Tim Preston leant his head on the windowsill of his adobe house and stared at the rising sun. No-where else on earth does the sun create this effect he thought to himself as the rays began to illuminate the San Cristos Mountains surrounding the ancient city of Santa Fe, New Mexico, the colours are absolutely magnificent. Somehow or other I always feel as if I'm in ancient Greece, Tim thought to himself as he drank in the beauty of the morning sky, I almost expect to see Plato strolling up the hill surrounded by a group of golden curled boys, each carrying a book on his arm.
Life was very good to Tim Preston, it had only been three years since he had run away from the small Texas town he'd grown up in and yet he was now at the peak of his career as a sculptor, he had already had a very successful one-man show in Santa Fe and was acclaimed by his peers as the next Rodin. Indeed his female figures were anxiously sought now by most of the collectors in the area and his name was beginning to reach such far-sounding places as New York City, London and Paris. Tim knew that once he could get himself a show in New York City he would be made.
He thought now also of all the success with woman he had had since his artistic career had begun to soar, his latest conquest being the seductive English Lady that ran the gallery down town. She was in fact a Lady, Lady Jacqueline Marlsforth ... when Tim thought of her he felt his penis twitch in his pants, he could hardly wait for her to arrive, she was by far the hottest piece of goods he'd ever fucked and he was beginning to realize that the old stories about the cold-blooded English people was something of a fallacy. At least, the women are hot-blooded he grinned to himself.
He couldn't help but fantasize now about Lady J, as she was often called, she loved to pamper him and massage his young body, her slim strong fingers working their way tantalizingly up towards his tensed ass-cheeks, spreading his thighs far enough apart for her to plunge one hot little hand down and capture his aching balls from behind. Then she'd fondle them gently, lifting the sperm-swollen sac and rolling the sensitive glands one against the other, pausing every now and then to reach right under him and scratch the skin beneath the dense red hairs around the burgeoning base of his cock. Finally when he'd think he was about to go out of his mind, she would roll him over onto his back and plunge her beautiful red mouth down over his lust-thickened cock. Her long blonde wild hair would cascade down over his quivering body until she would slyly look up at him in triumph, his jerking member aching for the return of her succulent mouth.
"Darling what can I do for you," she would whisper seductively and before he could answer her she would stroke his thick loose foreskin up and down his rock-hard, rigidly expanded cock-shaft, pulling the blood-engorged bulbous head towards her smiling mouth. Then, with an animalistic groan she would hunch down between Tim's tremblingly outspread legs and bend eagerly forward, licking her gleaming lips with the pink tip of her tongue in preparation' for what she jokingly called her daily ambrosia!
He used to tease her and tell her it was a good thing she had the gallery to run, otherwise he'd never get any sculpting done. He looked over now at his latest work, it was a pair of reclining female figures, they were entwined in each other's arms. It was suggestive of a madona and yet it was erotic. That was one of the appeals of Tim's work they were such a combination of purity and seductiveness that they drew both sides of the coin to them. He had sold works to uptight Texans as well as to loose Californians and vica-versa.
Suddenly he heard steps outside the adobe and before he could open the door it was thrown open, an irrate Lady J standing at the door. She was waving a piece of paper and frothing at the mouth.
"You bloody bastard," she screamed, "what the fuck do you think you're up to, I'm not a lady to be messed around with you know."
"Come in the house and stop screaming," Tim protested, anxious not to arouse the curiosity of his neighbours, some of whom were very straight Mexicans.
"What's the problem," he began as Lady J walked in the adobe.
"This is the problem, you rat," she sneered, "this letter came to the gallery a few days ago and I've been stewing about it ever since, finally this morning I got a telephone call at the gallery and I just blew up, that's all. I've got to know the truth, who is this bitch who calls herself your loving sister anyway. Some sister baby, in my country we have a dirty name for brother's Who fuck their sisters."
"What are you talking about Jackie," he said defensively beginning to get a very good idea what she was carrying on about but hoping against hopes that it wasn't true.
"Read this," she snapped and thrust a piece of paper into his hands.
As soon as he read the handwriting, Tim Preston knew it was from his step-sister Valerie, he hadn't seen her for three years, since he'd run away from home, in fact. His thoughts flew now to the tiny shack on the outskirts of town that he had been brought up with Valerie and her father, his step father and his mother. His father had been killed when he was only six months old and his mother had married again. She was a good woman but try as she might she could never protect her son from her mean husband. Valerie's father drank heavily and was always taking it out on Tim, constantly he was coming home and finding something to complain about around the small farm, something that Tim should be punished for. Tim was up early in the morning doing chores and had to do chores as soon as he got home from school, some days his step-father wouldn't even let him go to school at all he found so much for him to do. As soon as he hit seventeen he knew he couldn't take another hour of his step-father's cruelty. In a way he'd felt badly about deserting his mother but she'd thrown in her lot with him and so he made a clean break, he'd left and never returned, never written a letter, never sent a Christmas card. He had just turned his back on his whole childhood, resolving to make his way in the world as an artist. Ever since he was a boy he'd been making sculptures with scrap iron, finally a teacher at school had given him clay and that was the beginning, now he worked in bronze of course but clay had been his first love. Now as the past was catching up with him, he remembered his childhood and his mother and a sob caught in his throat:
Dear Tim, I recently read your name in the newspaper the other day and resolved to get in touch with you. Pa died last year of a virus and Ma wants to see you. I am engaged to be married to a wonderful boy. We are both devotees of Guru Devananda and are going to India soon to his ashram. Tim I have really found out about God and I want to share it with you. I've begun to understand a lot about my life and our life together as children and I want you to know that I've forgiven you for that night we made love ...
Tim started here, wonderful, he could see his Mother again and yes ... the night before I ran away for good I fucked my little sister, he thought____ I'd almost forgotten, probably pushed it right out of my mind.
"Did you get to the part where she says she's forgiven you for fucking her, you incestuous bastard," Jackie sneered.
"Shut your mouth," Tom commanded and read on.
... I hope that you have forgiven yourself too, I wouldn't want you to still be guilty about it. I remember how you cried afterwards because you knew that I was a virgin and when you saw the blood on the sheets it tore you open like a knife.
I've already told my fiancee Jim and he's forgiven you, he says God forgives everything and loves us anyway and so we must learn to do that to.
Jim is very sweet and gentle, he doesn't want us to make love until we're married, we're going to India to be married by his guru.
I'm staying at La Fiesta, a friend of Jim's told us it was a cheap hotel, it's cheap but I'm a little scared at night, there's a lot of drinking goes on everywhere. I want to see you before I go to India, please get in touch with me.
Your loving sister, Valerie
"So how come you didn't give me the letter when it first came to the gallery Jackie," Tim said angrily.
"Because you bastard I was furious. How do you think I felt to find out that my lover fucked his little sister.... I was sick I can tell you. I've been thinking about what to do," she pouted, "I considered killing you."
"Oh come off it Jackie, don't be so dramatic," Tim laughed, "you can't be jealous of my little sister."
"Of course I am, I'm jealous of anyone you've ever fucked. I want you all for myself... didn't you know that, we English women are a possessive lot."
"Well anyway she's not even my sister, she's my step-sister," he argued.
"It's still incest darling, same mother you know."
"Oh well, come on Jackie, that was three years ago, surely you're not going to hold me to what I did three years ago."
"Well the other thing that pisses me off is that she wants to see you now, who knows what you're going to get up to."
"Her fiance is with her, didn't you read that in the letter, come-on behave yourself silly girl, come over here and give me a kiss," Tim commanded.
"Get lost you fucker," the Lady Jacqueline screamed, storming out of the room and banging the door, causing the whole adobe to shake.
"Good riddance," he yelled after her ... oh bloody women.
Tim Preston dived into an old leather bag he had stuffed away in a corner now and began to pull out some photographs of his childhood. When he'd run away from home he had been sentimental enough to want a few records with him and he had stolen some photographs from the family album. He looked at his mother and step-father and at his half sister Valerie. Must say she was a pretty little thing, he mused as he looked at the vivacious young red-head. I wonder what she looks like now, he thought to himself, her hair is probably longer .., she did have the prettiest green eyes, I remember that and for a kid she had an amazingly well developed body. He recalled her breasts now as he remembered them the- night he had fucked her and taken her virginity, they had been large enough for him to cup them in his hands and he recalled how delicious her nipples had tasted in his hungry mouth. He had asked -her to come away with him, he recalled but he had been relieved when she had refused, it would have been tough to cart a kid around with him.
God! I need to get stoned, he groaned to himself and immediately he jumped up and headed for the door. He was fortunate to have a fellow artist for a neighbour, Ted Forsythe, an Australian painter lived next door with his South African girlfriend Irene. Ted painted extremely erotic paintings and Irene posed a lot for him. Apart from his art-work though, Ted was a good friend and always had an adequate supply of grass and hash, both of which Tim was very addicted to.
Tim Preston knocked on his neighbours' door and was greeted by a grinning Ted Forsythe.
"I say, come in old boy. We watched Lady J's dramatic exit, we wondered how long it would be before you dropped in. Only problem old boy is that I'm just in the middle of something so do be patient old boy."
As Tim Preston entered the house he realized that Ted was indeed in the middle of something. His South African mistress was stretched stark naked on the studio couch, her lithe tapered legs splayed wide in an attitude of total abandon. One slender hand was buried in the silkily curling triangle of black hair mantling her pubic mound, and two slim fingers revolved rhythmically around the concealed bud of her clitoris. The coral pink flesh of the remainder of her moistly gaping cunt glistening invitingly between her softly trembling thighs.
Tim's gaze traveled slowly up her creamy white belly to the ripe mounds of her tautly swelling breasts, their thickly hardened nipples straining from the center of the brownish areolas in the sunlight streaming through the window. Irene's head was thrown back, her raven locks tumbling over her shoulders, her eyes closed.
"I just can't help it old boy," Ted grinned, "the sight of Irene's fingers giving her an orgasm inspires me to greater and greater heights of artistic expression."
Tim Preston could feel his penis jerking painfully against the tight material of his pants as his eyes drank in Irene's moistly wide-split pussy. Oh God! he'd love to fuck her, he thought to himself.
"Ted I'd like a smoke, could you spare one ... and I'd like to make a telephone call too."
"Which first old boy, can't stop what I'm doing you know. The pipes already full on the table over there, great ganga, Afgani stuff, just got it."
Irene's pelvis was jerking convulsively upwards now as she pistoned three wetly joined fingers into her dilated vagina while she rubbed frantically at her pulsating clitoris with the heel of her hand. Her head was flailing uncontrollably from side to side on the back of the sofa, her nostrils were flaring, and her full lips were drawn back from her teeth. It was as though the presence of the two men watching her had suddenly doubled the thrill of her shameless finger-fucking.
Tim sensed drop after drop of wetly heated seminal fluid seeping from his lustfully thickened cock where it was painfully trapped down one tight leg of his pants. It was beyond him how Ted could go on painting so calmly while his mistress finger-fucked herself so wildly before him.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, yessssss! Yessssssssss ... Ah, yes. I'm cumming ! I'm cu-cummmmmmmmmmmmmmm ... I'm cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiinnnnng!" Irene chanted ecstatically. Her ripely voluptuous body bucked convulsively and a froth of cuntal juices gleamed between her frantically massaging fingers as gradually the spasmodic tremors shuddering through her satiated flesh subsided.
"Oh man what a waste," groaned Tim.
"Not at all old chap," grinned Ted as he saw the tell-tale bulge in Tim's pants. "Ummmmmmmmm Irene, you've managed to get our friend Tim all worked up."
The satiated black-haired woman smiled seductively at Tim, "what's the matter Timmy, Lady J didn't want to suck your cock today."
"Have a smoke old boy, that will ease the pain," grinned Ted Forsythe. "we thought Lady J sounded awfully worked up, what's going on, or shouldn't we ask?"
Tim Preston picked up the silver pipe now and inhaled deeply, the pungent fumes filling his lungs. He felt better already, his anger had already begun to subside and he felt relaxed again. He drank in Irene's voluptuous breasts and wished for the second time in a few minutes that he could fuck her, he could just imagine his hungry cock stuffed up between her creamy white thighs.
"My little sister is here, I should say my half sister," he finished.
"That's not enough to cause Lady J to blow her cool though, what's the rap?"
"Well I fucked her once, just before I left home, she was just a kid, fifteen to be exact and now she's here in town. She sent me a letter and ..."
"... and Jackie read it... oh damn Tim what a mess." agreed Ted Forsyth.
"Precisely," echoed Tim Preston.
"Alright old boy, I've got a great plan."
"What?" asked Tim curiously.
"You want to fuck Irene, that's obvious. Bring your little sister here for me and we'll do a little trade."
"I don't think she'll go for it, she's into a religious bag, guru and all."
"Well then, she's probably hellishly suppressed, most religious fanatics are. Just get her over here, I'll do the rest. Me and a little hashish."
"She wouldn't go for that."
"She won't even know about it old boy. Irene, make up a batch of brownies, we've got a little girl coming for tea," Ted Forsythe grinned evilly.
CHAPTER TWO
Tim Preston made his way to La Fiesta hotel, it was indeed in a sleezy part of town, a part of town" that neither he nor his artist friends ever frequented and he couldn't imagine how Valerie had found herself there, recommended to the hotel by a friend or no.
He had lived in Santa Fe long enough to know that this was a district that was best avoided, only really wild types lived there, a lot of them fugitives from the law and Tim Preston didn't feel exactly safe walking down the street, although he knew that he probably was. Most of the people in the neighbourhood were either too drunk or too stoned to bother him, the only types he would have to worry about were the heroine addicts and he didn't think there was too many of those around.
He was nervous, what would he say to Valerie, or her boyfriend for that matter? Would she try to get him to join her guru, he was apprehensive, he didn't feel quite on top of the situation.
