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Step-Father's Sins

By Unknown



Chapter 1

Michele Madison did not find out until her honeymoon that her husband was a sexual sadist. She was shocked to find that her new husband enjoyed causing her pain just as much as he enjoyed causing her pleasure.

This was tough enough for Michele to handle at first, but her confusion was compounded by the fact that she was beginning to like the pain.

At first she thought that it was annoying that Bernard had to tie her up and whip her before he fucked her in one of her three, sex holes.

But now she knew that there was close association between the pleasure and pain she received, and that one sensation enhanced the other.

She had to admit that Bernard made her come harder than any other man she had ever been with, not that she was an expert on the subject of men. But Michele had been around, and she had two teenage daughters to prove it.

Michele - along with her daughters Mindy and Marlene - had moved in with Bernard Madison after the wedding, and were trying to make ago of it as a family.

It was a spring evening and the girls were out on dates, which meant Michele and Bernard had the house to themselves.

Bernard was a successful businessman and owned a big house on top of a hill in the Upstate New York town of Caledonia.

The girls had grown up ten miles down the road in Rushdale with their mother, and were annoyed because they were going to have to switch high schools the following fall.

Mindy was s*******n and would be entering her senior year. She was relieved that they hadn't made her finish up her junior year at Caledonia High School.

Marlene was ten months younger than her sister and was finishing up her sophomore year at Rushdale High.

The weather in Caledonia was beginning to warm and the grass was beginning to turn green and start to grow.

The leaves were returning to the trees, and everywhere men and women alike were getting hornier than hell.

Michele was washing the dinner dishes and Bernard was sitting on the couch in the livingroom watching television.

He could feel his balls aching with desire, and he could feel his cock start to grow inside his trousers.

"Woman!" Bernard called out from his sitting position. He never took his eyes away from the TV set.

His jaw was set firmly and there was a burning in his dark brown eyes that looked about to emit a lasar beam.

"Yes, dear," Michele called back from the kitchen. There was a musical tone to her voice whenever she spoke.

Many thought that Michele was singing her way through life.

In spite of the fact that she was thirty-five years old, Michele had lost none of her youthful beauty and charm.

There were times when Bernard thought he was living with three teenage girls rather than only two.

"I need sex!" Bernard called out. He was using his command voice, and Michele could tell he was impatient.

"Just a second, sweetheart," Michele said. "I'm just finishing up."

The woman was washing the last of the dishes and only had to dry them and put them away for her domestic chore to be complete.

"I need sex now!" Bernard screamed at the top of his lungs.

His voice was deep — like the growl of a bear who had just been woken involuntarily from his winter's slumber.

Indeed, Bernard often sounded more like an a****l that a human being when he was sexually aroused.

Michele knew that she would have to finish the dishes later.

When Bernard hollered like that it meant that he wasn't in the mood to take no for an answer. She quickly dried her hands on the apron tied around her waist and left the kitchen to be with, her man.

It was time for Michele to do her wifely duty.

She didn't mind. Bernard always made her come more times than she could count when he fucked her.

Bernard looked at his wife and smiled appreciatively.

He thought that she was one sexy cunt. The sexiest cunt he had ever pumped, that was for sure.

The man had never boffed a pussy tighter and more comfortable than Michele's — and unlike his wife, he was an expert.

He had been able to tell from the second he first laid eyes on her that she wanted to be his slave.

But the cruel man had waited until he had the little gold ring around her finger to let her see his sadistic nature.

Keeping his brutality a secret, he figured, was itself sadistic.

Michele had long black hair that fell full over her shoulders and down between her rather sharp shoulder biades.

She stood five foot three and was built on a small frame so that she had never weighed more than one hundred pounds in her life.

She had the face of an angel. She looked like a white-souled being who had never committed a sin.

Her large eyes were dark brown and twinkled whenever she was happy — which was most of the time.

She had a tiny turned up button nose that wiggled up and down like a bunny's whenever she was particularly excited about something or other.

Her mouth was not large, but her lips, were full and sensuous.

Her lips were already moist, although Bernard rarely caught her licking them to make them wet.

She had a pouting lower, lip that Bernard thought was fun to suck on, and always looked kissable, even if sex was the last thing on her mind. She held her lips parted frequently so that Bernard could see little saliva bubbles on her perfectly straight, pearly-white teeth.

Her tongue could stick far out of her mouth and was very soft and pink, an asset which Bernard had learned to use fully.

She had an olive complexion and her skin was smooth and soft, in spite of her age. If she went to Hollywood, Bernard figured, she would be able to play the parts of high school girls. She would end up playing parts the age of her own daughters.

In spite of Michele's slim frame she had large breasts which were just as perky and firm as they were before she had Mindy, s*******n years before.

Those twin ripe melons rested high on her chest, and were so pert that the nipples pointed slightly upward.

Although she usually did, Michele didn't have to wear a bra, a fact that Bernard was proud of.

When Michele became sexually aroused every time her man beckoned - her nipples grew large and got very hard.

They would burn and tingle with a need to be caressed both gently and cruelly by Bernard's hands and mouth.

Her waist was still very slim and her tummy was flat.

She had put on a couple of inches around her hips - her buttocks were a bit fleshier than they once had been — but Bernard only thought that this made her look womanly.

As she removed her apron she could feel the blood rushing down her body to the delta between her thighs.

Michele could feel both her inner and outer pussy lips start, to swell with the engorgement of her arousal.

She could feel the glands inside her pussy begin to secrete their natural lubrication making her all wet and slippery.

The beautiful dark haired woman knew that it wouldn't be long before she made a wet stain in the crotch of her panties.

"Let's go upstairs, big man," Michele said with a sexy tilt to her head and cock to her hip.

"Right," Bernard said. He charged up the stairs three steps ahead of her. He felt like his cock was going to burst out of his underwear and his trousers.

He could tell that his prick was going to snap out at attention in front of his loins the second it was released from its cloth prison.

Bernard was over twice as big as Michele, which made his brutishness even more appealing to the submissive woman.

He stood a couple of inches over six feet and weighed well over two hundred pounds. This is not to say that he was obese. In fact the man did not have an ounce of fat on him anywhere. He had been working out three times a week for years to keep his body in perfect condition.

His shoulders were broad and his neck was thick.

