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Brooke and Willow - 4
by Brody (no address provided)

***

A chance encounter with the store clerk had led to a 
surprising night of discovery and a promise of much 
more. Brooke has more than delivered on her promise to 
help Darrin find a girlfriend. In this chapter, Darrin 
realizes that he is completely smitten with Willow and 
suffers withdrawals when she can't come over. Then 
Brooke helps Darrin find a release then suggests the 
next steps to him. (MFf, ped, rom)

***

Chapter 4

Monday morning I was off to work still daydreaming about 
the nymph named Willow. I couldn't decide though whether 
she was a nymph or a naiad. I finally settled on calling 
her a nymph since I hadn't seen her swimming yet. I was 
also filled with the incredibly sexy dream/kything that 
Brooke had laid on me. I was seriously in awe of what 
that chick could do!

Mid morning I was interrupted by Kathy coming by my 
cubicle. "Hey, Darrin, Shelly tells me that she saw you 
Saturday."

"Hi, Kathy. Yep, she did. How'd your party go?"

"Oh, it was pretty good. Although Gerrod had too many 
Harvey Wallbangers."

"What did he do?" Gerrod was known for alcohol induced 
stupidity.

"He got in an argument with the lamp."

"The lamp?" I laughed. "I suppose that he lost the 
argument?"

Kathy laughed. "Jeanie's got a vid of it on youtube now. 
I'll send you the link."

"Wow. Think that'll make him admit an alcohol problem?"

Kathy shook her head. "But me and Shelly would like to 
have you over for dinner. Would tonight work?"

"No, I have already promised to help a friend tonight."

Kathy looked a little surprised--maybe even put out--
that I didn't immediately jump at the opportunity to 
have dinner with them. "Well, I'm a little 
disappointed..."

"And so am I, but really it's..." I paused. I was almost 
going to say "it's presumptuous to expect people to drop 
whatever plans they have to come at your beck and call." 
But I quickly caught how wrong that would have been and 
just said, "it's, it's important that I honor my word to 
my friend tonight. Perhaps some other time with a little 
more heads up?"

"Okay."

And then she left. She did not send me the link to 
Gerrod arguing with the lamp. I suppose that was her 
"gentle" way of telling me that I failed her test. 
Somehow I didn't care. Office politics sucked most of 
the time. Oh, I did see Gerrod's brilliant debate with 
the lamp later that day. I'm sure glad that I didn't 
work with the guy. It only reinforced his position as a 
pompous ass-hat.

But I was looking forward to that first evening of many 
with Willow. I kept looking at the clock with 
anticipation like a school boy would just before summer 
recess. Small wonder why I did not linger to talk with 
anybody when quitting time came.

Willow told me that the test in Bio went much better 
than normal. "And it's all a cuzz of you!"

That next week was a time of sweetness, a time of 
melding our hearts together, a time of love blossoming 
as though we were both teenagers. I thought about that 
late on Thursday evening after Willow had left and 
realized that in some respects I was still a teenager 
emotionally. So this was probably therapeutic for me.

Willow opened up to me about how stifled she felt at 
home, "Mom's nice and all, but I don't get her choice of 
men. They all seem to be losers or in it for some scam." 
She leaned into me and whispered playfully, "Nothing 
like you, Darrin. You are seriously the nicest guy I've 
had the fortune of being around."

I smiled at her compliment and pulled her in close to 
me. Since we were sitting side by side, I put one arm 
around her, catching her ribs under her right arm and 
accidentally planting my hand square on top of her right 
tit.

Willow giggled and clamped her arm down hard trapping my 
hand there. When I realized what I was touching, I 
turned beet red and tried to pull away.

"I'm so sorry, Willow," I exclaimed, trying to save face 
somehow.

She released my hand, turned and kissed my cheek then 
said, "It's okay. I already know what you think about me 
and my tiny speed bumps. And I am very honored that you 
are not trying to take advantage of me in anyway."

"But, I'm, I mean, uh..."

She kissed my lips then said, "No talking. You're not 
making sense."

I finally laughed at the situation.

"Darrin, I have suffered my boys in my class groping me, 
pretending it was an accident then laughing because they 
didn't feel anything. So, I'm very pleased that you 
think there's something there and that it's worth being 
respectful."

