Pierre le Valle - Yes, My Darling Daughter!

The dance finished and they sat down again; they “talked and drank” some more, then began the seduction scene.

First, Penny's arm went around Jean's shoulders, then she was persuaded to a kiss. A hand went to her bosom, to be slapped away. It tried again, stayed. Jean acting all coy and keeping her head averted. The hand began to fondle and Jean to soften; Jenny's hand finally slipped down inside her dress and we could see the exaggerated movement of the hand squeezing the breast it was cupping. Jean gave free access to her lips, then.

There was a murmur of laughter as George came on, pointing towards the door and their faces registered embarrassed dismay. They stood up and slunk from the floor with bowed heads, while George picked up bottle and glasses and dusted the table. The spotlight went out; one or two people started to applaud, but that was only the beginning!

When the light came on again, it showed a park bench, with Jean and Penny taking up where they left off. Penny's hand kept sliding down the front of Jean's body to the hem of her skirt and getting slapped away every time it tried to slip under it. Kissing went on for a while, then the hand would try its luck again.

At last, we saw the hand slide up under the skirt, move up and down, stroking Jean's thighs; move higher — pause. A loud gasp came from Jean as she slapped Penny's face. Then Penny started all over again.

There were occasional gasps from some of the nearby tables as couples emulated the pair en the floor.

So the act went on, Penny whispering and Jean shaking her head. Then came the time when the hand was allowed to remain high under the skirt; there was plenty of movement there, now, and Jean's legs splayed open, to let us see the hand busily stroking at her crotch. Some more whispers, more shaking of Jean's head, but slower. Finally, shyly, she turned her head away from Penny and nodded. Penny whispered again and Jean looked at her with wide eyes, peered up and down as if to see if there was anyone coming, then slowly got to her feet.

First looking at Penny doubtfully, her hands then went behind her. She turned her back to us and pulled down a zip, wriggling to get the tight dress down her body, drawing loudly whispered offers from the audience as she deliciously waggled her plump bottom from side to side once the dress was past her hips.

Suspenders were slowly unfastened, shoes and stockings removed. She released her lovely large breasts, moving enough where she stood to make them sway from side to side, holding the bra out from her body before letting it fall to the floor with the rest of her things.

She made a real production number of getting out of her panties, starting to take them off as she faced us, turning as they got lower until her back was to us again and we saw the panties pulled down to the tops of her thighs, bringing more appreciative gasps from the onlookers as her full, white buttocks were revealed. When she turned back to face us, the front of her pants still covered her pubic hair; she looked coyly at us, then at Penny, and, with a swift movement, pushed the filmy panties right down, let them slide down her legs to her feet, then stepped out of them. She undipped the suspender-belt, dropped it, then looked challengingly at Penny, tapping her foot, as though to say, “well, I'm naked-what are you going to do about it?”

Penny, who had stood motionless while Jean stripped, off her jacket, followed it with her bow tie, unlaced her shoes and kicked them off. She unbuttoned her shirt and slipped it off, disclosing a tight man's vest underneath. Beneath the vest, we saw the two small, but firm-looking bulges of her breasts.

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.