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Brenda

By: Lance Stallworth



I first noticed Brenda the weekend before school started when we both moved into the dorms. Her room was across the hall from mine. I thought she was sexy as hell; apple green eyes, curly brown shoulder-length hair, firm C-cup breasts, and a great ass, especially for her frame. We had made small talk from time to time during the semester but I never really paid her much attention. Based on the fact that she was Homecoming Queen at her high school and her Abercrombie and Fitch attire, I just figured she was the average stuck up chick. On the first day of the second semester when I saw her sitting in the front row of my African-American Studies class, I realized I was wrong. She noticed me in the back and smiled, I smiled back. In the small class of 25, she was one of three White students. 

It's a strange phenomenon; white people love Black rappers, Black athletes and Black comedians but when it comes to taking classes on the Black experience in America, they're nowhere to be found. Brenda was not one of these people and for that I was grateful. 

Before dismissing the class, the professor assigned a project for which we were to work with a partner. As I gathered my books and turned to leave, I saw Brenda approaching me. 

"Hey, neighbor" she said smiling.

"How's it going?"

"Not too bad. Wanna be my partner"

"Sure."

"Great. Well, I have basketball practice until 7 tonight. Can you meet me in my room around 8?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. See you then."

And that was that. I was disappointed that I couldn't think of anything clever to say to her. I had talked to her a million times in passing but now all of a sudden I was a nervous wreck. I tried to forget about it as I took a deep breath and proceeded to my next class. All I could think about all day was Brenda. 

By the time 8 o'clock rolled around I had gathered various books from the library for research. The topic of our project was the psychology behind interracial dating and relationships. I figured that, if nothing else, this would lead to some interesting conversation. I knocked on her door and her roommate Sarah answered it.

"Hey, Lance"

"Hi, Sarah. How are you?"

"I'm doing good, how are you?"

"Great, thanks. Is Brenda around?"

"Yeah, she's in the shower. She told me to let you in," she replied with a grin. I watched Sarah's firm ass sway beneath her tight blue jeans as I Followed her into the room. You could tell girls lived there because of how neat it was. The beds were properly arranged and all of the clothes were either folded or hanging in the closet. Most of my guy friends' rooms looked like the aftermath of a world war. Sarah knocked on the bathroom door.

"Brenda," she called, "Lance is here"

"Okay, I'll be out in a minute."

Sarah walked over to the mirror and started styling her long, blonde hair. She was wearing a light mascara that brought out the blue in her eyes and her lip gloss accentuated her sexy lips. 

"You look nice."

"Oh, thank you," she replied cheerfully.

"Hot date tonight?"

"No, I'm just going to the bars to hang out."

Satisfied with her appearance, she grabbed her purse and headed for the door.

"Bye"

"Bye, have fun tonight."

"Thanks....you too" she said with a wink before leaving. Shortly, Brenda emerged from the bathroom. I was not at all prepared for what I was about to witness. Her tight, muscular body was wrapped in a towel and beads of water were sliding down her skin. She looked like a goddess stepping out of a lake. 

"Hey, Lance. Sorry I'm running late. Coach Eisen made us watch extra film after practice."

"Don't worry about it. I'm in no rush."

She stepped behind a curtain in her closet to dry off and get dressed. I shifted in my seat, furiously trying to conceal my erection before she came out. When she finally did, she was wearing short blue terrycloth shorts and a form-fitting t-shirt. Her hard nipples looked like they were about to burst through the fabric. It took all of my will power to stay focused on the topic at hand with Brenda looking absolutely delicious but I managed. We were able to make a great deal of progress on our project. After we put the books away for the night, I asked her the one thing that had been on my mind (besides sex) since seeing her this morning. 

"So what made you decide to take a class on Black studies?"

"I don't know," she shrugged, "I guess I just like learning about as many different cultures as possible."

"That's cool. But, you know, Black people in America don't really have a culture." 

"How do you figure?"

"Well, our ancestors were snatched from their homeland so we have no connection to our past whatsoever. Everything we do isn't African, it's distinctly European. We're following Western philosophy, Western ideals, Western religion. Christianity wasn't in Africa until the White man showed up and yet most Blacks in America are Christians."

"Yeah, but Black churches are different from White churches. There's a certain celebratory vibe to them not unlike some of the tribal rituals performed in Africa. So Black American culture is different than traditional African culture in some ways but it's still a culture in and of itself."

"See, I disagree. I don't think a bastard hybrid of two cultures can be considered culture. Especially not when it was brought about by force and degradation."

"You have a beautiful mind."

"So do you," I said with a laugh, “and a beautiful body."

"You think?" she said, smiling.

"Definitely. To be honest, I thought that was all there was to you; a great body and a pretty face."

"Oh, this Abercrombie girl had you fooled, huh?" She said as she laughed and inched closer.

"Yeah, it's ironic because I get all pissed off when people assume I'm some kind of criminal or some kind of buffoon who can't speak properly just because of the color of my skin and now here I was assuming you were an airhead just because of your appearance."

"Well, now you know better."

She leaned in and planted her lips on mine. I felt as if I was in a fantasy world as I swirled my tongue around hers while she reached down to unzip my pants. I stood up, unbuckled my belt, and stepped out of my jeans. Brenda took her shirt off and then stood up and took mine off. She kissed my lips and then began massaging my balls through the fabric of my boxers. She pulled those down and marveled at my cock, which was already hard and throbbing. 

"My, my, my...look at what we've got here," she said as she started stroking it. I moaned and reached down to fondler her breasts as she kissed the insides of my thighs and started sliding her smooth tongue across my balls. 

"Oh, fuck yeah, Brenda," I cried as I ran my fingers through her damp hair. She grabbed my cock at the base and smacked herself in the forehead with it. Then she slid it down her face and into her mouth. She looked right up at me with those pretty green eyes as my cock began to disappear into her warm mouth. She bobbed up and down faster and faster until she let my cock fall out of her mouth with a loud "slurp." Then she turned around, tilted her head back, and started furiously sucking my balls. I reached down and started sliding my finger tips across her pointy, pink nipples. 

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, do that. That feels so fucking good." she cried as she leaned back farther and began kissing and licking my perineum. I moaned loudly as she reached up and spread my pre-cum across the head of my throbbing cock and began stroking it. I was seconds away from shooting massive wads of cum across Brenda's room when I grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. 

I kissed her and said, "You've got me right on the edge."

"Yeah? You got a lot of cum for me?"

"Yeah, baby."

"Then come over here and fuck me."

She walked over to her bed, sat on the edge, leaned back and put her legs in the air. I didn't have to be told twice. I walked over and stepped in between her legs, putting her feet up on my shoulders, as I slowly rubbed the head of my cock up and down her wet pussy. She started slapping my hand. 

"Come on, fuck me."

"You want this cock?"

I grabbed it just under the head and started circling it around her clit. She shuddered and dug her nails into my arm as my cock slid slowly across her wet clit. 

"Oh, my God. Put it in, baby. Fuck me with that big, black cock." 

I eased my rock hard cock into her wet pussy and we simultaneously moaned in ecstasy. The position we were in was perfect because I could look at her pretty green eyes and I could see my stiff tool sliding in and out of her twat, glistening with her wetness. My head was spinning with lust as I picked the brunette beauty up, pinned her against the wall, and continued fucking her like there was no tomorrow. This drove her into a frenzy. 

"Oh fuck oh oh oh oh god yeah fuck me with that cock, yeah slam it onto my fucking pussy oooooooooooooooh god oh god, yeah." 

I squeezed her ass cheeks as I continued to plow into her. Our sweat-drenched foreheads were resting against each other and I could feel her cool breath against my face as I looked deep into her beautiful eyes. Occasionally our lips would touch which sent shiver throughout my body. I began to tire and had to sit down on the bed. Brenda seized this opportunity to squat up and down on my cock. She placed both of her hands on my chest as she rode my cock with reckless abandon. 

"You like that, baby?"

"Oh, yeah, I love it."

"You gonna give me all that hot, creamy cum?"

"Yeah, baby"

"Deep in my pussy?"

"Fuck yeah."

"Come on, Lance. Fill me. Shoot that thick load deep in my pussy."

Brenda's dirty talk and the sight of her pretty, pink pussy lips enveloping my thick rod sent me over the edge. 

"Oh my God, I'm cumming" I moaned as my cock spasmed and jerked inside of Brenda's hot pussy. She bent down and started grinding her clit against my pelvis as she gently nibbled on my neck. She let out a high pitched squeal as I firmly grabbed her ass and the cum raced out of my shaft and into her warm pussy. I could feel her tightening around my cock as she came with me. 

