He trembled. She had been reading his mind, she wanted more than just a lot of silly conversation and dancing in the sand.
A moment later they were walking along a vacant stretch of sand. Nancy had her handbag, just in case. She was shivery with excitement, she was finally alone with her new date, she was away from Steve and his unnatural appeal. She fit her hand in his hand and led him to an old log resting in a small grassy area. They sat down.
"What's the matter, Nancy?" he said, not making any passes. "I'm too old for you, is that it?"
"Ohh, no!" she examined. "Honest. I really do like Toni, we're close friends, but she sure giggles and shows off a lot…"
"I understand," he said, his left arm sliding lightly around her waist. "You're more grown up than she is. I could see that right away."
Nancy turned, trembling. His eyes searched her face, she opened her lips, her heart thudding. She had had a wet pussy ever since she had noticed that Toni and Steve were fondling each other in the back seat, but she had to stop thinking about her brother!
"You're one hell of a nice, beautiful girl, Nancy," Carl said, tightening his left arm on her waist. Her right thigh warmed against his left leg, she slipped both her arms around his neck and shuddered.
"Oh, I love hearing that, Carl!" she breathed. "But I'm not very nice…"
"Hell, I've got eyes," he said, his mouth moving closer to her lips.
I'm not turned on the way I was with Steve! she thought, washes of guilt sweeping her being. It's more like it was with Henry – except I still had my cherry! Maybe it doesn't mean that much to Carl, but it does to me!
"Kiss me!" she breathed.
He trembled, his mouth brushed gently across her lips, his tongue flirted out. She spread her lips wide, tilted her head and let him slide his sexy probe into her mouth. Ohhh, it was good! She needed it! She craved a normal relationship with a man, he was everything that a girl could want, good-looking and successful and obviously very experienced.
But yesterday and before that I was fucking my brother and going out of my mind, she thought. I was a filthy bitch in heat, shouting and kicking around like a nympho.
She clutched at Carl, her tongue coiling across his, tingly thrills shooting down to her cunt. They were not wild and fierce, but they soothed her need, made her feel confident of her charms, her femininity. Carl was like a life jacket when she was drowning, she needed him to wipe away the evil inside her!
His mouth started to draw away, but she kept her tongue snaking into his lips and mouth, hating to break the sensuous contact. Finally their lips broke apart, he slid his right hand up her belly toward her breasts. She half turned eagerly, arching her boobies out.
"Say, you're something, Nancy," he murmured.
"I needed that!" she breathed. "I hope you have more for me…"
He chuckled. "Hell of a lot more, Nancy. Hey, relax. Flirt with me, beautiful. Be yourself."
God! she thought. I believe he knows – and that he understands and likes me, anyway! I adore him for not rushing me, I really do!
She drew him close and whispered in his ear. "I have to tell you one thing right now, Carl. I'm not a virgin…"
She felt his tremble. He drew her away and looked at her. "What the hell? Do you think I am? I don't care, see? These small towns are murder. I was raised in one. You're a beautiful, lovely girl. We all get tempted. Forget it, understand? Don't think about it!"
A rush of gratitude welled up inside her. She shivered and caught his mouth with hers, she stroked her tongue swiftly in and out. His right hand slipped up to her breasts, he cradled one in his hand, his fingers very clever, testing and teasing her covered nipple. The thrills were getting better, richer.
Don't think about it! she said. I looked at Steve too much on the way up here, he does KNOW! I got all flushed when Steve started playing with Toni's breasts, he saw it. He's guessed my awful secret! He knows I was at fault, too, because a girl does the picking. Steve could never have gotten in my panties if I had said "no".
She swerved her mouth away, her lips puffy and warm, her tongue still hungry, her clit starting to rise between her cuntlips.
"You're a wonderful person, Carl!" she breathed against his throat. "Help me, will you?"
"Hell, yes, you beautiful young thing, you," he muttered thickly. "Relax, now. We're going to have a fine picnic, you concentrate on me."
She shuddered. He knew that she needed more time to turn on good, she liked the feel of him, his nearness, her pussy was getting very interested in prick! But this was not the time or place, even though she was sure that Steve and Toni were probably already fucking…
"Oh, will I ever!" she giggled, arching her breast more firmly into the cup of his hand. "If I get too silly, spank my ass, will you?"
He laughed. "That's better! Look, next time we'll go alone, if you want to. Maybe into Spokane."
"Oh, yes!" she breathed. "I'd love that, honest."
"Okay," he grinned, releasing her breast. He stood up. "Come on, let's swim. I think they want to be alone for a while…"
"Right," she laughed. "Quite a while!"
Steve stretched out on the blanket that he and Toni had spread up in the concealing bushes, away from the open beach. She sank lithely down at his left, vibrant, eager, her green eyes warm with excitement.
"Aren't they nice, taking a walk so we can have some picnic fun, honey?" she giggled, reaching boldly for his swim trunks.
"Yeah," he grinned, wishing to hell that he could feel as turned on as she was. The two wild, incestuous fuck sessions with Nancy had left a mark inside him. He was getting a hard-on, Toni was still the most beautiful chick in town, he could use some pussy, but all that he could think about was what Carl Nash was doing with his voluptuous, sexy sister…
Two beers had not washed the guilt away. He wanted to fuck Nancy again, in spite of all that they had said the day before. Sonofabitch. Toni expected a good fuck, they had not been alone for several days. She had just started really liking cock, she could hardly keep her hands away from it.
"Hey, what's the matter, big man?" Toni giggled, sliding in close, her fingers shaping the swell of his prick inside his swim trunks. "Big opportunity! This pussy needs a good working over!"
"Right on," he grinned, shaking some of the evil fantasy he had been carrying about his gorgeous sister. "Been quite a while, huh?"
"Ohhhh, shit!" she breathed. "Too long, honey." She unfastened her mini-halter and arched her beautiful, pointy breasts at him.
He raised up, a surge of need sweeping his crotch. He pushed her over on her back and leaned above her, his right hand gliding down between her long, shapely thighs. He caressed the soft, warm flesh near her cunt and lowered his head to her stiff-nippled, lightly pinked breasts. Not as big or as shapely as Nancy's, but very terrific and sexy. As he licked a cone-peak and pressed her pussymound, she shivered, opening her legs very wide.
"Ohhhh, that's better, honey!" she breathed, caressing his shoulders, lifting her hips against his hand. "I've had a hard-on all day!"
"Oh, thinking about my prick, huh?" he chuckled.
"Nummy!" she giggled. "Say, you haven't been sneaking out with some other chick, have you?"
He shuddered. She was really too naive to suspect what had really happened, but she was coming too damned close. She could tell that he was not as wild to get his cock in her as he had been before.
"Hell, no, beautiful," he lied easily. "Bad day at work." He had to have some excuse.
"Oh, I'm sorry, honey!" she gushed. "I'll give you some nice hot pussy and make you feel better!"
He nodded, concentrating on her swelling breasts. The pink nipples were stiffening delightfully, her cheeks were flushed, she was breathing faster. She reached down again to his crotch and fondled his cocklump. His knob was starting to ache, he was getting a good bone-on. Toni would expect a good gush of hot cumjuice before the evening was over; he hoped to hell that he could muster up enough passion.