L. Madding - Cherry busting brother

Jimmy's cock, on its downward plunge, hit Suzy's clitoris, teasing it, making it tingle. Suzy went crazy. Jimmy was the best lover she knew!

"Oh, faster, lover, faster!" Suzy gasped. She threw her legs up in the air, and wrapped them around Jimmy's undulating waist. Jimmy grunted, and began to piston in and out of Suzy faster and faster.

He felt his balls swell with their heavy load of unspent come. He pumped into her like a rutting lion, slamming his huge hard-on deeply into her honey pot.

Her juices flowed around his cock lavishly.

Jimmy felt them spewing out of her cunt. He felt her boobs pressed against his chest, felt the puckered hard nipples. He became more and more excited. His ass cheeks rose and fell in a demanding rhythm as he ripped into her cunt like a mad man.

"Oh, yes, shove that dick into me. Make me come!" Suzy gasped. Her hips arched up wildly off the couch, as she tried to stuff even his balls into her aching and eager cunt.

Jimmy felt her cuntal walls start to close in around his pistoning cock. He felt his juices boiling in his balls, as he plunged deeply into Suzy's teeming twat.

"Unh, I'm going to come!" Suzy gasped. She clutched more tightly around Jimmy's neck, pressing his mouth down onto hers. Their tongues fucked each other in the same rhythm as Jimmy's cock plunged in and out of her cunt.

Jimmy felt his balls getting wet and matted with Suzy's come juice, as they slapped against her wet humping ass.

He felt the soft rippling in her cunt that presaged orgasm, and he increased the speed of his fucking. He had to get her off fast, because he knew he was going to shoot his own load.

"Ohhh!" Suzy squealed. The heels of her feet beat a wild tattoo on Jimmy's rising and falling asscheeks, as she started to come.

Jimmy felt the heat of her convulsing cunt, felt her cuntal muscles gripping his great prod.

Her snatch turned into a vacuum, sucking all the come out of him. He felt the boiling load in his balls starting to spew up his long fuck shaft as Suzy's orgasm reached a peak.

Clutching the wildly writhing girl tightly, Jimmy's come slit started to spit its load of slimy scum deep into her convulsing cunt. He grunted as his thrusts became more and more violent. He plunged deeply into the well of her lust, and added to the hot frothing liquids that welled up and spewed out of her. Each thrust deposited another load of scum deep into her cunt.

"Ohh, you big wonderful bastard!" Suzy gasped, as her body suddenly collapsed.

"Yeah!" Jimmy gasped, as he spewed the last of his load in her quivering quim.

He collapsed on top of her body, and rested from the violence of his orgasm. Jimmy never fucked a girl and left her.

He kissed her and made pretty cooing sounds in her ear, until she had calmed down. They held each other like that for several moments, until Jimmy's cock got small and plopped out of Suzy's cunt.

Suzy went upstairs to the bathroom to wash herself off, and repair the damage. She came downstairs, and made frozen pizza for both of them to eat in the kitchen.

When Suzy's rather remiss parents came home, slightly tipsy, from a party they had attended, they found Jimmy and Suzy innocently talking and eating pizza in the kitchen.

In another part of town, Bob Jones walked down a littered street. It wasn't very late, and there were lots of children on the street, playing stick ball, or marbles. Many of the children were committing various sorts of mayhem, unsupervised and over-active.

"Hey!" he said to one lone boy who was pitching rocks at a window high up in a warehouse. "That's not nice."

"Ahh, go fuck yourself, you old geezer!" the boy said, pitching another rock.

Bob Jones laughed. He had grown up in a fairly affluent society, and he lived in one now. But he could understand the frustration and anger of kids like this. He worked with the Police Athletic League in town.

He was grateful for his own kids, who had turned out so well. If he were troubled about Cathy now, it was only that she was unhappy, and had been losing weight.

And Jimmy was upset, too. There was a close bond between those two, which had been beautiful to watch as they grew.

Far from being jealous of his little sister, when she came along, Jimmy had adored her, right from the first, and the two of them were as good together as two kids could be who lived in the same house.

But now there was something else to overcome. And Bob knew that it was his possessiveness of his daughter, his need to keep her young.

He had never forgotten how he met his wife, and how they had got married. It had been a shotgun wedding, but it was the best thing that had ever happened to Bob Jones, and he had never once, for a single second, regretted it.

He didn't want to regret any move of his now either. He knew he was a bit prejudiced. He wanted the best for his daughter.

But he was also aware that what he thought was best for her, was not necessarily what Cathy would think was the best. She was obviously smitten with the boy, and Bob was going to find out why.

Even his wife's eyes had flashed when she mentioned him.

He couldn't be entirely unscrupulous. In the same breath in which his peers mentioned his hairy pranks, and wild doings, they also mentioned the fact that he did support his mother and two sisters, and squired them around with him.

That kind of loyalty was not to be dismissed readily.

Bob knew the boy only by reputation. He was about to meet him personally.

He walked up to the garage where he knew the boy worked, and walked in.

There were several toughs, including Gerald and Stephanie, who lived a few doors away from him, hanging around. Stephanie's jaw dropped when she saw Bob.

"Goo-good evening, Mr. Jones," she gasped.

"Don't worry, Steph," Mr. Jones said, with a wry smile. "I'm not going to tell your parents."

Stephanie relaxed a little.

"Where's Troy Madison?" he asked.

Stephanie and Gerald looked at each other.

"He's out on Highway 50, dragging on his Harley, Mr. Jones," said Gerald.

Bob looked around.

"Where can I find a seat and wait for him?" he asked.

"In there. That's his office," said one of the toughs.

Bob walked into the dingy office, and sat down at the desk. It was fairly neat, a trait not usually found in sixteen-year-old boys, and Bob was impressed. There were also a passel of books on the desk – good books, another fact which impressed Bob.

They were well thumbed, and the pages were marked, passages underlined. On many of the pages, were grease marks.

Troy didn't let any grass grow under his feet, obviously. He heard a muffled roar, and stood up, going to the door of the office.

Troy roared into the garage, and parked his bike. He was a tall guy, Bob guessed about six-one, and well built. One of the toughs went up to him, and said something to him.

Troy, pulling the bike up on the kick stand, looked in the direction of the office door, and saw Mr. Jones.

He walked over to him, his pace smooth and long-legged, a little bit like a cat's, thought Bob.

He stood in front of Bob, his thumbs hooked into the thick leather belt of his riding leathers.

Bob grinned slightly, and mimicked his posture.

"Young man, you are a threat to every decent, staid American home. You're the rake of the town, a hell-raiser, and you're so damned sexy that even my wife squirms in her seat."

The grim expression on Troy's face melted, and he laughed, the laugh lighting up his dark eyes.

"But your wife won't let her daughter go to a staid, all-American decent dance with me."

"Ah, but that's understandable! After all, your presence at that dance changes the whole atmosphere. I can see it now!" Bob laughed, warming to his subject, "all those decent virginal girls, turning weak in the knees, and abandoning their nice staid, respectful boyfriends to flock into your arms, as if you were some polygamous sultan with a harem in addition to twenty adoring wives."