0 comments/ 124139 views/ 19 favorites Sally's Slut Stories: The Beginning By: jack_straw What you are about to read is based upon a true story, as told by a Grateful Reader who has lived a life very close to the one you will soon come to know. Names have been changed, and some scenarios constructed, but the story is essentially as it was related. Prologue: To see Sally Sorrento today, you would barely guess at the fathomless depths through which her life has been drawn. Now aged 43 years, she is a successful career woman, a buyer in women's fashion for a major Southwestern department store. She is married, no children, and lives in a secluded neighborhood in Southern California. She dresses immaculately, and conservatively, she carries herself with a quiet, pleasant air, and she gets along with her co-workers, although she generally keeps to herself. She seems, to all outward appearance, like a modest woman of upper-middle class status. Her looks reinforce that perception. Except for endless restyling of her short, golden blonde hair, Sally hasn't changed significantly since she matured into a full-bodied woman around the age of 16. Sally has the kind of understated beauty that you don't notice if you just pass her on the street. But if you do take notice of her, you will always go back for a second look, and then you notice that everything about her fits perfectly. She's not tall, nor short, standing about 5-6, and slender, the result of a metabolism that allows her to eat what she wants without gaining weight. She does watch what she eats, though, and does some exercises in the mornings and light aerobics during lunch at the health club that is one of the benefits her company offers. Her facial features are somewhat narrow, with evenly spaced blue eyes, and her breasts and hips are perfectly proportioned, just enough to hold onto, without being showy, and her legs are tapered just right all the way down to her small, narrow feet. But looks are sometimes deceiving, and they certainly deceive in Sally's case. For under that conservative exterior is a woman with a secret life, or at least it's secret from those who know her professionally and socially. Away from work and her quiet neighborhood, Sally becomes someone altogether different from the cool, conservative businesswoman in a dark suit that she presents to the public. Sally's eyes offer a clue to the person inside. They are luminous, expressive orbs that hint of innocence lost and never regained, eyes that have seen much of the world and of life, not all of it good. And there is something else in those eyes, a bare reflection of an inner fire that burns white-hot at certain moments in her life, when she sheds her proper outer shell and enters her secret world. The eyes are the window to the soul, and thus Sally tries to keep her eyes obscured as much as possible, wearing shades whenever possible outdoors, and lightly-tinted, black-framed glasses when she's indoors, the better to shield her secret world from view. Sally's secret world is one of hunger, a hunger for sex that no one man - or woman - can ever satisfy. For most of her adult life, since she was 18, she has been driven by her need for pleasure, and she has actively sought out the ways and means to indulge that need. It has gotten her in big trouble on more than one occasion. She went through a painful addiction to and rehabilitation from a variety of drugs, cocaine mostly, and alcohol. There have been very few limits to what Sally will do when she succumbs to her hunger, which is just as strong now as it was 25 years ago. Whenever she is out of town on business, or on some weekends, usually about once or twice a month, Sally seeks that which will relieve her need for sex. Sometimes she is the huntress, seeking out her lovers, both new and old, and she has several lovers of very long standing scattered all over the country. Other times she is the prey, as she allows herself to be pursued by one or more persons for wild, uninhibited nights of passion, risking it all for one more gut-wrenching orgasm. The reason Sally is now so successful professionally and socially, given her background, is because her husband, Sam, allows her to indulge herself in her secret sex life. Indeed, he encourages her to be as active as she wants, because he knows it makes her happy, and because it turns him on like nothing else. Sometimes Sam participates in her activities, and on those occasions he revels in the sight of other men joining him with his wife. But more often he sits at home lustfully thinking about different men sticking their dicks in every one of Sally's horny holes. He waits eagerly for her to return, to his bed, and tell him all about it, in exquisite detail, and the sex they enjoy then is invariably stratospheric. If she's been out on a weekend night, she will come in late, lie with him and give him the wonderful, frantic sensation of fucking her cream-filled pussy or ass. If she's just returned from a trip, they'll go through a little seduction ritual, spending hours preparing for and having hot, smoldering sex as she relates her actions on the road for the benefit of her husband. Sally long ago lost count of how many different men she's fucked in her life, and there is no measuring how many gallons - yes, gallons - of cum have been shot in her, on her or just in her general direction over the years that she's been a slut. But Sally wasn't always a slut, at least not outwardly. Rather, she was made that way, or perhaps her slut side was brought out, by a man who crossed her path when she was 15, and who took advantage of a youthful indiscretion to inexorably draw her into his steamy world of sex, addiction and control. He took an average, innocent young woman and turned her into his personal whore, changing her life forever. This is the story of how Sally became a tramp, and the man who made her that way, her stepfather, Ted Bissett. Friday night In mid-July of 1978, Sally Johnson had it all. She had just turned 18, had just graduated from high school and was headed off to UCLA in the fall. Sally was the archetypical Southern California cutie from a beach town, her body bronzed and her waist-length blond hair shimmering like ripe winter wheat from a sun-drenched lifestyle. She currently had a boyfriend that she'd been dating a couple of months, but she wasn't sure where their relationship was headed. He was considering joining the army, and that didn't sit too well with Sally, but she wasn't going to sweat it. Even if he left, she figured she'd have her pick of any number of guys from the beach. Too bad, too, she'd been thinking about giving it up to him soon. He was cute, but if he was more interested in the military than her, then she wasn't going to go out of her way to entice him. Before this particular guy, Sally had had three boyfriends, and she'd eventually gone all the way with each of them. But, they had all been fairly inexperienced, and sex with them had never produced the bells and whistles she'd always expected. She was an average teenager, and she had done her share of partying, nothing serious, but she knew how to have fun. But while she had the usual lusts and desires of a teenager coming of age in the late 1970s, sex with the boyfriends she'd had hadn't been