Message-ID: <478eli$9704111044@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: Shelby Bush Subject: BOMBADIL: "Brenda - A Love Story" 4/9 Brenda - A Love Story [ M/f f/f ] by Tom Bombadil (c) Aug 1996 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 ********************************************************************** 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, facing the wall. Her whole body was shaking with quiet sobs. "Brenda?" 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, 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 then rolled over, climbed onto Richard's lap, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and started crying into his shoulder. He knew that at that moment, 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, Tinkerbell, 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, then 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 ok, 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 ok 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, 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. Caitlin, this is my friend Brenda. Brenda, this is my baby sister Caitlin." "Hi Caitlin" "Uh, hi, Brenda." Caitlin hadn't taken her eyes off Brenda since she walked into the room. She looked hot, devastatingly so, and 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. She could finally see how her brother gotten into such a situation. It would be hard to say no to anything that 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 after taste, 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 holding on to Richard, 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 position to get some relief for his almost painful erection, Brenda wriggled 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 apparently fair game. He didn't know if it 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," she thought, "it's his choice, so he'll just have to live with the consequences." The problem was, watching them was getting her hotter and hotter. Her panties were already soaked through, 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 that 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 made a mental note 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 'accidentally' 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 to Caitlin, almost like a dream. Mary went off to the kitchen to get herself some soda. She'd had enough wine, 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 Caitlin so worked up she doesn't know if she's coming or going. I thought you'd notice. 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 still trying to keep the volume down to 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 that 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, but Vicky said she'd talked to you already. 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, and she sipped on it, not noticing the contents. "Like I said. Vicky is an experienced lover, at least when it comes to other women. Her first partner 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 our daughter had 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 something going for Caitlin." "I wish I'd known. My baby, hurting, needing me, and I didn't know." "Dear, you know now. Sitting out there with Caitlin, 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 Caitlin could or would respond, because I think Vicky needs someone, at least for a while. 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. Caitlin 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 things 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 judgment 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 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 about to explode, and if I don't get some relief, 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, giving him a little smile. Will whispered back in his daughter's ear. "Ok honey, but go get a bag packed quick. We're sending Richard and Caitlin 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 that possibility. "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, as if in a dream, 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 a 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 almost 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 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. Will broke into Mary's thoughts. "Dear, could I see you in the kitchen for a minute?" 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 Caitlin seems to be available and willing." Looking into his eyes, seeing his love for her in there, she had to trust him, and 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 ignored before. It was almost like there were conspiracies going on around her that she knew nothing about. "Yes," she said to herself, "a long talk with Will, a longer one with Vicky, and maybe even another chat with Brenda will be in order for tomorrow." Behind her, she heard her husband's voice. "Okay, Vicky, if both Caitlin and Richard agree, you can stay over at their place tonight too. But it's up to them first. Caitlin?" 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?" That was the first Richard had heard of it. His mind had been elsewhere a short while ago. "Well, only if you agree to it. Caitlin'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 to 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 that 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 her dream soon, but to her, it felt wonderful. She knew she'd probably feel as guilty as hell the next morning, but that was a long way away. Looking at Brenda, and watching her with Richard had turned her on a little, but it was Vicky's touches, her hugs and not-so-chaste kisses, that had inflamed her passions. The back of her dress and the seat cushion were 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, voice 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. ********************************************************************** 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 went 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. He had given Caitlin 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, which had been 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, and a throw-rug lay 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 onto the 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, because he actually blushed when she said that. Of course, he didn'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 after 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 what had seemed almost inevitable. 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 flood 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 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 suppressing came back in one big rush. She started to cry, silently sobbing to herself, as she undressed for bed. Vicky saw, 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 that 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 to him 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 houseguests to attend to first." "Well, I certainly hope you didn't attend to them like I hope you'll be attending to me, handsome, or I just might 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, taking his time, 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 whine 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 that 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 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 fervor, slipping his tongue into her mouth, sliding one arm under her, running his fingers along the back of her neck and down her shoulders, moving 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 cock 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 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 dick, 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 cock, 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 the previous night and her torture of him earlier that evening, he knew that he wouldn'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 cock with her whole 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 put his prick in her mouth and sucked, 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 cock 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 that 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 cock, 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 that. 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 comes. Is it always this messy?" Richard, still breathing heavily, used one finger to play in the same puddle her fingers were in. 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. That was quickly bringing it back to life. "Better not do that, Tinkerbell. Didn't your mommy tell you how babies are 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 innocent 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 too young to have them right now." Opening one eye, he just looked at her. "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 necessarily 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, lifted 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. That 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 that, exciting as it felt, wasn't going to be enough. "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, 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 pussy. 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, made him soon 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 coming out of her mouth along with unintelligible shouts and words. He stuck his tongue as deep into her pussy as he could, swirled it around, gathered her juices and flavors, then licked up through her crack, right over top of her clit. That 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 its tip. She was starting to shudder, her release was close. Lubricating one finger with the juices on her belly, he slid it into her crack, moving it forward and back 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 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'. ********************************************************************** << End of chapter 4>> Next chapter - wet dreams, a *great* morning, breakfast, Caitlin talks to Vicky (Well, was that better? There's some more in the next chapter. Be warned though, there's more story in it too. You can't have everything. There was a lot of teasing going on though, wasn't there. I enjoyed it. I still wonder how Vicky got the way she is. After all, there aren't very many eleven year old girls capable of seducing a seventeen year old woman.) -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /