This very warm Friday night in late June was, Rachel Woodling wryly remembered, a very special kind of anniversary, and one which her husband could not have been-and would never be-expected to remember. For it marked the final day of the month-long compact she had made with Heather and young Tim. And now, as she prepared supper for the three of them (for Timothy Woodling, having finished his final trip to the New York firm and received enthusiastic approval for a series of future campaigns, was expected back about ten tonight), she had not the slightest regret over having made it on their vindictive terms.
There was chicken salad and the iced tea she had made-with plenty of lemon slices, and baked hot biscuits with honey and butter set out on the table. And there would be a home-made banana split for dessert.
"There we are," she said as she set the tray down and began to serve Heather and young Tim. "It's really too hot for a roast or anything like that, and I hope you'll have enough to eat."
"It looks just fine, Mother," Heather smiled up at her, and, with a thoroughly feminine gesture she never would have affected a month or more ago, put a hand back to her hair to straighten a wayward curl.
"So you've definitely set a date with Arnold, dear?" Rachel seated herself at the table and began to break open a biscuit and generously butter it.
"Uh huh. The fifteenth. He wants a big church wedding-me, I'd rather settle on City Hall. Yummy, this salad really is super, Mother!" Heather enthused.
"Well, dear, I wouldn't dream of advising you, it's your decision. Only, if I were a girl your age getting married for the first time, I'd want all the trimmings, just so I could remember all the romance about it for the rest of my life," Rachel tactfully volunteered.
"That's what Arnold keeps saying. Oh well, I might just break down and give in. He's sort of a nice guy, you know. And hey-thanks for bringing us together." Heather lowered her eyes demurely and her creamy cheeks grew red.
"Thank you, darling," Rachel smilingly corrected.
For a moment, Heather was busy with her salad. Then, putting down her fork, she glared at the blond boy across the table. ~"Hey, little brother, aren't you forgetting something?"
"Oh-gee, yeah-" now it was Tim's turn to color hotly and then to look down and fumble with something in his lap. "Mom, I-I want to give you something."
"What is it, Tim dear?"
"Here. You know." He held out a round metal canister towards Rachel. "That movie we took-you know-you can burn it or cut it up and put it in the garbage.”
"Oh?" her eyebrows arched as she casually added, "But I thought you wanted to keep it."
"Of course the little monster's not going to keep it," Heather interrupted in a patronizingly mature tone of voice. "We both-well, what Timmy's trying to tell you, Is just that you've made Daddy happier than we've seen him ever since Mom-our real mother- died-and I guess we were off base trying to make life hell for you. So I'm apologizing for us both right now, if it's okay."
"We'll just forget all about it," Rachel Woodling softly replied. "I know very well how much you both loved your mother, and I -didn't come here with any intention of making either of you give up any part of that love. Fact is, I think It proved what a really wonderful wife and mother she must have been to have made you both so loyal to her. I only hope some day someone will say the same nice things about me.
"Nobody better say you aren't okay while I'm around to hear it," young Tim suddenly fiercely interposed, then again colored self-consciously.
"Hear, hear," Heather giggled. Then, squirming in her chair, she drawled, "You know, I once called you a strictly amateur headshrink. Only now, well, seems to me you're a lot better than the pros. I certainly couldn't have found a terrific guy like Arnold on my own. And I can see why Timmy here isn't bothering about his collection of dirty books and movies, now that he's been fixed up right and proper.
"Aw, dry up, for criyi, Sis," Tim pleadingly groaned.
But Heather maliciously persisted: "Only trouble is, now what are you going to do when your heartthrob's going to get married-that's right, isn't it, Mother?"
"Quite right, dear," Rachel smilingly put in. "Dinah told me just this morning she and Mr. Gregory are going to be married in two weeks and then spend their honeymoon in Hawaii, where your father and I had ours."
"Mom, I've sort of been thinking," the blond adolescent hesitantly interposed.
"Now there's a switch!" came from Heather.
