Chapter 9
Gently, Brewster began to rearrange Mandy's legs. She relaxed, letting him do what he wanted, her mouth still pressed against his, her tongue dancing against his. Finally, both of them were sitting up, her legs stretched out straight and straddling his waist. She was sitting on his cock now and it seemed to go even deeper than before as her bodyweight pressed her down upon his meat. Her ass was perched on his thighs, her arms tight around his back. They kissed again and again. His mouth was hot and warm and soft. She grew hungrier, feasting on the stab of his tongue as her pussy tightly clasped the huge, hot cock that impaled her cunt completely.
"I...I didn't know you could do it sitting up like this!" she hollered.
"There are lots of ways you can do it!" As she said this, Brewster fucked his cock harder. Mandy's blue eyes widened and she pulled in a quick breath.
"Oh!" she gasped.
"Like that?" he asked.
"Yes!" She ran her tongue across her lips and squeezed back, her pussy contracting around the base of the big man's cock. He smiled and blinked.
"I like that, too!" he screamed.
"Kiss me again, Brewster," Mandy begged, her freckled nose tilted up, her mouth open. Brewster kissed her slowly and deeply. Again, she was unable to keep her hips from doing a slow, sexy dance. Her pink pussy flesh smeared his prick with her juices as she writhed.
"Ohhhhh, Brewster, I want to come so bad!" Mandy wailed.
"Then you must like to fuck now, am I right?"
Mandy bit her lip. "Yes! Ohhh, yes, I do. I guess I've wanted to do this since the very first. I've been so mixed up." Her hips plunged faster. "Ohhh, my god! Ohhh, I'm gonna faint if it gets much better!"
She clung to Brewster's chest, her nails digging into his back, her firm round tits sliding up and down against his body as she jerked and twisted against the lovely shaft of rigid cock meat that filled her cunt so completely.
"Nhhhyyyuuhhh," she groaned, losing all control.
"Okay, baby, just go ahead and get what you want."
"Need it so bad!" Mandy panted, her ass plunging, her open mouth smearing wetly against Brewster's neck. "Need fucking so bad!"
"Go, baby, get it good!"
"Ohh, ohhhhhh, Brewster! Hold me tight! I'm gonna explode!"
It hadn't taken much to urge her tingling pussy into the final throes of ecstasy. She felt the tickle turn into something too incredible for words. The pleasure flowed through her pussy like she was melting into Brewster's body. She was becoming part of him. She lifted and fell upon his cock. She hooked her arms around his neck so she could lift herself up, sliding her tight pussy almost to the tip of his prick, then wiggling herself back down until she felt his balls pressing against her open slit.
"...deep," she murmured. "Nice and deep!"
All the while, Brewster kissed her neck and ears and mouth. He helped lift her, letting her pussylips slip around his cock head. Each time, his cock seemed to stab her deeper than before.
Mandy was coming like she'd never come in her life. She stretched away from Brewster, her head thrown back, her blonde hair tossing wildly as she writhed against him. The juicy, fucking sound between her thighs was the prettiest music she'd ever heard. The pulsing stretch of her cunt around his cock was sending her into paradise.
"Ohh, ohhhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!" she moaned.
Her belly pulled in under her ribs as she came. She couldn't breathe or think or worry about anything. She was completely alive, every nerve in her body tingling. Brewster rose on his knees, pushing her onto her back on the bed. Her knees went up high as he began to plunge between her soft thighs. Mandy gave a squeal as he sucked her nipples, his hands kneading her youthful curves, his cock slamming and spearing and fucking her into another world.
Mandy was totally free for the first time in her life. She dug her heels into the small of Brewster's back, then rubbed them down along his ass. She could feel every wild lunge. She could feel the incredibly powerful fucking movements of his body. And her pussy was stroked in a way that made her whole body shudder. She came with wild screams of passion. She clawed the big man's back. Her heels locked around his thighs as she plunged her cunt mound up and down, her cunt squeezing the base of Brewster's cock shaft.
Hot cum spattered into her pussy. She felt every surge, every hot jet enter her cunt. She rolled her hips faster, her breath screaming in her throat, her hands pulling at him, her cunt flesh sucking at his cock.
They kissed, a sloppy, wild kiss. Their tongues lashed together like snakes fighting. Mandy gave a little cry each time she felt another spurt of cum boil into the deepest part of her wet pussy.
"Ohhhhh, Brewster, darling! Ohhhhh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
It could have ended then but it didn't. Mandy felt herself rolled over again to be on top. She wiggled against Brewster's chest, keeping her itchy pleasure surging until, after dying away, it came back again. She was coming for the second time, her tight hole stripping the length of the big man's cock each time another jolt of ecstasy went through her. And he was still so hard and stiff!
