Mormon Chicks Like Big
Penny's Story - 2
(Publish date August, 2011 - Minor changes 3-10-2012)
This is part 2 of a
sent to me for
publishing on this website.
I wanted to kill Mike and that slut
wife of his, Lisa. Knowing they had initiated my
daughter into sex had me into a rage.
I tried to call Mike the evening of our sexual
adventure. He wouldn't answer his phone.
Next day I went over to his house.
He wasn't there.
to the bank. They hadn't seen him.
He had disappeared.
Days later I learned he had been
transferred to a branch in Provo.
I continued to call,
e-mail, and write notes and letters. I
got no response from any of them. It was certain he
was hiding from me.
finished her last days of high school and graduated with top
honors. However, she was a shell
of her old self. She was withdrawn and
so very angry with me. I couldn't break
through to her. Her father thought it
was just graduation remorse. That her
world was changing and she was sad.
Her world had changed alright.
She was no longer our little
girl. But, her fool for a Dad didn't
have a clue and neither would have I had I not
stumbled across her secret. How could I
have been so blind? I thought I was in
tune with my daughter, but I had been asleep at the wheel.
Yes, I wanted to commit murder.
Mike then Lisa, or Lisa then Mike. I was going
crazy. My world was falling apart.
I was on the verge of going over the edge. I
had never felt so out of control in all my life. I
thought my heart was going to break knowing what had
happened to my beautiful daughter.
I made trip to Provo to see Mike,
but they said he’d taken a couple days off so couldn’t find him.
I went on to Salt Lake City
to cut Lisa's heart out but couldn't find her either. It
was probably a good thing considering my state of mind.
Cindy left to work
that summer at Zion National Park. She
was never willing to say one word about her
encounters with Mike and Lisa. She was
planning to work the summer, then start
college in the fall on an academic scholarship at
Southern Utah University.
I muddled through first days of
summer trying to fake a smile so the world wouldn't know how bad
I was hurting.
Out jogging one morning I passed
Mike's house to find a moving van loading household content.
Mike wasn't there, just the men in the
loading crew. The son of a bitch had
come during the dead of night and left before sunrise. What
an ass hole.
Then, a few days after the 4th of
July, just as I had about given up all hope of ever seeing or
talking to Mike, I received a phone call from him.
He said he was driving
a motor home from Rexburg, Idaho to Las Vegas
for his uncle. He would swing out of his
way if I wanted to talk for an hour or so.
Finally I was going to get the face to
face I had so desperately wanted since we had passionately
kissed each other good-by three months earlier. I
wanted to call him dirty names, to scream and cuss and unload on
him, but I held my tongue.
"When and where?"
I asked. I told him I'd be there.
I was lucky Jim and my son Josh had
gone on a fishing trip to Wyoming.
I didn't have to lie to anyone in order
to meet Mike.
Mike pulled the monster
RV unit into the
church parking lot at 10:30 that night. I
stepped inside and told him to drive, while I stayed
in the back out of site. I didn't want
anyone seeing us. Ten minutes later we
were clear of town and I joined him up front.
Our moment of confrontation began ...
“I don’t even know where to begin.”
I started slow, trying to keep my
emotion in check.
“I can understand that you have
right I have questions!” My voice raising with
my temper, “Just where
in the hell do you and your slut wife get off seducing my
daughter? Do you have one ounce of
remorse over your actions?
don’t have a clue how close you and your whore wife have come to
being in jail.”
“That wouldn’t be a good idea.” Mike
said with a calm and collected voice.
“And why the hell shouldn’t I, you
fucking prick?” Oh how I wanted to
lash out and hit him.
“Park this fucking boat!”
I demanded. I wanted all his attention
and not to die in the crash if I did decided
to cut his fucking throat. I’d
thought about bringing a gun and shooting his ass.
Part of me wished I had.
A small part was glad I
hadn’t armed myself.
It was dark and Mike pulled off the
highway on a little side road that led to a camping spot by the
river some fifteen miles south of town.
was big enough to turn around if no one was camping there.
