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   London Days 9 - Penelope
   By Romany
   (M/t)
   Following my sexual escapades with Dutch Sonja and her cousin Irene from
South Africa the previous weekend, I had had an erotic encounter with my
Boss' wife Libby.  My ego was soaring at this rapid succession of
gratifying encounters as I was counting down the weeks until I would
eventually return home to the US; and I had to pinch myself to make sure I
wasn't dreaming.  Irene was a 20 year old virgin; going back to South
Africa to be married to her long time high school boyfriend.  Her cousin
Sonja was her watchdog who was to ensure the beautiful but ditzy young
woman did not get into any strife while on a six month sabbatical in
Europe. Sonja made sure she had part of the action before Irene did and I
can say she wasn't doing her chaperone role much justice.  The encounter
with the mature Libby was totally mind-blowing and she had schooled me on
the philosophy of `the zipless fuck' which was attributable to an author
called Erica Jong and her novel, `Fear of Flying'*.  In short, I would not
taste the sexual delights of Libby ever again having been firmly assured
that the liaison was a one time only event and should remain anonymous to
anyone other than ourselves.  So it was in this buoyant frame of mind that
I learned that there was to be a party at Dave our dispatcher's house this
coming Saturday.  All of us drivers were invited and after carefully
inquiring if Clive was going, Dave snorted in derision that Clive was the
last person he wanted, or expected would go anyway.  I heaved a sigh of
relief knowing I would not encounter Clive and wife Libby at Dave's party.
   I had decided not to drive my VW van as the party was very near the
Maida Vale Tube station so I took the Tube.  I arrived about nine o'clock
and the place was already bursting at the seams with people noisily
enjoying themselves.  I deposited my beers into a cooler bin in the kitchen
and slowly drifted around the party to see who I knew.  As it turned out I
didn't know many people as it seems Dave was not as popular with the
drivers as he might have thought; and faces I expected to see there had not
come.  After a couple of hours of sporadic conversation with some of those
I knew who did arrive, I was feeling quite dejected as the numerous
strangers, who were friends or aquaintences of Dave and his wife Linda,
seemed less than interested in talking to me.  I was deciding whether or
not to leave when I noticed Ian, a Scots driver, arrive just after eleven
o'clock.  He spoke briefly with Dave and after he too realized there were
not many drivers present, he came over to me and started to chat.  I never
really knew Ian well and always found him diffident or aloof towards me. 
Given he was in the same boat as me, he reluctantly had to chat.  Things
improved when about half an hour later, Trevor, another of the drivers,
arrived with his partner Annette; or Annie as she liked to be called. 
Annette occasionally answered the phones in the office upstairs from the
flat I rented from our boss Clive.  He had advertised his removal services
in student newspapers and music papers, as a budget removal service; all
the while using the drivers and vehicles from the premiere service, to
capture the low-end trade of people moving a few possessions and were
prepared to act as a laborer for their own goods.  These were mainly
renters of flats and usually were of van size not truck size loads.  I had
been drinking after work with Trevor on a few occasions and had also spent
time talking with Annette when she was upstairs on the phones.  We soon
formed a small clique and I felt better about staying.
   I chatted mainly with Annette while Trevor and Ian stood standing with
their backs half turned to Annette and me as if they did not want us in
their conversation.  I liked Annette so chatting to her was fine.  She was
in her mid-thirties and there were lines on her face which showed a life of
excess "and stupid things" as she put it.  She confessed to being an `aging
hippie' and dressed in long skirts and an array of tops that she once told
me came from Oxfam shops.  Her hair was long and coarse and already had the
odd gray strand running through her naturally black mane.  At some point
she excused herself to go to the bathroom.  I drifted off to the kitchen
and retrieved another beer and came back to where Trevor and Ian were still
huddled, talking.  They did not realize I was standing near them and
Annette had not returned so I was standing minding my own business when I
caught snippets of conversation.  My eyebrows began to rise somewhat when
it became obvious to me what they were discussing.  I heard Ian comment
that he'd never experienced anything like `being with a man'.  I strained
my ears to hear Trevor's reply and he agreed, gushing in his
acknowledgement.  Over the next couple of minutes before Annette returned,
both men gave each other quick summaries of what was clearly sexual
encounters with men when they were both boys or teenagers; I never actually
worked out what age they were referring to when they had had gay sex.  Ian
had been with the same guy over a period of years and Trevor confessed to a
series of men who had `taught me the ropes' as he put it.  I wondered if
this was the theme of their conversation for the twenty minutes they had
been talking together, or that they had gravitated from one sordid
secretive topic to this one.
   Annette returned from the `loo' to insert herself in the space of Trevor
and Ian and their conversation stopped.  I skirted around to make myself
included as a foursome.  Both men looked at me as if I had just arrived.  I
clearly wasn't making an impact with them socially.  On the face of it,
while it may have been this was apparently a busy party, we all soon
admitted quietly it was really rather awful; full of Dave's `pretentious
wanker friends' as Trevor put it.  I also noted Trevor was now quite drunk.
He and Annette had been to a bar before coming here and Annette recognized
a sign in his demeanor that she decided it was time to go.  I sensed Trevor
had a reputation as being a bit belligerent and Annette was getting him out
of it before he made a scene `with these fucking ponces' as he slurred,
looking around the room.  One or two people had heard his comments and were
now beginning to look at him with a degree of hostility.  Annette made the
right assessment and soon she was ushering her partner to the door.  Trevor
turned back and beckoned to both Ian and I to come with them and without
any further ado Ian followed immediately.  I looked around at the assembled
partygoers and decided this left me exactly where I was earlier when I was
already deciding to leave.  So I followed the other three and left with
them.  Down on the street, Annette hailed a cab that had just left off some
people obviously arriving at Dave's party.  Soon we were in the standard
black London cab; Annette and a drunken Trevor sitting on the rear bench
seat and Ian and I occupying the small seats with our backs to the driver.
Trevor asked Ian to go back to their flat with them but he declined saying
he had to get home.  Trevor sulked at this answer and then looked at me.
   "Where are you headed Yank?" he slurred.
   "Just get me to the nearest Tube station," I answered.  "The Bakerloo
Line if possible."
   "It's gone midnight." Annette reminded me.  "Tube stops at midnight."
