In this 8 chapter series, a petulant 15 yo hottie becomes the sex toy of an older man. In Chapter 1, fleeing from her arguing parents, 15 yo Brenda, ends up at her BFF's dad house for the night...
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My life has really sucked these last three years. I was twelve and looking forward to starting 7th grade at Herbert Hoover Junior High, when my parents began arguing. Oh, they argued before, but they were arguing a lot more... mainly about money. We lived in a really nice house, just down the street from my BFF, Jenny. Suddenly we had to move, from our nice big house to a much smaller ghetto house several blocks away. Then Mom had to turn in her leased Lexus for a rinky-dink Honda. Not only that, but Daddy had to turn in his Escalade for a used Chevrolet junker. My allowance went to zero and they took away my debit card. How did they expect me to buy the things I needed? It's all so embarrassing!
That was then. Now three years later, my mom and dad are openly engaged in marital warfare. I suppose things were pretty shitty for them before that, like when my dad lost his business, the house and everything else, but for the most part they kept it from me. Oh, I knew there was something majorly wrong, but they didn't have it out in front of me like they did now. Gawd... the yelling, the screaming, the mean horrible things they say and said to each other.
They just yelled at each other whenever they were in the same room it seemed. Even sometimes when they weren't in the same room, they'd still scream and curse at each other. It was unbearable!
At first, I just went to my shitty room and tried to cover my ears so I wouldn't hear what was going on. With the paper thin walls of our shitty house, that really didn't work all that well. I still heard plenty. Enough to make me cry, night after night. I think that any day now, Daddy will be moving out and I'll hardly ever get to see him ever again!
My only escape was to be out of the house and away from home whenever they were both there. To that end, I found solace with my BFF, Jenny Jones. Jenny's mom and her dad had split several years before, so she sort of knew what I was going through. Thing is, her parents remained friends and on good terms with each other. Jenny says she never heard her 'rents arguing about anything, much less yelling and cursing at each other. She didn't have a clue that there were issues between her mom and dad until one day Jenny was surprised to learn that her dad had moved out and that was that. He had a rent house from before he married her mom, so he just kicked his renters out and moved in. It was only a few blocks from their old house and what would now become her mother's house, so Jenny saw Jeff quite a lot.
Well, Jenny's mom, Tracy, was an airline stewardess. Naturally she traveled a lot and was away from home a lot. So, whenever her mom was gone, Jenny would just stay with her dad. And whenever I stayed with Jenny overnight, which was like as often as possible, it was either at her mom's or her dad's, depending on whether her mom, Tracy, was in town or not.
Both houses were very nice and they both had swimming pools (another reason to hang out with Jenny). Her mom, who dressed like a teenager whenever she was off duty, wore the most revealing bikinis imaginable, I mean like there was hardly anything there. She let Jenny wear the same skimpy bikinis whenever it was just us girls there. I too had my "Jenny" bikini, which Tracy bought for me. If my mom knew how revealing that bikini was, she'd never let me go there to swim, but she didn't know. She just thought I was wearing the dowdy one piece she'd bought for me.
Well, like I said, Tracy and Jeff got along just fine and sometimes Jeff would drop in unannounced to see Tracy or Jenny, and sometimes we'd be in the pool practically naked. On those days, Jenny's dad saw plenty of girlie flesh. At first I was embarrassed for him to see me like that, but Jenny didn't care. Her mom was likewise liberal in what Jeff was allowed to see, so long as he was a gentleman about it and didn't comment or stare too much. Eventually, after a few times, I too was casual about him seeing my bare ass and my tits practically exposed. Oh, he looked, but he didn't stare, even though I was practically falling out of the top and there was no back to the bottoms at all.
Jeff figured that if swimsuits with thong bottoms were okay with Tracy and Jenny, and if they were okay by me, then he had no problem with us wearing them at his house, just so long as it was just the three of us. So, he took Jenny and me shopping for new bathing suits to wear when we were at his house. They were very similar to the ones Jenny's mom had bought for us, and just as revealing.
