"We have two children of oar own, Marcia," said Mrs. Morgan, a tall red-headed woman who somehow seemed to resemble a bird.
Marcia said nothing for a moment, then smiled inwardly and asked, "Are they boys or girls, Ma'am?"
CHAPTER TWO
"Well, here's your new home, Marcia," Mr. Morgan said as he pulled into the driveway of a moderately sized, split-entry, suburban home.
"You have a nice house," she said. "Thank you, Marcia," Mrs. Morgan replied. "I'm sure you'll like our children too. Peter is just about your age, and Tina is only a year older."
"I'm sure we'll get along fine."
Marcia found herself hoping she and Peter got along especially fine as she got out of the Morgan's station wagon and was ushered into their house. She wished Peter was a little older, but, she decided, he was definitely old enough. She had been wondering how handsome the young boy would be, and as they entered the living room she got her first look at him as he lay back sprawled on the couch. She realized that he was even better looking than she had hoped.
"Peter, this is Marcia," Mr. Morgan said.
The young boy climbed slowly up off the couch and gave Marcia a good looking over. He extended his hand and smiled at her. "It's nice to meet you, Marcia."
"You too, Peter."
The young girl felt herself growing flushed with warmth as she admired Peter. He wasn't very tall, but he was very muscular for his age and had short blond hair. He was dressed in cut-offs and a tank top and looked very much like a jock.
"Peter, why don't you show Marcia her room? Your mother and I have some things to do."
"Sure, Dad. This way, Marcia."
She followed the boy down the hall to the last door on the right.
"Here's your room," he said, opening the door and pointing inside. "Where are your things?"
"Oh, I left them in the car."
"I'll get them later. Are they in the truck?"
She nodded and entered the little room which consisted of little more than a bureau and a bed. She looked longingly at the bed and wondered how long it would be until she had somebody between those sheets with her. She sat down on the bed and looked up at Peter, who leaned against the door jamb, looking down at her.
"Peter, why do your parents take in foster kids?"
He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Dad says it's a nice thing to do, but if they didn't pay him to do it, I doubt if he would."
"It sounds like the same reason most people have."
"Yeah. Have you been in many other homes?"
"A few. Not too many."
The blond-haired boy glanced behind him and down the hallway. "Hey, Tina, come here. Meet the new addition."
Peter stepped into the bedroom and glanced around for someplace to sit. He glanced at the bed and then at Marcia. The young girl boldly met his gaze, then patted the bed beside her. Peter actually blushed at her, but sat down anyway, as far away from her as he could.
"Marcia, this is my sister, Tina. Tina, Marcia."
The young girl standing in the doorway was a smaller version of her mother, tall with long red hair and practically no tits to speak of.
"Hello, Marcia," Tina said. "I, uh, I have some things to do." She quickly disappeared from the doorway.
"She's kind of shy," Peter told her when they were alone.
"I guess so. Are you?"
"Am I what?" he asked, refusing to meet her gaze.
"Shy!"
"Oh, un, no, I guess not. I'll go get your things out of the car."
"Thank you, Peter, that's sweet of you."
"Uh, sure. Anytime."
Marcia wasn't certain, but the young boy actually seemed to be blushing as he fled from her bedroom.
Later that warm Sunday, Marcia was outside in the backyard, alone. Peter and his parents were gone visiting relatives and Tina was locked up in her bedroom, doing whatever she did in there. Peter had told Marcia that his older sister spent almost all of her time alone in her bedroom, reading or painting or just listening to music.
Marcia thought about her new family as she walked vacantly about the yard, soaking up the sun. Most of the backyard was secluded by a tall hedge and she suddenly felt an urge to remove her tank top and let the warm sun shine on her naked tits.
"I suppose it won't hurt anything," she said to herself, and quickly whipped off the striped top.
