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CHAPTER THREE

Monica froze. She held her breath. They'd heard her. She was about to be caught, and yet her pussy wouldn't stop twitching and shaking under her squeezing hand.

She looked frantically around her, seeking escape. There was only one place to go, and that was to make the jump back to her balcony and into her room before one of them could cross the short distance from the bed too the door.

She tried to stand. Her legs were wobbly after the hard orgasm. She'd never make it. She'd surely slip and fall onto the terrace below and break her stupid little neck.

She put her eye to the crack again, her heart hammering. To her shock, Whit was staring right at her – or seemed to be. Then a slow little grin came over his face.

"Nothing, baby," he said.

"I heard somebody, Whit," Carla persisted, trying to get up.

He pushed her back down, his hand on her tit. "Naw. It was just a loon croaking, maybe. You hear all kinds of funny noises at night, living on the Gulf." He turned back around, the strange smile still on his face.

He massaged her tit, lying in the spread vee of her thighs. "We've got some more fucking to do, baby. That makes two for each of us."

"Two for me," Carla said, lying back again. "What are you talking about?"

"I came too."

"The hell."

"Didn't you feel me squirt your shaking pussy with a hot load?"

"Baby, all I felt was the big hard come I gave myself with my fingers." She cupped her hand to his cheek and grinned in a faintly cold way. "Did you like watching my pussy come without your prick stuffed inside it?"

"Yeah," Whit said, drawing back. "You don't believe me, huh? What do you call all this?"

He swept his finger down her sodden cunt slit, plucking at her open vagina, then tracing it under her crotch to her asshole. He screwed the tip of his finger into her brown, puckered anus and drew it out again.

Sperm coated the tip. It ran down to the first knuckle. "What do you call this, baby?" he grinned.

"Well, I'll be damned. You did come. Without even jacking off? Without even touching yourself?" She laughed heartily. "You are a horny little fucker!"

"Yeah, and I like that tight little hole there I got all wet with my cum. I'm ready again, baby. Ready for number three – right up your wet, tight asshole!"

Monica gasped silently. She stared hard. Her butt cheeks clenched together tightly inside her pants, and she felt her sphincter contract.

He wouldn't dare!

Carla looked as if she didn't much like the sound of it either. "Hey, now – wait just a fucking minute, Whit."

"Wait a minute, hell," he grinned, slipping his hands under the backs of her thighs. "What's the matter, aren't you ready this time?"

"Not for a cock up my ass, I'm not!"

"Don't give me that act. There's been a dick there before. Lots of them. My finger slipped right up your butt just now. That doesn't happen unless it's been stretched by fat cock meat!"

He lifted her legs up to his shoulders, draping them over. Carla squeaked. Her tits jiggled. Her ass rolled upward at the edge of the bed, and her puckered, red-brown asshole winked and pulsed wetly, sucking the puddle of sperm inward and getting all slick.

"Whit, stop!" she gasped.

"So, you don't think you need my prick, huh? Think you can get along all right without me, huh?"

"I was – just kidding, honey!" she gasped, feeling her bottom split wide open as he insinuated himself more deeply between her wide-spread thighs.

"Only half kidding, baby," he said levelly. "The trouble with you is you're greedy. You want it all. Haven't I been treating you all right?"

"Yes, Whit!"

"But you want more, don't you!"

"Yes, you big fucker, and that's what makes us two of a kind. You want more too! You're just as Goddamn greedy as I am, and we both know it!"

"You're Goddamn right I am," he growled. "So, open your big asshole wide and suck my cock up it and fuck the sperm right out of my hairy balls, and we'll figure out what to do about things!"

Carla gasped. Her expression changed totally. A big grin split her face. She lifted her arms up and wriggled her ass willingly and coaxingly.

Whit lifted his cockhead and centered it at her wet, shiny asshole, pressing in against the rubbery mouth.

"You like that, huh? You like the sound of that, don't you?"

"You bet I do, you hot fucker!" she cried. "Ohhhhh, shove that prick up my steaming asshole and root around in my butt all you want to, lover boy, and then well talk and talk!"

"And you'll suck me oft too?" he croaked heatedly.

"Baby, I'll suck that prick clear down my throat and drink your sperm until you haven't got a drop left!" she cried wildly, running her tongue over her lips, lifting her ass for him.

Her butt went in small circles. Her anal ring expanded and stretched around the wide head of his slippery prick. She made it squeeze and nip at the velvety glans, and Whit tossed his head back and moaned with pleasure.

"Ohhhhh, God, that's a tight hole!" he croaked.

