Chapter 6
In and out of her snatch went the flying tongue of handsome Alan. He shot in and out of her with all of the skill and cunning of the most expert of lovers, and Brenda was being more than satisfied.
It was time for more action once again, and cunt-lapping although stimulating, for both of them, was only serving as a warm-up and a teaser to what they really both had in mind.
Alan had something in his own mind that Brenda wasn't counting on, and that was fucking her in the ass. He had never done it before, but had heard about some of his friends doing it.
They had all told him how tight chicks assholes were, and how glove-like the ass walls gripped a hold of a man's pecker.
Alan knew that he had a huge prick, and that it might be difficult for Brenda to take all of it in her asshole, especially if she was a virgin in that area.
But, if she did accept it, he knew that it would be the greatest feeling his cock had ever felt, and he was determined to try it.
However, he thought that he would pussy fuck her just as a warm up. Of course Brenda wouldn't think that, but he was sure she would cooperate.
After all, any girl that would follow him into the men's room of an airplane for some sex-play, while in flight thousands of feet off the ground, would surely be game for a little experimentation on the ground.
He was counting on that, as he lifted his massive body up, and positioned his long love tool for entry into Brenda's oozing pussy.
He had gotten her so excited with his expert tongue job, that what had been little streams of pussy fluid emanating from her snatch, was now rivers of come.
She was well greased up, and as his bulbous cock-head toyed at her entranceway, they both knew that she was more than ready to accept Alan's size, both length and width.
Ever so slowly, Alan began to descend upon her, shooting his big prick further and further up into her snatch, causing a moan of pleasure to come from both his mouth, and the mouth of the vivacious brunette that he was starting to pummel with his probing pecker.
Brenda couldn't get over how endlessly he seemed to descend into her inner body. Sure, she knew that his cock was outrageously large, but feeling it enter her was a thrill beyond belief.
Unlike up in the airplane, there was plenty of time to enjoy to the fullest this entrance to her love hole, and she closed her eyes and enjoyed every second of the delicious feeling that Alan and his mighty love sword was creating with her inner being.
It seemed like it took forever for Alan's cock to get all the way into her body, but then he wasn't in any rush, and neither was she.
He deliberately took a long time to descend into her cavity, enjoying the trip down to the fullest possible capacity.
Finally, he was all the way inside of her, and he let his massive body once again rest against hers, crushing her into the softness of the mattress.
Brenda had had a lot of cocks up her snatch, in her two years as being one of New York's most gifted and pretty prostitutes, but she was overwhelmed at the size of the organ that was now beginning to move about inside of her love hole.
It felt like it was a telephone pole, no, an entire tree trunk. She could feel the width of the mighty sword rubbing against her cunt walls, stimulating her juices into a frenzy of secretion.
Ever so slowly, Alan began to pull out his huge pecker, just as slowly, or even slower, than he had first pushed it into her love hole.
She felt the big monster dragging out of her, scraping against the sides of her pussy, and driving her into higher and higher fits of orgasmic delight.
Alan pulled his cock all the way out, except for the last inch of so, and then with one mighty shove, and with no mercy at all, he plunged all the way down into her.
Now the first time down her love hole was one thing, but that was done slowly and easily. This decisive plunge into her inner being was an exciting shock, and she screamed out with delight.
"Oh that's it baby, ram that fucking pole into my pussy. Do it to me baby, do it to me," she began to scream out at the top of her lungs.
Alan and Brenda had both forgotten about Alan's parents, and they both could have cared less. Their sexual sounds became louder and louder, as they continued to enjoy their own amusement.
They didn't care who was listening, and indeed, what they may be thinking at the blood-curdling cries of passion that were coming from his love chamber of Alan's.
Alan started a steady rhythm of fucking. He was a pro all right, Brenda was becoming more and more sure of that with each new tremendous thrust of his mighty prick into her snatch.
It barreled into her barreled into her, going all the way down to the very bottom of her hole, before pulling almost all the way out, and then flying down inside of her once again.
Alan was fucking Brenda for all he was worth, and taking full advantage of the deliciously exciting position that he was in.
However, in the back of his mind, he still had the burning desire to fuck the living shit out of her tight asshole.
He knew that he had to do it, and that he had to make her let him. He wondered if she would give him any resistance, but on thinking it over quickly in his mind, he decided that it was definitely worth the chance.
If he didn't try, he would never know if she would have let him, and also, he would never be able to enjoy the exciting pleasure of anal intercourse, something that he had been hearing a lot of good things about from his friends of late.
