Milford Thomas - Step-Daughter Initiation

Maryann hadn't expected his entry to be so brutal and abrupt. Her body tensed. This only made the feeling worse. It made him more anxious than ever to have the entire solid pulsing length buried as far into his bitchy wife's cunt as possible. He controlled himself for a moment, then moved his hips forward again, pressing further into her tight pussy. The heavy, pulsating knob spread the velvet walls of her aroused cunny like a bulldozer plowing through sand.

"Unnnggghh! Anngh! Ohhhh!" she gasped while Herb drove his pulsing wang all the more deeply into her helplessly widening tunnel. He didn't know what possessed him, but the pressure in his throbbing testicles had become excruciating.

God! he thought. I have to bury all of it in her, right away!

He tried holding back, wanting to inch it in a little at a time, letting her tight pussy adjust to the new angle at which he was spiking into her, but it took more than willpower. Herb's cock throbbed so achingly, he was certain he'd be shooting before he reached bottom. His aching, swelling penis vibrated and shuddered, twitching lustfully from the brain-bending feeling of her tight vaginal flesh.

Maryann, feeling it sink deeper and deeper, knew she couldn't keep holding it. Finally, against her better judgment, she opened her fingers and let go. Now it was free to drive unimpeded into the sucking depths of her broiling snatch.

Herb slammed his hips forward, using all his pent-up strength. He shoved his rock-solid phallus into the searing length of her tight vaginal chamber at flesh-tugging speed. He drove in until his pelvis slammed into her upturned asscheeks. The power of his thrust nearly lifted her off the deck, and she, gasped out her confusion as the point of his phallus hit bottom. The thwack of his pubis hitting against her asscheeks resounded nicely along the little lake. Maryann's face pressed into the floor all the more solidly, the impact was jarring. The smooth, rubbery head was rubbing solidly against her cervical opening, and had it been the littlest bit longer, it might have attempted to push its way inside.

Maryann panted. Her vaginal tract felt the swollen dingus flexing, expanding and contracting as it remained totally stoppered inside her. His hands roamed the smooth, bare, tan flesh of her asscheeks, and the wife trembled with a mixture of fear and lust.

"Now," he told her, and pressed his cock even deeper, making her groan as the bushiness of his pelvic hair scrubbed its way against her cunt lips and her perineum, even tickling her asshole as he rubbed it against the widespread cheeks of her ass. And then his sperm-swollen balls swung forward to slap noisily between her widespread, licentious thighs.

"Wait… wait… " Maryann was begging, aching to feel her vagina once again adjust to her husband's thickness.

Hell! She had to admit, Herb was longer and thicker than her first husband, who was always attempting to prove his masculinity by beating his cock into her.

Herb, no longer able to wait, began stroking his length in and out of her hot, sucking, clasping vaginal interior. He moved his powerful pole slowly, not because he wanted to be gentlemanly, but because he enjoyed it more when he started moving slowly and then speeded up. His long, hot, slow strokes widened her vaginal channel. The knob of his thrusting penis pressed relentlessly against her cervix each time he crammed his meat into her. The man stared down at his wife's curvaceousness, feeling more and more aroused with each passing second.

Maryann, feeling herself speared so completely on her husband's thrusting length of cock, decided to enjoy it as best she could. She wiggled her buttocks around and around, keeping time with his slow, steady, driving rhythm. She was so utterly aroused she no longer thought in terms of "obscene" or "proper". Now was the time for her to enjoy it all. Now was the time for total physical pleasure.

Below, in the cabin, Wendy felt the boat rocking. She wondered what was going on above. There was only so much restraint a girl was able to maintain, after which she had to know what the hell was making her mother sigh and gasp so loudly. She wished the cabin portholes opened so she'd be able to slide through and peer over the gunwales. The idea of lying down here alone, listening to the movement above, was frustrating as hell.

Maryann gasped with each forward thrust, ashamed to admit she was enjoying, herself more than ever because of the position. Staring between her dangling breasts, she saw her husband's balls slap against her hairy pelvis again and again, seeing the sac slowly, slowly starting to tighten and shrink, while the heavy egg-shaped testicles within swelled to greater proportions. Now she wanted to beg him to pound into her cunt more vigorously.

Never having been fucked in this debasing position, Maryann was amazed at the depth achieved by her husband. She felt the thrills building more strongly in her as the mighty phallic sword continued sliding in and out of her anxious chamber. She should have been angry, after all, at this point it wasn't a fuck by mutual consent. He was using her, making her a receptacle for his lusting passion. Maryann wondered whether her husband had any loving feeling in him at this point. To be fucked without love meant he believed her a common slut. She'd want to die if her husband didn't love her. It meant a rejection of her as a partner, a mate. Maryann pressed her face into the rubber mat; hoping, praying he still loved her.

The long, throbbing, sweeping cock was moving through her body faster and faster, plunging in and out of her seething cunt. Herb wasn't thinking of love at that point. His mind dwelt on one thing, their mutual satisfaction.

Maryann understood there had to be love or the driving force she was first beginning to feel would not be there. In fact, the stolid manner in which his hard cock was slamming into her cunt made her realize he wanted her to enjoy this. He wanted her to ache and scream for his cock; to beg for more of this. His powering drive told her he wanted her to beg to feel his spurting sperm.

The pressure of her husband's hands on her resilient tan buttocks let Maryann know how determined he was to make her enjoy this. Her mind was already wavering, realizing a good fuck in this position was no less proper than with her facing him.

The cock was driving deeper and deeper into the woman's seething box. Herb's hands gripped her buttocks more solidly as he pounded his pulsing meat all the way into her tender pussy. The ragged, flesh-rimmed pink mouth was tight as it sucked around his blood-swollen cock. Each time it slammed into her belly, her labial flesh rolled inward. Staring between her thighs, Maryann watched his sperm-filled• nuts slam forward, still swelling in their sac, still making loud smacks between her widespread cunt-lips as they thwacked against her clitoris, between the widespread folds of her cuntal flesh. Then, when he retreated, the aching thrill eased out of her cunt until all that remained inside the opening was his swollen cock-head. Once more, he held it there before Maryann felt the full length of its power into her. The hot slick moisture-coated wails of her tight twat gripped and sucked on the fleshy baton as it filled her. Her buttocks awaited the smack of his thighs each time, and her full breasts bounced wildly back and forth.

"Ohhhhhh!" Maryann gasped in spite of her desire to remain quiet. She was a lady, and good breeding demanded she keep her mouth shut no matter how much she enjoyed being fucked.

The huge, swollen cock burrowed deeper into her clasping chamber, as if it might move through her belly, up into her throat, but she was unable to deny the wildly erotic thrills still building in her.

Each movement of his cock, whether in or out, brought new pleasure to the woman. By now, she knew the champagne had much to do with it, but knowing didn't soften the pressure of the moving cock.