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Brenda's Conquest - 4 (Mf, ff)
by Tom Bombadil (c) Aug 1996
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Chapter 4 of 9
Disclaimer: All the standard rules apply. If you are offended by
explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is illegal to
possess such materials at your location, if you are under-age by law
in your location, or if somebody else thinks you might have too much
fun reading it, stop right now and remove this text from your
computer.
This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions
described by me coming straight out of my imagination. As a work of
fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities or
actions described, nor does it relate to any type of real events in my
life, or known to me in the lives of any of my friends or relatives.
You've been warned.
In this chapter - making up, torture, a two sister surprise,
a guilt trip, their second time
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Richard walked upstairs into Brenda's room and closed the door behind
him. He saw her lying on the bed, curled up on her side, back facing
him. He could see her whole body was shaking with quiet sobs.
"Brenda?" he asked, but there was no response.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he reached over to caress her
shoulder. She pulled away a little the first time he touched her, but
stayed still when he put his hand on her shoulder again. All he heard
was a very muffled "go away".
"Brenda, please listen to me. If you still want me to go away when
I'm finished, I will. I promise."
"Remember what I said the other night? I told you that I loved you,
and that I would be there for you as long as you wanted me. I meant
it then, and I mean it now. I do love you. I want to be with you and
make you happy. I never realized until then how much I do love you.
When I saw you downstairs, the look you gave me, filled with all that
pain, almost tore me apart. Brenda, I am yours until you tell me you
don't want me any more. But it looks like it's going to take you a
while before you really believe me."
"Your mother and I had a talk before I came up here, so I'm feeling a
lot better about us, and so is she. She told me what's wrong. I'm
sorry I hurt you, but I forgot that Caitlin was coming. No, she isn't
my girlfriend or lover or mistress or anything like that. She's my
sister. Now, if you still want me to go away, I will."
He felt her sobbing slowly stop. In a tiny little voice he heard her
ask "Your sister?"
"Yes, my sister."
Brenda half-turned and looked at him, her eyes cloudy with tears, face
flushed, with streaks all down her cheeks. That look of hurt was
still in her eyes, but there was also a spark of hope. "Is she really
your sister?"
Staring deep into those big green eyes, Richard found it hard to
speak. He wanted to take her into his arms, to hug and cuddle her, to
kiss away all the pain he saw. But he knew that he had to be very
gentle with her right now, and let her come to him. "Yes, Tinkerbell,
she really is. Caitlin is my baby sister. You are the only love I
have."
Brenda rolled over and climbed onto Richard's lap, wrapping her arms
tightly around his neck and crying into his shoulder. Yes, she was
definitely still a little girl. Richard just held her close, hugging
her to him, whispering sweet soothing sounds into her ear.
A little while later, when the sobbing had stopped, he heard her quiet
voice in his ear. "Do you really love me?"
"Yes, Brenda, I really and truly do love you with all my heart."
"Good, 'cause I love you too. Don't you ever do this to me again!"
With that, she shifted around until she was looking into his eyes, and
gave him the softest, most sensual kiss he'd ever had in his life.
A short eternity later, there was a knock at the door. Mary stuck her
head into the room and said that dinner was ready, so if they were
both okay, they'd better get cleaned up and down to the kitchen. She
then closed the door, leaving the two of them alone again.
"Well, Tinkerbell," Richard whispered, breaking their kiss, "do you
feel okay now?"
"Uh-huh" was her only reply, as she gave him a short, intense kiss.
"Right," Richard said, trying to catch his breath, "lets go get
cleaned up for dinner. I think my sister wants to meet you."
Brenda got up to head for the bathroom, letting Richard have his first
good look at her since he arrived. "Whew. Brenda, who did you get
all dressed up for?"
She looked at him and smiled a bit. "You, silly. Do you like it?"
She stood away from him and gave a little spin.
He couldn't help it. He was getting hard just looking at her. "Well,
that's just about the hottest and sexiest outfit I've ever seen. I
love it."
"Yeah, I see you do like it." Brenda reached over and ran her hand
down the front of his pants, following the outline of his hardening
cock. A smile teased at the corners of her mouth. "At least, part of
you does."
"Come on, you little tease, lets get cleaned up before things get out
of hand. Or in your case, before something gets into your hands."
They both laughed a bit at that bad joke and headed for the bathroom.
Downstairs in the kitchen dinner was being served up. When Mary came
down, after checking in on Brenda and Richard, she said she wasn't
sure how much longer they would be so everyone might as well get
started. She'd been right earlier - so far it had been an interesting
evening. There was no way she could have seen how much more
interesting it would get.
A few minutes later, Richard and Brenda walked in. Brenda's arms were
wrapped around Richard's chest and his arm was around her shoulders.
"It looks like you're feeling a little better, Brenda" Mary said,
breaking the sudden silence.
"Yeah, Mom. I feel a lot better now. Maybe even a little bit
hungry."