   That was a curse about London back then.  The underground never ran 24
hours of the day; stopping at midnight.  It made party hopping by public
transport almost impossible.
   "Best come with us," Annette said.  "You can kip on the couch."
   "He can sleep with us," Trevor leered at Annette and grinned
suggestively at me.
   I had had a couple of gay experiences since being in London but Trevor
definitely was not my type nor was he remotely interesting in his drunken
state; even with the prospect of Annette thrown in.  I heard Ian laugh at
his comment and he nodded his approval of Trevor's suggestion.  Annette
looked stricken and turned and warned Trevor to behave himself and firmly
said `Steve will sleep on the couch' and he pulled a face of disappointment
at her admonishment.  Ian had given the driver instructions of an
intersection he could be dropped at on the way to Annette and Trevor's and
soon the cabbie pulled up and called to Ian we had arrived.  Ian stepped
past me and got out of the cab and just before he could close the door,
Trevor moved surprisingly quickly considering his intoxicated state, and
before Annette could stop him he embraced Ian; the two men kissing as they
stood on the pavement.  Annette glanced at me but instead of retrieving
Trevor from his man-kiss she sat and grasped her arms around her body and
slumped with her head down in obvious embarrassment.  I was somewhat
stunned at Trevor and Ian's kissing.  The cabbie muttered "oh my good gawd"
from the front and glanced at me as if I was also a queer like the two men
kissing on the sidewalk.  Annette finally rallied and grabbed Trevor's arm
and angrily pulled him into the cab.  I helped by shutting the door as soon
as Trevor's feet were inside the door and he was adjusting himself on the
seat with Annette holding him in case he tried to get out again.  I turned
quickly to the cabbie and he rolled his eyes and drove off with Ian
standing grinning; watching us disappear up the street.  We rode in silence
and Trevor sat with his head lolling and occasionally looking at me with a
subtle leer.  I knew full well what he was thinking and started to regret
accepting the offer of their couch.  Eventually we arrived at their flat
and as we moved to get out, Annette leaned towards me and asked if I had
the fare.  I was taken aback by this as I didn't have much cash and had
assumed we would all pay a share.  The cabbie was turned looking at us
suspiciously and realizing we might be unable to pay called "giv' us a
fiver and be gorn" with a look of disgust on his face.  I could manage a
fiver; just.  He probably felt he was ahead having picked us up as a fare
at the party drop off anyway.
   Inside Annette and Trevor's flat I was appalled at how basic and squalid
it seemed; bare wooden dining table and chairs that had seen better days,
and a threadbare couch that was to be my bed.  A large television sitting
on a plastic beer crate with a Newcastle Brown beer bottle with a wire coat
hanger jammed in it as an antenna.  I'd seen better squats where people
lived illegally for no rent.  But what was most startling was the three
people that were already there.  There were two men and a woman.  One of
the men was obviously with the woman.  They were both in their late
thirties or early forties and like Annette and Trevor, their lined faces
implied rugged pasts.  In contrast the second man was young; perhaps my age
and his dress was a cut above the rest of the group.  In short he wasn't
much different to me.  Annette and Trevor where excited to see all three
and they greeted with familiarity of hugs and kisses all round.  After the
hubbub of the greeting Annette asked the woman how they got in and she
beamed that `your kid' had let them in.  I stood somewhat superfluous to
the situation and noted Annette appeared to be reminded of something when
the woman answered her question, and headed to a door off the living area
and stood in the doorway clearly talking to someone inside the room. 
Presumably `your kid' as the women had explained.  She closed the door and
then came back and it was then she spotted me standing a little mawkishly
watching Trevor and the younger man talking in hushed tones; the younger
guy sitting on the couch as Trevor leaned over him.  It was obvious Trevor
and this guy had some sort of chemistry and after the sight of Trevor and
Ian kissing earlier, I was under no illusion the young guy and Trevor had
had some kind of previous sexual relationship.  Annette stood and I knew
she read my mind.
   "Well, everybody," she said loudly and clapped her hands for attention.
"This is our friend Steve, from America, who works with Trev." she said by
way of introduction.
   I gazed at the faces now turned to look at me and noted a degree of
hostility in the young guy's face.  Christ I hope he didn't see me as a
rival to Trevor's favors.
   "This is Prudence, or Prue," Annette began by indicating the blond
woman. "And her bloke Anthony," she said indicating the older man.  "He
likes to be called An-tonee but we call him Tony," she laughed and Anthony
scowled good naturedly and nodded at me and said hi.  "And last but not,
least...Hugh," Annette concluded waving her hand towards the young guy that
Trevor was now sitting beside on the couch.  "They're down from
Gala...Galashiels on the Scottish borders; a total but welcome surprise,"
she concluded.
   I nodded my respects in each ones direction and Annette seeing that the
moment of introduction had passed clapped her hands and said: "a joint...or
better still several fat joints" she laughed and went into another room off
the living room and returned with a plastic bag and carrying a long slender
ewer type jug.  I soon learned this was a Hookah; a pipe for smoking
hashish.  The introductions done with, the group started to chatter as Prue
brought Annette up to speed with events since their last meeting and
Trevor, Anthony and Hugh talked together; but occasionally Anthony would
glance at me and smile knowingly.  I soon deduced this was some sort of gay
glad-eye and Anthony was making it known he thought I was `that kind of
boy'.  He must have suggested this was the case to Trevor but after Trevor
obviously shot this theory down, Anthony looked decidedly disappointed and
Hugh smiled at me as if he had just bested me in some contest.  Soon we
were all toking on a couple of joints of grass that were being passed
around, interspersed with long gurgling sucks at the Hookah Annette had
charged with some hash resin.  I was no anti-drug freak and did enjoy the
odd toke or two of grass or hash but this was a level of escalation for me
that I had never seen before.  I was also on high alert as I was now
certain the three men in this room were known to each other in a sexual
way. I did not relish the prospect of getting so out of it that Anthony was
going to slip me his length which is what he was clearly contemplating
before Trevor wised him up about me.  It didn't mean that the revelation
that I was not partial to a cock in the mouth or ass did not protect me
from Anthony actually giving me one if I lost my control and got out of it
on the generous array of dope circulating the group.  I sensed Hugh was a
bottom, as they call it.  A receiver; the girl, or the tart in the gay sex
act.  I felt that Hugh was not after my ass but saw me as his competition.
