was freed from the anxieties of bending the temperaments of Heather and Tim to Rachel's far more pliant nature. There would be no further excuse for him to neglect this treasure of a woman, mature and yet youthful of body and amazingly now revealing herself to have the secret proclivities of a gifted concubine as well as the settling influence of a friend and counselor to Tim and Heather.
For now, he could give himself up to the pleasures of the rampant, hungering, unashamed and eager flesh. And with a groan of joy to realize such good fortune, he drew his cock slowly back to the very rims of Rachel's quivering cunt, his fingers moving under her to grip the ripest curves of her satiny warm buttocks, and with a sudden lunge, transfixed her to his very hilt.
'Ahh, darling-ohh, it's so wonderful,' she moaned, her tongue then darting feverishly into his mouth, her fingertips restlessly moving over his neck and back and shoulders. She shifted her stockinged thighs till they flexingly locked over his sinewy buttocks, weaving and grinding against him, wanting to absorb more than he had to give of that vital, thrilling hard, swollen implement which was making her womb fairly seethe with turbulent desire.
Again he drew back, feeling himself radiantly young again, immortal by the magic of Rachel's flesh-bounty, and the hot sweet clash of their bellies as he thrust home again and the flattening of her dark-tipped panting naked breasts intensified this rapt illusion. He could feel the constant fluxions of her thigh muscles as those satiny nylon-sheathed columns wrapped round his buttocks, clenching him as passionately as the now feverishly tumescent walls of her fully attuned soft cunt were clenching against his probing cock.
His mouth feasted on the turgescent dark coral bud of a nipple as, shifting his hands under her flexing, surging naked bottom, he dug his fingertips into the inner edges and bridging the sinuous ambery creasage; riding her hard now, casting aside all constrain In the knowledge that she shared his fervent lust. In return, Rachel scored his sides with her fingernails, constantly shifting her stockinged legs over his upper thighs and buttocks, her mouth sealed to his and their tongues exchanging furious frictioning parries. He could feel the rapid pounding of her heart as his chest pressed down her heaving bosom, and he continued to drive back and forth inside her torrid, quaking cunt with an assurance he had never till this moment known with her. Only vaguely was he aware that he had at last conquered the plaguing ghost of prematurity which had so often haunted and destroyed their passionate union.
Rachel shuddered, her eyes rolling, glassy with desire, as little whimpering moans exuded from her lips; he had bowed his head again to suck one of her nipples, drawing It out tautly till the sweet pangs made her writhe in enervation; his fingers edged ever closer to the sensitive crevice between her tensing buttocks as he steered her towards the culmination of this Elysian fuck. Deep, hilting her each time now, drawing back slowly, then probing to his balls with a renewed thrust, he felt the churning excitement of her vaginal sheath responding to his unwavering, insistent phallic assault.
'Ohh, Timothy-ahh-oh my dearest darling, it's so wonderful, so truly wonderful-now, now, do it hard to me, fuck my cunt, my darling husband, fuck it good and hard,' she moaned.
As it had been in that call girl's apartment, when Eleanor had magically drawn his nerves to the exquisite fraying point and then even beyond the pitch he believed possible, so now Rachel's lascivious appeal stirred within him the volcanic fury of an elemental release. With a sobbing cry, Timothy Woodling slipped a forefinger into the perineal groove and Inserted the tip just inside Rachel's dainty-petalled anus, while at the same instant he drew back to the brink of her throbbing cunt, then thrust a final, triumphant time till they merged in ultimate cohesion.
He felt himself caught up in the crashing whirlpool of lust, shattered and hurled in the timeless void as his viscous essence drenched her shuddering cunt sheath; at the lash of that hot fluidity, Rachel sank her teeth into his shoulders, flung her knees up wide on either side of him, then clashed them together over his hips and glued herself wantonly to his straining body as her own furious release came upon her.
At long last he raised his flushed face from her panting naked bosom, and tenderly murmured, 'That's the way I dreamed I could love you, my wonderful Rachel, and you've made me young enough to do it – oh my dearest girl, my darling!'
