New Meat
(M+/Ff+, teen, inc, gang)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

Her naked body hissed between the sheets as she slid into bed. It was a luxurious feeling, like hotel sheets always are, cool, crisp and fresh, nearly crackling. She felt like purring as she snuggled down, allowing the soft comfort to ease the tension of the day's drive from her.

Fresh from the shower, glowing with a pampered warmth, she rolled to the center of the king-size bed and languidly stretched. A satisfied smile danced across her full lips as she once more came alive. Carefully, she arranged the shoulder length strands of light brunette hair in a fluffy cascade on the pillow, framing the classical oval beauty of her face in a silken cloud of softness. As a last touch, she raised the sheet and let it slowly drift down, molding its whiteness to the supple contours of her nakedness: a veil that completely hid the smooth pinkness of her body, but a veil that went beyond the point of mere suggestion and presented an alluring portrait of willing innocence.

Prepared, her eyes swept over the room, finally focusing on the open door to a small bathroom. An impish glint played over the misty green of her eyes and a pleased smile once more crept back to her lips. She waited for the man still busying himself in the shower.

Brett Ravenwood; she let the name roll over in her mind, quivering as shivery little thrills tingled their way through her. He was a Brett, not a Brent. Brent was a name for a boy. Brett Ravenwood was most definitely a man!

Mrs. Brett Ravenwood; she savored the feel of it, tingling as new excitement washed over her. Kelli Little, meet Kelli Ravenwood, she continued to mentally play with her new name.

She felt like a newlywed. Despite the fact that she and Brett had lived together for the past semester at college, she felt like a newlywed. She trembled anew, her body alive with the excited warmth of anticipation. She was acting like some foolish school girl and loved every moment of it!

The blasting water of the shower abruptly ceased and the curt sound of metal rings sliding along the shower rod entered the room, sending a vivid flush of eager gooseflesh running up her spine. She listened as he pulled a towel free and briskly rubbed himself dry. She heard two steps, then he was there, standing in the doorway, naked except for a small white towel wrapped hastily around his waist.

"Hello, wife," he grinned, his eyes lit with self-assured confidence.

Wife, lover, mistress or whore, any way you'll take me, she thought as he brushed the rumpled mop of thick, black hair away from his face and crossed the room. The towel and his brisk stride gave him the air of a triumphant conqueror come to claim his reward. Her eyes trained on the slit that opened in the terry cloth, exposing a suntanned thigh as he stepped. She tried to glimpse what lay beneath, although she already knew.

"Tired?" he smiled down at her from the side of the bed.

"Not that tired!" she returned the smile. "After all, this is my wedding night!"

His wide grin was back, "Have I ever told you you're beautiful?"

"Yes," her eyelids coyly fluttered down in mock modesty, then opened wide, revealing two sparkling eyes of emerald green. "But keep on doing it. I love it!"

She wasn't a beautiful woman, she knew that, but she was attractive. The obvious attributes of her body were nothing out of the ordinary when taken individually, but together, that was another story. That she knew how to highlight what she had only added to the enticing picture she presented to Brett's eyes.

"What's that ridiculous towel for?" she frowned up to her new husband.

"Just following the advice of all those marriage manuals I've read in preparation for this moment," he chuckled. "They all said a man should never let a woman see his genital area on the first night of their marriage. It might frighten her!"

"But..." her hand reached up, grabbed the towel and tugged, this is not our first night!"

It came free and fell to his feet. Her gleaming deep green eyes homed in on the sleeping form of his cock. No, penis, she corrected herself, when his cock naps it's a penis. Small, almost bud-like, it nestled securely in the nest of black pubic hairs thickly covering his groin. She had known men whose cocks were always the same size, only growing hard as they were aroused. But this penis would blossom into a long, unyielding rod of a cock! That she could watch and feel its virile metamorphosis made it that much better!

"And I happen to love looking at you," her hand tenderly crept up the inside of his thighs.

Long, cool and graceful, her fingers cupped around his testicles and cock. He sighed, as the gentle caress stirred swirling, pulsing life into his loins. Her fingertips lazily circled the sensitive cockhead, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from his lips. Throbbing with pulsating surges of blood, he grew under her gentle ministrations. She knew what she was handling and how to handle it. Lovingly, her fingers glided up and down the growing column in light fleeting strokes. Like a snake coming to life, it jerked and twitched. Engorged and alive, it bobbed upward, its head transforming from bud-like smallness to a thick, fist-sized cockhead. When her hand eventually drifted between his open thighs to find the dangling ballsac, he no longer sported a penis but a cock! Long, hard, and swollen, the massively thick ten-inch shaft hung heavily from his crotch at a forty-five degree angle. Its fat cockhead twitched with fired arousal. A small drop of clear precum oozed from its small mouth. Her wide green eyes rolled up to him, no longer flickering with girlish delight, but with the eager flames of a woman, a woman that knew what she wanted! She smiled, recognizing the desire that played in his eyes.

"I love your hands on me," he smiled back, moaning as an inquisitive finger teasingly probed and swirled over his scrotum.

"So do I," she whispered, her pink tongue slicking her lips, then her eyes returned to the cock she had brought to life.

For minutes, he stood there, letting her finger play at his sac. He moaned as she toyed with his stirring balls. She caressed them and taunted them. Her fingers rolled their weighty shapes back and forth in the bag that held them. Then her hand was back on his prick. She grasped his rod tightly, squeezing its blood-swollen thickness, as if testing the fatness of its circumference. Up and down along the inflexible length of his prick, her clinging fist jerked until he groaned and his knees threatened to give way. Pulling her demanding hand from his cock, he reached down and tucked his fingers beneath the top of the sheet covering her. Slowly, he pulled the veiling whiteness downward, his eager eyes hungrily devouring the nakedness he discovered. Like firm half-melons, her tits jutted proudly up to him. He delighted in the trembling little quaking that set them liquidly juggling as she shivered in her excitement. Deep pink nipples, surrounded by coral-blushed haloes, crested the lovely fleshy mounds. As he gazed, the rubbery little buttons fattened and thickened, as she anticipated what was to come. Lower the sheet and his eyes drifted. Down over the quivering sleekness of her belly with its deep sensuous navel the cloth came, revealing a distinctive tangle of silky brown pubic fur bushed over the plump rise of her sex. Quickly, with his own eagerness growing, he pulled the rest of the sheet from her body, unveiling two shapely legs that slowly spread open in an announcement of her body's willingness.

"Beautiful," he whispered almost to himself.

A definitely pleased smile on her lips, she opened her arms to him and he came, sitting on the side of the bed and leaning over her. His hands were at the sides of her face, tenderly brushing her cheeks and toying with the softness of her hair. In silence, their eyes spoke the words of their love as they gazed at each other for a few brief moments. Leaning further down, his lips were on hers in a light, brushing kiss. Waves of gooseflesh rippled over her as his chest was on hers with a warm gentle pressure. The stiff tips of her nipples tingled even harder and stabbed into the man above her. Just soaking in the feel of him, her hands roved over his back, reveling in the smoothness of his skin and the roll of his muscles beneath. His lips moved away for an instant, then he was back. His tongue teased invitingly at her lips until they parted and his oral digit entered the humid warmth of her mouth. Pressing his weight harder against her yielding willingness, his tongue darted around in the sweet harbor it had found. She welcomed him, tightening her arms around his back and using her own tongue to taunt over and around the invader swirling at the roof of her mouth. He withdrew and she followed. Probing toward his throat, her tongue drilled eagerly into his mouth. Twirling and flicking, she teased the growing glow of love-lust stirring within his body. Then his teeth lightly clamped down on her swirling oral probe, holding it securely. He sucked at its provocative softness until she moaned and writhed with pleasure under him.

When he finally released the captive digit, his mouth left hers and his tongue was flicking its way over her ear lobe. He worked until he could feel the shivering trembles of her excitement, then he let his teeth nibble for several moments. Low moans rolled up from her throat as his lips moved down the long graceful arch of her neck. Lightly kissing, he took control of her body. A body he knew and had learned to arouse to its fullest during their year together. He controlled and affected her like no other man had been able to do. This was not a man taking a virgin bride, but an expert lover having his woman, giving and taking to please and be pleased. His mouth drifting with tantalizing slowness toward the waiting bulges of her breasts, he slid into the bed beside her, delighting as she trembled along the length of his body. Her hands were far from still. They roamed down his spine, finding the cheeks of his ass. With titillating dexterity, her fingertips taunted at his buttocks and the deep crease between the tightening demi-globes. Like feathers of loving caress, she played, forcing his ass muscles to draw up hard and ready.

His own hands were on her tits, sizing up the full circumference of the enticing forms. Around the bountiful mounds of flesh, his fingers circled, exciting in the summery warmth they found. In spiraling fashion, his palms climbed the sloped curves of her breasts. Squirming under him, one of her hands left his ass and clamped urgently around the shaft of man meat throbbing at his groin, as his fingers reached out and tapped the hard nipples at the crests of the two peaking tits. Squeezing him, her hand was hot and demanding. Suddenly his mouth dropped down, capturing one of the stiff little buds. He sucked and pulled at the rubbery tip until she moaned and her hand jerked at his pulsing pole of cock. Then his teeth bit lightly into the button seized by his lips. Fire flamed through the aching nipple, when his mouth abruptly retreated and then attacked the sister button of flesh. She groaned and quivered as her want for this man she now called "husband" grew. She was his! His to do with as he pleased!

Harder and harder his lips sucked at the sexually burning bud of her breast. Her back arched up, shoving the luxurious pillow of her tit flesh into his face and licking as she moaned and writhed under his ministrations. Her whole body jolted as one of his hands left its firm hold on her breasts and slid down over her stomach to grasp the far-covered mound waiting between her spread thighs. Her lust-inflamed pelvis twitched and pushed into his palm. Firmly squeezing the fleshy mound of woman-sex, he easily slid a finger into the wet warmth of her cunt. She twitched and rotated the hungry lips of her pussy, trying to impale herself on the taunting digit of his explorations - a wish he complied with in a driving plunge that drilled his finger into the caressing hole of her pussy. Easily, his finger pumped in and out of the oil-slicked channel, while he tickled another fingertip between the pouting cleft of her outer lips. Upward the inquisitive digit taunted along the wet crease of her snatch, to cajole the tiny bud of her clitoris out from under its hood of skin. She groaned and twitched as the dual sensations of his mouth at her tit and his vigorously fucking fingers sent ardent waves of pleasure through her body. Her hips hunched into his hands, caught in the rhythm of his fingers. His control of her was complete. Her whole being begged for him to open her with the thick, swollen shaft she clutched in her hand.

"Now!" she moaned, tugging at the throbbing lance her body pleaded for. "Now! Please! Give it to me now!"

Pulling his lips from her tit with a wet "pop," his mouth once more was hers and his tongue was striving to slither into her throat. Her legs spread even wider, opening to him as he rolled atop her waiting nakedness. Each of his hands found and squeezed the fleshy orbs that jutted up to him from her chest. She moaned and squirmed under the sweet agony of his hands, while her own hand still clutching the pulsing column of flesh between his thighs, guided it between the outer lips of her labia. Thick and engorged, the bulbous mass of his cockhead throbbed and jerked within the soft confines of her slit.

Then, in an easy twitch of his pelvis, he slid his shaft into the well-lubricated channel of her cunt. Deep, sinking to his hilt, he glided into the moist clutching folds of her pussy. She grunted and quivered as he entered. Big, hard, and swollen, his cock filled her to the brim. He jerked and pulsed with virile life that packed the tunnel of her sex. Her hand slipped from his crotch and returned to join its sister, clinging to the hard mounds of his buttocks.

"Fuck me!" she whispered-moaned, pulling her mouth from his. "Fuck me hard, my husband!"

Releasing his holds on her tits, he raised himself on his elbows, smiling down with pleasure at the woman - his wife - who lay beneath him. The stiff nipples of her breasts still stabbed into his chest, as she writhed languidly under the deep impalement of his sex. Responding to her desires, his hips whipped back, wrenching the thick column of his cock from the clinging velvet channel of her belly. Then he slammed himself forward, drilling full length into the loving saddle of lust he rode. She groaned and her head rolled wantonly on her shoulders as she accepted and welcomed the hard rod of stiff meat cramming back inside her. He pulled out again and she moaned as the lust-filled head of his prick strained the walls of her pussy in its exit. He plunged once again. The sudden invasion drew a sharp cry of delight from her lips. The tight, young muscles of her cunt contracted into a sheath of squeezing delight, surrounding his lusty stalk of manliness. His hips jerked upward, then lunged down again, burying the hard rod of flesh deeper into her yielding cunt. Her hands dug into his ass, her nails biting his flesh with aroused need. As he pumped and poled into the core of her quick, she urged him on, pulling him hard with each downstroke of his groin. Her legs crossed around his, locking him to her in the rising desperation of her desire. Long, hard and big, he shafted into the spongy mouth of her belly. She groaned and writhed under the constant skewering lance that opened and reopened her. She clutched him and begged and pleaded for more. Harder, his cock drilled into the warm caressing recesses of her cunt, trying to nail her to the bed beneath their bodies. She squirmed and quivered under him, the satin pillows of her tits rolling against his chest and the erect, firm nipples digging into his flesh. Her ass slid over the sheet as her hips took up the rhythm of his fucking. As he lunged down, her pelvis leaped up and greeted his swollen rod, helping it to plow even deeper into the grateful channel of her wild lust. She squeezed and held him in the depths of her pussy for a brief instant. Then he jerked out, wrenching the filling thickness of his presence from her. In turn, her hips dropped back to the bed, then jumped forth once more to envelop his bigness as it penetrated her body.

