The next day at work Kirstie couldn't concentrate. For one thing, she was exhausted. She and Marsha had barely slept a wink all night. Their hunger for one another's body, once awakened, was incredibly intense. Whenever they managed to doze off for a few minutes, one or the other would soon wake up again. She would start gently sucking the other girl's breasts, manipulating her cunt. And before they knew it, both of them were mewling and whimpering through new storms of climaxes. No matter how tired she was, just thinking of it at work as she sat at her desk made Kirstie shiver with fresh lust. She wanted to rush home, tear off her clothes, and drag Marsha into bed for more hot glorious fucking.
But things were even more complicated than that. Her brother Rick would be arriving in town this evening. Whenever she thought of that, her cunt got all gushy and prickly. Her blood started pulsing rapidly. She forgot about Marsha. The business with her roommate, though full of more amazing pleasure than she had ever imagined, was only a transient interlude compared to her long-term relationship with her brother.
When she thought of him, the yearning was almost unbearable. It's been so long! she thought. I've missed him so much! The ache for him is so real! And I know he feels the same way. I could tell from his letter.
Sitting at her desk, having reveries about Rick, she suddenly realized that the situation had become very complicated. For one thing, it would be hard for her and Rick to keep their hands off each other from the very first instant they saw each other again. But they just couldn't send Marsha packing. It would be so… so oblivious. Marsha would quickly see, what was going on. And even though she was pretty liberal and understanding, like most people she would probably draw the line at what Kirstie and Rick were doing.
On top of that, Kirstie realized after their experience last night, Marsha might even be jealous. I'm the first one who ever made her come, Kirstie thought. That might really be important to her. And if I hint that she should go away for a while so Rickie and I can fuck, she might really hit the roof. Kirstie realized that she really hadn't planned this very well at all.
"Kirstie?"
She snapped out of her reverie and… looked up at her boss, Bill Rogers, who was standing next to her desk. "Huh? I mean… yes?"
"I just wondered if you're feeling okay," Rogers said. "Your mind doesn't seem to be on business today."
"Oh… I'm okay, I guess," she stammered. "I think maybe I'm coming down with something."
Like a strong case of nymphomania, she thought, trying not to smile at the craziness of it. You see, Bill, I'm trying to think of a way to get rid of my lesbian lover for a while so I can fuck my brother's brains out. How does that grab you? She almost tittered but caught herself, remembering she was supposed to be sickish.
Also, Rogers was a handsome devil of a man who had had his eye on her for a long time, she knew. He was about thirty-five, broad-shouldered and virile. Whenever he spoke to her, he had a glint in his eyes and a curve of his mouth that suggested an infinitely imaginative lechery. Sometimes, she had to admit, it nearly boiled her blood. But both of them had been cautious about really getting into it. They both knew that, no matter how inviting it might seem, it didn't pay to get involved with somebody from the office.
The steely glint and the curving lip were both there now as he stood beside her. His eyes strayed from her face down to her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra and she knew that the sight of her big nipples moving under her shirt aroused him.
"Maybe you should take the rest of the day off," he smiled.
"Oh, I couldn't do that. There's so much to do."
"But if you get really sick, you won't be any good to us at all, will you. I insist," Rogers said.
He pulled her chair out, unable to keep his eyes off her swaying breasts and she stood up.
"Well, if you really think I should," Kirstie said.
"Tell you what I'll do," he said. "I'll drive you home personally."
At any other time Kirstie might have accepted. But today, she realized, her problems were just too complicated to permit it.
"I… I'm sorry, I brought my car today," she said.
She tried to say it in such a way so as not to discourage him from asking again some day. But she could see he was disappointed. If she had accepted, it would have been okay. Since she had refused, his offer looked transparent.
She pressed her hand against his wrist intimately, giving him a briefly burning glance at the same moment. "Thanks for the offer, though," she whispered.
Rogers became stiffly formal again. "Don't mention it," he said. "Go on home and go to bed and take care of yourself."
She smiled at him again as she left the office. The going to bed part at least, she thought, I can promise you, boss.
Having lied about her car, she had to take the bus home. It was shortly after noon when she got there. She was still so tired that she really would flop on the bed and try to take a nap. She wanted to be well-rested for Rick. If his sexual appetite remained what it had been before he left for the Army, tonight would surpass last night in athletic fucking.
She walked into her apartment and flung her purse on a chair, feeling weary and relieved to be alone. But suddenly she heard a muffled male groan coming from the direction of Marsha's bedroom. Good God! she thought, more disgusted than anything. Tell me I'm hearing things! All I want to do is take a nap. And Marsha didn't get enough last night? For heaven's sake, she's worse than lam!
She stood still for a moment, listening to the soft panting and the creaking of the bed. Then curiosity got the better of her. She realized her blood was pounding. She wanted to see it!