Now he knew I was not his competition he seldom looked my way.  On the
other side of the sexes, Prue spent a lot of time leaning into me; her big
floppy boobs squashed against my arm and occasionally she would lean
forward offering me a suck on the Hookah with a hand crushing my inner
thigh making a blatant pass.  It seems Prue had an eye for me as well.
   It was following one such grope that Annette decided it was enough and
stood and scurried over to me and took me by the arm and led me into the
tiny kitchen.  She looked past me at the group in the living room, and then
with arms folded and a serious look on her face, she wised me up to what I
was already piecing together.
   "They're our soul mates...Tony and Prue," she began.  "We shared a
commune together with them," she continued.  "And, well, we were often a
foursome, if you know what I mean," she said; her eyes reading mine for
understanding.
   "You swapped?" I said simply.
   "Well...kind of.  But not like me and Tony in there and Prue and Trev In
there," she said indicating mythical rooms with her hand.  "We were
more...like four in a bed," she said looking a little embarrassed.
   I nodded my understanding.
   "That's cool," I said sincerely.  "I have no issue with that."
   "Well it's not kind of a strictly hetero thing either, though..." she
said and she kind of bent her head a little and peered up at me as if to
emphasize what she was alluding to.  "We're all bisexual," she said simply.
"You understand what I mean?"
   "Aaaahhh," I said getting her meaning.  "And Trevor and Ian earlier; is
it fair to say Trev's a little biased to men without you as well?"
   "That's right.  Trev's had...well... he's been with men a lot over the
years...not that I complain mind you `cos I've often found the right gal or
two so we accept it," she said a little sheepishly.  "But you're OK with it
aren't you?  You can stay the night, no question about that and tomorrow
we'll show you the Tube and you can get home," she said.  "I just thought I
should explain...the men are wanting to get it on."
   I nodded my confirmation to earlier agreement I stay the night; even in
the face of this new turn of events.  "And Hugh?" I asked quizzically,
realizing his presence had not been explained.  "He's a lot younger.  Where
does he fit in?"
   "Ah...yeah...Hugh," Annette began.  "He's Anthony's regular boy, if you
get my drift.  He's strictly man on man.  He lives with Tony and Prue.  So
Hugh and Tony get it on when Prue has found some other gal or is too tired
or has her period," she explained.
   "Or Tony just likes a bit of male ass," I suggested with a grin trying
to show her I was up to speed with the m�nage that she was describing.
   "That's right Steve.  You got the picture," she said patting me on the
chest.  "Thanks for understanding," she added and leaned up and pecked me
on the cheek.
   "What now?" I asked.
   "Well I brought you aside to tell you `cos the men, and Prue, well me as
well...we all want to go to bed," she said.  "But I wanted you to be OK
with it," she added.
   "No worries from me," I replied.  I'll just doss on the couch and be off
in the morning," I said.
   The dope was kicking in and the revelation of the m�nage was interesting
yet I had no desire to participate.  Yet the possibility of being a voyeur
was a fleeting thought.  I doubted my ass would remain intact if I
attempted to join as a voyeur.  The lecherous Anthony would see to that, I
was sure.  Almost as if to punctuate her explanation, I glanced over
Annette's shoulder and my eyes widened as I could just make out Trevor
kneeling and starting to open Hugh's pants as he sat on the couch.  Annette
saw my look and turned to follow my gaze and muttering `oh gawd' she sped
back to the living room.  I waited and could hear her speaking rapidly in
hushed tones and when she stopped speaking I took that as a cue to walk
back into the room.  Trevor was guiding Hugh to a door and Prue was
following while Anthony stood talking in hushed tones with Annette.  I was
certain he was asking why I shouldn't join them and she was vigorously
shaking her head.  They stopped talking when I entered the room and Anthony
looked at me and raised his eyebrows in question.
   "Annette's wise me up," I said quickly; "and no thanks...no offense, of
course," I added.
   "You sure," Anthony leered.
   "Positive," I answered firmly despite feeling lightheaded from the dope
and the excitement I felt about the m�nage that I knew was about to take
place in the room where the other three had gone.
   "You go in Tony.  I'll get Steve a pillow and a blanket," Annette said
and he reluctantly turned and wandered off after the rest.
   Annette glanced at me as if to say `sorry for that' and disappeared into
the room she had visited earlier.  She returned and had a blanket and a
pillow and placed them on the couch.
   "You'll be OK here?" she asked.
   "Of course I will," I replied and she nodded her acceptance and turned
to leave with a sad smile on her face.
   I reached for her and embraced her warmly and after stiffening at first
she melted and returned the hug.  I am sure if she could have ever
prevented it, she did not want me to know about her sexual activities with
her friends and their ass boy Hugh.  I released her and she stood and held
her hand lightly against my cheek.
   "Thank you for not judging," she said softly and turned and walked
quickly to the bedroom door.
   She turned back and smiled once more then slipped into the room.  I
stood feeling alone.  Wondering if my stupid pride and morals were not
denying me a sexual experience I might revel in.  I looked around the room
and went and turned off a small table lamp, leaving only the dim overhead
ceiling light burning.  I arranged the blanket and pillow on the couch and
went and turned the remaining light off, negotiating myself back to the
couch in the dark, and pulling the blanket over me, I lay back to sleep. 
It was nearly two o'clock in the morning.  The smell of the dope began to
filter into my senses and I realized how strong the room smelt of the
marijuana and hashish.  It was with this aroma in my senses that I drifted
off to sleep.
   ***
   PENELOPE I was woken by the light turning on and as I struggled to open
my eyes and take in my surroundings, a face came into view.  I blinked to
focus and then decided I was dreaming.  The face was a beautiful young
girl; a teenager with straight blond hair that hung forward as she leaned
over me; peering at my face.
   "So you're the Yank," she said in a whisper.  "Annie said there was a
Yank here," she added studying my face.
   "Who...who are you?" I asked surprised and confused; still trying to
work out where I was.
   "I'm Penelope...Penny...Trevor's daughter," she answered and stood up.
