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Brenda and Bobby Ch. 1

By: Ribot



I had just finished putting my son, Mark, back in his crib for a nap. He was a good baby, now nearly a year old. I was debating whether to wean him soon. Breast-feeding has a lot of advantages for a stay-at-home mother, and the benefits to my son Mark were obvious. He'd never had a cold or an ear infection. My husband, Bill, had died shortly after Mark was born the victim of a drunk driving accident. Mark had Bill's blue eyes, and I enjoyed looking into them when he nursed.

Despite having grown considerably in a year, Mark still wasn't able to use all of the milk I was producing, so I pumped out the excess and saved it for an emergency. At 5' 10" tall, my large breasts were producing a river of milk. I'd always heard stories that small-breasted women produce as much milk as large breasted ones. I don't believe it.

Bill had been an executive with a computer company here in Houston. Between his stock and insurance Mark and I were set for life, but no amount of money could make up for the loss of Bill. I had been a registered nurse before quitting when I got pregnant. Perhaps someday I'll go back to work, but not now.

In addition to caring for Mark, I had the issue of Bobby to deal with. He had been orphaned at 16, and Bill had suggested we take him in. He had no close relatives anywhere near Houston. He was a good boy, though sickly with asthma that had gotten worse despite the best of medical care. He was 18 now, but only 5' 6'' tall. Being sick so much had made him introverted, and I wondered how he would fare when he went off to college next fall. I wished that there were something I could do to help him regain his health.

Bobby had been out on a date last night, and I had gone to bed before he arrived home. He was a responsible kid, so I wasn't worried about him. Nevertheless, I was eager to hear how his date went. As I opened the Sunday paper I could here him getting out of bed.

"Good morning, Brenda", he said softly as he walked to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. He wasn't his usual cheerful self. Even though he was shy, he nearly always had an air of optimism surrounding him. My guess was that the date didn't go well. Nothing is more traumatic to an 18-year-old male than a bad date.

"Would you like some eggs?" I asked, not wanting to probe directly. Even though I was 10 years older than he was, I was more like a sister than a parent.

"O.K.", he replied, sadly, not looking me in the eye. He reached for the sports page and sat at the kitchen table as I started to make breakfast. As I scrambled some eggs he pretended to read the paper, but I could see he wasn't really reading it.

"Are you feeling all right", I asked, handing him eggs and some whole-wheat toast. I went to the refrigerator and poured some orange juice. I sat down across from him and began to eat my eggs.

Finally he looked up. "I had an asthma attack on my date with Patti." he said, "It was awful".

"I'm sorry." I replied, "but I'm sure she'll understand that you can't help it."

"I don't think so.," he said softly, 'It's happened before."

His attacks were usually triggered by too much physical exertion, so I was surprised since they had planned on going to a movie. "What happened?" I asked, not thinking.

He blushed. "I don't want to talk about It." he stammered, toying with his now cold eggs. "It's too embarrassing".

Patti was a pretty classmate of his. They had been dating for a couple of months. "Bobby, it's O.K.", I said, "I'm pretty sure I know what happened".

He slumped in his chair. "Oh great." He said sarcastically,

I remembered from my days as a nurse that some asthmatics would have attacks triggered by the exertion and excitement of having sex. It had never occurred to me that this might happen to him so I never discussed the possibility. "You and Patti were having sex when you had an attack before you were finished".

"Worse." he said, looking up at me, "we never really even got started. It was a disaster".

'Bobby, I'm a trained nurse, maybe I can help." Bobby new about my nursing background, but what he didn't know was that I worked my way through UCLA by giving erotic massages out of an apartment in Santa Monica. I had a lot of experience with men's sexual response at a pretty detailed technical level. "Tell me what happened", I said, "Let me help."

"I can't talk about something like this with you", he stammered, blushing yet again. Bobby's parents were strict fundamentalist Christians, so sex was not likely a common topic of discussion. This wasn't going to be easy, but I had to diagnose the severity of the problem.

"Bobby, this is important." I insisted, "It is important to be able to enjoy intimacy. I want you to be successful in this area. It is an important part of being an adult"

He started eating his eggs. I continued eating some toast. I waited. Finally he began to speak.

"After the movie we went over to her house. Her parents were gone to the shore for the weekend. We started making out on the living room couch and one thing led to another." he said, "And I began getting short of breath and coughing bad. We had to stop. When I caught my breath we tried again and the same thing happened, so I left."

"Exactly what were you doing when the symptoms appeared", I asked.

"I can't", he blushed again.

"Yes you can." I said, "If you want me to help."

More silence. Finally he began to speak again, not looking me in the eye. "We were undressed down to our shorts. We were kissing and I was feeling her bare breasts. She said she wasn't ready to do it with me but she'd play with me. She started and that's when the attack started."

"So the excitement of having Patti jerking you off brought on the attack", I said.

"I guess so." he replied sheepishly.

"Is that as far as you've ever gotten with a girl." I asked.

"Yeah, the same thing happened last year with Jamie." he added.

I knew his asthma was bad, but this was really alarming. I had to know more. "Have you ever had an attack while jerking yourself off?" I asked. "And all guys jerk off, so don't tell me you don't!"

He turned red again. "I don't believe I'm telling you this..." he said. "I've never been able to finish before having an attack."

"You mean you've never been able to ejaculate, you know, cum.", I asked.

"No. I gave up trying after awhile. I don't try anymore. Now I don't see any reason to ask anyone out either." he added.

"Bobby, I know it's been hard to talk about this, but now that I know, I want to help. There has got to be a way to get beyond this."

He got up from the table and said, " Well if you think of something let me know. Instead of going to college I may as well enter a monastery."

I had already done a lot of research on asthma, and Bobby was on the latest medication. There must be something else we could try. I could hear Mark crying in the nursery. He was either wet or hungry or both. I changed a dirty diaper and sat down with him in a rocking chair to let him nurse. He looked so content sucking my big tit. I though that this was probably the best breast he'd ever have in his life, and he wouldn't even remember it.

Then it hit me. I remembered from my massage days how excitable my younger customers were. I'd start the massage wearing a bikini with the guy on his stomach. After rubbing his back I'd take my top off and have him role over. I actually had a couple of guys shoot their load just from the anticipation of me jerking them off once they rolled over and saw the prettiest tits they could ever imagine inches from their face. If they became regular clients they'd eventually get used to it and I'd be able to give them a proper hand job before they lose it. Bobby just needed to slowly build up some experience so he wouldn't get so excited. We also needed to boost his immune system to raise the threshold of excitement that would trigger an attack.

I had a lot of breast milk in storage. If it is the best thing for a baby's immune system, it should help an adult, too. We needed to try breast milk therapy right away. We also needed to practice having Bobby being aroused without getting so excited he'd have an attack. I'd need help from his girlfriend on that one. I'd need her to get him aroused a little at a time and maintain it, eventually working him up to an orgasm. With luck and patience he should eventually be able to have normal complete sex with her.

I thought about this plan for nearly a week before suggesting it to Bobby. I wanted to be sure there were no flaws. I was about to wean Mark, so there would be plenty of milk available. I'd just keep using my breast pump and saving the milk for Bobby. Hopefully, by the time school started in the fall his immune system would be strong enough without my contribution.

I waited until Saturday morning to suggest my plan. Once again we were staring at each other over scrambled eggs. "Bobby, I've got some ideas to help with what we discussed last week." I said cheerfully. "Can I tell you?" He looked up. "OK" he said.

"We'll need help from your girlfriend. Do you think Patti will be interested?" I asked.

"We broke up. I don't have a girlfriend. I'll probably never have a girlfriend." he said softly.

"Oh. Well let me think a minute." I said. "Well let's talk about what we need to do first, then we can figure out the rest. First, we need to boost your immune system. I want you to start drinking the frozen breast milk I've saved. It could make a big difference."

"I don't know, it feels funny", he said, "the idea of drinking your milk".

"John D. Rockefeller paid women to produce milk for him which he drank every day as an old man. He lived into his 90's and many think that's why." I said firmly, "Don't be a prude."

"OK, I'll try it. I've got nothing to lose, I guess." said Bobby, 'Just don't tell anyone I'm doing this. O.K.?"

"Of course." I relied, no one will know but us." I had already thawed some milk, so I went to the refrigerator and poured a six-ounce glass of breast milk. I handed it to Bobby. He looked at it for a moment and began to drink it. First just a small amount to gauge the taste, I guess. Finding it not so bad he drank the rest.

"I don't believe I'm doing this." he smiled.

It was the first smile I'd seen from him in days. It was a start. Now we needed to get him to relax in sexual situations. With no girlfriend available, that would be a challenge. It occurred to me that I still had my massage table in storage from when I was in nursing school. Perhaps I could start by getting him comfortable having a woman's hands on his body and go from there.

We finished breakfast. Bobby seemed more cheerful, having found that drinking my milk wasn't so difficult after all. "I need some help", I said. "I need to get something out of storage."

"Sure. Do you want to get it now." he replied.

I nodded and we walked out to the garage, which had a large amount of storage in the loft. "Take it slow", I said, "It's another scorching hot day."

We got the table down and I got some clean rags to wipe it down. In a few minutes it was as good as new. "Let's bring it into the house", I said, "We can put it in the exercise room."

"What is this anyway?" Bobby asked as we each carried an end into the exercise room. The room had a treadmill and some free weights, so there was plenty of room for the table.

"It's a massage table." I said. "Like the kind you see in pro locker rooms. Top athletes get regular massages to relax their muscles before or after a game or workout."

"Do you know how to use it?" he asked innocently, not realizing what I was planning for him.

"I worked my way through nursing school as a masseuse." I replied. "I'll show you after I feed Mark."

I could hear Mark crying in the nursery so I went to take care of him. In an hour he was changed and fed and ensconced in his playpen. I went to my closet and selected a white bikini. Not a real skimpy one, as I didn't want to tip Bobby off before we got started. This one had a top large enough to cover most of my breasts, and the white fabric contrasted nicely with my tan. Bobby had seen me in this suit in our pool on numerous occasions.

I went to the bathroom and got some baby oil. Real massage oil would be better, but this would do for now. I also got a large white towel. I took a deep breath and went to find Bobby. I found in his bedroom working on his computer. His door was open so I poked my head in. "I'd like to try out the massage table." I said, "Will you help?"

"Sure. What do you want?" he asked.

"Get undressed and wrap this towel around your waist. When you are ready meet me in the exercise room." I said. Before he could respond I popped out of his room as quickly as I had entered. I went to the exercise room and weighted, giddy with anticipation.

In a few minutes he appeared, looking a bit suspicious. Even though he was small, he was well proportioned for someone who was not able to be an athlete. "Lie on your stomach." I said, motioning to the table. He complied, moving carefully so as not to lose his towel.

"What do I do." he asked nervously.

