Mia Beddington - Passionate sis

He removed one of his hands from her ass and quickly unzipped her skirt. Roughly, he tugged it down and, even before the skirt touched the ground, hungrily grabbed a handful of crotch. Marcia shuddered as Marc busily kneaded her buttocks with his left hand as his right hand squeezed and stroked her damp pubes. His middle finger easily found its way into her cunt, and it slid about easily as her smooth inner walls began to coat the intruding finger with its sticky juices. Marcia's eyes were tightly closed now, and her tongue tried hard to work out her need inside Marc's mouth. They were both breathing to the rhythm of Marc's fingerfuck now. Marcia pulled away to gasp for air.

"Don't stop!" she cried breathlessly. "Oh God, please don't stop!"

Something about the way she said please excited Marc and filled him with a sense of power. He pushed his finger far up into her cunt. Powerful muscles pulled his finger in deeper and higher as fresh fluids were secreted from her vaginal walls, Marc began to rhythmically bend his finger, and Marcia gasped, pulling him still closer to her. He could feel her huge nipples straining through her clothes as she dropped her hand to his own. Gripping him firmly by the wrist, she pushed his hand far up into her soaking cunt. Little squealing sounds emitted from her lips as she sunk her teeth into his ear in her ecstasy.

"I'm going to come!" she screamed. "Oh Jesus don't stop!"

She began to spasm as Marc wiggled two soaked fingers around in her cunt. Her nails dug deeply into his wrist and back as her mind began to rage out of control, and Marc hoped that she would reach her release before the pain she was causing him became unbearable. He stuck his tongue wetly into her ear for good measure. The trick worked!

Marcia moaned as she thrashed about as if trying to swallow up Marc's hand. He was soaked in her natural lubrication as her clutching snatch seemed to open and close with wild abandon. With one last cry of delight, Marcia's body went limp in Marc's arms. She kissed him gratefully on the ear.

"My darling," she whispered with what little breath she could summon, "you are one hell of a fingerfucker!"

Marc moved her to the bed. Compliments were fine, but words were not going to relieve the pressure he felt in his balls.

"Lie back," he commanded. The girl obeyed. Marc dropped his pants. His pride and joy stood out proudly in all its erect glory. Marcia jumped up from the bed and grabbed a fistful of cock. With a show of will-power which surprised himself as much as it surprised Marcia, Marc grasped her wrist and removed it from his organ.

"First I'm going to see those tits," he said. Marcia focused her pretty eyes on Marc's face, tears of frustration beginning to well up from the corners. A defiant smile began to appear at the edges of her mouth as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, her eyes never leaving Marc's face. When the last button was undone, she held the garment closed over her chest. Complete silence filled the room for a moment as the girl smiled coyly and portentously at Marc.

Then, with a single great shake of her shoulders, Marcia threw the garment onto the bed.

Her breasts were fuller and more glorious than Marc had dared to imagine. The cleavage was deep and glinted with sweat, and the aureoles were tremendous and rich chocolate brown in color. At the tip of each breast was a fully erect nipple easily half an inch long. Marc stood transfixed with admiration for nearly a minute before reaching out to fondle the luscious melons, but Marcia intercepted his hand before it could reach its destination. "Fair's fair!" she pouted.

"What do you mean," Marc demanded. "You had your jollies!"

"That's right," she said. "And now it's your turn." Her face softened into a smile. "My dear horny friend," she said, gently massaging his balls, "you came here for an expert blow job, and an expert blow job you will get!" Marc had to admit that her logic was faultless. "On your back, lover," she ordered. Marc looked a bit resentful, and she immediately understood. She tenderly kissed his inner ear and whispered warmly.

"Please?"

Marc grinned and stretched out on his back. Marcia positioned her ass above his face and slowly lowered her still wet cunt into his mouth.

"Taste that," she suggested, and taste it he did, easily sliding his tongue into the damp crevice. He noticed for the first time that her wiry wet pubic hairs were exactly the same golden color as the short blonde hair on her head. He was about to comment on it when he suddenly found himself gasping for breath.

With a single mighty swoop, Marcia had engulfed the entirety of Marc's throbbing shaft in her wet mouth. Without the gentle teasing preliminaries which Marc had expected, she was gulping and swallowing at his cock as if she wanted it down her throat. Marc decided to oblige her. Still licking at her sweet juicy cunt, he plunged his own pelvis forward and upward. The girl moaned, and the exhalation of her breath sent a wave of ecstasy through Marc's body. He began to bounce up and down on the bed in rhythm to her sucking. Her passion increased as she sucked still harder, her lips tightly pursed over the head of Marc's instrument. Her hands were now gently rubbing his balls as her head moved back and forth, back and forth over the smooth undersurface of Marc's cock. He in turn had grabbed two great handfuls of spongy tit and was massaging the pointy nipples in rhythm with the ball massage which he was receiving. The two of them lay there, licking and stroking and sucking and rubbing as all sense of time vanished from their fevered brains.

Somewhere, a bell was ringing. Marc assumed that it was in his head, but he fell suddenly back to reality as Marcia released her vice-like grip on his now pulsing cock. Reluctantly, he removed his tongue from her luscious hairpie to speak.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"The telephone," she said, "I have to answer the telephone!"

"Fuck the telephone," he insisted. "I was about to come!"

"So sorry, angel," she apologized sincerely, "but business has to come first."

Marc lay there in frustrated silence as the woman rolled off of him and picked up the telephone receiver.

"Hello… Yes… Yes, doctor… Right away. Bye!"

Marc sat up in disbelief as Marcia got up, rushed over to the closet, and began to get dressed in a nurse's uniform.

He had never seen a bra that big before! "What's going on?" he demanded.

"I'm sorry. Believe me, I'm as sorry I have to leave as you are, but duty calls and I have to get over to the hospital right away."

Marc put a hand on his aching cock. Marcia giggled.

"I'd ask you to drive me, but it doesn't look like you'd be able to get your pants on."

Marcia finished dressing and kissed the angry head of Marc's cock quickly but wetly.

"There's paper and pencils in the kitchen. Leave me your address and your phone number. I'll make it up to you as soon as I possibly can."

Keys in hand, she gently kissed Marc on the lips one last time and firmly squeezed his organ. "I promise," she said, sweeping out of the door.

Marc sat silently on the edge of the bed as he heard the apartment door lock behind her.

And now it was a new morning, and Marcia, alias Nurse Bigtits, was on her way over to make it up to him. Well, he was certainly ready for her.

Marc looked in the mirror and saw a tired looking man with a tremendous erection looking back at him. He wearily shook his head in dismay and went to the bathroom to clean up. Quickly showering and shaving, Marc began to feel like a new man. His erection had mercifully collapsed in the shower, but it now began to sneak back as he thought of burying his face between those massive boobs and finally popping his rocks into Bigtits' golden snatch. He just finished brushing his teeth as the doorbell rang.