"Tight and dark and clinging, baby – you'll love fucking your hot prick up it!"

He pressed forward, his hands running up and down her thighs and hips. He looked down at her gaping cunt hole and shaking tits. Carla spread her pussy lips open with her fingers and let him look at her twat all he wanted.

"Tell me what you see now, baby?" she moaned to him. "Do you see my cunt quivering? Do you see my asshole opening up for that big slippery prickhead?"

"Yes!" he croaked. "Wider and wider! It's stretching open, surrounding my cockhead! Ahhhhh, the rubbery muscle is nipping and squeezing! Ah! There it goes! Ohhhhh, shit, that's tight and slippery!"

He tossed his head around and moaned again and again. Carla gasped with heat and jerked her butt when his mushroom-shaped prickhead popped into the pulsing orifice.

Monica watched it all with indrawn breath. She couldn't believe she was actually seeing it happen. But there it was, right in front of her.

Her brother's prickhead had been resting at the circular mouth of her anus, and now it was out of sight, slipped into her butt hole. And the shaft was following, slowly and relentlessly.

"Ahhhh, more, more!" Carla cried. "Ohhhhh, I love big cocks up my asshole!"

"You're getting one right now, baby!" Whit moaned.

Monica's own anus quivered and clenched. Her pussy was running a stream again. She couldn't believe how hot she was. There'd never been a day like this one for her.

She'd had tingly days before – times when she'd felt her heart throb and her pussy tickle and her tit tips feel itchy. But never like this. Never a time of constant, throbbing heat.

She moaned quietly and thrust her hands back into her pants, getting into the feelings inside her. She didn't know how many times she could come. She didn't know if coming several times one right after the other was bad for you or not.

She was ready to find out. Her finger slid up and down her drenched slit again, tickling her throbbing, burning clit, playing with her succulent pussy mouth.

It still felt good. It still felt as if she could came again. But she watched her brother's prick fuck slowly and firmly up Carla's quivering asshole, and she began to wonder if there weren't another way for her to come besides tickling her clit again.

She swept one of her hands around inside her pants, cupping her asscheeks with it, feeling the different sensation of having her bottom tickled.

She stiffened a finger and ran it up and down her deep, shadowy cleft, letting the tip of it tease at her asshole. She nearly squeaked with sensation.

No wonder Carla was moaning and tossing all over the bed! It felt terrific!

"Ahhhhh, fuck it all the way up my butt, you big fucker!" Carla cried, her thighs shaking around his neck as she took his prick into her body and wriggled down around it. Her anal mouth sucked and pulled and gobbled at the shaft until it was all the way m.

"Oh, Christ! Christ!" Whit moaned. "So tight! So dark and clinging and tight!"

"Fuck it, lover – fuck it and come in it!"

Monica felt her nipples bum with heat. Her pussy mouth flapped against her fingers. Her anus pulsed and sucked at the tip pressed against it.

She pushed inward. There was a burning sensation that nearly made her gasp aloud. That was no good! That would hurt like hell!

Then she remembered how her brother had shot his wad against Carla's bared asshole and made it slippery. She didn't have a wad of sperm against her own tight mouth, but maybe pussy juice would do the job. It was slippery enough, that was for sure.

She reached under bet crotch and dabbled her fingertip in her cunt mouth, drawing slippery honey under her crotch to her asshole. She rimmed the rubbery little mouth again and again, moaning all the while because of the immense sensation it gave her.

She squatted slightly to make her job easier, and then she went to her knees, keeping her eye glued to the crack all the while, watching her brother fuck his hard, throbbing prick into the tiny hole.

"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!" Carla cried, her head bobbling on her neck as she took Whit's thrusts. Her tits jiggled and shook, and she clapped one hand over them to squeeze tightly while she rubbed her pussy with the other one.

Whit looked down and watched her masturbate as his prick rode in and out of her round butt cheeks. His balls slapped up against her rump, spattering into all the juice that was flowing from her cunt and running down her crotch and around her prick-impaled asshole.

"Ohhhhh, Whit! You fucker!" Carla gasped. "I can't take much more! Ohhhhh, I'm going to come!"

"M-Me too!" Whit gasped.

He held her thighs around his neck. His knees began to sag and shake. He sucked in his breath again and again, and his prick made long wet strokes in and out of her shuddering asshole.

Monica felt herself approaching another orgasm too. It was just as if she were in there with them, being fucked up her own ass. Her butt cheeks clenched tightly around her hand, and only then did she become aware that her finger was shoved all the way up her virginal asshole to her palm!

