Willie Maiket - Her Secret Sex Life

"I told you not to rush at her the way a bull does a cow, little brother," Heather sarcastically upbraided him. "If you expect me to make a really good stag production out of this, one that will keep Mummy from blabbing to Dad and chase her out of here in short order, you better concentrate on proving that you're as good a cocksmith as you've been boasting to me you are. Now get with It, I told you, nice and easy does it every time with a bitch-especially one like Rachel!"

"Yeah, yeah, I hear you, now shut up and let me hick Mummy!" the boy gasped. He shifted himself a little on her, feeling the merger of his pubic hairs with his stepmother's, and Rachel stirred under him, her face still twisted to one side, her eyes closed and only the fluttering of her eyelids attesting to her still conscious awareness of what was being done to her. Her hands had fallen back on to the bed now after the first instinctively protesting gesture. The drug was working swiftly now, and even the inexperienced youth sensed that her resistance was at an end.

"Damn but she's tight, Heather!" he panted, cautiously drawing back to the very brink of his stepmother's vulva. Then his hands glided down from her shoulders to the upsurging globes of her satiny naked breasts, clutching them possessively, his face twisted into a lewd grimace of lustful dominance. "Are you getting it all, Heather?"

"You attend to your fucking, I'll take the movie, little brother!"

"All right, all right, but quit being so snotty. It was your idea, and you know it, and I'm doing it for you, so quit giving me the needle every time!" the youth complained as he now slowly pushed himself back to the very hilt inside Rachel Woodling's quivering vaginal sheath.

Her lips moved slowly, and the words were faint, almost incoherent, as from a distance in the void:

"Ohhh… n-no… Timmy… you m-mustn't… please, Heather… I'm so sleepy… I love you both, don't you understand… why are you punishing me…Oh please don't… let me be…"

"Just listen to Mummy, isn't she a goody-goody type, though!" the red-haired young woman sneered as she squinted through the viewfinder, her lips moist and quivering in her own mounting excitement. "See if you can wake her up, go ahead and luck her good and hard, Timmy!"

"I sure as hell will!" the youth gasped. Squeezing his stepmother's rhythmically swelling naked breasts, he squirmed forward, pressing himself down tightly against her sprawled nakedness. Then his hands slipped down to her waist and under her buttocks, lifting her lax body to his, forcing himself to the very final inch of her virile young manhood deep within her core.

A dark, pacifying lassitude had taken possession of Rachel Woodling now. It was almost as if she were experiencing a dream within a dream, or as if her disembodied spirit were lurking within this room and watching her own helpless, naked body being manipulated and used. And yet between the spirit and the flesh there was, even in her torpor, a curiously sensate awareness. The lips of her vulva had begun to twitch and quake and even to moisten, and the muscles of her sleek thighs flexed and quivered voluptuously. The rhythm of her breathing had quickened slightly, and the exquisite buds of her nipples had darkened and stiffened as with tumescence. Too, the delicate wings of her nostrils had begun to flare slightly and then to shrink in the unmistakable reaction of sexual arousal To the inexperienced but ecstatic youth, the sensation of feeling what was like a fluttering of her vaginal walls against his imbedded penis was indescribably exciting. Fiercely, he had to grind his teeth again and stiffen his entire body to hold back the bubbling tide of ejaculatory essence. Once again immobilizing himself, he twisted his flushed face back to his sister: "Heather-is It okay to come inside of her-you know what I mean-I don't want to get her into any trouble-?"

"You stupid twerp, didn't I tell you she's on the pill? Sure you're going to come inside her cunt, isn't that what fucking's all about? Boy oh boy, I'm sure glad I never let you bang me, little brother. Of all the stupid creeps I ever saw, you really take the cake!"

"Aw, cut it out, willya" he groaned, turning back to contemplate his sprawled mature victim. He reveled in. the resilient elasticity of her naked buttocks to the clenching possession of his sinewy young fingers. As never before, all the wild erotic fantasies of his adolescence were crystallized into a cogent reality that surpassed the most outlandish lust-dream he had ever conjured. And the very enormity of his act was like a fiery aphrodisiac within his loins.

Heather moved forward slightly to get a better angle for a closeup, her face flushed and her eyes sparkling. She squeezed her supple thighs together, slyly rubbing them back and forth as she herself began to respond to the sensual aura of this midnight escapade. Timmy glanced round, his eyes glazed and wide, and the sight of his sister's own mouthwatering loveliness in the clinging yellow shortie nightie further whetted his shuddering rut. With a choking cry, he drew himself back, then lunged to the hilt inside his stepmother's warm tight sheath, his fingers convulsively digging into the smooth warm palpitating flesh of her lower buttocks as he thus announced the approach of his supreme moment.

"I'm fucking you, Mummy darling, do you feel me? That's right, Mummy, your own little son is screwing that sweet cunt of yours good-wake up and tell me how you like it, Mummy darling!" he mouthed as he quickened his thrusts.

Rachel's body quaked and shuddered under the stress of his digging, driving frictional usurpation. Her head slowly turned to the other side, her eyes still closed and the eyelids vaguely fluttering. Almost inaudible little moans escaped her slightly parted lips now. But the shuddering of her naked breasts and the darkened, flint-like surgings of her nipples bespoke the betrayal of her own healthy eager flesh… perhaps the more responsive because of her own deprivation since the disappointment of the honeymoon and the subsequent weeks of frustrating union with Timmy's father.

Heather, moving to the side of the bed now, observed these telltale signs and understood them as a woman: "You've got her all hot and worked now, little brother, go ahead and fuck hell out of Mummy!" she exhorted in a taut, shuddering voice.

He needed no encouragement now. An electrifying current of sexual desire swept through his wiry young body as he accelerated his pace, thrusting again and again and again to the very hilt within his stepmother's vaginal cavern, his fingers digging relentlessly into the inner edges of her lower buttocks, his mouth feasting now on one dark, stiff nipple as he readied himself for the last assault upon her beautiful, helpless, almost unconscious body.

And then with a hoarse bellow of untold rapture, his aching agony was released as with a final thrust, he glued himself to Rachel Woodling's nakedness, crushing her passive mouth under his, as he felt his essence shatteringly burst deep within her vitals, and lay panting and fulfilled upon her.

"Not too bad for your first fuck, little brother," Heather drawled. She set the camera down on the night table beside the bed. "Now get off and go to the bathroom while I sponge her off. I've got dibs on Mummy next. And you can make the movie."

Young Timmy Woodling withdrew himself with a sobbing groan and slow-slowly clambered off the bed, his organ limp and stickied. Seeing his sister's contemptuous eyes on his dwindled manhood, he had the good grace to blush and lower his eyes, then to mumble, "Aw, why do you have to treat me like a kid anymore? I'm a man now, you know damn well I am, Heather!"

"All right, little brother, if it will make you any happier, you're a man. But go wash yourself and hurry back. It's no treat for me to look at what you've got left now, you know," she sneered.