Achingly horny, she left the bathroom and wandered into the bedroom still naked. Her roommate Marsha was lying on her stomach on the bed, doing her nails. Marsha was wearing a filmy baby doll nightie that somehow had scrunched up over the ripe pale moons of her ass. God, you'd think she was expecting some guy to come over and fuck her tonight, Kirstie thought. Why do you suppose she decided to wear that?
Standing there looking at Marsha's beautiful bare ass, Kirstie suddenly realized that her cunt was wet. She knew she was horny because of her shower reverie. But this was more than that. Good God, don't be silly! she told herself. You've never felt anything like that before. It's just dreaming about Rickie's huge dong that's got you all heated up like this.
But she couldn't take her eyes off Marsha's full taut asscheeks, and her long shapely legs. The two of them had been roommates far about six months. They had always been naturally modest about not being naked in front of each other. In fact, Kirstie realized, this was the first time she had thoughtlessly come into the room naked when Marsha was there. It was also the first time Marsha had worn anything so revealing in front of her. But Marsha's other nighties were probably in the wash, she told herself.
Marsha didn't seem to notice that Kirstie had come into the room. And Kirstie couldn't take her eyes off her roommate's perky round ass. She was shocked when she realized what she wanted to do. I want to put my hands and mouth all over it! she thought. And squeeze it and kiss it and suck it…
God, I've never felt anything like that! Why should I want to do that! It's sick! Trying to control herself, she walked over and pulled Marsha's nightie down over her luscious bottom.
"You'd better watch out, kid," she joked. "You'll have every sailor for ten miles ringing our bell."
Marsha glanced up from her wet nails. It was only when Kirstie saw her eyes that she realized she was still naked. Marsha seemed hypnotized by her body. Her roommate's eyes fastened on her full breasts and large puffy nipples and didn't move. Then, suddenly, Marsha too seemed to realize what she was doing. She shook her head, as if to shake it off, and turned away.
"I… I'm sorry," she stammered. "I… didn't realize…"
Her hands shook as she started applying polish again. It went on her fingers instead of the nails.
"Oh shit!" she said. "Look what I'm doing!" She looked up at Kirstie, showing her the botched job. "This is the second time I've started. I don't know what's got into me tonight."
"Would you like me to do them for you?" Kirstie asked.
"Would you?"
The hot blood hammered through Kirstie's body as she sat down on the bed and took one of Marsha's hands. She was still stark naked. The fact that she had not offered to put anything on was very apparent to both of them. Her firm upswept breasts bobbed only inches from Marsha's face. Marsha's hand shook in hers. Kirstie was so nervous that she was nearly as bad as Marsha at putting on the polish. But she tried to pretend she was calm.
"Oh shit!" she said as she smudged it. "Look, I'm almost as bad as you."
She wiped off the mistake and started over. She could feel Marsha staring at her body. She didn't dare look the girl in the eye. What are we doing! she moaned to herself. What the hell are we doing!
"Could I… ask you something, Kirstie?" Marsha finally said, breaking the nervous silence.
"Of course."
"It's… it's a little personal. You won't get mad?"
"I'll try my best not to."
"Do you… do you come every time you do it with some guy?"
Kirstie flushed and felt her blood race even faster. She didn't know why the question excited her so much. She tried hard to maintain the illusion that she was very calm.
"Not every time," she said softly. "But I do if they give me half a chance."
Marsha didn't reply. She seemed shy, as if thinking it over. Kirstie looked at her and saw Marsha staring at her nipples. The girl's stare seemed to make them throb.
"Why do you ask?" Kirstie said, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Because I… never do."
"Never?"
Marsha shook her head.
"Come on now, I can't believe that. Not even once?"
