Brad Harris - Warming up for brother

"Ohhhhh!" he gasped as he pulled her once more. "Oh, am I going to enjoy this. This is going to be one sweet fuck!"

He pulled her ass against him and stuck his long cock between her thighs. Cammy shuddered, remembering that horrible ass-fuck. She relaxed immediately when his cock ran into the mouth of her cunt. He caressed her tits lovingly as he ran his massive cock-head back and forth over her little clit. She moaned and whimpered in delight.

"Mmmmm," she sighed, "Mmmmmm!" His cock slipped deeper up her glowing pussy, rose taller inside her, pumped through her pulsing cunt as it stretched the passage wider and wider. Cammy began to turn limp as he pumped slowly and sensuously into her. She hunched over his cock. She shuddered beneath the luscious caresses of his hands. She trembled as he leaned against her neck and began to nibble her satin skin. His teeth caught her skin playfully, sending sparks of exquisite pain through her. The little brunette shuddered and gasped from the intensity of his fucking.

"Ooooooeeee!" she gasped, finally able to speak in shod, panting spurts. "Fuck me, Gilbert! Fuck me! Let it go before I die! Oooooo, Gilbert! Gilbert! Fuck me!"

Then her orgasm enveloped her. She felt frozen, suspended, as his big cock shuddered inside her. The room was whirling. The bed was spinning around inside it. Then her pussy leaped into shattering spasms. Her juices gushed over his cock as Gilbert added his cum to her overflowing cunt.

"Ahhhh!" he gasped behind her. "Ahhhhh! Uhhhh! Gotta fill that sweet hole. Have to stuff that pussy with cock."

"Oooooo, yes!" she whispered. "Fuck me! Fuck me, Gilbert!"

They fucked furiously. Prick and cunt shook in a final series of spasms, then slowly returned to a steady pumping. They were drained, yet they still fucked, enjoying the sweetness of the physical contact. Gilbert kissed her shoulder, her neck, her ears. Cammy eased down into the bed and lay in a shimmering pool of fulfillment while he kept his cock inside her. He was good! Gilbert was damn good!

"I can't see how," she murmured, "Yvonne could leave this cock and go roaming into New Orleans."

"What was that? What did you say about Yvonne?"

She slipped her cunt off his prick and turned to look at him. Gilbert's eyes were looking questioningly at her. The girl shivered as she tried to read his expression. Had she said too much? Had she given too much away?

"Nothing," she tried to cover. "Just thought of some of the old gossip about Yvonne. Don't misunderstand, Gilbert. I love Yvonne as much as you."

"You'd better," he assured her. "You'd sure better. Don't you know about Yvonne, little sister? Didn't you know that she worked for the government before we were married? Part of her job was to take care of visiting dignitaries. Sometimes she still has to on important occasions."

"You don't mind?" Cammy gasped looking up at him. "It's all right with you?"

"I love her the way she was when I met her," he answered. "She loves me the same way. I'm free to fuck any girl that I care to. She has the same freedom. Why change it? We have a good healthy life in bed. Why complain?"

Later, Cammy lay beside him, still shaken by the calm manner with which he accepted Yvonne's work. He accepted her fucking Antoine just as calmly. In fact, he approved. It was better, he said, to keep it in the family. Besides, Antoine was important to Yvonne's investment.

Cammy listened in shock as he explained that the camp and the boat belonged to Yvonne. She had bought all this when Antoine was, almost bankrupt. She had taken the money she had accumulated in her work and purchased everything. Then she used her contacts to keep the camp filled.

"So," Gilbert had concluded, "we had to keep the old man happy. If he had enough pussy here at home, then we didn't have to worry about some other broad cutting herself in. This is Yvonne's camp. We don't need any other cunt around here."

"Not even me?" Cammy asked.

"You're special," Gilbert explained. "You're special to Yvonne. She thinks you might be able to follow in her footsteps some day. If you decide you'd like to, she still has all the contacts to get you in."

Camille sat in the coffee shop sipping coffee and munching on toast. She watched the luscious young blonde walk primly from the. Pontalba Apartments toward the waiting Cadillac. Cammy smiled. Another year, maybe two, and the blonde could make her last trip. They would have another Cajun for the visiting VIPs. Cammy shivered at the thought of bedding down with presidents and prime ministers, with sheiks and chancellors. It would be a hell of a life.

She closed her eyes and dreamed. Cammy was not about to settle for a fishing camp way down the bayou. She wanted more than that. She would offer her Pierre a hell of a lot more. She laughed softly, remembering the last fuck with her bashful Cajun. Pierre would have difficulty accepting her profession. He would be more difficult than it had been for Gilbert. Still, if he wanted to get off that little fishing boat, he would have to accept it.

They called her "tramp", now along the bayou. They called her a tramp because it was known that she had fucked most of the boys on the big pleasure boats, the New Orleans aristocrats. Let them call her a tramp. She didn't see anyone look down their nose at the lovely, blonde who just climbed into the Cadillac. She didn't see anyone turn up their nose when the girl's picture was in the paper recently, escorting some duke.

It would be a hell of a life. Cammy smiled warmly at her good fortune. She had it made. She and her dad, Gilbert, and Yvonne had a hell of a life going. Every night they all played erotic games around the house. Everybody fucked everybody else. It was a great life. And it was going to get better. Lots better.