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BDB-1023 Step-Daughter Initiation
By
Milford Thomas

Chapter 1

The summer sun beat heavily on the tiny inlet off the broad river. Large 
trees, untouched by civilization, surrounded the inlet on three sides. The 
fourth side was a narrow waterway leading back to the river. Wild birds 
abounded, and on land, small game lived without fear of being attacked and 
killed by larger animals. Nor did they fear the worst predator of all: man. 
It was too early for mosquitoes. Everything was quiet and peaceful.

The little cabin cruiser sat silently in the middle of the inlet, at anchor. 
It had arrived the previous night and would be gone when daylight started 
fading. This was the last day of the Rheingold's honeymoon. They had rented 
the cabin cruiser for two days, and Herb Rheingold had found the inlet quite 
by accident.

At the moment, Herb, his wife Maryann, and Maryann's daughter by a previous 
marriage, Wendy, were relaxing on deck. Maryann, tall, slender, with 
jet-black hair, had an excellent figure, and didn't mind showing it off 
wearing the briefest of bikinis. Her bikini was as black as her ebony hair, 
hiding her dark bush of pubic curls, though the hairs did stick out around 
the sides of the crotch band. Her tan thighs were long, slender and firm, 
with no stretch marks. In fact, although the woman was thirty-four, she 
looked at least ten years younger. Her fingernails and toenails were painted 
blood red, and her short, midnight hair was in an upsweep.

Cornering Herb Rheingold had been quite a feat for the divorcee. True, the 
man wasn't rich, but he had a good job as a real estate broker, and 
considering her condition when he and she had first met, she was ten times 
better off.

Rehingold, nice-looking, five feet nine inches in height, with graying black 
hair, was five years older than she. He had never been married, and when 
she'd come to his agency looking for a job as a part-time secretary, he had 
been smitten almost instantly with her. Not even her twelve-year-old 
daughter, Wendy, deterred the man from pursuing her. And Maryann, realizing 
how much the man was attracted to her, let him chase her until she caught 
him. He was about ten pounds overweight, but it made him look prosperous 
rather than fat. He had piercing gray eyes that seemed to look through one 
rather than at one, but Maryann soon learned it was an illusion.

Wendy, Maryann's daughter, was a tiny little .thing, with long, medium-brown 
hair. Her figure was somewhat underdeveloped for her age. Most of her girl 
friends were wearing bras, whereas Wendy might have qualified for a training 
bra, but nothing more. Otherwise, her white flesh had nice curves around the 
rump and hips, and she had nice-looking calves, but otherwise she was still 
a little girl. Her arms were like sticks, and she had baby fat around her 
waist. In her one-piece bathing suit, she looked chic. Maryann hadn't wanted 
to take her daughter on her honeymoon, but she'd had no one with whom to 
leave the girl, and she had no intention of leaving her home alone. So Wendy 
had come with them, though in a separate room, at night.

A bottle of champagne sat in an ice bucket on a small deck table Evening was 
already coming on as Maryann drank her last glass, emptying the bottle. She 
was a little high and becoming animated in her actions.

"It's such a beautiful evening," she said. "And this is such a pretty lake."

"We'll call it Lake Maryann, after you," her husband smiled, putting down 
his own champagne glass.

Maryann turned to look at her new husband, whom she was certain she was able 
to control and said, "Thank you, darling. I appreciate that."

Her words were more than slightly slurred, but she didn't care. She felt 
good, really good. The warm air caressing her body felt like a light, tingly 
summer shower.

Wendy, seeing the looks passing between her mother and stepfather, decided 
this was no place for her. Not that she knew what actually took place 
between men and women. Her mother had been very careful to hide anything 
having to do with sex from her. In fact, she knew less than any other girl 
her age. And she wished she knew more. True, she'd already had her period 
twice, and her mother had carefully explained it as a normal, natural 
occurrence, telling her it was something she'd have to endure once a month, 
every month, for the next thirty to thirty-five years. But that was all she 
knew.

Standing, the young girl decided to go inside the cruiser and lie down on 
her bunk bed. She kissed her mother good night, dutifully kissed her 
stepfather, and saw the flush come to his cheek when her lips touched him. 
For some reason she was unable to understand, the man blushed whenever she 
kissed him or touched him. The girl went inside, shutting the small doors 
behind her.

Herb was hot. He figured this was as good a time to rip off a piece of his 
new wife as any. Wendy had proven herself discreet enough not to interfere 
or interrupt whenever he was sexually involved with her mother.

"I think we should get ready for bed," Maryann murmured, getting to her 
feet.

"I'd like to," her husband whispered, coming up behind her and cupping her 
full breasts with his hands, "but we have to get this boat back in a few 
hours."

"Oh?" she asked, twisting to face him. Her eyes were half-closed, lips 
slightly parted, and she shivered with sexual hunger as the man leaned down 
and kissed her solidly on her lips. Although somewhat straitlaced about sex, 
Maryann felt the champagne working on her. She surprised her husband with an 
instant response, darting a tongue into his mouth. She even surprised 
herself, not realizing how wanton she suddenly felt.

He willingly sucked her tongue, tasting her mouth as he tightly tugged her 
firm form against his own body. She held the kiss for a long moment, the 
blood pounding in her temples, aware his blood was moving no less swiftly. 
It was pouring into the many tiny sacs in his penis, hardening it, and she 
sensed his need for her.

During Herb Rheingold's courtship, Maryann had withheld herself from him, 
allowing a few more liberties each time they got together, never allowing 
him to enter her until the wedding night.

Even then, it had been missionary fucking all the way? him on top, tier on 
the bottom. And that was the way it had been during the entire honeymoon. 
Not once had she considered any kind of variation, and he hadn't wanted to 
do anything to break the harmony between them. But here, tonight, on deck, 
he very much wanted to fuck her, and she, thinking of her daughter below, 
had no intention of allowing it to happen. Had she not had so much 
champagne, it might not have happened, but their mouths continued caressing 
each other, tongues licking in cadence against each other, and soon Maryann 
found herself in a funk, unable to fight off his moving fingers.

His lips peeled from hers, then she found herself being turned away from him 
as his hands pulled on the strings of her bikini halter. The two triangles 
covering her tan nipples and aureole fell away to the deck of the boat. She 
wanted to protest-she knew he was half-expecting her protests but was 
determined to continue no matter what she said or did. Maryann sensed his 
need to undress her completely at that moment, and she was too aroused to 
fight him.

With her back to him, Maryann felt her husband's eyes wandering over her 
body. She liked having him look at her, and with Wendy in the cabin below, 
she saw no reason to deny him the sight of her curvaceous torso. She sensed 
the anxiety in him as she turned and let him stare at her full, round 
breasts. They stood up more solidly than those of many girls half her age. 
God! She had seen sixteen-year-olds with huge sacks supported by their bras. 
She, Maryann, had exercised every day since her breasts had started budding. 
She even insisted Wendy do the same exercises. As a result, her high, round 
breasts were as firm now as they had been when they'd first been completely 
formed.

From the look on her husband's face, Maryann was almost able to feel the 
pounding of his heart. His lips were puckered, wanting to kiss her nipples, 
along with every other inch of her tanned body. She arched, raising her 
breasts as she thrust her arms behind her, and it was too much for Herb 
Rheingold. He leaned forward and took one exotic brown bud between his lips. 
His teeth sank into the eraser-like extension and his tongue whipped across 
the nipple again and again.

"Ohhhhhh ... Herb ... sweet Herb," she gasped, as the alcohol in her 
bloodstream made her more aware of every sensation. She was finding it 
harder and harder to resist him. She stood there on the deck, staring at the 
reddening sky, thrilling to everything taking place. His kissing of her 
hardened little nipple made her entire body tremble sensually. Overpowering 
floods of acute enjoyment poured through her. She was confused. Maryann 
didn't know whether to stick to her original resolve to fight him off, or to 
surrender to everything. She had to admit, Herb made sex feel good. He 
wasn't at all like her first husband, a brutish truck driver, who used to 
rape her every time he had an opportunity. Herb was a man who considered her 
feelings, and this consideration made her want to yield to his desires. 
Maryann thought her legs had given way beneath her and she was floating into 
her husband's arms. True, Herb didn't have the strength of her first 
husband, but he was strong enough to hold her securely. The demanding urges 
she was feeling were more intense and overpowering than anything she had 
ever felt before. It was as if her hotly aroused body was being directed by 
some external force and Maryann lacked the willpower to resist it. His hot, 
thrill-arousing mouth remained locked on her tingling breast, his lips 
pulling and sucking the erect, swollen nipple deep. He was lowering her to 
the deck now, placing her on the rubber padding over the wooden boards.

"Oooooooh ... ahhhh ... " she sighed. "It's so nice here. I wish we never 
had to leave." Her voice was a seductive whisper.

Maryann almost never spoke when Herb made love to her, but the champagne and 
the warm air were having effects on her, making her forget her inhibitions. 
She felt different this particular evening, completely different, and the 
idea of anything being wrong was totally remote and distant in her mind. 
Rather than tensing up, the woman was capable only, of lying back and 
enjoying the stream of pleasures running through her. She writhed, feeling 
sensuousness build to greater heights than ever before.

Herb was unable to believe his wife was so relaxed. She had always appeared 
so uptight before. He didn't understand what was happening, and he had sense 
enough to know asking her might break the spell.

Maryann sensed him moving very slowly, gently stretching her luscious curves 
out on deck without taking his lips from the silken extension of her nipple 
for so much as a fraction of a second. She loved the attention his mouth was 
giving her breast, and she felt more and more determined to give him back 
much of the happiness he was constantly trying to give her.

His teeth nipped at the full, blood-bloated nipple, and her other breast 
felt the warmth of his hand as his palm cupped it. He stroked it, rubbing 
the hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger until it was strained 
and springy. She moaned softly with each move he made, and gradually his 
hand ran teasingly down over her flat, smooth belly, delicately tugging at 
the laces holding her bikini-bottom in place. Once the bottom was loosened, 
his hand moved directly for the silkiness of her pubic hair, tickling the 
intimate beginning of her wet crevice. His middle finger began probing 
lower, working into the hot, wet folds of her hidden flesh. The finger 
continued poking lower and lower until it made contact with the tiny hard 
extension of her clitoris.

"Ooooooh," she gasped, sucking in her breath as she felt the heated 
sensation from the pit of her belly streak through her excited body. She was 
confused by the enjoyment she felt, as if forgetting something very 
important. No, no, it was all right. And she relaxed enough to allow the 
provocative sensations to take hold of her entire being. She felt as if some 
kind of hot wire now connected her to her husband, and each time his finger 
moved through her lips, a lightning bolt of desire streaked through her 
sensually aroused body. Instinctively, she parted her thighs wider, anxious 
to give Herb even greater access to her seething cunt. Once again a hidden 
question tried forcing its way into her mind-what was she doing out in the 
open, on the deck of a cabin cruiser? But concentrating on the question 
became harder and harder, as if she were forgetting the lewdness of her 
actions. His finger, continually massaging her clitoris, incessantly poured 
heat into her. Hot moisture, already starting to bubble in Maryann's 
seething tunnel, began seeping out and coating her silken pubic hair. The 
woman knew she was wetter there than she had ever been in her entire life.

The more she came to know Herb, the more aware she was of what he wanted 
from her sexually. Having been brought up in a very rigid household, Maryann 
had always believed her mother's word to be law. When her mother, who had 
not enjoyed sex at all, had told her to give as little of herself as 
possible, that was precisely what Maryann had done. She had given nothing of 
herself to her first husband, and was only learning to give to Herb. From 
the very first time Herb had entered her, Maryann had felt something, and 
the last time she had been close to orgasming. Had her mother's words not 
stuck in her mind, there was every possibility she'd have gone over the 
edge. She ached, at this half-drunk moment, to discover what lay beyond that 
rising sensation. Perhaps this evening she'd allow herself to find out.

The first thing she had to do was learn to accept things she felt were 
terrible and obscene, if only to make Herb happy. Her control over him was 
in her vagina. She was wise enough to know this. Maryann wanted this 
marriage to work. It meant security, but it was coming to mean more.

More than once, when she had licked an ice cream cone, she had caught Herb 
staring at the way her tongue worked at the ice cream. Her first husband had 
attempted to force her to lick his penis in the same manner, and she had 
retched all over him. She hadn't been ready to accept such an idea, 
especially the way her first husband had presented it to her. So far, Herb 
had made no suggestions, but she knew what he wanted. She thought herself 
able to hear his thoughts, at those times.

Tonight, with all that champagne in her, Maryann Rheingold was feeling less 
uptight than she had ever been in her life. Her mind was totally aware of 
the pulsing cock swelling in his pants, aching to be free. Herb was wearing 
a T-shirt and slacks. At this moment, glancing down, Maryann was totally 
aware of the pulsing head of his penis, pushing against the fabric as if 
ready to tear its way free.

Herb, in spite of the heavy pressure mounting in his nuts, wanted to wait 
for the right moment. He wanted her screaming for it. Then, perhaps, she 
might do something other than straight man-on-top fucking. Christ! Wouldn't 
it be something to fit his hard cock between her lips, feeling her shut her 
warm sexy mouth around it? The thought made him work faster.

Maryann felt wet and squishy as Herb's ardent .finger moved from her 
palpitating clitoris and worked down through the raw, wet flesh between her 
hair-surrounded labia until it was poised at the sucking center leading to 
her innermost feminity. Miraculously, her hips rose of their own volition in 
an effort to suck the hungry finger into her.

"Huuuuunnnggghh ... ooonnngg ... " she gasped, wiggling her hips, trying to 
force her tight tunnel down around his working finger. The finger teased her 
for less than a moment, then Maryann sensed it slowly screwing its way into 
her taut, moist, rubbery opening. Slowly, very slowly the digit drove into 
the warm, clutching corridor of her trembling vagina. The finger pushed 
deeper and deeper until it was totally embedded and the flat of Herb's hand 
was pressing against the pouting lips of her cunt. Maryann ground her pelvis 
at his hand in a sensual rhythm of self-indulgent pleasure. She felt as if 
she were someone other than herself. Her mind was light and free while her 
body blazed with simmering delight. She thrilled to the way he continued 
biting and chewing on her nipple until she believed she was ready to 
explode.

Feeling guided by the fantastic titillations caused by her husband's long, 
vibrating finger in her pussy, Maryann realized she wanted to be fucked. She 
wanted the big, fat cock attached to Herb Rheingold to plunge into her. She 
was unable to recall when her anxiety for Herb's cock had been so strong. 
There was something gnawing pruriently, delightfully into the center of her 
belly, and the shuddering of her thighs made her aware of the pleasures she 
expected to feel shortly. There was no longer a question in her mind 
concerning her abilities to enjoy sex. Even if she was behaving like a tart, 
she intended trying to enjoy it this time. She wanted to come, she wanted to 
discover the feeling hiding deep down inside her for so long. She was going 
to taste the forbidden fruit of orgasm. The alcohol had brought this 
depravity out, and she intended making the most of it before sobriety 
eventually overtook her.

When Herb lifted his head from Maryann's breast, she believed he might be 
ready to sink his hot, thick cock into her. Cock! Cock! It was a cock! And 
hers was a cunt. No prissy words like pudendum or vagina. His was a cock, 
hers was a cunt.

Maryann enjoyed the way he teased her body, taunting her with his lips and 
tongue. Foreplay was something she always loved. But this evening it was all 
so different. Her body was responding, and he had her out in the open, 
almost totally naked. The setting sun coming through the trees was like a 
weak lamp. It seemed much more enjoyable, even in this weak light, than 
under blazing fluorescent bedroom lights. Christ! She ached to feel the 
evening breeze across the lips of her cunt.

She writhed as her husband's left hand moved smoothly down her hips. Maryann 
was being turned onto her side, and then she shuddered, feeling something 
new. His tongue was at the top of her spine, licking her flesh. Herb had 
never done that before. Well, she had never allowed him to do that before. 
He was taking advantage of her mood, and at the moment Maryann was more than 
happy to let him. He licked her neck, then slowly turned her onto her back 
and began running his tongue along the bare front of her body. Oooooh! It 
felt so good! His tongue licked at her nipples, making them stand again. 
Yes, this she let him do all the time. She liked to have her nipples sucked.

Then Maryann felt a new chill shoot through her. For the first time, his 
tongue was sliding lower, licking her navel. He paused there for an instant, 
running his lingual digit tauntingly around the dimple of her belly button, 
before the oral extension continued licking its way down toward her slowly 
undulating hips and thighs.

Maryann was reluctant to feel his finger slide from the depths of her hot, 
creaming cunt.

A moment later she felt him sliding her bikini bottoms from her hips, 
rolling the thin material down over the lushness of her tanned thighs, 
revealing her hypnotizingly beautiful, hair-fringed pussy to his greedy 
eyes. Maryann cooperated fully with her husband, lifting her full, rounded 
buttocks off the deck to make the removal easier. Nor did she make any sound 
save for an erotic sigh when his bare hands pressed her thighs apart. She 
opened them willingly, but was stunned at the pressure of his licking tongue 
making contact there, touching her tingling flesh. She felt fantastically 
erotic thrills as Herb ran his taunting tongue slowly along the 
ultra-sensitive space between her prickling thighs.

My God, Maryann thought. What on earth was the man doing?

It felt good, really good, and she became aware he was moving his wetly 
working lips toward her vagina. For a moment she lay there, wanting it to 
happen, thinking how deliciously wicked it might feel; his probing tongue, 
wet, warm and anxious, stroking across, in, and around her flooded nookie. 
The mere idea of his wanting to love her this way gave her goose pimples. 
Tingles shivered enchantingly over her satin flesh, and for a brief instant 
she was willing to let him do it.

Herb's face came closer and closer. Maryann felt the searing heat of his 
breath against the wet pink softness of her vaginal slot. His mouth was mere 
inches away from the pulsating labia of her naked cunt.

Certain everything was working out at last, working even better than he'd 
hoped, Herb forced her thighs farther apart, keeping her right knee bent and 
raised a little. Her position gave him free and total access to the hot, 
delicious moistness of her slavering vagina. He fervently worked his tongue 
up her inner thighs.

Maryann raised her head, wanting to watch, and she saw him drawing closer, 
staring lustfully at the curved lips of her feminine desire, seeing the 
moist, fleshy flanges covered by the sparse down of silken black hair. The 
narrow ribbon of delectable pink running through the middle built heat in 
him, and heat flashed in his eyes, letting Maryann know how much he ached to 
do this. Herb became more daring, reaching out with his hand as his eyes 
almost moved in time to the throbs of her pink clitoris. Maryann felt Herb's 
fingers spreading her hot cunt-lips wider and wider, exposing the wet, 
clutching, tight-elastic opening of her hole to his lusting gaze.

The woman felt her warm secretions flowing faster, and when his fingers 
spread her open, the alcohol in her blood seemed to stop working. She was 
jolted back to reality. Maryann automatically reacted, suddenly feeling 
dirty and exposed. It was as if he wanted to treat her like some kind of 
whore, making her behave cheaply, vilely, shaming her with the way he 
examined her seething twat with his eyes.

Yes, she was still on fire, but it was no excuse for this terrible behavior. 
She had to stop this debasing action at once. The mere idea of allowing him 
to put his mouth on her vagina made her shudder. How dare she think that 
way? She was behaving like a common trollop instead of a decent wife.

"No! No!" she wailed in a plaintive voice.

The wail sent a covey of birds skyward. Other night birds answered.

Maryann struggled to get herself under control. She tugged her loins from 
her husband's advancing face. When she saw Herb's surprised look, Maryann 
felt both guilty and wanton for having allowed this situation to get so far 
out of hand. She tried to think of a way to set things right, but she felt 
horribly depraved and was unable to understand what had allowed her to go so 
far.

"Please Herb," she gasped, twisting away, unable to look at him. "That's 
such an awful thing to do. Terrible!"

Herb Rheingold was stunned by the suddenness of his wife's objection. He had 
been engrossed in her erotic reactions. His ears were unable to hear what 
she was saying. The man's swollen, aching cock felt ready to, burst from the 
pressure of his semen stirring deep in his throbbing balls. Christ! He was 
certain he'd be sucking her cunt, after which her mouth would engulf his 
cock. Shit! Shit! Shit! Just another few minutes!

Then he realized his wife had become her old self again, rejecting anything 
not "tried-and-true." God! For a time she seemed to have changed for the 
better, and her refression reddened his face as he angrily screamed, "What 
the hell do you mean, it's awful?"

Terrified by her husband's sudden anger, Maryann felt like sinking through 
the deck into the cabin below. God! She had been right in stopping him! She 
had no choice. Yet she had to do something, anything. This marriage had to 
last. Her mind reached out for something to do.

"Herb," she said, shuddering. "I ... uhhh ... just can't wait any longer. I 
.... uhhh ... want it now. Fuck me, now!"

The woman was desperate, and she thought her use of the word "fuck", a word 
she had never used before, might make up for her rejection of oral-genital 
sex. Christ! She had to do something dynamic, and do it in a hurry!