   I swallowed hard.  She was beautiful.  Tall and lithe and pert breasts
jutting out behind the cotton nightdress she wore.  The nightdress came
mid-thigh and I could tell this girl was built just by the shape of her
legs below the ruffled hem of the garment.  I gulped and involuntarily
licked my lips.
   "Cheek," she whispered in mock disgust at me licking my lips.  "You're
undressing me," she added with a giggle.  "Move back a little so I can sit
down...hang on I'll turn this light off and turn the kitchen one on so we
can still see each other," she said and quickly left for the light switch.
   The room went dark and then weak light filtered through from the tiny
kitchen into the larger living room.  Perfect mood lighting.  I sat up
against the hard threadbare arm of the old couch and waited as she tiptoed
back, pulling her hair behind her ears as she approached.
   "What time is it?" she whispered as she sat on the couch facing me.
   I peered at my watch.
   "Three fifteen," I answered.
   "A quarter past three," she corrected me.  "We say a quarter past..."
she explained.
   "Where did you come from?" I queried, trying to assimilate that the
prematurely aging degenerate Trevor had fathered this beauty.
   "My room...well the room they keep for me for when I stay with them,"
she answered.  "I live in Luton, with me mum.  I'm here for my regular
stays with dad and Annie," she explained.
   "When did you get here?" I asked then realized it really wasn't
important.
   "Friday night, as I usually do once a month," she answered and looked
around the room.  "God they really put one on tonight," she exclaimed
looking at the dead joint roaches in the ashtray and the Hookah on the
table.
   "We certainly did," I agreed.  "And a skin full of booze before we got
here as well."
   "Oh, so you were at the party with dad and Annie," she guessed
correctly.
   I could see here left breast clearly against the thin nightdress; her
nipple appeared hard as it was chilly in the room.  She wasn't at all fazed
being so scantily dressed and seemed genuinely interested in my being
there.
   "Yeah, the Tube had stopped running so they invited me to stay until
tomorrow...well today now," I explained.
   "Yeah; Annie said," she nodded.  "So how come your not in there then?"
she said and nodded towards the closed bedroom door.
   I turned and looked in the direction and screwed my face up and then
looked back at her.
   "Not my scene," I chuckled.  "I'm a monogamist and definitely
heterosexual," I said with a wry grin.
   She giggled and grinned at me.
   "Me too," she said putting a hand over her mouth as if she was affirming
it too loudly; but she was speaking in a hushed tone.
   I looked at her a little skeptically.
   "You're heterosexual...I wouldn't have thought you should be sexual
anything just yet," I said and couldn't help my eyes roving her body.
   "Pig!" she hissed with a giggle.  "I'm not a kid you know," she said in
mock indignation.  "I know I like boys and not gals," she giggled.
   "Oh really Miss Penelope...and how old are you and how do you really
know you're heterosexual?" I asked in mock reproach.
   "That'd be telling," she giggled.  "It's for me to know and you to find
out."
   I'd already thought she was about sixteen.  Fifteen if I was unlucky but
most likely older.  I had had an affair with a high school girl called
Annie earlier in the year.  Annie would never tell me exactly how old she
was and to this day I didn't know if I'd had sex with an under age girl or
not.  Sixteen is the age of sexual consent in the UK.
   "Hang on she said and swiftly vanished.  The kitchen light went out and
next thing I knew she was back at my side and I felt her groping for the
edge of the blanket.
   "Hurry up," she instructed.  "Let me in before one of them comes out for
a pee or something," she said urgently, and clambered in beside me.
   "Christ what if someone finds you here," I said with genuine concern. 
"Trevor or Annette.  They'd be pissed to know you were in here with me," I
said.
   "I'll hide under the blanket," she said and giggled as she pushed her
hip against me to get more room.
   "That wouldn't stop the lecherous Anthony," I said ruefully.  "I'm
worried he's only too keen to find out what's under the blanket...and I
don't mean you."
   "Well you might be worried he could be after your arse but believe me
he's not averse to wanting to shag me," she said somewhat crudely.
   "What...he's tried it on?" I asked somewhat surprised he would go after
his friend's daughter.
   "More than once," she said.  "He's had two severe reprimands in his
balls.  He's not tried since I was fourteen," she whispered with a giggle.
   "Good for you young Penny," I chuckled.  "And what about the delicious
Prue," I said a little derisively about the brassy blonde's appearance. 
"She's apparently a switch hitter too."
   "What's a switch hitter?" she asked with a puzzled voice.
   "Someone who goes both ways...or bats both sides of the plate...as in
baseball," I explained.
   "Oh...AC/DC...bisexual," she said relating to the American slang for
bisexuals.  "Nah she's cool.  She wouldn't dare try it on with me.  I
actually like her," she said.
   "So what the hell are you doing sneaking around the house at this hour?"
I asked.
   "Are you kidding?" she whispered incredulously.  Do you know how
difficult it is to sleep with all the oohing and aahing and grunting from
next door," she said.
   "You can hear them?" I said surprised.
   "I might as well be in there with them...well not really, but you know
what I mean.  It's that loud," she said.
   "And you approve of your father...and Annette and all?" I asked somewhat
incredulous of her acceptance of her father's sexual peccadilloes.
   "I've gotten used to it...since I was nine or ten...when I come to stay.
Mum and dad broke up years ago...well they were never married, but as a
couple," she explained.  "He teamed up with Annie...they've been together
since I was about ten.  But then gradually sometimes there was another
woman or a man; and then Tony and Prue became regulars, and...well they
weren't always discrete."
   She paused as if to take a breath.
   "I mean I never saw much...apart from him and Annie, at first...but as I
got older and dad thought I should understand his ways, they never made a
strong point of discretion.  I've seen numerous combinations of arms and
legs and hairy arses, men's dicks and women's boobs," she said and giggled
as if recalling the humorous sights.
   "What does your mother think about?" I asked inquisitively.
   "Oh shit she doesn't know.  I mean, when I was younger, I couldn't just
blurt it out because I knew instinctively it was wrong and she'd be angry.
And when I was older it didn't bother me and I knew she'd stop me seeing
dad like a shot if she knew, and I didn't want that.  I kind of like the
idea of it in a weird way.  I don't want to be a part of it but it's kind
of amusing," she said candidly.
