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developed strong feeling for her step father Herb after her parents
honeymoon had come to an end. Her stepfather grew fond of her and
gave her treats each time her mother, Emily went out of town. It was
not long before she started experiencing sexual pleasure with her
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.
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.
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.
the moment, Herb, his wife Emily, and Emily's daughter by a previous
marriage, Wendy, were relaxing on deck. Emily, tall, slender, with
jet-black hair, had an excellent figure, and didn't mind showing it
off wearing the briefest of bikinis.
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.
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.
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 Emily, 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 Emily soon learned it was an illusion.
Emily's daughter, was a tiny little •thing, with long, medium-brown
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. Emily 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.
bottle of champagne sat in an ice bucket on a small deck table
Evening was already coming on as Emily drank her last glass, emptying
the bottle. She was a little high and becoming animated in her
such a beautiful evening," she said. "And this is such a
call it Lake Emily, after you," her husband smiled, putting down
his own champagne glass.
turned to look at her new husband, whom she was certain she was able
to control and said, "Thank you, darling. I appreciate that."
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.
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.
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.
girl went inside, shutting the small doors behind her.
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
think we should get ready for bed," Emily murmured, getting to
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."
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, Emily 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
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.
Herb Rheingold's courtship, Emily 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.
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 Emily found herself
in a funk, unable to fight off his moving fingers.
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. Emily sensed his need to undress her completely at that
moment, and she was too aroused to fight him.
her back to him, Emily felt her husband's eyes wandering over her
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 younger lads with huge sacks
supported by their bras. She, Emily, had exercised every day since
her breasts had started budding. She even insisted Wendy do the same
a result, her high, round breasts were as firm now as they had been
when they'd first been completely formed.
the look on her husband's face, Emily 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.
... 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. Emily 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. Emily thought her legs had given way beneath her and she was
floating into her husband's arms.
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 Emily 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.
... ahhhh ... " she sighed. "It's so nice here. I wish we
never had to leave." Her voice was a seductive whisper.
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.
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.
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.
teeth nipped at the full, blood-bloated nipple, and her other breast
felt the warmth of his hand as his palm cupped it.
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.
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.
finger continued poking lower and lower until it made contact with
the tiny hard extension of her clitoris.
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
no, it was all right.
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 Emily'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.
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,
Emily 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 Emily 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, Emily 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.
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. Emily wanted
this marriage to work. It meant security, but it was coming to mean
than once, when she had licked an ice cream cone, she had caught
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.
with all that champagne in her, Emily 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,
Emily was totally aware of the pulsing head of his penis, pushing
against the fabric as if ready to tear its way free.
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.
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.
her hips rose of their own volition in an effort to suck the hungry
finger into her.
... 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 Emily 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.
ground her pelvis at his hand in a sensual rhythm of self-indulgent
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.
guided by the fantastic titillations caused by her husband's long,
vibrating finger in her pussy, Emily 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.
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.
Herb lifted his head from Emily'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.
enjoyed the way he teased her body, taunting her with his lips and
was something she always loved. But this evening it was all so
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.
She ached to feel the evening breeze across the lips of her cunt.
writhed as her husband's left hand moved smoothly down her hips.
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 Emily 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.
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
Emily 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.
was reluctant to feel his finger slide from the depths of her hot,
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. Emily cooperated fully with her husband, lifting her
full, rounded buttocks off the deck to make the removal easier.
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.
God, Emily thought. What on earth was the man doing?
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
face came closer and closer. Emily 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.
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.
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.
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 Emily 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
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
was jolted back to reality. Emily 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.
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!" she wailed in a plaintive voice.
wail sent a covey of birds skyward. Other night birds answered.
struggled to get herself under control. She tugged her loins from her
husband's advancing face. When she saw Herb's surprised look, Emily
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.
Herb," she gasped, twisting away, unable to look at him. "That's
such an awful thing to do. Terrible!"
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!
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?"
by her husband's sudden anger, Emily felt like sinking through the
deck into the cabin below. God! She had been right in stopping him!
