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And so it was that Bonnie’s trick on Sean turned into a wonderful, 5½-day
escapade of fun for Brandy, who clearly seemed to enjoy every minute of it. Come
Monday morning, guys started showing up again to be blown; but everyone actually
was very pleased for Brandy AND Sean that their fun would get to last a few days
longer.
Stretching into the week itself meant that a local news station got wind of it
and sent along one of their ace reporters, a pretty little blonde named Kaitlin,
to interview Bonnie, Bill and, of course, Brandy. Kaitlin showed up in a
business suit (black jacket and pants, a white blouse and heels), but quickly
lost the jacket when she squatted down to interview Brandy and ended up having a
cock pushed into her mouth. She ultimately ended up on her knees for the rest of
that day servicing all the guys who’d shown up to see Brandy, while her film
crew took coverage, of both Brandy and Kaitlin, for the evening news.
The segment ended up with the voice of the producer saying’… “And now it’s back
to the station with these words from our own Kaitlin Smith.”
And Kaitlin said - “Hmm hmm hmmm!” – as she looked right into the camera.
Brandy’s even broader fame meant that, by Wednesday morning, people from all
over town and even out of town were popping in to take pictures of her, and she
was doing her best to pose for them. What a sweetie! Soon, Bonnie could proudly
claim that, right now, her ‘daughter’ was the most famous little cock-sucker in
town.
And, of course, word also spread about Brandy and Blue; so by the time Thursday
morning had rolled around, the neighbours with the key came home to find that
their street had become the most popular street in town for folks to walk their
dogs down. Somehow, starting first thing that Thursday morning, dogs from all
over the neighbourhood were finding their way into Bill and Bonnie’s living
room; and, by the afternoon, the house was beginning to seem like Dr.
Doolittle’s, with animals all over the place. Brandy sure looked sweet and
seemed to be having fun under big dogs, like Mr. Classen’s two Great Danes, that
were HUGE in more ways than one.
Brandy actually had so much fun with Mr. Classen’s two huge dogs that she
wondered if the milder tempered one would tolerate her being in her harness, and
so we tried it’… and it worked, with a lot of help from Mr. C. himself. Mr.
Classen was SO nice, arriving at the home really early one morning with his
toolbox and six pre-measured and pre-cut pieces of 4x4 lumbar. Using that wood,
he constructed on the front lawn a very functional ‘dog hoist’ for Rambo (and
Atlas, and other big dogs like them) to use. The design was simple, really. He
dug 18-inch holes into Bill and Bonnie’s front lawn (with their permission, of
course, but as a surprise for Brandy) and sank four 4½ long 4x4s to form a 2 x 2
foot square. Then he rested each of the two remaining pieces, each 2 feet in
length, between two of the sunk-in posts and parallel with the sidewalk, and
secured everything with braces and screws. From the sidewalk, which was only
about four feet away, it ended up looking like two inverted, thin, rectangular
letter U’’s, two feet apart and perfectly aligned in parallel with each other.
He then even painted everything Brandy’s favourite colour, which happens to be
light purple (do you remember her lavender panties?). By the time he knocked on
the door to get Brandy, he already had hoisted Rambo into position, with his
entire forelimbs, from elbow to paw, resting on the two-foot lengths, and had
secured the dog’s limbs there, in two places per limb, with special padded
braces that he’d designed at home and screwed into the top of the planks, so
that Rambo was standing up comfortably on his hind legs. Bonnie led Brandy out
with Brandy’s eyes closed, and guided her to kneel right in front of Rambo, on a
pillow on the ground, right between the two inverted U’s. Brandy looked
especially HOT this day, having donned a tight pair of hot pink shorts to go
with a pale blue, short-sleeved t-shirt and sneakers. And she was palpably
excited. She had NO IDEA what was going on, but she knew it was going to be
great! I took pictures of all of this, including her hot ass in those hot shorts
(I cream my pants every time I look at those pictures).
“Open your eyes, Sweetie,” Bonnie finally said.
Needless to say, Brandy’s jaw dropped and her eyes got huge, and she started to
thank Mr. C. over and over.
