Message-ID: <7038eli$9801061711@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "ass.reposter" Subject: RP. by REQ: Brenda - a Love Story (Best stories from my archive) [2/3] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: somogy1@hotmail.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="BRENDLOV.TXT" Content-Disposition: inline; filename="BRENDLOV.TXT" X-Original-Message-ID: <34B0EB61.1C81@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: [continued] Subject: BOMBADIL: "Brenda - A Love Story" 4/9 From: Shelby Bush Date: 11 Apr 1997 14:44:45 GMT -------- 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.) Subject: BOMBADIL: "Brenda - A Love Story" 5/9 From: Shelby Bush Date: 11 Apr 1997 14:46:50 GMT -------- Brenda - A Love Story [ M/f f/f ] by Tom Bombadil (c) Aug 1996 Chapter 5 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 - wet dreams, a *great* morning, breakfast, Caitlin talks to Vicky ********************************************************************** Sometime during the night, Caitlin was having a wonderful dream. She was back with Angie, and Angie was doing deliciously naughty things to her. That mouth on her nipple, teasing and nibbling, her left hand caressing and fondling her breast, pinching and pulling on the other nipple, and Angie's right hand down between her legs, sliding a finger up and down inside her pussy, pulled out memories of those wonderful nights not too long ago from where she had carefully packed them away in her mind. Her slit was quickly heating up, juices starting to flow, moistening her pussy lips even more. When that hand down there started to tease her clit, she moaned, and started to squirm. Pushing the mouth that was on her breast down toward her needy hole, she quickly twisted around until she was under the other girl's crotch. Diving in, almost frantic with desire, she started to lick and suck like crazy. Something seemed a little different, out of place for a second. Then the other girl started lapping hungrily at her slit. All thoughts forgotten, Caitlin started in again, licking and sucking as fast as she could, wanting, needing to get off, and wanting the other girl to cum with her. Licking a finger to lubricate it, then sliding it around in the other girl's slit for more lubrication, she inserted it into the girl's love hole. It was tighter than she remembered, but soon the girl's vaginal muscles relaxed and her finger stroked in and out more easily. Then the other girl jammed two fingers into Caitlin's twat. She just about hit the roof. She started to lick and suck and pump as fast as she was able, and could feel the other girl doing the same things to her. She felt the other girl spasm and ease up as she climaxed, moaning loudly, but Caitlin couldn't stop because she hadn't gotten what she needed yet. The other girl all of a sudden started back in, licking, sucking and pumping as fast as ever, and started to moan and whimper into Caitlin's crotch. That's what finally sent her over the edge, to a long-needed climax, arching her back, whining, almost crying in her passion. The other girl never let up through the whole orgasm, pushing her to her limits. Only when it was over did the other girl stop and slide around to kiss her on the lips. Caitlin just hung onto that kiss, wrapping her arms and legs around the other girl, hugging her tight, until she fell back to sleep. ********************************************************************** When Caitlin woke up the next morning, she was feeling wonderfully sleepy and lazy. Laying there, revelling in the luxury of a warm bed in the early morning, she suddenly realized she wasn't alone. Someone was in bed with her, head resting on her shoulder, arms and legs entangled with hers. She remembered her dream. Guilt and pain started flooding back, and she couldn't stop herself from crying again, realizing what had happened, what she had done to Vicky. That woke Vicky up. Stretching her neck a little, she turned and kissed the crying Caitlin full on the lips, then started nibbling and licking her way down her neck, along one shoulder, dropping lower and sliding her lips along Caitlin's breast until she reached the nipple. She sucked it into her mouth, licking it, twirling it around with her tongue, teasing it with her teeth. Caitlin's low cries to stop, don't do this please, were totally ignored. Her body responded quickly to the stimulation, and she felt that need stirring again in her groin. She couldn't seem to gather the strength to push Vicky off, not that her body would really let her, so she gave in to it and started to caress Vicky's shoulders and back, occasionally sending her hand down far enough to brush her ass cheeks. That brought forth the occasional purr or moan from Vicky, who didn't seem like she was ever going to release that nipple. Vicky was listening carefully to the sounds Caitlin was making, waiting for them to change from whimpers asking for her to stop, to little sighs and moans of pleasure. When that happened, she twisted her body so that her breasts were facing Caitlin, and switched over to Caitlin's other nipple. Almost immediately, Vicky felt hands sliding up and down her entire body, touching and caressing every part of it. She let out a long sigh of pleasure, and started her own exploration, using her hands, mouth, and tongue, kissing and licking every square inch of skin she could reach. Caitlin shivered with delight when Vicky nibbled on the backs of her knees, and moaned when she started kissing and licking between her toes. Caitlin was just sliding her lips over Vicky's hip when she felt fingers caressing the inside of her thigh. She spread her legs apart in invitation, and in she came, with little licks, kisses and nibbles, working her way slowly up one inner thigh, then, disappointingly, down the other. Her own explorations were bringing her closer and closer to a delightful-looking little pussy, just past her nose. A groan of delight slipped out when she felt those nibbles and kisses inching their way back up the inside of her leg, towards her waiting need. They started at the same time, slowly stroking each other's nether lips, matching their rhythms, finding those extra-sensitive spots so they could return later. Nothing existed right then except their mutual pleasure. Vicky felt a tongue start to tease apart her outer lips, so she returned the favor by sliding her tongue into Caitlin's crack and licking at the entrance to her hole. Caitlin's tongue found Vicky's tiny clit, and started to tease and tickle it into its full size and hardness. Both girls were moaning and whimpering in pleasure. Vicky suddenly felt Caitlin's arms wrap around her hips and she was pulled up into the top half of a normal sixty-nine. She wantonly spread her thighs as wide as they would go, as Caitlin did the same, both enjoying the extra freedom it gave for exploring the other's pussy. They both knew it was just about time for a much-needed release, so when Caitlin felt Vicky starting to lick and suck at a fever pitch, she whined and purred with pleasure, and started in, frantically using her fingers, tongue, lips, and anything else in the neighborhood, to get Vicky to cum again. It was over in a few minutes, with both girls hitting their climaxes at almost the same time, bucking and straining against each other, each trying to prolong the other's orgasm as long as possible, not wanting the waves of pleasure to end. Eventually, they both collapsed in exhaustion. Once again, Vicky swung around, still laying on top of Caitlin, and kissed her on the mouth. This time Caitlin knew who it was, and with eyes open, returned the kiss in full. They lay there for a while, enjoying each other's warmth, the touch of skin on skin, slowly feeling each other come down from their highs, and letting strength flow back into exhausted limbs. Vicky was the first one to stir, more out of need than desire. "Mmmmm. Now this is the way every morning should start." Caitlin, feeling too good and too tired for her guilt to come back right then, just sighed, lying there with a contented smile on her face. Vicky would have loved to just lie there and snuggle for the rest of the day, but her body was telling her to get moving. Feeling deliciously naughty, she padded over to the door, stark naked, and whispered to Caitlin "I'll be back in a minute." "Where do you think you're going, dressed like that?" she