Chapter 2
Wendy wasn't the only one for whom sleep didn't come easily that night. Across the street, in the spacious old house whose interior had been converted into a comfortably modern home, Brandie Harper was taking a bath. Leaning back on the foam-rubber cushion attached to one end of the large oval-shaped blue bathtub, she let her body soak in a sea of bubble bath while her long, red-tipped fingers lifted a frosted glass of bourbon and soda to her ftlli rose-colored lips. Directly opposite, she could see her own reflection in the mirror, and smiling to herself, she tweaked playfully one of her cherry-like nipples whose deep red color contrasted brightly with the surrounding tufts of white bubbles. A faint twinge of pleasure emanated outward from the dark areola which, sensitized by the warm water, immediately hardened and sprang erect under her light touch.
"Brandie, girl," she said aloud as she began slowly sudsing her arms and shoulders. "You've come a long way. And if you play your cards right, honey, this is only the beginning. You've got the house, the wardrobe, money in the bank ... the only thing missing for the final dash of respectability is the man. And he'll turn up. I'm not in a hurry ... For the first time in my life, I have the luxury of being able to pick and choose, and I'm going to enjoy it. Oh, am I going to enjoy it!"
Despite her show of confidence, however, the sensuous-looking woman had to admit that sometimes it was hard to take her own advice. She wasn't used to spending so much time in chaste solitude, and sometimes she actually found herself looking forward to the one week or more every month that she spent in the Palais Crespy on Kensington Park West in an elegant suite of rooms rented by her wealthy "employer". True, it was a life she wanted to get away from, but it paid well - well enough to get her the house and an impressive bank account over the years. Besides, the parties he threw for his clients, of which Brandie was a keynote figure, weren't necessarily so bad. A little too much once in a while, but what if it was a little bizarre? That paid even better, and she wasn't above a little different action now and then. It kept her cooled off when she returned home and to the stiff atmosphere of the community.
For six months now she'd been living her double life; highly paid call girl in the city and also a quiet sophisticate with an independent income in the Valley. But this time there was a particularly long gap between trips to the city.
Her employer, a senior sales executive for a large pharmaceutical company, would be in Houston for six weeks, and unless one of her old contacts called her for service, she had several more weeks of inactivity to look forward to.
Stepping out of the bathtub, the milk-skinned blonde wrapped herself in a large, fluffy lavender towel then sprinkled her wetly glistening body with perfumed powder. Dropping the towel, she removed the wide blue silk scarf that tied her hair back and shook out her curling shoulder-length blonde hair for a critical look at her body in the mirror.
Her breasts were voluptuously rounded and pendulous, though not heavy. Indeed, with her nipples completely relaxed and spreading in wide circles of rose, they looked as firm and inviting as they ever had. The twenty-eight year old blonde whirled this way, then back again, searching for any flaw in her nearly perfect beauty, but there was none. Despite her promiscuous lifestyle, her smooth skin and radiance could have belonged to a sixteen year old virgin.
Even her pussy didn't reflect the strain she'd subjected it to in the ten years since she'd left Clear Springs, North Carolina, she mused, placing one foot on the vanity stool and spreading the dark-fringed outer lips wide apart to look over her most prized treasure. Although her maidenhead was long gone, her cuntal passage was still narrow and tight, and the folds of skin that rimmed her sensitive clitoris were soft and smooth. Playfully she teased the bud-like little organ with the tip of her finger, watching it stir restlessly below the tangle of her softly curling blonde pubic hair. For an instant she contemplated finger-fucking herself, spreading her long, shapely legs right then and there and bringing herself to orgasm. But somehow the idea wasn't too appealing tonight.
No, that isn't what I need, she decided, slipping into an azure-colored dressing gown that made her sparkling blue eyes appear even larger. What I need is a nice, light-hearted fling with somebody young and handsome, with a big thick cock and no business or personal strings attached. Yes, an all-night fuck with some well-hung stud would set me up fust fine!
It was impossible, of course. She'd gone to a lot of trouble to establish a good reputation in the local community, and she wasn't going to jeopardize it for a simple whim. No, she was in the marriage market now, and she wasn't going to blow it. Soon, she reminded herself, soon I'll meet him. Divorced, around forty, well set up, and looking for a good-looking broad to give him some tender loving care. And I'm just the girl to do it. This time, I'm holding out for... for love!
