"The brother lover" - читать интересную книгу автора (Harris Brad)

CHAPTER ONE

Angie could hear him breathing in the shadows. And she twirled to the music, clad only in her skin-tight dance outfit, she felt the desire rise in him. She moved her body now in a slow, sensuous movement to let him see the symmetry of her long, slender legs. She bent her knee and pulled it slowly, slowly, up to her tits, then wiggled her ass demurely and kicked the leg straight up above her head.

The lithe blonde girl turned her back to him and slowly rotated her hips to the music of the stereo, giving him a good look at the firmness of her thighs and the pert excitement of her ass. All the girls admitted she had the most provocative ass in school. She arched her back to let it stick out more invitingly and slowly danced backward to where he hid in the shadows.

She felt the swelling of his cock, his giant cock which strained against its confinement. She heard him catch his breath at the spinning ass-cheeks thrust teasingly in his face. She heard him shuffle his feet as he fought to remain hidden, as he struggled not to rush out and grasp her, pulling her into the shadows with him.

She twirled away momentarily and turned sideways, lifting her arms, thrusting her tits into the air, giving him a full side view of her delicious little body. Angie knew she was exciting. She had no lack of male attention on those Wednesday afternoons she and the other girls were allowed to go into town for shopping. Less than twenty whistles meant a bad day. Truck drivers blowing horns and beating on the sides of their cabs in appreciation especially excited, her.

Angie bounced on her toes, letting her tits bounce saucily for her hidden observer. She was proud of those tits. It had seemed as though she'd never have anything about her waist. She'd always had a cute rump and good, straight legs. But she had about given up hope on having tits. Then, all of a sudden, there they were! Man! There they were! They just erupted out of her chest since school this fall. She started out flat and ended up with a pair of 36's. Put those C-cups on a one-hundred-fifteen-pound body, above a twenty two-inch waist and thirty-four-hips, decorate a five-foot-four blonde bombshell with them, and you had the reason the man in the shadows was pulling his cock out of his pants.

Angie debated slipping the tights and knit top off to let him see more, then decided to wait. Besides, it would be more exciting to have him tear them off her. She shivered at the thought of his hot hands ripping the soft material, of his eager mouth kissing her trembling body.

Angie slowed her dance as the mood of the music changed. She moved with even more sensuous ease about the floor. Her hands came up over her hips, caressing and stroking her lean, lithe body. She moved them up and around her boobs. Lovingly, she fingered the breathtaking curves of her tits. Slowly she pulled them out forward, then pressed them together as she turned to face the figure hidden in the shadows. She danced slowly for a minute, undulating her hips, fondling her tits for his benefit.

As the music returned to its more rapid tempo, she swung away from him and tauntingly twisted her delicious body about the room. She heard the pant in his breathing she had left behind. She felt the slow motions as he pumped his cock, readying it for her.

Her cunt was wet, now. Her cunt-juice had been flowing for some time. Little electric sparks of delight were already pulsing through her twat. She whirled back to face her visitor, this time thrusting her pussy at him, the lips of her cunt obscenely outlined against her tights. Angie's hands slowly stroked about her cunt as her hips revolved rapidly to the music.

She slipped a finger between her cunt-lips and drew it suggestively back and forth. Her body leaped into flame at the touch against her clit. She pulled her upper arms inward, forcing her boobs forward again. Her breathing came in irregular pants as she anticipated his finger doing this to her, as she knew his cock would be doing shortly.

She spun again, spinning before him, giving him a rapid kaleidoscope of ass and tit and whirling blonde hair. She leaped into the air, turned and came down with her back to him, her legs spread. Keeping her hips swinging to the music, she bent over, giving him a good view of her ass. Let, him know that her ass was made to hold a man, that her hips were perfect for receiving the plunging desires of a male.

She began to ease back toward him, whirling her luscious butt-cheeks before him. Her body was trembling in anticipation, throbbing to the music, pulsing with desire. She danced backward until she could feel the touch of his gigantic cock against her fiery ass.

Angie slowed her movements, sensuously slipping herself backward against him. His hands touched her hips. He held her firmly against the warmth of his swollen prick. He was moving now, rubbing his hardened prick against the velvet softness of her ass. His fingers came around her hips and explored the flatness of her tummy. They pressed tightly against her skin as they moved downward and stroked along her thigh before one great hand covered her drooling cunt.

