Penny_(1)

Erotic novels by Gail Holmes

“PENNY”

Paul leaned back in his seat gazing into the wing mirror; he was full of pride of his newfound pleasure. The powerful Landrover thought nothing of its load, although the train weight was incredibly high as the tourer was state of the art. The cost was incredible: but it was what he’d always wanted, he watched as the tourer snaked smoothly behind them as Penny sped along the open road.

“I think we should stop for a break soon” She smiled across to him.

Penny had been driving now for four hours, but she knew that Paul wanted to make their destination before dark, they’d had so many hold ups, the last being a bank hold-up in Bath and that was for at least an hour.

“I’m sure you’re right, if I’m not mistaken there should be a large lay-by about five miles ahead. There’s no point in carrying on today; I think we’ve done well under the circumstances, no one would believe the hindrances we’ve had on this trip.



Paul’s company had made him redundant, receiving a hansom sum; mind you he had been with them for twenty years. He’d never married, but had lodged with Penny’s mother the last seventeen years; she’d died two years ago. Her mother had always lead Penny to believe that Paul was her real father, her husband had walked out on her shortly after Penny’s arrival, she’d taken Paul in to help with their finances, although he was free to go when ever he wished, however he had stayed.

“Here…here we are; pull in its nice and wide, if we go down a mite, we’ll be away from the traffic noise”

Penny drove into the lay-by avoiding the large potholes, pulling up about half way into it.

“My, it’s a bit rough Dad; however I think we’re on level ground, I’ll put the kettle on if you like to check the unit out, then we’ll have a well earned sit down. It’ll be getting dark soon!” Penny implied reaching for the door handle.

Paul got out of the passenger seat and made straight for the toolbox, removing the lever to lower the jacks on the tourer. Already Penny was inside filling the kettle, and by the time Paul had finished jacking up the tourer, tea was on the table.

“There’s a bit on the telly about that bank robbery, by all accounts there we’re four men in the hold up and they got clean away!” Penny informed him as he sat at the table.

“Here’s your tea Dad!”

“God, what a tiring day, you’d never think it would have taken us all this time to get just this far?” Paul mused, picking up his cup, his eyes not leaving the telly. “I wonder how much they got away with?” Paul inquired as the robbery was repeated.

“They did say, I know it was well over eight figures; so they won’t be short of a bob or two!” Penny laughed. “I’m going to take a shower, perhaps we could watch a film later.

“I think I’ll check outside, button everything up before it gets too dark. I don’t want to have to do it once we’re settled down, we’ll have an early night and start off early at daybreak!”

Paul went straight to the Landrover collecting a torch, he didn’t want to venture to far from the unit; he shone the torch up and down the lay-by after hearing a noise, the beam caught the outline of a car standing in the darkness. He’d heard nothing, he was sure that it wasn’t there when he and Penny arrived.



“How many of you in the caravan then?” The voice came from behind him; turning suddenly shining the torch into the face of the man, but before he could answer, as he was grabbed from the side, something was held up tightly towards his throat.

“I really do think you should answer!” Implied the man with the weapon from behind him

“Just my daughter and myself! We have nothing to offer you!” Paul stammered, feeling now what appeared to be a knife at his throat, the other man pulled his arms behind his back forcing them upwards, the pain was excruciating.

“Not even a cup of tea?” Replied the man with the knife, taking his shoulder and pushing him forward. “Come on lets taste this hospitality of yours, it’s getting bloody cold out here!” he snapped, pushing him around to the doorway on the rear of the caravan. When they reached the door it was only then that he realised that there we’re now four men, he was ushered up the steps and pushed into the doorway. The tallest squashed passed him, allowing himself to view the interior.

“So where’s this daughter of yours then?” He snarled back to Paul, then started to move around inside.

“I can hear water running Ron! It’s coming from up there,” The man holding the knife informed him, pointing the knife in the direction of the bathroom.

Ron was tall and thick set, a blacker man Paul had never seen; the one with the knife looked as if he wouldn’t say boo to a goose, should he not have the protection of his friends. The other two slumped into the armchairs.

“You must have a bit of toot to meet the expense of a set-up like this old chap?” Implied one of the men pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.

Paul took umbrage somewhat to his insinuation of being an old chap; He didn’t think 42 was that old, at least not now a days.

“Just saved a bit of cash over the years” He lied, knowing full well that it was part of Penny’s mother’s money, with some of his own from his redundancy money.

There was a noise from the bathroom, Ron turned suddenly towards the door.

“Go and check her out Billy!” He said ushering Billy forward. Thankfully he’d put the knife away at this stage, making his way toward the door of the bathroom, and waited.