There were thick slabs of muscle across his chest and back.

His face was ruggedly handsome, and he always looked like he needed a shave. His five o'clock shadow began thirty seconds after he finished shaving.

His hair was very dark, almost black, and curly. He always looked ungroomed. When, Michele had first met Bernard she had compulsively urged him to comb his hair. Now that she was his sex slave she knew better than to criticize her mate's appearance in any way. Michele rarely wore any make-up at all. Her beauty was natural.

She wanted to do nothing to make herself look artificial.

The dark haired woman's sole concession to womanly vanity was the dark red nail polish she used to paint her fingernails and toenails.

The small woman had always thought that Bernard had been constructed by God just for fucking purposes.

In spite of the girth of his upper torso, his waist and hips were very slim - almost non-existent in comparison.

His thighs were very thick again, and he had very large powerful hands and feet.

Michele had noticed long before that one of her husband's thighs was bigger around than her waist.

And then there was his cock. It still boggled her mind.

She would never forget the first time she saw his dick.

"W—W—What is that?" Michele had stammered nervously.

"It's my prick. What the fuck did you think it was?"

"You aren't going to stick that thing in me, are you?"

"That's the way it's got to be, cupcake. That's the way it's got to be!" Bernard said with a small chuckle.

It hurt the first couple of times he fucked her, but soon she found that her muscles adapted and she stretched to take him comfortably.

It wasn't until the woman's honeymoon only the second honeymoon of her life — that she found out what pain was all about, and how much she dug it!

Bernard slammed the door shut behind him after entering the bedroom that some paint chips fell from the ceiling.

Michele considered herself lucky that she had scooted past him into the room at the last second.

If she hadn't she would have gotten the door right in the face. Michele was quick. She had good survival instinct and knew when Bernard was in the mood to do violent things.

She would never have made it if she wasn't quick.

She certainly got enough practice at evasive tactics.

"STRIP!!!" Bernard screamed, placing his hands on his hips.

He pressed his long strong fingers together and pointed them downward.

"Yes, dear," Michele replied subserviently, head bowed.

She kicked off her shoes and reached back to unzip the frilly housedress she had been wearing. She stepped out of the dress and removed her bra so Bernard could see how erect her nipples were.

"I'm on fire for you," she said.

Bernard stood with his shoulders back and his chin tilted up.

"I can feel my pussy getting all wet and slippery," Michele said.

Bernard bent slightly at the knees and stood with his slim yet powerful hips out in front of the rest of his body.

Michele reached down to hook her thumbs under the elastic at the top of her bikini panties. She shivered.

Her panties were pink and Bernard could see that they had little red hearts all over them — looking very cute.

Bernard could also see that there was a big wet stain in the crotch of her panties made by her spilling cunt juice.

His cock throbbed violently every time he thought about ramming his pole up her tight smooth snatch.

The woman had to wiggle her hips from side to side to get her panties over them.

The wet material in the crotch had crawled up in between her swollen outer labia, making her pussy feel caught in a trap.

Her cunt had felt like it was suffocating for a second.

She sighed as she gave her pussy lips a chance to breathe.

It felt wonderful as the wet cloth pulled out from between her hypersensitive, fully engorged labia.

The second she removed her panties Bernard could pick up the scent of her hot pussy in his flaring nostrils.

His chest and belly were covered with a thick rug of fur, which made him look even more like an a****l.

Michele always had gone for men who looked like they might have a little ape in the bloodline.

"Are you going to tie me up?" Michele asked.

"Nah," Bernard said gruffly, shaking his head.

His hands went for his belt buckle. Michele shuddered.

He pulled his belt out of all of his belt loops one at a time and folded the strap in half slowly.

The belt was made of black leather and he held it by the buckle end in a tightly clenched right fist.

Bernard had his long strong fingers wrapped around the leather so fiercely that all of his knuckles turned white.

He clenched his back teeth together so firmly that his jaw ached and the muscles at the sides of his ruggedly handsome face protruded.

Bernard cupped his left palm and smacked it with the belt as hard as he could, making a loud sharp sound.

It reminded Michele of a firecracker on the Fourth of July, or a car backfiring, or even a gunshot!

She winced when that sound rang through her ears because she knew it was the same sound the leather strap would make when it struck her ass.

"Bend over the foot of the bed, woman!" Bernard commanded.

She turned her back to him and moved her feet far apart on the bedroom floor.

Keeping her knees straight she lifted her heels and supported her weight on her toes, which arched far back.

The woman raked at the bedspread with her fingernails as she bent forward at the waist, offering her buttocks to her sex master's abuse.

Her fingernails were long and were manicured carefully to be very close to the same length, and they all had a common roundness to their tips. Her fingers were long and thin. Bernard had a hard time looking at those fingers without imagining how they looked when they were caressing his humongous private parts.

Her fingernails were always painted the color of blood.

The man wasted no time in starting the brutal whipping.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He whipped at her slightly parted ass cheeks as hard as he could, raising large red welts on the flesh.

She screamed.

Her dark eyes filled with tears.

Those tears spilled down her cheeks and along the sides of her nose.

Just to be extra mean the sadistic man smacked her on the backs of her thighs a couple of times.

Then he hit her on the backs of her knees, where he knew she was very sensitive and the pain would be particularly sharp.

The man then tossed the belt away carelessly without bothering to see where it landed. Michele knew her spanking was through.

The beautiful woman could tell that she was going to have some trouble sitting down for a couple of days.

But she didn't think that she would have to carry a pillow around with her like she did sometimes.

This time the man hadn't even drawn any blood with the strap. She could tell he was in a cuddly mood.

The truth of the matter was that he couldn't stand having his clothes on anymore and was anxious to get nude.

He ripped off his shirt, baring his chest, and tore his pants down so that his cock could come springing out like a horny jack-in-the-box.

Michele turned to look at his cock and balls.

She didn't think that the novelty would ever wear off his genitalia.

He had by far the longest cock she had ever seen, and it was twice as thick as any other she had known.

His prick was a full nine inches long as it stood out straight from his hips at a slightly upward angle.

The entire length of his prick was bobbing up and down with his hominess, coming very close to slapping him in the rock-hard flat plain of his belly.

If that contact had been made his cock head would have smacked him several inches above his bellybutton.

