Kent Collins - First Time For Sister

"Hey! Watch out!" Hanson yelled, but Billie barely heard his words as the cold water closed over her head. The thin little dress she was wearing ballooned out with trapped air and she felt her bottom smack into the soft mud. Then she was paddling with both arms for the surface. Two strong hands closed around her tiny waist and her head broke water.

"Gosh!" she gasped, slinging her water-soaked hair from her eyes.

"I didn't know whether you could swim or not," Hanson said. He was standing very close.

"I can't," she said, smiling, "but I think I was just 'bout to learn."

Billie was glad Hanson was so tall. She still couldn't touch bottom with her toes.

"There's a big old hole here. I didn't know it came this far back or I would've warned you." His hands clasped her middle just a little bit harder. "You better just hold around my neck and I'll walk you out to the far bank. Mud's too slick to climb back the way you came."

The lapping water tickled Billie-Ann's neck and she circled her arms around Hanson's neck as he'd told her. Her teeth had begun to chatter with the sudden shocking chill, but with her body close to his chest, she could feel his warmth. The way her dress was floating up in the water bothered Billie, but she couldn't do anything about it. Hanson walked carefully, feeling his way along the uneven bottom, but almost every step he took made their bare legs brush together. The wetness of her panties made her feel as if she didn't have any on at all, and every so often their bellies touched, too. She felt his hipbones bumping hers, but the harder she tried to keep it from happening, the more their bodies seemed to stick together. Then Hanson's cheek was touching her own and she felt his short round nose brush tenderly under her left ear lobe. His arms seemed like strong bands of muscle around her back; then their legs almost tangled and Hanson staggered and stopped in the deepest part of the pond.

"God, you're a pretty girl, Billie-Ann," he whispered.

She felt his lips against her skin. Billie closed her eyes and clung tight to Hanson Allen's strong neck. Things kept trying to come into her mind… bad, disturbing things that Nora had hollered at her as long as she could remember and yet her pounding senses threatened to push all that away. Hanson had her in his arms and they were in water up to their necks and their bodies felt delicious pressed together under the surface. Why did she keep feeling it was so wrong… wrong like touching herself… wrong like getting a ride from a colored boy she'd known all her life? Hanson nuzzled her neck again and she felt his tongue dart into the inner curls of one ear. Then his mouth was very close to her own and when she tried to turn her head, strong hands framed her face and held her. Full, brown lips brushed damply over hers …

"No, Hanson… nooo!" But even as she mumbled the words, his tongue had forced her lips apart. Billie felt faint. A colored boy… a black … a nigger was kissing her. He was licking her lips and teeth and mouth, covering her with his spit.

"You're too pretty not to kiss," he told her, wetting the tip of her nose and then each cheek in turn. Her dress was still floating high in the water and Billie thought she could sense some new hardness graze her bare tummy. The fronts of their thighs touched. Billie sighed, confused with the lovely sensations that she knew she shouldn't be enjoying. Finally she let her head flop onto his shoulder while he devoured the soft skin of her neck.

Strong, warm fingers pushed up under the waist of her dress and rubbed the narrow place between her sharp little shoulder blades until Billie couldn't keep from moaning She was sure now that the hardness she'd felt against her tummy was Hanson's huge shaft jutting up from his groin but trapped against his stomach by the thin mesh shorts he wore.

She could feel it better now, because he was pressing a hand against the small of her back, making their bodies rub and touch and cling. It was much different from daydreaming about sex. More like when she'd played with her cunt… it was that kind of feeling, but more intense.

Hanson guided her bottom near again and Billie gasped as her hipbone raked over the hard length of his penis. Then he'd taken her whole ear into his mouth, nibbling and pinching it with his teeth. Billie-Ann gave a little whine, half-panic, half-excitement, as Hanson covered her lips again, sucking her spit into his mouth as if she were some exotic fruit he wanted to munch. The rush of thrilling heat that swelled her loins made Billie's mouth go soft, and she let him mash it open until even their teeth scraped. Hanson was trying to make her move her ass up and down and though she tried to resist him, the deliciousness of being so close weakened her. For an instant she let the water buoy her against his stiffness. Billie whimpered with the feverish closeness of their parts, but a sliver of guilt worked its way into her pleasure, and she arched her mound back away.

"It's not like we were really doing it," she whimpered breathily against Hanson's neck, trying to free herself from Nora's glowering face.

"What you say, baby?" Hanson whispered.

"Nothin'," she sighed, "nothin' at all."

Kissing her again, Hanson put both hands on the outward swells of her asscheeks and forced her body against his with such heated passion that it took Billie's breath away. Underwater, the lips of her cunt were being forced apart and the sensitive insides rubbed against the ridge of his cock… her flesh hidden only by a thin piece of nylon.

"Oh, God… maybe we'd b-better quit."

But Hanson lurched in the water, and for a second Billie thought they were going under. Frightened, she hooked her ankles behind his long legs and clung to his neck all the tighter. Hanson groaned. Their pelvises were so tightly pushed together that she could feel him pumping himself up and down against the bare skin of her tummy. But his mesh shorts… they were pulled down!

"Billie," he whispered hotly, "Oh, Billie, you're so damn fine!"

Her mind reeled. She could clearly feel the outline of his meat sinking into the soft flesh around her navel. His hands clutched her bottom harder than ever, making her move in rhythmic circles. Then a tiny hot jet of something spurted against her belly. Again and again it spurted and each time she could feel the warmth clearly touching her skin before the water washed it away. When she looked down beside them, long milk-white tendrils floated up in the pond and Billie was sure what had happened.

Everything seemed dreamy and unreal but they were moving through the water again. Thankfully, Billie felt the cool shade of the big tree that hung over the pond and she circled first one hand and then the other around a mossy limb. Then Hanson was helping her along it and up onto the grassy bank. Finally he staggered out himself and collapsed beside her. She saw right away that he'd jerked his mesh shorts up again, but they barely covered the swollen, pulsing organ that had just burst its juices against her stomach.

Neither of them spoke. Billie looked at Hanson's brown skin… looked at his small, tight ears and woolly hair, the rounded nose and thick lips. Hanson Allen seemed beautiful to her, but she felt so terribly afraid and so awfully young beside him. Nora's hateful warnings echoed in her ears and though she clasped her wet hands tight against the sides of her head, she couldn't shut them out. What would a colored boy think of any white girl he could mess with like Hanson had messed with her? Maybe her stepmother was right-maybe she was trashy.

Hanson rolled over and gave her a long, passionate look. "Listen, Billie…"

"I've got to git home," she said, standing up. Her nipples were pointing straight out from the slight swells of her growing titties, and the way her wet dress clung it wasn't much different from being naked.