Well, things went pretty smooth then. I genuinely loved her and never pushed her for physical contact. One day, she calls me to the art room after rec...ss.Browse indiansexstories dot net for more arousing stories.I entered and found it empty and she called me again and said if I can find her I can do anything with her. The art room is huge so it wasn’t easy. I found her in the closet and grabbed her by the waist. She started breathing heavily. She seductively asked now what will I do. I replied. After what seemed ages (when in reality was seven minutes or so) I pulled out. I turned her over by force but she realized what I wanted and completed the turn on her own onto all fours. I placed a pillow under her and quickly stuck my cock back into her, hard. She was moaning incoherent words as I began to pound into her ass. After a bit I stuck a finger into my mouth to get it wet and started to tease her asshole which was a cute little pucker. She tried to bring a hand around and stop me but. Slowly, she ran her tongue across its rigidness and over the tender bumps of my areola. I moaned from her hot mouth over my plump nipple. I felt the wetness once again escape my already sensitive pussy. I watched as Brantley observed us loving each other and I saw his cock begin to lengthen again. God he was so huge. I loved how his cock grew and stuck out so long in front of him. As Missy continued the assault on my nipple with her tongue, I watched my brother slowly stroke himself, his huge. I moved on to tracing around her hard nipples and I finally heard a sigh leave her mouth. Maybe she really was asleep.“Leslie? Leslie, are you awake?”She didn’t respond, so I continued. This time, I lifted her shirt so her stomach was exposed. I traced lines around it like I did before; up, down and around. Instead of going up her body, I went down and traced the line where her panties would have stopped. I traced along the delicate insides of her thighs and that sensitive spot that met her.