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shoulders.
For a brief moment an image flashed in her mind of a female figure atop
his
muscular body, his rod buried deeply in her as she rode his massive
thrusts.
In her mind she saw the female run her hands through her blonde hair and
then cup and pinch her small breasts.....
She almost gasped aloud when Laura realized she was pinching her own
nipples
as Shanti's fingers played in her crotch.
"He's good Laura, look!" whispered Shanti.
As Laura watched Jody increase the rhythm on his shaft, she felt two of
Shanti's fingers penetrate her labial lips where they quickly found her
clit, the girl smothering her gasp.
"He could fill you Laura. You could take him here !" she whispered in
Laura's ear as her fingers began a fluttering stimulation of Laura's
small
pleasure mound.
"Oh, Oh, Ohhhh," the girl moaned softly as she began to thrust herself
upon
the two digits which Shanti used to increase her need.
"Watch him, Laura! Watch it get larger!" Claire and Drummond Walker's
daughter was quickly losing control. Her eyes feasted on her brother's
rod
and she heard his grunts as he sought satisfaction. Her own thrusting was
harder now, more urgent. She sought to take Shanti's fingers even
further.
Her breathing was beginning to match that of her brother, heavy and
rapid.
As she heard him grunt loudly, she again imagined herself impaled upon
him.
She wanted to dispel such unthinkable desires, yet fascinated by the
boy's
sexuality and her own need, her fantasy persisted.
"He's going to come Laura. You can come with him!" Her mouth was open
gasping for air, as Shanti increased the stimulation. As she watched, her
brother's body arched and she heard him grunt rapidly.
"He's coming, Laura. Come with him!" Laura saw the ejaculate shoot from
his
phallus as her body surrendered and her own orgasm swept over her. Both
brother and sister cried softly in unison, "Yes YES!" Catching her breath
momentarily, a degree of rational thought returning, Laura softly closed
the
door and turned to face the smiling Shanti.
"This is wicked and shameful."
"Really?" responded Shanti, "then why didn't you close the door and leave
when we first peeked in? Why did you stand there and watch your brother
come
while you humped my finger wishing it was him?"
"No, I could never....."
"You just did in your mind. Brothers can be very good, so don't knock it
until you've tried it."
"You've.....?"
A confident smile spread across Shanti's face.
"I've been to bed with every one of my brothers and sisters."
Laura was dumbfounded. Shanti motioned to the boy's room.
"There's a lot of pleasure waiting for you in there," she grinned, "but
tonight we have another stop to make."
She motioned for Laura to follow. The stunned, confused, yet inwardly
excited young woman followed her teacher noiselessly down the hall.
Arriving at her parent's room, Laura looked to Shanti who motioned for
her
to try the door.
"It's locked," she whispered.
Shanti examined the keyhole briefly.
"These are old fashioned locks. Go get the key from your room. I bet it
will
work."
Laura was gone only moments before returning with a large skeleton key.
Shanti fit it gently into the lock. Both women placed their ear to the
door.
"You know I love it when you're rough," came Claire's voice.
There was a slapping sound as of a hand striking flesh.
Again the woman's voice.
"Yes! You know I can't resist it like this. I'll do anything you say!"
"Anything?" said her husband.
"Anything but that. You know I simply can't take you there.
Anything but that, anything!" Again a slap.
"Yes! Hit me in the face!" Another slap.
"I'm a whore Drummond. I deserve to be beaten!" Three slaps in
succession.
Shanti tried easing the key in the lock, but it still made an audible
click
as the tumbler rotated.
Claire's voice, "What was that?"
"What was what?"
"That sound, like a click."
"I didn't hear anything. You know this old house creaks."
Laura and Shanti both held their breath as there was silence from inside,
indicating that Claire was listening for the sound again.
"Hmmmmmm.....maybe you're right."
"Now drop those panties and let me look at you."
As they heard the bed begin creaking, Shanti eased the door open. A small
table lamp provided the only illumination on the two nude figures.
"I'm no good, Drummond. Tell me I deserve to be beaten."
"Worthless, no good, low life bitch!" he snarled, slapping her across the
face twice. "Now open your mouth, slut and take it!"