"Aw, cut it out, Sis-hey, Mom, tell her I've got the floor… look, I figured maybe this fall I could transfer to Senn High. I've sort'a fed up with Chicago Latin anyway. And-well, there's lots of cute girls over at Senn, and I'd have lots more chances to date than where I am now. What do you think, Mom?"
"I think a public school would be a very worthwhile experience for you, Tim dear. Now what about that banana split? I've got maraschino cherries and some whipped cream, and it won't take a minute to put some pecans through the grinder."
Rachel had gone to her room to change into a Chinese blue silk cheong-san, slashed high along her left thigh to show a daring glimpse of the darker top of her smoke-hued nylon stocking, and donned a new pair of elegant black leather pumps with three-inch spike heels. Timothy Woodling's plane had been delayed by mechanical trouble, and he hadn't got home till quarter past eleven, by which time Heather and young Tim had retired to their rooms And, learning that he hadn't had much of a meal aboard the plane because the heating system had broken down so that the food containers had turned cold, she had insisted on preparing scrambled eggs with mushrooms and some whole wheat toast and coffee for the handsome gray-haired advertising executive.
He had insisted on helping her with the few dishes and followed her into the kitchen. "I'm happy to say that this is the last trip to New York for a long while, if I have anything to do with it, honey;" he declared.
This time, I brought along Max Colby, and they like him well enough to let him rep us for the agency out there. Which means I'll have more time for you.
Slyly, he reached over to untie the apron strings so that the lace-trimmed apron fluttered to the floor. "Hey, honey, I like this Chinese thing you've got on. I can sneak my hand up-" he suited action to word, gliding his right palm along the slit of the glossy blue garment till it disappeared along the welt of her nylon stocking.
"Not yet, you naughty boy you! I do declare, feed a man and he turns out to be a sex fiend in his own kitchen," Rachel laughed contentedly as she gently pushed his hand away and moved a few steps out of reach.
"Not in the kitchen, woman. I'm still the old-fashioned kind of lecher who prefers the privacy of the bedroom."
"And that's where we're going in a jiffy, darling. Mmm, but I'm happy to have you back home," Rachel turned and swiftly hugged him, her lips pressing amorously to his.
When the kiss ended, Timothy Woodling's face was flushed. "I'll let you in on a little secret, Rachel darling. Time was when I used to be a little scared to come back home. But the last week or so, this house seems to have had some very gratifying changes. For instance, the news about Heather-I think that architect's perfect for her."
"Probably, darling, because he reminds her so much of you."
He held her by the hips, his eyes searching her lovely face. "You've been psychoanalyzing around here, woman. Well, I won't ask for any details, I'm just happy about the results. Heather's been calling you 'Mother' and even Timmy calls you 'Mom,' and now that they've accepted you, you and I can start being selfish and think about ourselves."
"That's exactly what I've been hoping for, dearest, and that's why I've used a little basic psychology, to quote from your expression. Even with Timmy."
"What about that boy? Last weekend, he practically floored me by asking if I'd let him transfer to Senn. That'll save me a handsome annual tuition fee, I can tell you. And he doesn't seem to pal around any more with that Jeff Morley, whom I never did think was too healthy an influence on the boy."
She stroked his cheek tenderly, kissed him on the tip of his nose. "Tim might just resent your calling him a boy anymore, darling. I've been a bit responsible for his change in attitude, you might say.
"Now there I'm going to ask about your methods. Whatever they were, they worked like a charm."
She crinkled her dainty nose at him. "It was simple. I just fixed him up with his first girl. You know my sexy receptionist down at the shop, the one with the golden hair and the pink skin-"
"And the big tits-sorry, that slipped out," he grinned.
"I'll forgive you. Well, Dinah and Timmy got together and she made a man of him, so he doesn't feel rejected any more and he doesn't have to lock himself up in his room with naughty books and movies. I rather think at Senn he'll be finding himself a steady girlfriend."
"You're amazing, Rachel!"
"Then you're not angry at me for meddling? And there'll be no serious involvement for Timmy; Dinah's getting married any day now."
