John Kellerman: Sisters in heat

Sam laughed. He was moving the other dildo down between her thighs, very close to her cunt. Again Marcia tried to roll off of her stomach, but Sam had forced her legs apart and was holding them down with his own as he bent down to her ass with the quivering vibrator… slipping it now against the outer lips of her cunt.

She felt the slickened membranes of her pussy part slightly around the pressure of the bullet. The plastic grew slick instantly from the hot cunt-juice. If only she could stop the cunt-juice from seeping out.

"Like that, Marcia?"

She tugged at the silk around her wrists. It didn't loosen. The bullet was being pushed up and down the outer edges of her pussy. She was panting hard, fighting off the excitement.

"Ohhh… please let me go home!" She let herself cry completely, let the sobs buck her stomach hard. "Ohhh nooo… don't do that!"

The dildo was slipping deeper. Sam was forcing the vibrator down over her clit. A sudden sensation hit her like nothing she'd ever felt in her life. Even when she'd sprayed water on her cunt while bathing, she'd never felt anything quite so furious.

Tendrils of thrilling pleasure connected her nipples to her cunt. She felt them stiffen out against the coarse bedspread. And when she tried to turn again, the friction over her nipples made her gasp. The tickling tip of the dildo touched her clit again and she arched her back until her belly and tits were barely touching the bed at all.

She shivered as Sam drove the vibrator in circles around the base of her swelling clitoris.

"God… noooo. Please… Ohhhh please, please." Sam had worked the smooth dildo down to the mouth of her cunt and was tracing the taut muscles that controlled the opening. Marcia knew that she wasn't like other females when it came to sex. A doctor might call her neurotic. She was afraid of that place in her body, that soft, slick hole. A man had put his cock halfway into her cunt three years ago.

So now with this plastic prick working in her cunt, Marcia felt the old panic, the old fears flooding her again. Of course she wasn't normal. How could any normal girl let herself come to a hotel room with… with someone like Sam Philbert.

"Christ in heaven… Ohhhh God help me…!"

The vibrator was slipping through her cuntlips. She tightened them more and tried to climb higher on the bed. But Sam was laughing again, digging his fingers into her thigh.

"It hurts!"

She could feel the thing entering her cunt. She could feel the drenched slick membranes suck close to the smooth shape, could feel her pussy responding to the new hardness inside. The dildo was going so deep! It was scary and strange and terribly insistent that buzzing, tingling sensation. And then she felt the rough base of the vibrator, felt it slipping inside past her cuntlips. No! That was impossible!

"NO! It's clear inside. Uhhhh!"

"Six inches of plastic cock, baby."

Sam laughed, pulling his finger gingerly out of her cunt as the opening closed down.

"You've got fantastic muscles in your cunt, you know it? Like some virgin or something. I don't think you've been fucked much, at least not by anyone with much meat."

He laughed again, wiped her asscheeks with his buttery fingers. Marcia could only make choking sounds and work her pelvis in wild circles as the hidden vibrator inside her hot cunt sent frenzied burst of pleasure through her body. It was trapped up there inside her pussy. She couldn't get it out… she knew she couldn't.

"I'll die with that thing inside me… it's wrong… you've got to take it out!"

But Sam was moving around in front of her again. He rolled her onto her side. She closed her mind against the fantastic thrills that spread from her pussy, spread up her belly and down the insides of her thighs. Her mouth fell open and she slobbered onto the sheet.

"It… it's driving me crazy… take it… out… Uhhh!"

"It feels good, doesn't it?"

"No! Take it out… Ohhhh!" She squirmed her ass. But when she moved, the muscles inside her cunt folded and sucked around the invading dildo. Her pussy tightened and relaxed, tight and loose like it was milking at the plastic cock.

"Ohhhh… Ahhhh… I don't know what's happening. I feel so weak… so terribly weak!"

"Tell me how it feels, baby. Tell Sam how it feels."

"No… it feels wrong. It feels good… NO!"

"You said it!" He laughed. "I heard you, you dumb bitch."

Her heat increased, the lovely hot tickle grew hotter yet. She tried to squeeze the cock-like thing from her insides. Bitch. Why had that word made everything more intense, more pleasurable.

She shook her head, felt Sam opening her mouth with his fingers. She could smell her own cunt-juice on his fingers.

The shreds of her ruined panties dangled around her swollen cuntlips as she tried to work that awful thing free from her pussy. But her movements only added increased fire to the throbbing pressure that seized her now. She was no longer a person with free will. She was slave to that tickle inside her. Her mouth was open, drool spilling out.

Then Sam was on his side, keeping her on her side, pushing her down as he slid upwards so that his cock.

"Ohhhh… please… mmmm!"

His swollen cock glided over the surface of her spasming tongue. There was a sky rocket up inside her cunt… she was on the tip of it riding through space. And Sam's thick prick was forcing the muscles of her throat apart.

She gagged and her throat closed down spasmodically around the spongy crown. Sam gave a growl of pleasure.

"Suck my cock good, you bitch!"

"Mmmmm… ahhhh!"

Marcia sucked wildly. She knew it was not really her there with a cock in her mouth and something else up inside wet pussy. It was another part of her, a part she'd never met. She didn't want to run her tongue up the veined, swollen cock that burst her cheeks. But she did.

She lapped hungrily at the hard, hot cock, fluttered her tongue hard against the taut head of his prick. She sucked because when she stopped, Sam forced her head forward, forced his prick deep, deep into her throat like he was doing now. She bucked and jerked as the gagging reflex took over in her mind. Sam began to slide his hips forward and back. She lay on her side, so weak… so weak, and yet burning as the itching goodness burst in her cunt.

She pretended not to be so afraid and she wasn't. She didn't have to pretend to like what was happening to her cunt. The ravishing pleasure was beyond her control. Her pussy was jerking tight around the slick plastic of the vibrator and she tossed wildly on the bed, flopping her firm ass around.

Sam's prick had swollen larger than before. It was stretching her lips, sliding against the roof of her mouth when he stabbed his hips forward. And when it jammed her throat full, the gagging spasms were not quite so intense now. She didn't like that part of it, but the panic was gone.

There was a cock in her mouth, a large, male cock. It was full of blood and hot and spongy. When she danced her tongue along the crown, the sensation excited her as much as it seemed to excite Sam. There was nothing in her experience anything close to it. That prick felt so different, so out of place there between her lips… and yet strangely comfortable too. But the fire between her legs was making it hard to concentrate on doing what Sam liked.

Her mouth went slack… her tongue lobed loosely against the pisshole at the tip of the glistening, domed glans. Sam grunted with pent-up lust, ramming his hips forward.

"Ohhhh," she gasped, straining to free her hands, trying to twist her mouth free.

She was spinning in space, her sweat-slick thighs clamping together, then bounding apart as the vibrator surged against her clit, trembled against the convulsed, aching muscles that held it deep against the mouth of her womb.