Monday morning, Brenda woke up early. For a long time she lay in her bed and looked at the ceiling. Her thoughts returned to last evening and the events that had taken place in her cottage. My God, she thought. What have I done? What will I do if Paul or Ron go to Mr. Livingstone and tell him what happened? What will I do if Ron carries out his threat and tells his father about what's been going on?
Brenda continued to stare at the ceiling. Her body rippled with excitement as she remembered last night. It had been too much. She quivered as she recalled Ron's and Paul's bodies, their firm, erect pricks. She almost sobbed as she relived the memories. How good it had felt as she squatted over Paul's stiff, upright cock. She thrilled again remembering his shaft penetrating her, ramming her insides. Her cunt, even now, felt wet as she remembered the grunting and squealing as the threesome had soared to heights she had never ever even dreamed of before!
No, there was one thing Brenda couldn't do. She couldn't give up Paul and Ron. She wanted to be free of them and yet she couldn't. What can I do? She mulled it over in her mind. She could go to Mr. Livingstone and tell him there was some kind of emergency at home and she would go home for a few days. Away from Paul and ran and away from Keysville, maybe she could pull herself together and decide what course of action to follow.
It was Indian summer in Vermont. Brenda's parents had been surprised and pleased when they heard that Brenda was coming home for a few days. It had been a long time since they had seen one another. Now, Mrs. Andrews was out shopping and Mr. Andrews was at work. Brenda slept late her first day home, and when she awoke there was a note on the kitchen table from her mother saying that she would be home later in the day and that the neighbors' boy was coming to mow the lawn and do the gardening.
Brenda yawned as she poured herself a cup of coffee. She sat down at the kitchen table to drink it. Her long, slim legs were stretched out in front of her. She was dressed in a brief halter top and a pair of shorts and she looked down at her huge breasts which were barely covered by the too-small top. Brenda had resolved not to think about Paul and Ron, but even now her thoughts returned to Keysville and her heart thumped as she thought of her two boys and their huge pricks.
Brenda was just pouring herself another cup of coffee when there was a knock on the kitchen door. She yelled, "C'mon in, the door's open!"
Her hand suddenly began to shake and she felt weak as the door opened and a good-looking boy of about fifteen stood there.
"Hi, I'm John," he finally said.
Brenda couldn't answer him. Her heart was beating fiercely as she stared at the boy. His firm body rippled under his T-shirt, and her eyes could not leave his crotch as she saw the enticing mound in his tight shorts.
He, in turn, stared at her huge tits. "Well, I guess I'd better mow the lawn," he finally stammered, but his eyes didn't look away from her tits.
"Would you like some coffee?" Brenda managed to say. "I mean, how about a Coke or something? I guess you don't drink coffee."
"Uhhhh… no, I'd better get started," and he hurried out the door, slamming the screen door behind him.
Brenda walked to the door and yelled after him, "Come back when you're done and I'll have a cold drink for you."
Brenda sighed as she leaned against the wall. She felt weak with desire. Her body tensed as she wondered, Is his prick as big as Paul's? Her crotch felt damp as she thought of the well-built boy.
"It's happening again," she said aloud. "I want that kid!"
Brenda started to wash the few dishes that were in the kitchen sink. Through the curtain she could see John working earnestly as he mowed up and down the length of the yard. Her eyes were focused on his crotch. She moaned aloud. "I've got to have that boy," she said softly. "His prick would taste so good now. I wonder if he has ever fucked a woman before?"
She stared out the window again, and under her too-tight halter she could feel her nipples becoming hard. Her crotch was wet. She couldn't stand it any longer. She had to get that good-looking boy in the house right away. She couldn't control herself any longer. Brenda had to fuck him – suck his cock and feel his warm body close to hers.
Her hands trembled as she opened the refrigerator to take out a tray of ice cubes. She put some ice in a tall glass and poured Coke over them.
"John, take a break for a few minutes," she yelled to him. "I've got a cold drink here for you." He came across the yard; he had removed his T-shirt and she could see that he had been perspiring in the hot sun.
With a damp towel, she began to wipe off his back and shoulders. Her heart skipped a beat as she reached around and patted his stomach dry. She could feel his muscles tense under her touch, and she knew that if she patted him any longer his cock would leap right out of his shorts.
He sipped his drink slowly as Brenda looked at him. She was trying to see if he was going to be a willing partner, or if he was still a naive, innocent boy.
