J. Bradley - Raped by brother

Her pussy split wide open. Monica could see the pink meat, the puffy lips, the gleam of wetness from her slippery juice as it caught the light from the bedroom.

She stared through the thin weave of the curtain and couldn't believe she was invisible behind it. Yet, she knew the whiteness made a blank screen in front of her dark clothing. Besides, Carla's eyes weren't open. She closed them as she flexed the trim thighs and lifted her pussy back.

Whit's stiff prick jerked upward. The head centered right into the fleshy gap and jerked at her vaginal mouth, making another wet suck in her oiled tissues.

He growled softly. Carla inched her hips forward. Monica watched the head of her brother's prick spread the satiny pussy meat and slip slowly and teasingly inside the pink hole.

"Ahhhhhhh, good! Good!" Carla cried softly. "Fuck it up me! Ohhh, fuck that wonderful cock up my cunt and make me come!"

Monica watched it happen. She held her breath. Her tit tips brushed sensitively against the soft fabric of her pullover. She felt her own pussy lips bloat quickly inside the stretch pants, and she knew it was pouring forth her sweet, virginal juices.

Her brother! She was watching her brother fuck his prick into a girl's pussy!

She couldn't help the comparison her mind made – Carla's big, fleshy, wet cunt and her own tight, virginal little slit. Carla's big pointed tits that jiggled to the sides and her own firm, round balls, high and pert.

And she couldn't help but notice the difference between her brother's prick and Burke's. Carla was moaning for the big cock that was sliding up her open cunt, making quite a fuss over it. Monica couldn't help a smug feeling. Her brother's prick wasn't as thick or as long as Burke's had been.

"Ahhhhh, God! Darling, it's all the way up my cunt! Ohhhhhh, what a fucker you are! A big bold fucker! God, take me into the bedroom and lay me out and pump that heavy cock in and out of my drooling cunt and make me come, Whit!"

She screwed her hips around, swinging her round ass in his cupping hands, making her pussy mouth suck and slobber along the stiff, imbedded shaft.

She twisted her chest against him and made her pointed tits slide and flatten against him. She flexed her thighs and made her pussy lift up and down along his cock. And all the while, she nibbled on his ears and his lips and breathed passionately against his neck and face and moaned.

Whit turned, balancing her weight on his forward-thrusting hips. He was grinning broadly, his lips quivering with passion and a feeling of regal power, as if the piece of ass he was holding in his hands was really the whole world.

Monica held her breath again as they staggered back through the doors into the bedroom. Carla's foot caught the edge of the door and pulled it partly closed, allowing Monica to be able to see clearly through the crack it made with the frame.

She watched her brother pump his prick rapidly into Carla's pussy for a moment. He held her cheeks wide apart, and his butt flew back and forth as he stroked her and made her cling to him and moan shakily.

"Ohhhhhhh, you fucker! You big fucker! God, Whit, you're going to make me come already! Ahhhhh, put me on the bed and pour it to me!"

Monica sucked in her breath and glued her eye to the crack. She felt her pussy squirm and shiver and her lips bloat. She slid her hands down her tummy and cupped her burning, quivering crotch tightly with them, pressing her arms in at the sides of her tits.

Whit carried Carla to the foot of the bed. He bent over with her and laid her on her back, still standing. Her legs were still wrapped around his hips, and they came uncurled and flew straight into the air.

"Eeeeee, fuck me!" she cried gleefully.

Whit pounded against her saddle, driving his prick in and out of her split pussy, making her juices spray to the sides and coat her inner thighs and his belly.

Monica watched her brother's balls swing under his crotch. They spanked into the split crack of Carla's ass. Her anus pulsed and sucked, and her cheeks quivered with each slap as if trying to capture his balls in their firm grip.

Whit stiff-armed the bed while he fucked, looking down at her shaking, jiggling tits. He leaned forward and sucked the end of one of them into his mouth and drew on it.

The nipple stretched and popped from his lips, and her tit end gleamed and throbbed. He did it to the other tit, and Carla groaned with sexual bliss.

"Suck my tits!" she cried. "Fuck my pussy! Ahhhhh, you horny fucker, fill my aching cunt with hot cum! Make it boil up my pussy until my belly sloshes!"

"Ohhh, you hot bitch!" Whit groaned. "You love fucking! God damn it, baby, tonight's the night!"

"Ohhhhhhh, yes! Yes! I'm hot enough, Whit – are you?"

"God, yes!" he gasped.

"Then give it to me! Give me the first one, you fucker! I'll bet you don't make the other nine!"

"Like hell!" he cried. "You're the one who isn't going to make it to ten, because your pussy's so hot and wet right now it's going to blow apart with the first one!"

"Ahhhhhh, God! Yes! Now! Right now, you fucker! Blast me full! Here it comes! Here comes – number… one… Yaaaaaagh!"

Her ass lifted high, driving her gobbling, sucking cunt mouth up the jerking tube of his prick. The wet flesh quivered and pulsed, the muscles surrounding her pussy orifice stripping the sensitive underside of his cock as they pulsed with her orgasm.

She flung her arms around his neck and pulled him down against her tits. The pointed cones flattened and stabbed into him, and she shuddered wildly, tossing her cupped ass in his hands.

"Ahhhhhhgh, your cunt! It's eating my cock alive! Ahhhhhh, God, here it comes, baby! The whole flood! Take it! Take it! I'm going to… Ahhhhrrrgh!"

He drove his body against hers, splitting her already spread thighs wider. He pulled upward with his hands, lifting her ass from the bed and wrapping her sucking, silky pussy meat up around the root of his bucking prick.

His balls drew up tightly under his crotch and pumped. Sperm hosed and boiled from the tip of his prick, shooting far up her silken depths and bathing her spasming cervix.

There was so much of it her pussy tunnel wouldn't hold it all. It spurted from between her bloated, quivering cunt lips and ran down the bottom of her crotch, puddling in the upturned little mouth of her quivering asshole.

Monica stood outside and watched her brother's asscheeks clench together tightly as he shot his big wad into the girl's spasming pussy.

She felt her own cunt blaze with heat. She remembered the feel of Burke's big prick rubbing up and down her silky slit and rippling over the throbbing bud of her clit, and the squeezing sensation her hands were giving her pussy on the outside of her pants wasn't enough.

She gasped repeatedly, unable to take her eyes from the erotic sight. She thrust her hand inside her stretch pants and felt the wet curls of her pubes, the bloated, shaking lips of her virginal twat.

One hand wasn't enough. She shoved the other one inside her pants too, and the material cupped her asscheeks tightly. She spread her puffy cunt lips with two fingers and ran another one up and down her leaking slit, pretending it was Burke's jumping cock again.

Her pussy was drenched with slippery juice. Her fingers squished and slopped through it and made a lewd noise she was sure they could hear inside.

She watched the way Carla hugged and thrashed and shuddered. She listened to the girl's cries of sexual bliss. She looked at the expression on the pretty face.

It looked as if she were in terrible pain, the way her features were all twisted up and yells came out of her open mouth, but that was the only indication of pain there was.

Her pussy was wide open and accepting. She strained upward as if unable to get enough of Whit's cock up her pussy. Monica knew she wouldn't act that way about fucking if it was hurting her.