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

Chapter 6

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Today, nothing," he assured her.

"And after today?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Then say it," he insisted, quietly.

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

"Please?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now she put them into sentences in her mind.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Eeeyyyaaahhi! Heeaaggh! Yaih!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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