0 comments/ 112669 views/ 5 favorites Brenda's First By: FloridaLee My wife and I were stationed at Ft Riley, Ks. We had a nice apartment on post and were enjoying the benefits of a young military NCO family. I had a good job, and although the pay sucked, we didn't know any better and were happy. We had been married two years and had just returned to the States from Germany. Brenda and I had talked about bringing another man into our sex life, purely fantasizing in the heat of the moment from my point of view. Looking back, I can see that she was completely at ease with sex, and I was still a little naive. One evening, we were in town, drinking too much and generally doing the GI bar to bar thing. We both were pretty sloshed by quitting time. We pointed the car towards the base, and started home. Before we got out of town, we saw this hitchhiker, obviously another GI heading back to the base. Without asking, I picked him up. Brenda slid over next to me, and invited him to share the front seat with us. There was room for three in the old Ford, but it was close. Almost immediately, I felt Brenda's hand in my lap. She was massaging my cock through my pants, and I could feel my cock responding. Knowing the stranger was there while she stroked me was very exciting. I slowed down to just under the speed limit to prolong the moment. Imagine my surprise when, looking towards her, I saw that she had her other hand on the stranger's pants. She was working on both of us! Surprise is the wrong word. I was shocked. At first it was like a cold bucket of ice had been dumped on my head. What was going on here? Then I felt this sexual fire engulfing me. Watching her hand moving on the stranger's lap was turning me on more than I had ever felt before. I looked up, into her eyes. She was watching me carefully, trying to gage my acceptance of the situation. She was panting lightly, with her lips parted, really getting into the heat. I asked her, "Would you like for me to stop the car?" She said, "Yes", and turned to the stranger, offering her lips. It was as if I wasn't there. They were totally wrapped in each other immediately. He was squeezing her ample tits with one hand and pulling her closer with the other hand, running it up and down her back. I pulled off of the highway at a small lake. It was probably more of a holding pond for the highway. There was a road grader and some other heavy equipment parked there. Well , I wasn't looking for a fishing spot. They were in another world. The windows were steamed over almost immediately after I stopped the car next to the lake. Brenda's blouse was open. She was trying to reach the snap on her bra and having trouble in the tight confines of the car. I unsnapped it for her. I touched her lightly, stroking her back, from her waist to her long brown hair, then pausing briefly at the spot behind her ear that drives her nuts. She responded with a heavy moan, and doubled her kissing. I heard a zipper and knew that one of them had released his cock from the confines of his pants. On one level, I felt involved, but on another, it was obvious that I was an observer. It was very strange. She was pushing towards me. At first I thought it was for contact, but then realized that she needed more room. I opened my door and slid out of the car. I had to get my cock out. There I was, standing beside my car, holding my very hard cock while watching my wife stretching out to put her head in his lap. I couldn't see what she was doing, but her head was going up and down in a pattern that I knew well. She twisted around and got on her hands and knees on the seat. Her head never left his lap. I knew that she had control of his cock now. She was moving slowly up and down, moaning lightly. I could almost feel the vibration in the air and I knew from experience that he wouldn't last long. He reached over and pulled her skirt up to her waist. He was trying to get his hand under her panties. She was not really dressed for access, wearing both panties and pantyhose. Don't ask. I leaned in and, with both hands, grabbed the elastic and pulled them both off of her beautiful ass, down to her knees. The smell of sex was immediately overwhelming. I watched as he caressed her ass. He tried to hold one cheek with his hand and squeezed her in time with her head bobbing up and down. Then he slipped his middle finger in the crack and leaned as far as he could, reaching around to her steaming pussy. I could hear wet slippery noises as he pushed further and further into his target. Her whole body was moving faster and faster as she consumed his rod. All of a sudden, he went completely rigid. I knew he was pumping cum into her throat. He put both hands on the back of her head and pulled her into his lap tightly. As he relaxed, she sat up and moved to kiss him. He turned his head away, probably not wanting to taste his cum. I slipped back behind the wheel and pulled her to me. She looked at me with love in her eyes. We kissed long and deep. I felt her hand around my cock and knew that this would be the best fuck that I had ever had. What a woman. Brenda's First Ch. 02 Kissing Brenda with the taste of cum on her breath was over the top. She knew immediately that I not only accepted her playing with the stranger, but I enjoyed it as much as she did. I had never thought a moment could be so charged with sex. I kissed my way across her face and nibbled at her earlobe. My hands were in her hair and moving up and down her back. It was as if they were on automatic. I wanted to touch her everywhere that gave her pleasure. She was moaning almost steadily now. Her body was pressed to mine as closely as possible under the circumstances. I wanted to move out of the car with her, but I didn't want to do anything that would break the power of