"I wouldn't know anything about that sort of thing," Tina said, reaching a hand around Marcia's shoulders and pulling her close. "I've never been with a man."
"You should try it sometime," Marcia said, giggling up at the young girl. "It's really a lot of fun." Tina pushed Marcia down onto the bed and slid her hand along the crotch of the dark haired girl's pants.
"What can a guy do to you that I can't?"
"You don't have a cock," Marcia answered quickly, unbuttoning her pants and sliding them down her thighs.
"No, that's true, but I do have a mouth, and a tongue, and hands, and a pussy."
As if to prove it to her, Tina slid her pants and underwear off and showed Marcia her pussy. It was so cute, what with the little patch of curly red pubic hairs, that Marcia just had to reach out and touch it. Tina fell back on the bed and spread her thighs to her young friend's exploring fingers. Marcia touched and pressed, letting her fingers caress and play at will, wherever they felt like wandering.
"That's so nice, Marcia."
"Yes, it is," Marcia agreed.
She fell down onto the floor so she was at eye level with Tina's open pussy and stared into it. It was so soft, so pink and moist. Tina slid around on the bed so her ass was perched on it and her legs hung over the edge, spread wide and inviting.
"Do you mind if I kiss it?" Marcia asked her friend.
"I'd be sad if you didn't."
Marcia pushed her nose up against the hot little hair-fringed gash and darted her tongue out. The smell of it put her off at first, but the sweetly sour taste more than made up for it. She would have never thought that she would ever go down on another girl. But here she was and actually enjoying it!
She darted and fluttered her pink little tongue in and out of the young girl's pussy. Tina writhed on the bed and made moaning, guttural sounds. Marcia knew how she felt. Having her pussy eaten was one of the finest things she could think of. At times she knew she could even prefer it to straight fucking.
Tina's pussy was becoming wet and sloppy now. Marcia tried her best to sop up all the flowing juices and swallow them down, but the more she licked and sucked at the little cunt, the wetter it became.
"Oh, Marcia, that feels so good, so fucking good, Christ, I'm so glad you're doing it to me!"
"I am too, Tina," Marcia moaned into the hairy little pussy.
The dark-haired girl slid her hands under Tina's thighs and pulled them over her shoulders so they slid down her back. She loved the way that felt, the way those firm young thighs rested so easily -- and so sexily -- on her back. She began caressing Tina's young torso with her hands, kneading the soft young meat as if she were a baker working on a vat of bread dough. Her hands worked up higher and higher on the young girl until she reached her almost non-existent tits. The nipples were so hard, so yearning to be pinched and tickled.
"Oh Marcia, that's so fucking great honey, so wonderful, just keep playing with my tits, keep doing that honey, God, keep playing with me -- keep eating me!"
The red-haired girl began to buck and hump wildly on the bed now, pushing her young cunt up into Marcia's juice-drenched face. Marcia kept fucking away at her with her nose and lips and chin, delighting in the moist warmth that continued to grow in her own cunt. She closed her eyes and thought of how great it was to fuck another girl -- and such a pretty girl, too! She didn't think it was wrong, didn't really care if it was wrong, because she knew that anything that felt so mind-blowingly good could not be bad, no matter what anybody said.
"Fuck me, God, Marcia, fuck my little pussy, yeah, God, I'm gonna cum!"
Marcia knew she would never be a dyke she liked the feel of a cock inside her little pussy too much to ever do that. But she also knew that whenever she found a pretty woman who was willing to spread her thighs and lay back on a bed, she would be all to willing to go down on her and make her cum.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming, Marcia!"
Tina pounded her pussy up into Marcia's face just a few more times, and then fell back on the bed, limp and satiated. Marcia stayed on the floor between her young friend's spread thighs, licking like a contented kitten at the pungent juices that covered the open, hair fringed cunt.
"Marcia," Tina said in a little girl voice, "could you come up here?"
"I'd cum anywhere at the moment, Tina," Marcia said with a little giggle.
Tina laughed and helped her friend up on the bed beside her. The two girls giggled together and Marcia fell into her young lover's arms. She rubbed her full, heaving tits against Tina's little, huge nippled ones. It was amazing, how good it felt, feeling her tits rubbing up against another girl.