She no longer groaned, but grunted with each pounding impact of his loins against her eager cunt. Her body was jolted time and again, as he pumped his stiff mass into her with reckless abandon. Suddenly, he dropped full weight to her body, his chest smashing into her large E-cup tits, flattening their roundness beneath him. His hands slid under her, grasping the perk curves of her ass and jerking them upward to increase the angle of his driving plunges. She groaned as he speared closer and closer to her soul. Her hands anchored firmly into his ass and she pulled even harder as he lunged, as if trying to take him into her, balls and all. She twisted and squirmed with soaring pleasure under the battering attack of his loins.

Together they rose in a fervor of erotic delirium. They strove to reach new levels of ecstasy. Pounding, groaning, aching, and grunting, they drove into and accepted each other, attempting to take every ounce of pleasure each offered. Higher and higher she soared. Her thighs throbbed and pounded with the growing agony of near release. Aching, writhing, and groaning, she was caught up in an imploding universe of lust - a lust that consumed her in tidal wave after tidal wave of soul-rendering passion. Simultaneously, his balls boiled with the fire of desire and up from the aching depths of his testicles a molten flow raced through his throbbing and pulsing cock. He erupted, spewing the thick fountain of his lust into her belly. Hunching deep into her cunt, he emptied himself of seemingly gallons of hot cum that splattered and coated the contracting folds of her pussy until the flood of sperm and semen overflowed the well of her sex and oozed out around his thickness. Their desperate, wanton lust expended, they clutched each other in loving caresses. Their grateful bodies heaved and trembled in the wake of their passion. With tender love, their mouths met and kissed in silent "thank you" for the pleasure shared.


Kelli felt anticipation growing within her as Brett wheeled their small, fully packed MGB down the narrow road. Outside, the moss-laden cypresses of the lake country blurred by. She reached out and lovingly squeezed her husband's thigh. He glanced at her, smiled, then returned his eyes to the winding road. Brett had been uneasy about this visit to his parents home, afraid she would be offended by the interruption of their honeymoon, which would eventually end up in Halifax, Nova Scotia for a week, before Brett took over a position in a small New Brunswick advertising firm. But the trip was necessary, she had assured him. He had some money tied up in a trust, which was now needed to buy in as a partner of the firm. The business deal was too important to pass by! And besides, she was looking forward to meeting the Ravenwood family.

"Hold on and watch out for alligators," Brett cut into her thoughts, as he turned off the highway onto a small asphalt road. "It's about five miles up this way."

Kelli slipped the clasp from her purse and retrieved the needed brush and lipstick to prepare herself for her first encounter with her new in-laws.

"Don't worry," Brett threw her a broad grin. "You're beautiful... as always."

She chuckled, "I love you, too. But first impression and best foot forward, you know."

"No problem. They'll love you," he assured her. "I just hope you'll like...."

"Relax, I know I'll like them," she broke in, as she straightened her clothing and pressed the wrinkles from her skirt with her palms. "Especially if they're anything like you."

"I give up. A woman in love is blind," he grinned and shrugged his shoulders. "Just remember, the Ravenwoods are a bit eccentric."

"I'll remember," she grimaced. "You make it sound as if I was walking into some grisly scene straight out of a Gothic novel."

"It's not quite that bad..." he laughed, "... but the Ravenwood family is just a little bit different and somewhat weird."

"You can't scare me off now, Brett Ravenwood!" she returned in mock anger. "I've read all those tales of werewolves and vampires. And I've come equipped with a silver bullet and wooden stake!"

His laughter increased, "Okay! You win! No more!"

Then he continued, carrying her joke a step further, "Just remember, Grandma sacrifices virgins at midnight every night in the basement!"

"Virgins, hmmmmm?" she slid her hand up to the crotch of his jeans and allowed her fingers to tease along the sleeping bulge of his cock. "No worry there for me, is there!"

"You keep that up, woman, and I'll have to pull over to the side-of the road and rape your young body!" he grinned, easing her tempting fingers away.

"Promises, promises," she sighed, a wistful look in her eyes.

"Patience, my dear," he answered in a Bela Lugosi imitation, "ven night come, so vill you!"

Suddenly, she scooted to the edge of her seat and leaned over. Her teeth lightly nipped at his neck and she sucked loudly.

"I vant to suck your co..." she started.

"Greedy, bitch!" his palm slapped sharply on the exposed cheek of her skirt-covered rump.

"Ouch!" she whelped, pouting as she withdrew back into her seat.

He grinned at her, "On your best behavior, wench; we're here."

Before them on the road, which apparently was nothing more than one hell of a long driveway, stood a massive stone wall. A wrought iron gate, complete with arch and a swirling Old English "R" in an intricate circle, was open. Slowing down, Brett eased the sports car through the narrow passage. No longer was the surrounding country the tangled jungle of lake undergrowth, but a plush carpet of green grass. No, she decided, lawn was more like it, well-manicured with landscaped shrubs growing around towering magnolia trees.

"Welcome to the Ravenwood Estate," Brett waved one of his hands to scene stretched before them.

"Brett, you didn't tell me... it's beautiful," she exclaimed with obvious delight.

"Up ahead is the Ravenwood home." he smiled pleased with her reaction.

"Home? Mansion is more like it!" She stared at the white brick, two-story house set back among the flowering trees.

"This is an old plantation my father found and restored several years ago," her husband explained. "He liked the isolation it offered." The road widened into a circular driveway that led to the front of the Ravenwood mansion. Brett wheeled around and before the immense structure. The place is authentic, just like the Old South," he continued. "Like it?"

"Like it? It's fantastic" she muttered, somewhat in shock by the unexpected mansion.

She found herself mumbling dumbfounded, "Brett, why didn't you tell me that...."

"That my family has some money?" he smiled.

She nodded, unable to find the appropriate words.

"It didn't seem to matter... with you," he leaned over and tenderly kissed her. "Does it?"

"No, you big, beautiful idiot!" she grinned, throwing her arms around his neck and planting a loud wet kiss on his lips. "No, it didn't matter. But please don't mind if I'm excited as hell about it! Not to mention nervous!"

"Nervous?" he grinned. "Don't worry. They'll love you!"

"But?"

"But nothing. The Ravenwoods may be a tad bit strange, but we really live rather simple," he reassured her. "That's what money's all about. It lets you live in the style you want."

She shook her head, still unbelieving, and started to speak, but Brett announced, "Here they come. Time to meet your in-laws."

She glanced to the house and saw a man walking briskly toward the car. With a last few brushes at her skirt, Kelli took a deep breath, opened the door and slid out. The man, a wide grin on his face, was at Brett's side, behind them she glimpsed a feminine figure stepping from the house.

"Father, my wife, Kelli," Brett beamed. "Kelli, meet Brett Ravenwood, Number One."

She knew a surprised look was plastered stupidly across her face, but it couldn't be helped. Her father-in-law's resemblance to his son, her husband, was unbelievable. He was identical to Brett, except for a slightly older-looking face and a few strands of grey hair salting the area around his temples. The elder Ravenwood even wore blue-jeans and a pullover in the fashion of his son. Had she not known that he was nearing fifty, she would have guessed his age to be no more than in the mid-thirties.

"She's beautiful, Brett," he grinned, dropping a hand he had proffered as a greeting. "Handshakes are for men. I prefer a healthy hug for beautiful women... that is if you don't object."

Smiling, she shook her head in the negative and opened her arms. The hug was no more than a quick friendly squeeze. Still somewhat stunned by the father and son resemblance, she mumbled something about being pleased at the warm greeting and found her "Mr. Ravenwood" immediately corrected to "Brett One," if having two Michaels around confused her.

"Kelli, welcome," a flurry of a woman form pushed around the older Ravenwood and she was getting another warm hug and a quick womanly kiss on the cheek. "We're all so happy."

"My wife, Megan," her father-in-law made the introduction.

Kelli found herself mentally knocked for another loop, when she was finally released from the hug and got a good look at her new mother-in-law. Megan was a beautiful woman. Not only beautiful, but she didn't look a day over twenty-five. She was dressed in a loose-fitting silk caftan, but the light afternoon breeze pressed the thin fabric against her body, revealing the curves of an equally young woman.

Dear old Dad likes 'em sweet and tender, she mentally noted, remembering Brett's words about his family being "a little different."

Jolt three came when Megan introduced her two children, jerking the rug out from under Kelli's twenty-five year old theory. First there was Jeanne, who was eighteen and sharing her mother's blonde, flowing hair and shapely figure. And at sixteen and a full six feet, was Ben. Brushing the reddish-blonde mat of long hair from his face, he offered Kelli a handshake in greeting. Her first impression of him as a young athlete was reinforced by the strength of his grip.

Brett had told her of his father's re-marriage after his wife's death five years ago, but this bordered on the unbelievable. Megan looked so young, but here were her children by a previous marriage. And they were in their late teens. Hell, Kelli thought, I'm only twenty-one and Brett's just twenty-two.

"This is my sister, Elaine," her husband introduced the final member of the Ravenwood family.

Brett's true sister, Kelli knew, was seventeen. And she realized the good looks of the Ravenwoods weren't reserved for the men, as she gazed at the young girl.

"My other son, Tobin, hasn't arrived home from school yet," the elder Brett Ravenwood spoke. "We expect him in by Sunday. Which will give you a chance to meet him before you two have to leave."

She nodded, then allowed her father-in-law to escort her into the Ravenwood "home." If the immense house appeared to be a mansion on the outside, it did doubly so within. A great sweeping, curved stairway leading to the upper floor stood at the back of the entry hall. And everywhere was highly polished wood paneling. She only glimpsed the other rooms, as Megan took over and led her and Brett upstairs to their room to freshen up before dinner. Their room looked like something out of Gone With The Wind and Kelli raced across the room to fly bouncing on the over-sized four-poster bed as soon as Megan departed, announcing dinner would be ready in an hour or so.

"It's beautiful and they're nice," she grinned up from the bed, still feeling the jostling mattress beneath her.

"I'm glad," Brett said, climbing in beside her. "I was worried."

"I know," she whispered, cradling his head and kissing him with soft warmth.

His arms encircled her, pulling her close. Their tongues played around, exploring the warm wetness of their mouths for moments, gradually increasing the urgency of their embrace and sparking flames and lighting fires.

She wiggled and squirmed even closer, so that her body was pressed firmly down the front of him. Even through their clothes, she could detect the growing bulge at his crotch. She rolled her thigh over the hardening length, suggestively. He moaned, pulling her hard to him, his hands roaming over her back.

"I seem to remember a certain vampire out front and a certain lewd proposal," he whispered as he nibbled her ear when they parted.

"You are under my power," she whispered, picking up the Transylvanian accent they had used earlier. "You vill do as I say."

"I will do as you say," he laughed, playfully hugging her close, and once more kissing her long and hard, leaving them both fully aroused when they parted.

"Well, do as I say then!" she chided. "Get those clothes off. 'Cause, boy have I got some unusual vampiric techniques to show you!"

"A little snack before dinner?" he smiled as he hastily stripped.

"You might say that!" her eyes sparkled, as they focused in on the jutting, jerking pole of cock throbbing hard and rigid from his groin. "Now sit on the side of the bed."

He did as she said, enjoying the view as she slipped free of her blouse and her pleated skirt. Next came the "blushing pink" bra and matching bikini panties. Naked, she came toward him, her green eyes trained on him like those of a cat hypnotizing its prey before it pounced. Her upturned tits swayed in a delightful little dance, moved by the exaggerated movement of her hips. His balls tightened familiarly and his stiff rod jerked and twitched with anticipation. A foot before him, she stopped, posing momentarily, letting her hands briefly cup the firm globes of her breasts, then slide seductively down the sleek curves of her sides and hips. Once again he felt lust grab his testicles in a taut grip of desire. Locking his eyes to hers, she slowly lowered herself before him, kneeling on the floor. His legs parted and she moved forward, taking advantage of his positioning on the side of the bed. She glanced down to his crotch and studied the thick pole shafting out toward her face - and mouth! Gently, with loving care, she reached out and tenderly ran her fingertips down its unbending length. It throbbed and pulsed with virile life beneath her touch. A single drop of crystal clear precum welled from its tiny pinprick mouth.

