Had Alvin not tried to be an insatiable glutton, Bernadette might have adjusted to him. Moron though he was, his cock more than adequately replaced the one she'd lost when her father had died. Had he tried bothering her only once in a while, she might have gone along with him. But the very next day he tried the same thing, and Bernadette had to hold him off with a butcher knife from the kitchen.
"From now on," she told him, "we fuck when I feel like it, and not when you get the urge. I'll be damned if I'm going to let you wear me out at this stage in my life."
Bernadette did not withhold herself completely from her brother. Every once in a while, when the other members of the family weren't around and weren't likely to be around, she invited him up to her bedroom for a fuck, not because she liked him so much as because she was hot for cock, and she was fast finding out that only a family cock would suffice her.
One Saturday night, to be certain, she went out with Drew Starker, a tall, somewhat good-looking, albeit not-too-bright nineteen-year-old who lived next door. Drew had long brown hair, close-set eyes, flaring nostrils and high cheekbones. He had one of those naturally muscular bodies, and though he drank beer the way a fish drank water, it did nothing to his body.
His range of conversation was limited, but Bernadette had to admit he was a mental marvel compared to Alvin. He talked about his job in a fish market, and even discussed mutual acquaintances.
Bernadette let him do most of the talking, sitting on her side of the car, glad he was trying to concentrate on his driving rather than anything else. For all his lack of imagination, he wasn't a hophead. He didn't even puff pot.
He took her to a drive-in movie, bought her popcorn and an egg roll, and did nothing more than try holding her hand. She let him, feeling a little more comfortable after a while. At least he wasn't an animal.
After the movie they went to have some pizza. She became a little apprehensive when she saw him order a beer with the pizza, but he kept it down to one can. He tried convincing her to have a beer, as well, but Bernadette didn't like beer and declined.
Completely lacking in imagination, Drew drove back to his house (which was right next door to hers) and asked, "You wanna go home, or maybe you'd like to come to my house for a while?"
"I wouldn't want to waken anyone," she told him.
"I got a key to the back door. It goes right down to our room in the basement," he told her.
"And what happens once we're in the basement?" she inquired.
"Hey, stay cool, huh? I ain't gonna hurt you. You know that. I mean, we live right next door to each other. We have to go on livin' next door and talkin' to each other. Christ! I ain't gonna hurt ya."
She looked at him, at the dullness behind his eyes, and she smiled. Drew was no less masculine than any male she knew, but he wasn't the kind to force himself on a girl. What it all boiled down to was, did she want to fuck him or not? Compared to Alvin, Drew had a shining beacon for a personality. Physically, he was not only thinner than Alvin, but was even more slender than her late father, yet he bulged with muscles in spite of his slim suppleness.
She had no idea how many other girls he might have screwed. She didn't particularly care, though she did accept the fact that experience would have helped.
What the hell! It was just past midnight, she didn't feel the least bit sleepy, and it was time to pull away from Alvin. She couldn't go through the rest of her life having to depend on a dimwit for sex. Right now she was only nineteen. In a little while she would be out of high school. Eventually she would want to get married. God! How could she live with a husband whose cock didn't satisfy her? She had to start finding outside cocks sometime, in the hope of eventually discovering she was capable of an orgasm with someone other than an immediate family member.
"Let's go see your basement," she finally agreed, actually seeing the light flash in his eyes for a fraction of a second.
They got out of his car and he led her around to the rear of the house, careful to hold her hand so she wouldn't stumble in the dark. Once downstairs, he led her through the darkness to a small room to the right of the stairs. Once inside, he closed the door and turned on a light.
Bernadette could see the small window at the top of the wall. To the right was a small bookcase, on the left was a chest freezer, and across the far wall was a day bed with cushions on it. There was a small, old TV set to her immediate right.
"Wanna relax and watch a late movie while I dig up a beer?" he asked.
"No beer," she told him.
"Huh?"
"Let's not watch television, either. Let's just kind of relax and take it easy. Okay?"
"Yeah, well sure," he nodded as she sat on the day bed and patted the space next to her.
