Marc stared at Marcia with disbelief. Just an hour ago she had been the only thing on his mind, and now he could hardly even think of her name. He blinked his eyes and cleared his throat, hoping to be able to focus his still blurry eyes and to find his voice before he would have to speak to the woman in the doorway.
"I really am a little surprised at you," she said. "I mean, I know I had to leave you abruptly last night, but I did call and I did say I was coming right over. You might have had the decency to wait a little while."
Marc tried to consider the scene objectively and realized that it looked pretty bad. Marcia had called him just a little while ago to invite herself over, and here he was in bed with a beautiful naked girl. Marc looked at Steffi and was strangely gratified to see her blush a deep red.
"And I would have thought that if you really needed to get fucked that badly that you might at least have stuck to women!" Marcia added.
Marc winced at this observation. He had completely forgotten for the moment that he was caught in bed not only with a beautiful young girl but with the seedy shaggy haired Michael as well. Marc knew that his explanation was going to be entirely reasonable, but under the circumstances he was not at all sure how well Marcia was going to take it.
"Marcia," he said at last, "I'd like you to meet my sister Steffi."
Marcia's scowl was replaced by a smile at what seemed to her to be the incredible audacity of Marc's story.
"And I suppose this is your long lost brother?" she asked sarcastically, jerking her pretty head toward Michael.
"No," he said, a bit irritated by her joke, "this is Steffi's friend Michael."
For his part, Michael was oblivious to the wit and the anger which was being displayed around him. Oblivious to the absurdity of the situation in which he was caught, Michael was fascinated by the woman who still stood in the doorway. Wearing the same miniskirt in which she had met Marc the night before, Marcia stood with her massive chest protruding proudly, each firm full breast pressing against the material of her tight sweater like a wool covered mountain. Michael licked his lips lasciviously. If there was anything he liked as much as fucking warm twat it was licking large tits. He rubbed his own erection as he imagined shoving it up this one.
Marcia, of course, was unaware of the fantasies which dwelled in the seedy stranger's sick mind. "Marc," she said, placing her hands enticingly on her hips, "I am no stranger to the world of sex. I have fucked and been fucked by some of the best and some of the worst. Along the way, I have heard some pretty strange stories, come-ons, and excuses. But, if I may say so, this is undoubtedly the biggest cock and bull story I've ever heard in my life!"
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.
Suddenly, Marcia enclosed the head of his cock fully in her mouth, still eagerly licking it on the sides and around the hole. As she sucked, she began to move her head up and down, swirling her tongue about in exquisite circles as she continually increased the force of her suction. Michael began to squeeze the girl's shoulders as her wet lips and tongue worked furiously on his enflamed organ. Once again, he was paying for his pleasure with pain, and once again Marcia was finding his behavior intolerable.
"Michael," she said, pulling her head away, "don't squeeze so hard!"
Michael felt himself grow angry at her interruption of his pleasure. He put his hands behind her head and pulled it down into his crotch. "More!" he commanded.
Again, Marcia began to suck on his member. As she ran her tongue along the length of his throbbing vein, Michael again found himself tightly clutching at the girl's shoulders. She tried to get up, but this time he held her head in his lap, hoping that she would forget about the pain and continue to treat him to the incomparable delight of a first-rate blow job. Marcia did not see things quite that way and instead sunk her teeth into the tender flesh of his organ. Michael cried out in pain and the girl pulled away.
"Listen," she said angrily, "no more bullshit! If you want somebody to hurt, you can count me out. What's the matter with you, anyway?"
Suddenly, the pain no longer seemed that important. Michael looked tenderly at the girl. No one had ever asked him what the matter was before.
"Do you really want to know?" he asked.
"Sure," she replied, putting her horniness aside for the moment in order to hear his story.
And Michael started to talk like he had never talked before. He told her about his parents and about the bad friends he had and about how he knew Steffi and about dealing pot and about how the police were looking for him and about how he was going to hide out in Marc's house for a few days. Marcia listened quietly, and when he finished she looked at him compassionately and tried to find words to relieve him of the embarrassment he obviously felt at having poured out his soul to a strange woman.
"And now," she said softly, "you're horny again."
"And now," he said unsmilingly, "I'm horny again."
"Well," she declared, a twinkle in her eye, "let's not waste anymore time talking about it. Let's get down to some serious Goddamn fucking!"
She thought she saw Michael almost smile as she flung herself back on the bed, her thighs parted and her arms extended in welcome. In a moment he was on top of her, his mouth on hers and his hands greedily cupping the fleshy cheeks of her full bottom. For a moment, they were each content just to lie there, holding on tightly to another human being who cared. Before long, the comfortable closeness of warm flesh reminded them both that they needed much more than just an affectionate embrace.