Still, the house seemed unusually quiet as she went down to the kitchen and mixed herself another drink. She decided to light a small fire, put some records on the stereo, and curl up like a kitten until she got tired enough to go to sleep.
"I'll even give myself a really big thrill," she muttered aloud, as she began piling logs and wrinkled newspaper in the large stone fireplace. I'll shoot the works and order a ham-and-cheese sandwich from the supermarket. That'll give the neighbors something to talk about!"
By the time Pete Haney arrived at her back door with sandwiches and a six-pack of Coors about 30 minutes later, the fire was blazing in the fireplace, and Brandie was beginning to feel the effects of the three strong drinks she'd had in the past hour and a half. She had to steady herself on the kitchen table as she went to answer the door.
"Hi," the beaming teenager said as he walked past her into the kitchen. "You decided to take me up on my offer after all, huh?"
Once again Pete was struck by the honey-haired older woman's physical appeal, somehow even more vivid tonight, with her face devoid of makeup and her damp hair framing her delicately oval face like a shimmering halo. She looked younger, somehow, not so different from some of the girls at school, the_ older ones with the bad reputations. It was her blue eyes, most of all, he decided. They were definitely bedroom eyes. A guy only had to look at her to start imagining all sorts of things about what she'd look like and feel like naked. Christ, he'd love to sink his hot cock into her cunt, or bury his head between her creamy thighs and lick her pussy until she screamed! She didn't seem as tall as usual, either, maybe because this was the first time he'd seen her when she wasn't wearing high heels. Tonight she had on a pair of white thong sandals that peeked out from-the hem of her long silk robe, beneath which her long curving body was probably naked, judging from the way the azure garment clung to her rounded, full breasts. ;
"I didn't think you'd still be working at this hour," Brandie replied. "Shouldn't you be home in bed by now?"
"In bed maybe, but not at home. This is my last delivery for the night, though." His sensual lips curled in a sardonic, but pleasant smile, and he stared pointedly at Brandie.
"Meaning?"
"Meaning if you're in the mood for a little company, I'm free."
Brandie Shot the boy a glance, then threw back her head and laughed. She knew his type. He was the kind of hard-fucking smart-ass kid she used to hang out with back home in North Carolina. All bull and no brains - until life kicked him around a little. And it would. It always did. Then his type had a tendency to get a little ugly. Hell, judging from the way the kid looked at her, he was already a little ugly-minded, but in her present state of intoxication, she didn't really mind
"Well if you're a very good boy, I think I might manage some milk and cookies, or even a Pepsi," she bantered, raising an eyebrow and smiling a little more flirtatiously than she would have if she had been in complete control of her actions.
"Fuck that stuff," Pete snorted. "I brought over a little grass with me. You interested?"
"What makes you think I'm the kind who goes in for that illegal stuff?" the shapely blonde asked, leading him into the firelit living room.
"Oh, I don't know. You seem pretty hip. I'll bet you're into a lot of things that would surprise the people around here." The confident teenager took out a pack of cigarettes, ripped the top off, and yanked four rolled marijuana "joints" from the inside. "Am I wrong?" he asked, holding one out toward her.
"Not entirely," Brandie replied after a short pause. Then she took the cigarette and twirled it thoughtfully in her hands, until Pete leaned forward with a match to light it for her. His hands, she noticed, were long and powerful-looking for a boy his age, and the backs were fringed slightly with dark-brown hair.
They passed the cigarette back and forth, their fingers touching a little more each time, until Pete lit another joint and began walking around the spacious living room, looking at and commenting on various objects. Brandie finished the first joint and watched him, leaning back against the sofa cushions and letting her eyes move lazily over his young male body, still tightly enclosed in faded bluejeans and T-shirt. The thick sweet smoke of the drug curled down into her lungs, making her body feel light and relaxed.
