Brye Starts Back at Work

Brye Starts Back at Work

Chapter 4

Thanks to Rhapsodes Quest for editing my work. I appreciate it. All characters in the story are over 18.

The address Brye gave Jack was the house of one of her past clients, Walter Jenkins. He was a very nice old man who lived just down the street from her old house, but the services she provided to Walt had nothing to do with dog or house sitting. What she did for Walt was to service him with hand-jobs at least a couple of times a week. The old man was one of her favorite customers who had been forced onto her by her bastard father.

With Jack returning in an hour, she placed flyers in the mailboxes of former clients on the streets in and around her old neighborhood, which led her back to Walt's place. It had only taken her half an hour to drop off all twenty-five flyers. As planned, she nervously stood before Walt's front door and rang the doorbell. She was nervous because, for some reason, she was surprisingly interested in knowing how her father was doing, despite the hateful things her father had made her do. If anyone knew anything about her father, it would be Walt.

The seventy-two-year-old Walt came to the door and was surprised to see Brye. He looked the same except for a little more thinning of his gray hair, and he may have gained a pound or two.

"Brye... I thought you ran away, at least that is what your dad said?"

She chuckled at the thought of her dad bitching about her running away. She responded, "Yeah, Walt, in a way I did run away, and I am on my own now, but I am back to make some extra money."

"What... offering the same pleasures to old guys like before?"

"Well, not exactly. I am trying to get back into dog walking and house sitting," Brye explained with a hint of excitement. "Do me a favor, though, Walt. Please don't tell my dad I am in the area and looking for work; it would be our little secret!"

"I won't. Come on in," Walt said.

The place looked the same, except a bit messier. His little dog had always liked Brye and came over to greet her as if nothing had changed. She sat on the opposite side of the old couch from him, reminiscing about the times when she used to jerk him off in this very spot.

"You know, Brye, I still go to my sister's here and there and could use you to watch Molly when I'm gone. She doesn't like the car anymore and having you here at the house would greatly help me."

"Great, I'm keeping my rates the same as before."

"Oh, that sounds great, but you know I always tip you anyway," Walt said.

"I know, and I appreciate it. I can't believe I'm about to ask this, but that bastard who calls himself my father, how is he doing? Still surviving, I assume," she asked with a scowl.

"I've heard that he struggled a lot after you left and nearly lost the house, but Frank has since moved in, and they appear to be managing now."

Changing the subject, Walt said, "You know I've missed you and our meetings. Is that possible, too?"

Brye smiled as she let out a cute little giggle, "You are a dirty old man, but you were always one of my favorite customers to whom I had to give hand jobs, and you always treated me with respect. I tell you what, I might consider relieving your tensions by rubbing one out for you for $5.00 more each time I come to sit for Molly. That is, if you can keep it quiet between us."

"Oh, Brye, that would be wonderful," Walt stated, with a huge smile.

Brye pleasingly notice that Walt was getting a slight bulge in his pants just from their conversation. "I have time for one quick one now if you want?" she asked with a sly grin.

"Seriously, that would be great," Walt enthusiastically agreed.

"Is the Vaseline in the same place? "Brye asked.

"Yes."

Brye hurried to the bathroom, found the Vaseline right where it had always been, and grabbed a box of tissues. She returned to the sofa to see Walt with his pants and boxers around his ankles, lying on the couch so he could watch her petite hands do their magic. His cock was standing at half-mast being an old guy and she always liked his dick. It was thin but had good length, and she loved playing with it.

Brye started as usual, getting him completely hard first by lightly stroking his length, allowing her fingertips to graze the sides and around the head. Getting the response she had hoped for as his cock was now standing tall, she began applying the lube which she worked delicately into his shaft and balls. Walt loved it when she played with his nuts and stroked his cock, as he let her control everything. Even though the moment felt like old times when she used to service him regularly, she was now running out of time and had to increase the rhythm of her hands pumping his shaft up and down to get him to cum quickly. But even though time was of the essence, she couldn't help but to tease him by running her fingers through what little precum he could produce and tickled the head of his dick. Within minutes, Walt's hips were bouncing to the rhythm of her tempo when he finally started cumming. Being an old guy, he didn't shoot out like Jack, as his cum ran out of his cockhead in a few quick pulses. She was able keep it neatly in a little pile above his cock on his belly and when his spasms subsided, she was able to clean him up neatly.

