"Ohh-d-don't-oh please, T-Timmy-this is awful of you-let me be-Heather, pl-please make him stop this-it's so wrong-" Rachel moaned. She had turned her face to one side, and her eyelids seemed weighted down with lead as the soporific began to filter through her nervous system, already lulled by her half drowsy state at the time of this assault. Her hands pushed feebly at the boy's shoulders, and the youth hissed his exultance: "Gawd, but it's real good, Heather! Hurry up and take those movies, I want to play them over again and watch myself fucking Mummy!"
"Right away, little brother," his red-haired sister sibilantly agreed as she got down off the bed and hurried over to the movie camera, adjusted it, and then aimed it at the bed. "Now take your time, nice and easy, so I can get plenty of film. Don't lose it right off, the first time you've got that beat-up meat of yours inside a real honest-to-goodness cunt!"
"That's a bitchy thing to say to.your own brother," Timmy whiningly complained, glancing angrily back at his smirking sister. His hands gripped Rache's shoulders, and then he buried his face between her panting naked breasts. A wild tumult filled his wiry young body, besieged as it was by all the nuances of this physical unison; until this moment, for all his precocious knowledge, Timothy Woodling Jr. was a virgin. The warm satiny feel of his stepmother's flesh, the tight warm enclaspment of her vaginal walls against his swollen, aching penis, the wafting of her breath against his face, and the immensity of what he was doing all contrived to kindle a savage fire in his almost bursting young loins. He winced now, held himself back, lifted his tortured face as he fought the maddening urge to ejaculate.
"I told you not to rush at her the way a bull does a cow, little brother," Heather sarcastically upbraided him. "If you expect me to make a really good stag production out of this, one that will keep Mummy from blabbing to Dad and chase her out of here in short order, you better concentrate on proving that you're as good a cocksmith as you've been boasting to me you are. Now get with It, I told you, nice and easy does it every time with a bitch-especially one like Rachel!"
"Yeah, yeah, I hear you, now shut up and let me hick Mummy!" the boy gasped. He shifted himself a little on her, feeling the merger of his pubic hairs with his stepmother's, and Rachel stirred under him, her face still twisted to one side, her eyes closed and only the fluttering of her eyelids attesting to her still conscious awareness of what was being done to her. Her hands had fallen back on to the bed now after the first instinctively protesting gesture. The drug was working swiftly now, and even the inexperienced youth sensed that her resistance was at an end.
"Damn but she's tight, Heather!" he panted, cautiously drawing back to the very brink of his stepmother's vulva. Then his hands glided down from her shoulders to the upsurging globes of her satiny naked breasts, clutching them possessively, his face twisted into a lewd grimace of lustful dominance. "Are you getting it all, Heather?"
"You attend to your fucking, I'll take the movie, little brother!"
"All right, all right, but quit being so snotty. It was your idea, and you know it, and I'm doing it for you, so quit giving me the needle every time!" the youth complained as he now slowly pushed himself back to the very hilt inside Rachel Woodling's quivering vaginal sheath.
Her lips moved slowly, and the words were faint, almost incoherent, as from a distance in the void:
"Ohhh… n-no… Timmy… you m-mustn't… please, Heather… I'm so sleepy… I love you both, don't you understand… why are you punishing me…Oh please don't… let me be…"
"Just listen to Mummy, isn't she a goody-goody type, though!" the red-haired young woman sneered as she squinted through the viewfinder, her lips moist and quivering in her own mounting excitement. "See if you can wake her up, go ahead and luck her good and hard, Timmy!"
"I sure as hell will!" the youth gasped. Squeezing his stepmother's rhythmically swelling naked breasts, he squirmed forward, pressing himself down tightly against her sprawled nakedness. Then his hands slipped down to her waist and under her buttocks, lifting her lax body to his, forcing himself to the very final inch of her virile young manhood deep within her core.