His balls felt very swollen. He would have sworn that his testicles had ballooned to twice their normal girth.

His scrotal sack felt filled to the brim with hot semen and he could tell that he wouldn't have to play hide the Salami with the cunt fore long before he shot his creamy man come deep inside hem poontang.

Michele could see that his cock was thickest at the head, although the shaft was only, slightly thinner.

The huge glans had always reminded the beautiful woman of a purple edible mushroom, or perhaps a doorknob.

Sometimes the head of his cock became so engorged that it looked almost black.

At those times the skin that covered that large cock head would stretch so thin it looked ready to tear.

Theme were times when even Bernard thought the head of his cock would explode if another drop of hominess blood tried to pump inside.

The man was having trouble keeping his hips still ...

He could feel his heart pounding with anticipation.

"Get on the bed," he commanded, gesturing with the slightly crooked forefinger on his right hand.

Naturally, Michele obeyed and when she was on the bed she asked him, "Which hole do you want to fuck me in?"

"The cunt. At least the cunt first. I feel like I might have enough jam for a few fucks tonight," he said.

"The c***dren won't be home until late," Michele said.

There was a feline purr in her voice as she spoke.

"Fuck the c***dren," Bernard said. He felt like spitting on the floor.

"You would love to," Michele said, realizing that she was getting very close to being slapped across the face.

"You're damn right it would," Bernard said with a sadistic chuckle.

"What position would you like to fuck me in?" Michele asked.

"Doggie-style. I want to take you from the rear," he said.

"Oh, Bernard! I love it when you fuck me like that," she said.

Her voice was cheerful and her eyes had cleared. There were still stains on her cheeks from the tears she had spilled while the man was whipping her ass raw only moments before.

Michele rolled over on her belly and then moved to her hands and knees.

She kept her head low and pushed her knees apart on the bed as far as she could get them, parting her, outer and inner cunt lips in this manner.

She clawed at the bedspread with her long red fingernails and straightened her elbows as she arched her back to lift her ass high.

Bernard moved to a kneeling position behind her and grabbed the base of his prick in his right fist.

He guided his cock head to her cunt gracefully.

He could feel his prick throbbing against his palm.

He rubbed his pisshole against her clit for a second.

Then he lowered the head to the mouth of her fuck hole and began to push that humongous head between Michele's suddenly stretched inner labia!



Chapter 2

Bernard loved the way his wife's pussy felt when it was opening up to let his throbbing cock inside.

He could feel the walls being forced far apart, and he knew those walls would hug him snugly once he was all the way in.

Michele had done many exercises, usually while she was in the bathroom taking a pee, to keep her inner cunt muscles finely toned.

The beautiful dark-haired woman had worried that she would not be able to please her man if her cunt was not super-tight.

She could squeeze down hard on his pinky if she wanted to - and yet the flesh inside her was also elastic.

A couple of times Michele's cunt had been forced open far enough to take a fist from her sadistic husband.

His cock was so thick that the woman knew it would rub directly against her clit when he moved it in and out.

Bernard knew how to rub his cock just right over his wife's love button — to maximize her pleasure.

"Deeper! Oh, God! Bernard! I need your cock deeper inside my pussy," the woman wailed, her face as red as a beet.

The throat muscles around her voice-box were tight because of her sexual tension, making her voice higher.

She screeched like a little girl when she was in ecstasy sometimes letting out screams that were so high in pitch that she wouldn't have been surprised if only the neighborhood dogs could hear them.

Michele could feel a tremendous ache near the mouth of her womb.

There was a magic spot near Michele's dimpled cervix.

She knew that her cruel husband would not have to bang at that spot many times before she would burst into her first deep-vaginal orgasm of the fuck.

"All the way in!" she screamed. "FILL ME UP WITH YOUR COCK!"

The man could feel his wife's inner cunt lips struggling a little as they slid toward his prick's base.

He kept pushing.

She jerked as he struck her cervix.

Then she could feel his cock tip on the back wall of her cunt.

The man could feel his thick dark short and curly pubic hair pressing against Michele's round buttocks.

He knew that her ass cheeks and the backs of her thighs were still very sore from the savage whipping.

He was looking forward to smacking hard against that ravaged tissue with his loins as he fucked.

He could feel his cock all the way inside her, so that her magic pussy gripped at the entire length of his rod.

He was stretching both the side walls and the back walls of her hot cunt to full capacity with his pole.

She was hoping that he would start his savage in and out motion right away, as she was close to orgasm.

But Bernard felt like being a bit of a tease and continued to press forward even though he was all the way in.

He moved his hips in a slow circle - gyrating them sensuously — so that he would stretch her womanly internal mucous membranes in every possible direction.

As he continued to push forward with his clenched buttocks he gave the woman the illusion of deeper penetration.

He was grinding the underside of his cock base as hard as he could against her little man in the boat.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Michele screamed out, her voice and her lips quivering as she rested on bliss brink.

It seemed to the beautiful woman like it took her husband forever to begin his in-and-out movement.

It reality the man only paused a couple of seconds after the vaginal penetration was made complete.

It was just that the woman's sense of time had been greatly altered by the extent of her anticipation.

A second seemed like a minute and a minute seemed like an hour as she waited there on the verge of orgasm.

Then Bernard began to withdraw with his cock very slowly.

He could feel the inside of her cunt tugging at his prick.

He pulled back until his cock almost popped out of the hole.

Her inner cunt lips were gripping at the base of his cock head.

She was holding him by the ring of scar tissue at his glans base.

His thick purple cock cap was holding her cunt gaping open.

He paused and took a deep breath, puffing out his enormous chest as he filled his lungs with air.

He then let out the air with a loud grunt and rammed the entire length of his cock into her pussy.

Michele let out a scream of unadulterated joy and heard her cunt making a sloppy wet sucking noise.

The beautiful dark haired woman could feel her pussy going from empty to full all in one fell swoop.

That was all it took to trigger Michele Madison's first come, and she hollered at the top of her lungs ...

"CCCOOOMMMIIINNNGGG'!!!" Michele called out, thrashing her head from side to side in her absolute joy.

The man let out a sadistic laugh. His body was under control. He knew he could fuck for a longtime.

Both Bernard and Michele could tell that the woman was going to come many times during the fuck.

