Rachel Doesn't Do 'Normal' Pt. 04

Unfortunately for Brendan, he was so excited that after only a few short strokes, he knew that he'd already passed the point of no return. He suddenly panicked, letting go of her heaving breasts, he tried to pull her hand away but it was too late. "UH! OH NO! OH NO! UUHHHH!" Cum started erupting from his tip with such force that he nearly blacked out. What felt like gallons of the stuff splattered onto the marble floor by their feet, as his cock twitched and jerked in her grasp.

Rachel was just starting to enjoy stroking his meaty monster of a cock, when it'd gone off like a rocket. It wasn't too much a surprise, this had happened to her many times before, and besides he must have been permanently hard for hours already, she thought.

"I'm sorry...I..."

"...Ssshhh." Rachel interrupted, kissing his lips tenderly. "Don't worry about it. It's best to get the first one out the way. It'll make you last a lot longer next time."

Brendan was thrilled that she'd said next time. It somewhat softened his embarrassment.

Suddenly an almighty clanging noise echoed around the walls of the large empty room. Derek had been leaning too far forwards to get a better view and he'd lost his balance. He fell through the rope barrier bringing the two metal support poles with him.

Rachel's immediate reaction was to rush and help the old man to his feet, while Brendan turned in the opposite direction and hurriedly stuffed his wilting cock back into his trousers.

"Oh my god! Are you ok?" Rachel offered her hand to the prone old man who lay flat on his face in front of her. "Shall I call for help?" She scanned the main room, but it was currently empty.

Derek looked up at Rachel and his gaze was instantly drawn to her magnificent cleavage. Her tightly confined breasts swung gently before him as she bent double at the waist to help him up.

For a few seconds he couldn't find his voice, all he could do was stare gormlessly down her top. Then a twinge of pain shot down his spine and he winced. It was enough to break the spell and he regathered his senses.

"Oh ouch." Derek grimaced as he took Rachel's hand.

"Are you hurt? Do you think you can stand up? Or shall I go and find a medic?" Rachel looked concerned for the old man. It hadn't yet dawned on her why he'd fallen over the rail.

"Ow. Oh don't worry dear, I'll be fine." He let Rachel pull him to his feet. Nothing felt broken, except for his pride maybe.

"You are kind. Thank you my dear. I really must watch were I'm walking. I'm a clumsy old fool, I really am."

"Don't be silly." Rachel smiled at him. "The important thing is you aren't hurt."

"No I'm just a bit shaken that's all." Rachel slowly walked him back to where Brendan was standing.

"Are you here with anyone? Would you like me to go and find them for you?" She enquired kindly.

"I think he was watching us." Brendan interjected bluntly. Rachel had been too distracted by his welfare to notice, but Brendan spotted the tent in the old man's trousers straight away. He pointed down at the old man's crotch and Rachel raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Derek's hands quickly covered his obvious arousal, but it was much too late. "Oh erm...anyway...I best be off. Thanks for..."

Rachel's eyes had returned to the old man's face. There was something oddly familiar about him. Did she know him from somewhere? As Derek went to leave she stepped in front of him, blocking his path. "Hang on a minute. Have we met before?"

"Um..." What should he do? Should he just tell her the truth? "Yes...well sort of. I was in the park a few months ago...and you..." Derek was feeling rather flustered and a bit embarrassed now, having been caught in the act of perving. He kept looking towards the exit, which was over Rachel's left shoulder.

"...AHA! That's it! That's where I know you from. You're the old man on the bench who I let play with my breasts. That was you wasn't it?" Rachel poked Derek in the chest firmly with her index finger, backing him up a few steps against the wall.

"What?" Brendan couldn't believe his ears. Were there any old men in this city she hadn't already seduced?

"Yes that was me." Derek looked down at his feet as a warm flush of embarrassment reddened his cheeks.

"Wow, what a weird coincidence. Hey..." Rachel narrowed her eyes at him. "...You haven't been stalking me have you? Because that's really fucking creepy."

Derek shook his head profusely. "Stalking? No no no! I'm not a stalker. Honestly I'm not. I just happened to see you back there in the museum. I won't lie, I've thought about you a lot since that day, so I followed you both. But that was the first and only time I've ever followed you. I swear it."

"So you were watching us just now then? That's still rather creepy you know."

