Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 67

The look on Laura’s face said that she was badly in need of a spanking, and probably had been for a long time. So Carla gave her one. The smack of flesh against flesh sang out as Laura moaned and trembled, flinching a little with each blow, but then arching her back and lifting her butt to receive the next one.

After a time Carla decided that Laura had had enough, and anyway her spanking hand was getting tired. Now she reached her left hand down to grope the older woman’s breasts – they felt fuller and heavier than they looked – while her right hand slid between Laura’s warm, pliant thighs.

Again Laura arched her back, raising her hips toward Carla. It was clear what she wanted, what she needed. Carla penetrated her with one finger, feeling the muscles clench around it. Laura let out the long, keening wail of a woman who had gone too long without this kind of attention. Her pussy was super-tight; it was all Carla could do to get a second finger inside, then begin to probe her with slow, deliberate strokes.

With her other hand, meanwhile, Carla pulled off Annabel’s gag and brought her stepmother’s head over toward Laura’s so the two of them could kiss. As they did Carla traced that hand down Annabel’s back, over her ass, and between her legs. Brow furrowed in concentration, Carla began to simultaneously finger-fuck Laura and Annabel as their moans echoed through the room.

After a few minutes Carla brought the hand that had been pleasuring Laura to her mouth for a taste, and did a double-take. It was overwhelmingly, indescribably delicious. She had to eat that pussy right now, and forget everything else. Pulling her left hand away from Annabel, Carla gripped Laura by the hips and angled her up so her ass was pointing straight into the air.

Spreading Laura’s labia with her thumbs, Carla drove her tongue inside, eager as she’d been for her first taste of pussy way back in her early teens. Laura gasped and braced herself against the floor, surprised by Carla’s sudden aggressiveness. Her heart began to pound and her breath came in short, staccato gasps.

Annabel, feeling left out, now rolled over and repositioned herself so that her spread legs were resting on either side of Laura’s head. Carla, grinning, took hold of Laura’s hair and guided her toward Annabel’s crotch. Soon Laura was lapping away at Annabel’s cunt as Carla continued to tongue-fuck her from behind.

Then Laura was coming, gripping Carla’s head between her thighs. Carla could feel Laura’s heartbeat in her ears, accelerating and then slowly tapering off as the climax passed. Coming up for air, Carla pressed her thigh against Laura’s crotch, gently pushing her forward until she resumed licking Annabel’s pussy.

Carla continued to play with Laura’s luxurious brown/blond hair as Annabel writhed on the floor, hands still tied behind her back, pushing into Laura’s face until an orgasm finally hit her. Her whole body shuddered and she fell limp to the ground, legs akimbo, wet slit glistening in the candlelight.

Pushing the hair back off Laura’s face, Carla leaned down to kiss her, enjoying the taste of Annabel’s juices on her mouth. She looked a bit disheveled now, her previously impeccable hair sticking out in several directions, but was all the sexier as a result. Carla helped her to her feet, pulled her dress up over her head, and tossed it away.

This was Carla’s first glimpse of Laura’s fully naked body, and she took a moment to appreciate it; it was slim but shapely, with narrow hips and perfectly formed boobs capped by copper-brown nipples. Keen now to show off her own body, Carla stripped off her t-shirt and shorts and thrust her chest out proudly as Laura looked her up and down.

Finding her wine glass, Carla took a sip while pondering her next move. Looking over at Annabel, who gazed up at her with heavy-lidded eyes, she was suddenly struck with an inspiration.

Standing Annabel up, Carla untied her wrists and let her rub them for a minute to get the circulation back. Meanwhile Carla dug through her suitcase until she found the items she wanted. Not long after, Annabel was laying face-up on the bed with thick phalluses protruding from both her pelvis and her face.

Carla indicated to Laura that the first choice was hers, then watched as Laura’s eyes flitted back and forth between the strap-on and the face dildo. Finally Laura stepped forward, gripped the shaft of the strap-on in one hand, and climbed up onto the bed.

Straddling Annabel’s hips, Laura gently rubbed the tip of the dildo against her vulva. Carla honestly wondered if she’d be able to fit that thing inside her. It seemed impossible, but Laura’s expression was resolute as she began to sink down onto it.

Carla watched intently as the thick, bulbous head disappeared into Laura’s snatch. Laura gritted her teeth and her eyes rolled back in her head, but she continued to engulf the massive shaft until her pussy lips were pressed against the harness. Carla was impressed. It’s always amazing, she reflected, what a properly motivated woman can accomplish.

Laura began to roll her hips, stimulating herself on the hard surface of the dildo, making it move around inside her as she leaned on Annabel’s ribcage for support. Seeing Laura’s face transfigured by the pleasure she was feeling, Carla began to feel an urgent itch.

Clambering up onto the bed, Carla knelt over Annabel’s head, grasped the face dildo in her hand, and impaled herself on it. She let out an involuntary grunt as she did so — though not as long as the strap-on, this dildo was girthier, and she could feel herself being stretched. She took a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, and then let it out, enjoying the feeling of fullness. Now Carla reached out to hold Laura by the shoulders as they both moved up and down on their respective poles, gazing steadily into each other’s eyes.

Seeing Laura’s tits swaying there, Carla decided that she needed to taste them. This was easily accomplished, and as she moved her mouth back and forth from one to the other, she could feel a monumental climax forming somewhere deep inside Laura. She let it build, and build, and then — while continuing to lick and suck Laura’s nipples — she reached down and brushed Laura’s clit with her fingertip.

That did it. Laura’s whole body went stiff, her face wrenched, and she seemed to be about to let out a bloodcurdling scream; instead all that escaped was an enormous sigh, and then she visibly relaxed, going limp and leaning forward against Carla.

Carla brought Laura’s head to her chest and raised a little further up onto her knees, trying to get the right angle of penetration. Laura compliantly began to suck her tits, but after a couple of minutes Carla was starting to get frustrated. The dildo felt good inside her but she couldn’t...quite...get there.

She grunted and Laura looked up into her eyes, seeming to intuitively understand. Lifting herself up off the strap-on, Laura bent forward at the waist and leaned down between Carla’s legs. She extended her tongue and searched out Carla’s clit, which was a moving target. But she soon found it and stayed with it as Carla took one, two, three last strokes and erupted into a ferocious orgasm, groaning “Fuuuuucccck” as the spasms shuddered through her.

Afterward Carla climbed off and went to look for some water. She was suddenly incredibly thirsty. In fact they all were; for a while the three of them sat together, contentedly drinking ice water. There didn’t seem to be much left to say. Eventually Laura excused herself, got dressed, and kissed Carla and Annabel goodnight. There was no room for three people on the narrow bed anyway.

Annabel brushed her teeth, lay down on the bed, and was asleep within minutes. Carla stayed up a while longer, staring out toward the ocean; you couldn’t see anything, but you could hear the surf, and that was good enough for now.