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Brenda's Conquest (Mf, ff)
by Tom Bombadil (stbush@iglou.com)
(c) Aug 1996

***

Disclaimer:  All the standard rules apply.  If you are offended by
explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is illegal to
possess such materials at your location, if you are under-age by law
in your location, or if somebody else thinks you might have too much
fun reading it, stop right now and remove this text from your
computer.

This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions
described by me coming straight out of my imagination.  As a work of
fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities or
actions described, nor does it relate to any type of real events in my
life, or known to me in the lives of any of my friends or relatives.

You've been warned.

Note:  All the scenes for the Brenda saga, after chapter three, were
written as a disjointed series of episodes, with no particular flow or
storyline to them.  It was difficult enough to patch and re-write
those parts that fit.  The following scenes didn't.  They were hot
enough that I thought I'd throw them in anyway.


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<<This is the original version of the scene where Caitlin first shares
Richard's bed.  It didn't properly fit the milder storyline I ended up
using.>>

It was late Wednesday night / early Thursday morning.

A loud knocking on his door woke Richard.  Checking to make certain he
was decent, he told Caitlin to come in.  She did, closing the door
behind her.  At least this time she was wearing a negligee, short and
revealing though it was.  She'd been crying.  She walked over and sat
on the bed.

"I had a nightmare.  About Angie.  Then about Vicky.  It was
horrible!"

She started crying again.  Richard sat up and gathered her in his
arms.

"Please hold me.  Please.  I don't want to be alone right now."

He held her until her tears stopped, until she was almost asleep.

"Time to go back to bed now, Caty."

"Please hold me.  I don't want the nightmare to come back."

What could he do.  Standing her up, he pulled back the covers, then
lay back with his head on his pillow.  He opened his arms to her, and
she crawled into them, curling up against his chest and stomach.
Pulling the covers back over them both, he hugged her to him, making
soothing sounds for her.  She was soon asleep.  It took him a lot
longer, holding the body that he'd stared at with such illicit lust so
recently.

She was still there when he woke up, still sleeping, but now turned
with her back to him, fitting into him spoon-style.

Slowly waking up, and realizing who was in bed with him, he blushed.
Somehow during the night, her negligee had ridden up almost to her
chest. He knew this because his right arm was curled over her waist,
his hand resting on her bare stomach, just above her crotch, and his
left arm was curled around her shoulder, supporting her head, with
that hand cupping and holding her fabric-covered left breast.  That
wasn't the worst.  Somehow his cock had slid through the opening in
the front of his shorts.  It was now pushed up between her thighs,
resting full-length along her pussy.  She wasn't wearing panties.  He
was hard as a rock.

'How the hell did this happen?'

Slowly he tried to extricate himself.  First, he attempted to pull his
cock out from between her legs.  He very gently started sliding his
hips back away from her.  At this slight movement, she moaned and
clamped her thighs together.  He stopped and held his breath,
terrified that she'd wake up.

When she relaxed and seemed completely asleep again, he tried once
more. This time it was worse.  She groaned, clamped her thighs
together, and started rocking her hips back and forth, very slowly.
Richard froze again.  Over the sound of his hammering heart, he could
just make out what she was whispering in her dream.

"Ohhh, that feels good.  Don't stop.  Make it last forever.  Yes,
Angie, just like that."  There was more, but most of it was
unintelligible, interspersed with tiny whimpers and sighs.

He tried once more to pull away, but stopped when Caitlin whimpered
and clearly said "No Angie, please, don't go away! ...  Vicky, I need
you!" After a minute or two, her hips started rocking again, and the
pleasant little sounds and words were back.  He was now too scared to
pull back, thinking she'd wake up for sure and find them locked
together like this. He couldn't even pull his hand off her breast.
Somewhere during one of his attempts to pull his cock out, she'd
grabbed his hand.

Resigning himself to his fate, he put his head down on his pillow.

Whatever dreams she was having, they were definitely erotic.  His cock
could feel her growing moisture and heat, and feel her lower lips
gently expanding and getting softer and damper.  Slowly but surely his
cock was spreading her lips and moving upward, eventually settling
against and rubbing across her inner meat.  He could feel a small nub,
probably her clit, nestled deep in the crack.  Despite the guilt, fear
and shame he was feeling, this was getting to him.  He felt those
familiar twinges deep in his groin, and knew if his sister continued
what she was doing, he'd spray semen all over the place.  He promised
himself no matter what, he couldn't do that to her.

