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Brenda
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Brenda
by Barry Wagstaff
Brenda was no raving beauty but she is very sweet and at 5'10" and 160 pounds,
a lot of woman. She had shortish, strawberry blonde hair a tiny ass for her
size, and big breasts. We had met at work on the night shift where she was a
nurse. Hours of talking while she tended to her work had left me interested
in her mind - she had a wry sense of humor.
It was Christmastime and the snow had been coming and going almost daily. We
were both off work and she called me up and asked if I wanted to get together.
I said sure and suggested a movie and an early dinner. I picked her up at 5pm
and we hit a dinner spot which I like, then went on to see the movie, "Dune".
Though the movie was clearly over my head at the time, I have learned to
really like it in its reruns. After the movie we headed for my house for a
bit of light boozing and a backrub in front of the fireplace. I had decided
that I liked Brenda enough that I wanted to make love to her and figured she
felt the same way.
Stretched out the way she was (wearing a dress) on her tummy, I began working
on her back, kneading pinching, working her over. The brassiere was a
problem, but hooked in the back and with careful manipulation, even through
the back of her dress I unhooked her. She shrugged her shoulders loosening it
completely. I moved down and massaged her sacrum, then continued down her
legs. She was wearing panty-hose and it was hampering my intentions. I moved
up to test how ready she was for me to move right along, and rubbed her butt
while kissing her upper legs through the material of her dress. She made no
objection, in fact she made no sound at all. I slipped my hands under her
dress and fearing that she might be offended if I moved too quickly, I pulled
just her panty-hose down and off her feet, with her cooperation in moving
around. Shifting my position I rubbed the sides of her breasts and she lifted
up a bit so that I could cup both of her breasts easily, and they were
wonderful. With a little shaking her bra rode up over her breasts so I could
feel them better. I moved back to her thighs. All I had on my mind now was
sticking my dick inside of her, either in my bed or right here on the living
room floor. With the backs of my hands together and fingers pointing downward
I forced my way between her thighs, which she parted as I pushed. Tickling my
way up the insides of her thighs I touched the crotch of her panties and noted
that they were wet. Skirting the edge of her panties I felt for her labia,
then pushed two fingers into her vagina. Still she made not a sound, though
her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily. She was nice and wet and
lifted her butt up into the air when I touched and caressed her clitoris.
Without warning she pushed herself up into a sitting position, turned and
kissed me. Then rising to her feet, she led me to my bedroom, turned, pulled
her hair aside and presented my with the zipper to her dress. Well, this
woman knows what she wants, doesn't she, thought I. I obliged her with the
zipper and she pulled the dress and bra off her shoulders, stepped out of the
dress and tossed the bra aside. Now she was standing before me wearing just
her panties and she was shivering in the cool room. Moving around her I
pulled down the covers and turned on the electric blanket, ushering her in.
Moving to the light switch, I turned off the illumination then doffed my own
clothes and joined her in the bed. Once the covers were drawn, she reached
down and removed her panties. Too bad she did not know that boys like to do
that themselves for the sexual excitement of pantsing a woman for the first
time.
I touched between her legs and she parted them eagerly. Lowering my mouth I
sucked her nipple drawing the complete areola in with them into my mouth. Her
eyes were closed and her breathing regular. Her pussy was nice and wet, and
selfish, horny me I just climbed between her legs which she opened widely by
drawing up her knees and allowing them to fall apart. With my chest lying
against her breasts I entered her in one, smooth motion. She was wet enough
and her pussy loose enough that I was hilted immediately. Brenda had arched
her back and raised her legs up onto my back with the invader's arrival.
There is no such thing as bad pussy, and though not the 'best' I had ever had,
it was new to me and with that notion alone, I could sense that I would not be
able to hold my load for long. Beginning a rhythmical, thrusting motion I got
perhaps 20 pumps in when Brenda opened her eyes and mouth, took a deep breath
and bore down. It was too much for me and I gushed forward a quart of cum.
Reaching around and under her I grasped her ass cheeks firmly and drove my
cock home in her. She had had a hysterectomy before, so there was no cervix
to feel. I had wondered what she would feel like inside, especially whether
her vagina would be shorter than without a hysterectomy. My produce spilled
out of her with the piston effect behind it. Her thighs were glistening with
the juice.
I was worn out and rested on top of Brenda for a while. Rolling off, I fell
asleep next to her, snuggled up. Brenda woke me up several hours later by
rubbing my dick gently. "Want some more?", I inquired. "You bet.", she
responded. My dick was well on to being hard again, so I positioned her on
her hands and knees and pointed my dick at her hole from the rear. With my
hands I spread her labia wide and looked at my previous load of cum still
dripping out of her. Pushing forward slowly I savored watching my penis
disappear into Brenda. Being able to see my dick buried inside of a woman is
very neat to me, especially so if the woman is very petite, since I have a
very thick cock. Brenda reach up under her pussy and played with my nuts. I
reciprocated by reaching around her leg and rubbing her clitoris. She sure
was a quiet one. I asked what I could do to help her cum and she said that I
was doing just fine, that she just was not very demonstrative when she
climaxed.
I could feel another load of cum readying for ejection. I told her to hold my
balls tight and she would feel something neat. She nodded her intention.
"Uhhhhhh, I'm cumming.", I said, and my balls twitched as I pumped another
load into her. Brenda giggled and said, "I can feel your balls contract!"
Shortly thereafter, while I was still pumping into her and playing with her
clitoris she murmured quietly, "Ohhhh, here it cums!", after which we both
rolled sideways in the bed and fell asleep again.
In the morning I awakened, grabbed my flashlight and went between Brenda's
legs. She woke up and inquired as to just EXACTLY what I was doing. My
voice, muffled by the bedcovers, came out as, "I like to look!" She relaxed
and allowed me to enjoy my view. I performed an exam to see how deep her
pussy was, since she no longer had a womb. Her pussy felt just about like any
other and maybe only slightly shorter, but I really could not be sure. Felt
good enough to cum in, that was for sure.
We dated for several months more then went our separate ways.
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