Drew sat next to her, and she could see he felt ill at ease. It occurred to her that Drew Starker was probably a male virgin. Well, hell! That was just her luck, wasn't it? The one man she'd really loved and adored, her father, had to go and get himself killed. Now in order to get a good prick she'd had to fuck her half-witted brother Alvin who, despite his natural ability, had also been an inexperienced virgin. Christ! Hers was a record to be envied by many a male. After all, here was another virgin whose masculine cherry was about to be popped.
She leaned against him a bit, feeling his arm, protectively support her as she rested her head on his shoulder. Her own hand came to rest gently on his knee, and she could feel his body quiver. His thigh tensed and his hand gripped her shoulder tightly.
She raised her head and looked into his face. In his youth he'd had considerable acne problems, which even now weren't completely gone. There were pitted marks in his face where the skin had been severely ravaged. Even so, this wouldn't have deterred from his good looks had he been more certain of himself. The vacuity in his eyes would always keep him from being strong. What a shame, because he was strong in every other way.
Her head raised itself a bit higher off his shoulder, and as he turned his face towards hers, she kissed him. It was a light, close-mouthed kiss, but it was enough to send tight convulsions traveling through him. She could feel his thigh tighten again as her fingers continued wandering a little higher.
His other hand came around and cupped the back of her head as he kissed her again, stronger, more savagely, with a certain primitive force. Like Alvin, Drew had a natural aptitude for sex. Like Alvin, he had never fucked prior to knowing her. There was so much he hungered for, yet he was shy and afraid.
Bernadette wanted to feel something with him. God! She wanted to feel something very much. She had to break the hold of Alvin's thick cock. It wasn't merely the immorality of Alvin being her brother. That was something she might have become accustomed to. But the idea of spending her life fucking a moron, with no hope of ever having a husband and family of her own was too horrible to contemplate, even at the age of nineteen.
Damn! She had to get her cunt used to different, outside cocks. Her father had spoiled her, though he'd tried hard to avoid it, and Alvin had pushed her deeper into the quagmire of incest, taking such complete control of her body when they did fuck, she loved every last little bit of it.
Bernadette's other hand followed the example of Drew's, and while he held her head, she cupped the back of his neck, pressing her lips softly to his, parting her mouth to admit his savagely plunging tongue.
Bernadette's hand began moving higher, pressing against Drew's inner thigh. For a few moments he was so engrossed in the tongue duel, he didn't realize his thighs were pressing tightly together, preventing her fingers from reaching into his crotch. But when he shifted to pull her a little closer to him, his thighs opened and he felt the warmth of her hand as it cupped his heavy balls. The heel of her palm was rubbing the head of his cock through the material, and he began humping his body wildly up and down. His own hand slid under her mini-dress, and he shuddered when he felt her warm, soft thighs part, giving his fingers access to her soaked panty-crotch.
Bernadette knew her body's response was automatic. Her pussy was already hot and soaking, leaking drops of slippery lubrication, and her nipples were already swollen, anticipating the touch of his hand. But her mind was not aroused. The passion she longed to feel wasn't inside her. The strong sensations making her heart flutter and her ass rotate while her cunt-lips twitched in eager anticipation just weren't there.
It has to come, she thought. It just has to come. It must!
His hand was already in the process of sliding her panties down her legs and off from around her ankles. His fingers were heavy and indelicate as they probed between her thighs, feeling the slick hole between her cunt-lips avidly gobble them up, first two, then three, as the sticky flow from inside her twat began increasing.
She could tell from the inexperienced way his fingers fumbled inside her gash he was unable to believe what was happening. Her own hand was squeezing the solid tube of his prick through his pants, and she could tell he had a nice-sized dick, even if it wasn't as large or as thick as either her brother's or her late father's.
"Oh, God!" she heard him gasp. "Oh, God!"
He let go of her long enough to get to his feet and start stripping off his clothing. Not one to let any man get too far ahead of her, Bernadette hastily removed her own things, as well.
"Jeez!" he gasped, staring at her. "You look great."
