Barry clamped his hand over her mouth, stilling the sound.
"Hey, you're some kinda hellcat, ain't you?" he said, pressing against her as he tried to hold her mouth and control her arms and legs at the same time. Nancy felt a lump at the front of his clothes and she knew he had a hard-on. At that instant her mind's eye pictured a cock, pictured it as a thick, stiff weapon, wet and hot. God! What was she going to do?
She was in the grip of cold fright such as she'd never known 'before. Then suddenly this changed, cold giving way to heat as Barry clamped his mouth onto hers and his tongue forced its way obscenely between her teeth. At the same time, his hand glided up the front of her body to grasp a round, jutting Ut in his strong hand. He squeezed it through her blouse and bra..
Giddy sensations swamped her brain as her tit involuntarily throbbed under her stepbrother's lustful mauling. Oh, no! she thought desperately. I can't let him touch my tides! This is wrong! But she couldn't seem to do anything about it. He was lying on one of her arms, arid he held the other one down, leaving him a free hand to roam over her at will. She didn't dare kick violently, for fear her skirt would slide up.
He pulled his wet mouth off hers and panted. "Quit fightin' so blamed much! I ain't gonna kill you." He chuckled. "Baby, we could have us a real fine time if you'd just let yourself go."
Then he did something that sent shock waves
slamming through her. He abruptly dipped his hand under her skirt and slithered it up her smooth, warm thighs. It went all the way to her panties, right where the thin nylon was stretched over her cunt mound, and the shock turned into a bail of flame that threatened to consume her completely.
"Nooooo!" she exclaimed, and attempted to push his hand down. But her legs responded to a different urge, easing open as he stroked her nylon panty crotch. His darting fingers caressed her cunt-lips through the filmy cloth, and her cries of protest turned into moans of carnal excitement. Her head tolled. Hey arms went limp.
"You've got a hot little pussy." he whispered.
Nancy fought harder, slapping him across the face and trying to scratching him. But Barry slid his fingers under the elastic legband and when he touched her delicate pussy hairs and soft cunt-lips she received the strongest jolt of excitement yet. Once more, her resistance ebbed.
He violated her moist, heated slit with the tips of his fingers and her brain reeled. Nancy knew she had to but she couldn't seem to galvanize her muscles into, action. She felt weak and loose. Yet the saline kind of tension she'd felt of late was now building in her nervous system, demanding release.
She whimpered as Barry fingered her tense clitoris, sending sharp, hot impulses racing through her. It was as if she were caught in thick, oozing quicksand, immobilizing her resistance and pulling her down.
Her stepbrother withdrew his hand from her panties, giving her momentary reprieve. However, he immediately began to unbutton her blouse.
"Don't… please don't… " she heard herself murmur. But he paid no attention and kept right on, opening her blouse completely. He pulled it out from under the waistband of her skirt.
Now it was simply a matter of twisting her supple young body and wrenching open the hooks of her bra. Nancy felt her tits surge forward in sudden freedom, and this shocked her into a new burst of resistance. She struck at him.
But when Barry pulled the slack cups off her round, quivering tits and wrapped his hands around those silken mounds, again her resistance gave way. She felt terribly degraded as his rough hands mauled her delicate tits. This was sinful. It was wrong yet the sensations that swept through her body were ones of warmth and exquisite delight! Nancy couldn't understand herself. This was like her obscene nightmares all over again, only much worse!
"Sweet baby… " Barry moaned. "Hey, you're really something.
He was punishing her tits, squeezing and twisting them. His fingertips concentrated on her thrillingly stiff pink nipples, rolling them and tugging them upward. Her stepbrother bent his head and she felt his hot mouth surround one of the tingling buds. His tongue stroked it moistly, then his lips sucked it up.
Her nipple danced in his wet, warm mouth,
buffeted by his tongue and washed by his syrupy saliva, She'd never felt such thrills! They were unbelievable!:
"Yes! Yes!" she moaned unwillingly.
Barry straightened up at last, his face flushed. Strands of light-brown hair were dangling across his forehead. He grinned.
"Now I've got something to show you," he said. Nancy seemed to see him through a- cloud as he opened the front of his Levi's, reached inside and brought out his cock., he immediately slid the foreskin back off its bulling prick-head, and she gazed at what appeared to be a thick, rosy arrow sticking out of his open fly.
"Noooo. Oooohhh, nooooooo" she said again, but now her protest was only a hoarse murmur as she stared spellbound at his big thick prick.
He carried her hand to his cock, and she wrapped her trembling fingers around the strong, handsome shaft. A drop of clear lubricant oozed out of the piss-hole and washed down over the bulbous cock-head.. She felt the throb of his hot young prick. It was an unbelievable sensation, giving her chills of wicked delight. She wanted to pet and stroke her stepbrother's cock, but at the same time something inside her sounded an alarm.
He waited to see what his stepsister would do. But he quickly drew her hand back, the sudden motion causing his cock to sway jerkily to and fro.
"If you don't want to play with it, I figure I'll have to put it to work." he said, then quickly pulled her skirt up around her waist.
He touched her belly through her shimmering pink panties, then carefully took hold of the dainty garment at both sides, gathering the filmy cloth in his hands. He tugged, and her panties began to slide down, exposing her navel, her delicately rounded tummy, then the first wisps of her blonde pussy curls. Unlike her mother, Nancy was fair-skinned, golden-haired.
Gazing down and seeing this happen watching her panties slide away somehow gave Nancy the strength she'd been lacking. It was as if she knew that if she didn't stop him now, she never would be able to.
Summoning up all her moral and physical resources, she began to fight fiercely. Barry caught only the merest glimpse of the slit which nestled amid the forest of blonde cunt curls before him, and she frantically tugged her panties up around her hips once more and struggled to her feet.
"Hey, wait!" Barry yelled in surprise. "Come back!"
But Nancy was already running across the barn towards the door. Her skirt had dropped to conceal her thighs, but her tits bobbed naked between the flapping edges of her blouse.
Barry sat where he was and sadly watched her escape. He wasn't about to use force, not real force if she didn't want to fuck. But he knew there would be another time. Her body had wanted to screw him even if her puritanical morals hadn't. And his pretty stepsister was worth waiting for.
He gripped his stiff pecker and fingered it idly as
he recalled the thrills of the last few minutes touching her juicy little cunt; fondling her firm, resilient tits; the glimpses he'd had of her nipples, her golden pussy curls, precious slit.
His cock throbbed harder in her encircling hand.
He gazed down at it and decided he might as well do what he felt like doing; otherwise he would remain hung up all dat It was no fun riding horseback with a pair of aching balls!
Barry settled back in the straw and closed his eyes. Summoning up a vision of Nancy as she'd been just moments before her tits and cunt wantonly exposed, her mouth panting hotly he began to stroke his iron-hard prick in a businesslike fasbion. As the moistly clinging foreskin worked up and down on his super-sensitive shaft, voluptuous emotions flooded his consciousness stimulating as all hell were the erotic image of the girl he'd just tried to fuck.