"Yes, Yes, Yes!" she cried as the voyeurs saw Claire lie on her back and
take her husband's shaft far down her throat as he straddled her. He
slapped
her again which seemed to spur her on to take him even deeper.
Laura looked to Shanti with a troubled expression.
"Why would she want him to hurt her?" she whispered.
"Because pain and pleasure are like the ingredients in a mixed drink,"
answered Shanti, "both can provide their own pleasure, but combine them
and
the result is unimaginable."
"I don't....."
Shanti's kiss was unexpected but brought very predictable results. Within
moments, Laura's body was burning, her need for new satisfaction
overwhelming. Again she bent over to both watch the events transpiring in
the bedroom and receive Shanti's talented fingers. This time the brown
eyed
woman unsnapped Laura's teddy at the crotch, leaving the young girl's
nest
and rear fully exposed.
"Your father's is even larger than Jody's," whispered Shanti as Laura
again
began thrusting on the fingers which deftly moved inside her.
Her eyes widened as Laura saw Claire take Drummond's shaft completely.
"Watch your mother, Laura. See how much she wants it?"
The younger girl looked on in fascination as, with Drummond astride her
chest burying himself in her throat, Claire's hand found her nest and
began
rubbing rhythmically.
He slapped her again and her head rose from the pillow, her lips now into
his pubic hair.
"She's got him all now! I bet you'd love to have that cock down your
throat,
wouldn't you? intoned Shanti as her fingers increased their stimulation
in
the blonde.
Laura's own fingers found her mouth and unconsciously she began sucking.
"A little pain can do remarkable things, Laura," said Shanti, also
watching
the couple. As Drummond drew back to slap the willing wife once more,
Shanti's thumb poised and as the hand met face, the Creole rammed her
thumb
into Laura's unsuspecting anus.
eyes as Shanti's other hand found her nipple and squeezed painfully
hard. As
the first wave of pain rolled past, however, Laura discovered the reason
for
her mother's carnal quirk. Nipple and anus - pain, vagina - pleasure.
Shanti
was right. The combination created a sensation unlike either by itself.
Her
eyes stayed riveted to the couple, the huge shaft violating the lovely
mouth, the fingers clawing at the nest and the slaps now coordinated with
Shanti's thrusts in Laura's anus and the painful tweaks of her nipples.
Perspiration ran down the younger girl's face. Her thrusts became
stronger
taking the thumb deeper with each passing moment. As she saw mother and
father approaching climax, Laura's body also was nearing its peak of
release.
"God, I'm coming you little whore, I'm coming!" cried Drummond as his
wife's
mouth not only sucked harder and longer, but her own body shook with
tremors
of ecstasy as her nest rose and quivered on her trembling fingers.
Laura's
orgasm was also violent, her body nearly convulsive, her eyes rolling
back
as she neared unconsciousness. If Shanti had not been there to support
and
constrain her, the young Walker would surely have fainted away, tumbling
into the room.
"See how much they love it, Laura? And so do you. Why fight it? You'd
love
to have his rod in you. You'd love to have her sucking on those little
lips," breathed Shanti, turning the girl to her, backing her against the
hallway wall and inserting her fingers in the soaking wet vagina.
Laura began thrusting again, her reason gone. As their lips met, Laura's
confession came as an urgent whisper.
"Yes! Yes! Oh God Yes! " As the second orgasm consumed her, her mind was
not
on Shanti, but a mixture of images of repressed desires for her brother,
father and mother. In her mind, her mouth, nest and rear were violated,
each
by one of those she had watched tonight.
"I feel so ashamed."
They had crept back to Shanti's room where Laura was sitting on the edge
of
the bed as Shanti stood near the dresser.
"For what? Being honest with yourself?"
"But no one else would ever have feelings like that."
"Ha!" replied Shanti, "under the right circumstances, Jody, your father
and
your mother would like nothing better than to get into your panties."
Laura was aghast.
"How can you say that?"
"Because it's true!"
"I don't believe you!"
"You've already lost one bet tonight. Want to try for another?" smiled
the
housekeeper.
"What do you mean?"
"That Jody will fuck you if you give him the chance."
Laura's mouth dropped open.
"That's crazy!"
"We'll see. After all, you owe me from our little bet earlier tonight and
besides, you found out you really want him, don't you?"
"I....."