"Fuck that felt good," she said. 

"Incredible," I agreed as we kissed passionately. She rested her head against my shoulder and I ran my hands up and down her back. We stayed in that position for the rest of the night. 

Brenda



Brenda came into my office yesterday morning the way she did every morning. She sashayed her hips through the door as she brought me a cup of coffee in one hand and the day's mail in the other.

"Good morning, Boss." I liked it when she called me Boss. I thought it was cute.

"Good morning, Brenda."

She set the coffee down on my credenza, and put the mail down on my desk. With an elegant motion, she extended her leg behind her, and gently closed the door to my office. I noticed she was wearing a very classic pair of black pumps, with maybe a two-inch heel.

I rolled my leather chair away from my desk. 

"I like the shoes you're wearing today," I told Brenda.

"Thank you," she said, coming around to my side of the desk. "My husband and I went shopping this weekend."

There was a filing cabinet behind my desk. Brenda opened the bottom drawer to the filing cabinet, and took out the red cushion (it was about the size of a throw pillow) that we kept there. 

"You know, Brenda, you actually make me glad it's Monday morning."

She giggled. "Yeah, well, me too," she said with a sly smile. It amazed me how youthful she was!

"Are you sure you're actually over forty?" I asked her as she knelt down on the pillow.

She smiled. "Yep. But that's the thing you've really got to keep secret," she said and winked up at me. Brenda was forty-four, but absolutely did not look it.

Today she was wearing dark hose and a black pencil skirt made from some cotton-like material. The skirt stopped conservatively above her knees; knees which now rested on the red cushion. Brenda was wearing a matching black top, rather tightly fitted, with sleeves ending just past her elbows. She was the first black secretary I had ever had, and her skin was a rich, delicious brown. Her top made a small "v" down her décolletage, but stopped well short of revealing the faintest hint of cleavage.

Richmond was still a conservative city, and the longer I worked with Brenda (the polite way of saying, the longer Brenda worked for me as my secretary), the more I was discovering how conservative and traditional Brenda herself was. Married, grown children, steady job, good work habits, always tastefully attired.

Her hair was very short (only a little longer than mine, really) and processed straight so it looked like a white woman's hair, but very short and fashionable. I reached down and touched her hair, tenderly. "I've been waiting for this since Friday night," I said.

She looked up at me with her large eyes the color of deep chocolate. "T.G.I.M.," she said. "Thank God it's Monday."

Then, like every morning, she began to undo my belt, unzip my fly, open my trousers and reach into my underwear. Today it was gray boxer briefs. I began to stiffen in anticipation, while her hand felt around for its prize, and when she made contact I hardened at an even faster rate. 

Our eyes locked together, and without a further expression, Brenda slipped my cock between her lips. She closed her eyes as she began to feel me with her mouth.

Like all black women, Brenda had full, sensual lips. The sensation was no different than when white girls had given me blow jobs, but the sight of her dusky, plump lips encircling my manhood—often when I would masturbate I would think of just the way her mouth looked, her fat lips sucking my cock. 

"That's very good, Brenda," I said in a hushed tone. Always had to be quiet around the office, lest a co-worker overhear.

Brenda did not respond, just kept up her slow, steady pace. She knew what I liked. She knew how to give it to me.

"Lick my balls, baby," I instructed her. True, the sensation does not do much for me, but the idea of it thrills. The visceral quality of a tongue on an unshaven scrotum, and even better: the sight of my white prick against Brenda's mahogany cheek.

While she licked me, she rubbed my hard cock against her face. Then, she buried her nose in my pubic hair, audibly inhaling my scent. My hands perched on her shoulders, feeling her lithe, black body through the fabric of her top.

She returned my cock to the warmth of her mouth. Brenda had a gift; she could suck my cock comfortably without using any hands, just her lips on my prick, her tight suction and teasing tongue building and building my desire until it would reach a fever pitch. Of course, sometimes she used her hands. Sometimes she played with my balls, or stroked my leg, or, even once, slid a long, dark finger up my anus until I exploded with abandon.

I moved her top aside enough so I could see what type of bra she was wearing. It was black, and I did not recognize it.

"Is the bra new?" I asked.

"Mmm-hmmm," she moaned, mid-suck.

"It looks nice."

"Thank you," she said, but it came out garbled—she did not take her mouth off of my cock.

"Another part of the shopping spree this past weekend?"

She just nodded. Then, as a change of pace, Brenda took her mouth off of my cock, took hold of it in one hand, and preceded to begin a series of long licks, stem to tip and back down again.

"Did your husband buy it for you?" I asked her.

"Yes," she said, and glanced up at me once, quickly.

My hands reached down, finding her breasts through her top. I fondled her at will; I knew that part of this was subconscious, that I wanted to take possession of her, show her I could, but at the same time I also just wanted to play with her sexy chest.

"Take off that top," I said, "I want to see your new bra."

Without getting off of her knees, Brenda crossed her arms in front of her and grabbed hold of the bottom of her top. Careful not to smudge her makeup, Brenda pulled the top up over her head, and dropped it onto my desk.

Her bra was satin, with full cups covering most of Brenda's cleavage. She was about a C-cup. She kept her back straight, letting me look to my content.

"I'll bet he bought you matching panties, too," I said.

Brenda blushed. "He did . . . but I'm not wearing them."

"Oh, why not?"

"Too much fuss today. Too much bother, with the pantyhose."

"You'll have to show me the whole outfit some other time, then."

"I think that could be arranged."

"Your body looks great," I told her.

She smiled. "Would you like me to get back on your dick, now?"

"Yes, please."

Brenda's mouth sunk down on my hard-on again. These morning blow jobs had been going on for ten months now, slightly less time than I had worked there. Our morning routine was down pat; each morning she would bring me coffee, the mail, and then close the door and quietly suck me off. Occasionally, during lulls in the day, I would call her in for an afternoon conference. We had even stayed late together a few times. She was more than ten years older than I, and I had never even dated a black girl, let alone share such physical intimacies. She had been married the whole time, and I believe her husband was blissfully unaware. As I said, Brenda was a very conservative, traditional woman.

I wanted a special treat today.

"Take off your bra. I want to feel your tits."

Brenda paused in her oral ministrations to reach a hand behind her back and undo the clip. I pulled the soft black straps down her toned arms. The cups held on to her breasts for a moment, and then released them. Her tits sagged slightly; they were a good size and weight and thus not immune to the pull of gravity. I put her bra on my desk next to her top.

Her nipples perked up under my palms. The soft flesh of a woman's breasts are always a pleasant surprise—they are so different from our manly experience, this soft tissue, made to give sustenance, to encourage new life. 

I squeezed her breasts gently, and then more firmly. Brenda had large nipples and even larger aureoles, details that I found very sexy, very real. I let my fingertips graze over her black breasts, stopping at her nipples which I lightly plucked. 

"Your nipples are so big, Brenda," I said. "Is it from the cold, or are you excited?"

She took her mouth off of my cock for a moment. "Maybe it's a little of both."

I moaned, enjoying her tease, enjoying her skill as a fellatrix, enjoying the womanly flesh of her chest.

"You look so wonderful; topless, on your knees." I told her that a lot.

She took her mouth off my cock again. "I feel wonderful; topless, on my knees."

"Oh, do it to me, Brenda. Make me feel good."

Her mouth was wet and she was slurping up and down on me. Her head bobbed up and down as she ministered to my need. I leaned forward in my raised position and saw the long expanse of her back. Brenda was so fit, so careful with her diet, the ebony skin of her back and the underlying musculature was a testament to what good care she took of herself.

The sight of her thighs folded under herself, of the bottoms of her heels sticking out behind her—why is it that simply the position of a woman on her knees is so erotic?

"Oh, Brenda, you look so beautiful like this!"

Her dutiful mouth did not even stop to receive the compliment but continued its work, sucking me ever harder and ever faster. My right hand rested itself on the back of her neck, following her in her back-and-forth rhythm. My left hand obscenely squeezed one of Brenda's black titties. Her other one bounced in time with her sucking. I loved touching Brenda's black skin, I loved touching her in her intimate places even more.

"That's right, Brenda. That's so good." I was near my bursting point.

Brenda's only response was to moan lewdly, her mouth stuffed with my meat. "Mmmm," she moaned, "Mmmm," letting me know she was enjoying every inch of my white prick inside her hot, black mouth.