"I know it is. I'm sorry. I'll leave and you'll never have to see me again I promise. I didn't mean to pry. Honestly I didn't. I was just curious and then things started happening...and...I'll go now and leave you two alone."

Rachel thought back to the pained look of lust the old boy had given her while he groped her big tits behind his oblivious wife's back in the park. This was a strange twist of fate if ever there was one. Here she was with two men at the complete opposite ends of the age spectrum, both of whom now had a history of spying on her. Derek looked a bit older than any of the men she'd been with up until now. Maybe that was because he was standing next to a spotty faced teenager though, she reasoned.

It quickly dawned on Rachel that even though she'd decided not to be mean and tease Brendan like she'd planned on doing. She'd now been suddenly gifted a perfect opportunity to do just that. Should she take it?

It didn't take long for her to make up her mind.

"You're a dirty old man. You know that don't you?" Rachel teased.

"Well I...I wouldn't exactly..." Derek spluttered.

"...You are a dirty old man." Rachel interrupted. "But luckily for you Brendan here has been getting a kick out of watching me having some fun with dirty old men for the last few days. Isn't that right Brendan?" Rachel turned to look at Brendan who now couldn't meet her playful stare. All he could do was nod shyly at his feet.

Derek thought he was about to have a panic attack as Rachel pushed him up against the wall and stepped towards him. What did she mean by 'having some fun with dirty old men?' Was this really happening?

"How rude of me, I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Rachel by the way. And you are?"

"I'm D...Derek."

"Nice to meet you D...Derek." Rachel mocked his nervous stutter, before sensuously planting her lips over his. The kiss was affectionate but brief. She wanted to tease Brendan, but she also wanted him to know that she didn't kiss everyone with the same level of passion she'd just shared with him.

"You like my tits, don't you old man?" She brought Derek's hands up and placed them on her chest. Unlike Brendan he immediately began to roughly squeeze and maul her huge sensitive orbs. "Oh my goodness yes. They are truly marvellous my dear." He happily croaked out the words, unable to process what was happening to him yet again.

"Well I think you deserve a better look at them this time." With that Rachel pushed Derek down into a squatting position. She then took a hold of the bottom of her vest top and pulled it up over the old man's head. Luckily the top's material was stretchy enough to fit Derek's head beneath it.

Brendan looked up for the first time. He could see a few sprouts of the old man's grey hairs poking up though the neck line of Rachel's powder pink vest top, but apart from that the old boys head was completely submerged beneath it. As much as he'd been enjoying having Rachel's company all to himself. He knew deep down that she preferred older men. She was only being nice to him earlier and this was what she really craved. So he soon found his jealousy beginning to subside. He even cracked a smile when he saw Rachel begin to giggle happily as she stared down her top, watching the old boy as he started to rapidly motorboat her huge tits.

He listened to the excited man's moans of pleasure as he thrashed his head from side to side. It was enough to cause his own cock to throb back to life as he pictured the joy on the old man's face.

Derek was in seventh heaven. He happily rubbed his face into the soft valley of Rachel's deep cleavage. Kissing and licking her smooth warm flesh as he went.

"Yeah suck on my tits you dirty old bastard!" Rachel taunted as she felt Derek reaching up under her top and begin to wrestle down her bra cups.

There wasn't much room to manoeuvre under her top, but he eventually managed to pull her magnificent weighty orbs free from their confines.

Derek instantly set about sucking and chewing on her hard little nipples, before burying his face in-between her tits again, slobbering like a hungry dog.

Rachel pulled his head hard against her chest, as she felt him inhale one of her sensitive nipples into his mouth once more. "Ungh! Oh yeah! Oh you bad boy!" She sighed.

Derek looked rather disappointed when moments later Rachel put an abrupt stop to his fun.

Brendan couldn't help but laugh when Derek pulled his head free from Rachel's top. All that rubbing had caused some static electricity to build up and his thinning grey hair now stood out on its ends. He looked like a mad professor.

"Would you like to watch me suck Derek's cock Brendan?" She could tell that Brendan was getting hard again, he was now playing with the rapidly growing bulge in his jeans once more. Admittedly she would probably prefer to have his monster of a cock in her mouth more than Derek's, but the opportunity to tease him some more was one she couldn't pass up. Besides, it would make it that much sweeter when she finally did have his throbbing tool lodged in her throat later on.

"Oh yes! You would like that wouldn't you lad?" Derek was already hurriedly unbuckling his belt and pulling down his trousers.