the moment. She had twisted around towards me to meet me face to face, and we were both kissing wherever we could reach. My hand went lower on her back. I was reaching for her beautiful bottom, when I encountered the hand of the stranger. It was a shock. I had completely forgotten that he was there beside us. Brenda's hips were rocking, encouraging us to stroke her ass. We bumped into each other often, because our goal was the same. We couldn't really get good access to her pussy though. Her legs were trapped together with the pantyhose and panties that we had forgotten in the rush. He opened the door and slid out far enough to help her reposition on her knees on the seat, facing me this time. He removed her one shoe that had not fallen in the bouncing around, and pulled her undies off. Brenda moved her head down to my lap and took my cock deep in her mouth. I was in heaven. It was all I could do to hold back. I really wanted to cum right then. The stranger stood outside the door and took his pants and boxers off. I saw him for the first time. His cock was standing straight out as if pointing to Brenda's rear end. He got back in the car on his knees and moved up behind her. Without a moments resistance, his cock slipped right into her wet pussy. The first hard dick I had ever seen, besides my own, was fucking my wife with great enthusiasm and judging from the sounds she was making around my cock in her mouth, she approved. She was going nuts. There was not an inch of her that was not moving in rhythm to the cock plunging into her pussy. She drove her mouth further and further down the length of my cock until I swear I could feel her nose on my body. That was a first. I couldn't take another stroke. I came and came, deep in her throat. She never missed a beat. I had to pull her head off of me. My dick was too sensitive to stand another second of her lovely mouth. Reality strikes. I had cum and the world slowed enough to let me get a grip on what was happening. A stranger was fucking my beautiful wife. I was watching his dick pulling almost out, then driving back in hard enough to jolt her whole body forward. She was pushing back, trying to get him deeper and deeper. What were we doing? This is crazy. Fantasy is one thing, but this was real. She was screaming in orgasm and I was standing outside watching. She was watching me. She was fucking him without reserve, but she was watching me. I could feel the sexual energy washing over me. My limp cock grew harder with each of their plunges until it was standing proud again. When I moved forward, toward her mouth, she smiled and said, "Wait just a minute. I have a better place for that." Then she started moving her butt in waves, milking his cock at an amazing pace. It was awesome to watch. All he could do was hang on for dear life. He exploded with a scream and sagged back away from her. She clambered out of the car, took my hand and led me to the front. She scooted up on the hood and laid back with her legs spread. I could see her pussy, wide open, with fresh cum dripping out. She gestured for me to come closer. I wasn't sure if she wanted me to eat her or slide my cock in, but this was no time for questions. I took the chicken's way out and pulled her onto my dick. It was absolutely the best sensation I had ever had. Her pussy was so hot and wet and there was little friction, but it didn't matter. She was full of cum and I was fucking her. Every time I slid in, juices splashed out. I could feel the hot liquid trickling down my leg. When she tightened up her muscles and started to work me like she had the stranger, I responded with all the strength I could muster. We were wild together. It seemed like it went on forever, but I know it didn't last long. We came almost together. It was a moment frozen in time. Neither of us wanted to let go. She sat up with me still inside and put her arms around my neck. "Get naked," she said. "Let's go swimming." Brenda's First Ch. 03 That was a good idea. I had a mixture of cum rolling down my leg, and my wife was dragging me to the water's edge. She was radiant. There is something about a well-fucked woman... The shore was more mud than sand. I could feel it oozing between my toes as we waded out into the dark pond. When we were just knee deep, I turned her to me and kissed her deeply. She returned my kiss with renewed passion. I let my hand travel down her body, until I reached the soft hair over her pussy. It was wet and matted. I reached lower and felt her tunnel directly. It was hot and had a velvet slippery texture. I could feel the mass of cum leaking out and down her legs. It was as if her fire ran up my arm and straight down to my dick. It jumped back to life. I felt her hand exploring. She said, "No way... There is no way you can still be horny. And I was going to ask if you were ok with this. It was just a crazy impulse when I reached over to his lap. Then I felt you both growing at the same time, and it was too much to resist." "I'm more than ok with it", I said, "When he was fucking you, I watched his cock going in and pulling out, freshly covered in your juices. It was incredible." We held hands and continued out into the deeper water. The water was cool and refreshing. We enjoyed splashing around in the quiet night. The echoes from our frolic were coming at us from all sides. When I looked back to the shore, I saw the stranger coming towards us. He seemed hesitant. I waved him on, and so did Brenda. His relief was apparent. "It's probably time to introduce ourselves, Bren", I said. She laughed, "Do you think so?" She was much more relaxed than I. We found out that his name was Tom, and, as I had thought, he was also stationed at Ft. Riley. He told me he appreciated the ride. Bren and I both cracked up, laughing. Soon we