her.
'Oh, Iris…' he sighed…
He began to kiss her all over — hot suctioning kisses that pulled and clung to her skin, leaving little red blotches. He slowly drew back the blanket and exposed her naked body to his stare. He gazed appreciatively down at her golden form — greedily drinking in the mold of her natural upswept breasts, the smooth line of her waist fanning out slightly to well-covered silky hips, descending to satiny thighs. His gaze came to rest on the dark shimmering triangle of her pubic bush, and she felt a burning there from the intensity of his stare.
Peter felt his prick begin to pulsate feverishly as it grew along his leg, forcing itself heavily against the material of his pants. He felt the blood-inflated head burning into the flesh of his inner thigh like a red hot poker. As he gloated over the sensuous curves of her body, his lust-hardened prick began a hot throbbing which was growing into a steady ache.
He reached for her and his hands closed over her shoulders and her skin felt soft and firm at the same time. He momentarily expected her to try and draw away, but he could sense her straining against him, trying to push her body into his hands. He stared at her breasts in the sunlight and the tantalizing flesh glimmered like bronze sculptures. Reaching down, he brushed one pink bud with his lips and it seemed to increase and harden and turn a deeper shade. The very tip was a blood red color and he enveloped it in his mouth, swallowing half the soft, resilient flesh at the same time, and Iris emitted a sudden gasp as the fleshy nipple swelled even more against the sharp edges of his teeth.
He ran his hands over her back and down over her slender waist, and his fingers closed on the satiny orbs of her buttocks which were set enticingly high beneath her small waist. Her entire body trembled under his touch, and his fingers transmitted its pliancy, its lack of resistance to his delighted brain.
She was staring up at him with half-closed eyes, and she didn't fail to see the growing bulge between his legs. Her body was aching with desire very nerve ending was quivering with longing and she wanted this man — this stranger — to fuck her, yes, fuck her, right here in her own bed! She didn't care that her own husband and his daughter might come in at any moment and catch them in their forbidden passion — all she wanted was his arms around her, his prick in her, ramming all the way up deep into her belly.
The abuse she had suffered at the hands of her husband during the past few weeks had drawn her attention to certain facets of her personality — there were certain, murky things which attracted her, that she liked, that she responded to. And being fucked by a veritable stranger was one of these things! She was no longer ashamed of her secret desires. If she was going to be able to tolerate her husband's infidelity at all, she would have to look deeper into herself and find compensations. And that's what I'm doing, she thought as she watched Carla's father fumbling with his shirt and then he cast the garment from his back. Iris admired his broad chest, and was attracted by the dark hair which covered its entire surface, all the way down to the navel. As he unzipped his fly, and rolled down his pants, she could see the darkness of hair continued all the way down. Then as he eased off his shorts, his cock, already in the advanced stages of tumescence, soared into view, freed at last from the prison of his pants. It swung up like a giant pillar knifing the air, the bulbous head shining an iridescent purple. She drew in her breath at the sight of its full length, and its unusual circumference. She wondered for a fleeting moment if she could take it all inside her vagina, and then she knew she didn't really care. It didn't matter if it only went halfway in, she wanted it inside her. She had to have it!
His hand trailed down the sweeping curve of her hips and came to rest on the soft ebony triangle. His fingers buried themselves in the velvety folds of her cunt, feeling the palpitating lips swollen and wet, waiting for him.
She flexed her hips forward, thrusting her eager pussy onto his fingers, and she gasped aloud as he searched and wormed them through the gleaming wet walls.
Then he lowered himself over her and began kissing the soft, resilient mounds of her breasts once more, teasing and taunting the rubbery nipples to greater erection with an almost brutal pressure of his lips.
She trembled with delight, whimpering softly, as his hands moved freely over bar body, exploring every curve and twist of her smooth flesh. His mouth followed his hands, his tongue flashing out, coating erogenous areas here and there, probing at the tiny orifice of her navel. She pushed his head down, her hands clutching wildly at his head, until his tongue was rooting through the curly mop of pubic hair, and then found the tumescence of her clitoral bud, and gathered the tiny tip in his mouth. The flesh of her cunt was smooth and silky, her very willingness increasing his desire for it, and he licked and sucked at the fragrant split with relish.