Staring at him, Maryann saw she had shaken him up. Her use of the 
four-letter word had taken him off guard. Then she saw the determination in 
his eyes and knew he was going to do just as she asked, and she felt herself 
starting to breathe all over again. He moved like an enraged bull, tugging 
off his clothing and scattering it all over the deck. Maryann knew he wanted 
to subjugate her to his cock, and his being totally naked made him more 
menacing. This was an ordeal she was willing to undergo, as long as he 
didn't attempt to fill her mouth with it.

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.

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.

Her swollen breasts slid back and forth, the nipples grazing the mat beneath 
her, adding to Maryann's delight. The sensations drove her wilder and wilder 
with lust. She kept telling herself that a lady wasn't supposed to enjoy 
these things. The thoughts she'd had earlier, about wanting her own orgasm, 
were wrong, but all the thoughts in the world didn't stop the ball of flame 
in her belly from continuing to expand. Nor did they keep her from panting 
with physical enjoyment, even if her mind didn't want to accept it. Her womb 
pulsated with lust. There was a burning demon in her cunt in need of 
feeding. It fed on sperm.

Herb's bloated balls walloped her clitoris again and again, enraging the 
demon within her, making it roar out its lust. Tremors racked her body, 
shooting through every nerve-ending, weaving through the walls of her 
shuddering vagina. Maryann felt more, vibrantly alive at this moment, being 
fucked dog-style out in the open on the deck of the cabin cruiser, than she 
had ever felt in a bed. The huge, swelling cock nailing into her cunt 
repeatedly no longer felt as if it were an extension of her husband, but 
rather some overwhelming monster satisfied only with her vaginal juices. It 
was a living fiend feeding on her sexuality. It was terrifying-and 
exhilarating.

Staring between her breasts, watching her nipples sweep along the mat, fire 
raged through her each time the lusting pole violated the tender interior of 
her heated well, driving in repeatedly, with a mind of its own. Her eyes 
locked on his shaft each time the pulsing member withdrew until only the 
corona lay locked behind her tight, squeezing cunt-lips. Each time, it 
hesitated, then drove right back into her depths, moving down the length of 
her slick, clutching channel. Her vaginal lips seemed to have the strength 
and agility of her oral lips as they sucked and pulled and nibbled hungrily 
at the heavy pole until it totally filled her tight interior. The crispness 
of his pelvic bush pushed into the crevice between her full asscheeks with 
every lancing thrust of his phallus. Maryann felt salacious thrills 
continually shatter their way through her, building heavier lust, inspiring 
her to respond by punching her hips back to meet Herb's forward attack. The 
long, hard, deep thrusts of her husband's lancing cock made her feel 
overpowering joy grind deeper and deeper into her churning loins.

Feeling his wife's response, sensing her gradual motion around the shaft of 
his phallus, Herb Rheingold knew he was finally getting through to her 
physically. This time it wasn't the liquor. This time it was his cock taking 
effect. He concentrated on keeping his seed from spilling into her depths 
before he finally made her come.

Her lovely white asscheeks continued rotating, picking up speed, animated by 
the pumping pressures of Herb's pounding dick, and each time the man 
withheld his penis an instant before plunging in, the woman feared he might 
pull it out and never put it back. At this point, that was worse than being 
raped.

Her rounded buttocks leaped back and excited Herb Rheingold, letting him 
know he'd finally gotten through to his wife. The man was excited. His cock 
began ruthlessly pumping into her tight twat, thrilled to know she was 
actually fucking back. He watched the muscles in her breath-taking asscheeks 
tighten each time he slid out.

Maryann gasped when his hands gripped her asscheeks and his thumbs sank into 
the pliant crevice. Her oval asscheeks spread, and Maryann felt Herb's 
burning gaze center on the pucker of her rosebud-like brownie. She felt her 
hole puckering, then opening with every forward and backward stroke. His 
cock plundered her inflamed cunt. Without breaking his rhythm, Herb's body 
shifted. Maryann squealed as his finger worked into the smooth, hairless 
crevice, pressing against the tiny pucker of her tight asshole. Slowly the 
finger began probing and worming its way into her anus.

"Unnngh! God! Herb! What are you doing? Anggh! Owww! Ahhh!"

Maryann was confused by the strong pleasure and strange discomfort she felt. 
She gasped in masochistic helplessness. She lifted her undulating asscheeks 
higher, pressing against her husband's worming finger, wanting the worming 
digit to sink deeper. A new wave of licentious lust swept through her. Her 
tight sphincter yielded to the pressure of his finger.

Her husband was violating a part of her body he had never previously 
touched. Not even her first husband had attempted touching her there. She 
knew it was obscene, wicked, but she also knew she dared not open her mouth 
and complain for fear of losing this man. If it pleased him to rummage 
through her rectum, then let him do so. By now, Maryann had enough sense to 
keep her mouth shut, save for the lewd grunts and groans she was unable to 
stop.

The deeper his finger sank, the more wonderful were the feeling running 
through her. Perhaps it was unnatural and wrong, but it sure as hell was 
fun. She felt his finger, in up to the second knuckle now, moving and 
wiggling back and forth inside her anal passage. She churned and screwed her 
lust-fired buttocks-around the finger as she writhed and corkscrewed her 
pussy around the driving cock. Maryann gasped wantonly. It was more than 
merely adjusting to the digital invasion of her anus. She wanted the finger 
thrust even deeper. There was a new pleasure searing through her body.

"unnnggghh, aaagh, oooohhh, eeeyaagh. " she grunted again and again as the 
worming, turning, churning finger sank to the hilt into her rectum. All the 
while she lewdly shoved back against it while at the same time trying to 
absorb more hot, throbbing cock in her screaming, anxious cunt.

What the hell's going on up there? the little twelve-year-old girl wondered, 
writhing uncomfortably in her bunk. Whatever her new stepfather was doing to 
her mother, the woman was enjoying it. Maryann felt her husband's finger 
wiggling inside, tantalizing her rectum, plunging into her colon. The finger 
was inside her to its full length, and moving in tandem with the cock 
pushing into her seething cunt. Maryann decided it was almost like having a 
second penis inside her. The two probes were keys unlocking the ecstasy 
stored inside her.

Maybe men went to whores because whores treated them well. Well, why not 
behave like a whore and see if Herb really liked it? If not, he had no one 
to blame but himself.

Lewdly raising her buttocks, she rotated her hips maddeningly, slamming her 
two holes against the dual assaults pushing into her, taking the finger ever 
deeper into her anus while her cunt continued swallowing his hard cock.

Maryann felt the cock and finger rub against one another with only a thin 
wall of membrane separating them. His finger wormed deeper and deeper, 
reaching for her large intestine, her rectal walls clutching and squeezing 
the digit the entire time. Each twist made Maryann gasp with more pleasure. 
She writhed with wanton abandon, driving and grinding her buttocks back 
against the two impaling extensions. Her ass, like her cunt, was an inferno 
of thrills and enjoyment.

Maryann was suddenly aware of the orgasm building in her. More, she was 
aware it was building in two places at once. It never occurred to her she 
was capable of an anal orgasm as well as a vaginal climax. Now that she 
sensed them emerging, she ached to feel both. Sheer ecstasy built the 
thrills ever higher in her tormented body. Words started spilling out of 
her, and to her ears it was as if someone else was doing the rapturous 
shouting.

"Ohhhh ... yesss ... yesss ... " her voice echoed through the quiet lake and 
into the surrounding trees. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuckme ... "

It was more than Herb Rheingold could stand. The licentious words coming 
from his proud wife's mouth whipped him with sexual stimuli, making his 
desire run rampantly out of control. He had never seen such raw sensuality 
in her before, and in spite of all his efforts to restrain himself, he was 
insane with raw, animal passion.

Maryann saw his wrinkled scrotum tighten it squeezed his bloated balls. The 
wild pulsations running through the tube in the underside of his penis let 
her know he was ready to blast off. There was no controlling him. The head 
of his huge penis continued pulsing inside the seething, searing depths of 
her tight, wet passage as he drove his anxious cock to maximum depth.

His hot, flaming sperm burst like an explosion from the tip of his cock. 
Herb was lost in the fantastic sensations of his climax as the white, 
bubbling froth fired repeatedly into the depths of his wife's belly.

"Unnnggh ... " Maryann gasped. The pressure hose unleashed in her cunt built 
her climactic sensations higher and higher.

The fiery liquid heat pumped into her seething pussy in a series of hot, 
continuing explosions. The hot jism pushed her toward her own climax. 
Maryann was unable to contain herself. The dual orgasm rippled through her 
vagina and rectum together. This was her first climax of any kind, and the 
woman let the world hear it.

"HAAAYYYAAOOOH! EEEUUUNNGH!" she shrieked through the darkening sky. 
Immediately the loud shrieks of night birds imitated her cry.

Maryann fell flat on her belly, tugging her husband down with her. His arms 
locked around her, holding her full breasts, and when she twisted her head 
his mouth was there, pressing on hers, kissing her.

"You're a stupid bitch," he whispered between kisses.

"I know," she murmured back. "I know. I can't help myself. It's my 
upbringing."

"Well, then, we'll simply have to change your upbringing, won't we?"

"Yes," she gasped. "It'll take time. Have patience, Herb. Don't rush things. 
Tonight was a breakthrough, but there are some things for which I'm not 
quite ready."

"I have plenty of patience," he assured her. "Now that you understand 
there's more than one position to fucking, I don't think we'll have any 
trouble as far as using different angles and such. The rest can wait ... a 
little while, anyway."

"You're good to me, Herb."

"Because you're good for me, Maryann."

And below, in the cabin, Wendy was shivering, wondering what her stepfather 
had done to make her mother scream like that. It sounded as if he'd been 
tearing her head off. The girl had been tempted to run up on deck to 
discover what was going on, but the voices murmuring overhead let her know 
her mother was all right. In fact, from the tone of her mother's voice, she 
was very, very happy. Wendy was unable to recall when her mother had sounded 
so pleased.

"And when we get back I'll buy you that new coat," Herb said.

So, Wendy thought, Mother was right. In her own way, she's controlling him. 
He'll do anything she wants!



Chapter 2

Herb Rheingold was a very practical man. Now that he and Maryann were 
married, it was cheaper to hire another woman to work as a part-time 
secretary in his office, while Maryann got a fulltime job as a secretary in 
a large corporation, where she earned four times as much money as Herb had 
paid her prior to their marriage. Whatever money she earned was hers to keep 
in her own private bank account-Herb was earning enough to support the 
entire family. He picked out a small home, already furnished, and wanted to 
legally adopt Wendy, so when she returned to school in the fall, her name 
would be Wendy Rheingold. This was fine with her.

Every morning during August, her mother and stepfather arose at the same 
time, had breakfast together, then went separately to work. Herb Rheingold 
drove a Mercedes to work, and he'd purchased an Audi for Maryann. Wendy, 
with nothing to do, lolled around the house all day, watching TV, reading 
books, and becoming friendly with Irene, the girl next door, who was two 
years older than she.

Though Irene was older, she was no less naive about sex than Wendy. Her 
parents were very strict, and it wasn't until they were certain of Wendy's 
naivet� concerning sex that they allowed their daughter to associate with 
the girl.

Much of the time Irene went to the beach with her parents and Wendy was once 
again alone. It looked as if August was going to be a very, very boring 
month.

Every day at twelve-thirty, Wendy's stepfather came home for lunch. Herb 
Rheingold wasn't a cheap man, but he was practical. There was no need going 
to a restaurant for lunch when he had a stepdaughter whose mother had taught 
her to cook at an early age-at least that was what he told Wendy. But the 
young brown-haired girl wondered why he kept looking at her in such a funny 
way. It was almost the same way he looked at her mother. There was 
unquestionably a glistening in his eyes.

It was on the second Monday in August, while serving frozen dinner, that 
Wendy slipped and fell. She was wearing pink hot pants and a striped polo 
shirt that day, and as her body hit the floor, she looked at her stepfather. 
The man was already on his feet, ready to help her, but his eyes were not on 
her face. His eyes were staring at the white panties showing under her hot 
pants as her legs flailed in the air. For some reason, her stepfather was 
looking at her as he looked at her mother. Wendy had often seen him staring 
at her mother's behind. when the woman was bent over.

Herb Rheingold picked her up, saying, "Easy, Wendy. Don't try to stand. You 
might have sprained or twisted something."

She was carried into the living room and deposited on the sofa. He knelt and 
ran his fingers delicately over her knees and legs, squeezing, compressing, 
rubbing, as he said, "Does this hurt? How about here?"

All the while she lay there, her head resting against a pillow on a sofa 
arm, wondering what had come over the man. When his hand attempted to go 
above her knee, she stiffened a little, not knowing his intentions. Herb 
sensed her tautness and took his hand away.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, sure," she nodded. "Nothing hurt."

"Well," he said, returning his hand to her knee, "Autumn is coming and we'll 
have to buy you a new wardrobe. That ragged coat you have now isn't good 
enough for you."

"Oh?" she asked, loosening a little, relaxing even as his hand rubbed her 
thigh a big higher. "What were you thinking of getting me?"

"New clothes, a new coat, some winter slacks."

"Sounds nice," Wendy purred, noting that his hand made no move to go higher.

Her mother was right about being able to control men! Wendy, too, had a 
certain amount of control over this man. All she had to do was let him look 
at her thighs and rub them a little. He was perspiring and his hand was 
shaking a little. The girl even noted a difference in the rhythm of his 
breathing.

Herb Rheingold wasn't the only person who was nervous. Wendy liked the 
gentle, soothing touch of his hand. It made her feel funny, tingly all over. 
She wanted to wiggle and squirm, but that would let Herb know he was 
affecting her. When his hand moved the littlest bit higher on her thigh, she 
flinched, more than a little nervous and almost afraid. He looked large, 
kneeling there, hovering over her. Wendy smelled his cologne. She had to 
admit she liked it.

"Hey, you did hurt yourself," he said, softly. "Here, let me kiss it and 
make it better."

Now who the hell does he think he's kidding? the twelve-year-old girl 
wondered. No one healed by kissing. Not that she was sore on her inner 
thigh, anyway. But heck, if letting him kiss her there meant getting all 
those new clothes, well, why not?

Opening her thighs a bit wider, she forced herself to relax as Herb leaned 
forward and pressed his lips to the imaginary sore spot. His kiss was hot 
and wet. She trembled when his tongue licked the spot, but said nothing. Oh, 
wow! That really felt terrific! she thought.

"Feeling better?" Herb asked, reluctantly raising his head.

"Uhhh ... yeah ... sure ... much better."

"Good," he nodded. "Look, I'll finish lunch and get back to the office." And 
he rose and returned to the kitchen.

But Wendy noted the bulge at his groin. She wondered what had caused the 
swelling.



Chapter 3

With her stepfather gone, Wendy was bored again. She had stayed on the 
living room couch until Herb had left. The couch was against a mirrored 
wall. To the left of the couch was the wall facing the front of the house. 
It had a large picture window with blue velvet curtains on either side, and 
Venetian blinds pulled down, but not closed. The carpeting was also blue, 
matching the sofa and the two easy chairs.

What was so interesting about her thighs that her stepfather wanted to touch 
and kiss her there?

With nothing better to do, she decided to shuck her hot pants and panties 
and peer at what she had between her thighs. Just what was so intriguing 
about a hole in her body? The girl was unable to figure it out.

Pulling the sofa away from the mirrored wall, Wendy turned on a lamp and 
aimed it at the mirror, then climbed up on the back of the sofa. It was a 
round, full back, and her weight didn't really affect it. With the light 
shining on the mirror, reflecting back onto her, she was able to open her 
thighs wide and peer between them.

Now what the heck was there to interest anyone? Her body was hairless, 
letting her see the flat, full, outer lips of her cunt. She tugged the lips 
apart and peered more closely at the pinkness inside. It was wet in there, a 
sticky wet, and she wondered why. The sticky wetness was starting to occur a 
lot lately. At first she was certain she had wet her pants, but there was no 
acrid odor, and the wetness was so ... gooey. Wendy was unable to understand 
it.

Now, looking at the deep pink folds of her inner labia, Wendy felt a funny 
warmth come over her. Was this the feeling running through her stepfather 
when he looked at her? Gosh! It was a funny feeling, all right.

Now, more than ever, Wendy was certain her stepfather wanted to see and 
touch her there, himself. He also wanted to touch her ass. She was sure of 
that, remembering how he always looked at her mother's rear end when the 
woman bent over for some reason or other.

Well, one thing was certain, and that was, there was no way for her to walk 
up to him and merely ask, "Why do you like my vagina and ass?"

Maybe it was her panties? Maybe he had the hots for her lollipop bikinis.

Staring more closely at the fluted inner lips of her vagina, Wendy saw a 
little pink nubbin peer out from behind a hidden membrane at the apex. Using 
her middle fingers to keep her labia spread wide, the young girl touched her 
clitoris with her extended right forefinger. The mere touch made her jump. 
Oh, gee, that really felt good! She touched it again and decided she liked 
it. Now her finger lingered on the pink button, sliding up and down, back 
and forth, creating a heated friction. Gee! This was terrific! Why hadn't 
her mother ever told her anything about this? Boy, she was willing to bet 
Herb wanted to touch her there!

Would it feel different to let a man touch me there than if! touched myself? 
Wendy wondered, continuing to lightly massage her clitoris.

Her heart was palpitating madly as she continued staring at her reflection, 
spreading her thighs a bit more. She sighed as a warm, wonderful feeling 
rushed into her, working through her softly quivering vaginal mound, 
sweeping her entire body with a sensation of acute desire. Low, sighing 
gasps came from her throat. Her eyes widened while she stared at her rich 
flesh. Her finger continued its back-and-forth movement, and the girl 
abandoned herself to it. Pressure built in her loins as the tension mounted. 
Her working finger moved faster and faster. Wendy felt shudders take control 
of her arms. She had to struggle to remain upright on the wide sofa back. 
Her tingling finger was making sparks shoot off inside her, but it wasn't 
enough. She knew the feeling was meant to be stronger. Somehow she had to 
strengthen it. Her other forefinger wandered aimlessly up and down the 
insides of her inner labia, and each time it neared her tightly closed hole, 
she trembled more. Liquid continued to seep from her narrow interior, and 
the girl first understood the liquid had something to do with what she was 
feeling. Either it helped bring on the feeling, or the feeling caused more 
of the liquid to flow. Which it was she didn't know, but she ached to find 
out.

Pressure continued building in her thighs and tension continued mounting as 
her fingers continued rummaging up and down the seething slit of her little 
cunt. Her eyes took in the delicate shape of her inner and outer lips. Wendy 
began understanding why she was so constructed by nature. Soon she was using 
both hands, applying all ten fingers to her genital area, and one, the 
middle finger on her right hand, somehow managed to worm its way into the 
tight opening of her inner vagina. The soft, squeezing walls of her 
simmering cunt became hotter and hotter as Wendy groaned, writhing madly, 
still seated atop the sofa back, still staring at her reflection, just now 
realizing how wonderful it was to look at herself while feeling these new 
fabulous sensations. Her buttocks bounced wildly on top of the sofa back, 
and Wendy saw her lubricant pouring out now, drenching the material.

Her tongue flicked out of her mouth. She licked her lips, and though she 
didn't know why, Wendy thought her moistly pursed lips looked arousing. Her 
breath was heavy in her lungs. She realized she'd been holding it. Her loins 
trembled and seemed ready to rupture.

Expelling her breath, she slowly eased the pressure between her thighs, 
relaxing for a moment, then fingering herself strongly again. Pressure 
between her thighs continued mounting, and for the first time Wendy realized 
all this passion led somewhere. She felt a tingling in her flat bosom and 
realized her nipples were anxious for stimulation. Why? she wondered.

Wendy's eyes were wide open as she continued staring at the reflection of 
her wide-open pussy-lips. The movement of her fingers, sawing in and out of 
the tight hole, built sensation on sensation for the little girl. Her finger 
rubbed her clitoris with heavier pressure. Perspiration began coating her 
body. It made her white flesh shine. The girl continually attempted to widen 
her thighs, her spine resting on the top of the sofa back. She applied 
stronger pressure to her more sensitive areas, seeking them out with her 
fingers. The one finger she had dipped into her girlish cavern rubbed the 
roof within, finding it the most sensitive part. In and out the finger 
moved, massaging the pinkness.

Pinpricks of delight surged through Wendy, shaking her from her head to her 
feet. Wild, totally unrealized erotic thrills caused sparklers to go off in 
her mind. Her two hands moved more and more rapidly, the forefinger of one 
rubbing what was now a bright-red extension of penile-looking flesh, while 
the first finger of her other hand continued sinking in and out of her 
sucking pussy. Boiling water turned to fiery lava which in turn became 
molten metal as her entire body quivered spasmodically. The muscles in her 
arms and wrists were starting to hurt, yet she endured those aches rather 
than stop. She began feeling it all mount in her, climbing higher, higher, 
higher, then closing over her, engulfing her like a tornado scooping up its 
victims and flinging them hither and thither. She felt as if she were flung 
to the far corners of the universe and brought back, all at once.

The climax exploded from her blistering pussy. The girl bounced and bucked 
insanely.

Without realizing it, Wendy had inserted a second finger into her blazing 
vagina, and as it rubbed through her, she screamed, "Aaaaayah!"