Her emerald eyes rolled back up to him, as if saying "I see what is being offered and I like it." Her naturally blushed lips were caught in an elfin smile of mischief. Her pink tongue flicked wetly from behind her lips and gleaming white teeth. Then her eyes descended back to the swollen pole standing hard and proud at his crotch. Her fingers once more stroked its strained length and she watched it jerk and pulse with growing excitement. As he watched from his bedside perch, she reached up and pulled his enormous cock downward until it jutted at a ninety degree angle from his groin. Her eyes titled back up to him and she smiled once more, before returning to a demonstration of her techniques. He reveled in the sight of the woman kneeling on the floor before his cock. On her knees, as if she were worshipping the immense penis he sported. His positioning allowed him full view as her wet pink tongue curled out from behind her lips. He watched as its glistening tip extended closer and closer. Then with a light, feathery touch, she tapped the mouth of his sex. Electricity sizzled through his loins, as she captured the clear drop of sexual oil oozing from his cockhead.

Her tongue returned to her mouth and with it the juices she had stolen from his organ. He watched as she rolled the drop in her mouth, savoring it and then swallowing. Her tongue, as if she was satisfied with the taste of him, was back, swirling and washing over the sensitive softness of his engorged cock head. The reddening cockhead of his prick were left glistening and wet with a wake of her saliva.

Her attention then turned to the underside of his throbbing rod. Languorously, her teasing oral digit ran its sweet moist tip along the rough ridge of skin emerging from the black bush of his pubic hairs to the wrinkled folds surrounding the fattened head of his cock. As if she were a child slowly playing with a candy stick, her tongue lapped at him, sending quakes of fantastic pleasure flowing up from his groin and through his body. His balls ached, drawing tightly within their taut sac. His bone-hard shaft pounded with excitement, as blood throbbed at an increased rate through its swollen length. He moaned as her teeth clamped lightly down on his bigness. Up and down the fleshy wand of delight she nibbled, while her marvelously soft and warm tongue continued its teasing, flicking dance. Mounting to his cockhead once again, she pulled away for an instant, then leaned forward to nibble and lick at the fist-like head of his man-shaft. He groaned and quivered under the swirling sensations that raced up from his loins. He ached and hurt to have her mouth. But still she lightly nibbled, driving him to the region where pleasure and pain mingle in a confusing mixture that flamed him to sheer animal lust. Once again, she abruptly pulled off his cock and stared at its throbbing, gorged cockhead. As he watched, her lips formed a tightly puckered, lubricious "O" and she moved in. Forward her head tilted, her lips kissing his cockhead, then opening to sheath their bulbous form in the humid shelter of her mouth. She paused and he watched her swallow and breathe deeply through her nose. Then in one swooping, fluid motion, she took him. Full length, she swallowed up the thick pulsing cock, burying her nose in the dark hair at the base of his prick. He groaned and shuttered under the fantastic sensation of being fully entrenched in her face. Warm and liquid, her mouth surrounded him. His cockhead jerked and throbbed against the back of her throat.

Then with ball-aching slowness, she eased her edacious mouth off the ponderous mass of manmeat she had captured. Inch by micro-inch she slipped her pouted lips from his cock, until only the constantly throbbing cockhead remained in her mouth. Then she sucked, forcing even more blood into the already agitated head. She sucked as he groaned, almost begging for release from this torture of delicious pleasure. She sucked, fully demonstrating the "techniques" she had promised. Then she abruptly threw herself forward, impaling her face on the hardness of his prick. He banged into the back of her mouth and felt himself slide down her wonderfully welcoming throat, driving toward her tonsils. In an equally abrupt manner, she jerked back. Her taut lips clung to the thick cylinder of cock she was now truly worshipping, sucking along the whole length of the rock-hard rod. Again and again, she repeated the violent fucking of her face, as he watched with delighted amazement. Her cheeks bulged outward under each self-inflicted invasion of his sex. They hollowed deeply as she pulled off his prick, with her tongue constantly swirling and twirling around the swollen circumference.

He groaned and moaned as she worked her oral magic on him. His body was wracked by blast after blast of lashing sensations. His balls were on fire, threatening to crack from the flaming heat that consumed them.

As the fiery orb of lust moved up from his testicles, pushing its way into the rock-hard shaft of his cock, he reached down and grasped her head, firmly holding her impaled on his huge prick. Then he relaxed and let the demanding waves of desire take his control and his body. Opalescent jets of burning cum seared through his length, exploding out into the chalice of her mouth. Helpless in his violent release, he could but watch her voracious mouth work on the juices spilling forth from his groin. Her throat bobbed and twitched as she eagerly accepted and swallowed each thick gush of sperm and semen he had to offer. Throbbing and aching, he moaned as he was wracked by spurt after spurt of pleasure. His hands slipped weakly from her head, and her mouth slid back to the tip of his penis. Again she sucked. Her tongue and lips milked every spasmodic twitch still controlling his cock. She sucked, taking every drop that oozed from him. She sucked, eating and swallowing the last trace of his release, then sucked some more as if hoping to find one last morsel for her predatory mouth. As the marvelous pleasure of her tongue and lips threatened to turn to pain, she pulled her head away from him and once more rolled the deep green of her eyes upward and smiled. Gratefully, he cupped her face in his hands and leaned over and kissed her.

"Now," he whispered when their lips drifted apart, "I have some techniques of my own to demonstrate."


Without the slightest bit of urging, she clambered to the bed, moaning in fully aroused excitement as his tongue proceeded to sample the juices of her cunt. And within a very short time, she was crying out in pleasure as his mouth sent her soaring to the heights she had taken him.


Dinner war simple and formal, which Kelli soon learned that in Ravenwood terms meant everyone put on clean jeans and ate hamburgers. Afterwards, Megan spirited Kelli away from the rest for a lengthy tour of the mansion's twenty-five rooms, all of which were in use. When they returned to the rest of the family, all had gathered in a spacious den and were sharing the latest tales of their lives as well as a glass of wine. Watching as she entered Kelli was struck by the closeness of the family. At least on the surface, there seemed to be none of the normal bickering that would be constantly occurring in any other family of this size. All in all, they seemed to be one large group of old friends. Brett was the first to notice their return. He rose and smiled.

"Well, how did it go?" he asked pouring two new glasses of wine and carrying it to them.

"Impressive," Kelli replied in a genuine assessment of the Ravenwood homestead. "It's completely fantastic!"

Brett nodded as his father grinned, pleased with her reaction.

"There's a long history to this old place," the head of the Ravenwood family began, as Brett directed Kelli to a place beside him on a cozy over-stuffed sofa. "In the ante-bellum days, this was built by a French family by the name of Dupuis and was a main base for smuggling slaves to the free states."

"You can still see the remains of some underground vaults they hid escaping slaves in until they could manage passage north," Brett interjected. "There's some out back I can show you if you're interested."

Kelli nodded and listened as her father-in-law went on, once again struck by the great resemblance of the two men.

"Brett's right, this place has several quirks which make it interesting. But back to the Dupuis. It seems just prior to the War of 1812, there was a family split at which time one half of the family turned in the other half for their slave-oriented activities. The locals hereabouts had a quick kangaroo trial and a mass hanging of Dupuis family down at the parish courthouse. The remaining half of the family apparently moved down to New Orleans where they kept their original French name. I noticed in the papers three months back where several members of the Dupuis family had been arrested by the Police for some involvement in a ritual style slaying."

"Not your basic friendly types," Kelli commented as she listened to her father-in-law, amazed by the similarity between his and Brett's voice.

The elder Ravenwood went on and explained how the house was taken over by carpetbaggers after the war and then went through a series of owners, who left it in the state of ruin he had found it in. He explained how twenty years ago he had rebuilt the mansion. As he continued Kelli realized that had she not been looking at the older man, she would not have been able to tell his voice from that of her husband's. With a little questioning, Kelli learned that the Ravenwood family was not Canadian but had come from New England, where they still owned partial interest in a shipping firm. The conversation then turned to her and Brett and their plans. Not to mention several glasses of wine. By ten, the day's drive and the soothing effects of the drinks had left Kelli drowsy and she excused herself. Brett remained in the den, explaining Megan wanted to show him some additions to the house before he retired. Upstairs, she quickly slipped from her slacks and showered, letting the full force of the streaming water work over her naked body like tiny massaging fingers. Feeling somewhat refreshed, she stepped from her bath and toweled dry. Deciding she wasn't as tired as she originally had thought, she pulled a paperback from her suitcase. Bouncing down into the softness of the bed, she attempted to force herself into the storyline of the novel, but a decided chill to the room kept her mind from the words.

Admitting to herself she'd have to give up the freedom of nudity in favor of warmth, she rose from the downy softness of the bed and crossed the room to retrieve a robe from the closet. Selecting a thin, suggestive nylon piece that would fire Brett's interest on his return, she pulled it from its hanger and slipped into the flimsy, but warming garment. A soft glow of light radiating from the back of the closet caught her eyes. Shoving the hanging clothes aside, Kelli studied what appeared to be a wide crack separating the large panels at the rear of the closet, the faint glow seeping through the opening. Puzzled, she reached out. As her fingertips touched the slightly open panel, it swung back. Behind it was a narrow corridor, opening in both directions behind the wall.

Her father-in-law's description of the mansion "having several quirks" flashed through her mind as she stepped into the closet for a closer examination of the discovery. Ducking her head through the aperture, she peered down the passage. Only darkness met her eyes to the right, but to the left, the corridor took a sharp ninety degree turn. The glow that had first drawn her attention seemed to brighten some around the dog leg. Secret panels and a secret passage, the whole concept intrigued her. And as she pulled a lamp from one of the end tables by the bed and plugged it into a wall socket near the closet, she realized why the heroines in all those Gothic adventures never faltered in exploring such discoveries - plain, simple curiosity.

That same curiosity now took hold of her. However, she wasn't about to make the same foolish mistakes ineptly made by the dumb broads of the late night movies. Placing the lamp on the floor of the closet, she switched it on. It would serve as a beacon to guide her return, if the glow should suddenly disappear. As an extra precaution, she firmly lodged one of Brett's shoes across the threshold of the secret doorway to act as a wedge should the panel somehow decide to close itself, or should someone else come to the same conclusion. Then she slipped into the passage.

She tingled with the excitement of the situation as she moved down the narrow corridor. Her steps were slow and deliberate, doing her best to proceed in silence. The scenes of a thousand screen thrillers flashed through her mind with every step she took. Her eyes darted from side to side examining her confining surroundings. If this were a secret passage, it certainly didn't fit the normal description given to one by writers, she noted as she grew closer to the turn in the corridor and the dim glow. There were no cobwebs and interspaced on the ceiling every twenty feet or so, she could detect light bulbs, although none of these were lit at the moment.

Gingerly, she felt her way down the fifty feet from the closet and rounded the corner. There she found the passage opened into a small nook. Side by side in the limited space of the cubby hole area were six folding chairs, facing the curtain-covered wall where she stood. The glow, which lit the room in a dusk-like quality, suffused out from behind the edges of the drapery. On the far side of the chair-filled room, the passage began again. However, to continue only offered darkness. All in all she found her discovery rather anti-climatic - a conclusion that was short-lived as she tucked her fingers between the heavy drapery and parted the cloth slightly for a peek at what lay on the other side. The other side was a huge glass window! And beyond the transparent barrier was a spacious bedroom containing a bed that could have been a sister to the one in her room. She then saw the occupants of the strangely windowed room - Jeanne and Elaine. The stepsisters stood at the side of the bed nearest the glass. They were dressed only in panties and bras. The remainder of their clothing was strewn on the floor at their feet.

As Kelli watched, confused by the unexpected sight, the two young girls stepped to each other. Their hands reached and touched for a brief instant. They smiled and spoke, but Kelli was unable to hear what was said. But when they suddenly embraced in an open-mouth kiss, their arms wrapping around each other tightly, there was no doubt in her mind as to what had been the substance of their brief exchange. Kelli found herself mesmerized by the alluring beauty of the young, half-clad bodies pressed together in voluptuous pleasure. Unexplainable shivers coursed through her as she watched their still forming breasts press against their near nakedness; the whiteness of their flesh attempting to spill out over the confining cups of their bras. Their lips worked together. She felt a dampness welling within her as she detected the flurried pinkness of their exploring tongues dance back and forth into their mouths, probing and teasing each other. Unable to withdraw from her voyeur's position, she stared as their hands slowly roved over the gentle curves of the backs, slipping along the slopes of their spines to the pert roundness of their asses. Their fingers toyed and played, ducking under the elastic of their panties to soothingly caress the tantalizing cushions of their asscheeks. As she watched, the blonde-haired Jeanne stepped away from the embrace. Her arms reached behind her back and easily unclasped the tiny hooks holding her bra. The white garment fell away to join the rest of the clothes on the floor. Her tits, young and firm, did a bouncy little dance, eventually standing from her chest like two proud cones of beckoning delight.

