Ron Taylor - Stepdaughter in bondage

Tony had ripped the gown open, ruined it completely, but I still had on the panties. He seemed to take note of that interesting fact, and his hands slid reluctantly downward from my tits, onto the lacy elastic waistband of the pants. He slipped his thumbs inside, fixed his eyes on mine in such a determined stare that I had to lower my eyelids in a puny self-defense. Just as I did, he began to pull on my panties. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see his face the first time he got a clear peek at my cunt.

"Goddamn these things," he said, fumbling with the panties. He had big hands and suddenly, he was ripping the pants just as he'd ripped the nightgown, splitting them in half with a long, agonizing rrnnppp sound. I went scarlet. I could feel the tingles of the deep blush that spread across my face, because I knew he was looking at me, down there, at the small dark patch of hair, shaped like a neat little V, flossing my crotch. Only two other males had ever seen that part of me, and I wasn't sure if one of them counted, because the time Bucky and I did it, the lights were all off and neither of us could see much of anything.

Well, right now the overhead light was blazing down on me and I knew Tony was getting an eyeful. A big eyeful. I heard my stepfather make little licking sounds, and then his fingers crept into my bush.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNN!" I groaned, lifting up from the bed I was tied onto. He had his fingers in my pubic hair, pulling, twisting, as if he meant to rip it off my mons in one big jerk. I couldn't lie still for something like that, could I? No matter how limp I'd resolved to be.

And as suddenly as he had begun to abuse me, his hand grew softer, gentle, almost. He had both hands on me by then, his thumbs resting on the inner curves of my thighs, eight fingers planted amid my curly black hairs. They stroked me caressingly, rubbing till I was warm. I couldn't fight the warm feeling that spread across my groin. It was coming from somewhere deep inside me, somewhere I couldn't reach with my mind, somewhere I couldn't control.

His fingers pushed up the rather puffy lips of my slit, squeezed them together. I could feel a moisture building within the tight little cleft, and it was something else I could not stop. Puffing, humming, whistling occasionally, but not saying an audible word, Tony rubbed me till my cunt was squishy-wet, and then he spread me. I remember thinking at the time that it was much gentler, that spreading, than it had been when Bucky's or Norman's cocks went into me those other nights. There was a tightness in my chest, somewhere behind my throbbing tits, and it stuck in place there. I couldn't have swallowed it down or coughed it up, not even if those panties hadn't been gagging my mouth so effectively.

He pulled a little harder, and my pussy winked open. I knew what he was seeing, though my eyes were still shut tight. I'd looked at myself a few times with the aid of a small hand mirror. So I knew how my snatch looked, once the snug fuzz-covered lips were parted. It was a slick-looking deep pink, just inside the gates, and the hole and as much of the tube as I could get a look at were a deeper color, almost blood-red, very moist and slippery to look at, even more slippery to feel. I knew that from having a finger inside me on a great many occasions. And I gasped around the muffler of panties, because a finger was in me now, and it wasn't my finger because one of my hands was tied to the bedpost with an electric cord, the other bound with nylon stocking.

"Mmmmmmmpppppppppphhhhhhhh!" I gurgled and moaned, but Tony's finger pressed into me, thrusting deep, deeper, oh God! He had it all the way inside me, and it was a long enough finger. His knuckles ground against the mouth of my cunt and his fingertip wiggled around and around till my head spun just like his fingertip was spinning and I felt as if I were going to pop out. The juice was running like a river from my twat, sticky and squishy, I could hear it squishing each time his finger squiggled around. My stupid Goddamned pussy didn't have sense enough to know that it wasn't my finger playing the old favorite game inside me. It was an alien, it was somebody who had no business there.

I could sense that his face was very close to mine. I could feel his whiskey-laden breath, for one thins but even without the alcohol fumes I'd have known.

"Sweet little Becky's not a good girl," he announced in a husky whisper, his lips only inches from my nose. "Where did her cherry go? Has somebody been dipping into your well? Some of those boys from school, maybe? Do you let them fuck you and you won't let me? Is that how it is, Becky? Well, Becky, you just don't know what you've been missing. But I'll show you. I don't mind if somebody's already done the dirty work. I hate to get blood all over my cock, even if it is from a pretty little pussy like yours. Bet you haven't found any schoolboys with a prick as big as mine, have you, Becky? Hmmmmm?" He kept calling me "Becky", over and over, Goddamn him! He knew how I hated it.

Tony leaned a little closer and he started to sloppy-kiss me, all over my face. I'd been sloppy-kissed before, a couple of times, but never by anyone who was reeking with booze the way Tony was. The fumes made my head giddy and I thought my brain was growing numb. He kept his hand busy on my cunt, squeezing it, massaging it with his hard fist, making more and more juice leak out of me till I couldn't help wondering where the stuff was coming from. I was wetter than I'd ever been, outside of the bathroom, and each fresh pinch of his fist seemed to make me wetter still.

His lips moved down my face, down my neck, onto my tits. He started to suck. His teeth were sharp and gnawing and it hurt. I opened my eyes and my head started to shake from side to side, but I couldn't move enough to shake him off me. He sucked until my nipples were throbbing and there were red teethmarks in the white caps of my tits, and his hand was still between my legs, listing my pussy actively. And I kept pissing out my juice, till the entire room smelled outrageously like a wet cat. If I could smell it so strongly, so much more vivid and noticeable than Tony's whiskey breath, then he could smell it too, and he must know.

One of my legs was unbound, for all the good that did. I tried to bring it shut, to push him from my cunt. Instead, I wound up clasping him, my leg tight across his hand, increasing? Hundred fold the pressure of his fist on my cunt. I must have squeezed him that way ten or fifteen times before I realized what I was doing and flung my leg free, out of harm's reach. But even as it slinked away, across the bed, I found myself wishing I could bring it back, squeeze him just one more time. My clitoris ached and my cunt was a swamp of passion. I asked myself, What is happening? What is happening to me?

Tony's mouth was on my bellybutton while all this was going on. He got his tongue into my navel and rimmed it round and round, bringing out quivery responses I had never felt before, and I wondered where my self-resolve had gone. My body wasn't limp at all. Each time his tongue licked into me, each time his fist squeezed my pussy, I found myself bucking, lurching upward against the pressure of the bonds that held me to the bed. My ankle mid both wrists hurt like hell but it didn't seem to stop me. I just kept bucking and jolting.

The next part happened pretty fast. One moment he was sucking my bellybutton and listing my snatch, and the next moment, it seemed, he was lying on me. Not heavy, the way Norman had lain on me when we did it on the couch. He was propping himself up with one arm so that his body didn't crush down on mine, and the only place we really touched was at the bellies. I could feel his cock, hard and hot between us, and it felt gigantic. I knew he was going to fuck me with it, and I knew it was going to rip me apart when he stuffed it inside. I was too small, too tight. I started shaking my head frantically, and I made gurgly sounds as drool spilled from my mouth around the gag of stuffed-in panties. My eyeballs were swollen and bulging, ready to pop out of their sockets and I could feel sweat running across my blush-scarlet forehead, out of my hair, stinging its way into my eyes. I blinked hard, and tears welled and bubbled, rolling at last down my cheeks. Some of them got into my mouth, adding saltiness to the strange taste of my panties.