Ms. Penelope and the Blowjob Revolution

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Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Coercion, Incest, .

Desc: Sex Story: Penny Astor, Bradford Apartments resident, Jimmy Fowler's little girlfriend, a precocious little girl, loved sex. Had a very inventive attitude toward it. Jimmy was so impressed with her creative sexuality that he put her in charge of his latest apartment building - the Faulkner. Being the boss meant that Penny could choose which of the desperately poor young mothers and their children could live in the Faulkner. Using these kids, Penny started a blowjob movement that captured Seattle.

Penny, like her mother, Mary Astor, was petite and sexy. Blonde and sexy. With her flat chest and hairless pussy, she was sexy. With her naughty mind, she was sexy.

Penny Astor was one sexy little girl.

Who knew it and liked knowing it.

Jimmy Fowler was the first to fuck her. He continued to do her on a regular basis, although they both had other lovers.

Jimmy Fowler was from those Fowlers. The Seattle Fowlers. The real estate titans, those Fowlers. His mother, Glory, and his grandmother, Gwendolyn, owned huge swatches of property in and around Seattle. Apartment buildings, bank buildings, housing divisions, farmland, office buildings, parking garages.

They had recently started a buying spree in and around Vancouver, BC.

Jimmy was following in his family’s business traditions.

His mother gave him the seven-story Bradford apartment building when he was 16. Jimmy discovered a lust for young mothers who were about to become homeless. As he honed his craft, he narrowed his focus. The tenants he allowed to live in The Bradford had to meet three criteria:

  1. Young and female.

  2. Mothers with young children, boys and/or girls.

  3. Poor. Desperate, almost-living-on-the-street, poor.

In the interview process, his favorite Bradford residents -- The Six -- made one thing clear when they interviewed the endless stream of rental applicants. You, Ms. Applicant, will be pussy. Your children, Ms. Applicant, will be pussy.

Some of the kids would be too young even for Jimmy to fuck. But they, Ms. Applicant, will become pussy as soon as The Six decides they’re ripe enough.

Jimmy bought a mirror-image apartment building next door to the Bradford called the Barstow.

More pussy.

Then he bought a four-story building, the Hemingway, next door to the Barstow.

More pussy.

Much more pussy, because at Penny’s suggestion, he had all of the apartment walls and doors removed from every floor, and the Basement as well. The Hemingway would have an Open Floor Plan. With single mothers and their children. A clothes-free environment for all of the Hemingway pussy.

Jimmy bough the next building over, the Fitzgerald. Take the Hemingway formula, stir, repeat.

More pussy.

Jimmy was so delighted with the results of Penny’s Open Floor Plan that he turned his next building, the Faulkner, over to her. He assigned his rather homely teenage business manager, Sylvie, to oversee the building’s financials for Penny.

Sylvie was a genius when it came to keeping the books. She had established a formula and stuck to it, apartment building after apartment building.

Penny was a genius when it came to sex. Everyone was curious what she’d do with the Faulkner. And its inhabitants.

One thing she didn’t do was reinvent the wheel. She replicated the Open Floor Plan on all four levels and the Basement. Well, Penny didn’t personally do it. Sylvie hired Chuck Higgins and his crew to do the renovations.

Sylvie and her mother, Sophie, moved into the Faulkner to live during the renovation process. They would provide daily pussy to Chuck and his crew of 15-20 remodelers, plumbers, electricians. Fortunately, Sylvie was on summer break so she didn’t have to worry about school for several weeks.

And Penny had told her it was fine to do the books for the apartments after the men had finished working on the Faulkner for the day.

Young as she was, Penny decided to live on her own. To have her own apartment built on the fourth floor of The Faulkner. The building was her responsibility, and its inhabitants were her own pussy. Penny would be a hands-on landlady.

The renovations on all five floors included Sexy Nozzle sections everywhere. Boys backed up to the Nozzles and enjoyed a pleasurable butt-fucking sensation. Girls and their mothers took advantage of the dual nozzle arrangement and enjoyed simultaneous pussy and butt attention.

The temperature could be adjusted from warm to much hotter. The water pressure from gentle spurts to stronger and stronger streams. All controlled with a remote.


Jimmy loved Penny in that limited way some geniuses have. Love mixed with curiosity mixed with his lust for little girls, mixed with his passion for her fierce intelligence, tempered by the low range of emotions he had inherited from his mother, Glory, and his grandmother, Gwendolyn.

Penny ‘got’ Jimmy. Didn’t over-expect anything from him, understood him. Loved him in a non-clingy way.

