Ron Taylor - Stepdaughter in bondage

"Ohhhhhh!" Jack got up from behind the desk and walked around it slowly, still looking me up and down. He put his hands on his hips, pushing back the tails of his coat, and he tilted his head this way and that, sizing me up, you might say.

"Let go," I told Lara in a tight, startled voice.

Her reply was to get a little tighter on me, and her strength was rather surprising. I suppose I'd already had a taste of her physical strength this afternoon, but it was still astonishing because she was such a slender/willowy thing. Maybe she and Jack exercised together.

"Go ahead," Lara invited over my shoulder while I twitched and struggled fitfully in her grasping embrace. "You've been wanting to ever since you got your first look at them. Use the scissors. It's an old dress."

Jack smiled. "You think of everything, don't you, Lara?" He moved some papers on his desk, came up with a pair of silver-plated scissors, big, threatening. He looked at them, then at me, and he came toward me, snapping the blades.

"Wh-What are you…" I stammered, but by the time I got the wards out he was there, in front of me, and I knew what he was going to do.

Jack McMinn took hold of the neck of my borrowed dress and he started to cut it, from neck to navel, with the snapping scissors. Cut it open, I mean, absolutely ruining that lovely dress. The scissor blade tapped against my skin as he made his initial cut, and then he seized the fabric and just ripped it, ripped it open. I gasped and my tits came falling out the tear, which he widened with his tipping hands. Lara tilted my head back, and my boobs lifted. The nipples were hard with fear and – yes, admittedly, a little arousal too. Jack cupped my tits in his hands and began to ply them like a baker molding lumps of dough.

"Oh, God," I said, squirming. It was happening to me again! Was this my destiny? Had Lara been kind to me only so she and Jack could join for a mutual assault on my self-respect, just when I thought I'd found it again? Jack squeezed my tits until the nipples popped out between his clasping fingers. He scissored his knuckles on my tits, pinching till my eyes welled with involuntary tears.

"Fantastic," he said. "But you always did have a good eye, darling."

"Kiss her," Lara commanded, holding my head in place.

"Gladly." Jack leaned in and covered my mouth with his own in a crushing, soul-wrenching kiss. My body jerked internally and externally, and I trashed like a dying fish, but Lara's strong arms and firm body held me upright while Jack continued to ravish my mouth.

His tongue went inside me, crawling, exploring, tickling the interior of my mouth. It was a frisky tongue, and it seemed to take joy in what it was doing. By degrees, my tongue began to respond to his, twitching, flitting about, now eluding his, now joining it. This, I thought, is what French kissing is supposed to be all about! A lot of times in the past I'd done what I thought was soul-kissing, but each moment Jack's tongue worked in me I realized how much I still had to learn about so many things.

He leaned against me, and there was a stirring hardness in his pants, a steely bar of rigid meat that grew bigger and bigger each time he rubbed me. My knees began to weaken and thank God Lara was behind me, holding me up, or I might have collapsed then and there. As it was, I could scarcely breathe, the way he was kissing me, and my nipples were stiffening against his warm, moist hands, stiffening, throbbing.

"Don't you think it's only fair to be as nice to… Jack as you were to me, Rebecca?" Lara whispered into my ear. Her tongue was active in my ear, punctuating her soft-spoken words, and fuzzy auburn hair tickled the side of my face where she touched me. I remembered that hair. There was a curly helmet of it on her head and a wiry bush between her legs. I'd dipped my tongue and nose into her red-furred pussy. I could almost taste it again right now.

But no! That was Jack's saliva mixing with mine, the meaty snakiness of his tongue rolling round in my mouth, the fragrant aroma of his cologne attacking me from the front while Lara brought up the flank and rear. I was being double teamed, and I was just a weak, very weak, young girl, in no condition to resist such an insistent kind of attack. If I even wanted to. Something inside told me I didn't, and I decided to ride with that feeling. Who could it hurt?

We wound up in the bedroom. It was my second visit, that day, and I mentally said "Hi" to the familiar surroundings. My torn, ruined dress was falling off my shoulders by the time we'd climbed the stairs, and it slid completely off as Lara and Jack bustled me into the bedroom. I was still a little shaken by the suddenness of what had started down in the den, but every time I looked down at the giant bulge in Jack's well-fitting pants I got a little less frightened, a little more interested. I stumbled once, and my bare leg brushed his hard-on, and a tingle raced up and down my body.

All I had on were panties, borrowed from Lara, like the dress. The only clothes I had to my name were the muddy sweatshirt and jeans downstairs in the laundry room, waiting to be washed. Mmnmmm, I thought, standing by the bed, I can't even leave till I get my clothes cleaned. Else I'll have to go naked into the world. Nice thought. I stretched, preening myself a little bit more than I needed to. I made my titties jiggle, which they could do quite well by themselves, but it made me feel good, that little heave and bobble on my chest, and I knew that Jack and Lara were both taking it in with approving eyes.

"I knew," Lara said, "as soon as I got a look at her tits that you'd want to meet Rebecca, darling." She was taking off her silk shirt, unbuttoning it with long lazy fingers, stretching put the revelation of her own perfect little breasts. Finally she eased out of the shirt and stood for a long moment, her tits and their hard red nipples on display. My mouth began to water and I touched the nearest tit, my fingers pinching softly at the red erect beacon.

"Oh," I said, blushing, remembering that Jack McMinn was standing there watching. Maybe he didn't know about his wife's fondness for girl-flesh. I peeked over my shoulder, saw his smile of reassurance. How could he not know?

I stooped a little and began to lick Lara's nipple, the way she'd licked mine. Her fingers curled in my hair, as they'd done when she shampooed me in the tub, and it felt just as nice now. My tongue glided across the hard, long teat, and then it seemed to jump into my mouth. I started sucking, uncertain at first if I was doing right. But the tattoo her fingers drummed on my skull told me that I was behaving quite properly, and that was good, because I enjoyed it so much I'd have hated to learn I wasn't sucking a tit the right way.

As I sucked at Lara, something touched my ass. I didn't have to look to know it was Jack's hand. He stroked my butt, heating me through the thin nylon of the panties, and then his hand slipped inside, getting right to the source. His finger was big and solid in my crack, and he stroked me up and down the cleft, till my butt wiggled from side to side and the crotchpiece of my panties was getting soaked from pussy dew as it leaked out my gash.

He got his finger into my cunt just about the time I switched to Lara's other nipple, and every time he tickled my clit, I ground my teeth down on his wife's titty. She groaned and tensed against me, and I groaned too, thrusting my bottom at Jack's finger, and everything seemed to be going just perfectly.

His hand eased out of my pants, and I heard him moving around, but I was too busy kissing and sucking Lara's tits to pay much attention. She cuddled me to her bosom and she was saying, "Yes, Rebecca, keep on, don't stop, mmmmmmm! Do you like my titties, Rebecca? They're small but they're sweet, aren't they?" They were, tasting of cologne and a little talcum, but they didn't need artificial enhancement. The tang of Lara's flesh was enough for me. "Jack likes them too," Lara went on, flexing her arms on my head as she drew me to her. "He likes them, but once in a while he likes to bury his face between a pair of really big boobs. Like yours, darling. Will you let Jack bury his face between your tits? Will you let me bury my face between them again, too?"