There, there.’
‘Rolf,’ she said in a very tiny voice, ‘I’m going to be the best bitch-whore-slut-slave you ever fucked or dreamt of fucking, I promise.’
‘You already are the best,’ he said.
Penny looked up at him with gleaming eyes. ‘But we’ve only just begun, right Rolf?’
‘Right.’
‘Finish your breakfast, then, and we’ll play some more games, where you make me do very bad things, even if I scream, OK?’ She rose and fetched him coffee before sitting opposite him. ‘What do you want to force me do next?’
‘What would you like – to be “forced” to do?’
‘There are so many things that I’ve imagined you doing to me, Rolf.’
‘For an innocent little virgin, you seem to know a great deal about sex – the kinky kind of sex.’
She grinned. ‘I told you I’ve been sneaking my Mom’s toys, to play with? Well, I also found her secret stash of naughty books.’
‘Your mother reads porn?’
‘“Erotica”, she’d call it. Didn’t you know? Look in the case in her walk-in closet, on the top shelf, behind all those hat boxes. She’s got all sorts of good stuff. You’ll be surprised. That’s where I’ve educated myself from.’
‘She didn’t tell me.’
‘She wouldn’t, would she. You should have guessed, though. If she liked to cook, you’d expect her to read cookbooks, right? She likes sex, so she reads sex books.’
‘Why does she keep it a secret from me?’
‘In case you didn’t understand, I guess. Like, if she had a cookbook and it had a recipe for stewed octopus, you might think she liked them and might serve them to her, even though she hates them. In her sex books, there’ll be things she’d like to try and things she wouldn’t. She wouldn’t want you to get them confused. Me neither. There are things in those books that even I wouldn’t dare try.’
‘What sort of books are they then, apart from being about sex?’
‘Oh, lots of different types. One of my favourites is called The Story of O. Reading it makes me horny but I wouldn’t really want have my poor bum branded with a red-hot iron.’
‘Ouch!’
‘I think about it though, sometimes. Would you like to brand my bottom with your initials, Rolf?’
‘Of course not. What’s your second favourite book?’
‘It’s illustrated, like a comic book. It’s by a man named John Willie. It’s about a slender blonde, looks a bit like me, except she’s got bigger tits than I have. Her name’s Gwendolyn and she wears tight corsets and belts and hobble skirts and incredibly high heels. She’s always getting captured by bad people and tied up in uncomfortable positions, bent and stretched and twisted – all sorts of positions. There’s not a lot of actual sex, no real fucking, in the book. It’s mainly about bondage.’
‘Which is something you like.’
‘I think I would. I’ve never had the chance to try it. There’s been no one I could trust to tie me up, till now. Are you going to tie me up, Rolf? I’d be so helpless!’
‘And you’d love that.’
‘I wouldn’t be able to resist, no matter what terrible things you did to me, Rolf.’
‘You’re really serious about this “being forced” thing, aren’t you.’
‘Oh yes! It’s what I dream of. And you, you’re so big, and powerful . . .’
Rolf finally got his mind around the concept of Penny’s desire to be dominated and degraded. He’d always considered himself a kind and gentle man but now he realised that only a sadist is equipped to be kind to a devout masochist. He had that in him, it seemed. Under his civilised veneer, dark cruelty lurked, waiting to be invited out, or to escape.
Penny had issued a clear invitation. The sophisticated beast in him responded.
‘I’m going to use you,’ he said. ‘You are going to amuse me.’
Understanding blossomed on her face. ‘Yes, Rolf. Of course. No matter how much I protest?’
‘No matter how much,’ he confirmed.
She looked at the floor. ‘Thank you, Rolf.’
He rose. Rolf was taller than Penny by almost a foot but this time, when he stood up, he towered over her as if he was a giant and she a child. She shivered. Her eyes were big and liquid, looking up at him. He took her by her ponytail and strode off, giving her no choice but to trot beside him. Up the stairs he marched, with her stumbling but unable to fall because his grip in her hair kept her upright. By the time he got her to his bedroom there were tears in her eyes. Rolf cupped Penny’s pussy. That too was weeping.