"It's because there is something there," I finally said, 
"and because a guy shouldn't just go and catch a feel 
whenever he wants. That's just wrong."

"And that's why you're so right." She leaned over and 
kissed me again. Sweetly and gently on my lips, before 
she coyly smiled and looked away.

But generally there was nothing overtly sexual going on, 
although there was an underlying current of sexiness--
Willow was cute! No, she was beautiful. It fascinated me 
watching her brush her hair and then braid it. 
Everything that we did or said together was simple, 
genuine and unforced, and often very romantic. I loved 
her smile. Even at work I could briefly close my eyes 
and see her bright eyes and hear her voice.

Yes, I was rather taken with her.

She had to be with her mom and family most of that next 
weekend and I suffered a little bit of withdrawals from 
her. But Brooke knocked at my door on that Sunday 
evening.

"Brooke, It's so nice to see you," I said and motioned 
her in.

"Darrin, I'm getting all sorts of vibes off of you. Good 
vibes. And I saw Willow and her mother in the store 
yesterday and wow! her vibes were off the chart. What 
have you been doing? I want to know everything!"

So we sat in the kitchen and ate deli meat, crackers and 
cheese and sipped the last of the port that I had 
purchased about a weeks before. I told her all that 
Willow and I had been doing and how I was in a bit of a 
funk since I hadn't seen her since Friday evening.

Brooke leaned forward and kissed my lips. "Darrin, I 
knew it. I was right. Willow is your match, she is your 
complement and you are hers. Damn! I'm so excited!" She 
placed her arms around my neck then said, "And I can 
tell that you are really emotionally tied in with her. 
Her sweetness is like a healing balm for your heart, 
isn't it?"

I nodded.

"Oh, and you really think she's beautiful, don't you?"

"I do, Brooke. I daydream about her."

Brooke lightly rubbed my crotch and whispered, "Do you 
think about her down here too?"

"I'm trying not to. I really don't know how I should 
approach being sexual with a minor."

"What if you marry her?"

"Marry?"

"It's legal in this state to marry a sixteen year old 
girl with her parent's permission."

"Oh..." The concept was heady and completely unexpected.

"When's her birthday?"

"I don't know yet."

"There. You have something else to talk about." She 
kissed me again and traced the back of her hand over the 
rising bulge in my pants. "You find that exciting? 
Taking Willow as your wife?"

"I'm about coming out of my skin!"

Brooke laughed and it reminded me of the tinkling of 
soft bells. "Darrin, do you remember when I was kything 
with you and I let you see and touch my pussy?"

"No way I could ever forget that."

"I have one more lesson for you. You know what a pussy 
looks like. But remember that every pussy, while 
similar, is unique. They're very much like snowflakes: 
no two alike."

"A lesson for me?"

She smiled coyly, nodded then said, "Take me up to your 
bed. It'll be so much more comfy there."

I nodded like a goof-ball, stood up and gently pulled 
her hands. She stood up and kissed my lips again and ran 
her hand over my crotch. 

"This way," I said, then took her by her hand and led 
her up to my room. She was behaving rather cute and 
almost like she was bashful.

"In here?" she asked coyly.

"Yes, should I carry you in?"

She giggled.

I picked her up and marveled at her form, her beautiful 
eyes and her strangely lithe body. Damn! She was playing 
with my mind again and allowing me to see Willow instead 
of herself. I gently laid her on my bed and leaned over 
her and kissed her lips.

"Would you undress me?" she asked. "Please?"

She raised up a little from the bed and I lifted her 
shirt from her body to reveal a small white bra that hid 
tiny tits. My dick grew a size and a half.

"You are more beautiful than ever," I whispered, caught 
up in the picture that was more Willow than Brooke.

"You are too kind."

"May I remove your bra?"

She nodded and smiled shyly.

I licked my lips out of nervousness then reached to find 
the clasp on the front of her training bra. It sprang 
open and her small tits sprang into view. Small, 
conical, capped with beautiful nipples. I gasped as I 
recalled that first night when I had accidentally seen 
Willow's tits and my reaction and her response that all 
was okay. So beautiful, so small and perfect! I bent 
down and kissed each.