whispered back. "To the bathroom, where else." "But what if someone sees you out there? I mean, you're naked!" "Who's going to see me, my sister?" "No! My brother!" "Well, it might be the first time he sees me naked, but I don't think it'll be the last." She gave Caitlin an evil grin as she opened the door and peeked out. Nobody was in sight. She made it into the bathroom without incident. ********************************************************************** Richard woke up early with a raging hard-on that wouldn't be denied. He didn't want to wake Brenda, so he slowly unwrapped himself from her arms and legs and slid over to the edge of the bed. He then started to jerk himself off, trying to do it as quietly and gently as he could. He was just getting into a good, steady rhythm when he heard a familiar voice. "So that's how boys do it by themselves." She was lying exactly as he had left her, except that her eyes were open and staring at his cock. "I've never watched a guy do it before. Doesn't it hurt, rubbing it so fast and so hard?" Richard, who had kept his concentration and his rhythm, had a hard time answering, grunting out words as he pumped. "No. Doesn't hurt if you know how. Takes practice." He was nearing the point of release when she told him to stop. She grabbed his hand in both of hers and literally pulled it away from his cock. Wrapping one of her small hands as far around his cock as it would go, she leaned over and lapped up the little drops of pre-cum that were there. Turning and looking at him over her shoulder, she smiled. "Remember what I said the other night? This thing is mine! Besides, I need the practice more than you do." With that, she turned back to the task at hand (in hand?) and began to suck on his prick, sliding down the shaft until the head hit the back of her mouth, then back up again. Her tongue swirled and licked at the shaft and head as they came into range, bringing moans of delight from Richard. He was in heaven. That was definitely better than beating his meat - in fact, it was better than a good bit of the sex he'd had in his life! She had a nice rhythm going, bobbing her head up and down almost like a mechanical doll, sliding his prick in and out of her mouth with smooth, even strokes, except that once in a while she would dip down a little lower, and he could feel the head of his prick slide into her throat. She WAS practicing, while doing that to him. "I'm not sure I'll be able to take it," he thought to himself, "when she really gets to know what she's doing." He could feel the sensations starting to churn his insides, mixing everything up, and getting ready for his release. His hands were automatically looking for something to grab onto, moving around, gripping and releasing the sheets, blankets, pillows, whatever they could reach. One of them found Brenda's leg. Sliding upward, past her knee, he started to caress her inner thigh, moving up toward her mound, wanting to play and tickle in there. Her thighs closed, locking around his hand, keeping it away from what it wanted. Looking down at what she was doing, he could see beads and streaks of saliva on his shaft, all the way to the hairs. Then she took an extra-deep mouthful, and he saw his entire member disappear into her mouth, down to his balls, and watched as her throat expanded to accept what she was pushing into it. His head fell back as the sight, sound, and sensation of what she was doing to him drove him closer to the edge. He could feel it building inside him, almost ready to burst through. "I'm gonna cum! Here it comes!" Brenda pulled her head off his cock and began pumping it furiously with both hands. She watched carefully as he shot his load, squirt after squirt arcing into the air to land on his chest and stomach. When his pumping slowed down to the last dribbles, she put her mouth around his cock again, licking and sucking the last few drops of cum into her mouth. When it was completely drained and cleaned, she pulled up and turned towards his face. "Now, doesn't that feel better than doing it yourself?" He could only moan, still feeling weak and drained. Turning and looking at his cock again, she spotted a last drop of cum oozing out of the tip. She sucked his member into her mouth for a few more seconds, licking up that last little taste. Richard squirmed and moaned a little at the extra sensation. Pulling back a bit, looking at his now-limp cock, she asked a question that had been running around in her mind since the first time she saw him naked. "Richard, when we do it for real, the first time, will it hurt a lot?" "When we do it for real?" His mind was still a little foggy from the aftermath, so he didn't clue in to what she meant. "Yes, for real, when you put this thing (grabbing his cock) inside me. I'm a little scared, 'cause some of the older girls said it hurt a lot the first time." He was now listening very carefully, aware of the fact she was talking about when, not if, it would happen, and sounding like it would be very soon. "I'm not sure how much it will hurt, but from what I've heard, it usually hurts at least a little bit when a girl gets her hymen broken. Any other pain is because the guy is inexperienced or in too much of a hurry to get the girl properly excited, and she gets stretched too quickly." "You wouldn't be like that, would you?" "Of course not. If I was, you wouldn't be a virgin right now. It was real tempting last night when I was laying on top of you, but I was a good boy." "I'm glad. I want our first time to be special." She turned and looked at him. "I'll tell you when I'm ready. The way you're working me up, it's gonna be real soon." She then rubbed her breasts and nipples into his stomach, coating them with his seed, and slowly proceeded to slide her body up over his chest, covering them both with a film of his semen, not stopping until her lips were almost touching his. She kissed him several times while he lay there, mostly quick, sudden contacts of lips on lips, but the last one was a long, slow, deliberate, sensuous massage with her tongue. He could taste his cum on her lips and in her mouth. "Mmmm. Such a nice way to start the morning, don't you think? A nice, relaxing bath of cum." She wriggled around on top of him, smearing them both a little more, then half-slid onto the bed, so only her chest was on top of him. His hand caressed her shoulder, and slowly moved down her side and back to her thigh, where it worked its way around to between her legs. She opened them a little as an invitation, which his hand accepted, and it moved up to stroke her pussy. "You didn't want me to do this a few minutes ago." "I was busy! I can't practice when you're distracting me. Besides, I like it better whey you're concentrating properly. Like now." She wriggled her bottom and opened her thighs a bit more. After a few seconds, she rolled away from him, sighing. "I need a shower and breakfast before you put me through anything like last night again." She rolled back to give him another kiss. "It was wonderful, but I don't think I could stand it that strong very often." Grinning, he kissed her back. "You won't get those really intense ones very often. They usually happen only after a long buildup, or after a lot of emotional ups and downs. You had both yesterday, so last night's could be considered a 'mind blowing experience'. That's how some people describe a very intense orgasm." "Yeah, that's about what it felt like. I was there, but didn't really feel, well, attached, sorta like, oh, 'floating in a sea of ecstasy'. I got that from one of my mom's books." "I like it. Anyway, I think I'll go see about that shower and breakfast you were talking about." "Awww, just lie here a bit longer, please?" "I don't think I can. Mother nature won't be denied. Besides, think of the fun we could have in the shower." He gave her another kiss, rolled out of bed, and pulled on his jockey shorts. "Back in a few minutes." He opened the door and stepped into the hallway. "Eeek!" Richard looked, and saw Vicky's naked backside running down the hall to his sister's room. He watched her run, noticing that her body was definitely rounding out from little-girl skinny to a slightly curvier, softer, young-lady figure. He saw that she didn't have any tan lines either. As she disappeared into his sister's bedroom, she turned, giving him a glimpse of her pussy and just-developing breasts. She stuck her tongue out