The limo was pink and stretched from Penny’s terraced house at number 15 to the door of number 25.
10 women emerged in procession from Penny’s and danced their way into the car. The chauffeur held open the passenger door, his cap tilted to one side, his tie slightly crooked and his sleeveless shirt revealing the tight lines of his enormous biceps. He smiled at each of them in turn and did a fine job of looking sultry and available as he did so.
The hen party wore their uniform with pride, the Penny’s Henny tee shirts tight across their chests, the gold and silver deely-boppers bouncing as they skipped, the shorts practically non-existent and the high heels a bugger to walk on.
There were cries and whoops as they got into their seats, leather and soft and fit for far more regal behinds than their own.
Polly popped open the champagne. Jenny pinched the chauffeur’s ass and decided that she’d like to do a further inspection of his rock-hard buttocks later on in the evening. Liz and Pepsi giggled as they carried each other along, already too pissed to walk unassisted. Marge adjusted her bra cups so that it didn’t look like she had muffin-top tits. Anne and Shirley looked at each other and touched hands when they thought nobody could see them. Peaches gave the chauffeur a full on snog on the lips when she went past, determined to better Jenny and leaving the driver looking like a clown with his new lipstick face; her parting shot was a tiny lick of his lips to make sure he understood what might be on offer. Uma sucked on her cigarette so hard that it was almost done in the one puff. And Penny?
Penny watched on and wondered how the hell she was going to survive the evening without it turning into an utter disaster. She wanted to bite her nails, but she’d had them fixed on earlier and didn’t fancy wasting the money she’d spent. Instead, she pulled her long, black hair back from her face and hobbled along in her 4 inch heals with her ass swishing from side to side in a manner that gave her elderly mother palpitations as she waved them all off from behind the net curtains of home.
As the driver pulled off, there were more whoops and cheers from the rear.
Champagne corks popped, cocktails flowed and Uma stuck out of the window so she could finish her cigarette.
After two hours of circling Newcastle City Centre with the music turned to full blast and the women taking it in turns to stand out through the sunroof so that they could shout at any fit men they happened to pass, they finally arrived at Duncan’s Bar.
The procession from the car to the club had all the energy of a carnival and filled the night with the scents of a heady mixture of perfumes.
Peaches had made it her mission to be the last in the line.
As the girls disappeared into the club, she double-backed and caught the chauffeur by the tie just before he managed to closed the door.
She pulled him close, kissed him on the lips and bundled him into the back of the car.
Lying on top of him, she pulled the door closed with the heel of her stiletto and waited for it to slam.
While Peaches kissed frantically at his neck, the chauffeur pressed the buttons to close all the windows so that nobody would be able to see the action. He pressed another button and the seat right at the back of the car transformed itself into a double bed.
“Bloody hell,” Peaches said, “You do know how to charm a woman.”
The chauffeur didn’t talk. Instead, he was far more interested in finding out what Peaches had under her clothes.
When he unpinged her bra, he decided that she had been unfairly named. His hands groped at her tits and barely managed to cover them. Melons might have been a better name, or Grapefruits at the very least, but what the hell. He nuzzled into her flesh and bit at her nipples until they were pert.
Peaches let out a little moan. “Ooh, you dirty bugger.”
She rubbed her hands over his biceps and then his forearms. They were so big and hard that her pussy moistened at the thought of what his other muscles might be like.
The buttons on his shirt weren’t easy to take off. Peaches ripped impatiently at them until the material tore and his chest was free.
“My God,” she said at the sight of his ripped chest. He had a light spread of hair over his tanned skin and his nipples were small and dark. She ran her hands along his muscles and then down to his stomach, which felt as hard as a brick wall. She couldn’t wait to get to his cock.
The chauffeur had given up on her breasts and was focusing on removing her shorts and panties. Course, with Peaches getting carried away and straddling him like she was restraining a prisoner, it wasn’t easy. She had to stand up and remove them herself.
