J. Bradley - Raped by brother

It sure wasn't hurting Whit. He bore into her cunt with every last millimeter of his bucking prick, and his sperm spewed and overflowed from the silk-lined hole.

Monica's clit throbbed and burned as the friction of her slippery finger became nearly unbearable. She felt that great hollow feeling start in her belly again, and she knew she was going to come.

She felt another kind of emptiness – the kind you feel when you know you've passed up an opportunity you shouldn't have.

It was clear as hell from watching Carla and her brother that fucking didn't hurt. She wished fervently right then that she'd let Burke fuck his big prick into her pussy and blast his sperm there instead of onto her belly.

"Eeeeee, God! God!" Carla nearly screamed, giving a final lunge upward as the biggest wave of all hit her.

"Ah! Ah!" Whit gasped, collapsing on top of her with a final shake and clench of his ass.

Monica nearly cried out with them. But she clamped her lips together tightly and kept the scream bubbling up in her throat to a muffled squeal.

Her pussy sucked and spasmed. Her legs shook. She leaned against the side of the building and let her body shudder violently as she came and came.

Her juice flowed from her virginal hole in a stream. She pressed the tip of her finger over the very mouth of her vagina and felt all the young muscles there quivering and sucking, as if trying to draw her finger inside her hole.

Ohhhhhh, Burke! she cried inwardly. I want your cock flecking up my pussy right now!

When her emotions had stopped spinning, she kept her fingers curled around her twat. The meat there was still quivering, still terribly sensitive.

She heard them gasp and moan inside, and she put her eye to the crack again to see if they were fucking another time.

Whit's prick was still buried to the hilt in Carla's pussy. Her legs were over the edge of the bed, now, her feet on the floor. She was licking his ear, thrusting her tongue tip from between her lips and giggling, making him shiver again and again.

"Ready for another one, honey?" she teased him. "You've got nine more big comes to go to make your big brag."

"In a minute, baby," Whit gasped. "Whew, what a wild, wet cunt you've got!"

"Minute, hell," she moaned. "I'm ready now, honey! Ohhh, don't make me wait for it – fuck me!"

He lifted his head and looked at her. "That's crap," he said. "Baby, you can't be ready after an explosion like that."

"Ohhhhhh, fuck me," she groaned, closing her eyes, twisting her body under him, lifting her hips up and down again.

"You're putting me on!" Whit moaned, wincing a little as if it did hurt him this time.

"Watch me, honey," she said, opening her eyes, looking at him with a hungry, wild expression. "Take that useless cock out of my pussy and watch me, and I'll show you if I'm putting you on!"

She pushed at his chest. Whit lifted up on shaky arms. His prick slid from her sodden hole. It was half limp. A string of sperm stretched between the wide eye and her pussy flesh. It glimmered in the light and then sagged and broke, leaving a little drop on the tip of his shiny, wet prick.

Carla lifted her feet to the edge of the bed, her knees bent all the way. She let them fall to the sides, and her pussy split wide open, showing all.

Whit looked down and gasped. Her flesh was sodden. It drooled with juices. The pink meat quivered and shook. Her clit strained from the little tent at the top of her cleft.

The curls of her blond bush were matted and flattened and darkened with wetness. She pumped her open pussy at him tauntingly, squirming her hips, running her hands over her tits with lustful, stimulating squeezes and strokes.

Her nipples sprouted from the ends, rubbery and red. She opened her hand and made her palm circle over the standing nubs until they were blazing with sensation.

"Ohhhhhh, you just watch me, you pooped-out fucker," she moaned again, sliding her hand down her flat, quivering tummy.

She stroked her fingers over her puffy, drenched pussy lips. She put two of them into her slippery gap and slid them upward, hooking the tip of her clitoris and making the stiff nub spring back and quiver heatedly.

"Ohhhhh, God!" she gasped. "I'm ready, all right! I'm going to beat you there, baby! I'll bit ten comes by the time you're reaching for your third!"

"Hey, Carla…" Whit moaned in a crestfallen way, looking down into her open, quivering pussy hole.

"Ohhhhh, don't stop me again, fucker. If you're not up to it, then just leave me the hell alone." She stroked her cunt and made her hole suck noisily. She looked at him directly. "See, baby, see? See how wet and hot it's getting? Get it straight, fucker – I don't need a cock to keep me happy. But you need my sweet, wet pussy."

She twisted and closed her eyes, rolling her hips, making her pelvis move up and down and her pussy fuck her fingers.

She held the lips wide apart so that Whit could see it all. He licked his lips. He looked at his cock. Taking the half-limp tube in his hand, he began jacking it, looking from it to her heated pussy.

He couldn't get stiff. He looked as if her remark had cut through him – as if there'd been more truth in her claim than he liked to admit to himself.

Carla closed her eyes and hummed, smiling to herself. She massaged her twat lips until they were bright red and dripping with her slippery pussy juice. She stroked her gap and circled her fingers over the head of her clit, sliding them alongside the stiff, throbbing root of the little organ.

"Get down on your knees, Whit," she moaned.

"Look at my cunt! Watch it quiver and suck when I masturbate myself to a big come and then tell me I wasn't ready for another one! Watch!"

Her knees rocked up and down as her butt tossed at the edge of the bed. Obediently, Whit got to his knees between her split thighs and stared right into her red, slippery maw.

His prick bowed outward from his loins, throbbing in his fist, but still half limp. He jacked himself while he watched her masturbate faster and harder.

"Aw, baby – let me fuck it!" he gasped. He straightened slightly and lifted his prick, placing the wet head right at her quivering pussy mouth.

"Get it away!" she said sharply. "You couldn't fuck a rabbit with that weak little dick right now!" She pushed his prickhead from her hole and shoved three fingers up herself and fucked them in and out fast, making sloppy sounds of hot wetness.

Whit obeyed again. He sat back on his heels and stared straight ahead and watched her masturbate. A small sound came from the back of his throat, something like a whimper.

"Ohhhhh, open my cunt lips with your fingers! Wide open! So far open you could see right up to my womb!"

Eagerly, almost, Whit did as she commanded. He reached forward and placed two fingers on either pussy lip and pried the meat open. Her inner tissues blazed redly in the light, convoluted and slippery, like a sheath of oiled silk.

Her muscles jumped and squeezed as her fingertips rolled over her straining clit. She switched her ass around, making her pussy mouth weave before his staring eyes like a red flag.

"At! Ohhhhhh!" she moaned. "That's the way, baby! Stare right up it! Look and see what you're missing for not having a hard cock when I want it hard! What do you see, fucker? Tell me!"

"Christ, I can see three inches up your cunt!" Whit gasped. "Ohhh, let me fuck it! I can fuck it now, Carla!"

"You're too late, fucker!" she cried. "I can feel it twitching right now! See my pussy twitch?"

He saw it. He licked his lips. His prick was now straining stiffly from his lap.

The red, wet mouth pulsed rhythmically, the muscles spasming and sucking inward as if wanting to pull on a hard, imbedded cock shaft.

Monica watched them. Her own finger was sliding up and down her heated gap again. She wondered what had happened to her brother. He was usually headstrong and reckless and unwilling to take orders from anybody. She wondered why he didn't get up on his feet and ram his hard cock right up her cunt and fuck the shit out of her.