He had the kind of body that had always turned her on, as far back as she could remember - lean and hard, almost a little clumsy, but long and muscular without an ounce of fat. Even in high school that was the kind of body she couldn't resist. Brandie closed her eyes and took another puff on the joint, remembering, almost able to smell, the oil and the leather jackets, to hear the sound of young, raucous male voices joking about the merits of their "wheels" and their "mamas" to taste the tartness of the cheap red wine they passed around as they, raced over the hilly back roads of Clear Springs,.North Carolina at two o'clock on a Sunday, morning. Motorcycle mama for the Iron Kings, property of Hank. Christ! How long ago it seemed now! But sweet to remember, oh yes, sweet. A, warm excitement stirred the blue-eyed call-girl as memories from her past flooded her mind ... long nights of depraved sex and wild partying, when it became a challenge to her to see how far she could go, how much she could take. And she loved it, every crazy lewd minute of it, every long thick cock that had been shoved up between her legs or buttocks or into her open mouth, Hank's or the "brothers" he lent her to occasionally. Pete probably has a cock like Hank's, she thought, thick and long, sticking out thick as a fence post over his tight little balls. His cock-hair's probably just like the hair on his arms, only darker. I wonder if he's got it on his thighs, too, she mused ...
"What's behind the curtain?" Pete's voice interrupted her obscene reverie. He was looking beyond her to the wall perpendicular to the fireplace, which was covered with a floor-to-ceiling drape of cherry-red shantung.
"Pull the cord," Brandie said, pointing to a long tasseled rope that hung from one side of the drape. Pete did as he was told, but the mechanism jammed, and nothing happened. "Here, I'll show you," Brandie said as she sprang from the couch.
Feeling as though she were floating from the potent effects of the marijuana, the sultry blonde walked over to the curtain cord and tugged on it lightly. Immediately the drapes slid back with a soft rustling sound, revealing a floor-to-ceiling mirror that covered most of the wall.
"Far out," Pete murmured. "What's that for?"
"I used to be a dancer. I still use it to keep in shape - exercises, things like that. Besides," she continued, not quite conscious of what she was saying, "I like to look at myself. I'm very vain."
"The way you look, you got a right to be." They were facing each other, and she could feel his heart pounding in his chest at the nearness of this enticingly desirable older woman. He, too, was feeling the effects of the stuff they'd smoked, and his cock was pounding in his pants like an angry bull. To his drug-fogged eyes, Brandie looked like a fantasy vision from the Arabian Nights, with her sun-bright hair and limpid blue eyes. Her silk robe had fallen open just slightly when she got up from the couch, and he couldn't prevent his eyes from wandering to the invitingly sculpted line of her cleavage disappearing down into the sheer folds of the shimmering garment. He wanted her, bad. His whole body ached with desire. And ... and he was almost certain she wanted him, too. Hell, why shouldn't she? She was a woman, and he was a man, wasn't he? It didn't matter that she was older than he was. Some things didn't necessarily go by age. He'd seen her looking at him before, when she didn't think he was looking. Even now, her eyes were on him, with an amused, challenging look in them that seemed to be taunting him to prove his manhood.
"You're not so bad yourself, handsome," Brandie whispered. Then, before he knew what was happening, she took his face in one of her cool hands and kissed him, full and soft on the mouth, letting the tip of her tongue run lightly over his lips.
The brown-haired delivery boy felt as though a bomb had exploded in his loins as her lips touched his, and with a low moan, he seized her soft pliant body in his arms, running his hands over her back and buttocks and crushing her breasts tightly against his hard-muscled young chest. Bending her backwards, he buried his head in her neck, sucking her sweetly scented flesh between his lips and teeth and raising little red welts" of passion on her smooth white neck and shoulders.
"Whoa, slow down, lover boy," Brandie shouted as his hands began fumbling shakily with the sash of her robe. "Let's not rush into anything." Twisting away from him, she walked to the stereo and removed the record which had ended, she wasn't sure how long ago. Her feelings were confused. On the one hand, she was drunk and stoned and ... and hot. On the other hand, it wasn't exactly a smart move to hop into bed with the local grocery boy, was it?
But her mental objections seemed faint and ineffective in the face of the raging torrent of sexual desire that the self-assured teenager's hungry caresses had roused in her. Hell, she was entitled to a fling once in a while, wasn't she? Indeed, goaded on by the potent chemicals in her system as well as by her overwhelming feelings of lust, Brandie found herself resenting her self-imposed chastity, no matter how good her reasons were. One thing she'd learned in her life: you have to take your good luck where you find it.
Still standing by the wall-sized mirror, his penis throbbing frantically in his pants, Pete watched her select another record and put it on the stereo.
"You gonna throw me out now?" he asked.
