Chapter 7
Brenda and Alan showered together, fooling around like a couple of kids under the steaming downpour of the hot water.
Brenda felt like a true woman for the first time in her life. A handsome young man, a catch in any women's book, wanted her to marry him, for better or for worse, regardless of where she had been, or where she was going-and that was one hell of a good feeling.
His parents hadn't really bothered her too much the night before, and she didn't think that they would bother her this morning. However, like Alan said, it would make things much more pleasant to have them give them their blessings, something which Brenda was convinced Alan really wanted down deep in his heart.
They dried off, got dressed in sporting clothes, and headed downstairs.
"Breakfast is always promptly at nine," Alan said, after hurrying Brenda slightly, noticing that it was almost that time now.
They entered the huge formal dining room, and the Baxter's were sitting there sipping coffee. Mr. Baxter was reading the morning paper, and Mrs. Baxter was discussing the day's meals with one of the servants.
"I think ham would be fine for-oh, good morning children," Mrs. Baxter said, noticing that Brenda and Alan had come into the room.
"Good morning Mother," Alan said, "good morning father," he concluded.
"Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Baxter," Brenda said meekly, feeling a little out of place, especially after the cool greeting that they had both given her the night before.
"Good morning child," Mrs. Baxter said, "please, come and sit down hear near me."
"Good morning dear," Mr. Baxter said, in a proper, but extremely friendly manner.
Brenda was a little startled. She couldn't imagine what had made them change their attitudes overnight. Had Alan slipped out while she was asleep this morning and told them of their wedding plans?
As it turn out, that was exactly what had happened. Alan didn't want to put Brenda through an embarrassing situation, like she had been through the night before.
He knew that even though his parents were high on the social calendar, and had all the etiquette of the finest polished socialite, they could be incredibly rude and cruel if something or someone displease them.
He had slipped out at about seven, carefully sneaking out of the bedroom. He wanted a chance to tell them that he had proposed to Brenda, and was waiting an answer as soon as she woke up.
He knocked on their bedroom door, and they told him to come in.
"Good morning mom and dad, there is something important that I have to tell you," Alan had said, standing at the foot of their enormous Victorian king-sized bed.
His mother already had a feeling what he was going to say. She knew that Alan hadn't been serious about any girl at all for quite a while, and to bring one to the house, and have her stay over with him, had to mean something.
"Mom, dad, last night I asked Brenda to marry me, and she told me that she would tell me her answer this morning. I want you to know that I want to marry her more than I have ever wanted anything in my life. I want your blessing, and I would like to get married here in the house like we have always talked about. But, if she says yes, and you give us any form of resistance whatsoever, then I will leave home, and marry her elsewhere, and you will never hear from us. Do I make myself clear?"
Alan had never spoken to either of them quite so directly before, and it surprised them. It was his father who had spoken first.
"Well son, I must say our bluntness and forwardness amazes me somewhat, but I have to give you credit. You know what you want, and nothing is going to stand in your way. "What do you say Martha?" he concluded, turning to his wife, Alan's mother, who still had her mouth wide open after hearing Alan's little declaration.
"Well, I guess that I'm outnumbered. Okay son, you have our blessing. I only hope you know what you are doing. Do you know much about this girl?"
"I only met her last week, and I know nothing about her, except that I love her, and that is all that is important," Alan had said.
He walked over to the bed, and threw his arms around both of his parents, giving them a large kiss on the cheek, and thanking them from the bottom of his heart.
He had returned to the room, and slipped under the covers just as Brenda had woken up.
Brenda sat down next to Mrs. Baxter, still amazed at the delightfully friendly manner in which they were treating her.
"Mom, Dad, I have an announcement to make," Alan said, still standing near his chair, just opposite Brenda's. He first looked at Brenda, smiled and gave her a quick wink, then turned his attention to his parents.
"Brenda has consented to marry me," Alan blurted out.
His mother and father both jumped out of their seats and came rushing over and kissed first their son, and then planted long kisses and hugs on their new daughter-in-law.
