Extra Credit - Brianna - Sex Stories

Extra Credit - Brianna

... study Brianna." "But I can't fail a class. Then I can't get one of dos grant things." "Really Brianna? You want to go to college? You haven't cracked your history book once I bet. Why waste time at college, you can go model or something." "No, I gotta go to school, I want a basketball player husband from the Rockets. They won't take any stupid girls." "So you are going to start studying now? It won't be easy to catch up. But if you try hard and show a lot of improvement I will go easy on you." I hoped maybe she decided not to live her whole life on her looks, though Jesus she could. I began to put things in my back pack and leaned over to zip it up. As I sat up my jaw stopped in mid sentence, "Brianna I realllyyyyy . . . . . " Brianna had, at impressive speed, peeled off her sweater like top and was holding her bra against her ample bosom. "But, but I really don't have time for all of that." Brianna said in a sad crying type of voice. She pouted her lips, and then broke a tiny smirk and pulled her hands from her breasts and took her bra with them. Her breasts were gorgeous as she was. They were not ultra perky, more hanging, but the slope from her upper chest to the tip of her nipple was a beautifully contoured line, ending in a filled canteen like shape. The light brown nipples were short and pert, the areolas much smaller in diameter than I expected. "Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii--, ah, ammm, Brianna, Iiiiiiiiii--" I couldn't make my brain work. She was so fucking hot, her ...

... teen body didn't jiggle at all as she walked around my desk to my side. "So, I was totally thinking we could do a deal. Hmmm?" She went high octave with the hmm, titling her smiling face, her silky straight bangs over her forehead, the rest draping over her shoulder or down her back. "Deeeaaah. Iiiiiii. Uhhhhm. Hmm." I hadn't looked at her face since her chest was exposed. I was mumbling, trying to tell her to put her clothes back on and get out of here before I get in trouble. The windows of my classroom were browned so no worry of anyone seeing in, but I was scared to death the janitor might come by. He cleaned the boards and trash at least twice a week. Brianna giggled at my mumbles. She put one booted stiletto on my chair and pushed me to the side and my out of shape pear body sat awkwardly, my hard on easy to spot by the rigid tent in my slacks, "Shit, you looks ready." Brianna sneered, the power she held over me due to her incredible form known well to her. "What to you think? I just touched it up." Brianna asked looking down, her large double set of pink hoops jingled together as she did. Her hands were pulling up the front of her skirt, her pussy was shaved in a single strip from the top of her pelvis to the top of her bronzed pussy lips. Just the slightest bit of pink labia showed through. Her thighs were rounded and tone. This sophomore must do a shit load of gym time to look like that I thought to myself. "Brianna, what, wh-- what are you doing?" I stammered with ...