Now Jeff is a really good looking hunk with the most gorgeous eyes I've ever seen on a guy. He's also very muscular, as he has been working out regularly since he was a kid. In a word, Jenny's dad was yummy. He too wore skimpy swim briefs, but they covered a lot more than what our bikinis covered. Not only that, his bulging package was prominently displayed by his Speedo.
Of course I couldn't spend the night with Jenny every night. My mom just wouldn't allow me to stay over during a school night, and that was fine, as Daddy didn't get home from his new job until after Mom went to bed. So, the yelling during the week was kept to a minimum. But, when they were home together, sparks would fly!
Then one night, Daddy came home early... Oh, my gawd! I couldn't stand it and just ran from the house. Once outside and away from the house, I called Jenny on my cell phone to see if I could come over for the night. She wasn't feeling all that well at school that afternoon and she now sounded awful. Jenny said she felt even worse than she sounded, but she asked her mom anyway.
Tracy said, "Absolutely not, Brenda. I don't know what Jenny has, but I don't want you getting it too. Just go home, Sweetie, and try to ignore the fighting."
Well, that was easy for her to say, but I wasn't about to stay and listen to all the screaming and the mean things my parents were hurling at each other. What if they got violent? No way would I want to called as witness against either of my parents if things got truly nasty. So, I called Jeff.
"Sure, honey pot," he said with ease. "Stay right where you are and I'll come pick you up."
Five minutes later, I climbed into his Corvette. I'd never ridden in his Corvette before, as there weren't enough seats for both Jenny and me at the same time. Not only that, but he was practically naked. Oh, he had his black Speedo on, but that was all. I don't know why I thought that was odd, because he almost never had shoes or a shirt on when I was at his house with Jenny.
A few minutes later we pulled into his garage. Once inside, he asked me if my mom knew where I was.
"No," I told him.
"Then call her and tell her," he told me.
So I called. To my surprise, Mom answered. "Brenda! Where are you? I've been looking all over for you!"
"I'm at Jeff's," I replied and hung up. Almost immediately she called me back. I let it go to voice mail and immediately deleted it.
As I walked into the kitchen from the garage, I heard the TV and the familiar banter of Jeff's buddies. That's when I realized the guys were over, and as I soon learned, over to watch the Thursday night football game.
I'd been at Jeff's with Jenny on any number of Sundays while the guys hooted and hollered about the game being played. They were a nice bunch of older guys, playfully flirty, but I never had any problem with any of them. Of course, being with Jenny and not all that interested in two gangs in tight pants beating up on each other, or whatever it is they do playing football, we generally stayed out of the way. Oh, we didn't avoid them completely, as that would be rude, but we didn't hang out with them either. That is unless it was half time and early in the season when the weather was warm, then the guys would all hit the pool and come flirt with us. Of course we always wore modest bikinis on those occasions, and not the all revealing micros that Jeff had bought us. Then when the game started back up, they were all back in Jeff's living room in front of the big screen TV, lounging around in wet bathing suits and drinking beer. Sometimes some of the guys put on t-shirts, but sometimes not.
Tonight, half of them were dressed and the other half, half naked, as they had been swimming before the game started. That explained Jeff in his Speedo. As I walked in, big old Bill Bates shouted out, "There she is! Hi, ya, Blondie!" Then he turned his attention back to the game.
Bill was a very friendly guy and the most flirty of the bunch. He sometimes called me Blondie and not Brenda, my real name. He called me that for obvious reasons.
I figured Bill was about my dad's age. He was a big man, not especially hairy and was very fit as he worked out regularly with Jeff. When I stood next to him, I felt so small! The guy had the biggest arms I've ever seen with muscles on top of muscles and they were all on display, as he was only wearing swim trunks. I always wanted to reach out and feel his muscles, but was too timid to try.
I came in and told everyone hello. I was about to leave and go to Jenny's room to watch some TV that interested me, when Bill says, "Before you go, Blondie. Be a good girl and bring me a cold beer."
So I go get him a beer and then someone else wanted a beer, so I got him one too. That started the ball rolling. No sooner did I deliver one beer, when someone asked me to fetch him a beer too. Suddenly I had become the unofficial waitress, walking back and forth in my tiny cut offs and belly shirt while the guys checked me out.