First she undid the top button of her shorts, then she wriggled until they passed her thighs and fell to her ankles, at which point she kicked them off.
Next it was the thong.
Peaches pulled at the side strings and let the fabric tighten against her clit. It gave her a little buzz and she shuddered. Then she whipped them off.
The chauffeur sat up and took a closer look. Her Brazilian had been perfectly sculpted earlier that day. In the middle of the thin strip of hair, her mound seemed to rise towards him so that he couldn’t resist a little taste. His tongue got to work on her clit, hungrily licking and tasting so that Peaches writhed in pleasure and had to push her back hard against the roof to stop herself from falling over.
He stopped just a little too soon for her to climax and took her hand.
As he led her to the newly formed bed, Peaches admired his prefect body and couldn’t wait to see that little bit more.
She lay back on the bed, spread her legs and gave herself a little tickle.
The chauffeur dropped his trousers with one hand and took a condom packet to his mouth with the other so he could rip it open with his teeth.
When she saw his dick, she could have cried. It was about the only part of his body that didn’t seem to have been built up. It was long enough, but she’d seen thicker pencils. Still, she was so horny it was going to have to do.
He wasted no time in entering her, not that she really felt it.
His hips thrust back and forth like he was an athlete and Peaches admired the six-pack as it tensed and relaxed. The only thing was, it wasn’t really doing anything for her.
She spread her legs as wide as she could so that she was touching each of the sides of the limo and was practically doing the splits. It was the move that saved the day. At least now she could feel him banging against her clitoris and sending waves of pleasure to her brain.
When he pinched her nipples it did the trick. Her body spasmed to orgasm and she cried into the night.
That seemed enough for the chauffeur. He creamed into the tip of his condom and pulled a face like he’d just managed to relieve himself of a month’s constipation.
Peaches didn’t stand on ceremony.
As soon as the man’s face returned to something like normal, she was up and pulling on her clothes as if there was a fire evacuation.
“Thanks love,” she said as she kissed him and opened the door. “It was special.” Peaches believed that a little white lie didn’t do any harm every now and again, so she used them all the time.
She blew a final kiss, slammed the door shut so that the queuing clubbers didn’t get too much of an eyeful and went with shaking legs to the doorman who recognised the uniform and let her in immediately.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Penny shouted into Peaches’ ear. “You’re supposed to be in charge.”
Peaches straightened her clothes, kissed the bride and shouted back, “Want a drink?”
Penny thought she heard a slur in her maid-of-honour’s words. Thought she could see that wild look in her eyes. Imagined that Peaches would have been taking pills again, or worse still, not taking the ones she was supposed to take. “Water. Sparkling water please.” At least if Penny could keep herself straight, she could stay in control.
Peaches pulled a face at the very idea of a non-alcoholic drink, but managed to hide the fact that she was pissed off pretty well. Penny was always taking the safe way, which was probably why she was the first of them all to get married. Peaches kissed the bride-to-be again and be and wandered over to the bar.
When Peaches returned with the drinks, Penny was sitting down rubbing her temples while the rest of the gang pranced in a huge circle on the dance-floor.
“Wha’s wrong?” Peaches asked as she put the water in front of her friend.
“Headache,” Penny told her.
“Wait a minute, I’ve just the thing.”
Peaches opened up her sparkly, blue purse and rooted around inside for a moment. She saw the condoms that she was hoping to use later on a guy with a girth worth shouting about, her comb, cash, makeup, money, ecstasy tab and headache pills. Before she could decide whether it was a good idea or not, she’d taken the ‘E’ and one of the pills and handed them over. “Here. They’ll do you good. Can’t have you coming down on your big night now, can we?”
Penny put the pills onto the back of her tongue and swallowed them down with the last of her old drink. “Ta, love. You’re a good ‘un.”