After recovering from heavy breathing, Walt thanked her for returning to him.

"I've missed you, Brye. I'm so glad you're back."

"Me too, remember, our secret, though." Brye chided.

"Of course."

Brye took a moment to reflect and realized she could offer to relieve his tensions more often than just when she watched his dog and cared for his house. With a warm smile, she asked, "I really liked doing that. Would you like me to come on Tuesdays and Fridays again, like before?"

"Perfect," Walt said.

Walt paid her $20, the new amount, and a $5 tip. Brye pocketed the money, kissed Walt tenderly on the cheek, petted Molly, and gave Walt's happy cock a little squeeze through his trousers as she exited the house. In five minutes, Jack picked her up right on time.

"How'd it go?" Jack asked.

"Great, I even ran into a couple of my old accounts. One is a definite yes, and others will check with their spouses. One told me they were happy with their current sitter, so I guess I won't get their business back," Brye added.

"Do you need to hand out more flyers?" Jack asked.

"Probably," Brye agreed. "I'll have to expand my old territory a bit."

"You could try it by the apartment; that might help."

"Good idea," Brye replied happily.

Jack showed her the book he had purchased for the summer class. It was for a music composition class that was part of his major. He had purposefully chosen this class as a primary summer focus because it was essential to his major, and he needed to earn an A.

Once they returned home, Jack showed the bike he had stored in his garage to Brye. It was a birthday present, and he mentioned that his birthday was on April 13th. Brye's face lit up as she shared that her birthday was on April 26th, just a year later. Jack thought she could use his bike to get around, so he demonstrated how to remove the combination lock and let her ride it down the driveway and around the block while he waited. Although the seat was slightly too high for her, he could adjust it tomorrow to make it more comfortable for her.

Once inside, they quickly printed twenty-five more flyers for her to distribute around the neighborhood. However, Jack's printer would need another magenta cartridge before making more color copies, but they could always make black ones instead.

Once they were done setting up Brye with more flyers to distribute, Jack realized he had time to kill before he had to go to work.

"What do you want to do until I get ready for work in the next couple of hours?"

"How about we go back on the roof for some sun?"

"Good idea," Jack agreed.

They changed in his room, exchanging smiles while gathering their belongings before heading to the rooftop. Although the day was slightly cooler, the sun shone brightly, complemented by a refreshing breeze. After laying out their towels, they sat closely together, relishing the comforting seclusion away from nearby houses. Opting to forgo the lotion for now, they relaxed as Jack played music from his phone. They sat in peaceful silence for a short time until Brye cheerfully decided to speak up, breaking the quiet.

"Jack, what a're your roommates like?"

"Tyler currently lives in Michigan. He had a girlfriend in high school, but they broke up when he was home last summer. Tyler and Skylar were my roommates from freshman year, and we decided to get an apartment together after leaving the dorm at the end of the year. Both of their parents have more financial freedom than mine, which is why we found this place, and I'm working hard to afford it myself."

"What's Skylar like?"

"Ha, he's cool, but you could say he's a little nerdy. He loves computer games and is a computer science major. He's from Pennsylvania, near Pittsburgh, I think. Johnston... that's it. I know he's a Steelers fan."

"Girlfriend?"

"No... I think he'd rather get a new computer game than try to date," Jack said, amused.

"And no girlfriend for you either?" Brye probed. "Unless you count me?"

"No. I dated a few girls in high school, but the last one ended when we headed to different college. She's down in Dallas. Besides, I don't have the money for dating around here. In Iowa, I could probably afford a dinner at Denny's and a movie," he joked, "but things are twice as expensive here at least."