   I was aware of her right breast touching my arm as I squashed against
the couch back and half turned to make room for us both.  The heat from her
body was fantastic and her hair smelt gorgeous so close to my cheek and
nose.  I couldn't help myself.  I turned my face and she instinctively
turned her head in my direction as I decided I had to kiss her.
   "What are you doing?" she whispered.
   "Quiet," I said and leaned into her and she instinctively knew what I
was about to do, and moved in towards me, and we kissed.
   The kiss worked and soon she rolled towards me and I wrapped an arm over
her and we embraced properly; on our side facing each other.  After a few
minutes the kissing became more intimate and searching with our tongues and
I tentatively reached for her breast.  At first she moaned a polite
objection but as I felt her firm young boob and tweaked her nipple, she
covered my hand with hers and ensured I treated her breast with the respect
she was wanting.  I was certainly not the first to do this with her.  She
was more than competent with the kiss and her groin pressed back as I moved
my upper leg against it.  She was giving herself to the moment.  I was as
hard as a rock in my pants and I wanted to take her urgently; there and
then.  I moved the hand from her breast to her groin against my leg.  The
nightgown had ridden up and I felt her crotch and noted she was wearing
panties.  She moaned and twisted her upper leg away and clearly opened
herself to my groping hand.  I went down the top of her panties and felt
the coarse pubic hair and pushed past to her sex.  She was now lying more
on her back and her outer leg was clearly hanging out off the couch as I
was able to finger her sex.  She was moist and her kissing was now loose
and sloppy and she was moaning constantly as I slowly stroked along her
labia slit and homed in on her.  I worked her this way for a few minutes
and she was clearly becoming aroused.  This was not the response of an
innocent and I believed she had been through this numerous times in her
young life.  As she became more animated she broke the kiss and whispered
fervently "I want you...let me feel you...I want you..." and she groped at
my crotch where my cock was straining inside my jeans.  It was too cramped
for her to get my belt undone and she couldn't get at the zipper of my
jeans so I stopped fingering her and feverishly undid my belt and waist
button and unzipped the jeans.  She was right with me and I felt her hand
grab my erection and she groaned as she felt it and jacked it awkwardly.
   "Come into me," she breathed urgently.  "Get it in, now" she instructed
almost in a panic.
   I wasn't going to argue.  I rolled half over her and pushed my pants and
underpants down as far as I could.  She matched my actions and I felt her
frantically pulling he panties down.  When she was ready she grabbed my
upper body and pulled me over her whispering hoarsely "come on
Steve...hurry...get it in me..."
   I obliged.  As I moved in between her opened legs she searched and found
my cock and expertly guided me towards her sex.  She arched her back a
little and maneuvered the cock into her warmth and I slowly slid into her
tight wet warmth.  I fucked her quickly.  Realizing the precarious and
probably dangerous situation we were in should one of the others come into
the living room.  She shimmed herself into the centre of the couch base and
held my around the waist as I fucked her deep and fervently.  She groaned
and gasped as I went deep; and all the time whispering `that's good...like
that...that's good...nice and hard...do it nice and hard...' Her urging me
on was exciting and I lost the plan I had to draw this out; as I felt the
sweet ache in the pit of my groin and started to gasp and gabble as well as
I started cumming and `oh geezus, fuck oh Christ...' I gabbled as I came
and shoved hard into her as I spewed my balls inside of this sweet teen. 
She held me tight and gasped and grunted though I was sure she never came.
Maybe she never had orgasms or maybe it was just the excitement of the
furtive fucking that she was enjoying, but she grabbed me and shoved back
at me and held me to her whispering `that's good...that's good...let it
out...cum hard...that's good...' Eventually I stopped rutting on her and
she hugged me and pulled my head around so we could kiss.  This way she let
me drift off, lying on top of her under the blanket on the couch.
   I'm not sure what time it was but the next then I knew was someone
shaking my shoulder.  I lifted my head and it was difficult to open my eyes
I was so sleepy after the sex, the dope and the booze.  I could hear a
voice urgently whispering `what the hell are you two doing?' A second voice
near my ear gasped `oh shit, oh God, Annie' and as I came to, I peered into
the gloomy dawn and realized it was Annette shaking my shoulder and Penny
gasping her shock that Annette was there.  Penny forcibly struggled out
from under me and swung her feet over the side of the couch, her hand
across her mouth in shock and embarrassment Annette had caught us in the
makeshift bed.
   "What the hell are you thinking?" Annette fumed in hushed tones.  "What
the fucking hell are you thinking Penny!" she hissed.
   I rolled back against the back of the couch and gazed at Annette and saw
the already look of horror become deeper as she realized Penny was
arranging her panties to pull on as the teen stood and quickly hitched the
flimsy garment up her thighs.
   "Oh shit...you didn't, did you?" Annette continued her reproach.
   She looked at me.
   "How could you Steve...here in the house with her father?" she hissed at
me.
   "Oh stop it Annie," Penny said in louder tones.  "It's no more than
what's been going on in there," she said waving at the bedroom.  "I
couldn't bleedin' sleep you lot were so bleedin' noisy at shaggin'," she
said defensively and she pulled her hair behind her ears in a nervous
reaction to the situation we had been caught.
   I lay propped on one hand under the blanket; my pants still around my
ankles where I had pushed them to get naked enough to penetrate Penny.
   "Back into you bedroom young lady," Annette hissed but her venom had
withered somewhat after Penny's words of reproach pointed at the hypocrisy
at the adults orgy going on next door to her room.
   Penny glared at her father's partner and after pausing briefly to make a
point of leaning down to kiss me, she whispered `that was great Steve' loud
enough for Annette to hear; and with a look of defiance, made to move to
her bedroom in her own good speed, closing the door behind her.  Annette
stood and held her arms around her to hold a tatty red toweling robe closed
around her body and brushed her hair back over her shoulder.  I swung
around and pulled my pants up and as I sat buckling my belt she sat beside
me and looked at me disapprovingly.
   "You're fucking lucky it was me that came out," she said quietly.  "If
any of the others had of found you they would have mouthed off about it so
Trevor would have known what was going on," she said ruefully, not wanting
to contemplate the `what if' scenario.  "He would have fucking had your
guts for garters."
   "I'm sorry," I mumbled lamely.  "It just sort of happened."
