Date: Mon, 20 Aug 2012 16:59:36 -0700
From: naomiknowsit <naomiknowsit@dslextreme.com>
Subject: Brenda's Stranger

Brenda's Stranger

A note to Nifty and the reader: I know of this happening to a lesbian
friend but the story contains much male-female description.

Brenda had been together with Elaine for two years. Both were 24 and
comfortable with each other, giving each other great pleasure sexually
and emotionally.

Elaine had addressed the use of plastic, strap-ons, etc., but Brenda asked
that they be together without such things and Elaine was glad to have
things that way.

What Elaine did not know was that while Brenda considered herself
Lesbian her past indicated an exceptionally strong liking...craving...for
cock. She turned down toys because they were to her unhuman , and
while she never wanted a relationship with a man, having something up
inside her could only mean warm, living cock.

Brenda often laughed to herself that sex with a man who looked on a
woman as a vehicle for his cock was in the same category as sex
between women.

Despite being a man's vehicle Brenda liked the feeling, the submission,
the contact with the male member. But being with Elaine was more
important and she had not thought of cock really in some time, much as
any of us forgets things in favor of something more important.

******

But Brenda and Elaine went to a small luncheon party at a friend's.

Everyone knew they were together and they did not hide their affection.

Always curious and easily bored Brenda found herself in a den-library
on the second floor of the large house when in walked Ben, a man she
had met earlier downstairs.

"You get the wanderlust too," he said and she smiled and nodded.

"I know I'm being impertinent and objectionable but I tend to be direct.

But...it's clear you and Elaine are together but I have found that almost
always one of the women together has a hidden but firm longing for
cock."

Brenda was shocked and turned red because indeed he was right but
more because he was so rudely audacious.

"Here is my card. If you with to indulge your desire or need for cock
without affecting your relationship with Elaine, call me."

She took the card but in a state of automatic and then slapped Ben's
face. He did not respond other than to leave the den.

Brenda looked at the card and tore it up as much as she could and placed
it in a garbage pale. But she had memorized the number.

******

Almost daily over the next few weeks she thought of calling Ben. Yes,
she did want cock but treasured Elaine and yet...if...would it be
disloyal...she pondered, excused, until one day she did dial the number,
hanging up on hearing Ben's voice.

She dialed three more times before Ben was able to say"I know it's
Brenda. Listen carefully."

And she did indeed listen as Ben gave her a hotel and room numb er and
time and hung up. She memorized it as quickly and firmly as she had
Ben's number.

******

She felt all eyes were on her as she walked through a major hotel chain
lobby in a slacks and a blouse and with a shoulder handbag. She went to
the elevator with voices inside her telling her to stop. She didn't and
found herself knocking on the door and then Ben opening it with a
gentle smile, not arrogant at all, and letting her in.

She immediately faced 4 other men of varying ages and ethnicities but
all seeming in their 30s while Ben was in his late 40s she assumed.

Brenda stood transfixed, not having expected more than Ben and fright
mixed with the building feelings toward cock that had been with her
since she talked to Ben on the phone.

The men were Mort, Ken, Al, and Frank although she knew not which
was which really. She felt Ben take her handbag.

"I...this...let me leave," she said, as if anyone was stopping her and
since of course no one was Ben did not bother to answer but began
undoing the buttons at the back of her blouse, the cool air moving over
her back.

She was transfixed and more excited and wanting as each man undid his
slacks and removed them and then their underpants and then their shirts
and stood naked with Brenda's eyes fixed for a moment on their good
bodies but then moving from one cock to another, each one flaccid but
clearly big and with great girth, their balls supporting their cocks.

Ben knew what she wanted, needed, craved, and her body was
responding to that. She thought just a moment of how this meant she was
disloyal to Elaine and then only what her eyes were seeing had any
affect on her.

"Just one...I can't...I mean...I...just one, I do want it, you were right,
but...please...Ben...just one," she beseeched Ben as she felt her blouse
come off. Ben was removing her clothes more to keep them neat for her
leaving later than for her being naked.

"This is totally for you, Brenda," Ben whispered into her ear as she
moved away from him toward Al for no real reason.

