She could hardly see straight as she stormed out of the apartment building and into the street. She had walked more than a block before she realized that she was still holding her shoes in her hand. She sat down on the curb to slip them on.
I'll kill them! she thought. Both of them! Tears of rejection and jealousy sprang to her eyes. The images of her roommate and her brother fucking so exuberantly seemed to have burned themselves into her brain. She could still see nothing but Rick's massive pulsing cock plunging into Marsha's dinging pussy. Marsha's hot screams of pleasure still hammered her eardrums. She put her palms to her ears and pressed hard.
"Oh, stop it! Stop it!" she shouted out loud.
Then she realized where she was. She stumbled to her feet and began walking again. Everything was perfect. She felt numbed, dazed. How could she go back there now? How could she pretend nothing had happened? How could she look either of them in the face? Her joy over Rick's return was spoiled. She wanted to scratch Marsha's eyes out.
And yet, she knew, neither of them were really to blame. Rick had obviously arrived early. Marsha had no way of knowing there was something between him and Kirstie. He was horny, Marsha was willing, Kirstie was at work…
The inevitable had happened. But, try as she might. Kirstie couldn't be philosophical about it. It was stupid and irrational to think so, but she knew that the splendid screwing Marsha had got was meant for her. She had not felt a cock in her for weeks, ever since the arrival of Rick's letter. She had been saving herself for the purity of that moment when she could finally open her legs for him alone.
Of course, she had fucked with Marsha only the night before. But neither of them had anticipated it. And though it had been stupendous, it was also different. What she missed was the irreplaceable feeling of a thick man's cock sliding in and out of her clasping cunt, penetrating her, filling her. And doing it in only the way Rickie's huge lovable monster could do.
She had to do something to get this horrible depression put of her mind. She wandered the afternoon streets for what seemed like hours. Not knowing where she was going, she realized after a while that she was downtown, only a few blocks from the office building where she worked. Almost at once the idea hit her. She knew what she needed.
It was absolutely crazy, she knew. But the urge was desperate. There was almost nothing tint could hold her back. She walked to the office building took the elevator up to the eighth floor, and walked up to the door of Bill Rogers' office before she could lose her nerve.
"HI, Kirstie," his secretary smiled at her. "I thought you went home sick."
"I… I did," Kirstie said. "But I feel a little better now. Is Bill in? I have something I want to see him about."
"He's in," the secretary said. She looked at Kirstie a little oddly, as if anyone who left work for the day and then came back had to be nuts. "I'll buzz him."
Kirstie waited. In a few moments Bill Rogers opened his office door. "Kirstie!" he said, surprised. "I thought I told you to go home and get some rest."
"I… had something to see you about."
An ambiguous smile crossed his lips, as if he had half-received her message already. "Well, came on in," he smiled.
They went into his office and he shut the door behind them. Kirstie was nervous. She didn't know how to get to the point. She couldn't just blurt it out. Or could she?
"Well," Rogers said after a long uncomfortable pause. "That did you want to see me about? I hope it's nothing serious."
"It is," she whispered.
Rogers looked concerned. But Kirstie noticed his eyes straying toward her loose breasts again. That would make it easier.
"Maybe you'd like to sit down," he said, gesturing at the chair beside his desk.
"No."
He put a hand on her shoulder. "Kirstie, what is it? You seem very disturbed."
Kirstie took a deep breath and bit her lower lip. Inhaling deeply made her firm breasts rise and her nipples point under the fabric of her shirt. Rogers tried not to look but couldn't help it.
"I want you to fuck me," she whispered, looking up at him with smoldering eyes.
"What?"
"You heard me."
"I heard you. I just can't believe you."
"How could I say it so that you'd believe me?"
"I… I don't know."
Kirstie slowly unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, tantalizing him. She licked her lips and let her eyes burn into his.
"I've always wanted you," she whispered sexily. She knew no man could refuse that feeling, true or not. "I've just had a very bad experience. I don't feel like waiting any longer. I know you want me. I want you to fuck me now and help me forget about it."
