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.
I tied the other ankle down, though she fought it, then stood back to admire her straining body. She was pulling at each of them in turn. Her body heaving up, her belly, her chest straining upwards. The muscles moving beneath the skin of her belly, arms and legs.
I climbed into bed again, settling between her spread legs, running my hands up and down them, then up and down her body, squeezing her breasts again.
"L… let me… go," she gasped.
"I will."
"N… Nooowwww."
"Later. After I fuck you."
She gasped, then moaned, straining anew.
I cupped her pubes and rubbed my hand back and forth over the mound. I reached down with both hands, fingers sliding along her slit, then peeling it gently open, exposing the glistening pink flesh inside and the little hole that led up into her.
I pressed the middle finger of one hand against her hole and pushed it in. It was tight, as I'd expected, but I slipped in surprisingly easy. She was sopping inside. I felt for her cherry, felt all around, but couldn't find it.
"You little slut," I said. "I don't feel any cherry in here. You're not a virgin."
"I… I am," she moaned.
"Liar! Whore!"
"No! I… I… it… it broke," she whimpered.
"It broke? How?"
"I… it just did."
"What did you stick up inside this hot little slit, Gwen? Huh? Your fingers? Maybe some guy stuck his fingers here? Maybe his cock?"
"No! It… it was… I… I did it."
"How?"
"I… with… by accident," she gasped.
"How, slut?" I barked.
I reached up and slapped one of her breasts lightly. She squeaked in pain, but I felt a wave of heat in my loins.
"How?"
"I… with… with a… with my… hairbrush," she half sobbed.
"Your hairbrush? You mean you fucked yourself with your hairbrush?"
Her face was so red and flaming it was a wonder it didn't catch fire.
"Is that it, slut?"
She closed her eyes, looking away.
I reached forward and slapped her breast again, making it jiggle. Again she cried out, jerking her eyes open, staring at me.
"Is that it?"
"Y… y… y… yesss," she sobbed.
"Say it. Say it. Say you fucked your cherry out with your hairbrush."
"I… I did."
I slapped her breast again and she sobbed and cried out.
"Say it."
"I… f… fuck… fucked my… my cherry out wi… with m… m… my hair brush," she sobbed.
"Because you're a whore!" I cried. "Isn't that right? Isn't it?"
"Yesss!" she cried.
"Say it!"
"I'm a whore!"
"Louder!"
"I'M A WHORE!"
"Louder!" I shouted, slapping her other breast.
"I'M A WHORE!" she screamed.
"And I'm gonna FUCK you, you WHORE, fuck you like you need fucking!"
I thrust my finger deep, forcing it in to the knuckles, twisting it around inside her as I took cock head and began stroking it against her.
Then I pulled my finger out and pressed my cock against her moist little hole. I jammed my cock against the hot little box. Feeling her flesh give way slowly. Her cunt meat slid along my cock head like a second skin. Gwen whimpered and moaned as my cock drove into her.
"Feel it, slut? Feel my cock meat inside you? It's gonna go all the way up, slut, all the way up your hot, dirty cunt, all the way up into your belly I'm gonna fuck you, and fuck you, and fuck you until my jism comes pouring out your ears, you hot, slutty whore!"
I forced another inch of cock meat into her tight, squirming depths, then let myself slid down atop her, holding my hips up but letting my weight drop them slowly, my cock sliding remorselessly downwards into my squirming little sister's tight gash.
She had stopped her shaking, stopped struggling. Her head was drawn back, and her eyes and mouth were wide, like she was staring up at the ceiling, at something shocking up there, but I knew all her attention was on the feel of my fat prick meat sliding into her tight little snatch.
There was so much shit I could catch for this, but I didn't care. She was tight and hot and needed it. Needed to have a cock up in her.
I had half my cock in her now, and was sinking deeper with every passing second. Her fists were clenched tight and she was making little gurgling, gasping noises.
I thrust in suddenly and she cried out, her back arching, her head rolling from side to side. Her body was sweaty now, much more so then the last time I'd lain down on her. I could see the beads of sweat on her forehead.
