The adventures of Penny Thompson

Ingredients list (mild spoilers):2 cups beach sand1 cup futanari/cis-woman sex1/2 cup sloppy blowjobs1/2 cup neighborhood drama2 tbsp intertidal public access law1 tube of sunscreen

"So how was your Sophomore year of college, girls?" Marci asked from her kitchen, while Penny and Mikayla claimed spots on her comfortable couch.

"Oh my gosh, I'm just glad it's over," Penny groaned as she lay her head against one arm of the couch and stretched her long legs over her girlfriend's lap. "I don't understand why I need to take all of these Math and English classes as an art major..."

"Because they know you'll end up as an accountant or an insurance actuary when all the creative jobs have been destroyed by AI," Mikayla said, tracing a glossy, black-painted fingernail up Penny's thigh.

"Rude!" Penny pinched her girlfriend's stomach, which quickly escalated to a giggling tickle fight. Mikayla was much shorter than Penny, but thicker and stronger. She quickly got the upper hand, straddling Penny's hips, pinning her slim arms up by her head, and biting at her neck until the ginger girl submitted, breathing heavily and whimpering.

Holding Penny's wrists up with one hand, Mikayla reached her other hand into Penny's shorts and fished out her rapidly hardening cock, nicknamed Nine for self-evident, non-metric reasons.

"But Marci is..."Penny breathed, but Mikayla interrupted her by whispering directly into her ear.

"Oh please, Marci has seen, felt, and tasted it before."Mikayla whispered back, grinning. Raising her voice, she said, "It's whatever. AI is a slop bubble pushed by billionaires, I bet it'll pop by the time we graduate."

"For your whole generation's sake, I hope so," Marci responded from her kitchen, oblivious to what was happening in her living room. "So, what are your summer plans?"

"I'm going to hang around with Red here for a few more weeks, then take the train back to Chicago to see the familial unit," Mikayla said while continuing to stroke her futanari girlfriend's penis, now fully deployed and twitching excitedly. A steady stream of glistening clear precum started trickling from Nine's opening, providing Mikayla's hand with much-needed natural lubrication.

"I'm um... I'm thinking about meeting up with Kayla and visiting her home for a while," Penny said, trying to maintain some coherent thoughts. "My...Oh wow, keep doing that... My parents are taking a cruise this summer, so I'll...Oh gosh, your thumb... I'll be on my own."

"Well I bet you'll have a wonderful time in Chicago, and you know where to find me if you get lonely," Marci said, still bustling around the kitchen.

After Penny had met Marci Hamada at Dr. Grace's sex clinic a couple of years earlier -- and vigorously fucked her,in a therapeutic capacity-- they had become close friends. Marci embraced her role as Penny and Mikayla's quasi-adopted mommy, having them over for dinners and holidays whenever they couldn't be with family.

They also periodically had playful, energetic threesomes.

"No sex on my couch without inviting me, or at least having a towel handy," Marci said as she carried a tray full of cookies and glasses of lemonade out to her coffee table.

"We're not having sex," Mikayla said sweetly as she took a drink with her left hand, while stroking Penny with her right, her dark brown skin contrasting with the pale flesh of her ginger girlfriend's girlcock and the copper red of her girlfriend's intimate curls. "I'm trying to stay off of my phone more, and I need something to fidget with."

"Hmm. Just don't make a mess on my pillows again, I'm not quite old enough to cover my furniture in plastic" Marci said, making Penny blush.

"What... what about you, Marci?" Penny asked, trying desperately to maintain a normal conversation while being jerked off in front of her older friend. "What are your summer plans while Dr. Grace is off on her talk tour?"

Marci's lover and business partner, Dr. Grace Fellows, had recently published her book,Release: Orgasm as Emotional Medicine.Penny was prominently thanked in the afterword.

"I'll probably just putter around the house, do some gardening, catch up on my C-Dramas," Marci said, sitting demurely across from the two girls and watching Penny's nine-inch cock twitching like a metronome. "Grace is having the time of her life, being the center of attention, signing books, giving lectures. She'll be away for a few months..."

Penny was distracted by the handjob she was receiving, but Mikayla, ever the empathetic goth, saw a hint of sadness in the older woman's expression.

"What's the matter, Marci?" Mikayla asked, gently petting Nine.

