Kent Collins - First Time For Sister

"Ohhh, Hanson… stop! I'm too little… We can't… oh… Ohhh…

I love you."

Already he was surprised that Billie's cunt could take so much of him.

Hanson was moving into her slowly now so that it wouldn't hurt if he came up against the end of her hot little tube, since he knew by the way Billie's breath rushed against his skin in labored gasps that she was beyond reasoning. For the first time in her life probably, the young girl's body had rejected the limiting grasp of her frightened mind. Whatever dangers she feared, whatever guilt feelings had influenced her had been swept away. When he pushed up on his elbows, Billie convulsed and writhed under him, her flat belly heaving wildly, her strong, lithe hips rocking forward and back on the length of his cock… still firmly embedded in the luscious, steamy slick of her insides. And as her body grew hotter and her heart pumped more blood to the ravaged tissues of her cunt, Hanson felt the tender tube relax some of its resistance. The flooding girl honey dripped from her tissues, wetting their tangled pubic hair with heavy, thick droplets.

In the dim beginnings of the dawn he could see the lovely sex flush on her cheeks. Billie tossed her head and bit down on her lower lip with an impassioned whimper of happiness. Fourteen years of vibrant, tumultuous female was twitching wondrously in his embrace, thrusting her sharp hips against him, learning to dig her short fingernails into the skin of his back. Hanson plunged his fingers into the soft swirls of her brown hair and for an instant Billie's long lashes fluttered and came open.

"It's too late!" she gasped, and Hanson felt her back give a sharp jerk. Then another. Hungrily she bit his shoulder and neck and face, arms trembling from her ravenous clutch of his back. Hanson slipped his cock half-out of her seeping hole, then moved forward again, trying to bury the final inch. Unbelievably, he felt his hilt bump tightly against Billie's soaked pubes and only then did his tip touch the tiniest knot of something deep, deep within her. Never in his life had he fucked such a sweet jelly roll!

"Gossshhh," she babbled, grinding her turgid clit against him. "Gosh damn!"

Hanson felt her teeth again… harder this time, and Billie's legs went crazy, drumming the mattress and floor, heels punching his roiling, humping ass. He'd never known a girl to come with such wild abandon. Billie licked him with her tongue, snuffling against his cheek and pulled his body down hard against her as she rutted. When he knew that the stormy spasms had completely invaded her squirming body, Hanson fiercely kissed her spit-streaked mouth and felt his own juices jump to meet hers. With a cry of love, he rocked his cock furiously in the wet, feather-softness of her deepest folds. Billie lunged and sobbed, curving her narrow back so she could brush her firm-nippled tits against his chest. Hanson felt the fluttery caress of her cunt tighten on his bursting glans just as his cock spouted with scalding seed. He choked and whispered against Billie's neck as he rubbed his cock against her softest place… feeling each aching jet of sap as it sprayed against the young girl's womb.

Slowly, gently the two of them wound down, kissing small hurts and enjoying the relaxing tremors of their muscles. Outside in the yard a rooster crowed. In the henhouse there was a scrambling and clucking and the rooster crowded again… louder. Hanson roiled his body sideways, careful to keep Billie joined to him. She moaned, mumbled something soft he couldn't understand and wrapped two warm arms around his neck.

Then Hanson Allen slept the sleep of true contentment.

Billie's first thought when she drifted up from her slumber was that she felt gloriously at ease with her body… like she knew how it worked now. But she didn't open her eyes just yet. The fullness in her crotch was still there… not as huge… but there all the same. She breathed in the natural scent of Hanson Allen's body and held it deep, wishing she could absorb it… make it a part of her. Then she shifted her pelvis to one side and immediately felt the soreness. In the musky love mess of their fucking, Hanson's relaxed cock began to slip out, but Billie tightened the mouth of her vagina and clenched him tight.

Her man gave a moan and went on sleeping.

Billie let the sensation-charged experience she'd had only hours before flood back, smiling at the memory of a savage nibble she'd given Hanson … almost crying when she recalled the loving, wet caress of his mouth on hers. Only then did she realize that in the beginning she'd not wanted it to happen at all. It was the dream that had started everything, and then the scent of Zeebee Lee's potion…

Billie pushed herself up. "Zeebee Lee!"

When his cock slithered damply from the sweet warm hole it'd slept in, Hanson rolled groggily onto his back and opened his eyes. "What's wrong, baby?"

"It's that Zeebee," Billie blurted. "She made it happen. She worked a … charm or something."

Hanson pulled her playfully down into the circle of his muscular arms.

Billie shivered excitedly to feel his potent strength. "You ain't sorry, are you?" he breathed into her ear.

Her frown mellowed and turned into a smile. "No," she cooed back. "Not ever, ever, ever!"

It was then that she saw the thing dangling from a string almost directly over their bed. A soft morning breeze came through the porch and made the object swing and turn. Billie screamed.

Cursing, Hanson stood and broke the string from a nail in the ceiling.

Then he collapsed back down on the mattress laughing, as the two crudely made dolls tumbled from his hand… still locked in a passionate embrace. Billie picked the tangled dolls up and stared, hardly believing what her eyes said was true. One doll had light brown sewing thread for hair-the same color as hers-and Zeebee Lee had colored in blue eyes and a freckled complexion, too. There was even a tiny gown covering the straw body, and she noticed with a cry that it was carefully bunched around the girl-doll's neck. The figure of the boy had been hastily carved from dark brown wood and colored with black hair. A wooden cock jutted from between the stick legs and had been forced up into the straw of the Billie-doll's torso. She heard Hanson chuckle at her amazed look, but Billie wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. It was all so… weird.

"Looks like I had a little help last night," Hanson said.

"Oh, Hanson, it scares me."

"Let's keep it," he said, squeezing her shoulder. "That way we can always be sure we're gonna make out all right."

Billie smiled and then seeing his mischievous eyes, started to laugh, too. "It does look kind of like us." Hanson took the dolls from her and studied them. Then he pulled the figure of Billie free from the boydoll's body and turned it upside down. Billie-Ann's face reddened when he pushed her doll's face down on the little wooden cock.

"Hanson'." she scolded.

"Just Seeing if this thing works."

Billie tried to hide her embarrassment by pretending she was a little irked, but when she looked at Hanson there was a funny expression behind his smile. For a reason she couldn't explain, she felt her eyes drawn to her man's crotch. His love-coated penis was stiff and thick.

Immediately she remembered the dirty pictures Jed had given her and the one of the girl putting her mouth around…

Once more she looked up into Hanson's brown eyes, and her aching little cunt gave a twinge of contraction. Doing that with her mouth might banish once and for all the childish fears Nora had made her grow up with. It would be a break with the past and a step into the future with the man she loved… if only she could find the courage to start.

"I think I w-want to," she said, knowing that Hanson would understand what she meant.