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.