When the tempo of her hips increased, he knew he had to pull back.
Before he could move, her hand went down between her legs and caught
the head of his cock.  She was pulling it up tighter to her crack! Now
he was well and truly trapped, with no way out.  If he pulled out,
she'd probably hurt him, and definitely wake up.  If he didn't pull
out, he was going to splatter her hand and bush with semen.  He almost
cried.  He prayed she'd stop before he came.

He could tell by the fast, panting breaths she was taking, with the
whimpers in between, she was close.  She sucked in a deep breath,
letting it out slowly between her teeth.  Her hips started bucking.
He was trying to hold off.

With a sudden gasp, she squeezed her thighs tightly around his cock,
suddenly pushing the head up into the top of her crack and rubbing it
furiously.  Now it was too late.  He started spurting, shooting his
sperm into the top of her pussy, all over her hand, all over the top
of her mound.  She was still rubbing fast and hard, which forced his
semen all the way up and down her crack, lubricating it further,
letting her slide more easily along his length.

Letting loose a series of shuddering breaths, she climaxed, stopping
her hips, tensing up all the muscles in her body.  She pressed the
head of his cock hard, keeping him in place.  He could feel the
ripples of her orgasm running all up and down her body, centring on
her groin.

It wound down quickly, her body relaxing, her breathing slowing down
and becoming more regular.  She hadn't released the pressure on the
head of his cock yet, still pushing it into her crack.  If he pulled
back now, she'd push it right into her vagina.  Hell, if he started
getting soft and shrinking, it still might happen.

Thankfully, she finally rolled over onto her stomach, still holding
his left hand on her breast, effectively trapping it there.  His cock
finally free, he used his other hand to pull it back into his shorts.
Before he fell back to sleep, one more thought rose up, one sure to
give him nightmares.  What if she got pregnant?


In the morning, Richard was awakened by a kiss on his cheek.  It was
Caitlin.  He opened his eyes and found himself staring down the neck
of her negligee.  Both of her breasts were hanging in clear view,
showing off their dark brown nipples, each puckered and hard.  An
idiotic thought crossed his mind.  He hadn't even noticed her nipples
last night.

"Thanks Rich.  That was the best sleep I've had in ages.  I had such
wonderful dreams."

'Yeah,' Richard thought.  'And I'm gonna hafta live with my
nightmares.'

She was out in the hall, closing the door, when she stuck her head
back into his room.

"Just remember what I said about that thing," glancing at his crotch.
"You almost poked it inside me last night.  As it is, I need a shower
to wash off the leftovers.  Ta ta."  The door closed behind her, and
he could hear her walking down the stairs.  A few minutes later the
shower started.

His mind finally clicked into gear.  What the hell had happened last
night?  And what did she know?  She certainly didn't seem upset in the
least, not acting like a girl who'd almost been fucked by her brother.
He had to find out.


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<<In this scene, the three girls had come up with a plan to 'open up'
Richard's rather conservative morals to the possibilities available
with two other more than willing virgins.  It definitely didn't fit
the storyline.  Too bad.>>

[[Personally, I kept waiting for this scene! - editor]]

When Richard got to the top of the stairs, he heard some quiet moans
and whimpers coming from his sister's room.  Seeing that the door was
still open a bit, he couldn't help himself.  He walked over to have a
peek at what was going on.  When he saw the two girls, he just stood
there, mesmerized, unable to think or move.  This was his adolescent
wet dream come to life, something he never in his wildest fantasies
ever thought he'd see in reality.

Vicky was lying stretched out on the bed, face up, head pointed a
little to the right of the doorway (Richard's perspective).  He could
see the slight bumps of her just-developing breasts, the dark circles
of her areolae, and the hard, pointed nubbins of her nipples.  Her
bare pubes were wet and glistening, as were her thighs, legs spread
wide to the world.  He couldn't see much of her face because Caitlin
was in the way.

His sister was kneeling on the bed, legs apart, one on either side of
Vicky's face.  Her hips were raised slightly, and she was leaning
back, supporting her weight by holding on to her ankles.  She wasn't
quite facing straight at him, but her legs were spread so far apart he
could see everything.  Sitting there, moaning, eyes closed tight, she
couldn't see anything, oblivious to everything except the person under
her who was eating her out like an expert.