Mary cleared her throat, then nodded toward Caitlin.
"Oh, sorry sis. Caty, this is my friend Brenda. Brenda, this is my
baby sister, Caitlin."
"Hi, Caty"
"Uh, hi, Brenda." Caitlin hadn't taken her eyes off Brenda since she
walked into the room. Brenda looked hot, devastatingly so, very
sensuous and tender. The crying had reddened and moistened her lips,
and given her eyes a luminous quality. The outfit she was wearing
enhanced her curves and bumps in all the right places.
Caitlin couldn't believe it. Brenda was turning HER on! She could
feel her nipples hardening and her pussy getting moist. Now she could
see how her brother had gotten into this situation. It would be hard
to say no to anything this girl wanted.
Vicky watched Caitlin carefully, with a strange look in her eyes as
she did. Will was the only one who noticed, and he said nothing.
Vicky felt someone watching her, turned, and looked straight into her
father's eyes. He winked, gave her a lazy smile, and turned away. An
almost predatory grin ran across the girl's face, quickly replaced by
one of youthful innocence.
When dinner was finally done, Mary disappeared with Vicky for a few
minutes to have a talk with her about Richard and Brenda. When they
got back, Vicky had a big grin on her face, and a very mischievous
look in her eyes.
After cleaning up, they spent the rest of the evening in the living
room talking about unimportant matters. Will brought out a big bottle
of wine, a nice cool dry white that left a pleasant aftertaste, and
everybody had some. Even the two girls were treated to a glass.
Almost everyone was on edge, feeling a little nervous about what was
happening, but the wine helped them to relax a little. Neither Brenda
nor Vicky seemed to notice any of the tension.
Brenda spent the entire evening in Richard's lap, determined to
'punish' him for what he'd put her through, however unintentionally.
She was sitting in his lap, positioned so that she could rub his cock
with her ass or thigh without anyone noticing. Every time he shifted
to get some relief for his almost painful erection, Brenda would
wriggle around to 'get comfortable' and get a better position over his
cock. What made it worse for Richard, she was also making sneak
attacks with her lips whenever he wasn't looking. She seemed to be
mainly targeting his ears and throat, but anything within reach was
fair game. He didn't know if this was supposed to be heaven or hell,
but he certainly wasn't going to complain!
Caitlin did see what Brenda was doing to her brother, and almost felt
sorry for him. She could just about feel the waves of
pleasure/frustration surrounding him. Well, it was his choice, so
he'd just have to live with the consequences. The problem was,
watching them was getting her hotter and hotter. Her panties were
soaked through already, and her nipples were so hard they almost hurt.
Of course, a lot of that was Vicky's fault.
Vicky spent most of the evening playing around, joining in the
conversation when it seemed interesting, and climbing onto various
laps looking for hugs and kisses. Her mother thought this was only
natural, since her usual playmate, Brenda, had a new toy to play with
and wasn't going to share with her sister. It did seem a little funny
though - as it got later, Vicky was climbing up into Caitlin's lap
more and more often, and staying there for longer periods of time.
She'd have to find out what that was all about later.
It took a while, but Caitlin finally figured out what was happening to
her. That little minx Vicky was doing to her exactly what Brenda was
doing to Richard! Every time Vicky climbed into Caitlin's lap she
would 'accidently' slide a leg or a thigh against Caitlin's crotch, or
her hand would touch Caitlin's nipple and caress her breast while
seeming to just reach around for a hug. The entire situation just
seemed unreal, almost like a dream.
Mary went off to the kitchen to get herself some soda. She'd had
enough wine already, and didn't want to get light-headed. Will
followed her, leaving the others alone for a few minutes.
Grabbing his wife, giving her a hug and a kiss, he whispered in her
ear. "Quite the pair of young lovers we've raised, aren't they?"
"Yes, they sure look like they're having f ... Huh? Run that by me
again?"
"Our kids are quite the pair of young lovers. I think that's what I
said."
"What are you talking about? Brenda's in there with Richard, and
unless you're referring to him as a son already, I haven't the
slightest idea what you mean."
"I was talking about our daughters. Brenda's going after Richard with
a vengeance, and Vicky's got Caty so worked up she doesn't know if
she's coming or going. I thought you'd noticed. She's certainly not
been hiding it much."
"What are you talking about? Since when is Vicky interested in sex?
What the hell is she doing out there?" Will's face went from happy to
mildly puzzled, paused at a few other expressions, and finally settled
on worried and upset.
"You mean Vicky's never told you?"
"Told me what?" Mary was looking upset, her voice getting a little
higher and more strident, but she was still trying to keep her voice
at a whisper.
"Better have a seat Mary. I think *we* will have a long talk with
Vicky about this soon. In the meantime, I'd better fill you in on a
few details you've missed about our daughter's private life."
"I don't know how to put this, so I'll just be blunt. Vicky is both
sexually active and experienced. At least with women."
