Chapter 2
Sandra had spent her morning shopping. She had to admit that she looked with curiosity at the new club that had opened up on the street. It was really fancy. There were bright colored lights and a big poster out front. The girl on the poster was barely dressed and there was plenty of tit and pussy hair. She wasn't completely naked, but almost.
Sandra wondered what kind of woman would work in place like that. What kind of woman would take off her clothes in front of a lot of men?
Sandra felt a wicked little thrill at the thought of undressing with so many eyes watching.
Sandra was prudish, but she was also proud of her body. She knew that she had a body as good as any of those women who worked there. As good as her mother.
Again the hot chills went through her as she thought of her mother and her stepfather. She still couldn't believe what had happened the night before. Her stepfather had deliberately arranged to have her watch. Her mother had been degraded before her eyes. And it had excited Sandra more than anything in her entire life.
Sandra tried not to think about her stepfather as she tried on the new outfit she had purchased. It was a long yellow evening gown for a party she had been invited to. It looked a little more daring than she had really wanted it to. Her firm, creamy tits threatened to pop out of the gown at any minute.
She was looking at herself in the mirror when she heard the door open behind her. She turned around quickly and saw her stepfather standing in her doorway. He had his usual leer. "Where's my mother?" Sandra asked. "Your mother had to go out for a while," John answered. "I found a little errand for her to do. I thought it might be good for us to get a little better acquainted."
"I have to go out, too," Sandra lied.
"Dressed like that?" John asked. "It's a little early to be going out for a fancy ball."
"I have to take it back," she said. "I've decided I don't like it."
"It looks really good on you," he said. "I don't like it," she said. "Now get out of my room and let me dress."
It made Sandra nervous to have John in the room, especially after last night. He was dressed in casual slacks and sports shirt, but she kept thinking about how heavy his cock looked and the hairy muscles of his chest.
"You have to get out of my room," Sandra said, attempting to sound braver than she felt.
"All right," John said. "I'll leave. But first you'd better take these. You won't be completely dressed without them!"
John dropped a pair of panties on Sandra's bed. It took a few seconds before Sandra recognized them. Then she remembered the pair of panties she had taken off and dropped on the floor in front of her mother's bedroom. "Oh no," Sandra said.
"You left them out in the hall," her stepfather said. "It's a good thing I found them. I don't think your mother would have understood what they were doing there."
Sandra sat down on the bed. She knew her face was red, and she didn't know what to say. She had been determined not to think about the fact that her stepfather knew she had been watching. Now she had to face the facts.
"Please don't tell mother," Sandra said. "You don't have to worry about that," her stepfather assured her. "I wouldn't tell her. But you have to do something for me. You have to be a little nicer to me. You haven't been exactly all sweetness and light for your stepfather." "I'll try to be better," Sandra said. "You're going to have to do better than try,"
John said.
John sat down beside her on the bed. Sandra had never been so close to him before. She could feel the animal warmth of his body through his clothes. It made her even more nervous than she already was.
John put his arm around her shoulders. The could feel the strength of his body. She could feel those wicked tingles going up her spine. She tried to move away but he held her firm.
"Tell me what you were doing out there in the hallway," John said. "Did you play with yourself while you watched your mother and me?"
"I don't want to talk," she answered. "Please go away."
"I think you did," John said. "I really think you played with yourself. I think you got all excited watching."
"Please go away," she said. "Now, you don't really mean that," John said. His voice sounded so confident. His fingers gripped her shoulder and he was squeezing in a gentle rhythm. "You don't really want me to go away. You know you're getting all excited just sitting here next to me."
It was true. Her body was burning up just being next to him. She kept thinking about the things she'd seen the night before and it was making her pussy quiver. She wished he'd leave.
"I'll tell you what," John said. "Why don't you prove how much you want to be nice to me? Give me a kiss!"
She struggled but he easily turned her head toward him and kissed her mouth. She had been kissed plenty of time, but she had never felt such brutal hunger. It took her breath away. She was shivering when he stopped the kiss.
"Try not to fight the good feelings, baby," he told her.
"But you're my stepfather," she said. "You're married to my mother."
He didn't argue with her. Instead, he brutally shoved her back on the bed and pressed his body down on top of hers. She felt completely helpless. His mouth covered hers and she felt the first stabbing thrust of his tongue. She tried to keep her mouth closed but his tongue kept jabbing at her lips. She finally had to open her mouth and admit his fat tongue. She felt his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth again and again until she was gasping for breath.
"You like that, don't you?" he whispered. "You're a hot box just like your mother!"
She couldn't fight him anymore. Her entire body ached for him. She could feel her tits pressing against the front of her gown, and they felt hard as rock. Her large nipples rubbed against the fabric until they felt painful.
