Penny’s questions and Her kisses Started it all

As I pushed my way into her virginity slowly, she smiled, “Oh, Don… that feels so good. Thank you for making me orgasm. Did I taste okay?”

“Like chlorinated swimming pool water.”

She burst with laughter, her belly laugh was causing quick, upward thrusts of her hips. By the time her laughter transformed into moans of pleasure, I was about to fill her with a load of cum. When I tugged her hips and began bathing her insides, she grabbed my hands and her eyes widened. Both of us hit high, staccato notes as we came at the same time. My last three streams shot into her as I fell onto her body and smothered her face with kisses of the strongest love.

It took us five minutes of catching our breath before either of us could speak. She went first, “I never want this to end. You probably don’t want to hear this, but there’s no doubt in my mind that I’m totally in love with you, Don Parker.”

It was exactly what I wanted to hear, “I think we might have to do this one more time for me to make sure I love you; you game?”

She jumped on top of my semi-hard cock and started rubbing her leaking cunt against it… BAZINGA! It worked. In less than a minute, Ol’ Fat Boy was at full staff and she was riding him with a passion. Her red hair was bouncing; her firm, gorgeous tits were putting on a show. She had another orgasm within minutes and yet another one when I blew my second load.

“I have a question, Penny; would…” she stopped me and touched her lips, puckering. My sloppy dick slid out of her when our lips met. I looked her in the eyes and asked, “Would you marry me, Penny… tonight? Right now? I don’t ever, ever, ever want to spend another night without you. You little shit; what have you done to me?”

Twenty years later………

“So, Honey, we made the thirty-five minute trip across the state line to a Justice of the Peace. For a fee of forty dollars, he was able to issue a marriage license and perform the ceremony. We always disagreed on how many times we fucked that first night… I say it was nine; she always said it was eight.

“She didn’t figure on getting pregnant, but nine months and four days later…”

“I love it when you tell that story, Dad. I miss Mom so much.”

Sissy threw her leg over me and impaled herself on Fat Boy, “Now, shoot another batch of cum in me and tell me the story of when you fucked Grandma by mistake.”