First Time For Sister
Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - Growing up on the farm she never knew what real life was like until she met him.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Consensual Romantic NonConsensual Blackmail Interracial Black Male White Female First Size Novel-Pocketbook
For a long time after her stepmother had bawled her out for riding home with Hanson, Billie-Ann just sat on her bed, too angry even to look at the dirty pictures she'd sneaked in. Billie had never liked her stepmother much anyway and now she decided that the haggy old woman was out to get her.
Of course she shouldn't have been with Hanson like that, but he'd been nice enough and no harm had come of it. Nora's anger made her want to rebel against the old woman's prejudices. Their family had lived near Hanson's folks for years. It seemed wrong somehow, Billie thought, for Nora to blame her for something as innocent as getting a lift home.
And there was something else that made Billie feel that her step-mother had been unfair to Hanson. Hanson Allen had actually told her she was pretty! Oh, he was colored and all that, but he did say it and nobody had told Billie anything so nice since her daddy had left a long time before. She blushed from thinking about it and only wished that Hanson hadn't caught her peeking at the crotch of his jeans.
After a while, Billie felt better and went over to stand in front of the cracked mirror on her dresser. She fluffed her long hair out, then hooked it behind her ears, turning first one way and then the other... pleased with the way it looked. Is that what Hanson had seen in her? The short turned-up nose and gay blue eyes? The freckles and wide, full mouth all curvy at the corners? Billie smiled into the mirror and her cheeks dimpled cutely. Then she blushed red at how she was thinking about Hanson, and quickly turned away.
When she saw the paperback Jed had loaned her she suddenly remembered the colored photographs inside. With everything happening the way it had that morning, she'd almost forgotten how badly she'd wanted them. And they were hers to keep now. A thrill rose in her chest as she sat on the edge of the mattress and snapped the rubber band off.
The first photo caught her attention again; then she studied the second, amazed at how brave the woman was to actually put her mouth over a man's penis. The third one was new to her, though, and when she took a look her head went all dizzy and light feeling. The red-headed woman was lying backward across the bed the way she'd been while the man had his thing in her, but this time the man was on his knees between her legs.
Billie stared again, swallowing rapidly. He was holding the lips of the woman's cunt apart and licking the shiny wet parts with his tongue. A lot of strange things went through Billie- Ann's mind, but there was one she kept coming back to. How did it feel to the woman to have her cunt licked like that? This was only one photo. Maybe the man was doing other things with his tongue, too. Trembling a little, she looked at the two remaining pictures. One showed the man standing up with his hands cupped under the redhead's ass to hold her up. It looked as if his cock were deep inside the woman, and her legs were wrapped behind the small of his back.
Billie-Ann sighed and looked at the last photo. Another wave of excitement coursed through her chest. The couple was hunkered over each other, ass to head, the man with his face buried in the redhead's crevice and his cock completely out of sight in her mouth.
"Gosh!" she breathed flipping back to the picture showing the girl getting her cunt licked. All of them were good, but that one seemed to thrill her the most. Maybe because never in her life had she imagined that a man might want to put his mouth down there where a girl was so... messy.
Billie hid the pictures safely away, then stretched out on her bed. She knew that as soon as Nora wasn't lurking around, she'd have to find some panties and put them on. It was lucky her stepmother didn't know she'd given a pair away to Jed for the pictures, or she'd have been tanned alive. It felt nice having her shorts on without panties, though... and kind of sexy, too.
The front screen door slammed and Billie went to her window to peek out. Nora was striding out toward the woods with a couple of buckets swinging at her sides. She'd be going to pick berries, Billie knew, and it would be an hour before she got back.
Yawning lazily, she skinned out of her shorts and crossed to the dresser to find a fresh pair of undies, but the reflection of her nakedness stopped her. The hair on her mound wasn't anywhere near as thick as the red curls of the woman in the pictures. In fact, Billie could easily see the little crevice of her cunt through the fine, light-colored fluff. Would a man really want to kiss a girl there? she wondered. Maybe he had just done it for the picture... maybe no one acted like that in real life. But the idea still tantalized and puzzled her.
Giving a little sigh Billie tossed a hip out at herself in the mirror, then walked back to the bed twirling the fresh pair of panties on one finger. Every added minute she was undressed it became harder to pull the silken covering up over her pubes, until finally she tossed the panties down on her bed and stretched out bare-assed against the itchy wool of the blanket.
"Please, Jesus," she prayed, "I shouldn't do this..." But it was like stopping a broken dam with a cork. Already she could feel the oily mess just inside the puffed little lips of her cunt, and when finally she could bear the excitement of being nude no longer, Billie plunged the fingers of one hand knuckle-deep in her juice. In an instant she found the nubbin of her clit, and her fingers filled it with new life. The hot little piece of flesh rose from the gushiness and stiffened a little while Billie petted herself and writhed. Her thoughts were on the red-haired woman, thighs spread so the man could lick her.
With another breathy gasp, Billie skinned her T-shirt off and reveled in the sensuous freedom of her skin. All her life, nakedness had been its own kind of naughtiness, but she wondered how something that Nora called naughty could feel so good. It was wonderful not to have one single stitch of clothing on her body to hide it. She could touch herself almost anywhere. She could feel the bed against her naked back and buttocks... and it felt nice!
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