After Rick left, it was several hours before Kirstie or Marsha spoke to each other. Marsha gathered up the scattered groceries and took them into the kitchen. After several minutes Kirstie got up off the livingroom floor and went to her bedroom.
She sat on the bed and tried to think about it, but she couldn't. Her body still tingled. Her cunt ached, her breasts throbbed. She hated Marsha for having walked in on them. She hated Rick for leaving. And she hated both of them for having done it together first. And God only knew how many times!
No wonder he left so fast! she thought. It was a beautiful fuck, the most beautiful day of my life, except for the first time with him. But he probably knew he wouldn't be able to do it again with me, not after having fucked her so many times. The bitch!
And yet Kirstie forced herself to be realistic about it too. She reminded herself that the whole situation had been very complicated from the start. Even if Marsha and Rick had not gotten together, she still would have been faced with the necessity of getting her roommate out of the way so that she and her brother could go to bed.
And how could she blame either one of them for wanting each other when she had wanted them both? Marsha was a beautiful woman. Kirstie remembered how many times she herself had got off on her roommate's gorgeous body. Rick would have needed superhuman discipline to stop himself from fucking her. Especially if Marsha had tempted him, as she doubtless had done. Just thinking about it all made her cunt wet again.
God, am I becoming a sex maniac or something? she wondered. I screwed like crazy with Bill, and with Rick, and here I am still boiling. Horny as hell. If Rickie had stayed, I could've come a thousand times!
Late in the evening she finally realized she was hungry. She went into the kitchen to see if Marsha had cooked anything and found her roommate at the sink, washing the dishes. There was an uncomfortable silence. Neither girl knew quite what to say, after what had occurred. Kirstie peeked into a pot on the stove.
"Go ahead and have some," Marsha said, without looking up. "I made enough for both of us. You just have to heat it up."
"Thanks," Kirstie murmured.
She turned on the fire and stirred the food as it warmed. There was a long pause before Marsha spoke again.
"I… I'm sorry I broke in on you like that," she said in a quavering voice. "I mean… I didn't know what… I was just coming back from the store, and I…"
"You don't have to apologize," Kirstie reassured her. "It was our fault. We just couldn't help ourselves."
Now Marsha turned her head and looked at Kirstie. Her eyes burned with curiosity and with a deep sexual fire she couldn't hide. Kirstie realized that the atmosphere was still amazingly erotic. Each girl having witnessed the other being fucked by Rick had somehow fanned their lust instead of slaking it.
"I was so shocked," Marsha said softly. "I mean, I never expected anything like that."
"You mean because you spent the afternoon in bed with him?" Kirstie said with sly spite.
Marsha looked embarrassed. "He told you."
Kirstie shook her head. "I happened to come home a little early."
"You saw us?"
Kirstie nodded.
"But Kirstie, you know I didn't know about you and…"
"How could you know about that?" Kirstie giggled nervously. "I never told you about it, did I?"
Marsha dried the dishwater off her hands and came over to the stove. Her eyes burned into Kirstie's. Kirstie realized that just talking about it aroused both of them wildly. A crazy exciting thought flashed through her head. Each girl still had Rick's cum in her pussy. If they ate one another, they would be eating him too, at the same time!
"Has it been going on a long time?" Marsha asked.
Kirstie nodded again. "Since we were teenagers."
"But God, Kirstie, it's so wrong! He's your own brother."
"Are you sure you aren't just jealous?" Kirstie said.
Marsha blushed and looked down at the floor.
"I… I've never had a man fuck me like he did," she whispered.
"What if he were your brother instead of mine?" Kirstie asked slyly. "Would that have stopped you?"
Marsha grinned sheepishly. "I don't think anything could've stopped me."
"Well then you know how I felt the first time." Kirstie couldn't ignore the hot sexual glaze in Marsha's eyes. "Did he make you come?" she asked.
Marsha nodded. A sharp tremor seemed to grip her body as she recalled the experience. "Several times," she murmured.
Kirstie suddenly felt very warm toward the girl. She reached out and took Marsha in her arms, kissing her mouth thirstily. The feel of their firm breasts pushing together made her quickly dizzy with lust. It had only been a few days since they had last made love. But so much had happened in between that to Kirstie it felt like weeks, months. The sex she had already had earlier in the day disappeared from her mind. Her hot craving for Marsha's lovely body was incredibly intense.
"Then he and I have something in common," she whispered into Marsha's ear. "We're the only two who ever made you come."
Marsha's body shook uncontrollably. "I know," she sighed.
"Would you like me to make you come again?" Kirstie asked.
Marsha grinned, slanting her tongue between Kirstie's teeth. "Several times," she whispered.
Kirstie quickly turned off the fire under the food. The hunger in her pussy was stronger than the hunger in her stomach. Marsha's hands were already on her, tearing off her shirt. From behind Marsha racked under Kirstie's arms and squeezed her naked breasts. She bit Kirstie's neck.
"Owwmnn!" Kirstie moaned. "Baby, can't you wait just a second?"
"No!" Marsha gasped.
"Let's go in on the bed."
