Chapter 7
"You really do have a problem on your hands, David dearest," Rita Henshaw giggled as she crouched on all fours between his sinewy, hairy naked thighs and lovingly fondled his rising prick with both soft slim hands, lasciviously swaying her hips from side to side to let him enjoy the sight of her thick-fleeced cunt and her widely spread off-black-nylon-sheathed thighs. Clad only in garter belt and nylons, his black-haired secretary, now his fiancee, had cooked him dinner this Friday evening in her Near North Side apartment and then, leaving the dishes in the sink, eagerly undressed to play the role of love-slave to her adored lord and master-to-be.
"Yes, I do, and I admit it baffles me, Rita." He hadn't told her the entire story about Kristina, of course. He couldn't be sure how she might react. He'd only said that Kristina had turned very jealous at the news of his plans to remarry and had shown him an unusual amount of affection to prove he didn't need a wife.
"One thing you could do," she murmured, "is to send Donald away to a private school, or maybe a military school. I've a hunch there's a sibling rivalry there and Kristina feels he's your favorite."
"You may be right about that. And Don would like the idea of a military school, seeing how crazy he seems to be about his R.O.T.C. at Selmar High."
"That's perfect. And about Kristina, Dave lover, if she stays home with us and knows she's loved by us both, that ought to make her less jealous. Besides, I've got another idea about that, but I'll wait till we're married. Right now, I need my guy, I've needed him all week." She cuddled his prick between her palms, bent her head to implant a wet, prolonged kiss on his throbbing glans, and crawled over him, her legs lewdly straddled, till she was over his up-tilting, inflamed prick. Retaining hold of it at the scrotum with her left hand, she parted the fleshy moist palpitating lips of her ardent cunt with right thumb and forefinger and slowly lowered herself upon his rigid weapon. "Ooooh, darling!" she breathed rapturously as she felt his taut-skinned prick gouge upwards, frictioning her torrid sheath, then slowly sank down till he was buried in her to his heavily laden balls.
Now, balancing herself with her palms on either side of his hips, she arched and lowered herself, turning her svelte tawny-sheened hips lubriciously so as to make his prick scrape the sides of her burning cuntal cavern, her breasts dangling and shuddering, their nipples dark and flinty-tipped with passion.
"And to think I held off all those months just because you worked for me," David Ainsley gasped, reaching up to squeeze and cup Rita's juicy pear-tits.
"I'd like to go on working at least a few months after we get married, Dave dearest," Rita reached back to undo the prim bun of her raven hair and let it tumble in a soft silky swathe down her lovely, sculptured bare back. "But I'll want to help choose my replacement-and it'll be a mature woman you won't be tempted to spank and then fuck."
"Rita Henshaw, I never thought a word like that was in your vocabulary," he teased, arching up to grind his pelvic basin to hers and feel the glorious throbbing tight cohesion between prick and eager clamping cunt.
"There's lots about me you don't know yet, and I'm saving it for when you've made an honest woman out of me," she purred. "I just love being fucked this way, but it's a little wearing on my leg muscles-has your slavegirl her master's permission to lie on top of him and go on from there?"
"Yes, slave-girl, only you'll pay the penalty," he chuckled as Rita felinely stretched out over him, slipping her slim hands under his bottom, and slyly goosing him as she moaned to feel his prick throb and dig to the hilt inside her churning cuntal sheath.
"I'm ready, just do it hard and make me cum, sweetheart," she whispered as she glued her mouth to his and shivered voluptuously as she felt him lock his left arm tightly round her waist, then palpate her tensing oval ass-cheeks with his right palm.
"Slave-girl, I sentence you to be spanked on your naked bottom till you make me cum," he hoarsely announced as he lifted his right hand, then brought it down hard on the top of her left bottom-cheek.
"Oooh, your slave-girl felt that one, master," Rita huskily whispered as she began sinuously to arch and squirm over David Ainsley's naked loins, regulating the in and out progression of his delving prick, her eyes starry and humid with a masochistic fervor. Her fingertip nudged his anus, edged between the puckering lips, and he inflicted a pair of noisy slaps on her right bottom globe which left bright crimson splotches on the tawny-satiny skin and drew stifled, excited gasps from the voluptuous young brunette. Rita at once quickened her wriggling gyrations, foraging her forefinger to the hilt inside his ass hole and waggling it back and forth. Groaning with lustful pleasure, David Ainsley began to spank her haphazardly, and soon her gasps and sobs of excited bliss mingled with his moans of rutting ecstasy as her lithe svelte body threshed and ground, arched and squirmed, hips weaving furiously as her buttocks took on a brilliant red hue from hip0slopes to the tops of her stockinged thighs.
"Ohhh, darling-ahh-David, ooooh, I'm going to cum-oh I can't help it, ohh my bottom, ohh master, it's so good, is it nice for you-ahhh-lover, harder, thrash my naughty bare ass hard as you can now," Rita fairly shouted as she writhed and twisted, whimpering, head tilting back, eyes starry and humid.