Richard just stared, mesmerized by the scene.  Caitlin's skin was
covered with a sheen of sweat, from her scalp to her ankles.
Everything was moving, too, swaying in time to her gyrating hips, her
breasts making small circles in the air - those perfect, delicious
looking mounds, with wonderful, oh-so suckable little nipples, hard as
rock right now.

He snapped back to reality for a second as Caitlin shifted.  Had she
seen him?  Then he saw that Vicky'd changed tactics, using one hand
and her tongue in Caitlin's hot little snatch.  He became enraptured
again, watching Vicky's tongue flicker in and out, up and down,
swirling around inside those lips, hand moving in sync with her
tongue, sliding in and out of that tight, virginal hole.

Totally entranced, hypnotized by the scene in front of him, he barely
felt something at his waist, and hardly noticed his towel falling
away, paying no attention to those minor distractions.  Only when
something warm and wet engulfed his hard cock did he finally notice,
moaning and leaning against the door jam.  He knew he shouldn't be
watching, it was wrong, but he was pinned in place by that mouth
surrounding his member, pumping in and out.  He tried to move, but his
arms and legs wouldn't listen.  Eyes closing by themselves, he lost
himself for a moment.

Opening his eyes again, he was shocked.  Caitlin's eyes, half-closed,
glazed over with lust, were staring right at him.  He whimpered a bit,
because he still couldn't get his body to obey.  Caitlin looked down
at his crotch, looked back into his eyes for a moment, then closed her
eyes, leaned her head back, and lost herself in an orgasm.

This was too much for him.  His mind disconnected, watching her
perfect body run through its climax, her head snapping back and forth,
muscles tightening and loosening in waves, breath coming in great
gasps as she shuddered, unable to move or think at that moment.  He
felt himself letting go, unable to control himself, back spasming,
hips thrusting forward.  The release went through him like a shock,
spreading out from his groin to the rest of his body.  His eyes stayed
open, mindlessly watching Caitlin, as her body started to wind down
from its climax.

He felt himself letting loose, shooting deep into Brenda's throat time
and time again, eyes following his sister as she slowly slid off Vicky
and lay there, eyes open, watching him spasm, deep in the middle of
his own orgasm.  It was painfully intense.  Somewhere inside, an
overworked set of muscles were complaining but still functioning.  His
cock jerked again, sending another splash of semen into his lover's
mouth.

Finally it was over, the flow stopping, with nothing left to come out.
Brenda let go of his cock at almost the same time Caitlin closed her
eyes and lay back flat on the bed.  Released from the two things
pinning him in place, he sank slowly to the floor and sat there,
cross-legged, leaning back against the wall.  Brenda lay down on the
floor, putting her head in his lap, closing her eyes and resting.  The
only sounds left were those of heavy breathing and rapidly beating
hearts.

Brenda and Richard just stayed there, not moving, even when Vicky got
up to go to the bathroom.  He just mindlessly watched her walk up to
them and step across, her naked, wet pussy just inches from his nose.
He turned his head and watched her tight little buns as they bounced
down to the washroom and disappeared inside.  He was still watching
when she came back, squatted down, draped his arm over her shoulders,
and sat beside him.

A few minutes later Caitlin headed for the washroom.  He again just
stared as her lightly-furred, nearly adult, damp and shining twat
passed right in front of his eyes.  He turned and watched her cute,
jiggling ass until it disappeared.  When she came back, he watched her
perfect, bouncing breasts until they disappeared up out of his field
of vision, then refocused on her pussy.  Stopping on his other side,
she also squatted down, wrapped his other arm around her shoulders,
and sat down beside him.

Luckily, his hands knew what to do without needing any help from his
brain.  They started to fondle and caress the girls' breasts, stopping
to tease and play with their nipples from time to time.

Eventually, he started to come back to himself, slowly taking stock of
where he was, what he was doing, and who he was with.

"Could someone please tell me if I'm dreaming or not?  Did what I
think just happen really happen, or was I hallucinating?"

A familiar voice came up from his lap.  "Well, right now you're
sitting on the floor, naked.  There's three very pretty naked ladies
surrounding you.  I just finished sucking you through a mind-blowing
orgasm, and you watched the same thing happen to your sister.  You've
got one arm around my little sister, playing with her baby boobs and
nipples, and you've got your other arm wrapped around your baby
sister, playing with her nice big boobs and nipples.  If that seems to
fit what you think happened, then you've just about got it right."