"Let's do it on the floor where I caught you doing it with him," Marsha gasped into her ear.
Her fingers tugged and pinched Kirstie's large nipples sharply. Kirstie felt daggers of lust shoot through her body. She remembered what a shrieking hellcat Marsha became when they fucked. For the first time she felt the same kind of loving awakened in her too. It was a mixture of the usual desire plus a burning jealousy over what Marsha had done with Rick. The idea of doing it on the floor where she herself had fucked with Rick earlier excited her fiercely.
Their clothes flew off as they went into the livingroom. Naked, they melted together and sank to the carpet. Kirstie forced Marsha onto her back and began kissing her body everywhere. She felt urgent and aggressive, like a rapist. She mauled Marsha's writhing body with her savage mouth, tearing at Marsha's sensitive nipples with her lips. She pinched them with her fingers, as Marsha had pinched hers.
"Owwcchh!" Marsha cried out. "Oh God, baby, it hurts!"
"Doesn't it feel good?" Kirstie panted.
"Yessss! Suck me… bite me! Owwwnnn!"
Kirstie sucked one of Marsha's thick nipples into her mouth and sank her teeth into it. Marsha's whole body was convulsed by the sharp pain. She clenched her teeth and tossed her head, whimpering.
"Oh God… Kirstie! You're hurting me!"
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Don't stop!"
Kirstie sucked and bit Marsha's other nipple. Marsha flailed wildly, whinnying loudly with torment. Her lovely body was a mass of wriggling flesh. Kirstie got her hand between Marsha's quivering thighs and jabbed two fingers up the girl's flooding cunt.
"Aauunnghggg!" Marsha moaned. "Unh! Unh!"
Kirstie racked her savagely. Marsha's loud moaning and her thrashing body jacked up Kirstie's mad rapist lust to a fever pitch. She jammed three, then four fingers in and out of Marsha's slimy pussy. Finally she was able to get her whole hand into the widely-stretched slit. She pushed her hand in and out of Marsha's wet cunt, watching the agony wrench the girl's face.
"Oowwwnnggghh! Oh! Oh God, Kirstie! Aauuggghh! Unh! Oh! Unh! Ouggnnnhhhh! Ouch! Unh! Unh!"
Even through her wild lust Kirstie was aware that part of her was appalled by what she was doing. It was horrible, but she couldn't stop. A maniacal voice inside her head kept shrieking: He's mine! He's mine! He's mine! Her wedge-shaped hand plunged again and again into Marsha's open pussy. He's mine! Ungh! He's mine! Ungh! The force of her thrusting arm lifted Marsha's quivering ass up off the floor.
But even though Marsha was driven crazy by the torture, she didn't ask Kirstie to stop. Her body wriggled and writhed in torment. Her firm breasts jiggled and her smooth belly rippled each time Kirstie's hand penetrated her. She moaned and whinnied and squealed wildly. Her face was contorted with pain-pleasure.
"Oh! Owwwnnggg! Oh… baby… ouch! Ungh! Ouch! Aanngghhh! Oh! Oh God! Oh shit! Fuck me, fuck me!" she howled, flipping and surging crazily, pumping her groin up into Kirstie's jabbing hand.
Marsha's pliant cunt responded to the vicious hand-rape by opening even wider. Kirstie soon found that she could close her hand into a fist. She began fist-fucking the girl violently. Marsha became unglued. Her body shook with helpless spasms.
"Oh God! Unnnggghhh!" she grunted and gasped. "God, I'm going to come! Yessss! Harder… harder!"
Kirstie fist-fucked the poor shuddering girl for all she was worth. She shoved her hand up to the wrist in Marsha's pussy, shivering as Marsha's pathetic howls of lust and pain pierced the air. She fell with her mouth on Marsha's bouncing boobs, sucking and biting her nipples savagely. And Marsha suddenly stiffened, impaled on Kirstie's arm. She clasped her thighs shut on Kirstie's wrist and pumped, coughing and spluttering as a thunderous orgasm finally split her apart.
"Aauunggghhh!" she cried out. "Aunghh! Oh Gawwwd! Yyieeee! OOOOhHHHHH! Ungh! Ungh! Aauunngggiiieee!"
Kirstie could hardly believe what was happening. It all seemed so insane, raping Marsha with her fist! But she was too far gone in her own mad lust to care. The climax that wracked Marsha's spasming body made her own come-hunger unbearable.
She took her hand out of Marsha's cunt and swarmed all over the girl, pressing her body against Marsha's convulsing flesh.
"Fuck me… fuck me, baby," she panted. "Do it to me too. Do it to me too!"
"Oh… Kirstie!" Marsha gasped.
"Fuck me, honey… hurt me!" Kirstie begged her.
She rolled onto her back and pulled Marsha on top of her, totally expecting the worst. But her body crawled and pulsed with hot demanding passion. She wanted it. She wanted to be paid back. She wanted Marsha to give her the same kind of murderous fist-fuck she had just given Marsha.
"Do it to me… do it to me!" she panted as Marsha began to stroke and kiss her naked body. "Oh yes… yesssss!"