"Nnnhhuuhh," she moaned, her nostrils flared with excitement. "I don't ever want it to end!"
But it had to. Mandy was hardly aware of exactly what had happened when her spasms finally ended. She found herself stretched out on the bed, her cunt empty. She blinked and came to full consciousness, her hand stretching out to find Brewster. He was there beside her on his back, his big cock resting against his thigh. It was glossy with cum and cunt juice. Though it wasn't as big as it had been inside her, it was still pretty big.
Mandy whimpered and crawled over. His prick was heavy and somewhat limp as she cradled it in her fingers and began to lap the spilled cum from its dusky head. Brewster gave a moan and caressed her head with lazy fingers.
"You're incredible," he sighed. "You learn everything very fast, you know."
"You've been a good teacher."
"Then you'll go with me to Europe?"
Mandy swallowed down a string of cum and looked up at him. "Me? Go with you?"
"Yeah, my deal with Jimmy is pretty well set up now, all the loose ends taken care of. I'll be heading back to my chateau outside of Paris. But I don't want to go alone."
Mandy remembered the photographs her boss had taken of her and his promise to expose her to her parents if she ever disobeyed him. The chance that Tommy might be able to get his hands on that incriminating evidence was pretty slim.
"I can't go, Brewster. I just can't." she said sadly.
"You want to, don't you?"
Mandy nodded. "I never thought I'd say yes to you, but I would go. I don't think I'll ever be the same after what you just did to me."
"What did I just do to you?" Brewster asked with a smile.
Mandy turned her bright blue eyes up to him. "You fucked me, Brewster. You fucked me like I needed to be fucked. I want to spend the rest of my life fucking you."
"Then why can't you go with me to Europe? Is it some hold that Jim's got on you?"
Mandy took a deep breath and nodded. "Give me until tomorrow. Maybe I can say yes then."
"Listen, I'll say something to Jim if it'll help."
"You'd better wait for now," Mandy told him. "I've got to be careful how I do this. There's a lot at stake for me."
Brewster rose and jerked on his pants. "I'd better get topside and see if we're still on course."
"I'm coming with you."
"Great. We can have some fun while I teach you how to steer the ship."
Mandy's mind cart wheeled. She could guess what Brewster had in mind. And when they got to the wheelhouse, she found she'd guessed right. While she clung to the big, brass wheel, Brewster slipped his cock into her from behind while she arched her back to push her pussy out to him. Slowly, wonderfully, he fucked her like that until she could hardly focus on the ocean ahead. Her hands clutched the wheel until her knuckles went white. Then she came, her juices mingling with more hot cum. It was wonderful to feel the sexy mess of jism and pussy sauce dripping down the in sides of her thighs. She stood on tiptoes while Brewster rammed and stroked her. It seemed he went on coming forever. And the rub of her asscheeks against his belly was nice.
"Brewster, darling," she panted at last, "it's getting awfully slippery. My toes keep sliding around on the deck...."
"Guess we spilled something," Brewster gasped against Mandy's neck. She was bent forward, still clinging to the wheel. Though they'd both finished coming, Brewster was still moving his cock in and out of her pussy very slowly. "You've just got to go with me to Europe," he told her. "I don't think I can do without you now."
Mandy packed all her things that morning before leaving the imagine penthouse her boss was paying for. She managed to hide her activities from Tanya, not wanting word to get out to Jimmy that she was about to make a break for it. Of course, she couldn't go at all unless she was able to get her hands on those photographs. But she was determined to manage that somehow. After Brewster had fucked her the evening before she realized she needed him as badly as he needed her. She wondered how long she could last without his big, hot cock. Even before lunch hour rolled around, she was having daydreams of being fucked by him. She was thankful that her boss was out of his office. If he'd called her in for some fun and games, she would have felt very strange. And to refuse him at this stage in her plans might upset everything.
Brewster was going to stop by sometime in the afternoon for her decision whether she would go with him or not. Mandy needed word from Tommy before then. Had he been able to find what she needed?
It was after ten when she became too nervous to work on any more of Jim's personal mail. She slipped out of the office and hurried upstairs to Tommy's room on the second floor of the mansion. When he opened the door, he gave her a smile and motioned towards the bed. Mandy's heart jumped when she saw the pictures, some of them enlarged. There were negatives, too.
"I got what you wanted," Tommy said, running a hand around her waist.
