Chapter 3: Can You Say Cock Tease?
All of my life I've known my propensity, like most heterosexual men I suppose, for the sexual beauty of women. Since about the age of 14, maybe even 13, I have masturbated and fantasized about girls. And as hard as it is for mind to grasp, the feeling seems even more intense now in my 30s. Is it an early mid-life crisis that has intensified these feelings? Or is it the pheromones that Brandi and her young friends are secreting? By one definition, "Pheromones are naturally occurring odorless substances the fertile body excretes externally, conveying an airborne signal that provides information to, and triggers responses from, the opposite sex of the same species."
Whatever the case, I'm horny all of the time. Which only makes my experience with trying to be a responsible adult and parental unit to Brandi all the more difficult. It was easy when she was frumpy Brandi. Now it's damn near impossible. And what had been triggered by the spanking within both Brandi and me was sending me and her on a trajectory that I feared I could not stop and could only end in misery and tragedy.
It was made all the worse that night.
After Stephanie left, Brandi had gone to bed, and I was folding laundry. Within a few moments, I heard the soft cooing noise coming from her bedroom that I knew could only be the result of one thing. I moved a little closer and saw her door was ajar. I could just peek through the crack of the door in the dark hallway. A single light beside her daybed was on. My eyes widened as I saw Brandi bent over her daybed, knees on the floor with her panties pulled down around her thighs. Her thighs and knees pointed inward toward each other, while her calves and feet pointed out. This position kind of forced her round, tight ass to poke out as she frigged herself. Her fingers of her right hand were sliding in and out of her soaking little hole. The lighting made it even more erotic—one side of her body and ass were softly lit, while the other was shrouded in shadows. Her head was buried in a pillow on the bed and she was moaning and cooing a high-pitched, staccato groan.
With her right hand rubbing herself, her left hand came around and smacked her ass. Once, twice, three times, and then stopped. She moved her left arm back to prop and brace herself with her head still buried in the pillow.
"Ohhh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh." I could hear her muffled coos and moans as she rubbed and slapped herself.
Her fingers moved faster in and out of her little twat. I strained to see how much hair was around it or whether she kept it trimmed. It was hard to tell in the light, but I could see some blonde curls of pubic hair where her fingers were. They looked wet. Her little asshole looked almost hairless. She kept rubbing herself and poking her fingers inside herself. First one, then two, and then she tried to squeeze three of her fingers in her little cunt while her thumb moved around her asshole, rubbing the inner edges just around that little tight bung hole.
Within a few moments, she began to arch her back. She raised her head off the pillow and moaned and cooed pretty loudly, so much so that she grabbed the pillow with her left hand and tried to stifle and suffocate her moans. Her tits were pressed hard against the daybed, the round edges peeking out to the side of the mattress. I desperately wanted to see her nipples, but I couldn't as she had pressed them down in to the daybed.
She slowed her rubbing and pulled her now very wet fingers from her little hole. I stepped back slowly trying my best not to make a sound. I could still see through the crack in Brandi's door. She slowly stood up and turned toward the door, still rubbing herself between her legs. Not wanting to risk her seeing me, I quickly slipped down the hallway and crept quietly down the stairs. Did she catch a glimpse of me fleeting away? I couldn't be sure. I heard her come out of her bedroom and close the bathroom door.
