Introduction
This is obviously a sequel to my earlier story titled �Brenda and Patty�. You are encouraged to read it in its entirety, of course, but here is a short summary of the first part.
Brenda Carraway is the stepsister of Tyler, a boy tutored by Timothy Anderson. He is the narrator of the story. Tyler is not much of a student, but he tries his best. The tutoring goes on for four years from age 12 until Tyler drops out of school at age 16 and promptly goes to work for his father as a mechanic. Meanwhile, Brenda is an excellent student whom Timothy tutors not because she needs help in school, but to challenge her with more difficult assignments than she is used to getting. Brenda is a very pretty blonde who is afflicted with precocious puberty�a condition that causes her to �blossom� well ahead of her elementary school peers. By age 14, Brenda has a spectacular figure that catches the eye of every normal male over the age of 12. She secretly pines to be intimate with her 42-year-old tutor. Her friend and longtime classmate, Patty Bevins, is also smitten with Timothy. She is a well-endowed girl, too, but not at Brenda�s level. Unlike Brenda, Patty is promiscuous. On one May afternoon when she is 18, Patty happily swaps a sexual romp with Timothy on Brenda�s back porch loveseat for an hour of math tutoring. They both enjoy the fuck thoroughly. Brenda watched Timothy and Patty have their carnal fun with great interest, after which she flashed Timothy her ample breasts. She demands to have sex with her tutor for the first time before Patty gets a second turn with lucky Timothy.
Timothy narrates the sequel.
Part One
After having a wonderful sexual experience with the well-built Patty Bevins, I was eager to enjoy the utterly spectacular body of my longtime tutee Brenda Carraway. She had an undeniably�magnificent figure that had been attracting boys (and men) since she was just 10 years old�perhaps even earlier than that. The curvaceous blonde beauty was easily the most fetching female that I had ever tutored in my 20-year-career as a private educator. Being wholly professional, however, I had completely kept my hands off Brenda since the day I had first seen her as a four-year-old, towheaded cutie who liked to scamper about her house with no top on. With Brenda�s outright urging that we should become intimate, however, I figured I could finally indulge in the great pleasure of bedding this incredibly sexy creature. What a sudden and wonderful turn of events for me!
Arranging the details to make this happen was another matter entirely. Typically, I tutored Brenda at her home on Sunday afternoons. The previous Sunday, the gods had favored me by having Patty show up by chance at Brenda�s house on a day when Brenda was alone for several hours. The next Sunday, I had no such luck: Brenda�s parents were both present. The same thing happened the following week. Both times I had arrived at Brenda�s home hoping to turn a tutoring session into fucking time. On both occasions, Brenda and I were hugely disappointed. Perhaps the word �disappointed� was not a strong enough adjective to describe our feelings, especially mine. The mere thought of perhaps finally getting to screw Brenda aroused me to the point where I drove to her house sporting an erection. Naturally, it dissipated quickly when I arrived, saw the Carraways� family car in the driveway, and learned that Brenda�s parents weren�t going anywhere that day. After an hour of routine tutoring, I returned home and jerked off to pornography. It was a physical release, but it was hardly the same pleasure as fucking a busty, teenage sexpot. Frankly, it was not even close!
On that second Sunday, I quietly said to Brenda when her parents were out of earshot. �I don�t know about you, but these past two Sundays I�ve been hoping to find you alone here so we can have a lovely fuck together. Brenda, I know it would be fantastic!�
�Yeah, I�ve been hoping my parents go somewhere all day as they did on the Sunday when you and Patty had fun on the porch loveseat. Lucky her!�
�Lucky me, too, of course!� I interrupted. �The difference is this: To me Patty was just a convenient fuck that afternoon. Obviously, she�s gorgeous, too, just like you are; no normal guy would say no to a sexual romp with Patty. I don�t really know her, though. You, on the other hand, I love on some level. How can I not love a girl I�ve known quite well for a decade and tutored for seven of those years? It�s only natural that I feel some sort of affection toward her, right? I think it�s impossible for me not to love you, Brenda!�
I really hadn�t intended to say anything mushy like that to Brenda. It just slipped out of my mouth as part of my overall sexual frustration that Sunday afternoon. Actually, I had never thought much about how I felt about Brenda beyond the typical male lust for an extremely comely, young blonde beauty. However, the clever Brenda was such a true joy to tutor that I couldn�t help but develop some very loving feelings towards her year by year. Of course, the fact that Brenda was tremendously physically appealing during the past five years did not hurt my perception of her, either!
I could tell that my heartfelt comment startled Brenda. She silently looked at me with a sense of wonder for a few seconds. Then, when she was sure neither of her parents were anywhere nearby, she rose from her chair and gave me quite a passionate kiss. This was very surprising because I don�t think we had even shaken hands during all the years we had known each other.
�Oh, my! That was great, Brenda!� I whispered to her. �We definitely need to get together soon and take our relationship to another level completely.�
�Agreed!� Brenda strongly stated. �Timothy, despite my knowing you since I was four, I don�t know where you live and I don�t even know your phone number. Write both those things for me on this piece of paper. I�ll figure out a way that we can soon get together for a great fuck�somewhere and somehow. I�ll call you tonight. By the way, I love you, too, Timothy. I truly mean that. I don�t care about our age difference; it�s nothing more than a number to me.� That number was 28.
Part Two
That same night Brenda phoned me at 7:22 p.m. (The exact time is embedded in my mind because I looked at my clock-radio the moment the telephone rang.)
�Timothy,� she said, �I can�t speak to you for very long because I�m calling from my house and I don�t want my parents to overhear what I�m going to tell you, obviously. Tomorrow is Monday. There�s an important district championship basketball game at my school at 4 p.m. I�ve told my parents I�m going to linger around to watch it once school is dismissed. That�s just a ruse, of course. At 3:30 I�ll meet you. Park your car on Fraser Avenue. I know what it looks like. That street is just two blocks away from my school. I�ll get in your car. Then we can go to your place�or someplace�and have a wonderful fuck together for a couple of hours. I�ll leave the choice of destination to you. Are you available at that time, Timothy?�
�As it turns out, with the school year starting to wind down, yes, I am free to meet you, Brenda. I honestly can�t wait for tomorrow.� Then I added, �Brenda, honey, even if I was booked solidly for tutoring tomorrow, I�d happily cancel half a dozen sessions to fuck the most beautiful girl in the world. That�s how I feel about you.�
�Likewise, Timothy. You know I love you, too,� she replied sweetly. �Oh! Gotta hang up now. I think my mom is nearby. See you tomorrow at 3:30 on Fraser Avenue. Don�t be late!�
Brenda had already hung up the phone when I said to no one, �Be late? She has to be kidding! There is absolutely zero chance of my being late tomorrow for a roll in the hay with the lovely Brenda Carraway!�
Part Three
I arrived at Fraser Avenue at least 15 minutes ahead of schedule and found a convenient place to park. I turned on the radio and impatiently waited for 3:30 to arrive. Such was my eagerness to screw my tutee that I began to wonder if Brenda meant she�d be here at 3:30 or if her last class was dismissed at 3:30 and she might not arrive until 3:35 or perhaps even 3:40 p.m. I honestly worried that an extra 10 minutes of waiting for beautiful Brenda might give 46-year-old me a heart attack! I had fretted for nothing. Brenda opened my car door precisely at 3:30 p.m. She sat beside me in the front passenger seat.
�Hi, lover!� she said sexily, squeezed my thigh, and then gave me a world-class, romantic kiss. �Where are we going to go to have our beautiful fuck? I have to admit I got very little accomplished at school today. Of course, it�s because I�ve been preoccupied with meeting you for sex.�
I could already feel the erection building in my trousers! Still, I managed to control myself enough to say to Brenda, �Since you called last night, I�ve given this aspect of our get-together plenty of thought. I could easily take you to my place, but I have a few nosy neighbors who might think it�s odd for me, 46-year-old bachelor Timothy Anderson, to be bringing a sexy, teenage girl into my humble house. Instead, I think it�s more prudent for us to go to the Crossroads Motel about two miles from here. It caters to clients like us�people who want to rent a room for a short time to have a fuck. I�ve used it before for such purposes.�
�With Patty Bevins?� she asked jokingly.
�No,� I said with a chuckle. �I�ve only had sex with Patty that one time�on the loveseat on your porch. I haven�t had the pleasure of a second fuck with her�yet!�
�Maybe the next time you can take her where we�re heading now.� Brenda suggested.