"I'll only be angry at you if we don't get to bed damn fast, young woman!" and once again he slyly tried to slip his hand up the slit in her cheong-san.
"Oh, all right, you impatient, wicked, sinful rapist you, come along to bed," she giggled, taking him by the hand and leading him out of the kitchen.
Once they were inside his bedroom, the door safely locked behind them, she turned to Timothy Woodling, fused her mouth to his, her left arm round his waist, and 'foraged with her other hand to yank down his zipper till he groaned to feel her slim long fingers tantalizingly clasp the head of his already violently swollen cock. "My God-oh, Rachel, I swear you're making a new man out of me," Timothy Woodling gasped. Then he groaned again: as he kissed her again, her soft tongue unexpectedly flickered between his lips, while her soft fingertips nuzzled the aching head of his cock. "Rachel-what's come over you anyway?"
"I just happen to be very much in love with my husband, dearest. And in lust with him, too. Any objections?"
"If this were Midvictorian times, you could be divorced as a fallen woman, young lady," he hoarsely joked, his hands rising to knead her pear-firm breasts through the clinging cheong-san. "Thank God we're a hundred years away from those double standards!"
She reached back to undo the oval bun of raven hair at the back of her head; she had let her hair grow long the last few weeks so that it would look much more feminine. Now, loosening it and letting it fall in a glossy black cascade past her shoulders, and seeing the flickering glow in his narrowed eyes, she smiled at the justification of that change. "Take off all your clothes, then undress me, Tim dearest," she urged in a throaty whisper, her eyes fixing on the swollen shaft that thrust out boldly from his unzippered fly. "Tonight I'm going to be your own private call girl."
"Rachel! God, you're so beautiful tonight and how I want you!" he said thickly as he hurriedly undressed. She watched him, her face rich with color, her superb pear-firm bosom rising and falling erratically against the tight embrace of the cheong-san.
As he let his shorts slip down, he turned to the light switch at the side of the door, but Rachel stopped him with a husky "No, leave them on, please, lover! Your New York redhead kept hers on, didn't she? Now you come over to me and show me some attention!"
Naked but for socks, Timothy Woodling quickly moved to her, and her arms enfolded him as he tremblingly tugged down the tiny zipper at the neck of the Chinese garment; then, gathering the glossy fabric, pulled it up over her head and tossed it onto a nearby chair. He stepped back, uttering a strangled cry of amazement: she wore only a filmy black net bra and narrow black satin elastic garter belt to hold up her gauzy smoke-hued nylons. And, exactly like Eleanor, she had dipilated herself: the soft pink lips of her exquisite cunt brazenly, palpitating, proffered themselves to sight and tough. "R-Rachel-my God-Rachel-" he breathed.
"I said I wanted to be your very own special, private call girl, lover. And now that Heather and Timmy are at last out of our hair, we can celebrate our own independence and be as shameless and loving as we want, can't we?"
"By God, I'm sure going to try to fill the bill," he panted as he lifted her up in his arms, laid her down on the bed, then moved beside her and turned to her, stroking her belly and thighs with impatient fingers while his mouth fixed on the dark, tumescent tip of a quiveringly responsive nipple through the sheer bra.
"Ooooh, Tim, obh, lover," she rapturously moaned, now our honeymoon is really starting! I want to do everything for you, and I do mean everything!"
"Rachel, I swear I don't know what magic you've been using on me and the kids, but I'm all in favor of it!"
"Let's just say I learned to adapt myself to the situation as it arose, lover. And now if my lord and master will kindly roll over onto his back like a sultan taking his ease, his newest slave girl will try her utmost to keep him occupied for a good part of the night."
Timothy Woodling eagerly, breathlessly, obeyed. Rachel knelt up, reached behind her to doff the bra and toss it gayly towards the chair, then cupped the olive-tinged firm jutting pears of her tits as she smiled provocatively and offered them to her husband's rapt gaze. Next, slowly, lowering her palms to his hips, she crouched down to let him watch her tits dangle like two tempting, ripe love-fruits and approached her soft red lips towards his throbbing, savagely upright cock.
