“Laurie,” I say so that only she can hear it, “Audrie wants it, but I think she’s going to make us take it from her.”
I glance over Laurie’s shoulder, and see Audrie. She’s stopped touching herself, and is sitting expectantly with her hands resting against her inner thighs. Her mouth is slightly parted and breathing shallowly, her white top is stained with my sister’s love, and her eyes are watching us with a calculating, anticipating expression. She’s waiting; waiting for the chase to begin. I lean into my sister, and press my lips against her ear.
“Go get her, Tiger.” I whisper, and Laurie does. She pounces from me with the sinuous athleticism only a gymnast has, and is on Audrie in an instant. Audrie attempts to roll away at the last second, but only manages to get to her stomach before Laurie is on top of her.
“What are you doing?!” Audrie screams, “I said I only wanted to watch!”
“We both know that’s bullshit,” Laurie laughs, subduing Audrie’s hands behind her, “but you’re just too ‘faithful’ to Daddy to admit you want it in the ass from your step-son.”
I get up from my seated position and walk over as the two women wrestle. Laurie has strength and flexibility, but Audrie as size. She rolls off the couch, and Laurie is flung from her back and onto the floor. Audrie scrambles to her hands and knees, but her pulled-down leggings act as a bind about her thighs, and she stumbles forward. I pick her up by the armpits, and throw her on the couch. She lands in a splayed mess of arms and legs, and kicks at me as I approach her. Her expression is combative and fearful, but I see the desire brimming in her grey eyes. I catch a flailing foot in my hand, push it to the side, catch another one aimed at my crotch, push it to the other side, and then tower over my step-mom, my hips wedged between her spread thighs.
“Are we going to keep doing this?” I smile down at her. The mask of defiance almost falls from her face, but she manages to keep it up for another display of fearful scorn.
“You’re a rapist piece of shit,” she spits, her words biting, and then she looks at Laurie, “and you’re a brother-fucking whore. You know, instead of going to UCLA, I think Alabama might suit you better.”
“Roll Tide,” Laurie giggles, and then slides her body next to Audrie’s, “we’ll see how long you can pretend you don’t want it.”
I step over the bridge of leggings stretching between Audrie’s thighs, and she doesn’t try to stop me. She looks up at me from the tops of her eyes, and the lust is etched into them like a chisel through stone. Laurie grasps the neckline of Audrie’s tank, and pulls it roughly down. Audrie gasps in alarm as her breasts jiggle freely from their constraints. It’s the best rack I’ve ever seen; perfectly formed domes slope without a space between them, and are adorned with perky, pink nipples surrounded by small, dark areolas.
“Holy shit, Audrie,” Laurie whispers appraisingly as she looks them over, “why were you hiding these from us?”
“Get away from me.” Audrie hisses, but Laurie just giggles. She takes a breast in her hand, and squeezes until the supple flesh protrudes from her fingers. Audrie whimpers in halfhearted protest, and Laurie giggles once again, before taking the nipple in her mouth. She sucks hedonistically; slurping tones permeating from her wet lips as she stares intently at her step-mom. Audrie bites her lip in concentration, and hums a desperate, pleading sound that finally turns into a moan. Laurie’s girlish laugh echoes from her sucking lips as Audrie’s head tilts back in shameful pleasure. I reach down, and pull the stretched leggings past Audrie’s ankles. She murmurs her reluctance, but doesn’t try to fight me. She’s losing the will to keep up the façade, and is beginning to surrender like she always wanted to. I plant a foot on the cushion adjacent to her left thigh, and push my pelvis forward.
“Anything that gets close to my mouth is getting bitten off.” Audrie snaps at me.
“Really?” I smile, “I think I’ll take that gamble.”
I push my pelvis forward, and watch as the tip of my cock presses against Audrie’s lips. She inhale’s sharply, and parts her lips just a bit, before regaining control of herself, and turning her head away.
“Laurie,” I smile to my nursing sister, “do you think you can make Audrie open her mouth?”
“I think I can.” Laurie smirks at Audrie, and pushes her fingers into the blonde woman’s slit. Audrie gasps, and I thrust. She doesn’t bite me. No, Audrie takes me into her mouth with warm, wet tenderness. Her luscious lips wrap covetously about my girth, and her tongue slinks delicately along the underside of my cock. From the outside, she’s looking at me with eyes full of hate, but from the inside, she’s savoring every little bump and vein of my manhood. I push deeper, watching as my cock disappears into her defiant face. She somehow looks even more attractive this way; her eyes glaring insolence, but her mouth whorishly contradicting them. Laurie pushes three fingers inside Audrie’s slit, and works her thumb in circles about her clit. She smiles knowingly as Audrie’s eyes lose their edge, and the lids that top them begin to close in blissful satisfaction.