Michele knew that there would be a point where she would lose count of her climaxes, and she wouldn't care.

There would be a time when the number of orgasms would be insignificant.

All she would be able to think about was the raw joy she was experiencing as he rammed her cunt deeply.

The man began to fuck with a smooth steady motion.

Michele knew that he would steadily increase the pace of the fuck as he went along.

He always used the entire length of his prick when he fucked.

He liked to pull his cock almost all the way out of her pussy before he rammed that thick pole home.

The natural lubrication was flowing more freely than ever inside the woman's already soaking wet cunt.

She could tell that the insides of her thighs and Bernard's balls were soaking wet with that cunt juice.

The woman felt her cunt explosions ripping up and down her spine.

All of the muscles in her body tensed simultaneously.

She shivered like a leaf and pressed backward with her ass.

Bernard could feel her cunt walls spasming against his cock shaft.

Bernard moved his hands under Michele's body and gripped her hard at the base of her rib-cage.

He dug his fingers into the flesh of her soft underbelly brutally, hurting her a great deal.

But the pain she felt as he clutched her was next to nothing compared to the pleasure she was receiving.

She could feel the physical joy spreading in concentric circles, like ripples in a still pond interrupted by a tossed pebble.

The pleasure did not stop spreading in that manner until it filled her entire body, all the way to her finger tips and her toes.

She was gripping at the bedspread with her long red fingernails so hard that all of her knuckles had turned white.

Her toes were curled under tightly, gripping at the top balls of her feet.

The stinging in her buttocks from the black leather strap had dulled into a pulsating ache, which blended perfectly with the ache of desire she felt filling her loins.

As Bernard pumped his prick into her drooling poontang faster and faster she could feel her clit being battered violently back and forth.

Her little man in the boat was being worked over like a small punching bag being punched rhythmically by a training boxer.

She could feel her physical joy clustering at the base of her skull for a second before it entered her reeling brain.

Michele closed her eyes as tightly as she could — clenching her eyelids until they were wrinkled.

There were little lines forming at the corners of her dark eyes as she writhed in her physical bliss.

Those lines ran all the way to the woman's temples where she could feel dilated veins throbbing hard.

The veins in Michele's temples were very close to the surface and were clearly visible when swollen.

At that moment she could feel the sharp throbbing at the sides of her head come once for every beat of her racing heart.

She had her second orgasm in less than a minute.

This was followed with remarkable swiftness by her third.

Michele was making desperate whining and whimpering noises as her orgasms got closer and closer together.

At this point Bernard could feel his hot sticky semen swimming around his testicles impatiently.

The handsome brute of a man could feel a little tickle at the very base of his enormous pole of manhood.

He knew that that tickle would only get worse until his orgasm reached the point of inevitability.

Bernard was somewhat surprised at the rate at which his sexual tension was growing toward saturation.

He could tell that he was entering the home-stretch of the fuck and cranked up his hips movements to full-tilt.

He kicked his cock into overdrive and let her cunt have it as hard and fast as he could, the muscles in his broad back rippling masculinity.

He released his grip on her underbelly and slid his hands slowly further up under her sweet body.

He moved his hands to her breasts, which looked even larger when the force of gravity was in their favor.

He positioned her erect throbbing nipples against the centers of his palms and opened his fingers wide.

Bernard had to stretch his hands as large as he could get them to clutch all of her breast flesh at the same time.

He fondled and massaged her fits as he rammed his loins hard against her welt-covered buttocks.

Her ass cheeks quaked with each slapping contact.

The tip of his prick repeatedly rammed her cervix and the back of her cunt.

She felt like she was coming clitorally and deep-vaginally simultaneously and screamed once again.

Soon it got to the point where the woman could no longer tell when one orgasm ended and the next began.

It felt like she was having one continuous come rather than a series of shorter ones strung together.

She saw sparks floating in the blackness of her inner eyelids.

"I CAN'T! I CAN'T! I CAN'T STOP COMING!" she screamed.

She knew that her orgasms were not going to stop until Bernard ended the act by spilling his seed.

She knew that her ultimate physical pleasure would continue until Bernard brought an end to the savage fuck.

She could tell by the sounds Bernard was making that he wasn't going to be able to fuck for much longer.

He was moaning and groaning with each panting exhale, and each moan rose in both volume and pitch.

"NO! NO! NO!" Michele screamed, wondering if it were possible to pass-out and lose consciousness because of the intensity of her sensation.

She was finding it very difficult to breathe, and wondered why all of the air had been sucked from the room.

The man was moving his clenched ass cheeks back and forth so fast that they appeared a blur to the naked eye.

The woman could feel herself becoming drenched with sweat. Sometimes sex was a lot of physical labor.

Her muscles had been tensed and trembling for so long she knew she would be exhausted when the fuck was over.

The woman could tell that she would need a long time to recover and become alert after the completed intercourse.

Bernard could feel the tickle getting much worse at the base of his ramming rod, and he knew the time had come for him to blow his wad.

He thrust his cock all the way inside her cunt so that her inner lips were gripping at his cock's base.

His balls were on fire as they dangled low below his cock between his thighs.

His pubies were pressed very hard against her ravaged ass cheeks.

Michele could feel his cock spasming against her stretched cunt walls as the come moved from his scrotum to his long, thick phallus.

This triggered her final orgasm of the fuck — her umpteenth — but this one was the best of all.

She knew they were coming together, so for a short moment they would be sharing a common moment of bliss.

Bernard could feel his volcano erupt and his molten lava began to shoot toward his cock tip fast.

His piss hole dilated and he moved her tits with his hands so that they were pressed firmly together.

Her breasts were elongated, making the cleavage between them long and deep, as he pressed them in this manner.

He could feel her cunt pulsating around his spasming pole, sucking his fuck juices out of his dong.

He felt like she was going to suck his balls as dry as a desert by the time she finished tugging at his lance.

He arched his back and threw back his head as his face contorted with his bliss — his face now as red as hers.

His skin was shiny from the hot perspiration that had oozed from all of his pores during the hot hump.

His eyes closed tightly and his back teeth clenched together so tight that his jaw muscles protruded.

He trembled and his mouth fell gaping open as the boiling sperm shot out of his gaping piss hole.

