Get Marsha Revved Up
From Torg Adventure
Jack nudged Marsha toward the bed. "Lie down on the bed. We'll take care of everything," he said reassuringly. He glanced over at Sam, who winked back at him. Marsha sat down and then scooted up on the bed, before lying down completely. Jack quickly removed his pants and boxers before crawling up on one side of her, and then Sam crawled up the other. Marsha had very large, yet pretty firm breasts and a nice round belly. She was all voluptuous curves from face to shoulders to tits to belly to hips. The Rennaissance painter Raphael would have loved her delicious body. Her dark, almost black hair was spread across the pillows, and her Mediterranean skin contrasted with the white sheets; a true vision of exotic teenaged loveliness. "You are so beautiful," he admired.
He petted her hair as he lay down next to her and leaned over to kiss her full lips. Her breath was sweet, probably from the soda she had been drinking outside. Her lips were soft and inviting, and he opened his mouth and licked her lips. She responded by opening her mouth and teasing his tongue. He took this opportunity to push his tongue into her warm, moist mouth. Their tongues tangoed with each other. From the corner of his eye, he could see Sam stroking Marsha’s belly, making large circles on her skin with her hand. After a few rounds, she ran her fingers across Marsha’s large breasts. Marsha moaned into his mouth when Sam crossed her nipples. His hand caressed her thigh while this was happening. Marsha was kissing back with passion, her hands gently rubbing on the backs of her seducers.
He moved his hand a little higher, and barely grazed over the dark fur of her mound. Marsha jerked her hips to increase the contact. He ran his fingers up and down her pubic hair, never touching her skin, but still giving her stimulation through her hair. Marsha groaned louder. After a couple passes up and down, he dragged one finger through her slit and felt her heat and wetness. At the same time, Sam leaned over and thrummed her tongue on Marsha’s tense nipple. Marsha broke the kiss and cried out in ecstasy, “Omigod!” He leaned back a bit to see everyone as his finger stopped on her clit and slowly began rubbing in circles around it. Marsha’s body was a quivering mass of nerve endings; she moaned and gasped at each touch, whether Sam’s or Jack’s. Sam sucked on her nipple, her hands massaging Marsha’s lovely large breasts. He slid his finger down to Marsha’s weeping cunt and pushed it in to the first knuckle. Marsha arched her back and moaned loud enough to wake the dead. Jack thrust it in the rest of the way and started pumping in and out of her slick channel. At the deepest part of her pussy, he could feel the thin barrier to her womanhood on the very end of his fingertip. Marsha thrashed her head from side to side at the double stimulation from the two of us. Suddenly, her cunt squeezed hard on his finger and gushed a bit of her fluids around it; she screamed her pleasure. After some time, she finally stopped coming, her breath coming in gasps which heaved her lovely mounds delightfully.