anything more than mundane, and she had never been known as part of the really wild crowd at her high school. It was different with one person, however, the person she was closer to than anyone in the world, her sister Sylvia, who was 15 going on 20. Sally's mother had divorced their father when she was 14, and had remarried less than a year later to the tennis pro at the country club to which they belonged, just to spite their dad. Sally's dad had been a wealthy businessman, but he was considerably less wealthy after his wife cleaned him out in the divorce. She'd come home unexpectedly to find him screwing the Mexican maid, and subsequent investigation revealed that he'd been cheating on her for years, including bopping every secretary he'd ever had. Their mother's divorce and remarriage had been a dark cloud over the sisters' lives, and they had learned to console each other whenever they were down. Eventually, as Sylvia matured rapidly, that consolation turned to various forms of experimentation. It was the first sign pointing Sally toward the life she currently leads, but she didn't realize it at the time. Other than the divorce, however, Sally's life was relatively carefree, and she had few neuroses about her parent's split. She'd regarded her father's departure as good riddance. Her mom and dad had done little but argue the last few years of their marriage. But Sally's carefree life ended abruptly late one Friday night, after she'd come home from a party at a friend's house. She knew the instant she walked in the door that something was wrong. She entered the den of her mother's large house to find her stepfather, Ted, sitting on the sofa with a glass of whiskey on the coffee table. The television was on, but he didn't seem to be paying it much attention, rather he stared at her in a disconcerting manner, with something of a smirk on his face. He patted the seat next to him on the sofa and beckoned her to sit next to him. Sally tried to demur, but Ted insisted. "I've got something here you need to see," he said. "And it will go better for you if you are right here to see it." Distastefully, Sally did as Ted asked. Sally didn't much like her stepfather, and the feeling was mutual. Sally correctly saw what her mother didn't, that Ted was a two-timing gigolo who had married her strictly to have access to her father's money, and kept her drunk so she wouldn't know what was going on. For his part, Ted thought Sally was a spoiled little bitch who didn't respect him or any other adult. But as the young blonde sat down next to him, he smiled to himself at the thought that all of that was about to change. When she'd sat down - at the edge of the sofa so as to avoid any chance of contact - Ted picked up a package of pictures, opened them, pulled them out and showed them to her. Sally's face went white, her eyes were like saucers and her mouth gaped open as she saw that they were clear, unmistakable snapshots from earlier that afternoon, and they were quite revealing. Sally had had the day off from her part-time job working as a sales clerk for an upscale woman's boutique owned by a friend of her mother. So she'd gone shopping then returned home to find Sylvia cavorting in the pool that dominated their back yard. Sally had joined her sister and they'd soon gotten hot, under the broiling summer sun. The two sisters wanted to spend as much quality time as possible because in a few short weeks, Sylvia would be going off to a boarding school in the East, while Sally was going to move into a small house not far from the UCLA campus. They were dreading the separation, so they wanted to take every opportunity they could to glean as much pleasure with each other as they could before they went their separate ways. Plus, Sylvia was going off that evening to spend the weekend with the cousin with whom she was going to room with at the school she would be attending. They had been so into what they were doing that they didn't see or hear Ted off around a corner of the house, snapping away with his expensive camera with the zoom lens. They had thought they had the house to themselves, but Ted had taken off from work to play a round of golf with a prospective business partner and had come home early to find his stepdaughters thoroughly preoccupied. Now, at last, Ted could put into motion his long-planned seduction of Sally, thanks to her foolish actions with her sister. For despite, or perhaps because of, their mutual dislike for each other, Ted had long lusted after Sally, to the point of obsession. Every day, he would see her in various stages of undress; in loose, around-the-house clothes or her nightshirts, her perfect tits bouncing freely under the material. Being around her all the time, he understood the subtlety of her beauty, and he sensed, correctly, that underneath her shy exterior beat the heart of a whore. And the daily disdain with which she held him simply fueled his desire to make her his possession, to bend her will to his and turn her into the woman he wanted her to be. Sally felt like she was falling down a bottomless pit, with the underpinnings of her life having been kicked out from under her. She had a gut feeling that she knew what was coming, and it made her afraid. "Wh-What do you want from me?" she asked hesitantly. "Why, you, of course," Ted answered gleefully, as he stood up and paced methodically around the room. "We are about to change the nature of our relationship. From this moment forward, I own you. You are mine, to do with as I please. You will do exactly what I want, whenever I want. You will do anything I ask of you, immediately, without question or argument." "I don't understand," Sally said, even though she was pretty sure she did. "You are going to be my slut," Ted said. "You will be available to me in any way I want, any time I want. If you don't, I'll make sure a copy of these pictures ends up in the hands of your mother, your father, your boyfriend, your boss at work, your friends from school, everyone you know. Hell, I may even send them to the police." Sally was reeling at his words. The idea that she could go to jail was abhorrent to her. Equally abhorrent, however, was the notion of becoming her stepfather's sex toy. So she begged and pleaded for Ted not to do this to her, but he just sneered at her, while reveling in her pleadings. "You're going to do it," he said roughly. "You're going to be my whore, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it." "Why are you doing this to me?" Sally asked tearfully. "Because I can," Ted answered jovially. "The truth is, I've wanted to fuck you since the first time I laid eyes on you, and now, thanks to this (and he waved the package of pictures in Sally's face), I'll finally get a crack at that hot little body of yours. And, because you've never treated me with anything except disdain, just like all the other country club cunts around here. I'm just the hired help, who just happened to have a little ability at one of their games. I've been fighting this shit all my life. My folks were middle-class people who sacrificed a lot so I could develop as a player, and yet all of the rich folks never stopped looking down their noses at me and at my folks. So I enjoy fucking their women, and I'm going to especially enjoy fucking