Ron Taylor - Stepdaughter in bondage

Something was changing between my legs, too. Hands were down there. They couldn't be Lara's hands because hers were on my head. It had to be Jack, and I knew it was, as soon as his thick middle finger worked into my twat. I was almost as juicy as Lara, just from mental excitement, and he worked his way into me, wiggled, played, tickled, and I got wetter and wetter. My legs spread at his command, and the bed sagged in a different way, and it was his face, moving into the battle along with his hands.

I liked that. Very much. Lara's mouth had been the most exciting thing that ever happened to my pussy, this afternoon, but Jack was no slouch in his way. God bless him! He spread me and he started licking, and he licked every inch of my vulva, dipping into my hole now and then as if he wanted to pick up a little of the sweetness overflowing from my depths. His tongue was a hot, wet snake, diving into hot wet cunt, and I writhed and squirmed each time he laid his tongue across me like an electric wire shaved down to the current.

"That's it, Jack," I heard Lara say. "Eat her raw! She loves it. Almost as much as she loves being tied down and forced into it! Suck her for me! Oh, God, darling, can you taste her yet? Is she creaming into your mouth yet? She tastes like oatmeal, with oodles and oodles of milk and sugar. Sweet, tangy, fresh, like a young girl ought to taste. Eat her, Jack, make her come!"

Oh, God, he was doing it! My body rocked upward almost as she was speaking, and I was thrashing and rolling and moaning my delight into Lara's dominant twat. My own cunt was juicing and foaming and exploding in joy. Once again I'd done it, blasted off while I was being forcibly fucked. I could taste the tears rolling down my cheeks, mixing into the juices from Lara's twitching pussy, and it was a bitter taste indeed, for me.

Lam pressed down three or four times more, while Jack continued to finger and suck my creaming snatch, and then her pussy lifted up, high, higher than I could reach with my mouth. I pulled at her with my hands but she was bent on getting off me, and I couldn't stop her. "Come back," I moaned. I was losing Lara's pussy just when it promised to spill a river of jism into my mouth.

She went onto her knees beside me. I looked up at her, those stiff red nipples shining with sweat, and I looked down at Jack, who was busy gobbling my gash.

"I don't know what's happening to me," I sobbed, "and I don't even know if I like it. Is there anything wrong with me? Is there anything really wrong with me?"

"Of course not," Lara said, wiping off some of the perspiration that had bubbled up on my forehead. I could have done it, with my free hand, but I enjoyed the feel of her hands on me, touching me, anywhere they wanted to touch. She said, "Jack," and her husband raised his head. "I think you can unlock the handcuffs now."

He smiled. "I agree."

While he was getting the key, Lara sat down beside me. She lifted my head, let it rest on her lap. I could smell her aroused pussy and it made me all the more eager to be at her again. But this time I wanted to do it willingly, without restraints, because I wanted to do it. Oh, God, I wanted to!

"Look here," she said, and I looked at the bedpost. There were a lot of scratches in the dark mahogany finish. "You didn't do it," she went on, seeing my look of concern. "Oh, darling, do you think you're the first person who's ever been handcuffed to the bed? Why in the name of God do you think we even keep the things around? To lock up housebreakers and other criminals we meet in our daily rounds and make citizens' arrests?"

My eyes were big. "You mean you…"

"Now and then," she agreed. "It's an amusing diversion. But, Rebecca, it's only a diversion. A game. With understood rules and regulations. You thought you were turning on when people used force on you, but that wasn't it. There's a sensual woman in you, waiting to be released, and I think you've tried to keep her under wraps for too long. When you had a chance, she came out, in a big way. Rebecca, the important thing is the union, the union of two – or more, if you feel like it – bodies in the act of love. If sometimes you make the progression via some clever, 'kink' games and toys, well it just adds a little more spice. Do you see what I'm getting at?"

"I think so," I said slowly, just as Jack unfastened the cuff from around my wrist. "It's just means to an end."

"Right. Something to add a little spice, like I said. It's called bondage-domination and it's one of the sweeter fantasy games, if you play it according to the rules. You're helpless, totally at the mercy of someone else, and that someone is free to do whatever he or she wishes with you. If only you could have known how I felt, forcing you, riding your body as if you were a horse and I the jockey – oh, God, Rebecca, there's nothing like it! Almost nothing. Except for the sweet give and take of a man and woman, both in full control of their own bodies, rocking together with no restraints of any kind, letting their spirits soar while they plunge, locked, to a blinding orgasm. It's sex, Rebecca, and there's nothing at all like it, anywhere, anyplace! If you really turned on from being a victim, you'd be a pathetic pervert! And you're not! You're a whole woman, and you deserve to know, to feel…"

"Show me," I implored, sitting up. "Show me."

"We'll show you," Jack promised, coming around the foot of the bed and sitting on my other side. His cock was sticking up and I reached for it impulsively. It throbbed in my fist and it was hot and oh, God, so fucking stiff! He moved around quickly as I drew myself into his lap and started to suck his rigid tool.

I didn't know much about cocksucking, but I was learning fast. My head moved up and down swiftly, his cock plunging into my mouth and out again, and I was taking him deeper than I'd ever thought it possible for a woman to suck a man's tool. He was giving off little dribbles of cum. I could taste them, and they were delicious. I wanted him to squirt his sweet seed into my mouth, to pour it out my ears, but I also wanted him to fill my pussy with his juice, and to spray it all over my trembling, throbbing body. I wanted Lara to have her fair share, too. I guess I wanted everything!

Lara went up, kissed her husband's mouth while I ate his rod. "You taste like Becky," I heard her say, and it never even occurred to me to tell her that I didn't like to be called Becky. The way she spoke the name, I liked it very much. I kept on sucking, and then her head was down beside mine, nudging me to the side.

I lifted my mouth from Jack. "Do you want some too?" I asked with a shy giggle. She nodded and smiled, and I moved out of the way. Lara aimed Jack's dick upward and she plunged her mouth down over it, sucking him all the way. Her lips were kissing his balls and pubic hairs. I watched in admiration. "She's good," I told Jack. He nodded proudly. "Do you think I can ever be that good?"

"I think you can learn," he said. "You seem to have the basic talent. C'mere."

I rose up onto my knees and he kissed me, first on my mouth, then on the tits. He sucked my nipples savagely, and I loved it, the sharpness of his teeth biting into me, the sweet consoling licks and laps of his gentle tongue, soothing away the hurt. He sucked harder, pulling the ends of my tits into his mouth; and when he wasn't sucking, biting, or kissing, he had his face between my boobs, squashing the fat, tingly mounds around his head. He enjoyed burying his face between a set of full-sized tits, I thought proudly. I could give him that. Lara could give him a full-throat blowjob, but I could give him the tits.

"Mmmm," I said, pulling back, "what can you give me, big stuff?"

Lara lifted her head. "She had to ask, didn't she?" I heard her say. "Why don't you show her?"