Peaches reached out for Penny’s had and pulled her up. “Let’s get some action going,” she said, and then the pair joined their mates in a hip-rolling number that none of them had ever heard before.
For the next hour, the girls dominated the place. Pretty much everyone in the club had been roped in at some point to gyrate along with the hens.
Anne and Shirley had mostly stayed together. They’d danced closer and closer to each other and could barely stop looking into each other’s eyes.
Anne bent over and talked through Shirley’s long, blond hair into her ear. “Are you still up for it?”
“Not sure.” Shirley looked worried and lost the beat of the music altogether.
“Come on. We said we would. I can’t keep my hands off you for another minute.”
Shirley thought about it.
Yes, they’d snogged at Ray and Anne’s party the week before and, yes, she’d been turned on like a toaster when the handle’s pulled down, but now she wasn’t sure. She thought of her boyfriend out in the pub with his mates, talking about the footy and flirting with any girl who got within 5 metres. Shirley knew she loved him, but rubbing breasts together with Anne as their tongues slipped over each other last week had turned her on something chronic.
The memory caught hold of her and the hairs on her arms rose. As if that wasn’t enough, the sight of Anne’s erect nipples poking up over the Penny’s Henny logo practically set her pussy on fire, as if she’d wiped herself after chopping chillies.
“Are you sure it’ll be all right?” Shirley was anxious about using the cloakroom for shagging, even though their mate Alice had given them a key and promised them that nothing could go wrong.
“Sure as I’ll ever be. You ready?”
Shirley didn’t get time to answer. Instead, she followed Anne and watched her ass move invitingly inside the sexy shorts of their uniform.
Anne had the door open as planned. They pushed inside and found themselves among neatly hung jackets and coats.
In the corner, as Alice had described, a comfy looking armchair that looked as if it had seen better days.
Anne fell into it and pulled Shirley onto her.
Their mouths met like 2 plungers then their tongues joined together. The heat from their mouths caused their body temperatures to rise a little and the spinning of their tongues seemed to wind up their sex drives as if they were toys.
Shirley couldn’t get enough of Anne’s smell. The heady mix of perfume and sweat turned her on beyond belief. It practically brought her to orgasm without any other action and had her clit standing to attention like it was on parade.
Anne groped under Shirley’s tee shirt and found the bra clasp she was looking for. Once she’d done the unclipping, she cupped Shirley’s liberated tits and marvelled at their texture. They were all real, too. God, they were better than any stress ball she’d encountered and when she tweaked the nipples Shirley let out a gasp.
The women pulled their tops over their heads and let their nipples meet. They rounded each other and sent tender tickles around their bodies like electric shocks. Their tits seemed to fix together as if they were magnetic.
As if working in tandem, both girls unbuttoned their lover’s shorts and slipped their fingers down.
Shirley wasn’t sure what to expect. It was the first time she’d touched a woman like this. What she found surprised her.
Instead of a pussy like her own, she had to work through a sexy crop of pubic hair. It felt rich soft as she moved through it. In the middle of the forest, she found the moist, warm skin she was looking for. It felt odd for a moment. The labia seemed to fold open and the clit at the top felt larger and harder than the one she was used to.
Pushing on, she found the entrance to Anne’s vagina. It was soaking wet with the slippery juice of sex. Her fingers eased in, first 2, then 3, then 4. Anne wasn’t as tight as she’d expected – maybe that meant that Ray had an enormous cock. The thought of Anne with a cock thrusting inside her caused Shirley to spasm. For the first time, she felt Anne’s fingers at her pussy, circling her clitoris and taking a break in an even rhythm to slide up and down between her cunt-lips. Shirley almost wet herself with happiness and had to tighten herself to stop the pee from escaping.
To take her mind off her bladder, Shirley thought about what she wanted to do. She wanted to make Anne come like she’d never come before. Make her burst like an over-inflated balloon. The best way she could think of was to twist her wrist and get her thumb into action – it always worked for her – sliding it into the groove and reaching deep while the web of her hand rubbed at Shirley’s clit.