"Ohhhhh, God!" she moaned quietly.

She made her finger wriggle in the depths of her ass. She shuddered all over, her hips shaking. She clamped her other hand over her pussy and rolled her straining, pulsing clit with her thumb, pushing in at her succulent cunt mouth with her fingertips.

She was getting it in both holes, now, nearly the same as Carla was, and her head went dizzy with passion. She watched the blonde swirl her fingers over her pussy mouth and then sup two fingers quickly into the silky hole was she lifted her ass and squeezed hard around Whit's throbbing shaft.

"Ahhhhh, I'm coming! Whit! Fuck me! Fuck it up me! Hot – squirt! Now! Come up my ass! Piss up my ass! Ahhhhgh, I don't care what you do up my ass! Make it hot and wet! Yaaaaaagh!"

She wrenched violently, looking as if she were frying to ram her whole fist up her open, spasming cunt. She tossed her head wildly and made funny sounds with her lips, sputtering and drooling.

Whit lunged against her upturned butt and drove his prick into her to the limit, his pubes crunching against her firm flesh. His balls jittered and pulsed, and his cheeks clenched tightly.

"Aaarrrrgh!" he growled tightly, letting his wad go.

"Ahhhhhh, hot! Spurting, spewing sperm! Wet and hot! I can feel it shooting into my ass! Ahhhhh, God, I love it!" Carla cried.

They made enough noise that Monica dared to open her mouth and let the squeal in the back of her throat tremble forward.

The orgasm hit her with shattering force. She whipped forward from the waist, clinging to her pussy and her asshole with each hand, squeezing and wriggling, and she banged her forehead against the stucco wall of the house.

It didn't make a sound, but the dizziness spinning through her mind increased, and the pain seemed to blend with the joy of orgasm and intensify it.

She felt something warm and watery spurt against her wrist and into her cupping palm as another wave of orgasm crunched through her body.

She leaned her forehead against the wall and let her butt and hips shake out their last. Her asshole squeezed and spasmed around her imbedded finger until the virginal mouth burned, and she had to slip the digit out before she started climbing up the side of the wall.

It was only when she moved her other hand from her flaming pussy that she realized what had happened down there. A rush of shame and lewd feelings washed through her. She'd come so hard she'd pissed!

That was the limit. She had to get away from there. She had to stop watching them. Next time, she'd probably load her pants!

She tried to stand. Her knees were too shaky. She looked through the crack and waited for her tingling, throbbing body to settle down. They weren't going to help it happen.

She saw her brother slide his red, throbbing prick from Carla's oiled asshole. He drew the shaft backward, and her sucking, tight anal mouth pulled outward, clinging to it as if totally unwilling to give it up.

The head came out with a loud failing pop. "Ha!" Whit cried. "Listen to your shameless asshole – how it doesn't want to give up my prick!"

He held his dick in his hand. It was slippery and shiny. Sperm drooled from the tip, stretching in a sagging string to her quivering anus.

"God, baby – open up! I'm ready for number four!"

"No – ohhhhhh, God, let me rest, you fucker!" Carla moaned. "You said we'd talk now."

"Later – after you suck it off!"

He pushed her thighs from his shoulders and crawled up onto the bed, straddling her body. His prick drooled a string of cum from her pussy to her tits.

He placed the shaft between her pointed cones and squeezed in on the sides of them and rocked back and forth, fucking her tits. The red, swollen cockhead burst from the soft groove of enfolding pillows and jabbed up against her chin.

"Ohhhhh, honey, it reeks," Carla moaned, wrinkling her nose and trying to turn her head to the side.

"Then clean it off, baby – suck it clean!"

"You said we'd talk. You said we'd figure out a plan!"

"You've got to earn it, baby. You've got to show me I'm buying something besides a mess of trouble. The deal was you fuck or suck or anything I want whenever I want, wasn't it?"

"Yes! Ohhhhhh, that was the deal, honey!"

"Then suck my cock off right now, while I'm still good and hot!"

He cupped his hand at the back of her head and lifted. She looked at him a moment. There was an odd expression in her eyes. It lasted only a fleeting second. Then her mouth opened, and she pursed her lips and wetted them with her tongue.

"Come here, you Goddamn fucker," she growled throatily, grabbing his dick with her hand and pulling it toward her face.

She licked the underside of his shaft. She appeared to want to make a face, but she hid it. She licked again. In a moment, she pursed her lips around the velvety head of his prick and sucked inward noisily, her cheeks hollowing.

Whit tossed his head back and moaned. "Ohhhhh, shit, that's good!" he gasped.

