Milford Thomas - Step-Daughter Initiation

God! Wendy had really lucked out with her stepfather. How many men were this understanding and fulfilling?

She was spinning faster and faster now, feeling Herb Rheingold respond by pounding his throbbing penis all the harder into her steaming oven. She was working herself up into the wildest frenzy. Her mind was spinning as she realized she was on the verge of an orgasm stronger than her previous two, combined.

Wendy scrubbed her pussy even faster across her stepfather's tongue, feeling the rasping oral organ reach farther into her fuming depths than ever before. This was her third orally induced orgasm, and the young girl was determined a cock would split her cunt before another mouth touched her pussy.

Irene's heart was pounding as her breasts bobbled with her heavy breathing. And then she lost control of herself, screaming, "Aaaiiieyagh!"

Burning, searing, white-hot flashes of light flamed before her eyes. She thrashed wildly, as her orgasm swept down like an eagle plucking a fish from a river.

Herb was unable to contain his own passion any longer. Feeling the squeezing pressure of the young girl, he humped his cock into the frothing depths of Irene's slavering pussy while his tongue washed over Wendy's clitoris again and again, and then he was screaming a muffled, "Aaaahhhmmmf."

Wendy, feeling the vibrations of her stepfather's scream, screeched, "Eeeyyyyhii!" as her own satisfaction claimed her. It was the most thrilling climax she'd ever had, and her thighs squeezed around Herb's face, almost cutting off his breathing.

Unable to spin Irene in the basket-swing any longer, Wendy sat up, slamming her cunt-lips down more tightly against Herb's mouth, and then, with a final thrilling shudder, toppled off to the side and lay there, unable to move. Irene remained in the basket swing while Herb remained where he was until his cock shrunk and fell out of the bespectacled girl. He knew there would be no more fucking around for him that day if they all intended arriving home safely.

Uptight, prim, puritanical Maryann Rheingold should have felt guilty, but she didn't. Her cunt was aching for cock. This was what her new husband had done to her, and he hadn't been around to "scratch her itch." It was different when she was working and had something with which to occupy her mind, but all alone at home, with only her thoughts to keep her company, Maryann found the waiting intolerable.

When the paperboy came around to collect, Maryann had no trouble seducing the short, blond twelve-year-old. It was five-thirty in the afternoon, and she needed what she was getting or she'd go out of her mind.

Myron, the paperboy, was totally naked, and he was fucking her on top of the dining room table. It was a much smaller pecker than the one to which she had become used, but any cock in an emergency. Yes, she should have felt some guilt pangs, but she was unable to do so.

She screeched, feeling passion mix with agonizing lust as the young boy's thrusting penis forced its way into her tight vagina. Maryann's cunt could tighten enough so a pin would have difficulty fitting into her. This was why she was able to take the young boy's cock and enjoy it so.

Myron, the paperboy, was overjoyed. Like all boys his age, he knew about sex, talked about it with his friends, and even whacked off. He'd never dreamed he'd be going this far with a woman so soon! Heck! Who was he to turn away when an offer like this was being made? He just kept pushing his prick into her.

"Just push it in," Maryann told him. "Stop hesitating. Shove it all the way in." And in it went, slamming as far into her as it was able to go.

"Gee," the kid gasped, "it's so soft and mushy in there, like I'm pushing into melted butter."

"And you're so hot and hard," Maryann gasped.

The bay pulled back and lunged again, stuffing his throbbing cock into her burning pussy. Maryann yelped loudly in his ear, bouncing her hips to meet the thrust of the young boy's penis. Thrills shot through her as the short length of slender prick ran as far as it was able into her seething cunt. Her walls were so tightly constricted, the penis felt almost as good as that of her husband.

She was boiling hot, and her orgasm was almost there. The boy sensed his sperm starting to bubble and knew he'd be shooting almost instantly. Maryann expected it. The first time any male shoved is penis into a vagina he came rather quickly, and her own seething pussy was so hot her own climax was on the verge of arriving.

The boy was pumping rhythmically into her, now. Her hot cunt sucked at his cock as eagerly as any calf pulling at its mother's udder.

Maryann's body lunged upward, her vagina slamming into the boy's pelvis repeatedly as her long, slender limbs surrounded his body, tugging him more tightly against her. The boy sensed her vulva opening and closing, opening and closing, taut lips designed for sucking and pulling. The tightness of the woman's cunt made him feel as if she might vacuum him right into her. Her pussy-lips seemed to cling to his cock with the tightness of a vise.

Maryann felt the boy's small palms against her shoulders, doing his best to pin her down as he continued pounding his meat into her. She felt his cock swelling and knew the spunk was rising in him. There was no way to slow it down, nor was there any way to deter her from reaching her own pinnacle. Then, as he stroked forward one final time, the sperm erupted from his throbbing cock, unleashing itself into her hungering cunt.

"Wowwweee!" the boy screamed. "Yoww!"

"Eeeeyyyyyaaaagghh!" Maryann screamed, and her body felt the spurts of the boy's jism sizzle into her. She continued raising and lowering her body, clasping and unclasping her thighs around the boy.

Damn! Damn! Damn! It was almost as good as doing it with Herb. Almost, but not quite. In any case it cooled her off… a little. All she had to do was get the boy off her, get dressed, hurry him Out of the house, and she'd be all right when Herb and Wendy got back.

But even as she thought this, with the young boy still on top of her, she heard the sound of the front door opening, and a moment later her daughter and husband were standing over her, looking down. Maryann wanted to die.

Once Myron the paperboy was dressed and gone, Maryann sank into one of the overstuffed chairs in the living room. She was still totally naked, not having the nerve to cover her body. Herb and Wendy sat on the sofa, across the room.

"What flow?" Maryann asked. "I make no excuses for my behavior. It was all my own fault. I admit it. I… simply was unable to help myself."

"I can't fault your being human," Herb told her, "but you might have waited."

"Will you want a divorce?" Maryann asked.

"I think we're a little too civilized to start talking divorce at this stage of the game," Herb told her. "We have a genuine love for one another. What you did with the boy had nothing to do with love, correct?"

"Of course it had nothing to do with love," Maryann agreed.

"Then assuming I accept the fact that you have needs that must be fulfilled, and I'm not always going to be around to fulfill them, will you accept the fact that I, too, have similar needs and. desires for fulfillment when you aren't around?"

"Herb, what are you trying to say?" Maryann asked.

"I thought I was making myself plain. I'm saying, if you can fuck around with someone else, am I free to do the same thing?"

"My God! If we'd have had a conversation like this a half hour earlier, I'd have shut my ears and I'd be the one screaming for a divorce. Now you're offering me the choice between divorce and infidelity!"

"Not quite," Herb told her. "Infidelity is a word which means breaking faith with one's mate. To break faith means to do something physical without my consent. True?" Herb asked.