Mary sat there and stared at her husband. With the other surprises
she'd had in the last two days, absorbing a bombshell like this was
going to take some time.
"Vicky told me you knew all about what happened. Apparently she lied
to me."
"You mean to tell me that my innocent little baby has already had sex?
Will, she's only eleven! And I *know* she's still a virgin! How the
hell could you let something like that go on and not even tell me
about it!"
"Mary, I didn't just 'let it go on'. I found out almost by accident,
sometime after the fact, a couple of months ago. I found Vicky crying
in her room, and she told me everything. She said she'd already
talked to you, and since Brenda walked in and heard the story too, she
knew as well. I thought it a bit odd that you hadn't said anything to
me. She also said that she was trying to get over her lost lover, and
it would be easier if nobody talked about it around her."
Mary took a few deep breaths to calm herself before continuing. "Okay,
so tell me now. What happened."
"Are you going to settle down a bit first?" He handed her a glass.
She sipped on it, not noticing the contents, and visibly forced
herself to relax.
"Like I said. Vicky is an experienced lover, at least when it comes
to other women. Her first lover and teacher was a teenager, and Vicky
was fond of her, nothing more. The second one, though, Vicky loved.
And was loved in return. The girl was a year older and more
experienced. She moved away a few months ago, shortly before Vicky
talked with me, and she's been heartbroken ever since."
"I haven't seen Vicky look at anyone else since she told me, male or
female, until tonight. I don't know why, but Vicky seems to have
fallen heavily for Caty."
"I wish I'd known. My baby, hurting, needing me, and I didn't know."
"Dear, you know now. Sitting out there with Caty, she looks happier
than I've seen her in a long time. That's why I've been letting it
go. I wanted to see if Caty could or would respond, because I think
Vicky needs someone. When you didn't say anything, I believed you
were thinking along the same lines. I'm sorry. I didn't realize."
"God, this is so sudden! I don't know what to say."
"I think you should sleep on it. You're having trouble thinking
clearly right now, and doing the wrong thing could hurt Vicky or
Brenda. Caty is Richard's sister, and if she's anything like him, I
don't think she'd do anything to hurt Vicky. If they do hit it off,
I'm willing to let it go for at least one night before we decide on
what to do."
"It feels like I've just lost my baby. It hurts."
"I know, I know." He wraps her up in his arms. "They're both too
young to be lost to us already, but it's happening. Fighting against
it would only make it worse for all of us. You know that. You still
remember what it was like when you took me."
"I know. It's just so sudden."
"Look, you'll just have to trust my judgement for a change. We'll
talk about it some more in the morning, when we're both sober. I just
hope I'm as good a judge as you on this one. I'd really hate to see
Vicky hurt by this."
"Now, I'm going back to our guests. You sit her for a while and
compose yourself. If you need to talk, just come get me." Will
walked back into the living room, leaving Mary to sort out her
thoughts and feelings.
She came out a short while later, smiled rather thinly at her husband,
and sat beside him. She gradually regained her composure. The three
girls and Richard never noticed a thing.
Eventually the evening wore itself out.
"All right girls, it's ten thirty, time for bed." Mary said, breaking
away from the conversation. "It's getting late, and it looks like our
guests need to head home and get some sleep."
Vicky's response was typical - "Aw Mom, do I hafta? It's just getting
fun now!"
Brenda gave Richard a quick smooch and ran over to whisper in her
mother's ear. "Mom, can I stay over at Richard's tonight? Please!
I've got him so worked up, I think he's gonna explode, and if I don't
do something, I might explode too! Please, please, pretty please!"
Whispering back into her daughters ear, Mary was almost laughing. "I
can see what you mean! The poor dear looks sooo uncomfortable, trying
to hide that bulge in his pants. If you can get your father to agree,
then yes."
Climbing into her father's lap, Brenda gave him a quick hug, and
whispered into his ear for a few seconds. A look of surprise slowly
worked it's way over his face, and he looked at his wife, one eyebrow
raised, silently questioning her. She nodded, with a little smile.
Will whispered back in his daughter's ear. "Okay honey, but go get a
bag packed quick. We're sending Richard and Caty home in a few
minutes."
"Thanks, Dad." With that, Brenda almost flew up the stairs, only
slowing long enough to sideswipe Richard's cheek with another kiss on
the way by.
Vicky started in on her round of goodnight hugs and kisses, wondering
what her sister was up to. Just as she got to Caitlin, Brenda was
back downstairs with her bag, all set and ready to go.
Richard saw her, and nearly choked. "Where are you heading out to,
Brenda?" He thought he knew the answer, but was feeling very nervous
about this.
"Mom and Dad said I could stay over at your place tonight."
"Do I get a choice in this?" He asked, still feeling a little
stunned.
Mary answered him almost immediately. "Of course you have a choice.
All you have to do is say 'no'."
Richard looked at Mary, then looked at Brenda, staring deep into her
soft green eyes. "I don't think 'no' is a word I can use right now."