at him before she shut the door. Humming to himself, he walked into the bathroom. ********************************************************************** When Vicky climbed back into bed with Caitlin, they wrapped their arms and legs around each other and kissed for a few seconds. "I take it my brother caught you out in the hall, little missy. Is that why you were gone so long? Waiting for him?" "Yeah, I guess I was. I heard him moving around in the bedroom, and I couldn't resist. I hung around just outside the bathroom, and when he opened his door, I squealed and ran! It wasn't as good as it could have been, though." "Oh, why?" "He was wearing his shorts, so I couldn't see anything." "Well, little missy, are you trying to get into my brother's pants too?" Caitlin was trying to keep her tone light and playful, but the thought that this girl might also be chasing after her brother was unsettling. "Nope, not really. If he asked, I might, but I'm not sure. I just like teasing. I don't think I want any boys yet. Or men. Maybe later. Right now, I like girls. Besides, he looked awful, covered in sweat, gooey splotches all over him, and streaks of white stuff dribbling down his front." Vicky started to play with one of Caitlin's nipples. "It sounds like my brother was having fun. Mmmm. Nice. Better stop though, 'cause I don't think I can wait long enough to finish." Still playing with that nipple, Vicky answered "Okay, go ahead, don't let me stop you." "You ARE a nasty tease, aren't you." Caitlin groaned and rolled out of bed. Pulling on a housecoat, she looked at Vicky. I don't think my brother is ready for the shock of his sister walking around the house in the nude." She grinned. "At least, not yet, anyway. By the way, I seem to recall us both wearing something to bed last night, but this morning we're rather naked. Did you have anything to do with it?" Vicky put on her cute little girl face, smiling and looking up at Caitlin with her big, soft, deep-green eyes. "Who, sweet little innocent me?" "Don't try to pull that 'sweet innocent' stuff on me." Caitlin was smiling at Vicky as she said that. "Especially after what you did to me yesterday. Anyway, I'm heading downstairs for a shower." "I think I'll join you. I need one too, and I'd like someone to scrub my back for me." "Okay, but you'd better wear something this time." They went out together, heading downstairs to the shower. ********************************************************************** When Richard came out of the bathroom, he saw his sister and Vicky heading down the stairs. "Good morning you two. Up already?" "Yep. Just heading for the shower." "Okay. Let me know when you're done. I need one too." Richard had sponged himself down in the bathroom, removing most of the mess from last night and this morning. As he walked back into his bedroom, he heard some moaning. Brenda was lying there, spread out on the bed, covers thrown back, one hand buried in her crotch, the other squeezing and pulling at her breasts. "So that's how girls do it by themselves." Her eyes opened a bit and she looked at him, but her hands never slowed down. "Don't just stand there. Help!" Kneeling on the bed beside her, he pulled her hand away from her breasts. It immediately dropped down to help with her pussy. Using both hands, he massaged and fondled her mounds, pinching and pulling at the nipples, working them hard. Lowering his mouth to hers, he started a soft kiss. Right now, she didn't want it soft, she needed everything fast and hard, so she ground her mouth up into his, practically sucking his tongue out of his mouth, jabbing and poking with her own. One of her hands had two fingers sliding up and down her slit, pausing to work on her clit with every upstroke. The other hand had one finger inside her hole, pounding in and out as fast as she could move it. The tension was building quickly in her groin, and she felt it would only be a few more seconds before her release. Grunting, gasping, breathing hard through her nose, she kept the suction going to his mouth, unwilling to let him go when she was that close to the top. Then it happened. She spasmed, moaning and whimpering into his mouth, shockwaves moving through her body, making her rock from side to side. Richard could feel it when her orgasm hit, her mouth opening wide, breaking the suction, tongue slowing down. He kept his mouth locked to hers all through the spasms, sucking at her, playing with her tongue, letting her breathe through his mouth. Gradually she subsided, her moans and whimpers dying down, her hands slowing and then stopping, his hands releasing her breasts. He kept his mouth locked to hers, her breath coming only through him, her gasps and pants slowing down to more normal breathing. Finally, she wrapped her arms around his head, pressed her mouth hard against his for a second, and broke contact. She took several long, deep, shuddering breaths. "That was good. Thank you." He pulled her up to him, her head nestling into his shoulder. Pulling the covers over them both, he whispered into her ear. "Nap or breakfast?" "Nasty person, making me choose. You get breakfast ready then come back." "Okay." Richard got back up. Brenda whimpered a bit when she felt him move away, then wiggled a little deeper under the covers. She watched him put on his robe and leave, then closed her eyes. ********************************************************************** Walking into the kitchen, Richard heard the shower start up. He wondered a bit at the length of time it took for them to actually start the water, then decided that whatever they were up to was none of his business. Down in the kitchen, poking through the 'fridge and cupboards, he worked out what he had enough of to feed everybody. Toast, some bacon, a few sausages, pancake mix, eggs, orange juice, and milk. Plenty for now. Of course, with one (his sister), possibly two (thinking about upstairs), maybe three (listening to the squeals in the bathroom) extra mouths to feed, he'd certainly need to stock up. As he worked on breakfast, the laughter in the shower died down, becoming quieter and harder to hear. Then he started to hear the odd loud moan or gasp. Those two certainly weren't being quiet or shy about what they were doing. They also succeeded in bringing his member to full attention, which distracted him quite a bit from his cooking. A little while later, as he was laying out breakfast on the table, the bathroom door opened. The shower had stopped several minutes ago due to a lack of hot water (he'd checked), so he knew they'd be done shortly. Vicky came out first, hair wrapped in a towel, with another one wrapped around her body, covering her from her chest to upper thigh, leaving a lot of leg exposed. Vicky saw him, winked, and blew him a kiss. Then she saw the food on the table. "Breakfast! Goody! I'm starved!" Caitlin came out, wearing the same as Vicky, except that the towel barely covered her, going from her nipples to just below her crotch in front, and just barely covering her buns in the rear. She saw him, then saw breakfast on the table, and blushed. "I thought you were still upstairs in bed." "No, I've been down here for a while, fixing breakfast. I heard the two of you working up a healthy appetite, so I made lots. I know I'm hungry, and I think Brenda is too." She saw him glance down at the bottom of the towel and smiled a bit. She also saw the bulge in the front of his robe, and thought she knew what had caused it. "I guess you're going to have to get used to girls running around here, aren't you, big brother." With that, she deliberately sat down, giving him a good view of her legs, thighs, and hips, and glimpses of more every time she reached for something. He sighed, heading for the stairs and Brenda. It *was* going to take a lot of getting used to. His sister had definitely *not* been like that when he was living at home. Mom would have had hysterics, and dad would probably have killed her. He thought he liked her better this way. Seeing that Brenda was asleep, he sat softly on the bed, leaning over to nibble and kiss her neck and face. One hand snaked its way under the covers and began massaging and fondling a breast. She moaned, and slowly opened her eyes. "Mornin' sleepyhead. Time for breakfast. Let's go, the food's getting cold already. And if you don't hurry, there won't be any left for you. Our sisters are down there right now, eating