My hands now grasped the sides of her head, but there was no need to force myself in and out of her mouth. Brenda knew my style, and as she felt my hands touch her head she began to suck as hard and fast as she could. The insistent pressure of her lips and the unyielding pace of her sucks were a silent order to me: Finish! Finish! Finish in my mouth!

I gave my black secretary just what she wanted. My hot semen shot out from my cock into her mouth. My cock spasmed again, my whole body shuddered, and then once more, and then a fourth time, each time sending an explosion of sperm into Brenda's mouth.

With amazing resolve, Brenda did not loose her suction for a moment, but eyes shut in concentration, followed the spasms of my orgasms, all the while collecting my seed in her mouth.

As my orgasm subsided, Brenda slid her mouth off of my member. She opened her eyes and looked at me. There was a fire in her glance; I was seeing Brenda as the tigress she was. Carefully, Brenda opened her mouth, revealing the white liquid she had captured and held.

"Oh, yeah," I said.

Still looking at me, the very embodiment of a vixen, Brenda's lips closed together, and she swallowed my come. "Ahhh . . ." she said, smiling broadly, opening to show me that it was:

"All gone!" she said cheerfully

"Well done, Brenda."

"Thanks, Boss."

She stayed there, perched on her knees on the red cushion, letting me look at her body, naked to the waist, while I lolled in post-orgasmic stupor. She leaned forward, gave a quick farewell suck to my cock, then stood up and reached for her satiny bra. She pulled the straps up her arm, set her breasts preliminarily in the cups, and then reached around her back, fixing it together.

"That was so good," I said.

"I'm glad you liked it. It felt like a little more than usual."

"That's possible. I didn't come since Saturday with my girlfriend. So you had all of Sunday stored up there as well."

She laughed. "You just like to work me extra hard, I know. Very, very naughty, Boss."

"I hope it wasn't too much to take."

"Honey," she said, "you know this black bitch loves all the hot load she can get out of that white prick of yours."

"You better watch the way you talk to me, or I might need you to suck me off again."

"I wouldn't mind," she said playfully. She pulled on her top and patted down her clothes, making sure she was neat. I could see the gold band of her wedding ring, and the diamond in the setting.

"Come here a second," I said. Brenda walked over to me. "Turn around." She turned, her ass just inches from my face. I reached up and squeezed her ass through her clothes, then began stroking down her hose-covered legs.

"You better watch out," Brenda said. "Keep touching me like that and you really are going to need my help again."

"What would our coworkers think?" I asked rhetorically, continuing to her explore her strong legs and her sexy dark pantyhose.

"They'd think you're fucking your married, black secretary. And they'd be right."

"What are you doing for lunch today?"

"I think we both know what I'm doing for lunch today."

"I think you're right."

With two quick pats on her bottom I was done, and Brenda began striding to the door. I quickly tucked my cock back into my pants and zipped up again. It was difficult; she had already gotten me hard again. Ah, the joys of youth.

"Anything else?" Brenda asked at the door.

"Yes, could you photocopy the Dent file and distribute a copy to Candace and one to Daniel. And there's a file saved on the U:/ drive in the Singley folder with today's date on it—it's a fax, could you make sure that gets sent out?"

"No problem," Brenda said. She opened the door to my office and went out, leaving the door open. Another week had begun.



Brenda



Dave Powers knew that he was in for an unpleasant experience. He had been scheduled for a physical exam for a new job he would be starting in a few days. The paper the Human Resources people had given him said he was to report to the Central Medical Clinic at 9:00 on Tuesday morning. His appointment was with B. Johnson, N.P. Dave had always disliked physicals because they exposed his most closely guarded secret. 

Brenda Johnson, however, loved physical exams. She had worked as a Nurse Practitioner at the Clinic for seven years. She had conducted hundreds of exams during that time. The Central Clinic had a contract with several employers at the Port, as well as with 2 large construction companies. 90 percent of the patients were men having pre-employment physicals. But Brenda didn't mind. It gave her a chance to have some fun at male expense. She enjoyed having a naked man under her full control. 

On the appointed Tuesday, Dave arrived at the Clinic at 8:45. Even though he had just taken a shower, he was already sweating nervously. The receptionist took his paper work and told him to take a seat in the waiting area. About ten minutes later he heard his name called. He looked up and saw an attractive black woman standing by an open door. She was about 30 and was wearing green scrubs like they do in operating rooms. She motioned toward Dave and he followed her into the Clinic.

The woman led Dave into an examination room and closed the door. She introduced herself as Brenda Johnson and said she was a Nurse Practioner. And she would be doing Dave's exam. This news almost paralyzed Dave with fear. He knew that in just a few minutes this good-looking woman would learn the secret he had spent his whole life trying to hide. Dave Powers' penis was very small. In fact, it was downright tiny. It was about one inch when soft, and only three and a half when hard. 

Brenda told Dave it was time to get started and asked him to remove all of his clothes except for his undershorts. As Dave began to slowly undress, Brenda looked over his chart. He was 28, single, and had never had any serious health problems. Brenda looked up as Dave finished undressing and noticed that he was tall and looked to be in good shape. She knew that she would enjoy this exam.

Dave finished and stood there in just his boxers. Brenda smiled at him and asked him to sit on the end of the exam table. She began by drawing a small blood sample from Dave's arm. She then took his temperature and blood pressure. She looked into his ears and listened to his heart and lungs. As she worked, Dave noticed how good she smelled and how really beautiful she was. She was about 5'2" and had a spectacular coffee colored complexion. 

Brenda shook him out of his daydreams by asking him to get off the table and stand up. Brenda then sat down on a stool right in front of Dave and instructed him to remove his shorts. Dave's moment of truth had arrived. Reluctantly he slipped off his boxers as he looked right at Brenda's face. As Dave's tiny penis came into view, Brenda slowly smiled and thought that this would indeed be a memorable physical exam.

Brenda held back her laughter as she noticed the contrast between Dave's tall, muscular body and his tiny, baby-like penis. She had seen hundreds of naked men but none had been this small. She planned to enjoy this situation. What a story she would have to tell her girlfriends at the next Friday Night get together.

Brenda began the next phase of the exam by telling Dave that his company required a urine sample for a drug test. Because of previous instances of cheating on the test, he would have to produce the sample as she watched. Dave was stunned by this news, as she handed him a large specimen cup. Brenda was still sitting right in front of him and seemed to be enjoying his predicament. He reluctantly took the cup and held it up to his shrunken pecker. He wasn't sure he could produce any urine with this hot chick staring right at him.

It looked to Brenda like Dave's penis had gotten even smaller as she had handed him the specimen cup. She figured it was less than an inch long. And very thin. Even his balls had shrunk up into his abdomen. She was reminded of changing diapers on her nephew. After a couple of minutes Dave was able to produce enough urine for a sample. Brenda smiled at him, took the cup, and told him to lay on his back on the exam table.

Brenda decided to make Dave's humiliation complete. She pulled out the stirrups on the exam table and asked him to put his feet in them. Dave couldn't believe his ears. He was soon completely spread out on the table. His shriveled genitals were on total display. Brenda smiled at Dave and stepped between his legs at the end of the exam table. She began a very thorough exam of his penis and testicles. The contrast between her long, dark fingers and Dave's tiny white dick was startling. 

Brenda was enjoying herself. She felt in complete control. And she was amazed at how small Dave's genitals felt in her trained hands. She began to wonder if he was capable of getting an erection, and if so, how big it would be. She finished her examination of his balls and told Dave that they were almost done. All that was left was a prostate check. Dave's spirits sunk even further at this news.

It's all in the name of science, Brenda thought to herself, as put some lubricant on the middle finger of her right hand. She decided she needed to see how big Dave's teenie weenie got when it was hard. She moved back between his legs and slowly inserted her long, slim finger into his asshole. She placed her left hand on Dave's abdomen so that her thumb was just touching his shrunken balls. Brenda soon felt his prostate gland and began to gently massage it. To his mortification, Dave's dick started to get hard. He tried with all his will power to stop it, but Brenda's finger in his ass soon gave him a raging hard-on.

Not even a 4 incher, was Brenda's estimate. She grinned at Dave and made sure he knew who was in charge of the situation. "Oops, looks like I woke up the little guy. Now, don't be embarrassed. It happens all the time," she said. Only when it happened before the cock was never a mini.

