Revenge For Chris's s****r (Epilogue to &quot - Sex Stories

Revenge For Chris's s****r (Epilogue to &quot

... more power thrusts, making him scream in pain, and then finally got up. “Come on, Chris! Take it home for this punk ass bitch!” “Oh yeah,” I said, looking down at Tyson with a scowl. “Here comes the BIG dick!” Cody grabbed Tyson’s ankles as I released them. “Put the ring in his mouth,” I said to Cody. “So we can all feed him a good meal of nut.” Dad, who had been standing by the counter smoking while Cody fucked Tyson, grabbed the mouth vise from the couch and tossed it to him. Cody lifted Tyson’s head and f***ed it into his mouth, fastening it tightly. All the while, he struggled and whimpered and sobbed to no avail. He was going to get my dick whether he liked it or not! I took my pants off, knelt down and lined my rock-hard dick up to his ass, which was now gaping wide open and laced with bl**d. “I know ya LIKE it rough, ya little bitch,” I said in a venomous whisper, glaring into his horrified eyes. “So I think you’re REALLY gonna love this.” I grinned over at Donna and said “This is for you, little s*s!” I punched Tyson’s balls as hard as I could, making him groan in pain and his ass tighten, and with as much f***e as I could, I plunged my cock to the hilt into his ass. He gave another bl**d-curdling scream as the extra inch of cock split the inner depths of his hole. I allowed my fury at him to flood my mind and began my assault. I was pounding him harder than I’d ever pounded anyone before, harder than I’d fucked any girls, harder than I’d ****d those c***d-m*****ing ...

... faggots in prison, even harder than I’d power-fucked Kareem. Pure rage was driving me to give this fuck nigga the absolute HARDEST fucking ever. I drove my knuckles into his stomach, wrapped my hands around his neck, slapped him, spit on him, and roared in his screaming face. I can only imagine how much pain he was in, but I didn’t give two fucks! He deserved every bit of this torture and then some. The others cheered me on as I brutalized my s****r’s r****t. He was starting to go hoarse now from all his screaming, but I kept on going. I wasn’t even focused on busting a nut; it was all about HURTING this faggot. I must have fucked him for at least twenty minutes straight; it was quite a while before I felt my cum building up inside me. I looked over at the couch and saw the guys jacking their cocks, watching me **** Tyson. At least Kareem was watching me (he was the only gay dude out of all of us). Dad and Cody had their eyes closed, probably imagining a bunch of hot chicks in order to bust. “I hope you’re ready to eat some hot fuckin’ cum, nigga!” I yelled in Tyson’s face. “Get yourself a preview of what you’ll be takin’ down ya faggot ass throat every day!” Sweat poured from every pore on my body as I plowed Tyson even harder. His voice was nearly gone now; he was giving raspy sobs. But I could tell that he realized we were almost done. I heard Kareem moaning in pleasure and next second, he ran over to us, kneeling at Tyson’s head, violently stroking his cock. “Ready for ...