"I'm so ashamed," Mandy gasped, picking one up. There she was just like the first night Jimmy had fucked her. Her long legs were sprawled open, her nightie tangled around her waist, her pussy gleamed wetly in the light from the flesh. There was no mistaking the smears of cum on her thighs, dripping from her torn pussy hole.
"It turns me on," Tommy said, his hand tightening around her. His other fingers worked the button of her skirt.
"No, Tommy, not now. I've got to destroy these."
"Look, I took a hell of a chance. I had to make it look like a prowler had gotten into the darkroom," he said.
"I know you took a chance, and I appreciate it."
"You're going to let me fuck you tonight, aren't you?" The boy pouted, his hand caressing the swell of her ass. Through her clinging nylon panties, she could feel the warmth of his touch.
"Of course," she lied, hoping that by that evening she would be with Brewster far away.
"But until then," Tommy smiled. "I'll need a little something to tide me over."
"Tommy, really...."
"Really," he whispered, kissing her ear. Mandy gathered the photos and negatives, making sure all of them were there. After putting them back into the envelope, she turned towards the door. Tommy stood there blocking her way.
"Come on, Mandy, I can't wait until tonight. Can't we have a little quickie?"
"Tommy, I...."
But before she could slip around him, Tommy pushed his hand under her skirt and was trying to get the stubborn button loose with the other. She was pressed back against the door. Tommy gave up on the button and used both hands to jerk at her panties.
"No! Don't do that, Tommy, not now. I've got to get back to my desk!"
"My old man isn't even here. Who cares if you're at your desk or not?"
Tommy kissed her mouth and the envelope slipped from her fingers. She was fighting him, but weakly. His fingers had already stretched her panty crotch to one side and were exploring the hot wet folds of her pussy. She moaned when she felt the head of his cock being pushed against her cunt.
"Please, Tommy, can't we wait? Can't we...uhhhhhh! Ohhhh, my god!"
His slender cock had slipped between her pussy lips and popped against her muscled cunt hole before she'd had a chance to react. With one quick thrust, half of his cock had been buried in her feverish cunt. She wiggled a little, surprised by the sudden stiffness inside her pussy.
Tommy's slender prick slipped in deeper as he grasped her asscheeks and shoved against her. She was pinned against the door, her feet spread on the rug, her hands clutching his shoulders. She tried to keep him away, but the pleasure was spreading fast now, making her pussy surge with thrills.
"So damned hot...." the boy gasped, spearing her again. Her juices leaked down his rigid shaft and wet his balls. He dug his fingers into her firm ass. "Oh, god, Mandy! I'm crazy about you. I never knew I'd feel this way about a girl, but I do about you."
"Even after what your father's done to me?"
"To hell with him. You're going to be mine from now on. We'll run away if we have to."
"Ohhhhhh, Tommy, ohhhh, it's going in deep!"
Mandy was surprised just how deep his slender cock could fuck her. Since it went in easier, each thrust seemed to root in the deepest, hottest part of her cunt. In a few seconds, she'd forgotten about resisting him. Her hands slipped down his back and she realized that her fingers were urging against his ass, urging him deeper. Her hips rocked forward and back. She was rubbing her clit against the base of his shaft while he licked her mouth and whispered how crazy he was about her.
She flicked her blonde hair and let her emotions go. What did it matter now if she had one last fling with the young man who'd helped her out of her jam? She owed him that much. She was beginning to realize just how much a man needed that soft, hot hole in a woman's body. Brewster needed it bad enough to take her with him wherever he went. She knew she had something, a certain innocence and way of fucking that drove men wild. It was driving Tommy wild right now.
"Ohh, god Mandy, make it tight! Ohhhh like that, yeah! Ohhh, Mandy, I love you!"
Mandy plunged her hips faster, panting in Tommy's ear, then lashing out with her tongue to send him into excited shivers. He made sounds like a little lost boy who'd found comfort in his mother's arms. But he certainly wasn't treating her like a mother! Mandy smiled and petted his head and rolled her hips in a wild frenzy of lust that caused her satin slick pussy to pull strongly at the slender cock that filled it.
With a sharp cry, Tommy let go. She felt each upward lunge as his cock bubbled over with hot cum. She was close herself, but she didn't push herself to the edge. She made it good for Tommy instead, lurching and rubbing and panting into his ear. He liked that. His cock spurted rhythmically until at last he was finished coming.
"Now eat me," Mandy said, pushing his shoulders down. She was curious about just how much power she did have over Tommy.
He knelt on the floor between her spread feet, his cock dangling before him. It was still very stiff and coated with her juices and his spilled cum. Without hesitating, he buried his mouth up against the soft, blonde fluff of her cunt. She heard the slurpy sounds as he licked her cummy slit, his fingers clutching her thighs as he worked his tongue between the swollen folds of her cunt.