The flooding come-fluid poured out over her fingers as she continued 
thrusting them in and out of her box, lifting her to thrills her wildest 
imagination had never conceived. The orgasm continued bearing down on her, 
giving her arms, her legs, her whole body the textured solidity of a rag 
doll. The girl bit her lips to keep herself from screaming again.

Now she knew why her mother had shouted. The feeling was so intense there 
was no way not to shout. Imagine, this was what Herb did to her mother!

Or was it? Was it possible he did something else? Was it possible what Herb 
did with her mother was even, better than this? And to think Herb was 
willing to be dominated by her mother for bringing her to such a wonderful 
conclusion!

Wendy tumbled back onto the sofa. Her thighs lay against the sofa back, 
stiff and straight. Her fingers finished their massage.

And when it was over and Wendy was so hypersensitive she was temporarily 
unable to take more, the young girl decided to see what she might be able to 
do with her stepfather.



Chapter 4

Wendy was aware of her mother's passion for cleanliness. When Maryann went 
into the shower, she stayed there nearly thirty minutes each time. And that 
night, while her mother was in the shower, Wendy decided to start her 
campaign to discover how far she was able to go with her stepfather, and at 
the same time, how much she was able to get from him.

Wearing a short pink mini-dress with matching pink bikini panties 
underneath, Wendy turned on the radio in the living room and soon had music 
blaring throughout the entire house. She knew her stepfather was relaxing in 
the bedroom, wearing nothing but a bathrobe, waiting for her mother to come 
out of the shower.

Wendy knew all the latest dances, and she began wildly dancing in the living 
room, knowing her dress was flapping up, baring her skimpy panties. She was 
aware of Herb coming down the hall from the bedroom, peering into the living 
room, watching her. The girl wondered if her stepfather would stop her, but 
he simply stood there, watching her, and from the corner of her eye Wendy 
saw the man's maroon bathrobe start to tent in front.

Wendy's feet seemed to fly in every direction at once. When her feet moved 
one way, her hips moved the other way. Her long brown hair flew wildly about 
her head. Wendy kept tabs on her stepfather by staring at his reflection in 
the mirror. He was mesmerized by the movement of her buttocks. She twisted 
and gyrated as if she were under some hypnotic spell. Herb's eyes remained 
glued to her thighs and buttocks as she did gyrations that would put a 
stripper to shame and her expression was far from that of a pure, innocent 
little girl. Her mind, was thinking of how she'd felt when she had fingered 
herself earlier in the day. There were lines of crisp concentration making 
her face a mask of emotion.

When Herb Rheingold did glance at his stepdaughter's face, he was amazed. He 
was looking at a sensuous woman, not a little girl. This was a female who 
wanted to be fucked to within an inch of her life! The idea terrified Herb. 
Deep down, he wanted to fuck her. Yes, he'd had the hots for the girl from 
the first time he'd seen Wendy. True, he was crazy for her mother, but he 
wanted the girl just as much. And now seeing the sensuous expression on the 
young girl's face startled him.

Wendy continued dancing, watching the varied expressions on Herb Rheingold's 
face while pretending to be so caught up in her dancing she saw nothing. She 
noted the way his eyes seemed to return to her thighs again and again, 
staring at her long, white legs, gazing at her rounded hips, almost drooling 
after her buttocks, staring as if he wanted to cup each one in. his hands. 
She had no breasts like her mother, and wished she did, feeling that 
bouncing boobs might have made him even more attracted to her.

And then the music came to an end. Wendy went and turned off the radio and 
pretended to be startled, seeing Herb for the first time.

"Oh ... wow ... Herb, I didn't see you there."

"What were you doing?" he asked.

"Dancing," she replied. "Whenever I feel happy, I like to dance."

Taking a deep breath, she sat on the sofa against the mirrored wall and 
pulled her knees up to her chin, hugging them. Wendy saw Herb's eyes flick 
instantly to her panties. Yes, she was more certain than ever it was what 
lay behind her panties that interested him most, but he obviously was not 
going to admit it. Even so, she saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. 
The girl realized he had been drooling and had caught himself just before 
the spittle fell from his lips.

"Do you ... uhhhh ... dance often?" Herb asked.

"Only when I hear music I like," she told him. "Too bad we don't have a 
stereo. I'd be able to get a lot of dance records and dance more often."

"Well ... uhhh ... if you want, I'm sure I can afford to find a nice little 
stereo set for you."

"Gee, that'd be terrific," Wendy smiled.

"All right," Herb nodded, as the sound of the shower in the master bathroom 
stopped. "I'll see if I can fine one tomorrow."

Wendy saw his bathrobe thrust out before him, and only his hands, folded in 
front of him, hid any of it. She smiled. Mother was right. A man can be 
manipulated. And Wendy intended manipulating Herb Rheingold as much as 
possible. She watched him go to his bedroom, then walked down the hall to 
her own bedroom. Earlier in the day she had rearranged the furniture so her 
headboard was up against the wall dividing her bedroom from that of her 
mother and Herb.



Chapter 5

Returning to his own bedroom, Herb stared at the lissome form of his naked 
wife coming out of the bathroom.

"Hey," he said to her. "I want to fuck you tonight."

"I think that's a marvelous idea," she nodded. Since returning from their 
honeymoon, the couple had experimented with dozens of different positions, 
but Herb had refrained from anything other than cock-in-cunt fucking. Little 
by little, Maryann was coming around to his way of thinking, but tonight he 
was burning up. An ordinary fuck was not the thing to set him at ease. No, 
he needed something special.

"I'd like to try something different tonight," he said.

"Not oral?" she asked, a frightened quiver in her voice.

"No, not oral," he admitted. "Anal."

Maryann breathed again. Most of the time, when Herb fucked her, he slipped 
two, sometimes three fingers into her rectum, continually widening it, and 
by now she was fairly certain she was capable of taking his cock inside 
without too much discomfort. Too, his fingers always brought on an anal 
climax, and she was certain his cock was able to bring on an even stronger 
one.

"Okay," she agreed.

"But not here," he told her.

"Where?"

"Out in the backyard, in the swimming pool and on the grass. That time we 
were on the boat together was really terrific, and I'd like to get outdoors 
again."

Maryann thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, yes, that sounds like a 
wonderful idea. Herb, you've been wonderfully patient with me. In just a 
little while, I'm sure I'll be able to do anything and everything you want."

"You'll do more than merely do what I want," he smiled. "You'll love it, all 
of it. You'll see."

The chocolate nipples on the end of her breasts drew Herb's eyes like 
magnets. Christ! Every bit of her was beautiful! Her lightly tanned skin 
seemed to glow in the light.

Wendy, in her own bedroom with her ear pressed to the wall, was overjoyed. 
High hedges might keep other people from seeing into their yard, but Wendy's 
room overlooked the pool. With the lights out, no one would see her if she 
stood in the window and peered out. Now, for the first time, she bad a 
chance to see just what it was her mother and Herb did together. Wow! This 
was just what she'd been hoping for!

Maryann always enjoyed the simpleton look on her husband's face as he 
drooled over her body. The security she wanted was no longer something to 
worry about. Each day she was learning more and more about Herb Rheingold, 
finding him a very easy man to live with, and oddly, she discovered she was 
really falling in love with him. Yes, he was a very easy man to love, caring 
for her and caring for Wendy, too. At first, Maryann had worried Herb and 
Wendy might not hit it off. The girl was a loner, always quiet and morose, 
with very few friends, but Herb seemed to be getting along splendidly with 
her. Not having to worry about her daughter's behavior was a tremendous load 
off Maryann's mind.

Looking at her husband as he removed his robe, Maryann felt a sudden funny 
twitch in her vagina. No longer did she think about the rights or wrongs of 
enjoying sex. Each time with Herb was better than the time before, and each 
of her orgasms was much stronger. Maryann pitied her mother for never having 
enjoyed sex. Secretly, when she was alone, she thought of how it would be 
when she finally did suck her husband's penis. In the beginning the idea had 
nauseated her, but with the passing days, it became more and more 
intriguing. She even practiced with ice cream cones, and rice, she'd 
accidentally crammed the entire scoop of ice cream into her mouth, dreaming 
it was the head of a penis. She'd felt silly with a cone literally sticking 
Out between her lips as she gulped the ice cream to keep it from spilling on 
her dress.

"I'm going to be a little rough tonight," Herb warned. "I thought you should 
know."

"I think I'd like that," Maryann said, facing him, triumphantly waving her 
breasts in his face, offering them up like a double sacrifice to some god. 
Herb's eyes swelled gluttonously. His gasp was Maryann's triumph. No matter 
how many times he saw her breasts, when seeing them again, he always gasped.

Abruptly his hands shot out and grabbed her penny-brown nipples, pulling on 
them, even twisting them a little.

"Ohhhhh!" she sighed. "That's nice, that's very nice." She writhed as he 
pinched her nipples again, then his fingers relaxed. He began stroking-them 
into thick, hard points. The heavy tan flesh around them felt as if it was 
being milked, and Maryann leaned her head into her husband's shoulder, 
mewling with delight; He leaned over her shoulder with her facing away from 
him and brought his mouth down on hers. One of his arms wrapped around her 
waist, while the other hand continued playing with her breasts.

"Ummm ... ohhh ... " she sighed as he released her. She savored his 
responses to her. Her husband seemed to get better and better.

Maryann continued purring deep down in her throat. Her hands slid down to 
her hips as she felt "herself being spun around, and then her arms formed a 
horse collar around his neck as she kissed him again and again. Her fingers 
moved down his neck to his solid shoulders and gripped tightly while his 
fingers slid up and down the length of her smooth body. His hands were 
cupping her buttocks, pressing her against him, and she decided she liked 
that a lot.

Her own hands were busy now, moving down his hips, sliding around his front, 
gripping his hot cock. Yes, Maryann knew she had come a long, long way. 
Clutching Herb's huge penis gave her tremendous pleasure. Feeling the way it 
flexed made her vagina twinge again and again.

"You're a great big man with a great big beautiful cock," Maryann whispered.

"Big enough to satisfy two like you," Herb whispered, thinking how he'd love 
to fuck that little Wendy, as well.

Maryann laughed lightly and pulled away from her husband. She hurried 
through the kitchen door.

It was a moonlit night with a trillion stars peering down. She could see as 
clearly as if it were twilight. The swimming pool was an above-ground 
installation, circular, with a wooden platform running all the way around 
and steps leading up to it.

Maryann trotted lightly toward the pool, her body gleaming, reflecting 
silver moonlight. Herb followed her, his thick penis wobbling from side to 
side like a living lever which, if pumped the right way, would make his body 
rise.

As she neared the steps, Maryann slipped and fell into the mud puddle beside 
the pool with a resounding "plop!" Squirming around, still lying in the mud, 
she laughed and said, "Come on, sissy. The mud is just fine."

She watched Herb star at her as he circled the mud puddle. He didn't know 
whether she was crazy or what. Who in her right mind wallowed in. mud?

"Come on," Maryann teased, reading his mind. "Women get mud packs on their 
faces every day to, improve their complexions. Think what this can do for 
your entire body!"

Standing, with the wet, earthy substance dripping off her, her brown, 
bobbling breasts bouncing with each mincing step she took, Maryann smiled, 
took another step, then fell on her butt again. She laughed out loud.

"You're crazy," Herb laughed, staring at her.

"Is the great big man afraid?" Maryann teased.

"Yecccchhh!" Herb responded.

"Oh, it feels so wonderfully slimy," Maryann told him. To emphasize how she 
felt, the woman rolled over and over in the puddle, splashing mud all 
around. Her bobbling breasts looked like two buoys holding her up as she lay 
on her back. The mud even covered her short black hair. Grumbling, Herb 
finally waded into the puddle up to his ankles.

Wendy watched, giggling, amazed that the grown-ups were acting so childish. 
She had to admit they were having fun.

Standing sloshing in the mud, Herb had to admit it was fun. It was messy, 
but the sight of her lying on her back, covered with the mess, sent a 
sensuous warmth seeping through him. Though still erotically aroused by the 
sight of Maryann, Herb was learning to love her in other than physical ways.

Then he thought of Wendy. What he felt for his stepdaughter was pure lust. 
His stepdaughter! The way she'd been dancing had really brought his cock up 
in a hurry. Even now, he felt it getting stiffer as he remembered the erotic 
look on her face as she danced.

Maryann watched him standing there, and wanting him to make love to her 
rather than think, reached up with her foot and gripped his cock between her 
big toe and the one next to it.

She rubbed and twisted her foot against his penis and balls until his hand 
reached down and caught the tiny foot, pressing it against his genitals.

"Oooooh!" she sighed. "I like the feeling!"

Herb's other hand reached out and gripped her calf, then he was on his knees 
in the mud beside her, and she squirmed as his hand gripped her naked thigh. 
Her other foot was bent, still pressing into his cock. She trembled when his 
slimy hand rubbed her belly, then reached down and massaged her pussy, 
pushing some of the cold mud in. Her toes gripped the head of his penis like 
slippery pliers as he attempted to insinuate his middle finger into her 
tight vagina.

"Ooooo ... unnh ... yess ... I love that!" she gasped. His finger explored 
her pussy-lips, tickling her clitoris while his throbbing, solid cock beat a 
wild tattoo against the sole of Maryann's foot.

Wendy, watching from her window, had her first glimpse of Herb's penis when 
he turned his profile to her.

My gosh! she thought. That's what he has between his thighs. Like wow! 
That's really something. What the heck does he do with it?

Wendy noticed the way Herb was fingering her mother's snatch, and it 
reminded her of the way she had diddled her own pussy in front of the mirror 
that afternoon.

"I guess mud puddles aren't too bad, after all," Herb laughed. "Yeah, I 
think we're going to have a lot of fun. Hey, this mud is great lubrication. 
I ought to stuff some of it up your pretty little ass."

Maryann jerked as her husband's finger found her erect clitoris and began 
rubbing. His other hand had hold of her ankle. They both continued rubbing 
his foot against his cock. She saw the combination of mud and her rubbing 
foot against his pulsing member was having a powerful effect on the man. The 
throbbing seemed to increase, and she was certain the penis swelled a bit 
more.

"That's good, honey, that's really good," he told her.

The smell of wet earth no longer bothered him, and Maryann was pleased she 
had initiated this. A month before her conscience would have suffered the 
tortures of the damned, but tonight, the dirt, for all its connotations of 
filth, had a strangely erotic effect on the couple.

"Oh, Herb," Maryann gasped, standing and pressing her body to his as he got 
to his feet. She thrust her pelvis forward as his finger reached for her 
cunt again. His pushing finger teased, circled and rummaged against her 
clitoris, making it more sensitive with each passing second. He was rubbing 
his entire finger back and forth, back and forth against the entire length 
of her simmering slit.

"Come on," he gasped, "let's get out of here."

With his finger still rubbing her cut, Herb stepped out of the mud puddle. 
Maryann followed. She reached down and gripped his waggling penis, standing 
so solid and straight, as if starched. His arm encircled Maryann's waist as 
rivulets of mud ran down their bodies. It covered the mountains of her 
breasts and the valley of her cunt, slithering off the slopes of her wide 
hips.

Herb tugged her closer. Maryann gloried in the way he crushed her female 
flesh with his entire body, catching her mouth with his. Her eyes closed and 
she writhed against him, feeling greater passion than ever before. It was no 
longer a case of doing things to make him happy so he'd want her. She ached 
to please him simply because pleasing him pleased her. Her curved, round, 
naked body was tightly clenched by his hands and arms. She was plastered 
gloriously against him, her great, brown eyed breasts mashing into his 
dripping chest. Their hips shoved together. His pulsating cock jammed, 
fiercely into her soft stomach. It beat and twitched there, trapped and 
captured by their wet, clinging bodies.

Maryann felt Herb's forcing, stabbing tongue lance into her open mouth. 
Shivers and chills of anticipation raced up her spine like millions of 
squiggly tadpoles. The slithery, slimy mud running between them only made 
her want him more. Her husband's heated, anxious body seeking hers brought 
such heated desire, her head swam and she wanted to faint. Maryann's 
nipples, like the noses of two burrowing moles, dug into her husband's hairy 
chest.

Maryann felt a greater urgency descending. As her husband's tongue continued 
filling her mouth, the woman sensed her anxious need. His fingers were 
clutching her soft, tender buttocks, digging painfully into them, 
deliciously bruising them, delightfully kneading them, clutching and 
clinging to her, bringing her ever closer. Heated breath came snorting from 
their flared nostrils as the night enveloped them, keeping them safe from 
all prying eyes-save those of Wendy.

The girl felt heat overtake her. This thrilling scene was something most 
people never enjoyed. To see it tonight was enough for now, but to partake 
of it in the future was her ultimate goal. Even now, unable to take the heat 
of witnessing the lovemaking between her mother and stepfather, the girl 
stripped off her clothing and stood naked. Her fingers were rubbing her 
vagina as they had when she'd looked in the mirror, only what she was 
witnessing now was far more sensual. Her fingers sank deeper and deeper into 
her pussy, rubbing the clitoris and massaging her tingling cuntal lips. She 
groaned, wishing she were able to meld into the scene she was witnessing.

Maryann pushed hard against her husband's hairy chest, reluctantly tearing 
her mouth away. Her eyes were fiery points of burning light, staring into 
those of her husband, glittering. She understood her need for him was equal 
to his for her. Her tongue flicked out and licked her lips as she said, 
"Hurry, let's go into the swimming pool and rinse off."

Feeling her husband's hands digging into her nakedness, she hurried up the 
stairs. Reaching the edge of the pool, Maryann dove in, leaving Herb 
standing on the platform. A moment later, without thinking, he plunged in 
after her. The woman felt every pore open as the warm, heated pool cleansed 
her, draining the mud from her body, inside and out. Her hands touched the 
pool bottom, then she slowly rose to the top. She was treading water when 
Herb came up beside her.

"Come on," she gasped. "I'll race you once around the pool." And she was 
off.

Herb caught her halfway around. One arm gripped her middle while his other 
arm reached to the platform for support. He dragged her from the water as he 
climbed out, letting the warm night air rush over them. Slinging her over 
his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, he climbed down from the platform. She 
squirmed and writhed, making him feel even more masculine in his dominance.

Walking over to a patch of thick lawn, he put her down. She lay prone, 
face-down, letting him stare at the roundness of her rump. She was damp, 
with water droplets trickling off, glistening in the moonlight.

Turning her head, Maryann looked up at her husband. He seemed suave and 
debonair, even while totally naked. His hand was clutching his rampant cock. 
Instinctively she spread her thighs in submission. Her hands slid up and 
down her hips.

"Come on, Herb," she whispered. "Do it!"

"It might hurt a little," he warned.

"Let it," she insisted. "I'd rather be hurt by you than caressed by anyone 
else."

The sight of her open thighs and moist triangular patch of black moss, now 
warmly opened, with its rich pink inviting lips, sent a jolt through Herb's 
loins, making his cock jerk and twitch even more. The moist seepage covering 
the tip was definitely not from the pool, just as the wetness coating 
Maryann's labia came from inside her.

What are they going to do now? Wendy wondered.

Her fingers continued mashing into her tender vagina, caressing the wet, 
sopping lips, teasing the extended clitoris, building a swamp of thrilling 
sensations. The girl wondered what more a man was able to do after fingering 
a woman's cunt.

Herb knelt beside his wife's prone figure. He slid between her thighs, 
staring at the reddish-pink slash below her full asscheeks, knowing this was 
the pathway to paradise. He leaned forward and let his thick penis press 
against her pussy-lips, running the knob up and down the length of her 
cuntal slit.

Then he said, "Okay, honey. Here we go!"

"Yessss ... " Maryann hissed, writhing as if tormented.

The thought of his enormous prong sinking into the tiny orifice between her 
asscheeks did frighten her a little, but she refused to admit it. If this 
was what Herb wanted, this was what she ached to give him. For some reason 
the organ looked larger each time she saw it, and thinking how tiny her 
rectum was gave her the shivers. Earlier she had been certain she was able 
to handle it. Now she wasn't too sure. And then, the massive glands was 
pressing against her sphincter.

Turning her head, she saw him kneeling there, his hard cock right up against 
her. His eyes were staring at her pale brown bud. It was even paler in the 
moonlight. He pressed slowly forward, rotating his penis. She felt the 
pressure of the thick knob attempting to open her anal muscle. For a moment 
she tightened up, automatically resisting the pressure. Then she exhaled and 
decided not to resist his prodding cock.

"Yes, yes, yes," she insisted, pushing her knees under her, lifting her buns 
to make it easier for him.

Once again she stared between her dangling breasts, eager to see as much of 
her anal penetration as possible. The phallic lance glistened in the 
moonlight, and the sight of it sent hot shivers roaring through her body.

"Unghhh! God!" the expletive tore from her husband's mouth. The wife felt 
greater and greater pressure at her incredibly tight, restricting anus as 
his monolithic prod attempted to penetrate. He already had half the head 
inside her sphincter, and her rectum was clutching the rubbery dome, 
gripping it with such severity, Maryann felt her husband's heart beating 
through the head of his phallus. She imagined how good her tight, 
constricting asshole must feel around his pulsing dome. His hands were 
clutching her hips, shoving harder, moving his thrusting pole into her taut 
stricture.

