Kent Collins - First Time For Sister

Billie felt Hanson's hands pressing' against her back just like the hands in the dream. She was still trembling from the realness of it, and his embrace felt good even though she knew she shouldn't stay there too long. The breeze soughed through the vines at the end of the porch while Hanson stroked her back and sides with his hands. It was as nice a feeling as anything she'd ever experienced, and she let her head rest in the hollow of his neck and tiredly closed her eyes again. Her thighs were around Hanson's hips, and as he brushed her skin, she felt his fingers touch the soft places behind her knees. A delicious warm flush filled her and she sighed. He was so good to her… nobody had ever been that good. Then his hands were rubbing and caressing her higher until she felt the shivery sensation of his palms gliding across her bottom. It was feeling too good…

"Hanson…" she mumbled against his neck.

But Hanson went on patting and holding her. She could feel him following the crack of her firm bottom down between her thighs until he was tickling through the fine curls of her cunt hair. His arms were wrapped over her ass and the warmth of his touch made Billie shiver. It was nice lying on top of his strong, warm body, and in a sleepy daze she realized that Hanson's holding her made her feel secure… just like in the dream when she'd thought her daddy was hugging her. Billie squirmed a little against Hanson's chest not so much afraid any more even though her tiny nipples had pushed out from the softly fleshed rosettes and were tingling with the friction of rubbing against his chest. She loved Hanson and that meant she had to trust him, too. His hands cradled the sides of her head, lifting it until her lips brushed against his. When he wet her mouth with his tongue, Billie let him.

Their spit flowed and mingled together and he kissed her harder until the delicate skin of her inner mouth slipped over his teeth. Billie gave a whimper of delight. Why wasn't she scared… why wasn't she stopping it?

"I love you, Billie-Ann," he breathed into her ear.

"Oh, Hanson, will you always take care of me?" she sighed.

"That's what I mean to do, girl."

Hanson's hands touched her back and hips and inner thighs again and she couldn't keep from tightening her legs a little on the outside of his.

He was stroking her feverish little cunny so softly that it made her feel like a pampered kitten, and when he kissed her neck again she almost started purring. Of course, she knew her cuntlips were swollen and hot, but he was being so tender. Like he really didn't mean to do anything more. Besides, it felt wonderful. Billie rocked her hips ever so slightly and her inner surfaces rubbed together like hot satin. She was much more buttery than she'd thought, and knowing this made her wonder if she was doing right. Billie tried to clear her sleep-numbed mind. Everything seemed so shuddery and tingly and nice that it made her toes point. Hanson's lips caught the lobe of her ear and made her try to remember why she shouldn't let him. She felt him pulling her gown the rest of the way off her arms but found herself too weak and breathless to say no.

"What are you doing to' me?" she asked.

"Doesn't it feel better not to have that thing all wound around your neck?"

Billie nodded. It did feel better, of course. As she rested against Hanson again she was aware of a light pressure on the underside of her mound… something roundish and firm. In her dreamy, half-awake state she thought at first that it was Hanson's hand but now with his arms hugging her back she realized it couldn't be. She gave a little gasp and stiffened in his arms, but Hanson's fingers touched her feverish cuntlips and parted them slightly. Billie felt the roundish something moving between her dewy petals. "Hanson?"

"It's okay, Billie-honey… any time you want me to quit, I'll quit."

Billie tried to think straight but a funny smell that at first had been faint was now actually entrancing her. It was a musky, sharp scent that she hadn't even noticed until her body had gotten damp with excitement, and now as her sweat mingled with Hanson's it grew even stronger. The potion! The potion Zeebee Lee had touched to her ears that she'd claimed would make Hanson love her like a cyclone! Billie drew a panicky breath, but the smell swirled into her lungs and made her feel strangely giddy. She was more aware than ever of Hanson's fingers spreading the folds of her cunt, stretching the pretty place wide as he pushed in the flared head of his cock.

"Hanson, we can't… please… we just can't."

But the fullness at the beginning of her vagina sent out shimmers of warmth that lulled and enticed her along with the pungent perfume. A stretching pain in the moist center of her mound brought Billie out of her grogginess for an instant, and she realized what she'd been allowing to happen. Frantic, she pulled her legs up and pushed against Hanson's chest with both hands. "No!" she gasped, trying to rock her hips away. Instantly, Hanson's strong hands hooked over her pelvis and forced her wriggling bottom down. The stretching pain grew sharper.

"Oh, God!" she whined, snapping her body up and backward in a last wild try to free herself before it was too late, but Hanson reached an arm behind one of Billie's flailing legs and bent it up close to her side.

Then he rolled her over and she felt the sudden weight of his big body crushing her down into the mattress. The pain at her groin jolted through her and she felt a sudden fullness such as she'd never dreamed possible. Her flesh was being forced out around something too big for her hole.

"It won't fit," she sobbed, clutching Hanson's shoulders in terror. "It won't! It won't!" But Billie could feel the large barbed glans of the cock pressing ahead, plowing her delicate tissue open. Miraculously, it was fitting, but she knew it was changing her insides forever.

Hanson knew that he'd forced Billie-Ann somewhat, especially when she'd rebelled from the first pain and he'd had to jab through the contracted ring of muscles and into her fresh, jelly-soft vagina. As much as he wanted to be gentle, it excited him when Billie had tried to free herself from his staff with her frenzied squirming. But the fucking had to be. After feeling her thin body on top of him, he knew he wouldn't have been able to go back to sleep. And there was some damned scent around, too.

Billie was still resisting but more weakly than at first. With half his throbbing length inside her, he knew she would like it soon enough. The girl's flesh was opening and stretching to accommodate his cock, and he could feel the flow of her juices dampening their organs. When he pressed his cock hard into her again, gaining another inch, Billie wiggled and plunged her slim bottom in a wild, almost vicious, way.

Though she was securely harpooned and had obviously abandoned any real hope of escaping, she was still full of fight. Even Pamela Whittier with her high-class perversions had never shown such spirit. Hanson trembled with his passion, kissing and inhaling the lovely aroma of Billie's skin mixed with the other heavy musk he couldn't identify.

Whatever it was it made his head buzz with every breath and caused his cock to grow even harder.

Billie bent and unbent her legs spasmodically, flopping them against the mattress, then rubbing the insides of her feet along his stretched legs. Hanson had never guessed how fantastic such a slender girl's form would feel under him, and as he cradled her pubescent body in his arms and tucked his powerful hips under once more, he knew he'd be spoiled for any other woman after this. The sensation of those skinny tan arms sliding over his back at one moment… trembling weakly against his sides at another, made him want to shout with joy. And his excitement quickened, too, when Billie's long fingers grasped his shoulders with a frenzied tremble only to dance off down his back, touching his moving hips while she babbled confusedly… her mouth wet against his neck.