Brenda continued to massage his prostate with her slender finger. Dave began to feel a stirring and knew he was about to come. Brenda felt something too as his balls began to contract even further. A few seconds later Dave shot a good sized load of cum all over his stomach and chest. Brenda laughed in astonishment and told him not to worry. "It's perfectly normal. And now we know that everything is working fine," she said.

With a huge grin on her face, Brenda removed her finger from Dave's ass and went over to the sink to wash her hands. She grabbed a couple of towels and handed them to Dave. She told him that he could get dressed now and that his physical exam showed no problems. Brenda then left the room and went back to her office to finish the paperwork. Dave was in a state of shock but he managed to clean up and get dressed. He got out of the clinic as fast as he could.

Friday night found Brenda having a few drinks with her girlfriends at a local tavern. Brenda was the hit of the evening with her story of the guy with the baby's penis. Her friends were rolling on the floor by the time she finished. Meanwhile Dave was lying naked on his bed with his tiny boner in his hand. Just thinking about Brenda's beautiful finger up his ass had him coming in only a few strokes.



Brenda



It had always been a fantasy of mine at various times in my life ever since I was growing up at home forty plus years ago, but I never once dreamt that it would ever amount to anything. The thought of it was immensely exciting but actually doing it? – well that was something completely different. 

What I didn't realise that all my fantasies, desires, concerns were mirrored by my sister Brenda with whom I'd been very close since we were young. We had grown up together in a 'normal' family environment with loving parents in a reasonable size town in middle England.

Brenda was born three years after me and ever since she appeared I had this sense of duty to look after her as best I could, through school and formative years, a feeling which continued for many years until we both married our respective partners. Even then it didn't disappear completely and we remained in close contact, and good friends with each others' spouses, to this day.

The incident that changed everything happened about a year ago just after I'd turned forty two. Jay, my wife, was on a long holiday visiting her relatives in the Philippines and, being at a loose end one Friday having finished work early, I dropped in to see Bren as I called her, and her husband Tony. 

I rang the bell a couple of times and waited and was just going to walk away when the door opened as if by itself. I stepped inside and as the door closed a gasp made me turn round to receive the shock of my life. There was Bren with a look of horror on her face and her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. She was dressed in a short black see through baby doll nighty, black suspenders and stockings, high heeled black shoes and very obviously nothing else!

It was my turn to gasp!

'Oh God!' she gasped, 'Oh my good God!' 'I thought you were Tony!'

Not usually lost for words I was speechless and settled for drinking in the sight in front of me. She had made no attempt to cover herself and her near nakedness remained on full view. Over the years we had both put on a little weight and she was now what I would describe as a voluptuous woman, one where all the curves are in the right places and a couple of extras besides. 

'Jesus Bren, I'm so sorry,' I mumbled reluctant to tear my gaze from her body, 'I'll just go. Looks as if you've got more important things lined up than me.'

I was just reaching for the door when her phone rang in the lounge.

Although she was very flustered she asked me to hang on while she dashed to answer it and I stood in the hall visualising what I had just seen. The sight of her bum as she walked away was further stimulation and I became aware that I was stiffening in my trousers.

Although I could only hear her side of the conversation I could tell from the disappointment in her voice that it was not good news which gradually got worse as it continued

'...but you should be here....that's not fair you should be here with me.....another two weeks? Tony that'll be over two months you'll have been away!... yes I know it's your job but I think they're taking the piss....can't they send someone else?....it's not fair....it's not fair....I really miss you you know.... yes I do but it's not the same....I hate it when you're not here...'

I could hear the distress building up in her voice and the tears approaching and she suddenly lowered voice. I crept closer to the open door.

'....yes I know but it's you I want not a piece of plastic... but my fingers are still not you!...' by now she was crying softly,'....I know, I'm sorry, I'm just so disappointed....I'd been planning today for so long....alright.....I'm sorry.....will you ring me later?.....I love you too....please come home as soon as you can....yes OK I will....love you and I really really miss you....bye.'

I stood by the door unsure as to whether to leave or not but the sound of her crying decided for me and I went into the lounge. She was seated on the edge of the settee and looked up at me with teary eyes and my heart went out to her. I sat beside her and gently pulled her towards me and as her head rested against my shoulder the floodgates opened.

I held her close and between the sobs gathered that Tony had been dispatched with no notice to the States having just returned to his office following a six week stint in Africa. There was an emergency and he had been booked on the next plane and had not even had time to come home for fresh clothes or a shower.

I comforted her for a long time occasionally gently kissing her hair or forehead until she calmed herself, but couldn't help noticing as I looked over her shoulder her panties on the arm of the settee. Like the rest of her outfit they were black but they also looked quite damp. 

In all the time I was holding her my emotions were very mixed. Clearly the call had upset her to the extent that she had forgotten her state of undress and the feelings I was experiencing holding her near naked flesh were at odds with the comfort I was trying to provide. On the one hand she was warm and very cuddly and exciting but on the other she was clearly distressed and needing my support.

Her sobs gradually died down but we stayed huddled together for a little while. I pulled back a little and softly kissed her forehead.

'Feel any better now?'

She nodded slowly.

'Sorry about that but I really had been looking forward to seeing him so much.'

Her eyes started filling up again and I gently pulled her back against me. She was crying again on my shoulder but softly now as if the main frustration had gone and she was just feeling very sad. Over the next 10 minutes or so she tearfully told me about his job 'his fucking job' as she put it and the effect it was having on their lives. She went on about how she missed him when he was not there, which was quite frequently these days, and how she always arranged herself for immediate sex whenever he returned and had been puzzled when I had knocked on the door as he would have let himself in with a key. 

'I was so high he would only have had to touch me and I'd've cum.' she murmured into my ear.

'Hey Bren,' I said quietly, 'too much information!'

She pulled back and looked at me.

'Oh come on! We grew up together remember?'

I looked at her quizzically but with a reddening face. 'What do you mean?'

'I know you used to watch me playing with myself in the bathroom sometimes.' It was a statement not an accusation. 'and I think you knew I used to look at you doing the same from time to time.'

I honestly didn't know what to say but I didn't have to. My burning face said it for me.

'I....I...' I stammered.

'Oh don't worry, it was all part of growing up,' she nestled her head back on my shoulder, 'and very exciting at the time as I recall. Both watching and knowing you're being watched.'

She put her arms round my back and mine once more encircled her.

'Do you ever think of those times now?' she asked.

You don't know how much I thought to myself. Those memories and my ever active imagination were regular masturbation scenarios, even though my sex life at home was pretty good.

'Well..ocassionally.' I answered.

'I do' she said, 'especially when Tony's away and I'm finding it difficult to get off. All I have to do is go back to that bathroom and keyhole and....well just let's say it works every time.'

Her candour and openness and the general tone of the conversation were having an effect and I was glad she was not able to look down and see the bulge in my trousers. I was so rigid it almost hurt. We cuddled a little longer each silent with our thoughts and memories and me in particular wondering where this was going. I could not get up without her seeing my excitement so I stayed where I was and fought a losing mental battle with myself willing it to go down. It just wouldn't.

She altered her position slightly.

'Did you ever wonder what it would be like to feel me or taste me?' she said very softly.

'Bren,' I said sternly, 'we shouldn't be having this conversation!'

She pulled back and looked me in the eye. 'Did you?' she insisted.

I could see she was looking for an answer and I knew the one she was after.

I nodded gently.

'Good,' she said nestling back against me, 'I often wondered about you.'

This took my breath away. 'What do you mean?' I asked, knowing full well what she was talking about.

'Holding you, rubbing you, putting it into my mouth, watching you cum on my arm or breasts. Perhaps even tasting it.'

'Oh my God Bren, we shouldn't be talking like this.'

I felt her arm leave me then her hand was gently feeling me through my trousers. I twitched at her touch and, but for a supreme effort on my part, it could all have ended there. It didn't but her gentle caressing was causing me problems.

'You're in the same state as I am.' she murmured, her voice little more than a whisper. 'Would you feel me now?'

I pulled back a little.

'Look Bren this has gone way too far. You're my sister and we cannot do this.'

She pulled back and looked at me her face inches from mine and her arms still round my neck.

'Please!' she whispered 'I so need some else to be involved. I'm fed up just bringing myself off and having no-one to share. Besides, I've often wondered over the years what it would have been like to have been with you.'

