This file brought to you by - http://www.mrdouble.com From: thor4u@my-deja.com Subject: NEW: Two Families - The Teenage Years, Ch 5 (mF,oral,vag) Date: Monday, June 21, 1999 5:25 PM Two Families - The Teenage Years Chapter Five By Jason Bradford Brenda called on Friday morning. She asked me to come by her house after school. She made a point of saying Paul was out of town and Cassie would not be home until 6 PM. I tried to beg off, finally agreeing to at least call her after school. I had no intention of going over to Brenda's, but I did call when I got home from school. Jack was at the office, and I knew I had about 30 minutes before Mom came home. I told Brenda I couldn't come over, and that I only had a few minutes to talk because Mom would be home shortly. Brenda didn't waste any time with small talk. She told me Paul had only screwed her once in the ten days he had been home, and that it was a half-hearted effort just to get her off his back. Brenda said she needed a man and she needed one badly. She said that she was going out Saturday night to the sleeziest bar she could find and find someone to fuck. Then Brenda blew my mind! She said she had an appointment the next afternoon with a divorce lawyer and private investigator. She said she was going to have the investigator follow Paul, both at home and on trips, and if she got any "dirt" on him, she was going to divorce him and take every penny he had. My heart almost stopped, because I knew that a good private eye would soon catch Paul with his dick in his daughter ...and that would be disastrous for everybody! I had to stop her from doing that! I tried to talk Brenda out of the lawyer/private eye idea. In fact, I tried to talk her out of the whole thing! I did make some points about the riskiness of her going to sleezy bars, particularly when I talked about the risk of being victimized and the health risk involved. Brenda knew I had some good arguments there. Finally, I just asked her to wait. I told her we were friends, that we trusted each other, and that maybe I could help her figure out a better plan. She had helped me with my sexual questions, maybe I could help her with this. "Help, my ass, Jason!" Brenda exclaimed. "Help? Jason, you can PREVENT! If I had your beautiful body to play with, I'd be so happy I wouldn't need a lawyer, a lover, or a new husband!" Brenda finally agreed to cancel the lawyer/PI appointment if I came over to her house to "talk" with her on Saturday. I agreed, knowing that she fully intended to seduce me if she could. But I knew I had to head off the lawyer visit, and I figured I could always just say no and walk out of her house if I had to. So...on Saturday afternoon, I rode my bike to Brenda's house. ************ Brenda was happy to see Jason. Well, that's an understatement. Actually, Brenda had laid awake all night thinking of his visit. She ran a thousand scenarios through her mind, desperately trying to come up with the perfect approach to seduce the young boy with the monster cock she just had to have. Nothing worked in her mind. She finally decided that she would go very cautiously with Jason. She didn't want to get this close and then scare him away. She would dress conservatively (for her), and would let him know she wanted him but not press the issue. At least at first. Brenda was in no hurry...she had all night. *********** When Brenda answered the door, she was dressed casually. Her shorts and simple blouse were a conservative outfit, but her tits are so enormous that she still looked very sexy, and she had the first two buttons of the blouse unbuttoned so there was a lot of tit showing. When I came into the house, Brenda invited me to her back patio for a Coke. The back patio has a table and four chairs on one side, and a couch and coffee table on the other. Brenda placed the Cokes on the coffee table, so it was pretty obvious we would be sitting on the couch. The area where the couch is has a big trellis on two sides of the patio, covered with some kind of flowering vine, which creates a pretty and very private little hideaway. We made small talk about my schoolwork as we sipped our Cokes. After a short, awkward pause in the conversation, Brenda tried to start talking about her marital situation. She got through about two sentences of an obviously carefully- rehearsed speech before breaking down in uncontrollable sobbing. Brenda's tears told me more about her than any of her angry ranting or threats to "get dirt" on Paul ever could have. Brenda's whole world was coming apart. I felt terrible for her, and I instinctively pulled her close to me and hugged her. Brenda must have sobbed for 5 minutes without letup. I hugged her the whole time. The position we were in on the couch caused her big boobs to press against my side, and the pressure of that contact caused her blouse to pucker open even more. As Brenda cried and cried, I gazed down into her ample cleavage. As I did so, my cock began to swell and became noticeable in my loose shorts. Finally, Brenda — whose eyes had been downcast anyway as she cried — noticed my growing hardon. Her reaction was more humorous than amorous. She laughed out loud. "Oh my God, Jason! It's good to see that something works right around here!" Brenda began drying her eyes. She was over the