you. Who knows, maybe in a few years, I'll do the same thing to Sylvia, and have you both. That would be dreamy." "NO!" Sally exclaimed. "I'll let you do whatever you want to me, but leave her out of it. Please?" Ted smiled wickedly then answered, "As you wish. Now I think it's time we start in on your training. Tell me. Have you ever sucked a cock?" "Twice," Sally answered in a small voice. "And did you swallow their cum?" he asked again. "Ewww, no, that's gross," she said. "Well, that's about to change," Ted said as he flipped the waistband of his sweatpants over his rapidly swelling cock, dropped them to the floor and stepped out of them, kicking them aside. In spite of her revulsion and fear at what had happened to her, and what was going to happen to her, Sally couldn't help but stare at the dick that swayed before her eyes. As Ted lightly stroked himself to full hardness, Sally's eyes widened, for here was by far the biggest cock she'd ever seen. It was at least nine inches of long fat meat topped by a perfectly proportioned head. As she watched, a pearl drop of pre-cum oozed out the tip. Ted grinned at the astonished look on Sally's face. One of the great pleasures in his life had always been to see the reaction in women's eyes when they got their first glimpse of his manhood in full regalia. And he especially reveled in the look in Sally's eyes, which was a combination of fear, disgust and fascination. "You've never seen one this big, have you," he said, then chuckled when she shook her head no. "Go on, take hold of it, get used to the feel of it. You're going to be seeing and feeling a whole lot of him from now on, so you might as well get acquainted with him." "What about Mother?" Sally said nervously as she took Ted's cock in hand and began to lightly run them over the shaft. "Aren't you the least bit worried that she'll wake up?" Sally knew Sylvia was off on her sleepover, but her mom had stayed home drinking her vodka, as usual. "Naw, I slipped her a little sleeping pill with her last drink," Ted said. "You could march the whole Red Army through our bedroom and she'd never know it. No, sweetheart, we have the house to ourselves. Now, I think it's time I introduced my dick to your mouth. C'mon, bitch, get on your knees and suck it!" Sally obediently got on the floor, on her knees, opened her mouth and tentatively licked the head of his cock, tasting his pre-cum. It didn't taste bad or good, just kind of pasty. Then, on Ted's instructions, she licked and kissed all up and down the shaft, getting him liberally coated with the combination of his pre-cum and her saliva. She was trembling nervously, but she was feeling something else, as well. It was just the first germination of excitement, of arousal, at being forced to do this. She quickly banished the thought, suppressing it into her subconscious for the moment. She was appalled at the thought that she might enjoy this encounter. Events had come at her this night at a dizzying pace, and she was still too distraught to think that she could get pleasure out of submitting to her stepfather's perverted desires. Nevertheless, she didn't hesitate or object when Ted took his cock from Sally's hands and pushed it gently, but forcefully, past her lips and into her mouth. Under Ted's surprisingly low-key instruction, Sally swirled her tongue around the head of his cock as he eased a little more of it into her mouth. Eventually, he hit the back of her throat and she began to gag and cough, so he pulled back a little bit and let her begin to work the half of his cock that she could easily take. Ted knew he would someday soon bury himself to the hilt in her throat, but he would have plenty of time to teach her that skill, along with all the other things he planned to teach her. So he was content to let Sally work her mouth around only about half of his dick; the rest he fisted himself as he thrust himself back and forth in her mouth. Sally's cheeks alternately hollowed and bulged as Ted worked his meat between her warm, wet lips, and her mouth made sloppy noises as she sucked him steadily. "Ohhh, yeahhhhh!" Ted exclaimed as he began to drive his hips forward, pushing more and more of his cock into Sally's maw. He could feel the sap rising in his balls, and he knew he was close to an explosive climax. So he slowed his thrusts slightly then grabbed the back of Sally's head with both hands and began to fuck her face with slow, measured strokes. Sally was having trouble keeping up with Ted's pace as she resumed stroking him into her mouth. She squeezed her eyes shut and drool ran out the corners of her mouth. Occasionally she gagged and coughed, wincing in pain when he pushed too deep too fast. Ted had passed the point of caring, however. He was ready to bust a tremendous nut and he couldn't wait. Gasping, he pulled Sally's mouth from his cock, spun around, turning Sally around in the process, so he could sit on the sofa, and enjoy watching his stuck-up stepdaughter swallow his cum. Keeping a tight grip on her head, Ted began to thrust upward forcefully, making Sally squeal painfully. Her eyes watered as she struggled to accept his cock in her mouth. Occasionally, Ted pulled out of her mouth and made her lick it in a lewd manner, and so she could gobble air, before pushing back into her mouth. Sally's Slut Stories: The Beginning Ted could feel a rocky load boiling in his balls, so he gripped Sally's head tightly, thrust upward jerkily and surrendered his load into her suctioning mouth. Sally could feel him swell just before he shot off, and instinctively tried to pull her mouth off his cock. But the hands on the back of her head were insistent, and kept her pinned over his groin. Sally nearly choked when the first few jets of semen spurted into her throat. She was forced to swallow his cum purely as a defensive measure, just to keep from drowning from the hose that was spewing hot fluid into her stomach. There was so much of it, though, that some dribbled out the corners of her mouth and ran down her chin. It seemed to Sally like Ted came forever, and as his spurts died down, Sally could feel hot tears of pain, fear and humiliation run down her cheeks. She could feel her emotions about to burst forth, and she desperately wanted to flee to the sanctuary of her bedroom before she lost it. She owed herself at least that much dignity, for Ted not to see her break down. When Ted finally finished cumming into her mouth, he pulled out his wilting member then used the head of his dick to scoop some of his cum back into her mouth and made her lick him clean. "Good little cocksucker," he whispered seductively. "M-m-may I go?" Sally asked, unsuccessfully fighting back the tears when he was finally finished and reaching for his sweatpants. "In a minute," Ted said. "When do you work tomorrow?" "I-I-I'm working 1 o'clock to close," Sally said. "Good," Ted replied. "As you know, your mom has her hair appointment at 10 o'clock. I expect you up and ready for me as soon as she leaves. Tomorrow morning, we fuck. Is that clear?" She nodded and Ted gestured that she was dismissed. Sally dashed upstairs to her bedroom, shut the door and buried her face in her pillow as she sobbed in abject misery. As she cried herself out, several burning questions ran through her