scuffing the rumpled bed. Rachel's face turned from side to side, her nostrils flaring and shrinking, her mouth gaping in panting little whimpering cries. Heather glanced up triumphantly, scanning the effect of her obscene homage to her stepmother's nakedness. And then again she dipped her head, and this time her lips fastened in a sucking, prolonged, moist kiss full against the helplessly offered mount of Venus.
'Jeez! I'm going nuts here, Heather, lemme at her!' the blond youth groaned as he followed this perverse wooing.
'Just hold your gism back a bit, little brother,' Heather jeered as she looked up and made a face at him; 'I'm just getting her cunt nice and juicy and oiled for that rod of yours. I've got an interest in this myself, you know. You've been bragging what a cock-smith you are even though you're cherry, and now I want to see for myself what that cock of yours can do once it gets inside a real live snatch!'
And once again she bent her head and applied a prolonged, noisy smacking kiss to Rachel Woodling's quivering, palpitating vulva.
As she ended it, she slyly prodded her tongue tip against the victim's clitoris, and even though by this time Rachel Woodling's body was already lax with oncoming sleep, the convulsive jerking spasm which made her writhe fitfully and utter a feeble cry attested to the degree of sexual arousal to which Heather had so cynically and maliciously brought her detested stepmother.
'I think that'll just about do it, Timmy. Now then, you get on top of her and stick it into her cunt, and I'll get the camera and then you'll really have a stag movie to show your pals!' Heather straightened, crawled back towards her brother and gripped the slim wrists which the blond adolescent eagerly relinquished. Mad with rut by this time, he flung himself atop his stepmother, kneeing apart her feebly struggling thighs, his hands clutching her panting naked breasts, as he felt the tip of his penis enter the moist, palpitating lips of her womanhood. Heather, kneeling up, hands on her thighs, her eyes blazing, peered down at her brother to assure herself that the cohesion was being made.
'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.