were all laughing and splashing in the lake like children. It wasn't long, though, and Brenda was the focus of our attention again. We had her sandwiched between us. She was kissing him and I was nibbling on her neck and rubbing down her back to her tight little ass. I could feel her muscles responding as I stroked her. She turned around to kiss me. We embraced and our lips met hungrily. I felt her lower body move away and guessed that Tom was trying to enter her from behind. She confirmed that when she said, "It must be the fresh water. Let me help." And reached under the water between us and between her legs to guide his dick. She was able to work his cock into her pussy. She threw her arms back around my neck and resumed the assault on my tongue. He was fucking her slowly while she held on to me. "This is so nasty", she said, "He is fucking your wife. Do you like this? Did you know your wife could be so nasty? Ohhh that feels so good." All of a sudden, she pulled away from us and headed for shore. "That's too much like work in the water," she said. We raced to shore. She plopped down on her back, mindless of the mud, and spread her legs wantonly. Tom beat me by a hair, knelt at her target, and drove back in with authority. She screamed. It was a low animal sound, more of a moan than a scream, really. Her body shook with release, and then she was back in the rhythm of sex. He was moving in and out, but in different patterns now. His cock was hitting new places each time. She grabbed his ass and drug him to her with every stroke. Their wet bodies were slapping together. Water, mud, and sweat were mixing and the noise was getting louder. Then he groaned. His cock froze in place, then he slammed it home, paused, then slammed it home again. He was filling my wife with fresh cream. They kissed tenderly and he stood up. His cock was still partly hard, wet and dripping with fresh cum. He stepped back. I knelt between her legs. Her pussy was flared wide and red. I had a strong urge to lean forward and taste it and the cum cocktail they had brewed together, but I was too conscious of him watching me to take the plunge. Strange that it was ok, hot even, to have him fuck my wife, but it felt perverted to lick her pussy afterwards. I put my cock up to her pussy lips and moved it around the entrance with my hand. I could feel the heat and the soft texture of her pussy with the head. Then it slipped inside and I laid on top of her, not sparing her my full weight. She responded with a groan and we fucked slowly. "You wanted to taste me. I could see it in your eyes", she whispered. "Can you feel his cum? Is it heating your cock, too? Would you suck it all out of me when we are done?" That was it. I exploded. Just a few words, and my cock erupted immediately. I kissed her and tried to roll off to one side. She held on and rolled with me, refusing to give up my cock. Now she was on top, and I could feel the juices leaking around my cock as it slowly deflated. Brenda's First Date Disclaimer: Brenda is eighteen, Charlotte is thirty-nine, Frank is forty-seven, Jack is nineteen, Adella is eighteen, Frank's friend is forty-two, Pastor Brown is fifty-five, Frances is nineteen, Lacey is eighteen, Geraldine is thirty-eight, Mrs. Judith Bloom is thirty-two, Mrs. Sarah Bloom is forty, Mr. Bloom is forty-five, Mrs. Applegate is forty-one, Mrs. Flint is thirty-seven, Ben is nineteen, and Prince Albert is dead. The term "teenager" applies to people whose ages are thirteen through nineteen, inclusive. Brenda came home from high school and slammed the kitchen door, even though her mother Charlotte had told her at least a thousand times not to. Brenda's father Frank was still at work in the city, and wouldn't be home for hours yet, probably not till very late. Charlotte was at home for her daughter, of course, since she only did her volunteer work on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and this was a Friday afternoon. Here in Plainville, most families were well-off enough that the mothers were able to stay home to take care of their children after school, fortunately for the children. "Mom, Mom, I've got the best news! You remember that boy Jack Adams that went with me and my friends to the movies last week?" Brenda's voice was filled with enthusiasm, and Charlotte knew that whatever Jack Adams might mean to Brenda now, it was something well worth her while to find out. "Sure, dear. What about him?" Brenda told her in an exaggerated stage whisper. "Don't tell anyone yet, but he's asked me to go parking with him." "Wow," said her mother. "That really is news." It would be Brenda's very first date with a boy. "Do you like him?" "Of course I do. I mean I don't just like him, I like him like him." Charlotte smiled internally at Brenda's typically teenage way of speaking. She decided to play dumb, just to help her daughter be a little less self-centered for a change. "Oh. And does that mean you are going to say yes?" Sometimes mothers could be so dense. "Mo-om! I already did! That is if it's all right with you?" "Well, I thought so. Never mind, sit down and tell me all about it." Brenda sat down at the kitchen table with her mother. She changed her tone from enthusiasm to concern. "Mom, you know, when I was having pleasure with Adella Tucci last Tuesday after school?" Brenda hesitated, apparently not sure how to go on: Charlotte decided to just listen carefully. "Yes? Did everything go well?" "Oh, sure .... But that's not what I meant. She told me that it's a mortal sin to do anything sexual with a boy. Mom, is that really true, or was she just pulling my tits?" Charlotte was shocked by her daughter's use of vulgar slang. "Brenda, don't you use language like that with your mother." Brenda hung her head in silent apology. After a short