head. How could she have been so stupid as to initiate sex with her sister out in the open, where they risked getting caught? How could she have missed the signs that Ted had a thing for her? And, finally, how in the world was she ever going to get that horse cock of his in her tiny little pussy? Sally calmed down a bit after contemplating that question, especially after she realized that her body had reacted favorably to the illicit sex act she'd performed on her stepfather. When she pulled her jeans off and climbed into bed, she was astounded to find her panties were wet inside, indicating that something about the night had turned her on. As she rolled onto her side and tried to sleep, Sally let her conflicting emotions battle for control of her soul. Saturday morning Sally could feel herself floating on a sea of billowing clouds, yet she was supported somehow. As she lay there, she felt a welter of lustful sensations coursing through her body, and she quickly realized that she was naked and aroused. Even as she realized that, she saw Ted materialize out of the mist, and she saw that he was holding his obscenely bloated cock in his hand, aiming it at her. It took Sally several seconds to realize that not only was she naked, but her legs were open and her pussy was exposed to her stepfather's leering gaze. As Ted approached her with his cock, Sally heard herself beg for him to fuck her, to put his monster dick up her pussy and fuck her to oblivion. She could feel the heat from his cock right at the boiling entrance to her cunt, and she felt herself straining forward, trying to capture him with her outstretched pussy. But he was teasing her with it, not doing anything, just keeping it out of her reach. Finally, the frustration got so bad that she screamed, and that's when Sally awoke to realize she'd been dreaming. She was covered in sweat and the sheets had bunched between her legs, along with her hand, which was wedged into her crotch. Almost on their own volition, her fingers crept into her panties, to her pussy, which was wet to the touch. Her thumb found her clit, and she rolled the swelling bud between her thumb and forefinger as her arousal began to mount. She gasped as sharp pangs of pleasure shot up her body in electric waves. She still had the slight acrid taste of Ted's semen in her mouth, and that gave her a perverse thrill as she masturbated harder. In no time, Sally could feel the sweet release of a nice little orgasm, as she shuddered, both in pleasure and revulsion. As she lay back in the early light of dawn and stared at the ceiling, she was a ball of confusion. She knew she should hate Ted and recoil at the things he was going to make her do. But she had to acknowledge that a growing part of her was getting a forbidden thrill, an obscene excitement at becoming something seemingly at odds with her own personality, of doing wild, uninhibited things, and obtaining pleasure from them. Sally was like anyone else, once she discovered the joys of orgasm, she wanted to experience it as often as possible. And, she thought to herself, if she could get past her personal feelings for Ted, she could not deny that there were plenty of reasons why women were attracted to him. He was tall and athletic, over six feet without an ounce of fat, with a tanned, ruddy complexion and longish red hair. He had rakish good looks and a kind of bad-boy charm that women found irresistible. And then there was that dick. Sally wasn't yet experienced enough to truly appreciate what a big cock could do for a woman, but she sensed instinctively that Ted was quite capable of giving her endless pleasure with his massive tool. With that thought floating through her mind, she rolled over and went back to sleep. Sally awoke with a start when she heard the knock on her bedroom door. It was her mother telling her she was leaving for her appointment then she was going to the club. That could only mean one thing; her mom was going to be drunk and out of it by the time Sally got home from work. She got up and followed her mother downstairs to the kitchen. She couldn't look her mother in the eye, but that was all right since her mother wasn't really paying her any attention, as usual. Still, they chatted for a few minutes before her mom headed out the door to her late-model Cadillac. As her mom reached the car, she was intercepted by Ted, who had been swimming, and was now toweling off. They spoke for a second then gave each other a light kiss before Mother got into the car and headed off. Ted had a wicked grin on his face, and he made no effort to hide the growing lump in his tight swim trunks. Sally could feel her insides churning and her pussy began to dampen at the sight of him swaggering to the house. She looked at her stepfather in a new light now, and, frankly, what she saw turned her on. She still felt a little tremble of revulsion course through her at the thought of sex with Ted, but she knew he was going to fuck her whether she liked it or not. She was going to let him do anything he wanted to her, so, she reasoned, she might as well learn to enjoy it. As he entered the kitchen, he was pleased to see Sally was waiting on him. He looked her up and down with undisguised lust. He couldn't believe that the object of his desires was about to become his. For long moments they stared at each other, then Ted turned away, found a cup and poured himself some coffee. "Sleep well, my sweet?" he said finally, taking a sip of the steaming brew. "No," she answered. "No, I didn't. I had a nightmare, several of them, and they all involved you." "C'mon, Sally, don't play innocent with me. That little scene out at the pool yesterday was not the work of a 'good girl,'" Ted replied. "I think you want me to fuck you. I think that's what you dreamed about. Don't worry, honey, I never leave a woman unsatisfied, and when I get through with you, you won't want to live without Ted's good fucking. Am I right?" "Just shut up and kiss me," Sally said forcefully as she stepped up to where he was standing. And they wrapped their arms around each other and their lips met in a hot embrace. And as they kissed, whatever reservations Sally had had about this began to melt away. For quite simply, Ted had one of the most awesome tongues a man could possibly have. It was long and active, and it curled around her tongue and lapped at every bit of her oral cavity. Sally could feel herself climbing to a climactic peak as their bodies squirmed together. Sally was breathless and swaying when they broke their embrace. Ted reached down and pulled the nightshirt over her head and tossed it onto the floor. He was gratified to see Sally's nipples were poked out stiff as nails, and he bent down and suckled each one. He sucked, licked and nipped at the russet-colored tips, while squeezing them at the base, as Sally threw her head back and moaned lustfully. Ted's hands roamed all over Sally's back, to her perfectly shaped ass, and he squeezed her buns forcefully through her panties as their lips met again and they kissed with mounting passion. Abruptly, Ted broke the kiss then picked Sally up by the waist and sat her on the breakfast table in the kitchen. He reached behind her and pulled her panties off her hips, and Sally lifted herself up momentarily to