"You think they will mind me being here?" Brye queried.

"Not sure. I think Ty might be cool with it, but I'm unsure about Sky."

"Why not Sky?"

"I'm not sure, but this place feels cramped even with just one bathroom. He might believe it will be significantly worse with a girl around."

"Oh," Brye replied. "I really hope you'll consider letting me stay, at least until I can get back on my feet. Maybe they'll be open to it if I can contribute something towards food and keep cooking and cleaning?"

"Possibly."

Brye reclined again as their conversation dwindled to silence. With the minutes ticking by, her thoughts fixated on his lack of response to her remark about being his girlfriend. This left her feeling anxious and determined to alter his perspective right away. Suddenly, she had an idea and sat up to face Jack.

"I guess I don't need to wear this top up here," Brye explained, removing her bikini top. "Better not to have tan lines."

"I don't know," Jack said as he eyed her exposed breasts. "I kind of like the little pale triangles over your boobs."

"You do, huh?" Brye smiled and leaned back down with her arms folded under her head so her perky orbs were on full display for Jack.

"Jack, do you have any unfulfilled sexual fantasies?" Brye asked plaintively, feeling his gaze on her body.

"Yeah, I'd say so... don't most guys?"

"I wouldn't know," Brye joked, "What might be one or two for you?"

"Well, I've never had anal sex."

"I guessed that one," Brye concluded, "Anything else?"

"Why are you asking this?"

"Just curious."

"Well, every guy wants to be with two girls at the same time," Jack replied with a smile.

"Really?"

"Sure... I'd say that is a universally known thing for guys."

"Interesting," Brye replied. "I thought you might say things like getting a blowjob every day or getting pussy every day?"

"Those are good too," Jack agreed, with a laugh.

They fell silent again for a while. Brye finally turned to Jack again and saw him staring at her exposed tits. She slid over to get closer to him.

"Like looking at my boobs."

"Of course," Jack stated.

"How much?" Brye asked.

"A lot," Jack said, smiling at her.

"You can look all you want," Brye said, her hand moving to his stomach and sliding down to the growing bulge in his swimsuit. She played with his covered dick, allowing her fingertips to graze over his bulbous head which quickly led to his cock getting hard enough to tent the front of his trunks.

"I like playing with this big guy, too," Brye teased. "Can I do more for you than just touch?"

"No reason why not," Jack enthusiastically responded.

Brye wasted no time in helping to remove his swim trunks, getting them down to where they were only hooked by one foot as she snuggled in closer, leaning over his prone body, with his cock fully exposed to her attentions. She admired the look of his pulsating shaft with its plum-shaped head that was oozing precum through the tiny hole in the tip. With her petite fingers, she collected his clear, oily nectar and used it for lube as she lightly stroked his dick and balls. She continued to tease until more of his precum started to collect as his cock bounced to the rhythm of his excited heartbeat. As she focused on how delicious his cock looked she couldn't help but to have other ideas instead of just giving him a hand-job. She leaned in and flicked her tongue menacingly over his pinkish red knob and was rewarded with more of his slick lube. Without hesitation she took his head into her mouth, humming in pleasure as she savored the flavor his cock had to offer.

"Oh, shit," Jack growled. "That's it, baby."

Encouraged by his words and reaction, Brye swirled her tongue around the head. Her fingers play him like a flute, driving words and moans of encouragement from Jack's lips. Thanks to her history, she knew how to work a cock like a pro as she pondered the thought of all the old men she had serviced over the years. They all had an hour for their services with her which included the blowjobs, and because of their age, they insisted she prolong their climax so they could enjoy this beautiful young woman tending to their needs. They also knew they could only muster one shot because of their age, and that is if they were lucky. Therefore, Brye became quite good at bringing the guys up nice and slow to prolong their arousal, not only for their pleasure, but for hers as well.

