force. Just give me time to understand what you want of me.'
'Now that's being smart, Mummy,' Heather jeered. 'But let's hope you get just as worked up this way as when we had to practically rape you. Boy, did you wiggle and melt down then! Timmy expects a little cooperation, he's still a beginner, you know.'
'Oh, shut up, Heather!' young Tim hoarsely exclaimed. 'Get going with her, so I can have my turn!'
'Okay, little brother, I'll get her ready for you,' Heather agreed. Calmly, she unfastened the waistband of her pajama pants, tugged them off and dropped them to the floor, while her brother stared avidly at the sweet, smooth creaminess of her bare legs and thick dark-red silky bush between them, surreptitiously dropping his right hand to cup and squeeze his strainingly turgid penis.
'Get that nightie up to your armpits, Mummy, and let's play some girlie games,' Heather now instructed. With a warning look at her brother, she directed, 'You can look but not touch till I tell you to, and don't forget it. Sit there on the edge of the bed and learn something.'
Rachel dosed her eyes and, catching hold of the hems of the black nylon nightie, hastily began to roll it up over her breasts. She bit her lips and her blushes deepened when she heard a sudden hoarse gasp of 'Zowie!' from the boy, who had seated himself on the foot of the bed facing them both, sitting tailor-fashion with his hands folded In his lap over his bulging manhood.
Felinely, Heather rolled over on her left side towards her mature victim, her left arm snuggling under Rachel's velvety-bare shoulders, and with her slim right hand began slyly and knowingly to stroke the matron's calves and thighs. She bent her head to brush one of Rachel's nipples with her lips, and again young Tim uttered a gasp of lecherous excitement.
Rachel could not help the convulsive tremors that rippled through her entire body. She waited for the pills to take effect, and she strove with all her willpower to remain passive and thus fulfill the terms of this clandestine compact. As Heather's lips now took hold of her right nipple, she put her right hand to the back of the redhead's neck and murmured, 'Heather, do you-do you like to play chess a lot?'
Startled, the half-nude girl raised her head, her large eyes insolently fixing Rachel with a probing look. 'Now, what the hell kind of question is that, Mummy, when we're getting ready to screw?'
'I-I want to know, that's all. I saw the chessboard and set in your room, and-well, there aren't too many women who play chess, that's all.'
'Yeah, I guess you're right at that. A couple of years ago, I went down to the chess club, but all there were were guys, and most of them wanted to play the screwing game with me and not chess. But I play over games from some of the books-do you know anything about it yourself?'
'Only that there are lots of tournaments going on and Bobby Fisher was the world champion,' Rachel replied in a low, husky voice.
Heather gave a short derisive laugh. 'That's right, only he doesn't want to play anymore, the creep says. Any more questions, Mummy? All right then, get with it.'
'Yeah, that's what I say!' the blond boy impatiently chimed in.
'Just-just one thing more, please, Heather,' Rachel petitioned almost in a whisper as again Heather's lips took hold of her stiffening coral nipplebud. 'I know a fellow who's awfully good at chess and he'd like to meet you. Would it be all right if I introduced you to him?'
'Sure, I guess so. Now can the chatter, and let's see some action, Mummy! Suppose you turn to me and put your arms around me and start rubbing that hairy gash of yours up against mine.' the redhead lewdly commanded.
Obediently, closing her eyes, the brunette matron moved onto her left side to face her tormentress. Her arms encircled Heather's shoulders, and at once she felt the silky friction of her stepdaughter's pubis against her own. Young Tim knelt up, audibly sucking in his breath at the libidinous sight.
Heather's soft moist lips fixed on Rachel's now, and then her tongue darted between them as her hands continued their expert attunement of the matron's palpitating nakedness. Her left hand cupping one of Rachel's shudderingly swelling breasts, her right hand lingeringly crept over the brunette's quivering and flinching buttocks, her fingertips trailing along the sinuous, shadowy crease between them and making Rachel start convulsively at the salacious sensations which her stepdaughter's touches evoked in her being. Her eyes remained tightly closed, as if thus she could shut out what was taking place and remain aloof from it even though participating.
