Page 18 of Petting Penelope
Penelope
Rachel filled Penelope all the way up to the hilt with her fingers, and Penny thought she might expire.
Her breasts ached, her clit throbbed and her cunt was full with one—two, maybe three?—fingers.
“That’s it,” said Rachel, whispering in her ear, each word sending a new slew of tremors through Penelope’s body. “Take it for me.”
The fingerfucking was vigorous now, and Penny found herself slamming back against them in a desperate move to shift herself off the edge and into the pleasure that she’d been dying for. But each time she did, her cowbell rung and it reminded her once more what she was doing.
Who she was.
What she was.
A wet and desperate little hucow, being all filled up by Miss Rachel.
“Do you want to come for me?” asked Rachel, and Penelope couldhearthe wicked grin in her voice. “I know you do, my desperate Strawberry Moo. I can feel your cunt clenching roundmy fingers, desperate to milk an orgasm from them, the way I milked your udders.”
The last word was slightly hesitant, as if Rachel wasn’t quite sure whether Penny would like it. Like wasn’t the word. Her entire cunt spasmed and Penny teetered atop a steep precipice.
“Are you almost there, Penny?”
She nodded, her head hazy with desire.
“Not yet.”
She keened her disappointment.
“But, little moo, you can’t come before me. Otherwise, how am I going to knock you up and make your belly swell?”
Penny swallowed.
“I know, I know, I’m not even naked. So maybe, just maybe we should take a break.”
Penelope turned her head to the side, looking wildly for Rachel. Take a break? What? But that would mean…
“That would mean leaving you all drippy and desperate, yes, Strawberry Moo. How would you feel about that?”
“Mooooo,” said Penelope in protest, but she didn’t actually say no. And she didn’t safeword.
And then Rachel was leaning over her, driving her fingers in and out of Penny’s slick cunt, pushing her closer and closer… “Willow?”
Penelope didn’t even have to think about her answer. “No,” she croaked fiercely. “I’m not safewording out.”
“That’s my girl,” said Rachel, and slid her fingers out.
Penny’s cunt clutched at the sudden emptiness, before calming down. Her clit still throbbed insistently, and she almost wanted to cry.
“It’s lunchtime. I bet you’re pretty hungry after all that.” Rachel helped her up from the milking bench and Penelope scowled at her.
“You’re evil,” she said, and Rachel grinned back unrepentantly.
“I dare say I am, but I wasn’t kidding about wanting to come together.” She ran her hand over Penny’s belly. “You said you wanted me to breed you and so that, my sweet Strawberry Moo, is what I intend to do.”
Getting dressed again was torture. Her nipples were so hard that even the brush of fabric from her bra made her moan, and she could feel every millimeter of the material that covered her pussy.
Walking was even harder. Everything felt achy, and she shuddered when she moved.
“Where are you going?” asked Rachel and tugged Penelope down so that she could cuddle her.