Brandie turned to face him. Without answering, she gathered several large, overstuffed pillows from the couch and threw them on the floor in front of the fireplace. Then she lit another joint from the two remaining on the table and lowered herself down on the cushions, crossing her long, tapering legs, revealed in the opening of her robe.
"No," she said softly, looking up at him from beneath her long eyelashes. "I don't think so." . In a flash, Pete was on the floor beside her, his hands tearing at her silk robe, pulling it open until his hands came in contact with her beckoning flesh. Brandie moaned softly as his lips seized first one, then the other of her nipples, sucking and twisting them into quivering hardness. Placing the joint on the hearth, the excited older woman began returning his caresses, tearing at his clothes and unbuttoning his shirt. Jerking away from her for a moment, Pete quickly stripped naked. His cock swelled with passion and his balls tightened with lustful anticipation of a really wild fuck as her eyes roved over his hard young body. Then he pulled her robe off her entirely, so that she, too, was naked, except for the white thong sandals.
Seeing Brandie Harper stretched out like that completely naked in front of him made Pete feel more excited than he ever had been in his life. He felt like a barbarian chieftain with a slave, a beautiful, light-skinned concubine that he could use any obscene way he wanted. The idea made his blood pound hotter in his temples, and he threw himself on top of her grinding his cock against the softness of her belly and forcing her mouth open so his tongue could explore its dark, warm cave-like interior.
Brandie responded to his caresses with animal abandon, rolling this way and that on the pillows and running her hands greedily over the flesh of his naked back and buttocks. He was just as good as she'd thought he'd be, she exulted, and his cock was a monster! Working her hand between their tightly locked bodies, she seized its wildly pulsating hardness and skillfully pulled back the soft, loose foreskin to expose the rubbery head, teasing it with her nimble finger, rubbing and shaking it with artful moves that drove young Pete wild with lust. Not to be outdone, he snaked his own hand up between her parted legs to the curling strands of blonde pubic hair that surrounded her warmly throbbing cuntal slit. Brandie cried out with pleasure beneath him as his extended middle finger found her tender clitoris and rotated frantically against it, sending stabs of lusty passion spiraling through her nakedly aroused body. Then he worked his probing finger downward to the moist little entrance of her welcoming vagina. For a moment he played teasingly around the sensitive opening, and then with one swift smooth stroke, he plunged his rigidly extended middle finger all the way up between her legs.
"Ooooooohhhh yessss," Brandie groaned, spreading her legs wider to receive the full length of his lewdly invading finger, while her hands continued their frenzied massaging of his pulsing young cock. "Yesssssssss!"
In response, Pete rammed his finger even deeper up into the moistly heated interior of her cunt, twisting, probing and stretching the eagerly contracting walls wide, while Brandie moaned ecstatically.
"Oh, I want to fuck you," he moaned. "I want to fuck the living daylights out of you."
"Then do it, lover, right now!"
Brandie pulled away from him, and he removed his finger from her desire-drenched cunt. Then, to his surprise, the voluptuously naked blonde turned over on her stomach and propped herself up on her elbows and knees facing the huge mirror on the opposite wall. Her buttocks swayed back in lewd invitation to the sex-driven young teenager.
She peered at him from beneath a curtain of disheveled honey-colored hair and ran her pink tongue lightly over her lips. "Fuck me from behind, Pete," she invited in a sultry voice, "so we can watch it in the mirror!"
The young delivery boy could hardly believe his ears at her obscene invitation, but there was no doubt about what she meant. Her upturned buttocks were spread wide, and he could see the wetly glistening pink slit of her pussy contracting involuntarily with carnal allure.
He didn't have to be asked twice. Quickly kneeling behind her, he seized the softly flaring flesh of her hips in his hands and squeezed it hungrily, rocking her back and forth against the obscene protuberance of his hotly throbbing cock, which was purplish-red with-excitement, the blue veins along the length swollen and stretched taut. Gripping his lust-engorged shaft in his hand, he positioned it with the blunt, bulbous tip at the entrance to her moistly, contracting cunt. His eyes met Brandie's in the mirror, and he could hardly believe the incredibly erotic image they made together - himself looking like a goddamn satyr, about to plunge his sixteen year old cock into the upturned pussy of the sexiest woman he'd ever seen. Shift The guys would never believe it!
