I quietly undid the string holding my light pants up on my hips and I pushed the waistband down to expose my manhood. It was hard like a rock, and Brenda sensed that I was coming for her. She spread her legs a bit more and moaned in anticipation at the realization that her hopes were now fulfilled. She reached underneath herself and put a hand between her legs and I watched as she spread her own lips to receive me. At that, I placed the head of my penis against her gate and started my journey forward.
But before I had gone an inch, Brenda jumped forward in the chair and exclaimed, “Whoa whoa whoa! What’s that? What are you doing?”
Chapter 14 - It's New For Brenda
I was shocked and pulled away, falling into the chair behind me and I tried to quickly pull up my pants. I thought that she wanted me to make love to her. What was wrong? I mean, how could I have mistaken her intentions? I couldn’t have. What was she objecting to?
Brenda spun around with a fearful and shocked look on her face, but as she caught sight of my penis, still sticking up in my lap, she softened.
She said, “Oh. Oh my. I see. Oh my, indeed. Um, Ronin, forgive me. Please, I’m so sorry. I thought something else. Come back and try again. I’ll never do that again. I swear.”
Brenda turned back around and took the same position that she had been in before, and waited for me to recover from her outburst. I waited for a few seconds and then stood up and put myself back in position as well. I very tentatively touched her with my pole again, and she sighed in a satisfying way.
Before I had gone more than an inch, and I was going very slowly, she said, “My Lord, our first husband wasn’t so…manly. Not so big. Not nearly. Forgive me, but I thought that you touched me with your fist and I didn’t know what you were doing to me. But please, come in. I belong to you now.”
I felt the heat of her sex, and it was wonderful, and I pressed forward.
She said, “Oh yes. Come in, My Lord. I will love you forever. Oh, come farther. Yes yes. Oh, come farther. Oh my, is there more?”
I kept going, and finally reached the end. Like I have said, I wasn’t really that big. Certainly not large enough to be mistaken for a man’s fist. Brenda explained in the next moment.
She said, “Oh Ronin, forgive me for comparing you. Our first husband, he was just half your size. I thought that all men were. Or nearly so. Oh, this feels good. So full. It’s very different. Wait a moment. Rest and go slowly. I like this very much. Oh, you are like a massage that goes on and on. This is very different. So slow and wonderful. We won’t take so long today, and if you want me more vigorously another time, we will always do what you want, but love me this new way for now.”
Brenda’s body felt incredible. And her emotional connection felt wonderful. I did as she asked and simply relaxed in her for several minutes as she rhythmically squeezed me with her vagina. And after what seemed like the appropriate amount of time, I slowly pulled back and then pushed forward even slower, beginning to thrust very gently. Brenda responded with more enthusiasm than I would have imagined.
She started to pant and gasp, saying, “Oh! Oh wow! Master that’s wonderful. Oh yes.”
I moved just a little faster, her words encouraging me and arousing me.
Suddenly, she became somewhat frantic and grunted, “What? Oh no! Oh yes! Oh no! What’s happening? Oh yes! No!” and she clenched hard and orgasmed powerfully.
I wasn’t expecting that. I had hardly moved. And from the way she talked, it sounded as if she had never had an orgasm and didn’t know what was happening to her. I stopped moving and Brenda gave a very satisfied groan and pulled away from me. I grabbed her hips to keep her where she was, but she twisted to the side and sat down awkwardly where I couldn’t reach her with my cock.
I said urgently, “Brenda, what are you doing?”
She sighed with contentment and said, “Oh, Master. I have never had a vaginal orgasm before. That was amazing. And so quickly. It couldn’t have been more than a half an hour. Wow. It was so quick and so easy!”
I gasped in frustration, “Brenda, it was no more than three minutes. What are you doing? Come back and let’s keep going!”
She smiled and said sweetly, “I have had my pleasure, My Prince. Come stand before me and I’ll try to satisfy you with my fingers and lips if I can,” and she reached for me.
I said even more fervently, “Brenda, what are you talking about? Please come back here and make love to me!”
She said just as sweetly, “I will My Husband. As often as you like. Even as soon as ten days from now if that’s what you want. Come here and let me see if I can help you to a climax. If not, I will pleasure you how I can.”
I nearly screamed, “Brenda, what are you saying? I want you now. Please, get back on your knees and let me fuck you!”
She said, “You did fuck me, Master. And it was wonderful. And if I can, I will give you pleasure as well.”
I said, “Brenda, please stop teasing me! I don’t enjoy it at all. Not like this!”
Brenda suddenly got a strange look on her face and said, “Master? What do you mean? What is it you want from me?”
I said vehemently, “I want you to get back up here where you were and let us finish what we started. Brenda, I won’t force you, and if you don’t want to keep going, we’ll stop, but you said that we could make love as much as we wanted. I don’t understand why you are pulling away from me. Did I do something wrong? Did I offend you? Have you changed your mind about being my widow-wife? What is the matter?”
