At dinner that night with the Morgans, Marcia found that she could not keep her mind off the great afternoon she had spent with Steve. What a fuck he was! She could hardly wait until the next time she could slip over there for another session of fucking and sucking.
Mrs. Morgan interrupted the young girl's horny thoughts with a request to pass the peas.
"How did your day go today, Marcia?" the older woman asked her as she scooped a helping of peas onto her plate.
"Oh, fine. I met one of my new neighbors."
"Oh, who was it?"
"Steve – the guy with the beard."
"He's a nice man," Mrs. Morgan said. "I understand he's recently separated from his wife, though."
"Wife hell," Mr. Morgan said around a mouthful of food. "If they were married I'm the Queen of England."
The Morgans went on to chat about the sexual attitudes of the younger generation and Marcia slipped back into her lascivious thoughts. As she ate her dinner of roast beef, mashed potatoes, and peas she thought of how it felt to have a hard prick pounding into her little pussy.
She was so engrossed in her fantasy that she did not at first notice the slight nudge somebody was giving her calf under the dinner table. When the rough caresses continued she pulled herself out of her sexual fantasy and looked across the table to where Peter and Tina sat. The young boy was silently staring down into his plate as he picked away at his food.
The little imp! Marcia thought.
She pressed her leg against the ankle that was playing with her calf and thought of how nice it would be to slip into Peter's room when everybody was in bed and fucked him until dawn. She wondered briefly if he was a virgin and then realized it didn't matter. He certainly wouldn't be when she got through with him!
The slight pressure on her calf was doing marvelous things to her pussy. She delighted in the wet, sloppy feeling she felt in her little, hair-fringed cunt gap.
Marcia glanced over at Tina, Peter's quiet, red-haired sister and was surprised to see the young girl give her a knowing little smile. Did the girl know what the younger boy was doing under the table? Perhaps they had talked about it beforehand, Marcia knew that a lot of brothers and sisters were very close that way.
As if by accident, Marcia knocked her butter knife off the table and onto the floor. Muttering an apology, she bent to pick it up, and was surprised to see that it wasn't Peter who was so sensually playing footsie with her, but Tina!
God, Marcia thought, is this girl a dyke?
As she sat back up in her chair, Marcia accidentally pushed her leg even harder against Tina's. She could have killed herself for that, because now Tina was encouraged enough to raise her foot up and rest it on Marcia's chair, her toes lightly pressing into the girl's sensitive crotch.
Marcia knew she couldn't make a scene now everybody would be embarrassed and Tina's parents would have to take their daughter's side. So she decided to finish her meal as quickly as possible and talk to Tina about it later.
As she quickly ate away at her food, Tina's stockinged toes pressed into her crotch with a steady, silent rhythm. Marcia tried to ignore it, but she suddenly realized bow truly enjoyable it was. She felt her cunt grow soft and sticky with the dull hunger that lust always inspired in her. As if she could no longer control her body, Marcia felt herself spreading her thighs wide and pushing her pussy up against the ball of Tina's foot. It felt so good!
She realized she didn't want the young girl to quit what she was doing.
Before she could think about what was happening to her, dinner was over and everybody was leaving the table. The young girl's foot was gone from her crotch, and she was right on the brink of cumming.
"I think I'm going to go to bed early tonight," Tina said as she made her way from the dining room.
"Okay, dear," Mrs. Morgan said.
"I'm pretty worn out, too," Marcia said. "Do you mind if I talk to you for a while before we sack out, Tina?"
"Not at all."
As Marcia followed her foster sister down the hall and into her bedroom, she was certain she heard Mrs. Morgan comment to her husband on how nice it was that the two girls seemed to be getting along so well.
"Welcome to the inner sanctum," Tina said as she closed and locked her bedroom door behind Marcia.
"It's, uh, it's a nice room."
The walls of the room were covered with posters and art prints and drawings. It was one of those rooms that had a dozen interesting things to look at. However, Marcia found that all she really wanted to look at was the skinny young red-haired girl who stood in the center of the room, casually sliding her hand up and down her crotch.
"I'm really horny, Marcia."
"God, Tina, I've never done anything like this."
Tina giggled, a little girl giggle and flopped down on her bed. She patted the bed beside her and moved a huge stuffed bear so Marcia would have room to sit beside her.
"I saw you earlier, Marcia," she said.
"I, uh, I don't know what you mean."
"In the back yard. When you took your shirt off in the sun and played with yourself. I was in the kitchen doing the dishes and I thought of how nice it would be to play with your tits and lick your cunt for you. I was going to go outside and join you but then Steve showed up. Did you have a good time with him?"
"Oh, him. Yes, I had a marvelous time."
"I wouldn't know anything about that sort of thing," Tina said, reaching a hand around Marcia's shoulders and pulling her close. "I've never been with a man."
"You should try it sometime," Marcia said, giggling up at the young girl. "It's really a lot of fun." Tina pushed Marcia down onto the bed and slid her hand along the crotch of the dark haired girl's pants.
"What can a guy do to you that I can't?"
