Ray Mills: Sister_s hot lips

"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.