Brooke sighed and leaned back on to the pillow.

I undid her pants button and her zipper then she lifted 
her hips and I slid the pants down past her hips, past 
her knees and to her ankles. That's when I realized that 
her shoes were still in the way so I took them off and 
took her pants the rest of the way down.

"What are you gonna do?" she asked.

"I was thinking of looking at you completely nude," I 
replied.

She giggled then raised her hips.

I took that as a cue to quickly remove her panties--her 
simple white panties--and pull then down over her legs. 
Oh, my gosh! her legs! They were so smooth and creamy 
white and lightly tan and nearly flawless in texture. 
And then her pussy opened up and I saw perfection itself 
smile at me.

"That is so pretty," I whispered almost in reverence.

She giggled and blushed.

I knelt between her legs and began touching this 
beautiful creation called a pussy. It was already opened 
as a flower with her legs splayed on either side.

"Darrin," she whispered. "You're about to see a virgin 
pussy. Intact hymen and all."

"You're a virgin?" I whispered.

"For tonight," Brooke replied. "I'm teaching you. You 
don't have to barge into a girl's vagina. Take your time 
and carefully prepare it."

"How?"

She leaned forward and kissed my head. "I'm glad you 
asked."

Then she spent the next several minutes explaining that 
a hymen could be stretched little by little and the best 
time to stretch it was during a girl's orgasm. "When I'm 
in the midst of an orgasm, I won't feel any twinge of 
pain from my cherry," she said. "So lick me and rub me 
to orgasm and then gently push and pull and prod this 
hymen. Stretch it, don't harm it. That's the way to make 
your sweet Willow to be yours forever."

"Brooke, what am I to do?"

"Darrin, bring me to orgasm, then as I'm at my high, 
gently press against the hymen and try to slowly open it 
wider. Sometimes it takes many attempts. Sometimes it 
takes only a few."

I kissed her inner thighs and whispered, "You are so 
incredible!"

She purred. "Me? I thought you were."

"No, baby, it's you!"

And then I fell to kissing her tits and licking her 
little nipples. She sighed and put her hands on my head 
as I assaulted her small tits. Licking, sucking, 
licking, sucking. Each nipple was touched by my mouth 
and tongue several times before I slowly migrated my 
attention downward past her navel--her cute, beautiful, 
lovely belly button!--to her pussy region.

The warmth and aroma emanating from her gash was 
intense!

I spent some time just looking at her pussy: the 
intricate folds and crinkly indents. Then I became a 
little more bold and opened her pussy up by taking my 
hands and pulling her inner lips apart to show the inner 
working of that wondrous invention. Her aroma was heady. 
It was more mature and thicker in smell than what I 
remembered, but that was probably because Brooke was 
older. So it was kinda trippy looking at a younger pussy 
and smelling an older scent. But the combination of 
sights and smells made me horny and my dick was a raging 
hard-on.

She audibly gasped as I touched her inner lips and the 
sheath of her clitoral hood. That's when I saw the thin 
membrane that blocked access to her vagina. A 
semicircular ring that occluded most of the vaginal 
opening and blocked entrance to its delightful passages.

I touched that gossamer membrane and she flinch and 
emitted a small yelp. I pulled back and concentrated on 
licking her inner pussy lips and the puffy lips 
surrounding her gash. She seemed to enjoy that and 
responded by rubbing my head and pressing her fingers 
hard into my scalp with a varied rhythm.

I could taste her pussy juice and her nectar began 
changing as I licked her. It went from a simple taste of 
pussy, to an overwhelming flood of femaleness and 
intense pussy-ness as I was licking her clit.

Suddenly she was thrashing around and I remembered what 
she said about pressing on her hymen while she was in an 
orgasm. So I pulled back and placed my fingers against 
her gossamer wall and pressed. There was no response 
beyond her continued orgasmic spasms. I pressed harder 
and found that my finger could actually slip past the 
barrier. It was now caught in a fold of skin within her 
pussy, part way up her vagina. I gently pressed downward 
and noticed no resistance nor an outcry from her lips. I 
licked her clit again as I pressed even harder and felt 
no resistance and no opposition to my efforts.