With a bellow of fulfillment, David Ainsley felt himself burst volcanically inside her quaking cuntal sheath, as his right hand applied a last furious pair of sonorous smacks to her flaming oval-cheeked ass, and Rita's hips bucked and jerked frenetically as she joined him in the turbulent, shattering climax of mutual orgasmic joy.
It was the second week of June, and David and Rita Ainsley had just returned from a two-week honeymoon in Acapulco. Donald had been treated to a camp vacation in Estes Park, Colorado, joining a group of youngsters his own age who were a contingent from the military school in which he would be enrolled this September. Old Mrs. Weidman had looked after Kristina, who, to tell the truth, had moped about a good deal of that two weeks, dolefully pondering the consequences of being under the possibly repressive thumb of her new, young stepmother.
This bright warm Sunday afternoon, Rita had invited her new stepdaughter to help her unpack, and in the suitcases, to Kristina's delighted surprise, there were several colorful presents bought in Mexico, a multi-colored shawl and a pair of bright-beaded zapatillas, moccasin-like slippers.
"Those are from me, honey," Rita gently explained. "Now I wanted to have this little chat with you all alone, big-girl talk, because I know how you feel about your father."
Kristina's cheeks turned a flaming red and her eyes went very wide. "You-you do?"
"Of course, sweetheart. Believe me, I understand it. After all," the svelte brunette woman winked, "your father is a very sexy man, that's how he got me to say yes. And you're growing up to be such a fine, beautiful young woman, it's perfectly understandable that you should fall in love with him."
Kristina shifted her feet nervously, stared down at the floor, discomfited and not certain what to say.
"I know you want to be loved, honey, and that's natural too," Rita went on softly, an arm round the blonde teenager's waist. "But there are different kinds of love. And you'll learn more about them as you get a little older. I want to let you in on a little secret. I want to give your daddy a baby just as soon as I can. Maybe it'll be a little sister, Kristina dear, and then you can look after her. That way, somebody very important will be entirely dependent on you for love, and it'll be your job to help her grow up."
"Ohh-do-do you mean that, R-Rita?"
"Of course, darling. And by the way, I like your calling me that. I don't ever expect to take your mother's place, but I do want to be like a big sister to you. So you can always come to me with any problem you have and I'll do my very best to help you, understood?"
"Uh huh. R-Rita, I-gee, I think you're just swell."
"All right, darling. Now, I think I can guess your secret too."
"Ohh! W-what?" Kristina gulped, her cheeks fiery with embarrassment.
"I'll bet you've wanted to-well, have sex with Daddy, haven't you?"
"Ohhhh!" Kristina stared incredulously at the alluring brunette.
"I'm not going to pry. But tonight, I'm going to ask your daddy if you can watch us start your new little sister, Kristina darling. Now that's something you can't ever do for Daddy, dearest, but I can. And that, if you want to know the truth, is really why your daddy married me."
Kristina's eyes were shining. "I-I see. Oh, gosh, that'd be terrific-a little sister, and I could learn to take care of her and change her clothes and stuff and maybe even feed her?"
"That's right, honey. Now come on, let's finish my unpacking, and then tonight, when you're ready for bed, you come into Daddy's room. I'm going to ask his permission-but mind you, just this once."
"Oh yes-oh, Rita-I-I love you so, I do, lots!" the enraptured, precocious teenager ecstatically gasped as she flung her arms round her brunette stepmother.
"My God, Rita, you-you mean you actually want to let Kristina watch us fuck?"
"Uh huh, lover. Not only that, I want her to see you spank me and get me ready to start that baby sister for our very wise and beautiful grownup daughter. Once she has someone to look after, David darling, I predict you won't have to worry about her turning into a nymph. But when she's old enough for a fellow, her instincts for love and mating and motherhood will turn her into a perfect wife and sweetheart in bed."
"You're amazing, Rita."
She giggled softly as she reached out to squeeze his already swelling prick through his trousers fly. "I told you, you'd have lots of things to learn about me once we got married, David lover. Such as, the fact that you've already fucked sweet little Kristina at least once."
"Rita-you-how the hell could you know that, did she tell you?" his face turned a furious red.
"She didn't have to, lover. I could read it in what she said and the way she looked whenever I talked about my big strong lover. And now, it's almost time for her to come in, so let's get ready for bed."
As she spoke, Rita began to undress till she stood tall, svelte, sleekly naked before her entranced husband. Then she slowly, tantalizingly donned a diaphanous black net nightie, a wedding gift he had bought her in Acapulco. Then, putting her hands to the back of her head, she undid the stylish bun and let her lustrous black hair tumble about her shoulders, arching out the magnificent pears of her luscious ripe tits whose already stiffening nipples prodded against the clinging black net fabric of the low-cut bodice.
David Ainsley caught his breath, then began to remove his clothes till he was naked. "I'm supposed to spank you too?" he hoarsely demanded as Rita stretched out on the bed, pillowing her head in her arms.
"Yes, and I want it to be with the hairbrush. I want Kristine to hear and see my cry, so she'll know I've taken her place as your grownup slave-girl, David darling."
