Chapter 8

Penny rushed into Peter's room as soon as she got home from school. "What happened?" She saw Peter's grin. "You did it?"

He nodded. "Where's she now?"

"In the kitchen. Tell me!" Penny got on the bed and tucked her feet under her.

Peter was at his desk. He used one finger to flip a history book shut. He shifted his chair around. He was dressed in blue jeans and a blue striped shirt. He was barefoot. He leaned forward confidentially, still grinning. "It was easy!" He kept his voice low. "She just collapsed. All you have to do is give her orders. Be firm! Just like Lars!"

"Tell me what you said, and what she said, and what happened!"

Peter told Penny, almost word-for-word, motion-for-motion. He finished, "She went out of here in a fuckin' daze! I can do anything I want with her!"

"She really jacked you off? Really?" Penny searched his face for a sign of a put-on.

"I swear!" Peter couldn't suppress his continuing, triumphant grin. "It was out of sight! And Jesus-did I ever shoot! What a feeling that was!"

"God!" Penny said wonderingly. "God!"

"You can do it, too."

Penny's jaw dropped. "You mean a lesbian scene with my own mother?" She giggled.

"Why not? I'll bet you could make her do it."

"Oh, wow." Penny giggled again. She flushed slightly. "I don't know." She looked admiringly at Peter. "You really did it?"

"I told you! You want me to call her in here and jack me off again so you can watch?"

"Sure, go ahead!"

"Nope. It's your turn to do something. We've got to figure out what to do next. I don't think I can do anything with Mom again very soon. It blew her mind this morning. I have to give her time to get used to what happened ... sort of make up excuses for herself."

"Yeah, I guess." Penny reached out and patted the bulge of his cock in his pants. He obviously wore no underwear. His cock was distinctly outlined and warm to the touch. She said, "Anything left for me tonight?"

"I owe you something, I think." Peter reached and cupped one of her large breasts. He squeezed her blouse fondly. "I've been thinking a lot today. About you and Mom and Lars." His finger tapped against her bra-covered nipple. A swelling began. Penny subtly stuck out her chest in response.

She asked, "What about me?"

"Well, you've sucked me off twice so far, and I haven't gone down on you once yet."

"Oh ... I like that kind of thinking." Penny's eyes danced. "Something to look forward to for later."

"Why wait?"

"Mom might barge in. Lars will be coming home and he might want you to do something."

"I'll just give you a taste. I want to try it now."

"Wowee, brother, you're getting bold. Success has gone to your head."

Peter dropped his hand to her knee and slid it in under her skirt to her crotch. He finger-tipped her pussy through her pastel-green pantyhose. "Slip these off and lay back."

"Ohh, I'm tempted." Penny glanced at the door.

"Do it!"

She blinked and looked at him. Penny opened her mouth, closed it, and smiled. She rolled backward and freed her legs. She lifted her hips and hooked her thumbs under her panty waistband and wriggled them down off her hips. Peter helped slide them down her legs and off. Penny said, "If Mom sees me come out of here without these on!"

"Put them on again after!" Peter bunched the pair of pantyhose into a ball and pushed them into her blouse.

Penny was still on her back. "Go ahead, then, Mister Dictator!" She spread her legs wide on the bed. Her right leg hung off the bed at the knee.

Peter gazed at Penny's naked pussy. It pouted open slightly. There was a hint of wetness between the pink lips. A thin brown fuzz of hair framed the slit. He hitched his chair up against the bed. He leaned into the inviting V of her thighs. He kissed the smooth, evenly tanned skin and reached into her crotch to gently pull open her pussy lips.

Penny was up on her elbows, watching. "Don't bite!"

"Was I afraid you'd bite me?" He gave her a disgusted look and strained forward. He couldn't reach her pussy. "Scoot this way."

Penny slid closer. She was nervous and excited. She licked her lips as Peter's mouth approached her vulva. Peter parted her pussy lips again. He studied the territory. She was all pink and glistening. He saw the upper groove that hid her pinhead clitoris, and below it-there was the finger-sized opening of her vagina. He slipped a finger into her and touched the tissue wall that proved she was still a virgin.

Penny divined his move. "Seeing if I lost my cherry to my math teacher? I'm saving it for you, Peter." She had said it lightly, jokingly, but they both heard the undertone of truth.

Peter glanced up and met her suddenly skittish gaze. Penny colored. Peter grinned. "I want it, too! When the right time comes...."

He bit her inner left thigh. Penny muffled a squeal and a giggle. He stuck out his tongue-and then stabbed it at her open vulva. Penny gave a little surprised, reflexive jump of her hips.

He began lapping upward, like a dog, nicking his tongue at the top of each stroke, his tongue-tip parting the soft inner valley of labia that hid her clitoris. Penny's thigh muscles rippled. His tongue was sliding over her clit! Each lapping stroke was dynamite! She moaned appreciatively. "God!" Her golden brown eyes dilated imperceptibly. Peter knew he had her attention. He licked steadily. The back of his tongue began to sting. His jaws started to ache. He wasn't in love with the taste of her juices, but it wasn't bad.

Penny started squirming her hips. She said, "God!" again, almost in awe at the sweet, strong, tingling sensations that wormed in her pussy from his constant licking. Penny's breasts began rising and falling very fast. "Oh, wow ... wow...." She clenched her fists. Her pussy jerked against his mouth. She bit her full lower lip to keep her moans under control.

Peter managed to lick her clit even faster. The tiny organ was a stiff little spike under his moving tongue. He liked the power of his tongue. He almost stopped during her orgasm to laugh. Penny's head was rocking at the end of her neck. Her eyes were closed. Her thighs wanted to close on his head. She was panting, nostrils flaring. When her breathing told him she was past the peak and into the slow fading of pleasure, Peter lifted his head out of the musky vise of her crotch.

There was a soft, dreamy expression in Penny's eyes. Her mouth was soft and full and curved into a sensual smile. She said, "I'll take that all the time!"

Peter wiped his lips with his hand. He sat back in his chair. He glanced at his watch. "Four minutes."

"You fink! Did you time me?"

"Sure. Think what a solid half hour of that would do to you."

"Promises, promises!"

"I have to build up endurance first, though."

"Practice on me any time." Penny sighed. She unfurled her pantyhose and slowly began putting them on. "Want me to suck you off now?"

"Later. After they go to bed."

Penny nodded. She smoothed the pantyhose on her thighs and got off the bed to adjust the panties.

Peter drew his fingers through his long hair. He said seriously, "I think we ought to get rid of Lars."

"How do you mean?" Penny smoothed her skirt and tucked in her blouse.

"He and Mom aren't married, are they? He's just living here. We could get rid of him easy."

"Why?" Penny sat on the edge of the bed.

"So he won't interfere with our punishment of Mom. You're going to set him up."

"So tell me."

Peter leaned forward. "Listen...."