I laughed again and said, �If this arrangement actually works out the way I�m hoping it works out, I might not fuck another female for the rest of my life...only you!�
�Timothy, I could grow to like you. I really could,� Brenda said lovingly as she embraced me. The feel of her large bosoms against my chest was lovely. It made the long kiss that followed even better. After a lengthy lip-lock, I drove us to the seediest motel in the entire county.
Part Four
We arrived and checked in, booking Room #11 for two hours. There was no problem whatsoever. I did have some concern that the desk clerk might ask me how old Brenda was, but her physique was so stunning that she could have passed for a 22-year-old despite her youthful face. The clerk only gave me a long glance that silently said, �Lucky you!� I nodded at him. Then Brenda and I strolled down the long hallway hand-in-hand. I was tempted to sprint.
�I want to be upfront with you, Timothy, � Brenda told me as I locked the motel room�s door after putting a red �DO NOT DISTURB� sign on it. �I don�t have much sexual experience.�
�At your age, despite the obvious attraction you present to males, I didn�t expect that you�d have any sexual experience at all�� I told Brenda frankly.
�Well, it�s not much,� she said. �One day when I was just 11, a 14-year-old boy named Kelly asked me If I wanted to go to a nearby park with him when school ended. I was flattered and said yes. He wasn�t interested in playing on the swings or the teeter-totter, of course; Kelly just wanted to make out. We sat on a distant park bench. I was sexually curious, so I let him grope me for maybe half a minute, but I panicked when he dropped his pants and showed me his erect penis. I rose from the bench quickly and ran all the way home. That is the complete sexual rsum of Brenda Carraway.�
I smiled and informed her, �Well, it sounds like Kelly�s courtship technique was a little bit crude, but you can�t blame a guy for trying�especially if it�s you he�s trying to woo. By the way, it would be about a four-mile run for you to get home from this motel, so I hope you don�t have the same reaction to my erect penis, Brenda. It�s probably bigger than Kelly�s.�
Brenda reminded me of something. �I�ve already seen your erect penis, Timothy. I was watching intently when you fucked Patty, remember?�
�Oh, that�s right!� I confirmed without asking her how my manhood compared to 14-year-old Kelly�s.
There was a moment of awkward silence before I lifted Brenda off her feet and gently placed her atop the large bed. I said to my 18-year-old bedmate, �Brenda, it will be my total pleasure to be your first real sex partner. I will happily please you in every way you want. This romp of ours will be more than just sexual, though. I truly want to make love to you�because I do love you! You are totally adorable!�
I remained standing while I undressed. Brenda sat up on the bed and removed every stitch of clothing from her luscious, young, nubile body. I was especially impressed with her vagina; it looked so inviting to me. Of course, Brenda�s star attractions were her famously oversize tits. They were marvelous items to behold. Firm and round, they jiggled sexily with even the slightest movement of her body. They had small areolas�a subtle trait I liked in girls�but perky nipples. That pleasantly surprised me because I hadn�t ever noticed Brenda�s nipples poking outward through her clothing in all the years since she had stopped wandering around her house as a topless child.
I, of course, was aroused thoroughly by the mere sight of beautiful, nude Brenda. I climbed onto the bed and embraced her. As when we were in my parked car on Fraser Street, the feeling of Brenda�s large breasts touching me was captivating. Of course, we weren�t nude in my car, so the sensation was enhanced tenfold by her naked body. We surprisingly kissed for nine or ten minutes before I allowed my hands to wander toward Brenda�s prized goodies.
�It�s about time!� Brenda scolded me. �I was starting to worry that my tits didn�t interest you.�
�No chance of that happening, my dear!� I replied. �I�ve been wanting to suck on them going back to the days when you were six years old and constantly parading around your house topless!�
�Bad tutor! How naughty of you!� Brenda joked. �I guess it was my fault, though. I recall one particular day when I asked you if you had noticed that I had begun to grow boobs. You were too embarrassed to answer me with my mother�in the room. Hey, you can�t help but notice them now.� She lifted them slightly from her chest and playfully gave them a shake.
Suddenly, I had no further desire to chat, so I just began fondling Brenda�s tremendous tits. I figured in the past four years that several hundred boys and men of all ages had gazed upon Brenda�s chest with wonder and awe, but I was the first male to really enjoy her prominent breasts in the best possible way. (Kelly did not count.) I groped them, I caressed them, I licked them. I buried my face in them. I placed my dick in between them for a titty-fuck, and of course I sucked on her pokey nipples. All in all, I was having the time of my life.