enough for all of us." "Awright, okay, I'm coming. Don't I get a shower first? You promised." "No shower until after breakfast, I'm afraid. Those two didn't leave us any hot water." "They're up?" "I thought I said that already. Mostly up. Not dressed yet, but up. It seems to be a come-as-you-are breakfast, so it doesn't much matter if you're dressed or not." She looked at him a little strangely. "They're both fresh out of the shower, wearing nothing but a smile and a towel, having great fun teasing me. You can stay up here if you want, but I'm hungry. See you downstairs." Walking back into the kitchen, Richard saw that he'd been right. Both girls were definitely hungry, eating and chatting with each other. Caitlin hadn't bothered to adjust her towel, so he was still being treated to a peep show. He sat down and started to fill a plate for himself. "Brenda's awake, and should be down in a few minutes. That is, she will be if she woke up enough to be hungry." A few minutes later, Brenda came down, wearing her nightie and a long robe. She gave Richard a quick kiss, sat down, and started in on her breakfast. ********************************************************************** Long after the eating was done and everything was cleaned up, Vicky and Caitlin were sitting on the porch, enjoying the view and the sunshine. Brenda and Richard had gone off to pick up some groceries for lunch and dinner, after a short, rather unsatisfactory shower (due to a shortage of hot water), leaving the two of them alone. They sat there for a while, not saying anything, just getting used to being with each other. Finally, Vicky broke the silence. "Caitlin, who's Angie?" Caitlin didn't answer right away, sitting there, staring out at the beach. After a long pause, she spoke. "Where did you hear that name?" "From you. Last night. The first time we did it. You were crying her name before we started. Is she your lover?" Caitlin sat back, taking a few deep breaths, fighting down the feelings of loss and pain she knew were there. "Okay, so now I'm going to have a frank emotional talk with an eleven year old girl, one that I just met yesterday, who has already made love to me. I can handle it if I stay calm. Stay. Calm." Taking a few deep breaths, she replied. "She was my best friend, and my lover for a while." "Did she die or something?" "No, nothing that tragic, but sometimes it feels like it. Her father found us in bed together one evening while we were making love and had an absolute fit. He was going to call the police and have me arrested for seducing and raping his daughter." "How old was she?" "Fourteen, three years younger than me. She convinced her mother that I hadn't raped her or anything like that, but her father was determined that I wasn't going to ruin his daughter for life. His ultimatum was that I had to leave town and never see Angie again, or face charges." After a short pause, and a glance toward Vicky, who was still looking out over the beach, Caitlin continued. "The only people who know about this are Angie, her mother and father, Richard, and now you." "It must hurt to go through something like that. I don't think I'd like her dad." "Well, until that day, he was a pretty nice person. He just couldn't handle thinking of his daughter becoming a lesbian." "A lesbian? Is that like what we are?" "Maybe, maybe not. I'm not, and you probably aren't either." "What is a lesbian then?" "A lesbian is a woman who only loves other women, and won't or can't love a man. Some choose that lifestyle, some dislike or even hate men, and some say they are born to it." "I don't think I am one then, 'cause someday I want to go out with boys and get married and have babies. When I'm older. Did you have any other lovers? I know you haven't done it with a guy yet." "No, I haven't had any other lovers. And how do you know I haven't done it with a guy?" Vicky grinned and looked at Caitlin. "'Cause you got a hymen. I felt it." Caitlin blushed and looked away. "Okay miss smarty pants. Now it's your turn. How many other lovers have you had? And don't try and tell me I was the first. I haven't had much practice, but even I can tell you've done this a lot more than me." It was Vicky's turn to blush and turn away. After a while she answered, speaking softly and quietly. "Two. Only dad and Brenda know about them. Dad thinks I talked to mom about it, but I haven't. I think she knows now, and I'm probably in trouble." "So why me and why now? Especially in front of everybody." Vicky spent some more time thinking, staring over the beach. "Donna moved away a couple of months ago, her dad got transferred at work or something. When she moved, I hurt. Dad and Brenda tried to help, but didn't know what I needed. After a while, it didn't hurt so much, but it never went away. I don't know too many people around here except the kids in school, and wouldn't dare talk to any of them 'cause they'd think I was weird." Caitlin kept quiet, letting Vicky gather herself together, waiting for her to continue. "When I saw Brenda yesterday morning, I knew she got someone, probably Richard. The hurt started coming back. It got worse all day. At supper, I decided. I knew you were Richard's sister, so you were probably okay, you were new, you didn't seem that upset about Richard and Brenda (mom didn't think I knew yet), and looking at Brenda got you hot. I could see it. I needed someone bad. I checked with Dad first, and he let me know it would be okay with him. So I went for you. I hope you're not mad." Caitlin could almost hear the pleading, the need for acceptance in Vicky's voice. She could picture Angie going through the same thing, needing someone to hold on to. She was having a hard time holding back her tears, and knew she wouldn't be able to stop them for much longer. "Vicky, I need a hug. Please?" Vicky turned and climbed into Caitlin's lap. Both were crying, hanging on to each other, letting the tears wash away their pain. They were still holding each other when Mary stepped onto the porch. ********************************************************************** << End of chapter 5>> Next chapter - the babysitter, Vicky's great love, Vicky's punishment. (Like I said, some of the juicy stuff, some more story. If it wasn't for the story, I wouldn't be doing this, and you wouldn't get the juicy bits, so there. Anyway, I think I may need a new monitor. The screen got rather blurry a few times when I was writing parts of these last two chapters. ;-) Ah well, maybe I should try writing for Harlequin instead.) Subject: BOMBADIL: "Brenda - A Love Story" 6/9 From: Shelby Bush Date: 11 Apr 1997 14:54:38 GMT -------- Brenda - A Love Story [ M/f f/f ] by Tom Bombadil (c) Aug 1996 Chapter 6 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 - the babysitter, Vicky's great love, Vicky's punishment. ********************************************************************** Mary and her husband Will had had a long talk that morning about their daughters Vicky and Brenda, but most of it was about Vicky, what she had hidden from her mother, how she had lied to her father and sister, and about her behaviour the previous evening. Apparently, Vicky had been involved in a couple of heated sexual affairs without anyone knowing about it. Will found out about the second one after the other girl had moved away, and been told by Vicky about the first one. He'd found her in her room in the middle of a crying session, and she'd told him everything. She also said that she'd talked to Mom already, and told her the same as she'd told him, and that she'd get over it faster if nobody said anything about it anymore. Somewhere in the middle of their conversation, Brenda walked in on them, having overheard enough to realize what was going on, wanting to know the whole story and if she could help. It ended with Will and Vicky both agreeing not to talk about her problems with anyone outside the family, and also agreeing not to mention or refer to those incidents where Vicky could hear. She said she'd get over it faster that way. After listening to all that, Mary told her husband that Vicky had never said anything to her about it, ever, and why hadn't he talked to her about it. It turned out Vicky was somewhat to blame there as well. During the weeks following her confession to her father, she hung around the house a lot, and crawled into bed with them a few times. Since nothing was said about it, Will