Ron Taylor - Stepdaughter in bondage

Jerry worked his pants down. They were denims, fitting pretty tightly around his ass. He wasn't wearing shorts under them, and his cock jumped out at me as soon as he pulled his pants down far enough. It was a slender cock, not very long, not very thick, I guess, but at that moment it looked like a fencepost. Red, fat-headed, pushing impatiently toward my face. I choked and felt as if all the wine I'd drunk were starting to back up my throat.

Jerry got me around the neck and pulled me over, across him. He lay back on the bed and worked my face into his lap. "Suck on it," he commanded. "I like to be sucked first. Then I'll suck you, if you treat me nice. I do a pretty good lob with a fast tongue and a tight pussy. Well, for shit's sake, Penny, get the fuck with it! Stan sucking!"

He worked my head around, his stiff cock rubbing up and down my cheek. It was hot against my skin and my mouth kept sliding into the tangle of pubic hair at the base of Jerry's tool.

"I don't want to," I said angrily, and the moment I opened my mouth he grabbed me by one fall of dark hair, jerked my head up, and plunged his cock into me. It happened just that fast, just that unexpectedly. One moment I was telling him I would not do it, the next moment I had his cock in my mouth and he was guiding my head up and down on him, his hands just tight enough to make sure I couldn't lift my face off his lick, only rise and fall with it impaling my mouth.

I thought I was going to choke on him. He pushed me down hard, till what seemed and felt like a mile of rod was in my mouth, the head of him lunging almost into my throat. Not until I gagged and coughed did he let up, and then it was only enough to let me rise four or five inches. The end of him was still in my mouth and he made damned sure it didn't slip or slide out.

He was using just the one hand on my head. With his other hand he was pulling up my sweatshirt, pulling it up to free my bare tits. His fingers locked onto my boobs and when they locked, they stayed locked. I didn't know the combination to get them loose. They pinched into my tits, and they really pinched! I could feel the welts springing up on my flesh like beans after the first good summer rain. He kept squeezing and pinching, tweaking my nipples till I gurgled and moaned around the cock in my mouth, and I wished to hell that I were somewhere else.

The only thing I could do was suck Jerry's cock. The alternative was being choked to death on the Goddamned thing.

As I've probably already told you, I wasn't too keen about eating cock, and I didn't really know too much about it. Jerry moaned and pulled my hair viciously when I failed to keep my teeth under control, and I learned pretty quickly that teeth didn't have too much role in a blowjob. I tried to keep them covered with my drawn-back lips. What to do with my tongue? I wasn't really sure. At first I kept it very quiet and idle, but it gradually began to move of its own will, and that astonished me. Jerry's hand slid down from my tits, down across my belly, into the waistband of my jeans. The button popped open and his fingers wiggled into my pubic hair. I hadn't bothered with underwear when I left home just after midnight. There was nothing under my clothes except Rebecca Lee Butler. Only right now, she was being raped.

I realized that Jerry wasn't holding my head any more; that I was rising and failing on his cock in rhythmic passage, without any guidance at all. It scared me. I lurched up, almost losing his cock. His hand touched my head and I shot down again, swallowing him quickly, greedily.

His hand was in my pants, tight on my pussy, and my thighs were clamped together on him, gripping him possessively.

My nipples were stiff, rubbing the denim of his bunched-up pants halfway down his legs. I hadn't noticed that reaction either. Good God, what was happening to me? Yesterday I was a good girl. And today, for the second time, I was – oh, God, I was! I could feel it clotting on the lips of my twat – I was starting to turn on furiously while being raped and abused by a sex-obsessed male!

His finger slipped into my hole and I was ashamed to feel my pussy start contracting rapidly around the foreign object. Wetness oozed from me, more with each little penetration of his finger, and at the same time his other fingers were busy massaging the puffy mound of my cunt. His thumb went a lot of time near my clit, not touching it directly but rubbing around the base of my little button, sending shivers and tingles throughout my entire body. The wetness flowed, and he wasn't holding my head but still I was moving up and down, eating his cock as if I enjoyed it.

"Enough, Penny-girl," I heard him say, and he took me by the ears, lifting me from his stiff prick. Drool flowed from the corners of my mouth as my head came up. His face was bright and smug. He knew that I was starting to turn on. He knew it, and he reveled in it. "Now it's your turn."

He pushed me back, over onto my ass, and he slid my pants down. One hand on my tits, he thrust his face into my crotch and burrowed through the little V of hair. His tongue touched my silt and I moaned, but somehow the magic spell was beginning to fade. I couldn't tell why, couldn't tell how, but I could feel my arousal going flat, like a bottle of pop that's been left too long without a cap.

He worked his tongue into me, but he might as well have been doing it to the real Penny Porter, for all the good it did me. My cunt felt as if it were drying up, in spite of the spittle and drool he bathed my pussy with, and I began to squirm restlessly. "Stop it," I said. "Stop it right now, damn you! Stop!"

As I spoke, I humped up, knocking him aside. He fell onto his shoulder and I started to jump off the little bed. His stiff cock brushed my thigh and I felt an electric tingle in me, very similar to the ones I had felt when he was forcibly fucking my mouth and tickling my twat with his strong, irresistible fingers. There were butterflies in my tummy as I started to stand up, but I didn't make it all the way. Jerry grabbed me by the wrist and jerked, and I fell sprawling onto the bed. I couldn't have walked far anyway. My pants had slipped almost to my knees. They fell a little farther when I slumped onto the bed and they tangled at my ankles. I had one quick feel of fuzzy carpeting under my toe and then my feet were up in the air and Jerry was dragging me across the narrow bed. My head bumped the wall and it hurt, but only for moment.

"Listen, bitch," he said, "you're sucked me till I'm hard enough to cut diamonds, and you're no getting off this bed till I say so. You got that?" And to emphasize the words, he braced his am against my throat, pushing down. Air collected it my lungs but seemed unable to rise up, into my mouth, with his arm blocking the way. He pushed a little harder, and as he did, he worked one of his legs in between mine. I grunted, and he was on me, jabbing with his cock at my pussy. As he sank into me, he lifted up the pressure of his arm on my throat, and it didn't feel anywhere near so bad as I thought it might.

You're just grateful because you can breathe again, I told myself. You're not enjoying the rest of this one bit. Not one – Goddamn – bit! His cock plunged home, lifted, plummeted again.

He fucked hard, fucked savagely, fucked until I couldn't hold back the moans and groans that were welling up inside my body. I twisted and writhed under him, and my hands pushed at him. At least my hands still had a trace of moral sense left. God knew the rest of me didn't seem to have any!

"Knock it off," he grunted between strokes, pushing my hands away. His elbow pressed down onto my breastbone, right between my jiggling titties, and he pressed sharply till I went "Ggggkkkkkk…" And all the time he didn't let up once on the relentless in-out stabs of his dick, working himself against me when he was inside me all the way. He wasn't as thick or as long as the late Tony Roland, but he was a man and he had a hard solid prick, and my pussy was close enough to innocence to be fully aware I was being fucked. Again and he plunged into my simmering tightness, and simmering it was after a few more of his strokes.