Ray Mills: Brothers Ball Best

They undressed each other urgently. Brad's hands on her naked flesh made Shari quiver and shake with need. Her pussy burbled and ran with warm fuck-juice.

He pulled her down with him onto the sofa, unzipping her skirt and pulling her panties down around her thighs. Shari got her hand into his shorts finally. She grasped his hot throbbing prick, feeling her heart leap as she fondled it.

"Oh Brad, get it in me!" she murmured against his lips. "I want it, I want it!"

"Jesus, Shari, you're so gorgeous!" he panted, pulling down her skirt and her skimpy panties.

Now Shari was completely naked. Brad ran his eager hands all over her smooth body, squeezing her firm ass, slipping his hand up into her flowing cunt-slit. Shari slid down his body to his hard twitching cock and ran her tongue all over it.

She held it in both hands and fed it into her mouth. Brad groaned as she began to suck him. His cock was strong and thick and beautiful, not huge like her little brother's, but just the right size.

Shari made love to his throbbing fuck-tool, kissing and licking it, sucking the thick round head of his prick until her boss was whimpering and squirming on the sofa. Finally he pulled her up and held her hips steady as she lowered herself onto the throbbing stalk of prick-flesh.

Shari moaned as it slid up into her tight hot pussy.

"Ohhhnnnnn! Oh God, yesssss!" she gasped as she felt his cock sink deep into her.

She was sitting on his cock, directly facing him, her naked tits in his face. Brad dug his fingers into the flesh of her ass as he fucked his prick up into her cunt repeatedly. At the same time his eager mouth chased her nipples, sucking and tonguing them so passionately that Shari began to shiver uncontrollably with sexual excitement.

She had never been fucked sitting up. She leaned forward onto him, shimmying her ass down on his hips. She rested her arms on his shoulders and pushed her aching tits into his face, moaning sharply as he devoured her tingling nipples.

"Unnhhh… God, yes, ohhhhh yesssss!" she moaned, throwing her head back and giving herself totally to the fantastic pleasure that spread through her body.

She was totally oblivious to everything but what he was doing to her body. His hard cock surged up into her again and again, nearly knocking the wind out of her. His hands dug into her shimmying ass, and he buried his face in her firm tits.

Shari began to cum without any warning. The violent orgasm took her by surprise. Her churning body buckled and shuddered with wrenching spasms of pleasure.

"Ungghhh! Anngghiieee!" she cried out, pushing her face into Brad's neck. "Yes! Ohhhnnngghgnneeee! God! Oh God, it feels so good!"

"Shari, Christ, you're so gorgeous!" he panted, rolling her spasming body over on the sofa.

Now he raised her legs up over his shoulders and fucked his stiff cock deep into her throbbing pussy again and again. She couldn't believe the hot delirium of sexual bliss that streamed through her. She could feel the thick head of his cock probing the very bottom of her tingling slit.

It stabbed down into her, making her squirm and squeal with fresh new shocks of hot cumming. She twisted her head and churned her hips, pushing her cunt up into his drilling prick. Uncontrollable whimpering cries came from her throat.

"Ummnngggeeeee!" she squealed.

"Oh Jesus!" he gasped.

Then she felt his cock erupt inside her, spewing gobs of jism into her syrupy furrow. He squeezed her sharply with his strong arms as his cock throbbed and spurted into her. Shari could hardly breathe, but new waves of pleasure shot through her as she came again.

"Anngghhh! Ohhhnnggeeeee!" she squealed into his ear, panting and gasping for breath.

Finally he released her and rolled over on his side, next to her on the sofa. Shari reached down and caressed his wilting wet cock with one hand, feeling sorry it was over even though she had nearly died of hot cumming. Her body still tingled from the fierce pleasure he had given her.

" Ohhhh Brad!" She sighed. "You made me cum so much!"

"Honey, I think I could fuck you forever, if only I could keep my cock up," he said.

"It won't take long to get up again, will it?" Shari pouted playfully.

"I'll bet I know how to get him up."

"Mmmmm, that'd be nice, but I have a meeting in five minutes," he said, glancing at his watch.

They dressed again, and Shari grabbed him before he could open the door. She gave him a scorching French-kiss, squeezing his crotch at the same time.

"Don't forget about me?" she murmured. "Don't forget fucking me. I can still feel your cum inside me."

"Shari, I can't wait for next time," he said.

And Shari's blood raced with excitement as she contemplated it. She realized it had been quite a day. First, Dusty had actually come on to her in the restroom, kissed her, and hinted that they should fuck.

And then, Mr. Shuman, Brad, had taken her into the private executive washroom and fucked her silly. She could still almost feel his fingers biting into her flesh, and his strong hard cock piercing her tight little pussy. God, what a day! she thought.

Brad Shuman couldn't keep his mind, or his hands, off Shari any more than she could stop thinking about him. The same night he took her back to his apartment and ended up fucking her on the floor just inside the door, with most of her clothes still on her. Then he took her to his bedroom, ordered dinner sent in, and fucked her five more times during the night.

Shari was in heaven. Each time Brad fucked her, she came two or three times, all because he was so expert at arousing her, letting her simmer and explode with repeated orgasms. By morning her body was sore and tender all over. He told her to take the day off and left her in bed while he went to the office.

Instead of returning that night, Brad phoned to say he would have to go out of town on the spur of the moment. He would call her as soon as he got back. Shari returned home and tried not to think about all the wild fucking she had gone through with him.

She was lying in the bath, this time with the door closed, when her younger brother got home from school. She knew he was there, and that they were alone in the house. Her mother and father both worked.

"Sis?" It was John, rapping on the bathroom door. "Shari?"

But, unbelievably, Shari was so sore that she didn't want him to fuck her.

"Yes, I'm in here. Go away, Johnny."

"But I don't want to go away. You know what I want."

"I know what you want. But we can't. Please go away."

"Why can't we? I can't stop thinking about it."

"Well, you'd better."

Actually, she knew she couldn't blame him. It was only the wild fucking with Brad Shuman that had made her forget about doing it with Johnny.

Just the thought of him standing there with his huge cock outside the bathroom door made her cunt gush fuck-juice, as sore as she was.

Nevertheless, she kept quiet about it. In a few seconds she couldn't hear him any more and assumed he had left.

But he hadn't left.

Minutes later, after she had dried herself and was leaving the bathroom wrapped in her bathrobe, she ran into him right outside the door.

"John!" she said, surprised to see him there.

Her brother took her shoulders in his hands. Shari glanced down and saw the huge lump made by his constricted cock in the crotch of his pants.

The look in his eyes was fiery with lust for her. She couldn't help responding to him.

"Shari, I've got to have you!" he murmured hoarsely.

"Oh, Johnny, no," she said, twisting her body, trying to get away from him.

But she knew it would be so easy to give in. She thought that all her fucking with Brad had satisfied her, but she was sizzling with lust for her brother. And her twisting had loosened the belt of her bathrobe.