Willie Maiket - Her Secret Sex Life

Rachel twisted over onto her back, then rolled over onto the other side, but Heather seized her by the shoulders and forced her down on her back, then knelt on her belly, drawing a strangled cry of pain from her mature victim. "Pinch her nose shut with one hand, Timmy, she'll have to swallow," she exhorted her brother as she continued to grip Rachel's slim wrists.

Frantic with shame and despair, her eyes glassy and bulging, Rachel Woodling twisted her face to one side and compressed her mouth with all her strength. But young Timothy applied left thumb and forefinger to her sensuous nostrils, pinching them cruelly shut, as with his other thumb and forefinger he readied the two red pills to drop into her mouth the moment she should be forced to breathe.

Rachel Woodling groaned, then arched her belly upwards, kicking out desperately with her long svelte legs, till the tattered pajama pants were disengaged and fluttered to the floor. Her eyes glassy and hugely dilated, she fought against this final outrage, but at last her mouth opened and young Timothy promptly dropped in the two pills and then clamped his palm over her instantly closing mouth before she could expel them. Now, his other hand fondling her panting throat, be crooned: "C'mon, Mummy, swallow them down like a good bitch, you'll feel lots better for your fuck, c'mon, Mummy gal!"

With a strangled gasp, Rachel found that she could not halt the pills and felt them descend, and then a bitter, annihilating agony took hold of her. She turned her face to one side and closed her eyes, almost abandoning herself. Tears edged from under her fluttering lids, and her magnificent naked breasts rose and fell in violent agitation at the knowledge that she was utterly at their mercy.

"Give her a couple of minutes to let the pills take hold, and she'll be back in slumber land, and then you can really ride her saddle, Timmy," Heather sibilantly exulted. "But first, I'm going to get her sexy for you, little brother. Don't say your big sister never helped you out, just remember!"

With this, the voluptuous young redhead felinely crouched at Rachel's right side, nodding to her brother to hold the victim's wrists. As he did so, his glittering eyes laving the swelling pears of his stepmother's naked bosom, Heather maneuvered herself atop Rachel, her hands gripping the brunette's hips, and lasciviously began to rub the tip of her pert pink tongue over the satiny olive-sheened waist, just below Rachel's shuddering bosom.

"Ohhh-G-God-oh no-don't do this to me-it's shameful-it's cowardly-why do you hate me so, rm not going to take him away from you, truly I'm not- oh please, H-Heather, don't-don't let your brother see you and me this way-oh no-aahhh-oh my God-"

Her voice was hoarse, interspersed sobs and gasps, because she had not yet fully recovered from her torpor, and now the double dose of sleeping pills had begun its insidious effect. Even though she writhed and twisted, her movements were jerky and uncoordinated, lacking strength and purpose. Her eyes stared, blurred not only by her tears but also by shadows that were beginning to close in upon her again. And now, Heather, her fingernails gouging into Rachel's naked hips, was licking Rachel's belly, prodding her tongue into the soft hollow of the navel, flicking and rasping it in the most cajoling, salacious manner.

"Mmmmm, you taste good, Mummy!" the redhead purred, glancing up to grin at the half-conscious naked victim. "Don't go to sleep just yet, you'll miss all the fun. I want you to know what's happening even though you can't do a damn thing about it, bitch. But you're a hot piece, I'll give you that. I can feel your very skin crawling, and you just wait till I get down to where it tickles the most, Mummy!"

With this, Heather again bowed her head, moving slightly down as she maintained her crouching, possessive hold over the naked, helpless brunette. Now her tongue glided over the lower abdomen, where the soft black growth of the thick, verdant pubis began, while young Timothy watched fascinatedly, his lips parted, his chest heaving, and his penis frenzied in its swollen erection.

"Hold her tight, now, Timmy boy," his sister hissed, "because she's going to get awfully squirmy in a jiffy!" So saying, she bowed her head again and this time her tongue flicked over the twitching pink lips of Rachel Woodling's vulva.

The victim's naked body arched and writhed, her free leg kicking up into the air, then the heel digging into and scuffing the rumpled bed. Rachel's face turned from side to side, her nostrils flaring and shrinking, her mouth gaping in panting little whimpering cries. Heather glanced up triumphantly, scanning the effect of her obscene homage to her stepmother's nakedness. And then again she dipped her head, and this time her lips fastened in a sucking, prolonged, moist kiss full against the helplessly offered mount of Venus.

"Jeez! I'm going nuts here, Heather, lemme at her!" the blond youth groaned as he followed this perverse wooing.

"Just hold your gism back a bit, little brother," Heather jeered as she looked up and made a face at him; "I'm just getting her cunt nice and juicy and oiled for that rod of yours. I've got an interest in this myself, you know. You've been bragging what a cock-smith you are even though you're cherry, and now I want to see for myself what that cock of yours can do once it gets inside a real live snatch!"

And once again she bent her head and applied a prolonged, noisy smacking kiss to Rachel Woodling's quivering, palpitating vulva.

As she ended it, she slyly prodded her tongue tip against the victim's clitoris, and even though by this time Rachel Woodling's body was already lax with oncoming sleep, the convulsive jerking spasm which made her writhe fitfully and utter a feeble cry attested to the degree of sexual arousal to which Heather had so cynically and maliciously brought her detested stepmother.

"I think that'll just about do it, Timmy. Now then, you get on top of her and stick it into her cunt, and I'll get the camera and then you'll really have a stag movie to show your pals!" Heather straightened, crawled back towards her brother and gripped the slim wrists which the blond adolescent eagerly relinquished. Mad with rut by this time, he flung himself atop his stepmother, kneeing apart her feebly struggling thighs, his hands clutching her panting naked breasts, as he felt the tip of his penis enter the moist, palpitating lips of her womanhood. Heather, kneeling up, hands on her thighs, her eyes blazing, peered down at her brother to assure herself that the cohesion was being made.

"Ohh-d-don't-oh please, T-Timmy-this is awful of you-let me be-Heather, pl-please make him stop this-it's so wrong-" Rachel moaned. She had turned her face to one side, and her eyelids seemed weighted down with lead as the soporific began to filter through her nervous system, already lulled by her half drowsy state at the time of this assault. Her hands pushed feebly at the boy's shoulders, and the youth hissed his exultance: "Gawd, but it's real good, Heather! Hurry up and take those movies, I want to play them over again and watch myself fucking Mummy!"

"Right away, little brother," his red-haired sister sibilantly agreed as she got down off the bed and hurried over to the movie camera, adjusted it, and then aimed it at the bed. "Now take your time, nice and easy, so I can get plenty of film. Don't lose it right off, the first time you've got that beat-up meat of yours inside a real honest-to-goodness cunt!"

"That's a bitchy thing to say to.your own brother," Timmy whiningly complained, glancing angrily back at his smirking sister. His hands gripped Rache's shoulders, and then he buried his face between her panting naked breasts. A wild tumult filled his wiry young body, besieged as it was by all the nuances of this physical unison; until this moment, for all his precocious knowledge, Timothy Woodling Jr. was a virgin. The warm satiny feel of his stepmother's flesh, the tight warm enclaspment of her vaginal walls against his swollen, aching penis, the wafting of her breath against his face, and the immensity of what he was doing all contrived to kindle a savage fire in his almost bursting young loins. He winced now, held himself back, lifted his tortured face as he fought the maddening urge to ejaculate.