"Rachel-what-what are you doing to me-" he raised his head, enthralled.
"Just what any loving wife ought to do for her husband so he doesn't have to look for it away from home, darling. Do I shock you too much?"
"N-no, not that, only-" his face flamed as his voice grew unsteady.
"Tim lover, all my younger co-workers talk about at the shop is that this is the age of the sexual revolution, of throwing away silly puritanical inhibitions. Not that I'm joining any movement, I'll have you know, but I've just come to the conclusion that if two people love each other very dearly, there's nothing in their entire intimacy that can be wrong if they do it spontaneously with the notion of giving as well as taking pleasure."
"Rachel, I'm just beginning to wake up to just how lucky I was to find you," he breathed, shuddering as he avidly contemplated her thrilling all-but-nakedness crouching there before him, her olive-sheened, coral tipped, pear-tits swaying tantalizingly, her eyes humid and eager as they returned his gaze without the least flinching or coyness. And in her suggestive "slave girl" costume of garter belt and hose, she suddenly became for him even more fascinating than that red-haired young courtesan at whose inventiveness he had marveled and through whose spontaneity he had first found his manhood restored.
"That goes both ways, dearest, so please won't you just relax now and enjoy," she whispered with a saucy wink that made him shiver with the frantic speculation of what their really just commencing conjugal life was going to be like in the unencumbered years ahead.
Again she bowed her raven head. Then her soft lips slowly absorbed the entire head of his aching cock, and began to draw on it with a soft suctioning sound that sent fiery waves racing through his veins.
"Oh God-ahh-why did I have to wait ten lonely years to find you after Grace left me?" he groaned. "Ohh Rachel, baby, I'm going to try like hell to make up for all that wasted time from here on in-ohh- ahh-if you keep that up, you sweet devil you, I'll lose every drop saved up from New York-ohh, Rachel, you're the best call girl yet!"
For to his ecstatic, shuddering delight, his mature brunette wife, herself savoring the candid joy of discovering her own newly acquired erotic talents and proffering them now, finally, solely for the pleasure of the husband she had fought to win, had darted out her soft pink tongue and begun to rasp it delicately all over the straining, velvety-taut tip of his cock, then round and round and over every cranny of the enlarged, swollen glans till at last her titillating warm soft membrane had reached the ultra sensitive circumcisional groove. And now, her slim fingers gently stroking and applying tiny little love-pinches to the bulging, dark-veined shaft, Rachel herself was able to discern the agitated throbbings and lustful yearnings that swirled and seethed in his virile loins, that made the gnarled, hairy sacks of his testicles lift and swell and contract with mounting fury.
He was trembling, speechless now; Rachel's beautifully forthright initiative had left him with no further, shadowy doubt of her passionate sincerity. Even his beloved first wife, for all her gracious, eager acceptance of their bedding, had never displayed such fervent imagination. Now Rachel moved forward on her knees alongside him, her fingertips caressing his heaving chest and sides, to bend her head down to his and affirm with a long, exquisitely warm and moist kiss her own responding ardors. His hands reached up greedily to cup and knead and mold the swelling olive satiny pears of her superb naked tits, and she gasped, softly to feel her skin prickle from the waves of fiercely kindled erotic sensations that grew more and more potent and frequent within her body.
Then, supple, youthful, fluid in her movements, she turned and flung herself on her back, awaiting him, thus granting him by this symbolic movement the full authority of his totally empowered manhood. As he turned to her on his side, his left arm slipping under her shoulders, he forced her to yield her mouth. His tongue tentatively explored between her readily parting lips, and he felt her own tongue wantonly rub against his, sending a galvanic current of lust electricity through his entire being. His right hand began to caress her warm soft belly, his thumb pad rasping deliciously in the niche of her navel till she squirmed. and murmured softly in her own excitement. Then his hand lowered to pal plate with grazing, lingering touches the soft pink, moist and now twitching lips of her luxuriously silken cunt. And from her passionate little gasps and sighs, the quickened gusts of breath from her flaring nostrils, the involuntary startings and shiverings of her body, he learned that she was as feverishly receptive for the fucking as he.
