My Wife's Little Sister Read Free

but she moved her free hand to her ass, feebly trying to stop me. She was gasping in my lap. I slowly brought my hand down to her tender ass, rubbing her gently.
    "Have you learned your lesson? Are you going to stop teasing me, Kelsey?" I asked. I might still be able to get away from this, still might be able to send her out the door so that I could jerk off to this moment for the rest of eternity, my conscience intact.
    She turned, and I let go of her hand so that she could look at me. I could see tears in her eyes, and she looked genuinely repentant for a moment. However, once she got a look at my face, once she could feel my hard-on underneath her, her face turned into a smile of defiance. "Never," she said.
    I grabbed her hand and pulled her so that she was face down again. I grabbed the bottom of her sexy satin gown and pulled upwards. I could hear a few of the stitches pop, some fabric tearing, but I didn't care. I exposed her ass to me. A tiny black thong was all the underwear that she had on, and her ass cheeks were already rosy from the beating they had received, but there was no single hand print. The dress had softened the blows a little bit.
    Not for long , I thought. My hand came down swiftly, this time connecting with a loud SMACK. She had been mostly compliant until now, but suddenly she began to struggle. I didn't care; she had to be taught a lesson. My hand came down again, and this time she howled a little in pain. Her hand came down again to block me, but I spanked her other ass cheek, leaving a giant red hand print.
    She cried out. "Stop, please!" I stopped for a moment, rubbing that last hand print gently. She relaxed as I rubbed. I touched her little thong, and she moaned a little bit. My fingers moved without my brain telling them to, rubbing along her little asshole, moving downwards. I was shocked when I touched her pussy. It was so wet that she would probably have a wet spot on the front of her dress. I rubbed her slightly, and heard her moan, "Yes..." It was the moan of a girl's wildest dream coming true.
    "Is this what you wanted your prom date to do to you?" I asked, rubbing a little more vigorously.
    "Oh, God, yes," she moaned back, writhing on my lap.
    "I don't think he's going to get a chance now," I said. I brought my hand out of her underwear, letting go of her hand at the same time. I grabbed her panties and pulled, the waistband breaking instantly.
    Instead of protesting, Kelsey moaned and thrust her ass out even more. I didn't want her to get too comfortable, so I gave her ass one last spank, the hardest spank yet. With her hands free, she was able to flip on her back. I got out from under her, sitting on the edge of the couch as she lay across it. I saw the wet tears in her eyes, making her mascara run a little, but I also saw the wet sheen on her pussy, neatly shaven.
    "Well, well," I said. "Looks like you went all out for the prom."
    Her frown quickly turned into a sexy smile. "I got my hair and nails done for the prom, I figured I might as well get my pussy done too." She hiked her dress up even more, spreading her legs open a little more. I was immediately reminded of how shy Lynn had been the first time we had made love, of how I didn't actually see her pussy until the third time we had sex. Apparently Kelsey didn't have the same shyness.
    All my inhibitions were out the window at this point. As she lay there, biting her lip and looking nervous, I knelt on the floor and lifted her feet by her heels, putting her legs on my shoulders. She gasped as my tongue licked up her leg, getting closer and closer to her pussy. She closed her eyes and moaned as I tasted her, lapping up her juices as they leaked from inside of her. She was so wet, so ready.
    As another moan escaped her lips, I buried my face into her pussy. My tongue was on her clit, and her moans turned to gasps. Her hands gripped the couch's fabric as her legs tightened around my neck. I knew the pace and rhythm that her sister