allow him to slide them off her legs, where they joined her nightshirt on the floor. Ted was intoxicated by the first look at his stepdaughter's naked body, and he whistled in appreciation. "You are beautiful, you know that?" Ted said. "But we need to do something about this (indicating her golden blonde pubic bush). Grass doesn't grow on a playground, so why don't you run upstairs, get a razor and some soap, and let's get rid of this." Sally was dismayed at the thought of shaving her pussy. In her mind, her bush was a part of becoming a woman, and to lose it would be like surrendering a part of her maturity, which was, of course, Ted's intention. He had a particular image he wanted Sally to project, and part of it was for her to look and feel as vulnerable as possible. When Sally returned from the upstairs bathroom where she kept her razor, she found Ted had drawn a bowlful of warm water, and in a few short minutes, she had bladed her pussy clean as a baby's butt. Strangely, Sally felt an erotic thrill run through her body as she carefully shaved off all of her pubic hair, and when Ted ran his fingers lightly around her bald beaver, she felt an electric shock race up her spine. Ted could feel his large cock straining in his swim trunks at the sight of Sally's bare cunt, and he quickly shucked them and added them to the pile of clothes on the floor. Sally's pussy was like the rest of her, perfectly, subtly, proportioned. Her labia weren't too pronounced, but there was enough flesh there for her to appear open to the gaze, and her little red bud was already swelling with desire. "I was right about you; you are a slut inside," he whispered as he pressed his face to her crotch. He reveled in the sight and smell of her dewy pussy. Sally didn't bother to argue the point; all she wanted was for him to give her orgasmic relief. And presently, he delivered. Ted pressed his lips to her pussy and kissed the outside, then flicked his long tongue up her furrow curling it around her clit, eliciting a long groan of lust from deep in Sally's throat. Over and over he did this, alternating directions at times, speeding up or slowing down his oral assault whenever he felt Sally close in on an orgasm. Sally couldn't believe the sensations that were washing through her body as Ted ate her out. She had never been licked like this, not even by Sylvia, who was quite good at it. She could feel a stupendous orgasm building in her crotch, but she was frustrated that Ted wasn't letting her tumble over the top. Up and up, Ted brought Sally to the brink of orgasm a half-dozen times before backing off. He was waiting, waiting for her to beg him to get her off, and after awhile, she cracked. "Oh God, Ted!" she wailed breathlessly. "Please! Make me cum. I need it so baaaaad! Pleeeeeease!" That was music to Ted's ears, and he doubled his oral efforts, concentrating on Sally's clit, rolling the throbbing bud with his snake-like tongue, as Sally began to hump his face forcefully. Suddenly, Sally felt something like a locomotive roar through her body as the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced exploded in her crotch, sending waves of passion up and down her spine. She gripped his head tightly to make sure the seal between his mouth and her pussy remained tight while she shuddered and thrashed on the table. Ted gave her no time to recover, but immediately stood up, lined his dick up to Sally's dripping cunt and eased the head of his cock past her lips and into her pussy. Slowly and steadily, he drove his cock into Sally's steaming slit, while she trembled and thrashed on the table. She had never felt anything like this, and she could feel herself losing control. "OH GOD! FUCK!" she yelled. "It hurts so goooood!" Sally could feel another orgasm, far more intense than the first one, building up steam as Ted plowed his dick into territory no man had been before. Finally, Sally wrapped her legs around Ted's waist and her arms around his shoulders, and forcefully pulled him all the way in. Ted couldn't believe how tight Sally's pussy was, and yet she'd taken him with very little trouble. He joyfully began to pump just lightly in her pussy, as he waited for her to get used to his length and girth. When Sally began to hump back and forth, he knew she was ready for him to give her the full effect, and he began to pull back farther and farther, then he slammed his cock forcefully all the way to the hilt. Over and over he did this as Sally began to go wild under him. Sweat broke out on their bodies as they fucked right there on the kitchen table. Sally could feel her orgasm reaching a climax, and even as the thought penetrated her lust-fogged brain, she felt her insides lurch and she wailed her orgasm over Ted's steadily pistoning cock. Ted wrapped his arms around Sally's waist, while she had her arms and legs tightly around his body. He picked her up, and marveled at the large wet spot on the table where her butt had been sitting. He moved her to the counter top, where she could lean back against the upper cabinets and prop her feet on the counter, his cock momentarily slipping out of her cunt. When he had her properly positioned, he stepped up on a little stool that Sally's mother used to reach the top shelves and resumed driving his cock deep into Sally's twitching twat. He could feel the velvet walls of her pussy gripping and clutching his cock as he drove it relentlessly in her sopping wet cunt. Sally was beginning to go wild under the wondrous fucking she was getting from her stepfather. None of her previous lovers had ever lasted this long or given her such prolonged pleasure, and she could feel a switch being turned on in her body as her lust utterly consumed her. "Um, um, um, fu-fu-fuck me!" she wailed. "Come on, you bastard, fuck me hard and make me cum like you promised! God, you're... too... good." Sally was having trouble focusing as another orgasm began building in her groin. And if she'd thought the first orgasm Ted had given her had been tremendous, she could tell this one was going to be earth-shattering, and she rode the waves of passion as they built to a screaming crescendo. Ted, too, could feel the tingling in his balls that told him he was about to burst forth with one of the king cums of his life, and he began to long-stroke Sally's pussy at a blistering pace. Sally wrapped her arms and legs around this man that she knew she despised, but who was giving her the best fucking of her young life, and she completely gave herself over to their shared lust. She mewled, she growled, she moaned and she squealed as Ted began to reach his climax. But Sally was already there, as a full-body shudder ran from her head to her toes, and she thrashed and shook as a stupendous orgasm ripped through her guts. And the contractions in her pussy her climax caused proved too much for Ted. With a savage growl, he pumped a half-dozen supremely hard thrusts into Sally's twitching pussy and surrendered a gusher of cum that rocketed out the end of his cock in a seemingly endless series of hot, wet spurts. Sally and Ted clutched each other as they screamed out their mutual orgasm. After the initial rush of orgasm, Ted kept firing little microbursts of cum deep in Sally's womb for long minutes as she threw her head back against