But surprisingly enough, Marsha was soft and tender to her instead of vengeful. She licked and softly sucked Kirstie's large nipples until Kirstie thought they would explode. Both of them remembered how Kirstie had climaxed the first time they did it, simply by having her breasts sucked. But Marsha was not going to let that happen this time. She kissed Kirstie's body everywhere.
"Ooohhhnnn!" Kirstie moaned softly, feeling the gorgeous sensations that Marsha coaxed alive in her trembling flesh. "Don't you… ahhh… don't you want to hurt me?"
"Noooo," Marsha murmured. "I want to love you and love you. Here… turn over. Let me kiss your back and your ass and every bit of you."
Obediently Kirstie turned over on her stomach. "But I… did it so hard to you," she said.
"Mmmmm," Marsha hummed, running her tongue up and down the wide valley between Kirstie's shoulder blades. "But it felt so good!"
It was when she began kissing and squeezing Kirstie's buttocks that Kirstie nearly went out of her mind. No one had ever done that to her. Marsha sucked and gnawed gently on the smooth up tilted moons. Fire squired through Kirstie's aching pussy. She moaned as Marsha pried apart her cheeks and began licking the crack of her ass.
"Mmmmm, does that feel good?" Marsha murmured.
"Oh God, yes!"
"And this?" Marsha tickled Kirstie's small puckering asshole with her tongue.
Kirstie moaned. The crack of her ass and her runny cunt flashed with hot desire. "Fuck me, honey, fuck me," she whimpered. "I want it!"
"And this?" Marsha repeated. Her tongue wriggled into Kirstie's rectum.
"Oh! Ooooooo!" Kirstie cried out.
Marsha held Kirstie's buttocks apart with her hands and tongue-fucked her asshole rapidly. Kirstie pushed her face into the carpet and gagged softly as the hot startling sensations darted through her. For a brief second she thought she was going to come. The rhythmic pulsing began to beat deep in her cunt welling and building.
But Marsha would not let her come that fly. Quickly she turned Kirstie over onto her back again. Her tongue delved deeply into Kirstie's aching slit. She pulled the cuntlips apart with her fingers and dove into the wet slash with her mouth, sucking and tonguing Kirstie's throbbing slit, slurping the pussy juice that was mingled with Rick's cum.
Kirstie was nearly out of control. The pleasure was almost unbearable. Marsha sucked her pulsing clit, but just when Kirstie was about to come she would stop. Kirstie shuddered and moaned, hovering on the brink of a killing orgasm.
"God… ohhnnnnn baby, let me come!" she whimpered. "Make me come honey! Oh God… ohhhhnnnn!"
Her fingers scrabbled in Marsha's hair, grabbing her head and pulling her mouth into the burbling gash. She yelped as Marsha's tongue darted deeply into her crack. Suddenly she felt Marsha's finger slip into her asshole.
"Aauughhh!" she groaned.
Beautiful fiery sensations shot through her ass. Her body escaped and twisted. Marsha began finger fucking her asshole and sucking her cunt wildly at the same time.
"Oh God, it feels good!" she panted. "It feels so good! Fuck me, baby… fuck me! Yessss!" Her words excited Marsha. She began to devour and ravish Kirstie, sucking her cunt and cuntlips savagely. She slipped another finger into Kirstie's clenching rectum and raped her viciously. Kirstie felt her climax building with so much intensity that she knew nothing could stop it now.
"Aauunnggg! Oh! Ungh! Owwwwnnnn! Oh yes… oh yes! Baby, yes! Yes! Ungh!" she panted, writhing helplessly, pumping her plundered groin up into Marsha's face and jabbing hand.
Suddenly her body began to jerk uncontrollably. Fiery spasms raked her crotch. Spurting flames shot through her quivering body. Marsha tried to swallow her throbbing cunt. Her long fingers dug deep into her burning asshole. Kirstie felt the upwelling orgasm wrench and rupture her.
"Aannghhhiieee!" she squealed, flipping convulsively. "Oh! Oh God! Aauunnngghheeee! Angh! Oh Yes! Oohhhnnn!"
After it was over, they collapsed in each other's arms, trembling with the aftershocks of their tumultuous fuck. They kissed and undulated softly together.
"Oh God, it's never been like that between us!" Kirstie said. "God, honey, when you started fucking my ass like that I just went bananas."
"Think of what I felt like with half your arm up my cunt," Marsha murmured, smiling.
"We really went overboard, didn't we," Kirstie said.
"I think that whole business with your brother sent both of us out of control," Marsha whispered.
"I was jealous of you."
"I felt the same way."
Kirstie dropped her mouth to Marsha's amazingly firm breasts and began sucking her soft coral nipples again. She dug her fingers into Marsha's smooth round ass. Their pliant bodies seemed to melt together.
"Let's just suck each other now, honey," she murmured to Marsha. "Let's do sixty-nine and just suck each other soft… and gentle…"
Marsha moaned as they slowly turned their bodies into position. Her wet tongue slithered up into Kirstie's pussy. Kirstie nearly fainted with pleasure. She knew another long night of blissful fucking was only beginning.