Brad Harris - Warming up for brother

"I'm not sure," Buck answered, slowing the boat down and turning to face her. "She works at some fishing camp down in here."

"What do you want with her?" Cammy asked, trying to make it sound like a casual question. "Maybe I can place her if you tell me more about her."

Buck laughed as he looked into her eyes. He started to speak, then laughed again. He lowered his head, then looked up with combined amusement and guilt in his eyes.

"I don't think I'd better tell you what I want with her," he confessed. "It might shock you. The Yvonne I'm looking for has men looking for her all the time, at least so I've been told. I've never met her myself. She's supposed to like a good time, so I figured that I had a few days off and I might as well meet a fun type girl to share it."

Cammy was relieved when he immediately changed the subject. He talked idly about the bayou, about the fishing in the Gulf, about sailing on Lake Pontehatrain, about shopping in the French Quarter. She let him rattle on, happy to have the subject of Yvonne closed. The girl drifted back, into her fantasies as he steered the boat into one of the small lakes that dotted the delta. She looked up as he cut the throttle and let the boat drift to a stop in a secluded part of the lake. Buck turned to her with that brilliant smile.

"Come on," he told her, "I'll show you the boat before we go back up the bayou."

The girl had been raised around boats all her life. She'd seen morn boats that she would like to count, many larger than this small cruiser. Still, she climbed down the ladder and followed him into the cabin. His dad had done a fabulous job with the cabin. Shit, the cabin was more luxurious than most people's homes! Cammy looked around, not aware of the way Buck had been looking at her. She didn't realize he had more to show her than the cabin until she felt his hand grasp her shoulder and pull her toward him.

"What?" she exclaimed, struggling to turn away from him. "What are you trying to do?"

"What I came down the bayou to do," he muttered, his hands trembling on her, his voice husky. "Since you won't help me find Yvonne, I'll just have to get my pussy where I can."

"Hey!" she snarled as she pushed him away. "Just a damn minute!"

"No waiting," he laughed as he caught her again. "I've been waiting all afternoon. My cock is so charged up I can't wait any longer. You've been teasing me with those tits, with that ass, with those legs all the way down here. Now, damn it, I'm going to get that pussy!"

He pulled her against him forcing her head backwards. His mouth covered her lips in a deep, hard kiss, his tongue thrusting between her lips. Cammy struggled against his steel grip without success. Finally, in desperation, she kicked out at him. Her sandal struck his leg, but Buck didn't let her go, though. He dragged her toward the large and hurled her down on it. As she tried to get up, his hand caught her across the face. She winced, then felt a second slap, just as hard as the first.

"You settle, down," he muttered. "You take it easy and you won't get hurt. All I plan to do is get a little pussy. You know what that is, don't you?"

She looked up at him. Her face still ached from the force of his blows. She stared dazedly at him and slowly nodded. She had wanted to be fucked this afternoon, but she didn't want it this way. Cammy now felt revulsion, for the blond boy she had admired so much just minutes ago. She didn't see how she could fight him off. Still, she could keep him from having much more than a jerk-off. She couldn't stop him from fucking her, but she sure as hell didn't have to fuck back. There was no way he could make her do that.

"Sure you know about pussy?" Buck laughed as he saw her body go limp on the soft bunk. "All you Cajun girls know about pussy, don't you? Way I hear it, you're all descended from French whores they brought over to New Orleans."

"That's a lie!" the girl hissed at him.

Her tits heaved excitedly in her anger.

Buck's lust was driven upwards by the sight of the slender young girl laying helpless before him, yet spitting out her anger at him. His cock swelled inside his swimming trunks. He licked his lips as the girl waited on the bunk beneath him.

"All right, all right!" he laughed. "So we all do our share of fucking. It's this fuck right now that I'm interested in."

He reached down and grabbed her halter, roughly yanking it loose, exposing her luscious tits. Cammy watched the gleam in his eyes when he looked at her firm, saucy tits. He sat beside her and fondled her nipples, his hands closing around the firm mounds. He twisted them roughly, then cupped them gently. He mashed them crudely, then caressed them with adoration. He worked her tits into a swelling excitement that stunned Cammy. She had determined not to feel anything – she was convinced that she could let him fuck her and do nothing more than silently submit. Her anger, though, had betrayed her. Her anger had started her body to pulsing and now she couldn't stop it. Her tits tingled at his touch. Her nipples hardened into glowing buttons of ecstasy.

"Damn! What a pair of tits!" he breathed admiringly. "I haven't fucked a girl yet who had tits that felt any better than these young beauties."

He leaned over them and drew her nipple into his mouth. Cammy shivered as he sucked the nipple. She twisted about the bed in delight, cursing her body all the way for its weakness. She tried to fight the surge of pleasure that pulsed through her. She tried to fight and lost.

His fingers now stroked her thighs. Slowly and tauntingly he moved his fingers up into her black cunt hair. Cammy gasped as her cunt felt the flint delicious touch and she writhed in slow, erotic agony as he parted her cuntlips and rubbed her cunt.

"Mmmmmmm," he sighed. "Ohhhhh, what a sweet pussy!"

Buck removed his trunks and pulled her bikini panties off, then stood before her, pumping his cock as she stared at his throbbing shaft.

"Play with it," he ordered. "Work it tip. I want my cock absolutely maddened before I stick it up you."

She hesitantly reached for his prick and fingered the hard, curving shaft. She studied the way the head swelled out into a knob. She watched the skin slide back and forth on the warm rod. She pumped him lightly, then caught him firmly and gave a few strong pumps. Buck jumped beside her at the surprising ferocity. He reached for her pussy again. One hand pawed at her cunt while he massaged her tits with the other. She shivered once more as his finger began exploring her cunt. He massaged her clit, causing a tingling sensation to run up her cunt. He cupped her tits, his fingers catching the nipples, pinching them and depressing them. Cammy writhed, caught up in the new thrill of being prepared for a fuck. She held his cock tightly, pumping it steadily and feeling the prick get harder and harder, warmer and warmer. She could feel his pulse his cock throbbed in her hand. She pumped continuously and began to fondle his balls.

"Damn! What a little tease!" Buck gasped. "Don't jack me off before I even get in that cunt!"

He worked her clit more frantically. Cammy wished she had known how to jack him off quickly. That would have been her triumph, to jerk the cock into orgasm before he ever got the chance to fuck her. He was warned now, though. She had missed her chance. Still, she pumped him madly, tickling his balls in her hope of making him come.

"That's what you're trying, isn't it?" he asked. "We'll have to make sure you don't do anything like that. You're only hurting yourself, you know. You get me all hot and bothered, then I'm going to get mine before I've had a chance to lather you up enough. That's your worry, not mine."

He rolled on top of her and pressed his hard prick into her crotch. She felt his cock-head probing at her cuntlips. Her pussy quivered at the nearness. Her cunt was wracked with a series of spasms as she anticipated the entrance of the warm, hard cock.