Chapter 2: Penni

“I’ll get it” an unfamiliar American voice said, the door opened, and I saw her up close for the first time.

She had a strong, rather angular face. Dark eyes, a straight and prominent nose, a square chin, and a wide mouth. The sort of middle aged woman who looked good most of the time, not all the time.

She looked at me blankly. “Yes?” she asked.

“I’m Joshua.” I told her lamely.

“We were just talking about you.” Joanne said from behind her.

Penni’s eyes widened “Wait; THIS is the guy? He’s a kid Joanne!”

“He’s old enough.” Joanne said defensively. “Come on in, Josh.”

“This is weird.” Penni said, “We all know who we are, yet we don’t.”

“Joanne told me you’re a realtor.” I said, trying to be friendly.

“Yeah.” Penni acknowledged sullenly.

She was nearly my height, a head taller than Joanne. My little Scottish lover came around and pressed her back against the tall American, so they were both facing me.

“We’re a pair of carpet munchers!” Joanne declared, “Lesbians, gay, queer, dykes, sapphics, dolls, vagitarians, clam lickers, bush pilots, scissor sisters, cunny bunnies, sixty-niners.”

“Yeah, not quite accurate, we’ve both had straight relationships too.” Penni objected. “Come on, let’s sit down and have a cup of tea.”

“Tea! I must have rubbed off on you.” Joanne laughed.

“Honey, you rubbed me off, I rubbed you off, we’ve rubbed together all over.” Penni quipped.

“So, I hear you’re the fuck of the century. Well, fuck of the year at least.” Penni continued, “Now I get it, you’re a kid full of hormones, stay hard all night, am I right? Yeah, I thought so, skin like a girl, cock like a man, tight ass, sweet face, no wonder you get my girl off.”

“I thought she was my girl.” I mumbled.

“What’s that? Speak up kid! Your girl, yeah well of course Joanne is her own girl and we take what we can get of her, right? Does she suck your dick? Swallow your jizz? Fuck man, I thought she was done with testosterone.”

“I can hear you, you know.” Joanne said from the kitchen a few yards away. “Take it easy on the lad, Penni. He’s soft on me you know.”

“Soft! Ha, I bet he’s hardly ever soft when he’s on you. 24 hour wood, am I right? Man, I knew a boy like you when I was a girl, I remember what you kids can do. And what you can’t.”

She seemed to run out of wisecracks after that. She leaned back, pushing an ample chest upwards, and looked at me intently. I stared back at her, unsure what to do next.

I was clearly outclassed; Penni was powerful, charismatic, and hilarious. She smiled slightly.

“Joanne wants us to have a threesome.” She declared with a brash grin. “What do you say to that? Come on, get your tongue off the floor, especially if you expect to get it into my gash. It’s unsanitary you know. Wrong kind of carpet.”

“Are you saying my floors aren’t clean?” Joanne demanded.

“Huh. If they’re as dirty as your mind then they’re a biohazard.” Penni declared.

“Well, it takes one to know one.” Joanne retorted.

“Fucking aye it does.” Penni agreed, “My slut days are behind me though, my pussy is all wholesome now, there hasn’t been a dick in there for years. Unlike yours, my little tart. Yeah, I could taste the jizz in there straight away, yeah, I can tell you guys do it bareback, that’s so nasty.”

I didn’t like this woman at all; she was loud, rude, and sun damaged. She reeked of cigarettes and alcohol too. She wasn’t nice or decent like Joanne.

Joanne wanted me to have sex with her friend, I was sure it was just a ruse to get rid of me. If I had carnal relations with Penni, that would prove I didn’t love Joanne.

“So, you’re from a big family?” Penni asked me, “What’s that like? Do you get along ok with your brothers and sisters?”

Somehow, she pried me open and got me talking. A little question here or there, and after a short time I’d told her all about myself.

She looked at me while I talked, her brown eyes clear and attentive, her bust hanging between us, and you know where this is going, and even I was starting to figure it out. Penni laughed at a joke I made, and her big tits bounced agreeably.

“So darling, what do you think?” Joanne asked Penni.

“I’m starting to get it.” Penni said to her, “He’s nice.”

“He is.” Joanne agreed, smiling at me, “And if you see him naked, well.”

“Yeah, ok.” Penni said to me, “Show me what you got.”

“Huh?” I responded idiotically, slowly realizing that I’d been hooked, teased, and reeled in like a caught fish.

“You should take your clothes off.” Joanne told me casually. “Go on, it’s only us here, right Penni?”

I looked at the older woman; she shrugged. “Sure.” She said, “I’m not making any promises though. Because I’m not promiscuous. Like SOME people.”

“Oh come on, we were apart.” Joanne argued.

“For what, ten minutes? We were parted, and ten minutes later your legs parted too.”

“They did, and it was fabulous!” Joanne laughed. “Come on Josh, this is your chance, don’t blow it.”

“Blow it!” Penni interjected, “You’ll probably blow it, even I could possibly blow it, but HE can’t blow it. Well, maybe if he’s really flexible and he has a big one, I suppose. I once knew a guy who...”