pause, Charlotte relented. "But to answer your question, yes, it probably is a sin -- for her." "Re-eally?" Charlotte wasn't sure if Brenda was being serious or subtly sarcastic. She chose to treat the question as a serious one that deserved a serious reply. "Yes, really. That's because the Tuccis are Pathoricks, honey. It's against their religion for a woman to have pleasure with a man unless she's married to him. Or at least engaged." "That must be hard on Pathorick boys and men, Mom." Brenda sounded amazed. "Well, I suppose it is." Of course, there was no reason for Pathorick boys or men to abstain from pleasure with women of other faiths, and Charlotte knew very well that most of them didn't. She smiled at the memory of a certain friend of Frank's who had brightened up a tedious week while Frank was away on a business trip. Charlotte also suspected that Frank had enjoyed the company of a colleague's wife, or perhaps a co-ed or two, while he'd been away, but she felt quite secure that he would always be faithful to her. Brenda smiled a bit wickedly. "Well, I guess it's a good thing for them, then, that most of the people in this country are Protestors. We believe the Bible means what it says about 'uncovering nakedness', right Mom?" Charlotte knew that Brenda knew the answer perfectly well from Sunday school and the preaching of Pastor Brown, but it never hurt when dealing with a teenager to reinforce the message. "That's right, dear. So you make sure that your friend Jack doesn't get carried away and actually uncover your privates." Brenda replied promptly, "Oh, I'm sure he won't, Mom." Charlotte thought about Jack for a moment and what she knew about him. She didn't actually have serious cause to worry about his morals, after all. "Well, he has been well brought-up, that's true -- I know his mother well. Very well, in fact." "Mo-om!" That was way more than Brenda wanted to know! Charlotte didn't reply, and Brenda reverted to her earlier serious mood. "Umm, I know because of what Pastor Brown says Jack can't, umm, do cunnilingus on me. That would be uncovering, wouldn't it?" So Brenda still felt it necessary to ask rhetorical questions. The poor dear must be nervous, Charlotte thought, and desperately trying not to show it. "Of course." Brenda hesitated a long time before her next remark. "But there's a problem." Charlotte felt a rush of concern for her daughter. "What's that, dear?" Brenda twisted her hands together. "I can't come, I mean have an orgasm, from mast -- mast --" Charlotte felt a smile internally, but carefully didn't allow any trace of it to show on her face. She must not allow her daughter to think her mother was laughing at her. "Masturbation, dear. Really? I mean, are you sure?" Brenda switched from hesitation to rush. "I'm sure, Mom. I mean, Frances tried it and so did Lacey, and then Adella, and even Mrs. Tucci tried, but --" Charlotte raised one eyebrow, and decided to change the subject slightly, to try to build some rapport between herself and her daughter. "You had pleasure with Adella's mother? And how was she?" Brenda's rush of words went on, though their topic was successfully diverted. "Pretty good, I mean, she had lots of enthusiasm even if I could tell she hasn't had so many partners. I can't imagine why, she's really pretty." Charlotte agreed that Geraldine Tucci was really pretty. Still .... "But she wasn't able to satisfy you?" Brenda thought about it for a minute. "Not really. I mean, it felt great, don't get me wrong, but it just didn't build up to an orgasm, and I could tell it never would, not in a million years. I ended up having to masturbate myself instead." Brenda blushed. Charlotte immediately spotted the blush and hastened to reassure her emotionally vulnerable teen. "Well, that's not so uncommon. All women aren't alike in what they enjoy and what they'd like to experience." She reached out to put her hand on top of her daughter's knotted hands and was rewarded by seeing Brenda's face lift a little, perhaps also at being referred to as a woman by her own mother. "But with cunnilingus you have no problem?" At that question, Charlotte un-knotted her hands and actually smiled. "Not a bit, Mom. When I'm feeling all stoked up, it usually only takes a few minutes. Especially when it's with someone like Mrs. Applegate or Mrs. Flint." Brenda named the women of the two immediately neighboring families. "I mean, they really, really know how it's done." Brenda had wished that Mrs. Tucci would learn "how it's done," too, but of course it wasn't a teenager's place to try and teach her. "My friends are awfully sweet, but they just don't have the same kind of experience, I guess." It was Charlotte's turn to smile wickedly. "Or the same tongue and jaw strength?" "Mo-om!" Charlotte paid no attention to this remark. It was no more than she could expect after teasing her daughter so. "Of course, Pathoricks have the same liberties to pleasure between women that we do -- even with all their rules, their church can't claim that the Bible has a word to say against it." Charlotte continued: "On the other hand, Yewish and Nuslim married women only share pleasure with their sister-wives and of course their husbands." "I know, Mom. I asked Mrs. Bloom if she would do me once, and she said no, she couldn't. But she did give me a kiss and call me a hot little shiksa. What's a shiksa, Mom?" "I don't know, honey." Charlotte really didn't: she didn't have any close Yewish friends, as it happened. "Perhaps you should ask their son Benjamin. He'll be sure to know." Brenda nodded, but with the mental reservation that there was simply no way she was going to ask Ben Bloom anything at all. It would be just too too embarrassing. After all, he was a track star, and she was just an ordinary school nobody. Charlotte