Pounding Heather's Pussy

Heather’s pussy was dripping wet, from a combination of Billy’s saliva and her own arousal.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Heather,” Billy announced. “Spread your pussy for me.”

One hand moved from Heather’s breasts down to her pussy. “Please don’t fuck me, Billy,” Heather protested. “I know that somewhere in your head you know that this isn’t right. It’s not too late to stop. Just let me jerk you off or something.” Her thumb and forefinger spread her lips.

Billy ignored her protests. “Use both hands,” he instructed, “pinch your labia and pull them apart.”

Heather’s body complied, pulling her lips out slightly, revealing a small opening.

“Wider,” said Billy, and Heather pulled her pussy open wider. “Keep going- wider,” Billy continued. By now Heather was wincing from the pain as she stretched her labia to the limit. Billy could see the pink, swollen inside of Heather’s pussy, the little nub at the top and the gaping opening at the bottom. Her extended labia reminded Billy of little butterfly wings. He stepped aside for a moment to ensure that the video camera behind him got a good show, and then resumed his place standing at the foot of the bed.

Billy placed the throbbing head of his erect cock at her opening, and slid forward. It was like nothing Billy had ever felt before- warm, wet, velvety soft- and the feeling engulfed his whole body. Heather was muttering “no, no, no” to herself, but Billy just wanted to climb inside his sister’s pussy and never come out. He slid himself in more, enjoying every inch, until the base of his cock was pressing against Heather’s pink flesh, and his balls were resting against her ass.

Heather turned her head to the side, closed her eyes, and let out a little sob.

“Look me in the eyes when I fuck you,” Billy said, angrily. Heather immediately opened her eyes and looked at her brother. Her eyes were wet and red from crying. “You can let go of your pussy lips.” Heather breathed a sigh of relief as she released her stretched labia.

“Use one hand to play with your tits, and the other to play with my nipples.” Heather again started rubbing her tits with her right hand, while her left hand went to Billy’s right nipple. She rubbed, tweaked and pinched it, sending pleasurable waves through Billy.

Billy locked his eyes onto Heather’s, and pulled back until his cock was almost out of her pussy. Then he slammed forward forcefully, causing both siblings to grunt and their bodies collided. Billy took Heather’s legs and rested them on his shoulders, and then started thrusting in and out of her pussy.

The feeling was exquisite, but Billy though that it could feel even better. He reached into Heather’s mind, and tweaked her abdominal and PC muscles. Instantly he felt her pussy clamp down on his cock like a vise. Heather let out a little cry, as both her pleasure and her pain intensified.

Billy continued thrusting into his sister’s tight pussy for a few more minutes. Then he pulled out, climbed up on the bed, and lay down with his head on Heather’s pillows.

“Get up and come straddle me,” Billy commanded. Heather rolled over and crawled her way up the bed until she was on top of Billy, one leg on each side of his hips. She sat up, her knees on the bed.

“I want you to fuck me,” he told her. Heather reached down between her legs and grabbed a hold of Billy’s cock. She pulled it so it was pointing toward the ceiling, adjusted her position so that her pussy was directly over his cock, and then lowered herself, sliding herself onto him. Heather winced at the pain as he re-entered her extremely tight vagina, but she never stopped looking him in the eyes, as instructed. Billy placed Heather’s hands on his shoulders, forcing her to lean forward and handing her little titties above his face.

When he was fully inside her, she began fucking him, alternating between bouncing and grinding on his cock. At first she rode him slowly. Then Billy urged her to go faster. She would lift her ass up, sliding his cock most of the way out. Then she would slam it back down, her ass making a satisfying smacking noise as it impacted Billy’s thighs. After a while she would switch to grinding, thrusting her hips forward forcefully, forcing her clit against Billy’s pubic bone.

Billy’s hands roamed all over Heather’s body, squeezing her ass cheeks, stroking her back and teasing her nipples. He lifted himself up so that he could suck his sister’s nipples into his mouth, and he licked, sucked and bit her rock hard nipples. As he clamped down with his teeth, Heather let out a yelp, which gave Billy an idea.

He entered her mind, and double the sensitivity of her whole body. Everything- nipples, clit, skin- was more sensitive. At the same time, he blurred the line between pleasure and pain. Pleasure for her would be somewhat painful, and pain would bring great pleasure.

The moment he exited her mind, Heather’s entire body shuddered as all sensations increased. Grinding her clit against her brother made her moan in pleasure, while at the same time wincing from the pain of it.

Billy grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face down to his. “Kiss me,” he whispered to her. Heather latched her mouth onto his and shoved her tongue into his mouth. Billy could feel her tongue sliding around his mouth, slipping under his tongue and between his lips and teeth, licking the roof of his mouth and wrestling with his tongue. Billy’s tongue fought back, pushing its way into Heather’s mouth, and exploring her mouth and throat.

Billy moved his hands to Heather’s chest, gently holding a nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. He also withdrew his tongue from her mouth, and sucked her lower lip into his mouth. Then, simultaneously, Billy bit down hard on Heather’s lower lip while vigorously pinching and twisting her nipples.

Heather let out an ear-piercing scream, only somewhat muffled by Billy’s mouth. Her body convulsed as it was wracked by an excruciatingly wonderful, painful orgasm. Her pussy squeezed his cock and wouldn’t let go as her body flopped around on top of him. Billy released her nipples, and reached down between their bodies. Locating her clit, he gave it the same treatment he had given her nipples. Heather screamed again as a new, even more powerful and painful wave of orgasms swept her body. With his other hand, Billy started spanking his sister’s ass, each smack sending another jolt through her body.

Billy could feel his own orgasm approaching, the cum rising in his balls. He threw Heather off of him and down onto her back on the bed. Quickly he rolled on top of her, his crotch level with her face.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered. Billy pushed his cock into Heather’s mouth, and he started pumping her mouth as hard as he had done her pussy. With each thrust his cock pushed its way into her throat, and was massaged by her spasming tongue and throat.

“Grab my ass and pull me into you,” Billy managed to mutter, and Heather grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, squeezed, and pulled him deeper into her mouth. “Play with my ass,” Billy moaned. Heather’s fingertips started to dance across her brother’s asshole.

Finally all the sensations became too much for Billy- Heather’s orgasming body beneath him, the smell of her arousal, the fingers pressing against his asshole and the tight caresses of her throat. Billy pushed his cock as far into his sister’s mouth as it would go, and with a guttural scream Billy released spurt after spurt of his cum into Heather’s throat.

The first few spurts easily made their way down her throat and to her stomach. But then the sheer volume of her brother’s hot cum overwhelmed Heather. She started to ****, coughing cum up and out of her mouth, dripping it down her chin and neck. Some of his cum was even **** up and out her nose, the white cream bubbling out of her nostril.

Billy continued cumming for what seemed like hours. Finally his orgasm stopped, and he rolled off of his sister. Heather gasped for air and coughed up even more cum, which by now had coated much of her face, neck, hair and chest.

As both lay panting, the siblings heard a knock coming from downstairs on the front door.

“Who the fuck could that be?” Billy wondered aloud. The knocking continued. Billy climbed out of bed and looked out the window, down to the front door. He recognized the visitor.

“It’s your friend Dylan,” he told Heather.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned, “Dylan can’t see me like this!”