Unknown - Gwen gets beaten

All the while her breath grew faster and faster, until she was panting like a freight train.

"D… don't," she gulped. "Please."

I pinched her nipples, pulling them upwards before letting them fall back.

"M… Mike," she gasped. "N… No!"

"Hot little slut," I growled.

"I… I'm not!" she squeaked.

I pinched and twisted her fat nipples, making her gasp and moan and whimper. I squeezed and mauled those big breasts, sliding my crotch backwards along her slender frame, then slowly bent over and licked one of her fat nipples.

She gasped again.

"Mike!"

I licked softly, then harder, then slid my lips over her nipple and sucked it inside, chewing and slurping and licking at it as Gwen gasped and whined and moaned.

She tasted beautiful. But then, everything about her was beautiful. I sucked in more of her titty, chewing softly as my tongue whipped against her nipple and I sucked. I sucked long and soft, and short and hard. I sucked in alternating rhythms, then let her nipple pop out of my mouth and blew a stream of cool air across it.

I shifted to her other nipple, slurping and sucking on it as her body continued to jerk and strain under me. Then I sat up, panting for breath. I looked down into Gwen's face, and saw shock, fear, embarrassment, anxiety, and also excited, arousal. I might have been the first guy to suck her nipples for her.

I undid my pants, and pulled down the zipper, and then pulled out my prick, which was raging with life and lust. She gasped in shock, her eyes bulging as she stared at it. I pumped it for her, grinning, the lust rising up in me with uncontrollable force.

She pulled at the belt, straining at it as I laid my meat down on her chest, the head pointing into her face. That was okay, though, it just made her look more erotic… her back arching like that.

"Ever see one of these before, baby? Huh? That's a real cock there, Gwen. That's a cock made for fucking hot little sluts like you."

She moaned as I laid it against her chest. Then I ran my hands up along the sides of her breasts and squeezed them in against my cock, groaning myself as I felt her soft flesh wrapping around my meat. I dug my fingers into her beautiful young tits as I began to slide my prick back and forth between them.

"Tits like yours are made to be fucked, Gwenny," I gasped. "Tits like yours are gold."

I fucked harder, grinding her meaty tits around my cock, humping into her, squashing and kneading them as she stared in stunned amazement.

I couldn't hold back. My juice spewed out as I pumped, and Gwen squealed as thick strings of semen sprayed over her face, laying across her cheeks and lips and nose. I laughed and squeezed my cock, aiming it, not wanting to cover those titties in jism.

I leaned forward, rubbing my cock-head over her shocked face, smearing the juice against her skin.

"See it, baby? See this meat? This is what you were made for baby! Taking care of cock is what big titted bimbos like you do best in life!"

I smeared juice all over her face as my cock began to soften, then let out a deep breath and sank back onto my ass, sitting on her lower belly looking down at my little sister's white face as she stared back in shock.

Man, what had I done now? Was this little cock teaser going to go nuts now and scream to my parents? I suppose I could explain the spankings, but how in hell do you explain tit fucking your sister and smearing jiz against her face?

I stroked her breasts softly, then shifted backwards along her body, off her belly, over her crotch. I forced her legs apart and knelt between them, staring at my little sister, who I thought of more as a hot piece of Suzie flesh now.

I ran my hands up and down her body, then as I slid my fingers along her belly and onto the elastic waistband of her high-cut string bikini panties, I hooked them into the string and peeled her panties slowly down.

Again she gasped, her already red face getting redder as I bared her lower abdomen.

"Don't! Mike! Let me go! I don't want you to! Pleeease!"

I pulled them lower, until her pussy hair began to appear, then lower still, exposing her entire crotch. She whimpered and moaned as I gripped her legs and lifted them up. I pushed them back, holding both ankles together in one hand as I tugged her panties up over her legs and off.

Then I dropped her legs, shoving them wide. Gwenny was trembling lightly as I stroked her body again.

"Are you a virgin, Gwen?"

"Y… Y… yes," she whimpered.

"What a fucking waste," I said. "A body like yours, a body made for fucking, and you haven't been using it."

I slid my hands along her lower belly, over her hips and along her inner thighs, not quite touching her pussy mound, but coming as close as possible without doing so.

"You were made for cocks, Gwen," I said. "A hot little piece of cunt meat like yours shouldn't walk around without being fucked."

I could see that my words were shocking her. I could see she didn't like them, yet… from the way her breathing caught, the way her eyes looked back, I thought the words were exciting her too.

I reached down and jerked my shirt up and over my shoulders, then slid forward atop my sister, laying my bare flesh onto hers, sliding up her luscious, nubile body until my chest felt her hard nipples stroking against it.

I ground my pelvis against her, even though I wasn't yet hard. I could feel my prick waking, though. I'd just dumped a load in her face, but her beautiful, soft flesh was pumping me up again fast.

"Tell me you haven't dreamed about taking a big cock up inside you," I whispered. "Tell me you haven't slid your little fingers down into this hot, wet little gash of yours and pretended they were some guy's hard prick."

She turned her head away, gasping, moaning. I stroked her breast, squeezing it, pinching the nipple. I slid my other hand through her beautiful silky hair, combing it, caressing it. Then I grabbed a fistful of it, jerking her head back.

She let out a soft cry, then a other as I drove my mouth in against her exposed throat and growled headily. I closed my jaw on her throat and squeezed my teeth down, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard. I chewed softly, growling, sucking, as I rubbed and ground my ever hardening cock into her pussy and lower belly.

"Tell me what a slut needs, baby," I growled. "Tell me what a slut needs inside her!"

I jerked on her hair and she cried out again, panting for breath.

"What does a hot little fuck machine need inside her?"

"A… a… cock?" she whimpered.

"A cock. You need a cock inside you. Don't you… slut… Slut… Don't you… SLUT?"

She let out a moan and a broken sob, her breathing getting so fast I thought she might hyperventilate.

I chewed on the nape of her neck, then her earlobe, then slid back down her body I suckled on each nipple, then licked my way down her taut belly, around her belly button, and through the soft tangled curls of her pussy.

I forced her thighs wider, stroking them, reveling in her softness. She was just so soft and clean, especially compared to the whores I'd fucked overseas.

I licked at her thighs, then cupped her pussy mound for the first time, squeezing it gently, feeling the heat there, the moisture oozing out of her fuck opening.

"Nooo!" she gasped, trying to wriggle aside, jerking her legs up, trying to fight me off.

Dumb little cunt. There was no way I was turning back now, and no way she could either. I felt like slapping her, but instead I climbed off and went to her drawers, leaving her to strain and pull at the belt binding her wrists.

I got a scarf, and another soft belt and went back to her, gripping her slender ankles. I wrapped the belt around one and then tied it to the lower corner as she stared at me, half in fear, half in what looked to me shocked pleasure.