"Well, thanks for the Coke." He stood up. "Guess I'd better go finish the yard now."
I guess he isn't interested, Brenda decided. I'll have to try something else.
"When you're through, John, come back in and I'll have another cold drink and a sandwich for you. I may be in the den resting," she continued. "It's down the hall." She pointed in the direction of the den. "Don't worry about disturbing me, just come on in when you're ready and we can have lunch together, okay?"
"Fine," he said, and the door slammed behind him once more.
"I've got to see his cock," Brenda murmured aloud. Quickly she made her plans. She changed into a long gown and tied the sash loosely around her waist. Then she walked into the den, turned on the television set and pretended to watch a show. Fifteen minutes later, John came into the den. He stopped in the doorway, but couldn't move inside the den. His eyes were popping out of his head. There, on the couch, was Miss Andrews. She was lying on her back. Her legs were indecently spread and the robe which was barely tied at the waist had fallen apart exposing her hairy mound. She made no move to cover herself as he gaped at her.
John started to back out of the room, but it was too late. Brenda had seen him standing there. "Come here, dear," she whispered huskily.
His feet wouldn't move, but his prick was ready to burst from the confines of his shorts.
"I… I…" he started to stammer. His first impulse had been to turn around and leave, but his throbbing prick was telling him to stay.
Just then Brenda pulled her knees up and spread her legs wider. "Don't be afraid," she said gently. "Come here." She patted the couch beside her. "Sit down and tell me about yourself."
John's hands were shaking and his knees felt like jelly as he crossed the room. His prick was throbbing as it swelled larger.
"Don't you like to fuck?" she managed to say. "Haven't you ever shoved your dick inside a girl?"
"I… I…"
"Don't just stand there, dear. I want your dick inside me, please." Shyly, he sat down on the couch next to her.
"Why don't you take your shorts off, it's so hot today," she told him.
Without a word, he pulled his shorts and undershorts downward in one movement. She gasped as his hard cock leaped toward her.
"Ohhhh… John… stick it in me," she groaned.
He fell on his knees and buried his head in her snatch. The pungent aroma of her cunt made him dizzy.
"Lick me," she ordered.
The boy looked up at her with uncertain eyes for a moment.
"Lick me," she repeated. "You'll like it."
With one hand she held her cuntlips wide so that he would have better access. Slowly, still unsure of himself, he probed her depths with his unpracticed tongue.
"That's right," she groaned. "Suck my clit." He stopped. "Here," and she moved her sensitive bud up to his tongue tip.
"Ohhh… oooohhhh," she groaned. She held his shoulders tightly as he tongued her. Her cunt felt so good as his tongue slurped and sucked her gently. Her whole body was quivering with passion as she lifted her hips upward to meet his tongue.
"John… oh… ohhh… you're licking my cunt so good!"
He worked harder as he pushed his tongue into her depths and withdrew it to lap around her clitoris once more.
Frantically, he grabbed for his hard, throbbing prick as he forced his tongue into her.
"Here, let me do that," Brenda told him. "Wait, I'll get down on the floor too," and she maneuvered into the sixty-nine position.
"Miss Andrews… oohhh… I'm going to…" He groaned as she sucked his erect prick into her hot mouth. Automatically he began to shove in and out of her mouth, and he groaned and gasped with pleasure as she held onto his cock with her wet lips.
"Uuuuhh," he gasped. "Ooooh… that feels so good!"
"Eat me, John… eat me," and her fingers dug into his crotch as she cradled his prick in her mouth. Her body was lifted from the floor as he tongue-fucked her harder. She was wild with passion! Her body shook and quivered so hard that he thought she was having some type of an attack.
He lapped harder, tasting the juices that flowed freely from her gash. He sucked in all her juices hungrily and she thrashed wildly as he slurped her cunt.
Finally, she could stand it no longer. "Fuck me, John! Stick your cock in me and fuck me real hard!"
He pulled his head away from her sopping-wet crotch and aimed his rock-hard cock at her cunt.
His hands were reaching for her tits, and his inexperienced cock did not go directly into her hungry cunt.
"Stick it in me! Hurry! I need it!"
She reached for John and pulled him on top of her, grabbing his cock savagely and thrusting it into her hungry hole.
"Fuck me!" she gasped. "Fuck me real good! Keep fucking me… ooohh!"
John quivered with passion as he felt his cock invade her depths.
"Oh, God!" he yelled. "Miss Andrews… oh, Miss Andrews!"
