Christina's little sister, Madison

You stomp out of the bedroom, and on your way out through the living room, nearly trip over a sprawled figure sulking on the carpet. It's Christina's little sister, Madison. You'd recognize her anywhere, even though she grew a couple inches since you last saw her: that same platinum-blonde hair, the same blue eyes, the same penchant for pastel-pink pajamas.. She's only a year younger than Christina, but at eighteen-years-old, she never quite acquired the same curves that Christina did. Yeah, she's a little flat around the chest and waist. But who cares? This is Blowjob Universe.

She's face-down, sobbing into her arms, headphones blaring some sad pop song, completely oblivious to the world, to you, and to the cock straining against your pants. The sight gives you a primal thrill. You remember Madison used to get bullied by Christina too. The sight almost makes you feel sorry for her, sorry that she was faced with living with that bitch of a big sister. It's not quite enough to override the thought of her pert young lips wrapped around your cock, however.

You yank the headphones off, startling Madison. "Whuh—? Who—Get out of our house, loser!"

You smirk. "You didn't hear? Christina invited me for a sleepover. Now be nice and welcome your guest."

She opens her mouth to scream, the perfect opportunity for you to grab a handful of her hair and shove your cock in. You silence her mid-scream with a full mouthful, her scream vibrating around your cock in a way that amplifies the pleasure. Her blue eyes go wide, shimmering in terror. She pushes at your hips in a pathetic attempt to free herself, but you've got all the leverage and none of the mercy. You **** her to look up at you as you feed her inch after inch, her lips stretched wide and her jaw trembling.

Spit and snot immediately spurts out of her nostrils as she starts to cry, and the effort to breathe only makes her suck harder. You fuck Madison’s mouth relentlessly, not bothering to pace yourself, not giving her even a moment’s reprieve. You hear the wet suck of her lips over your cock and moan, delighting in the sensation of another high school brat humiliated at your mercy.

Madison flails, her skinny arms beating at your sides, but you just grip the sides of her head and **** her deeper. Each thrust is heaven, a sloppy wet hole that gets wetter with each thrust. You don't care that she can only breathe when you're kind enough to pull out for a second before ramming back in. If she wanted to breathe, she shouldn't have had such a perfectly fuckable throathole.

She’s whimpering now, each trip down her throat accompanied by a tight gurgle and **** clawing at your legs.

You pull out for a second, just to savor the obscene wet pop as she gasps for air, drool and snot pouring down her chin. “Too much for you?” you coo. “Your sister always said you were a disappointment”

Her eyes go crazed with embarrassment and a fresh round of tears break loose, blackening her face with mascara. You grip her jaw and open her mouth wider, watching her tongue tremble in anticipation as you line her pert mouth up and push back in. This time you don’t even slow down, you just piston away, using her like a living cocksleeve. Each slap of your hips drives her nose deep into your crotch, and after a few more strokes, you can feel her throat start getting used to your shape. Or maybe she’s just getting weaker. Either works for you.

You don't bother with words for the finish. You just pull her head down, seal her lips to your base, and let go. Madison’s whole body writhes as you shoot down her throat—a full, stinky load that makes her eyes roll back and her face go red. The pressure is so much, some bursts out her nose and sprays across her cheek, dripping onto the carpet as she gags around your cock.

You hold her right there, letting her **** and splutter, her hands clawing weakly at your thighs. When you finally release her hair, she drops like a ragdoll, coughing up globs of cum and spit down the front of her pajamas. She stares up at you, dazed, her lips swollen, her whole face sticky and ruined.

You pat her on the head, still throbbing from the aftershocks. "Good girl," you say.