His forefinger brushed the dainty, yet now hardening nub of her cunt, and it was as if a furious rippling current had been set off in her. One knee rose up and swung far to one side, her buttocks contracted and then arched off the sheets as her arms frantically crushed him to her, her tongue delving wildly and rapturously inside his mouth. He followed their tensing exhortation to roll atop her, and Rachel groaned aloud as she spread her thighs to grant him total access to her burningly tumescent cunt. He could feel the indescribable bliss-torment of his achingly turgid cock slip at once into the already lubricated lobby-way of her vulva, and as his hands slid under her arching, squirming naked hips to guide and steer her through the rushing tides of their lust-journey, he thrust himself home to the balls in a slow unbroken movement that made their cohesion total, undenied, intolerably intense.
Her eyes closed, Rachel waited a rapt moment till she felt the maddeningly tantalizing rhythm of her secret womanhood respond: she gloried in the constriction of her cuntwalls as they clamped against his imbedded cock to imprison him. Her eyes were luminous and dilated as. she looked adoringly up at him. "Ohh, this is so good, my darling," she panted, "don't hurry, make it last forever! Ohh, how good it's going to be for both of all for all the nights we have ahead of us, my darling, my lover, my strong, sweet wonderful man!"
"You beautiful, artful, maddening witch," he muttered, kissing her eyelids and the flaring wings of her nostrils. "I knew I wanted you this way the first moment I walked into your shop, but I couldn't dream even then it would be like ~turning the clock all the way back to the first time I ever wanted to fuck a beautiful woman. You've given me back my youth, Rachel dearest"-and then, embarrassed by the solemnity of his words at so blazingly carnal a moment, he bent his head to whisper into her ear, "Yes, and I hope you can feel what else you've brought me, you outrageously sinful little amateur call girl you!"
"Oh yes, yes, I can-oh, I want to feel it moving up and down inside my cunt, lover! But don't you dare hurry-ohh, Tom, my wonderful manly husband and lover, make my cunt feel it awfully hard-ahh-yes- ohh dearest, dearest yes like that, just like that, only harder with your big hard cock inside my squirmy little cunt!"
He ground his teeth to hold back the bubbling spunk that surged furiously to the twitching lips of his meatus, to hear her sweet mouth fashion such lust-kindling words. Her thighs had locked possessively over his now as he began very slowly to move back and forth inside her quaking cunt, as it was his turn to savor the indescribable tantalization of the spasmodic "kisses" which her cuntwalls had begun to inflict against his turgid cock, as if urging him to hasten and explore their nethermost recesses.
And at last he knew that tonight would challenge all his passion and potential as a lover; now at last his mind was freed from the anxieties of bending the temperaments of Heather and Tim to Rachel's far more pliant nature. There would be no further excuse for him to neglect this treasure of a woman, mature and yet youthful of body and amazingly now revealing herself to have the secret proclivities of a gifted concubine as well as the settling influence of a friend and counselor to Tim and Heather.
For now, he could give himself up to the pleasures of the rampant, hungering, unashamed and eager flesh. And with a groan of joy to realize such good fortune, he drew his cock slowly back to the very rims of Rachel's quivering cunt, his fingers moving under her to grip the ripest curves of her satiny warm buttocks, and with a sudden lunge, transfixed her to his very hilt.
"Ahh, darling-ohh, it's so wonderful," she moaned, her tongue then darting feverishly into his mouth, her fingertips restlessly moving over his neck and back and shoulders. She shifted her stockinged thighs till they flexingly locked over his sinewy buttocks, weaving and grinding against him, wanting to absorb more than he had to give of that vital, thrilling hard, swollen implement which was making her womb fairly seethe with turbulent desire.