   "Yeah I know what you mean," she said glaring in the direction of
Penny's bedroom door.  "She's willing that one; in more ways than one."
   She turned and looked at me.
   "You'd best get back under that blanket.  Make it look like your still
dead to the world.  There's a bit of stirring in there; one or two early
morning hard-ons rearing their heads.  I came out for a quick smoke and a
pee and to get out of it for awhile in case one of them came in my
direction," she said ruefully.
   "Good night was it?" I blurted out not thinking; the thought of the orgy
coming into my frame of reference as to where I was and what had taken
place through the night.  She stifled a laugh and hit me weakly on the
chest with the back of her hand at my comment.
   "Could have been better," she muttered with a wry grin.  "Prue and me
never got much time together.  All testosterone and thrusting," she
muttered with a derisive laugh; and as if to illustrate a point she moved
her butt delicately on the couch as if she had a painful boil on her ass or
hemorrhoids.
   I got the picture.  She had most likely been nailed in the ass by one of
the three horny men; well two at least as I doubted Hugh was interested in
woman let alone trying to top one.  Maybe she'd been double teamed.  As she
was about to say something the door opened and Prue came into view stark
naked and she paused and closed the door quietly and then padded across the
room.  Her eyes widened in question as she saw Annette talking to me. 
Annette's mouth dropped open realizing Prue was not going to make any
effort to cover her rather bumpy body and then she seemed to resign herself
to the fact that false modesty was probably out of place given what had
gone on under the roof this night.
   "Hey handsome," Prue whispered as she approached us.
   I could see she was shaven but it was too gloomy to actually see her
mature sex clearly.  Her breasts were large and pendulous with large brown
aureole and nipples the size of my middle fingertip.  She had clearly had
children but her offspring had never been mentioned in the brief
conversation before they all went into the bedroom so I have no idea how
many confinements had contributed to the pot tummy and sagging breasts.
   "What you doin' out her doll?" she whispered to Annette and she looked
between us as if she had come upon us about to do something together.
   "Just chattin'," Annette replied quickly.  "That's all; just chattin'."
   Prue eyed us suspiciously and rubbed her forearm across her large
breasts and yawned.
   "It's getting a bit active in there again," she whispered with a
derisive grin, and as if she decided her blatant nudity was a mistake, she
swiveled and sat beside Annette and pulled her friend to her as if to
shield herself from my eyes.
   Annette was now in the middle of the three of us sitting on the couch;
me with the blanket across my knees and legs.  She put a hand up to Prue's
face and Prue quickly acknowledged the move of affection by quickly
embracing Annette and kissed her passionately.  As Annette turned towards
Prue, she faced away from me and Prue looked past Annie's cheek and watched
me as the two French kissed.  I sat both excited and embarrassed; and after
they made out for a minute or two I stood and turned and dropped the
blanket on the couch.  Annette sensing me stand broke the kiss and turned
and looked up at me.
   "What you doin'?" she asked quickly.
   Prue ignored me and pushed a hand into Annette's robe.  Annette
stiffened and quickly looked down as Prue's fingers quickly zeroed in on
one of her breasts and nipple.  I knew Prue was deliberately doing this to
see how liberal I was to her open fondling of Annette; as if to shock me.
   "I think you need some time together...unhindered," I said trying to be
supportive of their lesbian make-out.
   "There's a good boy," Prue gushed in support of the obvious that I was
about to leave.  "Run along now."
   "You can't leave.  It's not even six yet," Annie said urgently and
glared at Prue for supporting me leaving.
   "He can go into Your Kid's room," Prue said seductively and kissed
Annie's neck and ear.
   Annie's eyes widened at Prue's suggestion and she shook her head.
   "You can't go in there.  Trevor will have a fit," she said in alarm
   "Oh don't be so stupid," Prue crooned.  "She'll be sound asleep.  He can
just doss on the spare bed; in his clothes, fully dressed.  Trevor can't
complain about that," Prue concluded.
   "And we can spend a little quality time out her," she grinned at her
friend and I saw the robe open further as Prue's hand now went down to
Annette's crotch area.
   Annette looked suspiciously at me and then back at Prue.  I could see
she was considering the suggestion and as Prue's hand burrowed further, I
noted a flush of desire and embarrassment cloud Annette's face.  She was
clearly torn between wanting to have sex with Prue and the welfare of her
partner's daughter.
   "It's OK," I said holding Annette's gaze.  "I'm dog tired...I need some
more kip," I said in an attempt to convince Annette I would do no more than
sleep on the spare bed Prue mentioned.
   "O-k," Annette said carefully and then stifled an involuntary sigh as
Prue's fingers obviously brought about more excitement in her body.
   I didn't wait for further debate and turned quickly and walked in the
direction of Penny's bedroom, pausing as I reached the door and turning
back to see Prue crouching before Annette; her back to me as she was
clearly stripping the robe from her sitting friends body.  I caught a brief
glimpse of Annette's face as Prue's body moved to roll her back and I
smiled noting Annette had already turned her attention to the forthcoming
lesbian sex with Prue; on the couch I had not long before, fucked with
Penny on.  She had already forgotten about me moving to Penny's room.  I
opened the door and moved into Penny's bedroom.  The curtains over the
window were not closed completely and the bedroom was much lighter from the
rising dawn, than the living room with its grimy heavy drapes.  Penny sat
up quickly and her inquisitive look as to who was coming in turned to a
beaming smile and she pulled the blankets back and lay there with a sexy
smile of `come hither'.  It was like the little red hen inviting the fox
into the hen house.
   "I can't," I whispered.  "Annette...I promised," I said lamely.
   "Shut up stupid she" she said; and as I stood helpless, this beautiful
teen stripped the short night dress from her body and pulled her panties
off, lying back naked and waiting for me to join her.
