Brad Harris - Warming up for brother

"Tight little bitch, aren't you!" Buck snarled as he kept struggling to get his cock past her cherry. "We'll have to do something about that. Damn right, I'll have to get you fucked. Shit, I thought the Cajun boys were all well hung! You feel like this was the first time you ever had a decent-sized cock in you."

The blond boy place his hands on either side of her ass and held her tightly. He arched his back and thrust his cock violently against the restraining membrane. Cammy felt her body resist, felt the intense pain, then felt his cock tear its way into her. Her pussy shuddered from the slashing force of his entry. When blood seeped out of her cunt, slowly easing the pain as Buck pumped excitedly into her.

"Ahhhh!" he gasped. "I'm going to ride the hell out of you!"

He kept one hand on her ass, feeling her firm buttocks, while his other, hand strayed to her tits. There was no gentleness in his touch now. He grabbed her tits roughly, mashing her nipples between his fingers. He plunged his cock into her bloody cunt with lust-maddened frenzy.

"Ah!" he cried. "Ahhh, fuck! Ride this cunt! Ahhhh! It feels so nice and tight!" With each withdrawal, Buck's cock-head rubbed Cammy's cunt. She felt numb from the pain of her lost cherry. Slowly she felt a deeper feeling, the erotic surge of her passion. Her thighs quivered as Buck continued pumping his cock into her. Her breath came in shorter pants as his cock seemed to get larger and warmer inside her. Her tits tingled sensuously beneath his hand. She felt her lust mounting. She had long since given up her determination to remain passive. Now her desire was rising rapidly to its peak. She wanted to feel his cum spurting inside her. She wanted to take all the cock he had to give her. She thrashed about and hunched her ass toward his lunging cock, driving herself madly toward a climax.

"Ooooo," she gasped. "Fuck me! Fuck me, Buck! Pump me hard! Oooooo, fill me up with your cock! Hurry! Hurry up! Come on! Oooooh! Fuck! Fuck!"

"Damn, you're a horny little cunt," he panted. "I'll teach you to be such a sweet lay! Ahhhhhh!"

His body shuddered madly above her. His cock plunged and quivered inside her. His hands trembled and shook as he caressed her. Cammy wrapped her legs around him and held tightly as their passion mounted higher and higher.

"Oooooh, I'm coming!" she shrieked. "I'm pouring all over you! Fuck me! Hurry, Buck! Let it go! Let it come into me! Ooooh!"

His load surged from his cock, swelling inside her. Cammy thrashed about the bunk at the sensation of the hot cum gushing through her pussy. She gasped and panted as she rode his insane cock. She moaned and cried as she felt it empty its load into her.

"Ahhhhh!" Buck shouted. "Ahhhh! Take it, sweetheart! Take it! It's all for you! Ahhhhh!"

He shuddered in a final spasm of lust, then began to slow his fuck into a series of long, slow strokes. Cammy held him tightly still, her body glowing in the soft, warm afterglow of ecstasy. He rolled on his side beside her and caressed her affectionately. She heard him gasp as he glanced down and discovered the blood running along her thigh and the blood which coated his prick.

"Oh, my God!" he cried. "Oh my God, I didn't know! I had no idea! I didn't mean to do that!"

She saw the honest remorse in his eyes. She saw the ache as he looked at the virgin body he had just defiled. Cammy reached over and caressed his shoulder. She smiled softly, no longer considering him a rapist. Buck had merely substituted for Pierre. She had planned to lose her cherry this afternoon. By damn, she had lost it! She had lost it and found something else along the way – she had actually had an orgasm on her first fuck.

"It's all right," she assured him. "I had to lose it some day."

"But I-I thought you Cajuns lost it by the time you were twelve or thirteen. I had no idea…"

"Don't be so naive," she told him. "We're like anyone else. Oh, maybe we're a bit more hot-blooded than most. That's why we have to protect ourselves longer than other girls. Once we get turned loose, we can become sex mad."

He looked at her and caught the twinkle in her eyes. They laughed together, then got up to wash, and Cammy dressed and went with him back to the bridge. She leaned against the rail and watched him start the diesels and turn the boat back into the bayou toward home.

Cammy stepped over beside him and wrapped her arm around his waist. He looked as beautiful as he had when he first pulled the boat over and called to her. He wanted Yvonne. Someone had sent him looking for her sister-in-law. Instead he had fucked Cammy.

"I'm sorry," she whispered up to him.

"About what?"

"About Yvonne. You never did find her," Cammy answered.

"Oh, Yvonne," he laughed. "You know the reason I stopped for you? I thought you might be Yvonne. You sure fit the description. They said she was the most beautiful Cajun girl I could imagine – black hair, gorgeous figure. I saw you sitting there and figured you must be Yvonne."

"When did you decide I wasn't?"

"When I saw the blood. Until then I thought you were Yvonne and just putting me on."

"No kidding?"

"Honest," Buck smiled. "That's why I took you the way I did. I figured if you were fucking everybody around, I wasn't about to be left out."

Cammy cuddled against him, her heart pounding in exhilaration.

Camille huddled in her room, nestled on a corner of her bed. Her father would be coming over from the camp any time now. She was going to catch hell tonight. Antoine was raging mad at her, angry and drinking heavily as he had served the fishing party their dinner.

She didn't know who had told on her. Cammy suspected Gilbert might have. Her brother had been terribly quiet tonight. It could have been Gilbert. It could have been Pierre. It could have been anybody who lived along the bayou. It didn't really matter who had told of seeing her on the bridge with Buck. She had been seen and Antoine was in a rage with her about it.

Her father had not beaten her in several years. Cammy tried to remember the circumstances of her last thrashing, but all she could think of was the rage in his eyes tonight.

"Where have you been?" he demanded as she returned to the camp after leaving Buck. "You think you're too good to work around here any more?"

"Out on the bayou," she panted, out of breath from the run. "I lost track of time."

"More interested in the rich boy and his boat?" Antoine snapped. "Too busy entertaining Harry Simpson's boy?"

She stared at him a moment, seeing the seething anger that glowed in his eyes. Cammy tried to smile at him and pat him on the arm as she turned to begin her delayed chores in the kitchen.

"I'm sorry," she muttered. "I'll get my work done. Don't worry about it."

Antoine watched her coldly, then turned and walked off. During the evening he continued drinking until he was staggering around the camp. His anger did not diminish, though. After she had helped Yvonne clean up from supper, he walked back into the kitchen and ordered her to go back to the house and wait for him. She had obeyed, seeing the expression of concern and sympathy in Yvonne's eyes. The older girl had caught her by the arm as she started to leave.

"Yes?" Cammy asked, looking into Yvonne's moist brown eyes. After all, Yvonne was part of the reason for her troubles. If Buck had not heard about Yvonne's hot pussy, then he wouldn't have been cruising along the bayou looking for a dark-haired Cajun. It was because of Yvonne that she was in trouble. It was because he thought she was Yvonne that Buck had taken her so far down the bayou. It was his assumption that she was Yvonne that led him to lure her into the cabin of the boat and fuck her. Still, Cammy wasn't angered at her sister-in-law. Her eyes met Yvonne's. She stopped quickly up against the older girl and kissed her on the cheek. Yvonne held her tightly a moment, then patted her ass as she turned again and slipped through the door.