Message-ID: <13682eli$9808050211@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: gordond103@aol.com (GordonD103) Subject: RP: {GordieD} Douglas and Penelope (MF Rom) (corrected, I hope) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998080302003800.WAA19486@ladder03.news.aol.com> I posted this story a couple days ago, but for some #%&@#! reason, all the quotes and apostrophes had disappeared. Here goes again . . . Contains sexually explicit material Do not read if under eighteen E-mail comments welcome ************************************* Douglas and Penelope by Gordie D (GordonD103@aol.com) Penelope: The first time I saw Douglas? My first year at Oxford, I had been sitting on the grass by the lake, studying for a chemistry exam, occasionally glancing up and watching the boys from the crew rowing out on the water. Admittedly, the fellows on the crew were cute, not to mention well built, but they all seemed so stuck up and in love with themselves. Considering that, and the fact they always had a group of blond bubbleheaded girls clustering around them, I never gave them much thought . . . Till that one day. The rowers had finished their workout and were walking up the grass from the lake to the campus, passing near where I was sitting. They were laughing and joking and talking about god knows what, when, for some reason, one of them caught my eye. He was walking apart from the other boys, like he was daydreaming or lost in thought. He was as good looking as the rest, but seemed different, more thoughtful. His tank top revealed his muscles- Not the bulging muscles of the other boys, that made it look like they spent all day in the gym admiring themselves, but just graceful and well defined, like they had been gotten through honest hard work. As he walked by me our eyes locked, and lingered on each other for an instant, long enough for that electrical charge to go through both our bodies simultaneously. Through mine, at least. Could he really be interested in me? Microbiology majors weren’t exactly on the same social level as members of the crew. Douglas: The first time I saw Penelope? We were walking back from rowing practice, and I was thinking about something or other, when something caught my eye. It was a girl, sitting on the grass, looking at me. I’m not all that bad looking, and being on the crew means I do get a glance from girls now and then, but there was, I don’t know, something different about this girl. Her hair, a long wavy reddish blond, wasn’t in any particular style or other, but just looked very soft and sparkled in the sun very nicely. She hardly wore any makeup, her eyebrows and eyelashes a slightly darker red than the hair on her head, and she had a faint trace of freckles across her face. Most of the girls I came in contact with, the ones who chased after the athletes, were bleached blondes, carefully made up, and starved themselves skinny. Penelope wasn’t skinny, wasn’t fat, just had nice gentle curves. Even my brief glance at her gave me the impression that she had an innocence to her, but also self-confidence. Unlike the girls I usually met, who seemed pretty desperate and insecure in the way they would go after a guy. Oh, I did take advantage of them, but really, you got fed up with them pretty quickly. P: Sitting by the lake a few days later, I saw Douglas strolling along by the edge of the water. Noticing me, he walked over toward me. We locked eyes again, laughed bashfully, exchanged some small talk (I saw you here, yeah, I saw you . . .) Eventually, finally, he asked me if I’d like to go for coffee sometime. Pretending to think a minute, I accepted. Doug was a funny guy. For someone so good looking and athletic, he seemed rather shy and easygoing. And why was he interested in me? I’m not exactly Miss Popularity. I spent most of my teenage years hanging out with the science club geeks, and never really dated much. I was a bit of a tomboy and hung around with guys, but I guess it never occurred to them to ask me out. By seventeen I lost the baby fat in my face and filled out pretty nicely, but had never become terribly socially adept. In university I gravitated toward the same group of science geeks as before, and my social life didn’t improve much. D: Penelope was really something. Sweet, pretty, confident and kind of bookish, she also had another side to her. Kind of hard to explain- She grew up with four brothers, and there were certain parts of her personality that were closer to a guy than a girl. She loved, as I did, the seafaring tales of Joseph Conrad and Patrick O’Brien, and was very aggressive in field hockey, bashing it up like she was playing rugby. Sort of like she grew up thinking she was just another one of the boys, and was just now discovering boys liked her in a different way. P: The more Douglas and I were together, the closer we became. We had