She leaned back on the grass and sighed at how nice the sun felt beating down on her hard nipples. It was making her horny and without really thinking about what she was doing, she raised a hand up to her tits and slowly began playing with them, pinching the nipples and rubbing back and forth at the soft flesh.
A slow spasm of warmth swept between her thighs and landed in the hot hunger of her pussy. She thought of how nice it would be to have a handsome young man here with her, a young boy with a beautiful cock who could caress her with his mouth and hands until she could bear it no more. She thought of how it would be to spread her thighs beneath the sun and have him climb atop her and bury his prick in her cunt to the hilt. She thought of how good it would feel to fuck.
As if moving on its own, her hand went to the frayed waistline of her blue jeans and slowly opened them up. She reached inside and was not at all surprised to find that her panties were wet with lust. She reached inside the soft sexy material of her underwear and played with her warm pussy-mound. She spread her thighs and gently slipped a finger into her fleshy, hair-fringed pussy.
A spasm of electricity jolted through her soft young body as her finger brushed against the little button of her clitoris. She humped her finger even harder again her little joy-button and closed her eyes, feeling only the warmth that was within and all around her.
"Go, go," she murmured, pretending she had a lover with her.
Marcia lost herself for long minutes while she played with herself and felt the orgasm build up inside of her. She felt as if she was right on the edge of some giant cliff, about to go over. She came closer and closer to cumming, and just as she fell her climax about to explode inside of her, she heard a low, masculine voice laugh and call out a greeting to her.
"What, wh-who is it?" she shouted, pulling her hand out of her pants and trying to cover up her exposed, flopping tits.
"You look like some horny little chick," the voice said with an almost malicious laugh.
"Where are you?" she said, quickly pulling her top back on and jerking her head around to find where the man was hiding.
"Right here."
She saw him then, a handsome, bearded face buried in the hedge that separated the Morgan's house from her neighbor's. She suddenly felt anger well up within her in place of the embarrassment she had originally felt. Who did this man think he was?
"You Peeping Tom, you!" she yelled at him. "Get the hell out of here!"
He laughed at her then and said, "I have an even better idea. Why don't I come over there and join you?"
He pushed himself through the hedge and she saw that he was actually a very handsome man. He wore only a pair of frayed blue cut-offs and Marcia could see the distinct outline of his half-hard prick pushing outward against the fabric. He was tanned and muscular and she suddenly found herself thinking of how it would be to have him on top of her, fucking away at her.
"I, uh, I think you should get out of here," she said.
"Why? You're alone, aren't you?"
"Well, my foster family is gone, but they could get back at any time."
"Okay, we'll go over to my place then."
The young girl thought about it for a moment, then quickly leapt to her feet. Her cunt was hot and wet and she knew she would just die if she didn't have a big fucking prick inside her soon.
"Lead the way, honey," she whispered huskily.
His name was Steve and he rented the house next door to the Morgans.
"My old lady left me just a few days ago," he had explained to Marcia as he had led her by the hand into his bedroom.
"I'm sorry to hear that,"
she had said as she stripped her clothing off and fell back on his huge water bed...
"I'm not. You're a hell of a lot better looking."
"That's nice to hear."
Now she lay sprawled out on the water bed, swaying gently back and forth while the handsome, young bearded man munched silently at her pussy. His tongue flicked against her clitoris and she moaned loudly to let him know that he had found the spat, the place she needed pressure on to cum. She spread her thighs even wider and wrapped one trim little leg around his neck and down his back, pulling his darting tongue deeply into her. His lips found her little joy-button and he sucked and tongued at it until she began to hump herself up into his face, fucking his chin and lips and nose with her hot pussy.
"God, God, that's so good, baby, so fucking good," she moaned. "Eat me, baby!"
It was wonderful, what the water bed was doing to her. The soft to-and-fro movement of it aroused her to no end, and she suddenly realized that she had to have his cock in her.
"Baby, Steve, wait a minute."
He pulled his face away from her cunt and looked up at her with an impish little smile on his face.
