Brian Laver - Horny for brother

Being on the bottom, Sammy couldn't do much but rely on the movements of the girl sitting on him. If he could, he would be fucking her faster. But it was thrilling to be at Polly's mercy. Rather than fucking, Sammy was getting fucked!

Moving her cunt up and down over his rod with a steady rhythm, Polly leaned forward. She threw her nightgown right over Sammy's head. "Suck my tits," she said.

Sammy lifted his head. His face bumped into the tits hanging there. He grabbed one and brought it to his mouth.

"Oh-h-h-h-h-h," Polly sighed when Sammy sucked her tit into his mouth.

He sucked one tit, then the other. The tit flesh he couldn't fit into his mouth sagged over his cheeks and chin.

Polly's cunt began to move faster, but only slightly.

"Uh-h-h, uh-h-h-h!" Sammy began to groan when his orgasm was ready to explode.

But Polly was moving so slowly that his orgasm seemed to be stalled. Meanwhile, the pressure, and the ecstasy mounted.

Sammy knew that when he came, it was going to be fabulous. Getting fucked like this was wonderful! He could never go so slowly if he was doing the pumping!

Struggling to keep on sucking her tits, Sammy began jerking his hips. But he couldn't do much under Polly's, weight. And although the boy was going wild, she refused to move faster.

Finally, though, Sammy's climax bloomed. And when it did, it was even more spectacular than he expected.

The world seemed to go blank. All that existed in the entire universe was nothing to the outrageous pleasure Sammy was experiencing. It came in jolts, each greater than the last.

But even now, with his entire body heaving, Polly kept moving her hips in a steady rhythm.

The orgasm seemed to go on and on. Sammy was out of his mind with sexual insanity.

When it was over, Sammy knew he had been fucked by an expert.

"Where did you learn to fuck like that?" Sammy asked breathlessly.

"I've been practicing," Polly said as she unveiled Sammy's face by gathering her nightgown around her.

Sammy could tell by Polly's voice that she wasn't finished. Her throat sounded constricted. Then he realized she was doing something to herself. But in the dim light, he couldn't see.

So he reached out with his hands. What he found made him admire this chick even more.

With Sammy's prick still up her cunt, Polly was rubbing her clit. Sammy had his hand on hers, and he could feel how her fingers were spreading the top of her slot and rubbing the ridge of flesh within.

He could hear her breath growing louder and faster. And she didn't even let him help her with the clit-massage.

But Sammy reached up and took her tits into his hands. Polly seemed to appreciate that.

"Oh-h-h-h-h!" she gasped. "Ah-h-h-h-h!"

Sammy felt her pussy begin contracting on his prick, which had begun to deflate, but was now fully erect again.

"Huh-h-h-h-h," Polly gasped. "Oh, I'm coming!"

Her pussy was going wild on Sammy's cock. By the time she finished coming, he knew he would have to fuck her again.

"Don't get off me," he said when Polly began lifting her cunt from his pole.

"Yeah! This time you do the work," she said. Sammy expected her to lie down and spread her legs. So when she got into a kneeling position, he was confused at first. Polly was facing the foot of the bed, her big ass pointed his way.

"Come on," she said.

Sammy understood suddenly. He got to his knees and crawled toward Polly's ass.

She reached between her thighs, grabbed his prick and helped him find the entrance to her cunt. Then, with his belly pressed to her ass, Sammy began pumping.

After the leisurely fuck she had given him, Sammy felt like changing the pace. So he let his ass fly back and forth.

Before long, they were both panting in orgasmic joy again.

By the time Sammy was left alone, he was completely fucked out. It was strange, he thought, how he could be horny and find no release. Then, suddenly, some great fucking seemed to drop out of the sky.

He just hoped this fucking wouldn't have to last him a long time. The more he fucked, the more difficult it was to wait for the next one.

A few days after fucking Polly, Sammy was in need again.

So he called Polly on the phone and asked her if they could fuck again. She said they could – sometime. But meanwhile, she had to make sure her boyfriend didn't get jealous.

When Sammy heard that she had a boyfriend, he knew that their fucking was a fluke. He couldn't depend on her for more action. So his attention focused on his sister again.

But whenever he tried to talk to her, she avoided him.

"Hey, has your sister become a dyke or something?" Mel asked Sammy one day.

"What are you talking about?" Sammy asked.

"I was talking to Don the other day," Mel said. "He said your sister won't fuck him any more, and that she's been hanging around with Sue Anderson."

"She has?" Sammy asked.

He knew that Sue Anderson was a dyke – everyone knew it! But he couldn't believe that his sister was a lesbian.

The more he thought about it, though, the more it seemed possible. Maybe that would explain why she had turned on him after they'd fucked.

The idea that his sister was a dyke thrilled Sammy far some reason he didn't understand. When he pictured her lying between another chick's legs, sucking her cunt, he would get terribly excited.

So Sammy began keeping an eye on his sister. Sure enough, he saw her with Sue Anderson. They seemed to be spending a lot of time over at Sue's house. Then, just as he hoped she would, Pat brought Sue home with her.

Sammy had always thought of Sue as some sort of curiosity. She looked strange. With her hair cut as short as a boy's, and boy's clothing, she looked like a lez. Even her body could pass for a boy's, if someone didn't look too closely.

But now Sammy saw her in a different light. He saw her as an exciting variation of sexual possibilities.

"Hi," Sammy said to Sue.

"Hi," Sue said.

Sue was very friendly. But when Sammy talked to her, he had the feeling he was talking to another boy.

Sammy watched the girls as they ran up and down the stairs, gathering things to take on a picnic.

"Can I go too?" Sammy asked hopefully.

"No," his sister said. "We're going by ourselves."

Sue smiled at Sammy as if to say, You understand, don't you?

The girls tied their swimming suits and lunches to the luggage racks of their bicycles. Then they began pedaling away.

Sammy looked after them. He could see their inverted heart-shaped asses moving slightly from side to side as they pedaled. Me hated to see them disappear. But he couldn't blame them for leaving him behind.

Suddenly, though, Sammy refused to be left behind.

If they were going to go on a picnic and go swimming, maybe they would try their lesbian perversions where he could spy on them!

With that thought burning in his mind, Sammy hopped on his bike and followed.

They were already out of sight. But he figured they must be heading for the creek – one of the secluded spots away from the road. Besides, he didn't want to follow too closely or he'd be seen by them.

When he turned the corner at the end of the street, he caught sight of the girls. They were heading for the creek, all right.

Sammy slowed down. It would be better to let them get ahead, then find them, rather than have them see him following.

By the time he rode down the road along the creek, the girls were nowhere to be seen. Sammy began to feel a panic of loss. What if he couldn't find them?

Every time he came to one of the paths that led off the road to one of the secluded spots, Sammy looked for bicycle tire marks in the dirt. He didn't find any that looked recently made, though.