Ray Mills: Sister_s hot lips

"Aiiee! Oh! Aiiee!" she yelped, delirious with hot lust.

"Shhhhh!"

"I… I can't! Oh God, I'm going to come! Don't stop, don't stop!"

He stopped fucking her only long enough to reach down to the floor. He found his pants, which were tangled around his ankles, and grabbed his handkerchief out of a pocket. He brought it up and shoved it into her slack mouth.

"Bite on that," he said.

"Ummm… ummm!" she whimpered.

Then, knowing that she was only seconds away from her climax, he grabbed her twisting hips and began fucking her mercilessly. He flexed his hard prick. Kirstie squeezed him with her thighs and held on for dear life. The hard gristle of his cock scraping against her swollen clit drove her crazy with pleasure. Her whole body was torn with wild shuddering.

"Mmmeee! Mmmmee!" she squealed, her voice muffled by the wadded cloth.

She clung to him, burrowed her face in his neck, and let her body be shattered by fierce spasms of coming. She swarmed against him, feeling his shirt chafe her raw nipples, jamming her creaming slit down on his throbbing cock. Through her own wild muffled screaming, she heard him grunt and felt the jumping strings of jism flood her pulsing cunt.

Even when it was over, she couldn't let go. Her body tingled everywhere. The aftershocks of her orgasm oozed through her throbbing blood. His cock remained stiff for several minutes, and she held on to him and moved her pussy slightly, moaning as the fresh sparks of pleasure shot through her aching clit. Finally she spit out the wet wrinkled handkerchief and kissed his mouth ardently. His cock was beginning to shrink from her pussy, and his cum was leaking out of her. She crawled off him.

"I'm leaking all over your pants," she giggled softly. "Everybody will think you do naughty things when you're alone in your office."

Rogers was too busy trying to get his hands and mouth on her breasts again to reply. He pulled her back onto his lap and sucked one of her nipples so hard that she yelped softly.

"Ouch! Oh! Honey, they're so sore. You just about chewed them off."

"I want more of you," Rogers panted. "I can't get enough."

"Well, it'll have to be enough for now," she smiled, squirming away from him.

He pulled up his pants and they went back into his office. Kirstie retrieved her clothes and put them on. Before she could button her shirt Rogers gabbed her from behind, squeezing her naked breasts again and biting her long white neck.

"Let's go get a motel room," he whispered. "You owe me one rape."

"Rape?" Kirstie giggled.

"Well, what would you call it?"

"I'd call it fantastic. But unfortunately I can't make it tonight. My… mother's coming to town. I… have to pick her up at the airport in half an hour."

Actually Kirstie didn't know why she was refusing. The idea of going to a motel room and fucking her ears off with him for hours seemed thrilling. He was good at it. But her orgasm had temporarily satiated her. The thought of her brother Rick had begun to float back into her mind. Her feelings for him were so strong that even her jealousy couldn't get in the way of them now. Sure, she wanted to fuck with him. Even the climax she had just experienced couldn't make that desire go away. But more than that, she wanted to hold him in her arms and kiss him. Her longing for her brother was intense. No matter what the circumstances were, she had to see him.

Rogers looked dejected. She wanted to cheer him up. She hugged him and slithered her tongue into his mouth.

"Look, I owe you one rape, okay?" she murmured. "I'll try to get away from my… mother over the weekend." She gyrated her pelvis into his, making fuck-motions. "And you can do whatever you want to me," she breathed. "Okay?"

"You promise?"

"I promise." She winked at him and blew him a kiss as she went out the door.

Rick rolled over in the bed. He nudged the warm naked body next to him and instantly remembered where he was. He ran one hand down Marsha's warm back to her ass, sliding his fingers between her asscheeks. Marsha awoke.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it feel like?" he grinned, slipping three fingers into her buttery cunt from behind.

"Ohh! It feels great!" Marsha gasped.

She spread her thighs and pushed her cunt down on his hand, instantly aroused. Her slit was incredibly wet both from her own juices and from the two eruptions of his own cum he had deposited in it during the past hour. And even though he had shot off three times – once in her mouth, twice in her pussy – he was amazed to find that he felt like it again. His cock rose and jumped with hot blood. It would take so little just to slip it into her juicy little box from behind like this, and ram her until both of them were again gagging with pleasure.

But he knew he shouldn't do it. This roommate of his sister's was a delicious find. He had arrived in town early and come directly to Kirstie's apartment, hoping to find her at home. Instead who should he find but this half-dressed, sleepy-eyed beauty, Marsha. He tried to remember how much time had elapsed before he found himself on her bed with his stiff prick between her clasping lips. Five minutes? Four?

But he couldn't get carried away. Kirstie had been out of his thoughts for the past two hours, but she had to be getting home from work soon. Marsha, of course, didn't know just how fond he and his sister were of each other. But Kirstie would be crushed if she walked in and found him in bed like this with her roommate.

On top of that, what kind of reunion would it be if he were all fucked out? He knew the phenomenal staying-power of his hot salami, and that was encouraging. One night while he was in the Army he had shoved his pork up the twats and bungholes of eight Korean hookers all a row before his buddies had to get him drunk so they could get him back to the barracks. And right now it was throbbing and aching, stiff as a pipe, only inches from Marsha's beckoning bottom.

But there was a limit to everything. He wanted to save something for the reunion he and Kirstie had been waiting far so long. But Marsha didn't know about that. His hand probing her slippery cunt had got her all worked up again. She twisted and panted, reaching behind to grasp his thick pulsing cock in her hand.

"Put it in me, Rick," she panted. "Fuck me… fuck me again. Please!"

"What about Kirstie?" he murmured. "Won't she be home soon?"

"Ohhhnnn! I don't know. What time is it?"

He glanced at her clock radio. "A little past five."

The news dejected Marsha. "About… ten… minutes," she panted, pushing her pussy down into his thrusting hand. "Ohhnn! Oh God, that feels so good! Fuck me quick, just once more before she gets here. Please! You can fuck me in the ass, if you want to."

Rick grinned. "Are you sure? You know, I once knew a girl whose neighbors called the police when I put it in her ass. They thought she was being murdered. They could hear her screams for five blocks."

"I don't care!" Marsha gasped.

Rick smiled and kissed her mouth. "That's what she said."

"Please!"

Rick really wanted to do it. Marsha was tugging his cock urgently toward her delectable ass. But the risk was too great. If Kirstie walked in, everything would be ruined. He gritted his teeth, removed her hand from his cock, and rolled off the bed.

"Not now, sweetheart," he said, pulling on his pants.

"Oh damn!" Marsha pouted.

"What if she catches us? It'll be embarrassing."

"I know," Marsha admitted. She too got up and began straightening the bed and putting on her clothes. "Where are you staying? I mean, maybe you could stay here tonight."

"And?"

She grinned sexily and made an obscene gesture with her tongue.

"What about Kirstie? The way you squeal, you could wake up the whole building, let alone her."