Ron Taylor - Hot for brother

He was aching with need by the time the second feature ended. She'd used her hands on him exclusively, stroking, caressing, masturbating with slow, even strokes, then pulling back each time she sensed him to be near orgasm. He begged, he pleaded, he even ventured a threat, but she merely laughed in gentle mockery. He was painfully erect when they left the drive-in, his cock so hard he couldn't even force it back into his tight pants so that he was forced to drive with his prick sticking out. Amy made sure it didn't get soft, too. She played with him teasingly while he drove to the Burger Castle, keeping him hard, and she covered his rampant pole with her sweater when the carhop brought their order.

And while he nibbled half-heartedly at his cheeseburger and fries, she kept on playing with his prick. Then, without warning, she put her own sandwich on me service tray, wiped her lips with the napkin, and threw her face into his lap. The moment her mouth brushed his cock Steve exploded, cum flying everywhere. It spurted from his pecker in huge, thick gobs, most of it hitting her in the face. She gripped him in her fist, shucking until his cock was empty, and the rest of his seed flowed over her fingers. "How did you like that?" she asked innocently, one thick bubble of cum hanging on the point of her dimpled chin.

Three weeks later they were still dating, but Steve had learned not to twice Amy Messenger for granted.

Well, not too much for granted. He assumed, obviously, that it was okay to strip her, okay to suck her tits, okay to feel her up and down, okay to rub her with his hard-on. And it was okay. Amy loved being the center of attention, and she was certainly that as Steve wiggled her on the ass. Her breasts were throbbing mounds of stimulation and her pussy itched uncontrollably, and she wished to hell and gone he'd put his hand in her panties and do something to scratch that fucking itch.

In a moment he did just that, a hand trailing down her tummy, toying with the waistband of her bikinis, thrusting inside. She was sticky-cunted already, her pubic hair a damp swampy puff, and his finger's pressing touch only increased that juicy stickiness.

"Oaaohhh," she whistled, shivering when his finger sawed up and down the slice, bruising the delicate but eager lips and clit, bruising them with such a luscious intensity that she wanted even more of it. His thigh brushing the outside of her hot panties had been nice, but his knuckle rubbing on her love button was a hell of a lot nicer.

"Ohhhh!! Keep doing that!! I'm gonna come all over your hand!!" she squealed, and in a second or two, she did just that her pussy bubbling out girl-juice, coating his fingers with her stuff while her clit went ring-a-ding-ding and fireworks blasted behind the lids of her tightly-shut eyes. Amy jerked and bumped her pussy against his stroking hand, moving with a growing eagerness which faded suddenly as she slumped back. Her toes wiggled inside her shoes and her thighs undulated softly in rhythm with the heaving of her breasts. She sighed dreamily, then licked her lips, opened her eyes, and gave him a delighted smile. "Mmmm," she purred slyly, "that beats the hell out of playing tennis."

His reply was wordless but very communicative. He took his hand out of her panties, pulled them down to her mid-thighs, then kissed her squarely an the twat. His lips fluttered just enough to tickle, and Amy laughed prettily. "Oh, nasty boy," she said. "Do I taste good?"

"Beats pizza," he said, rising onto his knees. His pants were really punched out in front now, from the thick weight of his erection, and Amy watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he unbelted, unzipped, and hauled his pecker into the sunlight. It was big and hard and the tip was red as a cherry lollipop. Beneath the slanted uptight of his cock dangled a set of stones, encased in a scrotum which looked too small to contain them. Amy lifted onto an elbow and one hand stretched out to caress Steve's peter. She ran her fingertip up and down the well-defined bulge of his urethra canal, then onto the testicles, jiggling them.

"Looks even harder than usual, doesn't it?" Amy asked, eyeing his flushed face. She took him in both hands, relishing the thick masculine feel of him, and she eased in closer, allowing the tip of his cock to rub the upper curves of her tits. Something wet already coated the knob of Steve's dick – a smearing of the male fluid that oozes from the penis to help lubricate a woman for intercourse. She knew that from sex ed class. The thin, watery fluid wetted her breasts as he massaged them with his dong.

Straightening, she cupped a tit from beneath so that the nipple pointed out in stiff offering, and she guided that nipple back and forth across the end of Steve's cock. "Ooohhh, that feels great," he told her. "I wish I could fuck your tits."

"You could try," Amy suggested. She slid his hot cock into her cleavage, then clutched her boobs from the sides, squeezing them together upon Steve's prong. Rocking back and forth, up and down, she let his slick move sensuously in the warm valley of her cleavage. Once or twice his penis thrust high, so that its tip brushed her lightly on the mouth, and each time she fucked in welcome, automatic response, caressing him briefly with her soft full lips.

But she wasn't big-breasted enough to do him justice. Damn, she thought. A-cups may be really chic and stylish, but they weren't the right size to trap a pecker. Sighing, she allowed him to slide free. Her lips opened, and Amy zeroed in, tongue flicking out to lash playfully at the head of Steve's rod.

"Yeah, lick it, baby," he suggested, grabbing her head and guiding her toward his greater pleasure. Amy let herself be directed, and she used her tongue on him constantly. The taste of his aroused flesh was hot upon her lips and she could almost taste the cum that he would soon shoot into her sucking mouth. If he lasted long enough to get it into her mouth, she thought, giggling. Even with her hand steadying him at the root, his cock was jiggling and quivering as if he were about to squirt right now.

She put him into her mouth saying "Come to Amy, darling," and her tongue pressed against his shaft with coy firmness, touching a vein that pulsed in time with his rapidly beating bean. She closed her lips upon him, sucking hard, half his cock thrust into her mouth, the knobby point resting partway back her tongue. Amy caught his nuts in a firm grip and she doubled the tempo of her sucking, oblivious to the rather vulgar smacking slurps she made as she ate him. He certainly didn't seem to mind, far he was intent upon forcing the rest of his hard shaft into her mouth.

"Nnnnnhhhh!!!" Amy grunted in resistance, for she wasn't quite ready for all of it. But he persisted, and with a sigh of acceptance, she yielded, allowing Steve to ram at her with his pick. It slammed in, and she had the tip of him in her throat, but the feeling wasn't at all uncomfortable. Quite the opposite, in fact. She gave her head a perky twist and her tongue flailed the sides of his dick with clever provocation's.

"Oh, suck it, Amy, suck it!" he cried joyously, pulling at her long copper hair, puffing so fiercely that little tears stung in her eyes. She slapped his fingers with her free hand, losing balance where she knelt precariously. Amy swayed forward, nearly skewering herself an his swiftly thrusting dick, and then she swayed backward, almost losing him in the process, and the interruption threw a kink into the rhythm of her cocksucking that she found difficult to repair. She opened her mouth and let him escape altogether while she composed herself and regained the beat. Amy's mouth skated wetly up and down his length from knob to nuts, and she licked and kissed and nibbled the hard flesh where it was slick and gleamy with her drool. God, she thought, from the way he's acting, from the way he's grabbing my head and making those weird chirpy sounds, you'd think he'd never been sucked off before! He was as thrilled as a virgin, Amy supposed.