Chapter 5
"Alan, should we have just walked out like that?" Brenda asked, as he closed and locked the door firmly behind him.
"They really piss me off sometimes. They are so hung up on social standing, and proper etiquette, and they don't even know how to be polite to a guest of mine."
"I think your mother is a little overprotective, Alan," she said, realizing where his mother was probably coming from.
"My mother is determined to stop me from being with someone I chose. It has to be a choice of her own, not mine. It really burns me up, and she knows it."
"Listen, Alan, if you think that I should leave, I-"
"Brenda, not another word like that. You are my guest, and you are staying. Besides, I can't wait to get into your hot little pussy," he said, and they both began to laugh.
Brenda was upset, it was true, but Alan's good nature about the whole thing, and his obvious lusty-type looks at her, with his intense blue eyes, soon made her forget everything but him, and what they were going to do.
Now they had a big bed, the whole night, and could really get to know one another properly. Things had been so rushed before, it would be different this time around.
Brenda jumped on the bed, and started bouncing around on it like a little kid.
"This bed is like a football field, it is so fucking big," she exclaimed, in awe at its enormous size. It was the biggest bed that she had ever laid eyes on, and she had seen quite a few!
"I had it custom made," he told her, perhaps a little boastfully. "I like to have lots of room to move around."
"I just bet you do," Brenda said, poking him firmly in the ribs. "I just bet you do!"
"Want to play, do you?" he said, starting to tickle her savagely, sending her into fits of laughter, and causing tears of humor to stream down her cheeks, smearing her eye makeup.
"Now look what you've done," Brenda said. "I must look a mess."
"You look beautiful, love, and I'm going to devour every inch of you," he said, lunging at her, and spreading his massive frame out over hers, crushing her into the soft mattress of the enormous bed.
Alan sent his tongue darting into Brenda's open and more than willing mouth. She sucked it in, and sent her own back into Alan's. They French-kissed like this for a long time. They had all night, and neither of them were in any kind of a rush.
Brenda, at least for the moment, had forgotten about everything. She forgot where she was, what day or time it was, the hassle that just occurred downstairs with his parents, everything. Everything except Alan, and the erotic lovemaking that was now getting underway.
She threw her arms around Alan's massive back and shoulders, and squeezed him firmly. She liked to squeeze his muscular body, because he was strong and virile, and she knew that he could take all of her squeezing and then some.
She put all of her strength into her hug, and he returned the favor by pressing his crotch into hers firmly. She could feel his huge pecker pressing against her already moist pussy, and it sent shivers of delight coursing through her horny and quite excited young body.
Both of them were fully dressed, and that made it even more exciting to both of them. Undressing one another, or better yet, undressing in front of one another, would be fun.
"Brenda, stand up and take off your clothes for me. But slowly, you know, like a striptease. Please?"
"Only if you go first," she replied, grinning. It was a little funny for her, because so many times men who were paying for her company back in New York asked her to do the exact same thing. Now, however, she was doing it down here in Florida with a handsome stud, who already, she realized, she had fallen so much in love with.
"Okay, you asked for it," Alan said, springing up off the bed with all the agility of a graceful tiger.
Very slowly, very sensuously, and most deliberately, he began to take off his clothes.
He pulled off his handsome sports jacket. The tight turtleneck sweater that he was wearing underneath, outline his massive muscular torso beautifully, and drove her out of her mind with sexual excitement and anticipation of what was to follow.
I He stood there for a few moments, just staring at her, spreading his feet apart slightly, and taking a superman stud pose. He was really getting into his male striptease and Brenda was delighted.
She had had a feeling that he would get into it, that was why she had asked him to go first. She knew hat if she stripped in front of him first, he would have lunged into her and ravaged her body with his affections-not that she would have minded.
This way, she was going to get a teasing, tantalizing sneak preview of the flesh that she was going to have some twenty-four hours to explore.