While she spoke she kept unbuttoning her shirt until it was finally open. Rogers' eyes were on the upswept slopes of her young breasts and the deep shadowy valley between them. The fabric of the shirt still covered her nipples. Rogers tried to speak, then swallowed and unbuttoned his collar and loosened his tie, then tried again.
"Don't you think it's kind of risky?" he said. "My secretary's right outside the door."
"I'll control myself. I won't make any noise."
"Why don't we make it after work?" He checked his watch. "That's only two more hours. Surely you can wait until…"
Kirstie smirked at him coyly and took off her shirt. Her ripe upswept breasts and bulging nipples jiggled slightly as she tossed it on his desk. Rogers looked like he wanted to rape her. She enjoyed tormenting him. "Don't you want to?" she asked coyly.
"Of course I do."
She did a mock pirouette. "Do you like my body?"
He nodded.
Kirstie came, up right next to him. Her naked breasts were only an inch from his chest. She reached down and took both of his hands and placed them on her breasts.
"Does that feel good?" she asked.
He nodded again.
"Squeeze them," she whispered. "Go ahead, squeeze them. It feels good."
Rogers squeezed the full resilient globes. His rough palms rasped against her sensitive nipples.
"Harder," she breathed. "Dig your fingers into them."
His strong fingers bit into the firm flesh of her breasts. They throbbed and ached. Kirstie moaned softly.
"Oh," she sighed. "Don't you want to suck them?"
"Yes."
"God, suck me… please, suck me," she murmured.
He seemed hypnotized. She took his head and pulled it down to her breasts. He licked one of her nipples with his tongue.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh, yes!" she gasped. "Oh, suck it. Suck it hard!"
"Your nipples are so big," he panted, curling his tongue around the swollen buds.
"I know. Ohhhh… oh God, yes, that feels so good!"
Rogers sucked her throbbing nipples in a rough, urgent way. Kirstie felt hot pleasure spurt through her body. She realized how aroused she had become watching Rick and Marsha fuck.
"Don't you want to fuck me… don't you want to fuck me?" she panted.
"Yes," he said. "But it's too dangerous."
She caught sight of the small bathroom at one side of his office. "Fuck me in there," she gasped.
"It's too small."
"No it's not. We can stand up."
She pulled him toward it. She knew he wanted her so much that he couldn't resist. They went into the small room and he pulled the door shut. There was barely enough worn for them to stand beside the toilet.
Quickly Kirstie dropped her skirt and skimmed off her panties. Her fingers flew to his belt buckle and zipper. She got his stiff prick out and began pumping and squeezing it. Rogers' hands were all over her naked body. He kissed her neck and shoulders hungrily and put his hand in her pussy. She was sopping wet. He dug his fingers into the greasy folds of her slit and made her gasp sharply: "Oh!"
"Try not to make any noise," he panted.
"I can't help it."
"Here, this way," he said.
He sat on the toilet lid, his big hard cock standing upright, and a jerking red pole. It was not as fat and long as Rick's, but it was still pretty big. He held Kirstie's hips and helped her straddle him. Then he probed her cuntlips with the bulging end of his cock and lowered her cunt onto it.
"Aahhh!" Kirstie moaned as she sat on the throbbing stalk, feeling it slide up into her. She bit her lip and went nearly out of her mind with pleasure as he began sucking and nipping her breasts again.
Her long legs came in handy. She planted her feet on the floor and slid her tight cunt up and down on his stiff cock, shivering with lust each time it penetrated her. Rogers' fingers dug into her naked buttocks. Kirstie winced with pleasure.
"It's so good… so good! Uh! Uh!" she grunted.
She lost herself completely in sexual pleasure. She forgot about Marsha, Rick, everything, even Rogers. She didn't, know or care who was fucking her. It was just the hard prick between her legs that counted, the wild hungry mouth tugging her nipples, the strong hands digging in her asscheeks. "Fuck me… fuck me… yes! Yes!" she chanted. "Deeper… deeper… get it in me deeper!"
