Standing in front of the mirror
From Torg Adventure
"Not on the bed. I want to watch you while we fuck," you say as you move her desk chair in front of the full-length mirror. Sam is out of bed so fast, you hardly have time to get the chair in place. She kisses you hard then turns her back to you and bends over the chair. Her perky little tits jiggle in the mirror.
"Please hurry!" she begs with a whine. In no rush yourself, you slowly step behind your sister. She looks back at you with fiery eyes, slapping her own ass to encourage you.
You separate her feet a little wider with your foot, then step between them, grabbing her butt. You spread her ass cheeks with your hands, revealing her brick-red rosebud. Then you quickly spear her cunt with your throbbing shaft.
"YES!" Sam grunts as you hit bottom in one thrust. Her cunt is so sloppy with her own juices, as well as perhaps some of your cum, that you have almost no resistance. In the mirror, your sister's face has an expression of total relief, like she'd been running a marathon and could finally relax. She pushes back into you as you pound her sex. You shift one hand down to rub her belly. "Yeah, put your load right there in my womb," she says. She shifts a hand from holding herself up on the chair to being on top of your hand, caressing her belly together. "Right where it can do its job." She doesn't seem to be thinking about what she's saying.
You slide your hand and therefore Sam's hand up her belly to her modest breasts, gently squeezing them. She moans like a whore. You say, "Your tits will get bigger. You'll like that, won't you?" Just testing to see her reaction.
She gazes hard at you in the mirror, but your words make her smile. "Mmm, yes. I want nice big tits to keep you happy. If you suck them good, maybe you'll get a surprise. Just don't stop fucking me."
You grin. "That's my perfect little slut," you say. Sam's familiar reaction to that word squeezes your cock.
"Mmm, yes. I'm your perfect little slut," she says, then moans as she spasms again. Her eyes are closed and she smiles.
You shift your hands to her hips to give you better leverage. You speed up, really pummeling her cunt. Your thighs slap loudly against her ass cheeks. Sam's moans get louder and higher pitched.
"Oh, yeah, gimme your perfect cock!" she pants, getting closer to coming. The look of total ecstasy on her face is amazing.
You move your hands to grab her shoulders, giving you really good leverage. You start to feel the tingle in your balls. It sounds like Sam is getting really close to coming.
"Oh, my God! I'm gonna come so hard, Max!" she growls. Now she's staring at you again, her eyes filled with lust and devotion.
"I'm gonna fill you so full that you'll get fat!" you shout, knowing you are seconds away from exploding.
"Oh, sweet Jesus! Yes! I'm coming! Fill your slut with your seed! Plant your seed in my garden! Aaaaiiiieee!" she cries as her body trembles and shakes. "Slut! Slut! Slut!" Her orgasm gets stronger. Her inner muscles practically crush your cock, they squeeze so hard.
You roar over her back as your cock goes off like a fire hose inside your sister, spewing your fertile swimmers deep in her. Your hips keep thrusting on their own without your help. You change her chant. "Pregnant! Pregnant! Pregnant!"
Sam squeals as her climax redoubles. She now repeats, "Pregnant slut! Pregnant slut!"
As you come inside her and she climaxes just as hard, you chant, "Pregnant slut!" in time with Sam. This lasts for many seconds, maybe even a minute. You can't keep track of time while in the middle of large orgasm.
Finally, you stop erupting in your sister, so you pull her shoulders up, so she's standing, your cock still embedded in her cunt. You rub her belly and she helps you.
She turns her head toward you and whispers, "Make me your pregnant slut, Max." Then she kisses you with a wild tongue. When she starts squeezing you and humping back into you, you push her off your cock.
"No, we have dinner and we're out of time. I don't want Mom finding us like this. After dinner we can resume," you say while Sam pouts.
What next?