   I was lost.  I let out a pathetic sob and rushed her and fell on my
knees at the side of the bed and as she lay with a look of triumph, and
then she let out a sigh and `oohhhhhh' as she felt my face go into her
crotch.  Just like Prue, the teen was totally shaven.  She groaned and
opened her legs and I went at her as if I was a starving man devouring
meat. I licked and suckled her and tasted the pungent juices of our earlier
coupling.  If she hadn't cum when I fucked her, Penny was certainly heading
that way by the time I had shoved three fingers into her sloppy wet cunt
and I was ravaging her clitoris with my mouth and tongue pursed like a
stiff member.  She grabbed my head and quickly set the rhythm by guiding it
with her hands, and issuing hushed instructions under her breath.  As I
settled into the steady lapping and reaming of her with my fingers, I
became vaguely aware of other noises.  At first it puzzled me as it clearly
wasn't Penny yet it was obviously sexual in nature.  It dawned on me that
what I was hearing was coming from through the wall from the bedroom where
the three men were.  Someone was being fucked as I could clearly
distinguish two voices and deduced whoever was taking it was getting into
it as much as whoever was giving it.  With three men in a bed, the
combination for two voices to be heard could mean that one guy was getting
fucked by the second and sucked by the third; whose mouth was full of cock
stifling any similar noises of approval.  I could only guess if I was right
or not.  As if to drag me back to the task at hand I felt Penny stiffen and
the feelings of a contraction on my fingers lodged in her tunnel.  She came
quickly and I saw her put a hand over her mouth, eventually biting it to
stop herself from really vocalizing what was consuming her body as she came
hard on my hand and mouth; her other hand clamped on the back of my head. I
was fascinated at the mature sexual response of this mid-teen girl and it
was abundantly obvious she had been here many times in her young life.
   As she gasped and eventually placed the hand in her mouth by the other
one draped loosely on my head, I raised myself up over her as she had
stopped holding me so firmly.  I looked up her body at her firm pert
breasts and her erect nipples.  Daylight was virtually full outside and I
could see her clearly.  She had a languid smile on her face and she ran her
hands through my hair.
   "That was fucking brilliant," she whispered and gave me a goofy smile.
   I was hard in my jeans and it was starting to feel uncomfortable and
cramped.  It was my turn.  I kissed her breasts lightly in a gesture of
appreciation, and slipped my fingers out of her; which brought about a mock
groan of protest at me surrendering my penetration.  But as soon as I
opened my jeans yet again, and slid my pants to my ankles, she grinned
invitingly and held her arms up.  I took my cock in my hand and pulled her
outside leg so she was forced to swivel around so her leg came over the
side of the bed; which was against the wall to the bedroom next door.  She
shuffled her butt towards the edge of the mattress and standing between her
splayed legs I moved my cock in hand to her open bald sex.  I went in
easily as she was wet from my saliva and her own juices, and she groaned in
discomfort as I hit deep inside in one thrust.  Holding her outside leg
against my upper arm, I fucked her urgently and hard as I drove to my
orgasm as quickly as I could.  I had used valuable time getting her off.  I
did not want to tempt fate that someone might come looking for me or to
check on Penny.  The last thing I wanted was to have someone see my bare
ass shoving hard between Trevor's daughters open legs.  I rutted
deliberately over her and she cradled my head, crooning encouragement in my
ear as I let go in her for a second time that night.  Gasping and groaning;
trying to minimize the noise of the sweet release as I filled her teen
cunt. Eventually I staggered to a half standing position with my deflating
cock slipping from her.  I couldn't tarry soaking up inside her in
afterglow; fearing discovery every second I waited enjoying the moment. 
She moaned another mock complaint as once again the invader, previously
welcomed into her sweet tunnel, left her empty; for the semen to ooze back
from her vagina.  I stood and pulled my pants up and she got my concern at
being discovered and rolled and reached down for her nightdress and panties
on the floor.  She quickly pulled the panties on and the nightgown over her
head, and as I finished buckling my belt, she pulled the blankets up to her
nose and lay watching me.  I turned and looked at the spare bed against the
other wall and noted it had been stripped for the blanket Annette had given
me on the couch.  There was one blanket and sheet left, but no pillow which
was out on the couch.  I rolled under the blanket and cradling my head on
my arm as a pillow, I made a moue of a kiss towards her; and her fingers
appeared from under the blanket and made a little waving motion.  I grinned
at her and vaguely noting this room was actually tastefully furnished, I
passed into a deep sleep; tired from the events of the entire night.
   ***
   I was roused some time after ten o'clock that Sunday morning.  Annette
came in with a cup of tea and sat on the bed.  I glanced at Penny's bed and
it was empty.
   "She's up...out in the kitchen having breakfast," Annette said reading
my questioning expression.
   "Everything OK with Trevor?" I asked quickly glancing back at her.
   "Don't worry.  He looked in over an hour ago when you were both asleep.
He found Prue and I on the couch and got the reason for you being in here.
He didn't seem bothered," she assured me.  "He likes you," she added.
   I nodded and sighed in relief that Trevor wasn't perturbed at me dossing
on Penny's spare bed.  If only he knew.
   "Do you think he suspects?" I asked tentatively.
   "What?  That you shagged his precious daughter twice while he was next
door doing the same to whomever," she said with a mocking smile.
   "Twice?  You said twice..." I started knowing she had guessed the first
time I had sex with Penny.
   "Yes twice," she reaffirmed accusingly.  "I could just tell just by
looking at her when I came in to rouse her," she started.  "I knew you had
been at it again...it kind of smelled a little funky as well," she said
with a wry smile.  "You're lucky Trev's senses were dulled to the smell of
sex," she chuckled.  "He obviously couldn't sense it with all the action
he'd had."
   I smiled in relief.
   "How is everyone?" I asked inquisitively.
   "Well Prue and I had some quality time...and thank you for that.  And I
think Tony and Trevor shagged Hugh to unconsciousness and then set about
each other," she laughed derisively.
   I pulled a face at the thought of the three men pounding each other's
asses and cocks.
   "Annette...Annie...what about Penny...you know...birth control?  I never
had any..." I started to say cautiously.
   "Oh don't worry about that..." she began.  "She's been on the pill since
she was thirteen...when it was suspected...probably correctly...that she
had lost her virginity to an eighteen year old college boy up the road from
her; a neighbor of hers.  Common sense really," she said casually.
   I nodded and felt relieved.  I may be heading back to the US in a couple
of months but I certainly had no desire to knock anyone up, let alone a
teenage girl.
   "How old is she?" I asked quickly.
   "You're OK there to," she chuckled.  "You've got more to worry about if
Trevor finds out, rather than the law getting you," she warned.