belatedly thought of something. "Brenda, do you mean Mrs. Judith or Mrs. Sarah?" Brenda's voice and face showed how scandalized she was. "Mom, puh-leeze! Can you even imagine going to bed with Mrs. Sarah Bloom? I mean really. I don't see how her husband could stand her, never mind anyone else. She's just too, well, bossy!" Brenda wondered if the Blooms' marriage was like the story of Leah and Rachel in the Bible. Except that Mrs. Judith certainly wasn't barren; in fact, most of the Bloom children were hers. Charlotte privately agreed about the senior Mrs. Bloom, but considered that it was her duty to make sure her daughter was properly respectful of her elders. "Now that's quite enough on that subject from you, young lady!" After a pause, she went on, "Mrs. Sarah I'm sure is very attractive to the right kind of person. I wonder if Mr. Bloom --" Brenda interrupted her mother, something she almost never did. "Mo-om!" She definitely did not want to think about Mr. and Mrs. Bloom in that way. Again, Charlotte let the implied disrespect go. Since the conversation seemed on the whole to be going so well, she decided to raise another topic of concern, though she carefully schooled herself to be sure her concern didn't show in her voice or face. "I hope you haven't been mixed up with any of those Slickan girls at your school, have you? I mean, the ones that dance around the Maypoles and all that?" Brenda's answer was immediate and very reassuring. "For sure not, Mom. My friends say, if you share pleasure with Slickan girls, the next thing you find yourself doing is sharing with Slickan boys." Boys who even did very, very forbidden things with each other sometimes, as Brenda had heard in whispers from her friends, though she wasn't about to admit anything of the sort. Her mother nodded for Brenda to go on. "I mean, one thing just naturally leads to the other, doesn't it? And then -- well, you're ruined, aren't you. You wind up participating in all their wild orgies, and you lose your special relationship with God." Charlotte was very relieved to hear her daughter toeing the line with such obvious sincerity. "That's right, dear. And believe me, no matter what your friends may hear, Slickan boys aren't any better at sex than Abrahamic boys. What's more, they don't have any special improvements in their anatomy, either." Charlotte had heard from some of her more adventurous woman friends that that wasn't entirely true, but there was no reason why her little Brenda should have to learn about Prince Alberts -- just yet. "Mo-om!" As if! Now it was Brenda's turn to raise a point of concern, harking back to her earlier discussion of her "problem". "Mom, if Jack winds up not being able to make me come, should I -- you know -- pretend? Make him believe he has? I don't want to hurt his feelings, he's such a nice boy." Charlotte's reply was immediate and firm. "Oh no, dear. You must never do that." "Not even if he never found out?" Charlotte used the line that had worked so well with Brenda in the past for any sort of moral issue involving deception. "Even if he never knew, you'd know." Brenda's face showed clearly that she remembered past conversations. "Well, I guess so. I won't do that, then. After all, it's not like I have to have an orgasm to share pleasure, I guess." Brenda thought once more of Mrs. Tucci and how sweet it had been to lie with her. "And it's no way to start a relationship with a boy, lying to him. So he has to know the truth. If he really cares about you, and it's serious, he'll be able to wait until marriage." "Mo-om! I hardly even know him!" Well, perhaps that was a little premature, Charlotte thought. It didn't do to allow one's hopes to run away with one. And so the conversation went, talking of this and that, sharing a few little secrets and a bit of harmless gossip, until Charlotte noticed the kitchen clock. "Well, it's time for Jack to come -- I mean get here -- " Charlotte had made the slip deliberately, and winked at Brenda. "-- pretty soon. I'm really glad we had this little talk. I'm so proud of you -- my girl's becoming a woman." Charlotte beamed at Brenda, who returned her gaze with a happy and anticipating expression with just a trace of nervousness. "Thanks, Mom." Brenda's tone expressed a little more confidence than perhaps she actually felt. "Are you going to wear your pretty placket dress that we bought together?" Charlotte referred to the centerpiece of a shopping expedition the two had made to the city about a month before, a beautiful long gown in golden-yellow artificial silk with half-bra and thong to match. Brenda tilted her head to one side. "Of course, silly Mom. I wouldn't want to make things hard for him, after all." The plackets would allow her date to have easy access to her body without any risk of "uncovering". Some of the more daring girls in Brenda's school actually wore slitted dresses on dates, but Brenda wasn't so confident of her ability to keep matters under control as all that. Charlotte said archly, "You wouldn't? I thought you liked him liked him." "Mo-om!" Brenda shook her head rapidly. Sometimes her mom .... * * * Like the good boy -- or fine young man, rather -- that Charlotte knew he was, Jack brought Brenda home right on time, and even came in to meet her parents, who had of course waited up for her. His stay was brief and formal, and as soon as he left, Frank went up to bed, exhausted by his long day at work. Charlotte remained downstairs for a few minutes to speak with her daughter again. "So how did it go, darling?" Charlotte didn't really need to ask: the light in Brenda's eyes and the irrepressible smile that kept breaking out on her lips was testimony enough to the success of her first real date. Brenda bubbled with enthusiasm and happiness. "Oh, Mom, it