so much in common and learned so much from each other, and just seemed to fit together so well, I couldn’t imagine two people more perfect for one another. He could be a bit of a goof sometimes, teasing me, always asking me if I wanted a spanking, and maybe I could be a little too serious now and then, but our differences just made us get along that much better. Month after month, year after year, we began to realize, well, we might just have something. We were very affectionate- Laying in the grass by the lake, arms around each other, tickling one another, sometimes kissing, but luckily Doug never pushed me to go any further. I felt I should wait, but who knows what my answer would have been if he asked. D: Believe me, I had thought about going all the way with Penny, and I supposed I could have talked her into it, but, I don’t know, she was just so sweet and innocent, sort of naive in a way. Maybe I sound like an old woman, but since we were so serious, I guessed it would make it kind of nice to wait. As my graduation grew near, I think we were both reading each others minds. When I asked her if she’d like to get married, she said, like she’d been expecting it, yes, very much. P: One thing stuck in my mind, though. I never had much experience with boys, and I’m sure Douglas was more, well, worldly than I was. I had to know. When I asked him if he had ever, you know, been with a girl, he got kind of choked up, stammered hesitantly, looked at the ground bashfully. I just knew he hadn’t. He was too nice to push himself on a girl like that. I quickly assured him that I hadn’t either, that I thought it was terrible the way so many of the other students hopped from bed to bed. It just made me love him more. D: When Penny asked me if I had ever done it before, like a computer trying to make too many calculations at once, I froze. Should I admit to one? Two? Five, ten? My Aunt Joan? I’m fairly decent looking and have a quiet, easygoing manner that the girls seem to like, and I never had much of a problem talking young ladies into bed. Actually, in certain circles, the girls who chase after the athletes, I had a bit of a reputation as someone who could make a girl feel incredible. Thanks to my Aunt Joan. It was a laugh for a while, I suppose, but really, it left you bored, feeling kind of empty after a while. Aunt Joan? I guess I should tell you about her . . . At family get-togethers Joan would always pull me off to a corner of the room, sit a little closer to me than was really comfortable, her cigarette-smoky breath hitting me on the cheek as she asked me about my girlfriends, telling me what a lady killer I would be. Being a typically dopey teenager, it never occurred to me that this grown woman was interested- sexually - in me. I learned, though. When I was sixteen, there was a summer computer course down in London that my parents thought I should attend. Auntie Joan had a flat near where the courses were held, and kindly volunteered to let me stay there. The first day, after getting my things put away, I wandered around the neighborhood, getting a look at my new surroundings. Upon arriving back at the flat and heading toward my room, I noticed the door to Joan’s room was ajar. Glancing in, I got quite a shock. She was sitting at the mirror brushing her hair, nude, except for a pair of panties. The reflection in the mirror gave me a perfect view of her breasts. I watched, stunned, opened mouthed for a few moments. I then went quickly into my room, lay on the bed and started jerking off to the fantastic sight I had just seen. “Oh, Doug!” Aunt Joan gasped, (In mock surprise, I later realized). She had barged into the room with sheets for the bed in her hand before I had finished. I quickly, unsuccessfully, tried to bend my rigid erection back into my jeans. “What are you doing? Take your hands away from it right now,” She commanded. I slowly moved my hands away, my stiff, eager teenage erection throbbing, pointing at the ceiling. “Oh . . . That’s nothing to be ashamed of,” She said soothingly, “It’s perfectly normal for a young boy.” Auntie and I fucked every day of the six weeks I was there. Every time she taught me something new- How to breathe slowly and deeply to keep from coming too soon, how a woman takes a little longer than a man, and needs a little extra stimulation. She taught me how to rub her clit with my finger, and eventually with my tongue. I can’t really say I liked using my tongue at first, but hearing her moans of pleasure, hearing how much she enjoyed it, I gradually got more into it. She sucked my dick for what seemed like hours, and the more she did it, the longer I seemed to be able to last during intercourse. She would usually decide what we would be doing each evening, but every so often would let me decide. I would always choose the same thing. “Um, could we, maybe, do it with, you know, you on your hands and knees and me behind you?” She would leer at me and tickle my chin. “You’re a naughty boy, aren’t you?” I’m sure my face turned a bright crimson, but still, it was the most fantastic feeling. I would push myself in her and start pumping, each thrust bouncing her forward. As she bounced back she would meet up with my next thrust. Setting up a rhythm, bouncing off each other, it felt unbelievable, pushing my dick forward into her as she was rebounding back into me. Seeing the beautiful, creamy white cheeks of her butt jiggling madly was a bonus. Once, she got me to tie her to the bed. That was rather memorable- Being a sixteen year old kid, hard-on poking out, a nude grown woman tied helplessly in front of me. I could do anything I wanted, squish her tits between my dick, rub it all over her body, fuck her whenever I felt like it, filling her with my semen and then running my cum coated dick over her stomach. After we had finished, we would lie there in bed and Aunt Joan would give me advice about girls, in between long drags on a cigarette. “Tell them you can’t concentrate in school because you’re always thinking about them, and you’re afraid you’ll flunk out. Give her flowers in the morning so she’ll be carrying them around school all day. Her girlfriends will be insanely jealous. She’ll be yours. If you don’t get her knickers off in a week, you just aren’t trying.” Yes, Auntie Joan was a bit of a loon, but I’m none the less indebted to her. P: I’d heard of wives who never enjoyed sex, who saw it as a chore to get through, but I was determined not to let this happen to me. Doug’s and my marriage would be close and intimate in every way. I knew women could enjoy lovemaking just as much as men, but only if they were prepared, and only if their husbands were educated a bit. I’m sure Douglas would be too bashful to deal with these matters, so I realized it would be up to me. I marched in to a bookstore, unashamed, to buy a copy of ‘The Joy of Sex’. (All right, I did take a train into the next town to get it . . .) That night I leafed through it late into the night, wide eyed. I had heard fragments and bits and pieces of some of the things, but honestly! Some of the things took my breath away. At first they didn’t seem too appealing, but, then again, doing them with Douglas, behind carefully drawn shades and securely locked door . . . The book said intercourse for the first time could be painful for women, but it could be made much more comfortable if she were to stretch herself out a bit with her fingers. First one finger, working up to two, and when she could manage three, she should be able to accept a man’s erect penis. I practiced every day, late at night, under my bedcovers. It felt wonderful, especially while thinking of Doug. Occasionally I would rub myself between the legs, and it felt absolutely great, but I’m not sure if I ever had an orgasm. The book said, basically, when you have an orgasm, you know it, so I suppose I never have. I guess waiting till I’m with Douglas will make it extra special. I closed my eyes and imagined running my hands over his strong back, his narrow waist, the rock hard muscles of his butt. I couldn’t wait. D: I got a job with a financial firm in London, and put a down payment on a nice place in the suburbs, with the help of Penelope’s parents. Evidently her parents were pretty loaded. Aside from their place in London, they had a big place out in the country, as well as a flat in Paris. Penny and I didn’t have much money for a honeymoon, but her folks offered to let us stay at their country place, which sounded good to us. After the reception, we spent the better part of the day driving up, arriving around seven. We were met by the couple who maintained the house. They congratulated us, put our things away and prepared dinner for us. They were very friendly and excited to see us, but, really, we told them we could make out from here. It was certainly a fancy place- Big dining hall, fireplace in every room, and stables out in back. P: For dessert, Doug and I had strawberries and champagne, not saying much, just looking at each other, smiling, giggling. I was the one who knew the way around the house, so after we had finished eating, I took his hand and led him upstairs. I led him to my room, the one I had used since I was a young girl. It looked the same, but I certainly felt different. I took my nightgown from the dresser, gave Douglas a kiss, then went into the bathroom and closed the door. Filling the bath, I sprinkled in some bath salts. I figured after a couple of glasses of champagne and warm bath, I would be as relaxed as could be. Soaking in the tub, I thought back to conversations I had overheard. In the locker room after sports practice, I remember hearing the other girls talking about men's penis sizes, speaking as though the bigger