Rick couldn't stay away any longer. His passion for Kirstie wouldn't go away. He had done nothing for nearly two years but dream of fucking her again. And here he was in the same city with her but unable to see her.
Jackie did her best to satisfy him. But he couldn't afford to pay her, and she still had to earn a living in the only way she knew how. After a night of fucking for pay, she would come to his room. There she would nearly fuck him to death. She would use every ounce of her professional skill on him. She seemed to save up her orgasms, too.
Every night she would come four or five times while he was screwing her.
But Rick knew it couldn't last. Jackie had told him that while all the old men and sailors were fucking her, she pretended it was him. That was why she was so hot by the time she got to him at the end of the night. Rick didn't have the heart to tell her that while she was using her utmost ingenuity on his frantically throbbing cock, he was doing the same thing: dreaming it was his sister.
Finally he could stand it no longer. He went to Kirstie's apartment, without calling first. If both girls were home, they would simply have to explain it to Marsha and hope she would understand.
But when he rang the doorbell, Marsha answered the door.
"Oh, hi," she said, falsely bright, as if he hadn't disappeared for days.
"Hi."
"Kirstie's not, uh, home," she stammered nervously.
Rick couldn't help glancing down at her body. She was wearing a thin tank-top that left nothing to his imagination. Her full up tilted breasts might as well have been naked. Her round nipples poked pertly through the cloth.
She saw him looking and smiled. It was a knowing smile. How could either of them forget the time she had held his spouting cock while it spewed cum all over those same breasts?
"Goodness," Marsha said coyly, "you look like you want to swallow them."
Rick swallowed, trying to ignore the dryness in his throat. "What?" he croaked.
"These," she smiled, drawing circles around her breasts with her long fore finger.
He nodded. "I guess I can't help that, can I."
"I guess I can't help wanting you to," she whispered. "Do you want to come in?"
He stepped inside and shut the door behind him.
He realized that he had come there looking for Kirstie. But right now getting his hands on luscious Marsha was about all he could think of.
"Don't you think you should lock it?" she pouted. "What if she walks in on us like I did on you two?"
"The more the merrier," Rick grinned.
"My pussy, you are wicked, aren't you?" she clucked playfully. "Doing it with your own sister. And then wanting to do it with both of us at once. I declare. It's positively sinful."
Marsha's eyes twinkled playfully. She strutted in front of him, swaying her hips, thrusting out her breasts, reminding him how perfect and delicious her body was.
Rick went over to her and kissed her. His tongue probed her wet mouth the way he wanted to probe her pussy with his cock. And Marsha began to almost physically dissolve in his arms. She trembled and whimpered.
"God, I was so jealous when I saw you with her," she gasped. "I wanted to kill her. I had no idea what was between you two."
"Forget about it," Rick panted, getting his hands under her tank-top, rubbing her taut warm flesh. "Don't think about it."
"I just wanted you to put that big beautiful thing of yours in me again and again!" she whimpered.
She put her hands down and rubbed his thumping cock through his pants. Rick pulled the top up over her head and filled his hands with her marvelous breasts.
"Ohhhnnnnn God," she moaned. "When you came all over my titties like that, I nearly went crazy!"
"Good, good," he murmured, lowering his lips to them.
"I want you to do it again," Marsha panted. "I want you to come all over me. In my cunt. In my mouth, in my ass, on my titties, on my tummy. On my legs, on my back. All over me! I want to rub it into my body everywhere! I want to take a bath in it!"
She slid to her knees and frantically unzipped his pants. She pulled them down and cradled his stiff cock worshipfully in her hands, closing her lips over the swollen head and sucking passionately.
"Ummm," she moaned, gobbling him wildly. "I want you to forget about Kirstie. Please. We'll lock the door. And you can fuck and fuck and fuck me. You can have her later. I just want you to fuck me till I die. God, it's so big and beautiful! I can't get over it; I want it in me!"
"It won't do any good to lock the door," Rick panted, trying to keep his mind clear, which was impossible. "She has her own key."
"We'll put the chain on," Marsha said, licking the head of his cock.
Rick wasn't in the mood to quarrel. He reached behind him and fastened the chain. But doing it made him feel strangely bad. After all, he was locking Kirstie out. Wasn't his thing with her more important than a fuck with this delectable roommate of hers?
But Marsha was all over him now. She was rubbing his throbbing prick between her marvelous naked breasts again, mewling with urgent lust.
"Oh Jesus, I've waited for this moment," she said. "I imagined it over and over, but I never thought it would happen. I thought you'd never want me again, after you got back together with her."
She drew him toward her bedroom, stripping off her jeans as she went. Rick stumbled along behind her, trying to get out of his pants. She fell on the bed without removing the bedspread, pulling him down on top of her.
"Now fuck me, honey," she whispered, slithering her tongue between his lips. "Fuck me as hard and as long as you want. Fuck me everywhere. Just forget about her for a while."
"How can I refuse?" Rick whispered back, nipping her tongue with his teeth.
He dropped his mouth to her thick soft nipples and tugged them alive. She held his head and pushed her quivering breasts into his face, making low gurgling sounds of lust deep in her throat.