She had no choice.
she had to do something, anything. This marriage had to last. Her
mind reached out for something to do.
she said, shuddering. "I... uhhh... just can't wait any longer.
I... uhhh... want it now.
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!
had to do something dynamic, and do it in a hurry!
at him, Emily 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.
Emily 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
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
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
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.
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.
came to Emily 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.
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.
he said. "You want to be fucked. Fine with me."
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. Emily 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.
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.
that moment Emily 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.
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.
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
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.
jerked his hips forward and rammed his pulsing penis between her
tender inner thighs, feeling he was unable to wait any longer.
it in," she heard him say. Her husband was almost spitting the
She felt more ashamed of herself than ever for having led him on.
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.
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.
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. Emily 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
pain, and she remembered how open she was to his lascivious,
he told her, an icy calm in his voice. "Put that penis in, now!"
commanding tone let Emily 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.
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, Emily felt Herb push his hips
forward. The penis was slightly off-target.
didn't go in, so Emily had to grab it and guide it again.
on, come on," he was gasping, his voice heavy with passion.
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.
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.
her buttocks involuntarily, shifting her position a little, Emily
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.
Emily 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.
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.
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
he thought. I have to bury all of it in her, right away!
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.
feeling it sink deeper and deeper, knew she couldn't keep holding it.
against her better judgment, she opened her fingers and let go. Now
it was free to drive unimpeded into the sucking depths of her
slammed his hips forward, using all his pent-up strength. He shoved
his rocksolid 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. Emily'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.
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.
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.
then his sperm-swollen balls swung forward to slap noisily between
her widespread, licentious thighs. "Wait... wait... " Emily
was begging, aching to feel her vagina once again adjust to her
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.
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
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.
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 eggshaped testicles within
swelled to greater proportions.
she wanted to beg him to pound into her cunt more vigorously.
having been fucked in this debasing position, Emily 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. Emily 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. Emily pressed her face into the rubber mat;
hoping, praying he still loved her.
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.
mind dwelt on one thing, their mutual satisfaction.
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
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.
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,
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 Emily 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.
Emily 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.
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.
movement of his cock, whether in or out, brought new pleasure to the
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 Emily'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.
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. Emily 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.
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. Emily 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
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.
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.
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.
watched the muscles in her breath-taking asscheeks tighten each time
he slid out.
gasped when his hands gripped her asscheeks and his thumbs sank into
the pliant crevice. Her oval asscheeks spread, and Emily 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. Emily 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 working its way
into her anus.
God! Herb! What are you doing? Anggh! Owww! Ahhh!"
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.
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.
now, Emily had enough sense to keep her mouth shut, save for the lewd
grunts and groans she was unable to stop.
deeper his finger sank, the more wonderful were the feeling running
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. Emily gasped wantonly. It was more than
merely adjusting to the digital invasion of her anus. She wanted the
finger thrust even deeper.
was a new pleasure searing through her body.
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,
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. Emily
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. Emily decided it was almost like having a second penis inside
her. The two probes were keys unlocking the ecstasy stored inside
men went to whores because whores treated them well. Well, why not
like a whore and see if Herb really liked it? If not, he had no one
to blame but himself.
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.
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.
twist made Emily 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.
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.
started spilling out of her, and to her ears it was as if someone
else was doing the rapturous shouting.
yesss... yesss... " her voice echoed through the quiet lake and
into the surrounding trees. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck
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.
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.
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.
Emily gasped. The pressure hose unleashed in her cunt built her
climactic sensations higher and higher.
fiery liquid heat pumped into her seething pussy in a series of hot,
continuing explosions. The hot jism pushed her toward her own climax.
Emily was unable to contain herself. The dual orgasm rippled through
her vagina and rectum together.
was her first climax of any kind, and the woman let the world hear
EEEUUUNNGH!" she shrieked through the darkening sky. Immediately
the loud shrieks of night birds imitated her cry.
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.
a stupid bitch," he whispered between kisses.
know," she murmured back. "I know. I can't help myself.
It's my upbringing."
then, we'll simply have to change your upbringing, won't we?"
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."