Valerie Soames was actually standing outside the hotel when he turned the corner and he recognized her at once, her flaming red hair was caught in a bun, she was wearing a white pair of baggy pants and a white shirt, such as he had seen on other people who were into Indian guru's but still she looked sexy, she just couldn't help it, he thought appreciatively to himself as he remembered her nubile young body.
"Valerie," he grinned holding out his arms as naturally as if it were yesterday and nothing weird had ever happened between them.
"Tim," she echoed allowing herself to be hugged by her older brother, then she broke away from him, "boy you look wild, like a real artist," she grinned, "it's a good thing ma and pa didn't see you this way, they'd have flipped out."
"Well how about you, they surely wouldn't have approved of you getting religious and going off to India."
"It's true," she replied bashfully, "do I look that weird."
"Yes, in your own kind of way," he said firmly, "say where's your boyfriend?"
"Oh, he went to visit a friend up in Taos, have you heard of it?"
"Sure, I've got a lot of friends living there, quite an artists community up there. So, you're mine for the day, eh," he grinned beginning to formulate an evil plan in his mind. Tim Preston was still heavily under the influence of the heavy hashish he'd smoked with Ted and Irene, they'd insisted on his being "ripped when he met his sister and ripped he was. All that he could think of was getting her home and stripping off her white clothes and fucking her until she begged him for mercy. She looked like a puritan but Tim Preston was ready to believe that underneath it all she was still as hot as she was when she was fifteen.
"So who's the boyfriend sis," he enquired curiously.
"His name is Jim Gregson and oh Tim my whole life has changed since I met him. I was sort of off the deep end when Jim met me, I was pretty fucked up but he took me to his guru before he returned to India and things have been different since then."
"Yes Tim, I've given myself to the divine."
Well I can't wait until she gives herself to me, thought Tim lasciviously, she's probably loose as hell under all this repression he decided.
"I've got a great idea, sis, why don't you come back to my house and we'll cook up a great meal and have a long talk."
"I'd like that Tim," she said quietly.
"Should you leave a note for old Jim, oh by the way are you sharing a room," he grinned lasciviously, wondering if they were lovers.
"It's not like that Tim, our relationship is pure, we have never touched each other that way, Jim wants us to wait until we're married but,.. -well, we are in the same room. There was some kind of mix-up and we couldn't get another room."
"I wonder how hard Jim tried to get another room," Tim sneered.
"Oh Tim, all men aren't like you," she said quickly and then bit her mouth as if she felt she'd said the wrong thing.
"Oh come on sis, I'm only teasing you, let's go."
Valerie Soames was very flustered, she hadn't counted on seeing Tim again on her own, she'd hoped that her fiance would be with her. In truth she didn't really trust herself around Tim, he'd always had such a strong influence on her, and now I'm going to his house, she mused ... I wonder if I should be doing that?
"Oh brownies, I love brownies Tim, was it an accident that you had them for desert, or did you remember?"
"I remembered of course," lied Tim Preston, hoping to hell that she'd eat a few of them. He wasn't sure how much hash Ted and Irene had put in them and he wanted to be sure that Valerie got good and stoned before he fucked her.
"Tell me about what you hope to find in India sis," he asked curiously.
"Oh," mumbled the girl as she munched on her second brownie, totally innocent of their contents, "ummmmmm ... these brownies are great. Well, peace of mind, I guess most of all. This world is so strange I want to gain the inner security so that I can handle anything."
"Hope you can handle what's about to happen to you," thought Tim lasciviously as he gazed at his younger step-sister's voluptuous body. She was already beginning to relax and had unbuttoned several buttons of her white shirt until he could see the tops of her roundly firm breasts peeking over the top of her white lacy brassiere. She's like a virgin all over again, he thought to himself in her white clothes. He knew what he had to do, he just had to free her hair and reaching over he pulled away the ribbon and her flaming red hair cascading exotically over her shoulders.
"Oh Tim," she murmured already feeling very sensuous from the amount of hashish she had swirling in her system.
Tim Preston couldn't wait any longer, he had to have her.
"Val, let me fuck you one last time before you go to India," he begged.
"What," gasped the young girl, her mind racing wildly from the effects of the hashish. What's the matter with me she thought. Everything's beginning to get very sensual around me.
"You heard me sis, I want you, I want you so bad I can taste it."
"No ... no," she screamed, "it would be wrong now, we aren't kids any longer and it would kill Jim."
"What does Jim have to do with it, he doesn't have to know."
"No Tim, please no," screamed the frightened girl.
"Come on, get those goddamned clothes off," he snarled beginning to strip off his own clothes at a rapid rate.
"No, you can't make me," she screamed defiantly, unable to tear her eyes away from the fearful maleness of his now thickly stiffened penis and the heavy sperm-packed testicles swinging menacingly between his lean hairy thighs. Dear Lord, she felt so unaccountably helpless! Her body seemed to be made of dough! She was half-paralyzed by the certain knowledge that there was nothing, nothing she could do against his ruthless virile strength.
Abruptly, Tim reached out and hauled her roughly from the chair, spinning her forcefully sideways so that she caught her knees against the edge of the divan and sprawled on her back across the covers. Then, leaping tigerishly to her side, he stretched out his two hands and tore off her white pants with a single brutal jerk, revealing the graceful ivory columns of her rounded thighs flowing seductively into ripely swelling hips and an exceptionally slender waist. Christ! he thought in astonished delight. Little sister sure was built!
He gazed hungrily down at the shadowed vee of red pubic hair dimly visible through Valerie's white panties. He grinned to himself and ripped them off to expose the burnished fleece curling over her fearfully cringing pussy. Her cuntal lips were squeezed so tightly together that he could scarcely discern the thin coral slit of the opening between them. Well by Jesus, he vowed to himself, it wouldn't be long before they were splayed wide open and begging for his big hard cock to stretch them wider still.
"Gome on," he growled hoarsely, "let's have a look at the other things you've been hiding from your dear brother." The listless way she lay there motionless and unresisting, staring up at him with those wide accusing green eyes suddenly drove him wild. In a frenzy of rage he tore at her panties until they lay in shreds, then at her blouse until she was naked except for her brassiere-although the way the wired flattened cups dug their way into the soft flesh trying to escape from beneath them made it look more like a medieval torture implement than a foundation garment. Hooking one forefinger under the tight elastic strip joining the cups, he snapped it with a cruel flick of the wrist... and the two resiliently full mounds of succulent flesh imprisoned beneath seemed miraculously to double in size as they sprang to a quivering freedom.
Tim stared in amazement at , the beautiful cream-white globes capped by rose-pink areolas and tautly swelling nipples. Goddamnit! he exulted. He'd thought the kid was scared shitless-but those nipples gave her away! They were hard and throbbing! She was excited! Her breath was coming from her heaving chest in short choking gasps! Just having her clothes ripped off and her naked body looked at by a man had excited her! By Christ, she. might dress herself like a religious fanatic but underneath she was the same hot little piece of tail she'd always been....
"You stupid chick, you must be out of your mind hiding tits like this. God made 'em, didn't he?"
"Tim, please don't do it, I'll kill myself if you do."
"Come off it sis, by the time I've finished with you, you'll be so turned on you'll want to live forever." Slowly, holding her gaze with his deep brown eyes, he lowered himself to the divan and stretched out beside her, his compelling glance freezing her to the spot as surely as a rabbit trapped by a snake. She shuddered once as he laid his right hand flat on the soft warm flesh of her nakedly squirming belly. And then as his strong fingers inched their way down towards her pubic mound and finally tangled themselves in the red curls nestling between her quaking thighs, her eyelids flickered wildly and then closed. Silently she began to pray----
Dear Lord, please protect me from my mad brother, she began and almost immediately she began to visualize that fatal night when she had lured her brother into her bedroom, aware that he was planning to run away and desperately wanting to make love with him before he left. They had played a lot of times together, doctor and nurse and kids stuff but underlying their play was always the desire for something more, something wilder, erotic, sensual... bonding. Finally it had been she and not he who had brought the evil act about and now she shuddered to think about her sin. How many times since then had Satan visited her in her dreams, and she relived that night to awaken on the verge of a lewd unholy climax ... or worse still, too late, drenched in her own orgiastic juices, to spend the rest of the night in fearful prayer, beseeching the Lord to cleanse her soul of this unsought pollution.
A desperate moan escaped her lips as Tim's exploring finger dipped between the interfolded moistness of her cuntal lips and grazed the erectly throbbing bud of her clitoris. Tensing her body nervously, she tried to keep herself rigid-but already she could sense her will evaporating in the insidiously delightful warmth permeating her loins. The hard hot length of his warmly pulsing cock was pressed like a branding iron to her side, and she had to stifle an insane desire to reach down her hand and caress the taut silky skin of its bulging head. Her fingertips positively tingled with the electrifying memory of that night long ago. Valiantly, she tried to summon up a vision of the eternal hell that would be hers if she succumbed to the base carnal passions raging through every vein in her body. But it was no use; rather than frighten her, the flames seemed almost to beckon; she wanted nothing better than to yield, to hurl herself headlong into the seething cauldron of animal lust, to be lost and damned for all time by that virile penis pulsating so hotly by her side.
Tim smiled scornfully down at the mentally struggling girl's flushed face, marking the strained expression contorting her features, feeling the involuntary tremors beginning to convulse her helplessly aroused body as he maneuvered the tip of his finger expertly around the wet throbbing bud of her clitoris. Her full lower lip was clenched between her teeth and her broad forehead was dewed with sweat. It wouldn't be long, he sensed before those slender trembling legs splayed frenziedly open to welcome his long hard cock. Then he would give the straight-laced little bitch something she would never forget even in an Indian ashram.
By God, though, she was a hot little piece of tail! Catching a sudden heady whiff of her steaming cunt, he almost broke his resolve not to fuck her until she begged for it-but his angry tesentment for her stiff-necked holier-than-though attitude lent him the strength to hold off a little longer. His mind, fogged by the hash he'd smoked earlier and in the brownies whirled insanely as he stared down at the voluptuous curved nakedness of Valerie's body ... somehow made all the more provocative by her pathetic attempts to resist the sensual effect of his manipulations. Jesus!
He reached out his free hand and grasped the tautly swelling nipple of one breast, pinching it cruelly between his finger and thumb as she writhed in mute distress beside him. When she moaned and tried to pull away from his savagely tweaking grip, he plunged his head down on the softly resilient mound of flesh to suck the erectly swollen bud deep into his warm wet mouth and nip it with his teeth.
Valerie groaned again, attempting ineffectually to push him away from her ... but after one or two half-hearted shoves, somehow her slim fingers eased themselves over his muscular shoulders and tangled in his hair. The next moment she was pulling him harder up against her! All at once the tension left her body. Her soft-fleshed thighs parted to give him greater access to her wetly gaping cunt. And with his outstretched middle finger, he probed experimentally down inside the moistly dilated entrance to her vagina, thrilling to the scalding slickness of the secretions lubricating its velvety inner walls. She was ready to fuck all right! Christ, was she ready!
Triumphantly, the wantonly aroused young sculptor raised his head from his sister's heaving breast and stared down at her. Valerie's eyes were still tightly shut, but her mouth was open now, the sensual lips bared back over her teeth as she gulped in air with short convulsive gasps. Her pelvis began an urgent swiveling motion under his raping hand, and she arched her hips frantically upwards in a lascivious attempt to trap his outstretched finger in her hungrily clasping pussy hps.
Sadistically, Tim withdrew it. "Beg me to fuck you, little sister!" he taunted mercilessly, savoring his power over her all the more because he knew what agonizing pangs of remorse she would suffer after he had brought her to orgasm. His step-father had told them that sex was the work of the devil. Tim had always wanted to ask him how he accounted for Valerie having been born, but he had never dared.
Slowly he withdrew his cunt-plundering finger up her tight little vaginal slit and rotated it around the head of her love-starved clitoris again. "Say fuck me, dear brother," he breathed down at her.
"No, no, no! I can't! You know I can't." she wailed pitifully. Her green eyes opened and gazing pleadingly into his face. "Do it Tim. Just do it, please and get it over with."
She licked her dry lips. Tim bent swiftly down and kissed her, thrusting his own stiffened tongue deep into her soft mouth. At once
Valerie began to suck on it as though it held the elixir of life. The lewdly undulating movements of her pubic mound under his exploring fingers became more frantic. She gave a low mewl, half of protest, half of ecstasy, as he pistoned the middle digit as far as it would go into the heated passage of her cunt and then slowly, teasingly withdrew it as her copiously flowing secretions trickled into the palm of his hand. Raising his eyes from hers, he stared down into her dilated pupils. "Say, Fuck me, dear brother! Fuck me!" he insisted implacably. "Go on-say it!"
"F-f-f-f... fuck me ..." she quavered pathetically. "Dear ..."
"Brother..." Tim snapped sadistically, forcing her to commit what she must think was the ultimate sacriledge.
"... Brother," she completed in a scared whisper.
"That's more like it," he growled, rolling over on top of her adjusting his body so that his bloated lust-swollen cock-head was pulsating at the entrance of her wetly trembling cunt. "Now-put it in! The way you did in that night... remember?"
With shaking fingers, Valerie reached down between their sweating bellies under her hand closed around the silken head of his hotly throbbing penis. It affected her like an electric shock, that first delirious jolt of joy from the longed-for contact. How many times in the past years had she dreamed of wrapping her fingers around that wonderfully virile shaft again and directing it to the hungry lips of her cunt? She didn't care about the searing pain she knew she would experience when he rammed it deep into the heart of her naked belly. She knew intuitively that the pain would in some obscure way complement the pleasure to follow. This time there would be no fear of Pa interupting them ... she would be lost... damned to hell for all eternity ... but she didn't care! All she cared was that at long, long last she was again to feel that beautifully hardened penis plowing up into her vagina ... and this time she would also feel the hot squirts of his cum frothing up into her womb! At last she was going to be a real woman....