Marsha shook her head again. Kirstie didn't know if Marsha wanted to pursue it, or if she was too embarrassed to go on. She felt her own cunt gushing with juice though, and she knew what that meant. Marsha was a beautiful girl with a luscious body. Only moments ago Kirstie had wanted to fall on her lovely exposed ass and kiss it and squeeze it. Now all she could hear was a mad voice inside her head saying over and over. If they can't do it, I can! I can make you come! I can make you come and come!
Actually, though, she didn't know whether she could or not. She had never fucked with another girl before. Never even wanted to. She didn't even know why she wanted to now. I wonder what I'd do, she thought. To make her come. Eat her?
Instead of being sickening, as she thought it would, the idea was fantastically exciting! Her pussy got so gushy and prickly that she had to squeeze her thighs together to make the feeling bearable. Marsha's eyes were murky and hot. She saw Kirstie squeezing her thighs.
"What's the matter?" she asked softly.
"The way you're looking at my titties," Kirstie whispered. "Like you want to."
Marsha licked her sensual lips. "Kiss them?" she whispered back. "Touch them?"
Kirstie closed her eyes, then opened them again quickly. She couldn't believe what was happening. Oddly, she remembered the open nail polish bottle on the bed between them. Her fingers reached out and grabbed it so it wouldn't spill.
"Yes," she gasped quietly.
"You're nipples are so big. And soft," Marsha murmured.
"I… know," Kirstie said, feeling foolish.
She ached with the desire to feel Marsha's sensual lips on them. Men had said the same thing to her before. Her brother Rick had said it. It was thinking about him that had got her into this whole business. She felt confused. Something was going to happen that she had never dreamed would happen. And she knew she wasn't going to lift a finger to stop it.
"Here, let me put this out of the way," she said, puffing the nail polish bottle and brush on the bedstand.
When she leaned back Marsha had moved closer to her. Marsha's hands moved up to Kirstie's full naked breasts and cupped them from beneath. Her eyes burned into Kirstie's, swimming with hot questions.
"Do you mind?" she whispered.
"No," Kirstie breathed.
She watched Marsha's face descending. She sighed with pleasure as Marsha's mouth caressed the upper slopes of her breasts, and kissed the deep valley between them. She held her breath, trembling. Marsha's slow tenderness was nothing like the rough demanding passion of a man.
"Aahhnnn!" she moaned as Marsha's wet lips closed over one of her nipples.
Following Marsha's gentle push, she leaned back into the pillows, surrendering completely. Her nipples throbbed in Marsha's sucking mouth. Marsha squeezed her breasts rhythmically, sucking her with agonizing tenderness. Kirstie felt the direct current between her nipples and her tingling clit begin to pulse wildly.
She was going to come. She knew she was going to come! Just from this! Too soon, too soon! She wanted it to go on and on!
"God, Kirstie honey, they're so beautiful!" Marsha murmured.
She sucked and tongued Kirstie's flaring nipples as if she had been doing it all her life. Her mouth knew magic secrets. She curled her tongue around Kirstie's large pointed nipple, then drew on it sharply with her lips. Finally she nipped the protruding center with her teeth, bringing tight cries of pleasure from Kirstie's throat.
"Aauunnggg!" Kirstie cried out.
Her body began gyrating uncontrollably. Writhing, she arched her back, pushing her aching breasts up into Marsha's working mouth. She tried to prolong it, but the urgency of her coming orgasm was incredible.
"Oh God… Marsha… oh God, it feels so good!" she panted. "I'm going to come… I can't help it! I'm so close! Fuck me with your hand! Please! Honey, fuck me with your hand!"
Marsha's hand slipped between her thighs and found her gushing pussy. Straining, quivering with need, Kirstie pushed her cunt up into Marsha's fingers. Marsha scissored her swollen cunt between two fingers and rubbed it quickly. At the same instant she gulped on Kirstie's bursting left nipple. Kirstie's body clenched. Immediately she exploded.
"Oh! Oh!Ooohhnnnn! Aahhhnnnggg Iiieee!"
A river of fire shot through her veins. She gasped and squirmed as the fiery climax poured through her. When it began to wane, she pulled Marsha close to her and kissed her on the mouth.