"Just relax. I'll do all the work. Don't worry, I've never given anyone a massage that didn't enjoy it." I said. It was true; I never had a dissatisfied customer. I began to rub the oil into his shoulders. He was looking at the floor through the headrest, which was shaped like an oval "O" ring. He could glimpse my bear feet, but that was about all.

"I'd like to get you more relaxed when you are with a woman." I said. "That just takes practice and experience. Once you get comfortable in these situations you won't trigger the asthma attacks. You need to learn to be comfortable being sexually aroused. You don't want to be stressed in a sexual situation. Do you understand what I'm saying?" I asked, calmly.

"Not exactly." he stammered, shifting his body slightly.

"Well, when you were making out with Cathy were you nervous about being naked with her?" I asked, moving down to his feet. I began to rub oil into his left foot, massaging it deeply.

"Yeah, I guess I was pretty nervous. I'm not sure why." He replied.

"It is perfectly normal to be very excited when sex is new to you. Everyone gets through it. In your case it is a problem because your excitement is triggering the asthma attacks. We need to get you comfortable in sexual situations. The first step is to be comfortable being nude in the presence of a woman." I said. I immediately went to his side and deftly removed his towel. He was now completely naked, still looking at the floor.

I began rubbing oil into his butt. H was white there; contrasting with the rest of his body which was quite tanned. The minutes passed as I worked him over. He said nothing. Gradually I could feel him begin to relax.

" How are you doing?" I asked softly, "Do you feel OK?"

"Better." he said, "This just feels a little strange having you do this to me."

"Just relax." I said reassuringly, "People pay good money to get this treatment that you're getting for free!" I teased. I continued with his arms, shoulders and hands, moving around him like the professional I once was. Silently, I removed my Bikini top, exposing the loveliest breasts he might ever encounter. "Roll over onto your back." I instructed matter-of-factly. "I need to do your front".

He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. "Come on, I need to do your front. It'll be OK." I said reassuringly.

Not realizing that I was now topless, he rolled over. He gasped as my bare breasts came into view inches from his face. He turned bright red.

"It's OK. Just relax." I said. "We've got to get you used to this."

I held his hand. "Breathe deep. Relax", I said, "It's OK.

His cock was already semi hard when he rolled over, and now I could see it getting harder still.

"You need to get used to having a hard-on. Just relax and breathe slowly. It'll be OK."

I stroked his arm gently for a moment. He closed his eyes. I began to rub oil into his chest. I'd avoid his genital area today. This was all he was going to be able to handle for the moment. Gradually he began to breathe more slowly and deeply. I rubbed him for a half-hour more. He remained hard the whole time, but began to breathe much better.

"You're doing great." I said, "We're done for today. Take a shower and get dressed. I know you are aroused, but don't try to jerk off. Just let it get soft and you'll be fine." I said, handing him the towel.

I left to check on Mark in the playpen. It was time to spend some time with my son.

A week later...

Every morning Bobby got six ounces of my milk to start the day. After school he got a one-hour massage. Before bed he drank another six ounces of breast milk. It was Saturday morning once again. I was excited at the progress he was making. He hadn't had a single attack all week, despite the constant arousal I was providing. It was time to increase the sexual tension.

He was eating his eggs and toast with more gusto than normal. His eyes had a bright look about them.

"You've got an appetite today!" I said, "It's great to see you enthusiastic about something."

He looked at the half empty glass of milk on the table. "I think this milk is actually helping me!" he said. "I've been breathing a little better every day. It's amazing."

"Let's not declare victory just yet." I cautioned. "You still haven't had to exert yourself at all. I think you should try spending some time on the treadmill and doing a little lifting with the free weights. Nothing taxing. Let's start easy."

"Good idea." he said enthusiastically.

It was another hot Houston day. It was too hot to be walking outside. The treadmill was ideal. I had on another bikini, slightly more revealing than the white one. Bobby joined me in the exercise room wearing sneakers and shorts.

"Lose the shorts." I said. "There's no one here to see you but me."

He slipped off his shorts and underwear reluctantly and got on the treadmill. We started at 2 miles per hour. I watched him tread for a few minutes, his semi hard cock bouncing with each step. I was starting to get aroused myself, which was not my intent, so I went over to the free weights. I took off my bikini top, then the bottom. I started working out with the free weights while Bobby treaded.

After about 15 minutes I said "That's enough." and he stopped the treadmill. "Start with the 5 pound free weights." I said. His eyes were big as saucers when he realized I was completely naked. He was trying hard not to look at my naturally blonde bush, but he couldn't help himself. He was getting really hard.

I had him work with the weights for about 15 minutes. "OK, that should do it." I said. "Take off your sneakers and get on the table."

I spent about 20 minutes rubbing him as he lay on his stomach. He finally relaxed, so I had him roll over. I started at his feet, watching his cock to get a sense of his arousal level. He was doing fine, just semi-hard and breathing slowly. We were making real progress. It was time to escalate.

I walked around and stood behind his head. I reached out and massaged his chest. Leaning over as my hands extended down to his belly. My breasts were hanging right over his face, giving him a view he wouldn't soon forget. He suddenly got very hard, so I backed off and moved to his side.

I worked on his stomach, continuing to avoid his genital area. "What do you think of them?" I asked.

He looked puzzled. "Think of what?" he stammered.

"These." I said, taking a breast in each hand. "Do you like them?"

He blushed. "They're beautiful...you're beautiful.'' he said, his voice quivering.

"Good." I said, "Because if I don't arouse you this treatment won't have any effect."

I took his right hand and put it on my right breast. He stroked it gently, causing a few drops of milk to appear. "Sorry for the leakage." I said, "I'm pretty full. Mark's eating more solid foods." He continued to gently stroke my full breast and drops of milk trickled down. He was still breathing slowly and deeply. More progress being made.


Brenda and Bobby Ch. 10



Note: This story is the tenth installment in a series entitled "Brenda and Bobby". If you have not read the previous nine episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

I opened a bottle of wine for Brenda and took a glass out of the cupboard. As I was placing everything onto the bar, I heard a car pull into the driveway. I quickly set everything down, walked over to the window, moved the curtains and peeked outside. 

There was a strange car parked next to my SUV. It was dark, but I could make out two people in the front seat. They were kissing. My heart began to race. This was beyond anything that I could have possibly imagined. 

After several seconds they broke apart. The drivers side door opened. A man got out. It was too dark to see him very clearly. He walked around to the passenger side of the car, opened the door and extended a hand. Brenda reached out to him and he helped her out of the car. Gil was certainly a gentleman. 

Once out of the car, Brenda stood on her tip toes and kissed him again. Brenda was 5'6" tall. Gil was at least a foot taller than my wife. He was a big man.

As I watched from the window they broke off their kiss. My wife took her lover by the hand and led him up to the front steps. 

I closed the curtain, ran to the front door and opened it. 

Brenda stepped in with Gil following her. "Hi Baby, were here." 

I immediately noticed that the front of Brenda's blouse was unbuttoned and her brassiere was hanging loose. It had obviously been unclasped. I also noticed that my wife was making absolutely no effort to conceal this fact from me. Gil had already been fondling her breasts and she wanted me to know it. 

Brenda walked over to me and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. Then she stepped back, put her arm around Gil's waist and hugged him. It was a clear message, tonight she was with this other man. "Bobbi, I would like you to meet Gil Mitchell. Gil is my date for the evening. He came over here to fuck me." She looked up at her lover. Gil this is my husband Bobbi, but you should feel free to call him little quickie, quickspurt or tiny dick." 

Brenda smiled at both of us. "Well guys, everything is out in the open now. There is nothing between the three of us that is taboo for conversation." 

Brenda took Gil's hand. "Come on baby, lets go sit on the couch." As she led Gil into the living room she called to me. "Hey tiny dick, bring Gil a beer and pour a glass of wine for me." 

As they walked over to the couch I said, "Gil, would you prefer an import or a domestic?" 

Brenda stopped and looked at me. "Tiny dick, I think that it would be better if you addressed Gil as Sir tonight." She paused for a moment. "And I am of course Ms. Adams." 

Brenda was obviously doing her best to try to make my fantasy come true while she was fulfilling her own. 

I submissively bowed to my wife and replied, "Yes of course Ms Adams." I looked at Gil. "Sir, I apologize. Please forgive me for my familiarity. I meant no offense or disrespect." Then I bowed to him. 

Gil smiled and said, "No offense taken." He paused for a moment and then added, "quickspurt." 

"Please allow me to try again. Sir, would you prefer an imported beer or a domestic." 

Gil laughed and said, "Quickie, I would love an import." 

I went back to the bar and got the two drinks and put them on a try. I added a glass for Gil's beer and returned to the living room. As I entered the room I had to stop for a moment. I was slightly stunned by what I saw. Brenda and Gil were on the couch locked in a passionate kiss. Gil's hand was inside my wife's loose brassiere and Brenda was massaging Gil's erect cock through his trousers. 

Trying to be discreet, I placed Brenda's wine on a coaster on one end table and poured Gil's beer into a glass and set it on the other end table. 

They stopped their embrace as I was bringing the tray back to the bar. 

When I returned, I said, "Sir you were occupied when I brought your beer. I hope that it was alright that I poured it into a glass?" 

Gil laughed and said, "Bobbi either one, glass or bottle, is fine with me." Then he turned to Brenda. "Baby isn't he going to have a drink with us?" 

Brenda thought for a moment and finally said, "Lets take a break for a few minutes. I think that we should have a little talk." She smiled at me, "Bobbi get yourself a glass of wine and sit on the chair over there." 

I poured my wine and sat down in the chair opposite my wife and her lover. Brenda had kicked her shoes off. She was sitting on the couch snuggled up to Gil with her feet tucked under her. Her arm was around his broad shoulders. 

"Okay, I think that all three of us need to get to know each other a little bit better. Since I know both of you really well, how about if provide the preliminary details." 

Both Gil and I nodded with approval. He patted my wife's knee and said, "Go ahead." 

"Both of you feel free to interrupt if I'm getting something wrong. "

Brenda took a deep breath and started. "Bobbi, Gil and I were casual lovers for almost six years before I met you." She looked at Gil. "That's about right isn't it baby?" 

"Yes, I think that's pretty close." 

We got together and fucked at least once a week. Gil was married the whole time. Gil is still married. Gil's wife Patricia is a beautiful woman who created a line of hair products almost 15 years ago now. She is a very successful businesswoman. Gil loves her very much. He used to always tell me that and tonight in the club he reaffirmed it to me again. Isn't that right Gil?" 

He nodded and said, "Yes, I still love her very much." 

Now he continued the story. "Bobbi, my wife is a beautiful and intelligent woman, but she has a very low sex drive. She has thrown all of her energy into her business. We still spend lots of quality time together, but our sex life came to a complete standstill about 10 years ago. We went to counselors, Patricia saw numerous doctors. They explained that some women simply have a low sex drive. They basically told me to get used to it." 