Peter's prick was a throbbing mass of burning sensation and raising his head, he pulled himself up slightly, and, using his knees to lever her trembling thighs apart, he placed the full length of the stiffened organ against her willing crotch. He felt her squirm back from the hardness of it, and he flexed his hips, accustoming her soft silky flesh to the stiffened rod.
Slowly, he took the bloated shaft of flesh in his hand and guided the inflated head towards the gleaming entrance to her willing body. He hesitated there for a moment, pressing slightly against her tight, throbbing cuntal hole.
'Oh, put it in… please fuck me… please fuuuccckkkkk me… Peter…!' she shrilled, and leaning her hand down, she grabbed the thick pole and rammed forward with it, impaling herself like a butterfly on the hardened cock flesh.
Peter sensing her urgency, surged forward and sunk the instrument to the very hilt in her cavernous sheath.
'Oh… oh… oh… oh… it's so goood…' she sighed, thrusting up her buttocks to skewer herself even more on his manhood.
He sliced through her cuntal passage until the large tip came to rest gently on her cervix.
He lowered his hands, and cupping the soft resilient moons of her ass, raised her crotch up even more, and pressed forward, grinding around the entrance to her womb. The unexpected and novel contact made her catch her breath, and then she began to squeeze like a tiny bearded mouth with her cunt, contracting in and out, sucking hungrily on the hardened shaft imbedded deep in her belly.
Iris' body jackknifed against him with the electric contact of his penis against her womb; her whole being began to oscillate wildly and she began to moan in wild cadence. She ground up against him as he bore down into her, and suddenly, she reached up with her arms and pulled his face down on hers. This time, she forced open his teeth and shoved her willing tongue into his mouth. Together, their organs danced a lewd dance, whipping up saliva which flew from their working mouths like surf from the sea on a windy day.
She raised her legs and spreading them out wide, obscenely locked them around his back and she returned thrust for deep thrust, rising up completely from the bed, hanging from him like a baby monkey.
His cock sawed mercilessly in and out, plowing forward all the way until their dark pubic hairs entwined and were indistinguishable, and she felt his balls smack soundly against her upraised ass crevice, and then he drew it slowly out, and he could feel the warm, fleshy ridges of her cunt clinging to it, and looking down, he saw the ragged edges, pink and moist, as they stuck to his burgeoning cock.
His hands kneaded her buttocks furiously, digging into the soft flesh. Suddenly, his fingers dipped and trailed along the widely stretched crevice, searching for her hidden anus. Suddenly, he found it, and she jerked away, his maddening probing more than she could take. His fingertip found the tiny working nether ring and again, began to insinuate itself into the tight opening, past the restricting sphincter muscles.
She shrieked at the initial pain when his finger slipped past the vainly resisting rectal mouth, and began to worm further up into heir soft rubbery depths. But there was now no more pain — her husband's brutal rape of days past had stretched her rectal passage forever. She began to enjoy the feel of his finger tunneling in there and she screwed her buttocks down on the burgeoning finger, delighting in the double impalement.
His finger and cock began to screw into her with long rhythmic strokes, until her body was buffeted between the two skewers, and she could feel them brush against each other through the thin dividing membrane separating the twin passage down between her legs. The double fucking carried her body to the heights of passionate abandon, and her skin rippled with the sheer wanton quality of it. She was being fucked, and was fucking back, like a madwoman. Banished were all thoughts of her husband and what had happened by the lake — she no longer cared that she had made love with this man's daughter and now he was making love to her. Her body was striving to reach the shattering climax she could feel building up in her.
And yet, suddenly, every muscle in her body froze. All feeling ceased, as she strained her ears to catch the sound she had heard. Footsteps! Someone was coming in the room! Paralyzed, the blood rushed from her face,
