Brad Harris - The brother lover

They knew each other well, these two room-mates. Each could anticipate the other's movements. Their, loving was like a dance, a passionate sexual dance. Each slipped a hand behind the other and began to cuddle a rump. Each set of fingers slipped between a dramatic cleavage to play at a sensitive asshole. The sensual lips of the blonde met the exotic lips of the redhead and a pair of tongues played with one another through the cavities of both mouths.

Angie felt the sparks of joy shooting through her tits as she slipped her finger into the dainty bung of her friend. She felt the tissue about her own asshole open to receive the finger which slipped in there. Fingers played round in each ass. Fingers stroked about in each cunt. Tit brushed against tit, nipple flicked over nipple, lips and tongues and hair and cunt-juice merged as the slender young bodies twisted passionately together.

Each knew the other well. Each anticipated the other completely. In perfect harmony the bodies separated a moment. Angie slipped about on the soft blue flowers of the sheet and eased her face down along a pair of glistening thighs. She could feel Gloria's lips along her own electrically charged skin, kissing about and inching nearer and nearer an anxiously awaiting cunt. They played about each other's thighs for a good five minutes, then slowly began to move their loving lips into the soft beavers of their cunts.

"I love the smell of your juice," Gloria told her. "Maybe it's because I know what a sweet little pussy it comes from."

"Sweet little pussy right here," Angie answered, "smells awfully tempting, too."

Mouths and cunt-lips met in impassioned kisses. Tongues flicked out and into lovely little pussy-holes. Two clits shimmered with the adoring strokes of a girl's licking. Two cunts trembled with the ecstasy of the suction of a friend's mouth. Each closed their legs about the other's head, holding it imprisoned in a lustful embrace.

Their hands ran up and down each other. Their bodies vibrated with the intensity of their passion. They began to shudder together in the ecstasy of a mutual orgasm. As if choreographed, both experienced the other's come at the same moment. They rocked about the bed, their bodies tangled in a lovely web of desire and accomplishment. They clung together until each had wrung the last ounce of desire from the other. Finally, they relaxed and fell apart. The grey eyes of the blonde met the smiling blue eyes of the redhead.

"Best ever," Gloria said.

"Absolutely," Angie agreed.

They lay against each other, softly fondling each other's tits, listening to their breathing.

"Just think," Angie commented, "next time you kiss my cunt, it'll have had a cock in it."

"Next time I kiss it," Gloria answered, "we might have a pair of cocks right in the middle of it."

Angie didn't answer. Her eyes glowed mistily at the thought.

Angie's legs were still watery as she stepped into the lounge at the airport. She smiled, thinking that the steward was probably having his problems, too, he had been at the end of his flight, she could probably have gotten him to take her to some dark corner of the terminal and screw her. He almost did on the plane itself.

He was very proper and reserved – at first. Angie gave him a cock-stiffening come-on smile when he first came down the cabin aisle. He politely smiled back in that very professional way. Then he saw the way her tits pushed against the nylon blouse and did a double-take. He recovered that first time, but Angie knew she had gotten his attention.

She watched the way he eyed her charms out of the corner of his eye as he went about his chores with the passengers. When he served her, she managed to lean forward enough to let her jugs rest against his hand. He tried to pretend he didn't notice, but Angie knew he felt them. He knew how good they would feel in his hand. He could have no doubts, through the thin material, that she was without a bra. He could marvel that they had such firmness, despite their size, without needing a bra to support them.

She watched the way he checked out her legs, too. She let her short skirt ride up over her thighs, showing just a hint of the pink panties she had picked out in case she found someone interesting on the way home. Yes, he saw those thighs, and approved.

Three times she had to make her way back to the rest room, past him, brushing against him as she went by. She did nothing in the rest room. She just made sure he got a good feel of her tits each trip. Finally he was waiting in the little compartment for the flight attendants that was located right before the rest rooms.

"What are you trying to do to me?" he asked.

"What am I doing?" she replied.

"I asked you first," he answered, his eyes twinkling.

"To be honest, I'm trying to get a rise out of you."

"Honey, you're doing that. How the hell am I supposed to do my job with a hard-on?"

"You've fed them, already," Angie told him, "and served their drinks. Take time out for a little relaxation."

She stepped close to him, close enough to let him get a whiff of her perfume, close enough for her tits to brush against him, close enough for her legs to touch his. He was telling the truth. His pants had quite a bulge where his cock was responding to her teasing.

He pulled her roughly into the small compartment and slipped the curtain closed to hide them from the view of other passengers.

"I ought to screw your little tail off right here," he threatened.

"Promises, promises!" she taunted, pressing herself against him.

He gave up and took her in his arms. His lips came over hers possessively. His hands played about her back, thrilling to the soft touch of the nylon. Angie slowly moved her leg inside his and twisted her body against him to let her tits give him greater excitement. She could feel his swollen cock against her. She felt his leg come up and press against her cunt. She opened her mouth and received his tongue as it came in hesitantly, then passionately.

His hand came up under her blouse and caressed along her waist. She pulled back from him just enough to give it room to glide around to the front and reach up for her waiting boobs. He gasped at the lush fullness as his fingers came about her tits. His hand wavered in disbelief at their loveliness, then adoringly gathered them. He cupped and caressed her tits, stroking them as though he'd never dreamed of holding such lovelies. His other hand reached inside the band of her skirt and discovered the softness of her ass, the roundness of her ass, the excitement of her ass.

Angie reached for his cock. She fingered about the contained mass, then felt the long cock separate itself from the swollen mixture of balls and cock. She quietly unzipped his pants to let it expand out to its full length. Timidly, she held his rod and slowly stroked it. His hand slipped around her ass as she turned so that he could finger amid the hairs of her cunt.

"Damn, but you are a sexy little broad," he whispered.

"Hot and sexy," she admitted. "Hot and sexy and ready."

His finger went into her cunt as she began to pump on his prick. He reached deeply within her hole, then slowly dragged his finger out over her clitoris. Angie wanted to squeal out with the delightful sensation. A man was actually finger fucking her! She didn't have a cock in her yet, but she did have a man's hand on her pussy. She responded by pumping furiously on his stretching prick. He worked her cunt just as rapidly. She could hear the play of his finger among the flowing juices down there. She felt the cock trembling in the excitement of her massage.

His mouth was at her ear. She could hear his gasping breath. His lips came down on her neck. His teeth pinched tender skin between them. She felt the delicious pain as she realized with pride that she would have one hell of a hickie to remember him by.