“This is so sweet!” she squealed.
But she needed no further prompting from anyone, than Bill saying ‘– “Well...
try it out, Kiddo” – to look at the breakfast awaiting her and dive in. She
already was enjoying the first juicy fruits of her meal when Bonnie returned
with the head harness. Rambo, meanwhile, seemed perfectly comfortable up there,
lasting for almost three hours before he seemed to get restless and Mr. C. let
him down. Amazingly and to Brandy’s delight, the animal kept pumping his hips
the entire time, Brandy’s now-harnessed and belted head moving with him with
every thrust. And over the entire 3 hours, Brandy had a large audience filling
the sidewalk and all the front lawn. Damn! That was fun to see and catch on
film! Mr. Classen was pretty sure that even Atlas would be fine up there, and
promised to bring him around the next day. Meanwhile, with Brandy still in her
harness and with her hands still hand-cuffed behind her, Bill grabbed old Mr.
Aiken, a dear neighbour who is 88-years old and in perfect health, and just
happened to be standing there, and belted Brandy to him. Brandy was so pleased,
because she’d always liked old Mr. Aiken, whom she’d met the first day she’d
arrived. Then, for the rest of the day, encouraged by Bonnie, who seemed to be
enjoying Brandy’s new toy as much as the girl herself, other men stepped forward
to have a turn reaming Brandy’s throat. By then, she had her head harness off,
but Bill had added four hooks screwed deep into the lawn, to which he cuffed
Brandy’s ankles and knees; as well as one hook screwed into the wood on each
side, at roughly the height of Brandy’s waist, so her wrists could be
hand-cuffed there instead of behind her back, so they didn’t obscure the view of
her cute little ass. Now, even without the head harness on, Brandy had to stay
right there, with her mouth at a perfect height for entry. It was all for show,
though. We all knew that the perky teen was in heaven and wouldn’t leave for
anything. The guys were comfortable too, as they could just lean their forearms
down on the horizontal beams on either side of them, or hold them for leverage
and REALLY plunge their cocks down the pretty teen’s throat. The finishing touch
was me showing up the next morning with a sign I’d made to nail to the inverted
U closest the sidewalk, which read: “Ring doorbell for Brandy.” That way, others
just passing by could enjoy turns with her, when she was free from all her
other, indoor ‘responsibilities’, which neighbours quickly figured out mostly
was in the mornings, before guys from the factory started showing up.
Soon, Bonnie started bolting Brandy in by about 8 o’clock and would just leave
her there until about noon, sometimes even leaving the house herself to run
errands. Invariably, when she returned, Brandy had spent the entire morning
having fun blowing an endless stream of men, some of whom had just been driving
by in their cars. She rarely used the head harness outdoors, as it just took too
long to set up, and guys wanted to get ‘in and out’ in a hurry. Most just
grabbed her head firmly and throat-fucked her, which she thoroughly enjoyed. It
also was easier for her, since she didn’t have to work so hard as when her head
was doing all the bobbing to and fro. Even Rambo and Atlas preferred having
Brandy not in the harness, as they could pump better.
After awhile, Bonnie had Bill put another hook up into the wood so she could
hang up a little ‘donations basket’, to raise money for local charities, and
most guys were very generous, dropping in, at the very least, whatever small
change (pennies and nickels mostly) they had. By the end of the morning, there
were always at least 15 to 25 dollars in change. Brandy felt really good about
that; and it made her time on the lawn count towards community service credits
for graduation; plus she ended up on the front page of the local paper, with a
picture of her blowing Mr. Aiken again under a big heading that read “Local Girl
Goes Deep for Charity.” So it truly was a ‘win-win’ situation, all around.
Often, more than money went into that basket. Mr. Aiken preferred dropping in a
few hard candies for Brandy to enjoy later. Believe it or not, some people still
had old-style Poloroid instant cameras and left pictures of Brandy in there.