She slipped out of her shoes and padded quietly across the living room to the hallway. She could see that the door to Marsha's bedroom was ajar. Silently she tiptoed to it and peeked inside. A naked man was lying on his back on Marsha's bed. Marsha was naked too. She was curled up at his crotch, sucking and pumping the largest stiff cock Kirstie had ever seen.
Oh God! Kirstie nearly gasped aloud. The man's face was obscured by Marsha's coiled body. But even without seeing his face, Kirstie knew who it was. Rick! She knew his phenomenal tool more intimately than any other prick she had ever seen. What Marsha was doing to him right now she herself had done a thousand times. Oh God, Rick! Rickie, how could you do this to me a half-hysterical voice wailed in her mind.
She was filled with rage and repulsion. But at the same time she was fantastically aroused. Marsha was devouring his prick as if there were no tomorrow. She held his balls in one hand and the fat bulging stalk of his prick in the other, pumping him vigorously. Then she dripped warm gobs of spittle on the huge head of his cock and dove on it with her lips, swirling her head as she sucked.
She took his long tool into her mouth and throat as far as it would go, humming with delirious passion. Then, her sensual lips clinging to it, she let it slide out of her mouth, licking his cockhead furiously with her tongue when she reached the end. Even Kirstie had to admit Marsha was good at it. Rick went nearly out of his mind with pleasure.
"Ohhhh! Oh God, baby, do it, yes, God yes!" he panted as she frantically sucked and pumped his gargantuan cock.
His hands darted under Marsha's arms and grabbed her dangling breasts, squeezing them and scissoring her nipples. Marsha gasped. For a moment she let his wet throbbing prick out of her mouth. Her eyes rolled upwards.
"Ah!" she moaned. She arched her back, pushing her breasts into his hands. "Do you like it? Do I do it good for you?"
"Beautiful, baby!" he groaned. "Nobody's ever done it as good as you."
Kirstie's ears burned. A squirt of jealousy shot through her trembling body. How could he say such a thing! After all the loving head jobs she'd given him over the years! Tears burned her eyes. She was furious and heartbroken at the same instant. But she couldn't take her eyes off them.
Marsha made love to his twitching cock with passionate ingenuity. She sucked him and squeezed the fat shaft of his prick with one hand. Her other hand darted between her thighs, and she began massaging her cunt quickly.
"Oh God… oh God!" she panted. "I want you to fuck me in the mouth! Put me on my back and fuck me in the mouth, Rick! And come all over me!"
Kirstie watched as they quickly changed positions, eagerly sucking and squeezing each other. Marsha lay on her back and Rick propped a pillow under her head. Then he squatted over her face and slid his cock between her puckering lips. He grabbed her head in his hands and began fucking in and out of her mouth, his huge cock pulsing and stiff as iron.
Marsha's lips clung like glue to his plunging cock. She keened and gagged with wild pleasure each time the massive stalk engorged her mouth. At the same time she slid both hands down to her gaping wet pussy and began fucking herself urgently. Her hips twitched spastically, and her supple body shuddered. Kirstie knew that Marsha wanted to come at the same instant Rick shot his load all over her, as she'd asked him to do.
"Oogghhm! Oogghhm!" Marsha grunted, her mouth bursting with cock, her hands flying furiously in her slippery cunt.
Rick panted and grunted, cramming Marsha's mouth full of his stiff prick, pronging her throat with it, fucking her with sharp fierce thrusts. Suddenly Kirstie saw his asscheeks clench and his whole body stiffen.
"Now… now, baby… now!" he panted to Marsha.
Marsh a twirled her clit wildly with her fingers, her hips pitching off the bed, her body straining. Rick plunged his cock deep into her mouth and exploded, spewing cum into her throat. At nearly the same instant Marsha's orgasm erupted.
"Oogghhm!" she moaned.
Rich quickly withdrew his spurting prick, spattering her jiggling breasts and bare shoulders and face with more jets of creamy cum. Marsha flailed and writhed under him.
"Uuhhhhhiieee!" she screeched as she came. "Oohhhhh! Aaahhhhheeee!"
Kirstie squeezed her thighs tightly together. She raised her fist to her mouth and bit it to keep don the excitement, and the hot raging jealousy she felt Marsha's body undulated on the bed as the hot juices of her climax gripped her.
"Put it in me, please, I… I can come again! Please! Please! Quick!"
Rick scrambled between her yawning lop. Marsha fed his still-jumping cock into her flooding pussy, howling with incredible pleasure a he ripped it up into her.
"Ah!" she moaned.
He began to fuck her in short quick jabs. Marsha nearly all out of her mind, clawing and scratching him, panting wildly as she peaked again. Her passionate screams still rang in Kirstie's ears as she fled through the living room, snatching up her shoes as she passed, and dashed out the door.