While the black-headed Elaine at her side and Kelli, from her position behind the glass, gazed with admiring eyes, the slim blonde tucked her fingers under the band of her panties and slowly wiggled the nylon briefs downward, over the youthful curve of her shapely hips and an equally shapely pair of sleek, supple legs.

Holding her hands out, she summoned the younger girl to her and their mouths joined once again. This time Elaine's slim, graceful fingers were given full rein to her partner's body. Lightly her fingers fondled the smooth texture surface of the unblemished skin. Downward they traveled once again finding the tempting slopes of jutting rear mounds.

She grasped, her hands squeezing into the softness of the other girl's ass with almost brutal force. Heated, red ass flesh gripped between her fingers as she kneaded the plump curves. Over and over, her eager hands squeezed and molded tightly into the pliant cushions. Then her fingers were moving again - moving toward the deep crease separating the firm buttocks. Taunting, her fingertips toyed up and down the dark, tight-pressed line. The naked girl pressed against the body of her manipulator, trembling and tightening her hold on the dark-haired beauty that teased excited thrills at her bottom. The naked cones of her tits pushed hard against her feminine lover, their firm shape flattening to balls of resilient flesh. Still exploring, the titillating fingers delved into the dark crease. In determined fashion they twirled and tickled, then there was a sharp plunge. The naked blonde jerked rigid. Her mouth wrenched away from her partner's. With urgency, she pressed against the girl before her as if trying to mount her. Her red young lips parted in a silent moan of lust-pleasure as the still clothed girl's finger penetrated into the tight confines of her anal mouth. She clung to the black-haired girl as the spearing digit began to pump in and out of her ass. Faster and faster the finger of the younger girl lunged into the tight rectal pocket of her partner's rear. In penis-imitating fashion, she worked her attack. In and out she drilled into the volcanic fire of the squeezing hole. Out and in, her finger speared toward the back recesses of the ass she now possessed.

The long strands of blonde hair flew like a furious mist of gold, as the older youth received every lancing impact of the finger-fucking she was getting. Her head rolled on her shoulders in wanton abandon. Her mouth was open in a constant groan of growing lust. In an almost subtle movement, the dark-haired girl slipped her free hand from the ass it held and slid it around to the soft blonde pubic moss covering the exposed cunt that was open to her. With little or no difficulty, she tickled a finger upward into the waiting lips of the hungry pussy before her. Matching the rhythm of her poling finger in the rear, she plowed into the silken, wet pussy with her newly entrenched finger.

Doubly impaled and doubly fucked, the blonde's body was one quake of trembling flesh. Her body rolled and ground into the girl manipulating her desire. Her conical tits rolled against the still partially clothed girl. Her body glistened with excited perspiration. Her hands clutched desperately at the girl's back, nails biting into the whiteness of young flesh. Her hips bucked back and forth trying to accept the dual impalement simultaneously. Her body quaked and jerked as she took the two fingers that slid into the liquid warmth of her young snatch and the fiery channel of her bowels at the same time. She rocked and writhed in her standing position as if unable to get enough of the double finger attack soon enough. In and out the probing digits sluiced into her throbbing pussy and drilled into her aching ass in unison. Out and in, they blasted undeniable lust through her willing body. In and out, they pumped through the pleasure-pulsing portals of her near agony need. In a fevered frenzy, she came, her body going rigid, then collapsing into a mass of quivering, quaking flesh caught in the fantastic throes of orgasmic satisfaction. Trembling and clutching, her writhing body pressed urgently against the girl who had brought such prodigious gratification to her.

Somehow, as Kelli still peered on from behind the curtain, the younger Elaine managed to lower her step-sister to the side of the bed, gently caressing and kissing her as the lovely blonde slowly descended from the heights of pleasure she had been exploded into. Kelli quivered with growing arousal as she watched the two girls. She had never before realized that the sight of two women making it could be so exciting. While she had often wondered what it would be like to have another woman exploring her body, she had never allowed the situation to occur, although during her first years in college dormitory life had presented more than one such chance.

Now as she stood as a voyeur to these two beautiful young girls, she found her body reacting with undeniable excitement. She almost felt the sleekness of their skin against hers, their exploring hands and fingers on and in her body. Kelli pulled the thin robe she wore closely to her. Not so much to close out the chill that was still present, but to keep her own hands from creeping to the wet cleft of her loins to satisfy the growing need that flamed within her.


"She's a very pretty girl, Brett," Megan said simply, as she maneuvered her stepson into the mansion's library.

"Very attractive," Brett smiled, glancing at the older woman. "She's everything I'd hoped to find in a woman, attractive, intelligent and...."

"And sexual..." Megan's lips formed a coy, knowing smile and her blue eyes flashed with sudden amusement.

Brett didn't answer, but moved away from his stepmother, his eyes darting around him, surveying the floor-to-ceiling shelves of books that lined the wall's of the Ravenwood library. His father was a collector, This one room contained a small fortune in first editions.

But Megan's mind was far from the rare volumes. "Your telegram came as a surprise. We knew that you and Kelli were living together, but marriage?" He twisted around to face the woman again. His eyes widened, obviously irritated by her last remark. But Megan ignored his reaction and pressed further, "Does she know about the Ravenwoods?" Brett's eyes glanced to the floor and he shook his head, receiving a chuckle of growing amusement from the woman. "Your father and I had expected that you would have at least brought Kelli to meet us before you married her," Megan continued. "I'm disappointed in you."

"Why?" Brett snapped. "Why should I have brought Kelli here? I wouldn't have done it now, if it hadn't have been for the trust."

The woman no longer chuckled, but laughed. Brett had known this was going to happen. He should have tried to avoid it, but he knew that that would have been impossible. He had never been able to avoid Megan. Never!

"Poor Brett, afraid his family will frighten off his young bride," she laughed louder, the obviously unconfined mounds of her enormous J-cup breasts juggling freely beneath the silky fabric of her caftan, reaching almost to her waist.

Damn! he silently cursed himself, as he felt the familiar tightening of his groin. He shouldn't have let this happen. But now that it was here, there was no way of getting out of it.

"I'm sorry, Brett," his stepmother abruptly ceased her laughter. "I didn't mean that. Please forgive me. It's just that this is so unlike you. I don't understand."

The young man's dark eyes studied her, remembering and trying to forget. "Things are different now, Megan. Kelli and I are starting a life together. The things that happened here are... well, they're gone. They're part of the past!"

"Are they, Brett?" she smiled gently, the blueness of her eyes alive with a light of certainty. "Are you sure it's gone? Just like that; just because you say it's gone?"

"Yes, I'm sure," he nodded, lowering his eyes from hers to escape her probing gaze and feeling more and more uneasy by the moment.

The softness of her fingertips were on his cheek, lightly caressing. His eyes rose to her again and that confident smile on the fullness of her lips. There was no denying that Megan was a beautiful woman, a fact that had always drawn him and a fact that she had used on him ever since her marriage to his father. He wanted to escape her gaze, but she held him as she had always held him.

"I don't think anything has changed, Brett. I don't think you want anything to change," she whispered, her head moving slowly toward him. "I think you want me as much as you've always wanted me."

He moved his head away, but the fingers on his cheek increased their pressure, easing his mouth back. Then her lips were on his, teasing with a light brushing quiver. She pressed harder, her tongue darting from her mouth and flicking over his lips. But he held firm, refusing her the entrance she wanted.

"Why are you fighting it?" she glanced up to him, when she finally pulled away. There was hurt in her eyes; a hurt that filled him with an aching hollowness. "It's been a long time, Brett. I've been waiting for this. I want it and I can feel that you want it as much as I do."

She pressed her lips to his again. This time her arms circled his back, pulling her body close so that the heavy balls of her tits rolled against him, taunting him with their cushiony softness. Her pelvis wedged its way to his crotch, rubbing the plump mound of her pubis over the rising length of his prick. You're right, you hot bitch! he cursed his weakness, as his mouth opened to accept the welcomed offering of her probing oral digit. I never could refuse you! Never could deny that exquisite cunt of yours! Totally confident of herself now, her sureness bolstered by the thickening pole she had created in the crotch of his jeans, her tongue drilled into her step-son's mouth, swirling and twirling around his tongue. Her lips pressed hard to his, forcing his mouth wider as she tried to drive her oral digit down his throat. As his arms closed around her, she moved her body, mashing her breasts harder against his chest and greedily rubbing the firm, fleshy mound of her sex over the solid rod of cock straining out from his pants. Enticing him into her mouth, her lips and teeth lightly closed around his tongue. She sucked, as her pelvis undulated into his, emphasizing what it was that she wanted. She sucked, promising the oral delights she had so expertly laved on his cock innumerable times in the past. She sucked until a slight saline taste suffused through her mouth, then she released his tongue and their mouths parted.

"It has been a long time, hasn't it?" she smiled, reveling in the feel of his young arms around her.

"Megan..." he began.

She interrupted whatever he had intended to say as her mouth covered his again and the flickering flurry of her tongue invaded his mouth once again, twisting with its tantalizing gyrations. She parted from him only when she felt his hips swaying with the sensuous rhythm of her pelvis. And when her lips did leave his, she removed his arms from around her and stepped back.

Her eyes glowed with the growing lust that coursed through her body, as she reached behind her back and found two small snaps and unclasped them. Then her fingers discovered the zipper beneath and edged it down its jagged-tooth path. Her smile of confidence widened as she noticed that her stepson's eyes were riveted to her every action, his nostrils flaring slightly with excitement.

The caftan fell away from her body in one smooth motion, like a sheet unveiling some sculpture. But this work of art was alive. He found himself gulping deeply as he stared at her. Not only was she braless, but she wore no other undergarments. He had forgotten just how beautiful Megan was, just how desirable a woman she was, just how much she affected him, as the throbbing stiffness bulging from his jeans testified to. The fairness of her blonde hair matched the creamy texture of her flawless skin. Her tits were big! Breasts that were heavy globes of pendulous flesh that danced resiliently on her chest as she breathed. Topping each of those fascinating, pillow-like mounds were light brown aureoles and nipples that had already begun to stiffen with desire. Her stomach had lost the flatness of youth, but it was far from a gross, bulging midriff. Her belly was a slight protruding slope that led his eyes downward to the plump mound of her pubis. No longer did her love knoll sport the soft brown sexual fur it had worn the last time he had seen her. Now there was only a continuation of the milky smoothness of her skin. Shaven and bare, her cunt posed with the innocence of a young girl. His balls drew themselves tightly into the security of their sac as she moved back toward him, wagging the delightfully flaring curves of her hips in an exaggerated sway. Her tits juggled liquidly from her chest. Her eyes flashed with abandoned lust.

Back in his arms, she covered his mouth with hers, as his hands roved over the sleek smoothness of her back. His fingers eagerly crept to the jutting roundness of her buttocks and squeezed into the fleshy cheeks of her ass, arousing moans from the depths of her throat. She wiggled, rolling her voluptuous nakedness against him, as if trying to push herself through the clothing he still wore. In a surprising abrupt movement, the nude woman suddenly pulled away from him and with a devilish grin, dropped to her knees before him. With the same quickness, her long fingers darted to his fly, attempting to free the zipper. But his hands were on hers, moving them away from his crotch.

"Megan... please... Kelli," he gazed down at the lovely vision of womanly servitude at his feet. Naked and willing, she stared up to him, uncomprehending this last moment of hesitation.

Unwilling to be denied, her head leaned forward and her lips kissed along the swollen bulge covered by the coarseness of his jeans. Even through the fabric of his pants, he could feel the warmth of her breath permeating the cloth and flowing around the solidness of his prick. He shuddered as he weakly fought the desire that swirled up through his loins, then moaned and released her hands. Her fingers, free once again, found the metal hinge of his fly and yanked down its jagged-edged course. The smell of his manliness flooded her nostrils, even before her lust-controlled fingers tucked inside his fly and touched the stiff column of manmeat. The odor was far from offensive. It was a deep musky aroma that she had come to love during her years, an erotic scent of prick that only stimulated her more. Carefully, she worked the thick flesh of his fat prick from his pants, then sat back on her calves to examine the swollen shaft as it came free. It has been a long time, she mused to herself, as her fingers tenderly traced along the rod of hardened flesh she had created. She relished the smoothness of his cockflesh and the virile solidness that throbbed under her fingertips. Even as she watched, the plumpness of his cockhead seemed to swell even fuller.