Again he drew back, feeling himself radiantly young again, immortal by the magic of Rachel's flesh-bounty, and the hot sweet clash of their bellies as he thrust home again and the flattening of her dark-tipped panting naked breasts intensified this rapt illusion. He could feel the constant fluxions of her thigh muscles as those satiny nylon-sheathed columns wrapped round his buttocks, clenching him as passionately as the now feverishly tumescent walls of her fully attuned soft cunt were clenching against his probing cock.
His mouth feasted on the turgescent dark coral bud of a nipple as, shifting his hands under her flexing, surging naked bottom, he dug his fingertips into the inner edges and bridging the sinuous ambery creasage; riding her hard now, casting aside all constrain In the knowledge that she shared his fervent lust. In return, Rachel scored his sides with her fingernails, constantly shifting her stockinged legs over his upper thighs and buttocks, her mouth sealed to his and their tongues exchanging furious frictioning parries. He could feel the rapid pounding of her heart as his chest pressed down her heaving bosom, and he continued to drive back and forth inside her torrid, quaking cunt with an assurance he had never till this moment known with her. Only vaguely was he aware that he had at last conquered the plaguing ghost of prematurity which had so often haunted and destroyed their passionate union.
Rachel shuddered, her eyes rolling, glassy with desire, as little whimpering moans exuded from her lips; he had bowed his head again to suck one of her nipples, drawing It out tautly till the sweet pangs made her writhe in enervation; his fingers edged ever closer to the sensitive crevice between her tensing buttocks as he steered her towards the culmination of this Elysian fuck. Deep, hilting her each time now, drawing back slowly, then probing to his balls with a renewed thrust, he felt the churning excitement of her vaginal sheath responding to his unwavering, insistent phallic assault.
"Ohh, Timothy-ahh-oh my dearest darling, it's so wonderful, so truly wonderful-now, now, do it hard to me, fuck my cunt, my darling husband, fuck it good and hard," she moaned.
As it had been in that call girl's apartment, when Eleanor had magically drawn his nerves to the exquisite fraying point and then even beyond the pitch he believed possible, so now Rachel's lascivious appeal stirred within him the volcanic fury of an elemental release. With a sobbing cry, Timothy Woodling slipped a forefinger into the perineal groove and Inserted the tip just inside Rachel's dainty-petalled anus, while at the same instant he drew back to the brink of her throbbing cunt, then thrust a final, triumphant time till they merged in ultimate cohesion.
He felt himself caught up in the crashing whirlpool of lust, shattered and hurled in the timeless void as his viscous essence drenched her shuddering cunt sheath; at the lash of that hot fluidity, Rachel sank her teeth into his shoulders, flung her knees up wide on either side of him, then clashed them together over his hips and glued herself wantonly to his straining body as her own furious release came upon her.
At long last he raised his flushed face from her panting naked bosom, and tenderly murmured, "That's the way I dreamed I could love you, my wonderful Rachel, and you've made me young enough to do it – oh my dearest girl, my darling!"
Then, as if abashed at his own audacious lechery, he rolled off her, stammeringly apologizing, "My God, I'm a clumsy oaf. I must have crushed you, honey!"
"Mmm, and It felt so lovely too-I want you to do it that way to me all the time from now on," Rachel sighed- dreamily. With lazy, adoring eyes, she watched him enter the bathroom, and smiled to herself. There was still a final surprise in store for her rejuvenated husband…
When at last she crept out of his bedroom, having put back on the cheong-san, it was after they had cuddled side by side, sharing a cigarette, making plans for the future. Perhaps, Timothy Woodling had eagerly intimated, after Heather was married and there would be more room for them both in the old house, they might think of having their own child, conceived in blazing, rapturous passion such as tonight's union had proved they could equally share. And Rachel had gently bent to kiss his cock and murmur, "Yes, my darling, I want your child distilled out of this glorious organ which let me taste such untold pleasure as your lover."
As she moved silently down the hallway, her eyes serene and luminous with the knowledge of a marriage reclaimed and forged into an infrangible, cherishable pledge of happiness for the future, Rachel Woodling knew there was one final thing she must do, so that both Heather and Heather's father would comprehend what singular, mystic bond had drawn them together and yet at the same time evoked such rancor between all of them. She had already gone to the redhead's room just before going back to the kitchen to prepare Timothy's late snack, and now it would be time.
