Ron Taylor - Hot for brother

Well, he wasn't the first guy she'd ever gone down on. And she'd been giving him such good head almost from their first date that he should be used to it by now, wouldn't you think? But still, enthusiasm, because it was a commitment to her sucking abilities. Amy kissed his cock again, took it just below the point, and, as her finger and thumb held him steady, she moved with lips fucked, ready to swallow his sword once again.

"Uh, listen… Amy…" She looked up, still fucked, still holding him. The end of his cock was barely an inch from her lips and she breathed upon it softly. Steve put his hands on her shoulders and settled onto his haunches, facing her. "Amy," he said again, "why don't you let me… why don't you let me put my cock in you?"

Amy shook her head, lips still making a kissy-face.

"Oh, please!" he went on, eyebrows lifting in a facial plea. "Let me fuck you. Well, Christ, Amy, why not? I mean, here we are. You're naked and I'm naked, and I've got the hardest hard-on anybody ever heard of, and your pussy is sopping wet. C'mon!" He wrenched at her then, as if he meant to lay her down forcibly.

Amy still had him by the peter, and she replied to that wrenching twist with one of her own. His face went white and then very red and Steve yelped in pain as she squeezed and jerked his cock too roughly to be making love. "Ouch, damn it!" he hollered, letting go at once.

"That's better," Amy said evenly. She started to pet his prick, as if in apology for using it so savagely a moment ago. If she'd been rough then, she was ultra-gentle now, and his cock remained stiff in her hand. "I don't want to be a bitch," she told him. "But I just don't think I'm ready to do it. Not yet."

"When?" Steve asked. "We've been dating for three fucking weeks. Aren't you ever going to let me ball you?"

"When I'm ready. And like I told you, I don't think I'm ready. Oh, for Christ's sake, Steve – I've been a virgin for eighteen years! Do I have to throw it away without thinking it over just because you're too horny for your own good? What's the matter, anyway? Doesn't this satisfy you anymore?" And with that, she took him into her mouth again, treating Steve's prick to the most sensuous technique in her repertoire, teasing him with lips and tongue, sucking, licking, pulling, until he began to move in and out with growing excitement. And then she opened her mouth and slipped him out once more, her fist closing around his prong while she stared up at him. Well? her expression read.

"God, I love it when you suck me," he replied, voice shaking a bit. Good, she thought. That made two of them who enjoyed his cock in her mouth. "But I want to fuck you too, Amy! I want to lay you down on the grass, and open you up with my body, and I want to use my cock on your cunt till your eyes bug out and you're screaming for me to put it in you. And then I'd slip it in, real slow and easy, until you smiled – the way you smile when I touch your pussy and my fingers start to diddle your clit. And when you were ready, Amy, when you were really primed and ready, and your cunt was dripping – the way it's dripping now – I'd stuff my dick up you and fuck till you had cum oozing out your ears! Oh, Jeez, I can feel your pussy on me right now, all wet and hot and tight. And sweet, too. So fucking sweet… Don't you want that too, Amy? Don't you dream about it the way I do?"

"Sometimes," Amy confessed in a high, thin voice, her fist unconsciously tightening on Steve's dork. And sometimes was a little less than outright truth, because she thought about it and dreamed about it a hell of a lot. Oh, sure, using mouths and fingers on each other was neat, and she had groovy orgasms when he did her up, but everybody knew that screwing was where it was really at. Only trouble was, she didn't know if she really wanted to screw Steve.

He was cute and he was nice to be with, but did that mean she owed him her cherry? Shouldn't a girl's first fuck be something memorable? Shouldn't it mean something? Mary Beth, at school, had started at eighteen; she'd fuck anything on two legs, and she always said a maidenhead was something to be disposed of as soon as possible so you could get into the fun. A little pain, a little ping, and then the education began. Of course, everyone knew that Mary Beth also despised her mother. She used to tell her old lady all the details every time she screwed a boy, just so she could watch her mom cry and have hysterics. Connie, on the other hand, who had done it several times, and Vickie, who like Amy had never done it all the way, both argued that it was an experience best saved for someone really special. It could only happen once, after all. Popped cherries didn't grow back. And, said Connie, if you were in love when you did it, you hardly even felt the pain as the hymen ripped.

As for Amy Messenger, she simply wasn't sure. Both viewpoints seemed to make at least a little sense, and she couldn't reconcile the alternatives enough to make up her own mind.

Like, what would she tell her true love when they made it for the first time? "Uh, darling, I got busted by some guy I knew in high school. Don't remember his name, but it seems to me that he was kinda cute. And he said he was so horny he just couldn't stand it, so I let him rip off a slice…" She had no idea of when or where she might meet that hypothetical true love, but she was pretty sure Steve wasn't her destined soulmate. They might not even be going together by fall – especially if she kept on putting him off when he wanted some nookie.

"Anyway," she want on, "you've got a lot of nerve using that old B.S. on me. It's about as subtle as 'Put out or get out!', you know. In fact, I'm so offended I may not even finish sucking you off." She let go of his cock and went onto her knees, hands dropping to pull her panties back into place. Amy pulled them up, cutting off his view of her red-brown beaver. She sighed then, her tits jiggling an invitation to his eyes.

"Oh, Amy, I'm sorry," he apologized. He took tine of her hands and led it to his cock, which was still thrust out in a spit-frothy erection. "You can't work me up and leave me hanging, can you?"

She made a face, as if she were giving the matter extensive study. "I won't hassle you any more," he promised. "Honest to God, I won't. You can make up your own mind, and, whenever you're ready, we'll do it. And not a second earlier. So will you finish me off, halt, please?"

Shit, Amy told herself, he almost sounds as if he believes it! And the next time we go anyplace, he'll be an me again, begging me to open up while be sticks it in. Sure as the sun comes up, in the morning. She squeezed his prick, thinking, would it really be such a terrible thing to let him have it? Did any guy – even her fantasy Prince Charming – honestly expect that his woman come to him pristine and untouched by human hands?

After all, fucking consisted of nothing more complex than a cock entering her slit and jiggling around until she and her screwer orgasmed. Was that such a big deal? Half her friends had been screwed already, and most of the rest were angling for it. None of them seemed to give the matter any philosophical consideration at all. Could Amy be simply indulging in some half-assed schoolgirl romantic fantasies? Perhaps she was missing out on a hell of a lot.

Too bad, she thought, that her parents had always been so open with her. They didn't make sex into a dirty mystery; if she had questions, those questions were answered honestly. Most wild girls were either trying to get attention from neglectful parents or else rebelling against strict dirty-minded ones. Amy's parents doted upon her and her brother, and she didn't need to rebel. Maybe that was why she didn't feel like rushing into a sexual relationship now, at eighteen, merely because a boyfriend demanded it of her.

She knew she was pretty and well built, and guys had been after her from the time she started to fill out. There was a time when she wouldn't even touch a bare dick, let alone suck it, but that was two or three years ago. She wondered, kissing Steve's peter, how many more refusals she had in her.