"Yes, Tim! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she breathed rapturously, half out of her mind with the sense of freedom that her admission of her true nature had brought to her. "Fuck me hard!"
The sudden transformation from cringing woebegone little girl to lustfully wanton woman was too much for Tim. Catching his breath, he flexed his muscular hips and drove his long thick rock-hard cock deep into the wetly heated passage of her cunt in one ferocious thrust, bludgeoning through the elastically resistant ridges of flesh until his lust-bloated cock-head smashed against her cervix on the first powerful lunge.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! ... Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ... Oooooooooooghhhh!" Valerie gasped, her face contorted from the mixed pain and pleasure of his ruthless entry into her wetly tingling flesh. Involuntarily her hands flew up to seize the corded muscles of his shoulders, to hold him still until she could recover from the spine-jarring shock-but already she could feel the rigidly throbbing shaft of his penis withdrawing in preparation for the next forceful thrust. "Oh... God! It hurts, Tim! It hurts!" she moaned desperately. But she made-no attempt to squirm away from him, and her shapely hips rose almost of their own accord to meet his next relentless plunge.
Jesus! It may be painful-but she sure doesn't seem to mind that too much! Tim thought dazedly to himself. He rammed it violently into her tight little cunt again and again, feeling Valerie's increasing response to his pistoning thrusts. She certainly wasn't exactly acting like an innocent chick who'd only been half fucked once in her life years before. The suspicion that she was putting him on crossed his mind. Shit, maybe her whole religious act was nothing but a load of bullshit to cover up the fact that she was throwing it to this Gregson character. He scowled down at the passion-contorted face beneath him and accelerated the tempo of his jolting thrusts, waiting for another cry of protest or pain ... but this time there was none. Her rapidly arching hips met his pounding pelvis thrust for thrust!
The hypocritical little bitch, he thought furiously. She was just like every chick he'd ever met. Suddenly he found himself battering into her with all the pent-up fury and bitterness of his unhappy childhood, driving his desire-thickened cock relentlessly into the panting girl's scalding pussy until the excited flow of her abundant cuntal juices had eased the way and his vengefully throbbing cock-head was battering up against the mouth of her womb. His cum-bloated testicles smacked against the smooth round cheeks of her widely-splayed ass and he paused a moment to catch his breath.
"Aaaaaaaaah!" his lustfully writhing sister moaned, jerking her pelvis up against him in frenzied disappointment. "Don't stop, Tim! Please don't stop! It feels so good!" In her youthful inexperience she thought perhaps he had already cum!
Insatiable little bitch! the red-headed youth thought. She certainly changed her darn tune in the last few minutes. And he began once more to fuck savagely in and out of her wetly welcoming pussy with hard thrusting strokes, flexing his bloated cock-head at the zenith of each lunge, grinding his lean belly hard against her tenderloins. If it was a fucking marathon she wanted, he sure was ready to give her one! Fiercely he dug one hand under the soft resilient flesh of her buttocks and searched with an outstretched middle finger along the undulating cleft between her buttocks for her tight little anus. He was curious to find out just how much experience this passionate little chick had!
Slavish mewling sounds of pleasure bubbled in Valerie's throat as the taut rubbery head of Tim's penis pounded and pummeled in the depths of her ecstatically writhing belly. This was what she had always wanted... this ruthless brutal rape of her innermost self. Much as she respected-even revered-Jim Gregson, his shy and often awkward caresses left her physically cold. She dominated him too easily-and in fact all she really wanted was to be dominated herself, cruelly subjugated as she was now, lying there spread-eagled and helplessly impaled on her step-brother's relentlessly skewering cock!
The very thought of this thick vengeful rod of flesh boring like a soulless machine into the soft yielding depths of her quaking belly sent strange tremors of masochistic delight surging through her pinioned body. She felt Tim's obscenely prying fingers rummaging cruelly between her ass-cheeks and wondered vaguely in her drugged mind what he was doing. It didn't matter; she was his; he could do whatever he wanted with her! Her head began to toss wildly from side tov side on the divan, and a low moan of complete abandon vibrated deep in her throat. She was his!
Valerie's total submission acted like an inflammable fuel on the flames of her step-brother's lust. He trailed his middle finger along the moistly heated crevice of her ass until he found the puckered little ring of her anus and he flicked the wrinkled nether opening with his nail experimentally. A convulsive shudder racked the feverishly writhing girl's frame without breaking the frantic cadence of her buckling loins, which were lifting them both off the bed now as she sought to take more and more of his hard punishing cock up into her love-starved cunt. He tantalized the clenched elastic ring again, gouging it with the edge of his nail. At once, her long tapered legs scissored out even wider than before ... and then locked themselves tightly around his back!
My god, he thought bemusedly, she's making it easier for me! She wants it, for Chrissake! She wants my finger up her ass! ... she must be used to having it done to her while she fucks!... An unaccountable paroxysm of rage seized him. Without pausing to moisten his finger, he rammed it brutally through the tight elastic ring of her anus and up into her defenseless rectum all the way to the knuckle joint.
"Wha-aaaaaggghh!" Valerie screamed wildly as the raping digit plowed into the warm buttery depths of her back passage. "Nooooo ..." she begged, trying desperately to shift sideways and escape the searing pain. "NO Tim! P-P-p-p-pleaaaassseee!" Tears spurted from her startled green eyes as she stared hysterically into her step-brother's savagely grinning face.
"You like that, don't you little sister!" he taunted the helplessly writhing girl, viciously crooking his finger far up in her skewered anal passage and relishing her gasp of distress. "You like a man's finger up your asshole! So tell me you like it, kid-after all, I wouldn't want to do anything you didn't like would I?"
Holding her body immobilized with his hard sweating pelvis locked against hers and his plank stiff cock throbbing deep inside her quivering belly, he withdrew his rapid finger almost to the tip and then wormed it back up her tightly clasping rectal canal with a reaming circular motion."Tell me you like it," he whispered insidiously, circling her hps with the wet tip of his tongue.
Something seemed to snap in Valerie. Her arms wrapped themselves wildly around Tim's neck, and she mashed her feverish lips against his teeth. "I love you darling! Oooooohh, I love you so!" she moaned into his slavering mouth. "Do it to me ... please do everything to me!"
A violent series of shudders raced through her convulsing body as she abandoned the last of her ind�pendance to the. merciless young man who held her skewered on the soiled sheet where probably last night he had made love to another woman. She didn't care! She was his, she was his! The words echoed thunderously in her drug-blurred mind. "I'm yours, all yours, Tim my darling." she crooned, recklessly screwing her rectum down on the stiffened finger that was ramming in and out of the tortured flesh of her dilated back passage. "Go on-fuck me with your finger! Fuck me with your cock! Fuck me, fuck me!"
Wild and bizarre visions of the Devil himself, complete with horns and forked tail, beckoning her lasciviously on, swam into her dazed consciousness as Tim began fucking into her again with fiercely twisting strokes of his savagely pounding penis that set her loins on fire. An insane masochistic elation swept over her, and she began reveling in the unnatural presence of the invading finger buried deep in the elastic depths of her lewdly plundered anus. She clenched her ass-cheeks together in an attempt to suck the extended digit deeper up into her bowels ... and then spread her legs to their fullest extent to facilitate his perverted double ravishment of her most secret flesh. The images of hell and its master were swept from her mind by the thrills of sensual delight searing dizzily through her nerves ... and they were back in the old quarry, just she and Tim, alone among the trees ... the pines were burning: one after another burst into crackling flames as the superheated resin caught fire ... they were running, running again ...
"Oh Tim, Tim!" she whimpered in agony of passion as she pulled down his sweating face to kiss him again. "I'm yours, my love."
Like fuck you're mine, the lustfully pounding I young sculpter gritted to himself. In a pig's ass ] you're mine, you little whore! He drove his I thick bursting cock ferociously in and out of her I wetly clasping cunt, feeling its softly ridged I muscular walls through the thin fleshy I membrane separating it from the finger he was ] reaming up inside her anal passage. Gradually, as I the frenziedly panting young girl ground her I pelvis up to meet the down-stroke of his lunging penis and then squirmed back down again on his I finger as he withdrew for the next thrust, he I established a forcefully alternating rhythm of I cock and digit that had her threshing under him like a wild animal.
She knows what she's doing all right! Tim told himself angrily. You can't kid me this is the first time around on this particular circus! Please save your soul like me and Jim Gregson ... shit what the little bitch wants is an extra cock in - her life! I bet she even likes to get sandwich fucked at that! An ordinary finger up the ass ain't enough for her... ! And the next time she skewered herself down on his hand, he joined his index finger to the middle one and jammed them both up her now widely distended anus as far as they would go. That's the least I can do for her! he told himself with sardonic pleasure.
"Aaaaaaahhhh ... Oooooooohhhh!" Valerie moaned softly, more in pleasure than pain at this new anal intrusion. She was going insane with rapture. A distant part of her mind was mechanically aware of her own legs wildly flailing and then locking themselves fiercely around Tim's waist... to fling out wide again and then scissor in and wrap themselves over his back in a desperate search for leverage, for the most advantageous position to receive the pile-driving thrusts of his brutally fucking penis.
Instinctively, she was learning control of her cuntal muscles, milking his rapidly pistoning cock on the outstroke with a lascivious hunger as elemental as man's need for breath. Incredibly, she felt the girth of his magical phallus starting to swell and expand, to bulge and heave convulsively. Oh God! He was cumming! ... and ... and, yes! she was cumming too!
"Aaaaaaggghhh! Tim!" she screeched. "Oh Goddd... !"
Like a python, she wrapped herself completely around him, holding his shuddering pelvis locked tightly to her loins as she frantically contracted her rippling vaginal muscles around his convulsively jerking cock.
There was no escape now! The burning woods she had imagined had become a forest on fire! They were surrounded by searing flames on all sides! They were fused together by the heat! They were going to die!
"Aaaaaiiiieeee!" she screamed as the roaring holocaust enveloped her.
Tim threw back his head and choked out a string of curses as he felt the white-hot sperm surge from his aching balls into the narrow channel of his imprisoned cock. He slammed his suddenly spewing pole of male hardness back into her quaking flesh like a maddened bull as the first steaming squirts of his cum gushed forcefully into her shuddering .belly. The flooding tide of her heated orgasmic juices surged back around his wildly jerking penis to gush down over his pumping testicles into the hand rammed up into the cleft of her ass. For a timeless moment, they threshed together on the divan locked together like a two-backed beast in the throes of their mutual climax.
Valerie Soames groaned as she felt Tim's penis slowly deflating in her pussy and she clasped her tightly-clenched buttocks to hold onto him for a little while longer, "please Tim, not yet, don't leave me yet," she sobbed.
Tim Preston gazed down triumphantly at his ravaged step-sister. He felt like a victor after the battle was over examining his spoils. I haven't lost my touch, he grinned lewdly to himself, she went for me just like when we were kids ... and I wonder just how much more we can put over on her, Ted and Irene still wanted a little of the action. Maybe a few more hash brownies will do the trick, he thought slyly to himself, they certainly pulled this little fucking number off!
CHAPTER Three
Lady Jacqueline Marlsforth was in a stew, she had been decidedly snappy all morning long, wen the little boy who brought her morning coffee had noticed it ... and when the Lady J was angry, everyone knew about it.
She screwed up her eyes now as a hippy looking type sauntered into the gallery... artists were one thing in Lady J's book, hippies another.
"Can I help you," she asked in a voice which definitely said I hope I can't.
"Yes, I'm looking for Tim Preston, I wonder if you could help me, I see you carry a lot of his work," he said quietly looking at an erotic piece of two woman playing with each other's pussies ... at least that's what it looked like to him.
"Tim Preston," Lady J, said sharply.
"That's right. Oh I should introduce myself, my name is Jim Gregson, I'm engaged to marry Valerie Soames, Mr. Preston's step-sister."
"I see," Lady J said, narrowing her eyes and taking in fully the white clad attractive body before her. Not bad looking she thought to herself, his blonde hair looks a little dirty and uncombed but he does have lovely blue eyes and probably quite a good body underneath those baggy pants. Ummmmm ... I wonder how susceptible he is to a little wine, I wouldn't mind .. a nice little fuck in the back room ... and it would be a perfect opportunity to get my own back on that bastard Tim. I just don't believe him with all those stories of innocence so long ago, I wouldn't even be surprised if he isn't fucking his sister half to death at this very moment.
"Where is your fiancee now," Lady J asked the young man pointedly.
"That's what I'm worried about," Jim Gregson said quickly, "she isn't at the hotel and I told her not to go out without me. It's kind of in a weird section of town, I hope nothing's happened to her. But then I thought, perhaps she got in touch with her brother and she's visiting him. Anyway I'd like to call him up on the telephone, or something, to relieve my mind you know."
Ummmmmmmmmm ... the bastard, I bet he's got her at his studio now, fumed Lady J ... I just don't trust Tim Preston as far as I can spit!
"He doesn't have a telephone Jim but I can give you his address ... but wait a little while, I'd like to talk to you for a while, that is if you don't mind," she said coyly, lowering her long blonde eyelashes to have just the right seductive effect on the young man.
"No I don't mind," Jim Gregson said quickly, as he allowed himself to be led into the backroom of the gallery, noticing that the young lady in question locked the front door before she did so.