Penny didn’t want Jimmy for a husband, didn’t want him for a father figure. He was, for fuck’s sake, only 16-years old. She certainly didn’t want him for his vast wealth. Instinctively, she sensed that she’d figure out a way to make money on her own.

The Jimmy / Penny relationship was built on sex, without question. But it was more than that. Yes, they appreciated each other’s love of sex, of pushing boundaries. And of the exploitation of the weak. Here, Jimmy and Penny enabled each other, egged each other on.

There were worse types of mutually beneficial relationships.

Penny would cheerfully provide Jimmy with whatever type of pussy he was currently in the mood for. Usually it was youth. Young boys and young girls. Some even as young as Penny herself. In return, Jimmy provided Penny with whatever resources she required to provide pleasure for them both.

Sometimes, alone together, each was the only person the other needed.


The Six, Jimmy’s trusted cadre of the six smartest mothers in his buildings, didn’t oversee Penny and the Faulkner apartments. But Penny was sharp enough to seek their counsel, listen to their advice, bounce new ideas off them.

However, Jimmy had made it clear that the Faulkner was Penny’s baby. She didn’t know it, but he was going to transfer ownership to his favorite little girl once she had the building up and running.


Penny still attended the Saturday morning breakfast meeting in Jimmy’s top-floor Bradford building. The Six fixed breakfast, cleaned up, reported to Jimmy on the previous week’s happenings.

Sylvie, buttoned down Sylvie, ran the meeting as she ran the business side, efficiently.

Penny waited until the end of the meeting to give her Faulkner report. She and Jimmy were nude for each breakfast meeting.

She had modeled her old-style, almost courtly, speaking style on Jimmy.

“Mr. Jimmy, like the other buildings, all the pussy in the Faulkner will be nude. Of course. If the mothers need to go grocery shopping they’ll go to the Barstow to get dressed. Their kids too.”

Dana Richards, the newest member of The Six said, “You’re allowing your Faulkner kids to leave the building?”

“Yes ma’am. Each kid has to earn $20 a day giving blowjobs. It can be one blowjob for $20 or 20 for a dollar. We want even the very youngest, the ones too young for Mr. Jimmy to fuck yet, to be out there sucking cock.”

Laughter, applause, whistles of appreciation.

Jimmy, smiling fondly, said, “Ms. Penelope, tell The Six of your plans for the very youngest kids.”

“Ms. Sylvie and I are putting them to work behind the school bleachers where Ms. Dana used to go.”

Chuckles around the room.

Penny grinned, “The most they can charge is one dollar a BJ.”

The math registered instantly. Wow, 20 blowjobs a day! Per kid.

Mary Astor, so fucking proud of her daughter, “What happens if they don’t come up with the $20?”

Jimmy, playing with himself, obviously pleased, said, “Ms. Penelope won’t tolerate that.” Penny removed his hand and started stroking him.

Sylvie grinned, “There’s a $5 per day penalty for every day they’re short. Penny hopes some of the kids will end up owing her over $100.”

Mary chuckled.

Penny held up a distinctive pink baseball cap, “Each of the Faulkner kids will wear one of these when he’s on blowjob patrol. Pretty soon, Seattle will recognize the caps. Guys will learn they can ask any Pink Cap kid to suck their cock.”


The first single mothers had come to Jimmy’s first apartment building, the Bradford, when they were broke, downhearted, beaten down with misery. Jimmy had let them live rent-free until they got jobs, got back on their feet.

These days the only unemployed Bradford renters were the very newest ones. Most of them were working moms with steady jobs ranging from quite decent to pretty damn good.

Mary Astor had earned her real estate license and was earning enough commissions, working for one of Gwendolyn Fowler’s companies, to pay market rates for the apartment she and Penny lived in. Gwendolyn was Jimmy’s grandmother. Gwen was 36, looked 26. Just as his mother, Glory, who at 28, looked 18. Jimmy, the most beautiful boy imaginable, was 16 and looked about 10. Except for his stupendously thick cock.

The newly-prosperous Mary Astor still put out every bit as much as the most recent renters did. She not only enjoyed sex, she felt it her responsibility, given all of Jimmy’s generosity.

But the newest buildings? Completely different story. Almost certainly most of the new renters there would be broke, on the verge of homelessness. Desperate. Vulnerable. Lugging young children around. Vulnerable ... Jimmy and Penny’s favorite work.

Pussy.

Pussy, just as The Six and Penny wanted them to be, mothers and children alike. Pussy for Jimmy. New pussy and younger pussy for the enjoyment of all the Bradford. And, eventually, the Barstow.

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