"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.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Rick was sitting in the hotel bar, nursing a drink, when he saw the girl. She was so bewitchingly beautiful that for a moment she made him forget about his problem. He had not called Kirstie or spoken to her since he had made his escape after Marsha surprised them.
He really wanted to see his sister. He really wanted to see Marsha again, too. Just one day without either of them and he was walking around with a perpetual hard-on. The problem was, how could he see either one without the other knowing? It was all so confusing that he couldn't figure out a solution.
But after he saw the girl sitting at the end of the bar, he didn't give it another thought. She was a stunning creature with long raven black hair and a sensual suckmouth that nearly made him cream his jeans just from looking at it.
From where he was sitting he couldn't see much of her body. But when she lit a cigarette, she moved her arms and he caught a glimpse of the creamy tops of her large up tilted breasts. In the dim light he could even make out the swollen bumps of her nipples under the shiny black satin of her dress.
God damn! he thought. That's for me.
He knew she was probably a hooker. A high-priced one too, from the look of her. He didn't have any money to spend, not on pussy. Not when he could get it for free with a simple phone call. If he could only figure out how to call one without the other finding out.
But the more he watched the girl at the end of the bar, the more intense the throbbing got in his groin. His stiff cock felt like it was going to burst. He was afraid someone might see it. Suddenly the girl's dark eyes caught his and burned him with a quick sultry flash.
My God, Rick thought, swallowing. I've just got to give it a try.
He stood up, trying to conceal his hard-on, and went over to the empty stool next to her. He knew enough about hookers of all kinds to know that money was what they cared about, not sex. Still, he had to have her.
"Can I sit here?" he asked.
"It's a public place," she said with a sly smirk.
"Buy you a drink?"
"That would be nice."
He ordered drinks for both of them. When they arrived, he raised his glass. "Here's to future pleasures," he grinned.
She smirked back at him again but refused to raise her glass with him.
"What's the matter? You don't like toasts?"
"It all depends on how they're meant."
"I assure you, my intentions are completely dishonorable."
She sipped her drink, looking at mm in the mirror behind the bar instead of face to face. "DO you want to fuck me?" she whispered, licking her lips, smiling mysteriously.
Rick nearly fell off his bar stool. "You don't waste much time with small talk, do you."
"What's the point?" she murmured. "You didn't sit dawn here to talk about the weather, did you?"
"I sure didn't."
"Well then?"
Now she turned her smoldering eyes toward him. Her hot gaze nearly melted Rick. He picked up his change from the bar.
"Let's get up to my room," he said.
She grabbed his elbow. "Wait a minute. Aren't you interested in the… price?" She raised one eyebrow.
"It's unimportant," Rick shrugged, trying to give her the impression that money was no object.
She turned back to her drink, refusing to get off the bat stool. "On the contrary, it's very important," she said coldly.
"We'll talk about it upstairs."
She shook her head. "It's bad business." Rick climbed back on his bar stool, wondering what to do now. He wanted like crazy to screw her, but he wasn't about to fork over a hundred bucks for the privilege. He got an idea. He didn't know if it would work, but it was the only thing he had going for him now. He put his hand on hers, lifted it, and drew it under the bar. She made a slight move to resist. But he firmly overpowered her. He placed her hand directly on his huge pulsing cock.
The girl's sensual lips parted in pleasant shock. She smiled. Her fingers squeezed the shaft of his prick through the cloth of his pants.
"Goad God," she whispered. "Is that real?"
"Want to find out?"
Slowly, still giving him a very alluring grin, she removed her clothes and turned back to her half-finished drink. "I've seen a few big ones before," she murmured.
"I'll bet you have," Rick said. "Well, maybe we should just forget it."
He wanted to fuck her so much that he was afraid if she squeezed his cock once more like that, he'd come in his pants. It took all his self-restraint to act nonchalant. But in a moment she looked over at him again. Her mouth was pursed in a playful grin, but her eyes were hot.
"Can I do that again?" she asked softly.
Rick stood up and helped her off her stool. He could hardly keep his hands off her as they rode the elevator up to his room. When they got inside the door, he was on her in a flash. She kissed him back wetly, panting a little as his fingers dug into the firm round flesh of her ass. But she pulled away from him quickly, before he could undress her.
"Wait a minute, honey," she gasped. "Don't we have a little negotiating to do?"
Rick grinned and unzipped his pants. His stiff jumpin, monster of a cock stood straight up in the air. "Yeah, we have to negotiate this right into your hot little box," he said.
She looked down at his huge cock with undisguised lust but still took another step back from him. She gave him a mock innocent pout. "Oh, but you know we have to grease the way with a little… shall we say, cash?"
She held out her hand. Rick took it and put it on his naked cock. "You said you wanted to do that again."
"Mmmmm, I know," she murmured.
"Would you like to kiss it too?"
She coiled her long fingers around the shaft of his prick. Rick clenched his teeth as she squeezed it. "I don't work for free, honey," she whispered.
"They why don't you look on it as pleasure this time?" Rick said.
As he spoke, he put one hand behind her neck and forced her head down to his groin. She sank to her knees under the pressure of his strong arm. "Suck it, bitch."