The truth of the matter was that Jim Gregson was horny. He was finding it more and more difficult to play the. strict role he'd placed himself in. His Guru had only accepted him as a devotee on the understanding that he would be celibate, at least until he was married and even then he required that householder's only made love once a month... anything more he maintained was a loss of vital semen and energy. At first it hadn't been hard for Jim but as the months went by the sight of Valerie's seductive body was arousing him more and more. They had slept in the same room at the hotel last night due to a mix-up in accommodations and it had almost been more than Jim could handle not to fuck her violently. He really didn't know how he was going to hold out for another two months before his wedding to Valerie. And now, this extremely sexy young woman was giving on the come-on, he just had to follow-through with it, no matter what. His balls were just aching too much and he wondered if he could control his yearning penis to stay limp much longer.
"You see, it's like this," Lady J was saying, "I'm Tim Preston's girlfriend and I know all about what happened between them when they were kids ... as I know you do."
"Oh... yes," Jim Gregson coloured, "yes, well, it took me a little time to get used to the idea but after all they were only kids."
"Yes but they are not kids now, like some wine," she indicated holding up a bottle of burgundy.
"I don't drink now," Jim Gregson said rather feebly.
"Just for me, just a little," wheedled Jacqueline.
"Okay, a little," the boy answered, hardly knowing what he was saying.
"As I was saying, they are not kids now, and frankly I don't trust Tim."
"Oh come off it, say do you realize I don't know your name," Jim said suddenly.
"Oh terribly sorry, my name's Jacqueline, to be exact, I'm Lady Jacqueline Marlsforth, but please call me Jackie," she said sweetly.
Wow! an English lady, whoever would have thought I'd been sitting with someone like that, Jim Gregson thought wildly to himself, taking a large drink of the red wine in his glass and allowing the lady in question to fill it up for him again.
"Now listen Jim, I'm not kidding, you'd better keep your eye on that girl. Maybe you can trust her but believe me when I tell you that I wouldn't trust Tim. Now let's forget all that for a little while and you tell me about yourself," Lady Jacqueline said seductively pursing her lips at the astonished Jim Gregson.
In truth the young man didn't know what had hit him, they didn't make girls that way in Texas, in fact he'd never met anyone like the sexy woman plying him with drinks. Although he had pledged his Guru that he wouldn't drink, Jim Gregson was already well on the way to being drunk and he was getting hornier and hornier by the moment. He was thinking a little about Tim Preston and his fiancee but he just couldn't believe that anything weird could happen between them now, he just didn't believe that Valerie would allow it. Probably Lady J is jealous, he thought quietly to himself.
Lady J was jealous but apart from that she was horny herself, she hadn't fucked Tim that morning because of being so angry with him. She'd had a little hit of very strong marihuana when she'd arrived at the gallery and now it was working on her full blast. She had to have a little pleasure before she exploded. Perhaps I'll just attack this boy, she thought wildly to herself, I'll bet anything he won't refuse once he gets going. And before the startled devotee realized what was going on, Lady J had pulled open his pants and was pulling out the long, limp tube of his cock and plunged her head down to his lap, covering it with a cloud of blonde hair. He felt her slim strong fingers pull the foreskin back along the shaft-and then her wetly scalding mouth caressingly around the whole deflated cock-head and ... she was sucking him!
For the startled religious fanatic it was as though a bomb had exploded in his loins. He nearly blacked-out from the detonation of never-before-known erotic sensations searing through every nerve-end in his sex-starved body.
He was going against everything he'd vowed to his Guru but he just didn't give a damn! He had to have some release ... he just had to! His self-denied cock stiffened, expanded and straightened like a released spring, doubling in size before she had time to give the tip more than a couple of mind-blowing licks with her moist little tongue. "Jee-sus!" he groaned in ecstasy as she withdrew her ovalled mouth from the suddenly throbbing and blood-engorged head of his lust-thickened staff and looked up at him with lascivious merriment dancing in the depths of her smoldering eyes.
"I just love the darling baby when he's so small and soft, I love to feel him grow big in my mouth," she grinned up at him with salacious glee. "But darling, yours grew so quickly, I've never seen one grow like this before, he's just like a bolt of lightening," she giggled. She dipped her slender hand now hotly into his crotch and dragged out the huge wrinkled sac of his sperm-bloated testicles. "Ahhhhhhhh! I like them!" she murmured rolling the sensitive glands slowly against each other. "I like your big balls."
"Listen, Lady Jacqueline ... listen ..." Jim gasped now as he gained a little more control of himself. "Suppose someone comes in..." Mesmerized now, he watched her slide the thick foreskin up and down the swollen shaft of his cock as she went on kneading his balls with her other hand. Jesus, she was going to suck him off! He could tell by the way she was licking her lips and the kind of glazed look that had come into her eyes. Christ... he was going to blow his stack ... no woman had ever blown him, he'd always wanted his cock sucked but no-one had ever done it to him. And now this woman was driving him crazy, he hadn't been this close to a woman in almost a year and it was almost more than he could bear. And yet he knew that he wanted to fuck her, he just had to fuck her, he couldn't wait... although now maybe all she might do was to suck him ... and that would be enough, though!
"Darling why don't you take off your pants altogether, it would be much easier for me," Jacqueline said breathilly.
Jim Gregson wrenched off his sneakers now, hauled off his pants and shorts, and stretched out naked from the waist down except for his socks. He hooked one long leg over the back of the couch and extended the other on the coffee table so that Jacqueline could have plenty of room to hunch down between his thighs. Then he dragged two cushions behind his head so that he could watch her comfortably. God, it might be the only blow job he'd ever have in his life, he didn't expect Valerie would give him one. Somehow he couldn't see the sweet little Texan girl grabbing his pecker and sucking it the way that this hot English bitch was doing!
Her mouth was poised just above the bulging pulsating tip of his cock now and he watched the pink arrow of her tongue darting feverishly between her parted hps in hungry anticipation. She couldn't wait for another taste of him, he realized!
Jacqueline was panting hoarsely. Fondling his cum-filled balls with one hand, she held his straining cock-shaft straight up to her mouth with the other and whispered excitedly: "You must cum in my mouth, alright? I want all of you down my throat, you delicious man ... but please cum in my mouth so that I can really taste you ... promise?" Her eyes were filmed over with lust. A violent shiver racked her curvaceous body and suddenly her tongue lashed out cat-like to scoop up the pearl of seminal fluid that had welled up into the gaping slit at the end of Jim's mushrooming glans. No longer was she thinking of Tim Preston... no longer was she gloating over her revenge on him by sucking his sister's fiancee's cock... all she cared about now was her own satisfaction.
He felt her moist warm breath playing over his rock-hard cudgel-and then at last her wet velvety lips closed avidly around his frantically pulsating rod of flesh. Instantly all the suspense and anguish of waiting was drained from his body like water down a bath-hole, to be replaced with a half-delirious surge of relief and a sense of triumph that was positively dizzying! Jesus, he had her hooked now, he gloated to himself! Feeling her push her soft warm whipped cream lips over his flaring cock-head to lock around the thick stem of his shaft, he knew the fucking bell could ring for the last judgement and she wouldn't let him up until she'd sucked the last drop of hot sperm from his lust-bloated balls. He'd never seen anything like it, the way this bitch sucked cock! For a moment the sight of his Guru's face floated into his minds eye but he quickly dismissed it as he released himself fully to the over-ridingly erotic sensations that were searing through his lust-contorted body.
He groaned and shoved his loins involuntarily upwards as Jacqueline teased the warm moistness of her mouth up again to the very tip of his overcharged penis, painting it with her dribbling saliva, tempting it with exquisite little swipes and dabs of her tongue. Christ, the girl's an artist! he thought dimly to himself. A fucking suck artist! Mindlessly now, he reached down with his hands and grasped her fragile head, tangling his fingers in the blonde halo of her hair until he found the roundness of her skull between them. Exerting a slight downward pressure he felt once more, the swirling and delicious surge of erotic sensations as she responded immediately to his touch, enclosing all of the bulbous head and half the thick, stiff shaft of his throbbing cock in her mouth, while her expert tongue continued voraciously to explore the veined underside.
When he relaxed the pressure, she at once drew her gluttonous lips up in a slow suctioning motion as if she wanted to suck his wildly pulsing balls right up through his rigidly expanded rod into the warm velvety cavern of her mouth. "Oh ... Jesus! ... Yeah, baby! That's it! Suck, suck!" he groaned in a choked voice that he scarcely realized was his own.
Catching a flicker of movement in the mirror across the room, he glanced sideways-and nearly shot his load right into her throat then and there as he saw the lascivious image of Jacqueline sucking him off in profile! Tremor after tremor of obscene pleasure spasmed through his body as he gazed from this different angle at the way her lips, tightly ovalled around the turgid and wetly gleaming stem of his bursting cock were drawn out lewdly on the withdrawal stroke and then compressed again into thin lines as she tirelessly pumped her hot little mouth up and down the entire swollen length of his penis until her small nose was buried in the thick tuft of his pubic hair.
God, it was just too fantastic! His whole body shook as his hips began a rhythmic upward grind to match her downward thrusts, the distended rubbery head of his cock sliding along the hard roof of her mouth to penetrate deeply into the warm depths of her throat on every surge. A line out of some damned play he had had to read in school came unbidden to his mind-Her lips suck forth my soul! Shakespeare or whoever the guy was certainly knew what he was on about that time! Maybe this chick had been around in another incarnation when he wrote it....
Jim Gregson could hardly believe what was happening to him, the blood was roaring in his head, his brain was a swirling mass of confusion as he felt the very life force being drawn out of his hungry cock by the bitch sucking on it as though her very life depended on it.
"Aaaaaaarrrrghhhhh!" He gave one last convulsive heave, feeling Jacqueline's sharp white teeth graze the very base of his exploding cock, and then he was gone off into space, spinning upwards, beyond, beyond as his pent-up cum ejaculated in squirt after dizzying squirt into her greedily sucking mouth. Her cheeks bloated outwards as his hotly churning sperm flood her throat and surged backwards to trickle down from the corners of her tightly clenched lips..; it was really too goddamn much, like nothing he'd ever experienced before!
He closed his eyes, he felt every ounce of tension leave his satiated body... meditation had never been like this, he felt closer to the divine nectar than he had ever felt. Still she didn't stop, the mad Englishwoman continued to suck and suck on his already deflating cock, squeezing it tightly until every last drop of cum was fed into her hungrily awaiting mouth.
Suddenly, they both jerked to attention. There was a loud banging sound on the door. "What the fuck," Jim Gregson grunted, still half asleep in his dreamy state of euphoria.
"Oh God!" groaned Lady J, "there's only one person who'd bang on the door like that."
"Who ... who?" Jim gasped.
"The owner of the bloody gallery, I just remembered he said he might be in today. Get yourself together, I'll entertain him, I'll try to lure him into the other part of the gallery and then you hop out... okay. If he sees you, I don't care anyway, don't worry," she said reassuringly.
Lady Jacqueline Marlsforth smiled triumphantly at the young man, licked her lips? tidied her dress and prepared to sail forth into the gallery. Just as she was about to open the door she turned to him, "by the way darling, have dinner with me, meet me here at the gallery at 6:30 p m. and I won't take no for an answer. Remember we have some unfinished business, I can't wait to feel that delicious cock of yours inside my pussy ... can you?"
"Gee, no, well, I..." the young man stuttered.
"Remember darling, 6:30 p m. and don't be late," she smiled sexily as she swung through the door, her undulating buttocks causing him to catch his breath.
Jim Gregson quickly pulled on his pants and his shorts, put on his sneakers and headed for the door, he opened it just a crack, enough to see what was going on, Jacqueline was pacifying the owner of the gallery, a balding man in his fifties. From the way she was stroking his arm, Jim guessed that she probably performed similar favors for him every now and then, he seemed to be like a tame lion in her presence. She led him through to the annex of the gallery and Jim took this as his cue to leave the gallery. He still hadn't found out where Tim Preston lived, what the hell, what he had found was worth more than its weight in gold. Tim Preston and his fiancee Valerie could wait... and maybe his Guru could wait too!
CHAPTER Four
The late afternoon sun was beginning to stream through the window of Tim Preston's adobe house and the San Cristos Mountains were illuminated, turning the blood red, that caused them to be named The Mountains of the Blood of Christ.
Tim Preston was beginning to wonder what he'd let himself in for, now having fucked his step-sister Valerie he was wishing that she would stop harping on the fact that she'd been really wanting him all these years and that nothing else mattered in her life but him. etc. etc. He hadn't bargained for a quick fuck turning into such an obligation.
"I won't go to India with Jim, I just won't." she pouted, "now I know that my place is with you Timmy."
"Don't call me Timmy," he groaned. Fuck, he thought to himself I need a hit of something, otherwise I'm going to flip out. Why doesn't she shut up.
"Maybe we could talk to Jim together, Tim." she continued in her childish voice, I'm sure he'd understand my devotion to you, of course I don't think we should tell him that we made love again, it might make him very angry. We'll just tell him that I belong here with you, you're my family and I'm not ready to marry yet... don't you think he'd understand Tim?"
Tim Preston poured himself a generous glass of red wine and drank it quickly, then poured himself another.
"Oh Tim, do you think you should," Valerie said quickly realizing that she should not have interfered with her brother's habits.
"Listen Val, let's get one thing straight, you're not my mother and you never will be, you keep your mouth shut and you and me will get along good."
"Alright Tim, alright, anything you say, just anything."
"Tell me sis, are you telling me the truth when you say that you and Jim Gregson never made love."
"I am, I swear I am."
"How about last night, he slept in the same room didn't he.
Valerie Soames thought of the previous evening, how Jim had so sweetly offered to sleep on the floor in his sleeping bag, but she'd insisted that he join her on the bed, only she was in it and he was on top. She thought of how in the night he'd rolled over onto her and she'd felt his penis, a little bit hard but not fully erect. She had been repulsed, she didn't know why but she had pushed him off of her without even waking him. "It's true, I swear Tim, we never made love, he's hardly even touched my body... he promised his Guru."
"Fuck his Guru, he's a man isn't he."