"Oh my, I have waited for this day so long, I don't know what to do. There are a million plans to make for the wedding. Oh dear, forgive me for being so rude. It has always been a wish of ours that Alan got married in our house. Would you mind terribly?"
Brenda's mouth was opened, at all that had happened so quickly since she had woken up that morning. "Oh no Mrs. Baxter, that would be delightful," she said, and meant it.
The idea of getting married in the big old house where Alan had been brought up, did excite her and she was looking forward to it with great enthusiasm.
"I guess the only thing that has to be settled immediately," Mr. Baxter spoke up, "is the date. When would you children like to have the wedding?"
He spoke to both of them, but politely looked at Brenda, expecting her to answer.
"Alan?" Brenda said, turning to her handsome future husband.
"What do you think Brenda," he said, turning the responsibility back over to her.
"As far as I'm concerned, I wouldn't mind today. Whenever is convenient for you Mrs. Baxter," she concluded, after they all had a good chuckle over her obvious enthusiasm.
"Oh let's have a toast. Charles," Mrs. Baxter called to the servant, who was standing at the end of the large dining room, "go down into the wine cellar, and bring up our finest bottle of champagne."
"Yes ma'am," Charles answered, and quickly left the room.
"Isn't it a little early for boozing it up mom?" Alan said kidding his mother.
"Well dear, it isn't every day that a mother finds out her only son is going to get married."
Charles returned with the bottle of champagne, and they all toasted the good fortune of the expectant newlyweds.
After breakfast, Alan brought Brenda outside, and showed her the estate. It was huge, and rambled on and on. There were stables, and Alan wanted to go for a ride.
"Have you even ridden before?" he asked pretty Brenda.
"Sure, but not for a while Alan, so don't give me to spirited a horse."
"I have just the horse for you. Her name is lucky, and she is a three-year-old mare that I know you will love."
A stable boy saddled up the horses for them, and they were off in no time. Brenda hadn't ridden since she was about eighteen, but it all came back to her, and in no time, she felt like a pro.
Alan could ride rings around her, being brought up around horses, but he took it easy, not going to fast, and keeping to the main paths instead of taking off through the woods at full gallop, like he usually liked to do.
Brenda knew that he was taking it easy on her account, and it made her smile inside. He really loved her, and it was more and more obvious with each passing moment.
The estate was gigantic, and after riding for over an hour, they still hadn't seen half of it.
"How many acres do you own?" Brenda asked Alan, panting from the galloping that they had just been doing across a large field, bringing them to a little brook near a clearing.
"About one thousand," Alan said.
"Wow," Brenda replied. She didn't think that anyone owned that much land anymore.
"It's been in our family for years, and a Baxter has never sold a square inch of it. Oh, there has been a lot of different people trying to get it from my father, especially lately. There was one guy that wanted to put a shopping center right on top of that field that we just rode through."
"You're kidding!" Brenda said, finding what Alan was saying a little hard to believe.
"No, I'm dead serious," he replied sternly. 'There was another guy about six months ago, who wanted to buy the house and all, telling that it was the perfect spot for a gigantic shopping center. I think if it was fifty years ago, my father would have ran him off the property with a shot gun-but he just laughed in his face, and slammed the door."
"I guess the Baxter's are a proud people," Brenda said.
"Yes, I guess-we are."
"I hope I live up to your expectations love," Brenda said, feeling a little insecure around all of the wealth and tradition of the Baxter estate.
"Don't worry love, you are going to be our biggest asset. Some day, we will own all of this, and you will be the mistress of the house."
"Can't you use another word?" Brenda said, not able to hold back the laughter.
They got off their horses, and tied them to a large tree right near the tiny stream, that was peacefully running along near the embankment.
They sat down on the grass together, and right away, Alan lunged at Brenda, smothering her with kisses. Brenda smiled widely inside, as Alan continued to show his affection for her.
She knew that one thing he would never have to worry about being married to Alan, and that was that she would always have a plentiful supply of sex.
