Ron Taylor - Stepdaughter in bondage

Lara knelt by the tub again. "Lean over," she commanded, and I leaned. She put her hands on my wet hair, began to massage the shampoo into my scalp. Mom used to wash my hair for me when I was little, but no one had done it in eight or nine years, anyway. Her fingers felt different from the ones I was used to, and as she kept on rubbing and stroking, I found myself wishing she'd never ever stop! I purred and blew a path through the soapy foam. Lara's hands worked down my neck, following the trail of my long hair.

It was tangled and kinked, from being wet and muddied, and she undid the snarls with the gentlest touch imaginable. I wouldn't have been so delicate. It felt so good!

She rinsed out the soap with a little nozzle attached to the tap, and then she treated me to a cream rinse which accentuated the herbal aroma of the shampoo. I really did smell like a garden. And I could imagine myself sinking into a leafy bed of flowers on a sweet, warm spring day, looking up at the trees as they turned summertime green under the blue blue sky.

"Let's get you dried, now," Lara was saying, and I didn't feel funny at all when I stood up and stepped out of the tub, onto the mat beside her. She was there waiting, with a fat terrycloth towel in her hands, and she started to move it up and down my bare body, wiping away the clingy soapsuds and the wetness.

First she did my back, while I held my hair out of the way. Her hands slid law, lingering a moment on the curve of my ass. She patted my buttocks through the towel and her fingers made a delicate rhythm on my skin. It felt good. Dropping to her knees, she wiped the backs of my legs, then started up my front. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her I could do the front myself, but it felt so good being dried off after my bath and not having to move a finger in my own behalf. I sighed and closed my eyes, fingers toying through my wet, sweet-smelling hair.

Lara's hands moved upward, to my kneecaps, up the moist smooth columns of my thighs. The edge of the towel brushed my wet pussy and I opened my eyes in surprise. I looked down and she was patting me there, too, the way she'd patted my ass. Smiling, humming softly while she dried me and massaged me, and something told me it wasn't right, you know? I mean, she was a woman and I was a girl, and there was a certain something in it all, something that should have been easier for me to understand. Her hands slid upward and the towel moved across my tits. Lara's hands were guiding the towel and she smoothed it over my boobs, hands lingering on the protrusions, and this time I damn sure knew that things weren't entirely what they seemed.

"Uh," I started to say, the only sound I could make. She stood up quickly, still pressing the towel down over my tits, holding them in firm, solid grip with her small hands, and all of a sudden her face was in front of mine. Its a wonder our eyelashes didn't twine together. And then her face was even closer and her mouth was on mine, sweet breath flowing into me, her body tight and lithe and taut against my body. She was still holding the towel down over one tit, but the other one had gone around me, locked at the small of my back and she was pulling me even tighter, harder, against her. She was kissing me too, and her tits touched me – I could feel them hard and high-set under her sweater, nipples standing up prominently, seeming to burn me where they brushed against my skin. Her hand slid lower down, cupped one cheek of my ass, and it was a very small but a very strong hand, squeezing me with just enough power to make the breath clog up in my throat. My legs turned to mush, my head went swimming round and round and I'd have fallen for sure if I hadn't been leaning against Lara, all my weight thrown onto her willow-slim frame.

"Noooooooo…" I hummed against her mouth, but her tongue slipped into me while I was protesting and her hand was still busy down there on my ass, one little finger riding in my crack. I closed my eyes and made to push her away. But somehow, instead of pushing, my arms went around Lara and I was hugging her savagely, thrusting my body at hers, trying to swallow her lissome tongue.

In the end, I had to come up for air. I slid my head back, but my head was all that moved, and I stared at her, still hugging her body while she fondled and embraced mine. "What are you doing?" I said aghast.

Her answer was a little kiss on the angle of my shoulder. Her lips clung to my skin and didn't want to let go. As she kissed me, I put one hand on her curly hair and stoked her head. Without knowing it, I was dragging her face down my chest, toward the stiff waiting beacon of my right nipple. Her lips touched it, and my eyes got big, but I didn't let go of her, not even when she opened her mouth and the point of her tongue touched my nipple. White-hot jolts of surprise and excitement shot through me, but I couldn't let go. I put my fingers on the back of her head and drew her to my breasts and she began to suckle me, in a way I'd never been sucked before.

It was gentle yet fierce at the same time. Her lips pulled at me, pulled, hard and determinedly, and it was as if she were trying to jerk the nipple right off my titty. But her tongue was busy, licking, loving, spilling drool across my pap, and I just wrapped both hands around her head. I didn't want her ever to stop!

But she did, and she straightened up. My hands were still on her head, touching her cute curly hair, finding her earlobes and exploring them too. She smiled and let go of my left breast, bringing both hands round me, one palm resting on each cheek of my ass. We rocked back and forth, our crotches pressed together, and I looked at her face, not knowing how I'd gotten into this, only knowing that I was deep in it and not sure if I wanted to get out.

"Do you feel better now?" she asked in her soft alto, and as she spoke she let her hands glide up and down my buttocks. I shivered and the motion made my crotch rub hers again. Yes, I thought, I do feel better. I don't know why I do, but…

She dropped the towel. "What happened?" she said, pointing to my left breast. I looked down. There was a large bruise on the underside of my tit just below the nipple. Jerry, I thought. Jerry and his pinching fingers. Lara touched it with the tip of one finger.

"Oooohh," I said, "it hurts a little."

"Let me," she invited, and she bent her head. She kissed the sore spot and when her lips were gone it still looked raw and purple, but it didn't hurt at all. "Does that have something to do with why you were on the road in the middle of that rainstorm?"

I nodded, uncertain how much I dared tell her. She had created strange hungers in me, feelings ant passions that were boiling and simmering away inside my body though I couldn't understand the why or the how. But could I strip my soul naked too? "I was with a boy," I said, "and we had disagreement. He threw me out of his van. An left, with my coat and my money and my extra clothes."

"Are you running from something, Rebecca? Don't lie to me. You can trust me. Just tell me the truth. You're too young to be hitchhiking by yourself, and you certainly don't talk like a Missourian. From a bit further east. Indiana, Ohio, Pennsylvania. Ohio, I think. Right?" I nodded. "But you don't want to tell me? You're afraid?" I nodded again. Lara pursed her lips. It was a pretty expression.

Her fingers moved through my crack. My asshole was still a little tender from the fucking it had gotten a couple of hours ago, but there was a healing quality in the touch of her fingers. I forgot all about hurt as her hand slid over the red little hole, as her fingers skated on, made contact from behind with the wet muff of my pubic hair and the tingly lips of my snatch.

I jumped onto tiptoes when she touched my pussy. "Ohmygod," I said in a rush of words, "what are you doing?"