"Oh baby… oh baby!" she gasped.
Her hands raced under Marsha's flimsy nightie, seeking the girl's bare flesh.
"Take this off. Take it off, quick! I want td feel you. I want to feel all of you. I want to feel you against me."
The two of them quickly pulled Marsha's nightie over her head and Kirstie flung it across the room.
If her climax had done anything to diminish her lust, it was instantly rekindled by the sight of Marsha's naked body. Marsha was the closest thing to perfect Kirstie had ever seen. Her breasts were like two young pears, up tilted and almost hard with firmness. Her nipples were swollen plums. Her silky midriff tapered into an unbelievably slender waist, then swelled softly into tawny hips and thighs. Kirstie embraced her and they writhed together hotly, enjoying the feel of their naked flesh.
"God, what are we doing?" Marsha panted, twisting wildly in Kirstie's embrace. "I've never done anything like this before."
"Neither have I," Kirstie gasped. Her hands squeezed Marsha's silky flesh everywhere. She bit the girl's long neck and sucked her shoulder. "Don't think about it, honey. Just feel it. Let me fuck you. Let me make you come."
Marsha shook her long chestnut hair out of her face and gasped sharply as she felt Kirstie's lips on her breasts for the first time.
"But Kirstie, it's… it's so wrong," she gasped. "Oh! Oh God, that feels good!"
"Don't you want me to suck you?" Kirstie asked.
"Yes! God, yes!"
Everything Kirstie felt was totally new. She had never tasted another girl's boob before. Her body reeled with lust. She sucked and tongued Marsha's nipples, feeling them spring erect against her tongue. Marsha moaned and shivered with passion. She twisted and squirmed. Her hips undulated instinctively.
Kirstie was so obsessed with Marsha's beautiful breasts that she couldn't leave them to explore the rest of the girl's writhing body. She pushed Marsha onto her back and straddled the girl's heaving belly, scooping up Marsha's hard round breasts and devouring her stiff nipples wildly. Marsha went crazy.
"Ohhhhh God, yessss!" she hissed. "Suck me… bite me, make me come! Kirstie… ohhhhh fuck me, baby, make me come! Harder! Harder!"
Still mauling her roommate's erect nipples with her mouth, Kirstie slid one hand down between Marsha's thighs and began hand-fucking her cunt rapidly. Marsha shuddered with happy convulsions. She panted and arched her body, straining and surging with hot lust.
"Oh, I'm going to make YOU come, honey!" Kirstie chanted, plunging two fingers rapidly in and out of Marsha's tight soupy slit. "I'm going to fuck you and going to eat you."
"Please! Ohhhhh please!" Marsha moaned.
Kirstie slid down the girl's wriggling body until she was staring at Marsha's glistening red cunt. She invaded the red wet folds of Marsha's pussy with her tongue.
"Ah!" Marsha cried out, her hips flipping uncontrollably. "Oh yes… oh yes!"
Lovingly Kirstie made love to Marsha's runny crack. She sucked the swollen cuntlips into her mouth, gulping down the juices, then stabbed her tongue deep into Marsha's pussy. She licked the inflamed bud of Marsha's cunt until she knew she herself would have come a thousand times if someone had been doing the same to her.
And Marsha yearned and whimpered, her body surging off the bed, flexing helplessly, trying with all her might to come. She beat her palms against the sheet as she tried to bear the intense sensations that Kirstie's mouth awakened in her dripping cunt.
"Oh God, make me come! Oh God, make me came! Kirstie please! Please!" she begged over and over.
Kirstie realized that Marsha was trying too hard. As if by lover's instinct, she stopped eating Marsha's pussy and crawled up to embrace the girl. She cooed to her and soothed her, kissing her lips, massaging her breasts, calming Marsha down.
