A Bride For The Whole Family(25)

Taunting playfully, his fingertips caressed the excited bud of pleasure as his two other fingers fucked their way in and out of her juicefilled cunt. He rolled the delicate bud and circled it. He fondled and fingered it until her groans filled the room and she was afraid that her whimpers would finally bring the attention of the three youths still involved in their sexual romp in the bedroom.

"Please," she groaned. "I need you. Please I need this!"

Her hand reached behind her and clamped onto the still covered length of her husband's cock. He grunted and drove his fingers hard up into her hot pussy, increasing the driving strokes of their fucking motion.

"Please!" she pleaded. "I want your cock. I want you to fuck me!"

Abruptly he pulled his hands away from her wanton sex, his fingers sucking wetly from her body. His mouth returned to her ear, kissing her once more, gently.

"Lean over," he whispered in a deep, husky voice, that spoke of his own arousal.

Doing as he directed, she leaned over, using her hands to support herself on the window ledge-like frame that surrounded the one-way mirror. The position gave her a clear view of the activities in the other room.

Kate was now getting her share of her stepbrother's cock, a whole face full, as it were. Her young lips were firmly wrapped around the fat stalk of his manhood as she lay on her stomach, her face buried in the bright redness of his pubic hairs. The young, black-haired girl's cheek hollowed deeply as her head moved up and down on the rigid manly rod.

Bryan's mouth was far more inactive. His pink, glistening tongue was lapping vigorously through the sandy blonde hairs that brushed over his sister's cunt. Diana could see him lapping up and swallowing the glistening juices that flowed from the pink lips, then spear his tongue into the waiting pussy.

She couldn't see Paula's face because the blonde-headed girl once more had her head buried between Kate's creamy thighs.

Their young, willing bodies formed a triangle-a love triangle, Diana couldn't help but think as she stood, positioned for her husband and the cock she desperately wanted and needed.

From behind her, she heard the curt sound of Michael's zipper and the rustle of his jeans as he pulled them from his legs. There was the padded sound of bare feet and then the hardness of his prick pushing against one of the round curves of her buttocks.

She felt his hands reach down and lift the veiling bottom of her robe and fold it over her back so that hung above her hips, exposing the half-moons of her ass. The air felt cool and stimulating on her heated body.

Then his hands were on her again. Palms on her inner thighs opened her legs wider, then he tickled another finger into her cunt for a few quick strokes that only fed the flames of anticipation swirling within her loins.

She felt the naked warmth of his crotch as it pressed into her upturned buttocks and the tickling forest of his pubic hairs. She groaned as the fat pole of his prick throbbed against the waiting lips of her cunt.

His hips moved back and forth, gliding the length over the wanton crease of her labia, taunting her even further.

His hand was between her spread thighs again. She felt his fingers close around his cock and the tip of his thumb spread the lips of her pussy as a guide for the pulsating, wet target he sought.

His hips lurched!

She groaned deeply under the full-powered impalement of his sex.

Then she cried out in a startled, whimpering gasp!

This isn't Michael!

His pelvis snapped briskly into the perky uptilted slopes of her buttocks.

This isn't my husband!

Big, bigger than her husband's cock, fatter at least, the man behind her lunged the full length of his prick into the humid folds of her cunt.

Who is it! What's happening to me!

The realization that the man behind her, the man that was now cock-deep in the wanton hole of her sex, wasn't her husband racked her mind. His arms wrapped around her waist and his hips snapped forward burying more of the hardness of his shaft within her belly.

"Ohhhh!" she heard herself moan, embarrassed and ashamed of her wanton lust.

She moaned again as the fatness of his prick eased back a bit, slithering out of the juice-filled channel of her vagina. Then his pelvis jerked forward, sinking his length into the liquid warmth of her pussy.

Scream, she thought, but the most her mouth could manage was an incoherent, "Ahhhggghhh!"

What's happening to me? she shouted to herself. Some man…some stranger is raping you, and you can't even call for help!

No! she answered herself, I can't call for help. I couldn't face Michael and tell him how all this happened!

"Ahhhhhhh!" she groaned, as the thickness that was packed into her once more eased out, then drove back into her body.

You dont want to scream for help! she continued the mental conflict that raged in her brain. You want it! You want to be raped!