Finally, and after deliberately making Brenda wait to see his naked flesh, Alan pulled his tight-fitting sweater up over his broad shoulders.
Brenda gasped when she saw his flesh. It was dark tan, obviously he had spent many hours in the sun. His muscles rippled and shined in the light of the bedroom, and she could actually feel her mouth watering with anticipation.
One of her biggest hang-ups was men's stomachs. She knew that if a man had a firm stomach, he was usually pretty strong all over. It was almost a sign of virility to her, like that of a large cock and did Alan ever have a beautifully developed washboard stomach.
When he leaned over to put his sweater on a chair by the bed, his stomach muscles rippled like crazy, and Brenda felt her pussy getting moister and moister.
He just stood there, arms at his side, a very serious and intent look on his face. He knew that she was devouring him with her eyes, and it was exciting him.
He had never taken off his clothes like that, deliberately stripping in front of a woman before. He was surprised to find out that it was exciting him quite a bit.
He decided to take further advantage of the situation, wanting to stimulate Brenda even more, so that when their naked bodies finally did touch one another, it would be even more exciting.
He began to rub his hand across his chest, stopping and toying with his own nipples, pinching them, flaunting his beautiful body on the sex-hungry female on the bed.
Brenda was eager to jump up and grab ahold of him, pulling him down on top of her, and ravaging him with her sex, but she didn't. She knew that half of the fun was the anticipation, and she was determined not to give in.
She knew that her time to tease Alan like this was almost at hand, and she didn't want to be the one to give in. She wanted to strip for him, and make him attack her. That way, she would win the little game.
But, she knew that if he let his own striptease continue to drag on erotically as it was doing now, she would lose, and attack him. He was beautiful, standing there at the side of the bed, a few inches away from her. and he was some tempting-looking stud!
Slowly, ever so deliberately, Alan began to unzip the front of his pants. The bulge was already sizeable, and Brenda knew that he probably had an erection on the way. If it wasn't fully hard, it would be soon enough.
Slowly, the zipper lowered, and then Alan undid the top button of his pants. He carefully pulled them down, revealing a pair of bikini white underpants.
They were erotic as hell, because the material was so thin, that you could see right through them. Brenda gasped, as she saw the clear outline of his enormous cock through the material.
She longed to reach out and grab it, and almost did. But, they were playing a little game of visual game, and she was determined to be the victor, by making Alan be the one to give in first.
Alan began rubbing the front of his brief underwear, and caused his cock to get stiffer and stiffer. The monstrous love pole looked like it was going to pop right through the thin material of his pants.
Brenda's cunt was definitely giving off a good deal of pre-orgasmic love juices, and she knew that the front of her black lace undies were getting soaking wet. But, she didn't care in the least. She would soon be out of them and totally naked, anyway.
Now it was time for Alan to go all the way. It was time for him to reveal that magic piece of manhood, that torrid tool, that throbbing pecker, that pulsating penis, that thing that had Brenda's pussy squirting.
He started pulling down the tiny briefs, until his blond pubic hair showed over the top of them.
"Ohhh," Brenda said, the first sound uttered since they had begun their little game. She just couldn't help it, it came out of her.
Apparently, Alan could stand his tortuous game, and his part in it, no longer. He ripped down his underwear, and stepped out of the briefs, revealing for Brenda's hungry eyes, his enormous piece of manhood.
Now that Brenda had a chance to get a good long look at the menacing object, it was more beautiful than she could have imagined.
She did get a fairly good look at it in the men's room of the airplane, but not as good a look as she was now getting. The cock was just gorgeous!
"Not bad," Brenda said, knowing down deep inside that what Alan had done was fantastic, but wanting to play around with him a bit. After all, it was he who had initiated this little game, and she wanted to show him how to really do it.
"Okay, smarty ass, let's see you go to it," Alan said smiling, jumping on the bed, lying on his back, so that his throbbing pecker was standing up over him like a proud flagpole.