"Oh, I'm fine... I'm just feeling a bit winsome. When the weather starts to turn warm, I think about Henry. It's been... Oh my, fourteen years now since I lost him. He loved summer more than anything. Loved taking me to the beach, there's a little patch of sand just half an hour from here." Marci said with a sniffle. "I haven't gone since he died, now that I think about it."

"Let's fucking go, then,carpethediem, Mrs. Hamada," Mikayla declared, sitting up andcarpe'ing Penny's penis with sudden intensity, shocking her out of her horny haze.

"Oh gosh, yeah! Let us take you to the beach, Marci! You can show us your old stomping grounds, it would be so much fun!" Penny exclaimed, Nine bouncing with excitement.

"I'm not sure..." Marci said, "I'll bet none of my old swimsuits even fit me anymore..."

"One way to find out... Go try one on for us. We'll wait here," Mikayla said, waving Penny's cock in the direction of Marci's bedroom.

"You're going to have to wear a lot of sunscreen, Red," Mikayla said as they waited for Marci to return. "You practically burn if the classroom fluorescents are too bright."

"I'll... umm... make sure to cover up," Penny panted as Mikayla leaned in and nibbled on her pale neck.

Marci came back out from her bedroom, blushing deeply. "I don't know about this, girls..."

The older woman stepped onto the center of the living room, wearing a cute two-piece swimsuit, lime green with white polkadots. Marci's -- frankly enormous -- breasts were putting the tensile strength of the bikini's fabric through its paces.

The bottoms were a more generous cut, supporting and accentuating her ample backside without risking a total structural collapse. She had opted for a gauzy white sarong wrap that clung to her wide hips, technically providing more coverage but somehow managing to draw more attention to her plump curves.

Penny stared, open-mouthed. Mikayla's Penny-handling hand froze, mid-stroke. Nine dribbled a trickle of arousal.

"It's too much skin, isn't it," Marci said, embarrassed. "Nobody wants to see this much of a fat old lady..."

"I do..." Penny mumbled, raising her hand like she was answering a question in class. She began moving her hips unconsciously, grinding Nine against her girlfriend's hand as she stared at Marci's callipygian curves.

"Fuck that noise," Mikayla declared, gripping Penny's cock like she was flying a combat helicopter, "You're built like a goddamn fertility goddess."

"Um, Kayla, if you..." Penny mumbled.

"Marci Hamada, you are hot as shit," Mikayla said, jerking Penny off rapidly, now. "You have the most amazing tits I've ever seen, respectfully, and fuck anyone who has a problem with your beautiful body."

"Are you sure? You two aren't just humoring me?" Marci said doubtfully, but grinned and squeezed her breasts between her plump arms, causing a bit of her dark areolae to peek out from behind the top's abused fabric.

After Mikayla's edging and teasing, a glimpse of Marci's nipple was just too much. "Oh my gosh... I'm... gonna..." Penny moaned, closing her eyes and thrusting against Mikayla's hand.

"Not on the couch!" Marci cried, lunging forward, dropping to her knees, and placing her lips over Nine's pulsing head.

Realizing what was happening, Mikayla redoubled her efforts, grabbing onto Penny's erupting cock with both hands and pumping furiously while Marci frantically applied suction, trying to protect her furniture's fabric.

Penny cried out as a powerful orgasm ripped through her, shooting so much cum into Marci's mouth that it overflowed, dribbling down her shaft and over Mikayla's fast moving fingers.

As Penny's ejaculation subsided, Mikayla released Nine and licked her hands clean, while Marci sat back and daintily wiped her mouth with a napkin from the tea tray.

"Well then," Marci said, "let's go to the beach!"

The next day, Penny and Mikayla hopped onto the bus line near their dorm.

Penny wore a teal long-sleeved sun shirt, a pair of snug dark grey boyshort swimming trunks, and a big floppy sunhat that shaded her face and kept her unruly red curls in check. It was a somewhat ridiculous ensemble to be honest. But at least it would keep her pale ginger skin from burning, and the snug fabric did compliment her coltish figure.

Mikayla wore a structurally complex one-piece that seemed to be made mostly of grey and silver straps, contrasting deliciously with her brown skin. Her hair was tied up in a pair of puffballs, and she had brought a black parasol. She hadn't bothered with too much of her usual makeup, other than some glossy black lipstick. Several heads turned to watch her walk down the aisle of the bus.

The two girls made an odd pair, drawing some glances from the other passengers on the bus. But sitting next to each other, holding hands, chatting and giggling, they seemed entirely complimentary.