His eyes wandered over the fullness of her boobs, noting the way her pink nipples seemed to point directly at him, while gently swaying. Her beaver was soaking wet, and he could see droplets of shiny lubrication glistening between the hairs.
"Christ!" he muttered. "I know if I shove my cock in there, I'll shoot my load before I pump twice."
"Well," she murmured, "that should give us the opportunity to find out how much stamina you have, I'll bet you can come more than once."
"I dunno," he replied shamefacedly. "This is the first time…" and then he stopped for a moment, realizing he had almost given away the fact that he'd never been laid before. He didn't dare admit it to anyone. He lamely finished with, "I've ever felt so hot that I knew I was gonna come so quick. Usually I can hold off so I only have to come once."
Sure, she thought. I'll bet. Then, aloud, she said, "But tonight you're going to come twice."
"Jeez, if that happens, I'll be so fagged out I'll never be able to move off this bed."
"Isn't it lucky I live right next door?" she whispered, sitting on the day bed, reaching out, and letting his balls fall into her open palm.
He shuddered at the caress of her fingers against his hairy, wrinkled nuts. It made him move forward and once again reach out and down with his hands, until his three fingers were once more deeply embedded in the hot, humid pool of her gurgling cunt. He could hear them sloshing inside as he thrust them back and forth in the frantic hope of arousing her to the point where once he shoved his broiling cock into her, she would come, too, and then he wouldn't have to try getting it up a second time.
Bernadette felt all the physical stimulation, but none of it reached her brain. Her cunt rotated on his fingers, writhing up and down as he slurped them in and out of her hole. She felt her breath becoming heavier and knew she would derive some sort of satisfaction before the night was out, but would it be enough?
"My cunt," she murmured, shuddering. "Use your thumb to rub my clit."
At first Drew didn't know what she was talking about. He knelt on the cold floor in front of the day bed and stared at the way his fingers moved in and out of her cunt-hole, and then, between the pink folds of soaking labes, up at the top, he saw the growing pearl of pinkness. As his fingers continued sliding back and forth inside her twat, he let his thumb press on the little pink button as if it were a doorbell waiting to be rung. And she reacted as if he'd really made one hell of a connection. Her hips bounced high as her ass-cheeks shot up off the day bed. He watched how resilient her buns were as they came slamming down onto the bed, flattening slightly before resuming their perfect shapes. He could see the winking brown tightness of her shivering asshole and knew he was doing something right.
"That's it, Drew," she encouraged. "That's the way to do it! Keep it moving… uhhh… don't… slow… ooooohh… down."
Drew watched the way the lubricant came seeping out each time his fingers pulled back, and the scent of her steaming pussy sent him into wild convulsions. Shit! She was here to be fucked. She said he could fuck her more than once, so it didn't matter if she didn't come this first time. God! That cunt looked so juicy all he really wanted to do was wallow in it. But his aching cock let him know it was time to make an entrance.
He stood up, and in a single motion, pushed her farther back on the day bed, then flung his body on top of hers. His knees were already between her wide-open thighs, his muscular meat probing, bouncing off one thigh and then the other as it moved closer and closer to her cunt.
Bernadette was impatient to feel his cock inside her. Everything up to this point had been totally unsatisfactory. Perhaps once his prick was inside it would ignite the necessary spark to make her feel attracted to other men. Hell! She had purposely accepted this date with Drew because she knew if she could make it with him, she'd be able to make it with almost any man.
Reaching down with her hand, she grabbed his horny cock and began guiding it closer to her hungering cunt. Christ! She had purposely kept Alvin away from her for more than a week, letting the sex urge inside her build to fantastic heights in the hope it would add to the stimulus and make her come.
Little by little the blunted, rubbery cock-head came closer and closer to her seeping pussy. She was panting, her body tremendously excited, but her mind was unaffected. She could feel Drew's hot poker getting harder and thicker, and she was afraid he'd shoot off too soon, all right. How he managed to keep himself under control was something neither one of them would ever know.
