Punishing the Brats

It was fucked up. Maybe it was because he’d teased her for so long and now was showing his true colours. Or maybe the feelings were still lingering from when she first met him and they went to the waterpark. He was the first guy her own age she’d seen topless, and it took her years before she repressed that memory.

It had all resurfaced, though, when she felt his cock throb against her the other day when they were playing around on the sofa. And now, her body screamed with need for him.

“Zach,” she murmured, her mind hazy with pleasure as she broached that pinnacle. Could she cum in her sleep?

She had a feeling she was going to find out.

The intensity of warm, pleasurable feelings in her loins only mounted after all, the motions of that tongue bringing her to an ever rising height. She felt her spine curve, her taut tummy push upwards as her breathing grew short and laboured. Sylvia was cresting that wave of intense pleasure as Zach ate her out.

He wasn’t just the first man she’d ever seen topless: he was always a gorgeous male specimen. Sculpted, fit, tall and strong. He was everything she could want and then some, beyond expectations or reason.

And that same man was eating her cunt then and there, atop her bed.

She knew it, on some level. There was no way a dream could possibly be so vivid. So realistic. There was no way it could feel as if someone’s tongue were pressed into her, strong hands around her thighs, holding them further and further apart.

He had such strength, and part of her wanted to keep pretending she was asleep, to see what he’d do. But she already knew.

He was working her towards that point of no return.

She moaned his name once more.

* * *

Zach

Zach sank his long, strong fingers into her flesh as he felt her climb that peak. It was hard to believe she could still genuinely be asleep, but as she called his name he knew it hardly mattered anymore. Asleep, awake, she was just lost in the sea of pleasure he cast her into, and he planned to take her all the way across it.

He bent his hulking, broad form over her, licking and lashing at her cunny, forcing her loins to receive his lavish affections even as she gushed and lost all control.

Lifting her body towards his face, he took her over that edge. Her thighs tightened around him and held him in a vice grip as she screamed. Her fingers gathered her nipples and she tugged them gently, extending her own pleasure as she bucked against Zach’s face, her entire body jerking against him.

The gush of warm honey across his tongue overflowed onto his face, and he could barely keep up with it, swallowing down her nectar as she came upon his handsome young face. Zach continued all the while to tongue her sensitive clit, to prod her delicate nethers as she wailed and writhed before him, crying out, squealing and screaming in overwhelming pleasure.

He took such joy in it, filling the house with her cries of ecstasy. Helping drag out that moment for her as long as possible as he tongued her little wet twat again and again, wanting to control that pretty beauty that was his sister. His.

Never had he felt like that before, not about any other girl. It was a weird change for him to not just want to fuck a girl, but to make her cum as well. To make her come crawling back, addicted and needing more.

He wanted to make her obsessed, so that she wouldn’t turn away from him once their world came back into clearer focus.

She softened, finally, as her orgasm ebbed and her eyes fluttered open, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

“Wow,” she murmured softly, still panting for breath.

Zach rose up over her, licking around his glistening lips, savouring her honey as he watched her there, panting in the afterglow of her blissful climax. He ran his hands along her porcelain thighs, grasped her hips and let it be known with little more than that commanding presence of his, that she wasn’t going anywhere. She was not done. Would never be done, until he said so.

He let his broad, chiselled ch

est puff out, the thick muscle on display as his dick jutted out, hard and aroused.

She looked at him with such a strange glint. Like a corruption of youthful love.

Her tongue ran along her lips as well as she dropped her eyes to his cock, her small chest rising and falling with her eager breathing. She wanted him so bad. He knew, as her legs pulled from his shoulders, spreading and letting her wet flower blossom open.

Zach slid his hand down over his hard, stony abs, through the blonde tuft of pubic hair, to grasp at the base of his thick, throbbing cock. He took hold of that member, hefted its thick length and smacked it against her moist petals, teasing her clit some more as he let the comparison of that beefy manhood to her tiny cunny really sink into her head.

“You’re mine now, princess,” he growled, and though he meant it to be something else, it sounded so lustful, so controlling. He grasped her thigh tightly in his free hand, and held her there beneath him, feeling every bit like a brutish man of the wild, laying claim to a mate.

He didn’t want to risk another visit from family, another interruption to what was going to be the sweetest moment of his life. Yet at the same time, he wanted to make her moan. He wanted her to remember it for all time, to look back at the time she’d lost her virginity with nothing but desire.