1. My History with Brandy, Ch. 3


    Date: 1/9/2017, Categories: Oral Sex, Author: Tribius, Rating: 0, Source: LushStories

    Brandy sped out of town and began working her way up the rising terrain to the East of the city. As the road wound its way uphill, the spacing between houses got larger, until homes were no longer visible, as they were hidden from view by large gates and treed lots. Rocketing around a hidden curve, I caught a glimpse of a line of several cyclists peddling their way back down the hill, their bright jerseys flashing by my peripheral vision outside her window. "Who-Hoo!" Brandy exclaimed as she downshifted and floored the Mercedes to take on the next incline. I looked over and admired her as her blonde hair whipped around her head like a halo in the wind of the open window. She sensed me watching her, and she turned to flash me her brilliant grin, her big, beautiful eyes afire with life. I had just enough time to return her smile as the floor dropped from under me and we topped the hill, hurtling down toward the next turn. I think I was glad to finally be at our destination. The view, what I saw of it anyway, was breathtaking, but my bladder had been screaming at me for the last fifteen minutes, and I was ready to be off the roller coaster for the day. We approached a large iron gate with the initial "S" in gold in the middle of the two halves of the gate. Brandy leaned out of her seat to reach the keypad and punch in a code that would open the massive gate. As she did, her blouse rose up her back, and I caught a glimpse of the little tattoo she had gotten there several years ...
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    ago. Her sharkskin pants were cut low, and I was treated to the sight of the top of her sexy ass, with just a little cleavage there to tantalize me further. Visions of that tattoo covered in perspiration as I rode her from behind flooded my thoughts, giving way to visions of that same tattoo covered in a big load of my thick jizz. With a rumble, the halves of the gate began to open, and Brandy turned to me with excitement and exclaimed, "home sweet home!" About a hundred yards past the gate the trees began to thin, affording a nice view of the house. I'll have to admit that I was impressed. While neither Brandy nor I lived in squalor, this place was beautiful by any standard. The blacktop drive ended in a turnabout in front of the main house, with an offshoot leading around behind the house and out of sight. There was a large, ornate fountain in the center of the circle, surrounded by a thick carpet of lush grass, and finely sculpted shrubbery. The house appeared to be made mostly of glass, and rose imposingly above us as we exited Brandy's Mercedes and made our way up the walk to the large wooden doors. I followed Brandy inside, and she turned and punched a code into an LCD screen to the right of the door. A subtle chirp sounded, and she turned to me, sweeping her arm in an exaggerated motion at the great room in front of her, and quipped, "what do you think?" I whistled, "wow, it's quite the place, Brandy! What does your uncle do?" "Well, he and my dad started the family ...
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