Suddenly, Michael sprang up in bed. Anxious though he was to sink his shaft into her hot damp cunt, he was aware of his sudden need to bring the girl to orgasm with his tongue. Kneeling between Marcia's spread legs, he placed a hand on each thigh and began to slowly slide his palms up and down the length of her lovely long legs, carefully avoiding the hairy juncture which she was now so eager to have him touch. Staring intently at her furry crotch, Michael was pleased to see the beads of perspiration which were beginning to accumulate in the wiry blonde hairs as he continued to caress her soft inner thighs, moving ever closer to her eager slit, but never quite making contact with it. Marcia moaned with frustration and cast pleading glances at her torturer as he continued to arouse her without attacking the ultimate source of her fulfillment. Michael moved his teasing fingers ever closer to her womanhood, greatly enjoying the big-breasted girl's anguished squirming. Finally, she could take no more of his teasing.
"Eat me, you son of a bitch!" she finally cried out desperately, echoing his earlier command more with need than with authority.
Michael swelled with inner satisfaction now as he slowly began to ease his head down toward her hairpie. His nose a mere inch from her lusciousness, he could smell the sweet juices which her cunt had been secreting in preparation. She writhed and twisted as his moustache tickled her labia, but still he withheld his tongue as he continued to stroke the soft warm flesh of her inner thighs with his fingertips. When he sensed that her lust had grown unbearable, Michael dropped his face fully into her lap and buried his tongue deep into the wet folds of her cunt.
Marcia cried out loud as the long awaited relief finally arrived, and Michael was determined to eat her out so well that she would be forced to admit that he could eat cunt better than most men could fuck. Licking her thoroughly, he tried not to miss a single tasty inch of her moist vaginal walls. The girl grew unbelievably wet as his tongue snaked up and down, in and out, exploring the full width and depth of her entire delicious cunt.
"My clit!" she moaned urgently. "Suck my clit!"
Michael was more than willing to cooperate. Closing his lips on her erect organ, he could feel Marcia shudder as he whipped his tongue about, lashing furiously at her tiny pink clitoris. His chin and moustache were sopping wet now and his own level of arousal was very high, but he was determined to see her come before he made her attend to his own very pressing needs. He licked and sucked as the girl arched her back, her fists tightly clenched in the unbearable tension.
"Faster!" she gasped. "Faster!"
Michael licked her harder and faster as if he wanted to lap up her juices as fast as she could produce them. Her tight fists began to pound the sides of the bed now as she rapidly approached her breaking point. Michael's tongue lapped mercilessly at her soggy slit, his mouth full of the fluids of her passion. His own lust was growing unbearable as well and, as he swallowed down the sticky sweet juices, he silently prayed that she would come soon. And come she did! Michael wondered if she wasn't going to wrench his tongue out of his mouth as her body jerked and bounced in spasmodic ecstasy. The bed creaked loudly under the rhythmic surging of Marcia's hips as the ultimate joys of Michael's tongue-lashing took their toll on her already overly-stimulated body.
"Good, good, good!" was all she could moan as her violent orgasm seemed to simultaneously tense and relax every muscle in her body. When it was finally over, she lay very still, exhausted but obviously very, very satisfied.
"Lie down with me," she whispered in what sounded like the voice of a little girl.
Michael was pleased that the girl's last suggestion had sounded more like a request than a command. Those feelings which he had had earlier, which vaguely resembled respect, were by now heavily over-shadowed by his lust. No longer remembered as the woman who cared about his troubles, she had been reduced in his mind to being just another piece of meat to jack off into. He lay down beside her and was immediately embraced by warm and passionate arms.
"Now," she said, blissfully unaware of the strange workings of Michael's mind, "I'm going to thank you."
With unanticipated energy, Marcia sprang up and knelt over him, her smooth round buttocks at his face. Taking his cock firmly in both hands, she began to massage his organ lovingly, almost as if she were milking it. Michael reached around for a handful of tit, and the two of them rubbed and caressed each other's sensitive parts in complete silence for several minutes. Marcia moved her hands to his balls as she finally spoke.
"And now, my dear," she said, "I believe that I will suck you off."
Michael's heart began to pound when he heard the girl's blunt announcement of her intentions. Meanwhile, Marcia had once again enveloped his cock in warm wet lips as she continued to gently rotate his tingling balls in her palms. She sucked on his member as if it were a lollipop, being extra sure to lick it firmly around the great red head. Michael could feel the throbbing in his vein as Marcia licked it up and down, up and down, sucking on the entire organ at the same time. To Michael's surprise, she had succeeded in grasping the entire length of his shaft in her mouth, and he could feel the smooth inner walls of her cheeks on his cock as the exquisite sucking continued. It was Michael's turn now to clench his fists tightly as Marcia began to alternately suck and blow on his organ, causing shivers of pleasure to race up and down the length of his entire body. He could feel the beginnings of the familiar pulsing when the girl suddenly pulled her head away.
"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!"