Her mind quickly came back to the moment as she felt his cock twitch in her mouth as she was now teasing him in the same manner as the old guys so to prolong his arousal until he begged her for his release. Unfortunately, she realized she didn't have forever because he would soon need to prepare for work. So after a good ten minutes of using her oral talents up and down his shaft, she worked him towards his crescendo. She had to smile with pride, even with a mouth full of cock, that she had him thrashing around like a wounded animal and groaning to the bright sun. He had his hands urgently on her head as she took him deep, causing Jack to gasp loudly. Brye went for the finish and brought him to the end in a flurry of sucks and licks.

"Oh, God, yes!" Jack howled, as his dick shot load after load of cum into Brye's waiting mouth.

After what seemed like an incredibly long time, Jack finally slumped back prone on the blanket. Brye lips still wrapped around his rapidly shrinking dick, getting the last of his oozing cum from his cock. With a few tender sucks and licks, she finally let his flaccid cock pop from her mouth. She turned to face Jack, as he lay with his eyes still closed and breathing like he had just finished a race. Her eyes and cheeks contained a big smile, but her lips remained sealed, as she savored the flavor of his cum. She had blown a lot of men, but for some reason, Jacks cum seemed to taste better.

Jack eventually opened his eyes and saw Brye's pretty, smiling face over him. He recovered enough to speak.

"Wow, Brye... that was awesome," Jack praised.

She couldn't reply, but instead opened her mouth to show him her award of cum he had deposited. A naughty grin over her face as she swirled her tongue through the whitish concoction of sperm in her mouth. Another trick many of her customers had wanted.

"Oh, geez," Jack pronounced.

With that, Brye made it a point to have him watch her swallow the load down her throat. When it was gone, she opened it to show him it was all on its way to her belly.

"Yummy." She said with a huge smile.

"Man... that's wild," Jack intoned.

"You like that?" Brye asked, after she cleared her throat.

"Absolutely," Jack added.

"I thought you might," Brye stated.

They snuggled closely and even kissed for a while. Brye was trying hard to make him happy, and she had to prove that he needed her around to show that his life was infinitely better with her there. She also needed him to convince the others because she doubted that she'd be ready to leave before the summer was over. She needed to step up her plan.

Brye made a late lunch while Jack showered and dressed for work. While eating, they talked about her being stuck in the apartment, plus her need to get out and deliver more flyers in the neighborhood, which meant she needed a way to get back into the apartment. Jack was now trusting her more and decided to give her one of the extra keys for the apartment and the combination for the front door of the building, which was also the same combination for the garage, so that she could get to the bike. Before he left, he kissed her, making her feel like her plan might be working.

After he left, Brye threw on some clothes and headed out the door. Jack hadn't yet adjusted the seat on the bike, but Brye was confident she could manage. She had considered jogging over, but three miles meant six total on the return, and she didn't want to end up sweaty.

Brye rode around her old neighborhood in a slightly larger circle, placing the new flyers in all the mailboxes. Once she was done, she realized she was close to one of her other, more reliable clients to whom she used to give hand jobs, just like Walt. His name was Ben. She was sure he would go for the same proposal, just like Walt.

Like Walt, he was equally surprised to see her. He beamed at her upon opening the door, and just like in the past, he was wearing nothing but a bathrobe when he greeted her at the door..

"Brye, what brings you here? Come on in. I heard you ran away."

"I'm staying with a boyfriend, but I need to make some money to help. I'm starting to resurrect my dog and cat sitting business with the customers I had around here."

"Okay, but I still have neither, you know."

"I understand, but I have a unique idea for you. Since you were one of my best customers in the past, I'd love to assist you in the same manner. However, can you promise to keep this just between us?"

"Oh, boy... I would most definitely enjoy that. I've missed you a lot, you know," Ben admitted.

"I've missed you, too. So, this is a secret deal: $20 each time?"

"Sure... sure," Ben said excitedly. "Do you mean right now?"

