Oliver collapsed next to Sarah as he ca down from his orgasm. She lay next to him with a satisfied look on her face and her breasts heaving with each breath.
"How are you feeling?" He asked her.
"Great! I ca so hard, my whole body tingles." She sighed contentedly. "I hope we can do this again soti."
Oliver looked at Ron, who was holding Sarah's head in his lap. He looked very happy too, stroking her hair like she was a cat. "What do you think, Ron? Is it okay if I continue having sex with Sarah?"
"Of course, man. I told you, I'm fine with it," he answered. "Just rember, she's my girlfriend, so don't try to steal her away or anything like that."
"Don't worry, I have no interest in stealing her. I just want to have so fun," Oliver reassured him. "Brenda and I are going to head ho now. You two can stay here and spend so more ti together. You shouldn't leave your girlfriend alone after sex, you know? You'll make her sad."
Ron looked at Sarah, who nodded. "That's true. I want to stay with you for a while longer."
"Sure. Thanks again, Oliver," Ron said, shaking his hand. "You're a real friend."
"Of course. You're a great friend too," Oliver chuckled before getting dressed and heading out with Brenda.
Oliver glanced back one more ti at Sarah and Ron cuddling. Then he turned to Brenda and gave her a playful slap on the ass. "Co on, Brenda, let's go ho."
She squealed in surprise, then laughed. "Hey! Don't get too carried away just because you fucked once."
"I just didn't fuck you; I'm also your first man. Rember? Besides, we had fun together, and we'll continue having fun. No need to act like we're just friends, you and ."
She giggled as she walked beside him, wobbling slightly due to her pussy being sore after all the action. "All right. You got there. I guess I'll let you touch whenever you want from now on."
Oliver laughed, putting an arm around her shoulders as they walked. "Good, because there's no way I can keep my hands off you now. We'll continue doing lewd stuff as much as we can, all right?"
Brenda smiled up at him and nodded, leaning against him for support. "All right, you sex-crazed hunk."
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"So, tell more about this guy," Brenda's mother said, smiling at her daughter across the living room.
The two of them looked alike—both with blonde hair and blue eyes—but where Brenda was still finding her way, her mother had the kind of mature charm that ca with age. Her full breasts and confident aura put her far beyond her daughter in that departnt.
She wore a beige V-neck sweater with a matching cardigan and dark blue pants, her hair styled in a loose braid that rested over one shoulder.
"What do you an, Mom?" Brenda shrugged, sitting down in a chair by the window and picking up her cup of coffee.
"Oh, please, baby. Don't try that with . You ca in here with a dreamy look on your face. I'm sure you were thinking of your mystery man." Linda leaned closer and patted Brenda's hand. "Don't worry. You can tell your mother everything. Is he cute?"
Brenda hesitated for a mont before answering. "He's handso. Really tall and muscular, too. But we're just friends."
"I don't believe you," Linda crossed her arms and grinned. "Co on. You can tell . When will I get to et him?"
"It's true! We're just friends. We're not together." Brenda took a deep breath. "But... he's really good at... you know. Doing things with his... you know..."
Her mother blinked. "Oh? What kind of things? You'll have to be more specific than that."
"Like, sex," she whispered.
"Sex!? You had sex with this boy!?! And you're telling you two are just friends!?! What were you thinking, Brenda!?!?" Linda jumped up from her seat, looking like she wanted to shake so sense into Brenda.
"Mom, please!" Brenda put her hands on her mother's arms and looked into her eyes. "Listen. I didn't want to do it. He kind of forced himself on ."
"He raped you!?!? Oh my god, baby, are you all right? We need to call the police!" Linda rushed to the phone and started dialing 911, but Brenda grabbed her hand and stopped her.
"No, no, not at all. He wasn't rough with or anything like that. I don't even rember what it was exactly. One minute we're talking, and then the next minute, I'm on his lap with my clothes half off, and he's kissing all over. And I was also enjoying it, so I let him continue."
"Oh dear. That's a relief." Linda sighed, letting go of the phone. "For a mont, I thought my little girl was hurt by that boy. You should be more careful with your words. I was terrified there."
"But he is very assertive. When I'm with him, I can't say no to him. He does whatever he wants, and I get carried away. This never happened before. With other guys, I've always been the one in control." Brenda giggled at the mory of a naked Oliver trying to pleasure her. "And the truth is, it feels good to let him take the lead. To not worry about being in charge for a while. He takes care of everything, and I can just relax."
Linda looked at her daughter with a worried expression on her face. She took Brenda's hand and stroked it gently. "Brenda, listen. This is important. You shouldn't let boys force themselves on you. If they do sothing you don't like, you need to tell them no. It doesn't matter how good it feels. So things aren't ant to be done."
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