"Ohhhhh, yes, Tommeeee!" She hunched her back, pushing her hips out so he would find her clit. It throbbed like a time bomb. Every caress of his tongue inched her closer to what she wanted. She was trembling how, her long fingers tangled in the young man's hair. She was panting loudly, her breathing ragged and wild.
"Uhh, uhhhhh, Tommy! Uhhhhh, there, lick me right there!"
Her nails clawed his scalp. She jerked his head up so that his mouth feasted on that tingling, white hot lump of flesh that would send her into orbit. Her clit had grown into an inch long finger of tender meat, and Tommy pressed it between his lips.
"Nhhhaaaaahh!" Mandy cried, grinding her cunt in frenzied movements against his open mouth. She came with exquisite spasms that wracked her slim body. She came with the thrill of knowing that Tommy was her slave now. At least when she had him on his knees like this.
"Keep licking Tommy. Ohhhh, don't stop now!" she howled.
But it had to stop sometime. Maybe a girl would die if she came for more than a few seconds. Mandy was sure that the human body wasn't built to stand that much pleasure. But now that it was over, now that her short journey into paradise had ended, she pushed Tommy away and slipped her panty crotch back across her freshly fucked pussy. Immediately, it was drenched with cum.
"I'll see you tonight then?" Tommy asked cautiously.
"Yes, Tommy. Just come over to the apartment."
When she went back downstairs, the photos under her arm, Mandy felt bad about what she was going to do. Tommy would be expecting so much now that he'd helped her. And she was going to run out on him. She decided to leave Tanya a note on her desk. Maybe she could talk the dark haired beauty into giving Tommy sympathy when he found that his blonde haired dream had vanished. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate what he'd done for her. But she knew that Brewster was what she wanted now. When he looked at her, she felt already fucked. And when he fucked her, she died and went to heaven.
When Brewster came into her office at three that afternoon, she almost jumped across her desk to greet him. Mandy thrust her hips forward and rubbed her hands up and down his back.
"Still love me?" she whispered, her bright blue eyes mischevous.
"Oh, god, yes." He caressed her firm ass. She'd cleaned up since Tommy had fucked her that morning, but her pussy was still swollen. It pressed out against the thin satin of her fresh panties. She was wearing the little string and lace things Brewster had given to her the night on the boat. And the red silk halter was just visible under the edge of her low cut top. "And I can see you're ready."
"Got my bag right here," she said, showing him where she'd been hiding it.
"Then let's get the hell out of here before Jimmy comes back. He's a friend of mine, but I think I'd have to fight him if he saw me kidnapping you."
In less than two hours they were on board a transatlantic plane. As the stewardess checked to see that all seat belts were fastened, she gave Brewster a superheated look. He leaned to whisper in Mandy's ear.
"I hope she doesn't think I could be tempted. Maybe she thinks you're my daughter."
"I don't mind being your daughter," Mandy cooed, her hand finding the lump in his slacks. Brewster held a magazine over where she was touching, shielding her explorations from the other passengers. "Ohhh, you're so hard."
"That's because I haven't fucked you today yet," he said lewdly.
"How can we here? And it's such a long flight." Mandy squeezed again. His cock tip felt like a warm, spongy ball. She worked down the tab of his zipper. It didn't take her but a second to slip under his skivvies and curl her hot fingers around his shaft. Brewster's eyes half closed.
"God damn, Mandy, you're a crazy little cunt."
"That's what you've been training me for, isn't it?" His prick stiffened, straightening from the bind of his underwear. Now she could massage the full length of it more easily. Her thumb and forefinger formed a tight ring around his knob, moving back and forth deliciously.
"Anybody looking at us?" Mandy gasped.
"Naw, the kids in the seat across the aisle are all glued to the window." Brewster moved his hips. "And the stewardess is on her way to the kitchen."
"Are you close?" Mandy sighed, hungry for him now. Hungry for his cum.
"Five seconds," Brewster gasped, "...four...three...."
With a final look around, Mandy pushed the magazine out of the way, dropped her head down and fastened her wet lips around the head of Brewster's cock. Before her eager tongue had licked him more than half a dozen times, he let out a sigh and shuddered. A hot fountain of cum boiled into her mouth. Mandy cooed happily, gulping the thick curds down, her mouth sliding slickly over his firm, throbbing prick tip.
"You lovely little wench," Brewster moaned, petting her head. "I love you, Mandy." And even as she went on sucking, Mandy smiled.