A dark, pacifying lassitude had taken possession of Rachel Woodling now. It was almost as if she were experiencing a dream within a dream, or as if her disembodied spirit were lurking within this room and watching her own helpless, naked body being manipulated and used. And yet between the spirit and the flesh there was, even in her torpor, a curiously sensate awareness. The lips of her vulva had begun to twitch and quake and even to moisten, and the muscles of her sleek thighs flexed and quivered voluptuously. The rhythm of her breathing had quickened slightly, and the exquisite buds of her nipples had darkened and stiffened as with tumescence. Too, the delicate wings of her nostrils had begun to flare slightly and then to shrink in the unmistakable reaction of sexual arousal To the inexperienced but ecstatic youth, the sensation of feeling what was like a fluttering of her vaginal walls against his imbedded penis was indescribably exciting. Fiercely, he had to grind his teeth again and stiffen his entire body to hold back the bubbling tide of ejaculatory essence. Once again immobilizing himself, he twisted his flushed face back to his sister: "Heather-is It okay to come inside of her-you know what I mean-I don't want to get her into any trouble-?"
"You stupid twerp, didn't I tell you she's on the pill? Sure you're going to come inside her cunt, isn't that what fucking's all about? Boy oh boy, I'm sure glad I never let you bang me, little brother. Of all the stupid creeps I ever saw, you really take the cake!"
"Aw, cut it out, willya" he groaned, turning back to contemplate his sprawled mature victim. He reveled in. the resilient elasticity of her naked buttocks to the clenching possession of his sinewy young fingers. As never before, all the wild erotic fantasies of his adolescence were crystallized into a cogent reality that surpassed the most outlandish lust-dream he had ever conjured. And the very enormity of his act was like a fiery aphrodisiac within his loins.
Heather moved forward slightly to get a better angle for a closeup, her face flushed and her eyes sparkling. She squeezed her supple thighs together, slyly rubbing them back and forth as she herself began to respond to the sensual aura of this midnight escapade. Timmy glanced round, his eyes glazed and wide, and the sight of his sister's own mouthwatering loveliness in the clinging yellow shortie nightie further whetted his shuddering rut. With a choking cry, he drew himself back, then lunged to the hilt inside his stepmother's warm tight sheath, his fingers convulsively digging into the smooth warm palpitating flesh of her lower buttocks as he thus announced the approach of his supreme moment.
"I'm fucking you, Mummy darling, do you feel me? That's right, Mummy, your own little son is screwing that sweet cunt of yours good-wake up and tell me how you like it, Mummy darling!" he mouthed as he quickened his thrusts.
Rachel's body quaked and shuddered under the stress of his digging, driving frictional usurpation. Her head slowly turned to the other side, her eyes still closed and the eyelids vaguely fluttering. Almost inaudible little moans escaped her slightly parted lips now. But the shuddering of her naked breasts and the darkened, flint-like surgings of her nipples bespoke the betrayal of her own healthy eager flesh… perhaps the more responsive because of her own deprivation since the disappointment of the honeymoon and the subsequent weeks of frustrating union with Timmy's father.
Heather, moving to the side of the bed now, observed these telltale signs and understood them as a woman: "You've got her all hot and worked now, little brother, go ahead and fuck hell out of Mummy!" she exhorted in a taut, shuddering voice.
He needed no encouragement now. An electrifying current of sexual desire swept through his wiry young body as he accelerated his pace, thrusting again and again and again to the very hilt within his stepmother's vaginal cavern, his fingers digging relentlessly into the inner edges of her lower buttocks, his mouth feasting now on one dark, stiff nipple as he readied himself for the last assault upon her beautiful, helpless, almost unconscious body.
And then with a hoarse bellow of untold rapture, his aching agony was released as with a final thrust, he glued himself to Rachel Woodling's nakedness, crushing her passive mouth under his, as he felt his essence shatteringly burst deep within her vitals, and lay panting and fulfilled upon her.
"Not too bad for your first fuck, little brother," Heather drawled. She set the camera down on the night table beside the bed. "Now get off and go to the bathroom while I sponge her off. I've got dibs on Mummy next. And you can make the movie."
Young Timmy Woodling withdrew himself with a sobbing groan and slow-slowly clambered off the bed, his organ limp and stickied. Seeing his sister's contemptuous eyes on his dwindled manhood, he had the good grace to blush and lower his eyes, then to mumble, "Aw, why do you have to treat me like a kid anymore? I'm a man now, you know damn well I am, Heather!"
"All right, little brother, if it will make you any happier, you're a man. But go wash yourself and hurry back. It's no treat for me to look at what you've got left now, you know," she sneered.