Tina pushed Marcia's legs apart with her hands and slid in between them, pushing her own little sloppy cunt up against Marcia's.
"Do you like that?" she asked.
"You know I do."
"I'm glad."
Marcia splayed her thighs apart as far as possible and wrapped herself around the young girl. Tina's hard little hillock of bone and hair pushed into her open pussy, sending shivers of delight down Marcia's spine and into her ass.
Their cunts ground together, eliciting squeals of joy and delight from both of them. Tina lowered her head on Marcia's chest as she fucked away at her with her sloppy, grinding pussy and wrapped her lips around one of the dark-haired girl's hard nipples. The sensations in Marcia's body were unbelievable -- a mouth on her tit, and a cunt fucking into her open pussy-gash -- it was amazing what this little girl was doing to her!
She lay back on the bed and let Tina crawl on her like a man would do. She wrapped her thighs lazily around the skinny girl and ground her pussy against the hard bony hump which pounded into her. Tina was sucking away at her other tit now, pulling at it with her soft lips and caressing it with her tender hands.
"Fuck me, fuck me, Tina," Marcia moaned. "God, just keep doing it!"
Tina humped into her for what seemed like hours, then stopped suddenly and crawled off her.
"What are you doing?" Marcia asked, almost silently.
"I want to do something else."
Marcia watched as the skinny girl climbed around on the bed and atop her in a new position. Her knees rested on either side of Marcia's shoulders now and her face was down at the dark-haired girl's pussy.
"We can eat each other now," Tina explained.
At the first touch of Tina's mouth on Marcia's exposed pussy, the full-tittied girl jumped with a quiver of delight. She grasped Tina's ears with her hands and pulled her down into her cunt. The tongue which slithered along the sensitive flesh of her pussy-gash left her feeling helpless and almost marvelously alive. She knew that this was what life was all about.
She stared up into the cunt which was open only inches above her face. She knew that when she shot her tongue up into it, Tina would feel the exact same sensations she had. She knew that Tina would feel as if the whole world was given to her, as if every nerve in her body was jumping and alive with incredible lust.
She took her hands from her lover's head and rested them on the soft white cheeks of the ass which was positioned so perfectly above her. She pulled Tina's pussy down to her and, pursing her lips, gave the young girl a long, lingering kiss directly on her pink pussy-gash.
"Ohhhhhh, Marcia, that's it, God, just keep doing that to me, God..."
Marcia felt Tina's tongue slither into her and at the same moment she shot her own tongue as deeply into the girl's cunt as it could go. She was delighted with the way her young friend moaned and bounced about atop her.
Tina was no longer supporting her weight on her hands and knees. She was resting on Marcia's full, rounded body now, pushing her tongue into the cunt beneath her mouth and humping back into the face which ate away at her cunt. She began to rock back and forth on the young girl, growling and moaning like an animal. Marcia felt an orgasm begin to well up within her then. Tina found the dark-haired girl's little clitoris and went to work on it with a renewed fervor.
"That's the spot, Tina. Christ! T
hat's it! Tongue it! Tongue that spot, lover!"
Marcia could think about nothing anymore, nothing save the wonderful feeling which enveloped her. Tina's cunt lay open above her but she could no longer kiss it, could no longer suck and tongue it. She ground the palms of her hands into the bed and clutched at the sheets. Her pelvis arched up into Tina's face with almost a will of its own. She jerked her head back and forth on the bed and mewled and panted.
"That's the spot, lover -- that's it! Just keep doing it to me, baby!"
Tina was fucking Marcia's tender little cunt with her whole face now, with her lips, her tongue, with her chin and nose. She kept a constant humping rhythm up right against Marcia's throbbing little cunt.
Marcia's whole body pulsed now with the orgasm which she was on the brink of. She continued to buck her pounding cunt up into Tina's face and felt it sweep through her with a force quite unlike anything she had ever before experienced. She was about to cum!