“You’ve got that telly up loud Dad; have you gone deaf?” Penny had her head wrapped in the towel as she stepped from the door, not noticing Billy standing behind her.


“What have we here then! I bag’s two’s up Ron?” Billy’s hand went straight up between Penny’s legs with a jolt, lifting Penny into the air, never as yet had her pussy been touched by man.

She was to swift for him to move his finger into her moist fissure, turning sharply her housecoat released at the front allowing Billy full observation of her petite breasts. For nineteen she was a very small girl looking much younger.

Pulling the sides of the housecoat together Penny flicked her lengthy red hair over back over her shoulder.

“Who the hell are these people Dad?” Her eye’s never leaving Billy’s hands

“Get you in there my beauty!” Billy implied pushing her forward by her bottom toward the lounge

Ron viewed the young girl as she strolled slowly towards him.

“Sit yourself down!” Ron pointed to the armchair immediately in front of him. Penny slowly sat drawing her housecoat over her knees as much as she could.

“My you are a little beauty aren’t you?” He smiled, “How old is she then?” He turned to Paul, with a smile.

“Fifteen!” Paul replied abruptly, in the hope that at this age she’d be left alone.

“Good try! But we don’t believe you!” One of the other men said with a grin on his face.

Billy walked up behind Penny’s chair, looking down the front of the housecoat, having full view of her firm breasts. He looked across to the others pulling a face gesturing with his hand held tightly on his cock. Paul started to stand from his seat.

“Keep away from her you bastard!” Paul snarled, starting to move towards her.

“You sit yourself down!” Ron grabbed his arm ripping him back into the chair. “How old are you?” Ron raised his voice looking Penny straight in the eye.

Penny now felt for her father, she knew as to why he’d stated fifteen, it was obvious they would take it out on him, at every chance they could.

“Nineteen…why do you ask?” Penny pushed her hands between her legs as she spoke.

“She old enough for it Ron!” Billy sniggered

Ron leaned back for a moment and then smiled “I suppose you’ll tell me that you’ve never been fucked then?”

“As a matter of fact…no I haven’t been fucked as so you crudely put it; do you mine if I go and put some clothes on?”

“On the contrary I’d like you to take some off!” Ron sat forward in his chair, his eyes glued to her knees.

“What do you want with us?” Paul blurted out. “Just leave us alone.

“If you don’t shut you’re mouth I’ll shut it for you!” Ron snarled without turning away from Penny.

“Leave him Dad, he’s not worth it!”

“Open your legs!” Ron snapped.

“I don’t thin so!”

“I think you’re taking this a little to far!” Paul started to stand once more.

The other man who had spoken leaped from his chair punching Ron in the face, knocking him back into his chair.

“She’ll do as she’s told, now shut it…Daddy”

“Alright Brian…leave him; I think she’s got the message!” Ron looked at Paul who was now holding his cheek.

“Are you going to do as I request or has Dad got to take another smack in the mouth?” Ron turned back to Penny as he spoke.

Penny looked to Paul who was now dabbing blood from the corner of his mouth.

“Well!” Snapped Ron. “Bloody well open them, or I’ll have them open for you!”

Penny looked across toward him, his bloodshot eyes glared into hers, an uglier man she hadn’t seen, unshaven, a scar running down his left cheek, with thick lips so prominent they virtually touched the end of his nose, which looked as if it had been broken on many occasions. His eyes moved down, when she slowly opened her legs.

Billy headed round to the front, sitting between Ron and Penny; she looked down at him, his eyes glued in front of him. He looked as if he hadn’t washed for a week.

“Wider! Let’s all see then!” Ron said with a smirk, turning toward Paul. “Bet she’s had that concealed for a couple of years Pop?”

“It’s truly stunning…never been fucked; what about fingered?” Ron grinned up toward Penny.

“Leave the poor girl alone…she’s not used being spoken to like this!” Paul pleaded.

“Shut it!” Ron snarled, towards him. They like you to talk dirty to them now and again!”

“It’s alright Dad! I understand what he’s saying. And the answer is no!” Penny confirmed, feeling somewhat humiliated by his glaring eyes.

“Come you over here!” Ron snapped, edging himself forward in his chair.

The abruptness of his voice startled Penny somewhat.

“Come! Come over here now!” Ron raised his voice at this stage, as to show his authority towards the others.

“Tell her Ron!” Billy turned back toward the aggressor.

Penny slowly eased her legs together and stood from her chair.

“Come…stand in front of me!”

The men watched as Penny indolently walked towards him, stopping just two feet away.

“A little closer if you don’t mind!”

Penny moved forward.

“Now…open you’re legs…please!” he smiled up to her

As Penny opened her legs Ron put his finger up into his mouth as to wet it; then opened the housecoat easing her legs wider apart.