Mia Beddington: Passionate sis

Marc was about to be sucked off by a chesty blonde nurse when the phone rang and woke him up.

He opened his eyes wide as the annoying ringing shattered his cherished privacy along with all hopes of ever finishing what promised to be a quite satisfying fantasy. Cock still in hand, he considered ignoring whatever intruder was daring to call him at this hour of the morning and falling back to sleep, back to the warm wet mouth of Nurse Bigtits. Instead, he picked up the phone and struggled to find his voice. "Hello?" he said sleepily.

"Good morning, lover," the voice on the other end said.

Marc's groggy brain was unable to match a face to the attractive voice. He wondered if it might be Nurse Bigtits herself.

"What time is it?" he asked, stalling until he could pull himself together sufficiently to recognize the caller.

"Nearly eight-thirty…"

Damn! He hated to wake up before eleven. Especially when he was on vacation. Especially when he was about to be eaten by Nurse Bigtits!

"Sorry to call so early," the voice went on, "but I woke up feeling horny as a bitch, and I wondered if maybe I could pop over to finish off what we started last night."

By this time. Marc had mustered enough presence of mind to identify the voice as being that of his bedroom companion from the night before, a perky little blonde named Marcia.

He was also aware of the fact that he was still clutching his own swollen cock in a tight sweaty fist. He massaged it gently as thoughts of the previous night began to fill his waking brain.

"Sure, baby," he said, urgently kneading his tool as memories of the previous night's adventures replaced his waking fantasies.

"Beautiful," Marcia cooed. "See you soon, my stallion."

She hung up, leaving Marc with a telephone receiver in one hand and a fistful of dick in the other. Returning the receiver to its cradle, he continued his firm massage with the other hand. His mouth widened into a smile as his now awake brain digested the fact that Marcia would soon be in bed beside him.

The irony of the situation, as Marc was by now well aware, was that Marcia was, in reality, none other than Nurse Bigtits. Her real name was Marcia Bigley, but she was a nurse and she most definitely had big tits. It was undoubtedly the latter which had attracted Marc in the first place.

Marc had been sitting in the Cozy Corners Tavern when those particular boobs first caught his eye. As usual, Marc had left work with a hard-on and a mad passion to get laid, and, as usual, he was sitting alone in the bar with no prospects. Then Marcia sat next to him.

Marcia had the biggest pair of tits Marc had ever seen in his life. She wore a tight silk blouse which she kept unbuttoned almost to the waist, exposing a deep cleavage into which Marc desperately yearned to shove his trembling hand. Even more exciting than the cleavage, however, were the huge pointy discs which seemed to stand erect at the front of each full boob. Marc could see the roundness and the redness of each darling nipple through the thinness of the blouse, and he wanted very badly to rip it off and free the poor things and treat them to the licking and sucking which they so obviously needed and deserved.

Marc's eyes traveled down the length of the girl's luscious body. She had crossed her legs now, hiking her tiny skirt up almost to her waist. It was obvious that she wore no stockings, and Marc imagined that she wore no panties either. Her thighs looked soft and creamy in perfect contrast to her hard, womanly calves, and Marc had to clutch his drink tightly in both hands to keep from shoving one of them rudely into her snatch.

The girl ordered a drink and turned coolly toward Marc, her big blue eyes studying him carefully as he tried hard to think of something to say.

"Hi," he said lamely, wondering why it always looked so easy in the movies.

The girl smiled broadly. Leaning over, she pressed her massive bazooms against Marc's chest and kissed him wetly on the mouth. The kiss was a short one, but it was rich and open-mouthed. "You're the shy type, huh?" she said.

"I guess so," Marc admitted. The girl directed her gaze to the visible bulge in Marc's crotch.

"It doesn't look to me like you have anything to be shy about," she said.

As she leaned over again, her fingers dropped to Marc's lap and rested there, applying gentle pressure as her lips again fastened themselves to Marc's hungry mouth. This time, he did not let her escape so easily. His tongue carefully explored the insides of her cheeks as she sucked at his mouth as if it were some kind of ripe fruit. Again, the kiss was not a long one, but before it was over she had succeeded in undoing his fly and freeing his swollen member. She held it firmly in her small fist and squeezed it gently as she pressed her breasts tighter against his chest. He imagined what it would be like to rub his cock up and down in the moist cleavage between those great melons.

She continued to rub the underside of his cock with her palm as she drew back and again looked him in the eye. His own palms sweated heavily as she alternately rubbed and squeezed him. He longed to plunge his shaft deep into the mysterious warm hole which was busily lubricating itself under the waist-high skirt. The girl seemed able to read his thoughts as she smiled and put her full lips to his ear.

"I'm Marcia," she whispered hotly, "and I would just love to eat your cock." Marc began to throb in earnest, but Marcia clenched his eager organ tightly. He winced slightly at the sudden unexpected pain.

"Not yet, lover-boy," Marcia said. "You're not going to waste a single drop of that sweet come in Marcia's hand. We're going to go to my place and see if you can't choke me with that big thing of yours."

Giving it one last squeeze, Marcia carefully returned the pulsing organ to Marc's pants and zipped him up. She took his hand and led him to the street. Marc was excited by aggressive women, but he silently swore not to be so docile later on. If he was going to be picked up by a woman in a bar, he was damn well going to let her known who the boss was when the moment of truth arrived.

Marcia lived a few blocks from the bar, and in a matter of minutes they were in her apartment. Marc stood silently to the side as Marcia locked and chained the door.

"All right, lover," she said. "Off with your pants. Marcia is ready to start eating dick."

Marc smiled, but instead of dropping his pants he grabbed Marcia firmly by the shoulders and pulled her tightly toward him.

"Hey, I…" But before she could finish her thought, Marc clamped his mouth to hers and dropped his hands to her buttocks. She had a full woman's ass, and Marc pressed it toward him, grinding his own eager crotch against hers. Her mouth tasted good as she stopped fighting and submitted to her own oral lust. As her passion began to peak, Marc pulled his mouth away in a gesture of dominance.

"You'll eat cock, all right," he said, "but you'll eat it when I'm good and ready."

He slid his hands under the skirt and discovered that he had been right in his guess about the panties. His hands were greeted not by a wisp of material but by firm woman's flesh. He cupped the warm cheeks in his hands, still forcing her to do a slow tight grind in front. As her breathing grew heavier, he knew that she was no longer the one in control. "Unzip me," she whispered urgently. He bit her lip and pushed his tongue hard into her mouth to remind her that she was no longer giving the orders. She winced, and he felt strangely repaid for the painful squeeze which she had given him back at the bar.