Just to remind you…
As Gayle took my cock in one hand and used her other hand to part Penny’s beautiful plump labia, I knew that we were about to set off on a whole new erotic adventure.
At least I hoped that we were about to set off on a whole new erotic adventure. That’s the thing about new adventures, isn’t it? Erotic or otherwise. They’re new. It’s off into the great unknown. Off to places you’ve never been before.
As I approached Penny’s slippery slot for that first time, all my Christmases were queuing up. But then I suddenly thought: What if my cock’s too small? It’s not that I have a particularly small cock. It’s about average. Give or take. But it’s not especially fat. And Penny was a big girl. Oh, well.
The fact that Penny was a big girl was partly what had attracted her to me. But, up until that moment, I hadn’t really thought too much about how we might ‘fit together’. Assuming that we got the chance. Gayle and I always seemed to fit together perfectly. But Gayle was a bit of a bean pole compared with Penny.
‘Ready?’ Gayle asked.
Oh, well… it was a bit late to back out. I was as ready as I was ever going to be. ‘I think so,’ I said.
Gayle placed the tip of my hard cock so that it was just resting at the edge of Penny’s glistening tunnel, and then she let go my cock and used her hands to part Penny’s beautiful plus-sized buttocks.
‘In you go,’ she said.
And in I went. And yes, yes, yes. I had been worrying about nothing. It was… brilliant. Penny’s cunt gripped my cock as though she was gripping it with her hand. It was perfect.
And yes was what Penny said too. ‘Oh, fuck, yes,’ to be precise.
‘OK?’ Gayle said.
And I smiled and nodded. And then Gayle and I kissed.
Then Gayle turned her attention back to Penny’s beautiful plus-sized buttocks, spreading them, and then, after licking a finger, she headed for Penny’s arsehole.
‘Oh, yes,’ Penny said, pushing back against Gayle’s finger.
Gayle smiled again, and nodded, as if she had known exactly what Penny wanted even before we had started. Maybe, I thought… maybe Gayle and Penny had already had more of a chat than they had let on to. Maybe they had had more than just a chat. Maybe…. And just the thought of the possibilities had my cock twitching.
Later, the girls put on a display of soixante-neuf that did nothing to dissuade me from the idea that they may, at some stage, have had a bit of a practice session.
* * *
Penny didn’t stay the night. ‘My mother is coming by to pick me up at six tomorrow morning.’
‘Six!’
‘She has a stall at the craft market,’ Penny said.
‘Yeah, but six? On a Sunday morning?’
‘You’d be surprised how many early birds there are out and about at that hour,’ Penny said. ‘Looking for a worm or two, I guess.’ And she laughed.
* * *
After Penny had left, Gayle and I tidied up a bit, and then I poured another couple of glasses of wine and we returned to the bedroom.
‘So… how was that?’ Gayle asked. ‘Was it what you hoped it would be?’
‘Yeah. It was fun,’ I told her. ‘Well… I thought that it was fun. How about you?’
‘You looked like you were having fun,’ Gayle said. ‘I’ve never watched you fucking before. Except in the mirror. But that has been when you were fucking me. I’ve never watched you fucking someone else.’
‘I’ve never watched you before,’ I said. ‘Not with someone else.’
‘Perhaps I’m a bit shy,’ Gayle said.
‘Oh? You mean there have been times when I could have watched you but didn’t get to?’
Gayle just laughed.
I tried to think who else Gayle might have fucked. I could think of a couple of our male friends who might have been longshots. But, no. Not really. And, in the end, I kept coming back to Penny. BBW Penny. Penny with the big boobs. Penny with the rounded tummy. Penny with the big bum.
‘Have you and Penny…?’
‘Have Penny and I what?’
‘You certainly seemed to know your way around each other,’ I said.
Gayle laughed. ‘Why wouldn’t we? We’re both girls,’ she said. ‘Some of Penny’s bits are bigger than mine. But other than that….’
‘Yeah. I wondered at one stage if one of Penny’s bits might be too big. Well… too big for me, anyway. I was a bit worried that I might need a bigger cock. I worried that it might be like poking a thin stick into a large bucket.’
Gayle laughed. ‘It doesn’t work like that,’ she said. ‘And, anyway, girls adapt.’