Laura's head dropped in silent resignation.
"I'll let you know when I get things arranged, In the meanwhile....."
Shanti shed her nightwear and indicated for Laura to do the same. As the
young blonde lay back on the bed, the dark haired beauty straddled her
head,
looking into the anxious and expectant eyes.
"So far tonight, you've been on the receiving end. It's about time you
learned how to give."
As the Creole's nest lowered onto her mouth, Laura spread her lips and
her
tongue reached out to begin its lesson.
It was after three a.m. when an utterly exhausted Laura Walker silently
slipped back into her room and fell into a sound sleep, her dreams filled
with delicious decadence.
CHAPTER FIVE
A week passed. Both Claire and Drummond were pleased with Shanti's work
as
housekeeper. Twice, in the company of Drummond Walker, she had found the
opportunity, while wearing a short dress or skirt, to bend over, exposing
her shapely legs and providing a peek at her panties and cheeks. The
second
time, Claire as well as her husband, was treated to the dark skinned
delights.
Claire's first momentary reaction was discomfort, but there was also a
tingling between her legs which brought the wife an excitement she never
thought possible from another woman. As Shanti continued to ostensibly
pick
up lint from the carpet, Claire's mind wandered. The young woman's figure
was really not that much better than her own, but it had the natural
tautness and firmness of youth which no amount of exercise could ever
restore in her own middle aged body. For an instant, she wondered what
Shanti would look like if she were bent over like that nude. Did Shanti
also
enjoy pain with her sex? If she were standing nude in front of Shanti,
would
the housekeeper find her desirable? She snapped back from her reverie as
Shanti straightened up and walked away. Claire glanced over to find her
husband looking at her with a knowing smile. He had obviously been
watching
her as she enjoyed her role of voyeur. Embarrassed, she left the room.
Laura had visited Shanti's room three times in the last five days. Their
sexual feasts were everything Laura could have wanted --- well almost
everything. She knew she wanted more, wanted what she was not supposed to
have. Yet, the very fact it was prohibited, made it delectable and oh, so
outrageously desirable. She would have visited Shanti every night, but
the
Creole had warned her that too much of a good thing could bring suspicion
upon them. Once, by herself, she had sneaked into the hallway late at
night
to again find excitement by playing peeping Tom, but a sudden sound from
one
of the rooms had sent her scurrying back to her room where, shaking, she
had
been too frightened to try again.
"Now don't wait up," said Claire, "and don't worry. The concert won't be
over until near eleven and it's a good two hour drive from New Orleans."
"Sure you won't come with us?" asked their father.
"Are you kidding?" asked Jody.
"Oh, that's right," observed Drummond smiling, "if it isn't rock, it
can't
possibly be of any interest."
"Have a good time you two," said Laura, holding her mother's coat for her
and then wrapping her arms around Claire from behind hugging her
affectionately. As Laura's arms withdrew, they rubbed momentarily across
Claire's breasts causing her nipples to stiffen. Laura smiled innocently
as
Claire wondered why she had responded sexually, even if inadvertently, to
her own daughter's touch. As Claire turned to the door, Laura reached up
to
her father for a good-bye kiss.
Instead of the usual peck, however, Laura's lips lingered, her eyes
fluttered closed and only when her to
ngue had tasted his lips, did she
withdraw.
Nonplused, Drummond Walker decided to carry his coat to the car to hide
the
sudden erection bulging his pants.
An hour or so later, Laura fixed herself a soft drink and told Jody she
was
going to her room. Not long afterward, Shanti entered, dust cloth in
hand.
Jody was sitting on the couch reading a magazine. As Shanti stopped to
dust
the coffee table, he put down his magazine to admire her. Her skirts were
all short, but the one she wore today was micro in length. She had
learned
how to catch a Walker's eye, so she bent over at the waist as if to
straighten a magazine on the bottom shelf.
Jody's erection was instantaneous. Shanti was wearing nothing underneath.
Her dark anus, pubic hair and labial lips were in full view of the young
boy.
His hand found her buttock.
"Want something, Jody?"
"Yeah, I'd like to pick up where we left off at dinner a few nights ago!"
"Think you're big enough to handle me?" she chided "Why don't we find
out,"
he smiled, quickly unzipping his pants.