assumed that Mary did know what was going on, and was following the same instructions, not to mention it while Vicky was around. After that, other matters took on more importance, and the situation started sliding into the background. Vicky spoke with her father a few times, talking at length about how she felt, and how she thought she was getting over Donna. Vicky was her old self around the house, and wasn't having any more crying jags, so Will just let the matter slide. Until the previous night. They both realized that Vicky had gone through a hard emotional time, and agreed that if Vicky and Caitlin hit it off, they wouldn't interfere with things too much, at least not right away. Vicky did need to be disciplined for lying, and a couple of weeks being grounded would probably be adequate. It would do for a punishment, and give Vicky and Caitlin some time to cool off. Mary went over to Richard's place a little before lunch, to see what was happening, and to bring Vicky home for a long chat. When she got there, things were a little different than what she'd expected. Vicky and Caitlin were still on the porch when Mary arrived. Caitlin was reclining, stretched out in the lounger, with Vicky curled up in her lap, head buried in Caitlin's shoulder. Caitlin had her head turned into Vicky's neck and shoulder as well, so you couldn't see either of their faces. It looked like they were necking, right there in the open. Mary sat down in the other lounger, sitting upright, looking at the two girls. Listening carefully, she heard the odd muffled sob and a bit of sniffling. "Vicky, is everything all right?" Vicky turned her head to look at her mother, letting her see both of their faces. They were both red-eyed, with streaks running down their cheeks. It looked like both had done some serious crying. "I'm okay mom." She slid down a little lower on Caitlin, laying her head down on the bigger girl's chest, hugging her tight with both arms, looking at her mother, blinking away the last few tears. Caitlin, her arms still around Vicky, gave her a small squeeze. "You both look terrible. What's the matter?" When Vicky didn't answer, Caitlin did. "We'll be okay in a little while. We've been talking. It seems Vicky and I have a few things in common. I take it you and your husband had a discussion about Vicky this morning?" "Yes, but why would you be asking about that?" "Like I said, we've both had some similar experiences. She told me a little bit about what's been happening in her life and what's going on right now, and I've told her a little bit about my past. We've been commiserating. So what have you decided to do about us?" "What do you mean, 'do about us'?" "Well, Vicky's already told me about how she lied to her Dad and Brenda. She knows she's in trouble for that, and expects to be punished for it. But what she's really worried about, and me as well, is what you're going to do about us, meaning me and Vicky." Vicky was just lying there through all that, letting Caitlin do the talking, blinking back the tears, sniffling every once in a while, listening, and watching her mother. "Well, Will and I had decided on something, but now I'm not too sure about what we'd planned. What I think I'd like is for Vicky (looking her daughter in the eye) to tell me the whole story, right from the start. Okay, Vicky? Ready to come home and tell me about it?" "I'd rather stay here, Mom. I'd feel a lot better telling you about it here than at home right now." She and Caitlin both shifted a bit, making themselves a little more comfortable. "All right, but let me get comfortable first." Mary stood and turned her lounger so it was partially facing the two girls. After stretching out, she looked at her daughter. "Okay then, I want to hear the whole story, right from the start, and don't leave anything out." ********************************************************************** <> It started about a year ago, when Vicky was ten. Mom and dad were out for the night and weren't expected back until sometime the next afternoon. Their babysitter, a sixteen year old girl both parents had known for a few years, put each of the kids to bed and then curled up in their parents bed to sleep (the standard arrangement). You couldn't really call Robyn pretty, let alone beautiful, but she was somewhat cute, with an air of innocence around her. She did make the best of what she had, keeping her light brown shoulder-length hair shiny, clean, and well done up, using only a little makeup, mostly to enhance her grey-blue eyes (her best feature), and making sure her pearly-whites were exactly that. She was fairly short at 4'11", and a little chubby. Her breasts were medium sized, about a 'B' cup, and fairly firm, considering her figure. Sometime during the night a thunderstorm broke out. The repeated claps of thunder and flashes of lightning woke Vicky up and frightened her enough that she ran from her bed and crawled in with Robyn (the babysitter). Robyn tried to comfort Vicky, hugging her, petting her, and stroking her back. Eventually Vicky calmed down, but Robyn didn't stop the cuddling and petting. Vicky was enjoying it in a sleepy sort of way, so she didn't object when the touching became more intimate. Robyn worked on Vicky for quite some time that night, eventually bringing her to her first real orgasm. She went back to sleep lying in Robyn's arms, still being cuddled and caressed, and feeling very warm and cozy. After that night, Vicky ended up in bed with Robyn every time Robyn babysat, usually two or three times each month. Robyn brought Vicky along slowly, never pushing, teaching her how to accept pleasure from another woman, and how to give it in return. Vicky, at age ten, had been brought into her sexuality. Robyn introduced Donna to Vicky about six months after Vicky's first sexual encounter. Donna was a shy, quiet girl, still quite short (4'2") but starting to sprout and develop. Her hair was a dark honey-blond, kept short in almost a page-boy cut. Her face was very nice and well-proportioned, showing some of the beauty that would be hers when she grew older. Her body was also starting to develop some of the charms she would have later, with long, slender legs, delicate, expressive hands, breasts that were starting to cone out, and the beginnings of a real figure, with a real waist, nicely developing hips, and a well-rounded bottom. The boys were beginning to notice. Vicky's parents were both required to be out of town for the night, on rather sudden notice, and were having a hard time finding a sitter. Finally, after some fast negotiations, they managed to get Robyn, but with a compromise. Robyn was already committed to babysitting another couple's eleven-year-old daughter overnight, so it was agreed that Robyn would bring the other girl with her to sleep over, after everyone's parents had given their permission. Robyn herself had actually made the suggestion. When Vicky found out that Robyn was going to babysit, but that another girl would be coming over as well, she got into a bit of a mood. Those special times with Robyn had become a very important part of Vicky's life. She didn't know if she'd get any time with her friend for their 'special' playing, because Donna would be sleeping in her parents' bed too. That afternoon and evening were somewhat strained. Donna was a shy, withdrawn girl, quite unlike Vicky and Brenda, and didn't join in much with their playing and joking. Vicky was also feeling jealous of the way Donna and Robyn sometimes looked at each other. She recognized that look, because it was the same one her friend occasionally gave her. When putting the girls into their beds, Robyn whispered to Vicky "It's okay. You're welcome to sneak in later. We can still hug and cuddle. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Feeling better, Vicky whispered back "Yes, please. I like hugs and cuddles." A short while later, she was peeking into her parents' bedroom. Robyn was there, lying under the covers in the middle of the bed, with Donna snuggled up tight to one side, arm wrapped around Robyn's waist, head pillowed on the older girl's shoulder. Vicky was feeling a little jealous, and was very nervous about climbing into bed with the two of them. Vicky saw Robyn look at her and wave for her to come in. When she saw Donna open her eyes, she saw a shy, rather inviting smile appear on the girl's face. Seeing that, she felt a little better about joining them for cuddles and jumped up into the bed. Worming her way under the covers, she snuggled up close to Robyn, resting her head on her friend's other shoulder, and putting an arm around her waist. When her arm touched Donna's, she felt something, almost like a small shock, run up her arm and down to her groin. Vicky felt Robyn relax, and heard her give out a big sigh. The older girl hugged both of them for a minute, then pulled them both up a little bit. "Donna, this is my special friend Vicky. Vicky, this is my special friend Donna." Robyn then shocked Vicky by leaning over a bit to nuzzle and kiss with Donna, like lovers, like they did together. She was just as shocked when Robyn did that to her too, and she could see the surprise on Donna's face. And something else. There was a sort of deep hunger growing in the young girl's eyes as she looked back at Vicky, something Vicky had never seen. It seemed to spark an electric shock deep inside the ten year old that ran right through her body. That was something she'd never felt before, either. For some reason, Vicky couldn't seem to look away from Donna's eyes. They had captured her, and wouldn't let her go. She was a little scared of this, but was also thrilled, feeling a tension building up between them, running back and forth between their eyes, something that wasn't going to let either one of them free. After what felt like hours, but was only a few seconds, Vicky saw Donna's hand reach up and start to caress Robyn's breast. With only a little hesitation, she copied those motions. Those eyes made it feel like they were caressing each other's breasts. Donna then smiled, letting Vicky know that this was what she was hoping for, and that Donna was now in control. Watching carefully, she saw Donna lower her head and start kissing Robyn's cheek and neck, never breaking eye contact. Slowly and carefully she followed suit. Vicky could almost feel Donna's lips and tongue touching and caressing her own face. After lifting her head again, Donna's hand disappeared under the covers, coming out again a few seconds later, pulling up the bottom of Robyn's negligee. Vicky felt her hand doing the same, almost by itself, hardly needing her when following Donna's lead. With some cooperation from the teenager, her negligee was eventually tossed to the side. This left the brunette's breasts exposed, something that Donna immediately took advantage of. Vicky watched Donna licking and kissing Robyn's breast, sucking up the nipple and teasing it with her tongue and teeth. Hardly noticing, she was doing the same thing with the other breast. Her whole attention was focused on the hunger and desire she saw in Donna's eyes, and on the need being opened up within herself by those same eyes. Deep inside her, she felt a fire erupt, running up to her nipples and down to her pussy, finally stopping in and igniting her small clit. This sent a wave of pleasure through her, causing her to shudder slightly. As she watched, Donna's eyes narrowed for a second as that wave passed from Vicky to her, and ignited the same fires within her. Vicky smiled, knowing then that Donna was feeling exactly the same things she was, and they both knew it. Donna was now kissing her way down Robyn's side, over her hip, and down the outside of her leg, pushing the covers back as she went. Vicky was still copying her every move. Robyn was watching this interplay between the two girls with fascination, tinged with some of her initial nervousness about bringing them together like this. She had hoped they'd become good friends, and it looked like things were going to be better than she thought they might. It was unsettling, though, the way the two of them were staring at each other, and the way Donna had taken charge, something she'd never done before. When Donna got to Robyn's knee, she pulled it up and out, away from the other leg, leaving that teenage pussy open and inviting. She then kissed and nibbled her way down to Robyn's toes. Vicky, still staring into the girl's eyes, was with her all the way, unable to turn away from her gaze, still copying her every move. For the first time since they started, Donna looked away from Vicky's eyes. They traced a line along the inside of Robyn's leg, from just below where Vicky was down to Robyn's waiting pussy. She looked back into Vicky's eyes, smiling a little, inviting, daring the girl to keep following her lead. Donna then turned away, moving herself in between those legs, nibbling and kissing her way up from Robyn's ankle, heading towards that damp, overheated slit. Vicky couldn't resist the invitation. She quickly moved into the same position on the other leg and started kissing her way up as well. She could almost feel the satisfaction coming from Donna, as she felt Vicky move into position. As they both moved closer to Robyn's center, Vicky occasionally felt a touch from Donna's shoulder or hip or thigh, each touch sending a thrill running through her body, setting off tiny shudders and gasps. Feeling and hearing these same things coming from Donna made it even more exciting, feeding back on itself, intensifying the reaction. Those touches became more and more frequent, lasting longer and longer, until Vicky's side was pressed up against Donna's, giving them both an almost continuous buzz. She felt Donna's hand slide on top of hers. Not really knowing what to do, but not wanting the girl to move her hand away, Vicky curled her fingers up into those other fingers, intertwining with them, and hanging on. Robyn was starting to feel a little frustrated by now. It was quite apparent, despite the fact that they were both playing with her body, that they were paying far more attention to each other than to her. 'Ah well,' she thought to herself, 'it's your own fault. You brought them together, you face the consequences. I just hope they get me off before they start in on each other.' Eventually they were both almost at the point where her legs joined. Just before their cheeks touched, Vicky watched Donna slide up and over Robyn's leg, reversing her direction, almost moving into a sixty-nine position. Her chest was on Robyn's stomach, and she began to lick and nibble Robyn's mound and the upper portion of her dripping slot. Vicky pushed Robyn's other leg up at the knee, wiggling her body underneath and, lying on her side, began to lick and kiss the bottom parts of that slit, nibbling her way up from the puckered little anus to just above the dripping hole, pausing long enough to dip in and lap up as much of that sweet nectar as she could. She then licked her way back down, tickling and tasting with the tip of her tongue. Vicky felt a light touch on her calf. Someone's hand, probably Robyn's, was caressing her, slowly moving up the inside of her leg. She spread herself wide, suddenly wanting someone to do something with her pussy. As the hand moved higher, she moaned in anticipation, needing release from the tensions developing inside her. When that hand finally reached her aching slit, she whimpered a bit in relief. Hearing Donna's long, drawn-out groan, she was certain that another hand had finally reached her pussy as well. All this tongue lashing was having an effect on Robyn. Vicky could feel the teen's muscles bunching and relaxing and her hips starting to jerk and twist. All of a sudden Robyn started to spasm, her climax hitting with little warning. Vicky licked and sucked at that juicy hole, lapping up all the creamy drippings, not wanting any to go to waste. She left the last few drops on her tongue, pushing them high up Robyn's slit, wanting to share with the other girl. When Donna's tongue touched hers, Vicky almost climaxed on the spot, the electric thrill from that contact running through her body felt soooo delicious and intense. It was all too soon when Donna pulled back a bit to continue her assault on Robyn's clit. That hand playing with Vicky's pussy was finally getting somewhere. There were ripples of pleasure running out from the finger moving in and out of her aching love-hole, and the sweet sensations coming from her clit as it was being massaged sent tingles all through her body. It felt wonderful, but oh-so-slow! Right now she wanted it hard and fast, but no amount of wiggling or whimpering made any difference to the hand torturing her between her legs. Moaning in frustration, she started tonguing and licking Robyn's hole with a fast, hard