Ray Mills: Sister_s hot lips

"Ah…" Marsha mooned very softly. "Oh yes, yes."

Her body trembled with involuntary spasms. Her knees leaped reflexively, and her spastic fingers bit into the sheet. She panted through her clenched teeth, her breasts jiggling as the waves of pleasure flowed through her veins. Kirstie could feel the pressure rising on Marsha's trembling body. She curled her lips around the girl's erect cunt and began to suck gently.

"Oh! Oh!" Marsha cried out, her face torn with passion.

Slowly, softly Kirstie kept sucking her cunt, feeling the tension in Marsha's body rise and rise. You're going to come, honey, she chanted to herself. You're going to come. I'm going to suck it out of you. I'm going to suck it right out of your pretty little cunt. Oh yes, now, now.

When she sensed that Marsha was poised on the edge of her orgasm, she ran her hands up the girl's writhing body to her breasts and pinched both of Marsha's erect nipples sharply. At the same moment she sucked the girl's cunt for all she was worth. Marsha's body erupted like a volcano.

"Oh Jesus, Kirstie!" she cried out. "Oh God… oh! Unhhh! Oh… Oh… Aaaooowwnngghhiieee! Yiiieeee!"

The convulsions nearly tore Marsha apart. Her hands raked Kirstie's bare shoulders. Her pelvis shook and squirmed wildly as each new spasm ripped her to pieces. Even Kirstie was shocked by the intensity of the girl's climax.

"Ohhnnn!" Marsha shouted. "Don't stop, don't stop! Ohhnnn! Oh God, I'm coming again! Ohhnnnnnn! Aahhnnnniieeee!"

When it was over Marsha lay panting trying to catch her breath. Kirstie squeezed her and kissed her, feeling the pain now where Marsha's fingernails had clawed her shoulders.

"Oh God, look what I did. I made you bleed!" Marsha gasped, finally surfacing from the tiny of her double orgasm.

Kirstie smiled. "It was worth it," she said. "You came."

"God, did I ever! Coming is hardly the word for it. I felt like I was dying."

The full reality of what they had just done suddenly occurred to both of them. They both realized that nothing would ever be the same now.

"DO you… think we did the wrong thing?" Kirstie whispered softly.

Marsha grinned and gave Kirstie a lingering kiss. "I don't know if it's wrong, but I can't get enough of it," she murmured, squeezing Kirstie's breasts and softly pinching her large nipples. "I just want to fuck and fuck and fuck with you."

"Ohhhh!" Kirstie moaned.

Marsha probed Kirstie's wet cunt with two fingers. "Can you come again?"

"Oh God, yes!" Kirstie gasped, making fuck-moves with her hips.

Her first climax had arrived so fast that it had taken them both by surprise. But now she lay back and let Marsha fuck her slowly. And by the time Marsha's tongue began to stroke her aching clit, she was shuddering with helpless passion. They fucked throughout the night. And Kirstie was so obsessed with her newfound pleasures that she never once thought of her brother. It was only Marsha… Marsha, and incredible convulsions of hot coming.

The next day at work Kirstie couldn't concentrate. For one thing, she was exhausted. She and Marsha had barely slept a wink all night. Their hunger for one another's body, once awakened, was incredibly intense. Whenever they managed to doze off for a few minutes, one or the other would soon wake up again. She would start gently sucking the other girl's breasts, manipulating her cunt. And before they knew it, both of them were mewling and whimpering through new storms of climaxes. No matter how tired she was, just thinking of it at work as she sat at her desk made Kirstie shiver with fresh lust. She wanted to rush home, tear off her clothes, and drag Marsha into bed for more hot glorious fucking.

But things were even more complicated than that. Her brother Rick would be arriving in town this evening. Whenever she thought of that, her cunt got all gushy and prickly. Her blood started pulsing rapidly. She forgot about Marsha. The business with her roommate, though full of more amazing pleasure than she had ever imagined, was only a transient interlude compared to her long-term relationship with her brother.

When she thought of him, the yearning was almost unbearable. It's been so long! she thought. I've missed him so much! The ache for him is so real! And I know he feels the same way. I could tell from his letter.

Sitting at her desk, having reveries about Rick, she suddenly realized that the situation had become very complicated. For one thing, it would be hard for her and Rick to keep their hands off each other from the very first instant they saw each other again. But they just couldn't send Marsha packing. It would be so… so oblivious. Marsha would quickly see, what was going on. And even though she was pretty liberal and understanding, like most people she would probably draw the line at what Kirstie and Rick were doing.

On top of that, Kirstie realized after their experience last night, Marsha might even be jealous. I'm the first one who ever made her come, Kirstie thought. That might really be important to her. And if I hint that she should go away for a while so Rickie and I can fuck, she might really hit the roof. Kirstie realized that she really hadn't planned this very well at all.

"Kirstie?"

She snapped out of her reverie and… looked up at her boss, Bill Rogers, who was standing next to her desk. "Huh? I mean… yes?"

"I just wondered if you're feeling okay," Rogers said. "Your mind doesn't seem to be on business today."

"Oh… I'm okay, I guess," she stammered. "I think maybe I'm coming down with something."

Like a strong case of nymphomania, she thought, trying not to smile at the craziness of it. You see, Bill, I'm trying to think of a way to get rid of my lesbian lover for a while so I can fuck my brother's brains out. How does that grab you? She almost tittered but caught herself, remembering she was supposed to be sickish.

Also, Rogers was a handsome devil of a man who had had his eye on her for a long time, she knew. He was about thirty-five, broad-shouldered and virile. Whenever he spoke to her, he had a glint in his eyes and a curve of his mouth that suggested an infinitely imaginative lechery. Sometimes, she had to admit, it nearly boiled her blood. But both of them had been cautious about really getting into it. They both knew that, no matter how inviting it might seem, it didn't pay to get involved with somebody from the office.

The steely glint and the curving lip were both there now as he stood beside her. His eyes strayed from her face down to her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra and she knew that the sight of her big nipples moving under her shirt aroused him.

"Maybe you should take the rest of the day off," he smiled.

"Oh, I couldn't do that. There's so much to do."

"But if you get really sick, you won't be any good to us at all, will you. I insist," Rogers said.

He pulled her chair out, unable to keep his eyes off her swaying breasts and she stood up.

"Well, if you really think I should," Kirstie said.

"Tell you what I'll do," he said. "I'll drive you home personally."

At any other time Kirstie might have accepted. But today, she realized, her problems were just too complicated to permit it.

"I… I'm sorry, I brought my car today," she said.

She tried to say it in such a way so as not to discourage him from asking again some day. But she could see he was disappointed. If she had accepted, it would have been okay. Since she had refused, his offer looked transparent.

She pressed her hand against his wrist intimately, giving him a briefly burning glance at the same moment. "Thanks for the offer, though," she whispered.

Rogers became stiffly formal again. "Don't mention it," he said. "Go on home and go to bed and take care of yourself."