I pushed in deeper, another thrust, and again she cried out. Then I felt her pussy begin to spasm around my prick just as her head jerked back violently I slammed into her to the hilt, drawing another cry from her.
My hands shot down under her, jamming under her tight little ass cheeks, clutching them and jamming her up onto my meet as I buried myself to the hilt in her hot, sucking, spasming belly.
She thrashed and shook, making gurgling noises as her head jerked back again. I bit down on her throat, growling as I ground my hips into her furiously, twisting my meat in her gash, and even pumping a little.
Her cunt was a live thing, trying to suck the juice right out of my balls. If I hadn't just come ten minutes earlier it would have succeeded too. As it was I could barely stop myself from pouring cream into my baby sis' cunt.
I clung to her thrashing body until with a groan she went limp.
I eased my hold on her ass and pulled my mouth from her throat, pushing my torso up on my elbows as I stared down into her face. Her eyes were closed, jaw open, and she gulped in air.
I stroked one of her breasts softly, then bent and sucked on the nipple, giving her a minute to recover.
Then I began to pump, slowly, using short little strokes at first, then working my way into longer and longer ones, picking up speed as well. I kept my cock grinding against her clit, sawing it across the hot little bud as she moaned and rolled her head from side to side.
I was hard-pressed to control myself. The thought that I was fucking this hot little slut for the first time, that my cock was going where none had gone before, was a terrific turn-on. And, even though I felt a little guilty for it, the idea I was fucking Gwen, my little sis, was a huge turn-on as well.
I was using long strokes now, my ass rising and falling as I drove each thrust deep, making Gwen gasp and moan as I slammed my hips into her straining thighs.
"Fucking you! Fucking you! Fucking whore!" I gasped.
"Ungggh! Unggghhh!" she grunted in reply, her head pulled back, jaw open as she grunted in time to each hard thrust. Yeah! She was getting the rod! She was getting pumped! And I loved the look of lust and pleasure on Gwenny's face as she felt my big stiff prick pounding away inside her cunt!
She came again, her head jerking from side to side as her pussy spasmed around my prong. I tried to continue to hold back but it was no use, and my juice poured out, spewing down into her tight, virginal little teenage body.
I thought momentarily about what would happen if I got her pregnant, but didn't care. I was too high to pull out, too uncaring about consequences.
In fact, the thought of making her pregnant actually made me more excited.
I thrust into my grunting little whore of a sister with all my strength as my juice poured into her, then I collapsed atop her, gasping for breath myself as the last of my sperm trickled down into her hot, steaming cunt.
Well, who can understand bitches? Some of them act almost normal most of the time, but inside they're all fucked up, every one of them. None of them can think straight, especially when it's about sex or love or romance, or any of that shit.
I mean, Gwen had gotten herself a great fucking. She'd come twice on my cock, so she should have been grateful. Hell, for a lot of little bitches her age their first cock was a slam bang, thank you ma'am quickie in the back seat of a car.
Okay, so all she'd been after was some groping, and instead she'd gotten herself fucked. So big deal.
But she changed, becoming timid around me. She stopped prancing around in her undies, and even wore a bra. When I saw her, which wasn't often, she was in a heavy, thick sweat-suit.
This got me worrying. If she was fucked up was she gonna tell someone? I mean, the world was so stupid about sex. The little bitch had gotten herself a good fuck, but the world would see her as a poor abused waif in need of therapy for the next ten years.
And me, of course, as the scumbag who'd raped his poor, innocent, virginal little teenage sister, "Shit!" I knew I hadda do something about this. I wasn't about to have the dumb little cunt getting me into some serious trouble with the law.
I heard her in the kitchen, a couple of afternoons later. She'd come down the back stairs, ho doubt to avoid me. I decided I was going to confront her, so went out there.
She was in a sweat suit again, and I snorted in disgust. She turned, eyes wide, startled, then quickly turned back to the sandwich she was making on the counter.
"What's with you?" I demanded.
"Nothing," she said.