She was looking me straight in the eye then slowly lent forward and pressed her lips against mine. This was not a fraternal kiss, it was a long deep passionate one with her tongue probing to find mine. At the same time she took my arms from around her and placed my hands on her breasts – her full and heavy breasts with her large erect nipples. I gasped into her mouth as she did this but she held them firmly against her and moaned softly as I began to caress her gently. Her arms went back round my neck as I instinctively played with her nipples making them even harder and stroked the fullness of her bosom. The feel of the flimsy material between us heightened the sensation and my hands slid smoothly over and around each breast causing her breathing to get faster and shallower.

I pulled back and looked at her.

'Are you sure about this?'

Her response was to pull me back to her mouth and continue what I had interrupted. After a little while she pulled away and put her head back on my shoulder. Her lips were close to my ear.

'Touch me,' she whispered, 'please touch me.' 

It was a plea but one I was unable to respond to until she removed one of my hands from her chest and pushed it down her body.

'Are you really sure?' I whispered back. She nodded quickly.

'I need you to very much. Please?'

I slowly pushed my hand over her stomach and as I reached the top of her pubic hair I felt her shift her position slightly and open her legs. I continued my journey downwards and felt her wetness as I went between her thighs and heard her groan softly as I pushed easily between her lower lips.

'Go inside.' This was barely audible.

I did as she asked and felt her liquid warmth. Without question this was one of the most sexually exciting things that had ever happened to me and I knew it was far from over. She pulled away from me as her head went back and her eyes closed.

'Oh yes!' It was more of a strangled murmur than anything. 'Rub me. Please rub me.'

I pulled back slightly and brought my finger forward until I felt her aroused clitoris hiding under its' hood. I began massaging it gently; painfully aware of the effect it was having on her. Her eyes were shut and her lips drawn back to show her clenched teeth and her breath was coming in short sharp gasps.

'Harder!' she grunted so I increased the speed and pressure slightly and watched as her mouth opened wide. She was shaking gently and her hips were twitching in time with my movement.

'Oh God Yes!!!' she moaned loudly and fell against me shuddering violently as her orgasm took her. For a few seconds she stopped breathing then it came in great coughing gasps. I held her tightly with my other arm while my finger stilled and just rested against her now very wet vagina. She convulsed gently several times then lay still against me. Her breathing was still heavy and fast but gradually slowed until it was almost normal. She pulled back and looked me in the eye but a lot more softly now as if all the tension and build up and subsequent release had emptied her body of the urgency she had felt.

'Thank you,' she said softly and simply, 'you've no idea just how much I needed that.' then put her head back on my shoulder. I held her for a while painfully conscious of my own excitement and needs and thinking just how much I would relive it in my empty bed that night. After a few minutes I made some noises about having to go.

'Oh no you don't,' she said, 'not in that condition.'

'What do you mean?'

'You did it for me now let me do it for you.'

'Oh No! No way!' I protested.

'You just sorted out my needs.....'

'Yes' I interrupted, 'and that's a lot lot further than it should have gone.'

'I want to David, please don't stop me.' This was accompanied by her fumbling with my belt trying to release it. I gently pushed her hands away but she persisted.

'Look Bren, if we go any further it will make it all the more difficult to stop after that.'

She pulled back and just looked at me for a couple of seconds.

'Good!' she breathed and once more I felt her lips lock against mine. Her hands were trying to undo my belt again but not very successfully. Suddenly she grasped my penis through my trousers and started caressing it.

'Look you need it as much as I did. Now we can either do it inside your trousers and make a mess or you can take them down and I'll do it out here into some tissues. I would like to see you again as well.' She added.

Her manipulations were taking me dangerously close to a mess so I had little choice.

'Ok! Ok!' I said and took her hand away. 'Are you sure you want to do this?'

She nodded and I stood up to undo and lower my trousers and pants. This was not an easy as I was sticking out like a miniature flagpole and I had to lift the band of the pants away from me to clear it. The end was wet and there was a large wet patch in my underwear testifying to my excitement. As it came into view she gasped slightly then moaned her appreciation. I'm not particularly large by any means but at that moment I felt as if I was the greatest stud on earth! I sat down again beside her

While I was doing this she had laid back on the settee and one of her hands was now busy where my fingers had been earlier while the other was gently caressing her breast. She suddenly put both hands there and pulled herself wide open.

'Look David. Look at me. You've never seen me this close have you.' She manipulated her labia with her fingers occasionally sliding them up the wet pink opening between. 'Have a close look David.' She breathed, 'look at what you've done to me. Is it nice?'

More that the sight, the thing that hit me most was the aroma of her excitement, that warm slightly musky fragrance that is said to be for men, the most powerful perfume on earth. I just sat there mesmerised by the sheer pleasure overload, gently massaging my penis. I knew I wouldn't be able to last for long and looked up to see her looking intently at my face.

'Oh Bren we really shouldn't be doing this.' I said softly but any feelings of guilt or restraint were blown away by the sight of my sister holding herself wide open and mentally urging me to my climax.

'Are you close?' 

I nodded.

'Stand up,' she said, 'and let me do that.'

I felt her pull my hand off my cock and replace it with her own. Although physically it felt no different to my wife when she did it, this felt like an electric shock going through me knowing who it was that was now caressing me.

'Oh God Bren!' I gasped and again she urged me to stand up. I did and her movements increased until she was masturbating me enthusiastically. I steadied my hands on her shoulders and bent over her as I felt the moment coming and then there it was. She held me close and pointed me at her chest as I shot several jets of sperm onto her scantily covered breasts. The contrast between the white of my spunk and the black of her nighty added to the excitement and my knees nearly buckled as I emptied myself onto her.

I flopped down beside her on the settee as I finished, utterly spent but with my penis still twitching involuntarily. Brenda was looking at her front then surprised me by smoothing the sperm all over her breasts and nipples which were as proud as I could ever remember seeing them, even when I used to spy on her playing with them all those years ago. When she seemed satisfied with the result and the garment was stuck to her body she stood up and slowly peeled it off.

'A bit sticky.' She muttered.

Even though I had just cum the sight of my sister, my mature full bodied sister, standing there near naked with her breasts glistening and her neatly trimmed pubis framed by her stockings and suspenders, kept me aroused and appreciative. She sat down again beside me and, taking my now not so rigid penis in her hand, looked at me and said softly 'Thank you.' That was all. 

She looked at what she was holding and I flinched as she wiped her finger carefully over the end to collect the last remaining drop of sperm which always seems to follow an ejaculation and which can't quite make it out with the rest. She held her finger up and examined it for a minute before smelling it then popping it into her mouth. My eyes widened as she did and I could see her tongue working to clean it off.

'Mmm...' she said, 'I love the taste and had always wondered what yours would be like.'

'For gods sake Bren!' I murmured, wiped out from the whole experience in complete contrast to her. She looked relaxed and radiant and comfortable and clearly the whole event had been just what she had needed.

'Aren't you going to dry yourself?' I asked looking at her breasts – which wasn't difficult. She looked down at them.

'You're supposed to let it dry and leave it to wear off. ' she responded matter-of-factly. I looked at her.

'It helps keep them firm ...well, according to a couple of magazines anyway, something to do with the protein. Tony makes a regular contribution...when he's here.' She looked up at me with a little sad smile as she said this.

'Look, I'd better go.' I said as I made to get up. Immediately her face looked crestfallen and she asked me urgently not to go.

'Please David, not just yet. Please stay for a little longer.' She put her hand over mine. 'Please.' 

'Stay and have a coffee with me,' she pleaded, 'I really need you to stay for a little while. Please?'

'Alright, but just a coffee and can we get ourselves a bit more decent?'

'OK.' She said and, jumping up quickly, picked up her nighty and hurried out of the room.

I sat for a few seconds just trying to take in everything that had happened then stood up and 'adjusted my dress' as they say. I really didn't want to stay but having said I would, I had no option. I heard her coming down the stairs so sat down again. She looked into the room and she was now wearing a dressing gown.

'I'll just put the coffee on,' she said cheerily, 'and I think we'd better open a window. There's a distinct aroma in here!' There was a sly smile as she said it.

I could hear her activity in the kitchen and went out slowly to join her.

'Look Bren, I really don't think I ought to stay.'

Her back was to me and her shoulders slumped as she heard the words.

'You promised David, you promised.' was all she said softly.

'OK. OK., but a quick cup then I must go.'

She nodded.

The next fifteen minutes or so were decidedly uncomfortable – for me at least. She seemed relaxed about the whole thing and kept trying to persuade me that we hadn't really done anything wrong. There was no embarrassment or regret and she seemed to take the whole thing quite lightly. One thing was clear, she was definitely in a much better frame of mind than when I had arrived. 