He was desperately close to an orgasm, as was Brenda, and he decided that the time was right. Almost before Brenda knew what was happening, he had pulled completely out of her snatch, and with one quick movement of his arm under her back, he flipped her over like a hot-cake on a grill, during a Sunday morning breakfast.
She was shocked at how quickly he had done this, but she was convinced that he wanted to fuck her ass. Oh sure, she was going to let him. She had never done it before herself, and was eager to try.
Oh, there had been lots of clients who had offered her incredible sums of money to plow into her tight bubbly butt, but she had always refused.
There was something very special about anal fucking, it was almost as personal as that very first time she was fucked by a man, back when she was only seventeen years old in her home town.
That was a very personal entrance into her body, and someone sticking a cock up her asshole, was likewise a very personal and stimulating experience.
She had been waiting for just the right time, or more precisely, just the right person. She knew that she had that person in Alan, and the time couldn't ever be better or more fitting than it was right now.
She felt Alan's weight flop on top of her, and his cock rest lightly on her buttocks. She didn't have to say a word. She knew that he was waiting for some signal from her that would tell him that it was okay to proceed with the obvious thing he had in mind, and she gave him that signal quickly.
She began to lift her bubbly butt up into the air, pressing her firm ass flesh squarely against his throbbing pussy-soaked pecker.
That was all that Alan needed to feel. He knew now that whether she had over done this before or not was irrelevant, that she was going to let him do it to her, and do it to her good!!!
Alan knew that in any case, he had to go easy, and that wasn't going to be easy to do. He wanted to plow his big pecker right up into her asshole with a furious thrust, but that could possibly hurt her.
He knew that he had a bigger than average sized cock, and that even if she had been fucked in the ass before, and was quite loose back there, he would still be able to injure her as if he wasn't careful.
He knew that an asshole passage was not built the same way that a pussy was, and he wasn't sure just how painful it may or may not be to a woman.
It was with the greatest caution, that he decided he would enter her. He was just about to descend into the folds of her ass cheeks, when he realized that she was dry back there. There were no natural fluids emanating from her asshole to lubricate a path for his mighty sword, so he would have to do the lubrication himself.
He quickly slid down her back, and with no hesitation whatsoever, he rammed his hot tongue up her asshole. Brenda quivered as she felt the hot tongue fooling around with the pink button of her asshole, and in response she got up in a kneeling, kind of doggie-like position, exposing her asshole clearly, allowing Alan's mouth to enter it swiftly, effortlessly, and most important of all, thoroughly.
In no time at all, with some fast sticking in and out with his tongue, Alan had her hole more than well lubricated, it was filled with saliva, and more than ready to accept his manhood.
Brenda was ready for her first ass pummeling, and in all actuality, was really quite excited about it. She had wanted it many times before, but had wanted the first time to be something special, and with a special person-this house, and Alan, fit both of those requirements.
She dug her knees into the mattress, remaining up in her doggie position, and dug her fingers into the sheets, bracing herself securely in preparation of what was about to come.
She knew that it was going to be some incredible assault, and she didn't want to fall over right in the middle of Alan's ass-fucking.
Alan placed his prodding pecker at the pink buttonhole entrance of her shit chute, and pressed it firmly against the opening. His cock didn't slide right in like it did when he fucked her front hole, but he reasoned that that was to be expected.
He pushed a little bit harder, and still nothing. So, he decided that it was only going to be with a great amount of pressure, that he would be entering this delectable hole.
So, he gave one mighty push, that almost sent Brenda down onto her stomach. His cock-head plopped into her hole, and Brenda let out with a blood-curdling scream, that was definitely one of considerable pleasure.
"Are you all right?" Alan asked, somewhat out of breath, both from the exciting feeling that his cock was getting as it entered the tight cavity, and also somewhat scared that he had really hurt Brenda.
"No, I love it darling, go ahead! Fuck the living shit out of my asshole! Please, fuck me Alan, fuck me!!"
Her pleas were sincere, and Alan decided to go ahead and barrel into her. He started pushing his big cock into her asshole, further and further down, until it was all the way to the bottom.
Brenda thought that he had shoved his arm down into her instead, it felt so fucking big. She had to admit that it did hurt a little bit, but after a few minutes, while Alan gently waited for her ass walls to stretch and get used to the large foreign object that was intruding into it, it began to feel quite exciting.
She had heard stories from a lot of the other girls about ass fucking, and knew that the first plunge was going to hurt. However, they had told her that once the cavity opened up and accepted the manhood, that it was all uphill, and a lot of very highly exciting feelings would be the result of the pummeling.