A few stops took them near Marci Hamada's house, and she joined them on the bus. The scandalously small bikini on the pleasingly plump older woman drew even more glances from the bus passengers. Realizing the reactions she was drawing, Marci turned bright red and quickly put on her gauzy coverup. It did not help.

Being the mommy of the trio, she had brought an enormous bag filled with snacks and towels and sunscreen. They rode the bus downtown, then transferred to a tram line that took them out of town to a suburban neighborhood that hugged the coast.

"It's so nice that they opened this line out here," Marci mused as they got off at the last stop. "You used to have to drive out here, and then try to find parking on a residential street."

The neighborhood was beautiful, narrow streets and sidewalks shaded with a canopy of mature trees. Most of the houses were older cottages and bungalows on small lots. Many had raised garden beds in their modest front yards, filled with tomatoes and peppers and all manner of green growing things. There was even a corner cafe, bustling with people.

But as they got closer to the beach the properties and lots grew larger and larger. The sidewalks petered out and disappeared, replaced with expansive grass lawns, stone walls, and long, gated driveways.

"I'm starting to get a bad feeling about this place," Mikayla said, taking Penny's hand protectively. "Some realraisins in potato saladvibes, if you know what I mean."

"None of these new houses were here ten years ago," Marci mused. "Well, there should be an empty lot between two houses at the end of this cul-de-sac, with a walking path that goes down to the beach. It's a beautiful stretch of white sand, about a hundred feet of it at low tide," Marci said.

"So, tell us about Henry?" Penny asked as they walked. "If it doesn't make you sad, I mean!"

"Oh, Penny dear, of course it makes me sad," Marci sighed. "I miss him every day. But grief is the evidence of love, and I loved him dearly."

She took Penny's other hand and squeezed it affectionately, the three women now connected, touch to touch. "Henry was wonderful. Caring, curious, artistic... A mediocre guitar player, but so in love with music... He worked hard to provide for our family, a journeyman electrician! He was strong, and patient..."

"Aww, that's so sweet... What about the fucking?" Mikayla chimed in, flashing a hungry grin.

Marci pushed her shoulder into Penny, which pushed Penny into Mikayla, making all three of them lose their balance for a giggling moment. "I didn't have any complaints! He wasn't as well-endowed as our sweet Penny here, but he was very good in bed. Playful, silly... Oh God, I remember this one time, he had found these googly eyes and..."

Marci trailed off as they approached the end of the cul-de-sac.

"Wait... there used to be a path here..." Marci said as she looked around with growing alarm. A white-painted cinderblock wall had been put up along the property lines of two huge houses. Spaced along the wall in what seemed like an aggressive frequency were metal signs that read,"Private Property, No Public Beach Access, No Trespassing."A wrought-iron fence gave a glimpse of the old path beyond, but it was padlocked.

An older white woman walked by, with her Standard Sized Poodle on a leash. She was wearing capris and a flowy linen shirt embroidered with flowers. Noticing Marci's obvious distress -- and skimpy swimsuit -- she stopped and frowned sympathetically. "It's a damn shame, isn't it? All this went up a few years ago. The homeowners got tired of people playing on the beach behind their house, making noise, leaving garbage behind... So they started blocking off beach access. Putting up fences and walls, towing improperly parked cars, making a fuss at the neighborhood council."

"Ms. Rosemary, hi!" Penny piped up, recognizing the woman as the owner of her favorite witchy bookstore downtown,Rosemary's Grimoire. Mikayla and she had spent many idle hours browsing the chaotic shelves and making out in the darker corners of the shop. "I didn't know you lived all the way out here?"

"Well why would you, kiddo? I've got a life outside of theGrimoire,y'know." The woman said with a grin. She was in her late fifties, her silver hair cut into playful bangs. The edges of myriad tattoos peeked out from her blouse, and her many piercings glinted in the summer sun.

"Lived out here since the 70s, when my girlfriends and I bought a bungalow together. The neighborhood was different then, of course, no way I could afford to buy it now. None of these McMansions, no Homeowners Association. We'd have big bonfires out on the beach, go skyclad, get stoned and watch the tide go in and out. Not anymore."