Vicky looked around at her parents, Richard, Brenda, and then looked
into Caitlin's eyes for a second. Caitlin, looking back, thought she
saw something in there, just for a second, and then it disappeared.
"Mom, can I stay over at Richard's tonight too? Please?"
"No, I don't think that would be a good idea, not tonight anyway."
"Aw, I don't think its fair. Brenda gets to go out and have fun and I
hafta stay home."
"Fair or not, I don't think Richard and Brenda would really enjoy
company tonight," her mother replied.
Caitlin heard herself speak up, partly in a daze, not really in
control of what she was doing, almost watching it from the outside.
"It's okay if Vicky comes over. I'll look after her. Richard and
Brenda wouldn't be alone in the house anyway because I'll be there.
Besides, I don't think they'd even notice."
Richard and Brenda at that moment were deeply involved in a kiss and
hadn't heard anything for the last few minutes.
Mary took a good look at Caitlin, noticing the flush around the neck
and ears, the erect nipples, and the way she was almost squirming in
her chair. Caitlin was obviously very much aroused. She almost said
no, before taking a good look at Vicky.
Vicky's eyes were pleading with her mother to say yes. Her eyes were
bright and filled with a passion her mother didn't recognize. Her
cheeks were somewhat flushed, as was the skin around the neckline of
her blouse. For the first time, Mary saw that Vicky's small nipples
were erect, trying to poke out through her bra and blouse. Even her
breathing was a little heavier and more erratic than it should have
been. Mary felt a little light headed, still hardly believing the
thought that her youngest daughter wanted, almost needed, to hop into
the sack with a nearly-grown woman!
"Dear, could I see you in the kitchen for a minute?" Will broke into
Mary's thoughts. Taking her hand, he led her into the other room and
closed the door.
"I really think we should let Vicky go. She needs someone right now,
and Caty seems to be available and willing."
Looking into his eyes, seeing his love for her in there, she knew she
would trust him, trusting in his judgement, just as he had trusted her
so many times in their years together. She could only nod and agree.
Walking back out into the living room, Mary saw that Richard was
sitting in one chair with Brenda in his lap, and Caitlin was sitting
in another chair with Vicky in her lap. She just caught a look and
wink pass between Brenda and Vicky, something she would probably have
missed or ignored before. It was almost like there were conspiracies
going on around her that she knew nothing about. Yes, a long talk
with Will, and probably an even longer one with Vicky, and maybe even
another chat with Brenda would be in order.
Behind her, she heard her husband's voice.
"Okay Vicky, if both Caty and Richard agree, you can stay over at
their place tonight too. But it's up to them first. Caty?"
Caitlin could only nod. She didn't trust her voice. Sitting on
Caitlin's lap, Vicky had one leg curled up underneath her, looking
like the sweet innocent child of eleven she was supposed to be. The
foot at the end of that leg was pressing heavily into Caitlin's
crotch, and her toes were doing wonderful things down there. Nobody
else noticed a thing.
"Vicky's coming over to stay the night too?" This was the first
Richard had heard of it. His mind had been elsewhere a short while
ago.
"Well, only if you agree to it. Caty's already said that she'd take
care of Vicky while she's over there, we've both said okay, so now
it's up to you." Will looked steadily into Richard's eyes as he said
this.
Richard looked over at where Caitlin and Vicky were sitting.
Remembering what his sister had confessed earlier in the day, he
looked at the two of them very carefully. Both were staring at him.
They each had the same flushed skin, the same eager/hungry look in
their eyes, and both were very much aroused. Richard looked Caitlin
directly in the eye and asked "Are you okay with this sis?" Her eyes
told him everything he needed to know, but she nodded yes anyway.
"Well, if nobody else has any objections to it, I certainly can't say
no."
Vicky jumped up with a squeal of delight, ran over to Richard and gave
him a big hug and kiss. She then ran upstairs to pack her overnight
bag.
When Vicky jumped up, Caitlin gave out an involuntary gasp, followed
by an almost inaudible moan. She let her breath out slowly and tried
to control her breathing. Nobody had ever had this kind of effect on
her before in her life, except maybe Angie. She didn't know what was
happening, or if she'd wake up from this dream soon, but it felt
wonderful. She knew she'd probably feel as guilty as hell tomorrow,
but that was a long way away from right now. Looking at Brenda, and
watching her with Richard had turned her on a little, but it was
Vicky's touches, those hugs and not-so-chaste kisses, that had
inflamed her passions. The back of her dress and the seat cushion
were now damp, her panties long since soaked through. She still felt
Vicky's toes tickling and caressing her pussy.
Skimming back down the stairs, seemingly only gone for seconds, Vicky
was ready to go. Running to her Mom, she gave and received a big hug
and smooch. Breaking that off quickly, she turned to her Dad and
jumped up into his arms, giving him a big hug around the neck. He
heard her whisper, 'Thanks, Dad'. He just hugged her a little tighter
in response.
