lips being mashed into her lips. The silky thighs spread above her and strong hands pulled her head up until all she could breathe and taste was pussy.
Marni experimented with her tongue. She touched the seething cuntal folds, licked the juice-dripping hair, and nuzzled her nose into the very top of the slit.
'Good… very good, Marni,' Beth sighed above her and pulled harder upward with her hands.
Marni's tongue drifted between the hot cuntal lips, savoring both the smell and the tangy flavor. 'Pussy,' Marni moaned, 'pussy or cock or tongue or fucking. All of it I want it all. I must… I must.'
Beth was almost shocked at her younger sister's willingness.
Then she was amazed.
Then she was pleased.
'You're not… you must be right,' Marni said. 'I've known it all along. My dreams were real. What I really wanted was this.'
They both fell back onto the bed.
The pounding in Marni's ears was trapped by Beth's squeezing thighs. She drove her tongue into her sister's hole, loving the slick skin-on-skin feeling. Her own thighs were being spread and a finger was inserted into her cunt. Then another, and a third. At the same time her clitoris was being massaged by Beth's expert tongue.
'Oh God, Beth!' she cried. 'I love it… I love it… I know I do!'
'So do I, darling,' Beth sighed. 'Eat me suck my pussy juices!'
Marni's thoughts chased in dizzy circles as she ran her hands over her sister's buttocks and her tongue between the gooey cuntlips. She imagined in the darkness Beth's tanned nakedness around her. She felt the flesh against her, the smooth breasts rocking against her belly while the hungry mouth devoured her seeping pussy.
Little firecrackers of color exploded before her eyes as Beth's tongue did magic things between her thighs.
Fascinated by her own reaction, Marni's mind zoomed outside itself. She seemed to be looking down at the two writhing, sex-inflamed forms churning together on the wide bed. She wondered why revulsion didn't set into her thoughts as she buried her head between her own sister's wet, yielding thighs.
And then she knew.
It was because she was her mother's daughter, and her sister's sister. She remembered sharing a room with Beth when they were children. She remembered seeing her beautiful older sister undressing and admiring herself in the mirror. Her flowering tits and the sprinkling of pubic hair over her pussy had been just enough of a mystery to Marni that the younger girl loved her instead of envying her.
She and Beth had always loved each other. They had always given each other the love they didn't seem to get from anyone else. But then Beth had gotten married and left her. But now she was back, Beth was back and Marni was loving her… and Beth was loving Marni.
Again Marni remembered all those things about her sister's naked body and realized that even then she had wanted to do just exactly what she was doing right now.
'Faster… faster,' Beth urged from somewhere at the foot of the bed.
Marni felt a ripple of joy go through Beth's body as she returned her tongue between her sister's cuntal walls. Her tongue found Beth's clitoris. She teased and worried it with both her teeth and her tongue, taking her cue from what Beth's tongue was now doing to her own pussy.
The more Marni tongued and sucked the more Beth's body went into spasms. The older girl clawed and babbled until Marni knew she was on the verge of orgasm. Her hips began to undulate, then rock back and forth. They seemed to be pleading in their desire.
Marni found her breasts and kneaded them. They felt as good in her hands as did pressing her tongue into Beth's furry cuntal slot. With a driving singleness of purpose Marni rammed her tongue deep, probing with the fiery tip. At the same time she writhed her own hips as she felt her sister match the insistence of Marni's tongue with her own in the younger girl's pounding pussy.
'Now… now… now! Oh sweet Jesus, NOW!' Beth cried.
Marni forgot her own need, the fire Beth had built between her own thighs, in the quest to satisfy her beautiful sister.
She parted Beth's thighs wider and clutched her buttocks as the ache in her throat for the other's juices became so intense that she thought she could stand it no longer.
Marni closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Beth's body tensed as if she could sense and feel the approach of the final onslaught.
Then Marni plunged.
Her tongue went deep, deep, and then deeper into the cuntal cavity as her nose prodded the asshole and her chin pounded against Beth's clitoris.
'Yes… oh God yes, Marni!' Beth cried. 'I'm coming, my little baby!'
A low scream came to Beth's throat as she raced to her climax. Marni's tongue kept exploring with pent-up fury.
Beth came but still Marni labored, grinding her own thighs together.
The older girl tried to jerk away. Marni clung ferociously, like an animal in heat. Beth cried out in protest but Marni's ignored her. She was totally immersed now in her own pleasure.
At last fulfillment welled up in Marni and, with a shuddering sigh, she released her sister.
'Are you all right, darling?' Beth asked her.
Silence.
'What's wrong? Marni… Marni?'
Marni said nothing. Then as if the tidal wave of her emotions had overflowed her brain she started to sob, quietly at first and then louder, until her body started to shake.
'You were wonderful, fantastic,' Beth whispered, stroking Marni's damp, silken thighs, trying to calm her. 'You were everything my pussy wanted. Your mouth was honey and fire all at the same time. I loved it, Marni. And you loved it. I could tell.'
Suddenly Marni was pushing away from her. 'No… no, no, no. It won't work. I was wrong.'
'What won't work?' Beth said.
'You're my sister and you're married. How can we be lovers?'
'Marni,' Beth responded, 'we just were.'
'But I want to love you.'
'You just did,' Beth said, exasperation creeping into her voice.
'No… I mean there will always be Tim. He's your husband.'
'Of course he is. I love him, but I love sex too. We just had sex and I loved it. And I love you like a sister, Marni, but not as a lover. We're swingers, honey. We have sex but it really has nothing to do with love.'
Then they both realized what each other meant.
Beth suddenly knew that Marni had only dreamed of sex because she wanted love. The girl had possession all mixed up with love in her real life, so to enjoy sex and love she escaped into her dreams.
And Marni realized the same thing about herself. Her dreams had started when she had found Homer with Lottie. Then she really hadn't wanted Homer any more.
She wanted to love and she wanted to own. Beth was right. Marni was no swinger. A swinger couldn't get involved. They must take and give.
Marni could only take.
The following morning she moved out of the house and found a furnished room. Then she found a job in a bar waiting on customers while the customers watched topless girls bounce their tits up and down on a tiny stage to the pounding beat of a juke box.
But the dreams came back.
She started sleeping in stages, for only short times, to avoid the dreams. She knew they weren't real any more and she wanted reality. The dreams scared her.
Working until three in the morning helped. The dreams didn't seem to be so strong if she slept in the daytime.
She started walking at night, after work. The loneliness of her room was depressing. She didn't admit it to