Gil took a big swallow of his beer. "The problem is Bobbi, I have a very strong sex drive. I tried being celibate, but I just couldn't do it. Finally I had a serious confrontation with Patricia. We were on the verge of divorce." 

He paused again and took another swallow of beer. "We don't have any children. It would have been an easy split. I make plenty of money on my own. I wouldn't have tried to fight Patricia for hers. The problem was and still is that we both really like and love each other. We want to stay together. 

Gil picked up his glass and drained the rest of his beer. 

I held up my hand. "Time out." I jumped up, ran to the bar, got another bottle of beer, ran back and set it next to Gil. 

Gil smiled at me and said, "Thanks buddy." 

I smiled back and nodded to him. 

He poured the new beer into his glass and continued telling his story 

"Anyway, we came to an agreement. Patricia was willing to look the other way if I wanted to have some extramarital affairs. I had to promise to be discreet about it and never throw it in her face." 

"Well Bobbi, Your wife and I met at Baxter's one night. We hit it off and started to see each other regularly. When she came to me several years later and told me that she couldn't see me anymore because she was getting married to you, I was heartbroken. We talked about it. It was obvious to me that she really loved you and wanted to make this marriage work. I also knew about her previous tendency towards cheating and so I knew that we couldn't be just friends. We made a clean break. Until tonight I have not seen Brenda since before the two of you were married." 

He took another sip of beer. "Bobbi I have to admit that I was ecstatic when Brenda told me about the new developments in your relationship. I kind of find them hard to believe, but the notion that I can start sleeping with her again is really exciting to me. I have really missed her." 

He paused and thought for a moment. I'm kind of confused about all of this cuckold stuff and this sub - dom stuff." He stopped for a moment to think. "You seem like a really nice guy and I am not sure I want to be mean to you." He shrugged. "But if that's what it takes to get to sleep with your wife, well I guess I can try." 

Brenda pulled Gil to her and kissed him. Their kiss turned into a passionate embrace for several seconds. 

Finally, Brenda pushed her lover away and smiled at him. "Gil its easy to remember why I like you so much, you're a really nice guy." She sighed, "The thing is if you really want to be nice to Bobbi..." 

I interrupted my wife. "Brenda, Gil told his story. I think it's best if I tell mine." Brenda smiled at me and shook her head in agreement. "You're right. Go ahead sweetheart."

Following Gil's lead, I took a large swallow of wine. "Gil, I am not a large man. I'm small boned, slender, short and rather effeminate. I have never been the big jock type. When I was younger I was bullied and teased without mercy. Over the years I have made peace with who I am. I am very proud of myself. I am cultured, well educated, intelligent and successful in my profession." 

Now it was my turn to pause and take another swallow of wine. "Gil, This is embarrassing for me. I have to say it quickly." I took a deep breath. "I have a very small penis and to make matters worse, when I try to have sex with a woman, I ejaculate almost instantly. I am a pathetic lover. I have been ashamed of this for all of my adult life ." 

I looked up at my wife and her boyfriend. They were both listening respectfully. I took another swallow of wine. "The problem is that like you, I also have a very strong sex drive. My problem however, is much more complicated than yours. You're a big handsome guy with a huge cock who can fuck all night long. Women love to have sex with you. On the other hand, I learned very quickly that tiny dicked guys who ejaculate in seconds don't get many second dates." 

I finished my wine. This time Brenda held up her hand and said, "Time out." She jumped up and got the bottle of wine and a third beer for Gil. She poured me another glass of wine and set the bottle down on the end table next to her. 

I continued. "Gradually, I began to have submissive fantasies. I really don't know why. Maybe I subconsciously started to believe that submitting to the will of a strong woman was one way that I could be successful in a sexual relationship.

"The cuckold part is even harder for me to understand. My first wife divorced me eleven years ago. She came home one night and announced that she had been sleeping with another man. I was deeply hurt when I first heard this announcement.

"After we were divorced, my attitude started to change. I still don't understand why, but I started to fantasize about my ex wife and her lover. I created wildly exciting mental images of her having sex with him while we were still married. 

"I started surfing the internet. I found chat rooms and web sites that talked about cuckolding and hot wives. 

"Shortly after I met Brenda I started to have fantasies about her and other men. I kept these fantasies secret. I didn't share them with anyone, especially Brenda. I was afraid to tell her. I was terrified that she would think I was a pervert."

I stared at the floor for a moment. "I really don't know why I have these fantasies. I do know that I'm a masochist. " 

Gil interrupted. "You mean one of those guys who likes pain?" 

I nodded. "That's right, but I don't crave physical pain."

"What other kind is there?"

I smiled, "Mental pain, humiliation. It's absolute torture for me to have to sit here and watch the woman I love cuddled up to you with her arm around your shoulders."

Brenda sat up and took her arm off of Gil's shoulder.

I smiled at her. "It's okay. Please put your arm around him again. Seeing you dote on your lover is painful, but it's also wildly erotic for me." 

I looked at Gil and shrugged. "Some guys like to be whipped. I like being humiliated by my wife."

Brenda smiled at me and snuggled up to her lover again.

I took a deep breath. "There it is in a nutshell. I‘m a masochist. I crave mental pain and humiliation. What can possibly be more humiliating in our culture than having your wife openly sleep with other men." I paused and smiled. "Especially if she refuses to give me that same pleasure."

Gil looked at Brenda. "You're going to let me fuck you, but you aren't going to let him fuck you?"

Brenda smiled and slowly shook her head. "That's right baby. It's part of his torture. Isn‘t that hot."

I grinned. "Gil you can't possibly imagine how excited I get when I hear her say that."

He looked at both of us. "This is amazing."

I shrugged. "Gil I don't really understand any of this. The explanations you just heard are my feeble attempts at trying to understand it myself. It may just be best to leave it in very simple terms. I really get excited by the fact that Brenda is choosing to dominate me. I love being submissive to her. I love the fact that she is going to openly cuckold me. Finally, humiliation in all forms is as erotic to me as getting your cock sucked is to you." 

I stood up. "I do not make any apologies to anyone. I am what I am. Judge me if you so choose, but the fact is that the meaner you are to me the better I like it. Brenda and I aren't hurting anyone. Were both consenting adults. Some people like to be whipped. Some people like to have sex with people of the same gender. Some people like to use handcuffs when they make love. Brenda and I both want her to enjoy the freedom to openly sleep with other men and do it in a manner that is totally humiliating to me.


Now Brenda intervened. "Gil I want this as much as Bobbi does. I learned about Bobbi's fantasies several days ago. Since then we have had an ongoing discussion about this. As part of these discussions Bobbi and I have played several sex games in which I dominated and humiliated him. " She looked at Gil. "I enjoyed those games. I enjoyed them a lot. I am learning that I love dominating Bobbi and I am beginning to discover that I have a significant sadistic streak in me."

Brenda got up and walked over to me. She grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me out of my chair. When I was standing she slapped me hard across my face and said, "Get down on your knees pussy boy."

I immediately fell to my knees.

"Kiss my feet."

As I started to kiss and lick my wife's toes she turned to her lover. "Gil that gets me really excited."  Brenda reached down and gently pulled me to my feet. "Bobbi, how did you feel about what I just did."

I laughed. It was an excited laugh. "Brenda I loved it."

She turned to Gil. "Don't get me wrong. I love my husband every bit as much as you love your wife. Bobbi is the center of my universe. I would never leave him and I would never do anything that would really hurt him or cause him lasting pain." Brenda smiled, "But I do want to play games where I get to hurt him and he wants me to play those games. Were just having fun, they're only games. Were not hurting anyone."

She turned to Gil. "This is the price for returning to our old relationship. If you want me, Bobbi must be included in our games. Don't worry, he won't touch you, he's not gay." 

Brenda looked at me. "Bobbi take your pants and shirt off." 

As I undressed, Brenda continued. "One of the ways that I humiliate him is to feminize him." 

I pulled my trousers down. 

Gil started laughing when he saw my panties and nylons.

"I make him dress this way because it's humiliating for him. He doesn't dress this way because he is gay."

"Shit, I do not believe this."

Brenda started speaking very softly, "Believe it Gil." She put her hand on his crotch. "Its easy, just let yourself go. I'll take the lead." She was massaging his cock now. "All you have to do is let the dominant male side of you grow." She grabbed his erection through his pants and started squeezing it. "You'll get your first reward tonight. I promise to give you the very best sucking and fucking that you have ever had." 

She turned to me. "Bobbi, pull your panties down. Show Master Gil your pathetic little clittie." 

I did as I was told. 

Gil looked at my tiny penis and started to laugh. "Shit baby, that's the smallest dick I've ever seen." 

Brenda kept rubbing Gils crotch. His huge cock was making a tent in the front of his trousers. "That's the spirit sweetheart. Laugh all you want. You get to do anything you want. While you're here you are the master of this house. Bobbi is our slave."

Brenda started unzipping her lover's pants. "Remember, he not only has a tiny cocklet, he also suffers from premature ejaculation. The moment I touch his dick, he cums. I haven't had a proper fuck since I got married. Just look at that pathetic little worm he calls a cock. Baby that's all I've had to play with for the past three years. Can you imagine how good I am going to be to you tonight? You can have me any way you want me and you can have me all night long." 

Gil took a deep breath. "Okay, I'm in. What do you want me to do." 

"Just help me play with little dick here for about an hour. When were done, I'll take you down the hall to the master bedroom. We‘ll close the door behind us and spend the rest of the night privately enjoying each other just like we used to.

Gil looked at me. "Bobbi please remember, were just playing a game. None of its for real." 

"I smiled, "I understand Gil. Brenda and I have the same understanding." 

Brenda pulled Gil to her and gave him a big kiss. "So stud, do you think little wimp boy gets to drink with us anymore?" 

He laughed. "Hell no." 

Brenda looked at me and said, "Okay sissyboy, I think you had better get rid to the wine pronto and you need a more appropriate outfit. Go change into your pink baby doll nightie, pink crotchless panties, some pink nylons and those cute slippers I bought you with the puff balls on the toes." 

As I turned to leave Brenda called after me, "And don't forget to bring my lover another beer."



Brenda and Bobby Ch. 11



e: This story is the eleventh installment in a series entitled "Brenda and Bobby". If you have not read the previous ten episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

After I changed, I went to the bar to get Sir his beer. As I was reaching into the refrigerator, I heard Brenda say to her lover, "Baby I absolutely treasure your cock." She started to giggle like a school girl. "I'd forgotten how magnificent it is. I just want to play with it for a little while. Is that okay?"

Gil laughed. "Help yourself."

I got the beer, put it on a tray and brought it into the room. Gil's pants were unzipped and Brenda had his cock out. I stopped. I was stunned. His penis was huge. It was really quite amazing. It must have been at least nine inches long. 