After goodbyes had been said all the way around, Richard, Caitlin,
Brenda and Vicky were all headed to Richard's place. Brenda and Vicky
ran ahead and waited impatiently on the porch for the older two to
catch up.
Richard whispered into his sister's ear. "Well sis, what do think
we've let ourselves in for?"
Her answer came back, thick with emotion. "I don't know. Tonight I'm
not going to worry about it. Tomorrow will be here soon enough."
Will and Mary watched them from their doorway. After everyone had
disappeared from sight, Will collected his wife in his arms and gave
her a long, soft, loving kiss.
When they finally pulled apart, Mary broke away a bit from his arms
and pulled him into the house. "Do you think we're doing the right
thing?"
"I certainly hope so. Although, the way things went, there wasn't
much else we could do, was there?"
"True, true. It's almost like the two of them had this whole thing
planned out ahead of time. I think we'd better have a loooong talk
about Vicky first thing in the morning." After a playful pinch from
her hubby, she amended her statement. "Well, maybe second or third
thing in the morning." He followed her up the stairs.
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When Richard and Caitlin finally got to the porch, they found the two
girls, Brenda and Vicky, whispering and laughing quietly to each
other, stopping only when the two of them were within hearing range.
After he opened the door, he motioned for the three ladies to precede
him.
Brenda yelled out "I get the bathroom first!"
"Not if I get there before you!" squealed Vicky.
Brenda, with a head start, made it into the downstairs bathroom before
her sister and closed the door. Vicky immediately turned and ran up
the stairs heading for the other smaller one.
Caitlin headed upstairs to the room her brother said would be hers
while she was living with him, and he started gathering up some
pillows, sheets, and a blanket and comforter for her to use. He
wondered if he needed to worry about finding some for Vicky as well.
Caitlin would be using the spare bedroom, the one in the front of the
house overlooking the road. It wasn't all that large, but it had a
nice walk-in closet and a huge bay window, big enough to curl up in.
There was a double bed, currently stripped to a single sheet, a
high-boy, dressing table and chair, and a small shelving unit beside
the headboard with a reading lamp attached to it. Her trunk and
suitcases occupied most of the rest of the floor space.
The walls were the standard pale eggshell, the floor a nice deep
hardwood, with a throw-rug beside the bed. She'd decided earlier in
the day that the curtains were ugly and had to go.
Richard and her were just finishing making up the bed when Vicky came
into the room, wearing her nightie. She immediately dropped her bag,
jumped into bed, and burrowed under the covers. "Well, that answers
that question" thought Richard to himself.
"Okay Sis, can you think of anything else you need? If not, I'll see
you in the morning."
"No, I think I know pretty much where everything is now. Good night."
"'Night, Sis. You too, Vicky."
"Good night Richard. Don't let my sister keep you up too late." He
was definitely having a hard time adjusting to this, because he
actually blushed when she said that. Of course, you don't expect
those types of comments from an eleven year old girl.
Richard headed off to his room, not knowing what to expect when he got
there.
Caitlin shut the door behind her brother as he left, then turned and
looked at Vicky. The walk home and the work of getting the bed ready
had helped to cool her down. She was starting to think clearly again,
and really didn't know if she wanted to go through with this. Guilt
about what she was thinking of doing made her remember what had
happened before, the reason why she was at her brother's place and not
at home. Her mind ran through everything she'd done and thought
during that awful night not too long ago, and then through all the
blame and accusations that followed. Guilt and pain started to
trickle back into her. Sorting through her things to pick out what
she would wear let her put off a decision for a little longer. A
voice behind her broke her out of her thoughts.
Vicky felt the change in mood, saw the pain and hesitation running
through Caitlin's face, and knew the burning desire Caitlin had for
her earlier was gone.
"Please come to bed. Even if all you want to do is cuddle, that's
okay. I need someone to hold on to tonight."
That was enough. The shame and guilt she'd been trying to suppress
came back in one big rush. She started to cry, silently sobbing to
herself, as she undressed for bed. Vicky saw this but didn't
understand why all the tears. She just waited for Caitlin to crawl
into bed, then snuggled up to her and gave her a kiss. All Caitlin
could do was cry quietly and hang onto this soft, warm person beside
her. Some time later she was asleep.
Richard made a stop in the bathroom before heading off to his bedroom.
He picked up the strange (at least in his place) scent of perfume and
body powder. It looked like he was going to have to get used to that
smell again. He smiled at the thought.
Walking into his bedroom, he turned on the light and saw Brenda,
already in bed and under the covers. She blinked a bit at the sudden
brightness.
"Hello, Handsome. Where have you been hiding?"
He smiled back at her. "Business before pleasure. I had other house
guests to attend to first."
"Well, I hope you didn't attend to them like I hope you'll be
attending to me, Handsome, or I might just hafta get jealous."
"No, I think I would have been in the way over there."
"Good. Now hurry up and get in here. I'm getting lonely already."