Brenda was thrashing about wildly on the floor and shouting as John stroked deeper into her cunt. Her eyes were tightly shut; her body was meeting his thrust for thrust as his huge prick hammered her unrelentingly.
"Oh, God… Jesus… oh, I love your cock!" she was shouting, and John was responding by thrusting harder into her pussy. She sighed as she felt his balls hitting against her body with a slapping sound.
"Miss Andrews, I'm coming!" he yelled. "It's going to happen… I can't… I can't… ooohhh… arrrgh… now… NOW!"
He winced as he felt her sharp fingernails dig into his back. He felt her body shaking, racked with pleasure, and at the same time he felt his hard, cock unload its cum. He felt her body tremble and she screamed as his sticky cream filled her cunt. Even then it didn't stop. Convulsively his cock quivered and shook as it continued to unload its stored-up juices.
"John… John… ooohhh… so good so fucking good!"
He buried his head between her huge tits and she held him closely to her as she sighed contentedly.
The next afternoon, Brenda was alone in the house when John knocked on the back door. She was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee. "C'mon in!" she yelled to him. Secretly she had been hoping the virile youth would come back again without her having to be too forward and asking him herself. She reasoned that he had had such a good fuck the day before that he just might come back for more! She was right. Her heart fluttered as he opened the screen door and came into the kitchen.
His eyes opened wide as he took in the sight of Miss Andrews sitting at her kitchen table, wearing practically nothing. The shorty nightgown that she had on was transparent, and he gawked as he viewed the circles around her big nipples. His eyes dropped to her crotch. The thin bikini panties barely covered her dark-haired snatch, and his prick stirred as he took in her beauty.
Brenda smiled as she saw him staring at her cunt. Teasingly, she opened her legs so that he would have a better view.
"Miss Andrews… I came back to… to… I came back… to…"
"Yes, John? You came back to do what, dear?" Brenda stood up, coffee cup in hand, and seductively swaggered toward the sink to set the cup and saucer down.
John's eyes were popping out of his head, and he could feel his dick swelling as he saw the crack in her ass through the flimsy material.
"I came back… to… to… because your mother wants me to pull weeds today," he finally blurted out.
"Is that all?" she laughed. "I thought maybe you came back to see me today because you thought I had such a nice pussy," she giggled.
John turned a bright shade of red and started to leave the kitchen without answering her.
"C'mere, John, I want to see if your cock is hard. I've read that boys' cocks sometimes get hard just thinking about sex. Is that true, John? Let me see, dear. If your cock is hard maybe you'll let me do something nice to it," she said huskily.
Reluctantly he walked toward the chair where Brenda was seated. She had turned in the chair so that she was facing him. He stopped in front of her.
"Oh, God, John, let me feel your cock," she begged. "I love your cock. It's so nice and firm. Please John, just this time, let me feel your cock!" she almost sobbed.
Frozen to the floor, he stood there motionless. With a cry, she reached toward him and grabbed at his erect cock through his jeans. She buried her head between his legs and sobbed, "Please, please, take your cock out! I have to feel your prick in my mouth! I have to suck it! If I can't have your prick, I'll die!"
The boy stood before her. He didn't resist as she unzipped his fly and freed his cock from his undershorts. "Your cock is so beautiful!" she gasped. "I love your big, beautiful prick!"
John did not move, nor did he attempt to move away from Brenda. He merely stood before her, his hard cock facing her menacingly. The sight of his prick was sending her into orbit. Her cunt throbbed and her nipples grew hard as she gazed upon his hard dick.
"Ummmm… ooohhh…" she finally groaned, and sucked his swollen rod into her wet mouth.
"Miss Andrews… uuummm… please!"
But Brenda wasn't paying attention to what John was trying to say. Her head was already moving back and forth, the swollen cock slipped easily in and out of her mouth. The sounds of her sucking filled the room as she pulled his shaft into her hungry mouth.
He grabbed her shoulders and held on tightly as she continued sucking his cock. Automatically his body began to hump as he stabbed her mouth with his stiff cock. She gasped and choked as he pumped deep into her throat. Her body convulsed as she felt the tenseness in his body. Her tongue lapped faster as she waited for the boy's fluid to leave his body. "John… come… in my mouth. I want to lap up all your juices! Came, baby… come…"
His hot jism splashed into her mouth. She held her head back as she felt his tasty cream flowing through her mouth and down her throat as she gulped hungrily. When she had swallowed the last of his fluid, she licked the whole length of his cock, reluctant to let his prick leave her mouth.
