Mia Beddington - Passionate sis

"Now try some cunt on for size," she said, suddenly turning her body and sliding her still wet vagina down hard over Michael's erect cock. He gasped involuntarily as her powerful vaginal muscles grasped him firmly, sending new waves of delight coursing through his groin. Marcia began to bounce up and down, each movement a source of unspeakable pleasure for the supine Michael. He reached again for her swaying breasts and was amazed to feel that the massive tits seemed to have grown even larger with her passion. He massaged the nipples roughly as Marcia's ass rose and fell on his groin, pushing his prick ever harder and deeper into her hot damp cunt. It was her turn now to dig her nails viciously into his shoulders as she appreciated the warm glow a woman feels when her cunt is full of a healthy man's large erect cock. Michael didn't mind her nails at all, knowing that both of them were on the verge of what promised to be a pair of magnificent orgasms. Marcia cried out to him in a passion-choked voice as she continued her delightful bouncing.

"Come, already!" she screamed impatiently, "come, Goddamnit!"

Michael's sphincter tightened as his hips began to jerk to the rhythm of his inner pulsings. He watched the grimace of ecstasy on Marcia's face as he felt himself pumping fresh hot sperm into her cunt, and he was, to his own surprise, pleased to know that she was matching his sensational orgasm with an equally intense one of her own. When the initial explosions were over, she demonstrated the impressive muscular control of which she was apparently capable by tightly squeezing and releasing his softening prick several times in order not to miss a single precious drop of his bodily fluid. The smooth dampness of her muscular vagina felt very nice, and Michael heard himself sigh contentedly as Marcia slid her weight off his cock and lay down beside him.

"Thank you, lover," she said, kissing him first on the head of his cock and then tenderly on his lips. In a few moments, she was asleep.

Michael looked at the sleeping girl and thought about the events of the last half-hour. He was always slightly ashamed after having sex, and this time was proving to be no exception. This time he felt that he had more to worry about than ever before.

He had been weak. He had allowed himself to be sexually manipulated by a woman. So engrossed had he become in his lust that he had allowed her to fuck him on her terms rather than on his own. Michael had played his usual power games and he had lost. He felt used and very very ashamed.

The bitch, he thought, looking at her sleeping figure angrily. For a moment, he considered hurting her. Then he remembered just how used he had been.

He had revealed himself. She knew about his past and about the police. How much more had he told her? He couldn't remember. Should he kill her? He decided that he would certainly have to do something.

Michael took one last look at the lovely rising and falling of Marcia's chest as she slept. He longed once again to shove something up her hairy snatch, but he knew that there was no time left for that. The decision had been made.

When Marc and Steffi returned from their late breakfast, they approached Marc's bedroom door with understandable hesitation. To their surprise, it was open. They approached slowly and peeked in. Marcia was alone on the bed. "Marcia!" Marc called.

The girl, roused from sweet dreams of being screwed simultaneously by Marc looked up slowly and smiled sexily. "Good morning," she purred. She looked around and realized that alone in bed. "Where's Michael?" she asked. Steffi's eyes widened as she scanned the room for evidence of Michael's scant belongings. Her hand went to her mouth as the truth flashed on her. "Omigod!" she said. "He's gone!"

Marc's first thought when he realized that Michael was gone was good riddance. He decided to keep the thought to himself. He had not been fond of Michael from the first time he saw him, and Marc considered himself a rather good judge of character. If he had not been convinced by Michael's brashness in the bedroom, his irresponsible flight now convinced Marc that Michael was the sort of company which his sister would be much better off without. He knew that Steffi was not going to see things that way.

"Why would he run away?" Steffi wondered out loud.

It was Marcia's turn then to exhibit her understanding of Michael's mind. She told the other two how Michael had revealed his secrets to her, and even Steffi had to admit that it was not unlikely that Michael would be too paranoid to hang around after such a confession. Marc found it very difficult to take his eyes off of Marcia as she repeated the details to them at length. She was sitting up in bed, her arms crossed in front of her chest and her hair mussed sexily. Marcia glowed with the warm glow of a sexually satisfied woman, and Marc could not help but envy her for that. He was feeling horny again, having returned from a pleasant talk with the very sister who had blown him so well that morning. It embarrassed him now to wish as he did that his sister's tits were just a little larger, realizing that her small jiggling boobs were just right for her petite frame. It seemed to him that the best solution to the problem of what to do about Michael was for Steffi and him to get undressed, get into bed with the voluptuous Marcia, and forget all about Michael. Of course, he said nothing of the sort.

"We've got to look for him," Steffi said, interrupting Marc's fantasy of sharing his bed with his pretty sister and the busty nurse.

"Look, Steffi," he argued, "if Michael wants to run away, who are we to try and stop him? Besides, he can take care of himself."

"Oh, no," the girl responded. "You don't know him like I do. He needs my help, Marc. He's likely to do something crazy if we don't go and find him."

Marc knew that the things his sister was saying were true, but somehow it didn't seem so terribly important to him that Michael be kept out of trouble. Still, if it meant so much to Steffi… "Okay," he said. "Where do we start?" Steffi smiled and kissed her brother warmly on the lips.

"Well," she said, thinking hard, "one of his favorite spots in the city is the Naked Truth, you know, that discotheque downtown? There are lots of people there that might help him hide out. Somebody there is bound to know where he is."

Marc's attention was divided as he listened to his sister's advice and simultaneously watched Marcia slipping back into her clothes. He felt the pangs of horny despair as furry cunt and massive tit disappeared behind cloth and wool. Marcia smiled at him and winked before she spoke.

"I'm afraid you'll have to count me out," she said. "Duty calls, you know, and I've got to get back to work. I'll be in touch. Don't worry about a thing."

Marcia, now fully clothed, walked to the door and hesitated a moment before leaving.

"Nice meeting you, Steffi," she said. "I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot more of each other."

She smiled inwardly at her own double meaning and walked out.

Marc and Steffi stood in awkward silence for a moment before Marc finally spoke. "Let's get going," he said simply.

The Naked Truth was open most of the day and night six days a week. To the delight of its owners, it was nearly always full. Much of the credit for the Naked Truth's success went to the excellent bands which played live every night, to the owner's good taste in recorded music during the day, and, perhaps most of all, to the incredibly exciting gogo dangers who mingled with the customers day and night. It was rumored that some of the girls were not adverse to going into the back rooms with especially attractive customers, but whether the rumors were true or not, there was no end to the number of young men who went each night to try their luck. Marc had never been at the Naked Truth before.