Exciting feelings was just what they were both experiencing now, as Alan began to slowly pump the living shit out of her.
In and out of her he went, with ever-increasing pressure. In no time at all, he was really barreling into her, at a faster speed then he had fucked her pussy.
Soon, it was wth such a frenzy that he fucked her he forced her to fall down onto her stomach on the mattress, falling on top of her, and sending his cock even further into the tight deep dark recesses of her ass cavity.
Alan was really going at it now. In and out of her he went, sending his throbbing member to the very bottom of her asshole, pulling it out, and then shoving it in again.
He knew that not too many more strokes, and he would have to shoot his load. This ass fucking was much more exciting than any of his friends had said it would be, and it was as if Brenda's tight ass walls were trying to pull the come right out of his pecker.
Brenda could feel the excitement building to a fever pitch. She could feel the huge cock inside of her get even stiffer than it already was, and she had a feeling, from experience that is, that Alan was about to shoot his load.
She wasn't really concerned about her own orgasm at all, and that she wouldn't be able to have it in this position. All she cared about was Alan, pleasing him, and giving him the greatest orgasm of his life.
Suddenly, just when she was thinking about these things, Alan snuck his strong arm under her stomach, brushing past her huge tits, fondling them briefly, and then lifting her shapely frame up off the mattress, so that she was once again in that old doggie-position.
Actually, this was more comfortable for Brenda, and she could really let Alan get at her ass thoroughly while in this position.
Suddenly, she felt Alan's hand go down to her crotch which was oozing out with gobs of hot love fluids. She was hot all right, and the juices were really flowing at full speed out of her lovely pussy.
He jammed one of his fingers up into her hot box, and began to finger-fuck her. This was something that she hadn't even thought he might do, and was really quite surprised at his action.
However, she welcomed it whole-heartedly. As he continued to ram his throbbing pecker in and out of her asshole, she felt his finger flying in and out of her with the same amount of vigor and energy that his cock was.
He got into kind of a double rhythm. Every time he shoved his pecker into her tight burning asshole, he would shove his long prodding finger up into her cunt.
It was a beautiful rhythm, and one that brought both of them to a roaring climax in no time at all. Alan was really in complete control of the situation, and even though Brenda could have shot her own load, and gone into her series of multiple orgasms that she always managed to have in the midst of a good fucking, she waited, and let Alan be the one to get things started.
Sure enough, he began to fill up her ass with hot come. She felt it start pouring into her, filling her up to the brim with the hot boiling liquid.
At the time this started, Alan gave a few particularly severe jams of his finger up into Brenda's pussy, and that, plus the fact that she knew her lover was coming, brought her into an uproarious multiple orgasm.
They both started quivering and shaking, and, shooting come like it was going out of style. Alan couldn't believe the sensations that were coursing through his sexually exhausted body.
They had been in the throws of this love-play for over two hours now, and they were both spent, exhausted completely from their enjoyable activity.
It was a great way to get tired, and Alan mused to himself that it would be a nice way to start every day, getting a good amount of exercise, and happy sexual release at the same time.
As he continued to relentlessly pour gobs of hot come into Brenda's hot ass cavity, he felt his finger-fucking hand being covered with her own hot pussy juices.
She was really letting them fly, and Alan knew that he had given her a good orgasm, which made him very pleased indeed.
More and more of her hot liquids spewed out of her pussy, covering his hand completely with the sweet smelling liquids.
Finally, regretfully for both of the two sex-crazed lovers, both of their orgasms were over. They fell into one another's arms, and hugged each other warmly.
"Brenda," Alan said quietly, "will you marry me?"
The question send Brenda's head spinning. She had been proposed too many times, but always by some drunken John that didn't know what the hell he was doing, and never by a beautiful handsome stud-lover such as Alan.
She thought about it for a few long seconds. Her immediately response was to scream out, say yes, and ask him when-that was what she was really feeling down deep inside of her.
But, she remembered Elsie, and the new business that she had just started. Surely she couldn't leave Elsie before the doors of the house were even opened, not after they had both spent so much money and put so much time and effort into the opening of the Pleasure House.
Shit, she thought to herself, what should she do? Surely, all problems would be settled if she could just confide in Alan about the house, and all of the things that she was planning on doing with it.
But, she was so afraid that by telling him that, she would have to likewise confess what she had been up to during the past two years, and she was afraid that that would send Alan running away.
After all, a prostitute probably wasn't the greatest prospect for a wife, especially the wife of a so rich, and so handsome a young stud.
