Chapter 35: Plucking Brenda's Cherry

After Emilie waddled from my apartment I had several drinks of Lagavulin and went to bed, totally exhausted. In the morning I awoke with, to my great surprise and pleasure, an erection. Last night I felt so drained that I doubted I'd attain one for days.

It had been intensely erotic but getting the cherry of a willing though underage girl was salacious, lubricious, wanton and obscene. And the thought of next getting into her virgin asshole caused my unruly organ to jump. Memories of Emilie would make me able to service her horny stepmother.

The last cherry I'd had was Christine's and that was more than five months ago, so long that I'd forgotten the sublime triumph I felt when I watched a girl squeal and grimace when I broke through her hymen. And I'd forgotten also the delightful, cock-skinning tightness of an unfucked cunt.

But although I hadn't fucked every girl in my classroom I was sure that neither Janet Williams nor Harmony Jackson was a virgin. I'm ashamed that my reawakened lust for a virgin caused me to look more closely at the Grade Six girls that Chantal taught. But before I went after a prepubescent youngster fortune sent new thirteen year old prey my way.

Brenda Saunders was Nancy Whittier's niece and when her sister's marriage broke up because her brother in law took off with his twenty year old secretary Brenda was sent to Pratt's Harbour while Nancy's sister sorted out her life.

Brenda was a brown haired, thirteen year old girl who was significantly overweight with stout legs, broad, deep hips and breasts that were progressing precociously to her Aunt Nancy's mammarial excess. She seemed to be shy and unsure of herself, a prime candidate for a predator such as I realized I'd become. But despite her appeal I'm not sure that anything would have come of it except for her cousin Julie's jealousy.

Julie's jealousy was sort of a sibling rivalry thing although she and Brenda weren't siblings. But Julie's parents, probably out of sympathy for Brenda's sadness at her parent's marital split treated her with utmost care and affection. Knowing what I do about Reverend Whittier's sexual proclivity he may have had something else in mind but it any case one Friday after class Brenda returned.

"I know it's nothing for you Mister Aspen but I have to talk to someone outside my family. Can I come see you sometime and get your advice? Julie told me that you can be very helpful."

It was obvious that, although she spoke very well, better than most adults, Brenda was under great stress.

"Well, sure Brenda. But when? Maybe you can come back after school on Monday."

"Whenever you say Mr. Aspen. I'll watch and when the last ones are gone I'll come."

Despite her youth (or maybe because of it) Brenda was tremendously appealing to me. Was she a virgin? And whether she was or not, could I induce her to spread her stocky legs for me?

During our Sunday threesome Julie gave me some background while Christine was at the bathroom.

"She's a prissy goody-goody and my parents think she's perfect. I want you to put your big cock in her and teach her why her Dad wanted a hot girl instead of my frigid Aunt Bessie. Teach her to talk dirty like you taught me'n Christine. She thinks you're special and she's such a little goody-goody she'll do whatever her teacher tells her to do."

On Monday morning, despite the workout from my two buxom schoolgirls my organ got semi erect whenever I looked at Brenda. And I could see Julie smirk as she read the lust in my eyes.

I let the last ones go early, barely 3 PM and within five minutes Brenda came in the side door.

"Who knows you're here Brenda?"

"Nobody I guess. Aunt Nancy was out somewhere and Julie didn't come home after school."

I led the girl to my apartment and then to my bedroom.

"Just relax, Brenda. I'm going to get a drink. Can I get something for you?"

"Uh ... maybe a coke, Mr. Aspen."

I opened a can of Red Bull and poured it into a glass after I poured a stiff scotch.

"I didn't have a coke but this is sort of like it. Now my dear, tell me what I can do to help you."

Visibly nervous she quaffed a large gulp of the drink.

"I don't know what you know about me Mr. Aspen but Daddy left us and I don't like Mummy's new boyfriend and he kept touching me so Mummy sent me to finish the school year with Aunt Nancy."

"Is this where he touched you?" I gently hefted her huge right breast as it sagged under her blouse, too heavy for the bra to hold it high.

"Uh yeah ... and Reverend Whittier and Adam do that too when nobody's looking."

"Well Brenda, you are kind of special. How does Julie treat you?"

"She's OK I guess but she acts jealous. She said I should come see you and that you can teach me lots that's not on the schedule."

"Maybe Brenda. But first I need to know how much you've learned already. Have you been fucked yet?"

"Mr. Aspen! A'course not. I'm only thirteen years old."

"But you don't have the breasts of a thirteen year old. That's why your Mom's boyfriend touched you. And why I want to touch you." The girl looked up at me, her pretty lips quivering as if she was about to cry as I slipped a hand under her school blouse and hefted one bra-encased breast.

"But? But? What do I do?"

"Do you want me to teach you? To show you what I showed Julie?"

"Yes. Oh Yes! I want to be like Julie. She's awesome."

"Are you going to let me feel your cunt? Will you feel my cock and suck it? Are you ready to let me put my cock in your cunt and fuck you?"

The busty thirteen year old took another long swig of the drink and maybe enlivened by the stimulating dose of caffeine she asked, "Do you? Have you done it to ... fucked Julie?"

"I won't teach you anything that I haven't already taught Julie," and as I spoke I began unbuttoning her blouse. "Take off your brassiere Brenda," and although she looked at me somewhat apprehensively she reached behind her back and unhooked the tit-harness.

"My God Brenda! You're amazing."

She reacted with a blush of pleasure at my compliment as I began to play with the huge, naked fleshbags.

"Take off your skirt Brenda, and your panties."

"Do I hafta?"

"Do you want me to teach you like I taught Julie?"

"Uh, yeah. But I'm scared you'll think I'm too fat."

But then while I mauled her soft, fleshy melons she blushingly wriggled out of her skirt and panties and then was seated beside me naked except for her loose bra and blouse.

"You're beautiful Brenda. Have you been naked for a man before?"

"No. 'Cept for Daddy. He said I reminded him of his secretary ... and that's who he ran away with.

She cringed away as I put my hand on her smooth pussy. "Do you like your cousin Julie?"

"Yes, sort of. But she told me I had to shave down there and she talks dirty. Like you did. Did you teach her to talk dirty?"

"It's not dirty if the words express your feelings. Like, your cunt is wet and slippery and that means that you're getting horny." I leaned over and began to kiss and suck on her breasts and was immediately rewarded by erectly swollen nipples.