Her head moved forward as her stepson watched. Her red, puckered lips kissed at the sleekness of his cockhead, sucking away the clear precum that welled out from its tip. He felt good, manly, his sex warm and soft against her lips. She felt him quiver and found herself doing likewise in a lusty reaction. Edging her mouth from his lust-wand, she rolled her eyes upward and smiled at the pleasure she found on his face, then turned her eyes once more to the fat stalk possessed by her fingertips. Closing her eyes, she moved forward, letting the flicking probe of her tongue tip guide her to his cock. She delighted at the shuddering thrills she ignited within her stepson, as the feathery touch of her tongue brushed over his blood-engorged cockhead. But more than that, she relished the oral-tactile taste of him that she received. In long, lubricious laps, she lost herself in the pleasure of the task she had taken on. Up and down the thick circumference of his sex, her tongue curled and caressed. The cock she laved twitched and jerked strongly under her ministrations, only stirring her eagerness. Over and under the firm length, she licked and washed. His feel was marvelous, hard, smooth, soft and demanding all at the same time. She couldn't get enough of it quick enough to suit her!

She scooted even closer to him, allowing her lips to join the revelry her tongue had found on his sex. So smooth! she moaned as she mouthed her way up and down the heavy cockshaft. She trembled with mounting excitement with the thought that she soon would bury this pulsating pole within her face. So warm! And so smooth! Licking and kissing her way from the hairy base of his cock to the pleasantly thick knob of his cockhead, she once more pulled away from him. Opening her eyes, she glanced back to the young face above her. He smiled, as his hands reached out and his fingers weaved through the pale blonde strands of her hair, then slowly eased her face back to the jutting shaft of his prick. Her lips kissed the fist-like cockhead and her tongue drilled into the tip. But his hands, increasing in their urgent pressure, demanded more. Her lips pouted deliciously over the swollen cockhead, accepting his cock into her mouth. Following the pressure at the back of her head, she eased forward. The ponderous mass of his sex invaded her face, filling her mouth and sliding into her throat. Suppressing the urge to gag, she breathed deeply through her nose, then inched all the way down the thickness of his root, until her lips flattened around the base of his cock and she had taken every pulsing inch of him. His balls did an arousing series of flip-flops as he watched his stepmother slowly slide off the lancing shaft of his prick. He had known this would happen. He had known and still he had come with her. Perhaps she had been right. Perhaps he had no desire to bury the past. He certainly had no urge to stop the fantastic sensations she was creating with her mouth. He wanted her to suck him. He wanted her mouth eating at his cock. He wanted to slide atop the welcoming bed of her body and fuck the juice-filled pussy between her legs. She was right! It had been a long time! And whether he liked to admit it or not, he had missed the sensual delights this beautiful woman, his father's wife, could so expertly give him.

Kelli! his mind flashed to his young bride, who awaited him in their room. His young wife, who he had left alone so that he could once again share the carnal pleasure that his stepmother could provide. What would Kelli do, if she knew?

Suddenly the provocative mouth so lovingly wrapped around his prick began to suck, driving away all the uneasy thoughts of Kelli, demanding his full attention!

She pulled at his cockhead, doing her damnedest to dislodge them from his cock. She sucked, drawing even more blood into his already gorged length. Her lips were taut and white around him, under the strength of their hold. He moaned and hunched his hips forward. In a well-timed reaction, she abruptly eased her oral grip and opened her mouth to accept the shafting column that speared deeply into her face. Then she sucked her way back to the fat cockhead. Downward, her lips slid again, swallowing up his swollen length, then off she came, then she swallowed him up again. He watched hypnotized by the greedy movements of her lips. Up and down, her head bobbed along his stalk of meat. His balls were firing with desire. They simmered, then boiled, as his hips began to pump in and out, fucking her mouth. Suddenly, he jerked himself away from her lips of pleasure. Her eyes flared open and gazed up at him filled with confusion.

"I want your pussy," he moaned, his face twisted with the determination it had taken to pull himself free from her magnificent lips. I want those beautiful tits of yours."

The dull confusion of her eyes failed quickly and was replaced by flaming lust, as she rolled to her back. The creamy whiteness of her thighs spread, allowing him an unobstructed view of her cleanly shaven pubic mound and the slightly pouting, pink lips of her labia. Managing to rid himself of his own clothes, he knelt beside her on the carpeted floor. He suppressed the overwhelming desire to immediately scoop up handfuls of her abundance of titflesh. Instead, he leaned over, his lips smothering hers and his tongue darting into the humid warmth of her mouth, that had seconds ago held his cock. When they parted, it was only for a moment, a brief pause to catch a quick breath, then her mouth was planted strongly against his, the soft wetness of her tongue dueling over the interior of his mouth. Opening his jaws wider, he accommodated the strong thrusts of her oral probe, as she strove to drive down his throat. Her hands were cradled to each side of his face, holding him firmly as she worked around in his mouth. Seemingly eons later, she eventually withdrew, allowing him entrance into her mouth once again. Repeating her own actions, he drilled his tongue toward her tonsils, as if trying to crack her jaws. But she simply opened wider, accepting his searching of the recesses of her mouth. A wanton "oooohhhh" came from her throat as they parted. But more important, the slight interruption of their mounting passion had allowed him to once more gain control over the lust that burned within his testicles.

Her eyes fluttered open, misted with the desire that consumed her voluptuous body. She smiled, moving her hands from his face and found his wrist on the rounded smoothness of her milky shoulders. It took only the barest minimum of pressure to slide his fingers downward to the billowy mounds of her tits. She trembled and whimpered with excitement as his hands nudged at the curving circumferences of her enormous breasts. No longer repressing his desire to manhandle the heavy, slightly flattened globes, he accepted his stepmother's invitation and roughly grabbed up two handfuls of creamy, moldable tit and squeezed. A grateful moan came from her and the woman beside him arched her back upwards, pressing the heavy mounds into his warm palms.

Firmly grasping the summery mounds, he pulled upward, stretching the globes into pointed cones. Then he released his holds, watching as the elastic-like flesh bounced resiliently and juggled back into its original shape. Again and again, he pulled the pliable globes upward and released them, playing like a child lost in the world of a new toy. When he tired, he pushed them upward on her chest, delighting with every jostling bobble, as they rolled back into shape. He tugged downward, enjoying the similar, reversed action of her tits.

Then he moved in with his mouth, sucking up and nibbling on an unsuspecting nipple that was perched hard and erect atop one of the tempting pillows of flesh.

"UH! Arrggghhh!" his stepmother grunted under the unannounced oral attack. Quaking, she arched her back higher, trying to smother him in the satin-covered cushions of her chest. Widening his mouth, he gobbled up as much of the warm, excited flesh as he could. Again she grunted and trembled, her hands clutching at the back of his neck and pulling him to her. Occupying one of the aroused globes with a barrage of licking, sucking and nibbling, he made sure that its twin sister was not left unattended, by cupping as much of the quivering, billowy tit flesh as he could and rolling it on her enormous G-cup breasts.

Her excitement reached a fevered pitch and he jerked his mouth away from the now pleasure-aching crown of her breast, despite the lust obscured protests that garbled from her lips. Without pausing he dropped to the other massive tit and reversed his attack. Using mouth and hands together, he whipped this desire-laden woman back to the heights his abrupt change of pace had wrenched her from. From years filled with past experiences of exploring this tantalizing woman's body, he knew that with just a little more teasing, he could bring her off by simply manipulating her breasts and with no other stimulation. But he wanted to be inside her cunt; that delightfully shaven mound of sex he knew was throbbing between her spread legs. As abruptly as before, he pulled away from her breasts, leaving only his hands to gently fondle the warm, aroused flesh of her tits. Again her eyes fluttered open, showing a mixture of lust and confusion.

He felt her legs open further and glanced downward. The wetness of her desire oozed from the deep cleft of her loins. Her hand crept to his prick and gently pulled. Following the urging tag of her fingers, he slid atop her and between the inviting spread of her thighs, lowering himself on the luxurious bed of her body, so that the majority of his weight was born by his elbows on either side of this willing and wanton woman. Between his own legs was the wonderful feel of her hand guiding the turgid tip of his cock into the pouted lips of her pussy. The sensation was fantastic, familiar, but exciting, like a homecoming. The fantastic sensation increased tenfold as her hips twitched and her cunt swallowed his cockhead in the outer lips of her labia. It was his turn to moan as he lay there motionless, feeling his stepmother tremble and quiver in anticipation of what would transpire next.

It would have been enough to just lay there until her lust became uncontrollable and she begged to be fucked. But her mouth and his eager manipulations of her ponderous breasts had affected him as much as it had her. Lust won out over control!

In one hard thrust, he plunged into the liquid warmth of her cunt, lashing into her like a rapist taking a virgin. But she was no virgin, nor had she wanted to be one since that first cock had torn its way through her hymen leaving its never healing wound in her pussy. Her hips leapt up to welcome his entrance. Their bodies slapped together. Together they moaned, lost in the fulfillment of two willing and desirous people having achieved sexual union.

There were no longer thoughts of control as he wrenched out and lunged back into her body. He had but one thought - to fuck the hell out of this woman, who had brought him into the library for the sole purpose of having him fuck the hell out of her!

She had the same thought! Her legs locked around his, holding his firmly between her thighs, as if she expected him to attempt an escape. Her hands were at his back, fingernails biting into his skin. She twisted and rolled the heavy cushions of her breasts against his chest, exciting both him and herself at the same time.

Like a spike of flesh, he slammed into the humid hole of sex that swallowed his length and squeezed it in a chamber of velvet-covered steel muscles. As hard as he thrust inward, he jerked out of the encompassing softness, knowing as he came free, her pussy flowed with him, its pink lips flowering outward.

Then he plunged inward again, trying to bang his cockhead against the opening of her cervix waiting in the depths of her belly. Grunting with pleasure, she welcomed the thick circumference. Deeper and deeper he drove and she felt the piston of pleasure stretch and fill the channel of her pussy. Her own muscles worked as best they could, as lust took complete control of her body. Squeezing, she desperately tried to grasp the hot rod that sliced in and out of her cunt.

"Harder," she mumbled in his ear between deeply sucking gasps of pleasure. "Harder! Drive it back into my mouth!"

He obliged by reaming as hard as he could into the exquisite heat of her pussy. He pounded and ravaged into the juice-slick tunnel of her belly. Like an angry jackhammer, he poled into her depths, his own lust screaming from the tight friction of her cunt. Her hips worked in unison with him. As he plunged downward her pelvis jumped up and accepted every inch of swollen cock he could stuff into the mouth of her sex. As he wrenched out, in preparation for another lancing thrust, her hips fell away, her ass bouncing onto the floor beneath her. Then she was there with that predatory hunger for cock, sheathing his prick once more as he rammed into her again. Their bodies melted into a tangle of hot, urgent, aching flesh as they worked together, feeding the flames of desire that consumed them. In and out, he pumped into the clutching socket of her sex. Faster and harder, he tried to drive his thick, swollen lance of prick into her mouth as she had urged him.

Groaning and bucking, she existed only for the fat slab of manmeat that packed its way into her cunt. Her whole body was caught in a rushing tidal wave of sexual desire. Higher and higher, he whipped her on. Centering at their joined cores, swirling fingers of pleasure washed out and covered her. Each torrent of desire growing in strength, she was blasted into the exploding universe of orgasmic oblivion. Clinging to the young man, her stepson, who still pumped himself into her body, she soared on a skyrocketing nebula of pleasure. Lust completely shattered her soul, then re-assembled it over and over. Feeling the woman beneath him go rigid, he let the last wall of control crumble from his body, allowing the thick rush of sperm and semen to boil up through his cock and blast into the contracting hole of pussy surrounding him. Groaning in the stream of ecstasy that raced through his loins, he emptied his balls into the awaiting chalice of her belly. Gratefully, the steaming fountain of cum spurted from his testicles, coating and soaking the quaking folds of her pussy. His whole body jerked and twitched as he drilled deep into the woman, his father's wife, under him, as the last drops of his release drained from his still hard and aching cock. Clinging together, they entered the satisfaction of fulfilled desire. Caressing, they kissed and held each other. Still locked together, they rolled to their sides, man and woman, stepson and stepmother, as his hips once again began the steady in-out rhythm they both still hungered for. Still clutching her thin robe to her aroused body, Kelli tried to move away from the window into the girls' bedroom, but she couldn't. Jeanne's and Elaine's sexual play fascinated her, drawing her eyes as the light of a candle draws a moth.

This uninhibited lovemaking between stepsisters was something new; something that incited strange, previously unfelt desires within her. As she watched them embrace and caress on the bed, she could feel their young, exploring hands on her body and wished that the sensations that coursed through her were more than just mental. She wanted to be in the room with them; wanted to feel their mouths and hands and bodies pressed against her.