crying. Then Brenda reached forward very gently and began to rub my swollen cock through my shorts. Both of our minds flashed back to that outrageous night on the cruiseship when she jacked me off all over those magnificent tits of hers. "You know, Jason...I can't begin to tell you how much I need this big cock of yours in me. I need it sexually, I need it emotionally...I need your big cock so many ways." I could see in Brenda's eyes that she really, REALLY did need my cock. "Why me, Brenda? Why my cock?" I asked. "And how will that really help you, other than maybe temporarily satisfying your sexual needs?" "You...because you are the loveliest man I know, a person I love and respect and trust. Your cock because it is the most beautiful cock I have ever seen in my life. And it will help not only my sexual needs, but it will also help my self-esteem. I will have a man to love me, without having to go out to bars and throw myself at strangers like some slut. And it will really help my heart to know that you care for me." There wasn't much I could say to that. I unbuttoned Brenda's blouse and unfastened the front-closing bra. Her enormous tits sprung free. Brenda's face was shining and there were tears of joy in her eyes as I started to gently caress her magnificent cantaloupe-sized tits. Her nipples bounced outward, instantly hard. Brenda's breath got ragged. "Jason, my darling Jason...are you going to fuck me?" Brenda asked. "Yes Brenda...I'm going to fuck you." "Have you ever had a blow job, Jason?" "No," I lied. "Well then...before we go upstairs to bed, I want to suck you. That will make you less eager to cum and we will be able to fuck longer." I nodded agreement, trying to look like this concept was news to me. Brenda stood up and took off her blouse and bra, then her shorts, and finally her panties. She didn't do it real fast, but it wasn't a sexy striptease either. Then she stepped very close to me as I sat on the couch and hugged me. My face pressed into her big tits. I kissed them. Then I let my kisses wander downward...across her belly, softly kissing her pubic hair, until I came to her vagina. Brenda was silent, but breathing hard. I stuck my tongue out as far as I could and dragged it upward across her pussy lips, pressing inward until I ran it right up the side of her clitoris. The way I did it, it seemed like a wonderful accident, but I knew exactly what I was doing. When the tip of my tongue reached just beneath the tip of the clit, I gradually applied suction. "UHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Brenda screamed as she erupted in a sudden orgasm. Her whole voluptuous body shook with the force of the unexpected (for her) climax. "AHHHHhhhhhhhhh........" she sighed. Weak-kneed, Brenda slumped to the couch. She looked at me like she had seen a ghost. She was stunned and a little fearful that I had made her cum so quickly and skillfully. Wanton lust flashed in her eyes. She didn't say a word as she undressed me. When Brenda had me naked on the couch, she leaned forward and sandwiched my monster cock between her tits. She rocked back and forth, but her tits were too dry for titfucking. She smiled and told me we could tit-fuck later. "I have some lotion upstairs...you can lubricate me, and I can lubricate you...and then you can fuck my big tits with that beautiful cock of yours. Then you can spunk my face, hair and tits, just like on the ship! Would you like that, Jason?" Brenda asked as she continued to rub my cock with her tits. "Oh yeah!" I said. "What else would you like, Jason?" Brenda asked. "I'm going to suck you off right here on the patio...I'm going to swallow you whole and drink every drop of your precious boy-cum. And I want your big cock in my pussy. But what else would you like, Jason?" By now, Brenda had stopped rubbing me with her tits and was lightly stroking my cock with her hands. She was being careful not to get me too excited, but she was talking like a slut at the same time. "I don't know...we'll just have to see," I replied with a ragged, panting voice as the sensual feelings began to grow inside me. "Well...I don't know how nasty you are, Jase...but I'd love to try to take you in my ass. Would you like that, honey?" I tried to conceal my excitement at that prospect. Brenda had a magnificent, big ass and I would love to fuck it! I just hoped I could hold out long enough to get there. "Yeah! I would! Anything you want Brenda." I answered. With the formal agenda ratified, Brenda settled down to the matter at hand: sucking my dick. It was an incredible experience! Without prompting, Brenda became not only lover, but teacher. As she was sucking me, she would pause from time to time and tell me precisely what she was doing and why. With Brenda's consummate cock- sucking skills, I would ordinarily cum in about 30 seconds. But she interspersed the little instructional breaks just right, whenever I was getting rowdy. Finally after about five minutes of leisurely sucking, she got down to the real business. She sucked ferociously as her pretty face bobbed up and down on my huge cock! I blew a great load of cum into Brenda's hungry mouth. But she was ready for it and didn't miss a drop. She sucked me dry. Then she stuck out her tongue to show me the last blob of cum on her tongue