Brad Harris - The brother lover

That was the way she'd be someday, too, Angie thought. Someday she'd be having men constantly. Until then, though, she'd have to be satisfied with cunny-sucking and playing with her pussy. At least she would so long as her parents kept her at this stupid girls' school.

"You still here?" Miss Stokes asked as she opened the door and discovered her young student just shutting off the stereo.

"Just leaving," Angie answered over her shoulder.

"Make it quick, then," the tall brunette teacher answered. "Otherwise you won't have time to shower before dinner."

The older female smiled at the swinging rump which left the studio. Yes indeed, she thought, her young student certainly needed a shower before dinner. With all the smell of cunt about her, she had better shower well. Angie was about the hottest little number she'd taught in years. That young lady, Miss Stokes remarked to herself, had damn well better get her ass screwed off over the summer vacation.

The delicious little blonde, sprinting across the campus to the shower, felt the same way about it.

I really hit it lucky this year, Gloria thought as she watched her room-mate slipping her blouse off and revealing those luscious tits.

The slender upperclassman felt regret that she was graduating and would not be able to share a room with Angie next year. She would not share a room with the blonde, nor would she have nightly access to the fantastic body that had developed during the last months. She watched the bra come off and be tossed carelessly over a chair. Angie's tits seemed to leap forward at the freedom from restriction.

Angie caressed her pride and joy lovingly, her fingers stroking beneath them and around them. She cupped and cuddled them, then turned and wrinkled her nose at Gloria.

"You really did a job on them, Gloria," she laughed. "I'd about given up ever having more than a B-cup."

"You didn't have that much before we started on the exercises," the redhead answered. "Yes, I have to admit that we have made quite a stacked little broad out of you."

She watched the skirt softly drop to the floor and smiled as Angie slipped her hose down over firm hips and long, lean legs. Angie always complained about the school requirement of hose at dinner, almost as much as she bitched about being required to wear a bra.

"Now I feel better," the pert blonde announced as she spun about the room clad only in her brief blue panties. The whisper-thin material hid nothing, only giving a sheen over the light-brown hair fleecing her cunt. Angie stretched herself luxuriously and twirled her compact body in front of the window.

"Think anyone might be out there to see me?" she asked.

"Not yet," Gloria laughed. "Wait until it gets dark. Then you ought, to be able to count on an audience."

Ever since they were cautioned about Peeping Toms back in February, Angie had routinely displayed herself in front of the window with the drapes opened. The house-mother constantly complained and came in every night to personally close the drapes and scold the girls about their recklessness.

The blonde pouted and walked over to lounge across her bed. Her room-mate shook her head, smiling. She had enjoyed watching Angie's growing pride in her body. She was amused at the blonde's terrible desire to have some boy see her.

It did not seem possible that such a hot little number could still be a virgin. Not for long, though, Gloria knew. First chance Angie got, she'd have a wet cock pumping in her hot little box. Still, it did seem odd that the opportunity hadn't come for her yet. Too protected by her family, Gloria decided.

The older girl had not been that protected. She was not still a virgin either. She patted her cunt affectionately. A lot of good cock had gone in there. As soon as she got home for the summer, a lot more would get into her. She'd spotted a new boy in town during Easter vacation whom she planned to screw within a week. She never doubted that she could get him. She'd never failed yet. Her tits might not be as large as Angie's but her ass was something special.

Gloria had been frightened the first time she was fucked. She wasn't quite prepared for the roughness with which the boy popped her cherry. Still, though, there had been something exciting about that first time.

She had slipped off to meet the boy. Her parents had forbidden her to have anything to do with him. They kit he was much too old and had quite a bad reputation. Gloria had met him anyway, one Saturday afternoon. No other girls her age had boy friends with cars. He had driven out into the country and parked. She let him kiss her like he always did. His hands slipped over her young tits, although he usually tried, except this time he did not feel them gently. This time he grabbed hold of them while his kisses became more demanding. He grabbed them in his hands and mashed them roughly, then twisted them about while he tongued her thoroughly.

Before Gloria realized it, he was reaching inside her blouse and feeling inside her bra. She struggled away from him, but he caught her by the arm and pulled her back. His face was red. His breath came in gasps. She watched the flare of his nostrils. She saw the fire in his eyes.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Nothing yet," he answered gruffly. "I'm not doing anything yet, but I'm going to fuck you before we go back to town."

The word flustered her. Sure, even at thirteen she knew what it meant. At least, she knew something about what it meant. Mostly, though, it was just a dirty word that the kids used. Now, hearing it like this, it seemed so threatening.

"I d-don't think I want to," she stammered.

"You don't have anything to say about it," he told her. "You've wagged that ass of yours in front of me too many times for me to miss this chance to screw you."

"Look!" he commanded her as he pulled her face forward toward his pants. "Look how, you've worked me up already."

She stared at the huge bulge in his pants. She tightened as he cupped the swollen mass with his other hand.

"You get my cock hard like this, you get what you've been begging for," he said curtly, then unzipped his pants. "See it! Here, feel how hard my prick is."

He made her take his hard-on in her hand. He made her take his stiff cock and rub the skin back and forth along it. She sat and held his cock, feeling the heat in it while he opened her blouse and played beneath her bra. She began to enjoy the way the skin slipped back and forth on his rod as he pulled her bra loose and began to paw and kiss about her tits. She took her hand off his pulsing cock in fright when he reached up her skirt and pulled her panties down.

"Get my cock back in your hands," he ordered. "You'd better be glad I don't make you give me a blow-job. That'll come later. Right now I'm too worked up. Just keep that cock occupied till I get your pussy ready for it."

His hands were at her cunt, fingering about it. Suddenly she felt excitement soar in her as he found the button of her clitoris and began to tease it. Gloria felt the moisture in her cunt as his hands played more intensely. She felt small jerks in his heated cock matching the clawing demands of his hands.

"Damn, you've got a nice pussy," he told her. "No wonder I've been so hot for you all these weeks."

"Please," she begged, "I'm afraid."

"Nothing to fear," he assured her. "You're gonna get fucked like every girl sooner or later gets it. I'm going to fuck you, fuck that sweet ass of yours right off. Tomorrow I'll fuck you again, and the day after that. I'll keep on fucking you till you like it as much as I do."

He pulled her beneath him and, in the cramped front seat of the car, struggled to get his cock against the opening of her pussy.

"Get your legs open, dammit," he breathed, "More you fight, the more it'll hurt."