His hot breath was on her neck. Her ears caught the force of his passionate breathing. He pulled her against himself tightly, demandingly. His lips were at her neck, kissing her along her shoulders, about the neck. He kept hold of her pussy with one hand while the other came upward along her tummy and cupped under one lit. He held the marvelous globe tenderly for a moment, then grasped it firmly, brutally. His thumb flipped across the nipple, creating hot flashes of ecstasy in the young girl.

"Fabulous," his hoarse voice panted in her ear. "You are just fabulous."

Angie was limp in his arms. Her body was no longer her own. It belonged to those strong hands which held it, those powerful hands which were caressing it into such an explosion of desire. His finger pressed between the lips of her cunt, forcing the cloth of her tights against her clit, into her pussy. He stoked through the tights, rubbing her clit until she wanted to scream. She felt the saliva drip at the corners of her mouth as her cunt-juice began to pour about the taunting finger.

His other hand played about her tits, pressing them together, alternately cuddling one, then the other. He caught one nipple on his thumb, the other on a finger and rotated them as his hand was revolving her trembling clitoris. Angie was no longer standing on her own strength. Her legs were all buttery. She would have sunk to the floor except for the strength with which he held her.

His teeth pinched slowly, deliciously, at the tender skin of her neck. She felt the blood rush as the pain only heightened her passion. She slipped a hand behind her and forced it between her ass and his leg. She reached until she found the sudden shock of touching his skin. Her breath caught at the excitement of having her fingers about his cock. She felt it leap at the thrill of her touch. She closed her hand about the giant cock-shaft, glowing with its pulsing heat.

"So big," she whispered, gripping it more tightly. "So big and warm."

"Big enough to stretch your little pussy until it screams in joy," his deep voice laughed in her ear. "Hot enough to keep you warm for a month just thinking about it."

His hand left her cunt and began to slip her tights down over her waist. Her ass, now bare, could feel the heat of his trembling prick. She held it against the crack of her ass, rubbing herself along it, trembling in anticipation. The tights slipped lower. She managed to wriggle free of them without taking her hand off the wondrous cock. His hands were slipping beneath her top and finding the full satin softness of her tits. His hands felt rough, demanding, as they buried themselves into the spongy tits.

"I'm gonna fuck you," he panted roughly as he pawed at her boobs. "I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk."

He took one hand from her tits and grabbed at her bare cunt. His big hand clamped around the tender pussy. He pressed the lips together, then ran a big finger inside. She caught her breath at the electric sensation as he touched her clitoris.

"Big talk!" she hissed back at him. "Fuck me, mister, fuck me all you like. I'll be ready for more when you're passing out."

Two of the fingers were in her cunt, spreading it. She could hear the sound of them sloshing about in her cunt-juice. She squeezed tightly on the swollen cock, pulling the skin back along the shaft. Angie smiled in enjoyment at the smoothness with which the great rod worked in her hand. He was biting her neck more viciously now. She could feel the mark of his teeth in her white skin, could feel him as he twisted his head slightly, pulling at her with his teeth. His hand on her boobs spread across them both, cupping and squeezing and thumbing her glowing nipples. She could feel his hips hunching him against her, causing the cock to leap in her hand.

She was panting in excitement when he suddenly turned her toward him. His eyes sparkled brilliantly in the shadows as he saw her heaving tits, swollen and standing out tremblingly from the work of his hand. In the semidarkness she looked down and saw the mammoth prick pointing upward. Its head seemed to glow in anticipation.

He held her before him for a minute, lustfully looking over her maddening body. Then he pulled her brutally to him. His mouth came over hers. His tongue plunged into her mouth. His hand went to her ass and cupped it, pulling her dripping cunt against his bone-hard cock. He began pushing her down to the floor. She struggled a moment, then let him take her down.

She watched him as he knelt beside her. His hands outlined the soft curves of her body. His hands found her tits. His tongue flicked over her nipples, pulsing them at the same tempo as his finger played her clit. She closed her legs to embrace his hand and hold it where it stirred such explosive pleasure in her cunt. She arched her tits into his face. Her body was trembling with the thrill of passion. The room was spinning about her, the air filled with more music than the stereo to which she had danced.

"Now, you gorgeous little hunk of pussy," he told her, "I'm going to teach you how to fuck."

"Teach me!" she pleaded. "Teach me everything about fucking!"

He moved over her and held himself on his elbows while he put his legs inside hers and moved his cock against her trembling cunt. He pushed the great head into the mouth of her pussy, then caught her body against his own. He held her and rocked slowly with her, a great hand holding her ass in place while he forced his cock more painfully into her tender cunt-mouth.