Some girls from Brandy’s school left pairs of their panties for the men to enjoy
or, better yet, pictures of themselves with cocks in their mouths. And one
particularly generous man left a gag O-ring for Brandy in there. When Bonnie
came out to release Brandy and collect the donations, she saw the O-ring there
in the basket, recognized it for what it was, and immediately put it into
Brandy’s mouth and strapped it on so she could have fun and try it out. As it
turned out, Bonnie had to go out that afternoon, and didn’t return home until
after 8 that evening, so Brandy had a nice long day trying out her newest toy.
After that, Bonnie always left the O-ring gag on yet another hook she had Bill
place into one of the vertical beams near Brandy’s head, so guys would see it
and could insert it into Brandy’s mouth if they wanted to. In general, once it
was in, it stayed in, at least until noon when Bonnie came to bring Brandy
inside, because guys loved seeing the pretty teen totally immobilized AND
powerless to close her mouth. And Brandy never asked anyone to take it out.
She might say – “huh, huh, huh, huh!” – but everyone was sure she just was
telling everyone to pork her throat harder or deeper or faster, or something
like that.
Some people even started to bring bread crumbs and nuts and stuff to feed the
various squirrels who tended to scamper across the lawn while they watched
Brandy or awaited their own turn. The squirrels became so used to seeing Brandy
kneeling there, they actually started to treat her almost like a tree, crawling
all over her legs and stuff. Having Brandy there getting her tonsils pulverized
by some big burly guy while little squirrels crawled innocently over the back of
her legs or even up to her shoulders made for a very sexy and yet endearing
scene. And, of course, passing dogs all wanted to smell her lovely little butt.
It became routine, therefore, for the postman to walk right past Brandy every
morning on his way to deliver the mail to Brandy’s house.
“Hello, everybody! Hi, Mr. Deaver! Hello, Brandy!” he’d say.
“Or Hi, Mr. Classen. Is that Rambo or Atlas? Hello, Brandy.”
“Hmm hmmmm!” Brandy always replied, brightly, unless someone was deep in her
throat, in which case it sounded more like a desperate attempt to swallow:
“Hngh! Hngh!”
A couple of times, the postman prematurely said “Hello, Brandy” and it wasn’t
her. First, after my weekend with Sean’s wife, he convinced Melanie to try out
the ‘dog hoist’, and Brandy was willing to share. So, on a Saturday morning,
Sean drove Melanie over to Bill and Bonnie’s place, where I was to meet them at
7:30. I, in fact, decided to get there early to set up some cameras on the front
lawn; and it’s a good thing I did, because Melanie was too excited to sleep that
night and convinced Sean to get there at 7. Sean was laughing when he drove up,
because Melanie had spent almost an hour in the bathroom making sure her make-up
was perfect, and STILL was fixing it in the little car mirror.
“Rambo and Atlas are going to LOVE you,” he told her, jokingly, but lovingly. He
wanted her to have fun. In fact, Melanie looked gorgeous.
“You’re a lucky man!” I told Sean as I watched Melanie being shackled into
place. She’d just washed her long blonde hair and it was so silky and smooth
looking, extending half way down her back. Her face was angelic. Her make-up was
perfect. And her figure was unbelievable. That she’d chosen to wear a tight pair
of white short shorts, a light pink top and black heels was enough to push my
testosterone level up past gorilla level. I, for one, could hardly wait for Mr.
Classen to arrive with his two pals.
As it was, Rambo and Atlas did think Melanie looked wonderful... enough to pork
her throat continuously for a combined 4 hours. Then, it was Mr. Classen’s turn;
followed by Mr. Aiken; followed by Bill; followed by an endless stream of
others. By mid afternoon, someone tried the O-ring gag on her and, predictably,
it stayed on once put in place.
Now’… I know what you are thinking’… mail isn’t delivered on Saturday OR Sunday,
so how did the postman come to say “Hello” to Melanie? Well, we can all thank
Melanie’s own sweet hubby for that one; because he just disappeared mid
afternoon, taking all the shackle keys, and even the O-ring key along with him.
He called long-distance at around 10 that evening, saying that he’d caught a
6p.m. flight and now was in Las Vegas with some buddies, a little practical joke
he’d been planning to play on Melanie for weeks.
“I’ll pop by with the keys Monday morning after my Sunday night shift,” he said.