Brenda



As I stood up to leave she stood as well and pulled me to her. Her head went into my shoulder as she cuddled me and it felt right to put my arms around her and hold her tight. We stood in silence for a few seconds before she whispered 'Thank you' into my ear. I murmured something about it shouldn't have happened but was silenced by her pressing her lips to mine.

'Shhh' she said gently, 'I enjoyed it and I think you did as well.'

'Nonetheless.....'

'Just think of it in bed tonight....I know I will.' She interrupted.



Brenda!!!



This is a story about Brenda, (not her real name). Most of it is factual, but some is purely fiction; I'll leave it up to you to decide which is which.

Chapter 1

Brenda came to my attention about 25 years ago. Her sister, (Marilyn), worked for me in our restaurant as counter staff and she was an amazing worker. She was 16 when she started, (high-school student), working weekends and during the summers. Aside from her ability, she was one of the most striking young women I had ever met; Strawberry blond, about 5'2", maybe 105lbs, but built like a centerfold model. She had, (what I considered to be), abnormally large breasts for someone so tiny, (maybe D cup), but they were amazingly firm. How do I know this? I saw her in a T-shirt several times, (not while she was working), and it was obvious she didn't always wear a bra. Her breasts stood proud and firm with no sag, (considering their size), at all. 

Marylyn also had the personality to go with her ability and beauty, and a smile that would melt a hardened convict's heart. Needless to say she had her pick of suitors but she was focused on her career goals and after high school she went on to university to study medicine. She returned to our home town several years later with her new husband, also a doctor, where they set-up a family practice and have been here since. But I digress . . .

Neither Marilyn, nor Brenda had a good home life. Their father was a total ass; a drunk, violent and demanding of his daughters. Marilyn at time was submissive and quiet, but Brenda was a little spark plug. Her fire- red hair lent others to know she was a fighter and while only 14, she was already rebelling against her parents, (I always wondered why). Her mother did little, if anything, to calm the home situation and for some reason, my wife had befriended her. Certainly we needed a baby-sitter we could count on and trust, and I guess my wife just took to her and her situation; my wife's father was a drunk as well, but that's another story. 

She began sitting for our two boys and after a year or so, she began spending the night if we got home too late. Both my boys loved her, and she even began helping around the house. I didn't understand why she never seemed to want to go home, and it was a little later when I found out more about her father. I couldn't say for sure, (at the time), but I had thought he was abusing her, (and Marilyn, for that matter), but I found out for sure one day when Brenda came to our house, obviously distressed and sporting a major bruise and welt on her left cheek. It was clear her father had hit her and I found out it wasn't the first time. 

We told her to go home, (when her father wasn't there), and get some clothes, let her mother know what was going on, and she could stay with us for a few days ─ until things cooled down. Well, they didn't cool down at all. Brenda's father came to our place looking for her. Looking? More like demanding his daughter back like she was a borrowed tool or something. He was obviously drunk and he took a swing at me when I wouldn't let him past me and into the house. I just pushed him down, off the back deck and called the police. I charged him with assault and they charged him with drunk driving, creating a disturbance and a host of other charges ─ he was well known to the local constabulary. 

A week or so passed and this time he came into the restaurant, drunk and calling me out. He was extremely vulgar and accused me, (in the middle of a crowded restaurant), of having sex with his then 15 year old daughter. I called the police again but he took another swing at me before they arrived. I lost it. I pounded him mercilessly for about a minute. When the police arrived they didn't even look at me. They arrested him and took him away, kicking and screaming. 

During the time leading up to his trial he was telling everyone, (who would listen), that we stole his daughter and he was going to "get me" for it. There was a startling revelation which came out — he was, in fact, not only physically abusing his daughters, but sexually abusing them as well. Marilyn first, and when she finally began to resist he turned on Brenda. This amounted to yet more charges against him and to make a long story short, he was sentenced to 6 years for Assault, (on me), Sexual Battery and Sexual Interference on Marilyn and Brenda, and I forget the rest — too bad it wasn't more. Funny thing about 'justice'; it comes in many forms. While in prison, it came to light about him and his past with his two daughters. I understand he spent several weeks, several times, in the infirmary healing from the merciless beatings he took for raping his little girls. It seems even cons have a code, and some things are taboo.

Chapter 2

So it went for the next few years. Brenda had become part of our family and I became her pseudo father. It was great for all of us; we got a live-in baby sitter, Brenda had a safe and loving place to live and with coaching and urging, she even did a lot better in school. She even got her driver's license and my wife let her use her car from time to time. We threw her a major birthday party for her 18th birthday and I was beginning to 'notice' her; she was changing, growing, maturing into a woman. My home life seemed idyllic, but that was only on the surface. I learned why my wife wanted an easily accessed baby sitter ─ she was out screwing around. 

I had long suspected her of extra marital activity, but when I found out for sure I was devastated. We finally had it out and she took-off to be with her new, police officer boy-friend. If not for Brenda I don't know what I would have done. She looked after the boys while I worked and as I became more and more depressed, she did more and more to make a normal home life. Occasionally, my wife would return to visit the boys, but no matter how much pleading and crying they did, she wouldn't come back to stay; not that I wanted her to; she was dead to me. 

I had lost myself in my business; working 14 to 16 hours each day but managing to spend the entire day on Sunday with my boys and Brenda. We did all the usual stuff single fathers do with their kids: went to the stock car races, movies and went swimming. It was on one of these swimming days I noticed Brenda for the first time; again. She had developed into a beautiful young woman. Maybe it was her bikini but she was suddenly developing a body, and what a body it was becoming. I had noticed her before, but not like this.

I was amazed at how she had filled-out her bikini and her milky white skin was absolutely perfect; not a blemish anywhere to be seen — with that bikini there was a lot to be seen. I remember I struggled for the rest of the day, (and for some time after), to put any thoughts of a sexual nature out of my mind ... not an easy task. It wasn't that I had become a hermit after my wife left; I had had several sexual encounters over the previous 3 years, but there was something about Brenda. Maybe it was the way she was with the boys, or maybe it was something else; I couldn't put my finger on it, but I couldn't stop thinking about her. 

One day, while carrying supplies from the local wholesaler, I hurt my back. I spent a few days in the hospital and Brenda took time-off from school to look after the boys. I hated that because she was doing so well in school, but as soon as I got home again I made sure she got caught-up on all her school work. Then it happened. 

I had fallen asleep on the couch and I awoke when an urge hit me and I headed for the bathroom. I just opened the door and walked in. There was Brenda, just out of the shower and totally naked. I think I actually gasped when I saw her. About six months had passed since my revelation about her on the beach, but I had never in my wildest fantasies had expected this. She just stood there and looked at me going over her every curve. Her breasts were absolutely perfect in every way ─ slightly turned-up with smallish areolas and pert little nipples sticking out, (I guess the bathroom air was colder than the shower). Her waist was narrow, her stomach flat and tight and her pubic hair, which was as flaming red as the hair on her head, looked delicate and wispy and formed a perfect little triangle. 

It seemed like twenty minutes had passed, but I'm sure it was only a few second when she finally spoke; "Sorry, Ted, I'll be out in a minute." As I backed out, she made no attempt to grab a towel to cover herself and didn't seemed embarrassed in the least ─ I was embarrassed enough for us both. Again I tried to put it all out of my mind, but I just couldn't; my raging erection made sure of that. Later, she acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened and I took it as that was exactly what she wanted.

About 6 months later I threw my back out again but this time I managed to make it home. Brenda had taken the boys shopping for groceries so the house was empty when I got home. I crawled into the Jacuzzi in my bathroom and just soaked for about twenty minutes when I heard noises coming from down the hall. Brenda and the kids were home. Brenda came into the bed room and since I left the bathroom door open, she saw me in the tub. Of course I had nothing close to try to cover myself. 

She walked right over to me and asked if everything was OK. I told her about hurting my back again and she immediately passed me a towel and told me to get out of the tub. She took my hand and helped me to the bed. She told me to lie down and she went back to the bathroom to get some liniment the doctor had told me to pick-up the last time my back went out. She went past the bed to the door and told my boys she was going to help me with something and closed and locked the door! She helped me remove the towel and I lay face-down on the bed ─ totally naked. I think I was in too much pain to be embarrassed about it, but that soon changed.

