Chapter 1

Scott Nelson felt a tightening in his groin as he watched Brenda casually undress. When she pulled her sweater over her shoulders, her young tits bobbed freely on her chest. She'd been braless, and that in itself was exciting to the forty-eight-year- old man. Her tits were like ripe pears perched on her slender chest, firm and a luscious pink.

"Christ," Brenda sighed, "the way you're staring at me I feel like some damned strip queen! Pull those threads and let's fuck, Scotty."

Her remark brought an end to Scott's momentary paralysis and he began unbuttoning his shirt. He couldn't get over the way the younger generation accepted sex so matter-of-factly! And the language they employed! "Let's fuck," she'd said! And not over forty-five minutes ago they had been perfect strangers.

Scott had met Brenda in the Laundromat located on the fringe of Highland Park near SMU in Dallas. Alone in the Laundromat, they began chatting and soon left together to go to her place. A Laundromat was the last place Scott Nelson had expected to pick up a piece of ass, but he'd been forced to give up hunting in the bars because he was down to his last few dollars.

This whole experience was exciting to him. He guessed that Brenda was twenty-one or twenty-two. She had a nice body and pretty hair, but her face wasn't going to win any awards. She was attractive enough, but by no means a beauty.

What excited Scott was the way they had casually fallen together. They'd been talking about modern psychology when Brenda invited him to her apartment. The discussion continued there with mild sexual overtones, and then Brenda had casually asked if he'd like to ball. Just like that! No big seduction scene, no vague but exciting promises, no ridiculous protestations of eternal love. "Let's ball," she'd said.

Scott's balls contracted when he saw the twenty-one-year-old girl pull her jeans down. She wasn't wearing panties and her bushy young cunt looked like a luxurious garden between her white thighs. Her pubic hair was jet black in contrast to the bleached blonde tresses on her head, but that didn't bother Scott. Brenda was the youngest piece of ass he'd had in some twenty years!

He had, in fact, been a little worried about his sex drive in the last seven months since his divorce from Joyce. Scott had been laying divorcees in their thirties and forties as he wandered around the country desperately trying to establish himself in his new career. The majority of them were tired losers and Scott had been experiencing a seriously declining interest.

"Hey, you haven't got a bad body for a guy your age," Brenda exclaimed, openly staring at his rigid cock when he pulled his shorts down. "I've never made it with a guy your age, but I've always said that age doesn't mean a damned thing. A cock is a cock, you know what I mean?"

"Sure," Scott said with a smile to hide the pain of her remark. Scott was very sensitive about his age, particularly around younger women. He worked out regularly to maintain a trim, muscular body. He dyed his hair and sideburns once a week to remove any trace of gray. He dressed young and took great pains to appear youthful in both body and mind.

The results were satisfactory from Scott's view. He knew that he did not look his forty-eight years. He could pass for his late thirties or very early forties. At the same time, he sure as hell could never pass for thirty again!

"Ummm! This cock looks good enough to eat!" Brenda remarked with an obscene lick of her lips as she walked over and took his rigid shaft in both hands.

Before he could think of a reply, Scott saw the young girl slowly drop to her knees in front of him. She held his aching prick in her hands and slowly brought her face to his crotch. Her tongue darted out and began licking the surging shaft she held in her hands.

"Wow! That's good!" Scott moaned as he saw the young girl's pink lips surround his throbbing meat.

For twenty-one-year-old Brenda White, this was a trip. She knew the man was old enough to be her father, but that didn't matter. Brenda truly believed that a cock was a cock. And she liked this guy. He had a nice body for his age, even better than some of the slobs she balled here in her apartment house. And he was pleasant and fun to be with.

Brenda had always wondered what it would be like to make it with an older man. She'd been approached several times by lusty old professors, but that wasn't what she wanted.

His cock was really throbbing in her mouth now. Brenda wrapped her tongue around it and began milking it in and out of her throat. The way it was expanding and contracting she knew that she could make him get off in a matter of minutes this way, but did she dare? At his age this one shot might be his only shot! And having his prick in her mouth was making her pussy ready to be stuffed! She could feel her own juices beginning to flow between the lips of her cunt.

"Ummm! You have a delicious cock, Scotty!" Brenda sighed as she let it slide out of her young mouth. "Come on, let's get on the bed."

"You're a mind reader!" Scott laughed, leaning down and pulling the luscious young girl to her feet.

"Got hot nuts?" Brenda laughed as they walked over to her bed.

"How'd you guess?" he laughed.

"When I had it in my mouth," she laughed, "it felt like it was ready to fuck."

"You can say that again!" Scott remarked. The sight of her swaying ass and her slender young legs made his balls churn with desire as he followed her to the bed.