Brad Harris - Warming up for brother

"Mmmmm," she murmured as Pierre brought his face over hers and began kissing her in a long, soul-touching embrace. His tongue rushed between her lips and lapped through her mouth, seeming to be intent on sipping every drop of saliva that might be there. He tongued and sucked while Cammy tingled beneath him. Her pussy panted over the rampant cock. Spasms of sensuous delight shot through the hot passage, then rippled through her.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned. "Oooooo!" He began caressing her tits as his fingers brushed her nipples in taunting play.

"Damn, you're the sexiest broad I ever imagined," he gasped as he pulled his mouth free for a moment. "You're nothing but a delicious mass of curves. Everywhere I reach I touch your ass or your tits or your thighs. Uhhhhmmmmm! What a hell of a piece! What a gorgeous girl!"

Pierre's cock shuddered in maddened passion in her cunt. He fucked her roughly, pushing her legs back against her chest and stroking her ass frantically. Cammy's pussy was hot and getting hotter. Her juices were boiling inside her. Her body was shaking violently. Her nerves were drawn tight, ready to snap if he didn't hurry to his orgasm.

"Hurry!" she cried. "Fuck me! Let me feel it in me! Let it go, Pierre! Please, hurry!"

Pierre had stood little chance of resisting her tonight. Cammy as determined to fuck him as soon as she saw that he had finally come by the camp. She ran to him and placed her arms around his neck. She pressed her cunt against him and held her shoulders back so he could look down the top of her blouse and have a clear view of her tits. She smiled warmly and rubbed her pussy back and forth to taunt him.

"Hi, stranger!" she bubbled happily. "I was afraid you'd forgotten about me. I believe you had made me a promise."

"What!" he gasped in surprise. "What promise?"

"You did forget!" she pouted. "You talked for months about what you were going to do to me, then ran like hell for cover when the time came. You're a coward, Pierre LaBlanc. That's what you are, a yellow coward. You're scared to death by a little fluff of pussy."

She watched the shock on his face. Now he was scared. Pierre had never heard a girl talk like this before, except one or two whores. He never expected Camille to be as honest and open as this. He looked down at the lovely young girl. He looked at the expectant invitation in her eyes. He swallowed with difficulty, the lump growing in his throat as rapidly as the lump in his pants.

There had been a lot of talk about Cammy. Pierre had heard most of it. The fishermen loved to share local gossip during the long days out on their boats. They talked even more when they sat around drinking after coming in for the day. The talk about Camille was not that good lately. Tramp! They were caning her a tramp. They were putting her in the same category with Yvonne. She was accused of being as free with her pussy as her sister-in-law.

Pierre had finally gotten angry at the talk. He came over tonight as his way of saying he still liked the girl, despite the turmoil. He looked down at the delicious little body. He felt the open invitation she was giving him as she rubbed her cunt against him. Maybe they were correct in what they said. She was still a hell of a beautiful girl.

He leaned down and kissed her. He intended to kiss her lightly, sweetly. The taste of her sensuous lips, however made that impossible. He closed his mouth over hers passionately. His tongue parted her lips and touched the quivering tip of her tongue. He kissed passionately, feeling the firmness of her tits against his chest. She was a hell of a little piece of tail. Damn! He'd never held such a tempting bundle of curves as Cammy.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, twisting her body against his and sending chills of delight running through his body. "Mmmm." He let his hand drop to the pert and saucy ass, cupping her buttocks adoringly as he fingered her crotch. She pressed her tits harder against him, flattening them into his chest. He felt her pulse pounding through them and the trembling excitement that ran through her.

So she was like Yvonne, he thought. If little Cammy was going to be anything like Yvonne, then what the hell was wrong with being a tramp? More women should be tramps like that, especially if they could look so damn good at the same time.

Pierre slipped his hand between Cammy's tits and massaged her luscious breasts. Oh, but she was luscious. No question about it. She was a damn fine little piece of tail.

"Want to take me out back?" she whispered. "Someone might come in here any time. Let's go out back and we won't have to worry."

She pulled away from him and led him from the camp. They walked down a narrow foot-path until she found a small clearing of firm ground in the midst of the soft, swampy delta soil. Cammy looked up and smiled as he removed his shirt and spread it on the grass. The girl nestled into it and waited for Pierre to sit beside her. Her tits thrust excitedly against her blouse, her nipples clearly visible through the thin material. The dark-haired young man opened his arms and let her cuddle up to him. He ran his hand over her ass and along her lovely thighs. She was gorgeous. She was sweet and lovely and ready for his hands to cover her body.

Pierre had begun to discount some of the stories about the Dusseaux camp. Yvonne may have had a scarlet past. He didn't question that. He did question how she was to screw any man who showed up. Hell, he had shown up. He had been trying to get in Yvonne's panties for several months without success. He didn't know anyone who had fucked her. Everybody said she messed around but nobody claimed they'd gotten any.

He looked down at Cammy. No, he couldn't believe that she had fucked Dustin and Charles and that other boy. She may have gone on a boat ride with the Simpson boy, but that didn't mean she had let him get her pussy. Pierre was ready to believe only the best of the luscious little bundle of curves nestling so sensuously against him.

Cammy had his cock raging, ready to unload inside her. Pierre plunged insanely into her cunt, driving his cock in ever greater delight. He leaned down to suck one of Cammy's throbbing nipples. He tongued the hard button, then sucked wildly. He could feel her thighs against his chest as he pushed her legs further back and fucked her violently.

Cammy rolled slowly, her body beginning to shake with the slow, pulsing beat of an exquisite orgasm. She was pinned back on the ground, afraid to move lest she lose the surging thrill. She lay still, shimmering in passion as he fucked her harder and harder. Then the explosion overwhelmed them. She gasped and panted as his cock began to plunge insanely while shooting its cum into her cunt. Cammy hugged him tightly and gasped in the fantastic rapture.

"Ooooooeeee!" she gasped. "Ooooo I'm there! Ohhhhh, God, I'm having it! I'm feeling it all! Ooooo, fuck me, Pierre! Fuck me all night! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Pierre panted and gasped above her as his ecstatic cock unloaded into her. He fucked her as his orgasm seemed to grow in intensity. His prick shuddered and kept shooting more and more of his cum into her insatiable cunt.

"Uhhhh!" he panted. "Fuck you! Have to fuck you! Have to let you feel how much I want you! Ohhhhh, God, I want you!"

Cammy glowed as Pierre fucked. She shivered at the thrill of his adoration. Pierre loved her! Well, he hadn't said it, but he said something awfully close to it. It was the closest a boy had ever come to telling her he loved her. She hugged him in delight. She just might love Pierre. He was the one she had been waiting to fuck. The others had been just something to keep her occupied until he got ready to screw her. She hugged him tighter as he slowed his frantic plunges and lay in the grass beside her. She kissed him then nestled against him, cuddling tightly against the security of his body.