"Oh.  Okay."  Short pause.  "Here I thought I was doing good, coping
with having a thirteen year old sexpot for a fiancee.  Now I have to
deal with an eleven year old sexpot future sister-in-law and a
seventeen year old sexpot sister."  Another short pause.  "Okay.  I'll
wake up in a while and everything will be just fine.  This is all just
a dream, isn't it?"

>From his left  "That's funny, your hand playing with my little
boobies and nipples feels real."

>From his right  "You think maybe these breasts you're playing with
over here aren't real?  They're mine, and your hand feels pretty good
doing whatever you're doing."

From his lap  "Let's see, what to do, what to do."  Richard jumped,
every nerve in his body tingling.  She'd sucked his cock into her
mouth. Starting with the tip, she vacuumed it in, just like a piece of
spaghetti. "Does that feel a little more real now?"

"I'm awake.  Definitely.  I don't feel things like that when I'm
asleep."

"Good."  He heard three echoes of that same word.

"Okay, now what?  You three obviously set this up for a reason.  So
far, so bad.  I know I'll feel guilty as hell later, but right now,
I'm too burned out."

"Weeeeeeell," Brenda drawled, "It's like this.  I've watched Vicky and
Caty a few times, and I want to learn what they know.  They've watched
us a few times, and they both want to learn what we know. So I made
them a deal.  If they could get you to cooperate, I'd let them
'borrow' you to teach them about sex properly.  Vicky's just old
enough to start learning, and Caty should already know lots, but
doesn't.  The rules are that you're mine, and this (grabbing his cock)
is mine.  They can't keep you, and they can't touch this (squeezing a
bit) without my okay first.  Anything else is fair game.  Now that you
know the deal, it's up to them to convince you it's okay.  This little
scene here was to get you to loosen up and let you think of the
possibilities.  You're on, girls.  Just remember, he's already been
drained dry and burned to a crisp.  There's not much left right now."

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<<Here is the original goodnight scene after Richard deflowers Brenda.
I thought it a little too improbable for her character.  Now if this
had been Vicky after her first fuck, I might have left it in.  She's
far more orgasmic than her sister.>>

They got cleaned up, Brenda trotting off to the bathroom holding a
towel to her groin, totally unconcerned that she was still naked.
Richard, shaking his head, cleaned himself up as much as possible with
a towel, slipped on his boxers, then cleaned up the dribbles and drops
of blood on the bed.  Most of them had been caught by the towels, with
only a few splashes of semen left to wipe up elsewhere.


About ten minutes later they were cleaned up and back in bed, this
time with the light out.

"Now, what's this big secret thing you want us to do."

"It's something my parents do once in a while, and mom looks like she
absolutely adores it, so I gotta try it too!  Richard, I want you to
fuck me to sleep.  Stick that thing of yours inside me and pump it in
and out until either you cum or fall asleep."

After Richard's initial objections, saying she'd be too sore, or he'd
crush her, or she'd fall off him, or whatever, she explained what she
wanted and how to do it.

They lay in bed, on their sides, with her back to his front, knees
bent, with her 'sitting' in his lap.  He rubbed his cock up and down
against her slit for a few seconds to get hard (that's all it took!)
then greased his cock with K-Y again.  Pushing into her pussy from the
rear, it felt even tighter than before.  She whimpered a bit at the
first push, but then started wiggling and thrusting her hips to get
him inside.

Inch by inch his cock slid in.  She was still full of his semen and a
little of her blood, and she was once again producing lots of her own
juice, so he went in fairly easily.  There was a little pain when his
cock crossed the remnants of her hymen, but she ignored it.  This was
just too good to stop.  That wonderful stuffed feeling was back, and
she never wanted to be empty again.

The sensations his cock was sending to his brain were incredible.
Each tiny thrust and wiggle of her hips pushed him deeper into that
extremely tight just-opened cunt of hers.  It was so smooth and silky
in there, like no other pussy he'd ever been in.  She was hot and wet.
He could feel her juices leaking out around his cock, covering her ass
and his balls.  Finally his penetration was halted, as deep as he
could get, with the end of his cock pressing firmly against her
cervix.

"Stop.  Just ... just hold it in there for now.  I like it in me like
this, filling me up.  It feels huge, but so nice.  Hold me now, hug me
close.  Please Richard.  I want to be right here in your arms when I
wake up.  With your cock in me."

"If I can, I will.  No guarantees, but I'll try."