We were lucky, no one was
at the site. He stopped, turned off the engine and
turned to me in the last twinges of twilight.
I was beyond angry, and no one to
talk to. I couldn't talk to my husband. Cindy wouldn't talk to
me. I couldn't talk to any of my
friends. Mike had disappeared. I was going crazy with a thousand
questions and no answers.
"It wouldn’t be wise to call the
authorities for several reasons.” Mike began answering my
“Just give me one good reason why I
I’ll give you a dozen he said.
“First, think about what it would do to your image.
People would think your
family was dysfunctional. You
would be the talk of the town.
Second, it would come out that you and I had an
affair. That would
bring the wrath of the church down on you. You’d
get excommunicated. The Bishop (my
husband Jim) would divorce you. I ’d go to
jail and my daughter would be without a father. It
would bring shame to your daughter who has all ready been hurt
by this. And, she
would never testify against Lisa or I.”
Mike stopped talking and just looked
at me waiting for my reply.
knew all of his arguments were true. I
couldn’t find reasonable words of argument so
with tears rolling down my cheeks, I responded.
“You’re a fucking
asshole!” hoping my words would cut deep.
“I guess I had that coming.” Mike
“Well maybe you have this coming,
too!” I slapped Mike in the face as hard
as I could. He just stared at me
with no reaction. I slapped
him again. It felt good to finally lash
out at someone. To do something besides
hold my anger at bay. On the third
attack he caught my hand, said that was enough and kissed me
He dropped my attacking
hand, grabbed my head and held me firm in that kiss. I
melted. I cried and I melted.
Within seconds I was kissing him back. My
extreme anger had transitioned to an uncontrollable wave of
sexual desire. I wanted this man, and I
wanted him so very bad. I wanted to hate
him for what he’d done to my daughter and to me and our family.
But I also wanted him to fuck
me. I needed him in the worst way.
The kiss of fire and passion never
He reached down and
grabbed the cheeks of my ass. One
in each hand and began vigorously massaging. That
served to turn me on even more. I jumped
up encircling him with my legs and he started carrying me
towards the back of the motor home. He
felt so damned good, and so
me down as we reached the bed. We
broke our embrace long enough to pull our clothes off as quickly
as we could. Now we were totally nude
Our sexual reunion commenced. This
was a sexual rite of passage that was ours to experience and
enjoy. I’d had make up sex most of my
married life, but it was never this intense. Not
even close. I had to have him inside me.
There was no foreplay.
There was no need for
that. My anger and our heated
verbal exchange had taken care of that. The
wetness was running out of me and down my inner thighs.
I needed him in me now and as deeply as he
could get. He needed the same thing.
He was quickly inside and driving into me as hard and
as deeply as possible with all the moans, groans and whispered
raunchy phrases that were as naked as we were.
“Fuck me!” I demanded.
“I’m going to do just that.
I'll fuck you till you can’t stand up!” he announced.
And, he proceeded to
do just that.
“Oh my God; I’m coming!”
I loudly announced as my
moans had gone to cries and then to screams. Tears
of ecstasy were running down my cheeks. My
whole body was shaking uncontrollably as it slammed hard into
the wall of blissful climax.
A short time later we lay in each
other’s arms, covered in sweat and trying to catch our breath.
“You are the most amazing lady.”
Mike commented, “I have never been with anyone like you.”
I couldn’t leave it alone. “Does
that include my daughter?”
He looked at me for the longest
time, then responded, “Yeah,
including your daughter.”
His comment took me by surprise.
wasn’t sure how to deal with it. “Are you going to see her
again?” I finally asked.
“I have been seeing her.” Mike
responded. “And yes, I’m going to be seeing her again.”
“You mean you have and are going to
continue fucking her?”
I asked with raunchy sarcasm and for my own clarification.
“Yes!” Mike responded with no
hesitation. “I love your daughter,"
Again, I was caught in a mental
whirlpool that was spinning faster than my mind could
Twirling and twisting and pulling at my mind
like a single kernel of popcorn in a whirlwind. He
had been with her since this all came to a head. He
planned on seeing her. He planned on
fucking her, and now he was telling me that he loved her. A
married man just announced to me that he was in love with my
daughter. What the fuck was happening to
me? What was happening
Mike noticed that his words were
responsible for my state of confusion and took my moment of
vulnerability to establish a new ground rule.