Michele could feel that hot sticky silver seed bathing the inside of her hot, orgasming poontang, and she felt as if there were only one orgasm and she and her husband were sharing it equally.

Then the moment of passion was over and they both felt their ecstasy being replaced by the warm contentment of their afterglow.

Michele could feel Bernard's cock immediately lose its urgent rigidity after the come stopped spurting.

He left his prick inside her until his prick was only semi-erect before pulling it out of her pussy.

He looked down at his cock to see that it was all wet and sticky from his own come and her cunt juice.

He gave her a sharp slap on her already sore ass cheeks.

Michele collapsed on her belly, feeling badly out of breath.

She had been unable to breathe during the fuck and had a lot of oxygen to replace.

The air in the bedroom felt cool on the couple's wet skin.

She felt her heartbeat slowing gradually to normal with her afterglow. Michele rolled over on her back so she could look at Bernard.

Her eyes were only barely open, slightly puffy slits.

Her lips appeared swollen as she turned their corners upward.

She looked at her sadistic mate with a sleepy smile.

"Was I good enough for you?" Michele asked subserviently.

"Fine. Just fine," Bernard said gruffly as he climbed off the bed.

Michele would have to wait until he was horny again before she could plan on receiving any of his attention.

She decided that a shower was in order and got off the bed to throw a bathrobe over her shoulders.

Bernard quickly put his clothes back on so he could go downstairs and resume his television viewing.

Michele moved out of the room and into the bathroom where she closed the door securely behind her.

Sometimes she wished that Bernard was a loving, affectionate, caressing sort who would touch her gently and whisper sweet nothings in her shell-like ears during those contented moment after sex.

But she told herself that she should be grateful for what she had. She knew that she got off on having sex with her husband a hell of a lot more than most women her age.

She slipped the robe back off and hung it carefully on a hook behind the bathroom door, so that the dark blue robe blocked her view of the full-length mirror that was mounted there.

She pulled back the translucent shower curtain and turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature so it was just right.

Michele liked her showers to be very hot after sex.

She loved to fill the bathroom with a thick fog of steam.

Michele liked her post-sex showers to be just short of scalding.

That way they seemed to sooth her inevitable wounds more completely.

She stepped into the shower and turned her back to the spray.

Michele winced as the water struck her reddened buttocks.

But she knew that those wounds would soon feel a lot better, and she could tell that sitting was not going to be a major hassle the next day.

She soaked her long dark hair so that it clung to her shoulders and to her back between her rather sharp shoulder blades.

She reached down into the soap dish and pressed her toes against the white porcelain in the bottom of the tub.

She lathered her breasts and let out a shivering moan as she stroked her own nipples for a second.

She washed her ass, which was already feeling better than it had when she entered the bathroom.

Michele moved her feet as far apart as she could get them in the tub, pressing her anklebones against the sides.

She then shuddered as she ran the white slippery soap up and down the insides of her spread thighs.

She bent at the knees a little as she ran one end of the bar of soap up and down her cunt lips.

She could feel her post-orgasmic afterglow being replaced at that moment by a rekindled passion in her cunt.

She wondered what Bernard would think if he knew she often gave herself sexual pleasure while showering.

She figured that Bernard would be pissed off if he knew that she masturbated.

Almost everything pissed him off. He would think that she didn't get off enough on him and needed additional pleasure, which would be a blow to his fragile ego. She always touched herself in private.

Michele placed the soap at the mouth of her fuck hole and pushed it in between the lips with arched fingertips.

The bar of soap disappeared inside her cunt for a second.

By tensing her inner cunt muscles hard she made the bar of soap come shooting out of her pink pussy.

She did this several times before she placed the soap back in the soap-dish and pressed her forefinger against her clit.

She rolled her love button in a slow sensuous circle, feeling her sexual desire growing in leaps and bounds.

She touched herself lightly at first.

Soon she increased the pressure.

She flicked her fingertip back and forth against her little man in the boat.

She bit her bottom lips very hard as her muscles tensed.

She wanted to stifle her urge to scream out with pleasure.

Michele did not want to risk Bernard hearing her outbursts of joy.

She could feel her cunt explode into fiery pleasure.

Her face contorted and her knees trembled with her clitoral come.

She kept pressing on her clit until the spasms were over.

The woman finished washing herself and rinsed off completely before she turned off the water and stepped out of the tub.

She dried herself off slowly with a large white bath towel, opening the bathroom door to let out the steam.

The mirror was fogged over.

The air in the hall felt frigid.

She had a mischievous smile on her face as she got dressed and headed downstairs to finish the dinner dishes.



Chapter 3

Melinda Madison — more commonly known as Mindy — was the oldest of the girls, and was growing up to look just like her mother.

Her breasts were large and her hair was long and black. Her eyes were large and had the same playful twinkle in them.

Melinda had a reputation with the boys of Rushdale as a good sport. She had not been a virgin in some time.

Melinda always thought that the stuff she heard about staying chaste until she found Mr. Right was pure bullshit.

She knew that her desires were just as strong as the guys, and she saw no reason why everyone couldn't have a good time.

In order to tease boys, she would have to tease herself as well, and that always seemed stupid to Mindy.

She was seeing a number of guys that spring, but her favorite date was a boy named MacIntyre Symms.

She was out with MacIntyre that night and she knew that she was going to get some steamy sex in before the evening was through.

MacIntyre was the quarterback on the Rushdale High School football team and the pitcher on the baseball team.

Along with being the school's sports hero, Mindy thought that he was the handsomest boy in the whole town.

She had taken some teasing about moving to Caledonia, since the two schools had always been bitter rivals.

MacIntyre had picked up Mindy in his green Pinto hatchback earlier, and they had gone straight to the local lover's lane to park.

The spot was called — appropriately enough — Sex Hill.

The hill was so high that one could see the lights from Rochester on the horizon to the north.

MacIntyre was tall, blonde and had deep blue eyes that made Mindy's insides feel as if they were turning to ginger-ale.

"It's warm night," MacIntyre said.

"Do you have a blanket?"

"Uh huh."

"Good, let's fuck outside under the stars."

MacIntyre loved the idea and got out of the car.

The AM radio was blasting out rock and roll music.

MacIntyre and Melinda had been out a number of times before so he wasn't worried about whether or not he would score.