�Time for me to please your lower regions, Brenda!� I told her. I slithered down her body and began to pleasure her vagina. I don�t have a long tongue, but I did my best to lick her pussy from top to bottom. This seemed to have the desired effect on my young lover. Brenda had trouble keeping still�which caused her big boobs to shake. That was a lovely sight! Her vagina moistened. �Mind if I put a finger or two inside you, Brenda?� I politely asked her. �I believe you�ll enjoy it.�
�Please do, Timothy,� she said enthusiastically. �Everything has been great so far. Now I know why Patty was so pleased that afternoon with you on the loveseat.�
I grinned and purposefully shoved the middle finger of my right hand slowly inside Brenda�s pussy. She uttered a contented sigh as I rhythmically slid it in and out of her love channel. Then I repeated the process with my index and my middle finger. She and the bedsheet became noticeably wetter. That turned me on even more.
I paued my lust to kiss Brenda dozens of times across the front of her body, from her toes to her forehead. She had an especially cute belly button�and I told her so. This amused her.
�That�s right, Timothy,� she stated. �Whenever I�m at the beach in my bikini, that�s the first thing that guys always notice about me�my pretty navel, � she joked. My bedmate certainly had a marvelous sense of humor!
�Time for some serious fucking, Brenda,� I said shortly thereafter. �My dick is so hard it�s ready to burst. I don�t think I can wait five more seconds before putting it inside you.�
�Not even If I put your penis in my mouth first?� Brenda asked me. �I�ve always wanted to do that to you�since I first learned what a blowjob was.�
�Okay,� I agreed. �I�m no fool. I suppose I can wait more than five seconds to fuck you if you are going to do that for me.�
Brenda positioned me on the center of the bed and promptly got down to business. Her warm mouth felt wonderful when it accepted my throbbing penis. For someone with almost zero sexual experience, she did rather well. When she started to stimulate the opening of my dick with her tongue, I had to warn her that I could not last much longer without unloading a geyser of come into her mouth. �I want to have the hardest dick possible to fuck you with, Brenda. That moment is right now!�
Brenda got the message and we switched places on the bed. I mounted her and drove my manhood inside her without hesitation. I was overcome with lust and pounded away on her. Her jiggling tits made it a great visual experience for me, too. After about three minutes of the most intense sexual intercourse I had ever experienced in my life, I pulled out of Brenda�s vagina with just a few seconds to spare. I fired my thick, white semen all over her lower torso. It was an even stronger ejaculation than I had enjoyed with the lovely Patty Bevins 15 days earlier.
I apologized to Brenda for being less than gentlemanly in our final five minutes of lovemaking, but she laughed at the idea I had anything to be sorry about. �Are you kidding me?� she stated. �If you do that every day with me until I die, I will have led a magnificent life with zero complaints.�
What a sweetheart Brenda Carraway was! I paused for a moment before declaring, �I�m going to be completely honest with you, Brenda: I know you�re an 18-year-old girl, but I don�t want to have any other woman�ever. My desire is to do this with you every single day of my life. I absolutely love you and your stunningly sexy body. Someday soon I want to marry you and start breeding beautiful children.�
Brenda kissed me enthusiastically to tacitly agree with my sentiments. After a short silence, she asked me, �What about Patty? You promised to fuck her a second time. I know she�ll be disappointed if you don�t give her another raunchy turn on the loveseat.�
That comment seemed to come out of left field. It truly stunned me.
�I guess she�ll have to be disappointed then,� I replied. �I only want you and you alone, Brenda.�
�You really shouldn�t renege on your promises if you can help it, Timothy,� Brenda scolded me gently. �Keep your word. Give Patty one more thorough fucking sometime soon. I really don�t mind at all. Use the loveseat on my back porch again, if you like. Then we can happily fuck as a couple for the rest of our lives.�
That was basically what happened. One Sunday afternoon in July when Brenda knew for certain that her parents would be absent from the house for a few hours, she told Patty to come by �with her inviting pussy and tits� to give me a �farewell fuck�. At the time Patty didn�t get the significance of that phrase, but we had as great a time as we did during our May romp. I was very tempted to come inside her, but I settled for a well-placed ejaculation that soaked her tits thoroughly. I softly massaged her cum-covered mammary glands for several minutes afterwards while kissing her gently.