The two women’s arms moved like jackhammers, and the sweat on their faces beaded like jewels.
As if it were destined to be, the two came at the same moment, their bodies jumping and bumping and their shrieks hot and rude.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Anne cried out.
“I bloody love you, Anne Summer,” Shirley ejaculated and, as if shocked by what she’d said, her bladder opened and covered her partner in piss.
Instead of jumping out of the way, Anne just shouted louder and tried to collect the liquid in her hand. She’d never had a golden shower, but now she decided that Shirley could piss over her any time she wanted. Might be better if they were in the bath, though.
Both the women burst into laughter, their happiness bigger than their chests.
It might have been that they’d been a little too noisy because they heard the door to the desk rattle and open.
Quick as they could, they fell apart, grabbed their clothes and dived into the corner under the cover of a couple of fake fur coats.
They stifled giggles as one of the attendants flicked through the wracks in front of them until they found a leather jacket and a pink bolero.
As soon as the attendant left with his garments, the girls burst into laughter once again. They fell into each other arms and then looked at each other tenderly. They stroked each other’s faces and leant in to kiss more gently than the coming together of a pair of butterfly’s wings. Both of them knew there was no turning back.
So what if they were disowned for loving each other, Shirley thought. There was always Hebden Bridge.
To make sure they weren’t discovered, they dressed as quickly as they could and crept out into the booming noise of the disco.
When they got back to the other action, they couldn’t believe what was happening.
In the middle of the circle, Penny Boyle was spinning her bra around her head as if she were conducting her troops. The world might as well have turned upside down.
Penny could feel the waves of pleasure as she twirled. The smiling faces of all her friends made her so very happy. Even Uma, with her back-end-of-a-bus looks and her 40 a day habit, looked strangely beautiful in the flashing lights.
Everyone in the place looked gorgeous, without exception. Except maybe the tall guy with the black fringe that fell mysteriously over his ice-blue eyes – he looked super-gorgeous. Hotter than a Greek solar panel. Every time the guy looked at her, she felt a love for him, a love she wanted so to share.
She span her bra faster and faster and then released it with a skill and timing that suggested she might have been practising in her bedroom for years.
The bra flew through the air and landed in the fit man’s face.
Now she had an excuse to go and talk to him. Could finally tell him exactly how she felt, as if they’d been connected for their whole lives. Hell, she felt connected to the universe. At last, she had found herself, her true depths coming to the surface like magma pouring from a volcano.
As she walked over to the man to retrieve her underwear, she felt the undulations of the waves of happiness, flushed as she was with her new-found Nirvana.
The handsome man had pulled her pink bra from around his neck and held it out to her. His blush pretty much matched the colour of the bra. “Sweet,” she said. “You’re so sweet.” She reached out and touched his arm, feeling the thick, dark hairs with her fingertips. She’d never touched anything quite so soft before. He didn’t seem human, but was more like a god or a spirit sent down to sweep her away. “I’m Penny.” She pointed at her tee shirt and felt the fabric. It was even softer than the guy’s arm. Maybe she’d turned to marshmallow and hadn’t noticed. “Maybe I’ve turned to marshmallow,” she said and reached out to take the man’s hand. She pulled his fingers towards her chest and laid them onto her left breast. “See.”
He could see all right, she could tell. And he was definitely a spirit because, before he managed to pull his hand away, she felt his fingers sink into her flesh without breaking the surface.
“Gavin,” the man said to her, shouting above the dub-step beat that served to feed the pulses of ecstasy that were flowing around Penny’s body. “Gav.”
He held out his hand to shake and she took it. Instead of shaking it back, she held it fast and turned it over. For some reason she couldn’t fathom, she’d developed an instant interest in palmistry.
