Ray Mills: Sister_s hot lips

She smiled at him again as she left the office. The going to bed part at least, she thought, I can promise you, boss.

Having lied about her car, she had to take the bus home. It was shortly after noon when she got there. She was still so tired that she really would flop on the bed and try to take a nap. She wanted to be well-rested for Rick. If his sexual appetite remained what it had been before he left for the Army, tonight would surpass last night in athletic fucking.

She walked into her apartment and flung her purse on a chair, feeling weary and relieved to be alone. But suddenly she heard a muffled male groan coming from the direction of Marsha's bedroom. Good God! she thought, more disgusted than anything. Tell me I'm hearing things! All I want to do is take a nap. And Marsha didn't get enough last night? For heaven's sake, she's worse than lam!

She stood still for a moment, listening to the soft panting and the creaking of the bed. Then curiosity got the better of her. She realized her blood was pounding. She wanted to see it!

She slipped out of her shoes and padded quietly across the living room to the hallway. She could see that the door to Marsha's bedroom was ajar. Silently she tiptoed to it and peeked inside. A naked man was lying on his back on Marsha's bed. Marsha was naked too. She was curled up at his crotch, sucking and pumping the largest stiff cock Kirstie had ever seen.

Oh God! Kirstie nearly gasped aloud. The man's face was obscured by Marsha's coiled body. But even without seeing his face, Kirstie knew who it was. Rick! She knew his phenomenal tool more intimately than any other prick she had ever seen. What Marsha was doing to him right now she herself had done a thousand times. Oh God, Rick! Rickie, how could you do this to me a half-hysterical voice wailed in her mind.

She was filled with rage and repulsion. But at the same time she was fantastically aroused. Marsha was devouring his prick as if there were no tomorrow. She held his balls in one hand and the fat bulging stalk of his prick in the other, pumping him vigorously. Then she dripped warm gobs of spittle on the huge head of his cock and dove on it with her lips, swirling her head as she sucked.

She took his long tool into her mouth and throat as far as it would go, humming with delirious passion. Then, her sensual lips clinging to it, she let it slide out of her mouth, licking his cockhead furiously with her tongue when she reached the end. Even Kirstie had to admit Marsha was good at it. Rick went nearly out of his mind with pleasure.

"Ohhhh! Oh God, baby, do it, yes, God yes!" he panted as she frantically sucked and pumped his gargantuan cock.

His hands darted under Marsha's arms and grabbed her dangling breasts, squeezing them and scissoring her nipples. Marsha gasped. For a moment she let his wet throbbing prick out of her mouth. Her eyes rolled upwards.

"Ah!" she moaned. She arched her back, pushing her breasts into his hands. "Do you like it? Do I do it good for you?"

"Beautiful, baby!" he groaned. "Nobody's ever done it as good as you."

Kirstie's ears burned. A squirt of jealousy shot through her trembling body. How could he say such a thing! After all the loving head jobs she'd given him over the years! Tears burned her eyes. She was furious and heartbroken at the same instant. But she couldn't take her eyes off them.

Marsha made love to his twitching cock with passionate ingenuity. She sucked him and squeezed the fat shaft of his prick with one hand. Her other hand darted between her thighs, and she began massaging her cunt quickly.

"Oh God… oh God!" she panted. "I want you to fuck me in the mouth! Put me on my back and fuck me in the mouth, Rick! And come all over me!"

Kirstie watched as they quickly changed positions, eagerly sucking and squeezing each other. Marsha lay on her back and Rick propped a pillow under her head. Then he squatted over her face and slid his cock between her puckering lips. He grabbed her head in his hands and began fucking in and out of her mouth, his huge cock pulsing and stiff as iron.

Marsha's lips clung like glue to his plunging cock. She keened and gagged with wild pleasure each time the massive stalk engorged her mouth. At the same time she slid both hands down to her gaping wet pussy and began fucking herself urgently. Her hips twitched spastically, and her supple body shuddered. Kirstie knew that Marsha wanted to come at the same instant Rick shot his load all over her, as she'd asked him to do.

"Oogghhm! Oogghhm!" Marsha grunted, her mouth bursting with cock, her hands flying furiously in her slippery cunt.

Rick panted and grunted, cramming Marsha's mouth full of his stiff prick, pronging her throat with it, fucking her with sharp fierce thrusts. Suddenly Kirstie saw his asscheeks clench and his whole body stiffen.

"Now… now, baby… now!" he panted to Marsha.

Marsh a twirled her clit wildly with her fingers, her hips pitching off the bed, her body straining. Rick plunged his cock deep into her mouth and exploded, spewing cum into her throat. At nearly the same instant Marsha's orgasm erupted.

"Oogghhm!" she moaned.

Rich quickly withdrew his spurting prick, spattering her jiggling breasts and bare shoulders and face with more jets of creamy cum. Marsha flailed and writhed under him.

"Uuhhhhhiieee!" she screeched as she came. "Oohhhhh! Aaahhhhheeee!"

Kirstie squeezed her thighs tightly together. She raised her fist to her mouth and bit it to keep don the excitement, and the hot raging jealousy she felt Marsha's body undulated on the bed as the hot juices of her climax gripped her.

"Put it in me, please, I… I can come again! Please! Please! Quick!"

Rick scrambled between her yawning lop. Marsha fed his still-jumping cock into her flooding pussy, howling with incredible pleasure a he ripped it up into her.

"Ah!" she moaned.

He began to fuck her in short quick jabs. Marsha nearly all out of her mind, clawing and scratching him, panting wildly as she peaked again. Her passionate screams still rang in Kirstie's ears as she fled through the living room, snatching up her shoes as she passed, and dashed out the door.

She could hardly see straight as she stormed out of the apartment building and into the street. She had walked more than a block before she realized that she was still holding her shoes in her hand. She sat down on the curb to slip them on.

I'll kill them! she thought. Both of them! Tears of rejection and jealousy sprang to her eyes. The images of her roommate and her brother fucking so exuberantly seemed to have burned themselves into her brain. She could still see nothing but Rick's massive pulsing cock plunging into Marsha's dinging pussy. Marsha's hot screams of pleasure still hammered her eardrums. She put her palms to her ears and pressed hard.

"Oh, stop it! Stop it!" she shouted out loud.

Then she realized where she was. She stumbled to her feet and began walking again. Everything was perfect. She felt numbed, dazed. How could she go back there now? How could she pretend nothing had happened? How could she look either of them in the face? Her joy over Rick's return was spoiled. She wanted to scratch Marsha's eyes out.

And yet, she knew, neither of them were really to blame. Rick had obviously arrived early. Marsha had no way of knowing there was something between him and Kirstie. He was horny, Marsha was willing, Kirstie was at work…

The inevitable had happened. But, try as she might. Kirstie couldn't be philosophical about it. It was stupid and irrational to think so, but she knew that the splendid screwing Marsha had got was meant for her. She had not felt a cock in her for weeks, ever since the arrival of Rick's letter. She had been saving herself for the purity of that moment when she could finally open her legs for him alone.