He put his muscular arms behind his handsome face, and stretched out, getting himself comfortable for the erotic show that he was sure Brenda would supply him with.
Brenda stood exactly where he had done. She remembered how many times she had done this for Johns, but it was an entirely different situation.
She was then stripping for money, not for her own pleasure. For Alan, it was strictly to entice and turn on someone she loved very much. Yes, it was a completely different story here in this house tonight, than it was back in New York for the past two years during her life as a prostitute.
She stood there, staring at him seductively, letting him stew a little before she really got into it. Slowly, ever so slowly, she began to rub her body with her hands.
Not just her breasts, or any one particular spot, but all over, front and back. And, while she began doing it, she also started turning around at the very same time.
Everywhere Alan looked, he saw hands kneading flesh, and it drove him out of his mind. It was highly suggestive, and made Alan wish that it was his hands that were rubbing the beautiful body of Brenda, instead of her own.
Brenda knew that she had his attention now, and she began to really pour on the old sex appeal. She had a long zipper in the back of her evening gown, that went all the way down, and stopped just a hair above where her bubbly butt jutted out from the nape of her back.
She turned her back to Alan, and began pulling down the zipper, slowly, deliberately, looking back over her shoulder at Alan, and flashing him a seductive stare.
Alan could not contain himself, and he began playing with his now-throbbing cock. He knew that he could have jerked himself off easily, he was so excited, but there was a whole night of fucking and sucking ahead of them, and he didn't want to have an orgasm now, with his own hand, and spoil the whole thing. So, he just waited, watched, and played slightly with his cock.
Seeing Alan lying there, looking handsomer than ever, and particularly with his hands on his throbbing penis, turned her on even more, and really got her going.
The zipper came flying down her back, and revealed that she was wearing an extremely sheer bra, almost flesh-covered, and black lace undies.
The zipper exposed just the top of the underwear, and really got Alan excited. She could see her smooth skin through the undies, they were so thin and transparent.
Brenda turned around, so that she was facing her lover again, and proceeded to pull the sexy evening dress down over the front of her well-proportioned body.
It was now off her, and she stood there, with her flesh-colored bra, that was so tiny her oversized tits were almost totally plopping out of it, and her black lace undies, that were sheer enough for Alan to clearly see the V patch of her jet black pubic hair.
Brenda decided to put on a little dance for him, and she began to gyrate around. Oh, it wasn't anything in particular, just a totally erotic movement, that showed off every curve of her vivacious body to the utmost.
She kept making complete turns as she danced, revealing her beautiful backside, jutting out from her back in a sensuous way, almost begging to be squeezed, kissed, or perhaps even fucked.
Fucking her ass was something that Alan had on his mind, the very foremost part of his mind. He had never fucked an ass in his life, and he just had the feeling that Brenda was the type of chick who probably would let him, regardless of whether she had ever done it before or not.
Alan grabbed ahold of his own prick firmly, and really massaged it thoroughly. He had to stop himself a couple of times, because he could have easily jerked himself off. He was almost in some kind of a sex trance, and he hardly knew what he was doing.
Brenda began to massage her enormous breasts, kneading the flesh-colored material of her skimpy bra, until she pushed one of the massive pleasure humps right out of the small piece of material, that was trying futilely to restrain it.
Alan gasped as he saw the tit, with the round red and fully erect nipple sticking out proud and strong at the tip. Brenda caught the surprised look on his face, and quickly left him in suspense no longer.
She reached behind her back, and expertly and smoothly undid the hook that held her bra on. It popped off, and both of her tits were now free as birds.
They were gigantic, and swayed out in front of her. Alan was amazed to see them stand out firm and proud, even without the support of the tiny bra.
They were gigantic, but they held a perfectly upright shape. As a matter-of-fact, they even turned up just slightly at the very tips.