"Unnnggh ... ooooh ... " she gasped. This was one time she would not allow 
pain to interfere with her husband's enjoyment.

"Maybe I'd ... uhhh ... better not," he insisted.

"Do it! Do it!" she insisted.

"Keep that sweet ass of yours nice and high," he told her.

Maryann knew this was another in a series of solid fucks she would never 
forget. She had no doubt, once his cock had totally widened her anal vault, 
her love for this way of doing things would equal her love for his cock in 
her cunt. After all, she adored having his fingers in her asshole. In fact, 
she carefully swabbed her asshole with oil after washing it out, making 
certain it was clean for her husband's fingers-only this time it was clean 
for his cock.

Maryann bit her lips to keep her grunt of pain from being heard. She didn't 
want to discourage Herb.

Wendy was astonished. She had no idea a man's extension was meant to 
penetrate a woman! She wondered why Herb was pressing into her mother's 
rectum rather than her vagina. Any fool knew a vaginal orifice was wider! 
The girl was certain her mother's asscheeks would part like the two halves 
of a melon from the forceful way her stepfather was driving into her. Wendy 
winced, feeling pain in her own anus, sympathetically hurting along with her 
mother. Even so, her fingers continued rubbing into her vagina, building and 
enhancing the sensations there.

The girl had to admit that her mother's asscheeks were voluptuous. She 
wondered if her own would, one day be as good. She watched Herb shudder. 
Wendy saw the way the dangling sac behind his penis trembled as he attempted 
to force more of the prod into her mother's rectum. Gee! What was that sac 
for, anyway?"

"Keep going," Maryann insisted, raising her head and turning, smiling at her 
husband to keep him from being discouraged.

Herb grinned back at her, the point of his penis almost totally buried 
behind the muscle of his wife's ass. Maryann saw his eyes were focused on 
his thick, turgid pole.

He shoved, and the head was suddenly all the way in. Her sphincter closed 
around it, then began sucking it deeper and deeper. For Maryann there was 
still discomfort, but she was determined to please bet husband. She remained 
totally relaxed. This prevented her from feeling additional pain.

Herb's cock sank deeper and deeper into the tightly stretched oval of his 
wife's asshole, and Maryann bit her arm to keep herself from screaming. She 
gasped as he jerked forward, another small length of hardened cock sliding 
into her tender, puckered flesh.

Halfway in, he stopped, allowing her anus to widen and adjust to his cock. 
When he drew the rod out a little, the sphincter literally puckered around 
the throbbing rod.

Maryann thought her husband's cock was so solid, it was brittle. She feared 
to move to the side, afraid she might snap it off his body. The woman felt 
like a candied apple on the end of a stick, but she wanted more of the cock 
inside her. She was already starting to feel the flutters of delight she'd 
felt when his fingers had rummaged in there.

The heavy penis began sliding forward again, making the sphincter fold in on 
itself.

"Uhhhmmm!" Maryann gasped as Herb continued pressing into her hot, tight 
passage. She turned her face away so her husband was unable to see the 
contorted agony written all over it. Her arms tightened as she pulled them 
in to support herself. Maryann wiggled her head from side to side, feeling 
pulsing thrills even though he wasn't all the way into her. The sooner he 
sank his wang into her, the better. Once it was totally embedded, she knew 
the pain should completely fade away.

"All the way," she gasped. "Shove it in all the way!"

The dirt and grass beneath her seemed to be giving. She wondered if she was 
sinking into the ground. She hoped not. Sooner or later this agony was going 
to turn into something enjoyable. She knew it.

Maryann forced herself to relax as Herb leaned into what he was doing, 
sliding his hands up her lithe torso and gripping her full, swollen breasts. 
The hands squeezed for a moment, then pressed together so he had both 
nipples trapped in one hand. This permitted his other hand to reach down 
into her crotch and begin massaging her clitoris.

"Ohhhh!" Maryann gasped when he touched her there.

Yes, yes, yes, that's where to touch her, Wendy thought, pressing her own 
fingers even deeper into her sodden cunt.

Now Herb lunged viciously forward into the gaping strength of her taut anal 
canal, feeling the reluctant flesh finally and totally surrender to his 
powering thrust. Yes, he was all the way in, right to the hilt. His hairy 
groin was scrubbing her anal crinkle as the entire length of his prick 
oscillated in her rectum and colon.

Maryann clenched her teeth, feeling she might faint. The fainting spell 
passed, and her rear passage slowly dilated, accommodating itself to her 
husband's lengthy breadth. Salacious desire was already surging through her 
loins as the penis continued violating and titillating her tender, prurient 
anal flesh so delectably. Maybe she was meant to be a whore after all. She 
enjoyed doing these things, even though her mother had warned her to avoid 
evil and temptation.

Herb's pelvis smacked loudly against her quivering asscheeks as, grunting 
still, he continued pushing. It was as if he hoped to fill even more of her 
colon with his cock. She felt his dangling balls slamming against the open 
hole of her vagina, slapping against the finger he pressed against her 
clitoris. She sighed a little as the licentious fire burned higher and 
brighter. Sighs seeped from her lips, so soft only his ears and hers were 
able to hear them.

He slowly eased his hard cock back until only the corona was inside, then 
whispered to her, "Shove your ass back onto my pole, Maryann. It'll feel 
better if you fuck along with me."

"Uhhh ... yesss," she gasped, her body trembling as the aching 
lasciviousness built even higher.

Maryann rammed her tight cunt back onto the throbbing finger rubbing against 
her clit. She slammed her ass along the in-thrust penis.

Lust blinded her. Maryann neither saw nor heard as thrill followed thrill 
into her whirling brain. Her husband's command made her respond 
automatically. She rotated her ass, screwing back, then forth, back, then 
forth. The impaling member filled her rectum completely, yet there was no 
discomfort. If there were tears in Maryann's eyes, they were tears of 
happiness. The pain was totally gone, and the finger working in her 
dripping, slavering nookie was bringing her enjoyment and pleasure. She 
began reveling in the perverted sodomizing of her uplifted ass. A choking 
sound came from her gullet as her tender tunnel gripped Herb's moving organ. 
Swiftly now desire replaced agony and want built higher and higher inside 
her. Spasms of delight enlarged with each pounding attack of his spiking 
cock.

With her fingers still digging into her crotch, Wendy watched as her 
stepfather wildly thrust into the split crevice of her mother's sensuously 
writhing buttocks. The girl moaned. Ripples shuddered through her body. She 
knew her mother was feeling not pain, but the same sensations she herself 
was feeling. But her mother seemed to be feeling these sensations on a much 
grander scale. Her heated lust increased proportionally, and she dug her 
fingers into the hairless folds of her nookie, humping wildly back and 
forth.

Maryann's head turned to the side, and her cheek pressed into the soft, 
grass-covered earth as she lewdly rammed her ass back against the licentious 
thrusts of her husband's penis. Herb's fingers dug more deeply into the 
hairy frame of her muff. She moaned as his fingertips continued working 
through her feminine well and massaging her clitoris.

"Unnhh ... oooh, damn, damn, damn ... this is it! I'm ... uhhh ... almost 
there ... " Herb hissed obscenely as he increased his ravishment of her 
rectum, his hands sending licentious thrills through her flaming cunt. 
Maryann felt her. breasts had swollen to twice their original size as his 
other hand continued playing with both nipples at once. His fingers pinched 
and pulled the brown, rubbery nubbins, sending pinpoints of prurient desire 
sparkling through her body.

Fingers continued sinking into Maryann's soggy well with a deep, sloshing 
sound as Herb madly pumped his throbbing cock into the tight depths of her 
rubbery rectum and colon. The muscles in both her vagina and anus sucked the 
plunging penetrators, milking his cock, pulling his fingers, absorbing him 
into her quicksand crotch. Her passion-lusting body ached for even more of 
him.

Jagged shards of desire continued building in Maryann. Her entire interior 
felt like a mass of sharp, crystalline, yet insanely melting emotional 
apexes, like softening butter on the tip of a heated carrot. The woman felt 
about to wash entirely into oblivion, nullifying everything forever. Nothing 
before had pushed her so far into thoughtless infinity. Anal intercourse was 
a whole new world to her, and she was enjoying it to the utmost.

The brutal, makeshift extension of his fingers stiffly slamming into her 
aching vagina seemed to meet the in stroke of his heavy cock as it poured 
into her rectum. The thin membrane barely separated the lunging, reaching 
probes. It seemed too fragile to hold out against the dual onslaught. 
Maryann arched feverishly back and forth, forward to the digging press of 
his driving fingers, then back onto the thick length of the vicious cock 
clambering into her back passage.

Wendy watched, seeing everything clearly from her window. Her own fingers 
rode more quickly into her vagina. They managed to massage the roof of her 
cunt and then her clitoris on each backstroke. She was taking longer to 
reach that wonderful feeling this time, but she knew it was going to feel 
even better when it finally did come.

The driving rhythm increased and Maryann heard his gasping keeping time to 
her own as he rammed his hard cock faster and deeper into the sucking clutch 
of her rear end. He was ramming it into her harder and faster, harder and 
faster, which was precisely the way she wanted it. Glory was almost hers, 
now. The peak she had been seeking was there, and knowing the reliability of 
her husband, Maryann was certain she was going to make it.

"Come on, honey ... " she heard him gasp.

"Fuck that ... uhh, ass up to ... uhhhhhhh meeeeee ... "

Unable to contain herself any longer, Maryann arched forward. She screamed 
to the night, an inhuman, spiraling wail bursting from her lips as her own 
hand reached between her thighs and jammed his fingers deeper into her 
sucking cunt. Wild spasms tore through her lithe body as the cock slammed 
into her squeezing rectum with all its power.

"AAAIIIE! YYAAGGH! HHHAAGH!"

The sound of her insane screaming and her crazy lurching action triggered 
Herb's orgasm. His arms tightened around her body, one hand almost entirely 
dug into her vagina, while the other hand crushed her breasts, squeezing 
them like ripe tomatoes. His stiff cock jerked in her ass, and the sperm 
came shooting. The heavy white glue coated her rectal interior with thick, 
heated streams, pumping, humping, sending tidal wave after tidal wave of, 
desire through her, making Maryann reach a second climax.

"AAAANNNGGGHHAARG!" she bellowed, and her scream covered the high-pitched 
squeal of her daughter who was enjoying her own satisfaction as she 
continued staring at the tableau in the back yard.

Maryann's hands were between her thighs now, cramming Herb's fingers deeper 
and deeper into her seething cunt. Her bursting body felt as if a million 
suns had gone nova within. The light blinded her eyes and sounds deafened 
her. The blasting flood in her anal corridor scourged her flesh, making her 
feel as if she were one big hollow, pulsing and jerking to the mighty 
flexing of his shooting penis. Maryann ached to swallow all of her husband 
into her body. She wanted to devour Herb and keep him within her body 
forever. Nothing seemed to matter any longer save for the continual flow of 
orgasms shooting through her body. She was on a plain of delight, joined 
forever to her wonderful husband, his flesh in hers for eternity.

The licentious cock in her asshole, added to the moving fingers in her cunt, 
brought continuing dual rapture to Maryann. No previous orgasm had ever been 
so overpowering and exquisite. Now she knew why sodomy was considered 
depraved-too much of it would kill her with rapture.

The blazing arc within her was slowly diminishing now. Soon it died 
altogether, leaving a pleasant thrill in its wake. Her clenching asshole had 
milked his cock completely. Rivers of sperm ran down the backs of her 
thighs. Maryann felt totally drained.

Herb lay across her back, unable to move, thinking of Wendy again. He 
wondered if he'd ever have the courage to fuck her.

And Wendy lay on her bed, gasping, shuddering, wondering how long she'd be 
able to tease her stepfather before finally surrendering her body to such 
wonderful bliss.



Chapter 6

The following day, at twelve-thirty, when Herb Rheingold came home, Wendy 
had a hot lunch ready and waiting for him. She sat at the opposite end of 
the kitchen table, wearing a white shirt that Herb no longer used-its collar 
and cuffs were too frayed. The shirt came just below Wendy's buttocks.

The kitchen had three walls, plus a half wall dividing it from the dining 
room. The kitchen table was against the half-wall, and the sink, stove, and 
refrigerator were all against the opposite wall. The rear wall had a door 
leading to the backyard, and the front wall had a door leading to the 
basement.

Even as Herb ate, Wendy noticed the way his eyes wandered to the open top of 
the shirt she wore. True, she had no breasts to speak of, yet her stepfather 
was unable to keep from looking.

"What do you do all day?" Herb asked, as he finished his food.

"Oh, I do the laundry and the cooking," Wendy replied, "but it's kinda dull 
around here. There really isn't much to do."

"You don't hang around with boys, do you?" Herb asked.

"There aren't any boys around here worth hanging around with," Wendy 
replied, smiling.

He rose and put his dish in the sink. "Be careful," Herb warned, following 
her as she walked from the kitchen, through the dining room into the living 
room. "Boys can be a lot of trouble."

"They're all so dumb," Wendy shrugged, sitting on the sofa, curling her legs 
under her, giving Herb a glimpse of the white panties she wore under the 
shirt.

"You don't go outside like that, do you?"

"Gosh, no," Wendy replied. "I put on a pair of pedal pushers and sandals, 
first. Heck, I don't want anyone seeing the hole in my panties!"

"You have a hole in your panties?" Herb asked. He reddened as heat flooded 
through him.

"Uh huh," she nodded unselfconsciously, like a little girl. "Right here."

She lifted one leg and tugged it away from the other, and Herb Rheingold 
felt his cock stiffen as he saw the hole in his stepdaughter's panty-crotch. 
He also saw her naked, pursed, pouting cunt-lips, and the sight inflamed 
him.

"Uhhh ... I think you ought not wear those panties," Herb told the girl. 
"Surely you have a better pair, somewhere."

"Not really," the girl replied, her leg still raised, her finger running 
back and forth around the hole in her crotch band. "I need some nice 
panties."

Herb was moving closer, and Wendy saw his eyes glued to her open thighs. He 
knelt on the floor before the couch, licking his lips. A light bead of 
perspiration broke out on his forehead.

"It does feel kinda cold there," Wendy insisted. "See for yourself. Touch it 
with your finger."

"I ... uhhh ... I'd better not," Herb gasped, standing and getting ready to 
back away, though his eyes remained glued to the wet pink slit of her little 
cunt.

"Oh come on, feel how cold I am there," Wendy insisted, and slowly pushed 
her finger between her sucking labia. The digit slipped between her pouting 
cunt-lips, then made a slurping sound as it slid out again. She held her 
finger up, letting Herb see the moisture covering its tip.

"You kissed a sore for me yesterday," she teased. "What if I told you I was 
sore down there. Would you kiss me there?"

Wendy was teasing, not believing any man in his right mind would want to 
kiss a female's vaginal lips. She was certain the liquid from her interior 
aroused him penilely, but she had no idea the rest of him burned as well.

"Oh look," she continued teasing. "My finger also hurts. Kiss it and make it 
better."

She held the, wet forefinger out to Herb. He reached up, grabbed her hand 
and stared at her finger. The vaginal fluid was fast-drying, and he smelled 
the arousing aroma.

"Y-you shouldn't do this, Wendy," he gasped. "A man has certain limits." And 
before the girl was ready, he opened his mouth and sucked her finger inside 
pulling with his lips and licking with his tongue, taking off all the tasty 
oil.

Wendy trembled, afraid for an instant, then aroused as his tongue washed 
over her finger again and again. Herb's closeness made her feel hotter than 
ever before. She took a deep breath, determined to keep control of herself.

"Will you buy me some nice new lollipop bikini panties?" she asked, running 
the fingers of her other hand through his dark hair.

"Well, you know I'll buy you anything you really need," he replied, gasping.

"You can see I really need panties," she said, raising her leg a little 
higher as he took her finger from his mouth.

"Yes," Herb whispered. "I can see you need panties."

He leaned closer, inhaling her female essences into his sinus cavities, 
dizzy from the delicious aroma. There was something about the pussy of a 
young girl that seemed so exciting. Hairless, delicate, with fluted inner 
lips, it seemed lonely and begging for attention.

Wendy felt silly, lying there with her leg up in the air. And when the 
heated breath from his nostrils washed over her vagina, she trembled. The 
girl didn't know why, but for some reason she felt more aroused than ever 
before. She was aching to feel Herb do something to her as he had done to 
her mother. No, she didn't want him putting his pole into her tiny rectum. 
She knew for a fact that her ass was unable to take it. Still, she felt as 
if she needed something, and as hit hot breath ran between her vaginal lips, 
her hands reached out, and for some unknown reason, clamped around his head.

Herb took this as her wanting him to kiss her pubic lips, and slowly lowered 
his sucking mouth to the wet, naked vagina. His tongue leaped out and licked 
between the sodden cunt-lips, spreading them and lapping at the fluid she 
oozed.

"Oooooh!" Wendy gasped, as electric thrills rampantly charged through her 
girlish body.

Unsure of what to do, she considered squirming away, but it felt too good. 
She no longer had a chance to think of what was happening. All she could do 
was lie back and enjoy the pressure of his tongue as it moved into the hole 
of her crotch band and sank between her sodden cunt-lips.

As she wriggled, Wendy felt her stepfather's hands clutching the waistband 
of her panties, pulling, tugging, rolling them down over her hips. She 
automatically lifted her buttocks from the sofa, letting him tug the panties 
farther down, and then off. Both legs were up in the air as he removed the 
panties, and his face was pressing all the harder against her vaginal lips. 
Now that the panties were off, Wendy's thighs were being pushed back by her 
stepfather's hands as his tongue continued knifing between the delectable 
slices of her labia.

Unable to think, her mind in a whirl, Wendy slid back, tugging her creaming 
cunt from Herb's mouth. She stared into his eyes, now glistening with raw 
passion. He looked like a lion about to pounce on its prey, and that prey 
was the soft meat of her tender pussy.

He was actually willing to lick between her labia. It should have been 
disgusting, but it felt so good. Oh gosh, did it feel good! Her cuntal 
secretions ringed his mouth, and his tongue was attempting to lick it all 
in. The sight of him licking her wet juices from around his lips made the 
young girl burn with more anxiety than ever before.

"Did you like that?" Herb asked, his voice trembling, half-filled with lust, 
half-filled with fear, afraid she might not like it.

"I ... can't say," she gasped, totally breathless, afraid to admit how much 
she enjoyed it, feeling it might take what little power she had over him 
away from her.

Deep down, Wendy knew she loved it. And what was more she was willing to bet 
this was something he'd never done with her mother. If he had, her mother 
would have insisted he do it last night, before allowing him to penetrate 
her rectum with his stiff cock. Something like this was so agonizingly 
delightful, no woman in her right mind was able to resist it for any length 
of time, or so Wendy sincerely believed. She stared at him, unsure of what 
to say. She wanted his mouth back there, but didn't dare tell him to do it.

"You do like it," Herb muttered. "I can tell you like it. There isn't a 
female in the world who doesn't like it after experiencing it!"

"How about mother?" she asked, staring, into his steel-gray eyes. "Did she 
like it?"

"Your mother hasn't let me do this to her yet, but when she does, she'll 
like it, too. Just like you do."

"Yes," Wendy admitted, turning her head, looking away from him so he didn't 
see her blush. "Yes, I liked it."

"Well, then," Herb gasped, using his hands to part her tender thighs for a 
good look at her wet, oily depths, "Just keep your thighs wide apart and let 
me lick a little while. I promise you'll love it all, especially the ending. 
I'm going to lick your pretty little pink cunt until you come all over the 
couch. Okay?"

"I don't know," Wendy said, shrugging. "I mean, I really don't know." But 
deep down, she knew. She knew what it was like to come, as Herb called it, 
and she wanted to come with his tongue, knowing it was capable of giving her 
the strongest orgasm she'd yet felt.

"What is there not to know?" Herb asked, trying to reason with her. "We've 
already come this far. Let me finish."

"And what do I have to do for you?" she wanted to know, wise enough to 
realize the man eventually needed some satisfaction.

"Today, nothing," he assured her.

"And after today?"

"We'll do things you'll love. We'll do things I haven't done with your 
mother. And I'll buy you all kinds of nice things. You'll see."

Wendy was totally helpless, but her helplessness was to her inner emotions, 
not to Herb Rheingold. She knew all she had to do was tell him to stop and 
he'd do just that. Satisfied she still controlled everything between him and 
herself, she nodded. His description of what he wanted to do had only heated 
her body that much more. She shuddered with insane, lascivious tremblings, 
not knowing why she felt as she did. Mad, erotic thrills blasted through her 
lush little body, and the wet oil inside her vagina began boiling with 
anticipation. Tremors made her thighs thrill all the more as his hands 
pressed on them, opening them. His fingers were crawling closer and closer 
to the pink swamp at her fulcrum. Looking down, Wendy watched her stepfather 
expose her heated coral slash to his hungering eyes. He remained on his 
knees in front of the sofa, staring into the deep, core of her flowerlike 
interior.

Wendy lay back, propped up on her elbows, staring between her upraised knees 
at the licentious hunger on Herb's face. She unbuttoned the lower part of 
her shirt so it wouldn't block her vision.

