Ray Mills - Sister_s hot lips

"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.

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.