He was a horny little devil, and she liked that. Her sexual appetite was quite large in itself, and would need lots of outlet-Alan would give it to her, he was sure.
She reached forward, and grabbed a hold of the large bulge in his tight-fitting faded dungarees. She squeezed it firmly, and Alan began to moan loudly in response to her eager attention to his prick.
Brenda had been somewhat disappointed in that she didn't get a chance to blow him off the night before, and decided that this would be a lovely spot and time to do it.
Without further ado, she rested her head in Alan's lap. Alan thought that she was just resting, but soon found out just what it was that little Brenda had on her own horny little mind.
She started nibbling the tight-fitting denim at the crotch of his pants. Alan squirmed around, realizing what it was that she was after.
He stretched out on his back, not caring if anyone was around to watch or not. They were far enough away from the house and other public roads, so that the chance that someone seeing them was small.
But, shit, he thought to himself, this was his property, and this was the girl that he was very shortly going to marry. If he wanted to relax and let her give him head, then that was just exactly what he was going to do.
He stretched his lanky frame all the way out, so that Brenda had full and easy access to his muscular body.
She wasted not time, and pulled the zipper to his tight jeans down quickly. Out popped the huge, already stiff organ, and Brenda moaned.
"Shit, you have a beautiful cock Alan," she said to him, and lunged forward, engulfing the whole length of the mighty sword in her mouth.
The sensations that Alan felt, immediately made him flash back to the airplane trip from New York, and his first experience with the clever and expert sucking job of Brenda's busy little mouth.
She knew how to give head all right, and now he knew why. It had been her profession for the last two years, that was why!
He thought about the things that she had told him that morning in his room, while she went to work blowing him savagely.
It hadn't really bothered him too much about her fucking around with a lot of other men before him. After all, he had screwed many a chick in his young life, and he felt that it was long overdo for all men to think of women as equal.
If it had been okay for him to screw around, without any sort of guilty conscious about what he had done, that certainly Brenda, and all other women for that matter, should be able to do the same, and feel the same way about it.
As for the house that Brenda was opening, that was another story. It wasn't so much that he didn't want her to do it, as it was he didn't know how it was all going to work out while they were married.
He thought that it would be kind of strange for her to say good-bye in the morning, and go off to the office, which would be the whorehouse, he knew that they would be able to work something out though, he did love her with all his heart, and with that going for him, he would figure out someway to get it all together.
Right now, he stretched out in the warm grass, and let his future wife blow the living hell out of him.
Up and down on his huge shaft she went, sucking it madly, swirling her tongue all around the mighty love pole.
Brenda loved his cock, and she knew that it was a good part of why she loved Alan. After all, this was his sex and it was what made him tick erotically.
Just as her tits and her pussy turned Alan on, so Alan's mighty love pole turned her on. She sucked it eagerly, as if it was a morsel of food, and she had been staring out in the desert somewhere for months.
Up and down, and in and out she went on the throbbing member, driving Alan further and further into the reaches of sexual oblivion.
The way that he had been drained of all of his come the night before, he had thought he was sexually appeased for the next month.
But oh no, not with Brenda around. She had gotten his blood boiling all over again, and the come running down in his balls.
She was going to bring him to another glorious orgasm, in celebration of the announcement of their engagement. As she continued to blow him, even though most of her attentions were focused on his beautiful cock, there was something else she was thinking about as well.
It was the same thing that Alan had just thought about, and that was the whorehouse. She just didn't know what she was going to do about that.
She had begun to lose enthusiasm over it almost the second that Alan had asked her to marry him. Sure, she had moeny sunk into it, but marrying Alan would certainly guarantee her financial security.
Much more than the money, there was Elsie, and that was really a problem. She loved Elsie, and had gone into this venture with her, on good faith.
She just couldn't see how she was going to tell Elsie that she didn't want any part of the house. Oh, it was kind of a mess, but she figured that with Alan's love and support, she would find a way out of it.
Things always seemed worse just before they got better, and she was counting on that to be the case in this particular instance.