I nodded. ‘So I discovered.’
For a moment or two, we lay back on our pillows, quietly sipping our wine. And then I reminded Gayle that she still hadn’t answered my question.
‘What question was that?’
‘Whether you and Penny had… well… maybe had a bit of a practice.’
Gayle reached across and put her hand on my cock. ‘No. Not a full-on practice anyway,’ she said, after a bit of a pause. ‘But we might have exchanged a few kisses. And I might have slipped my hand up under her skirt. Just… doing a bit of research. You know.’
I laughed.
‘Just for your benefit,’ Gayle said. ‘Well… mainly. Oh… and your cock is growing again. Why do you think that is?’
‘I think it might have something to do with what you are doing,’ I said. ‘And, possibly, a little to do with talk of Penny. Is that a problem?’
‘No, no. It’s not a problem for me,’ Gayle said. ‘But it would be a pity to waste it. Perhaps I should sit on it. Maybe take it for a bit of a ride.’ And that’s exactly what she did.
* * *
That night I had another dream. Well… I have dreams most nights. But this was another dream in which Penny played a starring role.
I was sitting in the front row of a small tiered lecture theatre. On the stage at the front, there was some sort of divan. And, off to one side of the stage there was a chair: a rush-seated ladderback to be precise. A bit like the one that had stood in the corner of my bedroom when I was a child. And then the lights went down. Not all the way down, but down enough to make it clear that the stage was where all the action was.
And then the people around me started to applaud. Politely. And Penny stepped out onto the stage.
‘Good evening,’ Penny said. ‘And welcome to another session of The Big Girls’ World. Now… let me see… where were we up to? Oh, yes. Making an entry.’
Penny was wearing a soft, flowery, summer dress. It may even have been the same dress she had worn when she came to supper. And then, suddenly, she was no longer wearing the dress. It was draped over the back of the ladderback chair, and Penny was standing there in her bra and knickers.
‘I shall need an assistant,’ Penny said. And then she looked straight at me. ‘Mike. If you could come and join me,’ she said.
‘Me?’
Penny just smiled.
Somewhat reluctantly, I went and joined her on the stage.
‘Now,’ she said, ‘if you could just remove your trousers and stand at the end of the divan.’
Remove my trousers? What? In front of all those people? She had to be joking. I hesitated, but then, for some reason that I can’t really explain, that’s exactly what I did. ( Funny things dreams.) And, by the time that I had my trousers off, my cock was well above the horizon.
Meanwhile, Penny removed her bra. ‘Bra or no bra,’ she said to the audience. ‘It’s up to you really. It works either way. Today we’ll go for no bra. Give my big boobs a bit of an outing.’ And then she removed her knickers. ‘And here’s the trick,’ she said. And she produced a pillow from behind the divan and held it up for the audience to see. ‘I like to use a firm foam pillow myself. If you are going to use something soft and feathery, that’s OK, but you might find that you need two of them.’
Then Penny climbed up onto the divan, lay on her back, and placed the firm foam pillow under her bum. ‘And now,’ she said, ‘I just spread my knees, pull them back — like this — and Mike has a clear run at my wet and waiting fuckhole. It’s that simple.’
And then I woke up.
* * *
Call me shallow, but the first thing that I wanted to know when Gayle and I got home on Monday night was what Penny had had to say.
‘We didn’t really get a chance to talk,’ Gayle said.
‘Not at all?’
‘Not really. She sent me a note saying thank you for supper. And afters. But the only time I saw her today was in a meeting with five other people. Not really the ideal time or place to ask her if she enjoyed having your cock deep inside her.’
‘Or how she enjoyed you and she eating each other out,’ I suggested.
Gayle shook her head and smiled.
* * *
When Gayle arrived home on Tuesday night, she announced that she and Penny were going shopping on the weekend.
‘Shopping? Should I notify our bank manager?’ I asked.
Gayle laughed. ‘I think ours will be OK,’ she said. ‘But perhaps Penny’s might need a heads-up. Apparently, Penny has discovered a new store. She says that it’s time she pushed the boat out.’
I was none the wiser. Still….
‘Then I thought that perhaps you could do us your wonderful butterflied lamb on the barbeque,’ Gayle said.