it was the better, one saying they could be up to twelve inches long. Picturing it for a moment, I shook my head to get it out of my mind. It was too terrible to think about. The book said they averaged between four and seven inches, which sounded like quite enough to me, considering the difficulty I had squeezing a couple of fingers in. I’m sure Doug will have just a nice average one. Then again- thinking of the chapter on giving oral sex to a man, something on the larger end of the scale might be nice . . . I really shouldn’t be so wicked though. D: I heard Penelope drawing a bath, so I figured I would have a bit of time. There were some logs ready to go in the fireplace, so I spent a minute building a fire. Once it was started I turned down the lights in the room, which made a nice effect. I paced up and down, sipping a glass of champagne, drumming my fingers on the dresser, peeking outside through the drapes. What in hell am I so nervous about, I laughed to myself. She’s the one who ought to be nervous, not me. I wondered what I should be wearing when she came out. Fully clothed? In my pajamas? Nude? I laughed at myself again. I did want Penny to enjoy her first time, though. She was pretty naive, so I figured I would introduce her to new things little by little, over time. She was very affectionate and quite mad about me, though, so I don’t think I’ll have any trouble getting her into the full range of possibilities. I decided to be nude, but wait modestly under the covers of the bed when she came out. As I lay there, hands behind my head, I pictured what it would be like with her. What color would her nipples be? With her fair, freckled complexion, probably a light pink. I had a good picture in my mind of her body- Nicely rounded hips and breasts, not exaggerated top or bottom, just beautifully balanced and natural. A peek down the front of her shirt revealed a dusting of light freckles across her chest. The skirts she wore in tennis and field hockey showed off her legs, strong and athletic. She made the assumption I was a virgin, and I didn’t try to talk her out of it, so I figured I should play it a bit conservative our first few times, the maybe rub her clit a bit with my hand- Do you think it would feel even better with my tongue, Penny? Maybe suggest it would feel incredible if she did the same to my dick, like we were the first to ever think of it. I had so much to teach her. P: I had so much to teach him. Who knows what nonsense he had picked up from his friends. I wouldn’t want to spring too much on him too soon, though. I’m sure he’d like to feel in control of things, so I could just leave the book laying around one day, “Oh, my sister gave that to me, I didn’t really want it, but . . .” He could leaf through it in his own time and find out how things are properly done. Well . . . . . No reason to wait any longer. I’d bathed, dried off, put moisturizer on, a light touch of eyeliner and lipstick, brushed my hair, (And brushed it, and brushed it, ). Pulling my nightgown on, I gave myself one last checkover in the mirror, put my hand on the doorknob, took a deep breath, and opened the door. Doug was laying in bed with the covers pulled up to his waist. His upper body was so gorgeous, solid, gracefully muscled. Why was he interested in me? I’m so plain. I never thought I would have anyone like him. I walked toward the bed, slowly, and Douglas pulled the covers aside for me. As I pulled the covers up to get in I got quite a jolt as I saw his member, very erect. It looked absolutely huge at first glance, but once the shock wore off, I suppose it couldn’t have been much more than six inches. Should I have taken my nightgown off before getting in? I can’t even think straight. D: Pulling the covers up over her, I kissed her, stroking her hair, then ran my hand along her body. I slowly and gently began massaging her breasts through her nightie, working the intensity up gradually, so as not to frighten her. She tentatively began stroking my back, working a fraction of an inch closer to my butt each time. After a few minutes, I began pulling up her nightgown, Penny shifting and wiggling around awkwardly. “I should have taken it off before,” She whispered. Pulling her gown over her head, I got my first look at her breasts- Round, full, large soft pink areolae against the whiteness of her fair skin. While I kissed her I ran my hands over them, feeling their incredible softness. I reminded myself not to get too carried away with foreplay- My being a virgin and all. There would be plenty of time for that in the future. I slowly got on top of her, not putting too much weight on her, and rubbed the head of my dick up and down the entrance to her pussy, then poked just the knob into her. I planned to massage her opening with just the tip until she had warmed up and developed a bit of lubrication. Penny