Melinda wanted all the guys to know that she was "easy."

She had heard that boys didn't like to go out with girls who got around, but her experience had shown the exact opposite to be true.

Ever since she had started being an active sexual a****l she had found that her popularity had increased a lot.

She knew that MacIntyre Symms — for example — never went out with a girl unless he was sure of getting his rocks off.

Melinda was smart enough to know that teenage boys were a horny lot and they quickly wearied of prick teases who gave them blue balls and made them walk home with a limp.

MacIntyre went to the back of his car and pulled out a blanket so he could spread it out in the grass next to the car on the plateau atop Sex Hill.

Melinda thought that the spring when it was starting to get warm was the best time to fuck beneath the stars.

She knew that once the summer came and the nights got hot, the bugs would make it uncomfortable to be outside.

"Why don't you take off your clothes," MacIntyre said. "I'm dying to see those fabulous tits of yours."

Melinda could feel a blush of pride make her face turn hot as the blonde jock complimented her large firm breasts.

"I'll get naked if you will," Melinda said, tilting her head a little to one side, almond-shaped dark brown eyes twinkling with her naughty urges.

She cocked her hips to one side, feeling her nipples pressing against the front of her blouse.

She never wore a bra, her tits lifting a separating more than adequately on their own, so one could always tell when her silver-dollar sized nipples were growing into erections from her hominess.

Like her mother's, Melinda's nipples pointed slightly upward, and grew to twice their normal size when she was feeling sexually excited.

"It's a deal," MacIntyre said.

She untucked her blouse and began to unbutton from the top.

MacIntyre licked his lips with the tip of his tongue to moisten them as he waited to see those fantastic tits in the blue moonlight.

Melinda could feel an ache growing in her pussy and she had a great desire to touch herself between the legs.

She finished unbuttoning her blouse and pulled it open so the handsome blonde teenage boy could see them.

They both thought that it was a perfect night for fucking.

Sex Hill was a very beautiful place — perfect for passion.

On this night there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

The moon was full and shone bright upon the young lovers.

MacIntyre could already feel his balls swelling and aching as if filled with impatient insects.

His scrotal sack felt filled to the brim with come.

"I feel like I've got a hair-trigger tonight," MacIntyre said.

He pulled his Tee-shirt up over his head and threw it onto the hood of the green Pinto hatchback.

"Why don't I give you a blow job first so you will be able to keep it up longer when you fuck me," Melinda suggested.

MacIntyre thought that he was going to cream right in his jeans when he heard the little black haired girl say those words.

He wondered why all of the girls in the world couldn't understand boys as well as Melinda. Girls like her were sadly few and far between. She loved to give pleasure as much as she loved to receive it.

Melinda didn't believe in playing cat and mouse games with her body like most of the teenage girls in Rushdale, and that was just fine with MacIntyre.

He knew that her attitude toward sex was a sign of maturity.

He was glad that he was with her that night. He couldn't think of any other girl he would have rather fucked.

"Sounds great!" MacIntyre exclaimed enthusiastically.

"I thought you would like that idea," Melinda said, reaching down to unbutton the top of her jeans as she kicked off her shoes.

Melinda's fingernails were long like her mother's, but she never wore polish on them — a matter of taste.

MacIntyre reached down to pull off his sneakers.

His cock was fully engorged inside the crotch of his pants.

He shivered as he thought of the girl putting her hot mouth on his prick.

Melinda did not feel like a martyr or anything like that when she sucked a guy's cock until he came.

She liked to suck dick. She liked the way a prick felt on her mouth, and had even learned to take a prick in her throat.

She always swallowed a guy's come rather than spit it out, not only because she knew it felt better for the guy but because she simply loved the flavor of a guy's fuck cream as it pumped down her gullet toward her belly.

Melinda could feel her pussy swelling and getting wet.

She knew that her pussy would be more than ready for his prick when it came time for her to violate her fuck hole. She could feel her clitoris swelling and pushing out from under its pink fleshy sheath, quivering at the tip of her slit.

She pulled off her pants and stood on the blanket, clutching at the cloth with her wiggling toes.

The boy pulled off his own pants and his cock came springing out from his loins, sticking way out in front of him at attention.

"Your cock looks delicious," Melinda said sweetly.

She puckered her lips and drew in cool air — producing a low whistling noise of feminine appreciation.

"Taste it," MacIntyre said, moving to the blanket.

He was a foot taller than her making her look even tinier.

Melinda dropped to her knees in front of him so that her face was at crotch. level.

The entire length of his healthy young cock was bobbing up and down and he put his hands on his hips.

He moved his feet a little. more than shoulder width apart on the blanket and bent at the knees so he was standing with his hips out in front of the rest of his body, throwing back his shoulders, tilting his chin upward and arching his back sharply. The little girl placed her fingertips on the base of his scrotal sack and lifted his heavy balls.

He moaned and shuddered at the intimate contact as the little girl began to kiss lightly at the insides of his muscular thighs.

Melinda's hands were tiny so that she could not clutch his entire scrotum at the same time no matter how far apart she spread her fingers.

She started down by his knees and kissed her way upward, getting ever closer to his swollen testicles.

She parted her full sensuous lips and allowed the tip of her tongue to protrude so she could lick the wrinkled sack.

MacIntyre's pubic hair was just as light as the hair on his head, which made the darkness of his engorged prick more apparent.

She placed the tip of her tongue on the wrinkled sack and began to flick it back and forth rapidly.

She made her tiny licks as gentle as she could, knowing that his hypersensitivity was greatly amplifying the sensations she caused.

The muscles in his thick thighs tensed and he bent a little more at the knees as she lapped happily at his balls.

She got her tongue under the sack so she could lick at the patch of skin between his balls and his asshole.

"Oh yeah, baby. Feels so good," MacIntyre said, closing his eyes and throwing back his head so that he was facing the cloudless night sky.

She switched to the flat part of her tongue and licked at the dangling wrinkled sack until it was wet and shiny from her spilled spittle.

She bobbed his balls up and down on her fingertips with her palm turned upward toward the full moon.

She looked as if she were trying to determine how much his glands of manhood weighed as she did this.

Melinda could see that there were little short and curly blonde hairs growing directly out of the sack.