"Yes, but he loves his Guru too and he's trying very hard to be true to him."
"Well anyway, get dressed, we're going over to see my buddy Ted and his lady Irene."
"Where do they live Tim," Valerie exclaimed rising to pick up her straggled clothes and munching on another brownie at the same time. The girl was still unaware that there was anything in the brownies other than natural ingredients.
"In the adobe next door, come on get dressed and let's go over." said Tim Preston anxious to get stoned and relax his overworked mind.
"Alright don't rush me," the naked young girl protested, quickly pulling on her crumpled clothes, "oh Tim, I've got to get back to the hotel for some more clothes."
"Yeah, yeah, come on, let's go," he said angrily, "you're taking too much time."
Valerie Soames began to feel dizzy again, still she didn't connect the feeling with the brownies. She was realizing however that she had repressed a lot of her natural instincts since she met Jim and his Guru and her step-brother was beginning to bring them out in her.
At that moment, Tim Preston was looking at his step sister and thinking of her in terms of Pandora's Box, and wondering what the hell he'd let out into the open. Hope it's not more than I can handle, he mused.
Several moments later he was pushing a stoned Valerie Soames across the dirt to Ted Forsythe's adobe and within minutes they were inside the house.
"Well... well, who do we have here," Ted grinned taking Valerie's hand and pulling her into the room, "welcome to Santa Fe, you must be very proud of your brother here."
"Oh I am, I am," giggled Valerie nervously. She had never met anyone quite as sophisticated as Ted Forsythe, he was quite a gentleman she could tell.
"May I have the honour," Ted said forthrightly and without any further ado he pulled the astonished young girl into his arms and kissed her passionately on the mouth. "Old Australian custom my dear," he beamed, "hope you don't mind."
"Tim ... I," she stuttered.
"Don't worry about a thing Ted does, he's a mad Aussie and you can always expect the worst from him, believe me."
"Don't take any notice of either of them," a seductive voice purred from the other side of the room, "they're both dirty old men."
Valerie Soames looked over to where Irene Coleman was stretched out on the studio couch, her long raven locks tumbling over her shoulders, her ice blue eyes glinted mischievously at the young girl. She was wearing a flimsy Grecian looking dress which was of some silky clinging fabric, caught up at one shoulder. Valerie could see that Irene Coleman had a very beautiful body.
"Irene, do you have a little something for Valerie to wear, this is all she has at the moment and I'm afraid they're a little crumpled," Tim said pointedly making reference to Valerie's rather soiled white clothing that only an hour earlier he had literally torn off her body.
"Oh no problem my dear," the older woman said kindly, "perhaps you would like a shower also."
Valerie Soames agreed that she would, she still felt sticky from her fucking session with Tim, in fact she now wondered if they could smell her. She could smell herself, the pungent smell of cum was filling her nostrils and she suddenly wanted to scrub her body, to make it sparkling and clean again before she saw her fiancee, Jim.
Ted Forsythe cast an appreciative glance at the young girl as she followed his mistress out of the living room. Even in her clothing he could tell that she was quite stacked and his eyes were glued on her darling little buttocks as they undulated across the room.
"I say old boy, she's quite a nice little piece. Did you get a little action ... ummmmm ... that's what I thought, the brownies did the trick, eh."
"Sure thing, and she never suspected a thing, in fact she just ate some more."
"Is she as good as you remembered, old boy." "She's terrific Ted, really, it blew my mind." "Well then, how about we have a cozy little dinner tonight, just you and your sister, me and Irene ... four is such a cozy number don't you think?" the older man chuckled lighting up the hash pipe and taking a deep toke, "here you are old chap, fill your lungs with this and don't worry about a thing, we'll have a ball tonight."
"I'm not worried about that, the problem is that she already seems to be quite attached to me, seems to have some idea about staying, etc."
"Ohhh, the Lady J won't like that, well don't worry about a thing now old boy. Take your pleasure now and worry later, that's my motto."
Everything suddenly felt more wonderful to Valerie Soames, even the little trickles of water skimming down her nubile young body fascinated her, it was almost as if she could see the light in the water itself. She thought now of her Guru and how she would feel when she saw him ... oh please dear God, she thought, I hope he doesn't see through me. Then she remembered that perhaps she wasn't going to go to India at all... oh dear, she thought to herself, I'm so confused what am I going to do. I love Tim so much, I know it's wrong and evil of me to love him so much, after all he is my brother, Jim said I should never tell anyone that we made love because it is incest and he could get into trouble for it, and now I let him fuck me again ... and please forgive me God, but I loved it and in truth I want it to happen again.
Oh dear I must be wicked and evil, the young girl thought to herself now as she felt once again the first tingles of passion beginning to creep up her spine when she thought to herself of fucking with her older brother. She cupped her sweet breasts in her hands and began to tweak her nipples until they pulsated wildly, see, see what you are doing Valerie Soames, you naughty girl, you should not touch yourself this way. Ohhh ... I can't help it though, the young girl murmured to herself, slipping her hands down her curvaceous young body and tickling her already moistened pussy, causing her hips to undulate seductively.
Suddenly she was interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door opening: "What are you doing in there Val," she heard her brother exclaim, if you don't hurry up I'm going to come in too."
"No, no Tim," Valerie said quickly, knowing that it was wrong and sinful to take a shower with her brother.
She stepped quickly out of the shower into the waiting arms of Tim Preston who began to knead her breasts furiously with his anxious fingers.
"Stop that Tim Preston you naughty boy," she giggled loving every minute of it.
"Oh you love it, you know you do," he murmured feeling quite horny from the enormous amount of hashish he'd smoked.
At that moment Irene Coleman came into the bathroom and slapped Tim on the bottom, "naughty, naughty, leave your sister alone," she said meaningfully, "here's a bathrobe Valerie, come into my bedroom and we'll find you something to wear."
"Thank you Irene," the young girl replied bashfully, embarrassed that the older woman had caught her allowing her brother to touch her naked body, I wonder how much they know she thought to herself.
"Now you take a shower Tim and be a good boy," Irene said, smacking him once again on the buttocks, giving him a big pinch this time and plunging her tongue into his mouth in a soul-searching kiss at the same time.
Valerie gasped, it wasn't easy for her to see her brother kissing another woman, although she was sure he'd had plenty of lovers, from his style, that was obvious!
The young girl put on a long silky deep green dress that really accentuated her flaming red hair and did the most marvelous things with her already voluptuous body. As soon as she walked out into the living room, Ted Forsythe gave a long whistle, "now that's what I call a transformation my dear," he said appreciatively.
"You like it," Valerie asked coyly, it had been over a year since she'd worn anything on her body but baggy white pants and she realized that she had become so much more of a woman in that time ... she wondered what Jim Gregson would say if he saw her now.
Irene called her into the kitchen to help with supper, they were having a traditional Mexican dish, chilli Reannos. Valerie grated cheese and chopped lettuce and got to know Irene a little better.
Irene talked about her home town of Durban, how much she had loved it there but the world had beckoned her. For four years now she'd been a wandering adventurer and from what Valerie could discern she had gone from one lover to another until she had met Ted Forsythe.
"We have an open relationship though, you know what I mean?" Irene asked the young girl meaningfully.
"No, what does that mean."
"Well if I want to fuck another man, it's cool with Ted and vice-versa."
"Oh," said Valerie, realizing that she was dining with a wild group of people, she had thought her brother wild but now this, it was all a little too much for a girl from a small Texas town, and especially one who'd given all her time and energy to meditating and celibacy for the past year, it almost felt as if she was stepping into another time zone.
In no time at all dinner was ready and the four people sat at the table. Ted Forsythe had made up a batch of margaritas and Valerie hadn't wanted to look silly by saying that she'd never drunk one before and so she was drinking them down along with everyone else. However they began to have an immediate effect on the young girl and she began to feel her hold on things slipping away rapidly.
Valerie could hardly believe, her eyes when Tim turned to Irene and began to kiss her passionately, fondling her large firmly rounded breasts at the same time, until she could see that the nipples were hardened with excitement. But she looked across the table at Ted and he didn't seem to be in the least concerned about it... she was confused, she didn't understand these people, least of all her brother, how could he treat her that way and after they had made such beautiful love only two hours earlier, he was acting for all the world as if he wanted to fuck Irene right there at the table.
"Now that's what I call a kiss, Tim," purred Irene softly, licking her lips seductively before she drank her margarita. "Now for dessert..."
"Don't forget the coffee," Tim yelled his eyes glued to Irene's voluptuous body hungrily as she swayed back into the kitchen. Valerie was extremely depressed, she realized that Tim had eyes for no-one but Irene and she felt deserted. She noticed that the Australian man, Ted, was beginning to look at her lustfully and she hoped and prayed that he didn't have any ideas about getting closer to her body, she would kill him if he tried to touch her, she would just kill him. Of course, that was before the brownies and the coffee ... things would loosen up considerably after that, not only brownies but chocolate mousse, all of which was heavily laced with hashish and Valerie Soames was a nut for chocolate mousse. It would be her undoing!
After Jim Gregson had left Lady Jacqueline Marlsforth, he had wandered around for a while. In fact wandered was not quite the word to describe his action, stumbled would be more like it.
Something very deep had been stirred within him, a part of his true nature that he had been suppressing for the past two years since he had given his Guru his pledge of celibacy. He still couldn't quite understand why he had allowed the Englishwoman to touch him in that way, no-one had touched his cock, not even himself in a long, long while. It was almost, he thought to himself later, as if she hypnotised me.., from the moment I entered the gallery and she found out who I was she put me into some kind of trance!
For a while the disturbed young man toured the Museum in the main square of Santa Fe, absorbing the bloody history of the state and then an overwhelming desire came over him ... he wanted another glass of wine, he just had to have one and for the second time in his lifetime he went against all the standards he had set up for himself. He suddenly found himself walking into a building called La Fonda, there were lots of gift shops full of artifacts but that wasn't what was drawing Jim Gregson's attention, it was the bar he was drawn to, quite definitely the bar! He ordered himself a margarita, a drink he hadn't had since his early drinking days in Texas and then he ordered another just as quickly and drank the two in succession. He sat for a while at the bar, twiddling the glass in his hands and then he ordered a third, it was almost as if someone other than himself was drinking the liquor but already Jim could feel the effects in his sensitive body. Not only that but he could feel a disturbing rumbling in his loins, that bitch of a woman has awoken my sensuality, he thought bitterly to himself, awoken it in a way that Valerie never did.
One of the things that had drawn Jim Gregson to Valerie Soames was her innocence. Not that she had ever pretended to him that she hadn't had lovers, in fact very early on in their relationship he had learned of her fatal fucking session with her step-brother, still he felt in her heart she was pure. She didn't have the seductive quality say of the Lady Marlsforith he had met that day, he just couldn't imagine Valerie coming on to a man that way!
Jim Gregson was beginning to peel off the layers of the change he had forcefully pressed upon himself and little by little the old Jimmy was beginning to emerge. He began to salivate a little now as he thought of returning to the gallery at 6:30 p m. to see Jacqueline, she had indicated to him that they could fuck later on and he couldn't wait to do that... all thoughts of his Guru or his promises to him had fallen away. If he could have looked at himself truthfully in the mirror, he was at this very moment, a lascivious young man with an already semi-erect penis dreaming about plunging into the seductive piece of goods who had sucked his cock that very afternoon. Even his white clothes had taken on a different look, he appeared to be decidedly seedy, that was the only word for him as he proceeded to get a little more drunk by the minute... seedy. Valerie Soames would never have recognized him now!
"What do you mean take off my clothes," Valerie Soames sobbed in a startled voice, "I'm to be naked for your friend Ted Forsythe, what are you talking about, are you out of your mind?"
"I've never been more sane in my life baby," Tim Preston sneered at his step-sister, "I'm telling you that if you care for me at all, you'll do this little thing that I'm asking you to do ... it won't be that difficult, all he wants is to draw your gorgeous body and besides you'd better get used to it, stick around me much longer baby and I'll want to sculpt you."
"But why me?" the young girl asked incredulously, almost as if she were unaware of the beauty and sensuality of her form.
At this point Irene Coleman stepped forward and took her gently by the arm, "because sweetheart you have a lovely body, I can see that through your clothes even. I do it all the time for Ted, it's quite relaxing really and it's a lot of fun to see yourself transformed onto paper, believe me."
"Do you really do it a lot Irene," the young girl asked in a voice that showed how impressed she was by the older woman.
"Sure I do honey. Look at it this way, it's almost like going to a doctor but instead of him examining your body to tell you what's wrong with you, he paints you, he beautifies you."
"I see," Valerie said, a little tingling throb of excitement already beginning to emerge in her breasts.
"And just think if you like to do it, you could earn quite a lot of money posing. I've travelled all around the world on the money I've made as an artist's model."
That did it... the idea of becoming independent, the idea of being able to pay for her own travels. She had already experienced a little anger at the fact that she wasn't able to afford the trip to India, Jim was paying for the whole thing. She wanted to be independent, to earn a little money of her own and she wanted to do it some other way than sitting at a typewriter for seven hours a day or working in a factory. Both ways sounded like death to her.
"Tell you what," she heard Irene saying now, "I'll give you an idea of how the whole thing works," and Valerie drew in her breath as the curvaceous body of the older woman began to reveal itself. She gasped a little as Irene slipped fully out of her dress and exposed her total nakedness to the innocent eyes of the young girl. Valerie gazed at her firm white body, drinking in her breasts, the darling pink nipples already hardening to such a degree that Valerie felt an irresistible urge to suck on one of them. She stopped the thought as it shot into her mind however, amazed at the fact that it had entered her head in the first place, she had never known herself to have such erotic thoughts before today. Irene draped herself seductively around a chair and Valerie couldn't help but notice the openness of her thighs, her pulsating pussy lips and the darling little bud of her clitoris. She turned to look at Tim Preston and she saw that his nostrils were flaring with lust. He really wants her, she thought a little sadly to herself, I'm sure if I wasn't here he'd just fuck her right now. I can't say I blame him though, she reflected, Irene really is a beautiful, sensual woman, that's it, she's not a little girl, she's a real woman.