By the one hand in her hair and the other between her legs, he tossed her onto the bed, onto her back. His hands took her ankles and yanked them into the air, dragging her bottom to the bed’s edge. Rolf’s grip transferred to just above and behind her knees. He forced her thighs apart and up into her armpits, curling her bottom up and presenting him her seeping pussy.
Penny whimpered, ‘No! No!’ but he knew to ignore any plea for mercy that didn’t include ‘Red Light.’
He knelt, still holding her in place. His mouth came down on her sex, not reverently, as it had before, but greedily. His cheeks moved from side to side, opening her. His lips and tongue slurped and sucked and lapped, gobbling up her juices. Her flavour had changed. Before, she’d tasted quite tart, with a tang of something like lemon. Today, her juices were more like those of a very ripe cantaloupe, sweet without cloying. Perhaps it had to do with her hormones. She’d been a virgin when first he’d tasted her. Now, he, his stiff hard cock, had made a woman of her. That might have changed the nature of her essences.
The thought made him feel immensely powerful, almost magical.
The shaft of Penny’s clit, being so much longer and thicker than her mother’s, was easy to grip between his lips to force its sheath back. His tongue’s tip circled the nub’s naked head.
Penny writhed and moaned, ‘No,’ again and again, encouraging him to tongue-lash her into a convulsive climax.
He rose triumphantly from his conquest. His robe fell. He commanded her, ‘Take my pants off.’
She sat up on the edge of his bed and tugged at the cord of his pyjama pants with quivering fingers. They fell, to be kicked aside. Naked and powerful, he told her, ‘Open your mouth.’
She begged, ‘Please don’t make me take your cock in my mouth.’
He took a fresh grip of her hair with one hand. His other forced her jaws to open. Rolf’s hips pushed forward. His cock’s head passed between Penny’s gaping lips and slid over her tongue.
For a moment, he hesitated. Trixie had been adept at taking his cock deep into her mouth, even into her throat. It had likely taken her years to learn how to do that without choking. This had to be the first time Penny’d had a cock in her mouth. Could she, unpractised, do what her mother did?
Well, she claimed that she wanted to be used and abused. It was time for her to learn what that really meant. Rolf dragged Penny’s head towards him and impaled her mouth on the rigid shaft of his throbbing cock.
She looked up at him with a strange expression in her eyes, part distress, part glee.
Rolf asked her, ‘Red Light?’
Her head shook a little, as much as she could manage in his iron grip.
Rolf drew back, dragging the head of his cock across the flat of her tongue and out from between her lips. Penny struggled to get her mouth back to it. His hips swayed, smacking her cheeks with his shaft. She tried to twist, to get her lips to his cock’s head, and whined like a puppy when she failed.
Rolf relented. He drove slowly into her mouth, giving her tongue the chance to work around his cock’s head but not stopping until it butted against the back of her throat. Her breath was loud, rasping though her nose, but she wasn’t choking so he pushed harder and felt her throat open for him. Keeping careful control, Rolf rocked, half an inch in, half an inch back. In his head, his own voice was bellowing, ‘You’re fucking Penny’s throat, Rolf, and she loves it!’
Penny’s mouth was filling with saliva. It was drooling out around Rolf’s shaft and running down to saturate his balls.
Once more he asked, ‘Red Light?’, and once again she shook her head. Rolf felt he should do something more, something even more obscene, to the sweet young girl who had declared herself his willing slave. He certainly needed more sensation than a half-inch thrust could deliver if he was going to climax. He pulled his cock all the way out and twisted Penny’s ponytail to turn her face up.
‘Tongue out, flat,’ he commanded.
His right fist pumped his shaft furiously. As he felt his cream boil up, he aimed the eye of his cock at Penny’s tongue. His orgasm flooded from him, splashing her tongue and into her gaping mouth and splattering her cheeks and throat. Rolf let his second and third jets flop on her shoulders and between her breasts.
Drained, he staggered back. Penny smiled. Her forefinger scooped his drooling jism from her golden skin and took it to her mouth.
She said, ‘Delicious, Rolf. Thank you.’