For a moment I stood perfectly still holding the tray with Gils beer. My wife didn't even notice me. Her attention was totally focused. She had her left hand on the shaft of Gil's cock. It was so big that her fingers didn't touch when she tried to wrap her hand around it. 

I shook my head. My little clittie got lost in her hand when she held it. 

I noticed Brenda's wedding ring. It was on the hand that was holding Gil's cock. I remembered our wedding day. I could still picture Brenda smiling at me and saying, "I take you, Robert to be my husband. To have and to hold from this day forward. I freely give you my unending love and devotion. I promise to remain true and faithful to you and to cherish you. I look forward to spending the rest of our lives together as both man and wife and best friends. My darling I will love you forever."

I smiled to myself. My wife was holding another man's cock in her hand and about to let him fuck her. The part of her marriage vow about being faithful wasn't relevant anymore. Earlier this week, I had voluntarily and willingly released her from that vow. Brenda was now eagerly taking advantage of her new freedom. I was the only one that was still bound by the vow to remain faithful.

I looked at my wife. She was so happy. The index finger of her right hand was reverently tracing a little line around the edge of the monstrous head of Gil's penis. It almost seemed like Brenda was renewing an old friendship.

I quietly set the new bottle of beer down on the end table next to Gil, took three steps back and continued watching.

Brenda leaned over and kissed the little mouth at the tip Gil's cock. She was moving slowly and being very delicate. She was obviously savoring this moment. She started to lick the smooth head of her lover's erection. She was still holding the shaft with one hand. Her eyes were closed. She reminded me of a little girl eating her first ice cream cone.

Brenda parted her lips and put the head of Gil's cock into her mouth. His breathing seemed to quicken. He was getting excited. Brenda started to suck on the head of his cock while she stroked his thick shaft. She was obviously not in a hurry. She established a gentle rhythm of stroking and sucking. At times she would quicken her pace, at other times she would slow it down. She was clearly trying to give Gil pleasure without making him cum.

Brenda was never able to do this for me. The few times that she tried, I ejaculated the moment that her lips touched the head of my penis. 

As I stood in front of them and watched. I was overwhelmed with envy. I so wished that I had the kind of control that Gil was exhibiting at this moment. 

Suddenly Brenda stopped. She looked up at me and saw that I had changed my clothes. Her lips formed a wicked smile. "So my little quickspurt has returned." 

She pulled herself back up and kissed Gil on the cheek. "How do you like our sissy boy's outfit? Cute isn't it." 

"Shit baby, I just don't believe it. What a little fem. No wonder you're looking for lovers." 

Gil was warming to the task. 

Suddenly Brenda scowled at me. She stood up, walked over and slapped me hard across my face. "The next time you walk in and were busy, I expect you to get down on your knees and wait respectfully until you are addressed. Do you understand me wimp boy." 

"Yes Ms. Adams, I understand." 

"Good, don't make that mistake again." 

Brenda's expression got softer. "Did you enjoy the show Quickspurt? Gil has a really big cock doesn't he." 

"Yes Ms. Adams, he does." 

Brenda took my penis in her hand and held it up. Suddenly she reached out and grabbed my nipple. The thin cloth of my nightie did little to protect me from her attack. She twisted viciously. I cried out. She kept twisting. 

Gil started to get up. "Brenda..." 

Brenda released my nipple. She was breathing rapidly. This little act of sadism had excited her. "Oh don't worry. I didn't hurt him that bad, he's just a little crybaby." 

To my total humiliation, there were tears running down my cheek. Brenda really had made me cry. 

"I have to do it so that he won't cum while I am showing you his little cocklet. If I don't give him a dose of pain to keep his mind off of what I am doing, he'll shoot his little dribble of worthless semen immediately. This way, we can actually inspect his cock without worrying about him making a mess." 

Brenda picked up my penis again. "Gil baby, look at this. Isn't it a hoot?" 

Gil laughed. "It looks like a little boys pee pee."

Brenda grabbed my hair and held my face in front of hers. "Sissy boy, which cock do you think that I would rather have tonight. Your pathetic little clittie or Gils huge dick."

We both turned and looked at her lover. His massive erection was sticking straight up in the air.

"Look at that sissy boy isn't it magnificent?"

"Yes Mistress, it looks very powerful."

"Which one do you think I want Quickspurt." 

"I think that you would rather have Master Gil's cock Ms. Adams." 

"Indeed? Well what kind of a man does that make you? You're my husband aren't you.? 

"Yes Ms Adams." 

She laughed. "But you're not a man are you. Real men protect their marital rights, little pussy boys like you surrender them to men like Master Gil."

"Yes Mistress."

Brenda moved closer to me. In a low tone of voice she said, "Wimpboy, do you know what you're going to do while I play with my lover?"

"No Ms. Adams."

"You're going to lick my asshole. I'm going to get on my knees between Master Gil's legs. When I have his big beautiful cock in my mouth, You're going to kneel down behind me and beg me to let you lick my asshole. Is that clear?" 

"Yes Ms. Adams." 

Brenda got on her knees, wrapped her hands around Gil's cock, put it into her mouth and started sucking him." 

I got on my knees behind my wife, lifted her skirt, pulled her panties down and spread her ass cheeks. 

"Ms. Adams, may I please be allowed to kiss and lick your asshole while you suck your lovers cock?" 

Brenda took Gil's cock out of her mouth. "What does it mean when you kiss and lick my asshole while I suck another man's cock wimpboy?" 

"It means that I am surrendering all of my marital rights and giving you permission to party with any man you choose."

Brenda smiled. "Wimpboy, that's a wonderful answer. You deserve a nice reward. You have my permission to kiss and lick my ass." 

Brenda shuddered when she felt my lips make contact with her. She took a moment to enjoy the pleasure of my tongue probing her asshole then she put Gil's cock back into her mouth and sucked him with unbridled lust.

All three of us got lost in the passion of the moment. My face was buried in my wife's ass. Her lover was lying back getting a magnificent blow job and Brenda was getting to play with a huge cock. We lost track of time.

It was Brenda that finally got us back on task. She took Gil's cock out of her mouth, stood up and smiled. "I could do that all night long, but we can't get side tracked. We have a lot more fun stuff ahead of us."

She turned to me. Quickspurt, as my slave, I think that it would be appropriate for you to undress me so that I can play with my lover.

I bowed my head. "Yes Ms, Adams."

As I removed Brenda's blouse and brassiere, Gil started to chuckle and said, "This is fucking great."

Brenda winked at her lover and said, "I told you that you would enjoy this."

Gil sat back and put his feet up on the coffee table. His pants were still unzipped and his cock was still sticking straight up. He started to smile and said, "Hey Quickspurt turn your wife just a little bit so that I can get a better view of her tits."

I gently moved Brenda so that she was facing Gil. "Is this better sir?"

"Yeah, that'll do great." 

He looked at Brenda for a moment. "Quickspurt, I sure do love your wife's tits. They're absolutely gorgeous. I could look at them all night long."

Brenda started giggling. "You'd better do more than look at them or I'll have to find another stud."

Gil laughed. "She's right Quickspurt. We'd better get going. Take her skirt and panties off. I want to see your wife's cute little ass."

I set Brenda's blouse and brassiere on the chair next to her. When that was done I unbuckled her belt and unzipped the back of her skirt. She stepped out of it as I pulled it to the floor. I carefully folded it and placed it on the chair next to her blouse. 

I started to pull Brenda's panties down, but Gil stopped me. "Turn her around and pull them down slowly. I want to enjoy this."

Brenda turned so that Gil was behind her. She whispered to me "Get down on your knees sweetheart. It will make it more fun for him."

I got on my knees. Gil laid back on the couch and stroked his huge cock while I slowly pulled Brenda's panties down. 

When Brenda's panties were around her knees Gil said, "Turn her around again. I want to look at her pussy."

Brenda turned and faced Gil. He smiled. "I love a shaved pussy. I heard you did that for me Quickspurt. I really appreciate it. I want you to be sure to shave Brenda's pussy every day."

I bowed. "Yes sir. I will remember that."

Gil threw his head back and roared with laughter. "Damn Quickspurt you are one accommodating little guy."

I nodded. "Yes sir, I am trying very hard."

Gil smiled. "Well little buddy, you did great, but now it's time to turn your wife over to me. I'll show you how a man satisfies a woman."

He reached his hand out. "Come here baby."

Brenda walked over to him. Gil grabbed her wrist, gently pulled her onto his lap, put his arms around her and kissed her. Brenda started unbuttoning Gil's shirt. "Studman, its time to get your clothes off."

As my wife removed each article of Gils clothing she tossed it to me. When I was holding all of his clothes she said, "Hang everything in the hall closet. I don't want any of his clothes to be winkled when he puts them on in the morning."

I carried Gil's clothes to the hall closet and carefully hung them up. When I was done I returned to the living room. Gil was sitting upright on the couch. My wife was on her knees between his legs. She was sucking his cock. They were now ignoring me. They were completely focused on each other.

I remembered Brenda's earlier edict. I quietly got on my knees and watched from a respectful distance.

The tone of their lovemaking had changed. Brenda was giving Gil a vigorous and lusty blow job. The time for delicate teasing was over. My wife was now a bawdy jezebel sucking her powerful studs cock.

Suddenly Gil picked Brenda up and laid her on the couch. He spread my wife's legs and mounted her. He was in control now. He didn't ask permission. He was a stud. He took what he wanted.

Brenda gasped as she felt Gil push his massive cock into her. He moved slowly. He knew that this was the largest cock that she had taken in a long time. He was being very careful not to hurt her.

When he was all the way inside my wife he laid very still. After a moment he began to slowly withdraw his cock from Brenda's cunt. He pulled it out about a quarter of the way then pushed it back in. He slowly repeated this same motion over and over again. 

Gradually he started to increase his tempo. Soon he was thrusting his huge spear into my wife's womb, pulling it out and thrusting it in again.

As I watched I began to fully understand why Brenda lusted after Gil. He really did know how to properly fuck a woman.

Suddenly Gil stopped. He pulled his still erect cock out of my wife, stood up and pulled Brenda to her feet. 

"Enough games. Where's the bedroom?" 

Brenda laughed and led her naked lover to the master bedroom. As they opened the door, Gil looked back at me and said, "Bobbi my buddy, It's official, you are now Brenda's cuckold." 

I smiled back at Gil and said, "Thank you for letting me play for a little while. Please enjoy yourself." 

He laughed and said, "I am certainly going to try." 

They disappeared into the bedroom and closed the door behind them. 

Seeing my naked wife leading her powerful lover down the hallway to our bedroom to have sex with him is probably the most erotic sight I have ever seen. 

I retired to the guest bedroom and laid awake all night listening to the sounds of my wife being pleasured by another man. I was indeed now Brenda's cuckold.