Sliding one arm under her head and her pillow, he wrapped the other
around her torso, placing his hand on her chest between her breasts.
She hugged his arm to her possessively, as though she would be holding
it for the rest of her life.  Even impaled as she was, ass in his lap,
she was that much shorter than him that her head nicely fit under his
chin.

"Okay, start moving.  Slower ... slower ... that's it ... now deeper
... a little deeper ... ouch!  Not that far back, my hymen still
hurts! Okay, keep going ... yeah, that feels good ... a little slower
... yeah, perfect.  Just like that.  Now just keep pumping 'till you
cum or fall asleep."

He was stroking about half-way out then all the way back in against
her cervix, taking about ten seconds per stroke.  He was resisting the
urge to just bang away again, this being brought on by the sudden
feelings of lust overtaking him, holding her naked teen body to him,
his cock telling him that this was the best ever and just go for it.

After a while he developed a nice easy relaxed pace and rhythm, close
to what Brenda wanted, but not quite as long or as deep.  He simply
clenched his ass to push in, then relaxed to slide out.  It was so
effortless that way, he thought he really could do it all night.
There was an end in sight, though, because the constant stimulation of
her tight twat on his cock was driving him higher.  He knew that
eventually he could cum just doing this.

She was enjoying herself as well, he noticed.  With her 'sitting' in
his lap, almost the full length of her body was pressed into him.
Every once in a while he could feel different muscles in her body
twitch and shiver, usually accompanied by a tiny squeak from her, and
sometimes followed by her vagina grabbing his cock.  The first few
times this happened, he stopped and waited for her to let go, but
after her impatient bum-wiggling told him to get back to work, he
simply pushed through her grip.  This invariably brought a long,
whining sigh from her.

About an hour after they started, he noticed that her muscle twitching
and vaginal contractions were getting more frequent.  All of a sudden
her entire body convulsed once, then seized up, completely rigid,
holding his arm, and his cock, in a death grip.  Pushing through her
clasping cunt as he was used to doing by now, he simply kept pumping.
Her breathing was infrequent and gasping.  After about a minute, she
relaxed for a second, took a deep breath, then seized up again,
throwing her head back against his chest.  The third time she did
this, he was worried enough that he stopped.  She immediately wiggled
her bum and squeaked out the words "don't stop", so he started again.

Six or seven more times she did this, cumming long and deep, going
completely rigid or wriggling very stiffly.  Near the end, he was
having to hold her tight to him, she was jerking around enough to
possibly pop right off his shaft.

With several long breaths she relaxed, and whispered "don't stop"
again. Her breathing evened out, becoming slower and deeper, and her
grip on his arm loosened.  He thought she was falling asleep, until he
felt her inner muscles grab his cock.  They grabbed, then released,
then grabbed, then released, over and over, in time with his thrusts.
'She's milking me, for Christ sake!'

After all this build-up and watching her cum over and over again, it
didn't take long for that familiar sensation to show up.  His insides
were tightening up, getting ready to fire deep inside her.  He wanted
this now and, apparently, so did she.  He kept up that slow pace until
that first jet was on its way, then he jammed his cock as far inside
as it would go in one hard thrust, shooting his seed tight against her
cervix, trying to inject it straight into her womb.  With each spurt
he pulled half-way out then jammed home again, deep inside.

Brenda's body tensed up with his first hard shove, then went rigid
with the second, locked into another orgasm.  Her breathing stopped
after one deep gasp, not resuming until he finished pumping every drop
of his cream into her.

When he finally finished, she started breathing again, long, deep
lungfuls, catching up with her body's needs.  This time when she
relaxed, she melted completely, every muscle going limp.

His cock was still insider her, but soft and shrunken.  Even her tight
pussy couldn't keep him hard forever.  When he made a move to get up,
thinking he should clean up, she clamped down on his arm with one
hand, and reached around and grabbed his hip with the other, holding
him in place, keeping his limp member inside her.  She seemed
completely indifferent to the semen leaking out of her pussy, covering
her crotch and ass and his thighs and balls, and dripping onto the
bed.

She relaxed again when Richard did.  He thought he heard a muffled and
quiet "thank you", but wasn't really sure.  She was soon asleep.
Richard, tired out by his and her exertions, quickly followed.

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<<End of the outtakes>>

Hope you enjoyed reading these scenes as much as I did writing them.

<<FIN>>


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