"I could start right now, but I must be somewhat quick to beat my boyfriend home."

"No problem," Ben said, opening his robe with a smile, showing he was naked underneath.

Ben was a veteran like her father and had lost three fingers on his left hand in combat. He worked at the VA hospital, knew her father, and retired several years ago after his wife left him for a lover, whom he never knew she had. He was a few years younger than Walt and could still get a stiff hard-on. Brye didn't need any lube, and they started right in as before. She had him hard in seconds, and while he was moaning sweet things to her like he did in the past.

He'd whisper how beautiful she was. He loved her and would marry her tomorrow if she said yes. She always let him slip his good right hand up under her shirt and feel her tit. He was gentle, and she really liked it too. Ben was moaning loudly now and kissing her ear.

"You're wonderful to me, Brye... marry me, please."

"I have a boyfriend, you old coot," she said.

"He can't be as nice as me or as handsome," Ben said.

"He's very handsome and has a big dick." Brye joked with him.

"Bigger than me?" Ben questioned.

"Yes, and he fucks me like a porn star," Brye stated, with a laugh in her voice.

"Oh, man," Ben said. "Can I watch sometime?"

"No, you old pervert!" Brye exclaimed, and they laughed hardily.

Brye settled down and focused on getting Ben off. He was close, and she applied many of the hand skills she had learned to get him over the edge. She aimed his average size cock at his belly as she stroked him off. He shot a decent stream onto his stomach in one huge blast, then just dribbled a little more out over her hand. That one big shot had been normal for him and still was. After cleaning up and kissing the old soldier on the cheek, she left with $25 and a promise to return on Tuesdays and Fridays if he kept the secret.

Brye wasn't done and headed for the last of her friendly hand-job customers, Wayne. He lived one block over and had a small place built over a garage. He had been a sanitation worker for the city and had a modest pension and no wife. He was only in his late fifties, but drank too much, and sometimes she couldn't even get him hard if he was too drunk. He was shocked to see her when he opened the door.

"Brye... Oh, man. I've missed you."

"Hi Wayne. How you been?"

"Better now... come in."

As usual, the place was a mess, with leftover beer cans on the coffee table and a plate containing dried food. A nasty-looking, tattered blanket was on one end of the old couch, so she sat opposite it. Wayne threw the blanket on the floor and sat down. The TV was on, and a game show was playing.

"You back in the neighborhood?" he asked, hopefully.

"No, not really. I'm looking to restart my old dog and cat sitting business," Brye repeated.

"Oh, it's just me, as you know," Wayne said, with noticeable deflation in his voice.

"Well, you could be in luck. I liked our previous work relationship, if you can afford $20 this time. Must be our secret, though."

"Yeah... I think I can manage that. When can you start?"

"Now, if you like, but I need the cash... no games."

"Sure... sure. I have it," Wayne promised.

Brye slid over next to him and helped him undress. Wayne always had a potbelly from too much beer. Otherwise, he wasn't in bad shape, with thin legs and arms. She made him lean back on the couch, positioning herself beside him, just like she used to do before so she could more easily get at his cock. He wasn't the most endowed of her previous customers, but his cock grew nicely to a handful. With minimal effort, she quickly had him hard, and she felt like she could quickly get him off based on his moaning, but she always tried to give the guys their money's worth, so she slowed down her pace and just enjoyed the feel of his dick in her hands.

Yet, within a few minutes, it was apparent he was desperate to blow his load, so with a few expert strokes she brought him to the promise land as his little cock shot several ropes of cum out onto the old carpet at their feet. To reduce the mess, she captured the rest in her other hand. For a guy with small balls, he always seemed to cum more than most. With the tissues on a nearby table, she gave him some, wiped her hand, and attempted to get most of his gunk off the rug.