“That’s right,” Laurie whispers as she pleasures her step-mom, “that’s the real Audrie, isn’t it?”
Audrie hums a tone of surrendered acceptance; the last of her defiance faltering as she consumes the final inch of my cock. Her nose presses against my pelvis, and she holds me there as her lips rotate. She withdraws, and a sheen of her saliva coats me. She stops at the head, rotates again, and then takes me in. I begin to thrust harder, and she begins to suck with more passion. She takes my brutality as a challenge, and rises to meet me. She doesn’t gag once; she constricts her throat around me as I burrow down it, and puffs her lips against me as I push all the way in. Faster and faster I thrust into her throat, and though lewd gurgles rise from her mouth, and saliva froths from her lips, she consumes me with ease. I thrust a final time, holding her hard against my base, and she hums a yearning tone of pleasure about me. She reaches behind me, and grips my ass tightly with both hands, trying to push me even deeper. I almost lose control of myself, and I have to pull out of her.
“You can’t handle me, Tommy-boy,” Audrie grins, “you should just give up.”
“I just needed you to get it wet,” I smile, “I don’t want to go in dry.”
“You’re quite the gentleman for a rapist piece of shit.” Audrie smirks.
“We still doing this?” I groan, “Are you going to make me fight you over everything?”
“Nothing gotten easy was ever worth getting.” Audrie smiles, moans of pleasure flowing from her lips as my sister burrows her fingers deeper.
“Fine then,” I say, “we’ll do it the hard way.”
My hand shoots forward and wraps around Audrie’s throat. She lets out a whimper of excitement and fear, and I drag her body upward by the neck. Her heels thrash beneath her until she finally plants them on the cushions, and then I make my move. I grab her by the hips, spin her around, and push my kneecap into the back of her left knee. Her legs bend, her hips shift backward, and her chin rests on the top of the couch. I wait for her to send a kick into my groin, or an elbow to my face, but she doesn’t move. She stays bent over; her upper body pressing against the couch, her ample breasts squishing from the sides of her frame, her back flexed in its arch, and one side of her face resting on the upholstery. I wait for another moment, and then watch as her elegant hands leave their resting places on the cushions, slink behind her, and grip her supple, tan cheeks. She spreads herself, revealing the puckered center of her rim, and the dripping slit of her small-lipped pussy. Her face turns to give me a final look backward, and I see the ravenous want written across it. It’s a needful, pleading expression of big, grey eyes that shimmer with innocent vulnerability, a furrowed brow that draws lines across her forehead, and parted lips that tremble with anticipatory breaths. I level my cock against the spoked dot of her ass, and push in.
God, she’s tight. The pink circle of her opening whitens as is stretches, and the line of her spokes smooth as she expands. Audrie growls a low, escalating tone, and the muscles of her lower back flex. I push her resistances inward, and the tight, glistening flesh about her rim bows inwardly with them, stretching her taint into an indentation about my advance. I push harder, and Audrie’s growl grows louder, and higher, until I finally break through. Her rim slides back along my girth, and Audrie’s head reels up, her spine arching and her glutes slamming together about me. She lets out a cry of abject pleasure as inch after inch of me disappears inside her ass. Her tight reaches envelope about me, embrace me in their sinful hold. The soft heat of her insides pulse with pleasured contractions, and give way to me in a constricting coil of deepening tension. I reach my base, and Audrie’s supple, soft cheeks press against my pelvis. Her cry strains her throat until it becomes a sob of pure satisfaction. She looks back at me; her eyebrows furrowed, her grey eyes glistening, and her parted lips quivering.
“Rape me,” she whispers, her voice dripping with lust, “rape me like I deserve to be raped.”
I grip her by the hips, pull out, and smash back into her. Her ass ripples upon the impact, and her insides seize about me in convulsions of pain and pleasure. Her head flies back, and the curve of her spine deepens as shrieks of euphoria blast from her gaping lips. I smack her viciously across the ass, punishing her for making me work so hard for my prize. Her shoulders pinch back, and a shiver ratchets up her spine. I feel her clench around me harder than ever before, so I hit her again, and again and again, until the tan, clear skin of her backside becomes a mosaic of red hand prints. She cries out with each hit, creating a perverse rhythm to our brutal lust; the smack of palm on flesh, the scream of pain and pleasure, the impact of pelvis to glutes, and the trailing moan that follows. Laurie walks behind the couch, Audrie’s panties in her hands.
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