Brenda continued to look at me very strangely, but slowly turned around with her back to me again, and presented her sex to me again. I was very aroused and wanted her so badly now that I didn’t hesitate as I lined up and plowed her deeply. I shoved myself back into that wonderful place between Brenda’s legs and pressed hard against her. Brenda responded by throwing her head back in surprise and excitement, and I started a slow thrusting, taking long strokes and being sure to press hard and deep on each forward stroke. I went slow, but not as slow as before. And before I had taken three strokes, Brenda was crying out in climax again.
She said, “Oh oh oh, no! Master. Oh that’s good. It’s happening again!” and she obviously climaxed hard.
I held her hips firmly, afraid that she might try to pull away again, and I had no intention of letting her. I wouldn’t make her keep going if she truly wanted me to stop, but it seemed like there was some kind of a misunderstanding between us about what was supposed to happen here, and I sincerely hopped it was her misunderstanding and not mine. I knew exactly what we should do. And stopping so that she could give me her best effort with her hands wasn’t it. I wanted to bury myself in her fabulous pussy, over and over, slapping my hips against her luscious buttocks, all the while feeling and hearing her call out to me in arousal and orgasm, and then to finally have me pour my seed into her in my own rapturous release. That’s what I wanted. And what the hell did she mean about us making love again as soon as ten days from now if that’s what I wanted? I was going to want this several times a week, and sometimes several times a day. She might be angry with me when we were done, but I couldn’t figure out a reason why.
I increased my pace, and Brenda increased the frequency of her climaxes. Over and over she came, screaming or gasping every few minutes. And every time she climaxed, I increased my pace and fervency. She was no longer trying to pull away from me at all, but instead met every thrust by pushing back into my body. Soon, she seemed to be experiencing an orgasm on nearly every other stroke of my penis. Her head drooped farther and farther and her cries of pleasure became less and less intelligible. And then I roared. My release came and I pulled her hard against me and had spasm after spasm, shooting at what must have been directly against the far wall of her canal.
When I finished, I gasped for breath for a minute, and then I checked to see the state of my lover. Brenda was nearly passed out. Not entirely, but certainly limp. I hated to remove myself from the paradise between her bottom chee
ks, but I did, and as I did, I held onto Brenda so that she wouldn’t fall out of the chair. I lifted her into my arms, and backed up to the chair behind me, sitting down with Brenda in my lap. I considered trying to see if I could enter her again in this position, but I was starting to relax, and gave up on the idea as soon as it came to me.
I cradled Brenda in my arms and started to caress her large naked breast with my right hand. Unfortunately, her breast showed a terrible purple and yellow bruise where she had been mistreated by the men, and I put my arm around her waist instead.
Brenda stirred in my lap a few seconds later, and as she did, I pulled her face toward me so that I could kiss her. She was startled, but instantly kissed me back very passionately. We kissed for a minute and then I hugged her to me again.
I said, “Brenda, are you OK? Did I do something wrong? Don’t you love me? You said that you did and that you wanted me to love you.”
Brenda snuggled into my arms and sighed.
Then she said, “Master, you are my master now, and there can never be a change now.”
I must have flinched at her words and she tried to reassure me, saying, “Yes, Ronin, my master, not because I am a slave, or even a servant, but because you rule over me. I am yours by choice and consent. I’ve told you several times that titles are bestowed upon you, and I call you master because that is what you are. But, Ronin, what happened to me? That was incredible.”
I said, “What do you mean? I really don’t understand.”
She said, “Ronin, I have never experienced anything like that. Never. Not in all my years of marriage. You had me climaxing just from being inside me. I have never felt like that before. I had heard that Lucille would have an orgasm like that, but neither Alice or I have felt that before. Oh, it was amazing. And not just the once, but over and over and over, countless times.”
I asked, “Brenda, what were you used to? But first, do you still love me? Do you still want to be what you told me about? Or do you want to be the housekeeper only? Or to leave and not stay here with us? I don’t understand. I love you, but I won’t force you to stay. If you want to leave, I will still provide for you.”
Brenda snuggled into me and said, “Ronin, I can never leave. No, wait, don’t be afraid. I am starting to see how you think. No, I can’t ever leave, not because of vows, but because I do love you. And I am your widow-wife and I will never want to leave. The things that you did to me…”
I said, “I didn’t do that much. Nothing unusual.”
She said, “It was unprecedented for me. But, it is not just the way that you did me, but the way that you felt about me. You asked what it was like for me before. Ronin, my husband was a good man. He was thirty years older than I am. He was fifty six when we mated. When we were together sexually, most of the time after he had penetrated me for a few minutes, he would pull out of me and I would use my hand to pleasure myself while I used my other hand or my lips to try to pleasure him. And we would sometimes climax, but it would often take an hour, and many times not at all.”
I said, “Brenda, you said that we could make love as often as we wanted to, but then you said that it could only be every ten days. Why? If that is how it must be, I will be glad for even that, but why?”
She said, “Ronin, I said that we could make love as much as you wanted to. And when I said, ‘as soon as ten days from now, it was because Alice and I had only experienced it once a month at most. And for the last several years, not at all. And, maybe I shouldn’t say this, but why not? OK, if I talked like Harmony, I’d say something like, ‘his penis was only as big as my finger and I hardly felt it when he was inside me’. Ronin, I think that until just now, I had never, ever, been fucked,” and she smiled and laughed a little.