"You don't have a cock," Marcia answered quickly, unbuttoning her pants and sliding them down her thighs.
"No, that's true, but I do have a mouth, and a tongue, and hands, and a pussy."
As if to prove it to her, Tina slid her pants and underwear off and showed Marcia her pussy. It was so cute, what with the little patch of curly red pubic hairs, that Marcia just had to reach out and touch it. Tina fell back on the bed and spread her thighs to her young friend's exploring fingers. Marcia touched and pressed, letting her fingers caress and play at will, wherever they felt like wandering.
"That's so nice, Marcia."
"Yes, it is," Marcia agreed.
She fell down onto the floor so she was at eye level with Tina's open pussy and stared into it. It was so soft, so pink and moist. Tina slid around on the bed so her ass was perched on it and her legs hung over the edge, spread wide and inviting.
"Do you mind if I kiss it?" Marcia asked her friend.
"I'd be sad if you didn't."
Marcia pushed her nose up against the hot little hair-fringed gash and darted her tongue out. The smell of it put her off at first, but the sweetly sour taste more than made up for it. She would have never thought that she would ever go down on another girl. But here she was and actually enjoying it!
She darted and fluttered her pink little tongue in and out of the young girl's pussy. Tina writhed on the bed and made moaning, guttural sounds. Marcia knew how she felt. Having her pussy eaten was one of the finest things she could think of. At times she knew she could even prefer it to straight fucking.
Tina's pussy was becoming wet and sloppy now. Marcia tried her best to sop up all the flowing juices and swallow them down, but the more she licked and sucked at the little cunt, the wetter it became.
"Oh, Marcia, that feels so good, so fucking good, Christ, I'm so glad you're doing it to me!"
"I am too, Tina," Marcia moaned into the hairy little pussy.
The dark-haired girl slid her hands under Tina's thighs and pulled them over her shoulders so they slid down her back. She loved the way that felt, the way those firm young thighs rested so easily – and so sexily – on her back. She began caressing Tina's young torso with her hands, kneading the soft young meat as if she were a baker working on a vat of bread dough. Her hands worked up higher and higher on the young girl until she reached her almost non-existent tits. The nipples were so hard, so yearning to be pinched and tickled.
"Oh Marcia, that's so fucking great honey, so wonderful, just keep playing with my tits, keep doing that honey, God, keep playing with me – keep eating me!"
The red-haired girl began to buck and hump wildly on the bed now, pushing her young cunt up into Marcia's juice-drenched face. Marcia kept fucking away at her with her nose and lips and chin, delighting in the moist warmth that continued to grow in her own cunt. She closed her eyes and thought of how great it was to fuck another girl – and such a pretty girl, too! She didn't think it was wrong, didn't really care if it was wrong, because she knew that anything that felt so mind-blowingly good could not be bad, no matter what anybody said.
"Fuck me, God, Marcia, fuck my little pussy, yeah, God, I'm gonna cum!"
Marcia knew she would never be a dyke she liked the feel of a cock inside her little pussy too much to ever do that. But she also knew that whenever she found a pretty woman who was willing to spread her thighs and lay back on a bed, she would be all to willing to go down on her and make her cum.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming, Marcia!"
Tina pounded her pussy up into Marcia's face just a few more times, and then fell back on the bed, limp and satiated. Marcia stayed on the floor between her young friend's spread thighs, licking like a contented kitten at the pungent juices that covered the open, hair fringed cunt.
"Marcia," Tina said in a little girl voice, "could you come up here?"
"I'd cum anywhere at the moment, Tina," Marcia said with a little giggle.
Tina laughed and helped her friend up on the bed beside her. The two girls giggled together and Marcia fell into her young lover's arms. She rubbed her full, heaving tits against Tina's little, huge nippled ones. It was amazing, how good it felt, feeling her tits rubbing up against another girl.
Tina pushed Marcia's legs apart with her hands and slid in between them, pushing her own little sloppy cunt up against Marcia's.
"Do you like that?" she asked.
"You know I do."
"I'm glad."
Marcia splayed her thighs apart as far as possible and wrapped herself around the young girl. Tina's hard little hillock of bone and hair pushed into her open pussy, sending shivers of delight down Marcia's spine and into her ass.
Their cunts ground together, eliciting squeals of joy and delight from both of them. Tina lowered her head on Marcia's chest as she fucked away at her with her sloppy, grinding pussy and wrapped her lips around one of the dark-haired girl's hard nipples. The sensations in Marcia's body were unbelievable – a mouth on her tit, and a cunt fucking into her open pussy-gash – it was amazing what this little girl was doing to her!
She lay back on the bed and let Tina crawl on her like a man would do. She wrapped her thighs lazily around the skinny girl and ground her pussy against the hard bony hump which pounded into her. Tina was sucking away at her other tit now, pulling at it with her soft lips and caressing it with her tender hands.
"Fuck me, fuck me, Tina," Marcia moaned. "God, just keep doing it!"
Tina humped into her for what seemed like hours, then stopped suddenly and crawled off her.
"What are you doing?" Marcia asked, almost silently.