She shook them back and forth for Alan, and his mouth watered, and his cock jammed. Brenda could see just the tiniest bit of pre-orgasmic juice forming in a tiny pool at the very tip of his bulbous cock head. She knew that he was going to really tear into her, once he got his horny hand on her, and that only made her more determined to work him up even higher and higher, taking him to the highest possible level of eroticism.
She slipped a couple of her long, lean fingers underneath the tops of the black see-through undies, and began to very teasingly pull them down.
All of a sudden, Alan screamed out, and bound off the bed and grabbed her.
"Okay, okay, you win, sugar. I can't take it any longer." He pulled the pants down off her and pulled her on top of him. He threw his strong arms around her slender waist, and squeezed her firmly against his naked body.
Brenda could feel Alan's monstrous love pole rubbing against her already come-soaked pussy, and it felt good. She rubbed her own crotch into his, and their juices blended together in a pool of erotic love fluids.
Alan had his arms around her waist, and he was squeezing hard. Really hard, and Brenda loved it. She loved being squished into his manly chest the way she was, and feeling his powerful arms really do her in.
Suddenly, Alan grabbed ahold of her ass, and began to knead her firm buttocks harshly. The longer he did it, the more serve he got in his feelings.
Then, he began to pat her ass, just a little bit, sort of like a small ass. Brenda knew from experience that he was testing her, hitting her lightly to see how she would respond.
She tightened her buttocks, so that her two shapely half moons of flesh were firm and round, and drove her pussy into his groin savagely.
This was all he had to see. He now knew that she liked it rough, and would gladly be a recipient of some of his more sordid sexual fantasies.
He started really pummeling her ass. He raised his large arm way up high in the air, and crashed his open palm down on her round ass.
The slap echoed across the attic-type bedroom, and Brenda wondered how much of the rest of the house could hear the noise she was making.
Over and over again Alan slapped her ass. She loved it. Sure, it stinged like hell, but it was highly erotic and she wouldn't have stopped him for the world.
She was pretty sure how Alan felt about her, and really didn't think that he would go too far. She trusted him to know how hard he should hit her, and when he should stop.
Alan did know these guidelines, of course. However, Brenda's body and very presence was so fucking exciting, and he had gotten so horny the past week waiting to see her, that perhaps he hit her a little harder than he should have, and also a little longer.
But Brenda was a trooper. She had been through all kinds of perverted sexual scenes, and this ass slapping was really one of the more common things that her customers had liked to do to her.
She was used to it, and she loved it. With Alan slapping her bottom, it felt particularly exciting. There had been many times where she had been repulsed by some fat old man spanking her, but had done it for the money.
In this case, there was no money involved, and Brenda was doing it strictly for pleasure-that was why it was so exciting to her, and why she was enjoying it so thoroughly.
Over and over the slapping hand came down on her ass, and she knew that her ass probably bore large red welts, as proof of Alan's attack on her bottom-but she didn't care.
She kept tightening and relaxing her ass muscles, deliberately teasing him, making him hit her longer and harder with his hand.
This ass spanking went on for a long time, and then finally Alan realized that he had better stop. It was beginning to get out of control, and after all, he really didn't want to hurt her.
Games like this were adventures in fantasy. Sure, it was supposed to be a severe spanking, like one a little child would get if he or she had done something horribly wrong.
But, in this case, it was just a sex game, Alan wasn't incredibly involved in the S&M part of lovemaking, but had to admit that a good spanking really turned him on. A good spanking is just what Brenda let him have with her bottom, and he was more than satisfied.
Suddenly Alan flipped Brenda over onto her back, and stretched out on top of her. He stuck his long tongue into her mouth, and ravaged her with kisses.
She responded positively, by sending her own tongue darting into his mouth. She spewed some saliva into his mouth cavity and kissed him eagerly.
Alan began to work his way down over her body, stopping for quite a while at her sensual neck, and pummeling it with hot kisses.