I sucked her clit hard into my mouth and pressed down 
firmly on the hymen with my finger lodged in her pussy. 
She vibrated and writhed a little, but there was no 
great opposition against my assault. Her hymen did 
stretch and her vaginal opening was noticeably wider.

Brooke reached down and touched my hand. "Oh, Darrin," 
she whispered as she caught her breath. "That was 
incredible. And I know you want yours now too."

What I really wanted to do was slam my throbbing dick 
into her pussy and fill her full of my cream.

She motioned for me to roll over and lie down on the bed 
beside her. "I know that you really want pussy," she 
purred, "but your first will be with Willow. I'm more 
certain about that now then ever."

She then kissed my lips and began kissing down my chin, 
each side of my neck and across my chest, making sure to 
flick her tongue over each of my nipples. By the time 
she made it down to my quivering cock, I was nearly 
insane with anticipation. I felt pre-cum leaking and 
dripping onto my stomach.

But she ignored my cock and instead nuzzled her nose and 
mouth into the crease between my balls and my leg. I 
heard her sniff then kiss. She repeated the same action 
on the opposite side then licked my balls. I was in 
danger of cumming without her even touching my cock. 
When she finally licked my dick, starting slowly at the 
base all the way to the tip, I felt the cum start to 
boil in my balls. She must have sensed it because she 
put her mouth around my dick and took nearly half of it 
in her mouth as I exploded. Brooke merely swallowed my 
load and sucked the last volleys out of my dick.

As I began returning from my happy orgasmic high, Brooke 
whispered, "We both need something more, and I think 
you're up to it tonight too!"

"Another one?" I asked still somewhat in a delirious 
post-orgasmic high.

"Yeah, Baby. I want one more."

Unexpectedly my dick surged in length and erection.

"Oh, yes!" Brooke whispered and straddled me with her 
knees on either side of my hips. "I'm gonna rub your 
cock across my pussy to make us happy!"

I was speechless as she rested her pussy on top of my 
still quivering cock and began to rub it back and forth. 
My cock was surrounded with her pussy lips and warm 
wetness. I gasped as she splayed her pussy over my cock 
and spread her wet pussy lips over my cock shaft.

I lay on the bed with my head propped on my pillow 
watching her pussy engulf the length of my shaft. I 
gasped as I saw her pussy lips fold around my dick and 
caress it in beauty and tenderness.

"Brooke! That is incredible!" I moaned.

"We're not through!:" she whispered. "I'm riding you to 
the end. Cum, Baby!"

She then began sliding her pussy back and forth across 
my swollen dick. Oh, what a sweet feeling that was. What 
a rich sensation that enveloped my cock.

"I'm gonna ride your cock till we cum in buckets!"

I was speechless and in utter awe of what she was doing 
to me.

She continued to rub her pussy over my turgid cock. Her 
pussy lips were stretched out on either side and nearly 
enveloped my cock in their moist and wet folds of beauty 
and perfection.

Back and forth she rubbed her pussy. Back and forth my 
cock endured her onslaught of sensory overload. Back and 
forth my dick felt her intimacy till there was no 
recourse except to give into the rising feeling of cum 
shooting up from my balls.

I groaned and moaned. The exquisite joy of release while 
her pussy was enshrouding my dick was incredible. But I 
felt my cum spurt out on my belly as Brooke leaned onto 
my chest and whisper, "That was so incredible! So 
awesome! Thank you, Brooke!"

Brooke didn't answer but shuddered and collapsed upon my 
chest as her orgasm over took her.

"Oh. Shit!" she finally uttered. It echoed my thoughts 
to a tee. And then Brooke rolled off me and snuggled 
close to me, wrapping her arms around me and holding me 
closely in an intimate closeness. 
We feel asleep like that for probably another hour 
before she stirred and we both woke up. After cleaning 
up, Brooke began putting her clothes back on. "No, I 
really need to go," she assured me. "You're going to get 
something much better soon."

I slipped a robe on and walked her to the door to see 
her out. As she left, I glanced across the street and 
saw that Willow's window was dark. I seriously hoped 
that Willow didn't see Brooke entering or leaving that 
night. How could I ever explain that one to her!?

To be continued?

NOTE: This story was written by a Kristen's Board 
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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