Ray Mills

Sister_s hot lips

CHAPTER ONE

Kirstie turned the front of her body to the shower and let the hot sharp needles of water strike her bared breasts. Her plump nipples stiffened and throbbed. She threw her head back and shut her eyes, giving in to the sensations, thinking dreamily about the letter.

Rick was coming back. His discharge from the Army was final. It had been three long years. But it was over now. He would be arriving tomorrow.

Kirstie felt all the old feelings rekindle. All the thirsty passion and hot shame she had thought were gone forever began swirling through her mind and body as she luxuriated in the pleasure of the shower. There had been times during the three years when she had hoped it was all gone. Many times. It was so wrong. They had been young. And wicked. Deliciously wicked. But the separation would be good for them.

Rick would go into the Army. He would ball lots of Korean cuties; think of her as virgin when it came to the sophisticated arts of love. That would straighten everything out. And when he returned, they would be just friends, brother and sister in the normal way. What they had shared would always be a fond memory, but nothing more than that.

The problem was that, for Kirstie at least, it was still more than that. She herself had moved to San Francisco and got a good job. She had gone through several boyfriends, and her share of sexual experience. She would go several months without thinking of her brother. Then she would have a dream. She would be fucking with Rick, rutting like a wild animal. She would wake up, groaning and coming without even having touched herself.

All the old shame and hot excitement would sweep over her. Just as it was doing now, with the shower beating against her breasts, making them tingle and ache. She could imagine his lips on her wet nipples, his tongue on her pulsing cunt. Oh God, it's not over! she thought. It's not over at all!

She tried to restrain her reveries, but she couldn't. The hot water relaxed her and let the memories flow through her. The letter had set it oft and she couldn't stop it. Lovingly she recalled every detail of how it had begun.

She remembered the hot summer evening in Santa Monica when she had come home early from a date. She was nineteen at the time, during her first year at UCLA. Rick was only eighteen. It was the first summer their parents had decided they were old enough to stay on their own for a few weeks while they themselves went on vacation. That particular evening Kirstie had had a date with a big campus football star. But the crude bastard had barely let an hour elapse before he began trying to shove his big old dong up Kirstie's end zone. It was the closest thing to a near-rape she had ever gone through. She had escaped only by threatening to go to his coach and make the whole thing public.

By the time she got home, her clothes were torn, her makeup smudged with dry tears, her heart pounding. She was thankful that Rick didn't seem to be home to witness her disheveled state. The evening was still so warm that she decided the only thing to relax her was a lazy swim in the pool. So she put on her bikini and headed for the backyard.

But as she was heading through the sliding glass doors toward the pool, she suddenly heard the lapping and gentle splashing of the water. Someone was already in the pool! Quickly she stepped back into the shadows behind the glass doors. As her eyes grew accustomed to the dimness, she made out her brother and a young blonde girl swimming together. At times they murmured softly, giggled, kissed and squirmed together. Kirstie suddenly realized that the girl was naked when she saw her brother scoop up one of the girl's round golden breasts and suck her nipple hungrily.

My God! Kirstie thought. Obviously they didn't think I was coming home for a while. She couldn't keep a smile from crossing her face. Little brother was having a little rendezvous. The whole scene fascinated Kirstie so much that she knew she wouldn't do anything to interrupt them. She stood as still as a statue and watched them caressing each other in the water.

It was only when her brother got our of the pool that she nearly gave her presence away. He was naked too. And swinging between his thighs was the biggest, longest, thickest cock she had ever seen. She gasped audibly when she saw it, and quickly covered her mouth with her hand. Good God, will you look at that! she thought. I never imagined.

But of course not, she thought. How could I have imagined that? He's my own brother, after all. You don't go around wondering about the size of our brother's cock. But God, it makes that quarterback's look like a breakfast sausage.

She couldn't take her eyes off it. Or off the rest of his young body, for that matter. For the first time, as if seeing him through different eyes, she noticed how well-built and ripple-muscled he was. He might be only eighteen, but he was a man in every way. And the girl with him apparently thought so too.

She had climbed out of the pool with him, her young naked body glistening in the moonlight. They clung together and kissed, groping passionately. Rick sucked her full wet breasts. The girl moaned and whimpered. She stroked his stiffening cock. In erection it was truly gigantic.

They were whispering and panting, but Kirstie was too far away to hear what they said. But from the way they mauled each other with their hands and mouths, she could tell how urgent their passion was. Her blood accelerated and her crotch grew wet and tingly as she watched them. She saw her brother pull a long pad off the pool lounge and spread it on the deck.

The girl lay down on it on her back, spreading her thighs and stretching out her arms to him. Rick got don on top of her. He squeezed her breasts again and sucked her nipples. The girl's head tossed feverishly. She whimpered and mewled, loud enough for Kirstie to hear this time. Then Rick quickly slid his cock into the girl. They clasped each other and fucked furiously for only a few seconds. Rick came before he had finished five strokes. The girl didn't seem to come, not according to what Kirstie could judge anyway. Or if she did, Kirstie thought, she certainly doesn't have them like I have them.

But the girl didn't act like she minded. She swarmed over Rick, kissing him ardently as he pulled out of her.

Kirstie realized that she had to get out of there. Quickly she went to her bedroom and locked the door. She took off her bikini and got into bed. She lay there thinking how quickly the two of them had done it. Just like two kids! she thought contemptuously. No wonder the poor thing didn't come. I'll bet rabbits even have more fun than that.

The scene had made her awfully horny, but she refused to masturbate. For one thing, she felt lonely, and she feared that it would only make her loneliness worse. And for another, she knew how she screamed when she climaxed. She didn't want the tables to be turned, to have them eavesdropping on her. But it took her a long time to settle her nerves into sleep.

Kirstie didn't see her brother for the next two days – he had taken off on a surfing trip. But she thought often of what she had witnessed. And whenever she thought of it, she realized that she didn't remember the two of them fucking so much a she did the size of her brother's cock. She would flush with sex-heat and shame. Her cunt would get wet and her belly tight. God, stop it! she would scream at herself.

Finally she was floating in the pool one hot afternoon, trying not to thinking about it, when suddenly Rick showed up. She squinted up and saw him standing at poolside, grinning down at her. He wasn't wearing anything but his cutoff jeans, and his young strong body was bronzed with rich tan.

"Well, hi stranger," she said, smiling. "I didn't know if we were ever going to see you again around here."

"Shucks, Sis," he mocked. "I was only gone for a couple of days. I didn't know I had to report in."

Kirstie could feel his eyes on her wet near-naked body as she floated in the water. She knew she wasn't imagining it, and it excited her fiercely. Rick glowered at her bobbing breasts, barely concealed by the thin bikini top.

"You don't," she said. "You're a big boy now."

Big is hardly the word for it, she thought. She hoped he couldn't tell she was blushing.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked.

"I don't mind at all. As long as you don't jump in like a clumsy whale and make too many waves," she joked. "See how calm and glassy it is?"

He nodded. She could hardly believe her eyes when she saw him unbuttoning his cutoffs. She stared at his crotch, both hoping and fearing that he was wearing trunks. He was. But he saw her staring too. His cock was so huge that it made a large bulge in his swim trunks. Kirstie wondered why she had never noticed it before. But when you're not supposed to do something, you don't do it, she thought, trying to calm herself. It was purely an accident that I saw it the other night.

Rick slid into the pool and swam gently over to her, taking care not to disrupt the even surface of the water too much.

"See," he smiled. "Did I do good?"

"You did good, little brother."

"Humph, little brother," he joked, poking her in the ribs under the water. "I'm as big as you are."

"Oh!" Kirstie cried out, losing her poise in the water and beginning to sink. "Don't do that!"

Rick watched her firm bobbing breasts as she struggled to stay afloat. The full globes bulged out of her bikini top, showing the line where her deep tan stopped and the pale skin started.

"Don't do what?" he said.

Suddenly he reached out and grabbed her waist, pulling her underwater with him. Kirstie struggled and thrashed, trying to surface. She felt her brother's hands on her body, on her breasts, squeezing them hard. She popped up and out of the water, snorting out her nostrils, gasping for breath.

"Oh, you mean little bastard!" she swore at her brother, giggling. "How could you do that to me?"

"Do what?" Rick grinned from ear to ear.

"You know what you did!" she said, feigning anger, treading water.

"I couldn't help it," he said, still grinning.

"Yes you could!"

Now he stopped smiling. His eyes were deeply serious. "No I couldn't," he said.

The situation was so exciting and embarrassing that Kirstie could only think of one way to get out of it. She took a big gulp of air and quickly dove herself, swooping under him and grabbing his legs, pulling him down. Rick kicked and thrashed, frying to get away. Kirstie reached between his thighs and gabbed everything that was there, giving it a tight squeeze.

"Jesus!" Rick gasped as he surfaced, shaking the water out of his hair. "What in fuck's name do you think you're doing?"

"In what's name?" Kirstie said coyly.

He grimaced. "You heard me."

But suddenly they were staring at each other as if they knew what all this horse play meant. To Kirstie it seemed as if she could still feel the imprint of his huge cock and heavy balls in her hand. Rick's eyes on her wet body were like tongues.

She turned her back on him, swam to the steps, and climbed out of the pool.

"Hey, where are you going?" he called, the disappointment clear in his voice.

"Inside," she said, gabbing a towel and disappearing through the glass doors.

Rick scrambled out of the pool and followed her. He found her in the living room, drying herself. He had forgotten his own towel and was dripping heavily.

"Rickie, look at you!" Kirstie laughed, pointing. "You're getting water all over Mom's rug. You know how she feels about that."

Rick suddenly looked embarrassed and confused to her. The rough horseplay in the pool he could handle. But this was more dangerous. He didn't seem to know how to act. And of course he didn't, Kirstie realized.

She didn't know why she was doing any of this either. But she knew that she couldn't stop to think about it. If she did, she would feel guilty. So she rushed on before she could have misgivings. She stretched out her hand to him, holding the towel.

"Here, dummy, come and dry off my back," she said, trying to be absolutely nonchalant. "Then you can dry yourself off."

Slowly Rick approached her and took the towel. She turned her long supple back to him. He began daubing her skin with it tentatively.

"Not like that, silly," she said, glancing over her shoulder at him. "Rub it."

"Your strap's in the way," he said, his voice thick.

"Then why don't you untie it," she whispered. Rick hesitated. But then she felt his fingers on the string. She nearly fainted with excitement. A sharp tremor seized her body. Oh God, it's really going to happen! she thought. It's so wrong! And I want it so much!

Rick's hands shook slightly as he untied the wet string. The top was so flimsy that it fell to the floor as soon as he got the bow loose. Kirstie bit her bottom lip. She tried to control her breathing as she felt him apply the towel to her skin again.

"That's it," she murmured. "That's it…"

When he reached the curve of her lower back with the towel, she slowly turned around. Her full naked breasts nearly brushed his forehead. Rick looked surprised, even frightened. But he couldn't take his eyes off the quivering globes, so pale against the brown of her tan. Her large puffy nipples were swollen and soft.

Rick tried to speak. His lips moved, but nothing came out. Kirstie didn't know what to say either. She had a feeling that a singe word might destroy the magic. If either of them let the guilt take over, they would not be able to go on. So she reached out with one hand, put it behind his head, and pulled his face gently into her breasts. Instinctively he cupped them with his hands and sucked her thick left nipple into his mouth.

"Oh yes!" Kirstie gasped.

Her body ran with fire. She threw back her head and pushed her throbbing nipples into his mouth, moaning with pleasure.

"Suck, baby, suck me, suck me," she murmured.

"God, Sis, they're beautiful!"

"Suck them, suck them hard!"

Rick squeezed her aching breasts and sucked their nipples with sharp passion.

"Ah!" she moaned. "Oh Jesus, yes! I… I want you to… to fuck me," she panted softly. "I want you to fuck me, Rickie."

His face was troubled but torn with passion for her. "We… can't do that, Kirstie. You know we can't do that."

She grabbed him and kissed his mouth wildly, snaking her tongue around his, mashing her breasts into his bare chest.

"Why can't we?"

"It's wrong."

She reached down and slid her fingers under the waist of his swim trunks, just touching the base of his bent and throbbing prick.

"Don't you want me? Don't you want to fuck me?"

"Yes, but."

"I want your cock. I want to kiss your big cock," she panted.

She slid down his body, kissing the droplets of water off his skin as she sank to her knees. She grabbed his swim trunks and pulled them down his muscular thighs in one swift motion. His huge cock jumped up and started twitching, only inches from her face. Quickly she slid his trunks down his ankles and off his feet.

"Down here," she said urgently. She patted the carpet. "Don here with me." She squirmed out of her bikini panties.

Rick sank down next to her, still mumbling half-hearted protests. "But we… Kirstie, we…"

"Shhh," she shushed him.

She closed her lips over the flaring head of his massive cock and began sucking him wildly. Oh God, oh God, I love it! I love it! But she had only sucked him a few seconds when she realized the problem. He had no control.

"God, Sis, I'm going to come!" he groaned.

"No… no," she panted, quickly letting his jumping prick out of her mouth. "Not yet, not yet. Try to hold it. Here, put it in me."

She rolled over on her back and spread her legs, pulling him on top of her. God, put it in me, don't come before you fuck me, honey!

"Ah!" she moaned, wild with joy as his gigantic cock slid into her pussy.

She clamped her thighs around his hips and threw her arms around his neck, grinding her body up into his.

"Now fuck me, honey, fuck me!" she chanted. Her brother's huge cunt-splitting cock drove her into a frenzy of lust. She wanted it to go on and on. But almost before they could get started, she felt him clench.

"Oh!" he grunted.

And she felt rockets of jism spout into her. "God, I'm sorry, Sis," he gasped. "It's okay… okay," she panted. "Here, roll over this way. Let me get on top of you. Quick, while it's still hard!"

She rolled him onto his back and clamped her thighs tight on his cock, jamming her throbbing cunt down on the thick base of it. Insane with hot lust, she dangled her breasts in his face.

"Suck me, honey. Suck me hard!" she begged.

Rick's mouth found one of her nipples and sucked it sharply. At the same moment she clenched her pussy on his cock and began pumping like hell.

"Uh…! Oh…! Oh! Oh! Oh! Aaaooowwwnnnggghhh! Aaiieeee! Aahhnnuunngggiieee!" she wailed as the orgasm ruptured her.

All he could do was hold onto her as she flailed and writhed through the hot spasms. It had been the most stunning, powerful climax she had ever experienced in her life up to that time.

She grinned now in the shower, remembering Rick's surprise over the screaming violence of her orgasm. "Jews!" he had said. "Are you sure you didn't break something? Gee, I never knew anyone could come like that!"

Kirstie shook herself out of her reverie. I never knew I could come that way either, until you made me do it, she had told him. It had been only the beginning. Then he had gone in the Army.

She stepped out of the shower, toweling herself off and remembering how he had done it, the first time. He's coming back! He's coming to me! she thought, wild with joy. She realized that she was so physically aroused from the reverie that she had almost come standing there in the shower.

CHAPTER TWO

Achingly horny, she left the bathroom and wandered into the bedroom still naked. Her roommate Marsha was lying on her stomach on the bed, doing her nails. Marsha was wearing a filmy baby doll nightie that somehow had scrunched up over the ripe pale moons of her ass. God, you'd think she was expecting some guy to come over and fuck her tonight, Kirstie thought. Why do you suppose she decided to wear that?

Standing there looking at Marsha's beautiful bare ass, Kirstie suddenly realized that her cunt was wet. She knew she was horny because of her shower reverie. But this was more than that. Good God, don't be silly! she told herself. You've never felt anything like that before. It's just dreaming about Rickie's huge dong that's got you all heated up like this.

But she couldn't take her eyes off Marsha's full taut asscheeks, and her long shapely legs. The two of them had been roommates far about six months. They had always been naturally modest about not being naked in front of each other. In fact, Kirstie realized, this was the first time she had thoughtlessly come into the room naked when Marsha was there. It was also the first time Marsha had worn anything so revealing in front of her. But Marsha's other nighties were probably in the wash, she told herself.

Marsha didn't seem to notice that Kirstie had come into the room. And Kirstie couldn't take her eyes off her roommate's perky round ass. She was shocked when she realized what she wanted to do. I want to put my hands and mouth all over it! she thought. And squeeze it and kiss it and suck it…

God, I've never felt anything like that! Why should I want to do that! It's sick! Trying to control herself, she walked over and pulled Marsha's nightie down over her luscious bottom.

"You'd better watch out, kid," she joked. "You'll have every sailor for ten miles ringing our bell."

Marsha glanced up from her wet nails. It was only when Kirstie saw her eyes that she realized she was still naked. Marsha seemed hypnotized by her body. Her roommate's eyes fastened on her full breasts and large puffy nipples and didn't move. Then, suddenly, Marsha too seemed to realize what she was doing. She shook her head, as if to shake it off, and turned away.

"I… I'm sorry," she stammered. "I… didn't realize…"

Her hands shook as she started applying polish again. It went on her fingers instead of the nails.

"Oh shit!" she said. "Look what I'm doing!" She looked up at Kirstie, showing her the botched job. "This is the second time I've started. I don't know what's got into me tonight."

"Would you like me to do them for you?" Kirstie asked.

"Would you?"

The hot blood hammered through Kirstie's body as she sat down on the bed and took one of Marsha's hands. She was still stark naked. The fact that she had not offered to put anything on was very apparent to both of them. Her firm upswept breasts bobbed only inches from Marsha's face. Marsha's hand shook in hers. Kirstie was so nervous that she was nearly as bad as Marsha at putting on the polish. But she tried to pretend she was calm.

"Oh shit!" she said as she smudged it. "Look, I'm almost as bad as you."

She wiped off the mistake and started over. She could feel Marsha staring at her body. She didn't dare look the girl in the eye. What are we doing! she moaned to herself. What the hell are we doing!

"Could I… ask you something, Kirstie?" Marsha finally said, breaking the nervous silence.

"Of course."

"It's… it's a little personal. You won't get mad?"

"I'll try my best not to."

"Do you… do you come every time you do it with some guy?"

Kirstie flushed and felt her blood race even faster. She didn't know why the question excited her so much. She tried hard to maintain the illusion that she was very calm.

"Not every time," she said softly. "But I do if they give me half a chance."

Marsha didn't reply. She seemed shy, as if thinking it over. Kirstie looked at her and saw Marsha staring at her nipples. The girl's stare seemed to make them throb.

"Why do you ask?" Kirstie said, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Because I… never do."

"Never?"

Marsha shook her head.