"God, Tina! Tina, fuck, do it to me -- this is it, fuck, shit, here goes -- unnnnggggggg -- God this is it, baby, Christ, I'm cummmmmmmiiiinnnnnngggggggg!"
Her cunt exploded then as if a stick of dynamite had just gone off in it. The orgasm pounded through her like waves upon a rocky shore. Her whole body jumped and jolted. She pounded the bed with her fists and then, finally fell back, totally reined.
"Oh Tina, thank you so much. Thank you, lover, that was so fucking good."
Marcia could feel the young girl smile as she licked up the juices, which flowed from the cunt, which had so recently exploded in ecstasy.
"I'm glad you liked it, Marcia. I know I did when you made me cum."
Marcia smiled and patted Tina's slender flank. "We're going to have to do this more often, I think," she said.
Later that night, after leaving Tina, Marcia walked through the dark, silent house to the bathroom which was right beside Mr. and Mrs. Morgan's bedroom. Marcia silently slipped into the john and as she sat on the toilet she thought of how much fun she had had with Tina. She decided that being bisexual was the greatest thing in the world. It doubled the number of people she could fuck.
Just before flushing the toilet, the young girl heard a low-voiced curse come from the other side of the wall which separated the bathroom from her foster parents' bedroom. It was answered by a sharp, higher pitched retort and then, surprisingly, the sound of something being shattered. Intrigued, Marcia moved next to the wall and placed her ear against it.
"It's just not any fun, Carl," she heard Mrs. Morgan say.
"What do you mean, baby. It's the greatest thing in the world," Mr. Morgan answered.
"Well, not for me."
"I can't believe that. You used to enjoy it." There was a long, silence, and Marcia pressed her ear up even tighter against the wall.
"I never liked it, Carl," Mrs. Morgan said finally.
"Sure you did!"
"No, Carl, I've always faked it, just, well, just to make you happy."
Mr. Morgan cursed and called her a foul name. There was another long silence.
"Well, what am I supposed to do?" he said at last.
"I don't see what you're complaining about, Carl," Mrs. Morgan said. "I let you do it to me at least once or twice a week."
"I like to fuck every night, dammit."
"I'm sorry, but I don't."
They were silent then, and when Marcia decided there was nothing more to hear, she slipped out of the bathroom without flushing the toilet.
As she made her way back to her room, she thought of how horny Mr. Morgan must be getting. She also thought of how much fun it would be to teach Mrs. Morgan to like sex.
CHAPTER FOUR
Marcia slept in the next day and did not awaken until past ten when the sun shone through the lace curtains of her new room. She threw her blankets from her and let the sun warm her naked body. She thought of how much fun she had had with Tina the previous night, and the great afternoon she had spent with Steve.
As she thought about the young, bearded man next door, Marcia put her hand to her hairy cunt-mound and began to play with herself. She imagined Steve's thick cock pushing into her pussy, stretching the walls wide with his hard prick-meat. She plunged her finger into her cunt and closed her eyes, pretending it was a prick. But it just wasn't the same. Her finger was just too skinny, and there was no hairy, muscular body atop her to clutch.
As she played with herself and imagined she was being fucked, a knock, came at her door, shattering her sexual fantasy. She quickly pulled her sheet over her, keeping her finger buried in her cunt.
"Who is it?" she called out.
"Peter," came the young boy's voice from the door. "I just wanted to see if you were awake yet."
"I am. Why don't you come in?"
The sheet was moulded to her full-titties wide-hipped body. She wondered how Peter would handle such a provocative sight.
"Hi!" she said brightly as he entered her room.
"Uh, hi," he replied.
Marcia was pleased with the way his eyes went immediately to the outline of her nude body beneath the sheet. His gaze traveled from her tits down to her wide hips and back up again. He licked his lips and looked as if he had just had some heavenly revelation.
"How are you this, morning, Peter?" she asked, moving her body around and stretching so the sheet slid down, almost exposing her billowy tits.
"Fine. Just great, Marcia. I thought I'd let you know that Mom and Dad are gonna be out of town today and tonight. Dad has to look at some ground down in Eugene that his company might develop and they're going to spend the night there."
"Well, thank you for telling me, Peter."
The muscular young boy turned as if to leave then.
