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

Chapter 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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