She couldn't get it into her deeply enough. Panting and squirming, grabbing him for support, she lifted her legs and coiled them around his hips. Then she began twisting and jumping up and down on his prick like a wild woman.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she gasped. "Oh!"
"Shhhhh!" he panted. "Try to be quiet."
"Oh God, I can't! Don't stop… don't stop!"
Rogers was almost as carried away by Kirstie's passion as she was. He grabbed her squirming hips and gouged her repeatedly with his up thrusting cock. But when sharp involuntary squeals started coming from her throat, his fear of discovery got the better of him.
"Aiiee! Oh! Aiiee!" she yelped, delirious with hot lust.
"Shhhhh!"
"I… I can't! Oh God, I'm going to come! Don't stop, don't stop!"
He stopped fucking her only long enough to reach down to the floor. He found his pants, which were tangled around his ankles, and grabbed his handkerchief out of a pocket. He brought it up and shoved it into her slack mouth.
"Bite on that," he said.
"Ummm… ummm!" she whimpered.
Then, knowing that she was only seconds away from her climax, he grabbed her twisting hips and began fucking her mercilessly. He flexed his hard prick. Kirstie squeezed him with her thighs and held on for dear life. The hard gristle of his cock scraping against her swollen clit drove her crazy with pleasure. Her whole body was torn with wild shuddering.
"Mmmeee! Mmmmee!" she squealed, her voice muffled by the wadded cloth.
She clung to him, burrowed her face in his neck, and let her body be shattered by fierce spasms of coming. She swarmed against him, feeling his shirt chafe her raw nipples, jamming her creaming slit down on his throbbing cock. Through her own wild muffled screaming, she heard him grunt and felt the jumping strings of jism flood her pulsing cunt.
Even when it was over, she couldn't let go. Her body tingled everywhere. The aftershocks of her orgasm oozed through her throbbing blood. His cock remained stiff for several minutes, and she held on to him and moved her pussy slightly, moaning as the fresh sparks of pleasure shot through her aching clit. Finally she spit out the wet wrinkled handkerchief and kissed his mouth ardently. His cock was beginning to shrink from her pussy, and his cum was leaking out of her. She crawled off him.
"I'm leaking all over your pants," she giggled softly. "Everybody will think you do naughty things when you're alone in your office."
Rogers was too busy trying to get his hands and mouth on her breasts again to reply. He pulled her back onto his lap and sucked one of her nipples so hard that she yelped softly.
"Ouch! Oh! Honey, they're so sore. You just about chewed them off."
"I want more of you," Rogers panted. "I can't get enough."
"Well, it'll have to be enough for now," she smiled, squirming away from him.
He pulled up his pants and they went back into his office. Kirstie retrieved her clothes and put them on. Before she could button her shirt Rogers gabbed her from behind, squeezing her naked breasts again and biting her long white neck.
"Let's go get a motel room," he whispered. "You owe me one rape."
"Rape?" Kirstie giggled.
"Well, what would you call it?"
"I'd call it fantastic. But unfortunately I can't make it tonight. My… mother's coming to town. I… have to pick her up at the airport in half an hour."
Actually Kirstie didn't know why she was refusing. The idea of going to a motel room and fucking her ears off with him for hours seemed thrilling. He was good at it. But her orgasm had temporarily satiated her. The thought of her brother Rick had begun to float back into her mind. Her feelings for him were so strong that even her jealousy couldn't get in the way of them now. Sure, she wanted to fuck with him. Even the climax she had just experienced couldn't make that desire go away. But more than that, she wanted to hold him in her arms and kiss him. Her longing for her brother was intense. No matter what the circumstances were, she had to see him.
Rogers looked dejected. She wanted to cheer him up. She hugged him and slithered her tongue into his mouth.
"Look, I owe you one rape, okay?" she murmured. "I'll try to get away from my… mother over the weekend." She gyrated her pelvis into his, making fuck-motions. "And you can do whatever you want to me," she breathed. "Okay?"
"You promise?"
"I promise." She winked at him and blew him a kiss as she went out the door.