Gently, she turned the knob of Heather's bedroom door and entered. The lush young redhead, in a yellow shortie nightie and mules, was seated in front of her dressing table, combing her hair and examining herself intently in the mirror.
"Rachel-I-I'm scared-what will he think-" she rose, her face crimsoning adorably.
"Shh, darling. I'll be there with you. After all, you're not the only sophisticate of this family, you know. Now come along. You know, deep down inside of you, you've always wanted this to happen.
"Y-yes-and that's why I'm so wild about Arnold-"
"And that's also why you never really wanted to go out dating, like any girl your age, my darling. But just for once, and Arnold won't ever know, you're going to have your heart's desire."
Heather moved beside Rachel, still blushing, and, impulsively hugging her, whispered, "You mean, my pussy's desire, don't you, Mother?"
"Of course, my darling. You see, you and Timmy, though you didn't think so at the time, really helped me turn into the kind of woman your father needs. And that, young lady, is why tonight is going to be the one and only time-because my pussy needs his wonderful cock too and lots more than yours, because I'm older and he's the only man I want. Now that's enough talk-come along, dear!"
As they started down the hallway, the lovely redhead again hugged Rachel and whispered, "Oh, I do love you, Mother-yes, I can say it and mean it now, I do!" It was Rachel who opened the door of Timothy Woodling's bedroom and gently pushed the quivering, blushing young woman inside, and stepped in and quietly closed the door. Heather shivered, ran her slim hands down her flanks, then stooped to tug off the nightie and let it fall to the floor, kicked off her mules, and moved towards the wide double bed in which Timothy Woodling lay on his side, a smile on his lips, fallen into a rewarding sleep.
Holding her breath, Heather clambered in beside him, fitting her creamy body against his, spoon fashion, and then shamelessly reached over with her soft questing hand to find his dormant cock and to caress it lingeringly.
He groaned in his sleep and squirmed. Heather, twisting felinely away, gasped with excitement as he rolled over onto his back. Stroking his face with one hand, leaning to him on her side, she continued the gentle, evanescent touching of his slowly stiffening cock with the fingertips of her other hand, descending them to caress his balls and scrotum and the insides of his thighs. Rachel, watching in the darkness, left her cheong-san slip to the floor and was naked in her garter belt and nylons.
"Daddy darling, wake up and fuck me," she heard Heather whisper huskily. Spellbound, and -feeling her own womanly' tides swell again within her loins, Rachel moved beside the bed, seating herself at the foot, leaning forward to watch in the shadows. She saw Heather's soft palm clasp round Timothy Woodling's now visibly resurgent cock, then the girl's head bowed down towards it and she heard the moist sucking sound of a passionate and prolonged kiss. Then, nimbly, the naked young redhead swung over him and fused her supple warm creamy body to his wiry nakedness. Her palms cupped his cheeks and stroked them as her lips merged with his, her tongue tip just probing between.
In the drowsy torpor that precedes wakening, Timothy Woodling instinctively reached his arms round Heather's smooth bare back, sighed deeply, murmuring, "Darling, oh, my lovely girl!"
"Yes, Daddy, your girl!" Heather passionately whispered. Arching herself a little, and then bearing her weight down on her knees, she grasped her throbbing cockhead with left thumb and forefinger, while her other hand yawned open the pink orifice of her eager cunt, and fitted him inside her. Then, with a sobbing groan of ecstasy, she sank slowly down to impale herself.
"R-Rachel darling-I-oh you sweetheart-what a way to wake a man up, I-what you're not-H Heather-oh my God-what-Heather, what are you-" he stammered hoarsely.
"Shh, Daddy," Heather panted, squirming lasciviously over him and slipping her hands under his wiry hips, just for tonight I want to be your little girl. just like your red-haired Eleanor-uh huh, Mother told me about her, Daddy, and so tonight I want to take her place just this once-please let me!"
