"Step-Daughter Initiation" - читать интересную книгу автора (Thomas Milford)

Chapter 11

Uptight, prim, puritanical Maryann Rheingold should have felt guilty, but she didn't. Her cunt was aching for cock. This was what her new husband had done to her, and he hadn't been around to "scratch her itch." It was different when she was working and had something with which to occupy her mind, but all alone at home, with only her thoughts to keep her company, Maryann found the waiting intolerable.

When the paperboy came around to collect, Maryann had no trouble seducing the short, blond twelve-year-old. It was five-thirty in the afternoon, and she needed what she was getting or she'd go out of her mind.

Myron, the paperboy, was totally naked, and he was fucking her on top of the dining room table. It was a much smaller pecker than the one to which she had become used, but any cock in an emergency. Yes, she should have felt some guilt pangs, but she was unable to do so.

She screeched, feeling passion mix with agonizing lust as the young boy's thrusting penis forced its way into her tight vagina. Maryann's cunt could tighten enough so a pin would have difficulty fitting into her. This was why she was able to take the young boy's cock and enjoy it so.

Myron, the paperboy, was overjoyed. Like all boys his age, he knew about sex, talked about it with his friends, and even whacked off. He'd never dreamed he'd be going this far with a woman so soon! Heck! Who was he to turn away when an offer like this was being made? He just kept pushing his prick into her.

"Just push it in," Maryann told him. "Stop hesitating. Shove it all the way in." And in it went, slamming as far into her as it was able to go.

"Gee," the kid gasped, "it's so soft and mushy in there, like I'm pushing into melted butter."

"And you're so hot and hard," Maryann gasped.

The bay pulled back and lunged again, stuffing his throbbing cock into her burning pussy. Maryann yelped loudly in his ear, bouncing her hips to meet the thrust of the young boy's penis. Thrills shot through her as the short length of slender prick ran as far as it was able into her seething cunt. Her walls were so tightly constricted, the penis felt almost as good as that of her husband.

She was boiling hot, and her orgasm was almost there. The boy sensed his sperm starting to bubble and knew he'd be shooting almost instantly. Maryann expected it. The first time any male shoved is penis into a vagina he came rather quickly, and her own seething pussy was so hot her own climax was on the verge of arriving.

The boy was pumping rhythmically into her, now. Her hot cunt sucked at his cock as eagerly as any calf pulling at its mother's udder.

Maryann's body lunged upward, her vagina slamming into the boy's pelvis repeatedly as her long, slender limbs surrounded his body, tugging him more tightly against her. The boy sensed her vulva opening and closing, opening and closing, taut lips designed for sucking and pulling. The tightness of the woman's cunt made him feel as if she might vacuum him right into her. Her pussy-lips seemed to cling to his cock with the tightness of a vise.

Maryann felt the boy's small palms against her shoulders, doing his best to pin her down as he continued pounding his meat into her. She felt his cock swelling and knew the spunk was rising in him. There was no way to slow it down, nor was there any way to deter her from reaching her own pinnacle. Then, as he stroked forward one final time, the sperm erupted from his throbbing cock, unleashing itself into her hungering cunt.

"Wowwweee!" the boy screamed. "Yoww!"

"Eeeeyyyyyaaaagghh!" Maryann screamed, and her body felt the spurts of the boy's jism sizzle into her. She continued raising and lowering her body, clasping and unclasping her thighs around the boy.

Damn! Damn! Damn! It was almost as good as doing it with Herb. Almost, but not quite. In any case it cooled her off… a little. All she had to do was get the boy off her, get dressed, hurry him Out of the house, and she'd be all right when Herb and Wendy got back.

But even as she thought this, with the young boy still on top of her, she heard the sound of the front door opening, and a moment later her daughter and husband were standing over her, looking down. Maryann wanted to die.