She returned her full attention to the matter at hand, which was bringing her handsome lover, and now future husband, into a glorious orgasm.
Up and down she went. Her saliva was really flowing, and it spewed out all over the shaft, soaking it, and giving her mouth great lubrication for the chore it was undertaking.
Alan was beginning to moan louder and louder, and started really squirming around on the grass. He could feel his come boiling in his balls, and he knew that at any moment it was going to go shooting up his enormous shaft, and spit out the tiny pissslit at the tip of his bulbous cock-head, filling Brenda's sucking mouth to the brim.
That was just what happened, too. All of a sudden, he started to have a fantastic orgasm. Brenda could tell that it was on the way, by the sudden stiffening of the huge prick imbedded in her mouth.
She could feel the already protruding veins bulging out of the side of the big shaft, and that was a sure sign that the blood-engorged shaft was ready to shoot forth its pent-up supply of come.
She sucked harder and harder, and brought the big male organ to it's gushing climax. She almost choked, so much of the hot white gooey substance shot furiously up into her sucking mouth, but she was determined not to drop one single bit of the precious fluid.
She gulped it all down, still sucking furiously the throbbing shaft. Alan moaned his approval, as once again, Brenda was draining him of his very life force.
Finally, it was all over. Alan had shot forth every last ounce of his pent-up come out into Brenda's willing, no, more than willing mouth cavity, and she had swallowed all of it eagerly.
"That was something else love," Alan said, when he could finally regain his composure after the incredible orgasm that his lover Brenda had just brought him too.
"You can say that again," Brenda agreed with him, "I love to suck your cock. That was even nicer than in the airplane," she beamed, a big grin of pure satisfaction coming over her face.
"Well, the airplane was something special," he said, "you know that, love."
"Yeah, I guess it was something else, wasn't it. Do you think that anyone knew we were in there?"
"Well, if one of the stewardesses did know what was going on, they were polite enough not to make a fuss. But, I really don't think anyone saw us. We were pretty fast, and very clever."
"Yes love, you sure handled that little scene quickly," Brenda said.
Suddenly, Alan realized that the sex that he had just enjoyed, although possibly stimulating to Brenda, had not given her an orgasm. With his big cock still dangling outside his tight jeans, he bent over, and started to pull down the zipper to Brenda's own jeans.
He lunged at her pussy, and began to really give her a good cunt-lapping. Brenda was elated at this surge of passion that had swelled up in her man, and she, like he had done only moments before, stretched back out on the soft bed of grass by the little stream, and let Alan go to work on her already oozing pussy.
He wasted no time, and shoved his tongue right up into her hole, moving it all around, tickling her clit, and teasing her senses.
Brenda had gotten so excited from blowing him, that she was almost ready to come, even before Alan had taken on this new attack on her pussy.
It was with surprising speed, that she began to go into her multiple orgasms, shooting forth a steady stream of come into Alan's face.
Alan loved the sweet fragrance, and especially the taste of the love juice that was now flushing out of Brenda's pussy and he lapped it up eagerly.
"Oh, that's it baby, eat it all up. Clean my pussy up good, lick it all. don't miss a drop," Brenda screamed out, in between a lot of heavy breathing, and panting.
Alan didn't miss a drop, either. He licked all of her pussy juices clean, drying her cunt, even inside of her pubic hairs, where a lot of the come had flowed.
He lapped up the whole area around the tiny slit of her pussy hole, and then it was all over. He swallowed all of the come down, and then moved up to her mouth.
They met in a furious kiss, sending their darting tongues into each others mouths. They were meant for one another, and they were both beginning to realize that, the more time that they spent together.
"Hey, maybe we should be getting back," Alan finally said, "it's almost lunch time, and I'm sure Mom will have news for us about the wedding plans."
"Alan, what about Elsie and the house?" Brenda asked, hoping that in some miraculous way he was going to have the answer to all of her problems.
"I don't know love, let's wait and see when the wedding is going to be, and what plans Mom has made. I know that we will be able to work something out. Have you decided that you still want to work the house with Elsie?"