was the most wonderful thing. And yes, he has the most wonderful "thing" too." Brenda smiled wickedly, this time more than just a bit. "We spent so much time just talking, about all kinds of things, what we like and don't like, and what we have in common, and kissing -- and oh, Mom, he is a dreamy kisser, really soft and gentle at first -- I never thought a boy could be so gentle, and then wow, much more passionate, he really roused me. And he called me the sweetest names and things." Brenda hesitated for just an instant, and then continued. "And -- and then he opened the glove compartment of his car and got out this little thing -- he called it a magic wand, and it really is! He plugged the wire on it into the cigar-lighter on the dashboard, and he used the wand on me -- and I came, over and over and over again." Brenda had in fact had tears running down her face with the intensity of her passion, but there was really no reason to tell her mother every single detail, was there? Charlotte had vaguely heard of such sexual toys, but hadn't actually expected to encounter one so close to home. She decided that a blunt question was in order. "A magic wand? He didn't put it in you, did he?" Brenda chuckled softly, with a slight edge of having for once gotten one-up on her mother, but then her tone turned entirely serious. "Oh no, Mom, of course not. Don't worry, I'm going to be a virgin when I marry, whether it turns out to be Jack or not. I know it's too soon to tell if it's true love or just sexual desire I'm feeling." Brenda reverted to pure teenager. "And it's not really shaped like a presti -- prestidigitator's wand anyway." Brenda grinned. "No, he just touched my labia and my clit -- " Charlotte frowned for a moment at this vulgarity, and Brenda hastily corrected herself. "I mean my clitoris. Oh, and on my nipples too. It made them pop up just like that!" Charlotte felt her own body tingling just a little bit at this description, but she kept her voice simply warm and interested. "I see. And were you able to do anything for him?" "Oh yes, Mom. He was so kind to me, I guess he could tell easily enough it was my first time, and he guided me through masturbating him -- see, I learned to say it!" Brenda looked proud. "And I even did a little bit of fellatio as well, although I wasn't able to finish him off that way. I guess I might need some more jaw strength too." Mother and daughter shared a silent moment of mutual amusement. "But he was definitely satisfied -- I'm so, so glad I remembered to take a handkerchief so none of his seed could spill on the ground, like Onan's in the Bible story. Well, really the floor of his car, but you know what I mean." Charlotte was proud of her daughter's forethought, and showed it. "Wonderful, darling. Just wonderful. I'm so happy for you." "But the magic wand, it vibrated you know, and it brought me so much pleasure, I could hardly stand it. One orgasm just wasn't anywhere near enough. It was the very best sexual experience I've ever had." Brenda paused for a moment, and then continued in the tone of one adult woman to another. "You really should try it out, Mom." Charlotte raised both eyebrows this time. Her daughter was growing up, but wasn't quite grown up yet. Time to reassert herself, but without bruising Brenda's newfound self-esteem. "Oh? And do you really think Jack would be interested in an old lady like me?" "Mo-o-om!!" Brenda's First Time Brenda was always her father's shining pride. She stood at 5'5, 124 lbs, long gorgeous blonde hair and eyes as blue as a summer sky. She was the youngest of his 4 children and Joseph always knew she would make something of herself. His other children had already gone off to college and Brenda was in her senior year of high school. She was looking forward to graduating in a couple months and then continuing her education at Florida State University. Everything seemed to be perfect until one day Brenda started having cramps during class. Immediately she called her father from the nurse's station at school. "Daddy?" she said, "I need to come see you, I'm having some strange pains." "Ok sweetheart, come right over, I don't have any patients until 4" he said before hanging up the phone. Joseph was a gynecologist and naturally Brenda felt more comfortable going to see him then some stranger. Within minutes Brenda arrived at her father's office. "Go ahead Brenda" said the receptionist, "Your father is waiting for you." "Ok" she said, holding her stomach. As she entered her father's office, he greeted her with a warm hug and worried, but comforting smile. "Ok babygirl, just slide off your skirt and panties and put this gown on and hop up on the table, we'll see if we can find the problem" he said. She did as she was instructed, jumping up on the table and placing her feet in the stirrups. Joseph took his seat on the little stool at her feet and turned on the light. "Ok baby, let me know if this hurts" he said. "Ok daddy" she said, half smiling. She tensed as she felt his cold fingers enter her. She had never before been examined by her father but her regular gynecologist was out of town for a week. Brenda could feel her father probing her, his knuckle massaged her pussy walls, sending surges thru her virgin body. After a few minutes, Joseph stood up. "Well baby, I can't find any abnormalities, it must just be an upset stomach" he said, smiling at her. "You're probably right daddy" she said. "Daddy?" "Yes Baby?" he answered. "I have to tell you something" she said. "Ok honey, what is it?" he asked, looking very concerned. "But I don't want you to get mad at me" she said in a low tone. "Baby, you know you can tell me anything" he said, placing his hand on her leg. "Ok" she began, "A few minutes ago, when you were examining me ...." "Yes, go on" her