Herb was hungry for her cunt, all right. She saw it in his eyes. At this 
point nothing in the world was capable of stopping him, short of her mother 
walking into the house, and, even that might not.

He remained kneeling for a long, long time, staring at her up tilted 
cunt-lips, and his looks made her breath catch in her throat. Lord! She felt 
so hot! And then the man suddenly lunged forward, his head moving between 
the columns of her young white thighs, and his tongue lanced into the 
throbbing center of her nookie. Wendy shuddered as the spear of his oral 
digit sank right into her cunt.

"Uuuuhhhnnhh!" she gasped, her body almost out of control, jerking wildly 
from side to side.

She gasped insanely, feeling his lingual digit flicker against the sensitive 
BB of her clitoris for the briefest instant before sliding lower and licking 
its way through the creaming gash of her cunt. Her labia felt the rapturous 
thrill of his wash rag tongue. She automatically humped her body up and 
down. She squeezed her cunt-lips together in the hope of trapping his tongue 
between them. It felt so unbelievably good in there!

Wendy gasped as Herb's lips and tongue began working with maddening fury 
over the wide-open ripeness of-her tingling cunt. Propping herself a little 
higher on her elbows, Wendy saw Herb's eyes were wide open, staring into the 
wanton depths of the salacious pussy into which his tongue was stabbing. 
Occasionally his eyes wandered higher, looking under her partly open shirt, 
staring at her brown nipples. For the first time Wendy was aware of their 
stiffness and realized her nipples were growing even if her breasts were 
taking their time.

Herb smiled inwardly, a wanton victorious smile, listening to the girl's 
heavy breathing as the hot, stabbing point of his licking tongue worked its 
way up and down the tasty interior of her slavering cunt-lips. Christ! She 
tasted fabulous. He wondered if her mother, his wife, tasted as good.

Wendy writhed, feeling the wiggling tongue wash over her soft flesh 
repeatedly, letting her body accustom itself to the feel of the tickling, 
lapping digit and the slick way it felt against her outer labia. Wendy 
sensed the pulsations in her inner lips as well, feeling his slick tongue 
slither through her narrow opening, stopping on the out swipe to taste her 
shivering clitoris.

Reaching under her, Herb's hands cupped and gripped her round, firm 
asscheeks, making Wendy gasp even louder. She was being tugged forward until 
her buttocks rested on the edge of the sofa cushion, then he tugged her 
thighs wider apart, opening the valley of her bare cunt-tunnel to the hunger 
of his eager mouth. His tongue lapped up and down, up and down, and each 
time it licked down, it stabbed forward, attempting to penetrate her vaginal 
corridor.

Each time his tongue licked along her inner lips, Wendy felt new shudders 
blast through her young body. She heard high-pitched squeals, and only after 
the third one did she realize the sounds were coming from her own mouth. She 
squirmed from side to side, feeling him stab his tongue in again and again. 
Her squeals turned into unintelligible sounds of rapture. Her voice was a 
rhapsody of erotic desire, and the sounds inflamed Herb Rheingold, urging 
his tongue deeper and deeper.

Wendy felt the wet tongue suddenly slide out of her vaginal center and move 
lower, licking across her perineum. His chin rested on the heels of his 
hands, cupping her asscheeks. Then the tongue moved into the crack between 
her asscheeks.

Wendy squealed and jumped, thrilling to the touch between her buttocks, and 
when her ass came down into his palms again, the tip of his tongue 
tantalized the puckered rosebud of her anus. This made her shout and squeal 
all the louder.

The unexpected contact of Herb's tongue against the tight, rubbery ring 
brought a long gasp of excitement and arousal from her anguished lips. Now 
Wendy no longer thought of the rights and wrongs of what was happening. 
There was nothing debasing in what she was feeling. And as long as she and 
Herb didn't talk about it, there was no way her mom was going to find out. 
The more she felt, the more the girl enjoyed. It was as correct for her to 
enjoy these things a it was for her mother to en-joy what Herb did to her. 
Gosh! The mere idea of feeling it all made this seem more than all right-it 
was wonderful! And Herb was just the right man to do all these things. No 
wonder her mother had married him!

Unable to maintain control over her body, the young girl moved her torso all 
the more quickly, heaving her wet thighs higher, thrilling to the tingle of 
his wet tongue licking against her rectum as well as through the swamp of 
her vaginal temple. His tongue thrust itself into her asshole more, deeply, 
attempting to set her anal tunnel on fire with licentious ecstasy. The 
movement of the tongue against her asshole told Wendy he wanted her to 
surrender her body to his licking tongue. Her flesh quivered and trembled, 
beyond control, totally lost in the sump of delight surrounding her.

The way Herb's fingers clutched her ass let Wendy know he was aware of her 
complete surrender. She felt him smile as his thick tongue worked its way up 
to her seething nookie again. The bare flesh of her cunt-lips rubbed against 
his light stubble, arousing her excited flesh even more. Her sexually slick 
vaginal interior slid tantalizingly around Herb's tongue. The pulsating, 
spasming walls of her vagina flexed repeatedly. The girl's broiling cunt did 
its utmost to tug his tongue into her depths. The very slickness of it fired 
her to heights Wendy had never dreamed existed.

Now the girl knew she had been right in her assumption. Her stepfather had 
been interested in what lay between her thighs. He was also interested in 
her rectum, as he had been interested in her mother's. Well, as long as it 
was his tongue that entered her anus, she was more than willing to let it 
happen. But she'd be damned if she'd let him put his pole up there, as he'd 
done to her mother, even if her mother had enjoyed it tremendously.

As she thought these things, Wendy realized her body was totally helpless 
against the assault of her stepfather's tongue. With each passing second she 
felt more and more rapture overtaking her. Gosh, yes! She loved this. And to 
think Herb was willing to buy her presents to let him do this to her. Wow! 
This was complete ecstatic rapture! How lucky can a girl get-to have a man 
do this to her and pay for the privilege!

Even as she thought this, it occurred to Wendy there was more to this than 
she had realized. If he was willing to buy her presents for letting him use 
his tongue to bring her all kinds of rapture, what more was he willing to do 
for her if she brought him the same kind of pleasure? Hey, now there was a 
thing to consider!

Her mind blanked out all thoughts as her body felt itself aroused beyond any 
point of return. She squirmed, writhed and wriggled insanely, wantonly 
bouncing her buttocks on the sofa cushion because of the insane lapping of 
her hungry stepfather. If she didn't reach a peak similar to that she'd felt 
yesterday and last night, she'd go totally insane.

Her fingers twined themselves in Herb's hair as she gasped out a low, 
soul-rending sigh. Thoughts of material gain were temporarily forgotten. In 
fact, thoughts of anything other than total enjoyment were thoroughly wiped 
from her brain for the moment. All Wendy cared about at that moment was the 
mad lapping Herb was performing in her wet, sodden tunnel. The tongue felt 
as if it were tromboning in and out of her, the way she had seen Herb's 
thick penis move in and out of her mother's rectum.

Wendy's head flailed from side to side against the sofa cushions. Her lips 
pulled back. She felt the oncoming swells of her orgasm about to engulf her. 
The muscles in her strained body tautened as her fingers tugged even more 
strongly on Herb's hair. She was puffing her stepfather's face into her 
bubbling center. Her entire inner self was completely aroused by the 
lancing, stabbing tongue. It made her thrill all the more with every passing 
second.

"Yes, yes, yes," she all but screamed. "Do it, Herb! Just keep on doing it 
to me."

"Do what?" Herb abruptly asked, lifting his face from the seething depths of 
her cunnus. She saw the wide leer of triumph on his face and realized she 
didn't have quite as much control over him as she had believed. He was 
making her beg for what he was doing, rather than begging her. Oh, the son 
of a bitch! He really knew how to get to a girl. But she knew he still 
intended buying her the things he promised. Herb Rheingold was-a man true to 
his word. Well, she'd make him pay in spades. She'd make him buy her two 
complete mini-dress outfits for making her beg.

"Come on," he insisted, "Tell me what it is you want me to do."

"I want you to keep licking me there," she said, refusing to give him the 
satisfaction of saying words he made her mother say.

"Where?" Herb teased, his eyes bright with lust. "Tell me, Wendy. Where, 
precisely do you want me to lick?"

"My vagina," she snapped impatiently. "I want you to keep on licking my 
vagina with your tongue."

"It's more than a vagina," he told her hoarsely. "It's called a cunt, a 
pussy, a hole, a box, and when there's hair around it, it's called a cunt, a 
pussy, a hole, a box, and when there's hair around it, it's called a muff 
and a beaver. It's all those things and more. And I want to hear you say 
those words. The sound of them arouses me to my best efforts. Do you 
understand?"

"Y-yes," she nodded, aching for him to continue.

"Then say it," he insisted, quietly.

Shuddering, she stared at him, then said, "Lick my cunt, Herb. Sink your 
tongue into my pussy and swab it out. Lick my box until there's nothing left 
inside.

"Please?"

"Yes, oh yes. Please, please, put your lips on my cunt," she said, seeing 
the lascivious words inflaming him. "Tickle my hole with your m-m-mouth. 
Drink the sauce that comes out of it."

"That's excellent" Herb nodded. "You're showing some initiative, thinking of 
words by yourself. I like that in a girl. You and I are going to get along 
very nicely from now on, Wendy."

Her eyes were tightly closed. Her heart trip hammered in her young breast, 
and she gasped and panted, rubbing her bare buttocks on the sofa cushions. 
Her head lolled from side to side. Wendy quivered with the lust burning 
through her body.

"Please, Herb," she pleaded. "Please lick my cunt. Lick it again and again 
and again and again."

With a large smile on his face, Herb Rheingold pushed his face savagely 
forward and down, opening his mouth and letting it press against the 
slippery, lathering lips of her waiting vagina. His working tongue snaked 
into her vaginal orifice for the ultimate soul-kiss.

"Ahhhhh! Ohhh! Uuuunnggh!" the young girl gasped as the long, knowing oral 
digit slavered all the more deeply into her. Her body shuddered and leaped 
with lurching convulsions.

Herb proceeded to lasciviously lap his tongue through the girl's wet, 
trembling snatch. His hands slid under her partly opened shirt and pressed 
against the hard, pebble-like nubbins of her nipples until she was in 
anguished rapture. His lips and tongue continued their steady assault on her 
wide open trench, slurping noisily to let her know how much he enjoyed what 
he was doing.

Wendy heard the wanton, lascivious noises he made as he sucked, and her 
fingers once again gripped his hair tightly. She tugged harder and harder, 
forcing his face into her creaming depths. Her taut little body seemed to 
convulse repeatedly in an effort to reach that all-important orgasm.

What the heck is keeping it away? she wondered, but her body continued 
thrilling to the way his tongue continually worked through her. She 
especially liked the way the flat of his lingual digit lingered against her 
clitoris.

Now Wendy's head whipped wildly from side to side. Her gasping urged Herb to 
continue, and the man's mouth opened all the wider, slamming his lapping 
tongue along the smooth, sensitive gash, feeling the puffy cunt-lips 
surround it and pull on it. One day soon, rich brown curls would adorn that 
pubis, but until that time, his tongue intended enjoying the bare plane.

Wendy squealed as Herb's tongue formed into a scoop and sank full length 
into her interior oven. He plunged it in and out of her, moving the tongue 
faster and faster, hotly sliding the hardened extension into her dilating 
and contracting cunny.

Wendy wanted to scream with pleasure. She gasped as he lanced his oral 
extension into her seething trough, repeatedly letting it scoop around 
inside, dredging out the wonderful fluids she had to offer.

Herb's hands once again lifted her asscheeks, offering the entire plane of 
her sodden vagina to his hungering mouth. His long, anxious tongue stabbed 
and poked deeper into the burning, fuming center of her anxious cunt as his 
fingers compressed the cheeky flesh of her buttocks more solidly.

Wendy's weeping, sighing pleasure bounced off the living room walls and 
traveled through the entire house.

Oh, wow! Golly! Great God Almighty! Oooooonnnhhhh!

And then her mind began screaming all kinds of four-letter epithets. Fuck! 
Suck! Hump! Cunt! Cock!

Now she put them into sentences in her mind.

Suck my cunt! Fuck that tongue into me! Use it like a cock! Make me hump my 
ass against your mouth!

Cock! That was one word Herb hadn't taught her. She realized she'd heard her 
mother use the word. After seeing that long extension between Herb's thighs 
the previous night, Wendy knew she'd have to be a total moron not to know 
the meaning of cock.

She rotated her buttocks wildly on the sofa. His tongue assaulted the 
furnace of her pussy. And then, as her tight, small, round asscheeks 
squeezed together and trembled, she once again felt his seething tongue lick 
across the small bridge below her vagina and leap into her ass-crack, 
seeking the entrance to her rectum. She instantly relaxed her buttocks and 
allowed the thick tongue to probe against the secret ring of her sphincter.

Wendy sucked in her breath, gasping and sighing beyond belief. She moaned 
and groaned, not caring how wrong it might be in the eyes of the rest of the 
world. All that mattered was, it felt good. She slammed her vagina and 
rectum against his lips and tongue as hard as possible, feeling the way his 
mouth literally kissed and sucked at her wet vestibule. The tip of his 
tongue licked against her, probing, pushing, pressing into her sphincter, 
working at it again and again, widening it. This time the sphincter 
surrendered quickly, and Wendy felt her body shaking beyond control. There 
was an inundating sensual spasm shooting madly through her seething 
interior, repeatedly twitching as one convulsion followed another. Wild, 
orgiastic desires rippled through her, seizing her inner body and making her 
squirm.

Herb lapped and sucked, licking insanely, drinking the viscous juice as it 
came pouring out of her. His tongue slid into her anal center while her 
vagina continued releasing the thick outpouring of lubrication, letting it 
wash all over his face before dripping onto his tongue and into his mouth.

She was in anxious torment now, begging for release. Wendy found herself 
reveling in driving, uncontrolled spasms as her lust filled body neared the 
brink of eruption. The orgasm was hanging there, just beyond reach, waiting 
to take complete and total control of her girlish body. Wendy was reaching 
out to it, begging to feel it. This was one climax she needed very much. She 
had to have it. She ached so much for it, her body became a tormented mass 
of spastic shuddering.

She was well aware this climax, waiting to arrive, was far more powerful 
than either of her two previous orgasms. It was an atom bomb compared to a 
firecracker. This was one orgasm she had to have, even if it meant total 
oblivion.

Herb was well aware of her oncoming orgasm. It was only a matter of seconds, 
now. The man had no doubt Wendy would shortly attain total satisfaction, 
which was his goal. He was responsible for it happening, and he was the one 
she'd come to for another one. One thing was certain in the mind of Herb 
Rheingold, and that was, he was definitely going further. For now, doing 
things with his tongue was all that was necessary. He'd take out his 
frustrations on his wife, later in the evening, but this oncoming orgasm 
should be in the girl to him for as long as he wanted her.

Wendy felt him stabbing his lapping tongue into the tightness of her rectal 
interior. Each time it went in, the tongue moved around and around before 
pulling out with a light "pop". Then his tongue returned to the girl's 
pussy, and Wendy's creaming cunt was begging to feel it. His mouth licked 
and her body writhed. Wendy's face was a mask of thrills and concentration.

The orgasm was closer now. She felt it crawling slowly, along her nerves, 
trying to reach the ends. All the while her body shuddered.

Wendy squirmed and wriggled, half-turning one way, then turning the opposite 
direction. The lingual attack made the girl want to scream, loud enough to 
be heard at the other end of the block. Wendy wanted to run up the nearest 
wall, the feelings inside her were so rampantly wonderful. Oh God! God! She 
needed the climax now. She needed it badly. It had to come. It didn't dare 
hold back. The rapturous ecstasy filling her loins made her head swivel 
wildly. She slammed her seething cunt into Herb's mouth with vicious blows 
of her pelvis. Her hands tugged on his hair, pulling her face into her 
seething depths, sensing the gathering storm of climactic joy building, 
building, building, now cresting.

"EEEYYYAAAHHI! HEEAAGGH! YAIH!"

Her voice was a high-pitched siren, screaming in time to, the way she 
slammed her crotch against Herb's nose. Her squeal rang loudly in her ears, 
and her hands, still tightly twined in his hair, all but pulled everything 
out by the roots. Wendy ached to fit his entire face into the narrow slit of 
her virgin cunt.

The flood of juices blasting from inside her cunt drenched Herb's face, 
washing his forehead and eyebrows, slickly covering his cheeks and forehead. 
More of the ocean of outpouring fluids flooded along her inner thighs and 
perineum, running into her ass-crack, seeping, into the tingling asshole the 
man had so recently laved with his tongue. More of it drenched the sofa 
cushions.

Wendy humped and shoved her pelvis repeatedly into Herb's mouth, and with 
each convulsion she screamed another, "HHHAAIIIYYYAGGHH!" And all the while, 
Herb continued sucking, licking and lapping, thrusting his tongue against 
her sodden interior as a mole burrows into the ground.

Little by little the thrilling sensations slowly vanished, and the girl felt 
tired, very tired. Now all she wanted was sleep.

God! What a feeling! What a fantastic sensation! Anything she'd felt from 
the pressure of her own fingers was nothing compared to Herb Rheingold's 
tongue.

"Okay," Herb gasped, finally taking his face away from her junction and 
drying it with her torn panties. "There's more of this, but in the future, 
you and I have to talk about making me happy, too."

"Any time," Wendy sighed, smiling. "Any time. Uhhh ... about that stereo ... 
"

"It'll be here later today," he assured her. "And Saturday you and I will 
shop for your new lollipop panties."



Chapter 7

That night, as she lay in her bed, Wendy listened to the wildest fucking 
session her mother had ever enjoyed with Herb Rheingold. She smiled to 
herself, knowing she was the reason for it.

When Herb and her mother had first started going together, Wendy had been 
tempted to break it up, as she had broken up many of her mother's previous 
possible marriages. What decided her against it was the other man her mother 
was seeing while dating Herb Rheingold. Albert Elkal was a sleazy little 
weasel with a nasty temper and an ugly face which he hid, to the best of his 
ability, behind a mustache. Elkal had openly told Wendy he intended marrying 
her mother and then sending her away to a private school. True, her mother 
might have rejected Elkal as well as Herb Rheingold, but Wendy didn't want 
to take the chance. So whenever Herb was around, Wendy smiled and even 
talked with him a little. She behaved shyly, and didn't bring up his bad 
qualities to her mother as she had with all her mother's previous suitors, 
and as she emphatically did with Elkal. And Maryann, seeing how well Herb 
seemed to get along with her daughter, set her sights on Herb.

Now Wendy was overjoyed. Herb had made her happy in a way none of her 
mother's other suitors thought to do, though she confessed the last thing 
she'd have wanted was Albert Elkal's mouth against her young vagina.

Though very young, Wendy was old enough to know her mother must never find 
out what happened, or might happen in the future with Herb.

This was something she and Herb had to discuss when he took her shopping 
Saturday, provided her mother didn't come along. There was every possibility 
her mother would let the two of them shop alone. Maryann constantly 
expressed a desire for Wendy and Herb to become closer. True, if Maryann 
ever found out how close her daughter had become with her husband, there'd 
be no living with her. Aside from the adultery involved, Maryann was the 
type to think her daughter was trying to steal her husband from her. The 
truth was, Wendy had no interest in Herb other than as someone to make her 
happy, either sexually, or by buying something for her.

Though Herb came home for lunch for the next three days, he didn't make any 
kind of pass at Wendy. She sat at the kitchen table and talked with him 
while he ate. They even discussed what happened between them the previous 
Tuesday afternoon. But Herb explained there was always the possibility of 
Maryann walking in on them, and so, much as he admitted wanting her, he 
claimed they mustn't do anything in the house again.

Wendy was intelligent enough to make no more demands from Herb in what she 
wanted him to buy her. Too much pressure would turn him off. She also 
agreed, the next time they got together, two things had to happen. First, 
she wanted to give him some kind of satisfaction in a way her mother had not 
yet done, and second, she wanted him to do with her exactly what he did with 
her mother in their bedroom. Herb was more than happy to agree.



Chapter 8

Friday afternoon, after Herb had gone back to work, Irene, Wendy's friend 
from next-door, came to visit her. Irene's eyes were red from crying.

The girl was not much taller than Wendy, though two years older. She had 
dark brown hair, a cute, heart-shaped face with a turned-up nose and a 
Cupid's-bow upper lip. Although slender, with almost boyish hips, there was 
nothing boyish about the girl's full breasts. On a taller girl they, might 
have looked just right. On Irene, they looked big. Even with a shapeless, 
unbelted dress, Irene's mammaries were obvious.

"Hey," Wendy asked, letting the girl in, "what's wrong?"

"I met this fella at the library yesterday," Irene explained. "He bought me 
a soda afterward and walked me home, and my mom started screaming because I 
was a little late. She called me all kinds of names and chased the boy away 
and said I was grounded except for coming here to see you."

Wendy felt sorry for Irene. The girl's mother was ten times worse than 
Maryann when it came to her daughter. Boy, if Irene ever got her vagina 
sucked, she'd be in ecstasy forever. Too bad Herb wasn't here to do 
something about it.