"I wasn't talking to you." Rachel chided Derek. "I want to hear it from Brendan."

Brendan looked into the old man's beseeching eyes then back into Rachel's, which sparkled with mischievous intent. "Yeah I'd like that a lot." It was a bit of a fib, but he knew it was what she wanted to hear.

With that Rachel squatted to her knees and pulled Derek's twitching six inch cock up to her pouting lips.

Derek's heart was racing a mile a minute and he thought for one maddening second that he was about to have a heart attack, as Rachel parted her beautiful lips and slipped his aching member into her soft warm mouth.

"Oh god!" Derek let out a wispy groan as Rachel sank his entire cock into her tight throat. She instantly set about deep throating him again and again, plunging her lips down to his base and then sucking hard as she drew them back.

Rachel kept her eyes locked on Brendan's the entire time. She wanted him to know it was his cock she was really hungry for not Derek's. This was just a show for his benefit.

Derek was muttering something incomprehensible, as he watched his busty blonde angel feasting worshipfully on his old throbbing tool. His arms were flapping at his side to begin with, but he soon took a hold of Rachel's head and held her tightly as she fucked him with her mouth.

Rachel swirled her tongue around his shaft, bathing it in her saliva, before resuming her feast. "Do you like fucking my pretty face Derek?" She goaded mercilessly, finally looking up at him for the first time.

"Oh yes. You're such an exquisite beauty my dear."

Rachel liked that compliment. For that he deserved a treat. She wanked his shaft vigorously while dipping her head lower to suck on his very wrinkly old balls.

"Oh my days. Oh my word. Oh that's wonderful!" Derek panted. "They didn't make girls like you in my day! OH MY GOD!!"

"Today is your day." She teased with a wink.

Rachel pushed herself up a bit higher and slapped Derek's cock against the top of her bountiful cleavage. The she pushed his dick down into the deep valley between her breasts. "Yeah fuck my tits old man. You know you want to!"

Indeed he did. Derek found it awkward at first having to squat down to push his cock deeper between her phenomenal breasts. But he soon found an acceptable rhythm. The sensations coursing through his body were too pleasurable to even cope with.

Derek wasn't going to last much longer. Rachel could tell by the grimace on his face that he was nearly peaking. Giving it one last big effort, she inhaled his cock back into her mouth again and began sucking rapidly.

"Ahhhh! Oh you lovely young thing you. Oh wow. OH WOW! AAAAHHHH!" Derek slumped forwards as his dick erupted into her welcoming throat. It was the first time he'd had an orgasm in years and his knee's nearly buckled under the force of it.

"Oh honey! Oh you gorgeous girl!" Rachel was meticulously cleaning his shrinking tool as she gulped down his salty seed. When she was happy he was fully spent, she popped him back into his trousers and stood herself up.

"You have no idea what that meant to an old fella like me. Thank you so much. Thank you both so much"

Brendan wasn't sure what he'd done to deserve such praise. He was now as hard as a rock once more though. As much as he'd enjoyed watching another of Rachel's erotic displays, the knowledge that this time he would be getting a turn was causing him to visibly shake with anticipation.

"Is it my turn now?" Brendan asked with a beaming grin. Unable to hide the eagerness in his voice, as he prepared to receive his first ever blowjob.

He was just about to undo his belt, when a voice beckoned to them from across the empty hall. "Hey you can't be in here. This section is closed to the public."

Rachel looked down in a panic, relieved to see that they were all fully dressed. Although she had to turn away briefly to wrestle her breasts back into her bra cups, beneath her top.

Her mind went blank trying to think up an excuse, but fortunately Derek came to their rescue.

"Sorry sir. That was my fault." He waddled over to the security guard, making it look like he was more decrepit than he actually was. "I got a bit lost. It's been happening quite a lot of late unfortunately. But thankfully my grandchildren here managed to find me."

"Don't worry sir. I'm glad you're ok." He looked at the beautiful blonde with an hour glass figure, and then at the short spotty geek by her side, wondering how on earth they were related to each other.

The guard lifted the rope and ushered them through. He couldn't help but check out Rachel's phenomenal figure as she strode passed him. The low whistle he let out was noticed only by Rachel, who turned and wrinkled her nose at him flirtatiously.