Brenda loved to be kissed on her neck, and as she had done when Elsie had paid that very sensitive area special attention, she arched her neck all the way back, and gave Alan a clear shot at her neck.
Alan attacked it with a vengeance, kissing it, nibbling easily on the tender flesh, and letting the hot saliva from his mouth spew out covering a good portion of the tender skin.
Brenda could tell by the way that he was sucking away on her, and spending a long time in one particular spot, that she would be getting large welts, called hickeys, all over her neck.
But, this didn't bother her. Before, when she was a prostitute, she never let a customer give her a hickey. She knew that it might turn off another customer to see her scared sexually like that.
She knew that most men, even though they knew fucking well that she was selling her body to a lot of people, liked to fantasize that they were the first and only lover in her life, and she let them think that. It was just good business practice to keep all sexual scars and remnants free from the body, a practice she upheld strictly.
However, being a prostitute no longer, and being in bed with a man that she loved dearly, and was falling more and more in love with each passing second, was quite a different story.
She didn't care if Alan made a circle of hickey rings all the way around her neck-she would wear them proudly, as battle scares of their love-filled night together.
Alan wasn't thinking about hickeys or no hickeys, he was just attacking Brenda in the best way he knew how, and that was with every fiber of manhood that he could muster.
Soon, he needed more than just her neck to satisfy his hungry sexual desires, and he began to slip down over the front of her body.
His head rested for a few long seconds in the valley of her tit cleavage. He just rested there, smelling the sweet fragrance of her tender body, and thinking in his mind of how heavenly it was going to be to plow into her love hole with his throbbing pecker.
He began to rock back and forth, letting his tongue tickle the sides of the enormous mounds of flesh that made up Brenda's titties.
He got her cleavage soaking with his saliva, and Brenda loved it. she could feel his hot tongue moving all around on her bosoms, and it made her body quiver with excitement, and anticipation of what was to come.
She had already enjoyed a small sampling of the erotic love techniques of Alan, and she knew that here and now, in his own room, with no time limits, or stewardesses to worry about, he was really going to let go-something she was waiting for eagerly.
He ran his tongue ceasingly over her left tittie, sucking it a little bit, and chewing on it just slightly. Brenda quivered as he did her breasts, she loved the feeling a great deal.
Alan was amazed at the size of Brenda's tits. They were the biggest, and most beautifully developed that he had ever seen, and he was certainly going to take full advantage of the opportunity to sexually assault each one of them singularly and both of them together.
He started flying back and forth over the two tits, kissing them, getting them soaking wet with his saliva, and biting a little harder at each pass on the bright red nipples.
This caused them to stand out fully erect, and they were like two tiny spears ready for battle. Brenda began heaving her chest upward, shoving her mass of pleasure bumps into Alan's face, egging him on, getting him hotter and hotter, and doing the same to herself.
The temperatures of the two lovers was beginning to rise to a fervor pitch, and they were fast approaching the boiling point.
Suddenly Alan stopped his actions, knowing that if he continued for even another few seconds, he would not be able to hold back his orgasm.
His come-stained cock had slid down in between the shapely, and now quite sweaty thighs of his love partner, and it had become like a make-shift pussy.
Brenda had been squeezing her legs together, to fuck, in a way, Alan's big throbbing pecker. The sensations that were coursing through Alan's body were driving him to the point of no return, and he had to stop.
He surely didn't want to come there between her legs, when there were three other holes in her body, all of them being more appetizing to accept his huge wad of come, than the valley created between her two luscious thighs.
He rested for a few moments, as Brenda kissed him firmly on the mouth. Even while he stopped all body motions, Brenda persisted in kissing him, which continued to keep his blood boiling with lust.
Once again, he started in on her tits, but avoided rubbing his cock in and out of the crevice made by her shapely thighs.
He began to massage her big tits at the same time that he kissed them. He would take one of them in both hands, and squeeze it hard, so that the nipple would jut out even further from the top of the mound, and then he would lunge down on top of it with his mouth, kissing and biting it like a sex-crazed maniac.
