Rand McTiernan: Her Forbidden Brother

She wasn't like the other girls around town, she had class. As his fingers caressed across the satin-covered slope of her melonlike buns Ted recalled the only time she had reminded him of the less appealing girls in town. That one night after they had made love she was stroking his cock; that was okay, stroking his pecker like it was made of gold. But when she leaned her head down and kissed it he stiffened; then she tried to suck it into her mouth. Ted stopped her. “You don't want me to?” Dorothy asked. She seemed hurt, rejected. Ted said, “No. You don't have to do nothing like that to show me you like me. I'm happy with everything we've done so far.” She never tried it again and Ted decided she was just making an effort to please him, misguided as it was. After all, the girl was a virgin before she met him, everything she needed to know he would teach her. And Ted wanted to teach her right because he had big plans for this beautiful girl, lifelong plans. He slid his hands under the elastic band of the undies and felt the incredible softness of her bare rump. They were like two big lumps of bread dough, firm and tender. The deep, warm crack between the mounds was like a channel to guide his fingers down deep until he could feel the sweltering heat of her crotch.

Dorothy's breath was rasping in her throat, she was dying to feel his fingers dig far inside the crack of her ass, to feel them probe at her anus, puncture inside the tight little hole and twirl her asshole into oblivion. But led never touched her there, no he went straight for the hole that counted. Counted for him. “Oh, Ted…” she sighed in his ear as she felt the fingers touching at the bottom of her wet, drooling pussylips. “Yeah, baby, oh yeah,” he answered.

He was twisting now, rolling her onto her back and sliding his hand up under the skirt to pull the satin briefs down her long, limber legs. In the moonlight he saw the sparkling whiteness of her flawless thighs, the cap of light blond hair crowning her crotch, a quick glimpse of the red gash yearning so furiously for the fill of a hard cock. After dropping the underpants to the floor of the car Ted's hands moved up to the buttons of her white blouse. She lay there, her chest heaving with hot breath as he undid them one by one. Dorothy had been tempted to go to the dance tonight without a bra, but at the last minute decided against it. She wasn't sure how Ted would react, how he'd classify her behavior. He parted the blouse to each side and gazed down on the massive cones of white on her chest. Underneath were two of the biggest, firmest tits he'd ever touched in his life. When he and some of the guys drove the seventy five miles to Meehanville where they had the topless shows he hadn't once seen a pair of tits as nice as Dorothy's. She arched her back and closed her blue eyes as Ted fumbled underneath and undid the bra. It went loose but didn't fall away, the cups just sat on top of the billowing breasts. Like he was opening a birthday present Ted lifted the halter and viewed the pink-nippled melons underneath. He swallowed, they were beautiful. And with each breath the meaty piles wiggled slightly, the soft, relaxed nipples were like two eyes staring back at him. He pressed his face down to rest on one of the downy pillows and kissed the silken skin. Goosebumps formed on her flesh under his lips as he nibbled and sucked up to the waiting, burning nipple. “Yes, oh yes, Ted,” Dorothy sighed. Ted knew she loved having her tits eaten, that's why he saved them until after getting her pants off.

Just from having her nipples bitten and sucked she went crazy, started gasping and grabbing out for him like a little demon, that's why he wanted everything out of the way downstairs… so he could get his cock in there right away while she was cooking. His tongue licked across a nipple and it instantly puckered into a crimson knot. He circled it with his lips and sucked up hard, felt the surrounding flesh ease inside his mouth, felt it grow with intense heat and passion. While working at her nipples he used his hands to undo his steer-head belt buckle and open his pants. With a minimum of fumbling he pushed the jeans down and exposed the red-headed root between his legs. Dorothy knew what he was doing and wanted to help, wanted to caress the cheeks of his ass and reach down to clamp a tight fist around his hot cock. Then stroke it, slide her fingers all over it until it burst with fire, pump the big hose until it gushed the white cream all over her. But not yet. His mouth was traveling from breast to breast, nipping, sucking, licking the tits into a frothed, hot pile of thrashing flesh. She kept heaving the breasts up to his face, smothering him with soft meat, goading him on and on. Finally he did it, he bit one nipple very hard. “Uuuuuugh…” Dorothy groaned. She twisted, wrenched her hips, slithered under him like a trapped reptile. He bit again and she knew she could now get away with limited aggressiveness. Her hands scratched at his back and came down to rest on his bare rump. He jerked slightly when feeling her touch but didn't do anything to discourage her. She brushed her fingers across the hairy mounds of his ass and down to the well-muscled back of his thighs. She's really turned on now, Ted was telling himself. She's grabbing my ass, begging to feel me inside her. But he waited, he wanted to work her up real good and hot.

Dorothy cautiously moved a hand from his hip and stroked his belly, smoothed the fine hairs, moved closer and closer to his hard, exposed cock. Then she did it, she no longer cared what the hell he thought, she reached out and circled the base of his large cock with her hand. He jerked again, shuddered with delight. Dorothy held tight and slowly stroked up and down. Then his hands were back to her crotch, the large middle finger was teasing at the tight lips of her wet cunt. He pushed the folds of skin back and felt the hot juice drip from the crack before slipping the finger inside. He put it deep, way inside the burning hug of the hole. “Oh! Ted! Teddy!” she cried.

Dorothy only dared to call him “Teddy” at moments of high passion.

He felt the grasping slickness inside her, the trembling muscles of her cunt walls, the tremendous heat, and he stabbed his finger in and out with greater and greater speed. Juices drooled from her hole down to coat the cheeks of her ass and soak into the fabric of the auto seat. He wanted to finger-fuck her until she climaxed and then drive his cock in but his own excitement was rapidly growing with each stroke of her hand. He worked his finger in tiny circular motions, touching all the skins inside her, driving her hips into uncontrolled twists. “Teddy…” she softly sighed as his finger brushed against her clitoris and caused a wave of tingling passion to run throughout her torso. She stopped stroking his cock and just held on, he was getting her so close. “Come on, honey,” he whispered. “Let it go once before we really get started.” “Oh! Oh! Uhhhhh…” she groaned out loud as her cunt started to wash and tremble around his stabbing finger. She heaved her hips up and swayed in mid-air as her guts felt like they were melting. Then she was clipping her cunt up against his finger, fucking it back like it was a cock, making impassioned love to it. “That's the girl…” Ted whispered.

Juices were running freely from the cheeks of her ass and she was wet halfway down the thighs as bolt after bolt of wracking ecstasy slammed through her body. She squeezed his thick cock hard in her hand and pulled it toward the blustering hole between her legs. “Give it to me, Ted. Please! Please put it in me…” That's what Ted liked most of all. Having a girl beg for his cock, plead like she'd die without it. And Dorothy was the easiest thing to get all worked up he ever found, once his mouth was on her tits she couldn't lie stopped. It was all the way or nothing at all, and eight months ago she was a virgin! Man, he told himself over and over, the guys in this town sure aren't on the ball! They all figured her for a girl who doesn't do this kind of thing… well, she isn't… I mean, with me it's something special because she knows how I feel about her.

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