Milford Thomas - Step-Daughter Initiation

"Herb, don't play games. Say it straight out."

"I'm saying, I'll give you permission to have sex with other males, thereby no longer making you unfaithful… under certain conditions. First, I want to know in advance who these males are. Second, before you have anything more to do with another male, I want you to practice oral-genital sex with me."

"You're taking this very calmly," Maryann said. "I must admit, you're being very generous."

"There's more," Herb told her.

"Oh?"

"I claim the same rights. I want to have sex with other females, and I'll tell you in advance so it won't really be cheating, since you'll be aware of it."

"I'd be a fool to refuse such an offer," Maryann admitted, her head hanging.

"Fine. Then I want you to witness my indiscretion, just as I came home in time to witness yours," Herb insisted.

"Whom have you in mind? Will you attack some Girl Scout selling cookies door-to-door?"

"Don't be facetious," Herb told her, dryly. "I want to fuck your daughter, Wendy."

"You can't be serious," Maryann said, staring at him.

"I'm very serious. Not only that, I want you in the room, watching, and even helping, if necessary."

"Never!" Maryann gasped.

Wendy saw this was her cue. Her stepfather had opened the door for their being able to fuck without having to hide it from her mother. It was one helluva good idea, and she followed it up.

"Mother," the young girl said, going over to where her mother was sitting, and kneeling in front of the chair. "If we don't do what Herb wants, it means having to live as we did before. And as much as I love you, I'll always think it was your fault. If being able to live like human beings means my doing something with Herb, I'm more than willing. I mean, how bad can it be? You liked it so much, you went and did it with the first boy who walked into the house."

"Wendy, you don't understand," Maryann said. "He wants to take something very precious from your body. It's something you can only give once. Most men insist their wives have it when they marry them."

"I'm not going to marry most men when I grow up," Wendy told her. "Heck, I listen to you and Herb all the time, and I often wonder how something like that feels. I mean, it sounds so great. Come on, Mom. Herb is a nice guy. He's very gentle. He never acts rough or behaves like a jerk. I mean, you saved it until you got married, and look what happened with my father. He was a class-A jerk! I'd rather lose my virginity to Herb, knowing a nice guy got it, than give it to some schnook who doesn't know his ass from his elbow."

Maryann stared at her daughter, not quite able to believe what she was hearing. She knew Wendy was right concerning alternatives, and since Wendy was so willing, it meant her being able to live here with Herb. Strangely, shocked as she was by her husband's offer, she found herself still in love with him, though she was a little hurt that Herb was visiting the punishment on the daughter for the sins of the mother.

"All right," she finally gasped out, shuddering.

Both Herb and Wendy breathed a collective sigh of relief. And the idea of being able to fuck his stepdaughter In front of his Wife, perhaps even with his wife's assistance, made Herb's cock start to grow. The ride back had re-energized him. He was set to go.

"Now," Herb said, "right now, while you're still naked."

Maryann looked up at him, then stared into her daughter's eyes. Wendy merely nodded.

"Where?" was all she thought to ask.

"Here," Herb told her, "on the living room floor."

"A-all right," Maryann finally nodded.

Husband and daughter wasted no time in stripping, and had Maryann not been so distraught at the idea of Herb fucking Wendy, she might have noticed the glee on her daughter's face. The large coffee table in front of the sofa was pulled to the side, then Wendy stretched her lithe little form on the living room floor. Herb had Maryann kneel near her daughter's head. Wendy looked up and saw flecks of sperm on her mother's bush. This was her first chance to get a good look at the rich lips between Maryann's thighs, and the young girl bad to admit her mother had one terrific-looking pair of outer labia.

Wendy was panting as Herb knelt between her thighs, his cock as hard as a stone pillar.

"Don't be scared, Wendy," he told her, playing his role of seducer to the hilt.

Wendy was glad her stepfather had been unable to raise a second erection at the summer cottage. Now, when he fucked her for the first time, her mother would see her blood and know she was a virgin up to this moment. Everything was working out better than she and Herb had expected. It was good for Irene, too. The bespectacled girl would be able to come to her house, ostensibly to be with her, but actually to be fucked by Herb.

Maryann felt a funny thrill inside her. Even if this was wrong, she ached to see her husband cram his thick cock into her little girl. It made her breasts tingle with excitement. Also, it gave her a certain amount of freedom in the future. As long as she told her husband first, she was free to fuck any male who pleased her. This whole thing seemed so crazy, and yet, now that it had begun, Maryann didn't want it any other way. She was almost totally liberated from the horrible teachings of her mother.

Wendy watched Herb take the time to look at her body, then look at the full torso of his wife. The contrast between the full-grown female form and that of the just-ripening body of her daughter had him sizzling. Wendy had the same chocolate nipples as her mother, and though her breasts had not yet begun to swell, the fullness and roundness of her mother's tits let her know she had an excellent chance of developing a beautiful set. And though her breasts had yet to develop, her tiny nipples were already standing up, aching to be touched and licked. All in all, she was as tasty a morsel as any man might hope for.

Maryann, kneeling near her daughter's head, stared at Wendy's body. Her little girl was growing up. Soon, very soon now, her daughter would prove formidable competition. Yes, her daughter was competition even now, competing for her husband.

"Keep those pretty thighs wide apart," Herb was saying. "I want to look at that bare pelvis a little longer, it's almost as pretty as your mother's."

Maryann reached down and took her daughter's hand, meaning to bold it in case Wendy was frightened. At the same time her eyes drifted to the naked swell of her girl's tight little cunny, seeing the rich folds of pink labial flesh peeping out. There was a hint of- sticky wetness moistening the scalloped coral ridge of her inner lips.

Herb stared, breathing more and more heavily, aroused by the strong contrast between mother and daughter.

"I want you to help me," he said to Maryann.

"What do you mean?" his wife asked.

"Kiss Wendy's body, make her hot, very hot."

Two minutes earlier, Maryann might have balked at her husband's request, but looking at her writhing daughter, she herself, was getting hot all over again. She wanted some of her husband's cock, too, but the only way to get it was to totally satisfy him, even if it meant desecrating her daughter's body with her own mouth. Desecrating? No, that was a bad word. How can one desecrate anything one loves? And Maryann loved her daughter very much.

Leaning down, the woman kissed her daughter's flat belly and actually used her tongue, licking down along the girl's right thigh. Wendy shuddered, feeling an erotic tickle more powerful than any she had ever known. Yes, her mother was a very sensuous woman.

Herb leaned down and pressed his lips to those of Wendy, and the young girl realized this was the first time her stepfather was kissing her mouth. She parted her lips, accepting the tongue he slithered between them, and she began sucking on it, immediately. Soon their tongues were dancing back and forth, from mouth to mouth.