   I took a drink of the tea; it was very sweet and I grimaced as I never
took sugar in tea or coffee.  I pondered Trevor's apparent intolerance to
the thought of anyone having sex with Penny, given the shocking role model
he was for his daughter.
   "You're wondering about Trevor as a parent?" Annette said reading my
thoughts.
   I nodded and sipped the tea once more.
   "You're right.  He's been a poor role model.  Me as well if the truth be
known, as I've bought into the permissiveness he's fostered," she said
ruefully.  "Penny's been exposed to a lot of sexual situations; not all
innocent towards her either," she said looking at me.  "There have been one
or two people like you that Trevor was able to warn off," she added.
   "Like Tony?" I suggested.
   Annette's face dropped at my words.
   "What?" she said almost as a whisper.
   I cursed myself realizing she did not know about Penny having had to
repel Tony's advances.
   "I've said too much," I said quickly.
   "Oh Christ," Annette sighed.  "Has Penny had to fight him off?" she
asked seriously, staring at me.  "She tell you that?"
   "I'm afraid so...twice if she's to be believed," I confirmed what Penny
had told me.
   "OK...thanks...if Penny said that I believe her.  I'd best have a quite
word with Tony...I can handle him OK.  Better than letting Trevor know. 
Tony might be a fuck buddy...literally...but this would really set their
friendship back," she said with some degree of concern.
   "So why has Trevor allowed Penny to be exposed to his...your sexual
freedom?" I said wondering why it had come about as it had.
   Annette looked a little uncomfortable and then as if deciding I was Ok
to open up to, she told me a brief history of Trevor's sexual excesses.
   "Back in the late sixties, Trevor was a hippy.  We all were.  Communes,
free sex, wife and partner swapping," she began.  "Somewhere about 1966,
before I knew him, a friend talked Trevor and another guy to make a trip to
northern India; up near the Kashmir border," she continued.  "A sort of
`follow the Beatles' pilgrimage."
   She shifted her weight on the bed and looked a little uncomfortable as
she thought before she continued.  I could hear the murmur of voices of the
others out in the living room.
   "It turns out the visits were really sex trips," she said carefully
staring at me.
   When I didn't react she continued.
   "They could buy sex for next to nothing and spend their days screwing
young Indian girls...and boys...and getting stoned.  The people were so
poor that they willingly prostituted their kids to westerners.  Trevor got
into it," she concluded ruefully.
   I said nothing but it somehow explained a lot about what I had wondered
about Trevor that evening; the hushed discussion with Ian at the party and
the orgy situation here at their flat.
   "And so he went back three more times and...well he had developed a
taste for juvenile sex.  Girls or boys...it didn't matter.  Not something I
like to admit to, but nevertheless it's a fact.  You see he had been abused
by men when he was a kid, which he claims he went along with willingly.  I
suspect with him, it was the case of the abuser becoming the abused.  But
thankfully now he has gravitated to adult group sex...and weaned himself
off kids," she said almost in relief she had got the truth out.
   I stared at her and nodded my understanding.
   "He is suffering pangs of guilt from his deeds in India and now he has
become very protective of Penny," she said.  "Penny was born early sixties.
Her mother and Trevor lived together for awhile and then split up.  Penny's
mother...Marie...has been good to Trevor in giving him access to Penny.  Of
course she has no idea of his lurid behavior in the latter part of the
sixties; in India," she continued.  "Trevor and I hooked up 1969 and Penny
was a regular visitor when she was about nine or ten onwards.  At first we
were careful, but...well...with heavy use of dope, booze...our judgment was
flawed and...well she got an early education.  You know the rest," she
concluded.
   "How often does she visit?" I asked.
   "Once a month; sometimes more if Marie wants a weekend break somewhere
with her new man," she answered candidly.  "We furnished this room to
Penny's liking...as you can see there's not much furniture out there," she
said indicating the living room.  "And our room is really just a group of
mattresses and cushions for...well for our extracurricular activities," she
explained.
   I nodded my understanding.
   "Penny is heading back to Luton this afternoon," she volunteered and
then looked at me intently.  "I'd like to think the next time you ever see
her again is here...and there's no repeat of what happened this time, if
you get my meaning," she said.
   I understood.  Don't dare to try and contact Penny for meetings outside
of Trevor and Annie.  And if I were to return here, and Penny was here,
there was to be no expectation of sexual contact.  I nodded my agreement
and Annette rose to go back to the living room.
   "Finish your tea and I'll walk you to the Tube," she said, almost as an
instruction.
   It was clear she did not want me to stay any longer than necessary.  I
expect there was more sex to be had for the rest of them, once penny had
left for home in Luton.  After menial pleasantries with the group in the
living room, and avoiding any overt eye contact with Penny, Annette quickly
ushered me out of the door as I bid goodbye to Trevor and his friends.  Not
once did Penny or I acknowledge each other.  Annette walked me to the Tube
station and as I started down the steps to buy a ticket she called to me;
standing on the pavement above.
   "Remember what I said about not meeting Penny again; away from here,"
she reminded me.
   I nodded and turned and left her standing on the street looking down at
me disappearing into the Tube station.  I rode the Tube home and when I
arrived, flatmates Mark and Evelyn were finishing up their breakfast dishes
and invited me to join them on a visit to Portobello Road markets.  I
declined laughingly saying I had a hangover from the party from the night
before and they left me to my solitude and a long bath.  Following a soak
in the tub where I stroked myself languidly to ejaculation while recalling
the carnal events of the night, I crawled straight into bed and lay
reflecting on the last seven days.  It had started last Saturday night with
me screwing a Dutch girl in the lavatory of a party house; moving onto her
South African cousin here at home on Sunday morning, and screwing my boss'
wife on Tuesday, also here at home.  And then there was the tryst with
Penny last night.  Eight days and four different conquests; all of which
were very strange scenarios.  Life was surely stranger than fiction.  A
smug smile came over my face and I slipped into a sleep of fatigue from the
excesses of booze, dope, sex, and little sleep over the last twelve hours.
What could possibly happen in the remaining two months before I returned to
the US for good that could top this past week?
   There was of course my lingering desire for Spanish Paz.  Somehow my
coveting her had got lost in the recent events since being back from my
European vacation.  There was unfinished business there.
   To be concluded....
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