I knew they were all leching on me, especially Bill, but they'd all seen me before in less clothing out by the pool with Jenny. I tried to beg off, but Bill insisted that I stay and be their waitress with the promise of a twenty dollar tip at the end of the game. I had been saving up for a new pair of designer jeans, but I was still far short of what I needed, like 100% short. Twenty dollars? You bet!
Like I said, Bill was always rather flirty with Jenny and me, and tonight was no exception. There was a commercial break and Bill says, "I understand that you're spending the night with Jeff?"
I stepped right into it. "Yes, I am," I replied.
"God damn, Jeff!" he exclaimed, "I'll take some of that action!"
Everyone, but me, laughed, including Jeff, who nonetheless came to my defense. "She's not sleeping with me, Bill. Just sleeping over."
"Oh, that's too bad," Bill replied, his eyes boring into me with his bad boy grin, while I blushed furiously.
I delivered Bill another cold beer. This time he insisted that I come sit in his lap. Like I said, I knew these guys and they were all decent guys, even Bill when he was being naughty. So rather than stand around waiting for someone to request a beer, I sat in his lap. I was wearing a very short top that exposed my midriff and he put his arm around me, his big ole bear paw resting on my bare tummy, sending a tremble through me. Lightly he moved his fingers against my bare skin. I sat for a few minutes and felt the growing lump on my rump. I wasn't naive and knew just what that lump was. I'd felt it in Daddy's lap several times over the years, and like I used to do with Daddy, I wiggled a little.
"Oooo, you'd better watch that, baby girl," Bill whispered. "On second thought, do it again."
Daddy never ever said anything when I did that, as though he was unaware of what I was doing. Not Bill. I hopped off his lap and asked if anyone needed a beer. One of the other guys downed his dregs and then shook his empty beer bottle at me.
For the next twenty minutes or so, I tried to stay busy, bringing out chips, serving other snacks and fetching beers, but eventually I ran out things to do right away. I tried to avoid Bill, but it proved to be impossible. He caught my attention and motioned with his finger for me to come to him. As I approached he leaned forward and in a low voice so as not to be overheard he said, "It's the two minute warning."
I had no clue what he was talking about. "Two minutes to what?" I asked.
"Two minutes playing time, until half time. Why don't you go change into that cute little bikini of yours and join us in the pool during half time."
"Mmmm, I don't know..."
"I'll double your tip..."
That new pair of designer jeans was suddenly a little closer to becoming a reality. "Deal!" I replied and headed to Jenny's room to change.
At a minimum, it took me more than five minutes to change. When I came out in my "more modest" string bikini, the stupid game was still going on. What happened to two minutes?
Bill waved me over and pulled me into his lap. "I love your bikini, Brenda," he told me. "It shows off your body quite well. But, I was hoping you'd put on that number that Jeff recently bought you. I understand that it really shows off your body."
"Jeff told you about that?" I naively asked, surprised that Jeff would ever mention it.
"He said you look fantastic."
I didn't know what to think. On the one hand I was miffed at Jeff for talking about it, as I was practically nude in that thong bikini. On the other hand, it pleased me that Jeff had noticed me.
"That's just for when we are in private," I said.
"Does he let you keep it on?"
"Yes! What are you thinking?"
"Sometimes guys don't think, especially when it comes to cute naked girls."
"I don't go naked!" I huffed, though that wasn't totally true.
Last summer, I went to a swim party with Judy Croft. Judy is another good friend and she's a total slut. It was all a bunch of older kids, high school kids. There weren't any adults around and we all got naked in the pool. I also got fucked... several times by different guys. Next morning, when I was thinking more clearly, I nearly freaked. Before that night, I'd never been fucked before. I'd given guys blowjobs at Judy Croft's house during parties, all the girls did, but I never came close to being fucked and was I fucked, and fucked, and fucked that night! I really don't know how many times or how many guys, but... I wasn't on the pill or anything! And I when I woke up next morning, I was all sticky down there! I freaked out! Fortunately, I started my period the very next day.
"Just wearing a thong bikini, you might as well be naked," Bill snorted. "Does your mother know that you prance around practically naked over here with Jeff?"
"No!"
"I won't tell," he snickered as he played with one of the strings to my bottoms, threatening to untie it.
