Ron Taylor - Stepdaughter in bondage

I couldn't understand what was happening to me. I was juicy wet inside. Each stroke of Jerry's prick reminded me how wet and juicy. It had been the same way last night, when Tony raped me. I had been frightened, but once it was happening I couldn't keep my body from turning on to it. That sick, horrendous knowledge of the beast lurking inside me – it scared me. I didn't know who I was any more. At least, not when I was with a man. Strange things were happening inside me, things I couldn't control, couldn't grasp.

His loins worked against mine furiously and I spread my legs a little wider. I couldn't go much more, thanks to the jeans bunched at my ankles, but the angle of spread I could get made his cock seem enormous in my pussy, made my lips and tube contract on him with a vengeance, and the excruciating tight fit sent chills up my spine and hot flashes through my brain. I put my hands on his chest and I pushed again, but my heart wasn't in it.

He worked faster and faster, really screwing himself in and out. I bucked and jerked with each stroke. He was fucking hard and swift, hurting me, but it was a kind of hurting that rang resonant chords inside my body. My nerves sang with excitement and my tingly twat kept juicing and overflowing, full of cock, full of its own private-stock Rebecca-cum. My knees clutched at his flanks even at my hands struggled fitfully to push him off. I couldn't control any part of my body now. Something very sick was going on inside me and I was terrified. Not of Jerry. Of myself.

"Oh, God," I moaned in despair, twitching and shaking under him. I was a bat's breath away from coming. I knew that feeling too well, the tension in my guts, the itching at my pussy mouth, the jerk of muscles in my thighs. My clit was swollen as big as a watermelon and every time he pushed in deep and wiggled his belly against mine, my chest gave one more death-rattle.

"I can tell," he whispered into my face, his breath wine-sweet. He fucked in and out, fast, just like that, whap-whap-whap, and then he jerked his dick out of me. I groaned and moved toward him, but he avoided the hungry lunge of my body. "Over," he ordered, and I didn't have time to react. He was already flipping me over, so that my tits were squashed against the lumpy mattress on which I lay.

He put his elbow on the small of my back while he stroked up and down the cheeks and curves of my bare ass. His hand went down to my thigh and I humped my ass upward, not sure why I was doing it. His fingers tickled me, flanks first, then inward, moving up and down the insides of my thighs before pushing up into my crack. I was sweaty-moist in there too, hot and damp, and his fingers puddled in that dampness. I felt him touch moved around behind me. "Try this, for round one," he said, as he let go my head. At the same instant his cock slipped into the crack of my ass and started to push at the same hole he'd already fucked with his finger.

At that time I was vaguely aware that sometimes people fucked other people in the asshole. It was certainly something I'd never been too interested in trying, and as I told you, his finger was the first alien object that had ever been up my rectum. Well, I guess he had loosened me sufficiently that way, because when his cock moved against me, my anus seemed to dilate automatically and welcome him inside.

Jesus, God, I thought it was going to kill me! The pain was unbelievable. Getting my cherry busted by Bucky Rothman was nothing next to this! His finger had loosened me, but it had not prepared me at all for his landing cock. I screamed like a banshee and I couldn't muffle it with the bedsheets. My head jerked up and my scream echoed and re-echoed off the inside walls of the van, but he must have been wearing his ear-plugs because he just kept feeding that tool up my asshole, his hands tight on my buttocks while he stabbed me from behind.

I went up. I was on my hands and knees now, anything to crawl away from that big stabbing cock in my ass. I couldn't crawl nearly far enough. My head bumped into the wall and my face dropped back onto the bed. Jerry gave another jerk and he must have had four or five inches of cock inside my rectum. The pain was a burning, ripping thing, a live creature clawing at my body from the inside out. His hands slipped and slid on the sweat-moistened curves of my ass. One of them eased around me, fingers creeping into the patch of hair covering my pussy. I quivered at his first touch there, and a second later he located my clit. He found it with thumb and finger, and where he'd been content earlier to nuzzle it from afar, this time he pinched it off squarely between his thumb and finger and he squeezed, and I saw stars!

Three stout plunges into my ass and it didn't hurt quite so much as before. I could feel liquid moving in my anal tube, I didn't know what it was, but I hoped my body could sweat inside as well as out. I closed my eyes and I was ten years old again, trembling in the bathroom while my mother administered an enema. I felt the tube slipping into my asshole, felt the rush of water up my anus, and my belly heaved inside me.

But it wasn't an enema tube, and I wasn't ten years old, and my mother wasn't giving it to me. Jerry pinched my clitoris again and I screamed loud but he didn't seem to mind screams. When his cock moved in me the tight, excruciating pain of its first intrusion seemed to have dissipated a hell of a lot. He moved a lot easier, though he kept on stroking carefully and slowly, pushing in till almost all his dick was up me, withdrawing about half of it. He'd fucked me hard, in the pussy, but he was fucking me almost tenderly in the asshole. I didn't understand it, but I really hadn't been around much. Hell, I couldn't understand myself, let alone other people!

For example, why was I panting so hard right now? Why had I stopped yelling and crying and screaming? Why were my hips beginning to swivel daintily from side to side as Jerry worked in and out? Why was juice flowing in renewed trickles from my pussy every time his fingers closed tight on my clitoris?

"Oh, God, Jesus," I said with a gasp. "Oh, ohhhhhhhh!"

That's when he started fucking harder and faster. He must have sensed the acceptance in my cry and gasp, and I suppose that it really was a mark of acceptance. I arched up again, my back bent like a bow while his cock rammed in and out of me, and I reached into my crotch, stroking his hand while he played with my clitty. My finger slid past his, though the hairs, and I felt the hot sticky juice that was oozing in a slow but a steady stream from the raw, fiery lips of my cunt.

Jerry tickled my button again and I moaned and two of my fingers started to work their was into my cunny. They plunged into a swamp, and I was an incredible sensation to have him hump over my back, fucking my ass and squeezing my clit. At the same time I kept working those hot eager fingers in and out of my snatch, screwing myself digitally till the smell of wet hot pussy was everywhere, floating round us like a cloud of mist after a summer rainstorm.

"My God," I whispered, "what are you doing to me?"

"Nothing you didn't ask for when you got me the van," Jerry replied smugly. He did double-time fuck up my asshole, and I was really wet in there now, and my tube was adjusted to the shape and the presence of him. I couldn't get over that. I'd touched my asshole once or twist wondering how anybody could ever be so sick as to want to stick a cock there, wondering how anybody else could ever be so sick or perverted a to let them. And here I was, taking it and – could doubt the sensation? – starting to groove.

Rain pattered on the roof of the van, steady, hard rain, as steady, as hard as the fucking Jerry poured up my asshole. Every time he pinched my clit I felt as if I were going to swoon, and every time he stabbed his meat up my anus it seemed that I did swoon, just a little, maybe. I don't know. I wasn't me this was happening to. It was that other Rebecca Lee Butler, the strange, perverted creature who lived inside me and had just broken free for the first time last night. I hated her but I feared her, too.