"Come on now, I can't believe that. Not even once?"

Marsha shook her head again. Kirstie didn't know if Marsha wanted to pursue it, or if she was too embarrassed to go on. She felt her own cunt gushing with juice though, and she knew what that meant. Marsha was a beautiful girl with a luscious body. Only moments ago Kirstie had wanted to fall on her lovely exposed ass and kiss it and squeeze it. Now all she could hear was a mad voice inside her head saying over and over. If they can't do it, I can! I can make you come! I can make you come and come!

Actually, though, she didn't know whether she could or not. She had never fucked with another girl before. Never even wanted to. She didn't even know why she wanted to now. I wonder what I'd do, she thought. To make her come. Eat her?

Instead of being sickening, as she thought it would, the idea was fantastically exciting! Her pussy got so gushy and prickly that she had to squeeze her thighs together to make the feeling bearable. Marsha's eyes were murky and hot. She saw Kirstie squeezing her thighs.

"What's the matter?" she asked softly.

"The way you're looking at my titties," Kirstie whispered. "Like you want to."

Marsha licked her sensual lips. "Kiss them?" she whispered back. "Touch them?"

Kirstie closed her eyes, then opened them again quickly. She couldn't believe what was happening. Oddly, she remembered the open nail polish bottle on the bed between them. Her fingers reached out and grabbed it so it wouldn't spill.

"Yes," she gasped quietly.

"You're nipples are so big. And soft," Marsha murmured.

"I… know," Kirstie said, feeling foolish.

She ached with the desire to feel Marsha's sensual lips on them. Men had said the same thing to her before. Her brother Rick had said it. It was thinking about him that had got her into this whole business. She felt confused. Something was going to happen that she had never dreamed would happen. And she knew she wasn't going to lift a finger to stop it.

"Here, let me put this out of the way," she said, puffing the nail polish bottle and brush on the bedstand.

When she leaned back Marsha had moved closer to her. Marsha's hands moved up to Kirstie's full naked breasts and cupped them from beneath. Her eyes burned into Kirstie's, swimming with hot questions.

"Do you mind?" she whispered.

"No," Kirstie breathed.

She watched Marsha's face descending. She sighed with pleasure as Marsha's mouth caressed the upper slopes of her breasts, and kissed the deep valley between them. She held her breath, trembling. Marsha's slow tenderness was nothing like the rough demanding passion of a man.

"Aahhnnn!" she moaned as Marsha's wet lips closed over one of her nipples.

Following Marsha's gentle push, she leaned back into the pillows, surrendering completely. Her nipples throbbed in Marsha's sucking mouth. Marsha squeezed her breasts rhythmically, sucking her with agonizing tenderness. Kirstie felt the direct current between her nipples and her tingling clit begin to pulse wildly.

She was going to come. She knew she was going to come! Just from this! Too soon, too soon! She wanted it to go on and on!

"God, Kirstie honey, they're so beautiful!" Marsha murmured.

She sucked and tongued Kirstie's flaring nipples as if she had been doing it all her life. Her mouth knew magic secrets. She curled her tongue around Kirstie's large pointed nipple, then drew on it sharply with her lips. Finally she nipped the protruding center with her teeth, bringing tight cries of pleasure from Kirstie's throat.

"Aauunnggg!" Kirstie cried out.

Her body began gyrating uncontrollably. Writhing, she arched her back, pushing her aching breasts up into Marsha's working mouth. She tried to prolong it, but the urgency of her coming orgasm was incredible.

"Oh God… Marsha… oh God, it feels so good!" she panted. "I'm going to come… I can't help it! I'm so close! Fuck me with your hand! Please! Honey, fuck me with your hand!"

Marsha's hand slipped between her thighs and found her gushing pussy. Straining, quivering with need, Kirstie pushed her cunt up into Marsha's fingers. Marsha scissored her swollen cunt between two fingers and rubbed it quickly. At the same instant she gulped on Kirstie's bursting left nipple. Kirstie's body clenched. Immediately she exploded.

"Oh! Oh!Ooohhnnnn! Aahhhnnnggg Iiieee!"

A river of fire shot through her veins. She gasped and squirmed as the fiery climax poured through her. When it began to wane, she pulled Marsha close to her and kissed her on the mouth.

"Oh baby… oh baby!" she gasped.

Her hands raced under Marsha's flimsy nightie, seeking the girl's bare flesh.

"Take this off. Take it off, quick! I want td feel you. I want to feel all of you. I want to feel you against me."

The two of them quickly pulled Marsha's nightie over her head and Kirstie flung it across the room.

If her climax had done anything to diminish her lust, it was instantly rekindled by the sight of Marsha's naked body. Marsha was the closest thing to perfect Kirstie had ever seen. Her breasts were like two young pears, up tilted and almost hard with firmness. Her nipples were swollen plums. Her silky midriff tapered into an unbelievably slender waist, then swelled softly into tawny hips and thighs. Kirstie embraced her and they writhed together hotly, enjoying the feel of their naked flesh.

"God, what are we doing?" Marsha panted, twisting wildly in Kirstie's embrace. "I've never done anything like this before."

"Neither have I," Kirstie gasped. Her hands squeezed Marsha's silky flesh everywhere. She bit the girl's long neck and sucked her shoulder. "Don't think about it, honey. Just feel it. Let me fuck you. Let me make you come."

Marsha shook her long chestnut hair out of her face and gasped sharply as she felt Kirstie's lips on her breasts for the first time.

"But Kirstie, it's… it's so wrong," she gasped. "Oh! Oh God, that feels good!"

"Don't you want me to suck you?" Kirstie asked.

"Yes! God, yes!"

Everything Kirstie felt was totally new. She had never tasted another girl's boob before. Her body reeled with lust. She sucked and tongued Marsha's nipples, feeling them spring erect against her tongue. Marsha moaned and shivered with passion. She twisted and squirmed. Her hips undulated instinctively.

Kirstie was so obsessed with Marsha's beautiful breasts that she couldn't leave them to explore the rest of the girl's writhing body. She pushed Marsha onto her back and straddled the girl's heaving belly, scooping up Marsha's hard round breasts and devouring her stiff nipples wildly. Marsha went crazy.

"Ohhhhh God, yessss!" she hissed. "Suck me… bite me, make me come! Kirstie… ohhhhh fuck me, baby, make me come! Harder! Harder!"

Still mauling her roommate's erect nipples with her mouth, Kirstie slid one hand down between Marsha's thighs and began hand-fucking her cunt rapidly. Marsha shuddered with happy convulsions. She panted and arched her body, straining and surging with hot lust.

"Oh, I'm going to make YOU come, honey!" Kirstie chanted, plunging two fingers rapidly in and out of Marsha's tight soupy slit. "I'm going to fuck you and going to eat you."

"Please! Ohhhhh please!" Marsha moaned.

Kirstie slid down the girl's wriggling body until she was staring at Marsha's glistening red cunt. She invaded the red wet folds of Marsha's pussy with her tongue.

"Ah!" Marsha cried out, her hips flipping uncontrollably. "Oh yes… oh yes!"

Lovingly Kirstie made love to Marsha's runny crack. She sucked the swollen cuntlips into her mouth, gulping down the juices, then stabbed her tongue deep into Marsha's pussy. She licked the inflamed bud of Marsha's cunt until she knew she herself would have come a thousand times if someone had been doing the same to her.

And Marsha yearned and whimpered, her body surging off the bed, flexing helplessly, trying with all her might to come. She beat her palms against the sheet as she tried to bear the intense sensations that Kirstie's mouth awakened in her dripping cunt.

"Oh God, make me come! Oh God, make me came! Kirstie please! Please!" she begged over and over.

Kirstie realized that Marsha was trying too hard. As if by lover's instinct, she stopped eating Marsha's pussy and crawled up to embrace the girl. She cooed to her and soothed her, kissing her lips, massaging her breasts, calming Marsha down.

"Honey… oh honey," she cooed. "Calm down, relax, let me suck it out of you I can make you come, I know I can. Relax yourself. Give me your body, let me have it. Can I have you? Can I fuck you? Can I eat you?"

"Yes…" Marsha whimpered softly, her trusting eyes murky with frustrated lust.

"Just relax, baby, and let me eat you softly… softly," Kirstie whimpered.

They kissed long and slow, and Marsha began to relax, the tense desperation flowing out of her beautiful body. Again Kirstie began to make love to her. Patiently she again aroused Marsha's flaring nipples with her lips. Slowly she kissed her way down her silky midriff and palpitating belly.

Marsha lay quietly with her hands at her sides, panting, keening softly, but frying to relax. Her body undulated of its own accord, in rhythm with Kirstie's loving caresses. When Kirstie's mouth reached Marsha's wet gash again, she began to lick it gently with her tongue. She ran her tongue all over the mushy wet cuntlips, then began stroking Marsha's clit with slow patience.

"Ah…" Marsha mooned very softly. "Oh yes, yes."

Her body trembled with involuntary spasms. Her knees leaped reflexively, and her spastic fingers bit into the sheet. She panted through her clenched teeth, her breasts jiggling as the waves of pleasure flowed through her veins. Kirstie could feel the pressure rising on Marsha's trembling body. She curled her lips around the girl's erect cunt and began to suck gently.

"Oh! Oh!" Marsha cried out, her face torn with passion.

Slowly, softly Kirstie kept sucking her cunt, feeling the tension in Marsha's body rise and rise. You're going to come, honey, she chanted to herself. You're going to come. I'm going to suck it out of you. I'm going to suck it right out of your pretty little cunt. Oh yes, now, now.

When she sensed that Marsha was poised on the edge of her orgasm, she ran her hands up the girl's writhing body to her breasts and pinched both of Marsha's erect nipples sharply. At the same moment she sucked the girl's cunt for all she was worth. Marsha's body erupted like a volcano.

"Oh Jesus, Kirstie!" she cried out. "Oh God… oh! Unhhh! Oh… Oh… Aaaooowwnngghhiieee! Yiiieeee!"

The convulsions nearly tore Marsha apart. Her hands raked Kirstie's bare shoulders. Her pelvis shook and squirmed wildly as each new spasm ripped her to pieces. Even Kirstie was shocked by the intensity of the girl's climax.

"Ohhnnn!" Marsha shouted. "Don't stop, don't stop! Ohhnnn! Oh God, I'm coming again! Ohhnnnnnn! Aahhnnnniieeee!"

When it was over Marsha lay panting trying to catch her breath. Kirstie squeezed her and kissed her, feeling the pain now where Marsha's fingernails had clawed her shoulders.

"Oh God, look what I did. I made you bleed!" Marsha gasped, finally surfacing from the tiny of her double orgasm.

Kirstie smiled. "It was worth it," she said. "You came."

"God, did I ever! Coming is hardly the word for it. I felt like I was dying."

The full reality of what they had just done suddenly occurred to both of them. They both realized that nothing would ever be the same now.

"DO you… think we did the wrong thing?" Kirstie whispered softly.

Marsha grinned and gave Kirstie a lingering kiss. "I don't know if it's wrong, but I can't get enough of it," she murmured, squeezing Kirstie's breasts and softly pinching her large nipples. "I just want to fuck and fuck and fuck with you."

"Ohhhh!" Kirstie moaned.

Marsha probed Kirstie's wet cunt with two fingers. "Can you come again?"

"Oh God, yes!" Kirstie gasped, making fuck-moves with her hips.

Her first climax had arrived so fast that it had taken them both by surprise. But now she lay back and let Marsha fuck her slowly. And by the time Marsha's tongue began to stroke her aching clit, she was shuddering with helpless passion. They fucked throughout the night. And Kirstie was so obsessed with her newfound pleasures that she never once thought of her brother. It was only Marsha… Marsha, and incredible convulsions of hot coming.

CHAPTER THREE

The next day at work Kirstie couldn't concentrate. For one thing, she was exhausted. She and Marsha had barely slept a wink all night. Their hunger for one another's body, once awakened, was incredibly intense. Whenever they managed to doze off for a few minutes, one or the other would soon wake up again. She would start gently sucking the other girl's breasts, manipulating her cunt. And before they knew it, both of them were mewling and whimpering through new storms of climaxes. No matter how tired she was, just thinking of it at work as she sat at her desk made Kirstie shiver with fresh lust. She wanted to rush home, tear off her clothes, and drag Marsha into bed for more hot glorious fucking.

But things were even more complicated than that. Her brother Rick would be arriving in town this evening. Whenever she thought of that, her cunt got all gushy and prickly. Her blood started pulsing rapidly. She forgot about Marsha. The business with her roommate, though full of more amazing pleasure than she had ever imagined, was only a transient interlude compared to her long-term relationship with her brother.

When she thought of him, the yearning was almost unbearable. It's been so long! she thought. I've missed him so much! The ache for him is so real! And I know he feels the same way. I could tell from his letter.

Sitting at her desk, having reveries about Rick, she suddenly realized that the situation had become very complicated. For one thing, it would be hard for her and Rick to keep their hands off each other from the very first instant they saw each other again. But they just couldn't send Marsha packing. It would be so… so oblivious. Marsha would quickly see, what was going on. And even though she was pretty liberal and understanding, like most people she would probably draw the line at what Kirstie and Rick were doing.

On top of that, Kirstie realized after their experience last night, Marsha might even be jealous. I'm the first one who ever made her come, Kirstie thought. That might really be important to her. And if I hint that she should go away for a while so Rickie and I can fuck, she might really hit the roof. Kirstie realized that she really hadn't planned this very well at all.

"Kirstie?"

She snapped out of her reverie and… looked up at her boss, Bill Rogers, who was standing next to her desk. "Huh? I mean… yes?"

"I just wondered if you're feeling okay," Rogers said. "Your mind doesn't seem to be on business today."

"Oh… I'm okay, I guess," she stammered. "I think maybe I'm coming down with something."

Like a strong case of nymphomania, she thought, trying not to smile at the craziness of it. You see, Bill, I'm trying to think of a way to get rid of my lesbian lover for a while so I can fuck my brother's brains out. How does that grab you? She almost tittered but caught herself, remembering she was supposed to be sickish.

Also, Rogers was a handsome devil of a man who had had his eye on her for a long time, she knew. He was about thirty-five, broad-shouldered and virile. Whenever he spoke to her, he had a glint in his eyes and a curve of his mouth that suggested an infinitely imaginative lechery. Sometimes, she had to admit, it nearly boiled her blood. But both of them had been cautious about really getting into it. They both knew that, no matter how inviting it might seem, it didn't pay to get involved with somebody from the office.

The steely glint and the curving lip were both there now as he stood beside her. His eyes strayed from her face down to her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra and she knew that the sight of her big nipples moving under her shirt aroused him.

"Maybe you should take the rest of the day off," he smiled.

"Oh, I couldn't do that. There's so much to do."

"But if you get really sick, you won't be any good to us at all, will you. I insist," Rogers said.

He pulled her chair out, unable to keep his eyes off her swaying breasts and she stood up.

"Well, if you really think I should," Kirstie said.

"Tell you what I'll do," he said. "I'll drive you home personally."

At any other time Kirstie might have accepted. But today, she realized, her problems were just too complicated to permit it.

"I… I'm sorry, I brought my car today," she said.

She tried to say it in such a way so as not to discourage him from asking again some day. But she could see he was disappointed. If she had accepted, it would have been okay. Since she had refused, his offer looked transparent.

She pressed her hand against his wrist intimately, giving him a briefly burning glance at the same moment. "Thanks for the offer, though," she whispered.

Rogers became stiffly formal again. "Don't mention it," he said. "Go on home and go to bed and take care of yourself."

She smiled at him again as she left the office. The going to bed part at least, she thought, I can promise you, boss.

Having lied about her car, she had to take the bus home. It was shortly after noon when she got there. She was still so tired that she really would flop on the bed and try to take a nap. She wanted to be well-rested for Rick. If his sexual appetite remained what it had been before he left for the Army, tonight would surpass last night in athletic fucking.

She walked into her apartment and flung her purse on a chair, feeling weary and relieved to be alone. But suddenly she heard a muffled male groan coming from the direction of Marsha's bedroom. Good God! she thought, more disgusted than anything. Tell me I'm hearing things! All I want to do is take a nap. And Marsha didn't get enough last night? For heaven's sake, she's worse than lam!

She stood still for a moment, listening to the soft panting and the creaking of the bed. Then curiosity got the better of her. She realized her blood was pounding. She wanted to see it!

She slipped out of her shoes and padded quietly across the living room to the hallway. She could see that the door to Marsha's bedroom was ajar. Silently she tiptoed to it and peeked inside. A naked man was lying on his back on Marsha's bed. Marsha was naked too. She was curled up at his crotch, sucking and pumping the largest stiff cock Kirstie had ever seen.

Oh God! Kirstie nearly gasped aloud. The man's face was obscured by Marsha's coiled body. But even without seeing his face, Kirstie knew who it was. Rick! She knew his phenomenal tool more intimately than any other prick she had ever seen. What Marsha was doing to him right now she herself had done a thousand times. Oh God, Rick! Rickie, how could you do this to me a half-hysterical voice wailed in her mind.

She was filled with rage and repulsion. But at the same time she was fantastically aroused. Marsha was devouring his prick as if there were no tomorrow. She held his balls in one hand and the fat bulging stalk of his prick in the other, pumping him vigorously. Then she dripped warm gobs of spittle on the huge head of his cock and dove on it with her lips, swirling her head as she sucked.

She took his long tool into her mouth and throat as far as it would go, humming with delirious passion. Then, her sensual lips clinging to it, she let it slide out of her mouth, licking his cockhead furiously with her tongue when she reached the end. Even Kirstie had to admit Marsha was good at it. Rick went nearly out of his mind with pleasure.

"Ohhhh! Oh God, baby, do it, yes, God yes!" he panted as she frantically sucked and pumped his gargantuan cock.

His hands darted under Marsha's arms and grabbed her dangling breasts, squeezing them and scissoring her nipples. Marsha gasped. For a moment she let his wet throbbing prick out of her mouth. Her eyes rolled upwards.

"Ah!" she moaned. She arched her back, pushing her breasts into his hands. "Do you like it? Do I do it good for you?"

"Beautiful, baby!" he groaned. "Nobody's ever done it as good as you."

Kirstie's ears burned. A squirt of jealousy shot through her trembling body. How could he say such a thing! After all the loving head jobs she'd given him over the years! Tears burned her eyes. She was furious and heartbroken at the same instant. But she couldn't take her eyes off them.

Marsha made love to his twitching cock with passionate ingenuity. She sucked him and squeezed the fat shaft of his prick with one hand. Her other hand darted between her thighs, and she began massaging her cunt quickly.

"Oh God… oh God!" she panted. "I want you to fuck me in the mouth! Put me on my back and fuck me in the mouth, Rick! And come all over me!"

Kirstie watched as they quickly changed positions, eagerly sucking and squeezing each other. Marsha lay on her back and Rick propped a pillow under her head. Then he squatted over her face and slid his cock between her puckering lips. He grabbed her head in his hands and began fucking in and out of her mouth, his huge cock pulsing and stiff as iron.

Marsha's lips clung like glue to his plunging cock. She keened and gagged with wild pleasure each time the massive stalk engorged her mouth. At the same time she slid both hands down to her gaping wet pussy and began fucking herself urgently. Her hips twitched spastically, and her supple body shuddered. Kirstie knew that Marsha wanted to come at the same instant Rick shot his load all over her, as she'd asked him to do.

"Oogghhm! Oogghhm!" Marsha grunted, her mouth bursting with cock, her hands flying furiously in her slippery cunt.

Rick panted and grunted, cramming Marsha's mouth full of his stiff prick, pronging her throat with it, fucking her with sharp fierce thrusts. Suddenly Kirstie saw his asscheeks clench and his whole body stiffen.

"Now… now, baby… now!" he panted to Marsha.

Marsh a twirled her clit wildly with her fingers, her hips pitching off the bed, her body straining. Rick plunged his cock deep into her mouth and exploded, spewing cum into her throat. At nearly the same instant Marsha's orgasm erupted.

"Oogghhm!" she moaned.

Rich quickly withdrew his spurting prick, spattering her jiggling breasts and bare shoulders and face with more jets of creamy cum. Marsha flailed and writhed under him.

"Uuhhhhhiieee!" she screeched as she came. "Oohhhhh! Aaahhhhheeee!"

Kirstie squeezed her thighs tightly together. She raised her fist to her mouth and bit it to keep don the excitement, and the hot raging jealousy she felt Marsha's body undulated on the bed as the hot juices of her climax gripped her.

"Put it in me, please, I… I can come again! Please! Please! Quick!"

Rick scrambled between her yawning lop. Marsha fed his still-jumping cock into her flooding pussy, howling with incredible pleasure a he ripped it up into her.

"Ah!" she moaned.

He began to fuck her in short quick jabs. Marsha nearly all out of her mind, clawing and scratching him, panting wildly as she peaked again. Her passionate screams still rang in Kirstie's ears as she fled through the living room, snatching up her shoes as she passed, and dashed out the door.

CHAPTER FOUR

She could hardly see straight as she stormed out of the apartment building and into the street. She had walked more than a block before she realized that she was still holding her shoes in her hand. She sat down on the curb to slip them on.

I'll kill them! she thought. Both of them! Tears of rejection and jealousy sprang to her eyes. The images of her roommate and her brother fucking so exuberantly seemed to have burned themselves into her brain. She could still see nothing but Rick's massive pulsing cock plunging into Marsha's dinging pussy. Marsha's hot screams of pleasure still hammered her eardrums. She put her palms to her ears and pressed hard.

"Oh, stop it! Stop it!" she shouted out loud.

Then she realized where she was. She stumbled to her feet and began walking again. Everything was perfect. She felt numbed, dazed. How could she go back there now? How could she pretend nothing had happened? How could she look either of them in the face? Her joy over Rick's return was spoiled. She wanted to scratch Marsha's eyes out.

And yet, she knew, neither of them were really to blame. Rick had obviously arrived early. Marsha had no way of knowing there was something between him and Kirstie. He was horny, Marsha was willing, Kirstie was at work…

The inevitable had happened. But, try as she might. Kirstie couldn't be philosophical about it. It was stupid and irrational to think so, but she knew that the splendid screwing Marsha had got was meant for her. She had not felt a cock in her for weeks, ever since the arrival of Rick's letter. She had been saving herself for the purity of that moment when she could finally open her legs for him alone.

Of course, she had fucked with Marsha only the night before. But neither of them had anticipated it. And though it had been stupendous, it was also different. What she missed was the irreplaceable feeling of a thick man's cock sliding in and out of her clasping cunt, penetrating her, filling her. And doing it in only the way Rickie's huge lovable monster could do.

She had to do something to get this horrible depression put of her mind. She wandered the afternoon streets for what seemed like hours. Not knowing where she was going, she realized after a while that she was downtown, only a few blocks from the office building where she worked. Almost at once the idea hit her. She knew what she needed.

It was absolutely crazy, she knew. But the urge was desperate. There was almost nothing tint could hold her back. She walked to the office building took the elevator up to the eighth floor, and walked up to the door of Bill Rogers' office before she could lose her nerve.

"HI, Kirstie," his secretary smiled at her. "I thought you went home sick."

"I… I did," Kirstie said. "But I feel a little better now. Is Bill in? I have something I want to see him about."

"He's in," the secretary said. She looked at Kirstie a little oddly, as if anyone who left work for the day and then came back had to be nuts. "I'll buzz him."

Kirstie waited. In a few moments Bill Rogers opened his office door. "Kirstie!" he said, surprised. "I thought I told you to go home and get some rest."

"I… had something to see you about."

An ambiguous smile crossed his lips, as if he had half-received her message already. "Well, came on in," he smiled.

They went into his office and he shut the door behind them. Kirstie was nervous. She didn't know how to get to the point. She couldn't just blurt it out. Or could she?

"Well," Rogers said after a long uncomfortable pause. "That did you want to see me about? I hope it's nothing serious."

"It is," she whispered.

Rogers looked concerned. But Kirstie noticed his eyes straying toward her loose breasts again. That would make it easier.

"Maybe you'd like to sit down," he said, gesturing at the chair beside his desk.

"No."

He put a hand on her shoulder. "Kirstie, what is it? You seem very disturbed."

Kirstie took a deep breath and bit her lower lip. Inhaling deeply made her firm breasts rise and her nipples point under the fabric of her shirt. Rogers tried not to look but couldn't help it.

"I want you to fuck me," she whispered, looking up at him with smoldering eyes.

"What?"

"You heard me."

"I heard you. I just can't believe you."

"How could I say it so that you'd believe me?"

"I… I don't know."

Kirstie slowly unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, tantalizing him. She licked her lips and let her eyes burn into his.

"I've always wanted you," she whispered sexily. She knew no man could refuse that feeling, true or not. "I've just had a very bad experience. I don't feel like waiting any longer. I know you want me. I want you to fuck me now and help me forget about it."

While she spoke she kept unbuttoning her shirt until it was finally open. Rogers' eyes were on the upswept slopes of her young breasts and the deep shadowy valley between them. The fabric of the shirt still covered her nipples. Rogers tried to speak, then swallowed and unbuttoned his collar and loosened his tie, then tried again.

"Don't you think it's kind of risky?" he said. "My secretary's right outside the door."

"I'll control myself. I won't make any noise."

"Why don't we make it after work?" He checked his watch. "That's only two more hours. Surely you can wait until…"

Kirstie smirked at him coyly and took off her shirt. Her ripe upswept breasts and bulging nipples jiggled slightly as she tossed it on his desk. Rogers looked like he wanted to rape her. She enjoyed tormenting him. "Don't you want to?" she asked coyly.

"Of course I do."

She did a mock pirouette. "Do you like my body?"

He nodded.

Kirstie came, up right next to him. Her naked breasts were only an inch from his chest. She reached down and took both of his hands and placed them on her breasts.

"Does that feel good?" she asked.

He nodded again.

"Squeeze them," she whispered. "Go ahead, squeeze them. It feels good."

Rogers squeezed the full resilient globes. His rough palms rasped against her sensitive nipples.

"Harder," she breathed. "Dig your fingers into them."

His strong fingers bit into the firm flesh of her breasts. They throbbed and ached. Kirstie moaned softly.

"Oh," she sighed. "Don't you want to suck them?"

"Yes."

"God, suck me… please, suck me," she murmured.

He seemed hypnotized. She took his head and pulled it down to her breasts. He licked one of her nipples with his tongue.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhh, yes!" she gasped. "Oh, suck it. Suck it hard!"

"Your nipples are so big," he panted, curling his tongue around the swollen buds.

"I know. Ohhhh… oh God, yes, that feels so good!"

Rogers sucked her throbbing nipples in a rough, urgent way. Kirstie felt hot pleasure spurt through her body. She realized how aroused she had become watching Rick and Marsha fuck.

"Don't you want to fuck me… don't you want to fuck me?" she panted.

"Yes," he said. "But it's too dangerous."

She caught sight of the small bathroom at one side of his office. "Fuck me in there," she gasped.

"It's too small."

"No it's not. We can stand up."

She pulled him toward it. She knew he wanted her so much that he couldn't resist. They went into the small room and he pulled the door shut. There was barely enough worn for them to stand beside the toilet.

Quickly Kirstie dropped her skirt and skimmed off her panties. Her fingers flew to his belt buckle and zipper. She got his stiff prick out and began pumping and squeezing it. Rogers' hands were all over her naked body. He kissed her neck and shoulders hungrily and put his hand in her pussy. She was sopping wet. He dug his fingers into the greasy folds of her slit and made her gasp sharply: "Oh!"

"Try not to make any noise," he panted.

"I can't help it."

"Here, this way," he said.

He sat on the toilet lid, his big hard cock standing upright, and a jerking red pole. It was not as fat and long as Rick's, but it was still pretty big. He held Kirstie's hips and helped her straddle him. Then he probed her cuntlips with the bulging end of his cock and lowered her cunt onto it.

"Aahhh!" Kirstie moaned as she sat on the throbbing stalk, feeling it slide up into her. She bit her lip and went nearly out of her mind with pleasure as he began sucking and nipping her breasts again.

Her long legs came in handy. She planted her feet on the floor and slid her tight cunt up and down on his stiff cock, shivering with lust each time it penetrated her. Rogers' fingers dug into her naked buttocks. Kirstie winced with pleasure.

"It's so good… so good! Uh! Uh!" she grunted.

She lost herself completely in sexual pleasure. She forgot about Marsha, Rick, everything, even Rogers. She didn't, know or care who was fucking her. It was just the hard prick between her legs that counted, the wild hungry mouth tugging her nipples, the strong hands digging in her asscheeks. "Fuck me… fuck me… yes! Yes!" she chanted. "Deeper… deeper… get it in me deeper!"

She couldn't get it into her deeply enough. Panting and squirming, grabbing him for support, she lifted her legs and coiled them around his hips. Then she began twisting and jumping up and down on his prick like a wild woman.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she gasped. "Oh!"

"Shhhhh!" he panted. "Try to be quiet."

"Oh God, I can't! Don't stop… don't stop!"

Rogers was almost as carried away by Kirstie's passion as she was. He grabbed her squirming hips and gouged her repeatedly with his up thrusting cock. But when sharp involuntary squeals started coming from her throat, his fear of discovery got the better of him.

"Aiiee! Oh! Aiiee!" she yelped, delirious with hot lust.

"Shhhhh!"

"I… I can't! Oh God, I'm going to come! Don't stop, don't stop!"

He stopped fucking her only long enough to reach down to the floor. He found his pants, which were tangled around his ankles, and grabbed his handkerchief out of a pocket. He brought it up and shoved it into her slack mouth.

"Bite on that," he said.

"Ummm… ummm!" she whimpered.

Then, knowing that she was only seconds away from her climax, he grabbed her twisting hips and began fucking her mercilessly. He flexed his hard prick. Kirstie squeezed him with her thighs and held on for dear life. The hard gristle of his cock scraping against her swollen clit drove her crazy with pleasure. Her whole body was torn with wild shuddering.

"Mmmeee! Mmmmee!" she squealed, her voice muffled by the wadded cloth.

She clung to him, burrowed her face in his neck, and let her body be shattered by fierce spasms of coming. She swarmed against him, feeling his shirt chafe her raw nipples, jamming her creaming slit down on his throbbing cock. Through her own wild muffled screaming, she heard him grunt and felt the jumping strings of jism flood her pulsing cunt.

Even when it was over, she couldn't let go. Her body tingled everywhere. The aftershocks of her orgasm oozed through her throbbing blood. His cock remained stiff for several minutes, and she held on to him and moved her pussy slightly, moaning as the fresh sparks of pleasure shot through her aching clit. Finally she spit out the wet wrinkled handkerchief and kissed his mouth ardently. His cock was beginning to shrink from her pussy, and his cum was leaking out of her. She crawled off him.

"I'm leaking all over your pants," she giggled softly. "Everybody will think you do naughty things when you're alone in your office."

Rogers was too busy trying to get his hands and mouth on her breasts again to reply. He pulled her back onto his lap and sucked one of her nipples so hard that she yelped softly.

"Ouch! Oh! Honey, they're so sore. You just about chewed them off."

"I want more of you," Rogers panted. "I can't get enough."

"Well, it'll have to be enough for now," she smiled, squirming away from him.

He pulled up his pants and they went back into his office. Kirstie retrieved her clothes and put them on. Before she could button her shirt Rogers gabbed her from behind, squeezing her naked breasts again and biting her long white neck.

"Let's go get a motel room," he whispered. "You owe me one rape."

"Rape?" Kirstie giggled.

"Well, what would you call it?"

"I'd call it fantastic. But unfortunately I can't make it tonight. My… mother's coming to town. I… have to pick her up at the airport in half an hour."

Actually Kirstie didn't know why she was refusing. The idea of going to a motel room and fucking her ears off with him for hours seemed thrilling. He was good at it. But her orgasm had temporarily satiated her. The thought of her brother Rick had begun to float back into her mind. Her feelings for him were so strong that even her jealousy couldn't get in the way of them now. Sure, she wanted to fuck with him. Even the climax she had just experienced couldn't make that desire go away. But more than that, she wanted to hold him in her arms and kiss him. Her longing for her brother was intense. No matter what the circumstances were, she had to see him.

Rogers looked dejected. She wanted to cheer him up. She hugged him and slithered her tongue into his mouth.

"Look, I owe you one rape, okay?" she murmured. "I'll try to get away from my… mother over the weekend." She gyrated her pelvis into his, making fuck-motions. "And you can do whatever you want to me," she breathed. "Okay?"

"You promise?"

"I promise." She winked at him and blew him a kiss as she went out the door.

CHAPTER FIVE

Rick rolled over in the bed. He nudged the warm naked body next to him and instantly remembered where he was. He ran one hand down Marsha's warm back to her ass, sliding his fingers between her asscheeks. Marsha awoke.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it feel like?" he grinned, slipping three fingers into her buttery cunt from behind.

"Ohh! It feels great!" Marsha gasped.

She spread her thighs and pushed her cunt down on his hand, instantly aroused. Her slit was incredibly wet both from her own juices and from the two eruptions of his own cum he had deposited in it during the past hour. And even though he had shot off three times – once in her mouth, twice in her pussy – he was amazed to find that he felt like it again. His cock rose and jumped with hot blood. It would take so little just to slip it into her juicy little box from behind like this, and ram her until both of them were again gagging with pleasure.

But he knew he shouldn't do it. This roommate of his sister's was a delicious find. He had arrived in town early and come directly to Kirstie's apartment, hoping to find her at home. Instead who should he find but this half-dressed, sleepy-eyed beauty, Marsha. He tried to remember how much time had elapsed before he found himself on her bed with his stiff prick between her clasping lips. Five minutes? Four?

But he couldn't get carried away. Kirstie had been out of his thoughts for the past two hours, but she had to be getting home from work soon. Marsha, of course, didn't know just how fond he and his sister were of each other. But Kirstie would be crushed if she walked in and found him in bed like this with her roommate.

On top of that, what kind of reunion would it be if he were all fucked out? He knew the phenomenal staying-power of his hot salami, and that was encouraging. One night while he was in the Army he had shoved his pork up the twats and bungholes of eight Korean hookers all a row before his buddies had to get him drunk so they could get him back to the barracks. And right now it was throbbing and aching, stiff as a pipe, only inches from Marsha's beckoning bottom.

But there was a limit to everything. He wanted to save something for the reunion he and Kirstie had been waiting far so long. But Marsha didn't know about that. His hand probing her slippery cunt had got her all worked up again. She twisted and panted, reaching behind to grasp his thick pulsing cock in her hand.

"Put it in me, Rick," she panted. "Fuck me… fuck me again. Please!"

"What about Kirstie?" he murmured. "Won't she be home soon?"

"Ohhhnnn! I don't know. What time is it?"

He glanced at her clock radio. "A little past five."

The news dejected Marsha. "About… ten… minutes," she panted, pushing her pussy down into his thrusting hand. "Ohhnn! Oh God, that feels so good! Fuck me quick, just once more before she gets here. Please! You can fuck me in the ass, if you want to."

Rick grinned. "Are you sure? You know, I once knew a girl whose neighbors called the police when I put it in her ass. They thought she was being murdered. They could hear her screams for five blocks."

"I don't care!" Marsha gasped.

Rick smiled and kissed her mouth. "That's what she said."

"Please!"

Rick really wanted to do it. Marsha was tugging his cock urgently toward her delectable ass. But the risk was too great. If Kirstie walked in, everything would be ruined. He gritted his teeth, removed her hand from his cock, and rolled off the bed.

"Not now, sweetheart," he said, pulling on his pants.

"Oh damn!" Marsha pouted.

"What if she catches us? It'll be embarrassing."

"I know," Marsha admitted. She too got up and began straightening the bed and putting on her clothes. "Where are you staying? I mean, maybe you could stay here tonight."

"And?"

She grinned sexily and made an obscene gesture with her tongue.

"What about Kirstie? The way you squeal, you could wake up the whole building, let alone her."

"Somehow I didn't get the feeling you minded," she smirked.

"Well, we'll have to arrange something," Rick said, suddenly feeling a little puzzled.

It was only beginning to dawn on him how difficult this all was going to be. How was he going to fuck both of them without either one finding out about the other? Especially when they lived together in the same apartment? He couldn't get mad at himself for having screwed Marsha. Looking back at the past two hours, he didn't know how a healthy red-blooded man could have resisted. But nevertheless, it made things very awkward.

He was still puzzling over it when both of them heard Kirstie's key in the front door lock.

"Oh my God, it's her!" Marsha said. "You'd better go in the bathroom or something, so she won't find you in here!"

"Right."

In a flash Rick darted down the short hallway and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. While he was there, he made use of the time to wash Marsha's pussyjuice off his prick and his hands. What if Kirstie should take his tool into her mouth and taste something funny? Questions would come up. But then he realized again how complicated things were. Kirstie wouldn't be giving him head, not right away, not with Marsha there. And yet, how would they get rid of her without letting her guess that they wanted to do what brothers and sisters weren't supposed to do?

After a decent interval, he opened the bathroom door and went outside. Marsha, he noticed as he walked down the hallway, was still in her bedroom.

She winked at him and made a seductive suckmouth as he passed. Kirstie was in the livingroom. When he saw her, his cock started swelling and thumping wildly. God, she's more beautiful than I remembered! he thought.

Kirstie gave him an odd smile. Her eyes glimmered with tears that he supposed were the result of her emotion at seeing him again. "Hi," she said softly.

"Eli."

He went across the room and took her in his arms and kissed her. He crushed her fantastic body against his and stabbed his tongue into her warm mouth. His hands found her firm ass and he pulled her groin into his pulsing hard-on.

Kirstie kissed him back, but only briefly. Then she pulled away. "Don't do that!" she said in a hushed voice. "What if my roommate sees us?"

"What if she does?"

"Don't forget that you're my… brother." Kirstie had a hard time getting the word out. She seemed very troubled about something.

"How could I forget that?" Rick joked, trying to be casual.

The atmosphere between, them was very stiff and uncomfortable, nothing like Rick had expected it to be. Do you suppose she doesn't want me any more? he thought. Maybe she has a boyfriend, and she doesn't want to start it up again between us.

But his sexual feelings for Kirstie were incredibly strong. It was almost as if the past two hours with Marsha hadn't even happened. His throbbing hard-on refused to deflate. He didn't know what to do. He and Kirstie still stood apart, murmuring asinine welcomes to each other.

"Well. It sure is nice to see you," Kirstie said, nervously.

"Yeah. Nice to see you, too. I… missed you."

"I missed you too."

She wouldn't look him in the eye. Suddenly Marsha came into the room. Kirstie seemed to freeze visibly.

"Hi, Kirstie," Marsha said, sounding nervous herself.

"You two have already met," Kirstie said. "I… got into town a little early," Rick said. "I came right over."

He sensed the jealousy in his sister's voice. He knew how smart Kirstie was. It wouldn't take her long to put two and two together.

"I see," Kirstie said.

"He got here about a half an hour ago," Marsha said quickly.

"Oh?"

Rick chuckled nervously.

"Well," Kirstie said, still acting very aloof. "Shall we all have dinner here, or shall we all go out to a restaurant together? Just a cozy little threesome." Her voice shook with controlled spite.

"Oh, I've got a smashing idea," Marsha said, smiling brightly, feigning a total innocent that Rick thought was transparent. "Why don't I run down to the store and get some food. And I'll cook some dinner while you two just sit here and get reacquainted. How's that?"

Kirstie shrugged. "Whatever," she said indifferently.

"Sounds okay to me," Rick said.

"Great," Marsha said. "I'll be right back."

Before they knew it she had snatched up her purse and dashed out the door, leaving them alone. She had seemed very eager to escape.

Rick looked at his sister. Now that they were alone, she didn't seem aloof any more. Instead she was vulnerable again. Her eyes glistened with tears.

He went over and took her in his arms and kissed her amazingly sensual mouth. This time she kissed him back passionately, her body quivering and responding to his embrace. He stroked her firm ass and brought his hands up to her breasts, squeezing them through the thin cloth of her shirt.

"What's the matter, Sis?" he murmured against her cheek.

"Nothing."

Rick's fingers fumbled with the buttons of her shirt. "How far away is that store anyway?" he whispered.

"Three blocks."

"I wish it was three miles."

"Oh God, I've missed you so much!" she sighed. Rick got her shirt open and put his lips on her warm upstanding breasts. The blood pounded and throbbed in his prick. Kirstie's nipples were so large and swollen. He thought of all the titties he had had in his mouth. None of them could match his sister's. He sucked her big soft nipples hungrily.

"Oh God!" she gasped. "Fuck me, Rickie. Fuck me quick, before she gets back. God, I've waited so long for it!"

"I know, I know," he panted. "Me too."

Her body seemed to melt in his arms. He knew they didn't have time to get undressed and then dress again before Marsha returned. So he pulled her down on the floor and pushed her skirt up around her waist. She quickly skimmed off her panties. They both unbuckled and unzipped his pants, and Kirstie pulled them down his legs. Rick's huge cock jumped up twitching. She looked at it worshipfully.

"God, honey, put it in me slow," she gasped. "I want to feel every inch of it going in me."

"We've got to hurry," he told her.

"I know." She lay back, spreading her thighs, opening her arms to him. "Fuck me, Rickie honey, fuck me… it's been so long… so long… Ohhhh! Oh! Ohhhh!"

She moaned as he slowly slid the long shaft of his stiff prick into her wet slit. She clasped her legs around him and held his cock in her. Her feelings were so intense she thought she might faint.

"Don't move!" she panted. "Don't move, I want to feel it! Oh God, Rickie, I love you! God, it's been so long! Oh… oh yes… aaahhhnnnn!"

Slowly he inched it out of her again until her clinging cuntlips touched only the bulbous head of his cock. Kirstie's beautiful face was contorted with sexual rapture. As he plunged it into her again, she writhed and groaned, her head tossing on the carpet.

"Oh God… oh God, it's heaven!" she gasped.

Almost lost himself in the intense pleasure of it, Rick suddenly remembered that they had little time. He began fucking her slowly, then more rapidly. He remembered how quickly, she could come when she was really worked up. But he didn't know how quickly he would be able to come himself, having shot off three times with Marsha. Still, Kirstie's incredible sucking cunt was the tightest he had ever felt. It pinched and squeezed his thrusting prick, driving him wild with pleasure.

"Yes… yes! Unh!" Kirstie panted, gyrating her hips. "Oh baby… oh baby!"

The hot storm of passion engulfed them both.

Kirstie's legs clung tightly to his pumping hips. She whimpered and moaned. Her eyes rolled up behind her lids. Again and again Rick plunged his huge cock to the very bottom of her clasping pussy, making her wince and yelp with animalistic pleasure.

"Oh! Aiiee uuh! Ohhhnnnnn baby… aijee!"

She was a wild thrashing woman in his arms. Incredibly, Rick lunged into her and felt the hot strings of cum shooting out of his cock. Her clenching cunt seemed to yank the jism right out of his throbbing balls. Kirstie felt him coming. It was the fuse that set off her explosion.

"Aahhnn!" she cried out sharply. "aahhnn! Oh! Oh God! Aauunnggiieeee! Oh Rickieeeee! Aauunngghhieeeee!"

Their bodies were locked together as the convulsive spasms tore through them. Kirstie pumped her groin up off the floor into his driving prick and coughed violently as a new orgasm wrenched her.

"Oh God… oh Jesus!" she panted as the shock waves of coming began to fade.

"Baby… baby," Rick murmured, feeling his cock throb deep in her fluttering pussy. All the girls he had fucked in the past two years, all the fucking with Marsha just an hour ago, nothing had produced a climax like the one he had just felt. He kissed his sister everywhere his lips would reach.

"Oh Rickie!" she gasped, tears of happiness flowing down her cheeks.

"Baby, baby," he murmured.

But suddenly the door opened and Marsha walked in, carrying a bag of groceries. She looked down at them. They looked up at her. Marsha gasped in shock. The bag dropped out of her hands and fell on the floor, splitting and spilling groceries everywhere.

"Oh… God!" Marsha gasped, raising one fist to her mouth. "What are you doing?"

Neither Rick nor Kirstie knew what to say. So they didn't say anything. If you can't figure it out, Marsha honey, Rick thought, then explanations won't help. Trying not to seem too brusque, he inched his wilting cock out of his sister's pussy and stood up and pulled on his pants. He zipped and buckled them. He couldn't help taking some satisfaction in the way Marsha glared hungrily at his swinging cock even now. But a mess was a mess. Probably the best thing to do would be get out of there quick.

Kirstie made no effort to move. She laid on her back on the carpet with her thighs spread, her red wet cunt gaping as if waiting for the next taker. The look in her eyes suggested that she still hadn't returned from paradise. Marsha seemed still paralyzed by shock.

Rick slipped around her and the mess of groceries on the floor. He felt a little like he was leaving the scene of a crime. But he knew they would have to work this out between them.

"I'll be in touch," he said quietly, slipping out the door.

CHAPTER SIX

After Rick left, it was several hours before Kirstie or Marsha spoke to each other. Marsha gathered up the scattered groceries and took them into the kitchen. After several minutes Kirstie got up off the livingroom floor and went to her bedroom.

She sat on the bed and tried to think about it, but she couldn't. Her body still tingled. Her cunt ached, her breasts throbbed. She hated Marsha for having walked in on them. She hated Rick for leaving. And she hated both of them for having done it together first. And God only knew how many times!

No wonder he left so fast! she thought. It was a beautiful fuck, the most beautiful day of my life, except for the first time with him. But he probably knew he wouldn't be able to do it again with me, not after having fucked her so many times. The bitch!

And yet Kirstie forced herself to be realistic about it too. She reminded herself that the whole situation had been very complicated from the start. Even if Marsha and Rick had not gotten together, she still would have been faced with the necessity of getting her roommate out of the way so that she and her brother could go to bed.

And how could she blame either one of them for wanting each other when she had wanted them both? Marsha was a beautiful woman. Kirstie remembered how many times she herself had got off on her roommate's gorgeous body. Rick would have needed superhuman discipline to stop himself from fucking her. Especially if Marsha had tempted him, as she doubtless had done. Just thinking about it all made her cunt wet again.

God, am I becoming a sex maniac or something? she wondered. I screwed like crazy with Bill, and with Rick, and here I am still boiling. Horny as hell. If Rickie had stayed, I could've come a thousand times!

Late in the evening she finally realized she was hungry. She went into the kitchen to see if Marsha had cooked anything and found her roommate at the sink, washing the dishes. There was an uncomfortable silence. Neither girl knew quite what to say, after what had occurred. Kirstie peeked into a pot on the stove.

"Go ahead and have some," Marsha said, without looking up. "I made enough for both of us. You just have to heat it up."

"Thanks," Kirstie murmured.

She turned on the fire and stirred the food as it warmed. There was a long pause before Marsha spoke again.

"I… I'm sorry I broke in on you like that," she said in a quavering voice. "I mean… I didn't know what… I was just coming back from the store, and I…"

"You don't have to apologize," Kirstie reassured her. "It was our fault. We just couldn't help ourselves."

Now Marsha turned her head and looked at Kirstie. Her eyes burned with curiosity and with a deep sexual fire she couldn't hide. Kirstie realized that the atmosphere was still amazingly erotic. Each girl having witnessed the other being fucked by Rick had somehow fanned their lust instead of slaking it.

"I was so shocked," Marsha said softly. "I mean, I never expected anything like that."

"You mean because you spent the afternoon in bed with him?" Kirstie said with sly spite.

Marsha looked embarrassed. "He told you."

Kirstie shook her head. "I happened to come home a little early."

"You saw us?"

Kirstie nodded.

"But Kirstie, you know I didn't know about you and…"

"How could you know about that?" Kirstie giggled nervously. "I never told you about it, did I?"

Marsha dried the dishwater off her hands and came over to the stove. Her eyes burned into Kirstie's. Kirstie realized that just talking about it aroused both of them wildly. A crazy exciting thought flashed through her head. Each girl still had Rick's cum in her pussy. If they ate one another, they would be eating him too, at the same time!

"Has it been going on a long time?" Marsha asked.

Kirstie nodded again. "Since we were teenagers."

"But God, Kirstie, it's so wrong! He's your own brother."

"Are you sure you aren't just jealous?" Kirstie said.

Marsha blushed and looked down at the floor.

"I… I've never had a man fuck me like he did," she whispered.

"What if he were your brother instead of mine?" Kirstie asked slyly. "Would that have stopped you?"

Marsha grinned sheepishly. "I don't think anything could've stopped me."

"Well then you know how I felt the first time." Kirstie couldn't ignore the hot sexual glaze in Marsha's eyes. "Did he make you come?" she asked.

Marsha nodded. A sharp tremor seemed to grip her body as she recalled the experience. "Several times," she murmured.

Kirstie suddenly felt very warm toward the girl. She reached out and took Marsha in her arms, kissing her mouth thirstily. The feel of their firm breasts pushing together made her quickly dizzy with lust. It had only been a few days since they had last made love. But so much had happened in between that to Kirstie it felt like weeks, months. The sex she had already had earlier in the day disappeared from her mind. Her hot craving for Marsha's lovely body was incredibly intense.

"Then he and I have something in common," she whispered into Marsha's ear. "We're the only two who ever made you come."

Marsha's body shook uncontrollably. "I know," she sighed.

"Would you like me to make you come again?" Kirstie asked.

Marsha grinned, slanting her tongue between Kirstie's teeth. "Several times," she whispered.

Kirstie quickly turned off the fire under the food. The hunger in her pussy was stronger than the hunger in her stomach. Marsha's hands were already on her, tearing off her shirt. From behind Marsha racked under Kirstie's arms and squeezed her naked breasts. She bit Kirstie's neck.

"Owwmnn!" Kirstie moaned. "Baby, can't you wait just a second?"

"No!" Marsha gasped.

"Let's go in on the bed."

"Let's do it on the floor where I caught you doing it with him," Marsha gasped into her ear.

Her fingers tugged and pinched Kirstie's large nipples sharply. Kirstie felt daggers of lust shoot through her body. She remembered what a shrieking hellcat Marsha became when they fucked. For the first time she felt the same kind of loving awakened in her too. It was a mixture of the usual desire plus a burning jealousy over what Marsha had done with Rick. The idea of doing it on the floor where she herself had fucked with Rick earlier excited her fiercely.

Their clothes flew off as they went into the livingroom. Naked, they melted together and sank to the carpet. Kirstie forced Marsha onto her back and began kissing her body everywhere. She felt urgent and aggressive, like a rapist. She mauled Marsha's writhing body with her savage mouth, tearing at Marsha's sensitive nipples with her lips. She pinched them with her fingers, as Marsha had pinched hers.

"Owwcchh!" Marsha cried out. "Oh God, baby, it hurts!"

"Doesn't it feel good?" Kirstie panted.

"Yessss! Suck me… bite me! Owwwnnn!"

Kirstie sucked one of Marsha's thick nipples into her mouth and sank her teeth into it. Marsha's whole body was convulsed by the sharp pain. She clenched her teeth and tossed her head, whimpering.

"Oh God… Kirstie! You're hurting me!"

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Don't stop!"

Kirstie sucked and bit Marsha's other nipple. Marsha flailed wildly, whinnying loudly with torment. Her lovely body was a mass of wriggling flesh. Kirstie got her hand between Marsha's quivering thighs and jabbed two fingers up the girl's flooding cunt.

"Aauunnghggg!" Marsha moaned. "Unh! Unh!"

Kirstie racked her savagely. Marsha's loud moaning and her thrashing body jacked up Kirstie's mad rapist lust to a fever pitch. She jammed three, then four fingers in and out of Marsha's slimy pussy. Finally she was able to get her whole hand into the widely-stretched slit. She pushed her hand in and out of Marsha's wet cunt, watching the agony wrench the girl's face.

"Oowwwnnggghh! Oh! Oh God, Kirstie! Aauuggghh! Unh! Oh! Unh! Ouggnnnhhhh! Ouch! Unh! Unh!"

Even through her wild lust Kirstie was aware that part of her was appalled by what she was doing. It was horrible, but she couldn't stop. A maniacal voice inside her head kept shrieking: He's mine! He's mine! He's mine! Her wedge-shaped hand plunged again and again into Marsha's open pussy. He's mine! Ungh! He's mine! Ungh! The force of her thrusting arm lifted Marsha's quivering ass up off the floor.

But even though Marsha was driven crazy by the torture, she didn't ask Kirstie to stop. Her body wriggled and writhed in torment. Her firm breasts jiggled and her smooth belly rippled each time Kirstie's hand penetrated her. She moaned and whinnied and squealed wildly. Her face was contorted with pain-pleasure.

"Oh! Owwwnnggg! Oh… baby… ouch! Ungh! Ouch! Aanngghhh! Oh! Oh God! Oh shit! Fuck me, fuck me!" she howled, flipping and surging crazily, pumping her groin up into Kirstie's jabbing hand.

Marsha's pliant cunt responded to the vicious hand-rape by opening even wider. Kirstie soon found that she could close her hand into a fist. She began fist-fucking the girl violently. Marsha became unglued. Her body shook with helpless spasms.

"Oh God! Unnnggghhh!" she grunted and gasped. "God, I'm going to come! Yessss! Harder… harder!"

Kirstie fist-fucked the poor shuddering girl for all she was worth. She shoved her hand up to the wrist in Marsha's pussy, shivering as Marsha's pathetic howls of lust and pain pierced the air. She fell with her mouth on Marsha's bouncing boobs, sucking and biting her nipples savagely. And Marsha suddenly stiffened, impaled on Kirstie's arm. She clasped her thighs shut on Kirstie's wrist and pumped, coughing and spluttering as a thunderous orgasm finally split her apart.

"Aauunggghhh!" she cried out. "Aunghh! Oh Gawwwd! Yyieeee! OOOOhHHHHH! Ungh! Ungh! Aauunngggiiieee!"

Kirstie could hardly believe what was happening. It all seemed so insane, raping Marsha with her fist! But she was too far gone in her own mad lust to care. The climax that wracked Marsha's spasming body made her own come-hunger unbearable.

She took her hand out of Marsha's cunt and swarmed all over the girl, pressing her body against Marsha's convulsing flesh.

"Fuck me… fuck me, baby," she panted. "Do it to me too. Do it to me too!"

"Oh… Kirstie!" Marsha gasped.

"Fuck me, honey… hurt me!" Kirstie begged her.

She rolled onto her back and pulled Marsha on top of her, totally expecting the worst. But her body crawled and pulsed with hot demanding passion. She wanted it. She wanted to be paid back. She wanted Marsha to give her the same kind of murderous fist-fuck she had just given Marsha.

"Do it to me… do it to me!" she panted as Marsha began to stroke and kiss her naked body. "Oh yes… yesssss!"

But surprisingly enough, Marsha was soft and tender to her instead of vengeful. She licked and softly sucked Kirstie's large nipples until Kirstie thought they would explode. Both of them remembered how Kirstie had climaxed the first time they did it, simply by having her breasts sucked. But Marsha was not going to let that happen this time. She kissed Kirstie's body everywhere.

"Ooohhhnnn!" Kirstie moaned softly, feeling the gorgeous sensations that Marsha coaxed alive in her trembling flesh. "Don't you… ahhh… don't you want to hurt me?"

"Noooo," Marsha murmured. "I want to love you and love you. Here… turn over. Let me kiss your back and your ass and every bit of you."

Obediently Kirstie turned over on her stomach. "But I… did it so hard to you," she said.

"Mmmmm," Marsha hummed, running her tongue up and down the wide valley between Kirstie's shoulder blades. "But it felt so good!"

It was when she began kissing and squeezing Kirstie's buttocks that Kirstie nearly went out of her mind. No one had ever done that to her. Marsha sucked and gnawed gently on the smooth up tilted moons. Fire squired through Kirstie's aching pussy. She moaned as Marsha pried apart her cheeks and began licking the crack of her ass.

"Mmmmm, does that feel good?" Marsha murmured.

"Oh God, yes!"

"And this?" Marsha tickled Kirstie's small puckering asshole with her tongue.

Kirstie moaned. The crack of her ass and her runny cunt flashed with hot desire. "Fuck me, honey, fuck me," she whimpered. "I want it!"

"And this?" Marsha repeated. Her tongue wriggled into Kirstie's rectum.

"Oh! Ooooooo!" Kirstie cried out.

Marsha held Kirstie's buttocks apart with her hands and tongue-fucked her asshole rapidly. Kirstie pushed her face into the carpet and gagged softly as the hot startling sensations darted through her. For a brief second she thought she was going to come. The rhythmic pulsing began to beat deep in her cunt welling and building.

But Marsha would not let her come that fly. Quickly she turned Kirstie over onto her back again. Her tongue delved deeply into Kirstie's aching slit. She pulled the cuntlips apart with her fingers and dove into the wet slash with her mouth, sucking and tonguing Kirstie's throbbing slit, slurping the pussy juice that was mingled with Rick's cum.

Kirstie was nearly out of control. The pleasure was almost unbearable. Marsha sucked her pulsing clit, but just when Kirstie was about to come she would stop. Kirstie shuddered and moaned, hovering on the brink of a killing orgasm.

"God… ohhnnnnn baby, let me come!" she whimpered. "Make me come honey! Oh God… ohhhhnnnn!"

Her fingers scrabbled in Marsha's hair, grabbing her head and pulling her mouth into the burbling gash. She yelped as Marsha's tongue darted deeply into her crack. Suddenly she felt Marsha's finger slip into her asshole.

"Aauughhh!" she groaned.

Beautiful fiery sensations shot through her ass. Her body escaped and twisted. Marsha began finger fucking her asshole and sucking her cunt wildly at the same time.

"Oh God, it feels good!" she panted. "It feels so good! Fuck me, baby… fuck me! Yessss!" Her words excited Marsha. She began to devour and ravish Kirstie, sucking her cunt and cuntlips savagely. She slipped another finger into Kirstie's clenching rectum and raped her viciously. Kirstie felt her climax building with so much intensity that she knew nothing could stop it now.

"Aauunnggg! Oh! Ungh! Owwwwnnnn! Oh yes… oh yes! Baby, yes! Yes! Ungh!" she panted, writhing helplessly, pumping her plundered groin up into Marsha's face and jabbing hand.

Suddenly her body began to jerk uncontrollably. Fiery spasms raked her crotch. Spurting flames shot through her quivering body. Marsha tried to swallow her throbbing cunt. Her long fingers dug deep into her burning asshole. Kirstie felt the upwelling orgasm wrench and rupture her.

"Aannghhhiieee!" she squealed, flipping convulsively. "Oh! Oh God! Aauunnngghheeee! Angh! Oh Yes! Oohhhnnn!"

After it was over, they collapsed in each other's arms, trembling with the aftershocks of their tumultuous fuck. They kissed and undulated softly together.

"Oh God, it's never been like that between us!" Kirstie said. "God, honey, when you started fucking my ass like that I just went bananas."

"Think of what I felt like with half your arm up my cunt," Marsha murmured, smiling.

"We really went overboard, didn't we," Kirstie said.

"I think that whole business with your brother sent both of us out of control," Marsha whispered.

"I was jealous of you."

"I felt the same way."

Kirstie dropped her mouth to Marsha's amazingly firm breasts and began sucking her soft coral nipples again. She dug her fingers into Marsha's smooth round ass. Their pliant bodies seemed to melt together.

"Let's just suck each other now, honey," she murmured to Marsha. "Let's do sixty-nine and just suck each other soft… and gentle…"

Marsha moaned as they slowly turned their bodies into position. Her wet tongue slithered up into Kirstie's pussy. Kirstie nearly fainted with pleasure. She knew another long night of blissful fucking was only beginning.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Rick was sitting in the hotel bar, nursing a drink, when he saw the girl. She was so bewitchingly beautiful that for a moment she made him forget about his problem. He had not called Kirstie or spoken to her since he had made his escape after Marsha surprised them.

He really wanted to see his sister. He really wanted to see Marsha again, too. Just one day without either of them and he was walking around with a perpetual hard-on. The problem was, how could he see either one without the other knowing? It was all so confusing that he couldn't figure out a solution.

But after he saw the girl sitting at the end of the bar, he didn't give it another thought. She was a stunning creature with long raven black hair and a sensual suckmouth that nearly made him cream his jeans just from looking at it.

From where he was sitting he couldn't see much of her body. But when she lit a cigarette, she moved her arms and he caught a glimpse of the creamy tops of her large up tilted breasts. In the dim light he could even make out the swollen bumps of her nipples under the shiny black satin of her dress.

God damn! he thought. That's for me.

He knew she was probably a hooker. A high-priced one too, from the look of her. He didn't have any money to spend, not on pussy. Not when he could get it for free with a simple phone call. If he could only figure out how to call one without the other finding out.

But the more he watched the girl at the end of the bar, the more intense the throbbing got in his groin. His stiff cock felt like it was going to burst. He was afraid someone might see it. Suddenly the girl's dark eyes caught his and burned him with a quick sultry flash.

My God, Rick thought, swallowing. I've just got to give it a try.

He stood up, trying to conceal his hard-on, and went over to the empty stool next to her. He knew enough about hookers of all kinds to know that money was what they cared about, not sex. Still, he had to have her.

"Can I sit here?" he asked.

"It's a public place," she said with a sly smirk.

"Buy you a drink?"

"That would be nice."

He ordered drinks for both of them. When they arrived, he raised his glass. "Here's to future pleasures," he grinned.

She smirked back at him again but refused to raise her glass with him.

"What's the matter? You don't like toasts?"

"It all depends on how they're meant."

"I assure you, my intentions are completely dishonorable."

She sipped her drink, looking at mm in the mirror behind the bar instead of face to face. "DO you want to fuck me?" she whispered, licking her lips, smiling mysteriously.

Rick nearly fell off his bar stool. "You don't waste much time with small talk, do you."

"What's the point?" she murmured. "You didn't sit dawn here to talk about the weather, did you?"

"I sure didn't."

"Well then?"

Now she turned her smoldering eyes toward him. Her hot gaze nearly melted Rick. He picked up his change from the bar.

"Let's get up to my room," he said.

She grabbed his elbow. "Wait a minute. Aren't you interested in the… price?" She raised one eyebrow.

"It's unimportant," Rick shrugged, trying to give her the impression that money was no object.

She turned back to her drink, refusing to get off the bat stool. "On the contrary, it's very important," she said coldly.

"We'll talk about it upstairs."

She shook her head. "It's bad business." Rick climbed back on his bar stool, wondering what to do now. He wanted like crazy to screw her, but he wasn't about to fork over a hundred bucks for the privilege. He got an idea. He didn't know if it would work, but it was the only thing he had going for him now. He put his hand on hers, lifted it, and drew it under the bar. She made a slight move to resist. But he firmly overpowered her. He placed her hand directly on his huge pulsing cock.

The girl's sensual lips parted in pleasant shock. She smiled. Her fingers squeezed the shaft of his prick through the cloth of his pants.

"Goad God," she whispered. "Is that real?"

"Want to find out?"

Slowly, still giving him a very alluring grin, she removed her clothes and turned back to her half-finished drink. "I've seen a few big ones before," she murmured.

"I'll bet you have," Rick said. "Well, maybe we should just forget it."

He wanted to fuck her so much that he was afraid if she squeezed his cock once more like that, he'd come in his pants. It took all his self-restraint to act nonchalant. But in a moment she looked over at him again. Her mouth was pursed in a playful grin, but her eyes were hot.

"Can I do that again?" she asked softly.

Rick stood up and helped her off her stool. He could hardly keep his hands off her as they rode the elevator up to his room. When they got inside the door, he was on her in a flash. She kissed him back wetly, panting a little as his fingers dug into the firm round flesh of her ass. But she pulled away from him quickly, before he could undress her.

"Wait a minute, honey," she gasped. "Don't we have a little negotiating to do?"

Rick grinned and unzipped his pants. His stiff jumpin, monster of a cock stood straight up in the air. "Yeah, we have to negotiate this right into your hot little box," he said.

She looked down at his huge cock with undisguised lust but still took another step back from him. She gave him a mock innocent pout. "Oh, but you know we have to grease the way with a little… shall we say, cash?"

She held out her hand. Rick took it and put it on his naked cock. "You said you wanted to do that again."

"Mmmmm, I know," she murmured.

"Would you like to kiss it too?"

She coiled her long fingers around the shaft of his prick. Rick clenched his teeth as she squeezed it. "I don't work for free, honey," she whispered.

"They why don't you look on it as pleasure this time?" Rick said.

As he spoke, he put one hand behind her neck and forced her head down to his groin. She sank to her knees under the pressure of his strong arm. "Suck it, bitch."

The girl seemed hypnotized by the massive throbbing prong of flesh. But she looked up at him, her eyes burning with both lust and defiance.

"Are you going to rape me? If you try to rape me, I'll scream."

"You try it and I'll fuck your tonsils out, baby."

She stroked his stiff cock again, this time with both hands. "God, I've seen some big ones but this is the champ," she murmured.

She licked her lips slowly, as if to tantalize him. Then she ran her tongue around the flaring head of his prick. The pleasure was intense. Rick clenched his thighs. His cock twitched wildly.

"Oh, he likes that, doesn't he!" the girl said.

"You bet he does. Why don't you show him what a professional knows that an amateur doesn't?"

She cradled his throbbing cock and balls in both hands and gave him little sucking kisses down the shaft. When she reached his balls, she took one and then the other between her soft lips, massaging them with her tongue. Rick gritted his teeth and tried to control himself. He didn't want to come yet.

"I still taunt you should give me a little money," she cooed, continuing to kiss and stroke his cock. "You know, it's kind of hard on us working girls nowadays with all those amateurs giving it away free."

"I'll consider it," Rick panted. "First you show me what you can do."

Frankly, though, he was already impressed. The girl had a very delicate touch. Nobody but Kirstie had ever been so skillful with her lips and fingers. When Kirstie gave him head, she sucked his cock like she was making a religious offering. The girl was only doing it out of professional skill, but the feeling was the same.

"Mmmmm, why don't we lie down on the bed so I can really suck you good?" she said.

"Okay."

They both removed their clothes. Rick wondered why the girl was being so agreeable. He had expected more resistance from her on the money question.

When he saw her naked body his already excited cock began jumping crazily. She had full creamy breasts and long pointy nipples. Her waist was tiny, her belly sleek, her long legs beautifully shaped. She saw him staring at her and did a coy pirouette.

"You like?"

Rick nodded and swallowed. He wanted to grab her and fuck her ears off. But he knew there was more to it than that. But he grabbed her anyway and began mauling her firm flesh with his hands, kissing her mouth hungrily. She pumped and squeezed his jumping prick with her hand as they kissed.

"Mmmmm, lie down now and let me suck you good," she hummed.

But Rick was not finished sucking her incredible long nipples. "Aren't you even going to tell me your name?" he asked through her rapid whimpering.

"My name is Jackie," she panted.

"Why are you being so nice about the money, Jackie?"

"Don't ask. Oh Jesus, that feels good!" she gasped.

"Why shouldn't I ask?"

"Because I don't know. There's something about you, that's all." She drew him over to the bed and pushed him down on his back. "Besides, honey, you've got the biggest dong I ever seen."

"You like?" he imitated her.

"I want to swallow it."

She coiled her naked body around his groin and fed his cock into her warm wet mouth. Rick shut his eyes and let the pleasure pulse through him. Jackie was incredible. She worked slowly, skillfully.

She was in no hurry to make him come. Her sensual lips worked like leeches on his throbbing prick. She had the talent of opening her throat. When she took his cock deep into it, Rick groaned aloud. His fingers clawed her naked back.

She seemed to enjoy sucking his cock so much that she wanted to make it last. Whenever she knew that he was about to lose control, she stopped. Then she licked him slowly from top to bottom, kissing the stiff shaft of his prick, letting the head cool off.

Rick found himself dreaming of Kirstie. He remembered the good old days, long ago, when she had sucked him like this. He remembered the way she would gulp down his jism. Or sometimes she would hold it in her mouth and then spread it on her cheeks, saying it was good for the complexion.

Jackie nearly made him come four or five times. But each time she would stop him just short of it.

"God, honey," she gasped, "You've got such a beautiful big cock. I could suck it forever!"

"Shit, baby, you keep this up and I'll die before I come," Rick groaned.

She closed her soft lips over the head of his prick and gave him a sharp suck that almost unleashed the gushers. But again she stopped him short.

"Oh honey, am I ever going to give you one!" she panted.

She scrunched up closer to his throbbing meat and smothered it in her firm dangling breasts. She rubbed the warm globes all over his twitching stalk, digging the head of his cock into her nipples.

"Fuck my titties, honey!" she gasped. "Fuck my titties. You're going to come in my mouth and all over my titties."

Rick knew she couldn't keep him from coming much longer. The pleasure was almost unbearable. She knew it too. She sucked his prick, then clamped it between her breasts. She jabbed and poked her nipples with the stiff prong, then sucked it again. Rick clenched his teeth, feeling the sap rise within him as if it were coming from the soles of his feet instead of his balls.

"Oh now… now!" Jackie panted. "Now!"

Her warm mouth closed over his prick again. Rick grunted as the cum spouted into her mouth. She swallowed the first gob of it. But then she took his cock out of her mouth and let it spurt on her quivering breasts. She rolled his throbbing, squirting cock in her breasts, humming half-hysterically.

"Oh God! Ohhhh God, God!" she moaned.

The orgasm was so super that Rick felt like he had ruptured his prick. Jackie rubbed his wet jism into her breasts. She licked his flaccid cock for a long time after he had come. Finally she turned and snuggled up to him, face to face.

"How was that?" she murmured. "Better than the amateurs?"

"I've never felt anything like it," he said, trying to forget about Kirstie for the moment.

Her hand was still on his half-limp cock, and she felt it beginning to rise again as she kissed him. "My God, already? Me you sure you're human?"

"One good turn deserves another," he said. "It's my turn to give you a good one."

She shook her head, making a wry pout. "Forget it. I never come during business transactions. I think I've even forgotten how."

"But this isn't business."

"I mean with a man. I like to suck, especially one like yours, but cocks don't make me come. I've got this friend, she's a working girl too. Once in a while we get together. She knows how to do me just right."

"So do I."

"Don't get your pride hurt, now. It's not personal. Don't take it personal."

"Have you got any K-Y jelly in your bag?"

"Of course. It's a tool of the trade, you might say," she smiled. "But don't get any ideas. You're not going to put that huge thing of yours in my ass. Look, I've been fucked in the ass before. It doesn't do any more for me than the other way."

"Get it," Rick said.

She glared at him as if she were going to refuse. But something hard and unrelenting in Rick's stare made her back down. Obediently she crawled off the bed and got the tube of jelly out of her bag. She handed it to him. Her eyes pulsed with a mixture of hot fear and lust.

"You really want to do that to me?" she asked meekly.

Rick nodded. "Turn over."

"It won't make me come."

"I said turn over."

Jackie obediently turned over, crouching on her elbows and knees, presenting the smooth pale globes of her ass to him. Rick's cock was already stiff as a rock again, pulsing and jumping. He spread the glistening lubricant all over it. Then he invaded the crack of her ass roughly with his fingers and rubbed the jelly on her tight little asshole.

"Oh!" Jackie whimpered. "It's not going to make me come. It's just going to hurt."

"Baby, you'll come so hard it'll take you an hour to get back," Rick said. "Hold still, now."

"Ohhhhh, oh God, oh Jesus!" she hissed as he inched his huge cock into her rectum.

She bit into the ball of her thumb. Rick held her round moons apart and pushed until nearly all of his prick was sunk in her asshole. She didn't writhe and scream with pain. Her experience had taught her how to relax.

"Oh, it's so big! It feels so good, it's so big!" she gasped. "Do it soft, baby. Don't hurt me. Just do it soft. Maybe I can come. It feels so good!"

For about five minutes Rick fucked her ass slowly and patiently, as she had requested. Jackie pressed her face against the sheet and whimpered with lust, smiling and wincing at the same time when his cock penetrated her ass completely.

But finally the intense pleasure got the better of them both. Jackie began swirling her ass slowly with each thrust of his cock. And Rick began to dig it into her more roughly.

"Oh yes, oh yes!" she panted. "Fuck me, honey, fuck me! Make me come if you can! Please? Please!"

Rick leaned forward and grabbed her swinging breasts, pinching and twisting her long nipples. He squeezed the full globes fiercely and began ramming her viciously with his prick at the same time. Jackie now began to writhe and gag, yelping each time his hammering cock pierced her tight rectum.

"Aiee! Ohhhh! Aiee! Oh Jesus, honey, aijee!"

Finally he pushed her down flat on the bed. He slid his hands back to her ass, pulling her buttocks apart and rearing up over her. He plunged his massive cock into her as far as it would go.

"Aauungggrhh!" Jackie groaned.

Her body shook and twisted uncontrollably. Again and again Rick reared up over her, drilling his stiff cock deep into her ass. When he knew she was finally very close to exploding, he slid one hand down under his flopping balls. He sank his thumb in her wet pussy and grabbed the mound on top of it with his fingers. He gripped her tightly and began to shake her violently. At the same time he ripped his thundering prick into her bowel once more.

Jackie whooped and began whinnying insanely as her climax split her apart.

"aaunnggghhhiiieee! Aaiieeee! Oh! Oh! Yyiieeee!" she wailed and screamed, flipping crazily as the spasms engulfed her.

Rick didn't let up. He kept shaking her pussy with his hand and ravishing her asshole with his plunging cock. Within seconds he had her coming again. With his free hand he reached under her wriggling body and grabbed one of her breasts again, twisting and squeezing it mercilessly.

Now they were locked together in murderous spasms of hot pleasure. When Jackie's third orgasm convulsed her Rick suddenly erupted too, squirting new jets of come into her ass.

Rick lay on top of her back until his prick finally shrunk its way back out of her asshole. Jackie smiled as she felt it pop out.

"God," she gasped, "nothing like getting raped by a telephone pole in the ass."

Rick turned her around and kissed her, enjoying the feel of her warm pliant body. Now that they had got all that out of their system, they could fuck this time in the normal way.

"You came," he said.

"Oh, is that what it was?" she joked. "God, I haven't come like that since I was eighteen years old and sat on my mother's vibrator."

Rick reached down with one hand and began stroking her still-wet pussy. "Wouldn't you like to do it again, now that you know it's possible?"

"I don't believe you," she grinned. "You're a regular fuck machine. But look, I think two is really enough without you giving me any money, you know. I've got to make a living."

But Rick's hand in her pussy was already making her eyes glassy again. "You don't mean that," he whispered, suddenly wrenching her cunt with his hand in the same way he had made her come earlier. Jackie moaned. Her eyes rolled up behind her lids.

"Ohhnnnnn! No, I guess I don't. I guess you'd better fuck me again. Please. You make me come again like that and we'll call it even. What do you say?"

Rick didn't say anything. He just grabbed her cunt again and pumped her until she began to swoon and pant.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Kirstie ached to see her brother. It had been four days since he had left, after Marsha had caught them. She had patched up things with her roommate. In fact, during the two days after Rick had left they had fucked together so much that they eventually made a deal. They would only fuck once a week, just so they wouldn't get so dependent on it.

On the two nights after that Kirstie masturbated in the shower. The first night she fantasized that Rick was screwing her. But it was no good. No matter what she did with her hands, they couldn't replace the feeling of his gargantuan cock jamming her pussy.

On the second night she fantasized that she and Rick and Marsha were all screwing together. Up until now in her life she had never dared even imagine such a thing, let alone actually do it. And as a matter of fact, even the fantasy was a jumbled mess. She couldn't keep straight who was doing what to whom. She lay on the floor of the shower with the water beating down on her, rubbing her cunt frantically, and pinching her nipples. Her mind flashed wildly with images of Rick's lean body and thick hard cock, and Marsha's supple flesh and jouncing breasts.

First they were fucking her, then she was fucking them. She was sucking Marsha's cunt, then fist-fucking her again while Rick fucked her, Kirstie, in the ass. When her orgasm finally came she screeched, her loud screams echoing in the bathroom. Fortunately Marsha had not been home to hear.

The following day at work Bill Rogers, wham she had not seen since the episode in his office washroom, came to her desk. He bent over as if to discuss business with her, but whispered hotly in her ear.

"I want you," he said.

Kirstie looked up at him, trying to stay calm so the others in the office wouldn't get the wrong idea. "Right now?"

"I thought you said you'd be in touch," he said.

"I… was so busy," she said.

"Meet me downstairs in the parking garage. I'll leave a few minutes after you do so we don't arouse suspicion. It's the blue Mercedes."

Kirstie nodded. She didn't know what else to do. He was gone before she could protest.

But did she really want to protest? His urgent commanding tone, made her cunt flood with juice. It was such a bizarre thing to happen at work. She was so horny from yearning for Rick all the time that she needed something to get it out of her system.

Quickly she gathered up her things and left the office. She took the elevator down to the dark parking garage in the basement of the building. She found his blue Mercedes and stood by it for a few minutes. When he got there, he grabbed her hard immediately. His strong hands dug into her flesh as he kissed her violently. His tongue raped her mouth. Kirstie's body grew pliant and yielding in his rough embrace.

"You're so rough," she whimpered against his cheek.

"I want you," he panted. "I'm angry with you for not calling."

"I would have, but I… ah!"

She gasped sharply. Quick as a flash he had put his hand between her thighs, pulled aside her panties, and thrust two fingers into her wet achy pussy. He pushed her back against the trunk of the car. Then he pulled up her sweater and got his mouth on her breasts, still finger fucking her savagely.

Kirstie was so surprised that she didn't do anything to stop him. His hand tore at her throbbing pussy and his mouth sucked her nipples brutally. Within seconds she was shocked to feel herself coming. A small sharp orgasm wrenched her.

"Oh! Ohhnnn! Uungggh!" she gasped, shaking wildly as the spasms gripped her.

Rogers waited until tier breathing slowed down. Then he helped her into the car. He raced the engine and then tore out of the garage into the bright city streets.

"Where are we going?" she asked when she finally regained enough composure to speak.

"I've got a place here in town that I share with a couple of other guys." He grinned at her. "We use it for moments like this."

"Gosh," Kirstie mocked. "I feel like I'm being kidnapped or something…"

While he drove she reached over and unzipped his pants. She took out his cock, a nice big one, and let it swell in her hands.

"Do you mind?" she asked softly.

"No, I don't mind."

"Can you keep your mind on the road?"

"I'll do my best."

She scrunched down in the seat and put her face in his lap, licking the swollen head of his prick and squeezing it gently with her fingers. Then she started sucking him. Visions of her brother Rick came into her mind, but she tried to push them away. She had never liked sucking anyone else's cock but Rickie's. She did it, but she didn't like it much.

But somehow she liked this one. It was stiff and thick and alive in her wet mouth, jerking wildly Rogers gasped as she sucked him. She hoped he could keep his mind on the driving and not get them into an accident.

"Do you want to come in my mouth?" she asked him.

"Honey," he panted, "I want to come all over you."

"Oh, good!"

She began sucking him passionately, trying to draw the warm jets of jism right out of him. But before she could make him come, he pulled the Mercedes over and parked it. Gently but firmly he pulled her mouth off his throbbing cock.

"We're here. Let's go upstairs."

She put his cock back inside his pants and zipped them up again. They went into the apartment building and up in the elevator to the top floor. As Rogers opened the door, they both heard moans and panting coming from inside the apartment.

"Oh, for Christ's sake!" Rogers cursed under his breath.

But Kirstie put her hand on his arm. She didn't know why, but the situation excited her. It took her only seconds to realize that a couple was fucking in the bedroom. One of the men who shared the apartment with Rogers had obviously got there first.

"Shit!" she said to him. She shut the door quietly. "Come on."

She tugged his arm. They walked toward the bedroom door. The couple on the bed were in a classic pose. A beautiful blonde girl was on her back with her heels waving in the air. Her partner had his arms behind her knees, forcing her legs back. The thick stalk of his prick protruded from her puckered slit. When he plunged it into her, the girl's jackknifed body flexed like a spring and she moaned with pleasure.

"Ohhhh! Oh God, yes!" the girl moaned.

She writhed and tossed her head, the shiny flag of her blonde hair glistening on the red satin sheet. The man fucked her slowly, expertly. Kirstie watched the muscles ripple in his strong back. She was hypnotized by the scene. Her blood thundered through her veins.

"Ohhhhh!" the girl moaned again. "Oh honey, fuck me, fuck me! Yessss!"

Kirstie felt Rogers undressing her. She didn't realize that he was already naked until she felt his stiff cock brush her bare thigh. Obediently she stepped out of her panties as he skimmed them down her legs.

Still she couldn't take her eyes off the couple on the bed. Bill's hands on her body made her gasp and quiver. His mouth was drinking her naked flesh. The first time they had fucked it had been so fast, so urgent. This time he was taking all of her.

He didn't pay any attention to the others. But Kirstie watched them over his head as he bent to suck her aching nipples.

"Oh yes, baby," she murmured. "Yes, yes!"

Meanwhile she stared at the thick meat of the man's large prick sliding slowly in and out of the girl's clinging cunt. The couple on the bed had a slow fire burning. They were in no hurry to finish.

"Ohhhhh God!" the girl on the bed moaned! "It feels so good! Fuck me, honey, suck my titties. Suck me hard!"

Kirstie's own titties felt like they were going to explode with pleasure from what Bill was doing to them. He bunched the firm globes of her breasts up in his fists and sucked each nipple almost down into his throat. Kirstie's knees weakened.

"Oh Jesus!" she gasped.

"Come over here," Bill panted, pulling her toward the bed.

It was a huge bed, big enough for both couples. The other two were so deep into the rhythm of their fucking that they didn't even notice as Kirstie lay don beside them. Rogers swarmed all over her body immediately. His mouth was on her tingling nipples again, on her quivering belly, his tongue wiggling in her cunt.

Kirstie mewled and writhed as he devoured her body. She let her lust take over completely. Somehow the presence of the other couple fucking next to them jacked up her own passion. She grabbed Bill's head and pulled it into her runny slit.

At the same time she rolled her head to the side, watching the man's lips mauling the girl's stiff wet nipples. The girl grimaced with pleasure, arching her back, pushing her breasts up into his face. She groaned as he worked her up off the bed, thrusting his prick deep into her.

"Ohhhnnn!" the girl moaned. "God, it's good! Unh! Oh!"

Kirstie herself cried out as she felt Bill's lips pinch her clit. Hot sexual pleasure rocketed through her body.

"Ah!" she gasped. "Oh! Oh!"

Her sharp cries startled the others out of their trance. They looked over just as Bill reared up and jabbed his stiff cock into Kirstie's pussy.

"Awonngg!" Kirstie yowled.

She clamped her legs around his hips and pumped wildly. They couldn't get enough of one another. Bill fucked her like a demon. He scrunched her flesh up in his hands and sucked and bit her neck and shoulders and breasts. Kirstie clawed his back and jammed her cunt crazily into his piercing cock.

"Awonngg! Oh God, yes!" Kirstie panted. "Fuck me, fuck me hard! Hard! Unh! Oh!"

Their lust was so hot that they lost all awareness of the other couple. Far Kirstie the center of her being was the thick strong prick cramming and reaming her cunt. She was so lost in the crazy joy of the fuck that she didn't really realize what was happening to her. Suddenly there were more hands and mouths on her writhing body.

The other couple was so aroused by the newcomers that they took an intermission from their own fuck to join them. Their mouths found her nipples, and their hands squeezed her jouncing ass. The man's wet straining cock slipped between her slack lips. She closed her mouth on it and began to suck him. Bill's cock ripped up into her pussy. She moaned with delirious pleasure.

"Ommm! Wwommwwomm!" she grunted helplessly as the new man tried to stuff his thick cock down her throat.

Wild with excitement and pleasure, she wanted them to fuck her everywhere. She whimpered and writhed as the two pricks penetrated her throbbing body. Bill crouched between her spread thighs, leaning back so that the girl could get at Kirstie's breasts. The girl cupped and squeezed them, sucking and biting Kirstie's nipples. Bill grasped Kirstie's jerking pelvis and jabbed her rapidly with his cock.

"Unh! Uh! Ommm!" she grunted.

She felt an orgasm coming, but she wanted the fucking to go on and on. If I come, they might stop! she thought. But God, I can't help it! Fuck me, fuck me! Oh, please fuck me, keep it up, don't stop, fuck me, fuck me forever!

But she couldn't keep the climax away. It was like a volcano erupting deep in her body. The bubbling lava shot through her pulsing veins.

"Uh!" she howled, trying to cry out past the plunging prick in her mouth. "Oohhnnmmmmm! Ohhhmmm!"

Her body flipped and twisted out of control. The hot spasms wrenched her. But she got her wish. The other three didn't stop. They kept on fucking her relentlessly.

The other girl began moaning too. She still sucked and squeezed Kirstie's breasts. But the man who was fucking Kirstie's mouth managed to get his mouth between the girl's legs. He began probing the girl's wet pussy with his tongue and sucking her cunt.

"Oh! Oh!" the girl moaned, pinching Kirstie's erect nipples with her fingers.

"Ouch! Oh God… uh! Ohhhnnn yessss!" Kirstie hissed.

She gobbled the stiff thrusting cock in her mouth again. Again Bill's thick prick ripped up into her cunt. All their bodies began to surge and jerk more urgently.

Her first orgasm had barely subsided when another began to pour through her. She arched her back, her flesh scalded by it, her helpless whinnying throttled by the plunging cock in her mouth.

"Aanneeee! Owwwmmm! Annniiieee!"

Suddenly in the midst of her climax the prick in her mouth stiffened and squirted. Hot gobs of cum spewed down her throat. She gagged and swallowed instinctively, delirious with wild pleasure.

Bill and the other girl began to come, too. The girl was first. Still sucking on one of Kirstie's aching nipples, she suddenly whimpered and moaned as a climax wrenched her.

"Ah! Oh! Ah!"

At nearly the same instant Bill's prick shoved into Kirstie's clasping pussy, sluicing her with runny jism. Their four bodies undulated together as the spasms shook them. One last fierce tremor wracked Kirstie. Her swollen cunt felt like it was bursting as the final orgasm pierced her.

She lay gasping and quivering in the heap of warm tingling flesh. She could hardly believe what had happened. It had all taken place so fast. All three of them had fucked her at once.

"Mmmmm! Oh God, it was so beautiful!" she sighed.

She kissed Bill first, then the other man, finally the girl, squirming hey body into each one. She was quite willing to have them do it to her again, if they could get up the energy.

The other girl seemed to feel the same way. She smiled with friendly sensuality at Kirstie.

"HI, I'm Cathy," she said.

"I'm Kirstie."

Cathy cradled in her palm the long limp cock of the man who had been fucking her when Bill and Kirstie had come m. "And this is Pete," she grinned. "I mean, this is Peter's cock."

Pete smiled at Kirstie.

"Isn't it a shame how they poop out just when things get interesting?" Cathy said to Kirstie.

"I wonder what we could do to reawaken their interest," Kirstie said with mock innocence.

Cathy smiled. She moved over to an open area on the huge bed and stretched out on her back, spreading her thighs. Her tawny naked body was incredibly beautiful. She crooked her finger, beckoning Kirstie.

"Come over here," she whispered.

Kirstie was willing. Cathy was lovely, and she herself was as horny as ever. Why should they wait until the two men were ready again? She crawled over to Cathy. They coiled together and almost immediately began moaning, kissing and rubbing one another's hot flesh.

They sucked and fucked each other with growing urgency for about two minutes while the two men looked on. Cathy's mouth in her pussy felt so good that Kirstie didn't even care if the two men ever joined them. But the spectacle of the two beautiful girls fucking was enough to quickly arouse both Bill and Pete again.

The two girls were in a sixty-nine position, gobbling each other's cunts hungrily. Bill and Pete crawled over to thank them, one at each end, and slid their stiff cocks into the girls. Both girls moaned and writhed happily as the four of them again melted into one hotly fucking animal.

"Oh God, yes! God, God yes!" Kirstie sighed, losing herself again completely in the feverish orgiastic joy of it.

CHAPTER NINE

Rick couldn't stay away any longer. His passion for Kirstie wouldn't go away. He had done nothing for nearly two years but dream of fucking her again. And here he was in the same city with her but unable to see her.

Jackie did her best to satisfy him. But he couldn't afford to pay her, and she still had to earn a living in the only way she knew how. After a night of fucking for pay, she would come to his room. There she would nearly fuck him to death. She would use every ounce of her professional skill on him. She seemed to save up her orgasms, too.

Every night she would come four or five times while he was screwing her.

But Rick knew it couldn't last. Jackie had told him that while all the old men and sailors were fucking her, she pretended it was him. That was why she was so hot by the time she got to him at the end of the night. Rick didn't have the heart to tell her that while she was using her utmost ingenuity on his frantically throbbing cock, he was doing the same thing: dreaming it was his sister.

Finally he could stand it no longer. He went to Kirstie's apartment, without calling first. If both girls were home, they would simply have to explain it to Marsha and hope she would understand.

But when he rang the doorbell, Marsha answered the door.

"Oh, hi," she said, falsely bright, as if he hadn't disappeared for days.

"Hi."

"Kirstie's not, uh, home," she stammered nervously.

Rick couldn't help glancing down at her body. She was wearing a thin tank-top that left nothing to his imagination. Her full up tilted breasts might as well have been naked. Her round nipples poked pertly through the cloth.

She saw him looking and smiled. It was a knowing smile. How could either of them forget the time she had held his spouting cock while it spewed cum all over those same breasts?

"Goodness," Marsha said coyly, "you look like you want to swallow them."

Rick swallowed, trying to ignore the dryness in his throat. "What?" he croaked.

"These," she smiled, drawing circles around her breasts with her long fore finger.

He nodded. "I guess I can't help that, can I."

"I guess I can't help wanting you to," she whispered. "Do you want to come in?"

He stepped inside and shut the door behind him.

He realized that he had come there looking for Kirstie. But right now getting his hands on luscious Marsha was about all he could think of.

"Don't you think you should lock it?" she pouted. "What if she walks in on us like I did on you two?"

"The more the merrier," Rick grinned.

"My pussy, you are wicked, aren't you?" she clucked playfully. "Doing it with your own sister. And then wanting to do it with both of us at once. I declare. It's positively sinful."

Marsha's eyes twinkled playfully. She strutted in front of him, swaying her hips, thrusting out her breasts, reminding him how perfect and delicious her body was.

Rick went over to her and kissed her. His tongue probed her wet mouth the way he wanted to probe her pussy with his cock. And Marsha began to almost physically dissolve in his arms. She trembled and whimpered.

"God, I was so jealous when I saw you with her," she gasped. "I wanted to kill her. I had no idea what was between you two."

"Forget about it," Rick panted, getting his hands under her tank-top, rubbing her taut warm flesh. "Don't think about it."

"I just wanted you to put that big beautiful thing of yours in me again and again!" she whimpered.

She put her hands down and rubbed his thumping cock through his pants. Rick pulled the top up over her head and filled his hands with her marvelous breasts.

"Ohhhnnnnn God," she moaned. "When you came all over my titties like that, I nearly went crazy!"

"Good, good," he murmured, lowering his lips to them.

"I want you to do it again," Marsha panted. "I want you to come all over me. In my cunt. In my mouth, in my ass, on my titties, on my tummy. On my legs, on my back. All over me! I want to rub it into my body everywhere! I want to take a bath in it!"

She slid to her knees and frantically unzipped his pants. She pulled them down and cradled his stiff cock worshipfully in her hands, closing her lips over the swollen head and sucking passionately.

"Ummm," she moaned, gobbling him wildly. "I want you to forget about Kirstie. Please. We'll lock the door. And you can fuck and fuck and fuck me. You can have her later. I just want you to fuck me till I die. God, it's so big and beautiful! I can't get over it; I want it in me!"

"It won't do any good to lock the door," Rick panted, trying to keep his mind clear, which was impossible. "She has her own key."

"We'll put the chain on," Marsha said, licking the head of his cock.

Rick wasn't in the mood to quarrel. He reached behind him and fastened the chain. But doing it made him feel strangely bad. After all, he was locking Kirstie out. Wasn't his thing with her more important than a fuck with this delectable roommate of hers?

But Marsha was all over him now. She was rubbing his throbbing prick between her marvelous naked breasts again, mewling with urgent lust.

"Oh Jesus, I've waited for this moment," she said. "I imagined it over and over, but I never thought it would happen. I thought you'd never want me again, after you got back together with her."

She drew him toward her bedroom, stripping off her jeans as she went. Rick stumbled along behind her, trying to get out of his pants. She fell on the bed without removing the bedspread, pulling him down on top of her.

"Now fuck me, honey," she whispered, slithering her tongue between his lips. "Fuck me as hard and as long as you want. Fuck me everywhere. Just forget about her for a while."

"How can I refuse?" Rick whispered back, nipping her tongue with his teeth.

He dropped his mouth to her thick soft nipples and tugged them alive. She held his head and pushed her quivering breasts into his face, making low gurgling sounds of lust deep in her throat.

"Suck hard, suck me hard!" she begged. "Ohhhhnnnn, it feels so good! It drives me crazy!"

She was certainly telling the truth about that, Rick realized. The harder he sucked her nipples, the more she squirmed and panted. He mauled her delectable naked breasts with his mouth and fingers. He didn't only suck her nipples but sucked other parts of the firm rolling mounds into his mouth too. It drove Marsha wilder than ever.

"Oh! Oh!" she whimpered. "Oh God, yes! God, honey, fuck me! Put that huge prick in me! Cram me full of it! Rape me with it! Stuff me with it!"

Her frenzy of passion aroused Rick incredibly. She was a lust-maddened wildcat, writhing and moaning under him. His massive cock was as stiff as an iron pipe. He climbed between her splayed thighs and nestled the bulbous head of his prick in the gaping mouth of her wet pussy. Then he leaned forward and shoved it into her hard.

"Oh!" she cried out. "Hun you?" he panted.

"Oh God, yes! It's so big! It's too big!"

"You took it before."

"I know," she gasped. She bit her full lower lip. The whites of her eyes showed as her delirious lust gripped her. "Fuck me!" she grunted hoarsely. She pumped her hips, throwing her pussy up into his hammering cock, yowling with pleasure-pain each time the huge monster sank deep into her clenching channel.

Rick flung her legs up into the air, bending her nearly double, and began puncturing her cunt viciously with his cock. Marsha raked his shoulders with her fingernails. Her jackknifed body flexed and shuddered, her heels flailing in the air. She yelped and panted and moaned, wild with fierce pleasure.

"Oh! Ouch! Unh! Ah! Oh… oh Jesus! Ouch! Oh!"

"Does it hurt you?" he panted, lunging into her again and again.

"Yesssss!"

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No! Ah! Oh! Oh! God, don't stop!"

Rick dropped one hand down to the split of her ass and slid two fingers into her rectum. Marsha squealed as he invaded her tight asshole.

"Aaiieeeee! Oh yes… oh yes, Rickie, do it to me! Yesssssss! Fuck me everywhere!"

He fucked her cunt more gently for a few minutes, working his fingers in her asshole, loosening it. When it was finally open enough, he removed his fingers. He still held her legs high in the air, splayed wide. Now the whole wet seam of her groin was spread and vulnerable, both her cunt and her asshole open, and puckering.

Now he withdrew his prick from the silky wet sheath of her pussy. He dropped it an inch or so and inserted it in her rectum, sliding it all the way into her with one firm thrust. Lubricated by her own pussyjuice, it slid easily into her ass.

But her asshole was much smaller than her cunt. Skewered in the ass by the massive stalk of his prick, Marsha was gripped by a sharp seizure of pleasure mixed with pain. She winced and went white as a sheet, gasping with soundless pleasure. The pleasure and pain were so intense that she could do nothing but wheeze and groan with helpless delight as Rick fucked into her ass again and again.

He knew it was what she wanted. But he didn't want to carry things farther than she wanted them to go.

"Do you want me to stop?" he panted again.

"No!" she wailed. "God, no! Fuck me… fuck me everywhere! Ohhhh, fuck me, aanngghhhiieee! Fuck me, yesssss! Owwnnnn!"

Now Rick began to fuck her in bath holes. First he would give her two long strokes in her ass, then two in her cunt, then two more in her ass. Each time he rammed his cock in her to the hilt. Marsha gasped and moaned, tossing her head, wildly on the sheet, pinned under him but jouncing crazily each time the gigantic tool pierced her.

He could tell by looking in her blissfully contorted face that she felt no more pain now. It was only shattering pleasure, feelings so intense that she could hardly bear them. She locked her hands behind his neck and rocked in rhythm with each piercing lunge of his cock into her pussy and her ass.

"Ohhnnnnn God, I've never felt anything like it!" she groaned.

When she began to come, it was without warning. The explosive orgasms just seemed to erupt deep in her body, like water gushing through a broken dam. Convulsions ripped her. She screamed and thrashed violently, flexing and coming flexing and coming.

Three successive orgasms wrenched her before Rick began to come himself. He groaned with pleasure as his cock began to spurt into her bowel. He took it out and jammed it into her cunt, spewing more jism there. He released Marsha's legs and she quickly clamped them around his hips tightly and began pumping furiously, going for the big one.

"Oh yes, oh God yes!" she panted. "Uh oh! Aanngghhhh! Uunnneeeeiiiiii! Oh! Oh! Aanngghhiieeeee!"

A H-bomb climax seemed to rupture her body. She clawed and raked Rick's back, clinging to him as her body gyrated and thrashed with unspeakable pleasure. When it was over she collapsed in his grasp. He lowered her slack body gently to the sheet.

"You have many more like that, baby, and you're not going to survive them," he murmured.

"Oh God, I don't care!" Marsha gasped. "God, it's pure heaven! No, don't take it out! Please! Don't take it out!"

He left his cock in her clenching pussy a little while longer. But soon it got limp and slid out by itself. It was at that moment, as if somehow it had been planned, that the doorbell rang.

CHAPTER TEN

Kirstie leaned against the chain-fastened door, waiting for Marsha or her brother to come and let her in. She was a little surprised herself at how detached she felt. After all, she had heard nearly the whole thing. She had heard Marsha's moaning and pleading and incoherent sexual howlings. She had even heard Rick's familiar grunting groan when he came.

Kirstie felt different.

But instead of feeling jealous, this time she felt only somehow amused, vaguely curious. She had even waited for them to finish before ringing the bell. She realized that part of the reason she felt so detached was that she had nearly been fucked to death herself dining the past few hours at Bill's apartment. Her body was still sore and tingly from the incredible pleasures the four of them had put each other through.

When Rick finally showed up at the door – naked – and peeked through the crack at her, she surprised both him and herself by winking at him.

"Mind if I come in?" she teased.

"Sure," he said. He hurriedly unfastened the chain, acting very nervous.

"That is, if I'm not interrupting anything," Kirstie said sassily as she walked into the apartment.

"Not any more," Rick grinned sheepishly.

"We always seem to be just missing each other, don't we?" she taunted him.

"Kirstie, I can…"

But she put her finger to her lips and stopped him. "No need to explain," she said.

"I really came here looking for you," Rick said. "But she…"

"I said you don't have to explain," Kirstie interrupted him again. "I know how beautiful Marsha can be."

She gave him a suggestive expression as she said it, lingering on the word "beautiful". It had the desired effect. Rick looked only briefly puzzled before it dawned on him that she had fucked Marsha too.

"You mean you two."

Kirstie only grinned. She went over to him and brushed the fresh scabs on his back where Marsha had raked him. She bent her ups to them.

"Rut she never tore me up like this," she murmured. "You must've given him something I couldn't."

She couldn't help glancing down to watch his long enormous cock swelling, rising. Even after all the fucking she had just been through, the sight of her brother's huge prick excited her tremendously. The fact that it had just been plunging in and out of Marsha's sweet pussy became irrelevant.

"But evidently she didn't satisfy you," she whispered.

She got on her knees and fed the huge thickening tube of flesh into her warm wet mouth. She clamped her lips on the swelling head of his prick and sucked gently, lovingly. She felt it grow into a stiff throbbing monster in her mouth.

Rick did nothing to stop her. He caressed her hair and held her head gently, sliding his cock slowly in and out of her clasping lips. Both of them seemed lost in a primal moment, as if remembering the first time – long ago.

All Kirstie old feeling for her brother seemed to flood back into her as she held his warm twitching cock in her mouth, running her wet velvety tongue all over it. Oh Rickie, she thought, why can't we just fuck each other and forget about everyone else! Why does everybody else have to get in the way? I know it's wrong, but I love it! God, how I love it! I want you to take me in your arms and fuck me until the sun comes up! I wish Marsha wasn't here!

But Marsha was there. In fact, she was standing at that very moment in the bedroom doorway, stark naked, watching them. Only this time the expression on her face wasn't one of shock. Instead, she was fascinated. Her recently quenched lust was immediately reawakened by the sight of Kirstie kneeling on the floor and gulping down her brother's huge stiff prick.

Roth Rick and Kirstie soon felt her presence. Without stopping what she was doing, Kirstie glanced over at her roommate. Marsha's eyes were glazed, her sensual mouth slack. With one hand she unconsciously rubbed her breasts, with the other her pussy.

Kirstie took Rick's thundering cock out of her mouth for a brief second. "Hi," she said, her voice deep and husky.

"Hi," Marsha half-gasped.

"Do you want to… join me?"

Marsha nodded as if hypnotized. She couldn't take her eyes off Rick's massive pulsing organ. God, Kirstie thought, you'd think she'd had enough of it from the way she was screaming in there a few minutes ago. She turned back to it and licked the thick throbbing stalk once more. But I guess nobody ever gets enough of this one, do they.

She looked up at her brother's face. "You mind if we both suck it?"

He smiled and shook his head. "I'd like to see how you go about it," he said.

Kirstie winked at Marsha. "Oh, I'm sure we'll think of a way. Why don't we go in on the bed?"

Rick nodded. The three of them went into Marsha's bedroom. Kirstie removed her clothes on the way. She was surprised to find her insatiable pussy wet and itchy again. Again she had the same ambiguous feelings about Marsha being there. She wanted to curl up on the bed with Rickie and let him fuck her until she begged him to stop. Which would be never!

But when her brother lay down on his back on the bed, his huge swollen cock twitching in readiness, she and Marsha seemed to join each other naturally in making love to him. They sank down on each side of him, holding his throbbing prick with their fingers and kissing it all over with their wet sensual lips.

Rick watched them with fascination wincing with pleasure. Their pink tongues coiled around the flaring head of his cock. Kirstie had his balls in one hand, gently wiggling them. His cock was so long that each girl could squeeze the thick shaft with one hand. And they took turns sucking the head of it between their skillful lips.

But once Kirstie got her brother's cock in her mouth, she didn't want to give it up to Marsha. She knew she had been the one who had invited Marsha into this. But Christ! she thought. What else was I supposed to do? Shit, I wish she'd just go away. I want him all to myself.

She sucked Rick with all her skill, trying to show him how much better she was at it than Marsha. Actually she wanted to make him come in her mouth, so that Marsha wouldn't get any part of it. Oh honey, come in my mouth! Don't let her have it! Let me drink it, Rickie! Come, come, shoot it in my mouth!

But Marsha wasn't going to be shut out so easily. She rubbed Kirstie's dangling breasts with one hand, tweaking and softly pinching the soft swollen nipples. It felt great to Kirstie. But suddenly Marsha twisted one of her nipples so viciously that sharp pain shot through her breast. She gasped, opening her mouth, and Rick's jumping cock slipped out.

Instantly Marsha closed her lips over it and began sucking passionately. Kirstie was so angry she could hardly see straight. She knew how hard it was fighting over her brother's cock. And yet she couldn't control her anger.

"You bitch!" she hissed through her teeth.

She reached out both hands and pinched Marsha's nipples in return. She twisted the thick buds so sharply that Marsha cried out in pain.

"Aiiee!" she screamed.

Kirstie dove on Rick's wet twitching cock again, before Marsha could fight back. This time she crouched over his groin completely, keeping Marsha out. She pumped the shaft of his prick vigorously with one hand and milked his balls with the other, sucking him wildly. Oh come, honey, come, come! she moaned to herself. Come, spurt it into me, don't let her have any!

Rick was quite amused at the way they were fighting over his prick. Unfortunately, their crazy antics were making it impossible for him to keep control. Already the hot cum was boiling in his balls. And the way his sister was devouring his tool made him groan and bite his lip.

Marsha saw that there was no way she could oust Kirstie now. She also saw the incredibly intense pleasure on Rick's face. She crawled up and kissed him wildly, then dangled her firm perfect breasts in his face.

"Suck me, baby!" she whimpered. "Suck me and come! Suck my titties hard, suck me hard!"

Rick did even more than she asked. He could feel his orgasm only seconds away. He couldn't remember ever having had such pleasure in his life, and he was determined to make it the best.

He grabbed Marsha's whole naked body, grasping her squirming ass with one hand and thrusting the other into her juicy pussy lips. Then he sucked one of her big nipples into his mouth and nearly down his throat, at the same time plunging his cock up into Kirstie's working mouth. The three of them thrashed around wildly on the bed, surging and gasping, sucking and moaning.

"Ohhhnnnnn! Oh!" Marsha moaned.

Kirstie pumped her brother's stiff cock with her hand, nearly swallowing the huge shaft with her mouth. "Mmmmm!" she hummed deliriously.

When he came it was like a geyser shooting off in her mouth. Rick groaned. His body shook with fierce spasms. The whole bed rocked as if struck by an earthquake. Marsha squealed as an orgasm ripped through her. And Rick's cock erupted in Kirstie's mouth, gushing jets of hot cum down her throat.

"Oh God! Oh Jesus!" she panted, still sucking him, drinking his jism greedily.

His prick still jumped and squirted. She coiled her tongue around it, drew on it with her sensual lips, sucking out every last drop.

When it was over she was still delirious with love. Slit had finally got what she had been waiting for all those years. She didn't even care that Marsha was still there, clinging limply to Rick and gasping as the aftershocks of her own climax waned. But Kirstie held the last of her brother's warm gooey cum in her mouth, unwilling to swallow it. She held his slackening cock in her hands and kissed it tenderly.

All the rapid fucking had temporarily worn Rick out. But the fires of Kirstie's lust had heated up again. When her brother went off to the bathroom to take a quick shower, she and Marsha, without a word, melted into each other's arms.

"I'm sorry you caught us again," Marsha whispered, finger-fucking Kirstie gently.

"It doesn't matter, baby," Kirstie whispered back. "We can all do it together. Oh! Oh! Oh God, that feels goad!"

She yielded to Marsha's caresses, letting her roommate fuck her completely. Within minutes she was coming, whimpering through a soft fluttery orgasm with Marsha's clever lips fastened to her clit. And when Rick emerged from his shower and saw the two of them fucking, the sight aroused him so much that his cock instantly stiffened again. He crawled onto the bed with them again, and Kirstie gave herself up to an afternoon of the most intense orgasms she had ever known.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Marsha was alone in the apartment. Kirstie and Rick had gone off to the mountains: together for the weekend. When the idea had come up, Marsha had insisted they do it, that they go without her.

She knew how much they wanted to be alone together, to fuck to their hearts' content. She also knew they liked to fuck with her too. The three of them had had nearly a week of the wildest, most ingenious fucking imaginable.

Rut she knew they wanted to be alone together. But they didn't want to hurt her feelings. So she had insisted. She knew there was no reason for her to be jealous. She had already had plenty of Rick. Anyway, Kirstie had prior fights. Marsha's cunt and asshole were only now losing the soreness they had got from being pronged repeatedly by Rick's gigantic prick. She told herself she could use the rest.

But now that they were gone she was lonely. And horny, too. The thought of them writhing together, gasping and panting, shuddering and crying out in ecstasy, drove her crazy. In the mornings she lay naked in her bed, trying not to think of it.

I've never been this way before, she thought. So why now? Why can't I forget about them?

By the second morning her body felt all shivery and weak with suppressed lust. She tried to keep her eyes open, just so she wouldn't see images of Rick and Kirstie joyously fucking. Her cunt was hot and prickly and sopping wet. The sheet rasped across her sensitive nipples each time she moved.

So she pulled the sheet down over her body. Her big thick nipples were stiff and erect. She put her fingers on them and felt them throb. She rubbed them in circles. Her firm breasts pulsed with heat. She filled her hands with the smooth globes and squeezed.

"Ohhhnnnnn!" she moaned as sexual need rippled through her.

She needed somebody to fuck her. But she needed more than one person. Having both Rick and Kirstie suck her nipples at the same time, and fuck her pussy and ass at the same time, had spoiled her. Her own hands on her throbbing breasts drove her crazy. She rolled and squeezed and rubbed the firm mounds until she was gagging with lust.

She knew there was nothing wrong with masturbating. She just hadn't done it for years. It seemed to her like such a cheap surrender. A voluptuous, desirable girl like her with no one to fuck her but herself.

Still, she couldn't keep her hands off her own feverish body. She closed her eyes and scissored her aching nipples with her fingers. She tried to imagine Rick's and Kirstie's mouths on them, softly tugging, then sharply sucking. She tried to imagine their urgent hands on her quivering flesh. She could almost feel Rick's huge throbbing cock slipping between her lips, tilling her mouth. And Kirstie's tongue doing fantastic things to her wet pussy.

"Ohhhh Gods… fuck me, please fuck me!" she moaned aloud.

Her hands raced all over her hot squirming body. She dipped them between her yawning thighs and found the blossoming wet flower of her achy cunt. She dipped two fingers of each hand into the juicy slit, fucking herself rapidly, pushing a hard knuckle against her swollen cunt.

"Oh! Ungh! Ah!" she gasped, swirling, the hard little berry urgently.

It's not the same! she moaned to herself. She remembered the feel of the huge gristly pole of Rick's cock plunging in and out of her. And the incredible, crazy time Kirstie had actually fist fucked her! Now her hips bucked and shuddered as she dug in her wet slit with her frantic fingers. Her body pulsed with sexual yearning. But it wasn't the cum!

"Oh God!" she panted aloud. "Let me come and get it over with!"

She rubbed her clit so fiercely that a hot sharp tiny orgasm pierced her.

"OOHH!" she cried out.

But it was hardly anything. No release. No sweet tumultuous explosion. She sat up abruptly, wiping her sticky fingers on the sheet. She was disgusted with herself. Was that all she could get out of all, that furious masturbating?

She began to walk aimlessly around the apartment, still totally naked and tense with sexual need. She had got an idea that was embarrassing and sick. But she couldn't get it out of her mind. Maybe she could find something to fuck herself with that would resemble the feeling of Rickie's massive prick.

"God, that's really sick!" she said out loud to herself. "Why don't you just get dressed and go out to a bar and pick up a guy with a real cock?"

That was a tempting idea. On the other hand, she didn't want to be fucked by a total stranger. She wanted Rick and Kirstie to fuck her, both of them. It was a terrible dilemma.

She wandered into Kirstie's bedroom and caught a glimpse of her naked body in the full-length mirror on the back of Kirstie's closet door. My God, I'm beautiful! she thought. I really am!

Watching her reflection in the mirror, she cupped her firm up tilted breasts and pinched her puffy nipples. They quickly sprang erect. Instantly her body was again suffused with sexual heat and urgency.

It turned her on to watch her body tremble with desire. She gyrated her hips as if doing a sexy dance and watched her perfect breasts sway and her sleek belly ripple. Still massaging her breasts with one hand, she dipped the other one into her runny crack again. Slowly she undulated to her own sultry rhythm, manipulating herself, panting softly as the feelings grew more intense.

As her lust became more insistent, she speeded up the tempo. She swirled her aching clit wildly with two fingers. Her eyes glazed and her mouth went slack. She gasped and whimpered, panting rapidly.

"Oh! Oh… oh! Oh God!"

Her eyes never left the beauty of her trembling body. "I'm going to come!" she whimpered.

She we on the verge of another small tight orgasm, like the one she had just had on the bed. It was better than nothing, but it wasn't what she wanted.

All the sharp tiny spasms bit her just as the telephone rang. "Oh!" she cried out. "Uh!"

But she quickly yanked her hand out of her pussy. The ringing phone had scared her to death. It was almost as if someone had walked in on her, just as she was coming.

She tried to control her panting. She desperately wanted to answer the phone. What if it were somebody she could ask over? Maybe an old boyfriend. Anybody! she thought wildly.

She calmed herself and went to the phone.

"Yes?"

"Marsha?"

"Yes."

"It's David."

"David?" she gasped nervously. "What… what are you doing in town?" It was her brother, who lived in there.

"Debby and I are here for a few days," he said. "She went downtown to shop and I thought I'd surprise you. You sound kind of funny. Is somebody hard? Did I end up on something?"

CHAPTER TWELVE

Marsha felt a funny fluttering in the pit of her stomach. She didn't dare think the thoughts that the warm ache in her cunt made her want to think. Instead, she tried not to think of anything. Then she tried to think normal thoughts.

David's coming over, she thought. How nice. I haven't seen him for over a year. And he's not bringing his wife Debby with him. How unfortunate. Why don't you calm down, Marsha?

There's never been anything like that between you and your brother. You never even thought of it until now. After all, you're not Kirstie. She and Rick has been…

Suddenly she glanced don at her naked body. God, I've got to put something on!

She went into her bedroom and tried to decide what to wear. But it was as if she were paralyzed. She didn't know how long she stood looking at her clothes, trying to decide what to put on. But it was too long. The doorbell rang and she was still naked.

Oh my God! she said to herself. Quickly she matched her short yellow shower smock off the hanger and dipped into it. Her heart pounded and she felt very wicked and guilty. The hem of the smock came don only just beneath the round moons of ha ass. The top of it barely closed over the mounds of her breasts. It wasn't something a grown woman should wear to greet her brother.

The doorbell rang again and she raced to answer it. "HI," she said breathlessly as she opened the door.

"I was beginning to feel wonderful. That's the right place," David grinned. "It's been quite a while since I was here."

"Come on in!"

Marsha shut the door behind him. All of a madden he felt stark naked in the shower smock. Her brother being a man, couldn't help glancing at her bulging breasts and her long legs. Feeling suddenly shy, Marsha tugged self-consciously at the hem of the smock, tying to make it cover her naked thighs. It was useless.

"Well!" she said, very nervous. "Let me run in and put something else on. You sort of… caught me by surprise."

"Don't change on my account," David said.

He shook his head slightly as if to break free his gaze from the sight of Marsha's bulbous nipples sliding around under the thin cloth of her smock.

"Well, if you don't mind…" she purred warmly, instantly ashamed of the obvious sensuality she had let creep into her voice.

She knew he was seeing her as a woman for the first time in his life. She had hardly given him a choice in the matter. But, she was seeing him as a man for the first time, too. Instead of as a brother. She knew it was her experience with Rick and Kirstie that had made her do it.

But she didn't half mind. David was a very handsome man. He had a rough masculine glint in his keen gray eyes. And she was surprised that she had never seemed to noticed how rugged and powerful-looking his body was.

"Could I offer you something?" she asked, trying to break the spell both of them were in. "A beer? A drink?"

"Beer's fine."

Marsha went into the kitchen to get him a beer. She could feel his eyes off the backs of her bare legs. Again her nerves made her want to tug down the hem of the short smock. She returned with his beer. As she bent over to hand it to him, she caught his eyes on the upper slopes of her swaying breasts.

Briefly her gaze caught his and held it, smoldering. Then she quickly turned away and went across the room to the stereo.

"Whatever happened to that smashing roommate of yours?" David asked, clearly uncomfortable. "Doesn't she live here any more?"

"Kirstie? Oh, she went to the mountains for the weekend with her… boyfriend."

Marsha took a record out of its jacket and bent over to put it on the turntable. She could feel the hem of her smock tilt up, exposing her entire naked ass.

David couldn't take his eyes off it. Her smooth out curving asscheeks was round. He could see the glistening wet seam of her cunt below them. His cock began to thump, and his collar felt too tight.

Finally Marsha stood straight again and turned back to him. She smirked coyly at tier brother.

"What's the matter?" she asked. "Aren't I enough company for you?"

"Oh, sure."

David looked very embarrassed. He sipped his beer nervously. Marsha knew it was because he had seen her ass and her cunt. She too felt a little ashamed of herself. But it was enormously exciting. As she crossed the worn toward him again, she glanced down at his crotch and saw the thick lump there. She sat down next to him on the sofa.

"So," she said casually. "Tell me what you've been doing with yourself."

David made a disjointed attempt to tell her what he had been doing. Marsha pretended to listen. She stared at him and crossed her long bare legs. The skirt of her smock hiked up again, showing off the tops of her tawny thighs and her hips. He tried not to look.

Marsha felt a tiny itch on her back and began rubbing it against the sofa. Arching her back made her breasts thrust out and her nipples protrude even more. Also, it loosened the flimsy cloth sash that held the smock together. Her breasts threatened to spill out.

"What's the matter?" David asked, unable to take his eyes off her exposed cleavage.

"I've got this little itch on my back," she said. "Why don't you scratch it for me?"

"Okay."

She turned her back to him. His fine began to explore it through the thin cloth, searching for the itch.

"Lower," she murmured. "Now over to the right."

Shivers of desire gripped her body as his fingers played over her shoulder blades and pressed the firm muscles of her lower back. The more he scratched gently through the cloth, the more the thin fabric of the smack loosened on her body. She glanced down and saw that the sash was completely loose.

Now she writhed her back under his fingers. She bent her head forward and tossed the rich mane of her chestnut hair aside, exposing the nape after neck.

"Oh, that feels so good," she cooed in a soft husky voice. "I wish the cloth wasn't in the way."

David nodded.

She could hear her brother's heavy breathing and feel the tension in his fingers. But he didn't say anything.

"Don't you?" she prompted in a soft whisper.

"Yes," he replied so softly she could barely hear it.

But his fingers kept moving trying to touch her warm flesh through the cloth. Slowly Marsha shrugged the cloth off her shoulders. The smock slid down her naked back and fell on the sofa between them. Since it was all she was wearing, she was now totally naked.

"Do you think we should be doing this?" David asked.

"Why not? Oh yes, there. Just a little higher now. There… there, oh yes! Now, rub it hard."

David's hands were not simply scratching her back now they were massaging and caressing its smooth silky muscles. Marsha could not disguise the way it aroused her. She sighed and trembled.

"Oh God, that feels good!" she moaned softly. "Marsha…"

She knew that his guilt was delicately balanced with his desire. So, before he could really protest, she turned slowly around to face him. Her full perfect breasts touched his outstretched fingers.

Her thick succulent nipples brushed his knuckles. He looked down at them, clearly struggling with the urge to put his mouth on them.

"Marsha…" he swallowed dryly.

"Don't say anything," she whispered. "But I…"

"Please don't." She gazed into his eyes hotly. "Do you like my body?"

He nodded, his eyes riveted to it.

"Don't you want to kiss my body?"

He nodded again. "But you know it's wrong," he murmured.

"How can it be wrong if you want to? And if I want you to?"

"You want me to?"

"God, yes!"

He cupped her fantastically firm breasts in his palms gently, and brushed her puffy nipples with his thumbs. Marsha thought she was going out of her mind with hot excitement. A sharp tremor shook her naked body.

"They're so firm," David whispered. "I've never felt anyone's that were so firm."

"You like them?"

Marsha felt a brief twinge of evil. She wanted to ask him, Are they firmer than Debby's, than your wife's? But she knew that Debby had nothing to do with this. When her brother softly squeezed her breasts she could feel her cunt oozing with juice.

"They're incredible," he said.

"Don't you want to kiss tern?"

"Yes. But Marsha, you know how wrong this is."

"Oh, please do it, David," she begged him softly. "Don't torment me like this. We don't have to do anything else. Just kiss me and suck me a little, please?"

She knew he wouldn't be able to resist if she begged him. It was something she used to do when they were kids. It had never failed. And the look in his eyes as he gazed don at her pear-shaped breasts and swollen nipples convinced her that he wouldn't be able to control himself.

He bent his lips to her naked breasts and began to kiss the firm mounds all over. Still cupping them in his palms, he explored the throbbing globes with his mouth. He kissed her everywhere but her pulsing nipples, making her pant with anticipation.

"Oh yesssss!" she sighed.

She held his head gently in her trembling hands, caressing his hair. She winced with delight as she suddenly felt the abrasive edge of his wet tongue curl around one of her nipples. When his lips closed over the aching bud and drew it into his mouth, she shivered and gasped.

"Ah!" she groaned with pleasure.

His hands began to squeeze her breasts more urgently. He sucked her nipple softly, tenderly, then more passionately. He flicked its stiff center with his tongue. Marsha felt her pussy flood with warm fluid.

David's lips moved to her other nipple. He sucked it with equal passion, bringing soft mewling gasps from deep in her throat. She pulled his head into her breasts, arching her back and pushing them into his face.

"God, it feels so good when you suck me," she sighed. "It feels so good. Oh, it feels so good!"

She put her hand in his crotch as he sucked her, squeezing his balls and his swollen prick.

"We shouldn't be doing this, Marsha," he said, parting his thighs to make it easier for her to squeeze him.

But he didn't stop sucking and tonguing and kissing and squeezing her breasts. She lay back against the sofa and tossed her head, writhing with pleasure.

"God, just suck me, David," she panted. "Don't say anything. Just suck me and suck me. It feels so good!"

"I can't help it," David gasped thickly, as if apologizing. "They're so beautiful!"

She smiled as she watched him hungrily slurping her stiff nipples, which throbbed with fire.

"They're all yours, honey," she murmured. "Suck them, suck them hard! Hard! Yessss, like that! Oh!"

Her fingers flew at his belt buckle. He didn't try to stop her. Within seconds she plunged her hand into his shorts and grasped his hot pulsing cock. It was a good big one. Not as big as Rick's monster, but big enough! God, yes! she thought to herself. Big enough to fuck me!

"Let me suck you too! Oh, let me suck you, honey!" she moaned.

She pushed him back and dropped her face to his groin before he could object. The sight of his big throbbing prick made her melt and go all gushy inside. Quickly she sucked it into her warm wet mouth and swirled her tongue around it.

The thought that she had her own brother's big stiff beautiful prick in her mouth excited her in ways she had never dreamed of. She held and squeezed the bulging shaft of his cock with both hands. With her lips and tongue she gave him the most perfect head she had ever given.

And David leaned back end let himself enjoy it. He held her head gently in his hands as her mouth rode up and down on his throbbing prick.

"Oh Jesus, Marsha!" he groaned. "Unh! Oh shit! God, you do it so good!"

She knew that if she invited him into the bedroom, he would have time to reconsider. She didn't think he would, but she didn't want to give him the chance.

So she pulled his pants off his legs and unbuttoned his shirt, still sucking his cock urgently. David helped her undress him, not resisting. But when she finally straddled his thighs and began to steer his prick into her runny slit with one hand, he grabbed her by the arms. He held her steady and looked straight into her eyes.

"Marsha, you know how wrong this is," he said.

"Don't you want to fuck me?" she panted.

"Yes."

"No one's going to know, David," she said, pushing her breasts in his face again. "Suck me, honey! Suck me and fuck me. No one will ever know! Please!"

She lowered her wet cunt onto his stiff cock before, he could protest. She was completely impaled on his thick long tool. The pleasure was so intense that both of them were breathless for an instant. David's hands went behind her and grasped the firm smooth cheeks of her ass.

He lifted her, sliding her clinging pussy up and down on his cock.

"Jesus!" he groaned with pleasure.

She embraced him and kissed him, moving her tongue sensually inside his mouth. And she slowly gyrated her hips and his prick slid in and out of her. The sensations made her reel and simmer with lust.

"Fuck me slow, just fuck me slow, baby," she gasped. "Nobody has to know. Nobody but us. Oh David, fuck me, that's it. God, it's so good to have you fucking me!"

He frenched her ear and bit the firm smooth flesh of her shoulder. Slowly he lifted her up and down on his cock. She braced her knees in the sofa cushions and hissed with passion as the bulging shaft slid up into her. Her fingernails bit into his back.

"A… Marsha!" he gasped.

She knew he was close to shooting. So she stopped the movement. She sat still, his hard prick sunk deep in her. She kissed his mouth and his face, all aver.

"Slow… slow, baby," she murmured. "I want to come with you."

"Don't you know how wrong this is?" David smiled, getting control of himself.

She nodded, grinning wickedly. "You want to stop?"

"Hell no."

"Am I good for you?"

"Christ, good isn't the word. I've never had a woman as beautiful as you are."

"You just never looked at me that way before."

"I'm not supposed to."

"Aren't you sorry you never did?" Instead of answering, David brought his hands up to her breasts again. He rolled and squeezed them, lifting them to his mouth, devouring her bulbous nipples. Marsha shimmied her clinging pussy around on his cock.

"Me you sure you can come this way?" he asked. "I mean, wouldn't you rather be lying on your back?"

"I can come any way, as long as you're fucking me," Marsha purred. "Anyway, you can fuck me on my back next time."

"Next time?"

"Don't you want to fuck me more than once?"

"Yes."

"Don't you want to fuck me everywhere? In my mouth and in my ass too?"

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

David had never seen a woman come so many times in a row. He counted at least four distinct orgasms before she slumped forward in his arms, gasping for breath.

"My God, how do you do that?" he whispered in her damp car.

She smiled, looking very innocent though she was still sitting on his cock. It was still hard as a rock too, something which rarely happened to him. He realized that this fuck had been the most exciting erode experience of their lives for both of them.

"I could come forever with you fucking me," she murmured. "Do you realize that up until a few weeks ago, I couldn't come at all? Except when I did it myself."

She told him the story of Kirstie and Rick, leaving out nothing.

"So that's how you got the idea for this," he said after she had finished.

"No, silly," she giggled. "I didn't even know you were in town, remember?"

At first David was surprised that his cock had stayed so hard. But he wasn't surprised now. The details that Marsha told him about fucking with Kirstie, with Rick, and with both of them together aroused him fiercely.

He scooped up her incredibly firm breasts again and began sucking and tonguing her soft nipples while she talked. In only a few seconds she was panting again. She swirled her wet pussy around on his prick.

"God, you're still so hard!" she said. "Let's go in on the bed. I really want you to ram it in to me this time."

They got up off the sofa. David followed Marsha into her bedroom. She shut the door behind them.

"Why did you do that?" he asked her quizzically.

She came into his outstretched arms and pressed the full length of her naked body against his. They gave each other a long smoldering kiss. David's hands dug into her round smooth ass. She massaged his balls and squeezed the pulsing shaft of his cock.

"I want to trap you in here," she giggled. "And never let you go. I want to pretend that you're going to fuck me forever, and never fuck anybody else."

"But what about my wife?" he grinned, bringing one hand around between her thighs and hand-fucking her slowly. "What about Debby?"

"She doesn't have to know anything about it," Marsha pouted playfully. "I suppose you'll have to fuck her once in a while. She'll expect it." She undulated her phenomenal body, rubbing her naked breasts against his bare chest. "But you can think of me. You can pretend it's me."

"I don't think I'll be able to help it," David said, sinking his teeth into the smooth strip of muscle along her shoulder.

"Ouch!" she squealed happily.

She inserted his stiff cock into her runny slit and they began fucking slowly, still standing next to the bed.

"And maybe I can come down and visit you on vacations," Marsha panted. "And you can send her out for groceries or something, and we can fuck like crazy before she gets back. Uh! Oh, that feels goad!"

But David still couldn't get out of his mind the erotic possibilities she had described when talking about herself and Kirstie and Rick. After all, his wife Debby as a beautiful woman herself. Just think of being in bed with the two of them at the same time, his wife and his sister! The very thought of it made his already stiff prick swell and hammer violently.

"Or maybe we could persuade her to do it with us," he suggested, breathing in Marsha's ear and frenching it at the same time.

"Oh!" Marsha gasped. "Oh God, wouldn't that be beautiful?"

She began writhing more heatedly against him, jamming her soupy cunt down on his up thrusting meat.

"Oh baby, baby!" she moaned. "But right now just fuck me. Hold me tight and fuck my cunt hard, hard!"

She drew him down onto her bed. Her golden thighs yawned open to receive him. She lifted her legs and locked them around his neck, wanting to feel the fullest penetration possible. Her body melted with love for her brother, and when he slid his long cock into her she began to boil over immediately with skimming spasms of coming.

"Oh yes, oh yes!" she whimpered into his ear as they began a slow simmering fuck that soon became a holocaust of surging, rupturing orgasms.

Content

Ray Mills
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CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN