Milford Thomas - Step-Daughter Initiation

When Herb finally stopped the car, it was in front of a small cottage. They had passed through a gate to reach it, and Wendy noticed many high bushes and hedges surrounding the tiny cottage.

"What is this place?" Wendy asked.

"This is where I used to take my summer vacations before I met your mother," Herb explained as he and the two girls got out of the car. "As a real estate agent, I find bargains, and many years ago I found this one. It was too good to pass up, so I bought it myself. It's a summer cottage. It has running water and electricity. The taxes out here are dirt-cheap. But best of all, it's private. No neighbors can see what's going on, inside or out."

They circled the cottage in back, there was an old basket-type swing, though the bottom had been worn out a long time ago. Anyone sitting in it would have his or her bottom hanging down almost to the ground.

"Now this is the perfect place to deflower one of you," Herb said, noting both girls were blushing. "Who wants to go first?"

On the ride up, Irene had started talking with Herb. Little by little her shyness had faded. Now, smiling, she said, "I'll go first. But why is this such a terrific spot?"

"See that swing?" Herb said. "Notice the bottom is missing. Also notice the chains holding it are very much intact and won't break. Now, suppose you were to get undressed and sit in that swing, with your pretty little pussy hanging down through the broken bottom. And suppose the swing were twisted a number of times. As it was twisted, you'd go up, up, up, and when we let go, you'd untwist and kind of corkscrew down."

"Won't my feet get in the way?" she asked.

"Not with your pretty little bottom hanging through the seat of the swing. Your feet will be almost up in the air. Now imagine if I were to lie down under that swing with my penis standing straight up in the air, and as you corkscrewed down, Wendy would guide your pretty little pussy onto my penis. Its entrance would be slow, and Wendy will make certain you spin very slowly as you come down, so your little tunnel will widen with a minimum of discomfort. And this way, when your hymen touches my penis, I'll be able to literally screw my way through it."

"Hey, that sounds terrific!" Wendy said. "I hope you have something just as good in mind for me."

"I believe in playing things by ear," her stepfather told her. "So suppose we undress right here and put our clothing on the furniture."

Irene blushed. This was the first time a man would see her naked body. But Wendy quickly removed her own clothing, and Herb also undressed, so Irene, not wanting to feel left out, took off her own clothes. Irene noticed the flaccid thickness of Herb's cock as it dangled between his thighs. She kept her glasses on this time.

"Hey," Wendy said. "We can't have that pole of yours so soft. You can't do anything with a soft cock."

Wendy knelt in front of his penis. She began fondling it with her fingers, causing it to grow. The scent of her stepfather's masculinity overpowered her. Her delicate young nostrils widened with arousal. The aroma of his penis became overwhelming, and the young girl breathed deeply.

Irene knelt next to her and watched everything. She, too, was able to appreciate his masculine scent, and she felt the water in her seething vagina starting to bubble. God! This was her first glimpse of a man's penis, and it set her on fire even more than the sight of Wendy's vagina. Yes, yes, she wanted to be deflowered by his wonderful male rod! Irene reached out and petted it a little. Herb's cock twitched and swelled.

The scent of her stepfather's cock was overwhelming Wendy. She breathed deeply, one hand cupping his balls, and the other hand taking turns petting it with Irene. The musky odor built her lust higher and higher. Looking up into Herb's eyes, she saw he was very anxious to continue, almost as anxious as she. She had wanted Irene to go first to give her friend confidence. If Herb was able to keep his cock hard for her, so much the better. If not, they had a lot of time together. The important thing was to make Irene believe in her own sexuality. She knew Irene wanted the cock as much as her stepfather wanted to bury it in both of them. She felt it was up to her to keep things going correctly. After all, she had seduced Herb in the first place. By letting him know how much she appreciated what he did-and by continuing to make him buy her things-she'd be able to overpower any feelings of remorse he might feel, later on.

Wendy's eyes were glowing bright with anxiety. Every inner muscle ached with youthful excitement, and every nerve ending crackled with desire. The semi-erect penis she was fondling made her more aroused. And when she looked at Irene, she saw her friend was as anxious as she.

Herb was staring at her face, watching the way she gazed at his cock. This was the first time she had seen it up close, and he had feared she might be reticent about touching it. That she handled it immediately, and that Irene did the same thing, made him feel more confidence in himself. The mere sight of it caused licentious hunger to well up in her as never before.

Wendy came closer, leaning her head over it, breathing on it. The penis grew more, and though his thighs quivered, the rest of him remained unmoving. Liberal quantities of heavy lubrication soaked his half-hard cock, dribbling down to his balls, covering her hands.

Wendy's fingertips moved around in the viscous ointment. Saliva filled her mouth. Without being told, she wanted to suck that penis. She wanted to cram it into her mouth, just as she bad lapped at Irene's pussy the previous day. Sex was so natural. Wendy took to it as a bird took to flying. Yes, she wanted to suck that penis. She wanted to cram it into her mouth, just as she had lapped at Irene's pussy the previous day. Sex was so natural. Wendy took to it as a bird took to flying. Yes, she wanted to slip her lips over that thick cock and swallow the entire length into her mouth. It was longer than her mouth was deep, and she wondered if the rest might fit into her throat so her lips could kiss the base. Now, this close to her stepfather, she realized her desire to kiss Irene's cunt had really been a desire to suck the girl's clitoris, and she had wanted to suck the clitoris because it was really a miniature penis. Now she had a full-grown cock, and she intended enjoying every bit of it. She intended sucking it and making it nice and hard, and then she'd let Irene sit in the basket-swing and screw her way down onto it while she watched the whole thing. The mere thought made her tingle. But for now, the cock was hers to enjoy.

The lubrication coating his penis was very thick, and though new bubbles were forming on the tip of his glands, the earlier drops were already evaporating. She felt his stiff penis growing thicker and tightened her grip. She tugged it, jerking the outer skin up, then down, and suddenly more of the colorless ointment flowed from the tip. She sensed the tightening in. his belly. Her hand squeezed Herb's cock. When he sighed and gasped, Irene tried to reach out and remove Wendy's hand, aching to replace it with her own hand.

"No," Wendy whispered. "No, let Herb look at you and admire your breasts. Let him feel them. Right now I have no breasts for him to feel. But until you sit on the swing, his cock is mine, all mine."

Herb Rheingold lay back in the wooden chair, stunned, totally unmoving, unable to believe all this was happening to him. Wendy's fingers were jerking faster on his cock now, and a wanton look of lust glazed her eyes. Her tiny, slender fingers were barely able to circle the thickness of the cock as it continued stiffening, and the lust written all over her face merely mirrored the hunger Herb felt. He moaned and sighed, glad he had thought to come to this deserted cottage. Wendy's fingers tightened even more strongly around his pulsing cock.