"Alright," Valerie said boldly turning to Ted Forsythe, "I'll take my clothes off and model for you, Irene has convinced me."
"I'll help you," her step-brother said quickly.
"No thank you Tim, I want to undress myself," Valerie said sharply, anxious to show her step-brother her new found sense of importance and independence.
Slowly but surely the young girl drew her dress over her head, pulled off her bra and then slipped out of her panties until she stood' entirely naked and free. She walked sensually over to another chair and draped herself in an alluring pose just as Irene had showed her.
"Raaaather," smirked Ted, quickly picking up his brushes, "I say, you're a natural Valerie my dear. You and I are going to do business together, I can see that right now. You have a fabulous body."
Valerie Soames blushed a little as the Australian man began to quickly sketch with his paintbrushes but slowly she found herself feeling more relaxed, she started to breathe deeply and she found that she felt quite comfortable naked like this, all three sets of eyes upon her, she actually liked the fact that she was the centre of attention, it felt good. The young girl could have read Ted Forsythe's mind that very moment she probably would have grabbed her clothes and run, but fortunately, for Ted anyway, she couldn't! Ted Forsythe was actually thrilled to be working with a new model but beyond that he was dying to taste a piece of the young girl's pussy. He hadn't had exchange in several weeks and although he adored Irene, he did like to taste a different piece of ass every now and then and this tender, juicy little morsel was just right up his street. He could feel his penis starting to bulge in his pants and he was glad of his painter's smock, he didn't want to frighten the girl off before he was ready to make his attack. Besides, he knew that Irene had a few things she wanted to initiate the young girl into first. He was quite sure that Valerie Soames had never allowed a woman to touch her but he could tell from the way that she was looking at Irene that such thoughts were already beginning to creep into her mind. It's funny, he thought to himself how many chicks who have never eaten a woman's pussy before want to eat Irene's. I wonder what special charm she possesses for women.... I know what she has for me alright, that's not too hard to define but her draw to women is a little more complicated. Well, anyway, I think we're in for quite an evening of sucking and fucking, oh boy, quite an evening!
Jim Gregson was quite sloshed, many would have said drunk if he hadn't been able to maintain his control as well as he was doing. He hadn't felt this way in years, everything was very warm around the edges. That wasn't the difficult thing to cope with though, it was the fire burning in his loins that was driving him crazy. It was almost as if something was fucking him from the inside, he just didn't know what was happening to him but he was darn sure that the Lady Jacqueline would be able to do something about it
It took him longer to find the street than he realized and by the time he arrived there it was almost y:00 p m. Damn it, he snarled as he hammered on the locked door, where is that bitch!
Fortunately, or unfortunately as it turned out later for Valerie Soames, Chester T. Peabody, the owner of the gallery happened to be walking down the street at the very moment that Jim Gregson was thumping on his door. He rushed towards the angry young man and immediately got him to stop hammering on the door at the same time realizing that he was quite drunk. It took him several minutes to get the story straight but finally he realized that he was looking for Jacqueline but that he was engaged to be married to Tim Preston's sister. Chester T. Peabody felt sorry for the young man, he suspected that the Lady J had probably gotten the young man worked up at some point, she always did that to men, young or old. He wanted to help him out and unwittingly he gave Jim Gregson the address of his fiancee's brother. Not only did he give him the address but he drove him to the house ... as he told the young man on his way out of town, he remembered quite well when he was younger tying one on and then trying to find his way home. And anyway it wasn't that far out of his way, he was going home himself and was glad to help out a stranger... one good turn always deserves another, he told him.
Jim Gregson hardly heard a word the older man was saying to him. His first reaction had been one of extreme shock and anger that he wasn't going to get the piece of action that he expected but now he had mellowed out. In fact, the young man was planning something quite different, suddenly he had decided that he was tired altogether of all the restrictions he had been placing on his life, he now intended to find his fiancee and fuck her, he just didn't intend to wait until he got to India. In fact he wasn't at all sure that he was going to India at all.
Lewd images of his young girlfriend began to float through his salacious mind now, nude, seductive poses of her, half naked poses of her wearing black fishnet stockings, a garter belt and high-heeled shoes and nothing else, her delicious firm tits poking out straight and juicy from her chest. Oh God! he wanted to taste her delicious little pussy too, he just couldn't wait and maybe she'd even suck his cock for him. He wanted to make up for lost time, he decided, lots of lost time!!!
Both Ted Forsythe and Tim Preston were sketching now, Ted with paints and Tim with charcoal. The two women had struck this pose now on the couch, both of them entwined in each other's arms and somehow or other Valerie Soames felt protected from their penetrating eyes.
She was beginning to wish in her heart that she had never contacted her step-brother again.
He led such a different life to hers, it was frightening to her. She liked Irene Coleman a lot but she was afraid of her sensuality, she was afraid of what might be unleashed if she spent very much time around her. She couldn't help but notice how attracted to her she was, she had never felt like that toward a woman before and it both excited her and repulsed her. She somehow wished that the two of them could run away together, away from the lascivious glances of these two men of the world, and all other men. She thought of falling asleep in the warm comforting arms of Irene and waking up to see her long raven locks cascading onto the pillow!
She watched the two men also smoking from a little pipe and she knew that it was hashish, she knew what drugs did to one, they made one very sensual and sexual, much more so than was usual and she felt afraid that she could have to perform something at the house that she didn't want to. She saw that Ted was making a sign to Irene, but the older woman seemed to be ignoring her, what can he want, she thought innocently to herself?
Irene Coleman could see quite easily the sign that Ted Forsythe was making at her but she purposefully ignored him. She wasn't ready yet, she wanted to do things in her own way, on her time and he could get lost, she thought angrily to herself. Let the bastards wait, it isn't everyday that I get the chance to introduce a beautiful almost virginal girl to the mysteries of love between women! They just can't wait to ram their hard cocks into her soft white belly, well, they can damn well wait. I'm calling the shots here, she thought smugly. That's all men want, to fuck right away. Women know better than that, it takes time to work up to that. She would show Valerie the softness of a woman, she would give her soft, liquid kisses between her legs, the kind of kisses that brought a sweet, gentle orgasm like the west wind. A woman needed both, she thought to herself, the violent and the soft and most men can't do that, it takes another woman to understand the softness... almost reverently now she vent her head and traced the pure chaste line of Valerie's jaw with her soft moist lips, allowing them to come to rest on the younger girl's mouth. Then slowly, she increased the pressure of her kiss....
It was almost as if Valerie were in a dream, she was still back in the bed, waking up to the sight of the gorgeous older woman, safe in the tranquil rhythm of their lives together.
The subtle pressure of the voluptuous black-haired woman's mouth parted Valerie's lips and the trembling wet tips of their tongues touched. They were entwined on the vine of love, their gently heaving breasts caressing each upon each as they sucked each other's breath ... their bodies melted together as if in a dream and they floated in mutual warmth as if in the glowing sunset of an enchanted evening.
As soon as Irene felt Valerie's fleshy, hair-covered pubic mound swivel slightly and surge against her own, and sensed the electric tingle of desire flowing between their loins, she eased back without breaking their soul-swooning kiss and began to caress the younger girl's taut full breasts, gliding her hand exploringly down the girl's sculptured waist to the enticing swell of her hip, and then back up again to catch one jutting nipple rolling and gently squeezing it in the delicate understanding way only another woman could know. She felt the responsive tremors of delight rippling through Valerie's love-starved body and she grew bolder in her caresses. She trailed her feather-light fingertips down Valerie's spine and across the girl's lust trembling buttocks and towards the hair-lined cleft up between her legs.
Valerie was lost in swirls of drowsy rapture ... like she was sailing down an ocean of bliss. She remembered how many nights after Tim had run away from home she had lain on her bed and fallen to sleep this way. Except that instead of Irene's fingers it was Tim who caressed her, causing her body to tingle ecstatically and. finally as he touched upon her clitoris she would lurch wildly, an unbearable excitement filling her in the anticipation of his rock-hard cock plunging into her yearning vagina-yet that was a daydream and this was a woman now, this was Irene touching her... it was for real!
Her eyes flew open now as she looked directly into Tim's eyes. She could see that he was angry, he wanted her, or was it Irene he wanted ... anyway she could tell that he didn't like having to wait, even though she was sure it was turning him on to watch them, she could tell that by the obvious bulge in his pants. Suddenly she didn't care what he thought of her allowing herself to be kissed by another woman, allowing herself to be sexually aroused... she knew it was a perversion but she didn't care, she would fight her feelings of guilt and shame, she wanted to be liberated!
"What's the matter darling," she heard Irene say, "don't you want to take your pleasure with me ... shall I stop, do you want a man now?"
"No, I want you," Valerie said almost fiercely, "let them watch, I don't care." A lurid chill tremored along her spine as the full extent of her wickedness sank into her numbed brain. But it didn't matter anymore; a wave of masochistic joy flooded over her. She wanted Tim to see how shameless she was; she wanted him to know how vile; to what depths of depravity she could sink. And anyway he was the one who had brought her here and now she was turning the tables, she was taking what she wanted instead of being used!
She squirmed down on the couch now and pulled Irene hard against her. Their bodies flowed together as if they had been created that way. Valerie felt Irene's moist agile tongue snake teasingly between her lips again but she found that it was not as exciting as it had been the first time. Damn, she thought to herself, Tim has put me off.
Irene realized at once what had happened. She would have to arouse the young girl again, she thought to herself. With subtle suctions of her moistened lips she tugged now at the wrinkled bud of Valerie's left nipple, drawing the red flush of life-blood up into it before sinking her mouth avidly down on the tiny shaft of flesh. The older woman sucked hungrily on it, teasing it with her tongue and almost immediately she received a signal from the right breast that it too wanted her warm mouth to suck upon it.
Valerie was still feeling weird, she still couldn't recover that first initial feeling of excitement and sensuality. She felt Irene's mouth on her breasts, she felt her body's arousal and yet she herself didn't feel any joy and she began to yearn to be joyful. She felt the older woman's fingers slide easily into the still moist valley of her cunt and begin to stroke and knead her ditoris, the tautly throbbing little nub of flesh responding only with aching throbs. Oh damn, she thought to herself, why doesn't it feel the way it felt when Tim touched me there earlier? She wanted to climax, she wanted to give Irene something but her body just felt like lead.
Irene was not worried, she knew that she would arouse Valerie, she had initiated too many women not to know that... it just took a little time. She slithered backwards now, trailing wet kisses down the palpitating red-heads belly, until she reached the tufted mound of her warmly perfumed pussy.
The lascivious black-haired woman's eyes glittered salaciously as they zeroed in on the partially spread folds of Valerie's pinkly glistening cunt in its nest of hair, where already the delicate petals of the inner slit was dewed with the tiny drops of moisture. Excitedly, she flicked out her tongue, licking the pungent deliciousness of the tiny bead into her mouth as Valerie cried aloud with the intensity of their first oral-genital contact.
"No ..." she gasped. "No ..." Struggling to a sitting position, the naked young girl tried feebly to push away the black head poised rapaciously just above her helplessly exposed pussy. Her mind boggled at the thought of the awful forbidden act she was being led into now, yet somehow she didn't have the will to resist and she fell back and watched in amazement as the South African woman bent purposefully to her licentious task.
Irene drew the tip of her tongue wetly up from the point where the enticing coral slit met the smooth cleft between Valerie's ass-cheeks, lightly tracing the sensitive fleshy edges of her cuntal lips, reveling in the vibrant tremors which now began to ripple convulsively through the lewdly exposed loins beneath her. Tenderly she brushed aside the sparsely curling pubic hair and spread the moistly pouting pussy lips apart with her thumbs until Valerie's erect and wetly palpitating clitoris came into full view. Voraciously she licked it, sucked it gluttonously into the hot wet cavern of her mouth, rolled her tongue around the trembling taut shaft. And Valerie fell back with a groan of despair.
Valerie couldn't help it, she began to be overwhelmed by lust and she just had to watch the beautiful black-haired woman nuzzling her face into the sensitive flesh up between her tensely spread thighs. She couldn't believe it-but it was true, she wanted to indulge her craving to watch Irene suck her pussy... she was actually enjoying the fact that Ted and Tim were watching her now!
A deeper probe of her voluptuous ravisher's tongue jerked Valerie's head up as though it was a puppet on a string. Instantly she was alive with wilder more frenziedly erotic spasms that billowed and swirled through her belly and loins as she felt the magical kisses, the hot gusts of breath, the miraculously hungry slavering of Irene's tongue lapping in long grazing strokes up and down the sensitive inner flesh of her nakedly splayed cunt. Expelling her breath in a long-drawn hiss as the black-haired woman's tongue-tip caressed her throbbing clitoris, she began tossing her head back and forth in its tangled wreath of red hair as each second brought her vivid new flashes of exquisite pleasure.
Irene, whose volatile loins were afire with tongues of carnal flame, hungrily pressed her lips deeper into the moist velvety cuntal mouth flowering open beneath her, reaching up with both hands to caress the firmly heaving globes of Valerie's breasts, tweaking the quickened nipples in time with the flipping of her tongue at the erectly pulsating clitoris now seized between her small white teeth. The moment was coming quickly-she could sense it-when Valerie would abruptly give into the demands of her own lust and swivel around into the sixty-nine position. She would bury her pale-skinned face into the raven vee between Irene's legs and they would become truly one as only two women making love as equals ever could! The time when her responses to the lasciviously sucking South African woman's mouth were luke warm was over and Irene anticipated the lewd delights to come, she felt her own building rapture soar to new heights as her whole body seemed to become a single delicious cunt beneath it, tongue lashing at the feverishly pulsating clitoris, tongue everywhere in Valerie's delightful pussy, melding its lubricious nectar with her own saliva!