Brenda squeezed out some liniment onto my lower back and began to rub it in. Slowly, she made straight strokes from my lower back up to about mid shoulder, curved around my rib cage then back down to begin to motion again. She then went from side to side, back to up and down for what seemed like an hour. The heat and medication of the liniment began to work and I felt the pain begin to subside. Before I know it I was beginning to relax and enjoy it ─ then I started to enjoy it too much. I felt an erection beginning to build because all I could think about was the vision of Brenda coming out of the shower and how wonderful her soft and delicate touch felt; I gave thanks I was laying face down. 

My erection soon became uncomfortable and I had to adjust myself. Brenda must have felt this was becoming "difficult" for me, (I think), and told me if I felt pain again she would rub me down again. She got off the bed and started towards the door when I said to her; "Thanks, Brenda, that felt wonderful." She just turned, smiled and said; "If you need more help, with anything, just let me now." She then unlocked the door, slowly walked out and closed the door behind her.

What did she mean by, "with anything."? Did I need more attention for my back, or did I need more 'attention'???? I knew she was aware she had gotten me aroused and gave me a raging hard on, but did she mean it as I was fantasizing, or was it purely innocent and he way of helping me with my bad back? My mind was on fire and my hard-on hadn't subsided at all. I wrapped my hand around it and began to stroke it. Soon my tempo increased and before I knew it, I was launching a veritable geyser. The first shot caught me on the chin; the second one hit my neck and the third and fourth landed on my chest and stomach. Finally, the eruptions eased off and I was left with a mess to clean-up. 

Then, without any warning at all, Brenda opened the door to tell me she was going to order pizza for dinner. She saw me, completely naked, completely covered with spunk and completely red-faced still holding on to my still swollen dick. She just smiled and said; "I told you I'd help you if you wanted me to." While I lay there, somewhat dumbfounded and totally embarrassed, she closed and locked the door, walked into the bathroom, wet a face cloth and brought it over to the bed. I was totally speechless when she began to wash off the load I had covered myself with. Some of it got on her finger and she simply raised it to her mouth and licked it off. She looked at me, smiled and said; "Mmmm; tasty."

Chapter 3

The next several minutes were a blur, but I do remember getting hard again as she cleaned me off. Within a few minutes I was clean and she dried my off with the towel which was on the bed next to me. She took hold of my raging cock and said; "I think you need more help." Her hand barely encircled the girth and she began to stroke it; not just jerking it up and down, but ... it was as if she was in love with it. She fondled it, slowly caressing it and lightly running her fingers up and down my shaft and scraping her fingernails lightly over its entire length. I was rapidly running out of time to continue enjoying her touch. She kept this up until, sensing my impending climax, she began to stroke more deliberately. I guess I didn't leave too much to her imagination as I raised my hips up to meet her down stroke and she was directly over my cock when I exploded; and 'exploded' is the correct word. 

The first eruption hit her directly in the forehead and she jerked her head back, but not before the second one caught her in the neck. She came out with a girlish giggle and kept on stroking ... no, milking me dry. I continued to spurt and before long there was a major puddle around her fist as she held onto my cock. I couldn't believe I had cum so violently or how much I came; I really don't think I had ever cum so much in my life. 

Finally, my erection began to subside and I was just relishing in the feeling of a second, earth shattering orgasm within 5 minutes. It was the first time I had been jacked-off and I had never experienced anything so erotic or sensual. I told Brenda that, she just smiled, bent over and kissed me deeply on the mouth and told me she had wanted to do that for years. Obviously, she was much more sexually experienced that I had thought. She cleaned herself up and came back to the bed and cleaned me up again. I was sitting up by this time and she sat next to me, put her arms around me and told me she loved me and gave me one of the most passionate kisses I had ever felt! I couldn't believe this but, then again, I couldn't believe anything that had happened over the past 20 minutes or so.

When the pizza arrived we all sat in the family room and watched cartoons with the kids. Brenda would look over at me and smile and it was pretty hard not to smile back ─ I couldn't believe it, but I was getting hard again and my growing erection made it hard to hide what I was feeling. After eating, Brenda slid over next to me on the couch and simply leaned against my shoulder. I had to fight the urge to put my arm around her and pull her tighter to me, but with the boys there I had to try to calm myself. When the cartoons were over, Billy, my oldest son, (who was now 10), wanted to go out to the new pool we had just had installed the previous week. It was an expensive new toy, but I thought the boys deserved it, and so did I. I thought it was a good idea and suggested we all should go out for a dip. Secretly, I thought only of Brenda but thought it would be a good way to cool down and relax my raging libido; boy was I stupid ─ about the cooling down part.

By this time, my back was completely relaxed again, so the boys and I changed quickly into our swim trunks and both my sons and I ran out first and dove straight into the pool and we were all splashing around when Brenda stepped out onto the deck. My heart almost stopped. There wasn't a sound to be heard. There were no birds chirping, (even though we lived only a few meters from the woods), none of my children's laughter, none of their splashing around in the pool, none of the chattering of the squirrels in the trees; just complete silence save the deafening pounding of my heart in my ears as my entire essence was drawn to her. She wore a new bikini which didn't leave much to the imagination ─ even though I didn't have to imagine too much. 

Her top was cut quite low and showed her ample breasts which formed a literal cavern of cleavage. Her nipples stood out, proud and hard against the flimsy fabric and as she walked across the deck to the stairs, they jiggled just enough to give me a raging hard-on again. As she descended the 6 steps from the deck down to the pool's deck, they jiggled even more. With each carefully placed step, they gave just enough movement to make your eyes become glued to them. Her waist was taught and her bikini bottom covered just enough to be modest, (which I earlier discovered she wasn't). 

As she walked around the pool to get to the shallow end, she passed me with a smile and a wink, (the little vixen), and I watched her beautiful ass slip from side to side as she moved past me . . . NO!, she slithered past me. I was certainly glad I was chest deep in deep end of the pool holding on to the side, because it would have been very difficult to explain the huge tent in my swim shorts. Brenda slipped in the pool at the far end and swam underwater right up to me and brushed her body against my raging hard-on as she surfaced. I almost came right there in the pool. She had me and the little scamp knew it.

After playing the pool for a while, the evening began to cool-off and as it was getting late. I urged the boys to head in and wash-up before bed. Brenda and I sat on the edge of the pool. All I heard was the sweetest voice I had ever encountered. She looked at me with those big green eyes and said; "I really do love you, and I think Judy, (my ex), was stupid for leaving ... but I'm glad she did". She put her arms around me, gave me a big hug and said she would meet me inside. As she got up from the pool deck, she leaned on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze as she got up to head back up to the patio deck. She said to me; "You feel tense. I think you need another massage." My heart felt like it was going to jump right out of my chest as I watched her walk away. 

How in Hell's name was I going to stop from jumping all over her once I got inside? My mind was awash with fantasies; some of which I hoped would be fulfilled that very night. After my boys were washed and ready for bed, I did my usual routine when I was home at their bed time; tucked them in bed and read them a story. Usually, I was 'into' the stories for their sake, but tonight was different. Secretly, I prayed the boys would fall asleep quickly tonight, because all I could think about was Brenda and what I hoped was yet to come. 

Chapter 4

After the boys were asleep, I poured myself a drink and headed for my room. I turned on the shower, stripped and climbed inside. I felt the powerful jets from the shower heads hitting my body from 7 different angles. I just leaned against the back wall and let the hot water dull my senses. Suddenly, the jets from the left side stopped hitting me. I turned to see the reason they had stopped ─ they were hitting Brenda instead. She was standing there in all her naked beauty. 

Her flaming red hair slowly getting wet and matting against her head, her pale shoulders and perfectly formed breasts which led way to her narrow waist, her flaming red pubic hair, perfect hips and amazingly shapely legs. In an instant I drew her to me and the passionate kiss which followed took me back to high school and my first love's kiss. I was absolutely on fire with passion. Our tongues were fighting a wrestling match worthy of the Olympics as each pressed forward for dominance. My hard-on was enormous; it felt like it was at least 2 inches longer and twice as thick as usual. It pushed and poked against her taut stomach as I pushed her against the shower wall. My hands began roaming over her firm breasts ─ I felt her nipples scraping across the palms of my hands like half-inch pencil erasers. 




Brenda and Bobby



My name is Robert Franklin. My friends call me Bobby. I work for Roger Carr. You know him. He's that guy on television, The Roger Carr Auto Group. He owns eight auto dealerships in the city. He's the guy whose motto is "Buy a car from Carr". Alright, he may not be the next bard, but he sure does know how to sell cars. 

