Milford Thomas - Step-Daughter Initiation

In the small cabin below, Wendy lay on her bunk, wondering about all the movement on deck. She had no idea what was taking place, and young and unknowing as she was, she was wise enough to stay where she was. Her relationship with Herb Rheingold was, as yet uncertain. She thought he liked her, and she wanted to like him, yet whenever he looked at her there was a brooding hunger in his eyes the girl was unable to understand. She wondered if her stepfather understood it. At any rate, to go barging up on deck at this point was sheer madness. As a very young girl Wendy had heard her mother scream when her father had done things with her, yet there were never any bruises on her mother. She surmised her stepfather was doing the same things, but not as badly, because her mother's cries weren't as long or as loud as they had been with her real father.

Maryann was so unsettled by what had almost happened, when her husband rose to his knees and began tearing off his clothing, she felt instant relief. She watched him tug off his pants and underpants all at once, and stared at the immense, bulging head of his cock. She had always managed to avoid looking at it when they were in bed, even while he looked her over from top to bottom. Staring at the massive penis, she thought it looked bigger than anything she'd ever felt, thrust into her. Just the sight of it had her afraid he would tear her membranes when he slammed it into her.

Herb was still angry, and her only hope of mollifying him was not to anger him any further. When he suddenly tugged at her waist, turning her over onto her belly, she kept her lips clamped tightly shut. He forced her to kneel on the deck, all but cramming the side of her face into the mat. The woman felt her face reddening, but from embarrassment rather than pain. Her buttocks were lewdly waving in the air, open and exposed to Herb's hungry gaze.

It came to Maryann all of a sudden: her husband was about to fuck her as if she were some kind of dog. This was degrading and inhuman, but ho nearly as degrading as having his mouth there. Even so, it was only right to air her feelings But before she opened her mouth, another wave of heat, caused the dregs of the champagne in her bloodstream, swept over her, and she clamped her mouth shut. It was impossible to ignore the fiery sensation in the pit of her stomach. Her aroused body had already taken control of her mind once, and she knew it could happen again.

Maryann knew Herb was purposely being rough with her. This was his revenge on her because she didn't do as he wished. If she wasn't going to submit to oral sex, then he intended fucking her cunt in the most degrading manner possible. Dog-style seemed the right way to do it.

"Okay!" he said. "You want to be fucked. Fine with me."

He moved behind her, spreading her thighs wide apart. Her knees were forced wider and wider, and now he had total access to her naked quivering loins. Maryann realized this was the first time Herb had ever seen her like this, and he was taking his time about it, pausing to examine every detail. She shuddered, thinking of the way he was staring at her tanned, round buttocks. This was a very salacious position and it irritated her. The slope of her smooth back, from the top of her buttocks to her nape, looked like a ski slope, but with a tiny spinal indentation running down the middle. Because her dark hair was piled high on her head, her face was completely visible, letting him see her blushing with shame.

At that moment Maryann felt she deserved punishment for allowing herself to get carried away. She had teased her husband, and if there was one thing she wasn't, it was a tease.

His hands ran down her smooth, silken back, then moved under her ribs to her fully rounded breasts, dangling below. He tweaked both nipples, and she knew he was aching for her.

She writhed as his hands massaged her breasts, and then his hands moved to her oval buttocks, and he placed his thumbs inside the tight sloping curve of her softly yielding crevice, spreading the firm tan mounds wide apart. She knew he was staring at the rosebud pucker of her anus, tight and crinkly in the failing light, and from the pressure of his hands she was aware of the excitement shuddering through him. Herb jerked his hips forward and rammed his pulsing penis between her tender inner thighs, feeling he was unable to wait any longer.

"Put it in," she heard him say. Her husband was almost spitting the words at Maryann. She felt more ashamed of herself than ever for having led him on.

Maryann was silently crying, wanting to tell him how much she loved him, and to beg him not to treat her like a street whore, but the sound of his voice made her flesh crawl. The mixture of fear, anger and passion made her instinctively obey his demand, in spite of having to compromise herself in such a lascivious manner. She reached between her dangling breasts, groping momentarily, then finding the solid shaft of his wang as it probed between the soft, sensitive lips of her wet pussy. Her hand found and gripped the solid shaft, and she trembled. She had always attempted to avoid touching his penis-now she did it only because she had no choice. The touch of it, pulsating and trembling, made her think it had its own heart, pumping blood to the rest of his body. The tip felt wet from his sticky secretions, and it aroused her more to know it was in this state because of her. Maryann tried hard to blank the touch of it from her mind and to forget the lewd, degrading position she was humped over in, but the pressure made her shiver with arousal. The jerks and twitches made her hot all over again. She was certain Herb's rigid cock had never been so big before. For a moment she hesitated, fearful it really would tear out her insides. Then she felt her husband's fingers squeeze her buttocks almost to the point of pain, and she remembered how open she was to his lascivious, intensive stare.

"Now," he told her, an icy calm in his voice. "Put that penis in, now!"

His commanding tone let Maryann know his patience was wearing thin. From the twitching in his cock, the woman realized her husband was concentrating on keeping himself from ejaculating all over the tan cheeks of her ass.

Her fingers compressed themselves a bit more tightly around his aching phallus, like pointed probes of sensation, and when she had the penile head centered correctly, Maryann felt Herb push his hips forward. The penis was slightly off-target.

It didn't go in, so Maryann had to grab it and guide it again.

"Come on, come on," he was gasping, his voice heavy with passion.

His fingers squeezed the pliant flesh of her asscheeks until they left white circles on her. Had he dug them, any deeper, she feared he might cut her.

The woman wanted to cry with fear and moan with passion at the same time. Her frustration was magnified by wanting to strike out at him, and at the same time, having his mighty cock grinding its way into her cunt-tunnel, ramming itself to maximum depth.

Wriggling her buttocks involuntarily, shifting her position a little, Maryann once again placed the rubbery, purple-headed dong against the soft, hair-lined lips of her vaginal entrance. She pumped it up and down as if holding a lever, parting the tender flaps of her aroused pussy. When she had the swollen point positioned directly against the tight mouth of her sopping vagina, she took a deep breath, thinking his lust-swollen penis might slice her in two when he slammed it in. Hoping to protect herself, her fingers maintained a grip on the throbbing mass of meat. Herb, totally unconcerned with what his new wife was thinking, slammed his hips forward, squeezing the helmet of his cock into her cunt.

"Unnnnggghhh!" Maryann gasped as the bloated penile point sank into the wet, sucking depths of her steaming hollow like a mailed fist. Her fingers squeezed more tightly around the base of Herb's phallus, hoping to prevent a deeper entry. For the moment the man did relax, stopping with only the enlarged head of his truncheon in the quicksand grip of her vaginal causeway.