Brian Laver: More than a mother

Somehow, though, Carl managed to beat him to it. Carl slipped over Kitty's body and Bobby ended up falling on top of him.

"Hey, punk, what are you trying to do?" Carl yelled.

Bobby was pissed off that he'd been beaten out of second place, and he felt foolish lying on top of his brother with his hard cock pressed to his ass.

He crawled off and resigned himself to more waiting. Carl turned the still gyrating girl over and set her up on her knees. Bobby watched in fascination as his brother guided his bloated cock-head below the girl's quivering ass and entered her cunt from the rear.

Holding her hips in his strong hands, Carl humped his cock in and out of the full length of her fuck-tunnel. Kitty groaned deeply every time Carl's prick shot up her twat. The sound made Bobby's cock expand even more than it already had. Carl and Kitty soon got into a synchronized rhythm and fucked like champs.

The whore's tits hung down until the tips rested on the bed. Her face was turned to the side of the bed that Bobby was watching from, showing him the look of passion she wore. Bobby was getting so impatient that he thought of jerking off. It would have been a good show to masturbate with, but the real thing would be worth waiting for.

Don had gotten off the bed and was watching with Bobby. Bobby noticed that his brother's cock was getting hard again, but he would make sure that he wasn't beaten out this time. When Carl finished, he was going to stab that cunt with his prick or die trying.

As he watched and waited, firming his resolve not to let Don take his place, he was amazed to see Don climb on the bed near the chick's head. He still had a glaze of dried cunt juice on his prick, and Carl was still plowing her from behind, but Don lifted the girl's head and stuck his cock into her mouth. When Bobby saw how eager the whore was to get that prick into her face, he cursed himself for not thinking of that himself. Don was getting seconds and he was still standing there going crazy with horniness. At least he was getting a good show.

The sight of the girl, on her elbows and knees, getting fucked from both ends, was a sight to behold. Both of his older brothers were sliding their pricks into that chick and she was loving it. Her lips were wrapped tightly around the cock in her mouth, and her ass was pumping and making a circling motion. The three of them were in ecstasy, but at least Bobby wouldn't have any competition for the next opening.

He walked back and forth, checking on the progress being made at either end of the girl's body. He figured that Carl would come first since he had started first and was on his first turn while Don was working on his second come. He expected her cunt to be free any second now. The assurance that he was going to get fucked soon was the only thing that prevented him from grabbing his cock and spraying the three on the bed with his hot jism.

When Bobby heard Carl grunting with orgasmic desperation, he knew his turn was coming up. He watched his brother screw up his face as he was filled with ecstasy. Bobby was bouncing up and down on his toes with the wild anticipation of getting his prick into that juicy cunt.

There was no doubt about it. Carl was coming.

He jerked his body in a few last spasms, and then fell backwards, leaving the whore's cunt vacant. Bobby climbed up on the bed and took his position so fast that he knocked Carl right on the floor.

Looking down, Bobby saw the cunt-hole open and waiting for him. Its pink interior was visible after the stretching the last two cocks had given it. Bobby grabbed his prick and guided it to the gooey entrance. When the taut skin of his prick touched her hot gash, he felt the muscles in his belly contract with pleasure. He moved his hips forward and felt the cunt envelop his meat. The sensation he'd longed for was no disappointment.

He concentrated on the feeling of having his tool held in the tight tunnel of her pussy. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced before, not even when he jerked off into the liver his mother had bought for dinner. The whore's cunt was still contracting violently from the constant fucking it had received in the last five minutes, giving Bobby a special thrill.

He began hunching his pecker in and out. The wet, satiny walls of the pussy stroked his dong hungrily. Bobby knew that it was a dream come true. He wanted to make it last a long time, but it wasn't easy to restrain himself at a time like that.

Don was shooting into the girl's mouth and in another few seconds he would have her all to himself. Don fell away after depositing his load into Kitty's mouth, and she fell forward. Bobby's prick slipped out of her cunt, but he plugged it in again in a second.

Suddenly, he was aware of some strange noises. He didn't want to stop fucking, but when he realized that his brothers were suddenly in frantic motion, he looked up. They were grabbing their clothes and pulling them on as fast as they could. Don, with one leg in his pants, was yelling for Bobby to get his cock out of that cunt and get his ass in gear. His confusion began to replace his lust. He tried to figure out what the hell was going on. Then he began to hear the noises more clearly. There were voices yelling something about the cops and, sure enough, there were police whistles tweeting loudly nearby.

Carl was dressed and he grabbed Bobby, pulling him out of the whore's pussy and off the bed. Footsteps were heavily pounding past the door, the whistles were getting louder and Bobby was coming to his senses. He scrambled for his clothes, but Don was dragging him and he couldn't get anything on.

They opened the door and saw a parade of half-dressed men and women rushing by. They joined the stampede. Suddenly, the tide turned, and everyone started moving the other way. They were surrounded by cops. Then Bobby saw the whore he had been fucking. She grabbed his arm and pulled him to the side. Bobby grabbed Don and Don grabbed Carl. The whore led the line of them into a dark room. She slammed the door and they were out of the rushing mob. Kitty let a window shade snap up, revealing a dirty window with cracked panes. She lifted the window and crawled out, yelling for the guys to follow her.

Bobby was hopping up and down, trying desperately to get his foot into his pant leg, but wasn't having much luck. Don kept pushing him towards the window. There was a fire escape out there, and Kitty and Carl were already running up it to the roof. Bobby was pushed out the window, naked, clutching his clothes in his arms. He found himself climbing the steep steps with his cock wagging in the afternoon breeze.

When they reached the roof, it seemed that they would be safe. The sun was shining and there wasn't a cop in sight. They could still hear the commotion below, but it seemed faraway. Kitty, with a robe wrapped around her, showed the guys how to hop to the next roof and where they could find another fire escape that would take them back down to the street. She said she was going to hide out with a friend in another building.

Bobby was getting into his clothes and wanted to suggest that they go along with her to her friend's. He found that he had come some time after pulling out of her snatch. He had an orgasm and had missed it. Before he could say anything, the whore was gone and Bobby was chasing after his brothers and buttoning his shirt. They found their way down to the street and began to realize what a close call it had been.

"Let's go wound to the front of that building again and see what's going on," Carl suggested.

That sounded like a good idea, and they walked over there. As soon as they rounded the corner, they saw a bunch of cop cars and vans. It looked like they were the only ones to get away. Girls in their underwear or holding robes around them were being loaded into the vans along with a few men. When the vans were loaded and there wasn't anyone else coming out of the building, the guys were left alone on the sidewalk.