"You may have a small snatch right now," he laughed, "but you'll be pretty damn big when I get through fucking you. Yes sir, I'm going to stretch that little pussy of yours with my big prick, baby."

He groaned with pain as he shoved his pecker strongly into her hole. She wanted to stop the fuck before he tore her cunt apart. It was too big! She struggled against the arms which held her tightly.

"Just relax, honey," he told her. "It'll stop hurting just as soon as we get it in there all the way. It'll hurt just a little more, then you'll see how good it can be."

Pain shot through her as he gave a sudden, vicious thrust of his cock. She felt that blood must be pouring all over them. The warm pain subsided immediately, leaving her with a numbness where his huge prick was plowing away into her virgin cunt.

"See, there," he bragged, "never found a broad yet I couldn't get it in. Might hurt at first, but then it feels awful good."

It was beginning to feel good! Feeling was returning to her cunt. She could feel the cock moving back and forth in her cavern, the shaft rubbing against her clitoris as he fucked in long slow thrusts.

"There," he comforted her, "you like it now, don't you? I'll just fuck you easy for a minute. You got plenty of juice down there to grease things up. We'll just fuck slow a minute. Not for long, though. You got too sweet a pussy for me to hold back for long."

One hand kept hold of her ass. The other came around her and began to stroke slowly about her boobs.

"You sure got a pair of tits," he commented. "You may be just a girl, but you got the tits of a full-grown woman."

Angie resented the implication in his words. Girl, was she! She'd show him she was a woman! She began to contract her cunt-hole about the shaft of his cock, sucking and holding on it, then twisting herself along it. She entwined her fingers in his hair and began to twist them about. She drew her legs slowly up and down along his own. The cock in her responded, thrusting more deeply and more violently.

"Hey!" he laughed. "You know a little about fucking."

She rubbed her tits lasciviously against his hand and against his chest. She closed her thighs about him. She hunched her ass up, her cunt sucking and gnawing at his cock.

"Come on," she taunted him. "Play time's over. Get to some real fucking."

She felt the cock swell even larger in her gushing hole. His balls slapped against her ass as the big tool plunged ever deeper into her twat. She listened to the slurping sound of the cock moving through her juice. His hold on her tightened. He crushed her against himself. His tongue filled her mouth. The intensity of his actions heightened as did the intensity of her response. She had a real cock in her cunt. Her body was aflame with passion. Her cunt trembled with delirious joy at the plunging presence inside it. Her nipples burned from the play of his hand.

The fire grew hotter. The flames mounted. The thrusts of the cock became great ripping plunges into her heated pussy. She felt her climax approach and moaned with pleasure. Her body pulsed and bounded in the ecstasy of lust. Lightning exploded about her and within her. She shook beneath him, hunching to take more of the prick into her hungry hole.

"Oh, God," Angie whimpered, "that's so good. Fucking is so good!"

"And you are a sweet little fuck," he gasped as his body shook over her.

Her moment was at hand. Her cunt was more sensitive to the rampaging cock than she would have believed possible. Her tits were swelling ecstatically against him. Her ass jerked in spasms of desire. She tightened her legs about his waist and shook with his growing power.

"I'm going to come," she muttered intensely, "I'm about to come! Don't let me go alone. Explode that big cock in me! Fill my cunt with your jizz!"

"I'm with you," he assured her. "Your pussy's not alone. Old pecker is right there with her. Let it come, little doll! I'm going to fill that little hole with my juice until it runs over!"

They seemed to leap from the floor with the forge of their demand. Their bodies hung, plunging and twisting, in midair as they were lost in the eruption of their shared orgasm.

The bell shattered the spell of the music from the stereo. Angie Durham leaned against the wall of the dance studio, her breath coming in short gasps. Her fingers still played about her soaking cunt. She held one glowing tit in her hand, lightly thumbing across the nipple.

Would it ever really happen? Must she always only pretend about it?

She drew her hand slowly away from her trembling pussy and began to straighten her tights. She'd better get herself under control. Miss Stokes, the dance instructor, would be coming back any moment. It wouldn't do for her to catch her young student playing with her twat in the studio.

Some of the other teachers would love to catch Angie like this. The girl smiled at the thought of the lustful eyes of Miss Parkinson each day at Physical Education. Yes, Miss Parkinson would come at her with a tongue eager to lap up all that good cunt-juice. Not Miss Stokes, though. Miss Stokes only wanted men, whether they were the janitor or the chairman of the board.

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.