�I�m going to miss your beautiful body,� I told Patty. Then Brenda, who had been spectating as she had in May, explained to Patty that she and I had agreed to become monogamous lovers for the rest of our lives, which meant that Patty was the last girl other than Brenda who would ever receive my dick.
�I find that quite hard to believe,� Patty openly told both of us. �I�ll only start to believe it if you two are still together in a few years.�
Brenda and I continued to have secret trysts for two more years. One day, when I was especially passionate, I did not bother to pull out before ejaculating inside my gorgeous paramour. I could almost sense the outcome the instant the semen left my penis. At age 20, Brenda Carraway, my favorite tutee of all time, was pregnant with my child.
Initially, the situation was a little bit awkward, to say the least. First, there was our 28-year age difference, which upset her parents. (About three years went by before they were truly as friendly with me as they had been in the days when I was simply Tyler and Brenda�s tutor.) Secondly, the laws where I lived said the age of sexual consent was 14, but it was 18 if one party was �in a position of authority� over the other. Brenda attested that we had no sexual contact until she was 18 years old. I later learned from a lawyer that the "position of authority law" did not apply to tutors, only regular teachers since tutors could not reward nor punish students using sex as leverage. As I was leaving that attorney's office he told me, "Timothy, I know who Brenda Carraway is. She was once in my daughter's class. She is a stunning beauty. Attaboy! You are a lucky fellow!"
We were married in a simple civil service just before Brenda turned 21 years old. Brenda, being an excellent student, easily completed some college credits�at home while we jointly took care of little Amanda. Brenda proved to be a highly talented fashion designer. She created her own line of maternity outfits and another line of baby clothing. They were both very popular locally, making them a lucrative sideline for us. I stayed busy as a tutor. I tried not to advertise that I had once impregnated a favorite longtime�student, but I couldn�t keep that part of my life a secret forever. A few potential clients found out about my past, but I don�t think that sordid fact hurt my business very much at all.
By the time Brenda was 26, she was the mother of three girls, as Brittany and Wendy followed Amanda. This was by design. �Time to make another beautiful baby, honey,� I�d announce on those times when I was feeling particularly horny. �That�s what the two of us were put on this planet to do. Please take your place on our bed and assume the breeding position.�
�You�re just a dirty old man who likes to screw girls who are half your age!� Brenda would mockingly scold me.
�That�s exactly right, dear,� I�d tell her. �You can�t possibly fault me for that!�
Those nights proved to be particularly fun in bed�and fruitful to our growing family. �Oh, I think I made that one count,� I�d tell Brenda when I finished ejaculating inside her vagina. I was never wrong; I had some sort of sixth sense that could immediately tell me when I�d impregnated my sexy, fertile, young wife.
�Are you intending to keep my daughter perpetually pregnant?� Brenda�s mom asked me on the day when we had medical confirmation that her third grandchild had been conceived.
I stated the truth when I told her, �I married the ultimate baby-making machine, the sexiest female I�ve ever seen in my whole life. I�d be a fool not to use it as often as I could!�
I absolutely adored all my daughters. They were beautiful little girls like their mother once had been. This worried me, especially as Amanda showed the telltale signs of promiscuous puberty, sprouting noticeable breast buds at the youthful age of five. However, I had laid down the law when she turned three: I forbade Amanda to parade topless around the house as her sexy mother had enjoyed doing two decades earlier.
One night when I was assisting five-year-old Amanda with her bath, I definitely experienced dj vu. �Daddy, did you notice I have boobs now? See?� She pointed to the small bumps on her developing chest.
�Yes, you�re just like your mother was when she was only�five�and that greatly concerns me, Amanda, � I told her.
Amanda gave me a puzzled look and replied, �Isn�t that a good thing?�Mommy is very pretty.�
�Your mother is more than pretty, Amanda,� I confirmed. �She�s gorgeous. If you turn out to be even half as beautiful as your mother, I�ll be constantly worried about you. Furthermore, if you ever need a tutor, I�ll be him. There�s no way I�m going to hire one to teach you any subject. You can�t trust those guys to keep their willies in their pants.