Gerald removed his tongue for the briefest interval, having noticed that the girl's clitty had become hard and protuberant from the friction of his unshaved cheeks. The tiny organ had filled with blood, turning dark purple and swelling to twice its normal size. It seemed as sensitive as his own prick, which at that point continued to throb against her shapely legs.
He experimented with Donna's clitoris, knowing that the girl was past the point of protest. The little flap of flesh grew larger under his careful ministrations. Soon Gerald was working it over fearlessly, occasionally allowing himself to bite into the incredibly sweet flesh. Instinctively he knew that the better he pleased Donna, the better she would eventually put out for him.
Donna reached down and held her brother's head in place with surprisingly strong hands. Every muscle in her magnificent, pubescent body was taut and on edge as she felt herself being carried to the verge of ecstasy. If only Gerald could fill her cunt and stimulate her clitty simultaneously, it would be sheer, unalloyed paradise.
Gerald soon decided that he had done as much as possible to stimulate his sister's erect pink clitoris. He lowered his head and stuck his tongue into Donna's pussy again, surprised by the copious flow of her vaginal fluids. The girl's cunt seemed to draw his tongue in with a strength completely out of proportion to the slender delicacy of her young body.
He found that it was easy to massage Donna's clitty with his right forefinger as his tongue continued its slow progress into the deepest recesses of her pussy. His own lust was almost forgotten for the moment as Gerald sensed the nearness of Donna's orgasm. He didn't understand women completely, but with his sister inexperience hardly seemed to matter.
Donna's eyes opened slightly but saw nothing. She was floating on a cloud and walking on a bed of nails simultaneously. Each stroke of her brother's tongue amazed her, opening new vistas of pleasure and lust. Was it possible for him to know her every secret, to control her body completely as he seemed to be doing? It was terrifying for Donna to lose control of herself but that too only seemed to increase the girl's needs and desires.
Donna wrapped her fingers in her brother's reddish blond hair, focusing her eyes on his deltoid and back muscles. The boy's head was bobbing up and down over her cunt. He was experimenting again, trying out all sorts of different strokes. Donna was tempted to tell him that it didn't matter, that every single thing he did was moving her closer and closer to her ultimate release.
Donna threw her head back onto the pillow, her cheeks tickled by the strands of her long blonde hair. Her eyes were glossed over with pleasure, every cell in her body tingled with anticipation of her climax. Donna felt herself turning into a woman as her brother slaved beneath her, totally devoted to her pleasure. It was her due. She was young, beautiful and passionate, like a girl from a movie magazine. Only Gerald had been perceptive enough to appreciate her merits.
To all intents and purposes, Donna's analysis was not incorrect. Her beauty was undeniable, her sensuality was being proved with every passing moment. And Gerald was more than happy to serve her pleasure. Of course to a purpose. Later, when the girl was fully satiated it would be his turn. Then the real fun would begin for Gerald Judge.
Gerald flicked his tongue around the entrance of his sister's moist, dewy quire. He alternated between fast and slow strokes, smiling inwardly when a particularly devastating motion would cause his sister to moan piteously and cross her ankles frantically around his incessantly bobbing head.
But now it was time to bring things to a conclusion. He worked his tongue in as deep as it would go, feeling the juices flow generously over his cheeks and nose. Gerald cupped his hands under his sister's firm buttocks, momentarily shocked into desire by the sweet smoothness of the lithe, taut globes. Ignoring his lust, Gerald worked double time, letting his index finger enter half an inch into Donna's pulsating asshole.
A few more strokes of his probing tongue brought Gerald's little sister to the first climax of her life. Donna felt her entire body start to heave and contract. Then all movement was localized in her cunt as her limbs stiffened in unbearable suspense. Her vaginal sphincter clamped down powerfully, making it impossible for Gerald to withdraw his tongue.
Donna hung agonized in limbo for another second and then experienced an explosion that seemed to dissolve every cell in her madly writhing body. Pussy juice seemed to cascade out of her palpitating fuck hole. One contraction followed another, each more powerful and moving than its predecessor. "Aaaaahhh, God, oooohhh," she wailed. Seconds later it was over, all but the lingering heat that seemed to irritate every square inch of Donna's flushed skin. She released her brother's head, her fingers stiff from the effort of grasping him. Then she let out a deep sigh and subsided gracefully into the mattress, as if ready to drop off into the sleep of the just.
CHAPTER TWO
Gerald Judge watched his sister sleeping for a few minutes, trying to understand his feelings towards the girl. Gerald wasn't a completely inexperienced young man where sex was concerned. His good looks and lithe physique had stood him in good stead over the past two years. Even now, when his thoughts should have been fixated on Donna, he could not help thinking about other women.
There was Judy, for example. Judy Jeffers, the first girl he had ever fucked. He had met Judy outside the local high school, had struck up a conversation with the girl and then asked her for a date. Their first evening together had been frustrating, but the second time Judy had shown him that she was more than willing to complete the handsome lad's sexual education.
It was so easy to sink onto the bed beside Donna and remember that happy afternoon when he had lost his virginity. He had borrowed the family car for the day and had met Judy in town, suggesting a drive into the country, Judy had been hesitant at first but it was all a game. An hour after meeting, they had parked the car and started walking into the forest, looking for a convenient locale for the consummation of their relationship.
"We might as well stop here," Gerald had suggested, finding a grassy copse. "I don't think anyone will bother us here."
The two youngsters sat down together under the shade of an elm tree, not having much to talk about. Both were after the same thing, and Gerald knew that he had only to play his cards right. Judy sat quietly beside him, evidently waiting for the lad to make his move. They were of the same mind towards one another.
But Gerald had waited a few minutes, admiring Judy's beauty, savoring the moments of anticipation. Judy looked especially good that day, dressed in a short skirt, tight sweater and sandals, her brunette hair pinned back from her oval face. She was wearing no bra and her tits moved provocatively as he watched her.
Finally Gerald took matters into his hands, wrapping his arm around the girl's shoulder and drawing her to him. He kissed Judy on the lips, delighted at the way the girl opened her mouth to receive him. Unlike the other girls he knew, Judy was not going to be coy or coquettish. She wanted him and he wanted her and things were going to be very easy.
But Gerald could not help being nervous about his lack of sexual experience. He had fooled around with enough girls but felt sure that Judy had gone all the way already. She was a year older than himself and simply too good looking and sexy to still be a virgin. That was out of the question.
Soon he had overcome his fears, reaching down to fondle the girl's tantalizing tits. The flesh was firm and smooth under her blouse. Judy was warm and soft and it was a pleasure to hear her breath coming short and fast. Obviously she was ready for anything, was going to let him do whatever he wanted.