Jerry Hull - Sister rope lust

After that, the party started to break up. Everyone promised to meet again in two days, and one by one the guests left and went their separate ways.

Bobbi quickly tidied up the living room.

"I'm glad they left early," she said, pulling a chair over to the room divider and standing on it.

"Why?" Teddy asked.

"Because I wanted to go ahead and develop this film tonight."

She brought down the camera, disconnecting the proper wires.

"You'll be up all night."

"Not if I get started right away."

Bobbi had a complete darkroom in her basement. Teddy had never taken much interest in photography, but he usually liked to watch his sister at work. Tonight, however, he felt extra tired.

"Show them to me when they're developed, okay?"

"Sure thing," Bobbi promised. "I think we'll be seeing a lot of them. That is, when we can get Mom and Dad out of the house."

"When are they due back?"

"Six days."

"And the play's in three."

"And another party in two."

Teddy yawned and started toward the staircase. Bobbi stood and admired the graceful muscularity of her twin. She had to admit, they were a good-looking pair. It was nice, too, that they shared so many of the same interests.

The girl carried the camera to the basement. She worked nude, feeling slightly chilly. At three in the morning, she began to look at some of the film frames by holding them over a light table.

She warmed up in a hurry!

Bobbi and Teddy finished watching the movies. In the second party, there had been enough film to show Marcie's entire seduction, which the twins were glad about. The films of their third orgy, the night before, hadn't turned out quite as well, although Jeanine and Wanda had attended. It was discovered that they had both lost their virginity months before to their brother, and no delicious deflowering was possible.

"Hey!" Teddy said, looking at his watch. "Do you know how late it is?"

Bobbi was rewinding the reel. "How late?"

"Like we're supposed to be at school for our makeup in fifteen minutes!"

"My God! The play!"

She'd been so fascinated by the outcome of her secret movies that she'd almost forgotten that this was the night when they showed the results of their long weeks of rehearsals.

Bobbi and Teddy grabbed their guitars and left the house in a matter of minutes.

"I'll leave the movie stuff out. Nobody'll be here," Bobbi said as she locked the front door and hurried down the drive.

Phyllis Fields unlocked the front door. Mike followed behind her, carrying their luggage.

"My, the living room's a mess!" she said. "The twins have been watching movies!"

Mike dropped the bags. He went immediately to the kitchen and mixed a couple of drinks. It had been a long, hard drive home.

Phyllis was looking idly through the film reels.

"It's a shame the traffic was so heavy," Mike said. "We could have seen the play."

"Yes," Phyllis said. "That would have been nice."

"Want to try to catch the last hour?"

"I don't think so, dear. Since we aren't even expected back, it might throw the twins terribly to see us suddenly show up. I'd rather not run the risk."

"What films are these?" Mike Fields asked. "They aren't labeled."

"Maybe some of Bobbi's."

"I don't think so. Bobbi hasn't had any occasions to take movies lately. I got it! The reel of the beach, our vacation pictures, remember? Remember those college girls in bikinis?"

Phyllis laughed and took a gulp of her drink. "You're so horny all the time, darling."

Mike put his drink down and crossed the room. He put his arms around her and hugged her tightly to him. He was a muscular, strong man, and his embrace always made Phyllis's knees go weak. Fourteen years of marriage had seemed only to increase their physical need for one another. They were one of the best-looking married couples in the community, and they knew it. It amused them at times when members of the opposite sex flirted with one or the other of them. And yet, even though they both pretended that they'd never be interested in experimenting with extra-marital relationships, they each had a secret longing to try it once.

"I'm especially horny when I've been sitting on a hot car seat all day," he said, running his hand up under her skirt and shoving his fingers into her crotch. "You feel pretty warm down there yourself."

Her crotch almost collapsed on his hand. Her legs were turning to rubber. They hadn't fucked for three nights, because of her fathers sudden turn for the better and their decision to cut their trip short, and they were ready now to have a good, long, slow one.

Mike Fields began to strip. He was out of his coat, his shirt and trousers before Phyllis got her shoes off.

"Let me help you," he said, walking up behind his wife and unbuttoning her blouse. His hands reached around and cupped the lovely breasts, always such a wonderful handful each. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples and found them hard already. Yes, she was set to go! Phyllis didn't wear bras any more often than she had to. When she knew she'd be spending the evening alone with her husband, she never wore them. And sometimes she skipped the panties too.

He unzipped the side of her skirt and let the material drop to the floor. Her panties were black and sheer, and the nylon crotch was wet when he touched it. It also throbbed.

She sighed and leaned her head back against his chest.

"I wonder how our angels did in the show tonight?"

"Will you stop worrying? Whatever Bobbi and Teddy decide to do, they always go about it like real pros!"

She reached back and grabbed the huge bulge in the front of his jockey shorts.

"You didn't take your underwear off," she murmured.

"I'll let you do that, sweetheart. I know you like to strip me as much as I like to strip you!"

“Good god," she said. "Gant I have any secrets?" He laughed and shoved her down on the sofa. He began to kiss and suck on her breasts. She felt her pussy turn to fire!

"Owwwww, darling,! What are you doing to me?"

She looped her fingers under the tops of his shorts and pulled them down over his ass. He let her take them all the way off. Then, while he trailed his mouth down her belly, he slipped her black nylon panties down and over her smooth, white thighs.

"Ummmmmm, " he murmured, burying his mouth and nose in her crotch. "You sure got a hot box tonight, lady."

"Owwww, darling, maybe you'd better fuck me now!"

"Hey!"

"What?"

"Let's put those beach pictures on. I can girl-watch and you can boy-watch while we're fucking!"

Mike always had novels things to suggest when they made love. It was one of the things that made their marriage so exciting.

"Anything you want, darling."

He quickly got up-and turned off the lights in the room. The reel on the projector had been rewound and was ready to roll. He switched on the machine and crawled over his wife. The first flickers of the lead-in were flashing across their bodies when he inserted the head of his large cock between the throbbing lips of her vagina. Slowly, he sank home.

"Look, the picture's coming on," Phyllis said.

"It's our living room," Mike said. "Our bearskin rug! What the hell, "

"Bobbi must have had a party. Let's see." He watched with her, sawing in and out of her pussy lazily.

A beautiful brunette woman with large breasts walked to the center of the room. She was completely nude, and she reclined on the bearskin, her thighs parted and her dark pussy opened up in heat. The camera was hand-held and it occasionally zoomed in for closeups of the most private parts of her body.

"I don't know who's been using our house!" Phyllis cried. "Bobbi certainly doesn't film nudes!"

"Hush!" her husband said. "This is a sound film. Let's see if we can hear anything?"