"We won't be caught, Whit," he said, grinning with supreme confidence. "But if we are, you're the one who's going to get life for popping her cherry. Carla – you know what he likes. Get him hard. Get that cock like a poker."
"Me too, me too!" Wendy cried, her flesh jiggling softly all over.
"You gotta wait," Emmett grated. "I'm gonna fuck my load into that big pussy first."
He dropped his pants and ripped off his shirt. His chest was like a barrel. It was matted with hair. His thighs were huge, solid muscle. His prick was unbelievably fat and short, like the squat trunk of live oak.
He fisted his prick and took her in his arms. She squealed and giggled and rolled her tits against his chest. She threw her legs around his waist and settled her broad butt in his cupping hands.
His cock poked at her open pussy and then spread the wet meat and fucked inside.
"Ohhhhh!" she squealed. "Fuck me, Emmett! God, that prick's fat! I nearly can't take it at first, and then my pussy opens up and takes it all!"
He puffed and fucked his hips against her middle, ramming her yielding body good, walking around the room with her as she clung to him and giggled and moaned and fucked freely back.
Carla dropped to her knees in front of Whit. She looked up at him and grinned. "I know what he likes," she said. "He likes my soft lips. He likes my hot little tongue. He likes to watch me play with my pussy. Mmmmmm, I'm going to give you the best sucking you've ever had, you big fucker. And that prick's going to get as stiff as an iron rod."
"You bitch," Whit grated, twisting against his ropes as she slipped her slim fingers under his balls and pulled at his prick.
"Just think of how badly you wanted to slip your hot, hard prick into your sister's sweet pussy, honey. Remember how you watched me suck it off? Remember how you couldn't wait to fuck her mouth and spurt your cum down her throat? Just think what it's going to be like when we slip her tight, sweet, virginal pussy down over that hard, hard cock, Whit. Think of it!"
She moaned and shoved her face into his lap, opening her mouth, sucking his prick between her lips. Whit gritted his teeth and turned his head. He saw Wendy and Emmett fucking.
They were in the kitchen part. Her butt was resting at the edge of the counter, her legs still around his waist. His prick made wet sounds in her pussy. He sucked on one of her tits, and she sucked on the other one, squirming and moaning against him.
Whit looked at his sister. Deke and Harry were around her. Harry's pants were off. His cock was a foot long. It was rising, coming up between her round, pert asscheeks, sliding under her crotch as he tied her hands behind her back and made her tits thrust forward.
Deke was feeling them. Then he bent down and sucked on them, doing it softly and gently, making Monica grit her teeth to keep from moaning.
"Man, that's nice ass," Harry rumbled, cupping her cheeks when he'd finished tying her hands. He spread the firm spheres with his thumbs and put the head of his long, thin dick between them.
"Ahhhhh, don't!" Monica cried, lurching forward. "Whit! He's trying to fuck my ass!"
"Lay off, Goddamn it!" Whit yelled, thrashing in the chair. "Lay off my sister!"
Deke looked at him and grinned. "Sisters are the best, ol' buddy," he said. "How you coming with him, Carla?"
She sucked her mouth from Whit's cock and fisted the wet prick. "He's still too limp, Deke," she smiled. "But he's coming along. Mmmm, I could suck on a soft prick all day long," she said, slurping his noodle between her lips again, rolling it around in her mouth with her tongue.
"Man, that there's a tight little hole," Harry gasped, his cock now stiff and throbbing, the head swelling between Monica's cheeks and pressing right against her asshole.
"It needs wetting, Harry," Deke said. He cupped her twat with his hand and ran a fingertip up her slit, feeling her with outrageous boldness. "So does her pussy."
"Well, then, what say we slick her up, Deke?" Harry grinned.
"What say?" Deke said, smiling at Monica. "Be a good girl, now, and spread your legs, honey."
He got to his knees in front of her. She could feel Harry do the same behind her. They held her still by her thighs and hips, the four hands caressing her lower body constantly.
She sucked in her breath and looked at Whit. He was still gritting his teeth, trying to keep from getting hard. He was doing wonderfully but it was a losing battle.
It was just a matter of time. Carla sucked on his cock avidly. She drew the whole length of him into the warm, silky cavern of her mouth. She rolled his prick with her tongue, massaging the spongy glans.
She fondled his balls with her slim fingers. Then she began to stroke his asshole, teasing him mercilessly. When she wetted her finger and screwed it slowly and sensuously into his twitching butt, Monica could hear his gasp.