Then, as if abashed at his own audacious lechery, he rolled off her, stammeringly apologizing, 'My God, I'm a clumsy oaf. I must have crushed you, honey!'
'Mmm, and It felt so lovely too-I want you to do it that way to me all the time from now on,' Rachel sighed- dreamily. With lazy, adoring eyes, she watched him enter the bathroom, and smiled to herself. There was still a final surprise in store for her rejuvenated husband…
When at last she crept out of his bedroom, having put back on the cheong-san, it was after they had cuddled side by side, sharing a cigarette, making plans for the future. Perhaps, Timothy Woodling had eagerly intimated, after Heather was married and there would be more room for them both in the old house, they might think of having their own child, conceived in blazing, rapturous passion such as tonight's union had proved they could equally share. And Rachel had gently bent to kiss his cock and murmur, 'Yes, my darling, I want your child distilled out of this glorious organ which let me taste such untold pleasure as your lover.'
As she moved silently down the hallway, her eyes serene and luminous with the knowledge of a marriage reclaimed and forged into an infrangible, cherishable pledge of happiness for the future, Rachel Woodling knew there was one final thing she must do, so that both Heather and Heather's father would comprehend what singular, mystic bond had drawn them together and yet at the same time evoked such rancor between all of them. She had already gone to the redhead's room just before going back to the kitchen to prepare Timothy's late snack, and now it would be time.
Gently, she turned the knob of Heather's bedroom door and entered. The lush young redhead, in a yellow shortie nightie and mules, was seated in front of her dressing table, combing her hair and examining herself intently in the mirror.
'Rachel-I-I'm scared-what will he think-' she rose, her face crimsoning adorably.
'Shh, darling. I'll be there with you. After all, you're not the only sophisticate of this family, you know. Now come along. You know, deep down inside of you, you've always wanted this to happen.
'Y-yes-and that's why I'm so wild about Arnold-'
'And that's also why you never really wanted to go out dating, like any girl your age, my darling. But just for once, and Arnold won't ever know, you're going to have your heart's desire.'
Heather moved beside Rachel, still blushing, and, impulsively hugging her, whispered, 'You mean, my pussy's desire, don't you, Mother?'
'Of course, my darling. You see, you and Timmy, though you didn't think so at the time, really helped me turn into the kind of woman your father needs. And that, young lady, is why tonight is going to be the one and only time-because my pussy needs his wonderful cock too and lots more than yours, because I'm older and he's the only man I want. Now that's enough talk-come along, dear!'
As they started down the hallway, the lovely redhead again hugged Rachel and whispered, 'Oh, I do love you, Mother-yes, I can say it and mean it now, I do!' It was Rachel who opened the door of Timothy Woodling's bedroom and gently pushed the quivering, blushing young woman inside, and stepped in and quietly closed the door. Heather shivered, ran her slim hands down her flanks, then stooped to tug off the nightie and let it fall to the floor, kicked off her mules, and moved towards the wide double bed in which Timothy Woodling lay on his side, a smile on his lips, fallen into a rewarding sleep.
Holding her breath, Heather clambered in beside him, fitting her creamy body against his, spoon fashion, and then shamelessly reached over with her soft questing hand to find his dormant cock and to caress it lingeringly.
He groaned in his sleep and squirmed. Heather, twisting felinely away, gasped with excitement as he rolled over onto his back. Stroking his face with one hand, leaning to him on her side, she continued the gentle, evanescent touching of his slowly stiffening cock with the fingertips of her other hand, descending them to caress his balls and scrotum and the insides of his thighs. Rachel, watching in the darkness, left her cheong-san slip to the floor and was naked in her garter belt and nylons.
'Daddy darling, wake up and fuck me,' she heard Heather whisper huskily. Spellbound, and -feeling her own womanly' tides swell again within her loins, Rachel moved beside the bed, seating herself at the foot, leaning forward to watch in the shadows. She saw Heather's soft palm clasp round Timothy Woodling's now visibly resurgent cock, then the girl's head bowed down towards it and she heard the moist sucking sound of a passionate and prolonged kiss. Then, nimbly, the naked young redhead swung over him and fused her supple warm creamy