The touch of his expanding cock-head against her pussy-lips should have had her tingling with ecstasy. Hot currents of electricity should have been poised at the entrance to her cunt, waiting to plunge into her when his rampant rod went sliding in. But all she felt was the bumping of his knob, and when it slowly parted her labes, tightly pushing in, she felt a long, thick log being rammed into her cunt, neither exciting her nor hurting her. It was as if an obstruction had suddenly made its way into her. The feeling was more of discomfort than enjoyment.
Her thighs wrapped themselves around his hips, pulling him more snugly into her, stuffing and cramming ever more of his prick into her cunt.
"Fuck me!" she urged, kicking his rump with her heels. "Fuck me!"
Drew slid the rest of his cock into her clinging snatch, feeling new tingling thrills. This was his first cunt, and it was a tight one. Oh, God! Who would ever imagine a cunt would feel this good! Jacking off was nothing compared to this feeling. Jesus! God! What a tight, squirmy, squeezing cunt!
"God, you feel… so… great," he told her, grunting his words out.
"Fuck me, damn you!" she cursed, still kicking his rump, making him move his ass all the more quickly as he began pile driving into her cunt.
Despite the plunging motion of his steaming cock, Bernadette remained almost impassive. There was some physical sensation, fight enough. But there just wasn't that certain something she'd always had with her father and Alvin. It made her wonder if other women felt the same way about men, not realizing their greatest fucks would come from their own immediate family.
Her shoulders dug into the day bed as she threw her weight back and sucked his cock into her hole, unwrapping her calves from around his body and sinking her heels into the mattress. She began bouncing wildly in the hope the speeded-up motion would enhance the feelings inside her. She knew it was having its effect on Drew. He was gasping insanely as he balanced himself on the heels of his hands and his toes in an effort to keep up with her mad thrustings. She could feel the rubbing of his crotch hair against hers, and she knew he could feel it, too, for when their loins came into contact with each other, he shuddered all the more.
Drew leaned forward and sucked on a nipple, letting his tongue and lips pull at it as if it were a strawberry still on the vine. He sucked and chewed, rubbing the juiciness of the stiff bud between his lips. He sucked loudly, then scrunched the nipple between his teeth, chewing and biting as if he intended actually swallowing it.
Physically Bernadette was a scorching mass of fire. Drew's efforts as he pounded his solid meat through her blistering cum made her lower half bounce all the more quickly, as her heels all but tore through the mattress in an effort to lift herself to the heights of passion. But no matter how hard she tried, there was more than a little something missing in her mind. Her puckered asshole bobbed up and down like a floating cork as she spun and squirmed and writhed madly. Heavy juice ran down her inner thighs, falling to the mattress and soaking into it as her swollen cunt-lips tightened themselves around his probing meat. The sweet, rounded contours of her ass flattened momentarily each time they came crashing down on the bed while her raging cunt continued working its way around his plunging cock, slurping on it, pulling it ever deeper inside.
Drew's fingers now sank into the round, creamy softness of her butt as he began to bite and pull at her nipple.
"Oh, God!" he whimpered, letting the mashed words fall from his mouth. "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come…"
"Hold off!" she begged. "Hold off just a few seconds. I feel something inside me, too."
"I can't stop it," he whimpered, pounding his cock ever harder into her grinding cunt. "I can't… stop… iiittt!"
"J-Just a fewwww seconds… more…"
It was all physical as far as Bernadette was concerned, but it was no less necessary than had it been total. True her emotions were flat and listless, but her physical self was built to a high peak now and was in need of release.
"Can't… can't… can't… uhhhh… AAAGGHHHHH!! Here it coommess! EEEYAGHHHH!!"
And his pumping, powering cock suddenly blasted a heavy load of burning jism into the depths of her quaking cunt, sending blast after blast of heavy cum flooding her hole.
Bernadette kept pumping her body, pounding viciously against his crotch, raking her nails into his ass, forcing him to shove his meat again and again into the velvet, silken sheath of her cunt as it clutched and sucked and squeezed every last drop of jism from his withering poker.
At the last second a small feeling hit her, but it was as if a pail of water had been dashed against her body when she had been expecting a rainstorm.
Christ! She'd make him fuck her again. This time she would not only get her own rocks off, but would find that lost sensation. Damn it all to hell! She would learn to fuck with men other than those in her family if it killed her!