Brenda and Bobby Ch. 12



Note: This story is the twelfth installment in a series entitled "Brenda and Bobby". If you have not read the previous eleven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

The next morning I was awakened by more of my wife's cries of ecstasy. I laid in bed and listened. They seemed to be more hurried this time. I understood. Gil had to get up and go to work. They were having one more quickie before he left. 

I continued listening. Soon I heard the familiar cries of Brenda having an orgasm. I decided that I had better get up and see if Gil needed anything before he left. 

I put my robe on over my nightie, went out to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. I was taking some eggs out of the refrigerator when Gil appeared. 

I poured a cup of coffee and handed it to him. "Want some breakfast Gil? The game was over. It was okay to use names now. 

Gil smiled and said, "Thanks for the coffee buddy, I'll have to pass on breakfast. I'm late. I have to run home. I need a quick shower, a shave and a change of clothes. I'll pick up something at a drive through on my way to the office." 

I walked to the front door and opened it. As I held the door for him I said, "Hey Gil, why don't you leave a couple of changes of clothes here. I'll keep them cleaned and pressed for you." 

Gil stopped. "You mean that Bobbi?" 

"Sure, what are sissy wimp husbands good for if they won't keep your clothes cleaned and pressed." 

Gil laughed. "Bobbi, you're an alright guy." 

"Thanks Gil." 

Gil looked at me. "Hey no hard feelings about last night are there buddy." 

"No Gil, it was one of the best nights of my life. I am also grateful to you for doing such a good job of satisfying Brenda. It sounded like she had a wonderful night. As far as I'm concerned you're always welcome in this house." 

Gil put his hand on my shoulder. "Thanks Bobbi. Hey the next time I come over, I'll try to do a little better with that dominant thing. Brenda said that there are some web sites I can look at. I'll try to study up a bit." 

"You were great Gil. Besides everybody gets better at games with practice and I hope we get to spend a lot of time practicing." 

He smiled. "Hey me to. Look I gotta run. See you later Bobbi." 

"See you later Gil."

He walked out the front door. I closed it behind him.

I went back into the kitchen and poured two cups of coffee. I put them on a tray and carried it back to the master bedroom. The door was closed. I knocked. 

"Come in Bobbi." 

I walked in with the coffee. Brenda was lying under the covers. Her hair was a mess. 

She looked at me. "Are you okay Bobbi?" 

I smiled. "Yes sweetheart, I'm fine. Did you have a fun night?" 

Brenda smiled. "I had a wonderful night, but this morning I've been lying here terrified that you're going to be mad at me. Bobbi, I'm sorry. I'll call Gil and tell him I won't see him anymore. Sweetheart, I can't bear the thought of losing you." 

I set the tray down, climbed on the bed and cuddled my wife. "Brenda it's okay. I had a wonderful time last night. You were perfect. I loved the game we played. I liked Gil. I invited him to come back again. I hope that was alright." 

"Really? You're not mad at me?"

I shook my head. "No, I'm not mad. We talked about this. I wanted it every bit as much as you did."

Brenda smiled at me. "I'm so glad that you feel that way. Sweetie I had so much fun last night. Gil is such a wonderful lover." She stopped. "Does it hurt your feelings when I say that?" 

I laughed. "No honey, nothing has changed. You made me your cuckold last night. It was exactly what I wanted you to do. The game was gravy. I never expected it and it was a wonderful surprise. I am very grateful to you for doing it." 

Brenda gave me a sly smile and said, "Want to keep playing?" 

"Yes, very much, in fact if I remember it right, you promised me an orgasm about now." 

She started to giggle. "Your right, but first you have a little work to do." Brenda kicked the covers off and spread her legs. Her cunt was raw and stretched. There was a pool of Gil's semen on the mattress between her thighs. A slow trickle of cum dripped from the lips of her pussy. Brenda had obviously let Gil fuck her bareback. 

"Come here baby." Brenda grabbed me by the hair and pushed my face into the pool of Gil's cum. Be a good cuckie and lick up all of my lover's semen for me." 

I started licking. I worked very slowly at first. Some things are better as fantasies than realities. Brenda had made me lick up my own semen during our sex games, but this was different. Gil produced a lot more cum than I did. I was also faced with the combined product of several of Gil's orgasms. A large pool of semen is a much greater challenge that a few dribbles on my wife's fingertips. At first the taste was repugnant and the consistency was worse. I wanted to gag, but I didn't. I just closed my eyes and forced myself to continue. It didn't take long before I started to get used to the taste. Semen is really pretty bland. The consistency was a little harder, but eventually that didn't bother me either. 

I quickly finished cleaning up the mess on the sheets. I moved to the trickle of cum that was running down the crack of Brenda's ass. It wasn't long before I was licking the lips of her swollen pussy.

This aroused my wife. She pushed me down, rolled me onto my back and mounted my face. She placed the swollen lips of her cunt right over my mouth. Gravity started taking effect. Globs of Gil's semen dripped from the lips of her cunt. Brenda rode me for a long time. Eventually the trickle of cum slowed and disappeared.

When Brenda was certain that I had licked up all of her lover's semen, she rolled off of me and gently held me in her arms. As she held me she whispered, "Are you ready for your reward?" 

I grinned at her. "Yes sweetheart, I am so very ready." 

Brenda pulled my panties down and took my little clittie in her hands. She began to stroke me with loving care. She worked slowly at first, but gradually quickened her pace. Suddenly I felt that wonderful eruption of pleasure in my groin. My clittie spit its dribble of cum all over Brenda's fingers. She kept stroking me. It was more like she was milking me. She was getting every drop of cum that I could produce. 

Finally she put her fingers to my mouth. "Lick up all of this to baby." 

I licked her fingers clean. I noticed that my cum tasted different than Gil's. I made a note to myself to ask Brenda about that later. I wondered if every guys cum tasted different. 

We got under the covers and cuddled with each other. As we fell asleep together that morning, we both knew that Brenda was now a hot wife and I was her cuckold.



Brenda and Bobby Ch. 1



"That feels good, will you give me a massage when we're done with you." I asked.

"I'll try if you want." he said, still fondling my large breast.

He was doing so well I had to go for it. I put more oil in my left hand and reached for his cock. I slowly began to stroke it. "Let me know if you want me to stop." I said, "but I think you are ready for this."

I gave him a Very light teasing stroke, my long fingers covering the entire length of his very hard cock. I gently rubbed his sack, feeling his warm balls getting tight in their pouch. I could feel myself getting wet, but I remained focused on his breathing, making sure he could handle the stimulation.

Milk was leaking down his arm as he continued to fondle me, but this was no time to stop for cleanup. I could see the head of his cock getting deep red as I continued playing with him. If he could hang in a little longer I'd be able to make him cum.

"You're doing fine. Keep breathing deep. I'm going to make you cum. Don't fight it just let it out." I said.

The words had no sooner left my lips when a thick white stream shot out of his cock onto his belly and chest. His body tensed as it spurted again.

He let out a sigh as I stopped stroking him. He looked into my eyes with a dreamy smile, not knowing what to say. I reached for the towel and wiped the ejaculate off his body.

"Was that OK?" I teased, "Are you all right?"

"Wow!" he said, "So that's what it feels like."

I let him rest for a minute, watching his chest rise and fall with his breathing. I couldn't suppress a huge grin on my face. I had forgotten how grateful some of my erotic massage customers were when I had successfully relieved them of their semen. Men really do need that release.

In a few minutes he began to become alert. "Ready to do me?" I reminded him.

"Oh sure..." he stammered. I traded places with him, lying naked on my stomach.

He began to rub oil into my back, trying to recreate what I had been doing to him. He wasn't half-bad. After about 20 minutes I rolled over onto my back. "That's good." now do my front." I encouraged.

He was awkward at first, not sure of where he should touch me or where he shouldn't. Gradually he began to figure out that there were no locations that were off limits. He gently kneaded my breasts, causing more milk leakage.

"Don't worry about a little spilt milk." I teased, "I won't run out." He continued his small hands working on my big breasts. My pussy was getting very wet. He gently pulled on my nipples. I couldn't stand any more.

I took his right hand and brought it down to my pussy. I took his index finger and positioned it on my clit. "Rub here, start softly and increase the pressure as I get more excited." I commanded.

His eyes were big as he began masturbating me. It felt so good. "You can do some exploring if you like." I smiled, "This is supposed to be a learning experience."

He slipped a finger into my vagina and probed around a bit. I'd soon teach him how to stroke my g-spot, but not today. Today I'd be happy with a nice clit-based orgasm. He continued stroking my clit and my lips, sometimes darting into the vagina. I was getting really restless. I'd be cumming soon.

"When I cum stop rubbing there for a few minutes. Then start over and do it again." I implored.

"How will I know when you cum?" he asked innocently.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you", I gasped, "I'm getting close."

He took that as a sign to increase the pressure and tempo, and I was soon bouncing up and down on the table until I exploded with pleasure. In my excitement I forgot to tell him I was cumming, but I guess he figured it out. As I was recovering my breath he stood over my head and played with my nipples, getting them incredibly hard. In a few minutes he was back to my clit revving it up for round two. My second orgasm was even more powerful. I almost fell off the narrow table.

Bobby went back to playing with my nipples while waiting for me to recover. A third round would be overkill for today, I thought as I caught my breath. "That's good!" I panted. "That's enough for now."

I sat up on the table and noticed that Bobby was again fully erect. He evidently enjoyed playing with me as much as I enjoyed playing with him. I hopped off the table, my full breasts bouncing to and fro.

"Why don't you lie on your back again. I think you've got more ejaculate that needs to come out." I said helpfully.

Bobby was much more relaxed this time as he lay on the table. He was doing so well I decided to go right to his cock. I put plenty of oil in my hand and began stroking with long moderate tempo motions.

"You're doing great so far!" I said, watching the head of his cock get darker as I worked the oil into it. His breathing was still regular. I was confident I'd soon get him off again without incident. His hand went to my breast without any urging on my part. Drops of milk once again were expressed as he fondled me.

"That feels so good', I cooed, "Would you do me a favor?"

"What?" he asked as I stopped stroking his cock for a moment?

"I'm so full of milk, would you mind taking some?" I implored. I wanted to ratchet up his arousal to another level.

"OK...sure." he said.

I leaned over and offered my right breast to his lips. He gently began sucking the warm milk fresh from my bulging breast. I leaned over even further until my breast was fully resting on his face. I made sure he could breathe as I encouraged him to suckle.

"That's so good! Oh yes..." I said.

I let him suckle for about 5 minutes before I returned to focusing my attention on his cock.

"' I'd really like you to cum again if you don't mind. ", I said, resuming my stroking of his cock while he continued hungrily devouring my breast. The head of his cock was deep purple; looking like it was ready to explode any second. "Let it cum, Bobby, I want your load."