Suddenly everyone got up and headed outside, leaving me with Bill. "Jeff swears he's not poking you, but... I'll bet your not a virgin."
"That's none of your business," I huffed. I made the mistake of getting up while he still had the end of a string in his fingers.
"Opps!" he said as the bow came undone on one side of my bottoms. He wasn't the first to try that maneuver, but the string was actually tied in a knot under the bow, the bow just being for show. I suppose he was disappointed that my bottoms didn't just fall off, but he seemed amused enough.
"Here, let me fix that," he offered. I let him retie the bow.
Finished, he pulled on the tied elastic string and let it pop back in place. "There, good as new." I took the opportunity and escaped outside where everyone was in the pool. Bill was right behind me.
Nothing untoward happened in the pool. The guys, or at least some of the guys, took turns tossing me into the air, where I'd splash down practically in the arms of another man, only to be launched again. It was great fun. Then someone noticed on the tiny portable TV that the game was back on and everyone rushed out of the water and back into the house, leaving me alone in the pool with Bill.
"You're going to miss the game," I told him as he backed me into a corner.
"I'm not missing a thing, kitten," he replied. "All I want is just one kiss." Well, what harm is there in just a kiss? That is as long as he kept his hands to himself!
He bent over and lowered his lips to mine. The closer he got, the farther back I went until I couldn't go back any farther. With our lips gently touching, he traced my lips with his tongue, then wormed it deep into my mouth. I'd been kissed before, but not like this. His tongue was as big as the rest of him and he filled my mouth with it. For several long moments, he tongued my mouth.
I felt my pussy tingle as I envisioned his hard cock filling my mouth. I'd given a few blowjobs before, at Judy's parties while her 'rents weren't looking, so I knew what a boy's dick in my mouth felt like... but Bill was hardly a boy and I had already felt how big his cock was when sitting in his lap earlier. At that moment, I knew that I'd let him fuck me if he tried, even though I couldn't imagine something that big going into my little pussy. But, he didn't. He didn't even cop a feel. A roar erupted from inside the house and he broke off the kiss, took me by the hand and led me to the stairs and out of the water. We dried off and moments later, we joined the other guys in front of Jeff's big screen TV.
"Man, you missed it!" Mike said to Bill. "On kickoff, the Eagles ran it back for a touchdown! They're now up by three."
As there were various bets around the room, with the change in fortunes on the football field, everyone, but Bill, was agitated. He seemed unaffected by the news and as he sat, he pulled me in into his lap once again, only this time I was more than happy to be with him. He pulled me against him and I felt my skin against his skin.
I was happily in the enveloping arms of a big strong man, a real man. Then I heard Jeff say, "Oh, come on, Bill! Really? She's just fifteen!"
"Relax. I'm just holding her," Bill replied.
"If he tries anything, Brenda," Jeff said to me, "I'll punch his lights out!"
"You wish," snorted Bill.
I'd never heard anything remotely cross between any of these guys, so I was surprised at the exchange. I was expecting Jeff to do or say something more, but he didn't. I then became aware that a whole new dynamic had settled into the room. Everyone, Jeff and myself included, realized that Bill had staked a claim to me and no one dared to challenge him.
For the next hour or so, he just held me, my waitressing duties put on hold. As he held me, one hand moved ever so slowly across my belly, the other subtly rubbed my thigh while he nibbled at my neck and ears. I got so hot that that I couldn't stop my ass from grinding against his big hard cock trapped in his swim trunks. I was becoming more and more aroused. I squeezed my legs together, squirming around, setting my clit on fire, even though I was aware that the game wasn't the only show... everyone was watching.
Suddenly the dam broke and intense orgasmic waves shot to every nerve ending in my body. I didn't scream, I couldn't scream, as I couldn't breathe. While the lights flashed in my lust sodden brain, I just grunted and shook uncontrollably as wave after wave of pure ecstatic energy swept through me. Mercifully, it finally subsided, leaving me gasping for breath. Gradually the fog lifted and I became aware that everyone was looking at me.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" someone exclaimed. "Did you see that?"
"I didn't touch her," I heard Bill declare. "This little hottie got herself off big time." He chuckled adding, "She got me off too.