Valerie moaned in lewd abandon, raising her lustful head to watch, allowing it to flail back on the couch, raising it once more, driving remorselessly on towards the hellish climax building deep in her anguished loins. She was deep in her sex dream again, in the little shack in Texas-only this time it was a woman who was driving her over the edge of the cliff, to the edge of sanity-it wasn't Tim this time it was Irene, a woman she had only met just a few hours ago ... yet she no longer cared, she was heedless of everything but her own gratification. "Ohhhhhhhh!" she gasped frenziedly.
"Godddd... never stop! Don't ever stop! You're driving me crazy....."
A few feet away beyond the end of the couch, sweat dewed Tim's forehead as he watched the obscenely coupled pair. "Shit!" he muttered to himself. "This is too much!" And laying aside the forgotten wine glass, he began to rip off his clothes. Seeing the way Irene's lush buttocks flexed and flared in the air as she drove his kid sister off her bean with her punishing tongue was more than he could stomach! Pure animal" lust boiled and foamed through every vein in his body.
"I say old boy," Ted Forsythe began as he watched the young sculptor pull off his clothes, his thick, rigidly throbbing penis spearing ahead of him like a heavy blunt lance.
"Man I've got to suck Irene's cunt," he groaned.
"Let them have their fun old boy," protested the sophisticated Australian.
Tim Preston was not to be denied. He looked at his step-sister Valerie, her eyes were closed, her face flushed with passion, her lower lip drawn back over her teeth. Holy, Smoke! that South African bitch knows what she's doing all right, he cursed to himself. He couldn't wait to have her lips close over his hungry cock.
Listening to the obscene wet sluicing noises of the raven-haired woman's attack on his sister's clitoris, made Tim even more aware of how ready to go his big hard cock was. He would give it to her, she'd drop Valerie's cunt like a hot potato when he joined the scene!
He positioned himself behind Irene's high-swinging buttocks at the end of the couch. Every time she tongue-fucked into Valerie's wetly clasping cunt, her rounded creamy ass-cheeks fanned out backwards, revealing the tight hairless little hole of her anus, and below that the drenched black curls fringing the lewdly splayed pink slit between her own cunt lips. A gust of her wild hot musk odor enveloped him as she writhed beneath his jutting cock.
God, he couldn't wait any longer! With an animal groan, he shoved her shapely legs roughly apart and climbed between them.
Irene gave a muffled gasp of surprise as she felt Tim's talon-like hands dig brutally into the soft flesh of her buttocks, stretching them painfully apart, and she sensed his hot breath blowing on the exposed ring of her anus. Any other time she would have welcomed his long shaft of male hardness there-but right now all her fervent expectations had been building towards the moment when Valerie's soft face would settle between her tender inner thighs and the girl's eager tongue would begin learning its first lesson in love between women. She had been sensing her young companions climbing steadily toward climax for some time ... but so far the selfish innocent had shown no inclination to share her pleasure. Did she need a push, Irene wondered, would Tim provide that push... ?
The sly black-haired woman withdrew her sucking mouth from Valerie's pulsating cunt and gave a little moan of delight, canting her voluptuous buttocks invitingly up towards the man panting behind her on the couch. Tim's intense brown eyes were slitted and the nostrils of his Roman nose flared out like a wild stallion's as he breathed in Irene's exotic odor and sensed her immediate submission to his commanding touch. He had been right! She wasn't fool enough to prefer a slippery little nub of a clit to a hard virile cock! With a savage passion-choked snarl, oblivious to the South African's gasp of pain, he wrenched her resiliently rounded buttocks further apart, exposing the whole enticing plane of her succulent little pussy to his rapacious gaze. The black-fringed outer lips were swollen in arousal and the small fluted inner ones gleamed with the promise of the moistly dilating hole they encompassed. Beyond them nestled the tiny pink tip of her barely visible clitoris.
Tim hunched down further, filling his nostrils with the musky female scent that had been haunting him for months, and parted the hair-lined folds of Irene's cunt with his thumbs, pausing only an instant to relish the mind-blowing sight before he flicked out his tongue and scooped it the full length of the wetly pulsating cleft.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" the lasciviously sucking black-haired South African woman sighed appreciatively. "That feels so goooooood, Tim! I like your tongue in my pussy!"
Valerie had been wondering why Irene had momentarily paused in the exquisite ministrations of her tongue and mouth, half expecting to be surprised by some even more erotic sensation... until she heard the older woman sigh and breathe her step-brother's name. But the moment she heard the hated syllable whispered with such soulful joy by her lover, she understood. Tim! Tim was doing the same thing to Irene that Irene had been doing to her! He was stealing her pleasure! Instantly, she was galvanized into furious action. Scrambling to her knees, she pushed down past the kneeling
Irene to hit out frantically at the young man's red head with her clenched fists. "I want her!" she hissed venomously as he drew back in astonishment. "She's mine! Go away!"
She crouched down between Irene's lewdly uptilted buttocks and her step-brother's face, glaring at him like an enraged cat in defense of her kittens. "Fuck off, kid!" he growled menacingly. "Beat it and leave this to a man who knows."
His words cut off in mid-sentence as Valerie's two legs shot out like coiled springs, her bare feet catching him squarely on the shoulders and knocking him backwards off the couch onto the floor. As he scrambled lithely to his feet and started back towards the angry redhead he thought with a grim inward smile that the kid still had some fight left in her at least!
It was Irene who stopped him from seizing his step-sister and dragging her roughly away. "Ah Tim," she soothed with a secret wink. "Let Valerie have her fun. She only serves to make me juicier for you later on. The night is only just beginning... you suck my pussy now, Valerie darling. Tim, be patient, don't be so selfish."
"Yes," Valerie panted breathlessly, still heaving with emotion and ready to fight for her lover if necessary. "Yes, yes, yes! I promise! Of course I'll suck you. I just wasn't thinking. It was so lovely, I..."
"I understand," the beautiful South African woman smiled at her. "Sooo you let us finish, eh, Tim? Afterwards you and I and hopefully Valerie here will be your slaves for the rest of the evening."
"Okay, baby," the lustfully aroused young sculptor shrugged, his frustration somewhat appeased by the gorgeous black-haired woman's heady promises. "Maybe after the kid gets through sucking your pussy she'll suck my cock."
"Never in your life," Valerie flashed hotly. And she squirmed onto her side with her excitedly flushed face opposite the magnetic raven vee of Irene's pubic curls. She could hardly believe the enormity of what she was going to do but she felt neither fear nor disaster. She only felt a tremulous hope that she could give half the rapturous pleasure she had already received. Timidly she reached out and pulled the arched creamy hips closer to her. Irene obligingly raised one erotically quivering thigh to make room for her nestling red head, and
Valerie licked out wantonly with her small tongue towards the enticingly revealed coral slit with its fragrant exciting odor. The first pungent taste made her head swim with its deliciousness. Excitedly, with increasing boldness, she lashed her tongue through the moist pink folds of the South African woman's hair-rimmed cunt, gulping down the intoxicating juices that welled so steadily from the magic fount, exploring the swollen surface of the throbbing rubbery clitoris and the darkly fluttering passage of the vagina as her own passion of giving soared through her erotically overcharged mind. And as if all this joy in tasting, smelling, feeling and giving wasn't enough, she felt Irene's hair brush silkily against her own thighs and the warm wetness of the older woman's mouth and tongue again seeking the magic lode of pleasure buried in her sensually awakened loins....
Ted Forsythe watched Tim Preston collapse back into the chair, "told you old boy, best to leave the ladies to their pleasure and then take ours ... patience ... patience."
"Look Forsythe, don't rub it in, okay," he groaned, "at least they finally got going." He looked now at the back of his step-sister's head as she thrust her face deeper and deeper into the urgently welcoming folds of her lovemates's fevered pussy.
"Wouldn't be surprised if old Irene didn't plan the whole thing herself, she's a cunning bitch," Ted grinned affectionately.
Suddenly the two men caught the enthusiasm and excitement of the two women and picking up their brushes and pencils they began to sketch again with fury. The only sounds that could be heard in the room was the slight scratching of the artists and the wet juicy sounds of the two women, sucking each other's pussies, giving each other the ultimate erotic experience ... to come with a woman's tongue nestled in your pussy.... Valerie Soames was soaring through space, she was in another world entirely, a world that the innocent girl who had slept at La Fiesta Hotel last night would never have been able to enter.
Jim Gregson had been deposited outside a rather dilapidated adobe house, having been assured by Chester T. Peabody that Tim Preston lived there. As he was driving off he called out something about if Tim wasn't home to try the next door neighbor, another artist, they were great friends he yelled.
The young man tried the first house, it was all in darkness, he looked across to the other equally dilapidated adobe house and saw that it was flooded with light, maybe he's visiting his friend, he thought to himself, it won't do any harm to check it out anyway ... that was where Jim Gregson made his mistake ... or perhaps it wasn't really, everything taken into consideration!
Valerie Soames was lost, swirling in the throes of the most incredible orgasm she had ever experienced in her entire life, she felt as if she were riding wave after wave of the most intense pleasure that a human being could be given, suddenly she heard a loud noise and a scream, her startled head jerked up from Irene's writhing loins and she saw another figure in the room, the face was contorted with rage and it was almost impossible to tell who it was, it was frightening enough, the face looked like it had been given a vision of hell. Who was he, how dare he inter-rupt their love-making, she thought sullenly.
"No, no, no, I can't bear it," the voice screamed bearing down upon the two woman entwined in their lascivious act on the couch.
That voice, that voice, she'd recognize that voice anywhere, "Jim," she screamed in horror.
"What the fuck," yelled Ted Forsythe, throwing down his brushes and advancing towards the raging man, "who is he anyway Tim. Let's get him out of here."
"No leave him Ted, my guess is that he's Valerie's fiancee, let's see what happens," Tim Preston said a little malicious gleam in his eye.
"You whore, you dirty tramp. You won't even allow me to touch your breasts and now you and this bitch are sucking each other's cunts. On your knees you dirty bitch and start praying to God to forgive you."
Valerie fell onto the floor on all fours and she willingly received Jim's hard slapping across her nakedly trembling buttocks. She could hardly believe it but she thought that perhaps Jim was drunk, she'd never seen him in this condition before and she watched in amazement as he started to tear off his clothes.
He turned now to Irene who was still sitting on the couch, her mouth having fallen open in shock as she watched Valerie being beaten and saw that the two men were going to do nothing to stop the action. "You harlot," he screamed at Irene, "on your knees too." With a loud ripping noise, Jim Gregson pulled off his clothes to reveal his huge, lust-swollen cock. The moment Irene saw that, she smiled to herself and fell willingly onto the floor beside Valerie, a cock that size she just couldn't resist.
"Boy," sighed Ted Forsythe finally aroused now, "that's some rod of flesh he's got there, for a man of God he's got a menacing cock," grinned Ted.
"Well if you had been praying for over a year and suppressing your cock, you'd have a mighty anxious tool by now Ted ... go ahead ... join in the fun, there's lots there."
"Join me," Ted asked expectantly. "Think I'll sit this one out Ted, somehow I'd rather draw, I've got a feeling for a new piece of sculpture that could rock the art market like crazy. Be my guest," he said absently his mind already a million miles away, his hand poised over the paper, his eyes staring at the configuration on the floor but with a distant gaze to them almost as if he were seeing beyond them, to what they represented rather than what they were actually about to perform. Ted had seen that look in Tim's eyes before, he knew it was time to leave him alone with his genius.
"Don't worry darling," whispered Irene to Valerie, "let your crazy fiancee have his way and then we'll continue our joy together."
Valerie nodded but she was trembling, in truth she was absolutely terrified, she had never seen Jim this way before, she thought that he had gone absolutely crazy. And his penis, she could hardly believe the size of it, she had never really thought about his cock before but somehow or other she had never imagined that it would be so big, she couldn't imagine having a monster like that rammed into her. She could see by the lust-contorted glaze in his eyes that he wasn't himself at all and she began to whimper helplessly to herself, comforted only by the softness of Irene's body next to her own.
Jim Gregson stared down at the two pairs of rounded buttocks tilted slavishly up towards his furiously throbbing cock with a sense of all-conquering power. By God, when he'd finished with these two lesbian bitches they'd never want another cunt! He didn't know who the black-haired bitch was, but Valerie... all the time that they'd been together he had always treated her so gently, he had thought her so innocent, beyond these perversions and now he thought of all her girl-friends and the many nights they spent together... Shit! they were all probably cunt-lappers! Jim Gregson had regressed, it was almost as if the two years of rigorous training he'd undergone with his Guru had flown out of the door completely and he was just another raging sexual fiend seeking release.
I'll begin with Valerie, he thought to himself, then I'll switch to the other bitch. A little unsteadily he climbed down onto his knees behind Valerie and roughly pried apart the wet, sparsely haired flanges of her dripping cunt. Christ-both of these bitches were juicy and wide open! At least they'd prepared the way for his aching cock, he had two years of frustration to spurt into them.
Inching forward on his knees between his fiancee's legs, he poised the flaring mushroomed head of his potently throbbing cock at the entrance to the quivering little orifice, hooked his long, strong fingers around her hip bones, dug his thumbs into the soft flesh of her ass-cheeks for a good solid grip, and-
"Jim," the terrified girl screamed, "please, you're hurting me!"
Jim Gregson paid no heed to his whimpering fiancee, with superhuman strength he hurled his pelvis against her flinching ass, driving the entire length of his plank-stiff lust-thickened shaft into her wetly quaking pussy in the first mad spine-jarring lunge.
"Aaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhh!" Valerie screamed as, for the second time that day a hard ruthless cock skewered brutally into her tight little vaginal passage on a mission of vengeance.
"N-n-n-n-nnnnuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh!" she gasped when Jim immediately withdrew and slammed all the way back into her in another buttock-splitting rush without giving her a chance to brace herself against the pain. "Nun ... nun! ... Nuh ... Nuh!" The protesting negatives were jolted fiercely from her straining throat as her tormentor's hips rammed against her widespread ass-cheeks at such a furious tempo that a dim hope formed in her mind that he might cum right away and cut short her martyrdom.
Ted Forsythe patiently awaiting his turn, cock in hand behind the obscenely coupled bodies, was thinking the same thing. He's fucking in and out of her like a mad dog, he thought to himself as he watched Jim's thickly glistening cock drill in and out of Valerie's tightly clasping pussy at jackhammer speed. Nobody could keep up that speed for long without shooting his load ... then he, Ted Forsythe would show little Valerie Soames what a real man was like! He watched in amazement as the religious fanatic maintained his insane speed ... the girl was bucking her tautly spread buttocks back to meet him now on the in-thrust, then hungrily milking him with her tightly sheathing vagina on the outstroke! Damn it! there wouldn't be anything left for him at this point... for a pair of religious fanatics, who supposedly don't fuck very much, they're doing better than most, he thought wistfully to himself.
He saw that Irene was engrossed in the mad fucking session taking place before her and Tim was sketching like a fiend ... damn where did he fit in?
"Harder Jim, harder!" Valerie shrieked frantically. "Go on... go on! Fuck me harder... !"
That was the signal Jim had been waiting for. She was almost there ... great... he wanted to give her something to think about, something instead of all the pussies she must have sucked whilst he was being pure and saving himself for their marriage. He pulled out of her hotly clasping pussy and sent her sprawling with a hard shove against her naked buttocks. Then he lunged for the startled Irene, bowling her over onto her back from the sitting position she had adopted, and spearing his wetly gleaming, excitedly lusting cock blindly between her spread legs.
The aroused South African woman seized his steaming shaft and guided it into her already well-lubricated vagina so swiftly that he barely lost a beat of his insane fucking tempo. When he felt the scalding moist flesh of her velvety pussy ripple and flow around his surging entry-arid the expert response of her cuntal muscles to his massive cock-thrusts-he knew he had been right. Yeah, this broad was a man's woman primarily. In no time at all they were fucking together in crazy unison as if they'd been doing nothing else all their lives.
"Ach! OOoooooooooogggggghhhhh! Damnnnnnnnnnn!" Valerie cried in a paroxysm of rage. My God, she'd been so close to cumming, only a fraction of a second away, and the bastard had deliberately left her for Irene! All the tenderness and love she'd felt for the
South African girl vanished in a rush of primitive hatred and loathing such as she'd never felt before. Her lithe, supple body writhed in anguish on the floor and she would probably have thrown herself on Jim and Irene had she not noticed Ted Forsythe standing naked above her, stroking the heavy foreskin back and forth on his thickly erect penis with a lascivious smile on his face. To Valerie the sight of that hard lust-swollen rod was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
"Oh yes .... Ted ... Fuck me," she exclaimed breathlessly throwing her shapely arms up to welcome him, "Fuck me, pleeeease! Fuck me quick!" She hugged his lean compact body against her Wantonly heaving breasts as he sank down on top of her with a complacent chuckle, and gave a deep shudder of relief when she felt the bulging rubbery head of his pulsating cock nosing at the receptively quivering entrance to her overheated vagina. In a moment, he was deep up inside her yearning belly, pistoning in and out of her with slow masterful strokes of his stiffly virile penis that were as confident as those of a long distance swimmer at the beginning of an arduous race... and completely different -from Jim's frantic smacking lunges-in a way even more satisfying. For Valerie realized that Ted in his maturity would be able to carry on fucking her as long as she wished, that there was no hurry, that this slowly unfolding rapture could go on all night if she wanted.
The ecstatic young girl closed her eyes and pulled his mouth down to her swollen lips, feeling his warmth envelope her as they fucked themselves into oblivion.
Jim, as he continually lunged into Irene's responsive pussy with hard jolting strokes, gradually became aware that there were other rhythmic sounds different from those he was making in the room. In his alcoholic daze of lust and vengeance it was the first intimation he had that he was not alone with the two girls! Warily, he raised his head from the passionate black-haired woman's mouth and looked over at Valerie....
Christ Almighty! There was a guy fucking into her with leisurely powerful strokes-and she was obviously in seventh heaven! Her mouth was glued to his, her cheeks hollowed and ballooned as their tongues intertwined, and her slim legs were locked obscenely around his hairy back as she pulled him deeper and deeper into the moist warmth of her insatiable belly. His swinging balls were making lewd flat smacking noises as they stepped wetly against her sweetly upturned buttocks.
"Ted!" Valerie hissed suddenly, the word echoing sibilantly in the room, "stick your finger up my ass! Now!"
Jim couldn't believe his ears. Innocent little Valerie Soames asking, begging a man to .. ? God, what a fool he'd been all along. In one frantic bound he was off Irene and crouching beside the other heedlessly thrashing couple. "Roll her over on her side!" he gritted furiously, grasping Ted's lean shoulder with one of his large hands and menacing with the other balled into a fist. But the threat was unnecessary.
Ted Forsythe looked up at him with a friendly twinkle in his eyes. "Always room for a good man like yourself, old boy," he said. "No need to get all steamed up about it!" And without breaking the steady rhythm of his fucking stroke, he rolled on his side, pulling Valerie with him.
"You want a finger up your ass, you bitch?" Jim snarled at the oblivious girl as he positioned himself behind her and wrenched apart her slippery buttocks. "That would get you really turned on, huh? Shit then, you ought to blow your stack over this!" Aiming his wildly throbbing cock still slippery with Irene's cuntal secretions, at the tiny puckered ring of Valerie's anus, he flexed his hips and lunged.
"AaaaaaaaaaanTrrrnrrrgggggggggggghhhhhhh-hhhhhhh!" the unsuspecting redhead screeched as jagged bolts of agony suddenly seared through every nerve-end in her body, pitching her abruptly out of her dream-world of endless lovemaking and back into the painful initiation she had had with Tim earlier. "No Tim, no," she pleaded, "not that way! Not there, pleeeasssseee! ... If you must do it again, do it the usual way-but not there!"
Another bomb exploded in Jim's already shattered brain. So that young bastard Tim had had her too! Jesus Christ, was there anyone she hadn't opened her legs for since she left him this morning?
"It's not Tim baby," he growled in her ear. "It's the old sucker Jim. Remember me, your fiancee Jim Gregson, Jim... Jim... remember?" Flexing his rangy loins he drilled his long thick shaft deeper into the moist warm channel of her rectum with every word, feeling her hot buttery flesh ripple away from his plowing cock-head, then settle snugly back like a clinging rubber glove around his throbbing shaft. Soon the lust-inflamed member was buried to the hilt between her quaking ass-cheeks. Fascinated, he watched the way the pink flesh of her tight little anal ring clung to the glistening skin of his penis on each withdrawal stroke.
"That's betten than a finger, isn't it. sweetheart," he whispered sadistically and he rammed his violently lusting pole of flesh deep up into Valerie's painfully stretched anal channel once again, gloating over each gasp of pain that he was wringing out of her. She had to pay, pay for his infidelity as well as her own.
After a while Jim became aware of the other man's thick cock plowing into Valerie's cunt on the other side of the thin membrane separating the two passages, and after a while the two forcefully shafting men established a kind of rhythm, buffeting her limp unresisting body back and forth between them in a friendly contest to see who could fuck the hardest and deepest.
Irene watched this brutal double impalement, of her new friend for a while, then she heaved a sigh of resignation and stood up. She knew that the girl would spring to life pretty soon, probably screaming for more and more. She would never be the same though, the sweet innocence that she had experienced with her would be gone. Too bad, she thought, but then it had to go sometime!
Suddenly Irene's ears picked up, she heard someone yelling outside and she pulled aside the curtain to see the vivacious form of Tim's girlfriend, the Lady Jacqueline Marlsforth. Oh no ... no, thought Irene, she's headed this way, oh dear God! she's going to get a shock.
"Tim, Tim, where are you," the Englishwoman called out, and before Irene could warn anyone the Lady J burst into the room, just as a deep guttural moan started in Valerie's throat, "Uuuuuunnnnnnnnggggghhh-hhhhh!" she groaned, "Rrrrrraaaaaaggggggggg-ggghhhhhhh!" Her sandwiched body began threshing wildly back and forth between the mercilessly skewering cocks of the two powerful men in front and in back of her. Her eyes rolled up into her head so that only the whites were visible and further inarticualte sounds gasped from her writhing lips.
"What the fuck," gasped Jacqueline turning to Tim but getting no response from him as he frantically drew the writhing threesome in front of him. Lady J knew better than to talk to Tim in this state, she'd seen him like this many times before, his eyes were glazed and far-seeing, it was impossible, neh, dangerous to try to interrupt him in this state.
"Irene, what's going on here," she demanded of the South African girl.
"What does it look like Jackie," she smiled sweetly, stroking the seductive young woman's arm meaningfully as if in promise of further exploitations.
"Yes! Oh, yes, yes, yes!" A jubilant cry of joy broke from Valerie's throat-and as if it were a command to charge and scale the heights of orgasm all three writhing bodies on the floor immediately doubled the insane rhythm of their plunging thrusts and counter-thrusts.
"Ahhhhhhhh! Oh my goodness! Oh fuck, oh fuck!" Forsythe groaned as the first blasts of his scalding cum rocketed deep into Valerie's tight little cunt and he sensed the mad staccato jerking of the other man's long cock cumming on the other side of the thin wall of flesh that separated them.
"Aaaaaaiiiieeeeeeee! ... Aaaaaiiiiiiieeeeeee! ... Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiieeeeeee!" Valerie chanted triumphantly as she felt her twin passages simultaneously flooded by boiling squirts of life-giving sperm. "I'm c-c-cummmmmmmmmmiiiiiinnnnggggggg!"
"Jesus... !" Jim gasped, collapsing over Valerie's sweating back as his exhausted cock gave one last agonizing lurch to empty, he was certain, his balls forever! God, there'd never been another one like that!
Well, thought Lady J to herself as she looked and recognized the young man from earlier in the day, I knew that he would be a good fuck. I wonder if I'm going to get a piece of the action at all tonight?
The threesome was still lying on the floor, their naked bodies entwined, Irene and Jacqueline stood over them, almost hypnotized by their energy. Only Tim moved, he jumped up, said a few hasty, see you in a few days and darted home.
The Lady Jacqueline Marlsforth turned to watch her lover leave, blowing him a few kisses as he catapulted out of the room. "Well," she said a little sadly, "that's the last I'll see of him for a few days, you know what he's like Irene when he gets into a new scuopture, he's totally incommunicado. I don't care, I know where he is at least and anyway it's good, he hasn't been inspired in a while. Obviously this whole scene really sent him into outer space."
"How about a little smoke Jacqueline," Irene purred, knowing how much the Lady Jacqueline liked hashish. "We've got some great new stuff over here."
The two women moved to the far corner of the room, Ted Forsythe sensing the smell of the hashish pulled himself up from the threesome, patting the other two participants on the head, edging his way towards the two beautiful women and the hash pipe. He knew where his loyalties lay at a time like this.
Valerie Soames and Jim Gregson still lay entwined in each other's arms, neither quite daring to look at the other. Jim knew that he would have to be the first to break the ice, suddenly all anger had fallen away from him and he saw his fiancee as a girl who somehow or other had been trapped into this whole thing, he too had used her and now he felt just a little bit guilty.
"Val, I don't know what to say," he said quietly, softened considerably by the shattering orgasm he had just received.
"Me neither," she confessed, "do you still hate me?"
"Funnily enough I don't, how about you," he asked anxiously.
"No," she sobbed, suddenly allowing the tears to flow down Tier face, coming as a relief to the intensity of the experience she had just been thrown into.
"Do you think we could start again," he whispered gently, "different this time though, no pretenses. You know Valerie I don't think I can be celibate any longer, I mean again that is, I know I've broken my vow. It was hard for me, hard for any full-blooded man I think. I just want to be with you though, I don't want to be with a whole group. We're different from these people Valerie, you know they are artists, artists are different."
"I know what you mean Jim. I just want to live a normal life with you, have kids, you know," she said shyly, lowering her lashes seductively.
"Yes, yeah, not for a while though," the young man echoed gathering his fiancee up into, his arms and rocking her back and forth..
The older threesome looked across at the reunited couple. "Well, we have that to be pleased about," beamed Ted Forsythe, "I think that young couple's relationship was headed for the rocks but now it looks rather secure don't you think."
"You old dog," beamed Irene, "you haven't lost your touch."
"Neither have you my dear," echoed Ted Forsythe patting Irene Coleman on her shapely buttocks.
"You two are just too much," giggled Lady Jacqueline Marlsforth, "I can see that until Tim emerges from his latest sculpture, I'm going to have to spend a lot of time around you two. Think you can manage me," she whispered sexily, licking her lips and shyly touching Irene's buttocks.
"You bet Jackie, I've been waiting for a taste of your pussy for a long time."
"Me too," joined in Ted Forsythe, "oh my, don't we artists have all the fun," he chortled suddenly grabbing the two ladies and pulling them into his manly frame. "Now or later ladies."
"A little later, how about a little wine, a little smoke, send the doting couple off for the night and then we'll all settle down for some real fun," Irene grinned lewdly.
"Oh Irene, you have the best ideas, I must say," the vivacious Lady Jacqueline Marlsforth beamed, "just absolutely the best ideas in the world!"