She kept him waiting, for perhaps a little too long, while she pondered her dilemma. She just didn't know what to do or what to say.
"Did you hear me?" Alan repeated, a little perplexed that she seemed to be staring off into space somewhere, totally oblivious to him, and the very important question that he had just asked her.
"You know love, I've dated a lot of girls in the past few years, but there has never been any one that could hold a candle to you. I think that I knew I wanted to marry you back when I met you at Kennedy, in New York. Come on love, what do you say? Do you want some time to think it over?"
"Yes, that's it Alan, I think I should have a little time to think it over. I have a couple of things going here in Miami, and I have to decide what to do about them. Oh Alan, please believe me when I tell you that there is nothing more I want in this world than to be your wife-you have to believe that!"
"Okay love, okay, don't cry," he said, comforting Brenda as she began to sob. She felt fucked up, and crying was the only emotion that seemed fitting for the occasions, so that was just what she did.
Alan put his arms around her, and they fell into a deep sleep, both with a lot of heavy thoughts on their minds.
Just before Brenda fell asleep, she promised herself that the very next day she would tell Alan just what she was down in Florida for.
After all, she had to be honest. If he really loved her, then her past life wouldn't matter to him, and she would have him for a husband.
If he let her past stand in their way of happiness, than she thought to herself that he wouldn't be worth having as a husband, and he wouldn't be the man that she thought she had fallen in love with.
It was with heavy thoughts, that she finally fell asleep, comforted inside a tight grip of Alan's strong arms.
The next day, Brenda woke with a start. It was as if she had never gone asleep, because she opened her eyes with the same thoughts that she had on her mind when she had fallen asleep the night before.
She rolled over, and woke up her handsome lover with a firm wet kiss on his sensuous mouth.
"Oh, good morning sugar," Alan said groggily, "how did you sleep?"
"Okay, considering I have a lot of in my mind," Brenda said honestly.
"I know what you mean, so do I," Alan said, still feeling like something was wrong. He couldn't figure out what was stopping Brenda from being completely open with him, and knew that it must be something kind of heavy for her to be so mysterious, and so upset about it.
"Alan," Brenda began, deciding not to put off the inevitable any longer, "there is something that I have to tell you, and I think that I should tell you right now, so that you can decide if you still want to marry me."
Alan laughed uproariously. "Brenda my love, there is nothing in the world that you could tell me about yourself, or about anyone or anything else, that would change the way that I feel about you. You have to believe that."
"Well, we'll see," Brenda began. "Alan, the reason that I am down here in Florida, is to open up a massage-parlor whore house, about ten miles outside of Miami Beach."
"What?" Alan said, a look of shock coming over his face. He had been ready for anything, but not quite ready for that
"And Alan, the reason that I am going into that line of business, is because it is a business that I am very familiar with. You see, for the past two years in New York City, I have been a call girl."
The words dropped out of her mouth like lead weights, and she felt like a new person once they were. She didn't know what the circumstances were going to be, but she had gotten said what had to be said, and she felt incredibly good.
However, from the strange look on Alan's face, her joy didn't last too long. She had a feeling that his response was going to be negative, something that she had had to tell him.
"Well Alan?" she asked him, as she looked at him sitting up in bed next to her, his mouth wide open, and a shocked look of total surprised blanketing his face completely.
"I would be Lying if I said I was not quite surprised." he said.
"I thought you would be," she answered him.
"Well, I meant it when I said that nothing you could say would change my mind, and I still do. If you'll have me, I still want to many you."
"Oh Alan," Brenda screamed, realizing that he really did love her deeply, and it didn't matter what she had done before, all that mattered was they both wanted to live together as man and wife, and that was just what they were going to do.
Everything else, every other problem that either of them had, would be worked out together from now on, and that feeling of security they both relished.
"I love you Alan, with all of my heart," Brenda said, sobbing wildly with joy, as she held him tightly, and started kissing him passionately on the lips.
"I love you to Brenda, from the bottom of my heart," Alan said, returning his kisses, with strong passionate ones of his own.
"Well, I guess we should get up, shower, and head downstairs to tell Mother and Father," Alan said, a sly grin on his face.
"What about my house and all?" Brenda asked, not knowing just what she was going to do about Elsie and the Pleasure House and all herself.
"Don't worry love, we will work everything out together. We have a much bigger problem on our hands right now, telling my parents. I'm over twenty-one, so there isn't a thing that they can do. But believe me, things will be a hell of a lot nicer if they are on our side!"