Sarah and Her Fiancé's Sister 4

SARAH

Lust is a living breathing thing inside of me.

My overnight bag slides to the ground with a thud as I free my hand, shoving it into her hair as I kiss her back. All the guilt I’ve been carrying around all day since we went dress shopping evaporates into thin air, leaving me with the desire.

Raw, dirty desire.

She lifts one of my legs and hooks it over hers, grinding her shaft into me through our clothes. Grunting, she picks me up and I waste no time wrapping my legs around her waist, still marveling at her strength.

She lifts me like I weigh no more than a feather. It’s so freaking hot.

“I wasn’t sure you were going to come,” she breathes against my lips as she walks us back into the apartment. I’ve been here before, so I know she’s taking us to her room.

Goosebumps break out across my skin when she sucks on my tongue. “Honestly, same. But then I remembered how good you ate me out and knew I had to come for seconds.”

Zoey laughs and it’s an erotic sound that has me clenching my thighs around her, my core throbbing with need. She drops me on the edge of her bed and steps back, her eyes burning a fiery path down my body. “You liked it, huh?”

“I more than liked it.” Kneeling on the bed, I cup her big breasts, loving how huge they are compared to mine. I tug at the shirt she’s wearing. “Can you take this off?”

She whips it over her head in a flash, the way a guy would. Her bra goes next then her tits fall into my waiting palms, her pink nipples puckered like little diamonds.

“Has anyone ever told you how sexy you are?” I ask her, leaning forward to suck a nipple into my mouth, delight filling me when her head tips back in pleasure. “You’re so big.” Another suck. “So curvy.” Another suck. “So strong.” Moving to the other nipple, I swirl my tongue around it before taking it between my lips. “You turn me on so fucking much.”

Zoey hisses when I scrape her nipples with my teeth and once again, gathers my hair but this time, she doesn’t drape it over my shoulder. She grips it firmly and guides my head with it until my lips slide free of her nipples and I’m looking up at her. “You, in turn, make me so fucking hard. Wanna see?”

I nod eagerly.

Her brows are furrowed with lust as she bends my head until I’m facing down then she lowers the waistband of her sweatpants and the biggest cock I’ve ever seen bobs free, slapping against her flat stomach.

It curves up past her belly button, pointing up to the ceiling, long and hard with thick veins running down the length of it. It’s real. It’s a real cock with balls attached to it. Balls that are just as huge as the organ in front of me.

I can’t believe it.

Wrapping her fingers around her shaft, Zoey jerks it, still holding onto my hair. “Those goddamn eyes, Sarah,” she hisses. “This is how hard you get me when you look at me all innocent like a little doe and I swear I’ve never wanted to corrupt a person so much until you.”

My tongue darts out to wet my lips. Her words are low and they’re turning me on so bad, wetness is trickling down my thighs but I can’t take my eyes away from her cock. It looks so terrifying yet delicious at the same time.

I want to feel it in my mouth and I think I’ll die if I don’t.

“I wanna mess you up, Sarah,” she continues, panting as she strokes that thick shaft. “I wanna cum on your face, your tits. I wanna fill you up with my cum and send you back to my brother all messed up. I w--”

Poking my tongue out, I lap up the pre-cum pooling at the head.

Zoey moans, long and low as her cock jumps in her hand from the attention. Another bead of precum wells at the tip and I quickly lick it clean, my head only going as far as her hold would allow.

“You wanna suck my cock?” She asks darkly.

“Please.”

“Well then fucking suck it.” Angling her hips towards me, she gives me her cock, legs planted wide as she watches me through hooded eyes.

I waste no time wrapping my lips around the head. She’s so big, I can only get about half of her length into my mouth and when she tries to give me more, my eyes water and I gag. I dig my thumb into my palm and try to fight it off, allowing her fuck my throat for as long as she can before I pull back, a string of saliva connecting my mouth to her shaft.

“Please fuck me,” I beg, clenching my thighs together. The emptiness in my core is threatening to drive me crazy and I don’t know how long I’ll be able to handle it.

I should be worried at the size of her but I’m too horny to care.

Zoey steps away from me and walks over to her bedside table, producing a packet of condoms. They have to be an extra large.

Her cock sways from side to side like an elephant trunk as she walks, bouncing off her stomach and slapping against her thigh, wet and shiny with my saliva. With her big boobs swaying, cock dangling and her arms ripped, she looks a female hercules and I can’t wait to feel all that strength unleashed inside me.

Tearing the packet with her teeth, she nods to the center of the bed as she rolls it down her length. “Scoot up and lie on your stomach.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice.

I wore a simple sundress on the way here and hadn’t bothered with panties so it makes the feat easy.

When I do as she says and push my dress up to reveal my bare ass and pussy, she hums appreciatively. “You’re not wearing panties?” She tuts. “Such a pretty little slut.”

I’ve never been called a slut once in my life. It’s something I expect I’d hate. But my reaction to her calling me a slut is my core clenching around emptiness, and she sees it because she laughs. “You love being called a slut?” I moan in agreement, squirming to be filled. Climbing onto the bed behind me, she caresses my backside, shoving a finger inside me. “Then I’ll call you my pretty little slut.”

Pulling the finger out, she spits on my pussy which causes me to freeze--and moan--from the shock of the cold saliva and the downright dirty action. Then she pushes my upper body flat to the bed until only my hip is elevated in the air, aligns the huge head of her shaft with my entrance, then impales me.