Ray Strong - Sucker virgin

"You wanted to fuck me," she whispered hoarsely. "Now fuck!"

And fuck he did. He reared back and plunged his burning cock in again, slamming it all the way in, pulling back, slamming in, rearing back.

"That's the way," Jenna told him, urging him on, moving her own hips in syncopation, listening to the slurping sounds of her cuntal maw continually swallowing and reswallowing his lancing cock. "Fantastic," she murmured. "My God! You're really good! Oh Sammy, fuck me!"

Her head fell back on the pillow, her eyes wide open as she stared at his eager-to-please, youthful face. Her hair billowed around her head like a. dark halo, making him think of her as his own, personal angel.

Her thighs parted, ten came around, encircling his waist, locking him inside her bouncing body. Her heels were kicking his buns and it seemed to urge him on to even greater speed.

"Jenna," he murmured. "I think… I… love…you.

"Yes," she nodded, "and I want you to keep on loving me this way, sweet Sammy."

He was ramming his rigid cock deep into the blazing cauldron of her cunt, and with each forward stroke he realized the feeling was getting even better, if such a thing were possible. With each backward movement the tingling was building higher. He was in a delightful universe all his own, surrounded by two lush thighs, held tightly by them, bound by them, feeling the whirlpool between them sucking him down deeper and deeper. The heat in him rose higher and higher, and he knew if relief didn't come soon, his entire body would erupt. His knees were jammed against her bouncing ass now, and he could feel her hairy hedge scrub his pelvis on each in stroke.

Nothing in the world compared to fucking. Blowjobs were good, in their place, as an alternative to an occasional cunt, but there was nothing like fucking. True, the cunt didn't have a tongue, but the tight fit of the cock inside more than made up for it.

And now that he was enjoying Jenna's hot cunt, Sammy knew he could never go back to simply jerking off. In fact, now that he was fucking Jenna, he began to first understand he was using her as a sort of sister substitute. In a way, sinful as it sounded, he wanted to fuck his own sister. Yes, deep down that was it. That was what he'd wanted for as long as he'd known of the reasons for the existence of cunt and cock. He wanted to bury his meat in his lovely, red-headed sister's mint. And he had a desire to see his sister's mouth completely stuffed with his hard cock, the same cock now mercilessly slamming its way into Jenna.

He was about to come. And what a come it would be. Only once before had he come this strongly, and that was the first time Cindy had sucked him off. His face sank to her tits and his mouth filled with her right boob as he began firing heavy wads of cum into Jenna's tight, crushing cunt. The heated jism, blasting its way into her womb, set Jenna off, and she began having one uncontrollable spasm after another, having more than a dozen climaxes, each one bigger than the previous one.

And then they fell asleep.

Jenna knew she would never be able to carry on with both brothers for any length of time. She also knew Andrew's discovery of her with Sammy would mean her loss of Andrew forever. And since Andrew was the only male of manageable age to give her a sense of security while fucking her (Sammy imparted the same sense, but he was nowhere near marriageable), she had to get away and wait until Sammy returned to military school, which he would be doing Sunday evening. She had sworn him to secrecy with the hint of more sex to come when he returned from school, should he remain quiet. She knew if she married Andrew in the interim, Sammy, hot-blooded as he was, would have the good sense to stay away from her. It was especially true considering how many girls he would probably have chasing him once he got back.

Jenna had met Mickey the previous summer, and the two girls had corresponded. Jenna had learned Mickey was a virgin that previous summer, and said nothing to hint she herself was not. Now, on her way to Mickey's for the weekend, she was more than content to accept what she believed would be a sexless weekend.

And Mickey, leaving the office after work, thinking Jenna was as virginal as she had been previously, thought the weekend a good chance to relax. Since her encounter with Joe Orgiurio, Mickey had fucked six other men, and she realized fucking just wasn't what she had believed it would be. Orgiurio had been the best of the lot, making her curse her own stupidity for being turned off by him, afterward. She could never approach him again. Perhaps it was just as well. He was strictly a cunt man, incapable of falling in love, and Mickey knew she could fall in love with him' very easily.

Mickey's parents and brothers had gone away that weekend, leaving enough food to tide Mickey over. To be on the safe side, Mickey went shopping before going home and brought in enough food to provision a small army for a week. She had just finished putting everything away when her doorbell rang.

Going to the door, she was surprised to see Jenna, whom she hadn't expected for at least another twenty-four hours.

"You don't mind that I'm early, do you?" the dark-haired girl asked, stepping in and shutting the door behind her. "I mean, I hope I'm not screwing up your Friday evening or anything."

Jenna was wearing a two-piece blue outfit with a white, see-through blouse. Mickey admired the way her bra-encased tits stood up firmly. Mickey's were smaller, but rounder and more in proportion with her figure. Though Jenna was taller than Mickey, her tits were so large, they were way out of proportion, and they were the first thing anyone looking at her noticed.

"I was just going to wash my hair," Mickey smiled, gesturing Jenna into the living room.

At the mention of her hair, Mickey saw Jenna 's eyes linger on the blaze of bright red so carefully combed and set on her head. Jenna was thinking of another redhead, the sister of Andrew and Sammy, and instantly thought of the brothers, as well. No, no, she had to erase them from her mind, at least for the weekend.

"No date for the evening?" Jenna asked, staring at the way Mickey's skirt hugged her figure.

Jenna had always had an urge to swing with another female, though not truly a lesbian. She had once analyzed herself and decided she was bisexual, willing to play with either sex. Though she had never really done anything with other girls beyond one unsatisfactory high school experience, she still wanted to try again, and she realized before the weekend was over, if Mickey was willing, the two of them would swing together.

Mickey was unaware of what Jenna was thinking. Swinging with a member of her own sex had never occurred to her. She chatted on about their previous summer together and went into the kitchen with Jenna behind her. Between them, they prepared a. tasty enough supper, after which they returned to the living room and watched some TV, occasionally talking, since what they were watching wasn't holding their interest.

At ten o'clock Mickey decided it was time to wash her hair and take a shower. Jenna asked if she could join her. Mickey nodded, thinking there was nothing really odd about the request.

Mickey had a spare bed in her bedroom which was where Jenna would be sleeping. They went upstairs to Mickey's bedroom and undressed together. Though a little uncomfortable with Jenna 's eyes on her, Mickey could not help but admire the other girl's figure.

Together they entered the bathroom and stepped into the tub shower, after making certain the temperature of the water was correct. Each washed the other's back, and it was at this time that Mickey noticed Jenna's fingers lingering around her asscheeks. At first she dismissed it as imagination and proceeded to let her hair get soaked. It was while she was bent forward under the stream of cascading water that she felt Jenna's fingers reach into her crotch. Bent over, helpless as she was, she tried washing the shampoo out of her hair quickly, but got some of it in her eyes. And all the while she was bent forward, feeling the effect of Jenna's manipulating fingers in her cunt. She could feel herself automatically responding, and realized there was a difference between the heavy hands of the various males who had played with her cunt and the gentle touch of the girl showering with her now. Jenna's fingers were a new experience, and by the time she had managed to get the soap out of her eyes, Mickey found herself trapped by the wanton urges building inside her cunt. Instead of questioning what Jenna was doing, she leaned against the tiles in front of her and continued enjoying the sensations being imparted by the other girl.