The more involved he became in his love making, the more elated that Brenda became, and the more determined she was to make his flip out with desire and lust.
In reality, all Brenda was doing was being herself, and that made her more than enough woman for Alan to handle. He had his hands full, that was for sure-and he knew it.
He realized that he had a hot number on his hands, the hottest that he had ever been in bed with before in his life. However, although he was not egotistical, in any sense of the word, he knew that he was an attractive man, with an above-average physical attractiveness to woman, and a cock that made many a woman moan with delight, at just looking at it.
He wanted to give Brenda the best fucking and love-making that she had ever received. He almost considered it a challenge to his prowess, and he considered it a challenge that he was looking forward to conquering.
He continued to attack her tits for a long time, until they too did not satisfy his sexual hunger any longer, and he needed to move on to greener pastures.
He started slipping his hot mouth down over her flat firm belly, spewing a steady stream of saliva all over her flesh, licking her skin, kissing and nibbling away at her body, driving both himself as well as Brenda into higher and higher states of erotic bliss.
Finally, he got down to her pubic area. He could smell the sweet womanly fragrance of her fresh pussy. She had used an exciting smelling soap in her shower, and then ha' sprayed an erotically tantalizing fragrance over her box, so that it was most inviting.
Alan hated a smelly pussy, but Brenda's was sweet as a rose. He toyed with her pubic hair, teasing both her and himself.
They both knew that in a matter of seconds he would be ramming his tongue and then other things, up the inviting sex hole.
But now, he just toyed with the curly black pubic hair. He swirled his tongue all around in the jungle of her black pussy.
He let his tongue slide down to the crack that her legs made where they formed the V of her pussy, but deliberately avoided the actual spot.
He was teasing her, driving her wild. But in so doing he was also teasing himself, because he really wanted to tear into her.
Soon, as several times before, he could withstand the wait no longer, and had to get a taste of her womanly love hole.
He started toying with her cunt lips, parting them with his hot saliva-coated tongue. Her juices were flowing quite freely now, as she was excited as hell. He lapped them up, but as fast as he did it, she sent more of her love fluids spewing out of her snatch.
He kept lapping them up, and began to make slurping sounds that were almost animalistic.
But how he sounded, was irrelevant to both Brenda as well as Alan. All that mattered was that he was doing her and doing her good-that was foremost on both of their young horny minds. He began to toy with her clitty, tickling the little piece of skin, getting it stiff, and sending shivers of eroticism throughout Brenda's nervous system.
Her whole body began to quiver under his sexual assault, and she knew that she was well, could start a tremendous orgasm quite easily.
But, as Alan did, she wanted to make her sensations last, and join him in one climactic orgasm as one single unit, and didn't want to waste any of her orgasm during this warm-up foreplay.
However, this foreplay was more erotic than the actual fucking that she had received from so many clients. That was why she was freaking out, and could barely stand the erotic treatment that Alan was so devilishly bestowing upon her.
She began to shake more and more violently as he got closer and closer to sticking his tongue right into her hole. He was still working over the outer regions of her pussy, teasing her even more, as well as himself.
Finally, the desire to jam his tongue into her snatch was overwhelming, and that was just what he went ahead in did.
In one big lunge, he sent his long muscular tongue all the way deep into her hole, causing her to scream out with ecstasy.
He began to send it flying in and out of her snatch, tickling her cunt-walls, sending his own saliva shooting up into her snatch, mixing with her own love juices.
He was some cunt-lapper, Brenda could tell that now for sure. He had sucked a pussy or two in his day also, that was something else she knew right away.
But after all, she had let many a man do the same to her, so she certainly had nothing to complain about. And besides, she liked a man of experience.
Too many times a youngster would pay her for sex, and he would be so clumsy and inexperienced, that she was bored with his attempts at making love to her.
Alan was an expert all right, and was she ever glad!