He sat on the pillowing cones of her tits, her nipples burrowing into each buttock. Her head bobbed back and forth. In a moment, she closed her eyes and moaned.

"Nnnnnnn!" Her hand went to her drenched pussy slit again and started stroking the wet flesh there.

"That's it, baby – get hot again," Whit moaned. "Whip that pussy up into a frothing, quivering fuck hole, and I'll suck it off for you while you drink down my cum!"

Her hand went faster and faster when he promised that. Heat built in her yielding body again. Her tongue slurped from between her lips and slithered down the underside of his prick to his hairy, soaked baits.

She sucked his prick to the back of her throat. Monica watched it happen. She held her breath. Carla was doing something with her neck. And then the cock shaft went in and in!

God, she was sucking it clear down her throat!

Monica had been repelled by what Carla was doing at first. She didn't see why the girl didn't gag with the first lick of Whit's cock. But now she was getting steamed up once more herself.

Her tongue licked out around her lips. She swallowed repeatedly, just as if the prick were in her mouth instead of Carla's. She watched the slithering, sliding fingers open up the sodden folds of her draining pussy again and fuck around in the quivering pink meat.

She could see a sheen of sperm on the blonde's pussy lips. She saw a dollop of white stuff squeeze from her asshole as the little mouth began to pulse and shudder with heat.

She watched her brother fuck his cock in and out of Carla's pursed mouth, and she groaned inside with the thought that she was going to have to masturbate herself to another crushing orgasm.

But that didn't happen. She heard a sound. It was foreign to the night sounds of the Gulf and the clattering palm fronds she'd been dimly conscious of behind her all this while.

She gasped and tore her eyes from the sight in the bedroom. There it was again!

Cautiously, she flattened herself and crept to the edge of the balcony, seeing more and more of the terrace below come into view as her head inched forward.

The sound was unmistakable this time. It was the grate of sand between shoe leather and terrazzo. It came from her right, toward where the dining room doors opened onto the terrace.

She saw a shadowy bulk standing there. The moon came out from behind a cloud, and the shadow took form – a stocky, muscular form. Behind her, now, Carla let out another muffled groan, and Whit nearly bellowed with passion.

Monica glanced back and saw that his prick was bucking and pounding between Carla's pursed lips. Spots of white sperm bubbled from the wet juncture, of cock and fucked mouth and dribbled down her chin to her neck.

Whit groaned again, and Monica looked around toward the ground quickly, knowing that he could be heard. Chester's face was clearly visible in the moonlight, now, upturned and listening.

Monica drew back, nearly shaking, praying that Chester hadn't spotted her there in the shameful acts of peeping and masturbating.

After what seemed an eternity, the scrunching sound came again, and she heard the soft sound of the glass door sliding shut as Chester went back into the house.

Would he tell her grandfather what was happening up in Whit's room? Would he spare the old man another shock and come up himself? Or, horror of horrors, would he dare think that she was in her brother's room getting fucked so thoroughly by him?

She shivered again. She heard more sounds from the bedroom, but she didn't look. She didn't care what they were going to do next – or what was so important and secretive that they had to talk about. She had to get the hell out of there, right now!

She stood. She made her legs stop shaking. She climbed to the edge of the balcony and looked across the yawning space to her own. It seemed horribly far away this time.

She steeled herself and jumped. The lithe body worked independently of her and in spite of her. The landing was smooth and accurate. She clutched the railing and nearly sobbed as she lifted a leg over it and scampered shakily back into the sanctum of her room.

She hurried to her door and put her ear against it, holding her breath. She didn't hear Chester coming up the stairs. She listened for a long time. She didn't hear him go across the house to her grandfather's downstairs bedroom, either.

She straightened up finally, her heart quieted at last. Well, he didn't really need to come up to find out what was happening. The sounds made it clear enough. He knew. He most probably knew that it was Carla being fucked, too.

But had he seen her outside the French doors, watching? Would he tell that to her grandfather too, if he had?

Monica shivered and slipped out of her pants and blouse in the darkness. She slipped between the sheets and lay on her back, staring at the ceiling.

Now she didn't dare make demands of her grandfather about seeing Burke. Because she would never know for certain what he knew about her newly awakened desires.

She thought of Burke, the weight of his body against her, the warm spurting of his prick over her belly. She slid her hand to her pussy and cupped it gently, her fingers moving for a moment.

A warm smile came to her lips, and her eyes suddenly closed. They could still meet out behind the wall. They could still lie in the warm, green cover of the seagrapes and kiss each other.

And, maybe soon, they could fuck…