His breathing was still moderate. So I pumped him even faster. His back arched and his muscles tightened.

""Let it cum!" I implored. I wanted him to get off while sucking on my breast. I could see the tip of his cock open up and then his milky load shot out all over his chest and my breast. I could feel his ejaculate beginning to dribble down my left breast as he resumed sucking my right one.

"I think you are done for now!" I laughed, as I toweled off his chest and my left breast. "You did great. I know you'll have much better luck with your next girlfriend. By the time you get to Stanford this fall you'll be ready for anything a coed could want."

"Thanks, Brenda. I don't know how I'll ever be able to repay you for your help." Bobby said.

'You'll repay me by getting healthy and enjoying a full life." I said, and I meant it.

Another week later...

Bobby's health continued to improve. I gave him a thermos of milk to bring to school every day, so he was getting three meals a day. After school I'd give him fresh milk while working him on the massage table. Still no asthma attacks. To my knowledge this was the longest he'd ever gone without an attack. He was up to 3 miles per hour on the treadmill. It was amazing. The only problem was that I was running low on stored milk, and the pump was starting to irritate my breasts. I decided that when school was out I'd convert him to three meals of fresh milk instead of one.

Another Saturday breakfast, this time pancakes for a change. Regular for me. Pancakes made from my milk for him. I didn't bother to tell him about the unique pancakes, wanting to see if he would notice.

"These are really good, Brenda!" he said. "I'll have plenty of energy today."

"They are pretty good." I said, deciding to keep their origin to myself.

"Feel like learning some new skills today?" I added casually, "you're doing so well."

He blushed. "You're in charge." he said, smiling. "So far everything you've suggested has worked out."

"Now that you can cum without triggering an asthma attack, I'd like you to learn how to control when you are going to cum.", I said. "It is a skill you need to be a good lover for those Stanford coeds."

"What do I need to do?" he said, cautiously.

"Well, have you noticed that just before you ejaculate there is a point in time when you know you are going to cum no matter what, but you haven't let it out yet."

He thought for a few seconds. "Yeah, I think I know what you mean. It usually is just a few seconds before it shoots out." He replied.

Bobby was even getting comfortable talking about sex. Real progress. " Well I want to practice having you recognize when you are close to having that feeling. I want you to tell me to stop before you get to the point of no return. Then we'll practice some tricks you can use to avoid cumming until you want to."

"Why wouldn't I want to?" he asked, puzzled.

"Because you might have a girlfriend who takes longer to cum than you do." I said, "A good lover will get his girlfriend off before he let's himself cum. At least most of the time. Besides, a guy who can cum on command is very impressive to most women. I can teach you how."

"When do you want to teach me?" he said, already surmising the answer. "Let's get started." I said.

He was doing so well that while I still watched his breathing closely, I wasn't too concerned about triggering an attack. He was developing confidence in himself as well, making an attack even less likely. I skipped the massage and went right to his cock. He had a lot to learn, so there was no sense in wasting time. After playing with him for about 10 minutes. He was pretty far along. His cock was rock hard and the head was beet red.

"Now don't wait until it is too late." I said, "Let me know when you are getting close." I continued stroking him pretty vigorously. I withheld my breast so he wouldn't get too distracted.

"Stop!" he blurted.

I immediately squeezed the head of his cock with my fingers. This reduced the sexual tension right away without hurting him. We continued this process again and again for the next half-hour. The intervals were getting shorter as he was getting more and more aroused.

"Brenda, I'd really like to cum.", he implored. This was what I was waiting for. He was now at his maximal state of arousal and his breathing was still good.

"Not quite yet, but soon". I said, "I'll tell you when it is OK. I want you to think of something really disgusting now, really revolting. You don't have to tell me what it is, just do it."

He lay quietly for a moment. "OK." I've thought of something.

"Now focus on that thought while I continue masturbating you." I added. I played with him more slowly now, given that this was just a training exercise. I wanted him to be successful. He stopped me a half dozen more times. He was doing great.

'Please, Brenda, I don't think I can hold it anymore." He said. "Yes you can. I responded. "I'll show you how. When you feel you are getting close bite your cheek with your teeth. Don't draw blood, but bite it hard enough so it hurts."

Amazingly for such an inexperienced guy, he was able to do it He stopped me another half dozen times. I couldn't believe his control for this first exercise. I looked at the clock. He'd been on the edge for an hour. If a coed couldn't come in an hour, she never would, I thought to myself.

"OK, you did fantastic!" I exclaimed, 'Let yourself cum right away. You've more than earned it." I popped my milky breast into his mouth and pumped his cock with my pre cum covered hand. His cock was totally juicy for the first time. This would be an orgasm he'd remember.

His whole body shook as he shot a giant load all over himself and all over me. It was glorious. I milked every drop I could before toweling us off. He was breathing hard but not wheezing. He'd passed another milestone. He deserved a reward.

"Are you OK?" I asked. "I know that wasn't easy but you did great."

"I'm OK" he panted. "It felt like a nuclear blast between my legs." he smiled.

"The only problem is that delaying your orgasm for such a long time creates more tension that it releases, so I want you to cum again as quickly as you can." I urged.

Even with the powerful orgasm he was still rock hard, as I knew he would be. I took his cock in my mouth. He'd earned is first blowjob.

"Now cum as quickly as you want, but tell me when you are going to lose it. It isn't polite to cum in some ones mouth without giving them warning. Now I get to drink your milk!" I teased. As a masseuse I never gave blowjobs, even though a lot of guys wanted them. A hand job was just a technical exercise, but sucking someone's cock was real sex in my book.

It had been a long time since I last did this, but in a couple of minutes I was still able to go all the way down on him. Even though he was a short guy for his age, his cock was pretty substantial. Not huge, certainly, but more than adequate. In another few minutes he was ready.

"I'm going to cum!" he exclaimed. I gave a convincing moan, wanting him to think that having him cum in my mouth was my greatest wish. I was greeted with only a slightly smaller load than the previous one. I swallowed every drop. This time he started to go limp.

"Feel better?" I teased. All he could do was giggle. He was temporarily spent, but my pussy was throbbing with excitement.

"Follow me." I said, pulling him up from the massage table. I took the white towel and led him into my bedroom. I pulled down the bedspread and laid the towel out over the sheet. I lay on my back, with the towel under my butt so my dripping pussy wouldn't soil the bed. I spread my legs wide. Bobby's eyes got big as he took in what was a pretty nice view for an 18-year-old.

"Kneel between my legs." I commanded. He complied. "Now put your index or middle finger of your left hand inside my vagina and press on the upper surface. I'll guide you." I said. I took his hand in mine and we played around until his finger was just where I wanted it. "That's my g-spot. If you get me excited enough it becomes sensitive. You can alternate between playing with my clit and pressing on the g-spot. With practice you can keep a woman in an orgasmic state for as long as you want."

I told him to stimulate my clit until he could feel strong push out contractions in my vagina. He should then press on my g-spot and massage it until the contractions subside. He should then go back to my clit and repeat the process keeping his left hand in my vagina the whole time. He should repeat the entire cycle until he gets bored or I beg him to finish me. He should finish me by continuing to stroke my clit into an explosive orgasm that will almost shoot his left hand out of my vagina from the strong contractions.

Having been suitable briefed, we began. I was already so excited from blowing him that it didn't take long to get the strong contractions going. "That's it! Stop on the clit, stroke the g", I moaned. In a few minutes he was getting the timing pretty good. I was floating in an orgasmic cloud that I wanted to last forever. Unconsciously my hands went to my breasts and I began playing with them, gently pulling on the nipples. My eyes were closed and I could have been anywhere. I didn't care.

"Oh that's so good..." I moaned, "Don't stop." The minutes passed and my body quivered with pleasure as wave after wave of deep vaginal contractions swept over me. This went on and on until I couldn't stand it any more. Milk was seeping all over my chest but I didn't even notice and wouldn't have cared anyway.

"Finish me Bobby, finish me!" I pleaded, expecting instant obedience. Instead he ignored me. At first I thought he wasn't paying attention, so I pleaded some more. Still nothing.

"You can wait a little longer, Brenda," he said, "I'm having too much fun to stop."

My whole body was shaking. "I need to cum.", I pleaded, trying to shout it out but only managing a whisper. Finally he relented and kept stroking my clit until a wave of pleasure swept over me that was so intense that I accidentally squeezed my breasts so hard that to little streams of milk shot about six inches in the air. My whole body contracted in a seizure of pure pleasure that seemed to last for a minute but was probably only several seconds. Thankfully, he took his hands away and wiped them on the towel.

I was in such an erotic frenzy that I couldn't stand it. Watching my little fountains of milk had him rock hard again. I pulled him to me and his cock slipped in like it was custom fitted. Somehow I had enough presence of mind to tell him to breathe and not rush as he began to pump his cock all the way into me. The powerful contractions in my vagina returned with a vengeance. He was so short that his lips only came up to my nipples, so we couldn't kiss. He didn't seem to mind as he lustily sucked the milk from my breast while pumping me hard with his cock. My contractions were so powerful that they just milked him to a powerful orgasm, shaking his whole body. I could feel his warm load shoot into me.

We both giggled as we caught our breath. "I accidentally skipped ahead to next week's lesson", I panted.

"You're a good student."



Brenda And Bobby Ch. 2



Over the few weeks I continued giving Bobby his "lessons". He was getting stronger physically and more skilled as a lover. When we fucked he'd wait patiently for me to tell him when to cum. He could go an hour if necessary, although I didn't usually make him wait that long. His oral skills were excellent as well. I would miss these lessons once he was at Stanford.

It was Friday night and the phone rang. It was my sister Eileen from Chicago. "Eileen, how are you!", I said. It was great to hear from her as she had been away for the last few weeks.

"I need a favor.", Eileen responded. "Nancy has screwed up her housing request at college and has no place to stay. Would you be able to let her stay with you until we straighten it out."

Nancy was Eileen's stepdaughter. I hadn't seen her in a year, but she was a petite red head and quite pretty.

"Of course.", I replied, "I've got plenty of room here. When is she coming?"

"Tomorrow if you can handle it.", said Eileen. "You're a dear."

Despite the potential to complicate things with Bobby, I felt compelled to help out. Nancy was starting at The University of Houston, so it would be convenient for her to be here, as we were in walking distance of the school.

Bobby was getting ready to go to a ball game with the guys, so I needed to catch him before he left.

"Bobby, you remember Nancy, my sister Eileen's stepdaughter, don't you."

"Sure. She was real pretty, but a little strange.", he replied.

"Well, she's going to be staying with us for a little while until she can get her own place at the University. We'll need to be discreet about our relationship. O.K.", I said, "I wouldn't want my sister to know what we are doing."

"No problem.", he said, breezing out the door.

I picked Nancy up at the airport the next afternoon. I didn't remember her breasts being as large as they apparently were, but she looked otherwise as I last saw her. She was going to be a premed student.