Jeanne, removing Elaine's arms from around her nakedness, suddenly rose from the bed and held her hand out to her sister. The dark-haired, younger girl smiled, obvious excitement in her dark eyes, and bounced up, taking the blonde's hand. The older girl leaned forward and gently kissed her companion's lips, then led her before the window. Together they stared at Kelli!

She had been discovered! Kelli's heart missed several beats. No better than a common window peeper, the two girls had found her gazing in on their sexual pastimes. She felt a hot, embarrassed heat flush through her body. No! They didn't see her! she suddenly realized. The two teenaged girls had not found her out. They were staring straight at her, but they didn't see her. Relief flooded her body and at the same time, her mind reeled with confusion. How could they not see me? Then it dawned on her. The alcove, the chairs, the curtained window - all of it made sense. The window wasn't a window at all, but one of those one-way mirrors which allow persons behind them to see out, but persons on the other side see nothing but a silver surfaced mirror. And the alcove and the chairs were nothing more than a small viewing area for spectators to gaze upon the activities in the bedroom. Sexual activities, she assumed.

Another of the mansion's quirks, she grinned to herself, as she wondered how many guests to the Ravenwood estate had been placed in this bedroom. And even more interesting were the possibilities of who used the alcove. The lack of dust she had previously detected and the electric lights that hung from the ceiling pointed to the fact that the alcove with its special window were used. Was this the strangeness of the Ravenwood family that Brett had tried to warn her of? Was this viewing area here when the Ravenwoods bought the mansion? Or was it an addition that the elder Ravenwood had dreamed up? The whole implications of this voyeuristic haven fascinated her.

But even more fascinating was the activity of the two girls on the other side of the one-way mirror. Now secure in her position, Kelli watched, feeling the wanton throbs of lust rising in her again. Jeanne now stood behind her sister. Both girls gazed into the mirrored side of the glass, smiling and unaware of their new sister-in-law who watched their every move. For a few brief seconds, the older girl was busy behind the dark-haired girl, then Elaine's bra came free, falling away from her body. Kelli found herself gasping with excitement as she stared at the young girl's exposed tits. Still developing, the young C-cup breasts were perfect cones, white, soft and smooth and topped by dark mushrooms; puffy nipples that were stiff and erect from the sexual play she had so vigorously taken part in. Unseen hands suddenly began to move the girl's briefs down the rounded curves of her hips, as Jeanne worked at the panties from behind. The light cloth panties dropped around the girl's ankles and she stepped free, gazing at her nakedness in the mirror, as did Jeanne. And as did Kelli from the other side of the mirror.

The older girl's arms slid around her partner's midriff and pulled the girl back to her. Taunting with her lips and tongue, the blonde slowly and tantalizingly kissed her way up her stepsisters shoulder. Her teeth joined in as she reached the younger girl's neck, teasing her way to the sensitive lobe of her ear. As she tongued and kissed at Elaine's neck and ear from behind, Jeanne's hands eased their way up from her waist and cupped gently beneath Elaine's cone-shaped breasts.

Both the girls' eyes once more turned to the mirror as they watched Jeanne fondle and taunt the beautifully matched tits she possessed.

Lightly, with a show of knowledge that spoke of several similar experiences, her fingers lightly brushed and caressed the young cones. Over and around the sleek whiteness of the breasts, her fingertips swirled in exciting little circles. Spiraling upwards, her hands rose, until at last the tips of her fingers nudged at the aroused dark buds of Elaine's nipples. Kelli could see the younger girl gasp with rising desire under the expert manipulations of her stepsister. Elaine's dark eyes fluttered, doing their best to remain open and view the titillating scene of her body being caressed, but the sensations Jeanne ignited in her body were stronger, eventually winning out, and the younger girl closed her eyes, losing herself amid the pleasure that flowed through her tits. The blonde beauty suddenly stepped in front of the girl she fondled and dipped her mouth to the breasts she handled with loving care. Her cheeks hollowed deeply as she sucked up one of the dark cherries of flesh atop one of the cones. The younger girl trembled, her hands reaching out and squeezing brutally into the tits of her companion. Neither of the girls seemed to mind in the least. Moving her mouth to the opposite knoll of breast, Jeanne's tongue, wet and pink, flicked out from behind her lips and lashed back and forth across the new nipple it found. Vigorously, she worked her oral digit until the black-haired girl moaned for her to stop. When she did, she opened her mouth and stuffed as much of the titflesh as she could into her. She ate, contented with the silken textured cushion of flesh her mouth had found. She sucked and nibbled, her tongue laving its way over the hard button of nipple their passion had created. Her hands moving to Elaine's shoulders, Jeanne slowly edged the younger girl back toward their bed, while her mouth continued to excite fresh thrills through the enticing young body. Automatically, the black-haired girl sat on the bed, jerking her reddening breast from her companion's eager mouth. She smiled, then lay back, spreading her thighs wide, presenting an unobstructed path to the plump little mound of her sex and the black pubic moss that was bushed over it. Jeanne dropped to her knees and leaned forward. Her lips lightly kissed the dark triangle of shiny fur covering her sister's snatch, eliciting quivery little trembles from her partner. Then her tongue once more darted out and weaved through the forest of pubic down, tickling and teasing around the already wet cleft of Elaine's sexual lips, but never dipping into the hot hole of her young cunt.

Easing back just a little, the blonde-headed girl moved her hand between her sister's thighs, spreading the lips of her pussy so that she could see the extended bud of the girl's clit and the scalloped inner lips of her labia. Again, her head ducked downward. Her tongue flicked out and ran up and down the pink slash of the girl's sex. Expertly, her tongue tip dipped lightly into the musky cleft, tapping and twirling out its exciting dance of pleasure. The girl above her moaned and reached down, grabbing her head. She resisted the urgent fingers that pushed her face forward, delighting in the effect her taunting had produced. Up and down the pink slit of Elaine's opened pussy she teased and aroused.

Then her tongue skipped upward, gently caressing the nubbin of ecstasy. She tenderly kissed the super-sensitive clit, hearing the moans of approval that came from above her. She licked and carefully lapped at the enticing button, twirling her tongue around its tiny circumference. Her lips closed around the bud of sensation and she sucked at it as a woman might suck at the cock of a man. The black-headed beauty, half on and half off the bed, writhed as her lovely companion unlocked thrill after excited thrill in her body. She begged and moaned. Her hands pulled at the blonde head that taunted and played with her growing arousal. Her satisfied groans filled the spacious bedroom as the titillating oral digit slipped from her clit and entered the heated channel of her cunt.

Jeanne's entry into her sister was far from gentle. It was quick and hard, spearing as deep as she could into her sweetness, burying her face in the wetness of the girl's pussy. In and out, she probed in her penis-imitating oral style. She licked and lapped, eating her stepsister with unrestrained relish. Soft and smooth, like oiled silk, her tongue moved around within the humid interior of the girl's cunt She sucked deeply, swallowing the thick sexual juices she drained from the quivering channel, then drilled her tongue back into the enticing folds of Elaine's pussy. Around and around, her inciting oral digit twisted its pleasure as Elaine's hands pushed her face into the mouth of her belly. The younger girl writhed and quivered on the bed as her passion rose to a consuming fever of lust. She groaned as she felt the delightful tongue once more change its tactics, pumping in and out of her pussy. Her own pelvis began to move, undulating with the rhythm of the mouth that ate at her. Suddenly, there was a finger on her clit, rolling and fondling the aroused button. The dual stimulation rocked her with lusted madness. Body jolt after body jolt sizzled through her over and over as the waves that throbbed in her thighs expanded, blasting outward. In and out, the blonde's tongue drilled, spearing to its limits within her. Faster and faster, her oral probe reamed around in the humid softness of her cunt. Around and around, the fondling finger rolled her clit. She groaned and moaned as she rose on the skyrocket of ecstasy. Her thighs exploded and pleasure raced through her body. Crying out in desire, she pushed desperately at the head working so wonderfully at her sex, then abruptly released her hold, giving way to the sweetness of oblivion.

Giving her sister's throbbing cunt one last hasty kiss, Jeanne rose. She smiled down on the younger girl who writhed and moaned on the bed, then stepped across the room to a chest of drawers. Kelli gasped once again as she saw what the older girl extracted from the top drawer of the chest. She had seen them before, in the men's magazines Brett brought home, and had occasionally sneaked peeks at them amid the glass cases of adult book stores they had gone to. They carried the sterile name of "marital aid" on all the advertising she had seen. Commonly they were called dildos. And the one Jeanne was now strapping around her waist was at least nine inches long, and two inches thick. It was hard looking and complete with a red rubber head and rubber balls dangling beneath. Smiling lewdly to herself, the blonde-haired beauty stepped back to the bed and eased her sister's thighs open. She grasped the imitation cock with one hand and stepped between the inviting "Y" opened before her. Carefully guiding her rubberized prick into the target she sought, her hips jerking forward and burying most of the thick hose into her stepsister's cunt.

Still lost in the waves of pleasure that swirled through her body, the sudden plunging entrance of the dildo jolted Elaine. Her body twitched and her eyes jerked open with surprise. A startled "Ahhhhhh!" was wrenched from her lips. Then she relaxed and gazed lovingly up to the older girl standing above her. Leaning over the black-haired girl, Jeanne stretched her arms out and planted them to either side of her sister's head so that they supported the weight of her body. She lowered herself once, so that their lips met briefly. Elaine's hands reached up and once more busied themselves with the elongated cones of titflesh that now dangled sleekly from Jeanne's chest. The older girl moaned and her pelvis hunched forward slamming about an inch of the dildo into her companion's pussy. Raising her legs and resting her feet on the side of the bed, Elaine opened the angle of entry into her body. She moaned as the thickness slid deeper into her. It filled her with its hardness, stuffing her cunt to the brim.

Jeanne edged back, glancing down to watch the imitation prick she wore glide from the snatch it had impaled. Long and slick with young womanly lubricants, it came out. She paused only when the knob-like head of the device was still buried within the hole she was now fucking. Then, slowly this time, her hips inched forward, drilling the rubbery hardness into her sister. The younger girl groaned as she accepted the substitute prick that skewered her body. Her hands squeezed and kneaded their approval into the firm cones of tit she held. Her own pelvis arched slightly to help take in the thickness that slithered into her belly. Grinning with delight at the pleasure she fed inch by inch into the girl, Jeanne eased her hips outward once again, then moved them forward. Pleased with her role of a man-made man, her pelvis took up a steady in and out rhythm, a rhythm which Elaine's hips matched stroke for stroke, welcoming the invading length of dildo that reamed into the depths of her quick. Lovers once again, the two teenaged girls lost themselves in their lovemaking. Elaine groaned and moaned as her body was filled and packed with artificial cock. And Jeanne reveled in the sensations she ignited in her stepsisters body.

A movement to one side of the room diverted Kelli's gaze from the two young girls. The overly large brass knob to the door moved and the heavy wooden portal inched into the bedroom. A boyish face, surrounded by a reddish-blonde mop of shaggy hair, poked inquiringly inside: Ben! The youth's eyes widened to saucers as his gaze moved around the room, alighting on his two sisters so obviously involved in themselves and the pleasure of their youthful bodies. The surprised expression quickly faded from his face and was replaced by one of pleased amusement. He edged inside the bedroom and stood silently watching the feminine couple, completely unnoticed by either Elaine or Jeanne. Perplexed and somewhat annoyed by the boy's presence and possible interruption of her private session of voyeurism, Kelli intently eyed the intruder from behind the security of the one-way mirror, hoping he would leave as quietly as he had made his rude entrance into the room. But he didn't. Ben just stood there, grinning from ear to ear as he gazed at the alluring, writhing bodies so lustfully joined on the bed.

Kelli detected a definite increase in the labored rise and fall of the youth's muscular chest, which strained at the white fabric of his T-shirt as he sucked in his breath in deep gulps of arousal. But more notable was the growing bulge that filled the crotch of his jeans. There was no denying the testimony of his body. Ben was every bit as affected by the stepsisters' carnal activities as she was.

In a quick flurry of eager young arms, the boy reached down and grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and hastily wrenched it up and over his head. As he pulled the white cotton shirt off his arms and tossed it atop the chest of drawers, Kelli found herself gasping out loud to herself once again. Not the knotty, thick muscles of a football player or a weight lifter, but the long, graceful muscles of a young swimmer covered his body. She shivered as she watched the rippling strength that corded sensuously beneath the golden brown of his suntanned skin.