"Come into me, Pete," Brandie urged. "Shove your beautiful big young cock all the way inside my cunt! Now!"
With a deep, savage growl, the teenager leaned forward, bracing himself on her hips with his hands, and sank his blood-gorged penis all the way up into her deep female softness - right to the hilt - until the wide base slammed against the tightly stretched circle of her vagina.
"Ooooohhh," Brandie groaned, "that's it! Fuck me good!"
The brown-haired delivery boy began to move his lust-bloated cock in and out between her legs, slowly at first, then picking up speed as tantalizing ripples of pleasure washed through his adolescent body. Brandie fucked back, her movements in perfect rhythm with his rapidly mounting strokes, her experienced cuntal muscles clutching at his rigidly erect shaft, then letting go, milking him softly and drawing him ever deeper up inside her hungry loins.
"Oh ... baby ..." he groaned, scarcely able to get the words out, "I'm gonna give it to you like you've never had it before! I'm gonna fuck you so good you won't be able to walk for a week!"
"Do it!" Brandie implored, her head thrown back and her eyes closed in ecstasy. "Do it harder! As hard as you can!"
Gone were all thoughts of propriety or concern for her reputation. She was nothing but a quivering mass of desire-racked female flesh now, wanting only one thing - a stiff hard cock ramming up into her aching cunt with all its might, filling her completely until she couldn't take any more. Digging her knees into the thick pile of the carpet, Brandie leaned back into Pete's merciless cock-strokes, struggling to maintain her balance against their increasing force, a force which almost threatened to lift her clear off the floor with each thrust. This was what she lived for - wild, crazy sex, the harder the better! This was what really made her feel alive! Out of control now, she screamed obscene demands to the lustily pumping youth, while the eyes of both of them were riveted to their own lewd images in the mirror.
"Harder! Harder!" she urged. "Hurt me! Hurt me with your big cock! Oh God it feels so good! Oh Pete! Peeeeeettttte!"
Her cries were all the young delivery boy needed to fuel the animal savagery which was now taking him over completely. He fucked her without mercy, his hard, sexually tensed buttocks lunging powerfully back and forth, his eyes glued to the torridly obscene images in the wall-size mirror. His thickly throbbing penis was swollen nearly to the bursting point, and, his drum-tight balls slapped wetly against her steaming inner thighs. Every one of his young muscles strained with lustful need as his rock-hard penis tore along the helplessly quaking walls of her love-hungry cunt. He reached beneath her and gripped the soft, spongy mounds of her lushly swaying breasts and squeezed them hard, sending even more excruciating sensations of both pleasure and pain through the nakedly kneeling blonde's passion-charged body. At that moment the rutting teenager felt his semen begin to surge upward in his loins, filling his hot young testicles and threatening to overflow.
"I'm cu-cu-cummmmmmmiinnngg!" he gasped. "Cummminnnggg!"
His words excited in Brandie a feeling of throbbing, burning exultancy. Her blood raced feverishly through her straining body, her skin tingled as if licked by flames. The raging thrills in her hotly clutching vagina grew to mind-shattering proportions and waves of pulsing hot pleasure deluged her loins.
"Cum," she urged, never taking her eyes from the mirror as she ground her ripely rounded buttocks back hard against Pete's firm young belly. "Cum now! With me!"
Her lust-inflamed cuntal walls palpitated wildly and gushed with steamy female essences, just as Pete's cock exploded with a stream of white, bubbling cum that jetted from the parted glans of his cock-head and poured into her grasping cunt like a bursting dam.
"Aaaahhhh!" Pete screamed as his white-hot semen spurted madly up into her writhing belly. His body, arched triumphantly, and Brandie drew in the cream-like sperm rapturously, her body writhing with pleasure. Her own cuntal juices were flowing freely, gushing around his jerking penis.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, the torrid coupling was over. Pete withdrew his dripping rod of flesh from Brandie's still trembling vagina, and the ravaged older woman fell forward on her belly on the rug. For a moment they each lay still, hardly touching. Then Pete lit another joint, took a deep puff and handed it to Brandie.
"Well, you kept your word," she purred as she took the sweet-smelling cigarette from the teenager's hand. "You really do deliver."
Pete grinned with male pride, and his hands reached out to stroke the milky flesh of her thighs. "Baby," he said, looking at her impudently, "you ain't seen nothing yet!"