Kent Collins - First Time For Sister

"I'm trying to say there ain't nothing wrong with it," she said, voice full of emotion.

"There ain't," Hanson whispered into one small, perfect ear. Then he sucked the tight lobe between his teeth and nibbled until Billie straightened her long legs against the end of the metal tub and shivered from head to foot. The feel of her palms flattened against the muscles of his thighs was something he'd never experienced so completely… not in all his times with beautiful women.

Hanson tried to cool down then and together they soaked lazily…

Billy taking her time exploring the muscled ridges of Hanson's shoulders and chest with her excruciatingly innocent fingers while he watched the expressions dance and flicker across her face. There was a whole world of hassles ahead of them-problems to be solved, things to be talked over, but for the present he knew nothing was more important than their discovery of each other.

Now the two of them were facing in the tub, and he thought he saw a question in Billie's eyes. She had been having a hard time keeping her gaze from the stiff jut of his erect cock as it bobbed just under the surface of the soap-clouded water.

"You want to look at it better?" he asked.

Billie sucked her bottom lip and went pink under her freckled tan, but her eyes never left his. Slowly she nodded yes. Hanson raised himself in the tub so that his cock pushed out of the water. Billie-Ann gave a little gasp as the water trickled off his smooth skin.

"Every time I see it, it looks bigger," she said.

"Reason it's so big now is because you make it that way," Hanson said.

"Go ahead; touch it if you want." He was amazed at how close he was to coming, and all he'd really done was press himself against Billie's loveliness. But then he'd spent many hours dreaming of her, and now that she was squatting in the water only inches away, it was almost too much for one man to bear. He was sitting tailor fashion on his heels and when Billie's fingertips touched the taut swollen glans, Hanson let out a lungful of air and leaned back against his end of the tub. Gently she encircled it with her whole hand and squeezed.

"Gosh, that makes me feel so funny inside," she murmured. "To have my hand on you." He saw her face cloud and she wrinkled her brow. "Maybe I better not…"

Hanson caught her wrist before she could pull away. "Don't be thinkin' it's wrong. No matter what anybody ever told you."

"Maybe it is, though," she said. "Wrong, I mean."

"No chance in hell," Hanson told her, then laughed at his choice of words. But Billie's arm relaxed and she left it against his throbbing meat. Once more the smooth skin of her fingers circled him, tightening and loosening experimentally against the steeliness. His foreskin was stretched back clear of the glans and as Billie tested and pulled, she saw how the skin could cover some of the glistening ridged crown.

"I didn't know it would do that!" she gasped.

"Haven't you ever seen a boy before?" Hanson asked, noticing right away that his question had embarrassed her. "Aw, come on, every girl's seen at least one. Your brother maybe or some guy…"

Billie nodded. "But not close-up."

Their eyes met and both had to laugh. Hanson was sure then that she'd be all right… that with his tender urging Billie would become a sexual dream come true. He took another heavy breath and felt his sphincter tighten as the turbulent pressure in his bails filled him with a pleasant and expectant ache.

Sitting there in the tub with Hanson Allen made Billie keep having to remind herself that she wasn't dreaming. Somehow she'd managed to do everything right. The deputy hadn't found her, Hanson was free again, and the two of them were together… taking a bath! If Billie had known all this was going to happen to her a week before, she never would have believed it, but there was something about the way Hanson was so gentle and understanding and sweet that made her feel free around him. It had been like that from the beginning… when he'd made her laugh about getting a ride from a "colored boy." And now she was wet and naked in front of him with her fingers wrapped tightly around his brown cock. If it seemed a wrong thing to do, the memory of Nora's ugly warnings was faint and unreal now. Billie knew she hated her stepmother and so it seemed only right that she should hate what the old woman had wanted her to believe. Yet she was still afraid of Hanson's masculinity… scared of the very thing she held.

"You're beautiful," Hanson said, and she felt her body tingle to his words. Once again she moved her fingers around the strange softhardness of his cock.

She had been too shy to tell him about Lonnie or about the dirty pictures she had and especially about the time she'd watched Jed Judson make himself come. But even with all that had happened to her, Billie still didn't know much. One moment she felt brave enough to go ahead and do something she thought might please Hanson, and the next second she'd stop, afraid it would be going too far. More and more, though, she was sure he liked her to move the loose skin that covered the firm shaft of his cock. When she did, he breathed funny and tightened his grip on the sides of the tub. She wanted so much to make him happy.

Then she remembered the way she'd seen Jed work his own cock… maybe if she touched Hanson in the same way it would make him come, too. Then he'd feel good without fucking her. Billie moved the skin down clear of his cock's crown and stared in wonder as the already huge head pumped fuller right before her eyes. If she'd ever been sure of anything in her life, Billie was certain that Hanson Allen's penis would never fit into her narrow, immature body. She knew she loved him, but…

"Billie… your hands are so damn soft," Hanson said, his voice raggedly.

"Is it all right?" she quavered. "What I'm doing?"

"Oh, baby, you must be kidding…"

His words made her smile and she pumped the circle of her hand a little harder… up and down… up and down, feeling his cock surge with blood, throb strongly against her fingers. She was growing excited by the changes that took place in Hanson's body as she played with him.

His chest heaved up and down as if he were running uphill, and the tendons in his groin tightened and loosened in a slow, steady rhythm.

With him sitting cross-legged, she had the bottoms of her feet pressed tight against his shins and every so often his whole body seemed to shudder against her. She was a real part of Hanson's excitement, and knowing that made her own folds and nubbins go oily under the surface of the water. There was something else about Hanson's beautiful brown body that fascinated her… the loose-hanging sac that drooped down under the base of his cock and held the eggs that Billie knew were full of baby makings. Finally she decided that it wouldn't hurt Hanson if she just touched the wrinkled bag. The eggs looked so much bigger than little Lonnie's had, and Billie wondered if they were heavier, too.

When she cupped a palm under them the water was too buoyant for her really to feel the weight, but she cradled them anyhow, giving a tender squeeze while she pumped with her other hand. Hanson made a strange sound and strained his hips up even further out of the water. Then a tiny spout of milky paste jumped straight up from the tip of his cock.

A hungry little tickle went through Billie's body while she watched the next jet of cum arc into the air and plop thickly into the water. It thrilled her wildly to know that the spongy balls in her hand were emptying out their store of seed, and she had to sigh. Billie stated moving her hand faster on his cock to see if that would make more stuff come out. One after another the slick, hot curds frothed from the tiny hole and coated her fingers until with a final gasp of pleasure Hanson let his body sink once more into the water. He looked at her with a slack, panting grin.