Richard got undressed slowly, deliberately taking his time, knowing
that Brenda was watching him very carefully. He undid the buttons on
his shirt, going slowly, then demurely turned his back to her while
letting the shirt slide off his shoulders and down his arms. He
carefully hung it over the back of a chair, then sat down on the edge
of the bed to remove his shoes and socks.
A hand started tickling his back, slowly running up and down along his
spine. A second hand snaked in under his arm and started to slide
over his stomach and chest. He leaned back slightly, felt something
soft and warm, and heard a small sigh of contentment.
"I thought I was supposed to be getting undressed."
There was suddenly a tickling feeling on one side of his neck. She
was nibbling him with her lips. He squirmed as the sensation ran up
and down his spine, then swerved to run down his arms, making them
feel tingly, and making it much harder to undo his laces.
"Yes, you're supposed to be getting undressed. You're just taking too
damn long. Maybe you need help." With that, the hand that had been
playing with his chest slid down to the top of his pants and started
playing with the fastener and zipper, teasing, rather than trying to
actually do anything. The nibbling moved to the other side of his
neck.
"This is going to take a lot longer if you keep helping me, you know."
The nibbling moved a little farther onto his shoulder, and the hand
that had been tickling his back slid around and started tickling his
chest. "Maybe you'd better concentrate on what you're doing then."
The nibbling moved back to his neck, then up to an ear. "Hurry up, I
don't want to wait for you all night."
With a groan, Richard pulled himself up off the bed. He heard a
disappointed whimper behind him as well. Quickly shedding himself of
shoes, socks and pants, he stood there in his boxers, the front
tenting out, letting her have another good look.
"Come on, take those things off too so I can get a good look." He did
as she requested, baring his member which was stiff and pointing
straight out. "Good. Now turn up the heat and get over here before I
change my mind."
"Turn up the heat?"
"Yeah, I got cold last night. Turn it way, way up. We're gonna
cook!"
Robert obediently went over and turned up the thermostat to 90
degrees, figuring that would be more than enough for a sauna. When he
finally headed for the bed, she threw back the covers to let him in.
Once again he stopped, just to stare at this beauty before him. She
was completely naked, showing him everything that she had to offer,
from her small but nicely shaped breasts, to the shaved pussy,
half-hidden between her slim thighs. It was the body of a beautiful
young lady, well on the way to maturity, and she was offering it to
him. He slid in beside her.
"Finally" she whispered, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and
pressed the full length of her body against him. Her lips found his,
and pressed into him with the full force of her desire. He responded,
kissing her back with equal fervour, slipping his tongue into her
mouth, sliding one arm under her, running his fingers along the back
of her neck and down her shoulders, sliding the other hand down her
side to her hip, then behind her to fondle her cheeks and pull her
closer to him.
They lay like that for several minutes, tongues twisting and sliding
around each other, tasting each other, each sharing the other's breath
and warmth.
Richard slowly slid his hand below her nether cheeks, down between her
thighs and started to gently run his fingers up and down her crack.
Eventually Brenda moaned, leaning back and breaking contact with him.
She looked down between them, reaching for his prick, and then
giggled. "Richard, you've been leaking." She twirled her finger on a
wet patch on her stomach, then on a matching spot on his stomach,
right where the head of his prick was sitting when it was trapped
between them. Bringing her finger up to her mouth, she slowly licked
it clean. "Mmmm ... tasty. Do you think there's any more where that
came from?" She reached down between them, looking for the source.
His entire body jumped when he felt her touching the head of his cock.
His breath was already getting a little ragged. "I'm sure there'll be
some left in there for you."
She pushed him over onto his back and climbed in between his legs,
curling up and making herself comfortable. He lay back, putting a
pillow behind his head so he could see what she was doing. She took
hold of his cock, holding it lightly with one hand, and started to
slowly stroke it up and down. Some more pre-cum collected at the tip,
and he shuddered with pleasure when she licked it off with the tip of
her tongue. "Mmmmm"
Her tongue started working on him, licking around the head of his
prick, sliding along on its sensitive underside, then heading back to
the tip to see if any more goodies showed up.
Leaning back slightly, she began to fondle and examine his balls, not
stopping her slow stroking of his stiff member.
"What's it like when a guy climaxes? Is that the right name for it?
I've heard some older girls say that it's totally gross and
disgusting, and a few others that say they kinda like it."
It was sometimes hard for him to remember that she was a very young
and inexperienced girl, especially after the expert tongue lashing
she'd just given him.
"Do you remember the orgasm you had last night?"
She just melted down a little and purred.
"It's a lot like that for a guy too. Sometimes the orgasms are
intense, sometimes not much more than a brief glow. The big
difference is that guys ejaculate semen when they orgasm. Sometimes a
lot comes out, sometimes only a little comes out. That's what carries
the sperm from inside the guy to inside the woman. It's called
climaxing or cumming, same as for a woman, or sometimes ejaculating.
"What does semen look like?"
