Unknown - The Step-Mother

The very animalish whine in her tone made Nomad understand to the depths of his loving instincts the pleasure he was bringing her. He whimpered back in response as he thrust frenziedly up into her from behind, struggling on his hind legs to move in closer. He felt the eager backward plunges of her soft wet human cunt hotly sheathing his aching hardness. The burning heat of her tight young mating passage was clenching greedily at his throbbing cock, causing the great pressure to being swirling deep in his heavy loins. He sensed the dribbling wetness against them that trickled down the soft smooth backs of her thighs from where he fucked into her, and saw the thin, sheen-like film of perspiration gathered on her naked white curves beneath him. His own tongue hung loosely from his open jaws in heated frenzy. The moment of release was almost there!

Abruptly, Lisa raised her sensuously lax face to cry out a throaty, inhuman sound from deep inside her chest, Her lust-dimmed eyes grew round and totally blank! "Ooohhh… ooohhh… I'm going to explode, darling…! I-I'm mad! Do it for meeeee… make me cum… or I'll die… make me cum… lover… cuumm!"

And instinctively, Nomad knew, as he fucked with pile-driving fury into her quivering hot flesh. All of his past training seeming to culminate in his skillful animal-loins, his mental bank guiding the increased hammering he pounded up into her newly initiated young cunt from behind. He heard her voice choke into a strangled blend of sob and sigh, saw her head tossing wildly from side to side, her dark midnight hair flailing as she began the first convulsions of release!

Lisa skewered her passionately undulating buttocks back onto his long thick rod of pulsating hardness with a bitch wantonness she never even imagined existed!

The first spasm of her climax jolted her and she moaned, slamming her rounded white ass-cheeks back hard against the lust-quenching dog-cock with a desperate lunge! At the same second, Nomad retaliated with a forward thrust and deep-chested growl, his massive, burning hardness beginning to spew its seething animal sperm deep up into her soft constricting belly with long, hard spurts.

"Oooooh! OOOOOHHHHHHH!" Lisa cried out passionately, her jerking buttocks beginning to contract convulsively to the insane eruption bursting hotly in her teenage belly and loins! She threw her head from side to side with her naked hips in overwhelming, erotic bliss… at last opening her eyes at the mirror to see the combination of human- animal cum oozing whitely from her tightly clenching, but no longer virginal, cunt which was still clasping and milking hungrily at her animal-lover's deflating penis. The rivulets of their sticky white secretions ran hotly down the satin-like columns of her inner thighs… and when she could no longer watch, she fell forward onto her breasts, gasping a sigh of heavenly joy… and it was hours later when she awakened that Lisa moved from that position to cuddle against the sleeping German shepherd beside her…

Shirley refused to think. She arose, showered and dressed because she knew she had to, almost thankful that something was driving her. They had a new cook, and how would she know Frank took his eggs at three and one-half minutes unless she was told? His toast had to be dark, almost burned, and if the bacon wasn't crisp without being scorched, everyone knew about it.

Fortunately, the breakfast table was empty when she passed through to the kitchen and smiled at the robust woman named Rachael who handed her a cup of coffee before she could hardly say good-morning.

"You like a little something in it maybe, Miz Douglas?"

"No… well… yes, I think so this morning, Rachael," Shirley replied, slipping into the narrow seat of the breakfast nook. "Yes… there's some brandy up there in the cupboard right above you. I would like a splash."

"Of course you would, honey!" the big, dark-faced woman replied.

"You're like. me, ain't you? In the morning… first thing… just a nip or so to give you a lift."

"Thank you," Shirley answered, feeling a warm relationship immediately with the sparkling, dark-eyed woman. "I-I didn't sleep too well."

"I know… I know… especially with guests in the house," the big woman said, chuckling and moving around the kitchen as if she'd laid undeniable claim. "I thought we'd have scrambled eggs and bacon, honey, with a little hominy, just not paying any attention to what they think they want…"

"Oh Rachael, Mr. Douglas always has two eggs dropped for a…"

"I know, I know, sugar-lamb. But this morning he gets his eggs scrambled with hominy and bacon… and I bet he loves it!" she confidently said, chuckling in a vein of warmth Shirley wished she could feel. "Tell you, baby, we girls have to do our thing our way, but we tell them it's theirs eh? It's either that or women's lib… and me, I kind of like being dominated by my man."

Shirley listened to her heart-warming chuckle as she worked over the stove, the confident and invigorating sound inspiring a growth of equal strength inside her! God, she wasn't an animal, or a whore, was she? Certainly, Vince Rivers was no less a man for what he'd done last night… then why should she be any less a woman? She hadn't really been taken… defeated… raped! She'd given herself to it… wanted it… with every lustful twinge he'd brought her! She was just as guilty, but no more than he… and as innocent over the breakfast table.

Shirley stood up, a warmth surging through her as she went to their new cook and kissed her on the cheek. "I-I don't know where you've been, but I've needed you for a long time," the young wife whispered with affection.

"Ohhhhh… well now… I don't know what you did last night, baby… but it was never all that bad either!" Rachael answered, wrapping her big arm around the smaller girl. "You just hold your head right up there with the best of 'em, honey. Anybody with a face and a body as pretty as yours don't have to take no back seats, eh?"

Again, Shirley kissed her, then eased away to walk into the dining room wearing an almost unseeing, confident smile, her young mind alert from the splash of brandy she'd had in her coffee.

Lisa and Nomad came in through the opposite door simultaneously with Shirley.

The new wife seemed to be the only one at the breakfast table who was smiling.

Frank looked like living death with his hangover.

Vince Rivers merely watched her with eyes that seemed to lecherously gloat, reminding the blonde girl of 'the cat who ate the canary'… a rather apt phrase she mused as Frank stood to graciously seat her and their too-handsome guest dittoed for Lisa.

"Daddy… I-I want to apologize for last night… the way I acted," the dark-haired teenager spoke out suddenly leaning toward her father and reaching for his hand. "I-I was wretched and… and I know it! I'm sorry. It was a beautiful gift and I love it… it's much more than I deserve."

The blank expression on Frank's face was probably one of less astonishment than the stunned one on her own, Shirley absently measured. For a moment, she couldn't help but wonder if she'd heard correctly, but when she saw the tears sparkling in the vivacious young beauty's onyx eyes, she was certain.

"Well… ah… that's all right, baby… you were just a little upset is all," Frank replied, his big squared face breaking into a handsome, elated smile. He patted her small hand, then beamed his smile toward Shirley. "W-We understand, don't we, honey?"

"Yes… yes, of course," the surprised bride responded, more than pleased, if not a little startled, at being included in what was actually a personal situation between father and daughter. Shirley swallowed at the abrupt lump rising in her own throat. It was just another one of the many ways Frank chose to show Lisa his insistence that she recognize his new wife's place in his life and their family unit.