rhythm. She could feel her friend quickly working up to another climax, and then felt it hit as her tongue was grabbed and squeezed by Robyn's vaginal muscles. More juice started flowing, thicker and creamier than before. Vicky lapped up everything her tongue could reach, this time saving it in her mouth for sharing. Sliding her tongue up higher, moving to Robyn's clit, she again felt Donna's tongue touch hers, with the same electric tingles running out from that contact to the rest of her body. Using her tongue, she began to spread the creamy nectar she'd saved in her mouth on and around Robyn's clit. Donna's tongue lapped up everything, then went travelling around again, on and in that pussy. She could feel Robyn's body start to jerk and spasm as another wave of orgasm hit. This time, Vicky started working on the brunette's clit, sliding over and around Donna's tongue, which was doing the same thing, and driving Robyn over the edge again, and again. The hand working on her own pussy was jerking around almost randomly before it stopped altogether. The two of them relentlessly attacked that defenseless little nubbin with their tongues, stopping only when they heard Robyn whimpering and moaning for them to stop, please, she couldn't take any more. Vicky's head fell back onto the bed. She was breathing rapidly, still moaning softly, still needing release. She could hear Robyn gasping and panting for air, coming down from the intense orgasms she'd been put through. Suddenly there was a pair of lips on hers and a tongue forcing its way into her mouth, startling Vicky with the onslaught. She could still taste Robyn's flavors on that tongue, and it was absolutely delicious right then. Wrapping an arm around Donna's head, Vicky returned the kiss with all the fire and passion she felt inside her, sliding her tongue into Donna's mouth, then trying to suck that other tongue into her throat. A minute or two later, Vicky felt the hand in her gash start to move again, picking up the pace, quickly speeding up to a hard, steady rhythm, one she knew would set her off. Whimpering in anticipation, she could hear/feel Donna moaning through their kiss, probably receiving the same treatment herself. When Vicky's first orgasm hit, it was sudden and hard. Her hips were jumping and thrusting, her legs closing and opening, pussy walls spasming and grabbing the finger in there. She felt none of that, lost in a haze of intense pleasure for those long, drawn-out seconds. Rolling through her like a wave, it started from her groin and washed into every muscle in her body, rising to a crest before allowing her to slide down towards normalcy. She tried to pull Donna tighter into their kiss, moaning and whimpering with pleasure and release. When it subsided, that need was still there, not quite as bad, but still almost desperately seeking release. Thank god that hand kept up its actions. Next was Donna. Vicky could feel it. Donna almost managed to jerk her head back from their kiss, but Vicky held her tight. It was a hard one - she heard/felt Donna moaning, almost screaming, crying into her mouth, and could feel the shudders from Donna's release right through their kiss, setting off another orgasmic wave in her own body. This one was smaller, a short surge of pleasure through her entire being, leaving behind a tingling sensation. All through this, that hand in her crotch kept up its relentless pounding action. Vicky craved it right now, wanting it to go faster and harder, she needed release again so bad it almost hurt. This went on for a little while longer, Donna and Vicky setting each other off on major and minor climaxes. Just when Vicky felt like she couldn't take any more, Donna gave a final moan and shudder and rolled away from her. Vicky, whimpering, also rolled away, finally breaking contact with that relentless hand. Her arm was touching Vicky when she stopped, not wanting to break contact. That deep-seated need and desire inside her that Donna had brought to life was still there, but felt dull and distant, her body being too tired for anything more right now. After a few minutes rest, she felt Robyn's hands on her body, pulling her up higher on the bed, breaking her contact with her new lover. Opening her eyes, she saw Robyn pull Donna up to her other side, laying her down to rest. When they were both settled, Donna touched her, reaching over top of Robyn. Vicky climbed over top of both girls, finally settling back into bed behind Donna, fitting herself to the girl's body spoon-style, wanting as much contact between them as she could get. She felt Donna's shivers and heard her soft moans as their bodies came together. With her free arm, Vicky reached over to Robyn, pulling the three of them into a tighter embrace. Donna's hand covered her own, then she her fingers with Vicky's in a tight grasp. That's how they fell asleep. Vicky was awakened very early in the morning by what felt like tickling on her feet. Donna was no longer in her arms, so she opened one eye. Robyn had rolled away a little during the night, over to the other side of the bed. Her new lover was nowhere to be seen. Then she felt the tickling on her feet again. Rolling over, she was suddenly face-to-foot with the blonde. Feeling the licks and kisses running all over her feet and toes, Vicky began to return them, nibbling and sucking on Donna's toes. She then began to slide down the bed, along Donna's ankles, then her shins and knees, throwing back the covers to get at her thighs. Finally Vicky reached Donna's hairless mound. This long, slow journey, feeling Donna's caresses, licks, kisses and nibbles the whole way, re-awakened that need in Vicky. She could feel it burning in her groin, as hot and strong as ever. When Donna's moist, cool tongue touched her mound, Vicky gasped and shivered, opening her legs up wide. She dove into Donna's hot, wet snatch, sucking and licking at all the cool, sweet nectar, driving Donna into an almost immediate climax. When the waves of pleasure stopped rocking her body, Donna returned the favor, licking and sucking on Vicky's lower and inner lips and her clit, quickly pushing Vicky to the edge as well. Vicky felt it build quickly in her groin, growing and releasing so fast it was incredible. It felt like small tremors erupting all over her body, echoes of the small earthquake taking place wherever Donna's tongue was touching her. Vicky could feel her body tiring quickly, not yet fully recovered from last night. She rested her head on Donna's thigh, wrapping her arms around Donna's waist to hold her close. She felt Donna copying her, doing the same thing, preparing for a long session of very tired lovemaking. Using only her tongue, Vicky licked up and down Donna's slot, playing with and teasing her clit. It was surprising to Vicky how quickly and easily Donna slid up and into another orgasm. Pulling back her tongue to let her recover, Vicky closed her eyes and rested. After a minute or two, Vicky felt Donna's tongue slide into her dripping snatch and start to tease and tickle her. Feeling completely relaxed, she just let the sensations build inside her. She was almost shocked when she felt herself sliding into another mild orgasm after what seemed like only a minute or two. It was so delicious, having it wash back and forth in her limp body, those sweet sensations tickling all through her without any of the intense release of those from last night. When she recovered a bit, she tongued Donna into another mild orgasm, receiving another herself a few minutes later. This one was even softer, simply sliding in from nowhere, running electric tingles through her entire body, then sliding away again. It took so little effort, yet felt so good, she wanted to keep this up forever. Again, as soon as her breath was back, she started on Donna again. It was almost like they were trading the same orgasm back and forth, using their tongues to pass it from one mouth into the other's sensitive and throbbing clit. Everything felt so nice right now, so warm, so comfortable, so perfectly wonderful. It was as though she and her new lover were halves of a perfect orgasmic whole, suddenly brought together. She completely lost herself in this wonderful new playtime. After some time, and countless small climaxes, she felt hands trying to pull her away from Donna. She simply hung on tight to Donna's waist until the hands gave up. She wasn't ready to stop yet. Robyn woke