"Steve, I -- could you..."
"Could I what, honey?"
"Fuck me, please!"
He slid his muscular, hairy body between her splayed thighs and pushed the spongy head of his cock up against her little cunt-hole. She wrapped her legs around him and tried to pull him into her, tried to force him to get on with fucking her.
"You really want it, don't you baby," he whispered down into her hot face.
"Yes, Christ yes, fuck me, baby!"
He forced his hard prick into her little cunt, making it feel to her as if she were being split open with an axe. The young girl bit at her lip, stifling the grunts of pain and pleasure which tore through her like a chain-saw. It was unbelievable how a hard cock pushing into her made her feel. It was the finest feeling she could imagine, the very finest. With a soft, slippery slide he was suddenly all the way in her, filling her completely, their pubic hairs mingling.
"Shit you're tight, honey," he moaned. "The tightest fucking cunt I've ever felt!"
"Tell me more, baby," she murmured, pushing her pelvis up against him.
"Tight, so fucking tight!"
He slid his prick back out of her until only the huge head of it was in her, then lunged heavily back onto her body, panting words of lust.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she cried.
"Oh, I'll fuck you, honey!"
Again and again his hard prick lunged in and out of her. She felt herself build toward orgasm quickly, unbelievably fast. She needed it so much, needed to cum, wanted to do nothing else in the world but cum and cum and cum!
"Fuck me! Fuck me!"
She looked up into his handsome bearded face and thought of how wonderful it was to be young and desired by such a truly handsome man, such a muscular man, such a huge pricked man!
His eyes were closed and he drooled ever so slightly down into her hot cheeks. His body humped up and down on hers, his prick thrusting in and out of her cunt again and again. She felt a flower begin to unfold within her tight little cunt, felt a dam about to burst over with a mind-blowing orgasm. She grabbed at his face and pulled it down to hers, licking and sucking at his mouth and tongue, wishing she could gobble him up whole.
"So tight, so fucking tight, baby!"
She felt herself going over the edge, felt herself about to blow up.
"God, fuck me, baby, fuck me, God, do it to me doll, fuck that little cunt, fuck it, Godddddd... I'm cummiiinnnggggg!"
The orgasm shot through her, jerking her body about like a puppet on a string, making her shudder and spasm up against him with the joyous release of youth.
"God, God, so fucking good!"
"Yeah, so good, so good," he moaned down into her ear.
Still he continued to fuck away at her sensitive pussy. It almost hurt, to be fucked so wildly right after cumming, but almost immediately the little twinge of pain subsided and she felt herself going up the top of the roller coaster again, and knew that she was going to cum almost instantly after her first orgasm.
"So fucking tight!" he cried, grabbing at the cheeks of her ass and pushing himself into her once more. "So tight!"
He bucked like a stallion atop her and she knew he was shooting his load into her, knew he was cumming. His prick bounced around inside her, mercilessly beating against her clitoris, and suddenly she felt herself cum again, not quite as strongly as the other time, but still.
"God, what a fuck!" she murmured.
He echoed her sentiments and collapsed atop her.
CHAPTER THREE
At dinner that night with the Morgans, Marcia found that she could not keep her mind off the great afternoon she had spent with Steve. What a fuck he was! She could hardly wait until the next time she could slip over there for another session of fucking and sucking.
Mrs. Morgan interrupted the young girl's horny thoughts with a request to pass the peas.
"How did your day go today, Marcia?" the older woman asked her as she scooped a helping of peas onto her plate.
"Oh, fine. I met one of my new neighbors."
"Oh, who was it?"
"Steve -- the guy with the beard."
"He's a nice man," Mrs. Morgan said. "I understand he's recently separated from his wife, though."
"Wife hell," Mr. Morgan said around a mouthful of food. "If they were married I'm the Queen of England."