“Penni!” Joanne declared, “Enough!”

“Yeah, ok. Go on kid, are you going to strip or not?”

The two women looked at me expectantly over their teacups, without making any move to open a single button on themselves. Something was telling me no, can’t, don’t. Joanne was small and sweet, but Penni; she was older, 40ish. She was loud, rude, rough, and starting to sag. She had creases around her mouth and eyes, and her teeth were yellowing.

At the same time, I knew if I didn’t, I’d always regret passing up the chance, even if it was just a chance. Joanne was leaving me, that was going to happen no matter what. So I stood and forced myself to undress.

It was humiliating, terrifying, and very erotic. 15 years old, and bare ass naked under the gaze of two bisexual women! I was actually terrified.

“He’s hard.” Penni noted.

“He usually is.” Joanne told her.

“Not too big.” Penni added.

“Yet not too small either.” Joanne agreed.

“Nice ass.” Penni noted.

“Sweet as two scoops of vanilla ice cream.” Joanne insisted. “Go on, Josh! Give it a shake, we want to see it bounce.”

I bucked my hips experimentally, which caused my erection to bounce up and down; I tried side to side and that worked too. The women laughed and clapped their hands.

Penni was wearing a long dress, tight at the waist with a voluminous skirt. Joanne was in her habitual frilly blouse and blue jeans.

“Undulate, it’s great!” Penni laughed, making her big breasts wobble.

Was I making a total fool of myself? Were they laughing AT me? I decided it didn’t matter. Two adult women were enjoying my show.

“Ooh, can you make it go round and round?” Joanne asked.

It took a few tries, and then I got it going, to their delight.

“Bend over and show us your butt.” Penni requested. “Spread your cheeks, I want to look right in there.”

I hesitated; that seemed queer. How could it be though? I didn’t know what women other than Joanne liked. Anyway, I did it, and they were laughing a little too hard so I pushed my ass between them and sat down.

There was a moment of hesitation; were they really going to do it, or would they reject me? My emotions were all over the place, I was thrilled, terrified, turned on, hopeful, all at once.

I felt sort of triumphant. Even nothing more happened, I’d made my play. My initial fear had faded; the fear of embarrassment, humiliation, rejection. And as I lost the fear of failure, I knew my chances of success increased exponentially.

Joanne had told me that despite my age, I was the guy and I should initiate. I stretched my arms around their shoulders, took Joanne’s head in my left hand, and kissed her mouth. I felt a hand on my cock, and it was Penni.

“Oh wow, it’s warm.” She noted, giving me a little squeeze. I turned my face to her, and holding the back of her head in my right hand, pulled her in for our first kiss. Although her mouth parted slightly, we saved the tongue for later.

We pulled apart and she looked oddly surprised.

More touching, more kissing, then Penni went down on me.

After all that foreplay, I nearly exploded from the intensity. I managed to claw my way back from the brink and was able to enjoy it for a minute. Joanne had rarely sucked my cock, and then only for a few seconds during foreplay.

“So, you do like cock after all.” Joanne teased her.

“I never said I don’t like cock, I love cock.” Penni lifted her head to answer, “I just don’t like men. Other than cock I mean, obviously.”

She went down on me again, and I found the top of Penni’s dress zipper, but couldn’t pull it down until Joanne reached across to hold the collar up. The zipper ran down, and my hand caressed her long back.

I think the back is under-rated. Penni shivered and rolled her head to look up at me through cascades of brown curls, shifting to hand-job. She smiled at me, and I realized it was the first time, which was pretty odd considering.

“I think we should all go to the bed and get naked.” She said.

“Yes, that seems like a good idea.” Joanne agreed.

No one asked my opinion.

Hands, tits, mouths, eyes, it was a sensual overload. I held the two of them in my arms, they took turns kissing my mouth and sucking my cock, I was on the edge the whole time.

“Get me a rubber for this.” Penni said to Joanne as she squeezed my rod, “I want to do it!”

“Really?” Joanne laughed in surprise. “How do you feel about that, Josh? Would you like to have full penetrative sex with my friend Penni?”

“Sure!” I said enthusiastically, before I saw the disappointment on Joanne’s face. Then I realized it was a setup of sorts; a test. Well, it was too late to change my mind, and anyway it had been Joanne who’d started all this.

“No, darling, I’m afraid we don’t use them.” Joanne told her friend.

Penni looked at my wet throbbing cock, then at me, then at Joanne. “Oh what the hell, my gyno says it would take a miracle for me to get pregnant, I could fuck the Dallas Cowboys she told me.”

“Really?” Joanne asked as Penni swung a leg over my hips and held the end of my rod against herself.

“Nah, not the Dallas Cowboys part, I embellished a little there.” she admitted before lowering her silky smooth wet sheath down my rod.

Penni had a decent figure for a woman her age. The kind of body that really looked better with clothes on, because her ass was a bit flabby and her tits hung heavy and low when she let them free. Her skin was blemished too.