She got one of those hairs between the thumb and forefinger on her right hand and gave it a gentle tug.

"Suck my balls, Mindy, God, it's not going to take much to make me come. I swear!" MacIntyre screamed.

She opened her mouth far.

She relaxed her lips and made her mouth cottony.

She knew she would have to be careful while sucking his balls.

She knew how easily she could hurt the boy if she sucked too hard.

She got his right testicle between her lips and sucked slowly and steadily, drawing in her cheeks.

She kept her tongue busy and flicked the tip across the nut even as she sucked on it, and the boy let out several deep moans of pleasure.

She repeated the process with the other ball and she could tell by the way he was breathing and fussing that he needed some attention on his prick.

The little teenage black haired girl could feel her cunt juice spilling out of her twat as she placed her fingertips on the underside of his cock and pushed it upward until the tip was pinned against his belly several inches above his navel.

There were veins running thick and blue along the underside of his rod, all the way from the base to the glans.

She loved the way his cock throbbed against her fingertips as she massaged his cock up and down gingerly.

The little girl stopped sucking his nuts and placed her tongue tip at the base of his dong on the underside.

She flicked the tip back and forth — fast and light as before — and straightened her back as her mouth worked upward toward the purple tip.

"God, you do this good. Where did you get that mouth?" MacIntyre said, his voice a little shaky from his passion.

She knew that MacIntyre's cock was a lot thicker than most guy's cocks, and she would have to open her mouth as far as she could get it in order to fit the purple head between her stretched lips.

She used the flat part of her tongue to lick his cock shaft as if it were an all-day sucker, and the boy was trembling furiously, begging for her throat with the little whimpering noises he was making.

She allowed his cock head to come away from his belly so she could roll her tongue lazily over it.

She could see in the blue moonlight that the piss hole at the tip of his prick was opening and closing like a tiny mouth.

Melinda used the very tip of her tongue, which the concentrated on keeping as pointy as possible, to playfully lick at the piss hole.

"SUCK ME!" MacIntyre called out.

He was desperate.

He was begging.

He needed to come so bad he could taste it.

He placed his hands on top of her head as she lowered his cock head to her hungry hot mouth.

Melinda concentrated on relaxing the muscles in her jaw.

She opened her mouth as far as she could, so that the corners of her lips were pulled taut.

She felt like she was saying, "AHHH!" while sitting in the dentist's chair.

She plunged forward with her head, moving her right hand to the base of his pole where she gripped his snugly.

She squeezed his cock rhythmically to simulate his natural throbbing.

The boy was making loud whimpering noises. He could tell that she would only have to suck him for a matter of seconds before he would blow his top.

She thrust forward with her head, feeling MacIntyre's strong fingers move to the base of her skull.

His cock was so thick that her fingers barely made it all the way around.

She moved her left hand to his wet balls and clutched him there securely.

She wrapped her lips around the ring of scar tissue at the tip of his cock and began to suck noisily.

She was going to suck his come right out of his balls as her smooth dark cheeks hollowed from the vacuum she created inside her oral cavity.

She used the tip of her tongue to lick at the tip as she concentrated on relaxing the muscles in her throat.

She wanted him to stick the entire length of his phallus into her mouth and thus deep into her throat.

She knew that it would end up being more like him fucking her face than her giving him a blow job.

But that was okay. Melinda had known for a long time that she was the kind of girl who liked to get fucked in all three of her sex holes.

Although Melinda did not know it, she was one of the few high school girls in the area who liked to get fucked in the asshole, a fact which did a great deal to help her popularity with the local boys.

Melinda offered variety as well as satisfaction to the boys she dated.

MacIntyre pressed forward with his hips, tensing the muscles in his ass cheeks, holding her firmly at the back of her head.

When Melinda first began offering her throat to boys it hurt like hell and made her gag and cry.

But she had learned to use her throat muscles to give pleasure, and had learned to force her own pain into the back of her mind so that she hardly noticed it.

The boy could feel the little girl's stretched open lips pushing toward the base of his large cock.

At the same time he was pressing the tip of his cock deeper into her throat where the muscles squeezed and tugged him.

She used her tongue to caress him as much as she could considering it was pressed against the bottom of her mouth by the girth of his rod.

The little girl took the whole prick inside her mouth and made a muffled grunting noise as MacIntyre began to fuck in and out.

Her eyes watered a little, but not enough for the tears to fall down onto her smooth dark cheeks.

She moved her knees back on the blanket so the could straighten her throat and make the face fuck more comfortable for both of them.

The boy eased his prick in and out about - five times when all of his muscles tensed and Melinda knew she was about to be fed a hot meal.

She jerked back with her head so that only the tip of his prick was inside her mouth at the point of orgasm.

She made a fist around the base of his prick and pumped up and down on the rod to enhance the intensity of his climax.

She continued to squeeze his balls and all of a sudden her mouth was filled with his steamy cream.

She puffed out her dark cheeks and began to swallow as hard as she could in a vain attempt to keep all of the juice inside her mouth.

But the initial blast of man come was enormous and she could feel the goo oozing from the corners of her mouth.

The thick white semen rolled down onto her chin to cool and some dripped off and fell onto the wrist that clutched his balls.

She loved the taste of come. It was refreshing. It was salty and fishy and a little bitter. It reminded her of the beach when the tide was out.

She could feel the thick fuck creaming rolling down her hot throat with the texture of raw egg whites.

She could feel a warm spot forming in the pit of her stomach where MacIntyre's come was gathering in a ball of contentment.

"SUCK IT DOWN! DRINK MY COME!"

MacIntyre screamed just before he howled at the full moon as if he were about to sprout hair all over his body and turn into a werewolf.

Melinda had read that a guy's come was almost one-hundred percent protein and was actually very good for little girls like herself-to drink.

She knew that there were a lot of girls who refused to drink down come because they thought it was disgusting.

Some didn't like the taste and some thought it was humiliating and degrading to be fed by a boy in that manner.

Melinda couldn't help but think those girls were fools.

She could feel herself getting healthier as she sucked down his load.

After the initial blast of spunk, the come was not as plentiful, and Melinda had no trouble keeping it all inside her mouth.

She sucked his cock head, squeezed his balls, and pumped the shaft of his prick until his come was through.