Throughout, she kept repeating to herself that by thus surrendering its chastity, her body could become the more readily scienced in ways to pleasure Tim. In every man, even one so discriminating and considerate as her husband, she now understood, there was a latent streak of uninhibited lust. And surely if the wife could meet and match that hidden yearning with her own joyous acquiescence, then there would be no need for Tim to seek his sexual solace with a woman for hire, even if she were as talented as the Eleanor whom he had so excitedly described. Thus it was that, conquering her first instinctive aversion to Heather's Lesbian embrace, and feeling at last the delightfully drowsy effect of the pills, she began to respond to her stepdaughter. Her tongue met Heather's, her hands began to stroke and fondle Heather's back and the sides of the girl's glossy, exuberant breasts, and her own loins began to press and move from side to side, then up and down, against the redhead's moist, thickly fleeced young vulva.
'Hey!' Heather suddenly, throatily muttered, 'you're starting to get to me, Mummy! You've been doing your homework, looks like. Keep it up, only rub harder now. And let's see you French kiss some more!'
'For Crissake, Heather, when do I get to bang her?' young Tim impatiently whined, leaning forward now and resting on his palms and knees as he took in the unexpected sight of Rachel's surrendering union with his sister.
'You can just wait till I'm done, you creep!' Heather turned her flushed face to hiss back at him. 'Jack yourself off if you're so hard up. It'll take your edge off, and then when your turn comes; you might just be able to give Mummy a good long ride and not honk out the way you did your very first fuck!'
Then, turning back to the trembling, quivering Rachel, she purred, 'Hey, you know, Mummy, you're not such a crummy bitch after all. I won't let little brother stud you too hard. Anyhow, he won't be able to keep it up too long in a hot cunt like yours, Mummy. Now let's forget all about him and screw real good!'
So saying, her mouth again avidly covered Rachel's, her tongue delved deeply, and as her left hand ardently squeezed Rachel's heaving breast, her right hand moved between their bodies to ferret out Rachel's clitoris and to brush it delicately with the tip of her forefinger. Even though the soporific had begun to take its lulling effect, Rachel shuddered violently at that galvanizing contact, a little feverish moan escaping her. Instinctively, too, her loins spasmodically ground(against her stepdaughter's, imprisoning Heather's finger burrowed into the top of her vulva.
'Do me the same way, Mummy?' Heather pantingly begged. And as in a dream, Rachel found herself responding: her soft forefinger probed into the girl's moist twitching core, found the dainty nodule of Heather's clitoris, and began to rub at it this way and that.
With a choking cry of sensual delight, the redhead flung her right leg over Rachel's thigh, arching herself frantically against her stepmother. With jerky, hasty forward movements, she frictioned herself against Rachel's own moistening and palpitating cleft. Her tongue wildly slushed between her stepmother's lips, and Rachel's own soft tongue parried those rapier-thrusts as vaguely she felt herself seething and awakened.
And then with a sobbing cry, Heather grabbed her stepmother's shoulders with both hands, rolled her over onto her back, and, covering her, grinding and jerking and twisting as a male might in the act of coitus, completed her own climatic frenzy. Young Tim uttered an agonized cry of frustration as he watched his sister fling herself onto her back beside the sprawled, naked brunette matron. 'Jeez, I just gotta fuck her now, Sis!' he cried.
Rachel Woodling blinked her eyes, mistied and blurred now as the secondal began to draw her towards a blissful limbo. 'Do it to me, Tim dear,' she heard her own voice as from a distance, husky and trembling. With a cry of avid excitement, the blond boy yanked off his pajama pants and mounted her. His sinewy young fingers clutched her breasts more possessively, more painfully, than Heather's had as with a single dig he hilted himself in her throbbing, lubricated sheath. Rachel's arms enclasped his lean shoulders, and she tilted back her flushed face, her eyes again closing as she felt his wildly roused and rapid thrustings inside her quaking vagina.
Heather slowly got to her knees, her eyes glazed, her left hand rubbing her vulva, her right hand cupping one of her panting ripe young breasts. She licked her lips like a cat, her eyes narrow and shining as she watched for a moment. Then, crawling to the head of the bed, she knelt astride Rachel, staring down at her brother's jerkily moving body.