father urged. "Well I liked it" she said shyly. Joseph was a little surprised but also very happy. He too, had enjoyed touching his daughter. "Well babygirl, your daddy liked it too" he confessed. "Really?" she asked, surprised. "Yes baby and I have a confession to make as well ....." he said. "W-what daddy?" she asked. "I didn't wear any gloves, I wanted to feel my babygirl's pussy" he said, rubbing her leg. "Touch me again daddy" she begged. "Mmmm yes my babygirl, I will" he said as he walked over to the door. "Mary? Hold all my calls for a little bit" he said to the receptionist. As Joseph re-entered the room, he shut and locked the door behind him. He closed all the blinds on the small windows. The room was completely dark except for the examining light over Brenda's legs. "Take off the gown baby" he whispered, as he began disrobing. Brenda quickly did as she was told, stripping completely naked and lying on the examining table. Joseph turned the light so that it shined right into Brenda's pussy. As he stared at her virgin fuck hole he couldn't help but begin stroking his cock, which was already rock hard. "Spread your legs wider baby" he ordered her, "Let daddy see that tight little fuck hole." He began licking his lips, imagining how sweet she tasted. "I wanna suck your clit baby" he whispered to her. "Mmmm daddy" she whispered, "Suck my clit, please." Within seconds, Joseph had his face buried in his daughter's pussy. Mmmm she smelled so good, her pussy lips were swollen and her clit was already beginning to peak out. Hungrily and savagely he devoured her, leaving no area of her virgin pussy untouched. His hands slid up to her inner thighs, massaging and caressing her soft skin. As Brenda looked down. all she could see was her father's head moving about furiously and his hands massaging her inner thighs. She couldn't believe how good his mouth felt on her pussy. He sucked and licked and nibbled her clit until she almost exploded. Just then, she felt her daddy's tongue licking and sucking her asshole. OMG!!! she thought to herself, I don't want this to ever stop!! "Ohhhh daddyyyyyyyyy" she moaned quietly, "Ohhhhh god!!! Don't stop daddy, please!" As Joseph rimmed his beautiful daughter, he inserted 3 fingers into her pussy, stretching her and getting her ready for the fucking she was about to receive. He matched every thrust of his fingers with a thrust of his tongue, double fucking her and almost sending her over the edge. Just as she was about to explode, Joseph stopped. He stood up and looked at his babygirl all spread out on the table, so close to climaxing. His cock throbbed so hard for her. He had wanted her for a long time now. And just knowing that she was a virgin and that he was going to make her a woman made his cock throb painfully. "You know what I want baby" he whispered as he pushed the tip of his cock inside her slit. "Yes daddy and I want to give it to you, now" she said. "Will it hurt?" she asked. "Just for a minute or two" he said, reassuringly. "Ok daddy" she said, smiling. With careful precision, as not to hurt his princess, Joseph slowly began sliding his massive hard on into his daughter's tight, virgin fuck hole. He could feel her pussy walls contracting, tightening their grip around his cock, this made him wild with desire. He could no longer take it slow. With one swift thrust, he pumped his cock inside her, all the way. "Oh god!!!!!" she screamed. "Sshh baby" he growled, "I have patients outside." Brenda removed her feet from the stirrups and placed her long slender legs around her father's waist. Faster and deeper he pumped his daughter, his balls unmercifully slapping her ass. He watched her beautiful big tits bounce with every thrust, then leaned down to suck her delicious pink nipples. "Oh daddy, fuck me like you do mommy!!" she begged. "I cum inside mommy" he growled, her nipple still in his mouth. "Then cum inside me" she said. "Oh fuck baby" he moaned, releasing her nipple. Joseph reached up and covered his daughter's mouth, he knew what he was about to do would make her moan loudly. "Rub your clit baby, now, fuck, rub it for daddy, I wanna watch you molest that pussy while I fuck you senesless" he said, breathlessly. He was right too. As Brenda began rubbing her pussy, her moans became louder. Her young body began shaking and Joseph knew what was about to happen. "Mmmm do it baby" he urged her, "Cum all over daddy's dick." He began pumping her as hard as he could, shaking the examining table and knocking the light over. Brenda's muffled screams were still loud as she began cumming. Her body in the middle of its first sexual storm. Joseph felt her climax. Her pussy seemed to wrap around his cock like a sensual snake. "OH GOD!! OH FUCK!! BRENDA!! OH SHIT, DADDY'S GONNA FILL YOU UP BABY!!" he screamed, not caring who heard him. In no time, his hot sticky cum shot thru his daughter. She came again as she felt this warm juice from her father invade her pussy. She climaxed so hard she almost passed out as Joseph kept pumping her and rubbing and pinching her nipples. He wanted his daughter's first time to be one she'd never forget. As she lie there, motionless on the table, the only sounds were their heavy breaths. Once in awhile her pussy would contract and kiss Joseph's softening cock. He leaned in to kiss his young, beautiful slutty daughter. "I love you Brenda" he whispered. "I love you too daddy" she answered, still breathless. "Now get dressed baby and I'll see you at home tonight" he said. Brenda's First Time I suppose I'm like most guys when it comes to wives. I really want her to love only me and be a great wife and mother to our kids, but I also want her to be a real slutty lover when it comes to sex. My little wife, Brenda, was all of the first requirement and failed