and ceremoniously swallowed it. This woman loved sucking cock! Then Brenda took me by the hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom. I fucked her like a madman for more than two hours. She was insatiable! She just couldn't get enough of my big cock. But after only one more raucous fuck on the floor, Brenda was done. She was just too sore from my big cock to continue. I fucked her tits and gave her a big facial, but we never did get to the butt-fucking part. When we were done, I rode my bike back home and called Kim. I told her every second of what happened...except for the fellatio instructions. I would give her those when we were together, so we could make maximum use of them. I was surprised by Kim's reaction. Kim had been the one who had been encouraging me to do Brenda; she must have told me it was okay a hundred times. But when I finally did it, she reacted a little coldly. She said it was good, and encouraged me to continue, but there was a tone in her voice that told me she was not completely okay with it. I was just 15 years old when I realized a woman could say something repeatedly, REALLY mean it, and then change her mind when it actually happened. We all have to learn that sometime, so I guess I was lucky to learn it so early. ********** Jason and Brenda continued to have sex about once a week for the remainder of the semester. Except when Kim came home, of course. For reasons Brenda never understood, whenever Kim came home, Jason was unavailable. Brenda fought the urge to hate Kim for taking Jason away from her. But Brenda realized she was better off with Jason when she could have him than being completely without a man. And she also knew instinctively, that if she ever put Jason in a position of having to choose between she and Kim, she was history. So Brenda enjoyed Jason when she could, and missed him when she couldn't. It was good for Brenda to be getting sex from Jason, because Paul sure wasn't giving her any. He would usually screw her half-heartedly once each homestand, and that was it. But, as long as Brenda was getting something, she could hold on and hope Paul came around. Kim and Jason, though, had problems of their own. They missed each other terribly, of course, but that wasn't the only problem. One problem lurking in the background was, of course, Kim's ambivalent feelings about Jason and Brenda. Brenda was unwittingly becoming a wonderful master teacher to both of the young lovers, but Kim still got a twinge in her heart whenever she thought of Jason with the older woman. She kept this issue to herself, but it colored her feelings toward Jason, it diminished their relationship a little. The other problem they both had was that they were both under enormous pressure from their peers to date. Kim was a beautiful sorority girl at a big-time party school and she had a lot of offers. Kim had no problem turning down the offers. What she had a problem with was the encouragement - then pressure - then resentment - of her sorority sisters. Kim was really into the sisterhood, and it was hard to tell her sisters no. She told them she had this mysterious boyfriend, Ellbee, and she called him twice a night so they knew he was for real. But none of them ever met Ellbee. They met her parents, and her gorgeous kid brother, but never the ghostlike Ellbee. Jason also had pressure to date. In fact, he had even more pressure than Kim. He was a very good-looking kid. He was starting to really fill out his 6'1" frame with muscles and was quite a hunk. And of course, the locker-room stories Cass had heard (BIG Damn Cock on that kid!) were known in all the right places in their school. But he never dated. Friends tried to fix Jason up with their sisters. Girls called and asked him out. He went to parties with some of his male buddies and invariably attracted the attentions of really cute girls. Even his closest friends began to ask him what the hell was wrong with him. When Kim came home for Thanksgiving, it was to be a joyous weekend. It really signified the beginning of the end of that first difficult semester of separation. After Thanksgiving, there were only a couple of weeks of school left, and then Christmas Vacation! But when Kim arrived home late Tuesday night (she came home early — because she was driving and because neither she nor Jason could stand another day of being apart), things were just not right. There was tension in the air. Kim and Jason loved each other deeply, without reservation, but all of the pressures of their situation were really beginning to wear on them. They had looked forward to one magical long weekend to make the cares of the world go away, but for the first time it wasn't working. At bedtime, Kim and Jason adjourned to Jason's room and made love. It was wonderful sex, but there was a little closeness missing. For the first time since they had been together, Kim went back upstairs and slept in her own bed. She cried herself to sleep, not knowing what she was crying about. On Wednesday, though, things settled down a little. That afternoon, Kim and Jason spent some time in the pool (despite the fact that it was rather cool for swimming). As usual, the pool play degenerated into a battle of words and grabass as the two lovers regained their balance. They laughed and cut up