"Don't give me that shit. Why are you acting like a mouse all the time?"
"I'm not," she said, not turning around.
I came up behind her and gripped her arms. She tensed, and I turned her around to face me. She looked down at the floor.
"What is with you? Are you pissed because I fucked you?"
"You raped me," she said in an accusing tone, still staring at the floor.
"Yeah, and you came… twice."
She tensed, but didn't reply.
"You been wagging your bare ass in my face every chance you get. Don't think I don't know how you were jerking off on my leg when I spanked you either."
She jerked in shock, but didn't raise her face. I gripped her hair and jerked her head up to find her face red.
"Let me go!"
She struggled free, wide-eyed, gasping.
"You think you're some kind of victim because you got yourself a good hard cock?" I demanded. "You got exactly what you wanted, you little whore."
"I'm not a whore!" she shouted. "You raped me!"
"I didn't rape you, you hot assed slut! You begged for it."
"When mom and…" She stopped, glowering crimson red.
"What? What; you gonna tell them how you jerked off on my knees? Gonna tell em' how you fucked your cherry out with your hairbrush?"
I was pissed off. Her attitude made no fucking sense. It was typical for dumb bitches to think like that, of course. If they so much as let a guy cop a feel they're filled with guilt afterwards.
She slapped me and I grabbed her wrists, slamming them back against the cupboards over her head, using my body to press her back against the counter. She struggled, cursing, and I determinedly pulled her wrists together, then turned her around, pulling them back behind her head.
Her hair was bound in a ponytail, and I pulled the tail up and wrapped it around her wrists, then shifted my grip to include it, jerking her head back.
She cried out in pain as I turned her around, her head held back by her hair.
I squeezed her pussy and she yelled, trying to kick at me. I laughed and jammed her against the counter again, pinning her legs between mine as I shoved my hand down the front of her loose sweat pants.
"Don't! Don't touch me! Let me go!" she screamed.
I ignored her, my fingers slipping into her panties and down through her pussy hair to cup her naked mound. I squeezed it repeatedly, then stroked my fingers up and down its length.
"You know what your problem is, Gwen?" I hissed into her ear. "You're afraid to admit you're a whore. You're afraid to admit you're a hot slutty little fuck machine that needs cock. You were built for fucking, baby, built for fucking and sucking! You ought to be chained to a bed with a line of guys running down the fucking block waiting for a chance between your legs!"
I forced a finger inside her writhing body, up into her hole. I felt her heat, and her moisture, moisture that grew as I finger fucked her. I pressed my thumb against her clit, rubbing and grind it as I pinned her body tightly between the counter and me.
"Don't try and tell me you didn't love it, Gwen," I hissed. "Don't try and pretend to yourself you didn't feel the heat and pleasure when I pounded my cock into you! You know you did. I could feel your hot little snatch sucking and spasming around my cock when you came!"
"Nooooooo," she sobbed, trembling.
"Yes! Yes! You're a whore! A whore!" I spat. "You and this hot fucking body were made for cocks! You won't ever be happy without a cock inside you! You're a fuck machine! A fuck toy! Say it! Say it!"
I jerked back harder on her hair and she cried out through her sobs.
"I… I'm a f… fuck toy!" she sobbed.
"Again!"
"I'm a fuck toy!"
I forced a second finger into her snatch, pumping them both in and out, then a third, driving them up hard into her trembling, sweating body I leaned in and bit down on the side of her throat as I slowly turned her, easing my body back.
She didn't fight or struggle. She stood there with her head back, sobbing, moaning, and then I saw her hips starting to grind, her pelvis starting to hump against my fingers.
"Yeah! Work it, slut! Work your pussy on my fingers! Try and tell me you don't like it! Ha! Fucking whore! Fucking cock loving slut!"
She let out a sharp cry, and I felt the tension against my upper hand ease as she jerked her own head backwards. I thrust into her even harder, feeling her cunt sucking and chewing on my fingers, watching her hips humping and grinding desperately.
