Ron Taylor - Hot for brother

"Yeah, Amy girl," he said happily, patting her head with conscious restraint. This time there was no hair-pulling as she took him deeply, and she was free to concentrate on the job between her lips.

Maybe job wasn't the right word for it. She grooved on the feeling of a hard, hot dick in her mouth, and she had ever since summer before last when she'd done it for the first time. It was David Freeman's, and she'd been going with him for a couple of months. After the ninth-grade graduation party, at the end of the school year, she'd gone walking with him into the woods on the far side of the soccer field. David wasn't as big-cocked as Steve, but he was really horny for a kid just graduating from junior high, and they got into some heavy making out in the bushes. His cock was in her hand, and she felt the viscous flow of his hot semen as they kissed and rolled together. Amy had already tasted his semen, licking it surreptitiously from her fingers on an earlier make-out session, and though the flavor was weird, it wasn't at all unpleasant. She'd already made up her mind that tonight would be the night. Her first time.

David sorta collapsed in her hand when that orgasm shot through him, and in a flash Amy was turned around, kissing the sticky stuff from his dick, licking until he sprang up again, super-hard and throbbing in her fist. And despite his eagerness and excitement, it took him a long time to reach his second climax. Amy sucked him till her jaws ached, and he only seemed to get harder and harder. But when he exploded and his slimy cum shot down her throat – wow!! To feel all the male power, trapped and helpless inside her locking lips and teeth – to hear him groan in delirium each time his cock shuddered and spat out another bubble of jism – God, she masturbated all the next week remembering! If David could have worked up a third erection, which was unlikely after the gallon of seed he blasted into Amy's mouth, she might… just might… have offered him her cherry there, in the woods beyond the soccer field.

But he didn't, and she didn't, and now, two years later, Amy was still a virgin and quite busy sucking another boy's cock. The act still excited her, especially when the cock vomited semen and she slurped it down, but she no longer lost her head in the fever of the moment. It was more like a hobby than a passion, now, and she knew she was good at it, but she no longer got a contact high from knowing that she'd brought off her man orally. The guy had to do his share in return. Amy so expected, so demanded. Fair was fair.

Well, Steve had gotten her off with his talented finger, and she really ought to get him off now, with her sweet sensitive mouth. Amy cupped his balls and started to suck him for real. No screwing around, no game playing. She ate him the way a cock should be eaten.

She could take him deeply, freely, naturally, and when he pushed into her mouth, he stabbed right to the entrance of her throat. She liked to feel him there, like a big lump of food she couldn't quite swallow, and she held her head steady, tongue switching from side to side beneath his shafting dick.

Then she slightly loosened the ring of her lips, and he slid wetly from her mouth, only to plunge in again, so deeply this time that his balls bounced on her dimpled chin. The hair on his scrotum tickled her face too, and she giggled around the frilly imbedded penis, making it quiver for a long delightful moment which Steve dug as much as she did. He was holding her skull, maneuvering it, but not attempting to take control of the act from Amy. She appreciated that, and she demonstrated her appreciation by the pitter-patter of her tongue all around the barrel of his friendly weapon.

And as she suckled his swollen member, Amy let one hand slip discreetly into her bikini panties. She closed her fingers on the cuntal bulge, squeezing as the length of her middle finger pressed directly upon the tight moist line of her gash itself. Her cunt was a nubby little bump, ripe for tickling, and she tickled it splendidly. She felt her love button stiffen and tingle, and she rubbed all the harder, thighs closing rhythmically on the hand wedged between them, and simultaneously her head moved faster on Steve's pecker.

Each stroke pulled him deeper into Amy's throat, and she gulped as she took him again and again. Excitement bubbled erotic passion in her cunt as she went through the pattern of squeeze-suck, squeeze-suck, doing herself, doing him, and she breathed harder as her second orgasm became a distinct probability. Her teeth gnawed, though restrainedly at Steve's prong, and she heard him groan musically. Her tongue flailed his driving dick, bathing circles around it, and she could already taste the little spurts of mum that were oozing uncontrollably from him as he warmed up for the main event. His seed was tangy, like spice upon her tongue, and she relished it.

In another moment or two she felt him shudder, a powerful vibration that rippled through the stalk of his prong, and Amy knew that he was there at last. She whipped a middle finger into her pussy, found herself hot as a live wire. Her snatch muscles sucked at the finger as greedily as her mouth swallowed Steve's peter, and she stabbed herself deeply, whining and singing round his tool as the pleasure swelled to almost unendurable heights.

It was the moment of truth. She could feel her orgasm, a fire in her cunt, and she wanted to clench her teeth and groan through their clench as it happened to her. Amy opened her mouth, spitting out Steve's cock lest she bite it in two, and she seized it with her free hand. She pressed the tip of his rod to her closed, trilling lips, and she began to work her hand on him in counterpoint to the other hand busy in her snatch. He seized her head in both his hands and swayed from side to side, chanting in rapture, "I'm gonna come, Amy. I'm… gonnnnaaaa COOOOMMMMMEE!!" and almost before she knew it, he was coming, drenching her flushed face with the hot, thick lashings of his sperm. She accepted his discharge, humping the finger buried in her snatch, and just as one really thick glob splattered her right eyebrow and oozed southward across her tightly-shut eyelid, Amy cried aloud, "Me tooooo!!"

She sank down upon her impaling finger, burying it to the hilt, and God it was tight! It was like a sword of red flame thrust into her pussy. How in the name of shit, she asked herself, hunching it, could she ever dream of being so impaled by a man's dick? It would tear her to shreds. Still – Amy opened her mouth to moan, and as she did, Steve thrust in his cock, dumping one or two final bursts of seed onto her fluttering pink tongue. She scooped the stuff back, into her throat, and she used her head on him till he'd finished squirting and his dick began to melt in her salivating mouth.

Oh, it was good, she thought, it was really good! Her twat was still milking and massaging the finger buried in it, and her cunt thumped madly as she pressed it with her thumb to make that drum-like throbbing last an eternity. She was sore-snatched, true, but it wasn't a painful kind of sore. It was a satisfying ache, a satisfied twinge of pleasure. Amy sank back, stretching out on the grass. Her hand was stuffed in her panties and her knees were up, twitching slightly.

Maybe I am missing out on a lot, she told herself, sniffing the cunty aroma which seeped from her wet-crotch panties. Maybe I should give in, let him screw me. Virginity was more than a mere hymen, anyway. Did it matter if she still had her cherry, when she wasn't too proud to eat and be eaten, to finger and he fingered? Wasn't that kind of hypocritical?

"Mmm, no," she said as Steve stretched beside her, his hands making for her tits. "I think I'm banging out. Get me my purse outa the car, would you? I need my Handi-wipes. If I stroll into the Burger Castle with cum all over my face, somebody might think I'm a naughty girl."