Ron Taylor - Hot for brother

He spread her legs and he roared up between them on his knees, ass propped on his heels. His cock stuck up like a flagpole and Amy couldn't keep her hands off it, even while he was arranging her for the most comfortable penetration. How could he ever bend that stiff cock down far enough to get it into her pussy? she wondered, her hands full of his slender spear.

He raised her ass from the bed, stuffing both her pillows underneath, lifting her for a clean, convenient entry. She wiggled round till she was comfy, and her pussy gaped open. Alex touched the pink gash, working his fingers in and out the mouth of her fuck hole, and then he steered his rampant cock downward, straight for Amy's vagina. She saw it bending in her direction – despite her fears, he seemed to have no problem aiming for her cunt – and she made her hips jerk an invitation. "Oh, don't waste time!! I want to be fucked right now!! Can't you see I'm dying for it?"

"You're not the only one, Peanut," he grinned, touching her at last with the arrowhead point of his dong.

Amy squealed at the contact. Dry-humping had been her only penile-vaginal experience up to now, and this was nothing at all like dry-humping. There was something incredibly virile about the bulging knob of his dick kissing and stroking the wet mouth of Amy's itching cunt, and she wished it were over and done with, that he was buried in her to the hilt and humping for all he was worth. The buildup was Goddamn killing her!

"It's gonna hun," Alex warned. "If you've still got your cherry, there'll be some pain and maybe some blood tool God, Amy, are you sure you want to do it?"

"Damn it, fuck me!!" Amy was almost beside herself with desire now. Mary Beth and Connie might disagree on the moral situations in which fucking should take place, but one thing they agreed on – the act itself was incredible, dynamite, fantastic. And now, closer to getting it than she'd ever been before, Amy knew that they were right. "To hell with the pain and the blood!"

Her ass bucked and wiggled again, pussy slit rubbing up and down on the pressing tip of his cock the way a hungry cat weaves around the legs of its human. She pleaded with her hands, her eyes, and her lips. "Now, Alex, now!!"

"If it's what you want, Peanut."

"Yes, Goddamn it, yesssss!!"

He took his cock in hand once more and caressed her twat with its purple arrowhead knob, until he was liberally coated in the sticky juices that flowed from Amy's hole. His touch was ticklish and she couldn't keep from giggling. She felt alternate chills and hot flashes, as if she were being rubbed on the spine first with an ice cube, then with a smoldering cigarette. She couldn't lie still. Her ass was afire, her heels itching. She wiggled her bottom on the pillow in a vain effort to quench some of that fire, and she pushed herself a little closer to her brother's prong.

"Hang onto your hat, Amy," he warned. "You've got the sweetest, cutest cunt I've ever seen, and once I get in you, I don't know if I'll ever want to come out."

"Promises, promises!" she jeered.

He steadied his dick with one hand, using the fingers of his other hand to split her tight, wet, clinging pussy lips. Wet as they were, sticky as the juice had made them, they still spread for him, though it took effort and Amy chewed her lip, enduring the necessary roughness it took to open her up.

"Ohhhh… now!" she squealed as the tip of his dong made a partial penetration. The point of Alex's arrowhead was just caught in the tight, sucking mouth of her pussy, and Amy felt so widely split she wondered if her eyes wouldn't pop out of her head. "Ohhhh!!" she moaned, not at all certain if she could stand to take any more of him. Her pussy was naturally snug and virginally tight, and even the very tip of Alex's penis felt as big as a fence post.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"You do and I'll claw your fucking eyes out!"

"Okay, Peanut, here goes."

He pushed gently, wedging a little more of his cockhead in her. Amy screamed and grabbed at her tits, which felt as if they were swelling, swelling, ready to bunt like over inflated balloons.

But somehow her hands seemed to quench some of her cuntal discomfort, and as she stroked and petted herself, reassurance returned to her mind and body. "Go ahead," she told him. "I think I'm ready for more."

He gave her a little more, and she wanted to scream again, but her senses – what was left of them – told her that Alex might easily mistake a scream of pained acceptance for a scream of pained refusal. Amy bit her lip and stifled the impulse. She'd already gone too far to turn back – as if she even wanted to turn back. She would be fucked, and it would be something memorable, special, a fitting way to surrender her virginity.

"More," she gasped. "Give me more!"

A little more, and she was certain that he'd torn her pussy to hell and gone. And Alex wasn't as thick-tooled as Steve, either. God almighty – how would Steve feel, fucking her like this? She was glad she'd turned him down, glad she'd waited. Alex would never hurt her, never abuse her. He'd fuck her with a brother's love.

"Aaaggghhh!!" Amy screamed, unable to contain the need to cry aloud. Alex was head-deep in her, and she felt his rod bumping the fragile membrane of her cherry. Fragile? God, could he bust her, even with his hard strong dick? The very presence of him there, tap-tap-tapping her hymen, was enough to send her out of her skull with fright and dread, and she could feel her maidenhead hardening as if in protest of his attack.

He started to withdraw, and Amy screamed again, as loud as before. What's wrong with me? she asked herself. It hurts – Jesus Christ, it hurts! But I don't want him to pull it out of me. I don't want him to stop! "Don't," she commanded. "You said it was supposed to hurt a little."

"Oh, Peanut, I don't want it to hurt at all. Not for you."

"Screw me," she whispered. "Take the cunt and let the moral go. Okay?" Her eyes were throbbing, and there was a gut-wrenching tightness in her belly, but she feared that this moment, once lost, might never be regained. She couldn't bear that prospect.

"Go ahead, Alex… we're alone in the house. There's no one to hear me scream except you. Oh, Alex, fuck me. Please!! FUUUUCCCKKK MEEEE!!!" This time her scream was even louder, more piercing, and she writhed in a frenzy, trying to draw him further up her cunt by the power of her muscles.

"I love you, Peanut," he told her. "Remember. You're my little sister and I love the hell out of you. Even when it hurts, I still love you."

"I'm eleven minutes older than you are," she reminded him, "and why don't you get cracking? Or busting, or popping, or whatever the hell guys like to call it? Come on, Alex I want to become a woman, and you're making me wait??"

"If it's what you want," he said, pushing. Amy jerked but she wouldn't allow herself to scream again. Not the way she'd done before. There was too much at stake. She moaned, but it was a soft, muted moan, and her hands squeezed again at the rounded curves of her tits, and she let her bottom dance around the pecker that already had her partially impaled. "Give it to me," she whispered silkily. "Peanut needs some fucking."

He pushed into her again, this time with some muscle behind his dick, an Amy braced herself Alex took her hands in his, and he squeezed them, and then he pushed still harder at the grudging barrier of her cherry.

Amy closed her eyes – she closed off her throat too, unwilling to cry out again – and she lunged at dm with her hips and belly, her hands clasped warmly in her brother's. She felt a flash of pain, very sharp while it lasted, so sharp she wanted desperately to give voice to her emotions – but the flash was nothing more than a swift flash, and it was gone almost before she could fully absorb its intensity. Alex thrust past her torn hymen and his cock rammed into the wet, greasy depths of her pussy, and she raised one leg, locking it around him, pulling him into her.