We made small talk on the way home.

"So Nancy, did you have to leave a boyfriend back in Chicago?", I asked.

"No.", she replied, "I'm gay. I left a few girlfriends, though."

I tried not to appear too surprised. Eileen had given me no indication that Nancy was gay.

"In case you are wondering, mom doesn't know." she added, "I'm telling you because you'd figure it out anyway."

"Are you sure you are gay, Nancy? Have you had any experience with men?"

"I made it with a couple of guys, but they would cum so quick that I didn't enjoy it. Girls take their time.", she said.

We arrived at home in short order. I showed her to her room and left her to unpack. Bobby was out with friends. She hadn't been shy about telling me her sexual persuasion. I had sensed something different about her over the last few years, but couldn't put my finger on it. She seemed to look at me with a special look, one I couldn't quite understand.

"Is it OK to use the pool?", Nancy said, having finished unpacking.

"Sure.", I replied, "I think I'll join you. Houston is so hot."

We soon found ourselves standing next to one another in the pool.

My bikini tops were a little on the small side since I was still nursing, and this one didn't leave much to the imagination. Nancy's was on the small side as well, giving me a good view of her incredible petite body.

"So, Brenda, have you ever been with a woman?", Nancy teased.

"Not since I was in high school. Girls are nice but there is no substitute for a man.", I replied.

"Are you still nursing?", Nancy asked.

"Yes.", I'm a believer in breast feeding.", I replied.

"I thought so. You always had great tits, but now they are huge.", Nancy said, eyeing them intently.

Nancy suddenly reached out and boldly fondled my left breast. I was frozen in place, not expecting her action.

"Awesome.", she said, "You've got the most awesome tits."

I was speechless. She then reached around and undid my bikini top spilling my breasts out into the bright sunlight. In a flash her mouth was on my nipple.

I let her suck it for a minute, experiencing a mixture of surprise and arousal. I let her continue.

"Let's go inside.", Nancy said, "I want more of this."

We went into my bedroom and stripped off our suits.

Nancy was on top of me right away, sucking first one breast and then the other.

"I give great head.", she said.

Her face was soon buried in my pussy, and I was getting wetter by the minute. In ten minute she had me cumming, her face covered with my juices. She then sat on my face and I began to return her favors.

As the minutes passes we continued to exchange pleasures.

"We need to stop!", I panted, "Bobby will be home soon."

We dried off and sat at the kitchen table. I made a pot of coffee.

"I'm going to like it here, Brenda.", Nancy said. "I screwed up my housing request on purpose."

"Oh.", I responded.

"Yes. I've wanted you since I had my first period."

"I still think you should get more experience with men before deciding your sexual orientation. "You're only 18.", I replied.

"I'm not attracted to older men, and the young ones don't know what they are doing or don't care.", she said, "Where do I find a guy my age that really knows how to fuck."

Bobby came in wiping the sweat from his brow.

"God it's hot out there", he said.

"Bobby, you remember Nancy, don't you?" I asked.

"Sure. I understand you are going to stay awhile.", he replied, reaching out and shaking Nancy's hand. "I hope you like it here."

"I'm sure I will.", she responded, seductively. "I'm sure I will."

Bobby went to his room to shower before dinner.

"I don't remember him looking that good.", Nancy whispered to me.

"Well he's only going to be here for another month before going to Stamford, so don't drag your feet...", I encouraged.

"Does he have a girlfriend?", Nancy inquired.

"No. "He's fair game.", I responded. "You could do a lot worse."

"I'm going to take a shower, too, and get rid of the chlorine.", Nancy said.

She went to her bedroom. I went to Bobby's room immediately. He was just getting out of the shower. I took a bath towel and began to dry him off as he ogled my tits that were almost falling out of my bikini top.

"I need a favor, Bobby.", I implored.

"Sure." He said, his cock getting hard as I brushed up against him with my tits.

"Nancy thinks she's gay because she's never been with a guy that knows how to please her. She's so pretty they all cum right away and she never gets off. I'd like you to fuck her and not cum until she does. I'm sure she'll realize she's been wrong about sex with guys.", I said.

I knelt down and popped off my top, taking his now hard cock between my tits. Milk was oozing out as I fucked him with my tits.

"This is a quickie, so cum right away.", I instructed. In a couple of minutes he popped, spaying white goo all over my tits. "So, will you do me this favor, Bobby?'

"Yes.", he stammered. "How do you know she'll want to do it with me?"

"Trust me. She wants you.", I replied. "We'll have some wine with dinner, then the three of us will go skinny dipping in the pool. Just make sure she cums before you. OK?"

"Got it.", he replied. I let him suck some milk from my left breast before I went to my room for a shower.

I got out a bottle of champagne to go with the jumbo shrimp I was preparing for dinner.

"It's such a hot night why don't we go for another swim after dinner, Nancy?", I asked, as she was setting the table.

"Sounds OK to me.", she said. "What are you doing tonight, Bobby?"

"I think I'll hang out here if you don't mind.", he smiled.

"Great!", said Nancy, "It will give us all time to get better acquainted."

Dinner was excellent, and the champagne had us all feeling pretty mellow.

Everyone pitched in to clean up the dinner dishes. I had on a pair of pail yellow shorts and a matching blouse. Nancy had on white shorts with a blue tank top. Bobby had cutoff jeans and a colored tee shirt.

I got out another bottle of champagne and opened it.

"Shall we go for a swim?", I said, slowly unbuttoning my blouse in front of the two teenagers.

I then undid my bra, my milk-laden breasts spilling out for them to see. Their eyes were as big as saucers.

I slowly dropped my yellow shorts, standing before them in just my small underpants.

"Well?", I repeated.

They both began to undress before me as I shed my panties.

Bobby had a huge hard on right away, and when Nancy saw it emerge from his underpants her eyes got even bigger. Bobby wasn't too tall, but he was pretty well hung.

I led the way and we were soon in the pool with plastic cups filled with champagne. It was twilight, and the moon was beginning to come up. Next to the champagne bottle sitting on the edge of the pool I had left a six pack of large size condoms for them to see. Bobby could take me without one while I was nursing, but I didn't want him getting Nancy pregnant or give her an excuse not to fuck him.

We were standing together at the shallow end. I put down my glass and put my right arm around Bobby's neck and pulled his face to my right breast. With my left hand I did the same with Nancy and she eagerly took my left nipple in her mouth. I just relaxed and let the milk flow as I watched the moon rise.

In a few minutes they were both so aroused it was time to get to it. I led them out of the pool and into my bedroom. I quickly dried them both off.

"Bobby, lie on your back.", I said, motioning to the bed. He got into position.

I slid my hand into Nancy's pussy and felt that she was already wet. I slipped the condom over Bobby's throbbing cock.

"Go ahead.", I said to Nancy.

Tentatively she mounted him and gingerly let his cock penetrate further and further until he was in all the way. I sat on the other side of the bed as she began fucking him. I sipped champagne as the minutes passed. I hoped Bobby wouldn't fail me.

"Oh, Oh!", Nancy cried as she strained against him cumming with Bobby's cock all the way in.

"Don't stop.", I implored. "You're just getting started."

Nancy got off twice more over the next half hour, each orgasm more powerful than the one before.

"I need a break!", she gasped, "That was great."

She slowly got up letting his cock slide out. He was so hard it looked like he was about to explode any second.

"I think we need to do something about this." I said to Nancy as I peeled the condom off his swollen member. "Why don't you kneel between his legs and jerk him off."

"OK.", Nancy said, getting into position.

I knelt in back of his head, letting my tits dangle in front of his face as Nancy began stroking him.

"Let it cum whenever you want, Bobby.", I cooed, "You've earned it."

Nancy pumped him faster and faster.

"When he cums pump him for another 30 seconds.", I instructed, "It will drive him wild."

I had no sooner spoken than Bobby's first spurt hit my right breast.

"Oh! Oh!" he moaned as another rich spurt landed between my breasts.

Nancy had a huge smile on her face as she continued pumping him wildly. One more load shot out making it only as far as his bare chest. His whole body was shaking as Nancy's continued rapid stroking overloaded his senses.

"He's done.", I said, as she stopped. I leaned over and let my breast rub his face as he panted trying to catch his breath.

"If you don't mind I think I'll take a little for myself.", I said to Nancy as she moved over to let me mount him. I started fucking him before he lost his hard on. While Nancy's tits weren't as big as mine, they were big enough. She sat at his head and let him take one in his mouth as I continued to fuck him.

I was able to cum quickly. In a few minutes I could tell Bobby was ready to explode so I urged him to give it to me.

"Let it cum out, Bobby, let it cum..."

I could feel his load spurt into me as his hips strained against me.

I sat on top of him and looked at Nancy, as Bobby still had her breast in his mouth.

"Well, Nancy, which is better now, boys or girls?"

She looked at me sheepishly.

"Boys, definitely boys."

I went to bed leaving Bobby and Nancy to their own devices. There were 5 Magnums left, which should get them through the night at least.

The next morning I got up early and made a pot of coffee. About 8 a.m. Nancy showed up, looking like she'd been up pretty late. I gave her a cup of coffee.

"Sleep O.K?", I asked cheerily. "Was the bed comfortable."

"I don't know how comfortable the bed was and I didn't get much sleep.", Nancy replied groggily.

"'Sounds like you've discovered boys.", I smiled.

"I guess I don't know as much about sex as I thought.", Nancy said. "I could use some help."

"Well, I'd be happy to help if I can." I replied.

"I don't know how to fuck. I don't know how to suck cock, and even my hand job was lame."

"Don't be so hard on yourself." I said, "You just need some experience. We all have to learn one way or another."

"Will you teach me what to do." she pleaded, "I feel like a jerk."

"What happened to make you feel that way?", I asked.

"Well, you saw me fuck him. I kept cumming and cumming but he didn't get off until you fucked him. Then later he gave me great head and I got off again. I tried sucking his cock but he didn't cum. I finally jerked him off again, but even that took a long time.", she sobbed.

"Why don't you go to bed in your own room and get some sleep. This afternoon I teach you the basics of how to please a guy. O.K.", I said, giving her a hug.

"O.K.", she said, rubbing her eyes.

Bobby got up around 11 a.m. He looked rested and had a definite bounce in his step.

"Sleep well?", I asked.

"Great!", he said., "I'm starved."

"I'll scramble some eggs for you.", I said, "How'd it go with Nancy?"

"She's really pretty. Smart, too.", he replied.

"That's not what I meant, silly.", I laughed.

'It went great. I did what you said and made her cum as often as I could.", he replied with obvious pride.

"How did she do for you?", I asked, sliding the eggs from the frying pan onto his plate.

"I don't think she has much experience. She seemed a little unsure of herself", he replied.

"She doesn't have much experience with guys. We need to show her what to do. Will you help me?", I asked.

