Ron Taylor - Stepdaughter in bondage

When my hand came down, it was onto the top of her head, fingers piling into her crown of reddish fuzzy curls. Something in the bedroom lighting made her hair look very red, like a fire dying on the grate, and it was probably just that impression registering in my head, but her hair felt very warm when I touched it. So did her scalp, as my fingers pushed through her hair onto her head itself. Her lips were still glued to my belly but moving downward, slowly, surely.

She got her lips into my pubic V and I got a fast education in what tickling was all about. Her tongue was out now, skating through my pussy hairs, licking around and around the cleft of my slit, stimulating me from the sides but not yet touching me where it really counted. I struggled against the bonds controlling my hand and foot, and the effort was rewarding. My body ached with the desire to be free, but I was so aware that, free, I couldn't think of myself as a prisoner of someone else's lust, unable to control her own destiny. Free, I'd have to be committed, either for or against. Bound, I was a slave and anything that happened to me would simply happen.

Her fingers came up, toyed their way into my crotch, and she began to spread my lips. I shivered and trembled, hand stiff against the imprisoning cuff. "Stop," I said, because it was what I always seemed to say in this position. "Please don't do that."

She wasn't listening. Her fingers came to rest on the edges of my slit and they pulled to each side, opening me widely, not too gently. The labia strained against the pressure on them, but I could feel her warm moist breath flowing into my vulva, too, and I wasn't sure if it really hurt or if I was just thinking that so I could feel less guilty about enjoying what Lara did to me.

And then her tongue shot into my cunt and sparks exploded all around my head. She plumbed me deeply, that first time, and it was like nothing I had ever felt before. Jerry hid licked my pussy this afternoon, but I hadn't responded this way. His tongue hadn't made cold sweat break out all over my body, cold sweat that sizzled to a furious boil as it coursed across my skin. His tongue hadn't flicked my clitoris with just that proper amount of nonchalance mixed with intensity. His fingers hadn't wormed their way into the tip of my hole, spreading me wide, allowing deep penetration by a frisky, knowing tongue, penetration that had my pussy walls quivering, awash with hot internal juices.

She covered my cunt with her entire mouth, teeth grinding into my flesh, tongue prodding inside me, and all the time I kept saying, "My God, Lara, my God," over and over, the only words I could think of for the occasion. One of her hands came up to clasp tightly at my left breast, and her other hand worked its way underneath me, fingers jiggly as they supported my sweat-dampened ass. My entire body was shivering and sweating, as if I were just coming down with a bad case of flu.

I tried to tell myself that none of this was happening to me. Not to the Rebecca Lee Butler I had known all my life with such intimacy. It was the stranger inside me, the creature who'd been born just last night, the one who came to the forefront when the old, familiar Rebecca couldn't handle her feelings any longer.

Yes. It was the strange Rebecca who was jerking and moaning every time Lara McMinn's tongue wiggled like a snake inside the cleft of my twat. It was the stranger Rebecca whose clit was swollen the size of a coat button and as excited as a schoolgirl getting her braces taken off. It was the stranger Rebecca who was sobbing and shaking and pussy-gushing with cum, saying "Eat me, oh, God, Christ, eat meeeee!"

I couldn't move, not enough to count for anything. My left arm and my right leg were unrestrained, but they made no difference. I could only lie on my back while Lara continued to feast at my pussy, eating me with a passion that built and grew each time her tongue worked its way into my pussy. Her fingers were busy around the lips of my slice, keeping me split and open for her invasions, and my clit must have been swollen big enough to bump her nose every time Lara's head moved. She licked my clit, doing it seemingly as an afterthought, but each separate swipe of her tongue across my button sent me into spasms, all the wane for my immobility.

But without that immobility, I couldn't have responded half so heatedly as I did. We'd already demonstrated that. When she and I were sitting on the bed and I had my finger in her pie, and we might as well have been in different states. I'd felt her come, or very nearly come, around my finger, but it was so cold and uninteresting an experience to me that I'd been ready to put on my clothes and bit the road again. But now, oh, God, now! She was staffing my twat and using her fingers on me, and my head tossed from side to side, and I kept stroking her hair, using my leg to rub the flank of her lean, sinuous body, and I felt a come building in me like you wouldn't believe, and I had no idea what would be happening next.

She lifted her head. "Don't stop." I gasped, "Jesus, don't stop! I'm almost there!"

Lara touched my lips with one of her lingers. I tasted my pussy juice on her, and I knew suddenly what the strange taste had been last night, when Tony stuffed my panties into my mouth to gag me from screaming. It was exactly the same fluids aroma that coated Lara's wet sticky finger, and, sampling it so directly now, I found it incredibly delicious. I opened my mouth and her finger slipped inside. I began to suck passionately, vigorously, my tongue sliding and slipping around her finger as it pressed into me. She pushed, made a soft giggling noise, and she rose a little along my body. One of her nipples slid through my pubic hair, hot and stiff, and I moaned tremulously around her inserted finger.

"You like that?" Lara asked lightly. I looked down, saw her take her tit in hand. She pushed the stiff nipple against my slit, pushed until the nipple had worked its way inside, supple yet firm against my cum-slithery vulva. "Try this," Lara suggested, and she jiggled her breast. Her nipple bumped my clitoris, sent explosions thudding through me, and then it slid a little lower, made its way into the very mouth of my pussy tube. The muscles were active, snapping and sucking at her boob, and she moaned a little too, feeding my cunt with her hard, sweet nipple.

I bucked upward, still sucking her finger. Jesus, I almost bit it in two! When that come hit me, it was like being rammed broadside by a truck! I thought of my mother when that image occurred to me, but I am sorry and shamed to say, the thought passed from my mind as quickly as it had entered. All my concentration, and my energy, were focused upon the swift, shattering reaction of my body to Lara's sexual attack, and when I came, I didn't think I was going to stop. Ever.

She worked her nipple into my pussy until my trembling and moaning subsided, and then she leaned back, panting almost as heavily as I was panting after her assault. She stroked me with her hands. "It really was true," she said thoughtfully, one palm lying atop my pubic bush, the other resting on my left thigh about four inches down from my cunt. "You do turn, on like a bandit this way."

My face was red and my breathing was just returning to normal. Inside, from the crown of my head to the wiggly ends of my toes, I felt as if I were on fire. I couldn't lie still, even though the bonds at my wrist and ankle made it difficult for me to do much moving around. "Damn you," I told her. "If I could get my hands onto a chair, I'd…"

"You'd what?" Lara asked. She moved up my body quickly, caught me by the face, kissed me warmly, wetly, on the mouth. Her lips parted and I felt my tongue stab into her. I had no control over my tongue. It was operating independently. I could only lie there while it thrust into Lara, wiggle, met the frisky wiggly thrust of her own red tongue. We spilled drool back and forth, and I couldn't believe how full of saliva my own mouth was. I might as well have been pissing through my lips. Our mouths crammed together, wet, hot, sloshing, and even our tits seemed to be kissing as they pressed together, all four nipples stiff and thrusting, all four curved mounds sloppy with sweat.