Ron Taylor - Stepdaughter in bondage

Jack slid off the bed. I sat watching his hard-on, waiting for whatever was going to come next. Lara stretched out on the bed, her little breasts heaving, the nipples a mile long and red as fire. "Lie down here," she said, patting the space beside her. I stretched out too, my legs hanging over the side of the bed. "Lie across me," she said, pulling my leg. I slid the lower part of my body across Lara's, and I looked down. When I spread my legs widely, I could see her reddish pussy hair down there, just below my own dark black fuzz. It was a pretty, two-tone effect.

"This is fun," she added. "Ready when you are."

"Ready, willing, and able," Jack grinned. He spread my legs to their widest, moved in with his cock sticking out, and then he plunged that thing up me, in one fast, stabbing insertion that took him all the way to the mouth of my womb.

"Aaaaahhhhhhh Godddddd!" I yelled, bucking up with my belly as he entered me hard and fast and strong.

He gripped my thighs, worked them up and down as he fucked me, and Lara's belly and hips were twitchy and active under me. I felt cream oozing in my cunt, and each thrust of Jack's dick sent spasms of pleasure rippling through my whole body. I moaned and wailed and tried to wrap my legs around him, but it was no go. I wanted to clutch him in my thighs, and I tried to, but you know, I think the resistance of his hands, holding my legs, commanding them so to speak, was even more delightful. All I really know is that he fucked me like a hurricane, and his cock bit places I hadn't known existed inside Rebecca Lee Butler until he fucked them.

His cock eased out of me. "NO!!" I yelled, unwilling to lose that jackhammer action.

"Yes," Lara said insistently. My face was only inches from hers. She turned my head and began to kiss me on the mouth. Her hands found my breasts, started to play with them actively. I sighed and shivered and my nipples were like burning coals, scorching the ends of my tits. I heard Lara groan into my mouth and I knew that Jack had stuffed his cock up her pussy, that we were to be fucked in tandem, the two of us. Well, I thought, it seems okay.

But when you're as hot as I was, it was an eternity till Jack's stiff prick found its way up my cunt once again. I was parched with the want of him, but as soon as he plunged into me, I found that my pussy was capable of endless rejuicing and flooding. He went deep again, and I moaned into Lara's leech-like mouth. I didn't, know which I enjoyed most – kissing her, being felt by her knowing hands, or being fucked by her husband. Oh, Jesus! His cock seemed, to ram all the way to the bottom of my throat!

He fucked us that way, first her, then me, for what seemed hours. It may have been. I wasn't watching the clock.

Lara burst into a come under me, and it was so captivating to feel her body erupt beneath mine that I almost exploded too. But I didn't. I couldn't. Not till that hard cock had gone up me once again, stimulated me the way it had stimulated Lara.

He fucked into her till her body went limp and quiet, and then it was my turn again. I slid off Lara, moved back on the bed, "Let's do it right," I sighed, "like a man and a woman who really dig being with each other. Do you dig being with me, Jack?"

"You're Goddamned right I do," he husked, his cock red and raw-looking from its heavy workout. He grasped my thighs, stroked them up and down, massaged me till I was heaving and tingling with sexual desire. I reached down, fingered my pussy. I was greasy and slick, and my finger stabbed up my hole with nothing to stop its progress.

"You could be doing that," I said wistfully. "You should be doing that."

"I'm going to be doing that," he said, getting onto the bed. I opened my legs widely, and I flicked my clit to show him it was stiff and ready to be brought to orgasm. The lips of my cunt were coated in juices, mine and some of his. Mostly mine. Thank God he hadn't shot off yet. It was gonna be mine, his cum, and I craved it with every fiber of my being. I reached up for him and said, "Do it now, Jack, don't make me wait! Do it nowwwwwwwww!"

He came down upon me, hard and heavy, reaching down to get his cock into position. I strained upward with my wet, itching pussy, and we locked together. He stuffed his meat into me and my cunt glued shut, tightly, around it.

"Fuck me!" I said. "I don't have to be tied up to be fucked."

"But it can be fun," he pointed out.

"Yes, it can be," I agreed, rocking under him. "But there are other ways."

And I was finding out, fast, about those other ways. His cock was hard as steel inside me, rasping the lips of my cunt as it slammed in and out. His groin came down hard against me and he wiggled his loins when we were touching, letting me feel the jiggle of his heavy set of balls in the crack of my ass. I loved it. God, I loved it all! I wasn't the same Rebecca any longer, not the same Rebecca who'd gotten out of my bed yesterday morning.

Reckardsville! It was a zillion trillion miles away by now; I had nothing back there, nothing at all. My mother was dead, my poor mother, and I wouldn't even be home for her funeral. But I'd already said goodbye, and there was nothing more I could do. Not for her. I had me to look out for now, and I was a new person, a person born in degradation and humiliation but come through it all smelling like a rose.

No, smelling like a wet, horny pussy! The aroma of my juicing cunt flooded the bedroom, filled my nostrils. A hundred years from now, I thought, if this house is still standing in a hundred years, anyone who walks into this bedroom will sniff and say, "Rebecca Lee Butler was fucked here. Fucked till she came like a river, till she came like an earthquake, till she came like a hot, hungry woman who'd finally found herself."

What did I care what happened a hundred years from now? I didn't plan on living forever. When I died, they'd look at me and say, "She lived it all, baby, to the fullest." Just like I was living it now. Jack's cock ramming in and out of my sucking twat, his body rocking atop mine.

And that wasn't all! A hand streaked lightly across my face. Fingers caressed my eyelids, my nostrils, my lips, my ears. It was Lara, recovered from her own orgasm, come to add extra delight to mine. I loved her. Even more, much more, than I loved Jack, than I loved life itself. She'd created me, almost by herself, and I could never repay her for it. Never. But I'd try.

"Are you ready again?" Jack panted.

"Mmmm-hmmmm," Lara purred. Her husband leaned back a little, his cock not letting up a stroke in its exploration of my deranged pussy, and Lara leaned in to me. Her lips came to rest on mine and I kissed her angrily, though I had little enough breath to spare right then, obsessed as I was with the coming explosion in my twat. The tightness in my chest and lower belly predicted that explosion a lot better than they're able to predict the weather.

Lam kissed me, and all the while Jack kept fucking. In, out, in, out – I got a dozen strokes in ten seconds, and the effect was too much. My body lifted, and my legs tied around him in a knot that I hoped would never come loose, and he fucked his way into my churning pussy, fucked till my head reeled and my senses were upside down and my body was a live, throbbing mass of response, response torn from the pit of my being.

Lara's mouth was on mine all through that orgasm, and I don't think I could have endured it without her comfort and assurance so close by. Did that mean I was turning into a lesbian? I didn't think so, not the way I was coming under Jack. But in the future, when I thought about sex and the delights thereof, I wouldn't be thinking entirely in terms of having sex with men. At the right time, and maybe anytime could be the right time, you could do fantastic things with another woman, if both of you felt the same way about each other I didn't know where I'd be tomorrow, but I hoped that I wouldn't be far from somebody like Lara McMinn.