Shortly afterwards, they said their fond fair wells to Derek. It took a while as he couldn't stop shaking each of their hands repeatedly and thanking them both over and over again.

"We should find another quite place don't you think?" Brendan asked excitedly after Derek had wandered off to find his wife, with a noticeable skip in his step.

"Why?" Replied Rachel teasingly.

"You know...so we can..."

"Ha! I'm afraid you're just going to have to hold it in mate! No way can we risk being nearly caught out again. Aw don't worry..." She could see Brendan's face turning south as a sad expression washed over it. "...you'll get your turn. I promise."

His mood quickly lifted upon hearing that. Rachel took him by the hand again and led him towards the gift shop.

They decided to sit in the coffee shop for a while and wait for Aaron to return from his meeting. Brendan was pleased that Rachel was chatting away merrily like nothing between them had even happened.

It was then that something occurred, which made Brendan realise what truly polar opposite lives they both led. A skin headed youth, who looked about 20, swaggered up to their table and told Rachel that she should ditch the loser and come and have some fun with him. Rachel had responded by telling him to go fuck a thimble instead and he'd stormed off calling her a fucking dirty tramp and a slag.

Brendan had never been in fight before. He'd been punched many times, but he'd never fought back. He stood up, wanting nothing more than to punch the guy's lights out, even though he was about twice his size. Rachel ushered him back to his seat, telling him to ignore it and that guys like that didn't bother her.

"Does that happen very often?" Brendan couldn't hide the angry shake in his voice.

"No, not that much. I get stared at a lot, but people are generally quite respectful. People like him are just scum. The can crawl away and rot in their own filth for all I care."

Brendan had lived his life being permanently overlooked by everyone around him. Sometimes he felt like he was completely invisible. But then by contrast Rachel had to cope with the reverse experience. Everyone in the room noticed her and evidently that wasn't always a good thing either. He sometimes wished he could be the centre of attention for a change, but now that he thought about it, he started to sympathise with things from Rachel's perspective. He'd been bullied all his life because of how he looked, but she'd also had to put up with a lot of grief, just because she was beautiful.

They sat and drank their coffees with no more rude interruptions until Aaron arrived.

Aaron had insisted on dragging Brendan around all of London's biggest attractions for the rest of the day. Clearly for Rachel's benefit not his. He obviously didn't realise that London's most attractive attraction was standing right there next to them the entire time.

Brendan and Rachel enjoyed having little flirting sessions whenever Aaron's back was turned. He'd pinch her bum or she'd grab his crotch and then they'd act all innocent as though they were listening intently to what Aaron was saying.

Rachel was feeling really fired up. When Aaron nipped off to use the restroom for a few minutes, she pounced on Brendan and kissed him heatedly until both their lips were chapped.

It was pure torture for Brendan, but he suffered it with a smile. Aaron was sticking to them like glue, trying to make it up to Rachel, for leaving her alone with his awkward excuse for a brother for so long.

They ate dinner that evening in a nice Italian restaurant. As soon as they sat down, Rachel teasingly rubbed her foot into Brendan's groin under the table. Unfortunately it caused him to spill his full pint of Coca-Cola everywhere.

"Oh you stupid fucking idiot! Why do you always have to be such a clumsy little prick? You shouldn't go out in public if you can't behave like an adult!" Aaron ranted, when some of the spilt drink dripped onto his lap. It was the first time that his happy brotherly bonding façade had slipped in front of Rachel.

"It's only a drink Aaron. Take it easy. Now apologise to Brendan." Rachel was shocked by her boyfriend's angry outburst. It wasn't like him to lose his temper. She looked over at Brendan, who was looking at the ground, appearing to have disappeared back into his shell again. "Sorry bro." Aaron huffed, dabbing at his wet trousers.

Brendan looked withdrawn and sad for the remainder of the meal. She tried to gently play footsie with him again, which brought a brief smile to his face but it didn't last long.

They got back to the flat at about 8:00 that evening. Aaron had remained in a foul mood with Brendan since the meal. He wanted nothing more than for his weird little brother to go home already. He'd long since worn out his forced invitation.

Rachel hadn't liked her boyfriend's outburst and was liking his hostility towards Brendan now even less. Every time Brendan tried to speak to either him or to Rachel, Aaron would shut him down, pretending like he wanted to hear the TV. She noticed how quickly Brendan gave up trying and felt sorry for him as he rocked in his seat twiddling his toes awkwardly.