"Well, I don't think that I want to as badly as I did before, but my main concern is leaving Elsie running the whole place all by herself, after committing myself to her financially and emotionally. Elsie is really a beautiful girl, and I love her. I certainly wouldn't want to fuck her up in any way, this venture means a real lot to her. She had put her whole life saving into it."
"Well, don't go getting upset again, I know we can handle it. We can handle anything, we have each other, remember?"
The way Alan said it gave Brenda a warm sense of security. She was all for women's lib and all of that, but there was nothing like the strength and warmth of a man that you loved, to guide you, protect you, and help you out of jams, like the one she now regretfully found herself involved in.
They jumped on their mouths, and sped across the field, back in the direction of the big white house, where Mr. and Mrs. Baxter were.
"Oh there you are," Mrs. Baxter said cheerfully when they walked into the den, where she was surrounded with a group of people, all discussing the wedding plans.
There were photographers, caterers, florists, the minister, choral people, an organist, all coming to her for instructions and planning.
This was a dream that Mrs. Baxter had cherished for over twenty years. Having only one son, made it especially exciting for her to plan this extravagant wedding.
Alan was sure, by the looks of things, that thousand upon thousands of dollars were going to be spent, in a very short time, to make his wedding the social event of the Miami season.
He would have been just as happy to run to a Justice of the Peace with Brenda, and get married quickly, cheaply, and quietly.
But he loved his parents, and he knew how much this was going to mean to them, especially his mother. And besides, he assumed that Brenda would probably like a big expensive wedding, with all of the Southern hospitality and grandeur that would accompany it.
It was true, Brenda had never been so excited about anything in her life. She had enough money saved to buy a beautiful wedding gown, and knew that that would really be her only expense more than likely for the rest of her life.
"Come in children, come on in. Okay, that will be all folks, I will call all of you later today," she said, dismissing the fifteen and some-odd people that had been huddling nervously around the rich and influential woman.
When the room was cleared, Brenda and Alan sat beside Mrs. Baxter.
"Well Mom when do you think all of the arrangements will be completed?" Alan said, showing his eagerness to get married to the beautiful brunette by his side.
"Well dears, I have a surprise for you. I have pulled a lot of strings, and have arranged for the wedding to be this Friday afternoon."
"You don't mean tomorrow do you?" Brenda exclaimed, immediately thinking that it was the day that the house was suppose to open.
"Why yes, I do dear. Didn't you both say that you wanted to get married as soon as I could arrange things?" Mrs. Baxter said, somewhat embarrassed at Brenda's obvious nervousness at the immediate plans that she had made for the elaborate wedding.
"Well, yes, there is just a couple of personal things that I have to take care of, and I don't know if I can do them before Friday."
"Oh well, I'm sure that you can handle anything," Mrs. Baxter said, not being sarcastic at all, but showing Brenda that she had faith in her resourcefulness.
"Besides dear, I have a surprise for you. Charles, will you bring that in for us please?"
Brenda and Alan both wondered what Mrs. Baxter was up to, as Charles left the room. However, in a moment, they both knew.
Charles returned carrying an enormous wedding dress, on a large hanger. It was the most beautiful thing that Brenda had ever laid her eyes on. It had yards and yards of white material draping out behind it, in a long and gorgeous train. It was all lace, and looked totally exquisite.
"You see dear, this is my wedding dress. I have kept good care of it, in the hopes that the young girl who Alan chose to become his wife, would do me the honor of wearing it. I'm sure that it will fit you perfectly. Of course, we may have to have it let out slightly in the bust, you seem to be quite large in that area," she said, a grin passing over her face, as her eyes roved to Alan, and then back to Brenda.
Brenda realized now that the tyrant she had met the night before, was really a foxy old lady, with a lot of charm, and a good sense of humor.
She was deeply honored that the wedding dress was being offered to her, and she thanked Mrs. Baxter profusely. Now, if she could only figure out what to do about Elsie and the Pleasure House. Oh well, she thought. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.