Raped by brother(36)

She felt her brother's cock throbbing and jerking inside her. It went in and in and in.

"Ahhhh, Sis! Your pussy's so sweet and tight! Ah, God! What a sweet cunt! Ohhhhh, honey, I'm going to come! I can't help it, Monica! Don't hate me! Don't… ahhhhhhgh!"

He arched up as much as he could, straining against the ropes around him. She felt his heated, sucked-on cock buck wildly. Then he was spewing a huge, flooding wad of cum into her virginal cunt.

The first sensation of heated wetness was electrifying. She'd dreamed about it for days. Now that she felt her first prick blast into her pussy, she arched her neck and spine and thrust her tits against her brother's mouth and came violently, shuddering and yelling.

"Yaaaah, Whit! I'm coming around your prick! My brother! My brother's spurting prick! Yaaaaagh!"

"Ooooo, Emmett – flood my hot asshole!" Wendy cried, shivering all over his lap as his thick plug burst forth again.

"Ohhhhhh, Deke – fuck me, honey – fuck me!" Carla cried, swirling her hand over her dripping pussy.

She fairly lunged at her brother, taking him to the floor, ripping his pants down his hips and grabbing his rigid cock. She lay on top of him and wriggled her hips against his, feeding his prick into her hole.

Whit looked around his sister's shoulder and watched. Carla's spread ass was pointed right toward him. He saw the length of her brother's prick slide right up her hot cunt and fuck furiously.

His own prick jerked inside his sister's tight, shivering pussy. There was only a moment of rancor in him. He watched the heaving rump he'd thought had belonged to him. He could see the pink-brown asshole he'd fucked and fucked. He could see the sucking pussy lips, bloated and slippery with honey as they puffed around the root of her brother's prick the way they used to puff out around his.

When he saw the grinding clash they made against each other and the sudden spurt of white sperm oozing out around her cunt lips, something let go within him, and he didn't care about Carla any more.

Monica sat on his lap, facing him. She couldn't get off. She held his prick deep in her wet pussy and let the tingles jump shamelessly through her body. She sighed and leaned against his chest, her tits flattening. She rested her head in the hollow of his shoulder.

"I really blew it, didn't I, Sis?" he said softly.

She nodded silently. Her pussy squeezed reflexively around his imbedded prick. "I think I'm going to come again, Whit," she gasped quietly. "Oh, God – and to think how depraved I felt when you just squeezed my tit this afternoon."

"Go ahead, honey. Come all you want to. You don't have to hold it back. It'll be our secret, I promise. I remember what it was like the first time. You just come and come."

"Ohhhhh, God," she moaned again, her voice quivering. Her pussy sucked and drew. She couldn't stop it. The sensation was too thrilling. "Now!" she whispered in his ear. "Whit, now!"

She squealed softly in the back of her throat, burying her face in the hollow of his neck. Her cunt muscles spasmed. Tingles shot all through her body, and she couldn't keep her ass from wriggling in his lap.

"Ahhhhh!"

"Oh, God, that feels good, Sis!" he gasped. "Aw, shit – I'm going to come too! Honey, your tight pussy's just drawing it up from my balls! I'm sorry! God, I'm sorry!"

"It's all right, Whit! Come! Ohhhhh, I can feel it pumping into the back of my pussy! Ohhhh, God, it's exciting!"

"Hey, they're doin' it again!" Wendy cried, pointing her finger and jiggling all over.

Monica moaned. Nothing was secret. Nothing of her life had ever been secret.

"I'm gonna fuck that there hot cunt now, Harry rumbled, pulling at his long prick."

Wendy waddled over, sperm dripping from both her holes and running down her thighs. "And I'm gonna titty-fuck that hot prick! Get her off, Harry!"

She and Harry lifted Monica from Whit's lap so quickly her gripping, tight pussy nearly folded inside out. "Ahhhhh, Whit!" she cried.

"Leave her alone, you bastard!" Whit yelled.

"Stop me, buddy," Harry cackled, folding Monica over the arm of the couch. Her ass thrust into the air. She turned her head and cried and sobbed and flopped her hands helplessly behind her back, straining at the rope around her wrists.

She felt Harry dabble in her wet pussy folds with his fingers. "God damn, she were a virgin!" he said with surprise. "The juice is pink. Hot damn – a tight hole!"

He aimed his long cock and put the head between her bloated lips. He pushed forward. The long, long prick ran up her pussy – up and up.

"Ahhhhhhhgh!" Monica cried, lifting her head from the seat of the moldy, stinking couch.