like they hadn't since the summer. After two hours in the pool, they returned to the house, dressed, and spent the rest of the afternoon snuggling on the couch. That night, Kim returned to "our room" for good. Then, on Thursday morning something happened that really made the weekend take off. Brenda called. Betsy answered the phone and talked to Brenda for a few minutes. Then surprisingly, she told Jason that Brenda wanted to talk to him — to wish him Happy Thanksgiving. Jason told his mother to tell Brenda he wasn't home. When Betsy said Brenda knew damn well he WAS home, Jason simply said to tell her he was busy. He refused to speak to Brenda. Jason's mother thought that was snotty and rude, and told him so angrily. Kim, on the other hand, loved it. Kim was home and Jason was hers. The rest of the weekend was filled with bliss. Finally, the long weekend came to an end. Kim left at 7:30 AM Monday morning. Kim reluctantly packed her BMW, hugged everybody in the driveway (she had said her real goodbyes to Jason indoors), and headed back to Tuscaloosa. Kim hated to leave, even for a couple of weeks, but she was happy as she pulled out of the driveway. She and Jason were fine, and she had arrived at a solution for some of the pressures both of them were facing. Kim took the bypass and then headed west on I-10. At about 9:45 AM, she pulled into a rest area to get out of traffic. She pulled out her address book and cellular phone. She found the number she wanted and entered it into the phone. As she pulled back onto I-10, she pressed Send. When the woman answered the phone, Kim asked to speak to Dr. Taylor. She gave her name and waited a few seconds for him to pick up. "Hey beautiful! How are you? Where are you?" "Hi, Dave. I'm fine and I'm on I-10, heading back to ‘Bama." "Oh Boooooo! Gator-bait! Gator-bait!" Dave Taylor laughed, reminding Kim of Florida's 47-3 pounding of the once-proud Crimson Tide a few weeks earlier. "Hey listen, gorgeous...do you have time to swing down here for lunch? I'd love to see you!" "No Dave, sorry. I really don't. Tuscaloosa is a long, long drive." "Aw...well, maybe next time. We don't see each other often enough. We're all so spread out and busy." "Well, David...that's partly what I called about. Do you remember the offer you made me two years ago? That you'd always have a place for me?" "Yes, honey...of course I do." "Is it still good?" "Absolutely!" "Well I want to take you up on it." "When, baby?" "As soon as possible." "You're sure? Don't make this poor old country boy's heart jump for joy and then break it." "No...I've never been more sure of anything in my life. That's where I need to be." "You're there, kid!" and then, shouting away from the phone, "Betty, get in here! I need something in the mail right NOW!" Then Dave Taylor returned to the conversation. He quickly asked Kim a series of basic questions. Kim could hear him typing the answers into his computer as they talked. "Okay, sweetheart. You're in. I'm sending you a big package of information with everything you need. Spend a day looking at it when you get to ‘Bama, and then call me and we'll finish up all the details." ******* It was really late when Kim called from Tuscaloosa to tell us she had arrived safely. I expected her to be a little down, but she was on top of the world...like a big weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She talked to Mom and Jack briefly and then privately to me. "Hey Jase! I have a surprise for you!" "I'll bet! Okay, I'll bite, what is it?" "I'll give you a hint..." Kim said. Kim hummed a song I sorta recognized. It was a fight song that a lot of schools in the Jacksonville area used, but I couldn't quite place it. I told her I was stumped. "Okay...another hint..." She hummed a few notes from the song and then added a chant, "Taaaa...Ta Da Da Da... GO GATORS!" Now I recognized the song! It was the University of Florida fight song. But, call me dense...I still didn't get the surprise. I gave up. In a hush, Kim told me. "I am transferring to the University of Florida, Jase!" I knew instantly what THAT meant! It meant less than a hundred miles! It meant coming home every weekend! Kim was transferring almost in our back yard...just 75 miles or so up the road in Gainesville! "Wow! When?" I asked. "January." "Not this January. You mean next January, right?" "Nope...in just a couple of weeks. This January!" "No way...it takes months to apply and get accepted...there is no way you can do it that quick." "I'm already in. I did it on the phone from the car today. I'll have my class schedule set by the end of the week. I'm already there, Jase!" "That's impossible! How did you pull that off so quick?" "Well I have great grades...and I'm not a bad looking young girl...and I know how to bat my eyes at older men, even over the phone...Oh, and also, it never hurts to have an uncle who is Vice President of Admissions!" "Naw!" "Yep...Dr. David Taylor, PhD...VP of Admissions, University of Florida, and husband of my Dad's lovely sister Jean." We laughed and talked excitedly for a couple of minutes. Then Kim wanted to give Mom and Jack the news before they went to sleep. They were ecstatic. Kim was coming home! Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ Share what you know. Learn what you don't.