The Morgans went on to chat about the sexual attitudes of the younger generation and Marcia slipped back into her lascivious thoughts. As she ate her dinner of roast beef, mashed potatoes, and peas she thought of how it felt to have a hard prick pounding into her little pussy.
She was so engrossed in her fantasy that she did not at first notice the slight nudge somebody was giving her calf under the dinner table. When the rough caresses continued she pulled herself out of her sexual fantasy and looked across the table to where Peter and Tina sat. The young boy was silently staring down into his plate as he picked away at his food.
The little imp! Marcia thought.
She pressed her leg against the ankle that was playing with her calf and thought of how nice it would be to slip into Peter's room when everybody was in bed and fucked him until dawn. She wondered briefly if he was a virgin and then realized it didn't matter. He certainly wouldn't be when she got through with him!
The slight pressure on her calf was doing marvelous things to her pussy. She delighted in the wet, sloppy feeling she felt in her little, hair-fringed cunt gap.
Marcia glanced over at Tina, Peter's quiet, red-haired sister and was surprised to see the young girl give her a knowing little smile. Did the girl know what the younger boy was doing under the table? Perhaps they had talked about it beforehand, Marcia knew that a lot of brothers and sisters were very close that way.
As if by accident, Marcia knocked her butter knife off the table and onto the floor. Muttering an apology, she bent to pick it up, and was surprised to see that it wasn't Peter who was so sensually playing footsie with her, but Tina!
God, Marcia thought, is this girl a dyke?
As she sat back up in her chair, Marcia accidentally pushed her leg even harder against Tina's. She could have killed herself for that, because now Tina was encouraged enough to raise her foot up and rest it on Marcia's chair, her toes lightly pressing into the girl's sensitive crotch.
Marcia knew she couldn't make a scene now everybody would be embarrassed and Tina's parents would have to take their daughter's side. So she decided to finish her meal as quickly as possible and talk to Tina about it later.
As she quickly ate away at her food, Tina's stockinged toes pressed into her crotch with a steady, silent rhythm. Marcia tried to ignore it, but she suddenly realized bow truly enjoyable it was. She felt her cunt grow soft and sticky with the dull hunger that lust always inspired in her. As if she could no longer control her body, Marcia felt herself spreading her thighs wid
e and pushing her pussy up against the ball of Tina's foot. It felt so good!
She realized she didn't want the young girl to quit what she was doing.
Before she could think about what was happening to her, dinner was over and everybody was leaving the table. The young girl's foot was gone from her crotch, and she was right on the brink of cumming.
"I think I'm going to go to bed early tonight," Tina said as she made her way from the dining room.
"Okay, dear," Mrs. Morgan said.
"I'm pretty worn out, too," Marcia said. "Do you mind if I talk to you for a while before we sack out, Tina?"
"Not at all."
As Marcia followed her foster sister down the hall and into her bedroom, she was certain she heard Mrs. Morgan comment to her husband on how nice it was that the two girls seemed to be getting along so well.
"Welcome to the inner sanctum," Tina said as she closed and locked her bedroom door behind Marcia.
"It's, uh, it's a nice room."
The walls of the room were covered with posters and art prints and drawings. It was one of those rooms that had a dozen interesting things to look at. However, Marcia found that all she really wanted to look at was the skinny young red-haired girl who stood in the center of the room, casually sliding her hand up and down her crotch.
"I'm really horny, Marcia."
"God, Tina, I've never done anything like this."
Tina giggled, a little girl giggle and flopped down on her bed. She patted the bed beside her and moved a huge stuffed bear so Marcia would have room to sit beside her.
"I saw you earlier, Marcia," she said.
"I, uh, I don't know what you mean."
"In the back yard. When you took your shirt off in the sun and played with yourself. I was in the kitchen doing the dishes and I thought of how nice it would be to play with your tits and lick your cunt for you. I was going to go outside and join you but then Steve showed up. Did you have a good time with him?"
"Oh, him. Yes, I had a marvelous time."
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