"Usually it's quite thick, almost creamy, with a milky look to it. If
a guy's been hard-up for a while, it may have a yellowish tinge, or if
he's been cumming a lot it may get thinner and more watery."
Her hands had been at work on his balls and his prick throughout the
conversation, making it hard for him to concentrate on his answers.
Between her efforts last night and her torture of him this evening, he
knew that he couldn't last very long, maybe only a few minutes. He
moaned. "If you keep that up, you're going to get a close up and
personal view of a guy cumming."
"Ooooo. You mean if I keep doing this with my hands I'll get to see
the real thing?"
"Maybe. It feels wonderful, but it may not be enough."
"What if I put my tongue into it, would that help?" Matching action
to words, she started a wild assault on his prick with the tip of her
tongue, licking the entire shaft from groin to top, circling around
the head, then heading down the shaft again. Every once in a while,
she'd put his prick in her mouth and suck, bobbing up and down for a
few strokes, only to take it out again and run her lips up and down
his glistening member.
"Is that better?"
"Urgh, ahhhh, yessss. Keep it up, please." His prick was rock
hard, his balls almost aching for release. They were jerking up and
down in Brenda's hand as she fondled them. He could feel the
sensations that were coming from her hands and mouth working deeper
and deeper into his groin. He was close. His head was pushed back,
eyes half open, thighs stiffening then relaxing, hands grasping at the
bed, looking for something better to hold onto. "God, I'm almost
there. If you want it, keep going!"
Brenda picked up her pace. Releasing his balls, she used two hands to
stroke his swollen penis, licking and sucking on the head and shaft,
moving so fast her hands seemed to blur. She was amazed at how much
thicker and heavier it got, and how much the head grew, when he was
this close to cumming.
He could feel it building, deep inside him, the pressure growing to a
point where he knew he couldn't stop it.
"Here it comes, I'm gonna do it now. Just keep stroking till I'm
finished! Please!"
Brenda pulled her head back and just stared at the head of his cock,
eyes wide, waiting for it. She kept on stroking with both hands as
fast as she could, and suddenly it happened.
Thick spurts of white cum started jetting out of the tip of his prick,
shooting into the air and landing all over his stomach and chest. She
watched with awe, amazed at all the stuff that was coming out and how
far it was flying. One of the older girls had told her that guys
stuff shot out and went everywhere, but she never imagined it would be
like this.
She kept pumping until nothing else came out, not even the little oozy
bits at the end. Richard asked her to stop. "Please, let me rest for
a minute." He was breathing hard, sweat covering his entire body.
The heat in the room felt almost stifling to his heaving lungs.
As he recovered, he looked down to see what she was doing. One hand
was holding his now-deflating prick, the other was doing slow twirls
in the small puddles of cum on his stomach. Every once in a while,
that hand would move to her mouth and she'd lick off the cum from her
fingertips, then it would go back to another puddle and start swirling
again.
"That was wonderful. Thank you." His orgasm, after all the tension
of the past few days, along with all the sexual teasing he'd had to
endure, had been intense. He felt incredibly relaxed and mellow.
"You're welcome. So that's what a guy does when he cums. Is it
always this messy?"
Richard, still breathing heavy, used one finger to play in the same
puddle her fingers were at. Then he lifted his finger and held it in
front of her mouth. She looked at it like a bird looking at a worm,
head moving from one side to the other, staring down her nose, eyes
crossed. Then her mouth opened and engulfed his finger, sucking and
licking on it until it was clean.
"No, usually it's not this messy. When a guy comes inside a girl, all
the semen is concentrated into a small area, in her vagina. It
doesn't jet out like it did here. The same thing if he comes in her
mouth. Even when it's done like this, a guy might have a towel or rag
or some tissue to squirt it onto, to keep from making a mess."
"Guys really come in girls mouths? That sounds kinda gross."
"It's not much different than what you're doing, licking it off your
fingers. It's just that there would be more of it, and the taste
would seem much stronger. By the way, how does it taste?"
"Well, sorta salty-sour, and maybe a bit bitter. Not that bad in
little bits, but I'm not sure I'd want to try a mouthful."
"I don't blame you." Swirling his finger in a puddle, he stuck it in
his own mouth and sucked it clean. "No, it doesn't taste too good.
But, I guess in the passion of the moment, the taste would probably be
ignored."
Brenda started to slide up Richard's body, lubricating her breasts and
stomach with his semen and their combined sweat. The heat in the room
was intense. She stopped when her lips were almost touching his.
Using a finger to scrape some of the liquid from his chest, she held
it between their mouths, hers opening first, and him following her
lead. She put her finger into his mouth, then sealed their mouths
together with her lips, sliding her tongue in to lick at his lips and
teeth, and at her finger.
His tongue followed hers, touching and teasing, licking on her finger,
then darting into her mouth for a quick run around the inside of her
lips. They could both taste the salt/sour taste of his semen, along
with the stronger salt taste of their sweat.