the cabinet in wondrous exhaustion. At long last, it was over, and Ted gingerly extracted his cock from Sally's still-twitching cunt, stepped down from the stool and slumped wearily into a chair. The backs of his legs were screaming in pain from the position he'd been standing in, but he knew it was worth it. Sally, meanwhile, sat motionless on the counter, her eyes closed in reverie, her chest heaving and her legs still splayed wide as Ted's cum dribbled out of her pussy onto the countertop. They were both covered in sweat from their exertions. Finally, Sally opened her eyes and seemed to come to. She looked down at Ted's wrecked visage and chuckled sardonically. "Well, you got what you wanted," she said in a quiet, hoarse voice. "Was it worth it?" Ted laughed slowly before answering, "Oh, it was worth it all right. But I've got plenty more to teach you, my dear, plenty more." "Good," Sally said. "Because that was the best sex I've ever had, and if you can make me cum like that every time, we'll have no problems, you and me. But let's get one thing straight. I still don't like you, and no matter how many times you make me cum, I still won't like you. You're still a cheating, no-good bastard, no matter how big your dick is, or how good you fuck. But I'll let you have me any time you want, because I don't have a choice, and because you are a great fuck. So, do we understand each other?" "Fair enough," Ted said. "Just remember who's the boss. Like I said last night, as long as you do exactly as I say, you can hate my guts to your heart's content. But I do have one other thing to say to you. I was right about you. You are a born slut, and I'm going to take you to places you never even dreamed you could go, and you're going to enjoy every minute of it." As Sally climbed down from the counter and headed upstairs to get ready for work, she had a dreadful feeling that he was absolutely correct. Saturday night It had been a busy, exhausting day at the boutique for Sally. Her lack of decent sleep, combined with the physical exertions of her morning liaison with Ted, had sapped her reserves, then she had spent almost the entire day on her feet. When she finally got home around 10 p.m., she was bone-tired, and all she wanted to do was crawl in bed and sleep for about 12 hours. But when she entered her bedroom, she knew that wasn't going to happen right away. As soon as she turned on the light, she gave a violent start as she saw her bedroom was occupied. Sitting in the chair in her room drinking a glass of whisky was her stepfather. He was dressed in a long robe, and, apparently, nothing else. Sally's shoulders slumped slightly when she saw him sitting there, but her pussy came to life, almost of its own volition. The thought that her body was so eagerly awaiting another sexual encounter with Ted dismayed her. It was like her sexuality had a mind of its own, divorced from logic or reason. For long moments, they just looked at each other, and as Sally stared into Ted's eyes, a disconcerting feeling arose, for Ted's eyes had a blazing, unfocused look to them, as if he was high on something, which, in fact, he was. He had scored some cocaine from one of his tennis buddies that evening and had spent some four hours in a private back room at the club snorting line after line of the powerful drug. Coke was Ted's big weakness, other than rich pussy, of course, and he considered it his favorite aphrodisiac. He had barely been able to suppress his hard-on as he got higher and higher, contemplating what he planned to do with Sally when she got home. Sally's Slut Stories: The Beginning Finally, he spoke up. "So, rough day?" "Yeah, and I don't think I'm up for another round with you," Sally said, trying desperately to avoid submitting to him again, so soon after their earlier encounter. "Too bad," Ted said roughly, as he stood up, dropped his robe onto the floor and strode naked to where she was standing. "Like I said, any time I want you, and I want you now, right here in your bed." Then he took Sally in his arms and pressed his lips to hers, and despite her weariness, she found herself responding to his embrace. Unconsciously, her tongue wrestled with Ted's as her passion began to mount, and his hard cock poked its way between her legs, which were still covered by her skirt. She knew she was slipping into madness and depravity, but she couldn't help herself. Ted had kicked open the door to her carnality, and she knew in her subconscious that she would never get enough good fucking. When they broke the embrace to suck in air, Ted sat back down naked, his throbbing erection pointed toward the ceiling. "Strip for me," he commanded. Sally groaned, both in arousal and frustration, but she obeyed immediately. Off came her blouse and skirt, and she stood in front of her stepfather in her bra and panties. Reaching behind her, she unclasped the bra and let it fall to the floor, exposing her tits to Ted's intense gaze. Ted gave a little snort of satisfaction when he saw that Sally's nipples were rock-hard. "I think your body's giving you away, sweetheart," he said with a sardonic chuckle. "You may say you don't want me, but those nips of yours are saying something else entirely. Go on, play with them, get yourself warmed up." Sally did as she was bidden, rolling her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, and as she did, she felt hot sparks of lust shoot from her tits all the way to her spine. She had to admit, he was right. No matter what she might say to the contrary, she wanted him and he knew it. Her juicing pussy attested to that. And the truth was, she'd walked around the shop all day in a light state of arousal, her pussy tingling from the workout it had gotten that morning, and the feelings had been heightened by the bare feeling of her newly shaved cunt. As she rolled her nipples between her fingers, she cupped her breasts and squeezed, and as she did an involuntary moan escaped her lips. After watching her play with her tits for a few minutes, Ted told Sally to drop her panties and she did. Ted whistled as her bare beaver came into view, and he grinned wickedly when he saw the gleam of her arousal on her labia. He stood up then and closed in on her. Again they embraced, kissing wantonly, while he slithered two fingers between her legs. There was no pretense on Sally's part now; she kissed him back with equal ardor and closed a hand around the shaft of Ted's dick. She jacked him lightly, and quickly felt the moistness of his pre-cum bubbling out the tip of his cock. She used that to lubricate his cock so that it gleamed just like the dew on her own cunt. Without being told, Sally dropped to her knees and began to lick the shaft and the head of his dick up and down and all around. After a minute or so of that, she opened her mouth and accepted his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head as she sank her mouth on Ted's hot tool. This time, she was able to take about two-thirds of it before she began to gag and choke, so she pulled her mouth back and began to work her mouth vigorously, wantonly, over that part of his cock that was in her mouth, and she used her hand on the rest of him. Ted threw his head back in pure lust as Sally worked her mouth and hand around his cock, her lips stretched wide around his shaft. Finally, he couldn't take any more of her sucking without cumming, and he knew that's not what he wanted. He had a particular spot in Sally's body where he wanted to deposit this cum load, and it wasn't in her mouth. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and ordered her to get on her hands and knees on her bed, right at the edge. Sally did as he commanded, which left her ass sticking up in the air. Ted stepped up to the bed and ran both hands up the insides of Sally's thighs, slipping two fingers up her sodden vagina and pumping them a few times. Sally gave a growl of lust as Ted fingered her pussy slowly, but steadily, then she gasped when he bent down and pressed his face to her crotch from behind. At first he licked the inside of Sally's pussy with his long tongue, tasting her wetness. Then he pressed his whole face into her pussy and sucked hard, as if he was trying to pull the inside of her pussy into his mouth, then, with his mouth full of her pussy, he slithered his tongue over her clit, and Sally gave a hard jerk as her arousal spiked sharply. Ted worked at her cunt with his lips, tongue and fingers, until Sally's hips with moving erratically from the mounting climax that was swelling in her groin. Just when Ted sensed Sally was about to cum, he slashed his tongue upward and began licking vigorously on her asshole. Sally immediately jerked forward and turned around sharply. "What are you doing?!" she asked with alarm. "You're not thinking about..." "Oh, but I am," Ted answered. "I'm going to fuck that perky little ass of yours, get it broken in right." "NOOO!" Sally exclaimed with a whimper. "You'll hurt me. Please, don't." Ted reached for a jar of cold cream that was on Sally's dresser, placed it on the bed, then gently pulled her back to him and resumed fingering her boiling twat. "Don't worry," he said with a soft, but firm tone. "Once you get used to it, you'll love it. I promise, I'll take it slow and easy, but I am going to get my cock in here." And as he said that he bent his face back to Sally's ass and began to lick her back hole. Sally could feel real fear at the idea of Ted's huge cock in her tiny butt hole, but as he soothingly licked her ass, she began to feel pleasurable sensations radiating from her ass to her inner core. This confused her. How could someone get pleasure from something so disgusting as that? But there was no denying that Ted's lips and tongue on her anus were starting to feel really good. Still, Sally tensed involuntarily when Ted pushed his middle finger past her anal ring and began to slide it back and forth in her butt. As he began to slowly finger-fuck her ass, Ted pushed her forward until she was squarely in the middle of the bed, climbed on the bed, knelt behind Sally, pulled her hips up and began to lash the proffered pussy vigorously from behind. Sally quickly began to relax around the slowly pumping digit in her ass, especially when Ted's tongue began to send bolts of lust racing from her crotch to her brain. She could feel a strong orgasm building, but just when it seemed like she was about to peak, Ted pulled his face away, got up on his knees behind her and brought the head of his fully-inflamed dick up to Sally's cunt lips. He rubbed the head between her lips, teasing her with it almost then he scudded the head up between her butt cheeks and rubbed it several times over her anus, which was wet with his saliva and Sally's cunt juice that he'd smeared around her rim. Sally screwed her eyes shut awaiting Ted's anal assault, but instead he pushed the head of his dick past her pussy lips and thrust his cock balls deep in her cunt in one smooth stroke. Ted began to fuck her with a slow, but steady pace, supremely in control. Despite her apprehension, Sally could feel her elusive orgasm rushing to the fore with each deep stroke Ted pushed in her steaming cunt. At first, Ted gripped Sally's hips to control his thrusts, but as he felt the cum starting to boil in his balls, he reached down for the jar of cream, unscrewed the top and dipped a generous dollop onto two fingers. Then he smeared the goo all around her anal opening before pushing first one finger in, then the second. Sally could feel the orgasm starting to ignite from Ted's cock in her pussy, but she was having trouble firing as she worried about the invasion of her ass. But after a few minutes, Sally could feel the warm glow of her orgasm start to bubble over from the feeling of Ted's cock steadily working in her cunt, and the two fingers slowly rotating in her ass. It wasn't one of those earth-shattering climaxes, but it just seemed to build from the work Ted was doing in her crotch. Even as Sally's orgasm worked its way through her body, Ted, slid his cock out of her pussy and pressed the purple head to her shiny backside. He pushed slowly, but steadily, while Sally squeezed her eyes shut, gritted her teeth and gripped the sheets in her fists. It felt like some kind of log was being pushed in her ass, and tears welled in her eyes from the pain. And, suddenly, Ted's dick popped past her anal ring and entered her virgin ass. "OH GOD! It hurts! Please, take it out. PLEASE!" Sally cried. "Ssshhh, relax, relax," Ted cooed. "I told you I'd take it easy, but you've got to relax." In truth, Ted was having trouble holding back. His inclination was to ram his dick up Sally's ass in one wild, glorious plunge, but he knew it would be easier on her, and him, if he took things slow. Besides, he wanted Sally to learn to enjoy butt fucking, and a negative, painful experience her first time would make that task harder. So he slowly eased his cock in, one slow inch at a time, while reaching around with his right hand and fingering Sally's bloated clit. As he did that, Sally finally began to relax, and as she did, she found he was going in a little easier, and the pain was beginning to abate, replaced by the first germ of pleasure. And by the time Ted got his dick halfway into her ass, Sally found it was starting to feel quite good. Sally was confused at her reaction to this act that she had always considered the most disgusting thing imaginable. It was totally depraved, and yet she was amazed to realize that she was getting a huge turn-on from having her ass filled. Her pussy was dripping and tingling, and even as the thought passed her head, she felt her arousal mount again, and she found herself pushing back to get the rest of Ted's hot cock in her ass. Ted just held himself there when he had his cock all the way in Sally's butt. He looked down at where they were joined, and he almost had to pinch himself in disbelief that he really did have his entire throbbing cock buried in his stepdaughter's ass. Then he pulled back slightly and began to pump, slowly, subtly. As he did, a long, low groan, an unmistakable sound of lust, escaped Sally's lips. Sally buried her face in her pillow as the waves of lust kept mounting from Ted's slow, but relentless pumping in her ass. She frantically reached underneath her body, found her swollen clit, and she quickly began to furiously rub the hard nub. Immediately, she was rewarded with lightning bolts of sensation rippling through her body. Slowly, but surely, Ted began to pick up steam, pulling back a little further with every stroke. He couldn't believe how good, how tight, Sally's ass felt as it molded around his large dick with every inward push. His last couple of lines of coke were really starting to kick in, sending tingling sensations up and down his cock, but also numbing him, and giving him remarkable staying power. It didn't take long before Sally's second orgasm exploded with white-hot intensity, seemingly consuming her body from inside out. There was no pretense now, no question about it; she loved the feeling of Ted's big cock fucking her ass. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced before in her life, and the orgasms she was feeling were nothing like the one she'd had earlier that morning, or any other time, for that matter. It was like a hot lava flow, churning and roaring through her body, as successive climaxes reduced her to a quivering, sweaty bundle of flesh. Almost subconsciously, Sally's hips rotated lewdly around Ted's iron-hard pole. But no matter how hard Sally fucked back on him, Ted kept a cool, simmering pace in her butt. At one point, Ted sat back to give his body a quick break, and also to test just how far Sally had descended into the fuck zone, that near-catatonic state, where nothing mattered but pure sexual pleasure. He'd given Sally a glimpse of that world that morning on the kitchen counter, but this was different. As he pulled Sally up into a more upright position, he was thrilled to see her respond automatically, getting up high on her knees to ride the pleasure pole that was impaling her ass. She threw her head back and gave a wordless howl, and in the process, her long blonde hair swished annoyingly across Ted's face. Sally took every bit of Ted's cock deep in her bowels, and was dementedly calling for more. Ted failed to stifle a wicked grin as he listened to his stepdaughter's whorish patter. Once again the thought came to him that he had been right about her. Beneath that snooty exterior was a body that was made for sex, and a mind that harbored a deep reservoir of carnality. He was looking forward to making her into what he now knew she secretly wanted to be, a wanton slut who would fuck him any time he wanted, and fuck anybody he told her too, willingly and without question. And it was that thought, the thought of Sally in the midst of wild, uninhibited orgies that finally pushed him over the edge. As he felt his balls start to rumble, he climbed up on his feet, pushed Sally's head and shoulders firmly on the bed and began to pound her with incredibly long, hard, fast thrusts. Ted grunted now every time he hit bottom in Sally's twitching ass. As she continued to frantically pinch, push and roll her clit with the fingers of one hand, she added a couple of fingers from her other hand and pushed them into her pussy. Ted held back the tidal wave of cum for as long as he could, but finally he surrendered. Dropping back onto his knees, he drove his dick one final time as deep as possible then exploded in a fire hose of super-hot cum. He shot off in Sally's ass with utter abandon, and it felt almost like a nail gun, driving sharp steel-like bolts of semen deep in Sally's wildly contracting rectum. Sally twitched and jerked from the effects of an explosive orgasm that swept over her on the tide of cum that quickly filled her ass to overflowing. As they finally came down from their twin high, Sally and Ted collapsed prone on the bed, but incredibly, Ted's cock didn't go completely soft. He pulled Sally onto her left side and kept pumping, lightly at first, then with more persistence, until his cock was fully hard again. Lying on his side in a spoon position, he gave Sally's ass five more minutes of hard fucking, drawing yet another, weaker orgasm from her body before he shot a second, smaller load of cum into her bowels. Finally, it was over, and Sally couldn't believe how empty she felt when Ted's cock oozed out of her flooded ass like a giant slug. They lay there for several long, languid minutes clinging to each other, while Ted idly cupped Sally's right breast and traced circles around her nipple. Sally was nearly asleep when Ted abruptly stirred and got up, and she rolled over and sat up groggily on the bed. He sat down heavily on the chair and drained what was left of his drink, mostly watered-down whisky and small remnants of ice. His body was exhausted from the workout he'd just put it through, but his mind was going a hundred miles an hour. It was time to set the rules for his whore. "OK, here's the deal," he began. "I'm leaving tomorrow for Phoenix. I have to play in a tournament over there, and I won't be back until Thursday. By the time I get back, you will have done several things. The first thing you do Monday is to make an appointment and get all of that hair cut off. I want it short, the shorter the better." Sally was aghast. Her golden mane was her pride and joy, and she could spend hours just brushing it. Tears welled in her eyes as she pleaded her case. "But, Ted, I've been growing this for... Well, I don't remember the last time I cut it. Please, you can't make me do that. Please?" "It's in the way," Ted said. "You're not going to have time to primp yourself any more, and for what you're going to be doing, it'll just get in the way." Ted had anticipated this reaction, but he was playing a psychological game. He had already humbled her by making her shave her pussy, now he was making her give up one of the things she took the most pride in. Plus, he could sense that shorter hair would make Sally look that much more vulnerable and that much more exposed. She could no longer hide her body behind her hair, as she often did around the house. Sally bit her lip to keep from breaking down at this development, and awaited further instructions. "Next, you are to contact a gynecologist about contraceptives," he continued. "I hate rubbers with a passion, and we're not going to risk the possibility of making little Teds. Also, throw out all of your pantyhose; get rid of them. From now on, if you wear underwear, it has to be silk or satin, none of this cotton crap. When I get back, I'll set you up with a credit card for your own 'personal' use that you can use at Frederick's to buy some slinky, sexy under things, you know, crotchless panties, garter belts and such. "Finally, you're going to lose that stupid boyfriend of yours. I don't care what you tell him, but I want you broken up by the time I get back. From now on, you'll only date whom I tell you you can date. Oh, and keep that pussy clean. Get used to doing it every time you bathe, and before long it'll be a habit. I never want to see hair down there again, not even a hint of stubble. My whore can't let anything come between her pussy and my cock. Got all that?" Sally just nodded, her mind, body and soul in turmoil. Ted put his robe back on, gathered up his empty glass, walked to the bed and gave Sally a kiss before turning and sliding quietly out the door. As soon as he was gone, Sally turned on her side and sobbed bitterly. She was utterly, completely confused by the radical turn her life had suddenly taken. Why was this happening to her? And why was she getting so much enjoyment from it? Those were questions she would be asking herself quite a lot over the ensuing years. To be continued...