She found herself rubbing her body gently against his. She had lost control of herself. Somehow it didn't matter anymore that he was her mother's husband, that he was her stepfather.
"I've got to have you, baby," her stepfather groaned. "I've wanted you ever since I first saw you. You're the sexiest-looking thing I've ever seen."
Even as her stepfather was talking, he was peeling down the straps of her gown. She put her hand on his, but she didn't have the strength to stop him. He peeled her gown all the way down to her waist and freed her big, shapely tits.
"Beautiful," John said softly. "They look better than I thought they would."
She knew what he was doing as he dropped his head down to her tits. She felt his tongue licking one of her erect nipples and she nearly went out of her mind. She had never felt anything so good.
"Oh yes," Sandra moaned. "That's nice. That's so nice."
His wet mouth opened slightly and he sucked her nipple up. He closed his teeth around her nipple and gently pulled his head back and forth. She had never felt anything like this. It sent shivers up her spine again, but it also caused a strange tingling sensation in her belly.
"Suck on them like you did my mother," she moaned. "Suck on them hard!" "Just like your mother," John said. His mouth opened wider and he began to suck hard on her titty. He got more than half of her large tit into his mouth before he spit it out and then began licking the nipple again. She put her hands in his thick hair and tried to pull his face closer.
"I'm so ashamed," she groaned. "I'm ashamed, but I can't help it. It feels so good!"
He moved his head to her free tit. This time he sucked and bit on her titty-flesh until she was gasping for breath. He played with her free titty with his hand. His fingers ran over her hard nipple.
"Oh God," she moaned. "It makes me feel so hot all over!"
She had never dreamed that anything could make her feel this hot. She felt swollen with lust. She grabbed his head and pulled his face back up to hers. This time she darted her fiery little tongue into his mouth. For a few seconds they rubbed their tongues together. Then his lips moved back down to her tits.
"That's it!" she cried. "Suck them. Bite them. Make me feel good!"
His teeth nipped savagely at her titty-flesh. He was like an animal. He was no longer gentle with her as he bit at her tits.
"I'm going to make you feel good," he told her. "I'm going to make you feel better than you've ever felt!"
He turned her over on her belly. His hands slipped underneath and roughly massaged her tits while he bit her on the neck and seemed to be sucking at the silky strands of her hair.
She felt his crotch against her asscheeks. He was pressing the thick bulge in his trousers against the crack of her ass. It was a new kind of feeling. She found herself pushing her ass back against his cock and it made her pussy even hotter.
He kept this up for a few minutes until she thought she was going crazy with hunger. Then he rolled her on her back and finished peeling her gown off. This time she offered him no resistance. He lifted her legs so he could pull the gown off completely. He dropped it on the floor. He turned back to look at her.
She was dressed in only a pair of yellow panties, and the panties were brief. So brief that some of her curly pussy hairs slipped out of the sides.
"You are a good-looking bitch," he said, "I'm going to enjoy the hell out of fucking you!"
He dropped down on top of her again. His mouth crushed hers and he moved his hands underneath her to grasp her titties. He squeezed them roughly as he started stabbing his tongue in and out of her mouth. It was like he was fucking her with his tongue.
At the same time she could feel his prick rubbing against her panty-covered pussy. It made her panties wet. Her juices nearly flooded her panties. She spread her legs wider, as if that would help, but nothing helped the aching hole between her legs.
He took her hand and pressed it between his legs. He was still wearing all his clothes, but it seemed like he was naked as her fingers traced the outline of his huge, hot prick. She could feel it quivering in his trousers.
"Take it out, baby," he told her. "Don't be scared of it. Take it out and play with it."
She was scared of it, but that didn't stop her from searching for his zipper. She fumbled for a few seconds before she found it. She finally closed her fingers over the tab. She took a deep breath to calm herself before she pulled the tab down and opened his trousers. She put her hand inside his trousers. He wasn't wearing shorts and her fingers came into immediate contact with his hard cock. She gasped as she felt his sweaty cock-flesh. She didn't pull away. The excitement seemed to shoot through her fingertips as she circled his cock. 'Take it out," John said. "Hurry up, baby. It's getting hard as hell!"
She gently eased it out of his trousers and raised her head to see it. She was still shocked by how big and hard it seemed. She felt it vibrating against her fingers. She closed her fingers tighter around it and felt his cum-cream leaking out the rosy tip and wetting her fingers. It felt thick and sticky.
She closed her fingers tighter and began to move her hand up and down. More of his cum leaked across her fingers. She worked her hand faster as the excitement of actually playing with a man's cock started to grow in her.
"That's enough," John said. "I don't want you to make me come too soon!"
