Milford Thomas - Step-Daughter Initiation

Looking at her husband as he removed his robe, Maryann felt a sudden funny twitch in her vagina. No longer did she think about the rights or wrongs of enjoying sex. Each time with Herb was better than the time before, and each of her orgasms was much stronger. Maryann pitied her mother for never having enjoyed sex. Secretly, when she was alone, she thought of how it would be when she finally did suck her husband's penis. In the beginning the idea had nauseated her, but with the passing days, it became more and more intriguing. She even practiced with ice cream cones, and rice, she'd accidentally crammed the entire scoop of ice cream into her mouth, dreaming it was the head of a penis. She'd felt silly with a cone literally sticking Out between her lips as she gulped the ice cream to keep it from spilling on her dress.

"I'm going to be a little rough tonight," Herb warned. "I thought you should know."

"I think I'd like that," Maryann said, facing him, triumphantly waving her breasts in his face, offering them up like a double sacrifice to some god. Herb's eyes swelled gluttonously. His gasp was Maryann's triumph. No matter how many times he saw her breasts, when seeing them again, he always gasped.

Abruptly his hands shot out and grabbed her penny-brown nipples, pulling on them, even twisting them a little.

"Ohhhhh!" she sighed. "That's nice, that's very nice." She writhed as he pinched her nipples again, then his fingers relaxed. He began stroking-them into thick, hard points. The heavy tan flesh around them felt as if it was being milked, and Maryann leaned her head into her husband's shoulder, mewling with delight; He leaned over her shoulder with her facing away from him and brought his mouth down on hers. One of his arms wrapped around her waist, while the other hand continued playing with her breasts.

"Ummm… ohhh… " she sighed as he released her. She savored his responses to her. Her husband seemed to get better and better.

Maryann continued purring deep down in her throat. Her hands slid down to her hips as she felt "herself being spun around, and then her arms formed a horse collar around his neck as she kissed him again and again. Her fingers moved down his neck to his solid shoulders and gripped tightly while his fingers slid up and down the length of her smooth body. His hands were cupping her buttocks, pressing her against him, and she decided she liked that a lot.

Her own hands were busy now, moving down his hips, sliding around his front, gripping his hot cock. Yes, Maryann knew she had come a long, long way. Clutching Herb's huge penis gave her tremendous pleasure. Feeling the way it flexed made her vagina twinge again and again.

"You're a great big man with a great big beautiful cock," Maryann whispered.

"Big enough to satisfy two like you," Herb whispered, thinking how he'd love to fuck that little Wendy, as well.

Maryann laughed lightly and pulled away from her husband. She hurried through the kitchen door.

It was a moonlit night with a trillion stars peering down. She could see as clearly as if it were twilight. The swimming pool was an above-ground installation, circular, with a wooden platform running all the way around and steps leading up to it.

Maryann trotted lightly toward the pool, her body gleaming, reflecting silver moonlight. Herb followed her, his thick penis wobbling from side to side like a living lever which, if pumped the right way, would make his body rise.

As she neared the steps, Maryann slipped and fell into the mud puddle beside the pool with a resounding "plop!" Squirming around, still lying in the mud, she laughed and said, "Come on, sissy. The mud is just fine."

She watched Herb star at her as he circled the mud puddle. He didn't know whether she was crazy or what. Who in her right mind wallowed in. mud?

"Come on," Maryann teased, reading his mind. "Women get mud packs on their faces every day to, improve their complexions. Think what this can do for your entire body!"

Standing, with the wet, earthy substance dripping off her, her brown, bobbling breasts bouncing with each mincing step she took, Maryann smiled, took another step, then fell on her butt again. She laughed out loud.

"You're crazy," Herb laughed, staring at her.

"Is the great big man afraid?" Maryann teased.

"Yecccchhh!" Herb responded.

"Oh, it feels so wonderfully slimy," Maryann told him. To emphasize how she felt, the woman rolled over and over in the puddle, splashing mud all around. Her bobbling breasts looked like two buoys holding her up as she lay on her back. The mud even covered her short black hair. Grumbling, Herb finally waded into the puddle up to his ankles.

Wendy watched, giggling, amazed that the grown-ups were acting so childish. She had to admit they were having fun.

Standing sloshing in the mud, Herb had to admit it was fun. It was messy, but the sight of her lying on her back, covered with the mess, sent a sensuous warmth seeping through him. Though still erotically aroused by the sight of Maryann, Herb was learning to love her in other than physical ways.

Then he thought of Wendy. What he felt for his stepdaughter was pure lust. His stepdaughter! The way she'd been dancing had really brought his cock up in a hurry. Even now, he felt it getting stiffer as he remembered the erotic look on her face as she danced.

Maryann watched him standing there, and wanting him to make love to her rather than think, reached up with her foot and gripped his cock between her big toe and the one next to it.

She rubbed and twisted her foot against his penis and balls until his hand reached down and caught the tiny foot, pressing it against his genitals.

"Oooooh!" she sighed. "I like the feeling!"

Herb's other hand reached out and gripped her calf, then he was on his knees in the mud beside her, and she squirmed as his hand gripped her naked thigh. Her other foot was bent, still pressing into his cock. She trembled when his slimy hand rubbed her belly, then reached down and massaged her pussy, pushing some of the cold mud in. Her toes gripped the head of his penis like slippery pliers as he attempted to insinuate his middle finger into her tight vagina.

"Ooooo… unnh… yess… I love that!" she gasped. His finger explored her pussy-lips, tickling her clitoris while his throbbing, solid cock beat a wild tattoo against the sole of Maryann's foot.

Wendy, watching from her window, had her first glimpse of Herb's penis when he turned his profile to her.

My gosh! she thought. That's what he has between his thighs. Like wow! That's really something. What the heck does he do with it?

Wendy noticed the way Herb was fingering her mother's snatch, and it reminded her of the way she had diddled her own pussy in front of the mirror that afternoon.

"I guess mud puddles aren't too bad, after all," Herb laughed. "Yeah, I think we're going to have a lot of fun. Hey, this mud is great lubrication. I ought to stuff some of it up your pretty little ass."

Maryann jerked as her husband's finger found her erect clitoris and began rubbing. His other hand had hold of her ankle. They both continued rubbing his foot against his cock. She saw the combination of mud and her rubbing foot against his pulsing member was having a powerful effect on the man. The throbbing seemed to increase, and she was certain the penis swelled a bit more.

"That's good, honey, that's really good," he told her.

The smell of wet earth no longer bothered him, and Maryann was pleased she had initiated this. A month before her conscience would have suffered the tortures of the damned, but tonight, the dirt, for all its connotations of filth, had a strangely erotic effect on the couple.

"Oh, Herb," Maryann gasped, standing and pressing her body to his as he got to his feet. She thrust her pelvis forward as his finger reached for her cunt again. His pushing finger teased, circled and rummaged against her clitoris, making it more sensitive with each passing second. He was rubbing his entire finger back and forth, back and forth against the entire length of her simmering slit.