Step-Father's Sins
By Unknown
(AA — 35)
Chapter 1
Michele Madison did not find out until her honeymoon that her husband was a sexual sadist. She was shocked to find that her new husband enjoyed causing her pain just as much as he enjoyed causing her pleasure.
This was tough enough for Michele to handle at first, but her confusion was compounded by the fact that she was beginning to like the pain.
At first she thought that it was annoying that Bernard had to tie her up and whip her before he fucked her in one of her three, sex holes.
But now she knew that there was close association between the pleasure and pain she received, and that one sensation enhanced the other.
She had to admit that Bernard made her come harder than any other man she had ever been with, not that she was an expert on the subject of men. But Michele had been around, and she had two teenage daughters to prove it.
Michele - along with her daughters Mindy and Marlene - had moved in with Bernard Madison after the wedding, and were trying to make ago of it as a family.
It was a spring evening and the girls were out on dates, which meant Michele and Bernard had the house to themselves.
Bernard was a successful businessman and owned a big house on top of a hill in the Upstate New York town of Caledonia.
The girls had grown up ten miles down the road in Rushdale with their mother, and were annoyed because they were going to have to switch high schools the following fall.
Mindy was seventeen and would be entering her senior year. She was relieved that they hadn't made her finish up her junior year at Caledonia High School.
Marlene was ten months younger than her sister and was finishing up her sophomore year at Rushdale High.
The weather in Caledonia was beginning to warm and the grass was beginning to turn green and start to grow.
The leaves were returning to the trees, and everywhere men and women alike were getting hornier than hell.
Michele was washing the dinner dishes and Bernard was sitting on the couch in the livingroom watching television.
He could feel his balls aching with desire, and he could feel his cock start to grow inside his trousers.
"Woman!" Bernard called out from his sitting position. He never took his eyes away from the TV set.
His jaw was set firmly and there was a burning in his dark brown eyes that looked about to emit a lasar beam.
"Yes, dear," Michele called back from the kitchen. There was a musical tone to her voice whenever she spoke.
Many thought that Michele was singing her way through life.
In spite of the fact that she was thirty-five years old, Michele had lost none of her youthful beauty and charm.
There were times when Bernard thought he was living with three teenage girls rather than only two.
"I need sex!" Bernard called out. He was using his command voice, and Michele could tell he was impatient.
"Just a second, sweetheart," Michele said. "I'm just finishing up."
The woman was washing the last of the dishes and only had to dry them and put them away for her domestic chore to be complete.
"I need sex now!" Bernard screamed at the top of his lungs.
His voice was deep — like the growl of a bear who had just been woken involuntarily from his winter's slumber.
Indeed, Bernard often sounded more like an animal that a human being when he was sexually aroused.
Michele knew that she would have to finish the dishes later.
When Bernard hollered like that it meant that he wasn't in the mood to take no for an answer. She quickly dried her hands on the apron tied around her waist and left the kitchen to be with, her man.
It was time for Michele to do her wifely duty.
She didn't mind. Bernard always made her come more times than she could count when he fucked her.
Bernard looked at his wife and smiled appreciatively.
He thought that she was one sexy cunt. The sexiest cunt he had ever pumped, that was for sure.
The man had never boffed a pussy tighter and more comfortable than Michele's — and unlike his wife, he was an expert.
He had been able to tell from the second he first laid eyes on her that she wanted to be his slave.
But the cruel man had waited until he had the little gold ring around her finger to let her see his sadistic nature.
Keeping his brutality a secret, he figured, was itself sadistic.
Michele had long black hair that fell full over her shoulders and down between her rather sharp shoulder biades.
She stood five foot three and was built on a small frame so that she had never weighed more than one hundred pounds in her life.
She had the face of an angel. She looked like a white-souled being who had never committed a sin.
Her large eyes were dark brown and twinkled whenever she was happy — which was most of the time.
She had a tiny turned up button nose that wiggled up and down like a bunny's whenever she was particularly excited about something or other.
Her mouth was not large, but her lips, were full and sensuous.
Her lips were already moist, although Bernard rarely caught her licking them to make them wet.
She had a pouting lower, lip that Bernard thought was fun to suck on, and always looked kissable, even if sex was the last thing on her mind. She held her lips parted frequently so that Bernard could see little saliva bubbles on her perfectly straight, pearly-white teeth.
Her tongue could stick far out of her mouth and was very soft and pink, an asset which Bernard had learned to use fully.
She had an olive complexion and her skin was smooth and soft, in spite of her age. If she went to Hollywood, Bernard figured, she would be able to play the parts of high school girls. She would end up playing parts the age of her own daughters.
In spite of Michele's slim frame she had large breasts which were just as perky and firm as they were before she had Mindy, seventeen years before.
Those twin ripe melons rested high on her chest, and were so pert that the nipples pointed slightly upward.
Although she usually did, Michele didn't have to wear a bra, a fact that Bernard was proud of.
When Michele became sexually aroused every time her man beckoned - her nipples grew large and got very hard.
They would burn and tingle with a need to be caressed both gently and cruelly by Bernard's hands and mouth.
Her waist was still very slim and her tummy was flat.
She had put on a couple of inches around her hips - her buttocks were a bit fleshier than they once had been — but Bernard only thought that this made her look womanly.
As she removed her apron she could feel the blood rushing down her body to the delta between her thighs.
Michele could feel both her inner and outer pussy lips start, to swell with the engorgement of her arousal.
She could feel the glands inside her pussy begin to secrete their natural lubrication making her all wet and slippery.
The beautiful dark haired woman knew that it wouldn't be long before she made a wet stain in the crotch of her panties.
"Let's go upstairs, big man," Michele said with a sexy tilt to her head and cock to her hip.
"Right," Bernard said. He charged up the stairs three steps ahead of her. He felt like his cock was going to burst out of his underwear and his trousers.
He could tell that his prick was going to snap out at attention in front of his loins the second it was released from its cloth prison.
Bernard was over twice as big as Michele, which made his brutishness even more appealing to the submissive woman.
He stood a couple of inches over six feet and weighed well over two hundred pounds. This is not to say that he was obese. In fact the man did not have an ounce of fat on him anywhere. He had been working out three times a week for years to keep his body in perfect condition.