Wait a minute, Wendy thought. Why do we need Herb? Heck, if he liked doing 
it to me that much, why I'll bet I'd like doing it to some other girl. Gee! 
That'd be something worth trying. And if Irene liked it enough, she might 
want to do it to me!

"Let's go down into the basement and listen to records," Wendy suggested. "I 
just got a new stereo."

"What I need," Irene said, as they walked down the basement steps from the 
kitchen, "is to find some guy who likes mousey girls like me, and who's 
willing to take me away from my 'parents' house."

"What you need is to learn how to enjoy your body," Wendy told her, stacking 
some records on the phonograph.

The basement had a tile floor, with a bar at one end of the room. The walls 
were paneled with mahogany. The stereo setup was near the stairs, and there 
were some folding chairs around the room, but except for a cedar hope chest 
which had come with the house, there was no real furniture in the basement.

"Hey, I know more about my body than you think," Irene told her. "I mean, 
even if my folks want to try and keep me ignorant, we have all kinds of 
sex-education courses in school. I probably know a lot more than you."

But even as she talked, Irene allowed Wendy to put an arm around her. The 
two hopped up on the cedar chest. She drummed her feet against the side of 
the chest until Wendy said, "Hey, if you're going to kick the chest like 
that, kick your shoes off so you don't leave any marks."

The two girls removed their shoes and let them fall to the floor. Then, side 
by side, they lay down together on top of the cedar chest. Irene removed her 
glasses and put them on a nearby folding chair before snuggling against 
Wendy and holding the younger girl tightly against her. Wendy felt very warm 
with the older girl against her. She snuggled in with her face against 
Irene's breasts. She sensed the girl's nipples starting to grow the moment 
her cheek pressed against the girl's bosom. For a long time they simply lay 
there, listening to the music, clinging to one another, with Irene sniffling 
a little because of what had happened.

Irene clung to Wendy, relaxing for the first time since her mother yelled at 
her. Wendy's fingers stroked her deftly, sliding over her trim little body, 
stroking her firm breasts and running over her buttocks. Irene liked the way 
Wendy caressed her, and she pressed her body all the more tightly to that of 
the younger girl. There was nothing unnatural about the way her friend 
caressed her. Everything seemed very comforting, and in time the unhappiness 
she felt began melting away in Wendy's embrace. Irene no longer felt alone.

Little by little serenity grew in her as the timid girl began experiencing 
her first flutters of sensual arousal. Wendy was unskilled at caressing, but 
knowing what she wanted to feel, she assumed Irene might enjoy the same 
thing. Irene's body jerked the first time Wendy's fingers brushed across her 
dress-covered belly. And then Wendy's hand slid beneath her dress and 
started touching her thighs. Irene knew she ought to object, but it felt so 
good, especially when the girl's fingers ran up against the warm nakedness 
of her belly, making sensual little circles.

"What are you doing?" Irene finally asked, her voice a hoarse whisper as she 
attempted to regain control of herself. "I thought girls didn't touch one 
another."

"Gee, I didn't know," Wendy replied. "I like to be touched by men."

"Go on, when were you ever touched by a man?" Irene asked.

"I ... can't talk about it, Irene. But I was touched by a man, almost the 
same way I'm touching you. And it was nice, really nice. I don't see 
anything wrong in making you feel as good as I felt. I mean, if you don't 
want me to touch you, just say so. I'll stop," Wendy said.

"Oh, no, don't stop, Wendy. I like it. Did you learn all this from being 
touched by a man?"

"Uh-huh! Irene, I'd like to do something with you, but it has to be a secret 
between the two of us."

"Sure," Irene agreed.

"First well, I know this sounds kooky, but I'd like to kiss you."

"Why? Did the man kiss you?"

"No, but I like you. I have this crazy urge to kiss you. Would it bother 
you?"

"Gosh, I guess not. Kissing's supposed to be nice."

"I know, but I want to kiss you the way I saw my stepfather kiss my mother. 
Okay?"

"Gee, sure. Go ahead."

And Wendy pulled Irene close to her, kissing her full on the mouth. Her 
tongue slid between Irene's surprised lips. At first Irene tried to recoil, 
but it was the first loving contact she'd had with anyone for as long as she 
remembered. The warm imprint of Wendy's lips seemed to sop up all the hurt 
and sorrow Irene was feeling. The older girl found herself responding, 
kissing back. She moved closer.

It seemed natural to hold Wendy tight and let her legs fall open as Wendy's 
warm, rounded knee slid up between her thighs, rubbing sensuously over the 
puffy lips of her vagina. No one had ever touched her there before. Irene 
had never even touched herself there. Still, she parted her legs a bit more 
and let Wendy's knee rub against her hair-lined, pouting labia. After all, 
she still had her panties on.

Irene's full breasts flattened against her as Wendy pressed her own chest 
solidly against that of the older girl. Soon their bodies were rubbing up 
and down, undulating together, and all the while their lips continued 
kissing and their tongues intermingled.

"Hey, you know what," Wendy said. "You're all tense and scared. What you 
need is a long soak in a hot tub."

"Oh gosh, I don't feel like taking a bath now," Irene murmured, trying to 
kiss her again.

"Mom says, whenever she's tense or nervous, she sits in a hot bathtub for a 
little while, and everything is drained out of her."

"Okay," Irene finally agreed.

"Look, there's an extra bathroom right down here. It was built by the man 
who lived here before us. It has a full-sized tub and everything. Hey, if 
you're hungry ..."

"No thanks, I don't feel like eating," Irene told her.

"Hey, would you like me take a bath with you?"

"Why not! It might be fun."

Wendy went into the downstairs bathroom and turned on the water in the tub. 
Then she went back to the playroom where Irene was already undressing. Wendy 
had expected Irene to be embarrassed about undressing in front of her, but 
the older girl felt no qualms about showing her naked self to the other 
girl.

Irene's breasts were full and the nipples tilted up. Maybe in later years 
her breasts might hang, but for the moment they stood up nicely, with dark 
brown nipples and almost no aureole whatsoever.

The hair on Irene's pussy was already thick, lush, and curly. She had a 
better-than-average figure, and her body was firm because of exercises she 
did in the school gym.

The sight of Irene's cunny made Wendy feel heat in her own pussy. For some 
unexplainable reason she wanted to press her mouth to Irene's vagina and 
kiss it. She wanted to prove to herself she was as good as Herb Rheingold. 
She undressed.

Irene stepped into the hot tub, and she and Wendy sat down and relaxed until 
the water started cooling off. Then the two stepped out of the bathtub and 
dried one another off.

The warm bath made Irene a little lethargic. She looked at Wendy as she 
dried herself off and had to admit Wendy had nice, firm flesh. She also had 
a nice white skin tone.

After hanging the towels up to dry, Wendy spread clean towels on top of the 
cedar chest and the two girls lay down together.

"Feeling better, Irene?" Wendy asked.

"Much better," the naked Irene replied, staring up at the ceiling.

"Rest awhile. We can talk, and if you feel like it, you can take a nap."

To Irene, that sounded very good. The crying had left her exhausted. She 
snuggled against Wendy, feeling the younger girl's arms surround her as her 
own arms wrapped themselves around Wendy's body. Irene felt the other girl's 
soft, naked warmth.

"You know, you're really a beautiful girl," Wendy said to her friend, 
whispering with her young lips against the lobe of Irene's ear.

Wendy reasoned the touch of a tongue must be very sensual no matter where it 
licked, and lightly touched the rim of her friend's ear. At the same time, 
remembering how her stepfather had fingered her nipples the previous 
Tuesday, her hand cupped and squeezed Irene's full, round breast.

"Mmmmm!" Irene responded, not pulling away.

"Rest, relax," Wendy told her.

Irene wondered if it was right to let Wendy do these things. Still, Wendy 
wasn't a boy, and there was no way her friend might make her pregnant. 
Besides, all her energy felt sapped from her body, slowing her ability to 
think clearly. She found herself sighing and snuggling against Wendy as the 
younger girl decided to become more daring. Lowering her head, Wendy took 
Irene's nipple between her lips, rolling it over her tongue, repeatedly 
washing it. Wendy used her tongue like a paintbrush, repeatedly drawing 
salivary lines around her friend's nipple, then sucking the nipple tautly. 
Irene trembled at the oral contact, then twitched as she felt fingers 
sliding over the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. The fingers lightly 
brushed the still-wet curly hairs ringing her moist pussy.

"Oh, Wendy," she gasped softly as the younger girl's hand closed over her 
virginal mound and flattened it. The palm began a continuing circular 
movement, building tantalizations in Irene's body. Without realizing it, the 
older girl began responding sensually to Wendy's manipulation.

Wendy felt Irene's thighs relax even as the latter's pelvis began undulating 
up and down, hungering to learn if there was more to this new, wonderful 
feeling she was experiencing. The younger girl continued sucking her 
friend's nipple, pulling on it with her lips. The bud seemed to extend more.

Irene looked down, watching Wendy suck her nipple and lick her breast, 
seeing the way Wendy savored the burning, blood-filled tip. A finger 
suddenly slipped between the swelling folds of her wet cunt-lips, sliding up 
and down in the narrow slit, making the area wetter. Irene moaned, "Wendy, 
is this right ..."

"After the bawling-out you got, you need to feel something good," the 
younger girl whispered. "Honest, Irene. It'll be good. All of it. You'll 
see. You'll love it. This'll make you forget every reason you have for 
feeling unhappy. You'll see."

"Uuuuunnnhhh!" the bewitched older girl moaned.

Irene knew this was wrong. Her mother might not have said anything about it, 
but she'd learned about it in sex-ed, in high school. She felt totally 
helpless. Wendy's girlish fingers touching her ... soft lips and delicate 
fingertips, that working, squirming tongue ... all those overpowered her 
mind in its present weakened condition. She managed to mumble one more 
protest, claiming, "It's wrong. It's Lesbian."

"Who cares what it is if it makes you feel good?" Wendy whispered. "You're 
tight, wound up. Your sweet cunt is on fire. If you leave here and go home, 
you'll only become more nervous. You're in no shape to face your mother's 
yelling. I'll take care of you, Irene. I'll sap the pressure out of you. 
Then, when you go home, let your mother yell all she wants. You'll be so 
happy, her words won't get through to you. You'll see. I only want what's 
good for you."

"Oh gosh!" the confused older girl mumbled, still staring at the ceiling.

Somehow it all made sense. There was no question she was all wound up. If 
she went back home in a little while, feeling tense and nervous, anything 
her mother did or said would only make her feel worse. What Wendy wanted to 
do was unnatural, but if it made her feel good, so what? What did it matter 
whether she was loved by a girl or by a man? Heck! A girl might even be 
better. Maybe she had Lesbian tendencies, herself. But heck, it was sure her 
friend, knowing her as she did, was able to make her feel comfortable and 
relaxed.

"Okay," Irene sighed, almost purring. "Do what you think best."

Wendy smiled to herself, thinking of Irene as her second conquest in the 
same week. It felt good knowing people of both sexes wanted her.

Irene trembled uncontrollably as Wendy sat up, slid down the length of the 
cedar chest, and positioned herself between Irene's widespread thighs. The 
older girl felt Wendy's hands slide, beneath her buttocks and cup them, 
using her thumbs to spread her sopping, tingling lips wide apart, and then 
she trembled as Wendy's breath warmly covered the wet opening. Once more 
using her elbows to prop herself up, Irene stared as Wendy's face dipped 
lower.

Wendy inhaled the clean, musky scent of her friend's cunt. Wow! This was 
really something! She felt heat blast through her body. No wonder Herb had 
been so excited. For the first time, Wendy began wondering whether she had 
really been the only recipient when Herb had lapped her pussy. She felt 
burning urges blister through her aching body, and knew she wanted to suck 
and lick and slurp and eat that dripping, hair-lined gash before her face 
until the juice no longer ran out.

"Unngghh!" Irene gasped, feeling the magical contact of mouth and tongue on 
her pink, girlish flesh. She trembled as the glistening tongue-tip licked up 
and down the flowering slit of her aching vagina, as if seeking out the 
tasty spots. The tongue washed up and down, licked from side to side, and 
finally found Irene's delicate clitoris.

Wendy let her lingual digit dance over the extended nubbin again and again 
as her friend finally lost all control and began furiously bucking her cunt 
against her face, as she had slammed her own pussy into the face of Herb 
Rheingold. Irene's hands reached down and gripped Wendy's soft, brown hair, 
much the, way Wendy's hands had gripped Herb's hair. The idea of Irene 
reacting exactly as she had reacted with added spice to Wendy's cuntlapping. 
She was enjoying herself immensely, thrilling to the taste of her friend's 
pussy. It was a wonderful new experience, and if Irene liked it as much as 
she liked doing it, this would be the first of many cuntlappings.

Though Irene was sensual enough to enjoy a man as much as a woman, Wendy's 
tonguing was something she'd never forget. Wendy, being a female, licked 
more delicately than men would, later on. The flicking of her oral digit 
seemed better timed at teasing her vibrating clitoris, as well as lapping 
into her seething hole.

Wendy's mouth, hot, wet, excited, came all the more tightly down on her most 
sensitive areas, sucking wildly even as her tongue worked like buttery, 
almost liquid whip against the extension of her ultra-sensitive little clit.

Remembering how much her mother had enjoyed Herb's cock in her anus, Wendy 
wondered if Irene might enjoy a finger probing into hers. It was worth a 
try.

Irene felt her friend's forefinger tease her rectal rosebud, and before she 
realized what had happened, Wendy's finger was sliding into her rectum, 
lightly rotating as it moved in. There was no pain. Irene was totally 
relaxed. The older girl groaned with greater passion and let herself 
completely surrender to everything, scissoring her thighs around the 
slavering face of the younger girl. And all the while Wendy used her other 
hand to knead the flesh of Irene's white buttocks.

The sensations were too much for Irene. Before she realized what was really 
happening, her inner muscles began tightening and spasming. The cords in her 
belly rippled as a thick outpouring of lubrication charged down the steaming 
depths of her vaginal interior to splash all over Wendy's face. And Wendy, 
tasting the fluid, drank thirstily.

"AAAYYYAAAGGGHHH!" Irene screamed. "Something's happening inside me. Oh 
gosh! EEEEYYYYIIIII! DON'T STOP!"

With her friend writhing, fucking her pelvis wildly against Wendy's face, 
the younger girl continued drinking the sweet orgasmic juices, pulling them 
down her throat. She forced Irene's thighs wider apart and back so her 
kneecaps almost touched her bobbling breasts as she avidly lapped up all of 
the precious fluid her mouth was able to find. The entire basement room was 
filled with the rich, heady scent of both shamelessly aroused vaginas, and 
the wet sounds of licking and sucking seemed to drown out the moans of 
Irene's rapture.

When it was over, Irene reached down and pulled Wendy up beside her, and to 
Wendy's surprise, her friend began licking and lapping whatever juices were 
on her face. Their lips kissed and kissed again and their tongues entwined 
fervently.

Irene's mind was in turmoil. For a long time she clutched Wendy to her, 
enjoying the sweet Lesbian embrace. It was all so new, so beautiful, so 
shockingly delightful to her. And to think it took a girl two years younger 
than herself to teach it to her!

Deeply, lingeringly, she kissed Wendy's mouth, then said, "I want to do the 
same thing to you. Please!"

In response, the younger girl sank her fingers into her friend's bubbling 
pussy, once more parting the sensitive outer lips and pinching the clitoris.

"Ummmmm!" was all Irene was able to gasping when Wendy used her other hand 
to guide Irene's fingers along her body, between her slender white legs, and 
up to her own bare pubis. Irene reacted immediately, stroking and caressing 
the hot, moist sides of Wendy's pussy as if she'd done this a thousand times 
before. Now it was her turn to slither down, licking Wendy's throat, then 
letting her tongue ramble across the budding nipples on Wendy's flat chest. 
Irene pulled Wendy's right nipple between her lips and sucked furiously, 
enjoying Wendy's automatic caressing of her own body.

"Oooooh!" Wendy sighed. "You sure learn fast. Boy, it feels good, really 
good!"

Wendy held Irene close to her body, stroking her dark brown hair, and Irene 
found herself lost again in a maddening reverie, experiencing sensations 
that she'd had no idea existed. It amazed her that Wendy was the one 
bringing them out in her.

"Irene," Wendy whispered, "would you like to be fucked?"

"My mother would kill me!" Irene whispered. "I don't dare. Besides, if we do 
something with one of the boys around here, he'd be sure to tell all the 
other boys."

"I'm not talking about a boy. I'm talking about getting fucked by a man. And 
this man not only knows how to keep his mouth shut, but he knows all about 
precautions. He'd made sure we didn't get pregnant. Hey, we could lose our 
virginity together. Come on, Irene."

"I ... don't know," Irene shuddered.

"I hear it feels even better than what I did with you."

"We'll talk about it later," Irene insisted. "Right now, I want to kiss you 
down there, like you did with me."

"We can kiss each other," Wendy insisted.

Moving with the agility of a cobra, Wendy turned around so her vagina 
hovered near Irene's face. Her own eyes stared into the heavenly pink pit 
she had already licked once that afternoon.

Irene stared up and saw the pink, curly-cued lips of Wendy's vagina. The 
sight and scent of it made the heavy juices in her body boil even faster. 
Her nostrils flared repeatedly at the rich scent.

"Start kissing and licking," Wendy told her, at the same time parting her 
trembling loins. Once again, Wendy's pretty face sank into the swamp of 
Irene's tender flesh.

Irene hesitated only until Wendy's tongue slashed between her cuntal lips 
and pressed into her seething, bubbling, anxious hole. Then, with a deep 
sigh, letting her friend know how much she wanted this, she tugged Wendy's 
inviting slash onto her wide-open mouth, thrilling to her first taste of the 
younger girl's membranes. Wendy's thighs opened as wide as possible, making 
things easy for Irene.

From that point everything was natural. Irene needed neither guidance nor 
encouragement. Her arms moved outside Wendy's thighs so her fingers were 
able to better reach the pulsing wet slash of pink richness. With her 
fingertips, she tugged Wendy's labia wide apart. The searching point of her 
tongue could delve eagerly into the glistening depths of the younger girl's 
wet nookie. The, wonderful taste electrified Irene's taste buds, making her 
suck and lick harder, feeling the same thrilling things being done to her. 
Irene's tongue sank deeper and deeper as Wendy's vaginal mound bucked up and 
down, slamming itself into the older girl's hungering mouth. Irene's seeking 
tongue found the hardened extension of Wendy's clitoris, and remembering how 
much she enjoyed feeling the other girl's tongue on her own clit, began 
wildly attacking it. She lapped it repeatedly with her tongue, pressing it 
back into Wendy's delicate flesh, then she drew the nubbin between her lips, 
pulling it into her mouth while her tongue whiplashed back and forth. Irene, 
wanting greater access to her friend's cunt, gripped her inner thighs with 
her hands and tugged them wide apart, listening to Wendy's heated sighs of 
delight. The hungering fury of their twin carnal passions totally overcame 
them, and the licentiously entwined girls began rolling arid thrashing on 
the cedar chest as more and more wet juice spurted from both their cunts, 
inundating the room with their aromas. The wet sounds of tongues slushing 
into cunts echoed and re-echoed throughout the room.

Everything save the sweet pussy she was gobbling became an abstraction to 
Irene. She shuddered, feeling Wendy's tongue drill into the depths of her 
cunnus, enhancing the terrible fire continuing to rage within, and all the 
while she urgently fucked her seething cunt into Wendy's anxious face, 
thrilling more and more to the way Wendy's tongue reached into her.

Irene was hungry, hungry as she had never been for food. Yes, there was 
unquestionably some Lesbianism in her, otherwise she wouldn't be so hungry 
for the sweet, delicious pussy she was gobbling. Her arms wrapped tightly 
around the base of Wendy's spine, and her tongue worked around and around 
the heated depths of Wendy's feminine sanctum, slipping out only to lap at 
the girl's quivering clitoris. Her teeth even bit into the reddened flesh of 
Wendy's inner labia, and it took all her willpower to restrain from actually 
chewing on the flesh.

Her own cunt felt flickering flames build even faster this time. Having 
learned how to achieve orgasm, she found it a simple thing to do, and was 
ready for her next one.

It seemed but a few minutes before the tide of wanton lust totally 
overwhelmed the two of them. Even as Irene felt her loins quiver and quake, 
her mouth opened and shouted a loud, "EEEYYYAAAAAAAGGGHHH!" into the 
broiling depths of Wendy's cunt.

Wendy reached her own apex, screaming "HHHHHAAAANNNOGGHHH!" making her own 
vagina quiver even more. Hot, delicious secretions drenched Irene's face, 
and she eagerly drank it all down, swallowing, licking, slurping.

Exhausted, satiated, the two girls lay naked together, letting their fiery 
passions totally subside.

"How about it?" Wendy asked. "Want to come with me tomorrow?"

"To be fucked?" Irene asked.

"Uhhuh!"

"Okay," Irene agreed, determined her life was her own, to enjoy as she best 
saw fit.



Chapter 9

Saturday was a nice, sunny day. Maryann wanted to sleep late and go to the 
beauty parlor later, so she readily agreed to let Herb take Wendy shopping 
all day long.

"Just be home by suppertime," she murmured as her husband kissed her cheek 
and got up to get dressed.

