Mia Beddington - Passionate sis

Marc had no ready answer for this tirade. As he sat groping mentally for a convincing response, Steffi jumped up and sprang to his defence.

"Just a Goddamned minute!" she said, her apple-like breasts bouncing gently as she spoke. "It just so happens that Marc is my brother and Michael is my friend and we stopped in on him unexpectedly and we haven't seen each other in a very long time and if you don't like our getting reacquainted that's just too damn bad!"

Marcia looked Steffi in the eye, her head cocked in a gesture of suspended belief.

"And you just happened to be fucking your brother and your friend when I came in?" she asked.

"Well," Steffi said, reddening slightly, "not fucking, exactly, but I think you have the general idea."

Marcia looked at the younger girl for another moment and broke into a broad grin.

"Steffi," she said at last, "I believe you. The whole thing is just too improbable to be made up. Nice to meet you. I'm sorry I acted like such a bitch."

Everyone except Michael was smiling now as all tension suddenly dissipated. Marcia noticed the incongruence and decided to inquire about it. "What's wrong with him?" she asked bluntly.

"Michael?" Steffi said. "Oh, he's just a little moody, that's all."

Michael was still paying very little attention to the chattering of the others in the room. He was imagining what a tight cunt Marcia must have and how good it would feel to ram his cock up it until she begged him to stop.

"What did you come here for?" he asked in a tone far more blunt than any of the others could possibly have mustered. The question caught Marcia off-guard.

"Well," she said, trying to give an honest answer, "frankly, I came here to get fucked."

Michael's heart beat faster at the sound of the girl's words. "Then let's get down to it," he said. Marcia looked questioningly at Marc. The intense pleasures which he had experienced mere moments before were still fresh in his mind, and his satisfied body yearned more for peaceful rest than for renewed stimulation. He looked at Michael's tremendous erection and wondered what sort of strange man it was that was impossible to satisfy. For a moment, he envied Michael's endurance and his recent anal entry of Steffi, but he quickly dismissed those thoughts as being unworthy of a loving brother. Apparently Michael was capable of unlimited lust, but it was equally evident that he had no notion of love or tenderness. If it was plain old-fashioned getting fucked that Marcia had come for, than perhaps it should be Michael to give it to her.

"Why don't you and Michael get to know each other?" Marc said to Marcia. "Steffi and I are tired and we have a lot to talk about anyway."

Marcia looked at Michael and most especially at the monstrous flagpole which he was using as an erection. The idea of taking that monster into her body was a very appealing one. Marcia was hesitant to admit even to herself that the sight of Steffi's willowy young body had contributed significantly to her excitement.

"All right, then," she said, "if it's okay with Michael, I will stay here and see if that hairy prick of his is anywhere near as good as it looks."

"Let's get down to it," Michael growled deep in his throat.

Marc and Steffi exchanged agreeing looks and, picking up their clothes, proceeded to leave the bedroom to the whims of their companions. "Dig you later," Steffi said to Michael as they left.

"Enjoy," Marc said simply.

When they were gone, Michael and Marcia studied each other in a moment of awkward silence. It was Marcia who broke the silence. "I see you're not the talkative type."

Michael did not smile. "Take off your clothes, bitch."

"I guess we're going to play rough, huh? Well, junior, let me assure you that whatever you can dish out, I can take and give right back."

Michael's fevered brain pounded furiously. No woman had ever spoken to him that way before. For the first time in his life, he was experiencing a feeling which very roughly approximated respect.

Marcia, meanwhile, was not concerning herself with such abstract matters. The thought of having the shaggy stranger's large cock filling her inside flooded her brain. She hoped that he would be as rough in action as he was in speech. Unzipping her skirt, she slid the garment off her legs and let it lie in a pool at her feet. She ruffled her exposed blonde cunt hairs and, putting her hands defiantly on her hips, stood before Michael dressed only in her tight sweater.

"Okay, Big Boy," she said. "Let's get down to it."

Michael stood up, and Marcia repressed the shudder of excitement which she felt at seeing the full length of his incredible organ. Standing directly in front of her, Michael looked Marcia up and down several times before roughly yanking her sweater up over her head. She was wearing a bra, but the flimsy garment could barely contain the overflowing fullness of its contents. Michael rudely unhooked it and left Marcia standing in exciting nakedness. She tried to show arrogance on her face, but her body was no less aquiver with the anticipation of a good hard fuck than was Michael's.

Suddenly, Michael attached his lips to Marcia's great brown nipple and simultaneously shoved his finger into her cunt. She gasped with surprise and sudden ecstasy as Michael began to lick and bite her above and poke and tickle her below. She grew dizzy as her attention continually shifted from the sweet tingling which seemed to generate from her breasts to the intense warmth which was spreading from between her legs to the rest of her body. Soon, she could hear the slurping of the juices which her body had issued to welcome Michael's busy finger. She consciously tightened her vaginal grip in order to intensify the delicious friction of his finger rubbing against her swollen clitoris as she slowly and deliberately moved her pelvis up and down in counter-rhythm to the movements of his exploring finger. Her nails dug into Michael's shoulders as he continued squeezing her crotch in his sweaty palm.

Michael's own thoughts were wild and scattered. He wanted to know that the girl was being driven out of her mind by his probings, but at the same time he felt vaguely that he hoped he was causing her a certain amount of pain. As he slid his finger along the damp tunnel of her cunt, he carefully raked his fingernails along the sensitive walls. When the girl winced, he bit her nipple cruelly and poked her cunt a little harder. It was becoming increasingly difficult for him to distinguish between the responses of pleasure and those of pain.

"Ouch!" she cried. "Not so hard, darling!"

Michael bit her again and jabbed viciously at her vagina. To his tremendous surprise, he was thanked by a slap across the face. He withdrew in shock.

"Listen, Michael," the girl explained, "I don't mind playing rough. I like it. But if I say stop, you're going to have to stop!"

Michael sat on the edge of the bed. His mind was too befuddled by his lust for him to think rationally, but he sensed that what Marcia had said made sense. For a moment he felt genuine sorrow for having hurt her, but his moment of gentleness passed very quickly. His balls ached, and they seemed much more important than a little pain that he might have caused by biting a tit a little too hard. Marcia watched curiously as Michael lay back on the bed and looked at her. It seemed to him that he had done enough for her for the time being. Now it was his turn. "Eat me," he said.

Marcia looked at the strange man on the bed, his penis standing erect and pointing toward the wall behind his head. She usually resented being told what to do, but his cruelty and bluntness were exciting her in a way that she had almost forgotten.

And besides, his tall strong cock looked so inviting.

Marcia slid her hands up Michael's inner thighs. He gasped as her tongue darted out to make fleeting contact with his organ. As she licked it, her brow furrowed as she wondered about the strangeness of its taste. She did not know that part of Michael's pleasure stemmed from the knowledge that she was licking the same cock that had been fucking Steffi up the ass just a little while before. Ignorant of that fact, Marcia continued to lap wetly at Michael's organ to their mutual satisfaction.