"What are you doing, Heather?" Ashley yelled.
"Fucking your boyfriend," laughed Heather moving up and down on my cock. "Fuck me baby," she said pushing her tits towards my face.
I sat still expecting Ashley to explode. She walked towards us looking furious. "I'll teach you Heather!" She sounded angrier than I had ever heard her. "Hold her wrists," she told me. I did not want to provoke her so I grabbed them and held Heather tight.
Heather started to look worried and stopped moving on me. Ashley rolled up her sleve and took her hair brush out of her handbag. Raising her arm she brought the head of the brush down on Heather's ass with a satisfying smack. Heather yelped and tried to get up but I held her on my cock. Ashley carried on smacking her ass as Heather started to cry. I held her on me and moved my cock inside her fucking her slowly.
"My sister's a little tart," said Ashley. "I want you to show her what tarts do," she said to me. "Fuck her in the ass." She pulled Heather off me by the hair and I let her go. Protesting Heather was forced to her knees. "Go on," said Ashley, "You seem keen to fuck anything, why not her bum hole?"
"Please don't," begged Heather. "If you don't I'll be your girl. I'll do disgusting things for you that Ashley never would." |