The Murdered World 37

Emma had crept back outside of the shower room, but she hadn’t left. She lay beside the door. She listened to what was happening inside. To Frank’s harsh voice, to Christina’s breathless pleas. To the slap of body against body, over and over again, and then the crisp discipline Christina received and enjoyed.

Her jumpsuit was unzipped. Her panties stretched from one thigh to another underneath her bare pubis. Her ginger hair was splashed beautifully under her head. Her face was almost as red as her tresses, pink lips open, tongue licking out in little silent exhortations. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to alert Christina and Frank to her presence. It was that she didn’t want to drown out a single noise they made.

She knew her own fingers couldn’t feel as good to her as what Christina was experiencing; there was no way she’d be able to hold her tongue if they did. So she wanted more. And her eyes fell on the lamp she’d brought as a weapon. It was maybe the size of a Wiffle bat. Bigger than Frank, at least in length. But she didn’t have to take it as deep as Christina had taken her penetration.

Lucky me, Emma thought sardonically. And sis sounds like she’s hating every minute of it.

For a moment, all she heard was her own shallow breathing, her own pounding blood. Then she tucked the lamp between her legs. Finding her aroused slit with the end of it.

She entered herself. And for a moment, it felt like what Christina was screaming about was what Emma was feeling.

She fucked herself like she thought her sister must be getting fucked, in long lascivious strokes. Rolling her hips. Bucking pornographically on the cold dead floor that had surely never seen action like hers.

She thought about Frank in motion, pumping and heaving, how much cum he must have in this bloated balls. Emma shuddered in excitement. She kept her voice low, but she whispered to herself—lips moving in soundless shapes.

“Gawwdd, I love it! I love how you’re fucking her! She loves it too! Harder! Harder! You know she’s so much more of a slut than she lets on…”

She wondered if Christina masturbated like this, felt good like this. If, it were her with Frank, would Christina be as turned on as she was? Emma liked the idea. She liked the thought of getting fucked so hard by a man that it got another girl hot. So hot she had to play with her pussy, even if what was turning her on was her own sister.

“You know I like to see a woman getting fucked,” Emma mumbled. “Yeah, yeah, I wanna see you fuck her—fuck her for me—fuck her but get me off—yeah—like that—fuck that bitch, you know I like it, you know it turns me on. You wanna see my cunt? My little pink panties? My tits? Fuck her first, yeah, fuck that little slut first. You’ve gotta have a big cock, gotta know how to use it! Yeah, show me. Fuck my sister but show me…”

Emma gurgled as her sucking pussy took the lamp deeper and deeper, more and more pleasure, as if to keep up with Christina’s rising cries.

“Oh yeah, I know I’m the one you want,” she moaned. “You’re fucking her but you want me, you’re putting on a show for me, that big cock is for me.”

The lamp was slick with her arousal by now. It slid easily into her, out of her. She had to be taking it as well as Christina was taking Frank’s prick.

“Yeah, I’m fucking myself even better than you’re fucking her,” she panted hotly. “You think she’s a hot fuck? Look at me. Look at me all on my own. Wouldn’t you rather fuck me? I’m this hot just for some damn LED shit. Imagine what I’ll do for you. Imagine how I’ll come for your big dick. Don’t you just wanna pull right out of that sow and do me instead?”

The thought so thrilled Emma that she came, hard, body arching into a bow, hips the highest point of her anatomy, transfixed by rapture. Slowly she wound down until she was lying there, awash in the best feelings that a woman could feel. And then, without even thinking about it, she simply began to masturbate again.

“Ahhh—that’s right. Don’t come out of her just yet. Keep fucking her. She could use a good O. My big sister… fuck her… come on… that’s it… let her have it… you can look at me while you’re doing it… you can fuck her while you think about my little ass… wanna feel it? I bet you do… and my sweet pussy? Ahh! Ooohh! I know you do!”

