Willie Maiket - Her Secret Sex Life

With a stifled oath, the youth hurried to the bathroom, while Heather, opening the drawer of the little table, took out a handful of Kleenex and, bending over the inert Rachel, began very gently though mockingly to sponge the stickied lips of her vulva. Then, her eyes blazing as she contemplated the rumpled open pajama tops, the smooth basin of Rachel's palpitating naked belly, the matted black curls of the pubis and the noticeably chafed-looking pink lips of her vulva, she swiftly doffed her nightie and flung herself down naked on the bed beside her stepmother. "Now it's my turn, Mummy," she crooned as her slim fingers began to caress and fondle Rachel Woodling's swelling naked bosom.

When the youth returned, he gasped in lecherous amazement to see Heather's sinuous, milky-white nakedness stretched out over Rachel Woodling's body, Heather's lush round buttocks tightening and rippling as she began lasciviously to grind her loins against her dormant victim's.

"Jeez, Heather!" he gasped hoarsely, "what a terrific shape you've got! Lemme fuck you, just this once, please, Sis!"

"You touch me, little brother, and I'll tell Dad and he'll cut your nuts off," the red-haired young woman viciously hissed without turning to look at him. "Just do what you have to do, take the camera and get all of this. I'm going to go down on Mummy till I come. And I'll bet I make her come, too. Go on now, you heard me!"

His fingers trembled as he retrieved the camera and stepped back, set it into motion, his eyes fixed on the white hillocks of his sister's squirming, weaving buttocks.

"That's the girl, Mummy," Heather murmured salaciously, her lips nuzzling first one dark, stiff nipple and then the other, "I'll bet you like this lots better. Women are always gentler with one another, aren't they, Mummy? Do you feel my little cunny saying hello to yours, Mummy darling? You bitch, come on, give it down to little Heather!"

Once again, excited by the sight and the sound of his sister's Lesbian conquest of his stepmother, the blond youth found himself in full erection. The camera shook in his trembling hands as he tried to steady it, his eyes glazed and enormous as they drank in the scene before him.

Writhing like a serpent, slithering her loins back and forth from side to side over Rachel's, Heather WoodIing performed the tribadistic ritual of Sappho with her beautiful naked stepmother. Her body shivered as her passion seethed, and now her mouth suckingly devoured Rachel's, her tongue thrusting past the lax soft moist lips to dig inside her stepmother's mouth as In a kind of penis-envy she achieved her own carnal possession of that exquisite, inert body on the bed.

Now, her right hand cupping and kneading Rachel's left breast, Heather slid her left hand under the brunette's hips, her forefinger questing for the sinuous cleft between the resilient warm buttocks. Finding it, she slyly prodded the puckering dainty lips of Rachel's anus, and then she began to quicken her grinding, frictional maneuver over Rachel's quivering loins.

"She feels me, I can tell, Timmy! Move up closer, get all this you can," she excitedly panted.

"Yeah, oh, Jeez, Heather!"

Heather's milky-sheened body writhed and jerked now in a turbulent frenzy as orgasm approached her. Heedless of her brother's lecherous stupefaction, she squirmed and ground and twisted and arched herself back and forth until suddenly with an inchoate cry, her body vibrated and threshed in the throes of climax.

A long moment later, in a drowsy, gloating voice, she murmured, "I needed that, little brother! And I've got a hunch that Mummy needed it, too. I could feel that itchy cunt of hers just about ready to give it all down, but I beat her to it. Come on now, let's go back to sleep. And hide that movie where nobody'll find it till we need it. We're going to have a little chat with Mummy about the facts of life, and it's going to pay off, you'll see!"

Rachel Woodling slowly sat up, blinking her eyes to clear them of the drowsiness she still felt. Through the venetian blinds, she could see the bright sun after the storm of the night before. Groggily, she slipped out of bed, walked unsteadily towards the bathroom and there filled the wash basin with cold water. Plunging her face into it, she gasped at the sudden revival. Then, holding onto the basin with both hands as she straightened, she saw her own face in the mirror and turned scarlet as she remembered what had taken place.

So much of it had seemed part of a dream in which she was wandering alone in a desolate canyon. But she could still recall Heather's vituperative words, and her flesh twitched at the recollection of what young Tim and his older sister had done to her until those pills had taken effect and plunged her back into an unresisting and insensate state.

Taking off her nightgown, she got under the shower and made it as cold as she could stand, then hastily toweled herself and, going to the closet, took off a hanger a freshly laundered peach-colored satin slip which she drew over her voluptuous body.

Just as she was turning back to her dresser, the door flung open and both Heather and young Tim stood there smirking at her.

"Good morning, Mummy. Or rather, I ought to say, good afternoon," the red-haired young woman drawled. "We looked In earlier, but you were still pounding your ear. Besides, you sort of earned a late sleep-in."

Rachel bit her lips and could not help blushing at the amused, cynical look of her amoral stepdaughter. "What-what do you want of me now, Heather?"

"Not much, really, Mummy." Again, Heather underlined that endearment with dripping sarcasm. "Just to tell you that we looked at the movies Tim and I took last night. Wow, they're really sexy, Rachel! I figure that you'd want a chance to pack and write Daddy a note that you're leaving him, rather than have us show them to him when he gets back home. By the way, he just talked to me on the phone and he'll probably be home in time for dinner. So you've got maybe six hours to make a clean break."

Rachel Woodling drew a deep breath, her arms at her sides, trying to ignore the lecherous grin of the blond boy lolling against the side of the door. "Look," she falteringly began, "let's be rational about this, please, Heather. I told you last night, I happen to be in love with your father. At least, give me a fighting chance to prove to you that he loves me, too. Is that asking too much?''

"Oh, sure, I know your kind," the redhead sneered, "You'll probably tell him what we did to you last night and make it look as if we're a couple of sex fiends. He'll get all sympathetic and give us hell, and then you'll figure you're safe."

"No-it-it won't be like that at all, I give you my word."

Heather stared suspiciously at her stepmother. "What's that supposed to mean?"

The tall brunette matron clenched her fists and drew another deep breath, her head high as she looked levelly back at her taunting young tormenters. "I mean, I'm not going to tell him anything. I-I think I can understand why you both hate me, and I'm not quite so prudish as you both may think."

"I'll say you're not, Rachel girl," young Tim snickered. "Boy, did you ever shake that gorgeous ass of yours when I started banging you!"

Heather was frowning now, glanced quickly at her brother and shook her head impatiently. "Can it, Tim! Now let's get this straight, Rachel. You mean to tell me you'd dare to show your face in this house after the way we treated you last night, and still make a play for Dad?"

"I don't have to make a play for your father, Heather. I'm his wife. I married him for better or for worse, and I'm going to try to make it better for all of us-if you'll only give me a chance."

"I don't get that at all," Heather's frown deepened. "Unless you're just a little kinky. Maybe that's it! Just maybe," she moved mockingly forward, till she stood inches away from the blushing mature brunette, "just maybe you got a real kick out of what we did to you, and maybe you'd like some more, him?"