Polly Gaston - Behind the bar

"Awwwwwwwww!" he bellowed as loud as a bull. His cum flew up her tight cunt and splattered against her shaking womb. His cock pumped so hard that Roy hollered again at the top of his voice. His prick was going off like a firecracker, shooting deep in her sucking pink pussy.

Brandy felt the first splattering shot of his cum and she began to shake. Her pussy trembled and spasmed around his spewing cock. The waves of pleasure built to a crescendo and then she was cuming too, juice flying from her spasming cunthole and splattering out on the office rug.

"Mmmmmmmmm!" Brandy wailed. She sucked harder and harder on Roger's cock. She wanted him to shoot too. She wanted to taste hot cum in her mouth and feel it splash into her cunt at the same time. Brandy wanted to drown in a heavy deluge of cockcream.

Roger jammed his cock in faster and faster. Brandy's lips were like silken iron around his jerking prick. She was sucking him right down her throat and there was no way that the horny cowboy could hold onto his balls for one more second. He gave a whooping holler and his cock began to pump, splattering all the way down her squeezing, greedy throat.

That was all Brandy needed to drive her out of her mind with pleasure. Her body spasmed wildly and her pussy oozed more hot oils. The fuckjuice gushed out of her clutching cunthole and ran down the crack of her silken buttcheeks. She'd never been fucked this well before and she was out of her mind with ecstasy. She was even more wild and wanton than she had thought. It was really a shame that Buddy couldn't see her now. He'd probably fall over dead of a heart attack to see his lush wife enjoying herself so lewdly.

Jenny Cooper wasn't planning on stopping for a drink after work but the dim, cool interior of the BRANDYWINE looked so inviting, she was drawn in and found herself sitting on a bar stool before she quite knew what was happening.

"Uh… a glass of white wine please," Jenny said timidly as the good-looking bartender came over to her. "I… I don't want to stay too long. I've got to get ready for my wedding tomorrow."

Dave's eyebrows raised in surprise. For a girl getting married tomorrow, the pretty little redhead didn't look very happy. She looked like she had a big problem on her mind.

"Getting married, hmmmm?" Dave asked, sliding the glass of wine in front of her. "Aren't you excited? Most brides I've seen look happier than you look right now, Sweetie."

"Uh… well… I guess I'm a little nervous," Jenny admitted, raising her eyes and then looking quickly away. "You know how it is. Last day jitters, I guess."

Dave poured another glass of wine before Jenny even asked. She certainly looked as if she had a problem. He wondered if there was anything he could do to help. He wished that Brandy were here right now but she was in the back room working on the books.

Suddenly Dave got an idea that almost made him laugh right out loud. It was so simple he was surprised he hadn't thought of it immediately. What were most girls nervous about the day before their wedding? Sex, of course. This pretty little redhead must be nervous about sex and that was one thing Brandy could help with. She'd helped all the other customers who'd gotten the gold swizzle sticks. There was no reason why she couldn't help this nervous young bride too.

"Hold on a second, honey… I'll be right back," Dave said, heading for the back room to talk with Brandy. It wasn't more than a minute before he was back with a smile on his face. "The owner's wife would like to see you, honey," he said, grinning at Jenny. "She wants to give you a wedding present. It's sort of a tradition around here. Brandy gives you a ticket for a free bottle of champagne when you and your new husband come in."

"Oh… that's nice," Jenny said, looking a little confused. She'd never heard of anything like this before, but it certainly was a nice gesture.

"Around the bar and through that door," Dave instructed, keeping his grin well-hidden. He could hardly wait to find out what Brandy was going to do. If anyone could find out what Jenny's problem was, it was Brandy. She'd have the girl telling all her intimate secrets in a couple of seconds with her girl talk.

"I… I really want to thank you for the champagne," Jenny said to the gorgeous woman sitting at the desk. "I… I'm not sure we'll be collecting it, though. I'm having doubts about getting married tomorrow."

Jenny stopped and a surprised expression crossed her pretty face. She hadn't intended on saying that at all! Something about the pretty woman at the desk made her want to confess all her fears about marriage. This was unusual to say the least for Jenny. She'd never confided in anyone before.

"Sounds like you have a problem," Brandy said, pulling up a chair for the pretty little redhead. "Why don't you sit down and relax and tell me all about it. Don't you love the guy you're supposed to marry?"

"Oh! It's not that at all!" Jenny gasped quickly. "I love Bill but I just don't know about getting married. There's so much about marriage I don't know. I guess I'm a little nervous about… about… about sex."

Jenny's voice lowered so much that the last word was almost a whisper. And her face colored painfully as she confessed her fears. "I… I wish I had someone to talk to about it but my mother's dead and I don't have any close girlfriends. And I certainly can't talk to Bill!"

Brandy gave the girl an encouraging smile. If the extent of her problem was sex, it was quite simple to put her on the right track. She didn't think that any girl in this day and age would be nervous about sex, but one look at Jenny's embarrassed face made Brandy quite sure that Jenny was really a shy virgin.

"You don't have to be embarrassed around me," Brandy said, smiling encouragingly. "And you can think of me as a close girlfriend, if you like. Now what is it about sex that frightens you?"

"Well… I don't know what to do!" Jenny wailed, breaking down into sobs. "And what if I don't like it? That would be awful!"

"It certainly would!" Brandy smiled kindly. "But I really don't think that'll happen. I'm sure you'll enjoy sex just as much as I do, once you get over being shy."

"But how do I get over being shy?" the trembling redhead asked. "I've always been shy. I was so shy in school that I blushed every time I took a shower in front of the other girls!"

"I'll tell you what," Brandy smiled. "Here's another bottle of wine. Let's just sit here and drink wine and have a nice little talk. You just get nice and comfortable and relaxed and then you can ask me all about sex. How about that?"

Jenny let out her breath with a big long sigh. "Oooooh, that's wonderful, Brandy. Thanks so much. I really don't want to be dumb about everything tomorrow but all those books I read about sex were really confusing. The more I read the more confused I got. It'll be really great to talk to someone who really knows about everything."

Jenny took a large gulp of wine and her face turned a little pinker. She hadn't eaten anything all day because she'd been so nervous and the wine was hitting her like a ton of bricks.

"Uh… did it hurt much?" Jenny faltered, taking another large gulp of wine. "I mean… the first time… is it really painful?"

Brandy giggled. "It sure didn't hurt me very much," she confessed. "It just felt like pricking your finger or something like that. It hurts for just a minute and then you never think about it again. Then the only thing you feel is a nice thick cock sliding up your pussy. Mmmmmmm! You're going to love it, Jenny. I'm positive you will!"

Brandy squirmed a little in her chair as she thought about a big, thick cock. All this talk about sex was making her horny. She finished off her glass of wine quickly and poured another. "Well, honey… what else do you want to know?"