John's eyes were closed. He looked drained as Miss Andrews finally let his limp cock fail from her lips.
"Miss… Miss Andrews… you… you sucked me off! I'm supposed to be working for your mother today and you sucked me off…" He quickly pulled his pants up and ran from the kitchen.
Brenda almost laughed aloud. Here she had given the kid the blow-job of his life and he was worried about the damn weeds!
Brenda was annoyed. John had gotten his rocks off, but what about her? Her pussy still ached and she wanted a cock inside her. She didn't feel like frigging herself today. "I'll fix the little bastard," she said aloud. "I'll give him a fucking that he'll remember for the rest of his life!" Without further delay, she strode to the back door and called to John. "Come in here right now! I have something I want to say to you!" The boy looked up from the flowerbed he was weeding. He stood up and wordlessly came into the house.
"I… I… your mother said…"
She didn't let him finish. "John, I sucked you off a few minutes ago, now what are you going to do for me?"
He looked at her, but didn't answer.
"John," she repeated. "I want you to fuck me. I gave you a blow-job, now it's my turn."
He still didn't answer her.
"John, don't you remember yesterday what fun it was when we fucked? Don't you remember how good it felt when you shoved your cock in and out of my pussy? Look John," and she pulled her panties off, dropping them on the floor. "See my cunt, it's all wet. It's wet because it's ready for you to stick your prick in me. Don't be afraid, John, I won't hurt you. C'mon, today you can try something new: would you like to suck my tits?"
As she was trying to arouse John with her lewd talk, Brenda kept glancing toward his crotch to see if she was getting any reaction. Yes, his cock was cooperating, all right. There it was! His cock was half hard. She pulled her nightie up over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Brenda took John's hand and pulled him to her. "Now, John, open your mouth and take my tit between your lips."
Hungrily, he lunged for her.
"Would you rather fuck? C'mon, I'll let you put your cock in my pussy if you're ready." She looked at his crotch again. He's ready, she almost said aloud. By the way his pants are tenting out in front I'd say he's good and ready!
"Here, let me help you," Brenda murmured sweetly. "Your cock wants out," she laughed as she unzipped his pants. He helped her pull his pants down past his hips and knees and he grew harder as her huge tits swayed before his eyes.
"Miss Andrews… you… you… I… is it okay if I suck your tit?"
"Sure, honey," and she pushed one huge breast into his open mouth. "Oooohhh… that feels so, so good! Suck my nipple!" she instructed.
"I want to fuck you now," he finally said, tiring of her tit, letting it slide from his mouth.
She reached out and grabbed his cock with her right hand and without a word led him into her bedroom. She sat down on the bed and instructed him to kneel in front of her. "Now… there you go… lick my cunt."
His eyes were bugging out of his head as he viewed her wet gash staring him in the face! It was too much for him. With a gasp he slammed his head between her legs and slurped in the sweetness of her cunt.
"Uuhhhhh… oh… oooohhh… John… oh… you're going to…" Her body was shaking and trembling as his rough tongue shot in and out of her slippery box. She squealed with delight as he moved his mouth up and down, sucking on her clit, then dropping his tongue again to lap at her hole. "Don't make me come!" she shouted. She pulled away from his tongue. "I want you to fuck me with your cock!"
"Mmm… your pussy smells so good!" John gasped.
"Here, you get on the bottom and I'll get on top of you. That way it'll feel real nice. Your cock will fit very nicely into my cunt and we can fuck for a real long time before we come."
Gently she reached for his cock and inserted the heavy, swollen head into her body opening. "Ohhh… John!" she cried out as he buried his prick within her.
Immediately she began to bounce up and down on his erect cock, slamming her asscheeks against his body with a slapping noise each time her body collided with his. Her fingers dug into his flesh as she moved her hips frantically in a circular motion, trying to feel as much of his cock as possible inside her hungry pussy. "Ohhhh… Miss Andrews," he groaned, bringing his body up from the bed to meet each thrust of her cunt on his cock. "Fuck me… oh, Miss Andrews… I'm fucking you… oh… God, so good… so good!"
Through half-closed eyes he sneaked a look at Brenda. Her huge tits were bouncing as she rode up and down on his cock. The sensations he was feeling were indescribable as he pounded up into her body.
"John… John… I can't… I can't hold put much longer!" she whimpered.