It was October 24th, Roger's birthday. Every year he throws a gala party for all of his employees and their wives. If you work for Roger, this is the social event of the year. Its always held in the ballroom of a downtown luxury hotel. They hire a big dance band and put on a night of dining, dancing and celebrating. The booze flows freely and everyone has a good time. 

The party was in full swing. The cocktail hour had loosened everybody up. We had all consumed a wonderful prime rib dinner. The happy birthday speeches for Roger were over and the band had just started playing. 

The dance floor filled quickly. At the same time others gathered around tables for drinking and talk. 

My wife Brenda and I joined a group of close friends at one of these tables. People started ferrying drinks and bottles of wine from the bar and everyone was soon feeling very loose and social. 

I was engrossed in a conversation about the local NFL team. Brenda was talking to some of the other wives. 

I stopped for a moment and just gazed at my wife. Brenda and I were both 36 years old. We were each on our second marriage. We were a month away from celebrating our third anniversary. 

Brenda is gorgeous. Her auburn hair and brown eyes highlight the perfect features of her beautiful face. She belongs to a health club and her figure is proof that she uses it regularly. She is a very sexy woman with a large bust, narrow waist and full round ass that catches a second glance from any healthy man that she encounters. 

I still can not fully understand why she married me. At 5'8" I am barely 2 inches taller than she is. People describe me as a man of slender build with slightly feminine features. I am hardly that well muscled linebacker type that Brenda could so easily attract if she chose to. 

Brenda tells me that she loves my mind and intellect. We are both well educated. We enjoy quality restaurants, gourmet cooking and fine wine. We have season tickets to the opera and love art gallaries, old movies and good books. We truly enjoy each others company and can easily spend an entire evening talking and drinking wine. 

I am ashamed to admit that it is certainly not my sexual prowess that attracted her. My 4 inch penis is considered small on anyones scale. To make matters worse, I have a tendency to climax quickly. Brenda cheers me up by telling me that I am very skilled with my tongue and indeed I spend many hours orally satisfying my gorgeous wife. Shortly after we were married we also purchased a large rubber cock which I have become very good at using on her. One of her favorites is to have me lick her clit while I work that large rubber penis in and out of her sopping wet cunt. 

As I gazed at my gorgeous wife I started feeling guilty. I know that she loves to dance. I am a good dancer and I also enjoy dancing, but tonight I was tired and my preference was to sit at the table, drink wine and chat. 

Somewhat reluctantly I decided that I needed to be a good husband so I leaned over and rubbed Brenda's arm. "Sweetheart, Would you like to dance." 

Brenda turned to me and smiled. "I would love to Bobby, but your tired. Thankyou, but I know that you would rather sit here and talk and drink. I'm okay. I'm having a good time." 

"Hey, how about me then." 

It was Bill Steadman. He was seated across the table from us. He was the new car sales manager at one of our dealerships. Bill was a very handsome man. You might say that he was the well muscled linebacker type. 

"I love to dance and my wife stayed at home tonight. I could really use a dance partner. How about it Brenda. will you dance with me." 

Brenda looked at me. "Baby, Do you mind if I dance with Bill. I would love to dance and this way you can sit here and relax with your friends." 

"No sweetheart, I wouldn't mind at all." 

She turned back to Bill, "I would love to dance with you Bill." 

Bill stood up, walked around the table and pulled Brenda's chair out for her. As she stood up He took her hand and gallantly asked, "May I have this dance madam?" 

Brenda laughed and said, "Yes please kind sir." 

With that he led her off to the dance floor. I watched them leave then returned to the connversation at the table. 

The time passed quickly. From time to time Bill and Brenda would return to the table, check in, have a quick glass of wine and return to the dance floor. Everyone was having a good time. 

Finally, I was starting to get tired. I looked at my watch. It was after midnight. The crowd on the dance floor was thinning. Some people were getting their coats and leaving. 

It had been a while since I had seen Brenda and Bill. I started to scan the dance floor. Finally I spotted them. They were in a dark corner on the far side of the floor. The band was playing a slow romantic ballad and they were dancing very close. 

I started to watch them carefully. They were dancing like two high school kids at the prom. Brenda's arms were around Bills neck, her cheek was pressed against his chest. Bills right hand was massaging Brenda's ass. His left hand seemed to be between them. It appeared to be very likely that he was cupping her right breast. 

My first wife divorced me eleven years ago. She came home one night and announced that she had been sleeping with another man. At the time of the divorce I was deeply hurt by this announcement. 

Later on my attitude started to change. I still do not know why, but I started to fantasize about my ex wife and her lover. I started to have fantasies about her having sex with him while we were married. I found internet chat rooms and web sites that talked about cuckolding and hot wives. These fanatasies were secret. I did not share them with anyone, especially Brenda. I was afraid to. I also did not fully understand them, but I did know that the were very exciting for me. 

As I watched my new wife being fondled by another man I realized that I should probably be angry, but I wasn't. I was fascinated and even more I was becoming very aroused. 

I withdrew from the conversation at the table so that I could continue to watch them without being disturbed. They turned several times while they were dancing. There was no doubt anymore. Bill was fondling Brenda's ass and he also had his hand inside her blouse. Oddly, I wasn't jealous. I was excited. Deep inside of myself I knew that my cuckold fantasy was in a very small way becoming a reality. 

The band finished its final number. As the dance ended I watched Bill take my wife into his arms and kiss her full on the lips. This was not a thankyou peck on the cheek. This was a full blown passion kiss. 

Finally Brenda broke off the kiss. She took a moment to straighten herself before letting Bill take her hand and lead her back to the table. 

As they approached the table, I noticed that Brenda's lipstick was smeared and that she had missed a button hole when she rebuttoned her blouse. 

Several of the other wives looked up at Brenda and then glanced over at me. Apparently I was not the only one at the table who noticed what had been going on. 

Somehow the idea that others knew that my wife was not being completely faithful added to the excitement. Brenda had humiliated me. It was very slight, very subtle and actually unintentional since alcohol probably had alot to do with her indiscretion, but she had humiliated me in front of others and I was finding it very exciting. For me apparently, part of the excitement of being cuckolded was being humiliated. I guess its maybe a form of masochism. 

When Brenda and Bill got to the table, she turned to Bill and said, "Thankyou, you are a wonderful dance partner. I had a really good time." Then she turned to me. "Baby its late, lets get our coats. Its time to go." 

As we turned to leave, I heard Bill Steadman say, "Hey Bobby, thankyou for letting me borrow your wife tonight. I had a really good time. you have a very hot wife." 

There was something about the tone of his voice that seemed to have a condescending or sneering quality about it and the choice of the phrase "very hot wife" carried a strong connotation. Somehow this made me even more excited. 

Part II 

Brenda snuggled up against me as we drove out of the parking lot and got onto the freeway. 

"Baby thankyou for letting me dance with Bill Steadman." 

Brenda's speech was slurred. She had obviously had alot of wine. 

"He is such a hunk. He is so sexy." Then she started to giggle, "And he has a really big cock. God it is so big. It makes that tiny little thing of yours feel like a little boys cock." 

Suddenly she stopped herself. "Oh my god sweetheart. I am sorry. I didn't mean to say that. I don't know what got into me. Please forgive me." 

She started to rub the inside of my thigh. "I love your cock. Its just the right size for me." 

Her had moved to my crotch and she froze. I had an erection. I had a very stiff erection. For several moments Brenda was obviously contemplating this odd reaction of mine as she squeezed and examined my erect penis. 

Finally she said, "I don't understand baby. I start to babble about feeling another mans cock and then blurt out to you how much bigger it is than yours. I was being drunk and stupid. I thought you would be mad or hurt. But baby you have the hardest erection that you have ever had since I have known you." Brenda paused and thought again. when she continued, she formed her words carefully. "Baby do you get excited when you think about me being with another man?" 

Well here it was on the table. I was scared to answer truthfully, but I knew that I wanted to. The wine I had consumed certainly fortified my courage. I decided that being honest was the right thing to do. I tried to gather my strength. Finally, I just kind of had to blurt it out. "Yes sweetheart, it does." I paused for a moment to catch my breath and then continued. 'I don't know why, but seeing you with another man is a really erotic fantasy for me. I don't understand it, but I know that that is how I feel." 

Brenda stared at me for a moment. She didn't move, she didn't say a word. Finally, she leaned against me. Her hand went back to my crotch and she started to rub my cock again. As she did this she kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, "When we get home I want you to eat my pussy."