was breathing deeply and had her eyes squeezed shut, but I think she was a bit uptight and nervous, by the way she was tightly gripping my forearms. Every so often I tried to ease myself in her, but she just wasn’t wet enough to accept me comfortably. I had relieved a few girls of their virginity in the past, and it hadn’t been terribly pleasurable for them, due to my over eagerness. I wanted Penelope to enjoy this more than anything, but minutes passed, and she still couldn’t easily take me. Fuck it. This is ridiculous. I’m going to enjoy this and so is she. I’ll deal with consequences later. I whipped the covers off us. Rubbing Penelope’s pussy with my hand, I moved down into position. “What . . . What are you doing, Doug?”, She said in surprise. Running my hand over her neatly trimmed pubic hair, the same soft reddish blond as on her head, I softly kissed her little clit, tickled it with my tongue, then began circling my tongue around. Penelope’s head dropped back on the pillow, eyes closed, mouth open, gasping. By varying the way I was caressing her and listening to her sighs and groans, I was able to determine what she liked best. Running her hands over her breasts, gasping deeply, I felt her gradually start to moisten. In not much more than two or three minutes, Penny took in a sharp, quick breath, and as she let out a long, “Uhhhhhh . . .," A few drops of fluid came out of her and collected around her clit. P: So THIS is an orgasm . . . oh god . . . it’s a million times more than I thought it would be. Wave after wave after wave, passing through my entire body. I couldn’t have opened my eyes if I tried, but I felt Doug take his tongue away, rub me with his hand for a moment, then rub the head of his member over my opening. I could feel it getting coated in all the slippery moisture coming from inside me. Where was it all coming from? I didn’t know and I didn’t care. Still feeling the waves, Douglas began easing himself in and out of me, going a fraction deeper each time. As he worked inside me, he carefully took my maidenhead, then began thrusting more firmly. There was a slight jolt of pain as he broke through me, but that was quickly pushed aside by the incredible feeling- was this orgasm ever going to end? I wanted it to go on forever. After some time passed, I couldn’t tell you how long, I felt his big stiff penis, tightly snugged inside of me, start to throb, then Doug let out a loud grunt. He exploded inside of me, spurt after spurt after spurt, powerful jets of his warm, slippery semen flooding me, coating our private parts, making the sensations even more incredible. D: We lay there, arms tightly around each other, panting, eyes closed, for a long time. Eventually, I kissed her on the forehead then got up to quickly wash myself off at the sink. But I wasn’t finished. I had waited a long time for this day. Getting back in bed, Penelope was lying on her back, hand over her eyes, breathing like she had just run a marathon. I lay next to her, massaging her breasts, her big, pink areolae swollen, nipples standing erect, running my hand along her stomach, along the curve of her hips, her skin smooth and silky soft. She seemed to come out of her stupor, gazing into my eyes while a smile slowly broke out on her face, looking at me through half-closed eyelids. P: “Oh Doug,” I whispered. It was all I could manage to get out. I felt like I was drunk, drunk with passion and lust and desire. I wanted to go through every single thing I had read in the book, Right now. Tonight. Doug leaned over and began kissing me. I ran my hands firmly up and down his back, feeling his powerful back muscles tapering down to his waist, grabbing the tight muscles of his butt with both hands, squeezing them. I could feel his penis, pressed against my leg, growing, stiffening. I couldn’t help myself- I had to suck on it, see what it would be like to have him in my mouth. I sat up and firmly but gently pushed Douglas on his back. I straddled him, kissed him on the mouth, then moved down, feeling his chest muscles, kissing him right down the center, down along his stomach. Rubbing my hand over his growing erection, I circled my fingers around it and began stroking. Doug was looking down surprised, open-mouthed, but certainly making no move to stop me. I pointed his big member toward me, opened my mouth, closed my eyes, and lowered my head. D: I groaned as I felt her lips close around my dick, and her soft tongue, slippery with saliva, start working up and down. I don’t know where she heard about this, and I don’t care- Just don’t stop. She started out a bit tentative and awkward, but as she got comfortable with it she began bobbing up and down smoothly, really using quite a bit of suction and firmly stroking the shaft with her delicate, pale and freckled little hand. This was no light teasing blowjob to help me get it