“Tell Melanie I love her.”
“She’s right here,” Bonnie said, smiling broadly over how Sean really seemed to
have started something that first night he forgot the keys in his pocket. Bonnie
then placed the wireless phone up to Melanie’s ear so Sean could tell her
everything herself. All Melanie could do was roll her eyes, shake her head and
say “Hmmm (men)!”
And then the next guy in line inserted his cock in the O-ring and down Melanie’s
throat as Bonnie announced to everyone mulling about that Melanie’s mouth would
remain available for another 40 hours or so.
“Call your friends and tell them ALL to come on down!” Bonnie urged, as Melanie
stared up at her with big grateful eyes.
Incidentally, Melanie had decided to wear a very sweet pair of red, nylon bikini
panties under her white shorts and, by the time Bonnie and Bill came to check on
her on the Sunday morning, her shorts were just being pulled down to around her
knees. Now, Bonnie argued that the neighbours wouldn’t want to see bare ass on
the street – no matter how cute the ass – so she insisted that the panties stay
up. But that didn’t stop a 12+-hour stream of ass-to-mouth for Sean’s young
blonde wife. Bonnie told the guys to leave Melanie’s panties up – “they look so
pretty on her!” – but to just push them a little to the right to insert their
rods – “that way, the people on the street get to still see the panties on their
side.” When Sean called to check on his beloved late that afternoon, in fact,
she had one guy in her mouth and one guy in her ass at the same time, a
situation Bonnie told him had been virtually continuous since the morning.
“Guys start with her ass and then go to her mouth, with two guys on her ALL the
time; but they’ve been great about leaving her panties up,” Bonnie said.
“What?” Sean erupted, laughing uncontrollably. “Put her on.”
As she had the evening before, Bonnie held the phone to Melanie’s ear while Sean
chatted gaily with his wife for a few moments’… this time, though, poor Melanie
had to really concentrate on what her beloved hubby was saying, because both her
throat and ass were being pounded mercilessly. All she really remembered was him
telling her that he really wished he was there to see all of this, and for her
to just keep having fun.
“I’ll be right over tomorrow after I go home from work, sleep for a few hours,
and have a shower and breakfast… no later than early to mid afternoon. Love
you.”
Eventually, Melanie’s nice shorts were pulled up again, and guys returned to
just fucking her mouth for the last 16 hours or so. When he finally showed up,
late afternoon, Sean had his own camera out to take several dozen pretty
pictures of his wife to show both his and Melanie’s parents and all their
friends. But he also took several of the dog hoist itself, announcing loudly to
Melanie and everyone within earshot that he intended to return to build a
similar device for his wife to use right next to Brandy’s, facing the opposite
way, so the two girls could enjoy watching each other.
“They could have races! First one to 100 blowjobs!” one voice piped in from the
back, to universal approval.
“How about 200?” another called out.
“Next weekend definitely!” Sean promised, nodding and lovingly patting his
wife’s bum. He knew she’d have fun giving 200 blowjobs in a row, even if it did
take a couple of days. “We could invite your folks and sibs down to watch you,
Honey!” he said, encouragingly.
With a huge black cock buried all the way down her throat and just held there,
Melanie just gurgled her approval. You could tell just how excited she was! And,
true to his word, all week Sean showed up at the house to work for about 1-2
hours every day before heading off to the factory for his evening shift, and
even stopped by a sex shop to buy Melanie her own O-ring, so that, by the next
weekend, he himself got to strap his lovely blonde wife onto her very own
device, with Rambo and Atlas already lined up for her and Brandy both, so as to
start the weekend-long festivities off right. The two girls had a blast watching
each other’s throat being mercilessly pounded while they were helpless to stop
it. But perhaps the most fun came when someone thought to pull down Brandy’s
pink shorts and Melanie’s white shorts to start the ass-to-mouth thing for
several hours, this time going from Melanie’s ass to Brandy’s mouth, and from
Brandy’s ass to Melanie’s mouth. Suffice it to say that each girl’s eyes grew
wide with anticipation each time a shit-coated cock emerged from the other’s ass
destined for her own mouth. But finally the girls’ shorts were pulled up again
and seeing how gorgeous those asses were in those tight shorts was fun too.
