Steve didn't seem to notice her teasing comments. His eyes were fascinated by what he couldn't see under her scanty panties. He watched the round globes of her ass move, tantalizing his mind with the slow, bouncing motion, as she walked to the closet. Her breasts strained to pop out of the confinement of the bra, when she reached up for her robe.
"How about a quickie?" he asked in almost a pleading voice.
"I'm on a self-imposed diet," she sighed, turning to face him. "No male meat."
"Is anything wrong?"
"No. I was told it does wonders for you."
"Sounds crazy to me," he said, juggling the stiffness in his pants to a more comfortable position.
Penny saw the move her brother made, watched the bulge shift in his pants, and saw the hungry look in his eyes.
"Who am I kiddin'?" she said with a laugh, reaching back to undo her bra. "Your place or mine?"
"I'll never make the trip back to my place," Steve answered, already pulling off his shirt.
Penny jumped on the bed, bouncing on her knees and watching her brother struggle anxiously out of his clothes. And Steve was staring right back, watching her bouncing breasts, anticipating the feel of quivering nipples that would soon be his. He struggled quickly out of his clothes, hands trembling, going limp and breathless for her now. Then he saw the eager expression of her face as his prick planked out from his shorts in full ripe view, her hot-tranced eyes fixed hypnotically on the fat and fruity knob that would be charging at her in a minute. The fumbling finally ended and he was out of his clothes, making a dash for the bed and what was under those brief panties.
"Not so fast, big brother. I want more than just a fast fuck," she screeched, bouncing out of his reach and laughing. "I want you to show off that big prick of yours."
Steve stood at the side of the bed and stared at her in complete bewilderment. He didn't quite understand what it was she wanted. A glance at his standing cock, her face, then back to the cock, still didn't give him the picture.
"Play with it, silly. I want to see you squeeze it, pull it, and make it blow up."
"Hey, come on, let's stop all this fuckin' around and fuck around," Steve said, starting to get on the bed again.
"No deal. Play with it or no cookie," she teased.
Steve stood up straight, reached down with his right hand and began an uninspired imitation of jacking-off. But he felt foolish and annoyed at the request. Especially when he could see his reflection in the mirror. But Penny's eyes strained with wild delight at the sight of the mushroom head ballooning bigger and bigger, harder and harder. This is the meat she had dreamed about all weekend, she told herself, breathing in gasping pants at the sight of it now, just inches away and dying to get in that mushy cunt and blast its fury up her in-sides.
Finally Penny gave him the signal to join her on the bed, but he hesitated. He was pissed-off at the little game she'd made him play. The little bitch is so damned sure she's gonna get it, he thought, that I'll play the tease now. Make her crawl for it.
Slowly, Penny moved to a sitting position, sensing that her brother's feeling had been hurt by her teasing. When she was sitting with her feet pointing straight toward him, she slowly spread her legs, her tongue coming out to circle her mouth as if tasting the head of his manly spear. And he was growing weaker. His eyes were fixed on the dampness in the crotch of her panties, nostrils flexing to pick up the fragrance, eyeing that hidden cove, waiting for it to snap at him.
"I want that big cock of yours, Steve. In my cunt, filling me with throbbing fat meat."
Cautiously, Steve began to crawl onto the bed. He didn't want any more threats or foolish games. Just that fully developed body, with heaving tits and longing cunt. He carefully reached for her panties – expecting an order – slowly slid them down her legs, little by little, gawking at the golden fleece that would soon part from the thrust of his weapon.
Once her panties were off, Penny moved down to the head of his towering cock. She wanted to smell it first, taste it, but only briefly. Then let it do its job on the walls of her longing cunt. Her brother stared in amazement as she touched the divine rod with the gentlest touch, kissing the knob of it with a soft brushing of her lips, while breathing the man-smell of it.
"You act like you're all hopped up," Steve said in a cautious tone.
"I am hopped up. But not the way you think," she answered, never taking her eyes off his stretched tight cock, and moving as though it was all in slow motion. "I'm high on the fragrance of a real, live, throbbing cock. And the knowledge of where it's going and how it's gonna feel."
"What the hell happened over the weekend?" he demanded.
"It's not what happened, so much, as what didn't happen. And I didn't have one of these juicy, ripe, belly-tickling cocks. But I wanted one so bad it hurt."
Steve moved between her legs and pressed her back to the bed, where she remained motionless, watching and waiting. It made him feel uneasy. This wasn't like her. She seemed to be acting so strange. Slowly, he brought his tumescent muscle to the entrance of her cunt, guiding it with his hand and watching her face. The mere touch of the head against her burning cunt-lips twisted her face into a painful expression.
"Oohhhh… oohhhh…" she groaned, writhing slightly at the first touch. "Oohhhh…" she gulped, as the head parted the lips and peeked inside. In a little more it moved… "Ahhhh… ohhhhh… don't move it… don't move it… ohhh… ohhh."
The sight of her writhing body was almost too much to resist, but he held his prong at the entrance and waited for her to reach a climax. A climax! he thought. Before it's in!
"Mmmmmm…" she sighed with relief, breathing heavy and fast. "Now fuck me. Fuck me like you never fucked before."
The feel of his spear-head driving up the soft walls of her insides was the most glorious sensation she could remember. How tight she fit around it, she thought, opening wider and wider to get it all in, rotating her hips to feel it swish around her insides.
"How's that?" Steve growled. "Or do you want more?"
"All of it… I want all of it."
Another plunge of the blunt-nosed piston, driving more meat into the empty cove, seated the full shaft. And Steve was alive from the power that was now his. Only the ache in his balls reminded him that a moment would come when he'd lose his strength and all the power and might that was now his, and it would all drain from him. But for the present, he was in command.
Penny met his plunging, driving cock with equally hard bounces, to meet it with as much force as possible. It occupied her whole body. Her whole mind. It was where it belonged, satisfying the need it was created for… her need. She dug her nails into Steve's back, wrapped her legs around his hips, driving him as deep as possible with her heels.
"Mmmmmm… mmmm… aaahhhh," she cried in his ear, letting him know she was on her second orgasm. "More, Steve, more."
Sonofabitch! Steve screamed to himself, pumping his flexing muscle in and out with all his might, feeling that rumble in his balls signaling the big explosion. While one hand squeezed like hell on a tit, the other hand was under her ass, digging at her flesh for leverage, lifting her to meet each plunge.
"Here it comes…" he whispered breathlessly. "Are you ready for it?"
"Ready," Penny cooed, feeling the heaving muscle jerk in the depths of her stomach. "Give me all you've got."
There was an explosion that reached up to her brain; her insides flooding with his cool juices, the cream mixing with her own fluids and stinging delightfully. She lifted her thighs to meet every throbbing thrust, sucking with all her strength. This is what she missed. The one ingredient that was left out of all those other sex experiences. The flush of come on the walls of her aching insides. The quenching waters that flooded the raging fire.