I think the only way we can put any closure on this whole
circumstance is to face it with brutal honesty. I
know what I said has upset you, but I want and need to be
totally and completely honest with you. So,
no more lies, no more games, just the truth no matter how it
hurts. That’s a promise.
That’s what you get from me.”
“How did this all start?” I asked,
wanting an answer to my why.
“Cindy was babysitting for us, and
she and Lisa became very close.” Mike started. “I had no idea it
had turned sexual until the night of my birthday last September.
was babysitting Kaylee while Lisa and I went out for dinner.
Lisa had been talking all night about
the special surprise she had for me when we got home. S
he told me to go into the bedroom and take my clothes
off. I thought she was paying Cindy and
that Cindy had left.
Lisa came in and tied me
down on the bed. Not so upsetting as she
and I had done this on a number of times. I
thought I was going to have light S&M sex with my wife.
She strips part way down for me. She
is standing there in a loose black half slip that
covered her panties and
her garter belt. Her garter belt
held up sexy nylon stockings. She still
had her strap on pumps while she used a silk
scarf to blindfold me. She lit
candles and turned music on.
I was ready for our special night of
Mikes description had my attention
so I encouraged him to continue.
“We were well into my birthday sex
before I discovered that it wasn’t my wife giving me a blow job.
was a stranger in our bedroom. Lisa was
conducting the sexual adventure with soft words of encouragement
and touches. Four hands and two sets of
lips were caressing me.
Then I was being
straddled and someone lowered themselves down on me. I
was all the way in when I heard her moan. That's
when I knew. Lisa removed my blindfold
and I was staring into Cindy’s beautiful face. They
both told me happy birthday. Cindy
controlled the pace at Lisa’s instruction. I
was the tool, but it was Lisa helping Cindy with her first
Once she was down on me
all the way she started a slow up and down to get use to the
idea. At one point I raised my hips to
help the coupling, but Lisa put her hand on my stomach and told
me to stop. All I could do is watch as
this beautiful teenage girl used me to fulfill her fantasy.
With Lisa’s instruction
and encouragement, Cindy came with all the
intensity and abandonment of a woman who had been doing this her
whole life as opposed to it being her first
Mike’s description of the
event had me mesmerized. I visualized my
daughter and her first sexual encounter with a man. Not
the teenage boy and playing in back seat of a car down by the
lake kind of encounter. No, it was in
the bed of a married man with his wife in attendance. I
couldn’t get my mind around it. It hurt so bad,
yet it turned me on. What kind of a
crazy woman was I becoming? This whole
thing was a nightmare from hell and it was, as it had been for
months, driving me crazy.
Mike could see my expressions.
I’m not sure what he was readingme.
Whether is was hurt, anger, or
lust, so he just continued. “I was not
wearing protection. I panicked when I
realized that I was about to come inside this beautiful young
girl. Lisa read my mind and told me not
to worry. So, I released inside her and
she came with an audible half moan, half cry of joy. She
collapsed down onto me and I wrapped my arms around her. She
raised her head and kissed me full on the lips. It
was obvious that she had just
first sexual intercourse with a man.”
“I had enjoyed the sex with her, but
I was scared shitless. She
was underage, and we, Lisa and I had just committed a crime.”
“Lisa finally pulled Cindy off me
and onto her back next to me
She went down on Cindy, eating her for a few
minutes, then came up and kissed her. Thus,
making her taste my cum mixed with her own.
They whispered sweet words back and forth.
I was trying to fully comprehend what the hell
had just happened. Next thing I knew,
Cindy was sucking on me, and Lisa was telling her to enjoy the
taste of the mixture of herself and of
“When I was hard again, which didn’t
take much, Lisa got on and had Cindy straddle my face.
fucked me, they kissed, and I used my mouth on the sweetest
teenage pussy a man could have ever known.