All of his muscles relaxed and she could feel her jaw close a little as his cock head lost some of its thickness. She could tell that it would only be seconds before the force of gravity had an effect on his cock head.

She slowly pulled her mouth away from his prick, stopping when her upper lip was an inch away from his piss hole.

The little girl could see that there was a string of come connecting her lip and his hole, making a bridge.

She pulled back with her neck and shoulders a little more until that string broke in the center.

Half fell onto his deflating cock head and the other half fell onto her upper tooth.

She pumped his prick a couple of times and saw a watery bead of post-orgasmic juice form at the little hole.

Melinda licked this away with a single swipe of her tongue.

She wanted all of his come to be in her belly where it belonged.

She could see that there was a thin film of semen covering his glans and she used the flat part of her tongue to lick this away also.

By the time the was done licking him the only thing making his cock wet was the saliva from her tongue.

She released her grip on his balls and his cock and looked up at him with a happy smile crossing her face.

"Did that feel good?" she asked — but she already knew the answer to the question.

"Oh, babycakes, you are the best," MacIntyre said, running his fingers through her thick black hair.

She rose to her feet and got up on her toes, tilting her chin upward, so they could kiss passionately.

MacIntyre could see that there was some of his come on her chin.

He licked her face clean, and this — naturally —- turned into a wet, sloppy tongue-kiss.



Chapter 4

"Let's sprawl out on the blanket so we can be more comfortable," MacIntyre said in a quiet voice.

Even though there was no one around for miles he spoke as if the two of them were sharing sexy secrets.

"Okie-dokie!" the little girl said cheerfully and got on her back on the blanket with her legs straight out in front of her, her thighs parted to a perfect ninety degree angle.

The boy - crawled beside her so - he could caress the front of her body freely and kiss her at the same time.

They flicked the tips of their tongues together, Melinda already breathless with the passion she felt in her pussy.

"My cunt is so fucking hot, MacIntyre," she said.

"I know how to make it get even hotter," MacIntyre said quietly.

"How's that?" Melinda asked, caressing his temples.

"With my tongue," MacIntyre said, licking her lower lips.

"Oooh, the thought makes me all tingly!" she exclaimed.

The handsome boy showered her face with tender peck kisses and began to kiss and lick along the sides of her neck.

He licked at her ear and made her squeal with pleasure as he stuck his - tongue inside, being bold and curious with his pink taster.

He began to massage her tits as he kissed down her throat.

He got her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

MacIntyre pinched lightly at her nipples for awhile.

He then increased the pressure until there were sexy twinges of pain mixed with Melinda's pleasure.

Melinda was not a full-fledged sexual submissive like her mother, but she - had noticed that she liked it when guys were a little rough with her.

Melinda did not like being treated as if she were fragile.

MacIntyre pulled both erections at the same time.

The skin around the nipples was pulled taut.

He breasts were pulled upward and made pointy.

He released the nipples simultaneously and allowed them to snap back into position.

He removed his fingers and went after her tits with his mouth.

MacIntyre's light blonde hair was the sort that bleached almost white in the summer sunshine.

His skin was fair and he had to suffer through several sunburns before the tanning process would begin.

Melinda ran her slim fingers through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp with her long nails.

Melinda often found herself wondering about her sister Marlene. Marlene was less than a year younger than Mindy, but she was miles behind when it came to awareness of her own sexuality.

Melinda and Marlene were not only sisters who shared "the same bedroom, but -they were also best friends.

They knew all of each other's secrets. Melinda knew that her sister had never gone all the way with a boy.

She said she was frightened, which Melinda thought was silly.

"I don't like being a tease," Marlene had said. "But every time I think about having a huge cock shoved up me like that I get all tense and I know that I could never enjoy it. It is supposed to hurt the first time, right?"

"You are being so silly," Melinda had said. "The pain only lasts for a second and then there is a lifetime of great pleasure."

But Marlene had just shaken her head from side to side as if she didn't understand and the older sister had decided to drop the matter.

MacIntyre stuck his tongue out of his mouth as far as he could get it and placed the tip on Mindy's right nipple.

He flicked back and forth across it making it very difficult for the black haired girl to keep her hips still.

She was gyrating her ass against the blanket as MacIntyre rolled his tongue over her erect nipple.

The boy then opened his mouth and lowered his head so he could suck the feminine erection as hard as he could.

He drew the nipple deep between his lips as he sucked, never taking the tip of his tongue from the hard rosebud.

"BITE! BITE! BITE!" Melinda screamed up and the summer sky, her eyes closing tightly, her palms moving to his strong shoulders.

She gripped at his muscles until her knuckles turned white and thrashed her head so that her hair got in her face.

The boy got his teeth on that throbbing nipple and gave - her a series of sharp love bites that filled her torso with a divine combination of pleasure and pain.

He pulled at her nipple with his teeth and released it, noticing that it had grown to be nearly-an inch long.

He repeated the process with the other nipple until Melinda could feel her cunt juices being produced in a steady flow.

At first her honey-like juice had gathered between her slightly curled back inner labia at the base of her slit.

That juice had soon dripped from her poontang's base over the inch long patch of tissue between her pussy and her tight puckered asshole.

She could tell that there would be a big wet spot on the blanket by the time MacIntyre got his head between her slim shapely legs.

MacIntyre showered her large firm tits with sucking kisses before he began to kiss his way down her belly.

Her heart was pounding and her breathing was short and rapid.

Her chest and belly heaved up and down with her passion.

The handsome blonde boy massaged her tits with both hands as he stuck his tongue inside her dimpled bellybutton.

He kissed and sucked at her abdomen as Melinda strained to get her slim thighs even further apart.

The boy's nostrils flared as he picked up the musky scent of the little girl's aroused womanhood.

He could already feel the ache in his balls returning and he knew it wouldn't be long before the blood of his arousal began to pump back into his currently flaccid cock.

The boy had no worries. He knew that his dong would be stiff and ready by the time he had to fuck her tight cunt. "Do you like the way it smells?" Melinda asked him.

"Oh yes, very much. It makes me horny," MacIntyre said.

"I'll bet it tastes just as good," Melinda said.

MacIntyre could tell that this was a less-than-subtle hint.

Melinda had very little pubic hair growing above her pussy slit.