"You guys all saw it. I didn't touch her pussy. She got herself off."
"Bill, I think you need to go," I heard Jeff say.
"Uh, yeah... I guess I do," Bill replied.
"Hey, but the games not over yet," someone piped in.
"Yeah, there's only six minutes left," someone else said.
"I think it best that everyone, and I mean everyone, just go home and forget about what just happened," Jeff declared.
"Man, as long as I live I'll never forget that!" someone declared.
"Me too," said another.
"Not a word to anyone, guys," Jeff said. "Not a word. Any one of you could have stopped it, but you didn't. In the eyes of the law, you're just as culpable as Bill is. So, for all of our sakes, not a word. "
"Sure, Jeff." I was now cognizant enough to know that it was Mike speaking. "But can't we finish the fucking game? I mean, we all have bets to settle."
Gawd, I was so embarrassed, but what could I do? Everyone had witnessed me getting off big time. And it was true, Bill hadn't touched me, or at least he hadn't touched my pussy or done anything special except perhaps nibble my ear lobe. So we sat with big old Bill still holding me to him, only his big dick had deflated and was no longer poking me in the ass. Instead, there was a wetness. My inner thighs were certainly soaked, but I was sitting in wetness too, wetness from Bill's cum soaking through his swim trunks. I don't think either of us had expected anything like what had just happened, none the less, Bill gently opened my legs.
"You're soaking wet." I heard him say loud enough that others hear too. With that, I jumped up and ran to Jenny's room.
I had just closed the door, but hadn't locked it and was about to strip off my bottoms when Bill joined me. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked. "You know, nothing really happened. I'm sorry if I..."
"It's okay, Bill," I told him. "You didn't do anything wrong."
"Neither did you," he rejoined. That's when I noticed the big wet spot on the front of his mostly dry swim trunks and I knew for certain that he'd cum too.
"Bill, you really need to go," Jeff said from behind the big man.
"I'm going, I'm going. I just need to speak with Brenda first."
"Jesus Christ! Make it quick." I saw Jeff move away from the open door.
"Uh, where's your phone?" Bill asked. I pointed to my short shorts on the floor. "May I see it for a moment?" I bent down, fished my iPhone from the pocket and handed it to him.
Quickly he began punching on the screen. A few moments later, off somewhere in the distance I heard a phone ring, then stop. His fingers flew across the phone again and then he handed it to me. "Here's my number. If you ever need or want anything, call me."
"Sure, okay," I replied as I looked at the name "Bill" in the contact he'd created.
I looked up to see him step forward, placing his hands on my waist. "One more kiss?" he said with a smile as he lifted my chin upwards with his finger. This time it was me who drove the tongue into the other's mouth. He accepted it and returned the tonguing.
Breaking the smoldering kiss, he said, "Yeah, you're a hottie, baby," turned and headed out.
The house was suddenly very quiet. Once again I began to strip off my bottoms when Jeff came in. "Oh, sorry!" he said.
"That's okay, Jeff." It's not like he hadn't seen my butt before. Besides they weren't fully exposed and I just pulled my bottoms back up.
"Well, uh... are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm okay. Bill didn't do anything."
"You sure?"
"Yes, Jeff. I'm sure. I just got... I don't know..."
"Well, I should have put a stop to it before it went too far, and for that, I'm very sorry," he said.
I sensed that an "adult" lecture on boys and men and girls was about to break out and I mustered up some tears. That put a stop to that. Guys just can't function when a girl is crying, and Jeff was no different than my dad when it came to that tactic.
"Oh, god, don't cry, Brenda. It wasn't your fault. Oh, jeezz, can we just forget that anything happened?"
"Nothing happened," I sniffled. "I think I just want to go to bed."
"Oh, okay. Sleep tight."
With that, Jeff scurried out of Jenny's room closing the door behind him. This time I locked it before undressing. I hit Jenny's shower, cleaned up and slipped on one of Jeff's old t-shirts that Jenny and I liked to sleep in and went to bed. If I was worried about anything, it didn't keep me from conking out.
In Chapter 2, After school Bill intercepts Brenda and she asks him to buy her a pair of expensive designer jeans. "Welcome to my web," said the spider to the fly...