She babbled to herself as she came again. Rubbing her clit. Working the lamp in and out of herself. It was so good to be fucked.

“Yes, yes! Come on, Frank! Fuck her for me! Yeahhh! I love how hard you fuck! I love how much cum you’ve got for me! Yessss!”

She had to look. Her heels kicked out at the floor. She winced as they scuffed audibly, but still poked her head through the door, letting her see Frank and Christina once more. Her sister encased in his thick arms like a python’s prey—still being fucked.

Emma had to let out a sigh of admiration for Frank’s cocksmanship. He was still going at Christina with all the power he’d been using on her when Emma had first looked in on them. His fucking was rough as ever, but Christina looked past caring. She’d been thoroughly tamed.

And it was working out well for her. She was obviously coming like a string of firecrackers. Emma had never seen a woman orgasm like that. Her sister shook with one climax after another. Frank didn’t slow down one iota. Emma could see why Christina had been begging for mercy earlier; and why Frank had smartly not given it to her. It was his very lack of mercy that kept Christina at the height of pleasure, whether she liked it or not.

Emma watched as he pulled himself almost all the way free of Christina’s gripping sex, only to hilt himself again in her eagerly yielding flesh. The sister’s eyes gaped. He was obviously well-endowed, but his sexual skill was the real prize. He knew just what to give Christina, how much of it, when and where and how.

Emma could only sigh as she fantasized on what it would be like if she were locked within that unbending grip, made to take that gigantic phallus. Better than using some conveniently shaped lamp, she knew. Her fingers drifted down and lightly touched her own mons while she watched Christina’s trial go on and on. Soon, very soon, it was like she hadn’t orgasmed in weeks.

Emma felt like crying at the unfairness of it all. She knew exactly what she needed to sate this immense need, but there was no hope of getting it. It was railing Christina, over and over again.

“Oh, sweet Jesus, Frank, I can’t take much more, I can’t!” Christina pleaded. “No more… Christ… no… more!”

That lucky bitch didn’t know how lucky she was.

Frank kept giving it to her; Emma could see why. His face was set in the solemn mask of a man about to come. He was calling up all his strength, all his willpower, to keep the fuck going for just a few thrusts more. Emma found herself breathless, waiting for the inevitable…

Then Frank thrust his shoulders out, roared out his passion as long and loud as a volcanic eruption, and drove his prick in all the way to Christina, to let out his passion there with the exact same vehemence. Emma didn’t need to see the overflow of steamy white cum from Christina’s flaring slit to know she’d been creamed. But she did. Like a glass filled too full, Christina’s reward was spilling right out of her.

For a long moment, Frank exhaled in rabid satiation. Content as any man would be to be unloading like he was, right into Christina’s womb. But he didn’t rest on his laurels. He exploded into wild, violent motion. The previous fucking looked sedate compared to this. He was a wild animal now, venting all his savagery. And Emma wondered how either of them could survive letting it all out.

But Christina welcomed it; the same way Emma knew she would if she were in her sister’s place. She melded with Frank even tighter than they had been. Emma watched, in a kind of knowing disbelief, as Christina reached behind herself. Blindly groping her way to a hold on Frank almost as tight as his gripped her. She held herself merged to his chest, her bounteous breasts jiggling lusciously as Frank’s hips kept up their pounding, giving Christina the full tribute that her perfect body deserved.

It seemed to take hours, but finally their movements slowed and their embrace weakened. Christina slipped downward and Frank fell with her.

Emma didn’t blame them for being tired. She was actually impressed with her sister. Christina might not’ve exerted herself as vigorously as Frank, with his hammering strokes, but she’d taken enough to even the score. Now they were both drained.

Emma didn’t know if she could withstand Frank’s kind of love for half as long. But she did know that she hadn’t been fucking; she’d been masturbating. And she was still horny as hell.

And she knew that she wouldn’t spend the next six weeks this hot while her sister got her rocks off with the only breathing man for miles.