"I want to do something else."
Marcia watched as the skinny girl climbed around on the bed and atop her in a new position. Her knees rested on either side of Marcia's shoulders now and her face was down at the dark-haired girl's pussy.
"We can eat each other now," Tina explained.
At the first touch of Tina's mouth on Marcia's exposed pussy, the full-tittied girl jumped with a quiver of delight. She grasped Tina's ears with her hands and pulled her down into her cunt. The tongue which slithered along the sensitive flesh of her pussy-gash left her feeling helpless and almost marvelously alive. She knew that this was what life was all about.
She stared up into the cunt which was open only inches above her face. She knew that when she shot her tongue up into it, Tina would feel the exact same sensations she had. She knew that Tina would feel as if the whole world was given to her, as if every nerve in her body was jumping and alive with incredible lust.
She took her hands from her lover's head and rested them on the soft white cheeks of the ass which was positioned so perfectly above her. She pulled Tina's pussy down to her and, pursing her lips, gave the young girl a long, lingering kiss directly on her pink pussy-gash.
"Ohhhhhh, Marcia, that's it, God, just keep doing that to me, God…"
Marcia felt Tina's tongue slither into her and at the same moment she shot her own tongue as deeply into the girl's cunt as it could go. She was delighted with the way her young friend moaned and bounced about atop her.
Tina was no longer supporting her weight on her hands and knees. She was resting on Marcia's full, rounded body now, pushing her tongue into the cunt beneath her mouth and humping back into the face which ate away at her cunt. She began to rock back and forth on the young girl, growling and moaning like an animal. Marcia felt an orgasm begin to well up within her then. Tina found the dark-haired girl's little clitoris and went to work on it with a renewed fervor.
"That's the spot, Tina. Christ! That's it! Tongue it! Tongue that spot, lover!"
Marcia could think about nothing anymore, nothing save the wonderful feeling which enveloped her. Tina's cunt lay open above her but she could no longer kiss it, could no longer suck and tongue it. She ground the palms of her hands into the bed and clutched at the sheets. Her pelvis arched up into Tina's face with almost a will of its own. She jerked her head back and forth on the bed and mewled and panted.
"That's the spot, lover – that's it! Just keep doing it to me, baby!"
Tina was fucking Marcia's tender little cunt with her whole face now, with her lips, her tongue, with her chin and nose. She kept a constant humping rhythm up right against Marcia's throbbing little cunt.
Marcia's whole body pulsed now with the orgasm which she was on the brink of. She continued to buck her pounding cunt up into Tina's face and felt it sweep through her with a force quite unlike anything she had ever before experienced. She was about to cum!
"God, Tina! Tina, fuck, do it to me – this is it, fuck, shit, here goes – unnnnggggggg – God this is it, baby, Christ, I'm cummmmmmmiiiinnnnnngggggggg!"
Her cunt exploded then as if a stick of dynamite had just gone off in it. The orgasm pounded through her like waves upon a rocky shore. Her whole body jumped and jolted. She pounded the bed with her fists and then, finally fell back, totally reined.
"Oh Tina, thank you so much. Thank you, lover, that was so fucking good."
Marcia could feel the young girl smile as she licked up the juices, which flowed from the cunt, which had so recently exploded in ecstasy.
"I'm glad you liked it, Marcia. I know I did when you made me cum."
Marcia smiled and patted Tina's slender flank. "We're going to have to do this more often, I think," she said.
Later that night, after leaving Tina, Marcia walked through the dark, silent house to the bathroom which was right beside Mr. and Mrs. Morgan's bedroom. Marcia silently slipped into the john and as she sat on the toilet she thought of how much fun she had had with Tina. She decided that being bisexual was the greatest thing in the world. It doubled the number of people she could fuck.
Just before flushing the toilet, the young girl heard a low-voiced curse come from the other side of the wall which separated the bathroom from her foster parents' bedroom. It was answered by a sharp, higher pitched retort and then, surprisingly, the sound of something being shattered. Intrigued, Marcia moved next to the wall and placed her ear against it.
"It's just not any fun, Carl," she heard Mrs. Morgan say.
"What do you mean, baby. It's the greatest thing in the world," Mr. Morgan answered.
"Well, not for me."
"I can't believe that. You used to enjoy it." There was a long, silence, and Marcia pressed her ear up even tighter against the wall.
"I never liked it, Carl," Mrs. Morgan said finally.
"Sure you did!"
"No, Carl, I've always faked it, just, well, just to make you happy."
Mr. Morgan cursed and called her a foul name. There was another long silence.
"Well, what am I supposed to do?" he said at last.
"I don't see what you're complaining about, Carl," Mrs. Morgan said. "I let you do it to me at least once or twice a week."
"I like to fuck every night, dammit."
"I'm sorry, but I don't."
They were silent then, and when Marcia decided there was nothing more to hear, she slipped out of the bathroom without flushing the toilet.
As she made her way back to her room, she thought of how horny Mr. Morgan must be getting. She also thought of how much fun it would be to teach Mrs. Morgan to like sex.