"Honey… oh honey," she cooed. "Calm down, relax, let me suck it out of you I can make you come, I know I can. Relax yourself. Give me your body, let me have it. Can I have you? Can I fuck you? Can I eat you?"
"Yes…" Marsha whimpered softly, her trusting eyes murky with frustrated lust.
"Just relax, baby, and let me eat you softly… softly," Kirstie whimpered.
They kissed long and slow, and Marsha began to relax, the tense desperation flowing out of her beautiful body. Again Kirstie began to make love to her. Patiently she again aroused Marsha's flaring nipples with her lips. Slowly she kissed her way down her silky midriff and palpitating belly.
Marsha lay quietly with her hands at her sides, panting, keening softly, but frying to relax. Her body undulated of its own accord, in rhythm with Kirstie's loving caresses. When Kirstie's mouth reached Marsha's wet gash again, she began to lick it gently with her tongue. She ran her tongue all over the mushy wet cuntlips, then began stroking Marsha's clit with slow patience.
"Ah…" Marsha mooned very softly. "Oh yes, yes."
Her body trembled with involuntary spasms. Her knees leaped reflexively, and her spastic fingers bit into the sheet. She panted through her clenched teeth, her breasts jiggling as the waves of pleasure flowed through her veins. Kirstie could feel the pressure rising on Marsha's trembling body. She curled her lips around the girl's erect cunt and began to suck gently.
"Oh! Oh!" Marsha cried out, her face torn with passion.
Slowly, softly Kirstie kept sucking her cunt, feeling the tension in Marsha's body rise and rise. You're going to come, honey, she chanted to herself. You're going to come. I'm going to suck it out of you. I'm going to suck it right out of your pretty little cunt. Oh yes, now, now.
When she sensed that Marsha was poised on the edge of her orgasm, she ran her hands up the girl's writhing body to her breasts and pinched both of Marsha's erect nipples sharply. At the same moment she sucked the girl's cunt for all she was worth. Marsha's body erupted like a volcano.
"Oh Jesus, Kirstie!" she cried out. "Oh God… oh! Unhhh! Oh… Oh… Aaaooowwnngghhiieee! Yiiieeee!"
The convulsions nearly tore Marsha apart. Her hands raked Kirstie's bare shoulders. Her pelvis shook and squirmed wildly as each new spasm ripped her to pieces. Even Kirstie was shocked by the intensity of the girl's climax.
"Ohhnnn!" Marsha shouted. "Don't stop, don't stop! Ohhnnn! Oh God, I'm coming again! Ohhnnnnnn! Aahhnnnniieeee!"
When it was over Marsha lay panting trying to catch her breath. Kirstie squeezed her and kissed her, feeling the pain now where Marsha's fingernails had clawed her shoulders.
"Oh God, look what I did. I made you bleed!" Marsha gasped, finally surfacing from the tiny of her double orgasm.
Kirstie smiled. "It was worth it," she said. "You came."
"God, did I ever! Coming is hardly the word for it. I felt like I was dying."
The full reality of what they had just done suddenly occurred to both of them. They both realized that nothing would ever be the same now.
"DO you… think we did the wrong thing?" Kirstie whispered softly.
Marsha grinned and gave Kirstie a lingering kiss. "I don't know if it's wrong, but I can't get enough of it," she murmured, squeezing Kirstie's breasts and softly pinching her large nipples. "I just want to fuck and fuck and fuck with you."
"Ohhhh!" Kirstie moaned.
Marsha probed Kirstie's wet cunt with two fingers. "Can you come again?"
"Oh God, yes!" Kirstie gasped, making fuck-moves with her hips.
Her first climax had arrived so fast that it had taken them both by surprise. But now she lay back and let Marsha fuck her slowly. And by the time Marsha's tongue began to stroke her aching clit, she was shuddering with helpless passion. They fucked throughout the night. And Kirstie was so obsessed with her newfound pleasures that she never once thought of her brother. It was only Marsha… Marsha, and incredible convulsions of hot coming.