She saw the root of his prick thicken, and she knew it had bucked into greater stiffness in Carla's mouth. Monica knew what that mouth and tongue could do. She'd seen it before, and she'd felt its action before, and there was no doubt in her mind that her brother would have a raging hard-on very shortly.
She glanced at Wendy and Emmett. His fat cock pumped in and out of her juicy hole. Her pussy was so open and wet that her juices ran down her thighs and were smeared on Emmett's hips.
The girl stopped sucking on her own tit and tossed her head back. "Owwweee, Emmett!" she cried. "Honey, that fat prick's gonna pull my trigger! Real close, Emmett! Are you? You gonna blast my pussy full of white stuff? Ohhhh, gimme some cream, Emmett! Shoot the hot sauce up me, baby!"
Her fleshy legs quivered. Her butt jiggled and shook on the counter. Her stretched pussy muscles pulled and sucked at the fat prick reaming in and out of her hot cunt.
Emmett growled in the back of his throat. His powerful butt cheeks clenched tightly together and jerked forward, driving his trembling prick all the way into the red, oily silk of Wendy's spasming cunt.
"Hoooeee, Emmett!" she squealed, kicking her legs into the air and opening them wide, taking his body fully between them. "I'm comin', baby! Drill me deep! Gimme a gusher! God! Yaaaagh!"
Emmett growled again, saying no words, only noises of animal lust. His prick bucked violently and exploded, hosing the inside of her pussy with hot, spurting cream.
The stuff spurted from her red hole and drooled down the front of the kitchen counter. They whooped and shuddered, and Emmett grabbed her in his arms again and swung her around, his prick still pumping up into her body.
Monica watched and licked her lips and shuddered. She didn't want it to happen, but her pussy tunnel squirmed slickly all the way back to the end of her vagina.
Her flat tummy rippled with each stroke of Deke's finger up and down her slit. Her cheeks trembled against the opening pressure of Harry's thumbs, and her asshole pulsed in and out when she felt his breath wash moistly over it.
"Ohhhhhh, don't…" she whimpered.
She felt his tongue lick up her asscrack. He did it again and again, making the deep groove slick with saliva. Then he centered the tip at her asshole and rimmed it again and again, wetting the rubbery mouth until it blazed with sensation.
At the same time, Deke had put his face to her pussy, tipping his head back slightly. "Slick her up real good, Harry," he said.
His tongue slurped up her slit. The point circled her clitoral bud and made the tiny organ stretch and fill to erection and tingling sensitivity.
"Ahhhhhh, don't…" Monica whimpered again.
She gasped and put her hands on the top of Deke's head. She closed her eyes and tried to think of other things. It didn't work. She felt her pussy begin to run with honey.
He slurped it up. She whimpered quaveringly and cast a glance toward her brother. She saw that he wasn't having any luck either. His prick got thicker under Carla's relentless sucking and finger fucking of his asshole.
Then Harry stood up behind her again. He lifted his long prick up and placed the head against her slick asshole and pushed tentatively.
"Oh-h-h, Whit…" she gasped.
It was the sound of surrender, of hopeless defeat, of pointless resistance to the inevitable. As if on command from the secret thoughts of her mind, her pussy tunnel gushed forth a wad of honey into Deke's mouth, and her asshole began to quiver open.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Ahhhhhh – God! He's fucking my asshole!" she cried heatedly, shaking her head, her ass and hips quivering wildly. "Whit! Whit, it's going in! His prick! I can feel it going up my butt! Ahhhhh, I'm squeezing and squeezing, but I can't stop it! Whit!"
"You bastards – you bastards…" Whit choked, watching it happen.
He couldn't believe the length of that prick of Harry's. He watched Monica be bent over slightly at the waist so that her asshole was elevated and opened for the spearing shaft, and then he watched it disappear slowly between her round, tight cheeks.
"Yaaaaagh!" Monica cried throatily, saliva drooling from her lower lip. Her tits shook. Her cheeks clenched and clamped. But there was nothing she could do to stop the relentless penetration of her butt.
She felt her anal mouth spread and quiver. The big head popped through the muscular ring with a rubbery snap. And then her whole bottom became more and more filled with hot, throbbing cock.
At the same time, Deke's mouth was wide open under her dripping, flowing pussy. His tongue battered her clit and made her gasp again and again. His hands were wrapped around her hips, and his fingers held hey asscheeks open for Harry's cock.
She tossed her head around and happened to see her brother once through the dizziness of her mind. His prick was shiny and fully erect. Carla was slipping her pursed lips up and down the full length of it.