She opened her mouth in a soundless scream. Her eyes were shut tightly as her hand battered at her newly-opened twat. The pleasure built and built until she felt almost delirious as the delicious spasms increased in violence.
Her body arched out of the water, her smooth skin streaming with the warm, oily water, as her climax peaked. With a huge sigh, she collapsed into the water again, as it started to fade away.
She kept pumping her hand in and out of her twat, until it became sore again, seeking to retain the hot pleasure which had filled her with a wild delirium. Her hand was shaking with the violent effort of frigging herself, and her body felt warm and relaxed.
Molly made a wry face, as she soaped herself, and washed herself off. She still felt hungry, still wanted more of that hot huge man who had taken her virginity.
But her hands were no longer enough for the kind of desire which gripped at her cunt. She needed cock and more cock.
She got out of the tub, and dried herself off, and then went to her room. That night, she frigged herself into total exhaustion.
Hill was only vaguely appalled at what he had done. The girl, when he had pulled out of her, had curled up like a contented cow. He had walked away from her silently, gone through the wood again, and come out near his own rolling lawn.
He felt a little bit as if he were wrapped in cotton. He should have been horrified at what he had done. He had two teenaged girls. His heart would have been rent in two had he found out that they had been subject to such a gruesome initiation into womanhood.
And yet it was because of that irrational, and insistent desire which he had for his daughters, that he had done what he had done.
He looked down at his dark trousers. There was a faint stain on them. He walked into the back door of his house, having traversed the lawn, and walked quietly up to the bedroom.
In the twins' room, he could hear their light chatter, and his wife's responding voice. At the sound of their young, piping voices, at the silvery peal of their laughter, his cock throbbed with lust again.
He took his costume off. There were bloodstains on the white gloves – the girl's slain virginity! He felt like a murderer, and yet, he felt no guilt, only a vague mental idea that he had done a heinous wrong.
Having removed his clothes, he carefully hid them away in a closet to be disposed of later, and then went to the bathroom to wash off the evidence of his rape. His cock was blood-stained, and glistened slightly with the juices of the little girl.
She had come wildly, and the very thought of it caused him to think of his daughters, coming under his humping body. His cock was fully erect.
There was a knock on the door.
"Hill?"
"Yes, darling," he responded. He knew his wife had a tight, sweet cunt. He was more than ready to give her his next load.
The door opened a little bit.
"Can I come in?"
"You certainly can. Why don't you share the shower?"
Helen looked behind the curtains.
"Hill, darling!" she purred, seeing his hard-on. In a moment, she was naked, her lush curves undulating with eagerness, as she stepped into the shower.
Hill grabbed her and pulled her against his hard, well-developed chest.
She moaned, and spread her legs slightly, feeling his cock, fully erect, slip between her legs, and rub against her pussy meat.
Helen was as hot and ready as her husband. Hill moaned, and undulated his hips back and forth, teasing the throbbing shaft of his cock against her wet and swollen snatch.
Helen closed her thighs together, making a warm nest for Hill's cock. He held her close, and Helen felt her nipples pucker. She rubbed her tits against his chest, stimulating her sensitive tit-flesh.
She could feel her pussy meat swelling with the passion Hill always evoked in her. His hard, thick cock continued to rub back and forth between her legs, pressing into her cuntal meat, driving her crazy.
She threw her arms around Hill's neck, and reached up to kiss her husband. She felt his warm, sensual mouth on her mouth, covering her lips. She felt his tongue snake between her unresisting teeth.
She sucked on his tongue, drawing it deeply into her throat. Their saliva mixed as they kissed passionately, deeply.
Helen moaned, feeling the heat rise as her husband's massive ramrod rubbed back and forth over her twat.
As he thrust forward, his hairy groin rubbed against the upper part of her twat, and tickled her inflamed clitoris, until she felt her pussy juices flowing lavishly from her overheated cunt.
Her hips ground with more and more ardor into her husband's hairy groin. Hill's arms tightened, and he lifted his wife up, and pressed her sweating, trembling back against the tiled wall of the shower.
"Ohh, Hill, you're so wonderful!" Helen gasped, as she hooked her long, dancer's legs around her husband's waist. She felt him pressing his cock against the drooling entrance to her womanhood.
She panted with desire, and groaned loudly, as she felt his massive cock head thrust hungrily into her. Her pussy walls parted, and her husband began to push inward.
She felt his cock, like a libidinous snake, slithering into her well-greased hole. She felt the pussy flesh twitch and jerk, as the hot hard shaft massaged her hungry, itching walls.
His cock slipped into her quivering quim, until the cock head was prying into the depths of her teeming well.
Helen shivered, as Hill started to move in her, drawing his huge cock out to the tip, and then thrusting it inward again. He lunged into her womanhood over and over again, each lunge driving the heat of Helen's lust higher and higher.
She felt her cuntal walls close in tightly around his hard-thrusting cock, felt his desire building, felt his cock swell in her cunt.
She melted in the heat of his embrace, clutching at him tightly, loving him, surrendering to the hot wild feelings which his hard-humping cock drove through her body.
Hill had a cock that seemed to have a life of its own. She adored Hill for all his wonderful personal qualities, but she couldn't help adoring him just as much for that magnificent cock.
And the most wonderful thing was, that the more they lived together, the older their marriage got, the more he seemed to want her. There was absolutely no reason on earth why Helen would let herself go to pieces. She still wore the same size she had when she got married, and her hunger, far from being assuaged, was increased by her husband's frequent sexual demands.
As a matter of fact, her husband kept her so well-greased, that she made a few demands of her own. It kept both of them amiable and pleasant-natured. She might have thought differently about her husband's hot and heavy sexual patterns if she had known the cause of them was her own twins!
As Helen moaned under her husband's battering, she thought, as she frequently did, that she was the luckiest woman in the world, and she had the best husband!
Hill was banging into her now, furiously. She squealed as she felt the first spasms of her climax grip at her lovely, flat belly.
She gripped her husband around his neck tightly. The grip of her legs around his humping waist tightened, as she felt the sweet convulsions of her orgasm ripple through her body.
"Unh! You have a marvelous cunt," Hill gasped. His mouth sought his wife's and again, she coped pleasurably with two tongues in her hot oral cavity.
Her body started to writhe against her husband's, as he thrust inward. She could feel the heat of his cock increase as he rubbed it back and forth.
Every time he slammed into her, his thrusting getting more and more violent as his need to come increased, his hairy groin smashed into her pussy lips, and caused her clitoris to tingle with more intense pleasure.
Her hard little love button became more and more inflamed, as her husband increased the strength and speed of his humping.