"Heather-it's wrong-I shouldn't let you-no-"
"Yes, Timothy darling," Rachel called out from the shadows, "she's always wanted you. And besides, it's my idea and I gave her my permission. Now don't argue and don't embarrass your sweet loving daughter, my darling, it's her way of really saying goodbye because she's going to marry Arnold as you very well know!"
He could not speak, for Heather had crushed her panting young mouth on his, and now, feverishly, was rising and sinking down, taking the amorous initiative of fitting his fully reinvigorated cock into her avid cunt. And besides, as he felt the frantic urgency of her needs, felt the glory of her warm soft naked creamy-skinned body fitting so snugly to his, he had no wish to do so. Instead, his arms tightened around her stainy back, and he began to arch himself up so as to drive his aching cock as far as it would go into her tight warm quaking vaginal sheath.
"Ohh, mmmm, Daddy, oh it's wonderful with you, I knew it would be, oh fuck me now, fuck me for the first and last time so I can remember it all my life," Heather raptly moaned, covering his face with burning kisses, her hands impatiently squeezing his buttocks to urge him on to even more vigorous skewering thrusts within her churning cunt.
Rachel, trembling with excitement as a vicarious participant in this delicious incestuous scene, could no longer remain passive; rising, she moved to the head of the bed, bent down and whispered something in Heather's ear. At once the writhing redhead bent her head down and attacked one of his paps with her moist red lips and began to suck and nibble on it, lightly scoring it with her small flawless white teeth.
And Rachel it was who merged her own eager mouth with his, wanting to share in his delight, in this concord, this passionate mutuality which fused all of them into a family in which there would never again be rancor or enmity.
His hands reached down to knead his daughter's ripely rounded creamy buttocks, and Heather moaned ecstatically at this token of his responding lust for her; furiously, she writhed, arching, weaving, deftly retaining his aching cock inside her torrid cunt, sinking down with all her might to take the fullest measure of his swollen spear. She wanted to feel his hot come inside her; for it would not change things; Arnold surely had impregnated her, but at least symbolically she would have gleaned her father's life-essence in her own eager loins to prove her long-sup-pressed desire for him as a man.
Rachel's tongue plied his mouth with fierce little stabbing thrusts, and now her fingers caressed his neck and armpits. Moaning in delirium, Timothy Woodling felt himself drawn inexorably towards that heavenly abyss from which there is no turning back, and knew that this time it would be prolonged, since Rachel herself had already borne the brunt of his most savage rut.
And so he gave himself up to the delectation of his daughter's beautiful warm supple naked writhing body, his hands squeezing her bottom and thighs, her sides and the outer curves of her panting tits which flattened against his heaving, hairy chest each time she arched and sank down upon him as she strived to draw herself with him over the brink of that abyss.
But even in the turbulent excitement which engulfed him, Timothy Woodling had not forgotten who it had been who had restored his manhood and brought him back to the halcyon days of understanding the myriad nuances of sexual love and imaginative passion. Reaching out with his right hand, he groped for Rachel in the darkness, palming her breasts as she continued to bend down to him to kiss and tongue him, glided his palm down over her quivering smooth belly, till at last his fingertips could palpate the soft moist quivering lips of her exquisitely responsive cunt. Then, locating the dainty apex, he began to roll and graze it till Rachel sobbed and groaned in her own sensual renewal.
"Ohh Daddy, Daddy, it's coming-ohhh, Daddy, harder, fuck me harder, ohh my dearest darling Daddy, oooooghh, ohhhh cram it into my pussy good and hard now with all you've got-oh daddy now yes now ahh daddy darling ohhhhh God ohhhh daddy!" Heather suddenly screamed, her body threshing madly as she felt his juices spurt into her churning cunt.
And it was Rachel who echoed her stepdaughter's sobbingly rapturous cry as her husband's speeding finger drew her along with both of them into the timeless death-defying oblivion of climax, and as she crumpled alongside of him, her outflung arm, circled Heather's shuddering satiny waist in an accolade of unselfish maternal understanding and affection.