Breaking the kiss, Brenda nuzzled her head into his shoulder. "No, it
doesn't taste nearly as bad when you share it." She started to move
around on his body, sliding her breasts back and forth and wiggling
her hips. Then she parted her legs, straddling his waist, and started
a slow rocking motion. His prick was still oozing slightly, and it
was positioned right below her pussy. This was quickly bringing it
back to life.
"Better not do that, Tinkerbell. Didn't your Mommy tell you how
babies were made?"
"Hmmm, maybe. I think it went something like this." She scooped up a
big dollop of cum on her finger and proceeded to rub it into the crack
of her pussy. "Am I close?" She looked at him, smiling her seductive
little girl smile.
Richard groaned. She'd moved too fast, and it was done before he
realized what she was up to. "I don't think you should have done
that, Brenda."
"Why not? I want to have babies too, you know."
He just lay there with a pained expression on his face, eyes closed,
picturing what was going to happen.
"I just think I'm a little to young to have them right now."
Opening one eye, he just looked at her, grimacing.
"Don't worry! Mom's had me on birth control pills since I went out on
my first date. She said that she trusts me, but doesn't much trust
all the boys I might go out with. She'd rather I was protected in
case something happened than leave me unprotected and make a possible
bad situation much worse. So I'm safe."
Saying that, she pushed down on his shoulders, lifting herself up, and
started to grind her pussy down on the length of his cock. His hands
automatically went up and started to squeeze and caress her breasts,
teasing her nipples with his thumbs. This was sending small shocks
from her breasts to her groin, intensifying the wonderful feelings she
was getting by rubbing against his cock. Small whimpers and moans
started to come out of her mouth. "Please, do me again." Her
breathing was getting heavier and more erratic.
"Do what?" He looked at her blankly, only a hint of a smile betraying
him.
"You know, do me, like yesterday!" She was definitely getting there,
breathing in short gasps, moans and whimpers escaping regularly.
"I've been waiting for it all day! Please!
Her pussy felt like it was on fire. She'd been anticipating this
since she woke up that morning, feeling it build up deep inside, her
clit twitching in time with her heartbeat, even when she was beating
off Richard. Now she desperately craved a release, needing to cum so
bad, and she knew that doing herself off like this, exciting as it
felt, wasn't going to be enough right now.
"Come on, please! I neeeed it now!! EAT ME! SUCK MY PUSSY! Stick
that tongue inside me NOW! PLEEAAASE!" She was pleading, almost
screaming for release, and it wouldn't come without his help.
Richard grabbed her waist and rolled over onto her. He was on top of
her now, with his newly hardened prick resting along her virgin pussy.
Her hips were thrusting by themselves, rubbing along his cock, trying
to get something into her vagina.
He steeled himself, and slid down until his mouth was above her
crotch. He didn't want to take her cherry that way, not in a moment's
passion. She trusted him too much for him to do that to her. He
wanted to do it when he was sure it was what he and she both desired,
when they both knew what was happening. The way things were going,
that would be soon.
Her thrusting hips, and the hands trying to pull his head inside her,
soon made him forget about that. He set to work with his lips,
tongue, and fingers, knowing she needed to get off as soon as
possible. She was frantic, her hips were bucking like crazy, moans,
cries, and whimpers were coming out of her mouth, along with
unintelligible shouts and words.
He stuck his tongue as deep into her pussy as he could, swirling it
around, gathering her juices and flavours, then licked up through her
crack, right over top of her clit. This sent a shock through her
body, and she arched and jumped in response. Clamping his mouth over
her clit, he sucked it into his mouth, running his tongue along the
skin all around it, then flicking the tip of it. She was starting to
shudder, release was close.
Lubricating one finger with the juices on her belly, he slid it into
her crack, sliding it up and down a few times. Her whole body started
to bounce up and down. Then he eased it into her hole, sliding it in
and out with a fast rhythm, occasionally pushing in far enough to
touch her virginity.
Her vaginal walls started to spasm, grabbing and releasing his finger
as her climax hit. She gave out a long moan, arching her body to try
and get more contact on her clit. Her hips were gyrating wildly, so
he had to work hard to keep his mouth and finger in position and
moving. She stopped spasming and collapsed, shudders wracking her
body, as her climax worked its way through. Richard slowly eased up,
reducing the stimulation as the shockwaves died down. Eventually, he
and the orgasm both stopped.
Brenda just lay there, breathing heavily, eyes fluttering. She was
awake, but too wrung out to move or speak. Richard got up, turned the
heat back down, turned off the light, opened the window a crack, then
climbed back into bed. Pulling Brenda up into him, he cradled her
head in his arm and kissed her lightly on the lips. Cuddling her
sweat and semen covered body to his, he covered them both up, ready
for sleep. The only thing he heard her say was "wow".
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<< End of chapter 4>>
Next chapter - wet dreams, a *great* morning, breakfast,
Caitlin talks to Vicky
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