Chapter 3

Even the shock of seeing another girl eating a banana that was slick and shiny with the juices of her pussy didn't dampen the fires of Ronni's orgasm. The climax that long thin piece of fruit had given her had seemed to be an earth-shattering experience. But it was a minor flutter compared to the cataclysm Matt's cock was causing in her cunt!

Matt's face was covered with sweat. His eyes bulged out of his head. Having his cock inside a virgin pussy, as that pussy was racked by climax, was something he simply couldn't have conceived. That greedy young pussy was threatening to suck his balls dry!

His back arched with the fury of his fucking as he drove his prick again and again into his sister's pussy. His pelvis smacked loudly against the mounds of her ass. His crotch was soaked and dripping with-a thick, gooey mess of cum and cunt-oil.

It seemed that his climax would just go on and on. From the way Ronni was writhing and groan­ing, it was obvious she wanted just that to happen! But her spasming pussy milked every last drop of the jism stored in her brother's balls, out through the pinprick hole in the tip of his cock, and then thrilled his thrusting cock into pulse after pulse of dry-coming before it gave up.

"Whoa," Matt sighed as his prick began to go limp, stuck halfway up Veronica's pussy. "What a trip."

"Uhl Uhh! Ahhhh!" The girl shook her head as if denying what her brother said, but the clenching of her cunt belied that. Matt gasped as her pussy squeezed his deflating prick.

The huge cock diminished until a last spasm of Ronni's cunt spit it out. It flopped against Matt's right thigh, trickling jism, then hung limp between his legs.

"Mmmmmm," Anita said, stuffing the last rem­nant of the banana into her mouth and daintily licking her fingers. "That was good. You two put on a hellua show!"

Matt glanced up at her. A strange feeling began in the pit of his stomach, spreading slowly upward to the base of his throat. He swallowed. Suddenly he had a sensation of having done something very, very wrong.

Ronni lay sprawled on the couch. She felt drained, exhausted. A warm glow suffused her body. A cool breeze flowed through the room. It soothed the still-burning weals on her ass and chill­ed the wet, exposed lips of her pussy.

She could feel her cunt lips hanging open, slob­bering jism and pussy-sauce down her long lean thighs. All at once the warmth within. her disap­peared. She became abruptly aware of where she was and what had just happened.

She'd just been raped-tied up and whipped and fucked by her own brother!

And she'd gotten off on it!

She wanted to be sick. The humiliation and pain were bad enough, in the depression that followed her ecstasy. But the knowledge that she had become a willing participant in her own degrada­tion went through her heart like a spear. '

She started to cry. Softly at first, a low irregular snuffle, then building through moans and shaking sobs to wails that seemed to rattle the big picture window.

"Oh, God!" Ronni cried out. "What have I done!"

Matt looked from his sister to Anita. A look of annoyance crossed the short girl's face.

"Stop that bawling," she told the captive. Ronni screamed.

"Goddamn!" Anita tossed the banana peel away and stooped down beside Matt. Her bare tits swung heavily as she picked up his belt. "Here, bitch, I'll give you something to cry about."

She raised the belt and brought it whistling down on Ronni's ass. "Eeeeee!" Ronni shrieked as her ass blazed into pain. Her body twisted into the air. She landed with her smarting ass on the floor and her elbows up on the sofa.

Anita laughed. She reached down and hooked the fingers of her free hand into the neck of the prisoner's tee-shirt. With astonishing strength, she ripped the shirt off. Ronni gasped as her tits bob-bled free, threatening to spill out of the lacy bra that restrained them.

For a moment Anita stood studying the black-haired girl's tits. They were big, she had to admit, almost as big as her own magnificent mounds of titflesh. But where Anita's tits were round as can­taloupes, Ronni's jugs were firm, pale cones.

"Nice," the brunette said. "But let's see the rest."

Ronni tried to shield her tits with her bound hands. Roughly, Anita pulled them out of the way, sliding her fingers down between the captive's tits. Anita's tits bounced madly as she tugged. Then the clasp of Ronni's bra parted, and her tits came free.