Kicking his loafers free from his feet, the youth's fingers dropped to the front of his jeans and made short work of the series of awkward buttons running down his fly, then skinned the denim pants down his legs. His thighs and calves and tight-looking ass were a perfect match for his athletic physique. And if there had been any doubt that Ben was a young man, rather than a boy, it was quickly dismissed from Kelli's mind, as his hands jerked his net-webbed briefs downward, revealing the rigid lance of his prick that stood thickly from a forest of flaming red hairs covering his groin. His peeping-Tom sister-in-law clutched her thin robe closer around her body, as she viewed the full size of his gargantuan eleven-inch penis hanging between his legs! Suddenly Kelli's whole body quaked with flaring arousal as the youth's intent pushed its way through her lust clouded mind. He was going to join his sisters entangled so wantonly on the bed! Stepping quickly to the same chest of drawers Jeanne had gone to for the dildo that was now strapped to her waist and reaming the tender, young pussy of her stepsister, Ben retrieved a blue jar of petroleum jelly from that same top drawer. Dipping two fingers into the jar, he extracted a thick glob of the heavy lubricant and smeared it over the jerking thickness of his prick, until it glistened beneath the room's overhead light. Smiling down at his handy work, he recapped the jar and replaced it in the drawer.

He moved barefoot across the room, stopping but a foot behind his own sister. Gazing down, he watched the rhythmic undulation of the girls' lovely young bodies, as they continued their lovemaking still completely unaware of the masculine eyes that watched from behind. Then he stepped forward, abruptly wrapping bit arms around his blonde-haired sister's slim shapely waist, pressing his body firmly against her in a strong hug. The young girl's hips abruptly ceased their steady in-out motion and she jerked upright, slamming the full length of the dildo around her waist into the vulnerable cunt of the dark-headed beauty beneath her. Both the girls, surprised for their own separate reasons, looked around in confusion and in shock from the separate sudden intrusions.

Kelli could see their worried looks quickly fade to ones of relief as they recognized the familiar body of their brother. Again the strange stirrings of lust flared violently within the young bride as she realized this incestuous scene had occurred before and on what appeared to be a fairly regular basis. Even more than before she felt the want and need to enter the bedroom behind her wall of one-way mirror and share the carnal pleasures of the three young bodies before her.

Ben's lips and hands had now gone to work delightfully caressing the sleek, creamy curves of his sister's nakedness. His mouth languidly kissed and nibbled along the gentle slope of the smoothness of her bare shoulders and the graceful arch of her long white neck. In an aroused response, the blonde's hips slowly rotated, rubbing the white, rounded cushions of her rear mounds against the swollen stalk of cock pressed to her ass. On the opposite side of her tempting young body, the thick shaft of man-made dildo moved in a slow-motion churning within the wet pinkness of her stepsister's skewered cunt. Elaine, in turn, moaned as she accepted the inciting gyrations of the girl's pelvis. Her eyes fluttered closed and her hands clutched tightly into the bedcovers beneath her naked body.

Unable to work his finger below the secure strap of the device Jeanne wore, the boy's hands drifted over the smoothness of her flat stomach in long, caressing circles, eventually creeping upward to the firm cones of tit that stood out proud and upturned from her chest. His palms cupped the tepid silkiness of her breasts. His fingers squeezed gently into the womanly luxury of her flesh, delighting as aroused moans worked up from the depths of her throat and pushed out over her writhing lips. Massaging and kneading the sleek, conical mounds, his fingers teased outward, tapping at the stiff buttons perched atop each of the tits. She quivered as the delicious excitement of his hands rushed through her body on a sizzling hotline to her loins. Her hips increased their provocative gyrations and received the lustful groaning of the girl impaled under her in approval.

As the boy's mouth found its way through the blonde cascade of his sister's hair to the sensitive lobe of her ear, his hands tightened their hold on her lovely young breasts. Kneading with an urgent firmness, his fingers worked roughly into the pliant mounds. He squeezed and rubbed over the firm cones, tweaking and taunting the hard nubbins of flesh that topped each of the cushion-like knolls like some sensual cherries. Jeanne's head rolled back on his shoulder, her full red lips writhing their pleasure under the dual stimulation of her body. She groaned and shuddered with each new volley of delights he ignited within her. Her hips moved in a quickened pace, whipping the rubber cock she wore around in the opened hole of the black-headed girl between whose thighs she stood. The youth's hands gave up their holds on her tits and moved to the rounded slopes of her white shoulders, gently pressing her forward. She followed the urgings of his palms and once more leaned over her stepsister, her arms extended before her for support. Elaine's hands again rose, fondling the manhandled, heated cones of tit that dangled above her.

Ben's hands, however, had slid around to Jeanne's temptingly upturned buttocks. His palms lovingly caressed the enticing smoothness of her plump, jutting asscheeks. She moaned, shivering as she wiggled the twin cushions into his hands. The increased rotation of her hips brought fresh groans of arousal from the stepsister she poled so thoroughly. In a quick back step, the boy dropped to his knees behind his sister. His head leaned forward and tenderly kissed the now pink-blushed rear mounds. Waves of excited gooseflesh rippled up and down the plane of the girl's back. She moaned and quivered. His hands then grasped each of the charming cheeks and slowly spread them. The deep, dark crease of the girl's ass widened, revealing the tiny pink, taut ring of her ass. Once again, his head moved in, homing on the dusky little target. Her supple young body jerked rigid with surprised pleasure as his lips softly brushed over her ass. She moaned and quaked with growing arousal, urging him to further probing. Again, he kissed the tight nodes of her ass, feeling her quiver and the pillows of ass become taut under his fingers. Her plump little butt pushed into his face, pressing the warmth of her rear around him. She groaned as his mouth flattened against her ass. Elaine's moans mingled with those of her stepsister's as she felt about an inch of the fire hose-sized dildo slither from the clutching channel of her belly. The younger girl's hips began a writhing, bunching motion, as she began to fuck herself on the device so deeply impaled within her body. The boy's tongue now joined his lips. Teasingly, he flicked the warm wetness of his oral digit over the hard little nodes of her ass. Her moans increased as the feathery tongue tip danced at the entrance of her ass. She wiggled and jerked, loving the feel of his mouth licking and taunting her. Thoroughly slackened with his saliva, the tight, puckered ring of muscle relaxed. Soothingly, he continued his oral ministrations, knowing that with each broad laving stroke he now used, the desire of his sister's body was flaming higher and higher. And with each swirling lap of his tongue, he opened the way for the ultimate purpose of his tantalizing foreplay.

Next, the inquiring tip of his tongue darted to the center of the now relaxed ring of muscle. He drilled into her ass, an action that elicited a fresh chorus of thrilled moans from both the young girls, as they responded to the separate probes that moved in their bodies. In and out, in cock-imitating fashion, the soft wetness of his tongue reamed its way into his sister's ass. He licked and laved within the velvet-like channel of her rear, wetting the path that would eventually accept the rigid, swollen shaft that throbbed at his loins; throbbed with the growing excitement of his lust. Around and around his tongue swirled, setting off thrills of sexual electricity that tingled along the open network of the girl's pleasure-heated nerves. In and out, he speared into her ass, eating at her ass and preparing her for him. The blonde's pelvis now moved in rhythm with the short quick strokes of the mouth at her ass. She helped his tongue fuck her ass. And at the same time, her hips and the thick dildo that was securely attached to them fucked the willing pussy of the black-haired young girl, voluptuously stretched out under her on the bed.

In his tongue drilled, taunting its warm way into the heat of her ass. And in turn, Jeanne's hips jerked forward, spearing the rubbery hose into Elaine's flayed slash of sex. The younger girl, in the chain reaction response, arched her hips upward to receive every inch she could get, while her hands squeezed into the firm sleekness of her stepsister's huge, elongated tits. For minutes they worked this way, as Kelli watched, her own arousal growing to near desperation. With increasing difficulty, their hidden sister-in-law hugged her robe to her, trying to keep her hand away from the wetness that flooded the throbbing channel of love between her thighs. Ben's face suddenly pulled away from his sister's ass. Giving each of the reddening rear cheeks one last quick kiss, he rose. His cock was a pole of hardened flesh, rigid and pulsating with its virile life. Its flowering knob-like head glistened with a mixture of clear lubricating jelly and precum.

He eased the spread cushions of Jeanne's ass further apart, as he stepped forward again. The jerking cockhead of his prick kissed at the brown ring his mouth had so marvelously prepared. She groaned, tensing at the intimate contact of their naked bodies. Patiently, he waited, whispering and soothingly working the dual mounds of her perky ass. Slowly, she relaxed again, nodding for him to proceed. Which is exactly what he did!

The gorged cockhead nudged at the taut ring of muscle. He pushed forward against the puckered mouth, gently increasing the pressure of his hips. In an abrupt motion, her ass relaxed and the blood-laden tip of his cock was swallowed up. He groaned as the quaking pleasure of her youthful tightness squeezed down around his cockhead. His hands gripped brutally into the flesh of her ass, as the exquisite vise of her sphincter muscles clamped down on the head of his prick. Heat, volcanic heat, seared over the sensitive, swollen spearhead. Her ass did another of its delightful little wiggles and he groaned again, as ball-aching sensations lashed through his groin.

He felt good, plugged into her that way, from behind. She shivered with the swollen feel of him. She liked it! And what's more, he knew she did! Forcing herself to think relax, the strained channel of her ass once more loosened and the invading thickness of his cock slithered deeply into the recesses of her bowels. Purposely this time, she clutched down on his fat rod, squeezing herself around its gorged circumference. Together they moaned, filled with the satisfaction of their joined bodies. Brother and sister locked together cock to ass. Marvelous! The volcanic heat of her ass burned with a delightful fire that devoured his total length. And smooth! She was smooth like velvet! A round velvet glove that was perfectly made for the thick roundness of his prick. Heat and velvet! The sensations were indescribable! There was a gratification all its own just in being entrenched with her bowels. A satisfaction of just standing there behind her with her soft rounded buttocks pressing to his crotch and the grasping tightness she held him in. The feeling was mutual. She could feel him like she could never feel him when he was drilled into her cunt. He was big! Bigger and thicker than anywhere else in her body! He filled her. He stuffed and packed her with hot, gorged cock. She could feel every small throb of his prick, pounding there as it was crammed deeply up her back. And then she relaxed.

She quaked as each thick inch slowly extracted itself from her ass. Like a tree trunk of flesh, it moved from her, leaving a hungry hollowness in its wake. Inch-by-slow-inch, he pulled from her. Inch-by-pulsating-inch, she moaned and ached for it. Then he was slicing back into her ass, filling and packing her to the brim once again. Hard and demanding, he drilled her. The tight, slick walls of her ass strained around the bigness that she accepted. Poling the full length of his sex into her ass, she felt the tickling nest of his pubic hairs nestling at the curves of her buttocks and the dangling sac of his testicles slapping lightly against her. The fiery heat flared through his pounding shaft as he pulled free once again. He moaned as the flames lashed along and around his cock. He groaned as he slid from the velvet-lined tunnel, his balls seething with their heavy load. He worked in a slow steady rhythm, letting her accustom herself to the swollen brand of his sex, allowing her body to prepare itself for the poling that she knew from past experiences would eventually come.

Taking up that slow, gentle pace of his cock, her hips rocked back and forth, much to the pleasure of the dark-haired stepsister who was still joined to the blonde via the dildo strapped to Jeanne's waist. The younger girl fell into the in and out sluicing of her quivering cunt. Her hips gently rose and fell to accept the thickness that slid into the depths of her hungry pussy, then lurched its way outward. Suddenly the youth plunged forward. The thick, blood-gorged length of his prod stabbed sharply between the sexy buttocks and speared deeply into his sister's ass. Jeanne's head jerked up, a disarray of blonde strands flying wildly. She grunted under the impact, her breath jarred free from her lungs. Her hands clawed into the bed as he shafted into her depths. But she took it! Took every unyielding inch of the hardened javelin of flesh he wedged into the tight socket of her ass. As did Elaine! The younger girl's eyes snapped opened as the thickness of the dildo slammed into the young harbor of her belly. Her lips writhed in pleasure as an excited hiss of wanton desire rushed from her lungs. Still holding the soft, trembling half-moons of her haunches spread before him, he abruptly jerked out, groaning under the searing heat that licked at his cock. His hips jumped forward again to plunge his rod further up the smoothness of her back channel. Again she took it!