I didn’t mind for one second that I had
just minutes earlier cum inside her.
was one of the most erotic things I had ever done in my life.”
“So, that’s how it all started.”
I realized that I had taken hold of
his semi-hard cock.
I was stroking him as he related the story of how he
and his slut wife fucked my beautiful daughter for the first
time. His description had turned me on
and I was playing with him. Can you believe it? I can’t.
We continued to cuddle and talk and
continued playing with his very lovely cock.
had never been infatuated with the male instrument, but it truly
was a beautiful thing. I ran my finger
nails up one side a few times around the head, and then down the
other. I watched in
amazement as it started to grow. In all
my married years I had never given Jim’s penis, cock in a
language us wanton women use, this much attention. I
liked looking at it. I liked touching
it. I liked watching it react to my
touching. I wanted to kiss it, to suck
it. And then I realized, I didn’t have
to ask anyone’s permission.
I kissed the head.
my tongue to the pee hole, and then took the head into my mouth
and sucked in good and hard. I heard
Mike moan in pleasure. So,
I took as much of him into my mouth as I could. I
took it all the way to the back of my throat and then
out again. Slowly licking around the
head a few times and then back to sucking the head.
He moaned again. Oh,
how I loved the taste, the smell, the texture of this
magnificent organ. Still coated in my
own juices, it had a flavor that was nothing
short of erotic for me.
“You like that?” I asked.
So I did another round and felt him
get even harder. I
wanted to finish him off. I also wanted
to make love to him again. To
have him put this most beautiful thing into
me. I was wondering which way to go when Mike tugged at my body
indicating that he wanted me to stop sucking him.
He wanted to cum with me joining him
face to face. I kissed him, letting him savor the
taste of himself from my lips.
Then, I once again flashed
in my mind that he had done this with his wife
and my daughter many times. I was asking myself how
I could let a man fuck me that had fucked my own daughter.
My answer to myself that I didn't really care. I needed
Mike to fuck me again.
With him on his back I straddled him.
While holding his lovely cock at the right angle, I lowered myself
onto him and took control of our lovemaking. This time was slow
and very, very passionate.
“So you and I are having sex, and
you’re having sex with my daughter.” I think that’s a bit
strange don’t you?” I voiced the image that was bouncing around
in my head.
“It’s very complicated.
you that.” He hesitated as if he were trying to find the right
words. “Look, I don’t know what’s going to happen here. It’s
much more than I can get my mind around. Not sure I even want to
try. All I know is I’m taken by you both. I know that someday
soon I’ll most likely have to make a choice. I’ll put that
decision point off as long as I can.”
“A choice between me and my
daughter?” I asked.
“Yes” he answered without
“What about Lisa and Kaylee?” I
decided I needed to change the subject.
“Lisa and I are getting a divorce.
In fact, if all goes well, we’ll have it completed in the next
couple weeks. Right now Kaylee is with Lisa’s mom.
going for joint custody, so am sure we can work things out.”
“How the hell can you let that
cheating whore have joint custody of your little girl? She
cheated on you and walked away from the marriage. You can’t let
that little girl be around her lifestyle.” I lectured Mike,
feeling my anger at him start to build again.
“I know Lisa, and here is the way it
will go down.
She will get tired of the mommy gig very quickly
and I’ll end up with Kaylee full time. It will be better this
way. I won’t have to fight her in the courts. Trust me, I
know what I’m doing.”
“That little girl is the most
important aspect of this whole thing.” I continued my lecture.
“You just can’t let her get hurt, no matter what.”
“I couldn’t agree more.”
“I want you to come with me to
Vegas.” Mike said.
I didn’t even hesitate, “Of course.”
As if there were a real decision to be made.
“I’m going to pick up Cindy in
Laverkin.” Mike announced.
Wow! I didn’t expect that. What the
hell does he want, a threesome with me and my daughter. My anger
was rekindled. Actually it was right on
the surface. It only
took a simple statement like that to get me going again. I was fuming and
trying to find an answer.
“She and you have some issues that
need to be worked out.
This might be a good opportunity for
you two to talk.”