It was ten o'clock by the time he and Wendy finished breakfast and were 
ready to go.

"Which do we do first?" Wendy, dressed in a blue mini-dress, asked as they 
got into the Mercedes.

"Suppose we shop a little first, then we go somewhere nice and quiet, and 
then shop again later on," Herb said.

"I have a little surprise for you," Wendy told him.

"What are you talking about?" Herb asked.

"You're going to fuck me today, aren't you?" she asked.

"Well, if we must be blatant about it, yes, I'm going to fuck you!"

"Would you like to de-virginize two girls?"

"What are you talking about?" he repeated.

"Have you the stamina to fuck two virgins?"

"Hey now, wait a minute. What you and I have planned is one thing, but I'm 
not going to fuck someone else's daughter as well."

"Why not?" Wendy asked. "I have a friend who's dying to loser her virginity. 
You'd be doing her a favor. And you're smart enough to make sure nothing 
accidental happens."

"Have you told anyone else about us?" Herb wanted to know.

"Of course not," Wendy replied. "I'm no dope. But if a third party were to 
join us, it'd look a lot less suspicious to anyone else. I mean, how many 
men take two girls out to fuck them? Come on, Herb. She needs this. It'd be 
good for her self-confidence to know she's wanted by a man."

"Jesus Christ! You have to be the craziest girl I've ever met!"

"Come on, Herb. I'll be good to you, real good. You'll see. I'll do anything 
you want. I'll even let you fuck me in the ass like you did Mom the other 
night."

"Oh, you saw that, did you?" Herb asked. "Well, don't think the idea isn't 
tempting, but your ass is a long way from being ready to be fucked. I have a 
couple of other ideas for you, Wendy. Look, if you want to bring a friend 
along, fine. But she has to have a mouth like a steel trap when it comes to 
talking to other people. All I need is for some irate parent to start 
yelling rape."

"She's a good kid," Wendy assured him. "And she'll keep her mouth shut, 
unless you want her to use it on you."

"Say, is there anything you don't know about?" Herb asked.

"A lot of things," she assured him. "And I expect you to teach me 
everything."

Opening her car window, Wendy waved to Irene, who had been standing at her 
living room window, looking out. The bespectacled young girl, wearing slacks 
and a loose white blouse, came running out of her house as her mother 
yelled, "And don't you give Mr. Rheingold any trouble."

No trouble, Irene thought, getting into the car. Just sex!



Chapter 10

The ride after they'd finished their morning shopping took nearly a half 
hour. But as far as Wendy was concerned, it was well worth it.

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.

"Christ!" he gasped.

Her fingers belonged there as much as her mother's, perhaps even more so. He 
moaned and gasped, totally beyond control, save the ability to prevent 
himself from ejaculating prematurely. His body felt the thrilling shiver of 
overpowering, licentious shudders.

Wendy's little-girls eyes looked at him as he sat back in the chair. She 
smiled the smile of a sweet, innocent girl, and in doing so, made him hunger 
all the more for what she was about to do. Nothing like having the lips of a 
sweet, innocent girl wrapped around his cock.

Wendy felt as aroused as her stepfather. It was possible she and Irene even 
surpassed his lascivious longings with their own. She had her mother's 
sensuousness, but lacked Maryann's inhibitions.

Irene looked at the way he was perspiring. Sitting on the arm of the wooden 
chair, she pressed her bare breasts into his face. She thrilled when his 
mouth automatically opened and sucked her nipple inside. His tongue licked 
all over the growing extension, making the naked girl writhe.

"Oooooh! Mr. Rheingold!" she gasped.

Taking his mouth from her nipple, Herb said, "Call me Herb."

"Okay, Herb," she whispered.

"You're a well-put-together young lady," he murmured, kissing her nipple 
again.

"Gee, I was so scared you wouldn't like me," she told him.

"A man would have to be a complete fool not to like you, Irene. I'm glad 
Wendy brought you along. I hope you'll enjoy everything we do."

"I know I will," Irene gasped, pressing his face into her breasts again. 
"I'm fourteen now, and growing faster every day."

"I'll say," Herb murmured.

"You have one terrific penis," she whispered. "Gosh! I never thought any man 
had one that big."

"It's more than a penis," Wendy said, breathing all over it. "I heard my 
mother call it a cock."

"It's more than a cock," Herb told her, "just as your sweet vagina is more 
than a vagina."

"I know," Wendy giggled. "It's a cunt, a pussy, and a box. And Irene has a 
muff and a beaver."

"Right," Herb nodded, licking Irene's other nipple. "My cock is also called 
a prick, a wang, a dong, a dick, a schlong, a staff, and a whole lot of 
other names."

Wendy smiled up at her stepfather, whose face was buried between Irene's 
breasts. Irene was leaning closer to him, almost sliding into his lap. Wendy 
pinched Irene's ass to remind her to keep her buttocks away while her own 
face was so close to Herb's lap. Then she licked her girlish lips and her 
nostrils flared widely as she took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of him. 
Desire took control of Wendy's mind, guiding her in her next move. In a 
single, fluid motion, she dipped her head between her stepfather's thighs 
and began licking his hairy balls. Her tongue played over the sac-covered 
little rocks, licking again and again, thoroughly wetting the scrotum.

Herb trembled, shaking wildly, lifting his buttocks up and down in the 
wooden lawn chair. Warm floods of his stepdaughter's heated breath streamed 
across his hard, aching cock, making it quiver in its rigid stiffness.

Irene grabbed Herb's hair and pulled his head back, and her lips were 
burning against his. She opened her mouth wide and gratefully accepted his 
probing tongue, sucking and tugging on it, tasting his saliva and loving it. 
She felt more and more grateful to Wendy for talking her into coming along.

Herb trembled, staring into the closed eyes of the bespectacled girl as she 
continued her passionate kissing. Irene was sexier than many of the adult 
women he had fucked. She was an extremely sensuous girl, and he had to be 
careful she didn't fall in love with him.

Wendy's mouth n his balls had Herb even more astonished. Soon the daughter 
would be giving lessons to the mother!

Wendy saw the bubbling fluid continue to ooze from the tip of her 
stepfather's cock, and her tongue, licking the front of his scrotum, began 
moving around, closer and closer to his hairy pelvis. Abruptly, her tongue 
was licking the base of his penis, and sparks shot wildly through her. Yes, 
yes, she was tasting the flesh of Herb's cock, and it was wonderful. Poor 
dopey Mom, not to want to something like this!

Her tongue licked swiftly, lapping up all the dripping lubrication pooling 
at the base of his cock. His entire body was trembling, savoring the way her 
tongue slurped over his prong. Her girlish lips left their imprint on the 
base as she lightly kissed the penile wand.

More fluid came from the head of his penis, running down its length, snapped 
up by the girl's tongue. Somehow it seemed right for Wendy to do this. If 
her mother wasn't going to suck Herb's cock, it was up to another member of 
the family to do it.

Herb's oil flowed into her mouth and Wendy swallowed it. Gosh! It was as 
slippery as the fluid she had lapped from Irene's cunt. Wendy felt a gush of 
oil spurt from between her own cunt-lips and was aware she had enjoyed a 
very minor orgasm. The thrill shot through her as she licked the lubricious 
fluid from the stem of Herb's massive penis. God! It tasted good!

Her tongue continued licking the sticky fluid, sucking it into her mouth, 
drinking it down her throat, tasting the savor of his flesh, enjoying the 
lubricant before it had a chance to evaporate. Its flavor differed slightly 
from that of the oil she had swallowed from Irene's cunt. This had a richer, 
more robust taste to it. Irene's oily flow had a delicate lightness about 
it. It was as if Herb's lubricant had the texture of machine oil, while 
Irene's delicious flow had the taste of cooking oil. Herb's lubrication was 
unquestionably thicker, heavier, oilier. It was all male.

Hypnotized by his stepdaughter's lapping tongue, Herb stared at the way her 
lingual extension continued caressing his cock. His face was away from. 
Irene's, and the two of them were staring at the way Wendy's tongue 
literally wound around his throbbing cock, then flattened itself out to rub 
against his testicles. Her mouth exchanged the heated moistness of her light 
saliva for the heavy stickiness of his oil.

Wendy was completely dominated by the need to swallow every last drop of 
Herb's flooding lubrication. She loved the texture of the thick, wrinkled 
skin protecting his balls, and her tongue lingered there a long, long time, 
even when there was no lubricant there. Her oral digit liked to pick a 
wrinkle and follow it all the way around the sac. Her youthful body 
continued shivering as her mouth kept up its licking.

Finally, when her tongue was licking the ointment seeping from his cock 
faster than he was emitting the fluid, she moved her head to the side and 
licked the crease where Herb's legs were joined to his torso. Her tongue 
stabbed into the seam, its point lightly licking up, then back, then leaping 
to the next seam and doing the same thing. She touched ultra-sensitive areas 
no woman had ever caressed or lapped before. Sex was a natural thing with 
Wendy.

Irene stared, envying Wendy her natural oral ability. The older girl vowed 
she would not be undone. Before Herb fucked his stepdaughter, she would 
insist on giving his cock a tongue-bath.

Herb sat back, his hands gripping Irene's breasts, watching the way his 
stepdaughter's mouth worked, still unable to believe a girl so young was 
able to perform so well. Her mouth caused his balls to leap up and down in 
their sac, the seed bubbling and churning in them now as it did when he was 
about to fuck his sexy wife. He stared wide-eyed at the girl's small nipples 
and non-existent breasts, and this made him squeeze Irene's tits harder.

Wendy seethed with excitement, seeing the arousal building in Herb 
Rheingold. This caused her to lick faster, enjoying the taste of him all the 
more. She wanted to give his hard cock a good, solid sucking, not merely to 
please him, but to please herself. Bringing her lips up, she ovalled them, 
then slowly forced her mouth down around the throbbing pecker, swallowing 
his cock a little at a time, tightly gripping the purple tip, making it 
bulge and flex even more. Her tongue washed strongly against the throbbing 
underside, lapping again and again. This made his pulsing cock all the 
harder, making it stiffer than any tentpole.

Her tongue continued slurping up and down the underside of the massive 
prick, and all Herb was able to do was sit there and squeeze the fullness of 
Irene's breasts, kissing her lips when she offered them.

Irene sensed the electricity running through him.

The mere sight of Wendy sucking Herb's cock had aroused her past anything 
she and Wendy had done the previous day. Irene was more anxious than ever to 
feel that massive cock ramming its way into her.

Wendy licked her stepfather's penis with long, sweeping strokes of her 
tongue, attempting to make up for the fact that her mother had never done 
it. The meaty taste sent tingles down her throat as she swallowed more of 
the lubricious ointment he released. His pulsing wang was solid, rocklike, 
stiff, unbending, with a rigid hardness that seemed to get harder and 
broader with each passing second. Her mouth thrilled to the texture of 
smooth skin surrounding the steel shaft. This throbbing penis was her first, 
and deep down, Wendy knew there would be others, many others. Her mother was 
foolish for resisting this. It was something to please a woman as much as a 
man.

As if Herb's solid penis was a long, thick piece of candy cane, the 
stepdaughter slurped at the purple, blood-enlarged glands. Burning and wet, 
her tingling oral extension washed the sleek, rubbery knob repeatedly, 
making it glisten like a newly waxed floor. And as she licked, Wendy watched 
Herb's swelling balls being drawn up tight in their shrinking protective 
sac. All the while her young tongue continued lapping up and down the length 
of his solid cockshaft.

Herb sighed as his stepdaughter's fingers, hot and wet with perspiration, 
continued moving between his widespread loins, teasing and touching areas of 
sensitivity. He clutched Irene's breasts more tightly to his chest. He 
kissed her again, his entire body jerking with maddening tension as her 
fingers played over his tightened scrotum, tantalizing the golf ball-sized 
nuts.

Irene sucked Herb's tongue, aware of his gasping each time one of Wendy's 
finger tickled his scrotum.

Wendy fell in love with her stepfather's balls, holding, teasing, and 
caressing them. Her fingers applied light pressure here and there, careful 
not to hurt him. The girl felt how delicate the testicles were, using her 
fingers as scales to weigh them.

Herb knew there was no way to stop Wendy. All be was able to do was sit back 
and enjoy her fingering and tonguing while playing with Irene. Soon his cock 
would exact its vengeance, first from Irene, then later from Wendy, if it 
remained stiff long enough. He was convinced he had covered himself and the 
girls fairly well. The chances of discovery were very remote, unless the 
girls decided to talk, and that seemed even more remote. He had his own 
private harem going for him at this summer cottage. And when winter came, 
they'd move indoors and continue the fun and games. There was a fireplace 
inside, big enough to heat the entire cottage.

Wendy lapped up and down the underside of Herb's penis, thinking how 
fortunate she was. Had her mother married Al Elkal, she'd be preparing for 
private school now. And Elkal, for all his bravado, probably knew less about 
sex than most teenagers. Her mother would probably be just as uptight as she 
had been prior to getting married. Herb was kind, warm, gentle, and had 
really done hi-s best to resist her seduction of him. And when he had 
finally surrendered to his emotions, he had been loving and gentle about 
everything. As a result, Wendy had been able to convince Irene to do things, 
and now the two girls were having the time of their lives.

Irene, for her part, was continually grateful to her friend for talking her 
into coming along. Whatever she had learned in sex-ed class was nothing 
compared to experiencing everything firsthand. She liked the gentle way Herb 
Rheingold kissed her. The man didn't attempt to swallow her entire face with 
his mouth, but probed carefully with his tongue, making her want to open her 
mouth wider and suck his lingual probe into her throat. In the future she 
had to be very careful, because her mother would never believe she was 
constantly going shopping with Wendy and Herb. She'd go to the library and 
let Herb pick her up from there. Heck, if this worked out, there were days 
she'd want to be alone with him. Irene believed in doing everything, 
including fucking, very carefully. Herb was willing to fuck her with his 
cock, so she saw no need for seeking out others at the moment. Perhaps 
later, if she went to a sleep-away college and Herb was unavailable, she'd 
find another cock to enjoy.

Wendy continued tonguing her stepfather's penis, watching the tendons in his 
thighs stretch more tautly with every passing second. Now was the time to 
suck again, so she once again ovaled her mouth around the pulsing glands and 
engulfed the entire head. This time she didn't stop, but continued pushing 
her head lower and lower, sucking more and more of the thick, heavy shaft 
between her lips, letting it depress her tongue as the purple dome moved 
deeper and deeper into her mouth, reaching for her throat. The hot, humid 
sheath of her sucking mouth surrounded the pulsing pole, tugging it deeper 
and deeper. Wendy sensed the excited rush of pounding blood as it poured 
into the multitude of little penile sacs, keeping it stiff and solid. The 
weighty knob of Herb's cock began working its way past the ring of her 
gullet, trying to cram itself into her throat. Her esophagus relaxed and 
opened wide; accepting the glands, making Rheingold gasp and clutch Irene 
all the more firmly against him, feeling her full breasts rub into his chest 
as his mouth attempted to crush hers.

Wendy began sucking strongly, hollowing her cheeks around the sides of 
Herb's pulsing peter. She sucked even more of him into her throat, filling 
her laraynx with his cock, while using her lips to kiss the hairy root. 
Then, after she was certain she had fitted the entire length of penis into 
her oral cave, Wendy slowly tugged her mouth back until only the pulsating 
point of his cock remained caught behind her front teeth. Her tongue and 
lips taunted and teased the dome of his seething phallus. The girl felt her 
stepfather's thighs squirming under her mouth. His moans reached her ears 
even though his lips were pressed to those of Irene. Tightening her lips, 
she pulled on his lavender crown.

Slowly, very slowly, Wendy's mouth slid down the thick length of Herb's 
thrusting cock, feeling the stout, pulsing shaft cram its way into her oral 
cave, stuffing it with its delicious length. Wendy moved as far down as 
possible, then let her head rise. Down, then up, down, then up. Soon her 
head was bobbing in regular rhythm, speeding up, increasing the pressure and 
building the friction. Each time her lips rose, they puckered tightly around 
the bulb of his cock-head, as if intent on separating it from the rest of 
his staff. The faster her mouth moved, the more he vibrated in the chair.

"Okay," she shouted, pulling her mouth from her stepfather's cock, letting 
the hot thick wang stab into the air.

Herb felt her mouth leave his penis. He stabbed up with his organ, 
attempting to recapture her lips. He tugged Irene from him and looked down, 
trying to see what his stepdaughter was doing.

"I think it's time you fucked Irene," Wendy said. "Come on, lie on the 
ground under the swing."

Irene leaped off Herb's lap and sat in the swing, letting her naked muff 
appear in the worn out hole in the bottom of the basket-shaped old swing. 
Wendy knelt and made sure Irene's cunt was perfectly positioned. The older 
girl felt her heart pounding in her chest. This was it. She was going to be 
rid of the hymen her mother kept nagging her to keep.

Wendy was already twisting the swing around and around, and as the chains 
interwound, the swing lifted higher and higher. Irene's hands gripped the 
chains, her feet sticking up over the rim of the basket-shaped swing. She 
was breathing more intensely now, a little afraid, knowing there had to be 
some pain.

Herb lay on his back under the swing, his rigid penis pointing straight up 
in the air. Wendy, realizing she was in total control of the situation, felt 
her own pussy creaming heavily. She knew she'd never be able to wait for 
Herb to finish with Irene. She'd have to sit on his face after she'd guided 
his cock into Irene's pussy.

"Go on, go on," Herb urged.

Wendy slowly let the basket swing unwind and lower itself. Little by little 
Irene's flesh was nearing the upstanding spike of Herb's up thrust cock. 
Irene was slowly spinning around and around, feeling, herself being lowered, 
and Wendy let Herb stare at her own pussy as her thighs opened and her 
ankles straddled his face. She knew the sight of her hot gash was what he 
needed to keep him constantly excited.

"Now!" Herb shouted. "Lower her the rest of the way, now."

Wendy had to kneel as she continued letting the swing unwind. Her cunt 
rubbed against her stepfather's face. His tongue automatically licked at her 
creaming slit. She writhed from side to side, but maintained her position, 
gripping Herb's cock, bringing it into direct contact with Irene's slot as 
the swing continued sinking lower and the girl slowly spun around and 
around.

The swollen knob of Herb's glands pushed into the nest of Irene's virgin 
cunny. Wendy's hand held the rod steady. Irene gasped, feeling the thickness 
spread her vaginal walls wide while she continued slowly, very slowly, 
riding down, revolving. She had to shut her eyes to keep from becoming dizzy 
as the massive pylon pressed higher and higher ink her, widening her, 
stretching her. Irene shivered and shuddered, making mewling sounds, feeling 
the smooth dome stretching her tight inner walls.

"Uuuunnngggghh!" she gasped. "It-it-it hurts! I can feel it stretching 
meeeee ..."

Even as she gasped, Irene felt her stretched walls sinking lower and lower 
on the thick, fleshy dong invading her body. The blunt point of Herb's staff 
was sinking deeper and deeper into the never entered convent of her 
squeezing vagina. The scalloped lips of her inner labia tightened around the 
pole as Wendy continued lowering her.

Wendy felt drool slipping from her lips. She hungered to be in her friend's 
position. She felt her stepfather's tongue slurping through her vaginal 
canal, and she slid back and forth on his face, making certain Irene didn't 
spin too quickly. She held the basket-swing with her hands, keeping it from 
spinning any more quickly. Irene continued slowly spinning, sinking lower 
and lower until she felt the pressure of the phallic point against her 
tender hymen.

"Aaaaaiiieee!" she screamed, and Wendy stopped the swing from spinning.

"Don't stop now," he gasped. "It has to finish. Spin her a little faster. 
That cherry of hers has to be broken."

Obeying her stepfather, Wendy spun the swing faster. Irene felt the grinding 
cock press through her hymen, tearing it to shreds. The girl's labia 
contracted around Herb's throbbing male-bone. It continued squirming into 
her. Now Wendy released the swing and Irene revolved by herself until her 
cunt was all the way down on Herb's up thrust cock. Her body was facing to 
Herb's left at this point, and Herb, feeling the corkscrewing movement stop, 
bumped his hard cock up and down into her pussy.

Wendy, seeing what had happened, squeezed her thighs together around her 
stepfather's face, leaned forward, grabbed the swing, and began turning it 
in the opposite direction. Now Irene's cunt began spiraling upward, and the 
bespectacled girl felt the heavy cock slowly unscrewing from inside her.

"No!" she shouted, suddenly realizing she wanted that cock. Yes, it had 
caused her pain, but for each bit of pain there had been an overpowering 
thrill, as well.

Wendy spun the swing until Irene had released all but the mushroom-shaped 
head of her stepfather's cock, then she released it and Irene revolved back 
down again until her pelvis thumped against Herb's pubic hairs, once again 
burying the full length of the meaty prong in the depths of her heated 
cunt-kiln.

"Ooooh yesss!" Irene hissed. "That feels so good!"

Wendy, still leaning down, saw the reddish tint seeping along Herb's groin 
and smelled the coppery odor of blood. Irene's hymen was gone forever. Irene 
groaned Out her gasping pleasure at the total completion of this marvelous 
union.