"Of course. She's cool. What do you want me to do?", he asked as he wolfed down the eggs.

"This afternoon I want to give you both some instruction on how to get the most out of the sexual part of your relationship. You might learn something too, although you've come a long way...", I teased.

I walked over to him and lifted my blouse. I didn't have a bra on. He gratefully took my nipple and sucked the warm milk out.

"Save the hard-on for Nancy.", I added, observing the bulge in his pants, "You're going to need it."

Nancy finally woke up around 1 p.m. I fixed her a ham sandwich. She looked much better.

I h ad showered and put on another small bikini, as it was another scorching day.

"I want you both to take showers and get cleaned up so we can start our first lesson.", I said to them as Nancy finished her meal.

"Put on a bathing suit.", I said, "It's hot out."

In about twenty minutes Bobby showed up. About ten minutes later Nancy appeared.

"O.K.", I said, "The first thing you need to learn is to communicate. It's the key to great sex."

"Nancy, what was the best part about having sex with Bobby?", I asked.

She blushed. "I got to cum a lot. I've never been able to cum with a guy before."

"And what was the worst part?", I asked.

"Well" she said softly, I didn't really know what to do to make him cum like I did."

"O.K Bobby, What was the best part for you."

Now it was his turn to blush. "Well...I couldn't stop looking at her. She's so pretty. When she was fucking me her tits were bouncing around. It was great. And I really liked it when she would cum again and again....", he said.

"And what was the worst?", I demanded.

"Are you kidding? There was no worst. It was all great.", he stammered.

"O.K. Nancy, what have we learned from what Bobby said?" I asked.

"Is that a trick question?", she asked, weakly.

"No. Come on. Think." I implored.

"I don't know." She said.

"What we've learned is that if you enjoy yourself he's going to enjoy you too. You can't really make a mistake, so relax.", I added.

"Bobby, how well did she fuck you?", I asked.

"She was great." he said.

"Then why didn't you cum?", I asked.

"I wasn't trying to. I just wanted to stay hard so she could get off as much as possible.", he added.

"So you could have cum if you had wanted to?", I asked.

"Sure. I had to work hard not to.", he said.

"So if she had said "Bobby I want you to cum!", you would have.", I said.

"Sure.", he said.

"So if I want him to cum I should tell him to?", Nancy asked.

"That's the idea.", I said.

"How did she do sucking your cock?", I asked.

"Well, I could feel her teeth on it, but she was trying hard.", he confessed.

"Did you tell her it hurt?", I asked.

"No.", he said.

"Why not?", I asked.

"She was trying so hard, I didn't want to hurt her feelings.", he replied.

"O.K. The first rule of having your cock sucked is that if she's doing it wrong tell her right away!", I admonished. "Otherwise she'll think she's giving you the best blow job you've ever had."

"Let's practice. Take off your clothes.", I demanded. We all stripped.

"Nancy, I want you to suck his cock. Try not to let your teeth touch him", I added., "Is it O.K. if he cums in your mouth?"

"Sure. I'll swallow whatever he gives me.", she said.

"The tell him to that you want to drink his load and don't give you any warning. You want to be surprised."

"Bobby, I want to suck your cock and drink every drop of cum you give me. Don't tell me when you are going to cum. I want to be surprised.", Nancy repeated.

She went down on him, tentatively at first, but as the minutes passed they both got into it more and more. After a while Bobby's breathing became labored and he groaned as he began to ejaculate. Nancy swallowed every drop with gusto.

"How was it?" I asked.

"Oh wow!", Bobby panted.

"I got him off that time.", Nancy beamed.

I opened another six pack of Magnums.

"I want you to put this on him and fuck him. When you want him to cum tell him.", I said.

Nancy fumbled with the condom, but finally got it over Bobby's still hard cock. They were soon fucking with abandon. Bobby was playing with Nancy's big bouncing tits when she groaned and pushed hard against him. She soon recovered and began pumping him anew.

"Cum Bobby!, cum if you can...", she exclaimed.

"I'm cumming...", Bobby soon replied as he let a load flow into her. She got off as well, collapsing on his chest. They were both bathed in sweat.

"How was that?", I asked.

"I think I'm getting the hang of it.", Nancy panted.

I gave them a break, pleased with their progress. I let them both suck my tits for awhile, as I was over flowing with milk.

"O.K.", I said, "Let's move on to the perfect hand job. Why jerk a guy off, when you could fuck him or blow him?"

They both looked puzzled.

"Well, if you are fucking him you are enjoying yourself, making it difficult to concentrate on him. If you suck his cock you can't easily stimulate him verbally."

"O.K. Nancy, before you begin tell him you want to jerk him off, if it is O.K. with him. A lot of girls start slow and build up the tempo. Instead, start fast and tell him to tell you to stop just before he is ready to cum."

"I'd really want to jerk you off, Bobby, it it's O.K. with you.", Nancy repeated as she began to vigorously stroke him. I handed her some massage oil to lubricate his now swollen cock."

As the minutes passed Bobby was getting really excited.

"Stop!", he exclaimed.

Nancy halted her stroking.




Brenda And Bobby Ch. 2



"I want you to gently rub his balls while you let him relax a little.", I instructed.

She gently fingered his sack, exploring new territory.

"O.K. Start stroking again"., I added.

We repeated this cycle again and again for about a half-hour.

"I really need to cum.", Bobby finally panted.

"O.K., Go slower now, he's really excited." I said. "Look at the head of his cock. See how dark red it is? See how the tip is open just a bit? You want to keep him so excited the tip stay open just a bit. It's a fine line, though, because when he's that excited he's very close to cumming. If you over stimulate him and he starts to cum finish him with gusto because there is no stopping once he's over the edge."

Several minutes passed. Bobby was now begging Nancy to let him cum.

"Tell him to wait a little longer. You're having too much fun to end it so soon."

"Bobby, be patient. I'm having fun. You can wait awhile", Nancy teased.

She repeated this cycle for several more minutes, promising to let him cum if he'd wait a little longer.

"O.K.", I said, "Tell him you want him to cum whenever he wants. Just let it out."

"Bobby, I want you to cum now, give me every drop!", Nancy exclaimed.

In a few seconds Bobby's body tensed and a big spurt of ejaculate flew over his head onto a pillow. Two more spurts followed.

Nancy had a big grin on her face.

I was super wet watching Nancy jerk Bobby off. Nancy saw the juice dripping from my pussy and buried her face in my wetness. In a few minutes I was shaking with pleasure.

Watching Nancy go down on me brought Bobby once again to a state of readiness.

"O.K., you guys are doing great so far". I said. " One more lesson and you're on your own for the rest of the day. Bobby, lie on your back again. Nancy, sit in back of his head while I demonstrate how to properly fuck him with your tits.", I said.

I knelt between Bobby's legs and rubbed body oil onto his cock. I then rubbed plenty of it on the inside surfaces of my breasts. I bent over and began teasing his cock, letting my breasts rub against him.

"There's nothing quite like taking a really nice cock between your tits. Right, Bobby?", I teased.

"It's great...", he stammered.

I took a breast in each hand and pushed them together, trapping his throbbing cock between them. Slowly I began stroking him with my soft slippery tits. Once again, his eyes were big as saucers.

"Nancy, you have to go carefully. It is so erotic he'll cum in no time if you are too enthusiastic. It's better to drag it out and give him some time to enjoy it. Besides, we aren't in any hurry, are we, Bobby?", I teased.

"No.", he replied, weakly.

"You're not going to cum until I tell you to, right?" I added.

"Right.", he said.

He was getting more and more excited. I spent some time just moving ever so slowly around the head of his cock. He was breathing heavy now.

"I really need to cum again, Brenda.", Bobby said, a strained look on his face.

"I don't know. Nancy, should I let him cum yet?", I teased.

"Not yet", she said, getting into the fantasy I was creating for Bobby. "Why don't you let me try it for awhile. I need the practice."

"Good idea. We'll switch places.", I said.

Nancy came around and positioned herself between Bobby's legs as I moved out of the way. I then rubbed the oil on her tits as Bobby watched, his cock throbbing. I took a towel and wiped the oil off mine, in case someone should need to suck them soon. I knelt behind Bobby's head, dangling my boobs where he could see them. I placed my hands on his, pinning him down

Nancy was well endowed herself, and easily contained Bobby's cock between her breasts. Slowly she began stroking him. In a few minutes he was begging to cum. Nancy played stop-and-go with his cock for several minutes until she could barely stroke him at all without risk of his losing it.

"I think you should let him cum now.", I instructed.

"Let it cum out now, Bobby. Let go.", Nancy cooed.

I leaned over a bit and let him take my left nipple in his mouth as she brought him to orgasm. I hoped he wasn't so excited he'd bite me by mistake.

Nancy had the tip of his cock well contained as he spurted, cum oozing out between her tits.

"Nice load, Bobby, give her some more." I said as a second bit of cum spurted out between her tits. A third smaller load oozed out as he finished.

"That was fun!", said Nancy, "I like it when he begs."

While Bobby was recovering I walked over and liked his cum off of her breasts. "No need to waste it.", I teased.

"Was that O.K., Bobby?", asked Nancy, winking at me.

"Great.", he panted, still breathing hard, "Great."

"Well, that's a good start. I can show you the fine points another time." I smiled, "For now I think I'll go for a swim.

"I think I'll take a nap." Bobby said weakly.

One of the nice things about my house is that it is walled and gated, so I don't really need to wear a swimsuit. If anyone shows up they have to call through the intercom for someone to let them in. I decided to just go nude in the afternoon sun.

In a few minutes Nancy showed up, nude as well.

"Bobby's taking a nap in his room." Nancy said "We worked him over pretty good."

"In a couple of hours he'll recover nicely, I suspect." I replied.

"Too bad he's going away to school, I could get used to this." Nancy said softly.

"It will give you something to look forward to over Thanksgiving, unless you decide to go home for the holiday." I said, "Besides, I don't think you'll have trouble finding male companionship at school here in Houston."

"True, as long as I can send them to you first." Nancy giggled, "You can teach them how to fuck and send them back to me."

"You're bad!" I replied.

"So what else do I have to learn to be good in bed?" Nancy asked.

"Just remember to communicate what you want. Find out what he likes. If you really like the guy, then pretend his desires are actually yours. If he likes to have his cock sucked, for example, just make sure you convince him that nothing would get you more excited than sucking his cock. It has to be sincere, though or it won't work. Faking sincerity is the key. Once you learn that, everything else will be easy." I said.

The phone rang.

"I'll get it." Nancy said as she jumped out of the pool, her breasts bouncing as she went into the house.

"It's my girlfriends from Chicago, Brenda." Nancy hollered from inside, "Is it O.K. if they come for a weekend visit before school starts?"

"Sure." I said, 'They are welcome to come whenever they want."

This summer was getting more interesting by the day....