I was quite startled when her trousers were removed — there was a long, hard lump pushing out the underpants! Off came the vest, revealing very round, very firm little breasts. Jean eyed the lump under the pants, her hand going to her mouth nervously as. Penny hooked her thumbs into the waist.
Penny turned her back to the audience and Jean alike, then skinned the pants down her legs, showing us a pair of round, tight buttocks and long, slim legs. With an abrupt movement, she swung round to face us, murmured comments came from the tables and someone just behind us called out:
“Bloody hell-give us a bit!” drawing “shushes” from the rest.
Strapped about Penny's loins was a truly huge dildo-even bigger than the one Georgina had used. It stuck out, swaying threateningly. Unlike the black, gleaming rubber of Georgina's, this one was flesh-coloured, with a purplish knob and a very like-like ball-bag dangling between Penny's thighs.
As her partner moved towards her, dildo swinging from the base of her belly, Jean gave a loud, frightened “No-I couldn't possibly!” and backed away, as Penny came on, she turned and ran. Then the chase was on.
Round the park bench went Jean, with Penny in hot pursuit, Jean's plump breasts bouncing up and down and Penny so close, her “penis” several times brushed the well-fleshed bottom.
At last, Jean appeared to trip-conveniently sprawling length-wise along the park bench. Immediately. Penny was on her, straddling her buttocks, hands pressing down on her back. She held her until Jean stopped her struggles. She got off the bench, then, one hand still on Jean's back, holding her down.
“Kneel up and open your legs-I want to do it from the back!” said Penny, in a stage whisper.
Jean looked round at the great dildo, shuddered and shook her head. Penny began to smack her, then, making the plump cheeks of her bottom jerk and quiver with the impact, as the slaps cracked loudly through the room. Jean gasped and groaned and finally nodded her head vigorously.
“All right,” she panted, “don't smack me any more, please!”
Her bottom showed pink under the light as Penny stood away from her and she rose to her knees, backing to the end of the bench. There, she spread her legs to the full width of the bench and stuck her bottom out, looking back fearfully as Penny stepped up behind her and the tip of the false penis rested on her behind.
Penny spread open the lower part of Jean's buttocks, exposing a wet, open vulva below them. There was hushed silence as the big, purple knob approached and touched the female slit, which looked far too small to accommodate the huge shaft.
Holding the buttocks apart all the time, Penny began to press inwards; we could see the lips stretching round the knob. Suddenly, Penny gave a little jerk forward and Jean squealed as the knob went into her, followed by several inches of the dildo. She wriggled on the end of it and Penny waited until she was still, then gave her another thrust, sinking several more inches into her.
Jean jerked and squealed again as more of that brutal looking shaft drove up her. I heard a frantic wriggling at the next table and saw a girl sprawl, moaning, across it, her hand up under her skirt.
“She might have waited and done it at the same time, so as not to distract one's attention.” whispered Stella. “No finesse!”
Back on the floor, poor Jean still knelt on the bench, about three-quarters of the dildo up her, now. Penny was now holding her round the hips, her hands moving between the spread legs. One more thrust and the dildo was in all the way, Penny's stomach tight against Jean's bottom. Then Penny began to give her long, hard, penetrating thrusts, each one bringing a moan from the recipient.
“She's giving her a jolly good old fucking,” murmured Stella, always fond of the vernacular. “They're 'husband and wife' in private life, you know.”
“Must be nice to get paid for doing what you enjoy anyway.”
Penny's hips were jerking backwards and forwards at speed now, and Jean was thrusting back strongly to meet her.
Then came an explosive gasp from Jean, she jerked wildly for a few moments.
“I–I'm c-coming!” she panted, “now!” The last word was almost a scream.
Penny reached behind her, grabbed the “balls,” squeezing them rapidly. There was a squelching sound as fluid was pumped into the madly jerking girl, running down her thighs and on to the floor. Penny herself jerked hard, moaning, as she pretended to have an orgasm. Jean collapsed forward on the bench and Penny drooped on top of her, both of them shaking and panting.
We watched them gradually recovering from their “intercourse” and saw Penny just withdrawing from Jean, when on to the floor, wearing a policeman's jacket and helmet, came George, waving a truncheon. The two girls took one look at her and ran, with George after them, calling on them to stop in the name of the law. Blackout!
“How about that?” said Stella, when she could make herself heard above the applause.
“Fantastic!” was the only word I could think of at the time.
“I'll phone Rose now-shan't be long. And don't get yourself picked up while I'm away-they'll all be madly sexy after that last scene, and they're not all that fussy about taking someone else's girl-friend, given half a chance. You'd be whipped into the toilet and have your panties down before you could say 'knife'!”
“I'll watch out. I'll say my boy-friend's just outside making a phone-call-or should I say 'girl-friend.' I'm not quite sure which category we come under.”
“I'd say it was a mutual arrangement, darling-I don't feel at all mannish and I'm sure you don't. Let's say we're girl-friends-intimate girl-friend!”
“What would they want to do to me if they got me in the toilet?” I asked.
“Oh, all sorts of things: have a feel round you, masturbate you, or get you to masturbate them. Or, after a preliminary feel round, try and date you for a bed tonight! So you sit tight and the only way they'll be able to get at your 'business end' will be by boring a hole from under the chair!”
The lights had gone up and the music started again: couples drifted on to the floor. It gave me a very odd feeling as I watched two pretty women in their thirties, gazing adoringly into each others eyes as they danced, exchanging kisses; they looked so absolutely feminine. I smiled at the thought-Stella and I looked just as feminine, felt just as feminine. I thought of Phil and Jane at home and took a long pull at my glass to wash it away.
“Care to dance?”
I looked up, startled, as the voice broke into my reverie. It was one of the real “male” types, in a dinner jacket; I looked into the mannish face and felt a little nervous as her eyes devoured me.
“Er-no, thanks-I'm just waiting for my-my friend to come back.” I looked over my shoulder a little apprehensively, hoping I'd see Stella coming back.
“Don't worry, you're quite safe,” she chuckled. “I don't cheat!”
She turned away and I gave a sigh of relief as Stella came back to the table.
“Made a date with you?” she grinned.
“Not likely! I said I was waiting for you and she said not to worry, as she didn't cheat.”
“No-some of them play square. Well, I spoke to Rose-she's asked us over for tea.” Stella lifted the bottle. “Let's finish this up and get a taxi-it's not far.”