She relished it. Worshipped it! Her whole body was alive with him. In and out, he speared into her and she felt the rush of mounting pleasure. Like growing waves behind a barricading sea wall, the increasing flood of sensations throbbed through the open nerve endings of her totally aware body.
Out and in, her brother slammed home the hugely swollen length of his prick. And she took it into her depths, squeezing it tightly as she crammed her rear muscles around him.
She was racked with explosive power as her hips jerked back and forth, helping him skewer her even more fully. It throbbed and seared. It sizzled with its heat. It burned and ached. In and out, out and in, he rammed and slammed into her.
She came, crying out in urgent passion. Her body tensed as the whirlwinds of pleasure screamed and lashed. She moaned and writhed as she rushed head on into the welcoming arms of orgasmic oblivion.
The snugness of her asshole tightened even harder around him. She held him like a vise. He could feel her squeezing it out of him. His come, hot and boiling, like liquid fire. He felt it spout up from his balls and burn its way through the already flaming length of his cock. He groaned as the burning load leaped outward, searing over the assgripped crown of his shaft. He quaked as his muscles gave way to the soul-wrenching pleasure of release.
Spurt after spurt of penned-up sexual cream blasted out from his balls.
He coated the velvet-lined channel of her back with a new lining of hot, thick sperm and semen. He emptied himself into her with glush after glush of come. Then clung to her, his arms wrapped around her waist for support.
And below the quivering, gratefully locked together bodies of the brother and sister, a forgotten black-haired stepsister writhed and twisted, lost in the fourth climax that had racked her body that evening.
Chapter 6
Drained and exhausted, the brother, sister and stepsister fell to the bed in a writhing pile of young, desirable flesh. They kissed each other gratefully, paying little mind to who they kissed, or to what sex their partner was. Gently, with caressing tenderness, their hands moved lovingly over the nakedness of their three bodies, exploring and probing.
All this occurred while their new sister-in-law watched from the other side of the one-way mirror opening into their bedroom.
More than somewhat amazed by the threesome's complete sexual abandon, Diana watched, still unable to draw her eyes away from the sexy scene that she knew she would be sharing in, had it not been for that less than an inch thickness of glass that kept her from them. Her body ached to feel Bryan's young cock or Paula's mouth. She would have been more than grateful for Kate's expertly fondling fingers or even the thickness of the dildo still strapped to Paula's waist.
In the past she had wondered about sex with another woman. Now she knew. She knew that if the chance presented itself, she would enter the arms of another woman with the aroused feelings that were now flooding her body. She felt no shame at the self-admission. Her body was too laden with the lust the youthful threesome had flamed within her. She wanted sex. She wanted to be taken and used. She wanted the desires that washed through her loins to be released and set free.
Two hands, coming from behind her, suddenly grasped the heaving globes of her robe-covered breasts!
She gasped and jerked upright, startled by the fondling palms that lasciviously rolled the veiled mounds of her tits.
"Michael?" she gasped again, hoping and wishing for the familiar sound of her husband's voice.
"Yes," he whispered.
Relief coursed through her body. Despite her embarrassment at having been caught window peeking, she leaned back resting in his arms. He felt good. Even with his startling method of announcing himself, she was glad he had followed her from their room and down the secret passage way. She needed him. She needed him to take her!
"Why did you scare me like that?" she moaned-whispered, her eyes closing as his hands worked their magic on her breasts.
His lips lightly kissed the exposed nape of her neck, then moved his tongue to her ear, flicking over the tempting morsel of her lobe, "I was watching too."
She moaned, long and low. This is what she wanted and needed. Right here in this dim lit alcove. No waiting to walk back down the passage to their room and the over-sized bed that waited. She wanted him now and he knew it. And from the thick bulge that strained at the front of his jeans and pressed at her buttocks, she knew he wanted the same thing.
Light and teasing his tongue darted over her ear, sending shivering thrills of delight through her. She moaned again and snuggled back into the arms of her husband, worshipping the secure feel of his body. This was the real thing. Bryan, Paula and Kate had been real too, but not like this! This she could touch! This mouth was there taunting at her ear. And these hands were on her breasts, actually fondling her with their gently massaging fingers.