She left with the agreed-upon $20 and a promise to return on Tuesdays and Fridays again if he kept his mouth shut. He assured her he would. The bike ride home only took ten minutes, and she was back in the apartment and took a long bath before Jack returned. As she soaked in the tub, her mind went over her plan to convince Jack to keep her around. With that thought, she climbed out of the tub, dried off, and ensured her body was pristine. She made her way to the couch, where she got comfortable, lying in the nude, covered only by a dry towel, while she watched a nature show. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep as she began dreaming about Jack making sweet, passionate love to her. The sound of the door opening startled her from her dream. The first thing she noticed was the moisture percolating between her legs.

"Oh, your home," Brye said sleepily, as she sat up.

"Yeah, wake you?"

"Just dozing, waiting for you. Did you have a good night?"

"Yes, but I'm beat. Had a couple of celebrations, which are always good for big tabs and tips, but they wipe you out at the end of the shift." Jack said, "How about we hit the hay?"

"Sounds good by me," Brye agreed, "I'm ready anyway," she replied as she stood up, revealing her nude body to him.

Brye just hit the bathroom, brushed her teeth again, and then turned the bathroom over to Jack. She'd brushed her teeth earlier. Jack took a quick shower and headed to bed, where Brye was lying there patiently, with her delicate arms above her head, accentuating her figure. As he approached the bed, Brye eyed his lovely, soft cock before he turned the light off.

When Jack was in bed, Brye snuggled closely, wrapping her leg over his. He could feel the moist heat that her body was producing. She brought his head gently around to kiss him. She thought the kiss might only last briefly, but the kiss grew passionate, and she realized he might want something more before going to sleep. His tongue explored her soft lips and teased her tongue with his as they kissed ardently. As they pulled back for a moment, Jack crawled on top of her.

"Somebody's in a playful mood," Brye quipped. "I thought you were tired?"

"I can't get enough of your beautiful body," Jack claimed, renewing his urgent kisses.

Jack broke his lips from her mouth only to trail light kisses along her cheek and neck. Brye liked the tingling feeling she was getting down in her nether regions, just from his kisses. When Jack reached her nipples, she moaned delightedly as he sucked one into his mouth and teased the other between two fingers. Earlier, she was wet just from the dream; now, she could feel herself getting wetter just from the way he passionately tended to her body with his nursing lips and teasing fingers. He switched his ministrations on both nipples, now engulfing half her breast. She began massaging his shoulder while simultaneously running her fingers through his hair. In her mind, she wanted to push him further south to her sopping wetness, but she didn't want to be presumptuous.

"Oh, God, Jack... that feels wonderful."

Jack kept at it to please her for a while longer, but as if he had read her mind, he had other intentions. Soon, his lips and tongue trailed over her tight little belly, taking time to flick and tickle her belly button briefly before he moved lower. The lower he went, the deeper he began to inhale the sweet smell of her sex. She grabbed the sheets when she felt his soft kisses on her smooth inner thighs as he guided her legs apart, opening her sweet flower as the anticipation of what he was about to do nearly caused her to climax. Each kiss made slight movements to the prize he was after, and she felt like she might explode the minute he touched her clit.

"God, Jack... you're driving me crazy!"

Sensing her need, he made sure the attention he was giving her body only got better with each agonizing moment as Jack's lips reached her outer lips, giving her the Australian kiss she had been hoping for. His kissing and licking were driving her over the edge. He carefully sucked her inner lips into his mouth and pulled on them, pausing for a moment relishing in the taste of her sex. His taste buds were elated with joy as his tongue danced across her velvety inner lips, as he slowly made his way to her clit. She couldn't hold back and grabbed his head with both hands, trying to guide him to where she needed him to go. But he wanted to edge her further along and slowly moved his tongue all around her pussy, like he was mapping the rivers of her desires.

"Oh, baby!" Brye groaned. "You're driving me fucking nuts."