She didn't want to move her hand, but he forced her fingers away. He jumped off the bed and peeled off the rest of his clothes. Again she got a good look at his body. He did look like a great, hairy bear. She could feel her pussy quivering as she stared at him.
"Peel your panties off, baby," he told her. She didn't waste any time peeling her panties down her long legs. She kicked them off and lay back on the bed. For the first time she started to feel really scared. He was such a brute and she had never fucked before. Maybe he would hurt her.
"Don't look so scared," he told her. "I'm not going to kill you. Just relax!"
He lay down on top of her again. This time she felt his long cock against her belly. She felt his sticky jism leaking on her skin. Her pussy seemed to be opening up and closing in hungry expectation.
He was kissing her again. His hands went underneath her to lift up her ass. She could feel his broad hands completely covering her asscheeks. He pulled her asscheeks apart and it made her pussy pucker. He began to squeeze her asscheeks with the same rhythm he used to push his tongue into her mouth.
Whatever he was doing was making her hot again. She wasn't so scared that her cunt couldn't drip hot juice. She could feel her pussy juice dripping against the inside of her thighs.
John moved down a little and she felt the hard knob of his cock rubbing against her pussy hair. She had to spread her legs wider. She felt his swollen knob rubbing up and down the entrance to her pussy. She felt her pussy juices soaking her cunthairs. She felt his hands on her thighs. "Are you ready for it, baby?" John asked. "Yes," she answered. "Oh yes, I'm ready!"
John laughed as he moved forward gently. His cockhead was wedged into the entrance to her cunt. John felt so big and Sandra's cunt felt so little. She tried to pull away from him, but it was already too late for that.
"Don't be scared of it, cunt," he told her. "It hurts for a little while, but then you're going to feel better than you've felt in your life!"
John moved forward and she felt his huge cock spreading her cunt-walls apart. She started twisting and turning but she couldn't escape from him. She felt his cock stop as he pressed his cockhead against her virgin walls.
"Please stop," she whispered. "It hurts!"
"It only hurts for a little while," he promised her.
John put his big hands back underneath her asscheeks again. This time he rammed forward hard and his prickhead broke through her virgin cherry. His cock slipped into her without any more resistance. She felt stuffed with cock.
He didn't move right away. He gave her time to get used to it. She could feel her cunt getting loose. Then his prick began to move in and out of her slowly. His gentle rhythm gave her time to get used to the size of his cock. She found herself responding to his thrusting prick.
"Now you're starting to like it," he told her. "I knew you'd like it once you got started. You're a hot cunt, just like your mother!"
His hands moved from her ass to her tits. He began squeezing her titties while he fucked her. She could feel his cock getting bigger as he slowly thrust into her. She'd never dreamed she could take anything this big.
"You're tight, baby," he groaned. "You've got a beautiful cunt and it's tighter than shit!"
He was getting really excited and he began pounding her cunt a little harder. She didn't mind it. She had gotten used to his cock and she started feeling the excitement again. She started running her fingers down his back as she'd seen her mother do.
He was no longer trying to be gentle with her. He was driving his prick into her cunt powerfully. He acted like he was trying to drive her shapely ass through the bed.
"Oh God," she whispered. "I've never felt like this before. I've never felt anything like this!"
Simply playing with herself had never prepared her for anything like this. She could feel the growing fires in her belly. She began to hump up at his cock like she had gone mad. She wanted more and sore of his fat cock. She wanted to feel it all the way into her belly.
"I'm coming!" she cried. "I'm going to come. Oh Jesus, it feels good. I never thought anything could feel this good! OH FUUUUUUCK!"
She yelled loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear, but she didn't give a damn. It felt too good. At that moment she wouldn't have cared if Her mother had walked in. She felt her juices flooding his fat cock as he drove his prick into her even faster.
"Does it feel good, baby?" he asked. "Did it feel good when you came?"
"Oh yes," she cried. "Better than anything!"
He thrust his cock into her wildly. She could feel her pussy being opened up as it had never been before. She felt his heavy balls slapping her.
"Come in me," she whispered. "I want to feel your cum. I want it more than anything!"
He was stroking faster and faster. She felt some of his cock-cream leaking out of his cock.
"I'm going to give you cum, bitch," he groaned. "I'm going to fill your pussy with cum! I'm going to give you more cum than you've ever dreamed about! Feel it, baby! FEEL IT!"
He drove into her powerfully and she felt the hot gush of his cum. His thick cum filled her pussy and started dripping out of the sides of her cunt and wet her cunthairs. He kept moving in and out of her cunt until he shot the last drop into her.
"Oh shit," he groaned. "Shit, if you only knew how badly I've wanted to fuck you!"
Sandra knew. She had wanted it just as badly, and it had been everything she thought it would be.