"No, that's bullshit," Mikayla said firmly, glaring through the gate, down the hill and toward the water. "I mean, all private property ownership is bullshit. But this, specifically, is illegal. Intertidal land between low tide and high tide are public property in this state, even if the land above high tide is private property. We have the right to use that beach, and so do you and your coven, and so does everyone else."

Everyone turned to stare at the fired up drama goth. "What?" she shrugged. "My parental units are always involved in some kind of squatters rights protest or something, I've picked up a little."

"So... what do you think we should do, Kayla?" Penny asked, eyes wide and pleading.

"What I think would get me demonetized on most platforms," Mikayla said with an eye roll. "But how about a protest action? Civil disobedience. Gather a crowd, cut the lock on the gate, storm the beach, occupy it until the tide comes in."

"That feels awfully aggressive," Marci said uncertainly. "I don't want to cause trouble, and I certainly don't want to get the two ofyouinto trouble. Maybe we should just go home, girls. It's good to see you, Rosemary."

Penny frowned thoughtfully. "What if... What if we did something else? Something kinder... But still public and obvious, impossible to ignore. Ms. Rosemary, is there something the neighborhood could really use?"

The older woman tapped her chin thoughtfully, making her multitudinous rings and bracelets jingle.

"Well now... One of the reasons the HOA gave for blocking off beach access was that people would litter down there. Beer cans, paper plates, that sort of thing. But it seems to me, there were unintended consequences to shutting things down."

"Oh shit, I know this!" Mikayla said. "There's an Urbanist term for it,'Eyes on the Street.'When lots of people use a space, the space naturally becomes safer and cleaner. People behave better when other people are watching, and they're more likely to take care of a place that they care about."

Rosemary nodded. "Yeah, that's right. A few careless beachgoers would litter, but most of us cleaned up after ourselves. We'd also pick up the flotsam that came to shore, because nobody wants to use a beach covered in sea trash. Now that nobody visits, the beach is all clogged up with nets and fishing line, plastic and styrofoam..."

"Oh. Em. Gosh. I know what we should do!" Penny squealed, bouncing excitedly. "We should organize a trash pickup! If we could get down to the beach and clean it up, maybe it will show the neighborhood that it's better to let people use the beach than to block it off!"

"During low tide, the shoreline is walkable for a long way," Marci mused. "We could access the beach from farther down the coast, walk on the intertidal, and not have to cross anyone's property the whole way."

"You know... It just so happens the HOA council meets this afternoon. Right over there in Alice Sanderson's house, actually," Rosemary said, a grin slowly forming on her face. "If the council looks out her picture window and sees a crowd down on the beach picking up trash, it'll have an impact. I could gather the old coven, some likeminded neighbors. If I make some phone calls, I bet I could have a dozen people with gloves and garbage bags here by Noon."

"Oh girls, I love this!" Marci exclaimed with an excited jump that made her ample breasts jiggle. "I wonder though, could we do anything else to make the event more attention-grabbing?"

"Umm... You could bounce around like that," Penny giggled, staring at her friend's barely contained tits, still rippling with the aftershocks.

"Oh fuck, that's it!" Mikayla yelled. She had been furiously tapping at her phone ever since Ms. Rosemary mentioned skyclad bonfires, and now held it up like a glowing beacon of liberty. "Nude trash pickup! I searched up the HOA compact for the neighborhood. This area is historically designated as a clothing-optional beach. They blocked off access, but they never bothered to change the rule. We get a crowd of naked neighbors down on the sand picking up trash, and every fucking soul in the neighborhood is going to know about it. There's no way they can ignore it!"

Penny stared at her girlfriend with increasing alarm as Mikayla explained her plan, until her freckled face was bright red.

"But Kayla, everyone will... They'll see my everything!"

"Relax kiddo, you're cute as a button," Rosemary said reassuringly. "And nude beaches aren't about sex anyway, not really. It's about being free and relaxed in nature, enjoying the water and the sun as the Goddess intended."

"Well, but..." Penny trailed off helplessly, looking to Marci for help.

"Penny is a bit special," Marci said, rather cryptically. "She's... Easily excited, and might draw the wrong kind of attention to the cause."

"Let me worry about that," Mikayla said, grabbing Penny's hand. "I'll keep you and Nine under control."

"Nine? Nine what?" Rosemary asked quizzically.

As the warm summer sun climbed in the sky, Rosemary led Penny and her compatriots down the street that abutted and blocked off the coastal edge of the neighborhood, toward a gap in the properties that would allow access during low tide.