Sarah and Her Fiancé's Sister 5

SARAH

A scream rips from my throat in time with her grunt of pleasure.

“Fuck,” she curses, drawing back only to feed me more. “You’re so tight, I can barely move.”

I bite the sheets to muffle my screams as she continues to pull back and thrust. When she seems to get frustrated, she pulls out of me, climbs off the bed and when she returns, I hear an unmistakable buzzing sound.

My hips jerk when she brings a vibrator to my clit and leaves it there. Then she lines her cock with my pussy and thrusts again, an audible squelching sound filling the room as she shoves in.

“Now that’s more like it.” Her praise makes me want to please her and I circle my hips, pushing back against her and taking a couple more inches even though my pussy feels like it’s on fire from being stretched wider than I ever have.

The vibrator is doing a good job of working me towards my peak and I can barely keep my hips still. Zoey, on the other hand, has started fucking me, pulling out and thrusting repeatedly, those huge balls slapping against my clit.

I tense as my orgasm crashes into me, moaning loudly. That’s when Zoey flings the vibrator on the bed and begins fucking me in earnest, increasing her pace. The thick head of her shaft rubs my insides with each forward thrust and I’m pretty sure if I put my hand to my stomach, I’ll be able to feel her.

She’s massive and she’s giving me every single fucking inch of that long, hard cock.

Leaning forward so her boobs brush against my back, she lunges deep inside of me, pushing me several inches up the bed and holding herself there. She grips my nape in a choke hold and brings her lips to my ear. “Are you still mad at me for eating your pussy earlier today?”

She’s so deep inside me, all I can focus on is the stretch and pleasure-pain. I shake my head, unable to form words, sweat beading on my forehead.

“Good girl,” she croons, the perfect dominatrix. “I should punish you for giving me an attitude, shouldn’t I?” She bites my earlobe, swirling her tongue on the spot she bit. “For making me beg. For making me this fucking hard.”

Her words have me clenching helplessly around her pulsing rod. There’s not much to clench around, not when she’s already stretching me to the max anyway.

She grinds into me, clenching her ass muscles and digging deep inside my pussy like she’s trying to fuck me into the bed and I cry out in pain, trying to scoot away. My hands don’t budge her because she’s too fucking strong, but she shows me a bit of mercy and pulls back.

“That’ll teach you to give me attitude,” she warns, pleased with herself.

I don’t realize how much of a sucker for punishment I am until this moment, because why am I squirming my hips, desperate for her to fuck me senseless when I can barely handle it?

Zoey groans and withdraws until only the head of her cock is inside me then she shoves in, her balls bouncing from the thrust. “You’re a dirty woman, Sarah. Tell me, do you beg like this for my brother’s cock?”

I’m too guilty to answer the question, so I don’t.

But Zoey doesn’t take well to being ignored. She pinches my clit and spanks my ass. Hard. “Answer me. Are you such a needy little slut when it’s my brother fucking you?”

“No,” I cry, slapping her fingers away from my clit.

“Yeah, I thought so.” Holding onto my hips with her strong hands, she fucks me with abandon. “That’s what a good cock will do to you. I bet you’ve never had cock this huge.” She laughs when I whimper, biting the flesh on my lower back. “Cock so good, it’s going to have you coming back for more.”

She’s such a dirty talker, working me up with her words. My orgasm is building again and this is going to make it my third one for today. That’s the most number of orgasms I’ve ever had in a day.

“You’re about to come again, aren’t you?” She asks when she feels me clenching around her.

My ‘yes’ is more of a moan than an actual word.

“You shouldn’t marry my brother, Sarah,” she starts, burying that monster rod inside me over and over again. “You know why? Because I’m going to fuck you every chance I get. At the dinner table when he’s not looking, in your matrimonial bed when he’s out of town and even in the living room when he’s dozed off.” Her words paint vivid images in my mind that has me clenching around her, my juices sliding out around us. “How about I fuck you in your wedding dress minutes before the ceremony? I won’t use a condom. I’ll fill you up and have you walk to the alter, drenched in my sticky cum. I’ll pump you so fucking full, they’ll be running down your legs.”

I shriek as my orgasm slams into me, squirting all over the place and shaking like a fucking leaf while Zoey grunts from the feeling of my pussy clenching around her.

Her words dissolve into loud moans and groans as her hips begin to fly at a faster pace. Her shaft swells inside of me, growing even harder than it already is and I know she’s about to come. The sound of our flesh slapping each other fills the room and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve heard all my life.

All of a sudden, she pulls out of me and flips me over. “Open your mouth,” she orders, face tight with sexual tension.

I obey, opening my mouth for her and stretching out my tongue as she drags the condom filled with my juices off and begins stroking her dick, eyes closed, boobs heaving and her face slack with bliss.

The first spray hits me straight on tongue. The next one hits me on my lips, my face, then my breasts. She cums for a really long time and when she’s spent, she opens her eyes and her lips stretch when she sees the mess she’s made of me.

“My pretty little slut,” she praises, her softening cock laying on my stomach as she paints my chest with her cum.”

Holding her eyes, I swallow and lick my lips. The action has her eyes flashing and her cock jerking in excitement.

“Are you try--”

“Hey. You forgot your wat--”

Both our heads fly in the direction of the door at the sound of Carl’s voice. He stands at the threshold, carrying my trusty water bottle, his eyes wide and jaw slack with shock as he takes in our bodies on the bed.

Shit.

“What the fuck?” He thunders.

Busted.