miserably on the slutty part. It was almost impossible for me to explain how I would be turned on if she let some guys (preferably my buddies) feel her up a little or teased them into a frenzy without putting out for them. To keep this story short, after four years of fantasizing, I talked her into letting me take some digital photographs of her that didn't leave much to the imagination. I'll have to admit, I was surprised to see her really get into it after a few shots and even more surprised when she consented to do some "lewd" poses. What happened next was partly her fault. As we looked through the printed version of our "photo shoot" she picked up one particularly sexy shot that showed her legs spread and her hand just above her pussy that could have been captioned "Would you like to fuck this?". "I'll bet Tom would cream his pants if he saw this", she laughed. Tom was my best friend and one of the few males I trusted completely. He stayed over at our house when I was in the hospital for kidney stones and took care of Brenda and the house until I was released. I thought nothing of letting the two of them go into town for beer or cigarettes when we were whooping up the weekend. I suppose her comment was somehow etched in my brain and one Saturday afternoon after several drinks I proceeded to bring out the pictures to show Tom and the other guys. One of the "other" guys was Floyd, known as a "cockhound" which in our local jargon means he would fuck a tree stump if he had the chance. I vaguely remember passing around the pictures starting with the tame shots that only showed Brenda in a see through nightie, exposing the dark areas of her tits and maybe a hint of pussy hair through the scanty panties. Saving the best for last, I handed Tom the one that Brenda said would make him cream and told him about her comment. "Well, she's right about that," he laughed, and then talked me into letting him keep that picture. "Just don't put it in your toolbox for the world to see", I joked. Without the booze, I would never have let him take it. And I certainly wouldn't have let Floyd see them as he always had a way of saying things that pissed me off. Today was no different. Holding one of Brenda's completely nude pic's, he licked his lips and said matter of factly, "If I ever get the chance, I'll tell you right now, I'm gonna fuck that pussy." The fact that he was big enough and tough enough to whip my ass kept me from saying what I wanted to say. I collected all the pictures except the one Tom had slipped in his shirt pocket and put them away. About two weeks later, I invited Tom, Floyd and two other VFW friends to come home with me and cook some hot wings on the grill. It was Saturday afternoon and the timing was perfect. Pulling in the drive, I saw Brenda lying on a chaise by our small swimming pool, face down with her top untied. No one went inside as we all walked around the side to the pool area and startled my wife. She almost raised up but realized her top was not fastened. Never the less, everyone got a good peek at her sweet titties. Later on in the night as the drinks flowed, I came out of the bathroom to see Floyd kissing on Brenda's neck with his hands all over her ass. She had changed into her nightie about an hour before and told me she was getting ready for bed. She pulled away from Floyd when I came into the room but instead of going to bed she put a CD in the music system and pulled him into the den to dance. From our little bar area, I couldn't see into the den and I wasn't too happy with Brenda and Floyd being out of sight when all I could think of was his comment about her nude picture. Tom was telling a joke, but all I could think of was Floyd's big cock. Was it sliding into my wife's pussy? I walked over to the arch leading into the den and saw that they were just holding each other close and dancing. Brenda took turns, dancing with all the guys. Our little party soon broke up and we kind of ushered the guys out. Of course Floyd had to irritate me once more before he left by kissing Brenda goodnight. I started into the bathroom and turned to ask her if she had turned off the den lights. I was surprised to see her putting on her panties so I didn't say anything. I couldn't believe she had danced with all those guys without her panties. I felt a little sick but at the same time, my dick was a raging hard-on. Later on, I fucked her with a vengeance, thinking about my friends probably feeling her hot tits and finger fucking her pussy. Afterwards we talked as I had a cigarette. I guess it was the drinks again, but I found myself telling her I really wouldn't mind if she fucked one of my buddies as long as I knew about it and there would be no relationship involved. We even decided that the following Saturday night would be the night. What happened next kind of blew my mind. I had suggested that she seduce Tom and went so far as to say she could fuck him when I wasn't around as long as she told me later. "Tom's almost like a brother to me", she said. "Would you be too jealous if I let Floyd fuck me? I think he really wants to and he's kind of big so it would be different for me." "How do you know he's big?" I asked "Well, you know, I felt him up against me when we danced. And the other thing honey, I really don't like him. He always whispers to me that he wants to eat my pussy and stuff like that. So you wouldn't have to worry about the "relationship" part." So that's how it began. Now, Floyd comes over about three times a week and shoves his big cock into my shy little Brenda. Last week, he brought his Mexican helper with him and they both fucked her. I found out Tom had been fucking her for the past three years and she fucked all three of the painters that did our house last month. My little wife is so shy.