"Suck hard, suck me hard!" she begged. "Ohhhhnnnn, it feels so good! It drives me crazy!"
She was certainly telling the truth about that, Rick realized. The harder he sucked her nipples, the more she squirmed and panted. He mauled her delectable naked breasts with his mouth and fingers. He didn't only suck her nipples but sucked other parts of the firm rolling mounds into his mouth too. It drove Marsha wilder than ever.
"Oh! Oh!" she whimpered. "Oh God, yes! God, honey, fuck me! Put that huge prick in me! Cram me full of it! Rape me with it! Stuff me with it!"
Her frenzy of passion aroused Rick incredibly. She was a lust-maddened wildcat, writhing and moaning under him. His massive cock was as stiff as an iron pipe. He climbed between her splayed thighs and nestled the bulbous head of his prick in the gaping mouth of her wet pussy. Then he leaned forward and shoved it into her hard.
"Oh!" she cried out. "Hun you?" he panted.
"Oh God, yes! It's so big! It's too big!"
"You took it before."
"I know," she gasped. She bit her full lower lip. The whites of her eyes showed as her delirious lust gripped her. "Fuck me!" she grunted hoarsely. She pumped her hips, throwing her pussy up into his hammering cock, yowling with pleasure-pain each time the huge monster sank deep into her clenching channel.
Rick flung her legs up into the air, bending her nearly double, and began puncturing her cunt viciously with his cock. Marsha raked his shoulders with her fingernails. Her jackknifed body flexed and shuddered, her heels flailing in the air. She yelped and panted and moaned, wild with fierce pleasure.
"Oh! Ouch! Unh! Ah! Oh… oh Jesus! Ouch! Oh!"
"Does it hurt you?" he panted, lunging into her again and again.
"Yesssss!"
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No! Ah! Oh! Oh! God, don't stop!"
Rick dropped one hand down to the split of her ass and slid two fingers into her rectum. Marsha squealed as he invaded her tight asshole.
"Aaiieeeee! Oh yes… oh yes, Rickie, do it to me! Yesssssss! Fuck me everywhere!"
He fucked her cunt more gently for a few minutes, working his fingers in her asshole, loosening it. When it was finally open enough, he removed his fingers. He still held her legs high in the air, splayed wide. Now the whole wet seam of her groin was spread and vulnerable, both her cunt and her asshole open, and puckering.
Now he withdrew his prick from the silky wet sheath of her pussy. He dropped it an inch or so and inserted it in her rectum, sliding it all the way into her with one firm thrust. Lubricated by her own pussyjuice, it slid easily into her ass.
But her asshole was much smaller than her cunt. Skewered in the ass by the massive stalk of his prick, Marsha was gripped by a sharp seizure of pleasure mixed with pain. She winced and went white as a sheet, gasping with soundless pleasure. The pleasure and pain were so intense that she could do nothing but wheeze and groan with helpless delight as Rick fucked into her ass again and again.
He knew it was what she wanted. But he didn't want to carry things farther than she wanted them to go.
"Do you want me to stop?" he panted again.
"No!" she wailed. "God, no! Fuck me… fuck me everywhere! Ohhhh, fuck me, aanngghhhiieee! Fuck me, yesssss! Owwnnnn!"
Now Rick began to fuck her in bath holes. First he would give her two long strokes in her ass, then two in her cunt, then two more in her ass. Each time he rammed his cock in her to the hilt. Marsha gasped and moaned, tossing her head, wildly on the sheet, pinned under him but jouncing crazily each time the gigantic tool pierced her.
He could tell by looking in her blissfully contorted face that she felt no more pain now. It was only shattering pleasure, feelings so intense that she could hardly bear them. She locked her hands behind his neck and rocked in rhythm with each piercing lunge of his cock into her pussy and her ass.
"Ohhnnnnn God, I've never felt anything like it!" she groaned.
When she began to come, it was without warning. The explosive orgasms just seemed to erupt deep in her body, like water gushing through a broken dam. Convulsions ripped her. She screamed and thrashed violently, flexing and coming flexing and coming.
Three successive orgasms wrenched her before Rick began to come himself. He groaned with pleasure as his cock began to spurt into her bowel. He took it out and jammed it into her cunt, spewing more jism there. He released Marsha's legs and she quickly clamped them around his hips tightly and began pumping furiously, going for the big one.
"Oh yes, oh God yes!" she panted. "Uh oh! Aanngghhhh! Uunnneeeeiiiiii! Oh! Oh! Aanngghhiieeeee!"
A H-bomb climax seemed to rupture her body. She clawed and raked Rick's back, clinging to him as her body gyrated and thrashed with unspeakable pleasure. When it was over she collapsed in his grasp. He lowered her slack body gently to the sheet.
"You have many more like that, baby, and you're not going to survive them," he murmured.
"Oh God, I don't care!" Marsha gasped. "God, it's pure heaven! No, don't take it out! Please! Don't take it out!"
He left his cock in her clenching pussy a little while longer. But soon it got limp and slid out by itself. It was at that moment, as if somehow it had been planned, that the doorbell rang.