"You're incredible-but all right, you asked for it," he grinned wolfishly.
There was a timid knock at the door, and Rita called, "Come in, Kristina darling."
The door opened, and the honey-gold-haired teenager, delicious in her shortie nightie, blushingly entered, closed the door behind her.
"Come here and kiss us both, sweetheart," the svelte brunette smilingly urged as David Ainsley, not a little self-conscious, stretched out naked beside his beautiful young wife, his prick uncontrollably uptilted and throbbingly hardened.
Kristina approached the bed, trying not to look at her father's prick, leaned to Rita, who hugged her and pressed her soft moist red mouth on the girl's. "Now Daddy," Rita whispered, nodding towards him.
Eyes demurely downcast, cheeks aflame, Kristina moved to the other side of the bed and leaned over to kiss her father.
Ohh my, just look at Daddy's cock, how big it is-I guess he does love Rita lots. And she's awfully beautiful too-and so nice to me, and she knows how I feel. I-I guess growing up is more than just-well-just knowing how to f-fuck-oh I feel so embarrassed, they're going to show me how grownups d-do it-oh my goodness, Daddy said something to Rita and now she's getting out of bed and going over to the dresser-oh my gosh, she's bringing back the hairbrush, the one he used to spank me with-now she's pulling up her nightie and crawling over his lap and handing it to him-he-he's going to spank her b-bottom, just the way he did mine-I didn't know grownup women actually ever got spanked-he's putting his other arm round her to hold her down for the sp-spanking-now he's patting her b-bottom with the hairbrush and asking her if she's going to be good to me and look after me so I can grow up right-oh myy, he hit her bottom so hard, I know I'd be crying already from that hard swat-she's awfully brave, she just gasped a little and wiggled her bottom-look how awfully red that first spank mark is, though!
Rita writhed and sobbed softly as the hairbrush cracked wickedly against her weaving, squirming bottom. After ten, equally distributed to the ripe oval tawny-skinned cheeks, she panted, "Krissie, take your nightie off and stand over in front of me, I'll make you happy while your Daddy finishes punishing his naughty big girl!"
Trembling with an excitement that surpassed any she had had till then, Kristina almost automatically obeyed, letting the nightie drop to the floor and moving like one hypnotized in her lithe young nakedness to face her stepmother's upturned, tear stained face. Rita groaned as David Ainsley patted the base of her flinching butt cheeks with the flat of the hairbrush, then reached out her right forefinger and began to tickle Kristina's soft pink cuntal lips.
"Ohhhh! R-Rita-"
"Shh, honey, it's all right, Daddy understands a big girl has to have relief when her pussy gets hot-I'm ready, master-give it to me hard for being so naughty with your daughter," Rita panted as she looked back to the flushed, excited, wiry naked man who had learned her own delicious masochistic secret.
As the hair brush fell with a crisp Thwack, Rita's wriggling hips started convulsively, and she slipped her other hand between her legs and alternately began to frig David Ainsley's throbbing prick and her own rapidly moistening cuntal lips while she continued to tickle the rims of the blonde teenager's twitching pink cunt.
"Ohh,. Daddy, not so hard. I love Rita-ohhh, ohh it tickles-Daddy, don't spank her bottom so hard with that mean old hairbrush-I love her, Daddy-please let her off-ohh, Rita, you're tickling me so lovely-ahhhh!" Kristina sobbed, unconsciously spreading her legs and arching her young burning cunt towards the brunette's expertly delving forefinger.
David Ainsley, beside himself with frenzied lust, quickened the cadence of the spanking, the hairbrush fairly bouncing off Rita's flaming, swollen butt-cheeks with hardly a pause between noisy stinging spanks.
Kristina uttered a sobbing cry and sank down to her knees, eyes closed, her naked round apple-tits heaving furiously as the flood of cum swirled through her. Then, as the miasmic aura of uninhibited passion seethed in her, blinking her eyes, she saw her father roll the sobbing young woman off his lap and order her to all fours. And as Rita crouched, head bowed, hair mantling the rumpled white sheets, her knees wavering, her upturned buttocks shuddering and an angry dark-red, David Ainsley crouched behind his fervently masochistic young wife, reached for her dangling tits with his wiry hands, and with a groan of delirious ecstasy, thrust to the balls inside her gaping pink wet cunthole in a single savage, cramming dig.
"Ahh, David, ohh my God, sweetheart, fuck your slave-girl, cream her pussy, give her a baby girl for our sweet Krissie!" Rita sobbingly cried out.
Kristina knelt, transfixed, a hand rubbing her wet cunt slowly, reviving the exquisite, salacious pleasure Rita had so sagely bestowed on her. Mmmmmm, now I know what I can do when I start thinking about Daddy and my wonderful new Mummy fucking ... I can pretend it's me Daddy's fucking, and my finger can be his big hard wonderful cock ... and maybe, if I'm naughty to my new Mummy, Daddy'll spank me hard so I can go to my room and pretend this lovely new way--