With Brye pressing on his head to the point of nearly suffocating him, he finally gave in and attacked her clit with the suction from his mouth and the dance of his tongue. Her reaction was like being shocked by an electrical charge. Her ass trembled on the bed and her breathing came in gasps as she whimpered in pleasure. She ground her hips against his face while holding his head in a death grip to her clit. Her body was shivering to the onslaught of sensations her body was feeling when suddenly, Jack stuck his finger deep into her quivering hole and massaged her G-spot. Brye's world exploded as she saw bright colored lights flashing before her eyes, her body went into spasms from her head to her curled toes as her orgasm hit like a tsunami hitting the beach.

"Oh, fuck!" she screamed, loud enough to wake the dead. "Yes... oh yes... oh God!"

Jack managed to hold on against her crushing thighs and pussy as he rapidly finger fucked her sex as fluids from her climax was running over his hand and dripping onto the bed sheets below. Brye's whole body was shaking and reacting to the all-consuming waves of bliss racing through her body. Jack felt like he might pass out from lack of oxygen when the demands within her body finally became exhausted and her body slumped, weakened, and tired down into the bed. Her body continued to vibrate, still in the tingling throes of her waning climax.

It took several minutes for them both to recover. Jack's tongue felt like he'd licked ten ice cream cones, and his face had been shoved into a watermelon. He was happy with what he had done for her and smiled at her still recovering body. It took a few more seconds before Brye opened her eyes and looked down at him.

"You are fucking amazing," she finally burst out. "Thank you, babe! Come here and kiss me."

Jack crawled up her body until Brye could kiss him with a driven sense of urgency. Her tongue sought his as she delighted in tasting herself on his lips and tongue. They kissed passionately for a while until they both had to take a break.

"Oh, my... my pussy is still tingling," Brye claimed. "Where did you learn how to do that so well?"

"Actually, that's only my third time," he said.

"What... no way!"

"I guess a few porn flicks might have helped," Jack confessed with a smile.

"Seriously, just that?"

"Yep!"

"Well, I'm thankful you're such a good learner," Brye exclaimed.

With that she felt something warm and wet on her belly and looked down to see his turgid cock dripping precum onto her soft skin. The poor guy was hard as steel and ready to blow. Despite still recovering from her intense climax, she reached for him, fondling his cock gently so not to get him off too soon.

"Where would you like to put this big fellow and don't say my ass, please."

"Right where I just was just at! Can you reach into that drawer by the bed?"

"What," Brye asked, as he twisted beneath him to reach the handle. She did and found a box of condoms inside. She opened the box and removed one of the wrapper-covered rubbers.

"I'm tired of pulling out of you at the last minute. I'm going to screw up one of these times for sure and it feels like a letdown for both of us."

Brye was used to getting fucked with rubbers until her father had her put on the pill, but unfortunately, she ran out of those some time ago. From experience, she removed the wrapper and slipped it over his very swollen dick. She rolled the lubricated rubber down the length of his dick. She appreciated it was lubricated, but she was so wet from his oral antics that lubrication was not going to be a problem.

Jack positioned above her, allowing Brye to align rigid flesh with her awaiting hole. Since she was still sopping wet from his combined saliva and her bodily juices, he easily slipped inside her. Jack plunged nearly a third of the way into her, just on the first push. Two more and he found himself buried to the hilt with his spongy cockhead pushing against her cervix. Brye groaned with the deep penetration and reached for the cheeks of his ass, guiding and egging him on with a need to have him fuck her like a wanton vixen.

Even though Jack wanted to fuck her to an explosive end, he wanted to make sure they both reached that fiery climax at the same time. He used good, long strokes and embedded himself with each stroke, pushing his pelvic mound into hers, stimulating her already overstimulated clit. Brye loved it and pulled him tight to her. His need was so great, he couldn't help but build to a faster pace. Fortunately, the deep strokes to her clenching pussy were giving Brye a fantastic feeling which brought her along equally fast to a mind-blowing end. They were soon pounding against each other like two animals in heat filling the room with wet penetration sounds. Jack was the first to let go, but Brye followed as soon as she felt his dick pulsing hot cum into her juicy pussy. They groaned their releases in blissful ecstasy together.