Ray Mills: Sister_s hot lips

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.

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.