"Whore! Fucking whore!" I sneered, jamming my fingers up her spasming little snatch, as she collapsed against me.
I let go of her hair and hands, and clutched her tightly, then dragged her backwards, turned her around and shoved her against the table. I pushed down, bending her over, then gripped the waistband of her pants and jerked them down to her thighs. I pulled her panties down too, exposing her soft round buttocks.
Gwen moaned and wriggled slowly, but didn't resist as I pulled out my prick and rubbed it along her gash. I slapped her ass, and she yelped, but still didn't resist. I forced my cock through the tight entrance to her hole, then sank it deep.
My hands slid up her body, forcing her sweatshirt up higher, then jerking it up over her shoulders, over her head. I tossed it off, grinding my hips into her soft ass meat as I ran my hands up and down her back. I undid her bra and jerked that off too, but this time she kind of clutched at it weakly.
I tore it loose, smacking the back of her head. I started pumping, my hands moving under her chest and cupping those fat tits as I ran my meat in and out of her soft, wet slit. She moaned and humped back, gasping and grunting as my hips pounded into her.
She tried to spread her legs, but her panties and pants were still around her thighs. I ripped my cock free, then jerking her legs into the air and yanking her pants and panties off, tossing them across the room.
Then I dropped her legs and spread them.
Gwen lifted her ass, pushing it back at me as I drove my cock against her gash. She cried out in pleasure as I sank it in to the balls.
"Yeah! You, love that don't you whore? You love a big cock sliding up into your slutty cunt! Don't you? Slut! Whore! Fucking cock loving cunt!"
I fucked into her hard and fast, still angry, pounding my meat into the groaning, whimpering little slut's gasps as she pushed back weakly, awkwardly.
I wasn't sure what I was doing, why I was treating her like this, but it was getting me off, and it seemed to be getting her off too. I was going to convince her she was a slut and a whore, convince her I had done nothing wrong, that, presuming she wanted to assign blame, it was all hers.
I was going to teach this hot assed little tramp what a whore women were, what a whore she was, that she really was a fuck machine, a fuck toy, and then I was going to fuck her, and fuck her, and fuck her, for all she was worth.
I felt her snatch spasming around me again, and thought, excitedly, about what a hot little piece of ass I had here, and the things that could be done with it before my parents got back. I thought all this in the blink of an eye, ramming myself into her as my juices spewed, as my come filled her box and spurted out around my rutting prick.
And then, when I staggered back, gasping, and looked at that hot pink snatch staring at me, that gorgeous ass, I knew what I had to do. Not only would it keep me safe but, if it worked would provide me with the best fuck toy a man could ever ask for.
Gwen lay there groaning, unmoving, ass sticking out invitingly as I moved to the counter and opened a drawer. She never looked around as I pulled a length of white cord from a drawer, never imagined anything was going to happen now that I'd dropped my load in her.
She was about to find out differently, about to find out what she was made for, where her talents lay.
I was going to turn my slutty little nymphet sister into the best fucking machine ever made.
Gwen groaned softly as I took her right hand and pulled it up behind her back. I looped the cord over it and tied it, then took her other hand up and crossed her wrists. I carefully looped the cord over that wrist, then back around the first one, then over that one again.
"Wh… what… are you… doing?" Gwen moaned.
I wound the cord carefully, crisscrossing her wrists, tying it snugly, but not too tight. I didn't want to cut off the circulation.
Gwen started pulling against the cord. She raised her head, gasping as she turned to try and look behind her.
I tied the last of the cord around her wrist and then gripped her arm, pulling her to her feet.
"What are you doing?" she gulped.
"I'm going to teach a slutty little girl some lessons," I said, jerking her towards the door.
"Why… why did you… you tied my hands up!" she gasped.
"Just shut up until I tell you to talk."
I led her into the living room and ordered her to sit down cross-legged on the coffee table.
"Untie me!" she demanded.
"When I'm good and ready."
I shoved her down on the table, then sat down in front of her.
She squirmed a little, pulling with first one arm, then the other.
"Stop struggling. You won't be able to get free."