Ron Taylor - Stepdaughter in bondage

Tony was above me, dominant, powerful, possessive. He leaned to one side throwing all his weight onto one elbow, and with his other hand he reached down into the area where our bo dies touched. His groin lifted from mine and I felt his cock move downward. His hand was guiding it, and the heated knob slid through my pubic hairs.

"Feel it?" he said. "It's a privilege to be fucked by this cock, baby. I have a spare that I use on scaggy twat – like your old lady. She never got what I have ready for you, Becky honey. And she never knew the difference. I tell you, kid, once you've been bitten by this tool, you'll never be satisfied with the average rod again. And the next time I fuck you, Becky, I won't have to tie you down. If I know anything about women – and I Goddamned sure do, bet your sweet lithe ass – you'll be the one tying me down. Let me tickle you with it. Do you like that? I know it's hard for you to talk, but I don't want you screaming your guts out the first time I make you come. You'll want to scream, too, Becky baby. You'll want to howl like a coyote and tell everybody in the world what a stud you've lucked onto. I'm all yours now, little girl. Your mama's gone and you can be my woman now. Feel it? I'm oozing it down your slice. And you've got an oozy gash, too. Just like you've pissed on yourself. You didn't piss on yourself, did you? Of course you didn't, Becky. You're just hot and bothered, itching to have this cock inside you. Bet your belly's on fire, dying to have a taste of my cum, huh? Me you on fire? Does this make you hotter?"

He stoked me again, and I couldn't lie still. My body erupted into a series of twitches and convulsions beneath him and it was almost like coming. Oh, God, I thought, what is he turning me into? I feel like an animal! My mother is dead and my stepfather is raping me, and all I can think of is, God, my pussy aches and aches.

"Don't have to wait any longer, Becky." Why did he keep calling me Becky? Because he knew I couldn't stand it? Because it made me twitch and shake with anger and with something besides, something far beyond anger? I sucked in my belly and at almost the same instant Tony pressed the head of his cock against my tight slit.

I thought my eyes were going to spring out of my head. It was an incredibly big, incredibly hard cock that gouged at my pussy. I'd thought Bucky and Norman were well hung, but I didn't know what hung was. Not till Tony began to work his rod into me. He'd have made two Normans, one and a half Bucky's, for sure, and my pussylips stretched wider and wider, staining, ready to tear, as he screwed the tip of his meat into my too-small hole. I closed my eyes and still I could see only red. My body was one huge pain and, down there, at my cunt, the pain was at its most intense and concentrated.

I wanted to scream but I couldn't. And I knew what he meant. It would have sounded like feeding time at the lion cages and everyone in this end of Reckardsville would have come running to investigate the disturbance.

Tony shoved again, and this time he got somewhere. He got half his cock inside me. It was like losing my cherry, only it hurt a hell of a lot more. I gnawed like a rat at the panties crammed into my mouth and I thought I could feel them starting to slip down my throat. I'm going to strangle, I thought madly. I'm already strangling!

But it was the tightness from my twat, pushed up my body, not a constriction in my throat. It's funny how feelings can get rearranged when your brain is too busy to keep it all straight. But now – now I could tell what was happening, and I almost wished I had been strangling on the panties. It felt as if a fencepost were being fed into my twat and I couldn't tell how much of the wetness in my crotch was pussy juice and how much of it was the blood from my ruined pussy. I tried to scoot up the bed, away from Tony, but he kept pushing and pushing.

He was in me! I felt his groin slam hard against mine and my guts were being pushed out of place, they had nowhere to go but up my windpipe, thanks to the huge mass of cock buried in me, and it was really buried. I could feel his nuts shaking in the crack of my ass, hard nuts, rocking nuts, swishing from side to side, making me itch everytime, everyplace they touched me. I couldn't keep my body still. I began to writhe and twist and shake and tremble and my tits were on fire and my pussy was ablaze. In about thirty seconds my body would be one hell of a warring, raging fire and maybe it would burn Tony to a cinder, which was no less than he deserved, the son of a bitch. If it destroyed me too, well, I couldn't complain, for I was damaged goods in the worst way.

And if I thought the insertion was bad, I didn't know what bad could be until he pulled half his dick out of me and then shoved it home again. It felt as if he were fucking right to the bottom of my throat. I could swear the end of his dick was coming up, tickling the back of my tongue. I went "Gawwwwwwkkkk!" I almost swallowed those Goddamned panties in one gulp.

"Hold still, Becky," I heard Tony say, and I couldn't miss hearing the note of triumph in his voice. All his dirty dreams were coming true. "If you hold still, you can really feel it."

And with that he started to fuck me, in-out, in-out, in-out, like a machine, fucking me so hard, so fast, so masterfully I didn't have time to be anything more than a slave of his passions. My body shook and vibrated each time he plunged home, I sobbed each time he pulled out, and I gasped as best I could with each fresh stab of his fat, hard cock. Oh, God, I had never felt anything like this before hr my life, never dreamed that I could feel anything like this!

I mean, here I was, tied up like a hog for butchering, any my stepfather was fucking the living hell out of me, not half an hour after we'd left the funeral parlor and my mother's closed coffin. I was trembling like a leaf under him, my body twitching, my pussy as wet as if I'd just been for a long, long swim. I couldn't find the brain center which controlled that muscle reaction. I couldn't stop my leg from creeping slowly toward Tony's body, my heel from beginning to slide curiously up and down his straining, hard-muscled cock.

The touch of me seemed to please him. "That's right, Becky," he said. "You know who's boss in this house, don't you, little girl? And you don't even have to call me daddy. Just keep moving, the way you're doing right now. And keep your legs spread wide."

By that time my free leg was slum closely twined around his body and I was stroking the backs of his thighs and calves, bringing my foot up to nudge the cheeks of Tony's ass. It seemed to drive him deeper into me, and it hurt, but my body seemed to crave the pain, the degradation. I strained at my bonds, and I struggled to breathe around the panties he'd gagged me with, but my body was responding magically under Tony and I had no more control over myself. I had been fucked by two different boys and both times and wondered what all the excitement was about. It had been unsatisfying, fairly messy, nowhere as good as I could do myself with a carefully snaked finger.

Well, this time I knew. And as Tony kept on fucking me I found myself recalling the moans and little cries I'd once heard Mom making in the night. Oh, God, if I hadn't been choked off, I'd have been moaning myself. He was a stud, no two ways about it. He fucked me like a man who knew his business and no matter how I fought, no matter how limp I tried to make my body go, I could not keep myself from responding. I think that was the moment when I really became a woman, and not just a girl with a cute face and a nice set of tits. Each stroke of his hammering, driving dick brought my orgasm closer and closer, and I knew I was going to have an orgasm. Every pore of my body sucked in erotic arousal and my belly did convulsions inside me. When I came it was going to be fantastic, no matter what the circumstances. I knew that, knew it to my never-ending shame and self-disgust.