"You can stay and talk to me for a while, if you like," Marcia said to him.
He smiled at her like a little puppy dog and quickly crossed the room to sit beside her on the bed.
"Are your parents gone already, Peter?"
"Yeah, they left just a few minutes ago."
He couldn't take his eyes from her tits. The young girl decided to really give him something to look at and moved up in the bed, casually pulling the sheet down so both her nipples just barely peeked out at him. She pretended it had been an accident, wondering if he would be gutsy enough to get the hint and throw her down and take her the way she wanted it.
"It's a real nice day," he said.
"Yes, it is."
She smiled inwardly and thought of how young this boy really was. He had to be a virgin, the way he was acting with her. She wondered how it would be to fuck a virgin, and knew that she would before this day was out.
"You're a very handsome boy, Peter," she said.
"Th-thank you."
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Well, sorta. There's this girl I know and we go out sometimes, but it's nothing really heavy."
"I see. Do you fuck her?"
Her words shocked the young boy, and he had to swallow twice before he was able to speak.
"Well, uh -- sure. Yeah. I fuck all the time." She loved the timid way he lied to her and smiled at him.
"What else do you do together?" she asked.
"Well, the usual stuff."
"What's 'the usual stuff?'"
"Oh, you know. I play with her, with her..."
His voice trailed off and Marcia decided she had toyed with him enough. She reached a hand out from under the sheet -- the hand which had been buried in her pussy -- and caressed his cheek with her sticky fingertips. He jumped away from her at her first touch but then smiled an embarrassed smile and reached out for her hand. He seemed content to just touch her fingers and palms and the back of her hand.
"Why are your fingers so sticky?" he asked.
"I've been playing with myself."
"Oh, gee, I didn't think girls did that."
"As much as boys."
That seemed to shock hum, but Marcia didn't mind. He would be in for a few more surprises before the day was over. She put
her hand back to his cheeks and touched the soft, boyish flesh. She pulled her other hand out from under the sheet and rested it lightly on the crotch of his gym shorts. She smiled at him when she felt his hard-on. She began to stroke it and was pleased when she felt it grow even more and press up through the shorts against her hand.
"Uh. Marcia, I gotta tell you. I, uh lied to you."
"What do you mean?"
"About what I do with my girlfriend. I've never fucked her. I've never fucked anybody."
"That's okay, Peter. Everybody was a virgin once. I'm glad you told me."
She continued to caress his prick through the thin fabric of his gym shorts and when it grew so hard that she knew it must be hurting him to have it confined, she pulled at the elastic banding and told him to raise his ass up off the bed. When the cock was free and sticking straight up hard as tempered steel, Marcia smiled and kicked the sheets from her body.
"God, you're beautiful, Marcia!"
The boy's enthusiasm got to her, and she instinctively knew that, virgin or not, he was going to be a great lover. She curled herself around him on the bed so her head rested in his lap, her mouth scant inches away from his prick. She darted her tongue out and licked at the cockhead. A tiny droplet of pre-cum oozed out of his piss-slit and she quickly licked it up, delighting in the taste of it.
"God, good Christ, that's unbelievable, Marcia!"
"I'm glad you like it, honey," she whispered into his cock.
She opened her mouth wide and gently lowered it over his tender prick. She loved the way if felt when his cock slid against the soft, meaty cheeks of her mouth. She pressed her lips together, wrapping them vise-like around his cock, caressing it with her tongue as she did so. He began to jerk and sway beneath her lusty ministrations. He buried his hands in her full head of hair and pushed her mouth even further down his cock, it slid down her throat, and all of it was in her. His tight coil of pubic hairs tickled her nose.
"Jesus, Marcia, suck it, God, that feels so good!"
She slid her mouth back up his cock until only the spongy mushroom-shaped head was between her lips and she felt another little droplet of pre-cum escape from it. Its taste drove her wild and she slid her mouth up and down on his cock with a wild frenzy. She wrapped her hand around him and jerked him off as she sucked at him. He began to thrust his cock up as she slid her hand and mouth up and down, burying his stiff cock-rod deeply into her with each stroke...
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