She came up to him and looked into his eyes for a quick moment and
then went to her knees to have his genitals directly in her face. OH God
she wanted this so much, more than she let herself believe. She looked at
the circumcised foreskin and the large bulb of Al's cock with that little
bit of fluid at the hole. She reached out and took in a breath to feel the
warmth of real cock as she let two fingers lift the weight of Al's cock
and look under it. She moved the skin down and moved her hand up and
down the shaft and then followed with her tongue sliding along
underneath and then on top and then sucking in his balls and fondling
them in her mouth.

She moved away a bit and watched the now rock hard cock swaying and
she caressed it lovingly with fingers and hand and let her lips encase the
crown and her tongue lick it and her teeth graze it.

No dildo or plastic or vibrator or strap-on could do this for her and her
need for what she was getting was, again, beyond what she thought was
in her.

She opened her mouth and moved in and drew his hard moderately-sized
but thick cock deep into he mouth where she tongued and scraped and
swirled it.

She remembered right off when she heard the tell tale sounds and
movements of a man about to yield to his need to cum. She did not let up
as women who suck cock only because it's required in some way do.

She held tightly to Al's ass cheeks and upper thighs and sucked him hard
until she felt his hot jism spit out into her mouth. She loved it, another
difference with most women who suck cock. She loved the thickness,
the heat, and she swallowed it gladly, only letting Al's cock from her
mouth because his jism might otherwise choke her, and when she did of
course his spitting cock covered her face which did not at all move
away.

Brenda's claim about "only one" was of course blatantly false and as Al
stepped away Ben removed her slacks, leaving her in her net brassier
which held maybe 32AA breasts and a panty no different from what a
little girl might wear.

With Ken's help they guided her to the bed and lay her back on it, her
head going back off the edge.

Mort came up to her and she saw him upside down as he let his still
flaccid cock go into her mouth. Shed could not get enough of the feel
and taste of warm, real cock in her mouth, against her lips, felt by her
fingers, and she slurped at him and sucked him until he was hard, his
cock much large than Al's and more difficult to encompass fully with
her mouth.

Her face still coated with Al's cum she reached her hands back to stroke
Mort's balls while she continued to suck his cock or lick it as its
hardness made it slip from her mouth.

Mort then lifted Brenda's head and she now saw Ken above her on the
sofa and his really huge cock hard in anticipation and she worked at it as
if it was the first and last she's ever see. Mort and Ken worked her this
way, her mouth moving from one to the other with a hunger necessary to
drive her as she was driven.

As Ken felt himself reaching climax he undid the hook between
Brenda's brassier cups and opened them wide. He revealed what were
almost non-existent breasts and that added excitement to Ken who began
to spurt his jism all over her chest and face with her body clearly putting
itself in position to get it all.

As Ken came to an end she felt Mort pull her head back and as she took
him into her mouth he came, filling her mouth and throat as had Al and
again overflowing onto her neck and face.

Only Frank was left still able to be hard and he already was of course.

He came to her on the sofa and she continued with him as she had with
the other three until her face was thick with the cum of all four men.

******

Brenda lay on the sofa unaware that all had left, including Ben. She
licked her lips of cum and felt it on her face and then became aware of
someone wiping her face and talking to her with a comforting sound.

"It's good to do it, to have cock, be happy," she heard and looked to find
a Black woman [probably in her 50s cleaning her face and chest and
talking to her.

The washcloth was warm with warm water and felt good and Brenda
somehow felt at ease with this total stranger looking after her.

"Did you cum?" the woman asked.

"No...but...it didn't matter. I...I needed cock," Brenda admitted openly.

The woman nodded. "My name is Nan, by the way."

"Brenda...and thank you. Did you see all that went on?"

"No but I Heard...from the bedroom. I take pleasure in hearing a woman
taking sexual pleasure openly. Society wants a woman who feels as
you...and I do...to be outcasts, sluts. I admit to being a sex slut and I'm
glad there's a Ben to allow us."

Brenda nodded. "I only worry...."

"You are with a woman and feel you've been disloyal?"

"Yes," Brenda said.

"Sometimes you have to face being a slut and if your partner isn't
comfortable with that...well...OK, I talk too much."

"No, Nan, not at all," Brenda said.

Nan went to get dry washcloth and came back with Brenda sitting up on
the sofa and running her hands through her short cropped hair.

"I think you can put on your clothes," Nan said and Brenda nodded. She
thanked Nan and left, heading home to Elaine with her thoughts about
them and herself awash in what had happened.

Ben was a stranger but so was Brenda now to herself.