‘Yeah. Why not?’ I said. ‘Why not?’ And then, because I was dying to know, I asked if Penny had said anything about Saturday night. The previous Saturday night.
‘She said it was fun,’ Gayle said.
‘Fun?’
‘That was what she said,’ Gayle said. And she smiled.
* * *
On my way home on Friday, I called in at the meat counter at Winterose and selected a nice-looking shoulder of lamb which I got the butcher to bone for me. Then I bought some fresh rosemary, a couple of heads of garlic, and a jar of anchovy fillets. Then it was home to make up a marinade.
* * *
On Saturday morning, I wandered up to Lord’s Cricket Ground to watch the opening session of the match between Middlesex and Surrey. By the time I got back to the house, Gayle and Penny had already left to ‘push Penny’s boat out’. They arrived back, funnily enough, just as I was about to open a chilled bottle of rosé.
‘Perfect timing,’ I said.
Each of the girls was carrying a couple of those over-sized bags beloved by the kind of shops that are not ashamed to express their prices in three digits.
‘Couldn’t resist it, eh?’ I said to Gayle.
‘Not me, my love,’ she said. ‘This is all Penny’s work.’
‘Oh?’
‘And if you are a good boy, Penny tells me there may be a bit of a fashion parade later. Now… wine. It’s thirsty work, shopping.’
I poured three glasses of the rosé and raised my glass in a toast. ‘To cricket and shopping, but mainly to mysterious fashion parades,’ I said.
Penny and Gayle both laughed and raised their glasses.
And then I excused myself and went to get the lamb started.
When I returned, Penny had gone ‘to powder her nose’. ‘BGW?’ I said, trying to make out the logo on the shopping bags. ‘Do I know BGW?’
Gayle smiled. ‘It’s new. I think it stands for Big Girls’ World,’ she said. ‘But I could be wrong. However, there were certainly a lot of big girls shopping there. You would have been in heaven, watching them coming and going to the fitting rooms in various states of undress.’
* * *
The barbequed lamb was delicious. The outside was almost crunchy and the inside was pink and juicy. And the whole thing reeked of sweet garlic and pungent rosemary. To complement it, I served barbequed slices of sweet potato, and barbequed asparagus spears dressed with lemon juice and olive oil. Yes… delicious.
‘Brilliant,’ Penny said, as we sipped glasses of Côtes du Rhône.
‘Brilliant enough to qualify for a fashion parade?’ I asked.
‘I think so,’ Penny said. ‘Would now be a good time?’ she asked Gayle.
‘Oh, yes. I think so.’
Penny gathered up the BGW bags and headed in the direction of the bedroom.
‘Are we…?’ I asked.
Penny smiled. ‘No, no. I shall return,’ she said.
And she did. She returned wearing a very sexy black satin-look and lace chemise that came about a third of the way down her big thighs.
‘Wow! Very sexy,’ I said.
‘You like?’ she said.
‘I do.’
And then she pulled up the hem to reveal matching black crotchless knickers.
‘And more wow,’ I said.
‘But wait,’ she said, in manner of a TV salesperson selling the deal of the day. ‘There’s more. Or should that be less?’ And she laughed. ‘I shall return.’
This time she returned wearing matching, deep pink bra and knickers. And she was right about there being less. The bra was hardly there. And yet it did somehow did its job. And the knickers, too, revealed more than they concealed.
‘Oh, yes,’ I said.
‘But don’t go away,’ Penny said. ‘There’s more.’
‘Doesn’t she look terrific?’ Gayle said.
And then Penny returned for a third time. ‘Gayle thought that this might just be your favourite,’ Penny said with a broad smile.
Gayle knew me so well. Penny’s third outfit was a black, open-bottomed corselette with flashes of hot pink and aqua. And not just open bottomed, but open-bottomed with an arch to show off Penny’s plump mound. (She wasn’t wearing any knickers with it.) Oh, yes.
‘For something so… structured, it’s remarkably comfortable and flexible,’ Penny said. And she strutted around, bent sideways, turned her back to me and bent forwards, all to demonstrate… well, to demonstrate something. And then she went and stood next to Gayle, who demonstrated how easy it was to access Penny’s plump labia.
‘Bedroom?’ Penny said.
‘I think it would be a pity not to,’ I said.