up- she was going to make me come if she wasn’t careful. I stroked her beautiful hair, looking at her face, remembering the pretty, sweet, innocent and fresh-faced girl I had seen on the grass by the lake. She still looked pretty and sweet, if not quite so innocent at the moment. She gradually used more and more suction, stroking eagerly. “I’m going to come in a minute, Penny . . .” I warned her, but she kept going. Did she know what she was getting herself into? After a minute I closed my eyes and groaned, “I’m gonna come . . .” She quickly took her mouth away, tightly squeezed and stroked my big, pounding erection with her right hand, and held the palm of her left hand over the top of it. She caught the first couple spurts in her left hand, and began jacking me off with her cum-coated hand, and then caught the remaining spurts in her right hand. She eventually stroked my dick with both hands, squeezing tightly, smearing the slimy goo up and down the entire length. I must have laid there groaning for a full minute. I’ve never had an orgasm last that long. Penelope kissed me, then went off to the bathroom to wash off her hands. In a minute she returned carrying a wet washcloth, and carefully washed off my slowly softening dick. She then put her arms around me, laid her head on my chest, and closed her eyes. We lay there, breathing heavily, recovering. P: I don’t know where in heavens name Doug learned all this, but, wherever it was, he was certainly taught well. He lazily stroked my back for a while, then started stroking more quickly and firmly, circling his hand on my bottom. Would he like to do it again? I felt like I could go on all night. If he was game . . . Putting his hands under my arms, he pulled me up so my face was right against his. He put his hand against my head, pushed our lips together, open mouthed, sucking greedily, our tongues intertwined, his saliva mixing with mine. Still locked together, Doug rolled on top of me, crushing me with the weight of his muscular body. He began kissing my neck, my chest, ran his tongue around one of my nipples, then sucked it into his mouth. Suckling one, then the other, he let his hand slip down between my legs. After gently but firmly massaging me for a minute, I knew another orgasm was on the way. I hope this night never ends. Douglas worked his way down to begin tickling me with his tongue. My mind flashed back to a position I had seen in the book. It seemed dreadfully wicked at the time, but now, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Still on my back, I rotated around so I was underneath Doug, who was on his hands and knees, me with his tremendous member right in my face, and my private area being caressed by his tongue. He was becoming gradually more erect, but I wanted him as big and stiff and rigid and eager as when we began. With as much suction as I could manage, I worked my mouth up and down, squishing the saliva around, moaning from what Doug's tongue was doing to me. As my orgasm hit, I squeezed my eyes shut, my loud groans being muffled by Doug's penis, stiff and erect inside my mouth. D: It felt great, Penelope groaning and moaning deeply with my dick inside her mouth. I kept licking her, making her come as long as possible. When her orgasm seemed to die down, I got off from on top of her, turned her around so her head was on the pillow, then turned her over on her stomach and pulled her butt up in the air. Her eyes were still closed and she was completely compliant. I thought I would have to wait a while in our marriage for this, but . . . I knelt behind her and admired her firm round buttocks, which had, just as I had hoped, a covering of light pink freckles. With a silent word of thanks to Auntie Joan, I lined up my dick, every bit as hard as it was as when we had begun, and slowly sank it in. Holding her hips to steady her, I began pumping, jiggling her cute little butt. Innocent little Penelope, I laughed to myself. She was in another world, sighing, gasping, moaning, not believing the sensations she had felt tonight. It took me a while to come this time, which was fine with me, and I think fine with her too. As I got close I increased the rhythm, slapping against her, jolting her with each thrust. Her snug, newly deflowered vagina gripping my big, throbbing erection tightly, groaning, I filled Penny with my thick, slippery cum, one spurt at a time. P: We collapsed onto each other, absolutely spent, exhausted, satisfied. I could barely think, but as I drifted off to sleep, I thought about how long I had waited for this, and how it had been a hundred times better than I thought it would be. It’ll be like this every single night from now on! D: Oh man . . . That was really unbelievable. I hope she’s not expecting it to be like this every night, though . . . The End -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----