“You’ve got a very long life-line,” she said and tracked it lightly with one of her new nails. “And a very big happy line.” She breathed in and sucked up the karmic waves that surrounded her. “And a bloody nice body. I want to kiss it all over.”
Gav turned a deeper shade of red. Still, his embarrassment wasn’t strong enough to prevent him from following Penny when she took his had again and pulled him along.
The girls on her henny whooped and cheered as she took off her young stud.
Penny picked up her handbag and marched off in the direction of the ladies’ room.
There were 2 things on her mind. The first was privacy, the second sex.
When they entered the ladies’, there was a queue of women chatting and sharing cigarettes.
Not one of them batted an eyelid when a bloke came in. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t seen far wilder things in their times.
A toilet flushed.
Penny heard music in the flowing of the water. Wondered if there was any sound as natural as that.
When the cubicle opened, Penny pushed ahead and dragged Gav with her. “Sorry girls,” she said to the queue and pointing to her tee shirt as if it was a free pass. “I’m gagging for a shag.”
Shag? She heard the word leave her mouth. Felt the shape of her cheeks and tongue and enjoyed the way the word sounded. Said it again to be sure she’d got it right. “Shag.” Pure poetry.
Taking a lippy from her bag, she pulled off the top and screwed out a pink tip.
In big, pale letters she scribbled ‘OUT OF ORDER’ on the door and closed it behind them.
Penny was like a she-wolf on heat, grappling with Gavin’s trousers in a bid to allow his cock to escape.
His cock. It was all she could think of.
He was so hard and so enormous that she struggled to get him to come out to play.
When his dick was finally free, it popped up into the air and pointed at her mouth. It felt like a sign. A sign from the gods that a blowjob was in order.
She put the lid down on the toilet and sat down, never once taking her eyes from the python before her.
Her hand reached up and gently pushed back his foreskin, revealing the dark-pink head of his penis. Her tongue flicked out instinctively and teased his prick, alternating between the smooth top and the rough bottom of her flesh. She took his shaft in both hands and pulled back and forth, back and forth, until Gav’s knees began to buckle.
My, he tasted good. The manly sourness of urine was mixed with the salty tones of his semen and a hint of sweetness came from the soap he must have washed with before leaving for a night on the town.
As Gav leaned forward, Penny moved with speed and swapped places with him.
Now it was Gav who sat on the toilet seat, his prick searching her out.
Penny dropped her shorts and her panties and opened her legs. She was so lubricated that she just managed to get him inside. His size was overwhelming, stretching her cunt in ways that didn’t seem possible. It almost hurt, the way her muscles were forced open, but it was a pleasure/pain kind of thing. She almost burst when he was fully inside, like her lungs were being prodded by an angry beast. It was divine.
She rode him like he was a bronco, pushing in and out and from side to side like the earth was no longer governed by natural laws.
Gav’s face was a picture. A portrait. A clean cut teenager having the time of his life and she, Penny McCloud, was showing it to him. He licked his lips and broke the beads of sweat that had formed on his skin. He groped at her tits and squeezed hard like it was the only way he could hold on. His eyes bulged as if her were about to have a heart attack.
Penny felt the beginnings of a climax. It appeared to be taking over the whole of her body.
She pushed her hands into the cubicle wall and prepared for lift-off.
“10, 9, 8...” she heard herself say, but she didn’t get to 7. Instead she looked up for inspiration and saw 9 faces peering over the cubicle wall with 9 sets of beaming smiles and a couple of tongues that were hanging out.
Seeing all her friends around her at this crucial moment was all she could take. Her happiness complete, the orgasm took hold of her body and her vagina grabbed on tight to Gav’s pulsing cock. She felt his gallons of hot spunk pouring over her insides and screamed out in pure joy.
It was the best hen night she’d ever had and she was never going to forget it.
Unfortunately for Penny, neither were any of her friends.
the end
and the beginning ;)
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The author would like to thank Earl Mantiss-Gray for his love and for this translation.