up very early the next morning and didn't feel either of the girls beside her. Opening her eyes, she looked over to see them both on the other side of the bed, covers thrown back, lying on their sides in a sixty-nine position. They each had their legs scissored apart, with their heads pillowed on each other's thigh, arms wrapped around each other's waists, mouths almost touching each others pussies. They seemed to be asleep, but as Robyn watched, Vicky's tongue slid into Donna's slot to tease and play with her clit. After a minute or two, Donna shuddered a bit, pulling her face into Vicky's crotch, moaning very quietly. After the shudders and moaning stopped, both leaned back slightly, resting, seeming to sleep again. A minute or so later, Donna's tongue slipped into Vicky's crack, repeating the performance Vicky'd just given, bringing Vicky to a small, shuddering orgasm. After a minute or two of rest, Vicky started again. This had apparently been going on for some time, as both girls were covered with a thin film of perspiration. Both of their pussies were absolutely dripping with juices, and streaks of their cream and saliva ran down both sides of their thighs, leaving small wet patches on the bed under them. After watching them both go through several mini-orgasms, Robyn thought it was about time they separated and got some more real sleep. She tried to pull them apart, but all they did was grab on tighter, refusing to move or let go. Neither had opened their eyes. Sighing a bit, Robyn gave up trying to stop them. Instead, she lay down behind Vicky, pulling the covers over them all, wrapping one arm around them both. Every few minutes she could feel one or the other of the girls shudder as another climax hit. She'd never heard of anyone being able to come this often, with what seemed to be very little stimulation. She gave up counting their orgasms after a while and fell back to sleep. Later that morning, but still fairly early, Robyn woke again. The girls were in approximately the same positions, but this time they were definitely asleep. Their arms were relaxed, bodies twisted slightly, heads tilted to the side, mouths open, breathing softly and steadily. She smiled to herself, seeing them like this, knowing that they would be enjoying each others' company far more than their times with her. Without her help, though they would never had gotten together. She decided she'd better have her talk with them now, while the three of them had some time and some privacy together. God only knew if a chance like this would come up again. She woke them by giving them each a long kiss, licking the insides of their lips and playing with their tongues, still tasting of the juices from their pussies. As they woke, they each responded to the kiss, playing with her tongue, sucking it deeper into their mouths. Pulling them both up beside her, heads on pillows, she let them cuddle with each other and kiss quietly for a few minutes, caressing them both. "Okay you two, you're going to have to break for a while. I need to talk with you both." Donna turned over, putting her back to Vicky, facing Robyn. She'd pulled Vicky's hand with her, and was now holding it between her breasts. Vicky pressed in tight, so she was touching Donna along their entire length. "I've been hoping to get you two together for a while now, but didn't know how to do it, or how you two would react to each other. This was a real break for me, making it a lot easier, and it looks like you two are getting along very well." Both girls blushed, but Vicky gave Donna a kiss on the back of her neck. Donna squeezed Vicky's hand in reply. "You see, this is probably the last time I'll be babysitting either of you." She listened to their protests for a few seconds before carrying on. "Yes, it will be the last time. You see, I've found a real job now, working in an office, and I'll be starting in two weeks. I've also got myself a steady boyfriend, one I think may be around for a long time. This means I won't have any more time for babysitting." She had a hard time continuing, looking at the tears in their eyes, and starting to cry a bit herself. "This doesn't mean I don't love you both, because I do. It's just that I'm getting older and need to do other things in my life. You two are very special to me, and I'm going to miss you a whole lot. That's why I'm glad you are getting along so well. I know what it's like to be without a special friend, I had to go through it before. You'll have each other now, so it won't seem so bad when I'm not there anymore." "I Know you both go to the same school, so you'll be able to meet and talk with each other whenever you want. One thing I thought you might do is to arrange regular sleep-overs at each others houses, something your parents probably wouldn't mind. Well, what do you think?" With that, all three girls started crying, hugging each other, telling them how much they'd miss each other. After the crying had died down, Robyn said that it was time to get up and mobile. They did the usual things, showering, breakfast, and doing a lot of talking. Brenda was surprised when Vicky told her about Robyn's new job and new boyfriend, wondering how come Vicky knew about it before she did. They spent the rest of the day chatting and playing. Donna didn't seem nearly as shy as before, joining in with the conversations and laughing at the jokes. She seemed totally different from the shy little girl she'd been yesterday. Donna and Vicky never did seem to become close friends at school. They'd decided it would be better to keep their relationship a secret. They met regularly after school, and slept over at each other's houses as often as they thought they could get away with. They enjoyed each other's company a great deal, over and above the physical pleasure they gave each other. Donna was one of the few really close friends Vicky'd ever had. This all came to an end after only a few short months. Robyn's dad was transferred to a new office across the state, getting a promotion and a raise as incentive. It was a shock to Donna when her dad finally told her, and a bigger shock to Vicky when Donna told her she'd be moving away in a few weeks. They cried in each others arms for a while, before deciding that it would probably be better if they didn't see each other for the last few weeks, knowing it would be too hard to hide their feelings from their friends and families. Vicky had been hurting because of the loss of her special lover for more than two months before she found Caitlin. ********************************************************************** Mary was having a hard time fighting back the tears. "So how come you never told anyone about this?" "Well, before, I thought you'd both be mad at me. Maybe you wouldn't let me see Robyn or Donna any more. After Donna left, I hurt a lot, and felt real sorry for not telling you. I knew you'd be mad when you found out, so I just didn't say anything. I'm sorry mom." "It's okay, apology accepted. Just remember in the future that you should talk to us about these things. We're not meanies you know, we do understand how you feel. We love you and want to help however we can." "Okay mom. Thanks." "You realize of course that you're still going to be punished for lying to your father." "Yes mom." "We've already talked about it, and I think you should both hear what it is. Vicky, you're grounded for two weeks, starting tomorrow. That means the only time you step out of the house is to go to school. No going to friends houses, and no friends over either. Is that clear?" Vicky started crying softly, hanging onto Caitlin. Mary relented slightly. "Vicky, dear, I said you couldn't invite any friends over. I didn't say that your dad and I couldn't invite Richard or Caitlin over." Vicky sniffled a bit, went over and climbed into her mothers lap. "Thanks mom." She cuddled in her mother's arms for a while. ********************************************************************** << End of chapter 6>> Next chapter - Lunch, a busy afternoon, voyeurs, a shower (Wow. Some history. No wonder she got so hot this morning. This is starting to get interesting. Richard now has three young, very good looking virgins fooling around in his place. He hasn't even popped the cherry he's been offered yet. Wanna bet Brenda and Vicky have more surprises up their sleeves?) [continues] -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |