Ray Mills - Sister_s hot lips

"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.

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.