Ron Taylor - Stepdaughter in bondage

Lara raised her face from mine. "Do you still have it?" she asked breathlessly. "Are you still hard? Have you come yet?"

"Not yet," Jack panted, struggling with the lover's knot of my legs. "But in – another – minute…"

"Up here," Lara said, as I thrashed and churned. "Up here. Let me taste it. Let Becky taste it. Hurry!"

She slid her hand across my thighs and they parted, allowing Jack to break loose. He came up fast, straddling my exultant body. My eyes were mostly out of focus, but I couldn't very easily miss the presence of his sweet big cock inches above my head. I jerked my face up, tongue already out, desiring, hungry.

Lara got him first. She plummeted her mouth down over his straining rod and I heard the gulping, greedy noises of her lips at work.

"Let me," I moaned, "oh, God, Jesus, let meeeee!"

She unmouthed him, turned his cock downward. I lunged up, caught him in my lips, nibbled him up and down like an ear of corn. My mouth fitted over the end of him and I took him deep, oh, God, so deep! I don't know how I kept from choking on his thick, throbbing rod, but I didn't choke, I didn't gag, I didn't cough and sputter. I sucked, like a pro, like an angel, like a wet dream. I knew I was doing a good job. My mind and my body told me, and so did the strokes of Jack's hands on my bobbing head.

"Both at once," I heard Lara say, and I slid back a little. Jack's cock eased out of my mouth, and I could see more clearly now. He was red, covered in wet shiny juices, and I realized that when I had him in my mouth I was tasting my own pussy flavors on his length. Oh, God, no wonder I loved it so much!

Lam started licking one side of her husband's rod and my tongue got busy on the other side. Occasionally our lips met at his red, swollen knobby peak, and that was sweet too. My tongue dove into her mouth and she sucked it the way she'd sucked Jack's big cock, and I did the same for her. But our first duty was to the penis that had brought us such soul-stirring pleasure, in our turns, and we soon got busy on Jack's dick, forgetting for the moment our craving for one another.

But only for the moment. I wanted to do it with her again, to eat and be eaten, and this time without those damned silly handcuffs and leg bands. Stiff – they were fun, if you knew how to appreciate them, and I didn't think I'd eliminate them completely from my future sex life. Could be fun, I reminded myself. Could be a lot of fun.

But not now. Now I wanted only to steep myself in the joys of free, willing, unrestrained sex, the best kind of all. Time enough to try the kinks again when I'd gotten my fill of this – if I ever got my fill. God, I didn't think that was possible! I had a whole life ahead of me. And I'd use it. Oh, Jesus, I would use it, the why it was meant to be used! This was only a beginning, me and Lara and Jack. There would be more, so much much more in the future, and I could hardly wait to sample it.

"Here it comes!" Lara shouted exuberantly, and she aimed Jack's cock down, down at my face. My eyes bugged out in anticipation, and then it was coming – he was coming, his thick, hot, sticky sperm gushing all over my face! Pints and pints of it, spurting from the end of his cock and spraying into my face! I closed my eyes and basked in the hot thick flow, turning my face this way and that so he could drench me in his love gift, so I could soak it into my pores, absorb it into the very pit of my soul!

I didn't really have a chance. Lara's face was close to mine. I had my eyes closed, and I couldn't really see, but I think she received a few bunts of his ejaculation in her own face. I hope so, because she deserved all the nice things in life, if only for the assistance and comfort she'd given me when I needed it so badly.

Anyway, I felt her tongue start to glide across my skin. She was licking up Jack's cum, drinking it from my face. Her cheeks puffed as she stored the jism in them, and then her mouth clamped down on mine and she spilled it all, back into my mouth, and I drank Jack McMinn's jism, if only second – hand.

It was tasty and tangy, and my body thrilled with delight as the gooey cum oozed down my throat. Once, I thought, I'd been afraid of getting this stuff in my mouth. Not now, I told myself. Oh, God, not now! It's delicious! Absofuckinglutely delicious! Why was I frightened of it? Why did I hesitate? Why didn't I start eating cock when I was ten years old, instead of waiting? Oh, hell, I'd make up for the lost time! This was only the beginning of my life, the life that really counted. I gulped, sucking down a big juicy lump of cum, and Lara's lips went soft and relaxed against mine.

Jack's cock had stopped creaming, and my body was slowing down from its mad orgasmic rush.

We lay in a pile of bodies, our, legs and hands touching, but not active. Not yet. You had to rest sometime, especially after a three-way come like that one. I hoped that you didn't have to rest too long, though. The longing was starting to build in my crotch and I could feel my nipples beginning to tense and stiffen with desire once again.

"Ah, Jesus," Lara sighed, stretching. "Why can't it be like this all the time? Why?" She sat up suddenly. "Why can't it? Not forever, maybe, but for a while at least?"

"Mmm?" I asked sleepily, touching my tits.

"Sure," Jack said. "There's no use breaking up a winning combination, which this definitely is."

"Absolutely," Lara agreed. "Rebecca, if I understand things correctly, your mother is dead and you don't have any living relatives except your stepfather?" I nodded. "Well, my God," she went on, "it seems the easiest thing in the world, then. Jack – first thing in the morning, why don't you get on the telephone and call the attorney for Athens County, Ohio, and tell him that we have Rebecca Lee Butler and we'd like to keep her for a while."

"Athens County, Ohio?" Jack mused. "Wait a minute. Isn't Tom Dunham the county prosecutor there?" I nodded. I thought that was the right name. "Well, hell, he and I were in law school at Indiana together! If you'd told me where you were from, I'd have called him already. Tell me, Rebecca," he went on, turning to me, "would you be interested in staying with us till you were eighteen or so? I am almost positive I could get us appointed guardians for you, given the situation in your home."

"What would I have to do?" I asked, giggling a little.

"Well, it wouldn't be a bed of roses," Lara McMinn said firmly. "You'd have to help me with the housework, which is the one thing I absolutely hate to do. And you'd have to make salads."

"I don't do windows," I put in.

Lara smiled. "Neither do I," she grinned. "Well! It looks as if we may have ourselves an adopted daughter, John Anthony McMinn. What do you think of that?"

"Sounds very pleasant," he said, looking at me with unconcealed lust in his eyes.

"Mmmmmmm," I demurred, "I think we're getting very close to incest, aren't we?"

"Not nearly close enough," Lara and Jack both said at the same time. They piled onto me at once, the two of them, and Jack was starting to stiffen. I could smell the pleasant fragrance of Lara's juicing twat and as I broke up into giggles and squeals under them, I found myself eagerly anticipating the days and weeks ahead. Maybe, I thought, maybe we'd even get the handcuffs out again. The handcuffs and that cunty leather thong Lara had tied around my ankle. I didn't need the things now, but she was right. They did add a little spice to sexual matters.

I could dig being tied up and made forcible love to, if it was done by people as kinky/nice as Jack and Lara, and if I was as willing to have it done to me as they were to do it. What the hell? Now that I knew who I was, what I was, I could take it. And love it. Like I loved everything else.

Mmmmm, I'd left home late last night, a scared and frightened runaway teenage girl. And today I was a woman, sure of herself, about two breaths from entering onto my first mature, defined relationship. I like happy endings, and I was pretty satisfied with this one.