James Elliott - A Bride For The Whole Family

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 glans 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 vagina. 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 thrusted 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 vagina. 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 come spurted from his testicles, coating and soaking the quaking folds of her vagina. 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, Diana tried to move away from the window into the girls' bedroom, but she couldn't. Paula's and Kate'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.

Paula, removing Kate'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 Diana!

She had been discovered!

Diana's heart missed several beats. No better than a common window peeker, 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 teen-age 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.