"Drew," she said, as he pulled out and fell onto the bed beside her. "Before I leave, you're going to give me a good and proper fucking."
Bernadette was really on fire now, in dire need of a good climax. She pushed Drew until his legs were dangling over the edge of the day bed. His limp cock and heavy balls also dangled, but Bernadette would not be put off. Even if that wild, uncontrollable mental surge was missing, her body was on fire, and she intended re-erecting his screw machine, tired though it might have been.
She pressed her tits between his thighs, pushing the nipples between his balls and his thighs, rubbing the hot points up and down, letting his hairy nuts feel the spongy nails rub against them. Then she let one dangling nipple brush across the head of his cock, while she tickled his prick-shaft with her other nipple. Her fingers worked lightly along the underside.
At first, all of Bernadette's efforts seemed fruitless. No matter what she did, it just didn't seem to be enough. One hand reached under him and pressed a finger against his asshole. It made him jump, his first visible reaction to anything she was doing. At least he was alive.
And then his cock began rearing its leaking head little by little. When it was half-hard, she pressed it between the soft, tantalizing flesh of her tits; then she pressed her firm boobs together around the swelling shaft, applying more and more pressure until the hardening rod stretched to its full length. Copious quantities of leaking lubricant now bathed her tits as his heavy prong, fully aroused, stiff and boiling, was once again ready for screwing.
She loomed above him now, pushing him back on the bed, her dark hair flaring around her face, contrasting with the whiteness of her skin. It fell darkly and loosely behind her, though strands fell over her white shoulders, running down the front of her body and blithely, wispily dancing around her pink nipples. The nipples seemed more rigid than ever as her full jugs bounced and swayed as she lowered her seething pussy on his upstanding cock, lancing herself with its length, sucking in her breath, pulling in her belly, expecting wild, uncontrollable sensations at any moment. All she got was hot meat in her cunt.
Drew was trembling under her as her fiery cunt-hole completely swallowed up his slender cock. It was already hotter than an oven, and she could almost feel the prick searing her tender pussy walls. Her twat-lips began nursing strongly on his dick, sucking as if her cunt were actually a mouth. Her round ass-cheeks bounced heavily against his hairy thighs as her seething pussy corkscrewed its way up and down his hot cock. She rotated from side to side as she spiraled up and down, and his prick, hard as it was, felt like a corkscrew inside her as it wound its way through her sucking fuck-tunnel.
Bernadette sat on that lengthy cock one helluva long time, her body doing its best to soak up the sensations she so badly needed but was unable to feel. She rotated her ass again and again, confident in her own ability to fully arouse Drew, and knowing he would not be content until he reached his own second tome. She watched him as he lay there with his eyes closed, letting her do all the work. Occasionally his eyelids opened a bit so he could stare at her bouncing boobs as they shone in the naked, yellow light of the room. Her face was a mixture of many things, twisting and sneering as she strained to reach her own satisfaction.
Something, she wasn't quite sure what, was beginning to be felt somewhere deep inside her. It was a sensation added to the thrusting of the fleshy prick riding way up into her cunt as she bounced again and again on his body, and the manner in which she moved suddenly became increasingly more spasmodic. It was as if her cunt-lips had such a tight grip on his cock that it was about to be pulled out by the root as she wildly pounded up and down on it. The friction had increased to the point where she hardly seemed to be riding up and down the full length of his prick, but rather was tugging it with her as she moved.
She fell forward now, letting her ballooning tits press into his hairy chest and her mouth pressed against his, kissing him madly, sucking his tongue out and into her own mouth, slurping on it as strongly as her cunt slurped on his cock. Her hips were a battering blur as they slammed down against his pelvis. She was desperate for that climax now. Her broiling cunt-hole began expanding a bit more as oil poured out of her, greasing the way for his cock to ride up and down.
Then Bernadette stiffened, falling forward, her mouth open as she screamed, "ARRRGHHHHH!!"
And her squeezing, crushing cunt-lips gave Drew his second orgasm, after which he promptly proceeded to black out.