Matt had been standing by on his knees, wonder­ing if he ought to intervene. Part of him knew he shouldn't let his girlfriend mistreat his sister this way-as part of him knew he shouldn't have fuck­ed the lovely young girl who had grown up loving and trusting him as a brother. But something kept -him from interfering.

Now his sister's tits were bared to his gaze, and all thought of trying to stop Anita from whatever she had in mind vanished. Ronni's tits were big and pale as snow, but the nipples were the shade of fine red wine. The aureoles were perfect circles, and Ronni's nipples stuck out stiffly from their centers.

"Now, those're what I call nice tits." The tone of the brunette's voice made Ronni shudder. She had a terrible feeling that the sight of her tits ac­tually turned the other girl on!

The idea so horrified Ronni she forgot the belt still dangled from Anita's hand. But Anita hadn't. She hefted the leather strap, feeling its weight, and she smiled. Then she brought the belt slashing across her captive's vulnerable tits.

The agony was excruciating. Ronni turned her head from side to side as though that would somehow free her from the anguish that burned in her tits.

"Nooooo!" she whined. "Don't hit me there again! Oh, my poor tits!"

Anita licked her lips. A broad stripe crossed the front of Ronni's tits. The belt had landed right across her nipples, squashing them back out and now seemed to be quivering before Anita's green-eyed gaze.

She struck again. The impact of leather on tits sounded like the crack of a whip. Ronni's heavy tits flattened out as the belt struck them.

"Gaaaaaawd!" Ronnie tried to stand, to get away from the wild-haired brunette and her awful belt. She had her hands up, trying to shield her agonized tits. The belt lashed her forearms. The tip stung the outside of her left tit. She howled.

Matt watched in fascination. There was something splendid and terrible about Anita as she swung his belt. Her face was lit with inhuman joy, and a malicious green light glowed in her eyes as the belt bit into Ronni's tits.

Matt knew this was wrong. He should be doing everything in his power to stop Anita. It wouldn't even be hard. He could simply reach out and pluck his belt from her fingers. But he didn't.

Instead he felt his cock beginning to harden again!

Ronni's feet were spread wide as she tried to stand up. Her pain-pulsing tits were covered by her bound arms. She was wild with pain and terror, but she knew her tits were safe.

But Anita had no intention of letting her victim off so easily. She was toying with Ronni the way a cat toys with a mouse. Anita gave the black-haired girl a few moments to think her torment was over. Then she swung the belt again.

This time the leather tongue lashed farther out-at the still-dripping gash of Veronica's pussy.

The blow seemed to lift the black-haired teen-ager off the floor. "Yuuuaaaiiieee!" she screamed. Pain lanced through her like a red-hot poker thrust up her cunt!

Ronni fell back onto the sofa. Her legs flew up in the air. Swift as a striking snake, Anita brought the belt swishing onto Ronni's open-mouthed cunt again.

Her pussy lips seemed to swell up as they filled with agony. She kicked her legs impotently in the air. Anita swung the belt, cracked it like a whip. The end of the strap flicked the crack of Ronni's cunt like a scorpion's sting.

"Ohhhhh-no! Oh, stop!" Ronni tried to curl into a ball. What was the brown-haired girl trying to do to her? It felt as if her cunt lips had been all but torn off!

And why was her brother letting Anita do it to her?

She felt the belt cutting into the flesh of her ass. It was almost a relief. Then the leather smacked her already-welted ass once again, and, intolerable pain flared anew.

Matt was on his feet now. His dark hair hung across his eyes. His prick stuck out straight from his crotch like a thick, hairy pole. He was so horny he was about to explode, in spite of the way he'd just blown his wad so furiously into his baby sister's cunt. The way Anita's sweat-gleaming body moved as she whipped Veronica, \the way Matt's sister writhed and wiggled and screamed, the way, her satiny white skin turned red where the belt caressed it-it was a fantastic turn-on!

Anita grunted as she hit Ronni's ass. It was a real delight to whip this long-legged bitch.

Ronni hadn't yet realized that no matter what she did, tied up as she was, some tender part of her naked body would be accessible to Anita and the belt. But she was learning!

The brunette got a shot at Ronni's black-furred pussy. Leather whistled through the air.

Ronni screamed and fell off the sofa. Her mind was filled with brilliant white agony. Her whole body was burning from the brutal touch of the belt. It felt as if the skin had been ripped right off her tits and ass, and the lips of her pussy were burning with pain. She sat slumped' against the sofa, and breathing was painful.

Anita brought the belt up. It fell down her back like a tail. Then she sighed raggedly and lowered it. "All right, lover," she said huskily. "I've had my fun. Now it's your turn again!"

Matt didn't need to be told twice. His cock was vibrating with the need to be stuck into his captive sister's body. He stepped up in front of the girl and bent slightly at the knees.

Ronni felt gentle fingers touching her chin. She turnd her face away with a whimper of pain. Agony bathed her body like scalding water.

Her face was firmly turned back again. Something warm and rubbery was pressed to her slack lips. "Unnnnnh," she groaned. The agony left no room for thought.

Ronni's lips were being forced apart by something sliding between them. She opened her eyes. Her vision was blurred. She blinked twice. When she could see, she still didn't know what it was that she was seeing.

Close to the tip of her nose was a dark, dense forest. Something like a tree trunk was growing from the midst of that forest. The end of it was coaxing its way into her unresisting mouth.

Her eyes snapped open. She was staring at her brother's crotch. And he was sticking his cock in her mouth!

Agony had so pervaded her body that she wasn't even aware of the aroma of the cunt-sauce that coated her brother's cock. It was overwhelming. She gasped and tried to tear her head from her brother's grasp.

It was no good. Matt's fingers were like iron clamps.

With a sudden push of his hips, Matt popped the head of his cock into his sister's mouth. Her eyes bugged out as her mouth was filled with the taste and feel of prick, and the powerful tang of her own cunt-honey.

"Mmmmmmph!" she exclaimed.

Ronni's mouth was hot and wet and tight. He could feel her tongue slithering around in the bot­tom of her mouth trying to avoid contact with his prick. All it did was wash over the underside of the cock-head, sending thrills up the solid shaft of prick.

He heard a moist sucking sound and knew that Anita was jamming her pussy full of her own fingers. He knew that the brown-haired girl had gotten exquisitely horny from whipping his naked sister. And watching him fuck his sister's face would whip Anita into a frenzy!

He put his hands on Ronni's cheeks. His sister looked up at him, pleading with her violent eyes. His cock was like a bar of meat, disappearing in her open mouth.

Experimentally, he pushed his cock, forward. "Rrrrmmmp!" Ronni said. She rolled her. eyes. Matt's cock-head was lying on her tongue now, and all the squirming away she tried wouldn't help her.

His legs flattened her tits against her chest. The nipples bored into his knees. His thighs were begin­ning'to ache. He let himself down, slowly, to his knees, so that Ronni's. nipples were prodding his thighs instead. He rocked his hips back and forth. His prick fucked slowly in and out of his sister's mouth. Her lips felt good on his prick.

Ronni felt a rising panic. Her jaws were wedged unnaturally far apart by her brother's prick. The taste of his cock would have nauseated. her even without the added, forbidden flavor of her own pussy. And she had a dreadful suspicion he was go­ing to fuck his cock clear down her throat before he was through!

With each forward stroke of his cock, Matt shoved his prick-head a little deeper into his sister's mouth. The moist cavern of her mouth was nice to stick his cock into. Her reluctance was as erotic as the eagerness with which Anita consumed his stiff prick.

Ronni's breath was a feathery touch on his big cock. Her teeth scraped against his sliding prick. He felt a tremor in her cheeks that meant her muscles were getting tired.

The warm, pulsating prick-head slid clear to the back of Ronni's mouth. No, no, no, she begged silently. Please don't stick it in any farther!

But her brother was getting steadily hornier. Just watching his cock fuck in and out of Ronni's pretty face was enough to make his balls tighten up as though they had another big wad. of jism built up inside. He began a wagging motion of his hips as he stroked his rigid prick in and out of her mouth. Pressure built in his balls.

It felt as if her jaw were about to be dislocated. She didn't even know how Matt had managed to fit the head of his cock into her mouth. His prick was so gigantic! The pain in the hinges of her jaw almost blotted out the pounding agony in her ass and tits and pussy. She tried to bring up her hands to push her brother away, but his legs held them pinned beneath her jutting tits.

The cock-tip intruded further into her mouth. She felt like gagging. The beefy taste of cock seeped down across her tongue.

To her relief, Matt pulled his prick back. But on­ly to run it back into her mouth deeper than before!

"Mmm! Mmmmmmph!" she said, frightened now, knowing what would come next.

Excitement was rising in Matt's hard, powerful body. He'd already come twice, gloriously. And he was getting ready to come again! It was as though a wire had been run along the cum-channel inside his cock, and a current was being passed through it. The sensations running up and down his stiff cock tingled with electricity.

Ronni's tongue was moving in slow-motion, un­consciously, laving the underside of her brother's prick. Matt's cock filled her mouth. Her lips were stretched tight around the mighty girth of his prick.

She could feel his pulse racing, transmitted through the veins wrapped around his cock. One thick vein on the underside of Matt's prick pulsed against her tongue. She shuddered at the feel of it. Her brother was getting monstrously horny-inex­perienced as she was, she could tell that much. That meant he was going to come at any minute-and fill her mouth with hot jism!

At least the disgusting flavor of her own pussy had finally worn off.

Matt felt himself losing control. He couldn't fine-tune his reactions with Ronni the way he could with Anita. All he could do was fuck her mouth with increasing speed and increasing penetration, holding her head firmly in his hands.

Deeper and deeper slid his cock at every stroke. Ronni started to struggle, knowing it wouldn't do any good, knowing she had to do something. But all she did was make her brother's passion soar. Feeling her luscious body move against his legs, feeling her mouth moving around his cock, strip­ped away the last vestiges of self-control. With a hoarse shout, he rammed his cock to the hilt down Ronni's throat.

For a moment, Ronni sat pinned against the sofa by the hard length of cock that had been forced down her throat. Her nose was pressed deeply into the crisp hair surrounding the base of her brother's cock. Her mouth was wide-open to accommodate the thickness of the prick.

Suddenly she gagged. Her throat muscles con­stricted, taking hold of Matt's turgid prick, begin­ning to pump up and down its length as they tried to force out the invading cock.

"Holy shit!" Matt choked.

He came.

"Unnh!" Ronni cried, as she felt her brother's prick swell. She knew what was about to happen. She twisted her head frantically, trying to free herself from the cock that impaled her face.

The prick shot a wad of cum straight down her throat.

The sudden blast of jism. made her gag. Her throat convulsed around Matt's cock the way her Pussy had when she'd come. He threw his head back and made gurgling sounds as his sister in-voluntarily sucked load after load of cum from his prick.

Ronni felt her throat filling with cum. Unwilling­ly, she was swallowing the jism as fast as she could, and still she couldn't keep up with the stream of sperm pouring from her brother's cock. The level of jism rose higher and higher in her throat. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She was sick and scared and horrified of what would happen when cum boiled into her mouth.

Then her mouth was swimming with acrid jism. "Ugggh!" she grunted. Cum got into her nose. She coughed. Her brother gripped her head even harder. His cock spat more cum. The thick white stuff oozed from her nostrils, bubbled from her mouth, and ran down her chin.

It was a nightmare. Her own brother's cum was choking her. His cock was all the way down her throat, expanding and contracting as it pumped more cum into her. Her tongue was coated with jism, and the flavor was rank and hot and over-powering.

She heard a moan and knew that Anita was com­ing, fucking herself into a frenzy with cunt-juice­soaked fingers while watching Matt rape his sister's face. It added an unbearable edge to Ronni's humiliation. She wanted to die.

"Ahhhhhh," her brother said as his cock fired the last few drops of cum down her throat.