Milford Thomas - Step-Daughter Initiation

From the look on her husband's face, Maryann was almost able to feel the pounding of his heart. His lips were puckered, wanting to kiss her nipples, along with every other inch of her tanned body. She arched, raising her breasts as she thrust her arms behind her, and it was too much for Herb Rheingold. He leaned forward and took one exotic brown bud between his lips. His teeth sank into the eraser-like extension and his tongue whipped across the nipple again and again.

"Ohhhhhh… Herb… sweet Herb," she gasped, as the alcohol in her bloodstream made her more aware of every sensation. She was finding it harder and harder to resist him. She stood there on the deck, staring at the reddening sky, thrilling to everything taking place. His kissing of her hardened little nipple made her entire body tremble sensually. Overpowering floods of acute enjoyment poured through her. She was confused. Maryann didn't know whether to stick to her original resolve to fight him off, or to surrender to everything. She had to admit, Herb made sex feel good. He wasn't at all like her first husband, a brutish truck driver, who used to rape her every time he had an opportunity. Herb was a man who considered her feelings, and this consideration made her want to yield to his desires. Maryann thought her legs had given way beneath her and she was floating into her husband's arms. True, Herb didn't have the strength of her first husband, but he was strong enough to hold her securely. The demanding urges she was feeling were more intense and overpowering than anything she had ever felt before. It was as if her hotly aroused body was being directed by some external force and Maryann lacked the willpower to resist it. His hot, thrill-arousing mouth remained locked on her tingling breast, his lips pulling and sucking the erect, swollen nipple deep. He was lowering her to the deck now, placing her on the rubber padding over the wooden boards.

"Oooooooh… ahhhh… " she sighed. "It's so nice here. I wish we never had to leave." Her voice was a seductive whisper.

Maryann almost never spoke when Herb made love to her, but the champagne and the warm air were having effects on her, making her forget her inhibitions. She felt different this particular evening, completely different, and the idea of anything being wrong was totally remote and distant in her mind. Rather than tensing up, the woman was capable only, of lying back and enjoying the stream of pleasures running through her. She writhed, feeling sensuousness build to greater heights than ever before.

Herb was unable to believe his wife was so relaxed. She had always appeared so uptight before. He didn't understand what was happening, and he had sense enough to know asking her might break the spell.

Maryann sensed him moving very slowly, gently stretching her luscious curves out on deck without taking his lips from the silken extension of her nipple for so much as a fraction of a second. She loved the attention his mouth was giving her breast, and she felt more and more determined to give him back much of the happiness he was constantly trying to give her.

His teeth nipped at the full, blood-bloated nipple, and her other breast felt the warmth of his hand as his palm cupped it. He stroked it, rubbing the hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger until it was strained and springy. She moaned softly with each move he made, and gradually his hand ran teasingly down over her flat, smooth belly, delicately tugging at the laces holding her bikini-bottom in place. Once the bottom was loosened, his hand moved directly for the silkiness of her pubic hair, tickling the intimate beginning of her wet crevice. His middle finger began probing lower, working into the hot, wet folds of her hidden flesh. The finger continued poking lower and lower until it made contact with the tiny hard extension of her clitoris.

"Ooooooh," she gasped, sucking in her breath as she felt the heated sensation from the pit of her belly streak through her excited body. She was confused by the enjoyment she felt, as if forgetting something very important. No, no, it was all right. And she relaxed enough to allow the provocative sensations to take hold of her entire being. She felt as if some kind of hot wire now connected her to her husband, and each time his finger moved through her lips, a lightning bolt of desire streaked through her sensually aroused body. Instinctively, she parted her thighs wider, anxious to give Herb even greater access to her seething cunt. Once again a hidden question tried forcing its way into her mind-what was she doing out in the open, on the deck of a cabin cruiser? But concentrating on the question became harder and harder, as if she were forgetting the lewdness of her actions. His finger, continually massaging her clitoris, incessantly poured heat into her. Hot moisture, already starting to bubble in Maryann's seething tunnel, began seeping out and coating her silken pubic hair. The woman knew she was wetter there than she had ever been in her entire life.

The more she came to know Herb, the more aware she was of what he wanted from her sexually. Having been brought up in a very rigid household, Maryann had always believed her mother's word to be law. When her mother, who had not enjoyed sex at all, had told her to give as little of herself as possible, that was precisely what Maryann had done. She had given nothing of herself to her first husband, and was only learning to give to Herb. From the very first time Herb had entered her, Maryann had felt something, and the last time she had been close to orgasming. Had her mother's words not stuck in her mind, there was every possibility she'd have gone over the edge. She ached, at this half-drunk moment, to discover what lay beyond that rising sensation. Perhaps this evening she'd allow herself to find out.

The first thing she had to do was learn to accept things she felt were terrible and obscene, if only to make Herb happy. Her control over him was in her vagina. She was wise enough to know this. Maryann wanted this marriage to work. It meant security, but it was coming to mean more.

More than once, when she had licked an ice cream cone, she had caught Herb staring at the way her tongue worked at the ice cream. Her first husband had attempted to force her to lick his penis in the same manner, and she had retched all over him. She hadn't been ready to accept such an idea, especially the way her first husband had presented it to her. So far, Herb had made no suggestions, but she knew what he wanted. She thought herself able to hear his thoughts, at those times.

Tonight, with all that champagne in her, Maryann Rheingold was feeling less uptight than she had ever been in her life. Her mind was totally aware of the pulsing cock swelling in his pants, aching to be free. Herb was wearing a T-shirt and slacks. At this moment, glancing down, Maryann was totally aware of the pulsing head of his penis, pushing against the fabric as if ready to tear its way free.

Herb, in spite of the heavy pressure mounting in his nuts, wanted to wait for the right moment. He wanted her screaming for it. Then, perhaps, she might do something other than straight man-on-top fucking. Christ! Wouldn't it be something to fit his hard cock between her lips, feeling her shut her warm sexy mouth around it? The thought made him work faster.

Maryann felt wet and squishy as Herb's ardent.finger moved from her palpitating clitoris and worked down through the raw, wet flesh between her hair-surrounded labia until it was poised at the sucking center leading to her innermost feminity. Miraculously, her hips rose of their own volition in an effort to suck the hungry finger into her.

"Huuuuunnnggghh… ooonnngg… " she gasped, wiggling her hips, trying to force her tight tunnel down around his working finger. The finger teased her for less than a moment, then Maryann sensed it slowly screwing its way into her taut, moist, rubbery opening. Slowly, very slowly the digit drove into the warm, clutching corridor of her trembling vagina. The finger pushed deeper and deeper until it was totally embedded and the flat of Herb's hand was pressing against the pouting lips of her cunt. Maryann ground her pelvis at his hand in a sensual rhythm of self-indulgent pleasure. She felt as if she were someone other than herself. Her mind was light and free while her body blazed with simmering delight. She thrilled to the way he continued biting and chewing on her nipple until she believed she was ready to explode.