The second time the postman addressed the wrong ‘Brandy’, it was our city’s own
wondering reporter, Kaitlin Smith, who’d come to do a follow-up story on the
pretty Canadian exchange student enhancing international relations on the lawn.
Come noontime, when Brandy was ready to go inside to resume her activities
there, Kaitlin decided she’d like to see what the whole device felt like… so she
was strapped in. In her patented black dress pants and heels, plus a
cream-coloured blouse, she looked just like the Kaitlin Smith viewers usually
saw on television… except for the O-ring gag, which her producer put into
Kaitlin’s mouth immediately. Then, taking directions of Sean’s page, the
producer left Kaitlin like that overnight, because he wanted to “finish the
story up with Rambo and Atlas”, since they were the two everything had started
with. Needless to say, Kaitlin could hardly say no to the merits of that idea.
(In fact, she couldn’t say anything at all.) In the meantime, let’s just say
that Kaitlin got to really know the men of our neighbourhood all through the
night and morning, while waiting for the big climax with Mr. Classen’s dogs
about noon the next day.
But, with those two exceptions, and because Melanie and Brandy (or sometimes
Kaitlin) can work together now (and often do), Brandy gets to greet the postman
every day that he comes around now.
“Is that Brandy again today?” he calls out, approaching the house from the
sidewalk behind her.
“Hmm, hmmm!” she answers happily, when she can. Otherwise, she just pushes out
and wiggles her bum playfully, proudly displaying whatever jeans or pants or
short shorts she’s wearing (my favourites are still those insanely tight navy
blue jeans she has, her pink shorts, and a nice pain of pale yellow,
front-pleated, front-pocket dress pants that show off the lines of her
underlying satin bikini panties very nicely). Of course, the postman says “Hi”
to Melanie as well, whenever she’s there, which is at least 2-3 times per week.
And Melanie is always pleased to see him and wiggles her bum too.
Now that Brandy is back at school, she does her ‘community service credits’ in
the morning on the front lawn. At around noon, a couple of her girlfriends show
up to watch and envy their friend and, when she’s there, Melanie; then Bonnie
let’s Brandy loose, and the pretty teen walks with her friends the 1’½ blocks to
school to catch classes from about 12:30 to 3:00, usually fixing her make-up in
a little pocket mirror as she walks and talks. Then, right from school, she gets
picked up by Bill on his way to the factory to earn her ‘work study’ credits.
The dog hoists are almost never vacant, however, because various other girls
from Brandy’s school or young wives from the neighbourhood are always getting
strapped in, followed immediately by a line-up of men showing up to utilize the
pretty mouths that have now become available. The understanding is that any
pretty girl 18 or older can use the hoists, so long as they are neat and clean,
dress nicely, and free them up once Brandy and/or Melanie show up to use them.
And, if the girls do ass-to-mouth, their panties stay on.
On weekends, though, it’s Brandy who spends all her time on the front lawn
‘catching up’ with all those who can’t make it during the week. Bonnie shackles
Brandy in at around 8:00 a.m., usually with the O-ring locked into her mouth,
and then Bonnie heads off to a new volunteer job she’s taken, from 9 to 5 on
Saturdays and noon to 5 on Sundays, through her church. Bill usually sleeps in,
but it doesn’t matter because (1) Bonnie always takes all Brandy’s keys anyway;
and (2) the girl always is kept busy well into the evening.
As for me, I wouldn’t miss Brandy’s weekend fun for the world. I’m usually there
setting up my cameras as Bonnie is getting Brandy ready. And it’s usually me who
is Brandy’s last throat fucker of the day. Then I go home and spend a couple of
hours downloading all Brandy’s pictures and video coverage to a really nice
free-access website I’ve set up for her.
Brandy LOVES knowing that millions of guys all over the world, including almost
all the guys she knows, are beating off to her now over 200,000 pictures. Don’t
you, Sweetheart?
Guess what?
She just looked up at me and blinked her eyes twice.
What a cutie!!!
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