He plowed into her fiery interior, burying his hugely swollen prick completely up her ass. His crotch slammed into her buttocks, jarring her and her dildo forward. Her hands clutched even harder into the bed, trying desperately to maintain her half-standing, half-leaning position above the girl under her. The fever of his desire built within him; an explosive force that drove him in and out of the gripping sheath in a violent piston-like action. In and out he lunged into the intensely tight hole of her rear channel, grinding himself into the volcanic recesses of her ass. Her body rocked as he reamed his way through her opened rear. Yet her hips worked in time with his. She bucked back and forth to accept the thorough fucking he was now giving her. She ached for the white-hot fire he seared into the depths of her bowels. She begged for the brutal, forceful shafting that slammed into her again and again. Beneath her, Elaine writhed and bucked. Her hot snatch was filled with the reaction poling of the dildo. Her urgency was growing as the thick hose of imitation cock sliced in and out of her young greedy body. Her thighs throbbed under the pounding impact of the dildo. For the second time that night, she came. Moaning and groaning as her hands brutally squeezed into the softness of the tits she clutched. Her body twisted and turned as she rose into the sensual oblivion of climax. And when she at last descended from the heights of her pleasure, new waves of sensations lashed through her loins as the continuing plummeting of the dildo ravaged in and out of her cunt. Unable, or even not willing to control herself, she soared again toward the threshold of orgasmic rapture. From behind, the youth's still hammering cock lunged in and out of the soft, smooth rectal channel of his sister's sexy ass. Like a rutting stag, he plunged his adamantine rod of pleasure into the squeezing confines of her ass. Groaning, he wrenched himself free and the marvelous heat of her bowels flared around his shaft, searing over the aching head of his cock. He thudded into her now, jarring her with each ravenous stroke of his plummeting penis. Over and over, he invaded her ass and she took it and loved it. She bucked and threw her hips back to him, no longer aware of the effects her violent actions were having on the girl she was fucking. She didn't care! All she cared for was the swollen brand of flesh that burned its way in and out of her rear.

She relished it. Worshipped it! Her whole body was alive with him. In and out, he speared into her and she felt the rush of mounting pleasure. Like growing waves behind a barricading sea wall, the increasing flood of sensations throbbed through the open nerve endings of her totally aware body. Out and in, her brother slammed home the hugely swollen length of his prick. And she took it into her depths, squeezing it tightly as she crammed her rear muscles around him. She was racked with explosive power as her hips jerked back and forth, helping him skewer her even more fully. It throbbed and seared. It sizzled with its heat. It burned and ached. In and out, out and in, he rammed and slammed into her. She came, crying out in urgent passion. Her body tensed as the whirlwinds of pleasure screamed and lashed. She moaned and writhed as she rushed head on into the welcoming arms of orgasmic oblivion. The snugness of her ass tightened even harder around him. She held him like a vise. He could feel her squeezing it out of him. His cum, hot and boiling, like liquid fire. He felt it spout up from his balls and burn its way through the already flaming length of his cock. He groaned as the burning load leaped outward, searing over the ass-gripped cockhead of his shaft. He quaked as his muscles gave way to the soul-wrenching pleasure of release. Spurt after spurt of penned-up sexual cum blasted out from his balls. He coated the velvet-lined channel of her back with a new lining of hot, thick sperm and semen. He emptied himself into her with rope after rope of cum. Then clung to her, his arms wrapped around her waist for support. And below the quivering, gratefully locked together bodies of the brother and sister, a forgotten black-haired stepsister writhed and twisted, lost in the fourth climax that had racked her body that evening.

Drained and exhausted, the brother, sister and stepsister fell to the bed in a writhing pile of young, desirable flesh. They kissed each other gratefully, paying little mind to who they kissed, or to what sex their partner was. Gently, with caressing tenderness, their hands moved lovingly over the nakedness of their three bodies, exploring and probing. All this occurred while their new sister-in-law watched from the other side of the one-way mirror opening into their bedroom. More than somewhat amazed by the threesome's complete sexual abandon, Kelli watched, still unable to draw her eyes away from the sexy scene that she knew she would be sharing in, had it not been for that less than an inch thickness of glass that kept her from them. Her body ached to feel Ben's young cock or Jeanne's mouth. She would have been more than grateful for Elaine's expertly fondling fingers or even the thickness of the dildo still strapped to Jeanne's waist.

In the past she had wondered about sex with another woman. Now she knew. She knew that if the chance presented itself, she would enter the arms of another woman with the aroused feelings that were now flooding her body. She felt no shame at the self-admission. Her body was too laden with the lust the youthful threesome had flamed within her. She wanted sex. She wanted to be taken and used. She wanted the desires that washed through her loins to be released and set free. Two hands, coming from behind her, suddenly grasped the heaving globes of her robe-covered breasts! She gasped and jerked upright, startled by the fondling palms that lasciviously rolled the veiled mounds of her tits.

"Brett?" she gasped again, hoping and wishing for the familiar sound of her husband's voice.

"Yes," he whispered.

Relief coursed through her body. Despite her embarrassment at having been caught window peeking, she leaned back resting in his arms. He felt good. Even with his startling method of announcing himself, she was glad he had followed her from their room and down the secret passage way. She needed him. She needed him to take her!

"Why did you scare me like that?" she moaned-whispered, her eyes closing as his hands worked their magic on her breasts.

His lips lightly kissed the exposed nape of her neck, then moved his tongue to her ear, flicking over the tempting morsel of her lobe, "I was watching too."

She moaned, long and low. This is what she wanted and needed. Right here in this dim lit alcove. No waiting to walk back down the passage to their room and the over-sized bed that waited. She wanted him now and he knew it. And from the thick bulge that strained at the front of his jeans and pressed at her buttocks, she knew he wanted the same thing. Light and teasing his tongue darted over her ear, sending shivering thrills of delight through her. She moaned again and snuggled back into the arms of her husband, worshipping the secure feel of his body. This was the real thing. Ben, Jeanne and Elaine had been real too, but not like this! This she could touch! This mouth was there taunting at her ear. And these hands were on her breasts, actually fondling her with their gently massaging fingers. New shivery sensations shot through her body as she felt the silken smoothness of her robe slowly part and slide over the firm globes of her breasts, rubbing delightfully at the stiff aching hardness of her nipples.

Her eyes fluttered open for a brief second, just enough to glimpse into the bedroom and see Jeanne and Elaine busily using their hands to bring Ben's cock back to its full manly size. Then she closed her eyes again and lost herself in the marvelous tingling sensations that filled her as his hands cupped beneath her bared breasts. Softly manipulating, his hands drifted around the under curves of her pink tits, as if feeling out their true proportions. It was a gentle massage that eventually worked around the broad circumferences of the fleshy mounds. The feel of his hands on her body was exquisite. Fresh waves of deliciously tingling thrills suffused from her breasts throughout her whole body. Moaning softly, she snuggled back even more, resting in the arms that surrounded her. In a barely brushing movement, his palms circled the bountiful bulges of her tits. Slowly, ever so slowly in a taunting, teasing fashion, he worked. Upward and around his hands spiraled, his skin lightly kissing the summery heat that radiated from the gentle curves of her flesh. Again she wiggled back, her breath hissing under the tantalizing manipulations. Her chest heaved as her breathing became labored and aroused. Then his palms were hovering over the coral buds of her nipples. She could feel the warmth soothingly suffusing from his hands and mingling with her own sexual heat. He brushed cajolingly over the erect, rubbery points of flesh, his mouth dropping to her neck as she groaned with mounting excitement.

There was nothing abrupt about his movements. Everything was natural and flowed together. His hands closed over her breasts and lovingly squeezed into their pliant firmness, eliciting even more moany little sounds of pleasure from her lips.

Gently he kneaded, molding her flesh under his wonderfully exciting fingers. She had never doubted that he knew her body and how to give her what she wanted and needed. But this was fantastic. A slowly building explosion inched higher and higher in her willing and ready body. With more pressure now, his hands kneaded into the fleshy globes of her tits. He squeezed and rolled their billowy shapes against her chest, then pressed them down into her so that their roundness flat out from under his palms. He wasn't rushing her or himself. His fingers maneuvered their way back along the sleek, sloping path to her nipples. Gently, he tapped the erect tips and again a sharp inhaling hiss of aroused pleasure came from her lips, filling the small alcove. Around and around, the tantalizing digits circled the hardened buds of flesh, creating all sorts of fantastic sexual friction that burned, ached, throbbed and aroused all in the same instant. His fingers scissored around the taut buttons, their pinkness glowing red with desire. His all-knowing hands moved away from her breasts and drifted with titillating determination down over the quivering flatness of her belly. She groaned now, pushing herself harder against his supporting body, wiggling her flaring curved buttocks against the swollen bulge in his pants, tempting him, urging him, luring his fingers even further downward.

She sucked her breath in a sharp, deep hiss of excitement, when his fingertips finally brushed into the silky, curling triangle of her pubic moss. Slowly he weaved lower, his finger finding the moist cleft of her loins and running down the dipping slit. Up and down the lubricious lips of her sex his inciting digit glided, but refused to slide into the pulsing slash of her cunt. He teased her, taunted her, toyed with her body, until her pelvis moved in a slow motion gyration to match his playful touch. Then and only then, did he wiggle his finger up into her pussy. She groaned, pressing herself closely to him. She accepted the tickling probing of his finger for what it was meant to be - an exciting appetizer to the main course that would soon come.

She was wet inside. She could feel the sexual juices that flooded the heated hole of her sex and she could hear the wet sounds his finger made as it slowly pumped in and out of her. Like a small cock, he worked his delving digit into her pussy and she loved it. She relished each dipping, twirling motion he made. She trembled as his finger crammed into her cunt at an ever increasing pace. He twisted and turned, then slipped another finger into her pussy, packing her that much fuller. She groaned and ground her pelvis down on the double digital impalement of her sex. Then there was another finger, tauntingly gliding along the moist crease of her labia. It dipped between the plump pouted outer lips and inquisitively tapped at the extending nubbin of her clit. There was no moan this time. She groaned, long and low and filled with the growing desperation of her desire. Taunting playfully, his fingertips caressed the excited bud of pleasure as his two other fingers fucked their way in and out of her juice-filled cunt. He rolled the delicate bud and circled it. He fondled and fingered it until her groans filled the room and she was afraid that her whimpers would finally bring the attention of the three youths still involved in their sexual romp in the bedroom.

"Please," she groaned. "I need you. Please I need this!"

Her hand reached behind her and clamped onto the still covered length of her husband's cock. He grunted and drove his fingers hard up into her hot pussy, increasing the driving strokes of their fucking motion.

"Please!" she pleaded. "I want your cock. I want you to fuck me!" Abruptly he pulled his hands away from her wanton sex, his fingers sucking wetly from her body. His mouth returned to her ear, kissing her once more, gently.

"Lean over," he whispered in a deep, husky voice, that spoke of his own arousal.

Doing as he directed, she leaned over, using her hands to support herself on the window ledge-like frame that surrounded the one-way mirror. The position gave her a clear view of the activities in the other room. Elaine was now getting her share of her stepbrother's cock, a whole face full, as it were. Her young lips were firmly wrapped around the fat stalk of his prick as she lay on her stomach, her face buried in the bright redness of his pubic hairs. The young, black-haired girl's cheek hollowed deeply as her head moved up and down on the rigid manly rod. Ben's mouth was far more inactive. His pink, glistening tongue was lapping vigorously through the sandy blonde hairs that brushed over his sister's cunt. Kelli could see him lapping up and swallowing the glistening juices that flowed from the pink lips, then spear his tongue into the waiting pussy. She couldn't see Jeanne's face because the blonde-headed girl once more had her head buried between Elaine's creamy thighs. Their young, willing bodies formed a triangle - a love triangle, Kelli couldn't help but think as she stood, positioned for her husband and the cock she desperately wanted and needed.

From behind her, she heard the curt sound of Brett's zipper and the rustle of his jeans as he pulled them from his legs. There was the padded sound of bare feet and then the hardness of his prick pushing against one of the round curves of her buttocks. She felt his hands reach down and lift the veiling bottom of her robe and fold it over her back so that hung above her hips, exposing the half-moons of her ass. The air felt cool and stimulating on her heated body. Then his hands were on her again. Palms on her inner thighs opened her legs wider, then he tickled another finger into her cunt for a few quick strokes that only fed the flames of anticipation swirling within her loins. She felt the naked warmth of his crotch as it pressed into her upturned buttocks and the tickling forest of his pubic hairs. She groaned as the fat pole of his prick throbbed against the waiting lips of her cunt. His hips moved back and forth, gliding the length over the wanton crease of her labia, taunting her even further. His hand was between her spread thighs again. She felt his fingers close around his cock and the tip of his thumb spread the lips of her pussy as a guide for the pulsating, wet target he sought. His hips lurched! She groaned deeply under the full-powered impalement of his sex. Then she cried out in a startled, whimpering gasp! This isn't Brett! His pelvis snapped briskly into the perky upturned slopes of her buttocks. This isn't my husband!

Big, bigger than her husband's cock, fatter at least, the man behind her lunged the full length of his prick into the humid folds of her cunt. Who is it! What's happening to me! The realization that the man behind her, the man that was now balls-deep in her womb, wasn't her husband racked her mind. His arms wrapped around her waist and his hips snapped forward burying more of the hardness of his shaft within her belly.

"Ohhhh!" she heard herself moan, embarrassed and ashamed of her wanton lust.

She moaned again as the fatness