Then she said, “So, you really think that you will want me more than once a month?”
I gasped and said, “Brenda, tell me the truth. How often do you think that you will want it from me?”
She grinned and said, “Well, I hate to be unreasonable. You do have three, I mean five, of us now. But, if you want to know how I feel, I would say that if you want me every day, that it would be my pleasure to accommodate you.”
I said, “What if I want you more than once a day?”
She said, “Of course. At least three times a day. Wait. You seem serious.”
I said, “Well, it can’t be several times every day. And not really even once every day. But sometimes it could be.”
She looked at me and said, “Really? Well, if that’s what you want, pull up my dress and fuck me silly!”
I laughed and said, “Brenda, I love you. Did you know … um, never mind.”
I had almost told her that she was part elf, but then I remembered Lucy’s caution about keeping secrets about those things and I didn’t say it.
I did say, “Brenda, you have the most luscious body. I am very attracted to you. Um, do you like it from behind like that? Like we did just now?”
She said, “Well, it’s the only way that I ever felt anything at all. But did you like fucking my ass like that? I mean, not in my anus, obviously, but like we did?”
I said, “I loved it. I really did. Is that what you call it?”
She said, “Fucking my ass? I don’t know. But now that we say it, I do get a bit of a tingle imagining hearing you say it that way. I think that it might be a bit exciting in a way. For goodness sake! The very idea that sex would be at all exciting is strange. Oh yes, lift my dress and me silly as often as you want me. Wow.”
I said, “So, you have said several times, but do you mean it? Or is it a game?”
She said, “Do I mean it that you can bend me over and fuck my ass as often as you want to? Yeah, I mean it. I had no idea what that meant when I first told you that, but now that I know what it is to be really fucked, I mean it even more. Ronin, yeah, do it. Anytime, anywhere. Don’t even ask. Um, I kind of liked it very much when you were telling me to get back on my knees and let you have your way with me. It was arousing. If you want, we could play games like that, too. If you want to.”
I said, “You mean, I could come in after a day outside and just say, ‘Brenda, drop your dress and fuck me woman!’”
She giggled and said, “Ooh! That gives me a tingle! Yeah, do that. So, I’m really and truly yours now, aren’t I?”
I said, “Like I said, you are my women and no one had better challenge me about it. Brenda, you are truly mine since you want to be, and um, does that change anything about being a widow-wife instead of a um, other kind of wife?”
She said, “I can’t see how.”
I said, “OK. Well, I want to say a few things so that you’re clear about them then.”
She said, “OK.”
I said, “First. I love you. Like any of the others. And, I think that you are beautiful. Very, very beautiful. Um, Hey, can I touch your pussy for a moment?”
Brenda said, “I suppose that depends. Do you want to?”
I said, “Yeah.”
She said, “Well, since you can do anything you want, I guess that means that you can.”
She got a wicked grin on her face and said, “But, Ronin, tell me to do it.”
I grinned and said, “Brenda, spread your legs wide and let me see that pretty pussy that you have for me!”
Brenda squealed excitedly and spread her legs and waited.
I said forcefully, “Brenda, I said spread them.”
She jumped in excitement and pulled her knees up to her chest and spread them as wide as she could. I slid my hand along her inner thigh until I reached the folds of her labia. They were still open, and I played gently with them, exploring what they felt like and how they were made. Brenda squirmed in my lap, sometimes pushing her pelvis toward me as if she wanted me to touch her even more directly. So, I did.
I had heard about a woman’s inner spot where she has a high concentration of nerve endings, and I hooked two fingers of my hand upward into Brenda’s vagina and tried to feel for it. I found something,
and from the way that Brenda reacted, it must have been what I was looking for. I felt around and rubbed it more firmly as Brenda began to gasp and writhe on my hand, and after a very short time, she squeezed me with her muscles and grunted several times in yet another orgasm. I removed my hand slowly, and as an afterthought, I put my fingers in my mouth and sucked the juices from them. Brenda tasted good to me and I could sense that I was going to want more of that as the days went by.
Brenda panted and said, “Ronin, you amazing man! That was incredible. Even your touch is like nothing I have ever known. Thank you thank you thank you. Thank you for all of this. Thank you.”
I said, “Brenda, I love you. Um, I’m worried about your bruises. I’m so sorry.”
Brenda said, “I’ll be fine. I’m going to be sore tomorrow, maybe in more ways than one, but you were magnificent. The way that you called me your woman and saved me that way from those men, it was amazing. And I wanted you so badly. And now, here we are. I’ll be fine. I’ll be better than I ever have been. And you know, my first husband was a fine man, but well, I’m really happy now.”
We rested just a few more minutes and then Brenda said, “Ronin, how long has it been? I think it’s starting to get dark. I should get dinner ready. And you need to talk to Alice, I think. Alice is a wonderful woman. She’s going to make you very happy. I’m so happy that I can’t believe it. And poor Alice has no idea. And I’m not going to tell her.”
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