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Reaching out, you begin to fondle one of the encased breasts, while your other hand slides down her side, over her smooth hip, finally resting on the soft curve of her ass. Peacock quickly undoes the buttons of your shirt, and you pull her close to you. Her chest is an oven, and feel of skin on skin drives you mad with lust. Undoing her bra, the breasts seem to burst from their captivity as you return to fondling them. Her nipples quickly harden into little points, and she moans softly as you squeeze one between your fingers.

Her hands are not idle in the meantime. Undoing your belt and pants, she once again grasps your manhood, stroking gently at first, but slowly increasing the pressure, pulling on you, pulling you towards her.

Looking down, you see her other hand diving into her glistening slit, rubbing and caressing the lips of her vagina.

“Please, allow me,” you murmur.

Pulling her panties aside, you gently touch the soft, hot skin of her pussy with your fingers. You tease the hole, running around the outside, then diving inside, once twice, then pulling out and rubbing the clit with the ball of your finger. You have always enjoyed fingering a woman, making her moan, getting her so wet and so worked up, then penetrating her fully, pressing yourself into her at last. And you know she’s getting pretty worked up now.

Grabbing both of your ass cheeks in her hands, she pulls your hips into hers, and says, in a voice thick with lust and desire “Enough teasing, young man. I want to feel you throbbing inside me. Do it, now!”

Deftly you spin her around, so that she can brace her hands on the bookshelves, and you slide your length into her wet, warm pussy.

Peacock mumbles something and you ask her to repeat it. “I…uhn... I said that you are damn impressive, young man.”

She hasn’t seen anything yet, you think. Taking hold of her hips, you pull out a ways, then pull her hips into yours, pushing your cock deep inside her. This is, without question, your favorite position. As the man pulls out, the underside of his thick muscle rubs against the woman’s clit, and if he retreats just to the point of pulling out, the clit rubs the underside of his head in an ungodly good way.

Using her hips for leverage, you thrust into her, again and again, feeling her hot juices lubricating your throbbing cock. Moving your hands up, you take hold of her firm breasts, feeling the hard nipples pressing into your palms. The pressure on your penis increases as her pussy tightens around you, letting you know how close she is to orgasm. You continue to push into her, deeper, longer thrusts, loving the tightness and friction as you slide into her, into her, into her… The **** of your thrusts increase with your excitement, rocking her against the shelf, sending her into convulsions of pleasure. You only barely notice that a few books fall off the shelves because of your frantic lovemaking.

Her orgasm comes, and you can feel all the muscles of her pussy spasm around your cock, tightening and releasing, as she lets out a long moan. The spasms and the increased heat of her orgasm are to much for you, and you cum, thrusting your cock into her, feeling the wonderful release, powerless to stop, only pushing, pumping, enjoying the feeling of finishing inside her warm vagina.

The two of you half sit, half collapse naked onto the floor, and she gives you a long, lusty kiss before saying, “My god, I haven’t been fucked like that since finishing school. Do it again sometime, will you.”

Nodding absently, your attention has been drawn to one of the books that fell during your forceful thrusting. Written into the margin of Body’s book is “Only one person knows about the secret passages. I really should be careful around…” But the name has been smeared out. What the hell does that mean? This house has passages? And who knew about them? Another of his **** victims?