Brad Harris - Warming up for brother

Nichole kept her hand on his cock, feeling it grow stronger and more active. It leaped and lunged beneath her fingers, the film of skin gliding back and forth along the shaft with amazing ease. She began to pump more aggressively, feeling less fear of him now. The rising glow in her tits, the rising excitement in her hands, the sudden pulses passing through her pussy, forced her terror back. Instead of fright, she now felt a driving curiosity. How was it going to feel to have that cock slide up her pussy? How much would it hurt? Would the delicious feeling outweigh the pain?

"Not so bad, is it?" he asked her. "Not bad at all."

John slipped off and snuggled beside her, no longer worried about her fighting free of his embraces. Nichole kept hold of his cock as though the long, curving shaft had a spell on her. The thrill of its warmth, the feeling of its surging power, had possessed her. She pumped sensuously, tauntingly, as John buried his face in her tits. He kissed her chest between the swollen breasts and pushed them against his cheeks with both hands.

"Uhhmmmm!" he sighed as he began to lightly kiss her moist and parted lips. "Wow! What a body! What a gorgeous hunk of tail!"

He kissed her with greater intensity. His tongue darted through her lips and probed her mouth. Nichole responded to his kiss, letting her tongue meet his in passionate, teasing play. She thrust her tits against his chest and pumped her hand more rapidly, more lustfully along the shaft of the throbbing cock. Slowly she drew her knees upward, letting her thigh lay against his.

"Now, let's see what that cunt feels like," he whispered. Nichole felt another wave of fear grip her as he reached for her shorts and unzipped them. She had been almost this far with several boys. She had gone so far as to let them play with her tits. She had even let Charles Devereaux get his hands inside her bra. She had never had her pussy petted, though. She shivered in apprehension as John slowly pulled the shorts down her hips and thighs. She was wearing flimsy panties – she wasn't quite sure why she had slipped these panties on before she came out to meet John – she usually only wore them to church on Sunday. They were almost like wearing nothing.

It was as though there was nothing between his fingers and her pussy. She jerked when she felt his finger on her cuntlips. She shuddered as he pressed the thin nylon into her cunt and worked his finger firmly over her clit. She tingled as he kept pressing her passion button. She tingled and began to writhe about the bunk in delicious passion.

"Ooooo," she gasped. "Ooooooo, that does feel good." She felt a return of the apprehension, though, as he grasped the waistband and began drawing the filmy fabric down her thighs. He stripped them down her legs and tossed them aside, then began fingering her pussy again.

Her eyes still pleaded with him, begging him to stop right here and not to go any further. Her pussy was sending another message, though, as his finger pressed her clit… then slid deeply into her cunt, his buckles continuing to work her clit into frenzied excitement. She tightened her thighs against his hand and wiggled slowly back and forth on the bunk. John leaned back to her tits and began sucking once more, this time much more vigorously. He drew the nipples between his lips and worked them into hard, pulsing buttons of desire. He seemed to be trying to suck her entire cunt into his mouth as he slavered the milky-white flesh. His finger was causing her cunt to glow and secrete juices in the tingling passage.

"Like being finger-fucked, don't you?" he smiled as he lifted his mouth from her now glistening tits. "Won't be long before you feel my cock in there. That won't be as gentle as my finger. Hell, you can feel how excited it is already!"

She could feel it. She could feel the rapid throbbing which shook the cock in her hand. She could feel the lust which had enflamed the gleaming prick. She could feel the lust which was flooding her pussy in anticipation of the long shaft going inside her.

"You feel all lathered up?" John smiled. "You feel like that pussy is ready to get down to some serious fucking?"

"No!" Nichole panted. She sobbed a moment as she tried to resist, but he climbed on top of her and parted her thighs. He brought the steaming head of his cock against the lips of her cunt and began forcing it between them.

"No!" she gasped. "Please don't! Oh, please! Not yet! Not tonight! Please, John, let me get used to the idea first. I had no idea you'd want to tonight."

"Just relax, baby," he assured her. "Just relax and enjoy it. You know you're going to get fucked. Just getting my finger up your pussy isn't fucking. Now settle down and take this cock up your cunt. No way I'm going to back off now, not until I've tasted that pussy."

Nichole trembled as he pushed his cock into her. She was tight. Her virgin pussy resisted entrance. His cock slid up to her cherry and stopped. John struggled to break through gently, then accepted that he'd have to take her roughly.

He took a deep breath, then thrust his cock into her with full force. She shuddered as he rammed her maidenhead, gasping as his cock struggled briefly. She cried as he broke through and plunged past the softly bleeding evidence of lost virginity.

"There!" he panted in excitement. "We got it in! Take it easy a minute, then we can get with this fuck."

Nichole was crying softly. She cried from the pain. She cried from the knowledge of what he had done. She cried from fear. She cried from the strange delight which stirred in her loins. She was a woman now. She was different from other girls. She had a cock between her legs. She had a cock in her pussy. That made her different – that made everything different.

He held her ass tightly and began to pump the cock into the aching passage. He fucked her until she slowly began to enjoy having his cock in her cunt. He drew his long shaft back, rubbing the knob against her cunt, then plunged deep into her once more. Nichole was trapped by the strange, exciting sensation. She wanted to run from the boat. She wanted to run home and hide in her bed. She also was glowing at the experience.

"Fuck me, John," she asked quietly. "Fuck me. Shoot your cum into me."

This was what he wanted to hear. This was the girl he had expected to fuck tonight, not the frightened virgin he had been with until now. He held her ass tighter and pumped his ecstatic cock rapidly. The tightness of her young pussy, the elation of having popped her cherry, the excitement of having her suddenly encourage him, swelled through him. He fucked her wildly, last in the beauty of her body, the excitement of fucking.

"Uhhhh!" he gasped. "Uhh! I'll give you a fuck! I'll let you feel a cock unload inside your pussy! Uuuuuhhhh!"

Nichole felt his cock get hotter. She felt his throbbing increase. His body was a frenzied mass of motion above her. He was trembling as he held her ass. His cock was trembling inside her. His chest shook as it pressed against her tits. He began to shake even more wildly, then the hot juice began to gush from his cock. She felt him explode inside her as he rode her in his lustful orgasm, rode her until he had drained his cock of its jism.

Nichole didn't have an orgasm. She didn't really mind, though. She would have one another time, perhaps with another boy. What had happened was enough. She was a woman. She'd been fucked. She'd had a cock go off inside her.

Camille Dusseaux sat listening to Nichole describing how she'd lost her cherry the other night. Cammy looked at the excited expression on Nichole's face, looked at the way the other girl's tits trembled beneath her blouse. Cammy felt her own pussy, her own tits, tremble as excitedly as though she had been the girl who lost her virginity.