Herb had ached to deflower a young girl, and when he'd first cast eyes on 
Wendy he had mentally wished for something like this to happen. But he was 
totally unprepared for the wealth of carnal enjoyment blasting through his 
entire body.

Wendy felt her stepfather's mouth suck her wet split as if it were a juicy 
peach. She knew he was thrilled with the wild sensations pouring through 
him. Well, hell, when he popped her hymen, he'd feel even greater 
thrills-not that she was jealous of Irene. On the contrary, she was glad her 
friend was receiving her stepfather's cock, and it was plain Irene was in 
heaven, too. The viscous fluids continued pouring from her seething 
interior, bathing and re-bathing Herb's cock. The flow was now clear, and it 
was obvious her walls were so tightly wrapped around Herb's cock, the only 
way for either of them to continue enjoying this particular fuck was for 
Wendy to keep that swing revolving.

Wendy had no time to waste. She saw how near Irene's climax was. She spun 
the girl again lifting her and the swing until she saw Herb's corona emerge 
from inside Irene. Then she released the swing and let Irene spin the other 
way all by herself, moving at a dizzying speed as her hot cunt twisted and 
screwed its way around Herb Rheingold's up thrust cock. Each time Irene's 
pelvis hit the base of Herb's cock, Wendy hurriedly spun the swing the other 
way, doing it so quickly, the girl was soon moving up and down at almost the 
same speed she'd have been moving had she been sitting directly on Herb's 
cock, doing the pumping herself.

Irene had to keep her eyes shut to avoid dizziness as the tulip-like lips 
o-f her throbbing cunt continued massaging the stalk of Herb's penis.

Anguished thrills flooded her body. This was the thing against which her 
mother was constantly warning. How ignorant can a person be? Heck! Her 
mother had to indulge in some kind of intercourse to conceive her. Why did 
the woman dislike it so?

Herb's thickness continued filling and re-filling Irene's twitching little 
belly, sensing how greedily her cunt seemed to swallow every time. This 
entire sensation was beyond being wonderful. It transcended every other 
feeling Irene had ever known. Each time his cock spiraled into her, Irene 
was filled with power beyond belief, and each time her cunt screwed away 
from his cock, saliva dribbled from the corners of her mouth, matching the 
dripping of her vagina. She was as hungry for his cock as Herb was for the 
feel of her cunt.

Herb, unable to merely lie there, dug his heels into the ground and slammed 
his hips higher, drilling his phallic auger straight up, while Wendy 
continued spiraling Irene around and around. This added movement increased 
sensation for both of them. His penis sank into the soft, wonderful, 
luxurious depths of her tender belly, packing it with the thickness of his 
massive prick. Irene, her eyes still tightly closed, continued gasping and 
shuddering as he slammed his throbbing cock into the turning, twisting slot 
of her creaming cunt. Fulcrum to spinning fulcrum, they came together with 
loud grunts.

Tremors engulfed Irene, making her young body quake continually. She hunched 
forward, gripping the chains with her hands, squeezing her asscheeks 
together, clamping her eyes tightly shut, determined to enjoy this to the 
end. As she spun down against his body, she ached to feel the throbbing 
phallus dig into her cervix. Irene wondered if all phalluses were this good. 
Did the amount of pleasure they offered vary in degree? One thing was 
certain-Wendy's mother was lucky to have this cock. When she finally 
married, Irene hoped to marry a man at least as skillful as Herb Rheingold. 
Hoped to? Hell! She'd try out every prospective suitor first, and anyone too 
prudish to fuck her before marrying her wasn't even worth considering!

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.



Chapter 11

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.



Chapter 12

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.

"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.

Wendy shuddered and sucked Herb's oral organ, thrilling to the touch of her 
mother's palm along her girlish thigh, smoothing the way across her soft 
flesh. She responded to the delightful tickle by parting her thighs.

Maryann stared down, seeing her daughter's naked cunt dripping, and wondered 
if she dared to touch it. True, "when Wendy was a little girl she washed her 
all over and oiled her, cunt-lips included, as well. But this wasn't the 
same Wendy she had diapered. This was a growing girl with needs and wants 
similar to her own, uninhibited and unrestricted, learning about sex many, 
many years sooner than Maryann had learned about it. And Wendy was learning 
about sex in a much more wonderful way than she had learned. Herb was no 
brute, like her first husband. He was gentle, even now.

Yes, Maryann decided, feeling arousal storm through her body. Yes, I do dare 
touch my daughter's vagina!

Her fingers moved slowly to the pink ribbon of Wendy's pussy, and she saw 
her young daughter's aching cunt shudder with anticipation. Maryann touched 
Wendy lightly on her oily pussy-lips, feeling her daughter shudder even 
more. Flattening her hand, the mother pressed it against the girl's seething 
cunt-lips and rubbed up and down, up and down. Wendy wriggled all the more, 
passion mounting higher in her young body, and this was reflected in the 
strong way her mouth responded to Herb Rheingold's kisses.

In the failing light of late afternoon, Maryann watched her daughter's flat 
bosom rise and fall. Her solid brown nipples vibrated. The sight built pyres 
of lust in the older woman.

Wendy's not a little girl any longer, she thought. She's growing up, and 
she's as passionate now as I am. To think I have to vie with my own daughter 
for the love of my husband! No, no, not his love. He admitted he still loves 
me. I have to fight for his physical attention from now on, all because I 
was unable to control myself.

As she thought this, Maryann came to understand she didn't resent the 
competition. On the contrary, the more she fingered her daughter's dripping 
vagina, the more she realized she was not really competing with the girl, 
but enjoying her, as she expected Wendy would one day her mother.

Herb reached out and pulled Maryann toward him. Her finger remained in her 
daughter's open slash, but her body was near Herb, and his mouth was 
dipping, sucking in her breast. Yes, her husband still loved her. Even as 
his hands continued rubbing Wendy's thighs, his mouth was pulling on her 
nipple.

Wendy stared at her stepfather's mouthing of her mother's breast, sighing. 
At last she was really a part of the family. Perhaps, deep down, this was 
what she wanted. And now she intended making the most of it. She writhed 
under her mother's exploring finger, pouring more lubricant out over the 
probe. Her-eyes shone with a bright glassiness as her aching body felt a 
burning passionate desire.

Maryann gasped as Herb sucked her nipple deeper into her mouth. Her free 
hand wrapped around his head and held him closer, while her other fingers 
continued teasing her daughter's vaginal interior. Her finger was pushing 
between the inner folds of Wendy's hot little cunt, worming around and 
around in the girl's virginal tightness. It never occurred to her that Herb 
might have played with her daughter. The girl's cunt was so narrow and 
tight, she realized it had never been penetrated. Loud, liquid sucking 
sounds came from Wendy's seething snatch as Maryann's finger continued 
rotating, moving in to the first knuckle. The woman noted her daughter, like 
herself, lubricated heavily. The girl's vaginal cavern was a fiery catacomb 
of sensuality. Wendy's ass was already bouncing up and down on the carpeted 
floor, unable to remain still because of her mother's delicate fingering.

Maryann continued pushing her finger into her daughter's tight pussy, 
seeking to feel the girl's hymen, if only to reassure herself as to the 
girl's virginal status. She felt the oily flood of viscid lubrication. 
greasing the way for her entering finger. And as the finger continued 
pushing in, working in tiny circles, she felt Wendy's inner walls stretching 
a little. Good! This meant less pain when Herb's cock finally penetrated 
Wendy's cunt. She was glad to do this for the young girl.

When her fingertip touched the tender, delicate membranous blockage, Maryann 
felt Wendy jump a little, and she immediately pulled her finger back, 
satisfied. She started pushing it forward and back, still rotating it, 
making her daughter shudder delightfully.

Touching Wendy this way made Maryann pant heavily, and her moving breast 
shoved itself more firmly against Herb's mouth. He continued sucking a 
little while longer, then released Maryann's nipple and used his tongue to 
wash the nipples of Wendy's gasping body. He lapped hungrily and Wendy 
writhed even more, enjoying everything her mother and stepfather were doing 
to her.

Maryann, seeing her daughter respond so strongly, used her free hand to grab 
a pillow, and as her daughter's buttocks rose to the licking of Herb's 
tongue on her belly, Maryann shoved the pillow under Wendy's ass. Now the 
young, brown-haired girl was bent like a bow, with her head and feet down, 
her bare pussy thrust higher, revealing the licentious sight of her pink 
inner labia.

Wendy, looking up, saw her stepfather's mouth literally watering. The girl 
also noted the way her mother's eyes traveled hungrily from Herb's body, to 
her own.

Herb's mouth was once again moving down, ready to dip into his 
stepdaughter's honey pot. Wendy, afraid he might make her come with his 
tongue again, shouted, "Wait!"

"What's the matter?" Herb asked.

"I think Mom deserves to get in on this, too," the young girl said. "Mom, go 
wash out your vagina and hurry back here."

Reddening because her daughter reminded her she had the sperm of Myron the 
paperboy in her cunt, Maryann hurried to the kitchen where, with soap and 
water, she hurriedly washed her vagina. Then she returned to the living 
room.

"Now," Wendy said, "Mom, you lie on top of me, face-down. This way Herb can 
lick both of us at the same time."

Maryann, grateful to her daughter, gently lay on top of the young girl, 
trying to keep some of her weight off her by digging her forearms into the 
carpet on either side of the girl's torso. The bare lips of her daughter's 
vagina wetly rubbed against Maryann's pubic hair, and simmering blasts of 
lava seared their way, through her trembling body.

Wendy felt the curling tickle of her mother's pubic hair. It sent her 
temperature up another ten degrees. She wriggled, enjoying her mother's 
weight, deciding she was able to take it without any problem.

"Well, now," Herb said in his soft, authoritative voice. "It seems someone 
has outthought me. Now I can have a double feast."

Herb lowered his face closer to the two luscious looking vaginas. He stared 
into the open centers of both, seeing the rich pink and coral hues. Lord! 
This was definitely better than anything he might have thought up by 
himself. Not only did it afford him two cunts at one time, but it proved the 
total subservience of his wife.

Maryann had large, thick, pouting .pussy-lips, framed with mossy black hair, 
looking richer and redder than ever. But Wendy's vagina seemed to tremble 
with even mote sensuality than her mother's hot cunt.

Maryann felt her husband's face pressing closer and closer to her vagina as 
she lay on top of her daughter, her full breasts rubbing against Wendy's 
sensitive nipples. She heard her husband inhaling, drinking in the wonderful 
wafting fragrance of her vagina and her daughter's. As its essence drifted 
through his sinuses, Herb shuddered and gasped. Maryann no longer considered 
the idea depraved. This was the first time it was going to happen. This time 
she'd let her husband do it.

Herb's nose was moving closer. His head was moving down a bit so he'd be 
able to inhale more of Wendy's feminine aroma. To Herb, it was as if his 
nose was moving between two different bouquets. Strangely enough, Wendy was 
issuing a slightly stronger fragrance than her mother, perhaps because her 
mother had just washed that area.

Maryann quivered, as if the suspense was overpowering her. She realized she 
wanted it. She wanted to feel Herb's tongue.

And then Herb's face sank into the deep crack of Maryann's anxiously waiting 
pussy, pressing his nose and lips between the woman's wide-open labia, 
licking up the delicious flavor her cunt was emitting. Herb's working tongue 
lapped up and down, dredging out the hidden fluids inside the woman, and it 
took all of Maryann's inner strength to keep herself from bouncing on top of 
her daughter.

The tickling tongue sent rapturous sensations through the woman, and as her 
husband continued lapping, she mentally cursed herself for a fool, for not 
letting him do this earlier. She sensed how much he was enjoying what he was 
doing from the pulsing, twitching movements of his licking tongue.

Herb licked avidly, enjoying the pressure his wife's gripping labia applied 
to his tongue as it sank into the foaming, fuming center of her dripping 
cunt, tasting the heavy abundance of feminine oil his wife was emitting. He 
licked wildly, then let his tongue slither straight down and sink into 
Wendy's waiting trench.

"Eeeeyipe!" Wendy gasped, squealing and letting her mother know how much she 
was enjoying what Herb was doing to her. The thrill of her stepfather's 
tongue felt better every time.

Herb was enjoying himself as never before. Yes, he loved Wendy too, though 
not as much as he loved Maryann. Their two pussies were like delicious, 
cut-open pieces of fruit, dripping with honeyed moisture, and he licked 
maddeningly, slurping his tongue through one, then through the other, 
sometimes starting at the bottom and scooping his tongue straight up to the 
top of Maryann's frothing center, and other times, starting at the top and 
licking all the way down to Wendy's rectal crease. And he drank the fluid 
from both cunts, all the way.

The pair writhed as his tongue danced over their cuts, fervently licking 
them in turn, enjoying the difference in size between the two, even though 
both were as swollen as possible. Each of the females felt his tongue slurp 
into her and twirl around as if trying to suck out the reserve oil they were 
manufacturing.

Wendy bounced, slamming her pelvis into that of her mother as Herb's tongue 
wrought delightful havoc with her simmering slash. She thrilled to the way 
Herb's tongue swiped up and down, as if measuring the length of her steaming 
little gash against the longer slice of her mother. When Herb's tongue 
whipped across Wendy's cut, the young girl screamed out her enjoyment. Her 
thighs reached out, trying to clutch her stepfather's face between them. She 
gasped when he pushed his fingers under her and squeezed her pillowy 
asscheeks. Her cushiony flesh surrendered to his squeezing hands. Wendy 
began bucking, letting him know she was ready for his cock whenever he 
wanted to sink it into her.

As far as Herb was concerned, this was paradise. Two wonderful cunts in his 
mouth at once was more than any man had a right to want.

Maryann felt him cram his hungering lips against her teeming pussy. His 
tongue was pressing all the way in now, like a cock trying to fuck her, only 
it was such a slimy, slithery cock. It was driving her to distraction. She 
knew she'd never be able to take much more of it.

"No more!" she gasped, rolling off Wendy. "No more! It's too much!"

"What's wrong?" Herb asked.

"I think I had another climax," Maryann said.

"You think?" Herb wanted to know.

"Is it possible for me to come because of your tongue?"

"Better believe it," Herb nodded.

"Then I came," she told him.

Sitting up, Maryann stared at Herb's hard cock, noting it was longer and 
thicker than ever before. She wanted it buried in her body, but her tunnel 
was ultra-sensitive. Well, if not her, then it was only right he fuck Wendy. 
Yes, secretly, she'd always wondered what a penis entering a vagina looked 
like. Her daughter's truly feminine cunt was soaking with anxious juices, a 
lovely reddish-coral slash literally cut into her loins. The swollen lips 
seemed to pout and compress together, as if trying to lure Herb's cock 
inside.

"Go on!" Maryann urged. "Go on, Herb. Fuck her! Fuck my daughter. Fuck her 
as you fuck me all the time. This is the chance of a lifetime. How many men 
are loved by a mother and daughter? Do it, Herb! Fuck her!"

Herb moved straight ahead, gripping his hard cock with his hand. He had 
Maryann's permission. More, he had her blessing.

Maryann stared. The purple dome of his throbbing cock parted Wendy's inner 
labia. She watched the rich, wet, pliant flesh of her daughter's inner 
tissues surround Herb's hard cock. Wendy trembled with anxiety, waiting to 
feel the pole sink deeper, gasping, knowing there had to be some kind of 
pain. Her youthful body shuddered, shimmering, more alive with want than 
ever before. Her mind and her vagina eagerly looked forward to Herb's 
penetration.

Slowly, carefully, the massive cock pushed its way into her tight, simmering 
pussy, sinking deeper and deeper into the elastic tightness of her frothing 
channel. Wendy's thighs were already adjusting, clamping around Herb's hips, 
unconsciously trying to tug him deeper and deeper inside. Herb squirmed a 
little, adjusting his cock once, making certain it was heading directly 
inside, then he inched his phallic length all the deeper. Wendy squirmed, 
feeling some discomfort because of the way his cock was stretching her inner 
femininity, but so far it was bearable.

Maryann stared at her daughter's face, seeing the lines of passion drawn all 
over it. She saw how much better Wendy was taking this initial penetration 
than she had, on her wedding night. The more she watched, the more she had 
to agree it was better to teach them while they were young, better to let 
them experience sex with a man who loved them.

To Wendy, the pain was becoming an annoyance, but it didn't really hurt. 
Under the annoying sensation was the thrilling feeling for which she had 
been waiting since the previous Tuesday, when she'd first discovered what 
this was all about.

"Unnnhhh!" she gasped, twitching a little, her body jumping as the blunted 
knob of Herb's penis touched her hymen.

And then the prod, still gently pushing forward, tore through her maidenhead 
as easily as if it were made of wet paper. Wendy felt a little sting, but 
nothing worse. She began wriggling and squirming as Herb sank all the way 
into her, but it wasn't because of pain or discomfort. The enjoyment she was 
feeling was so totally overpowering, she knew her climax was very near. The 
crushing, sizzling clutch of her pussy closed solidly around his steaming 
cock, squeezing it more and more tightly.

Maryann had moved so she was standing behind her husband, watching his cock 
sink into her daughter's cunt right to the balls. The sight of it aroused 
tremors in her, making her remember how wonderful it was to feel that pole 
in her own quim.

"Fuck me, Herb," Wendy screeched. "Fuck me hard! It feels terrific in 
there!"

Slowly, carefully, not wanting to cause Wendy any undue anguish, Herb pulled 
his mighty cock back, easing it from the clutching depths of the young 
girl's crushing cunt, and then slowly, carefully, inched it back in. He used 
the same long, slow, lengthy strokes he applied to Maryann's cunt, moving a 
little faster as time passed. How be managed to contain his seed all this 
time was a mystery even to him. The pressure of his stepdaughter's hot cunt 
was so great, he felt as if his prick was compressed between two concrete 
walls lined with foam rubber. More than once he had to shift a little, 
changing the angle of his thrust slightly, to keep himself from coming too 
quickly.

"I ... uhhh ... can feel it ... " Wendy was gasping. "Oh. wow! I can feel it 
deep down inside me. Keep pumping, Herb. Keep doing it ... yes ... yes ... 
I'm almost there ..."

Her anxious voice caused Herb to pound his massive penis as far as possible 
into the depths of his stepdaughter's flaming interior. Maryann knelt, 
staring. The sucking vagina of her daughter nursed on the huge masculine 
bone Herb was continuing to pound into her. It looked more arousing than 
ever. On Monday, she would order mirrors for the bedroom she she'd be able 
to see what Herb's cock looked like in her own cunt.

Herb slammed his throbbing dick into his stepdaughter's seething, tight 
tunnel. He was more than content. He looked down into Wendy's face and saw 
the rapture on it. She smiled back at him, winking, as if to let him know 
their little conspiracy had worked.

Wendy thrilled to the maddening pace Herb was setting, slamming into, her, 
feeding her oven-like pussy as much cock as it was capable of handling. Her 
interior felt like living quicksand. She slammed her young body against her 
stepfather, continuing to suck in as much of his length as fitted into her. 
Her young thighs clutched Herb tightly between them.

Herb felt overpowered by Wendy's tight nookie. The man she married would 
have to have a cock of iron to withstand the grip her labia was applying. 
There was no way for him to restrain himself. The heavy rumbling in his 
balls became stronger and stronger.

Maryann watched his testicles leaping wildly inside his scrotum and knew her 
husband's sperm was about to leave his body. As if she had X-ray vision, the 
woman stared at Herb's genitals from the rear, watching the seed move into 
the thick tube in the underside of his penis, and then it was moving into 
the tip of his cock, and then out the slit, into Wendy's tight cunt. As the 
seething semen came shooting from Herb, Wendy's cunt tightened around the 
moving pole, pulling it deeper than ever before.

"YYYAAAANNNGGGGHHH!" Herb screamed, shooting heavy gouts of white balm into 
the young girl's swampy pussy. More and more of the frothing semen 
splattered into Wendy's anxious body, splashing against her vaginal walls, 
drenching her womb, enhancing the thrills inside her tender body.

Wendy felt the hot, steaming sperm spurt into her, burning through her 
interior. This was her first experience with semen. She had seen Irene take 
it into her pussy, and had smelled it when it had dripped out again. But 
this was the first time she was taking it into herself, and it felt 
wonderful. The sperm seemed to urge her body higher along the orgasmic 
plane, making her ache to feel that overpowering sensation. She knew it was 
better than the ones she'd felt because of Herb's tongue. It had to be.

The girl worked her tender body against her stepfather, and soon the thrills 
powered into her with the force of a hydrogen blast.

"AAAIIIYYYAGH!" she screamed, madly, wildly, humping her ass up again and 
again, her thighs clinging to Herb's body.

"Love you, Herb," she gasped. "I love you. Really! Really!"

"I ... uhhh ... love you, too, Wendy," he assured her.

"And I love both of you," Maryann whispered, kneeling and pressing her face 
against her daughter's cunt, sticking out her tongue and licking the fluids 
seeping out of Wendy into her own mouth.

"Now things are really going to be great," Wendy gasped, feeling her 
mother's tongue alternate between her labia and the cock still pounding in 
her cunt.

"You said a mouthful," Herb Rheingold told her.

And I'm drinking a mouthful, Maryann thought. The first of many mouthfuls to 
come!

The End

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