With a stifled oath, the youth hurried to the bathroom, while Heather, opening the drawer of the little table, took out a handful of Kleenex and, bending over the inert Rachel, began very gently though mockingly to sponge the stickied lips of her vulva. Then, her eyes blazing as she contemplated the rumpled open pajama tops, the smooth basin of Rachel's palpitating naked belly, the matted black curls of the pubis and the noticeably chafed-looking pink lips of her vulva, she swiftly doffed her nightie and flung herself down naked on the bed beside her stepmother. "Now it's my turn, Mummy," she crooned as her slim fingers began to caress and fondle Rachel Woodling's swelling naked bosom.
When the youth returned, he gasped in lecherous amazement to see Heather's sinuous, milky-white nakedness stretched out over Rachel Woodling's body, Heather's lush round buttocks tightening and rippling as she began lasciviously to grind her loins against her dormant victim's.
"Jeez, Heather!" he gasped hoarsely, "what a terrific shape you've got! Lemme fuck you, just this once, please, Sis!"
"You touch me, little brother, and I'll tell Dad and he'll cut your nuts off," the red-haired young woman viciously hissed without turning to look at him. "Just do what you have to do, take the camera and get all of this. I'm going to go down on Mummy till I come. And I'll bet I make her come, too. Go on now, you heard me!"
His fingers trembled as he retrieved the camera and stepped back, set it into motion, his eyes fixed on the white hillocks of his sister's squirming, weaving buttocks.
"That's the girl, Mummy," Heather murmured salaciously, her lips nuzzling first one dark, stiff nipple and then the other, "I'll bet you like this lots better. Women are always gentler with one another, aren't they, Mummy? Do you feel my little cunny saying hello to yours, Mummy darling? You bitch, come on, give it down to little Heather!"
Once again, excited by the sight and the sound of his sister's Lesbian conquest of his stepmother, the blond youth found himself in full erection. The camera shook in his trembling hands as he tried to steady it, his eyes glazed and enormous as they drank in the scene before him.
Writhing like a serpent, slithering her loins back and forth from side to side over Rachel's, Heather WoodIing performed the tribadistic ritual of Sappho with her beautiful naked stepmother. Her body shivered as her passion seethed, and now her mouth suckingly devoured Rachel's, her tongue thrusting past the lax soft moist lips to dig inside her stepmother's mouth as In a kind of penis-envy she achieved her own carnal possession of that exquisite, inert body on the bed.
Now, her right hand cupping and kneading Rachel's left breast, Heather slid her left hand under the brunette's hips, her forefinger questing for the sinuous cleft between the resilient warm buttocks. Finding it, she slyly prodded the puckering dainty lips of Rachel's anus, and then she began to quicken her grinding, frictional maneuver over Rachel's quivering loins.
"She feels me, I can tell, Timmy! Move up closer, get all this you can," she excitedly panted.
"Yeah, oh, Jeez, Heather!"
Heather's milky-sheened body writhed and jerked now in a turbulent frenzy as orgasm approached her. Heedless of her brother's lecherous stupefaction, she squirmed and ground and twisted and arched herself back and forth until suddenly with an inchoate cry, her body vibrated and threshed in the throes of climax.
A long moment later, in a drowsy, gloating voice, she murmured, "I needed that, little brother! And I've got a hunch that Mummy needed it, too. I could feel that itchy cunt of hers just about ready to give it all down, but I beat her to it. Come on now, let's go back to sleep. And hide that movie where nobody'll find it till we need it. We're going to have a little chat with Mummy about the facts of life, and it's going to pay off, you'll see!"
Chapter 4
Rachel Woodling slowly sat up, blinking her eyes to clear them of the drowsiness she still felt. Through the venetian blinds, she could see the bright sun after the storm of the night before. Groggily, she slipped out of bed, walked unsteadily towards the bathroom and there filled the wash basin with cold water. Plunging her face into it, she gasped at the sudden revival. Then, holding onto the basin with both hands as she straightened, she saw her own face in the mirror and turned scarlet as she remembered what had taken place.
So much of it had seemed part of a dream in which she was wandering alone in a desolate canyon. But she could still recall Heather's vituperative words, and her flesh twitched at the recollection of what young Tim and his older sister had done to her until those pills had taken effect and plunged her back into an unresisting and insensate state.