With a cry, John's body leaped upward. He stabbed into the depths of Brenda's cunt as his pulsating dick unloaded its cream. It gushed into the depths of her, finally trickling down his cock and oozing out of her cunt and onto his balls.
For a long time, Brenda and John convulsed happily with their mutual climax. Breathlessly, she rested her head on his chest. He tried to move beneath her.
"No… don't move," she ordered. "I want you to keep your cock in me and when it's hard again we can fuck another way."
It wasn't too much later when Brenda felt John's cock beginning to stir within her. As she lay on top the boy, she had been kissing him passionately, her pointed tongue sneaking into his mouth and ears. She whispered a few things in his ear that they might try when they fucked again, and it didn't take too long for the boy to produce another hard-on.
"What would you like to try next, John?" she asked sweetly. "I've got a good idea. Let's get your dick good and hard and then you can fuck me doggie-style. That should be a lot of fun. You can play with my clit and tits while you fuck me on all fours!"
"Okay!" John was being more than cooperative now that he realized the sexy Miss Andrews had some new tricks to reach him.
She reached over and patted his cock.
"Oohhh… it feels so smooth," she murmured. Her cunt felt funny as she lovingly ran her fingers up and down his erect cock. She leaned over and watched his prick swell to a full erection. Fascinated, she watched the huge purplish head grow larger as she gently teased the foreskin with her finger.
"Ooh… what a nice cock you have. I could let you fuck me all day and all night," she said. She was still staring at his huge erection, and her cunt felt drippy as she thought of the boy fucking her dog-style. "John, are you ready to fuck me now?"
John turned his head to look at her. "Sure, I'm ready." Indeed he was; his huge dong was sticking straight out and it was all Brenda could do to let go of his cock long enough so that he could shove it in her hungry cunt.
Brenda got into position on her hands and knees; her white ass lifted toward the boy. "Now, crawl up close to me, John, and stick your prick into my cunt!" She gasped as he held his cock close to her cuntlips and groped around for a few seconds trying to find her cunt opening. Impatiently, she said, "Here, John… right here… poke your cock in to me… hurry… oh, I'll do it!" and she grabbed his cock and led it into her waiting hole. "Hmmm… oohhh… God, that's great!" she grunted as the huge prickhead penetrated her cunt. "Oohhh… arrrh… geez, John, I'm going to come real soon this way!"
She sighed and rested her head on her arms, her ass high in the air.
John held her waist so that he wouldn't lose his balance, and with a gasp, pushed forward, cramming his rock-hard cock into her slippery pussy.
"Go ahead, play with my tits," she urged. He moved his hands upward from her waist, and without his prick losing contact with her slippery cunt, he touched her hard, firm nipples. "Mmmm… your cock feels so good. Keep rubbing it against my clit!"
Clumsily, he leaped deeper into her gash, dropping her tits as he regained his balance. John was breathing heavily as he slammed his pecker into her cunt. The strokes were penetrating her deeply. "God… oh, John… baby, baby… your cock feels so hot," and she lifted her ass and began grinding her cunt around on his prick.
"Great… oh… so… so… ahhh… ooooh!"
The boy's swollen balls were thumping against her asscheeks with a resounding thud as he fucked her.
"Faster, faster… oh, push your cock way up in me!" she groaned, and the boy cooperated by slamming his hard cock into her very depths. "Oh, uunngghhh… oh… so good!" she panted as she felt her orgasm beginning.
Sensing that she was about to come, John pulled his slithering tool from her cunt and let its firmness rest against her asshole.
She reached back and grabbed his wet cock, slipping it into her snatch. "Don't stop yet, John, keep fucking me hard… hard as you can!"
He lunged forward again. "How's that?" he managed to ask.
She responded by raising her ass up higher and letting him have complete access to her gash. "Yes… yes… oh, so… so… good… fuck me harder! Faster, faster… oh, John, do it as fast as you can!"
John reached under her and grabbed at her pendulous tits as they swayed to and fro. He stroked them gently as he slammed his prick in and out of her juicy box. With one final inward shove, he let go.
"Oh, John… your hot cream is filling my cunt! I can feel it… ohhh… soo… sooo… goood!"
His body still rocked with convulsions when he pulled his depleted cock from, her and sat back weakly. Neither of them spoke, neither of them could think of anything to say afterwards. They lay there, his cock falling limply to one side, her cunt still oozing droplets of cum.