Ray Mills - Sister_s hot lips

"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.

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.