Brad Harris - Warming up for brother

He said it so smoothly that she had agreed before she fully realized it. She glanced around the room, saw the lovely nude paintings which filled the walls, and nodded her agreement. Sit, if he had painted all these women and thought she had such a perfect body, it was the least thing she could do. She agreed and let him lead her through a doorway into his bedroom. She froze for a moment, but he walked away from her and picked up a sketch pad and pencil.

"All right, take them and lay across the bed," he ordered her matter of hotly. Cammy hesitated, looked at the business-like manner he had assumed, and began undressing. After all, she began telling herself, most artists are queen anyway. She would be in greater danger were she a boy. She slipped out of her clothes and lay across the bed.

Roger came over to her and arranged her body the way he wanted. His hands were very precise and business-like as he touched her. He didn't let his fingers linger on her tits or thighs or ass. He merely arranged her and stepped back to begin sketching rapidly.

He sketched her in a reclining position, then sketched her laying on her tummy and looking up.

He sketched her on her side, then sitting in a weird position with both legs tucked beneath her. Cammy began to enjoy the different ways he posed her. She kept sipping her wine until her head felt light and giddy.

"Let's take a break for a minute," Roger sighed as he tossed his latest sketch aside. "I need to rest my eyes a moment."

He refilled his glass, then brought the bottle over and pound more into Cammy's. As he pound she turned carelessly, letting the wine splash across her chest and down on her thigh. Before she realized it, Roger had set his glass down and taken her by the upper arm.

"Can't let good wine go to waste," he laughed and leaned toward her. He licked the wine from her shoulder and chest. Cammy laughed at the feel of his thick beard brushing over her. She giggled at the ticklish feeling his tongue produced licking over her body. He licked her thigh, his beard brushing into her cunt hairs, then suddenly began licking and kissing more passionately. Cammy was caught by surprise. She started to struggle, then decided to let him play with her. It was fun. She had never had her body kissed and loved like this before. She was tingling from the soft, teasing touch of his lips and tongue and beard.

"Mmmmm," he laughed, "That's the best wine I ever tasted. I should try this more often."

He kissed her shoulders, then moved down onto her tit. Her soft skin stung from the beard, then began to shimmer from the delicious way he licked and kissed. He sucked lightly at a nipple, then continued to kiss her tits, the tops, the bottoms, the sides, in between. He sucked them into swollen delight before moving. He kissed her thighs, inching ever closer toward her pussy, getting nearer and nearer her panting cunt.

"Mmmmm," Cammy admitted. "I like that better than the wine. Give me another glass and I'll pour it all over me."

Roger looked up at her. His blue eyes twinkled. He reached back and handed her the bottle. His lips spread into a broad smile as his eyes dared her to do what she had just suggested. Cammy looked at him in her most sultry fashion. The wine had done its work. She was in no mood to have a dare called on her. She lifted the wine bottle and poured the remainder over her pussy. Cammy smiled as she handed the bottle back to Roger.

"I'll be damned!" he exclaimed. "That's the prettiest thing I ever saw." His huge body began to shake as he laughed with her. He sat the bottle down and grabbed her thighs. His huge hands spread her legs wide and he moved toward her cunt. He licked at the wine. He licked her pussy. He licked into her pussy. Cammy lay back and laughed as he licked and sucked at her. She closed her thighs against his face, feeling his beard tickle her satin skin. The little brunette rolled on the bed, twisting him about as she hugged him with her legs.

"Mmmmm!" he panted at her cunt. "Best wine I ever tasted! Damn if this isn't the finest vintage I can imagine." His immense body shook as he laughed loudly, then sucked and kissed and licked at her pussy with greater fervor.

Cammy sensed a familiar lust building in her loins. That was what had been wrong yesterday when the boys fucked her – there wasn't any fun. Roger was enjoying the fuck itself. He was making it a fun thing. Fucking was play to him. That excited Cammy. She'd been too serious with her screwing in the past. It was a hell of a lot of fun to fuck. It was especially fun with someone like Roger who had such a fabulous sense of humor.

"Oooooo!" she squealed in delight. "Keep me supplied with wine and I'll keep you busy all day."

"You have wine of your own flowing down here now," he chuckled. "This precious little cunt is making its own wine. It's putting out a much finer wine than I could ever afford."

He continued sucking her. The girl shivered in ecstasy as he sucked her into shimmering passion. Her breath came in short gasps. She was unable to hold still on the bed. Roger kept working at her until she could feel the juices pouring through her cunt.

Cammy ran a finger over his earlobes and made small, soft circles. His huge body began to shudder as she teased him into desire as great as her own. She kept at him, matching the way he was sucking her pussy into wild fury. She wanted his cock! She wanted his cock in her hands. She wanted him to pull his cock out and drive it into her.

"Please!" she cried. "Don't tease me any more. Fuck me, Roger. I want your cock in me. Please fuck me!"

"I never let a girl beg," he cautioned her. "I don't believe a girl ever ought to have to ask to be fucked. You want my cock? All you have to do is say so. Glad to oblige a beautiful girl."

He stepped back from the bed and slipped out of his clothes. Cammy stared at his thick cock. It looked delicious, tantalizing. His torso, however, was something else. His size was frightening to her. Damn, he was big! He'd mash her for sure. He'd crush her beneath that massive body.

"Really," he assured her. "I haven't hurt a girl yet. I fuck them all the time, but have yet to have the first complaint."

The great hulk of a man crawled onto the bed beside her. The springs creaked from his weight. The mattress sagged as he lay back against the sheets. He pulled Cammy on top of him and held her, his hands working at the sides of her tits as he pulled her up until his cock was throbbing against her cunt.

"See!" he smiled. "This way you don't have to worry at all. You do the riding. I'll do the fucking."

He let her settle on him and smiled as she nestled her pussy down on the hard shaft. Cammy trembled in excitement as she lowered her cunt over his cock. She bounced on the head of the lunging rod, rubbing her clit sensuously over him, then slowly took the thick, heavy prick into the narrow passageway. She smiled down at him, and jiggled her tits in his face. Roger laughed and reached for the globes, caressing them as he pulled them toward his wide, sensuous mouth.

"Mmmm," he murmured. "Now I can suck these beauties while you ride my cock. Ohhhh, what a little doll I found today. I knew the minute I saw you that you'd be a hell of a fuck."

"How did you know that?" Cammy panted as she felt, a thrill rushing through her body. "How did you know I'd be any good in the sack?"

"Ohhhh!" he gasped as he tongued about the trembling tits. "What a luscious little piece of pussy."

"Come on!" she coaxed. "How did you know? What made you think I was any good?"

Roger looked up from her tits and began to laugh. His laughter did fantastic things with his big cock. Cammy shivered ant shook wildly inside her from the laughter through his immense frame. Her pussy responded frantically, pulsing over his cock in sharp, crisp spans. Her juices were flooding over his pecker, smoothing and greasing the lining of her cunt.