Ann LeBere - Stepmother's bed

"First, we'll sixty-nine," she said, "and then I want you to fuck me in the ass," she instructed casually. "Many of the boys I date back East like to fuck that way and I know you'll find it gratifying, Denny. Just trust me, dear."

Jesus, she's a sex technician! Denny thought. She had their bed session all carefully planned out, with her in command. Well, it would be a different kind of sex trip, Denny decided. "Uh-why not fuck you in the cunt?" he inquired. "You sore down there or something-from Frederick?"

"Don't be silly!" she said. "It's because I didn't bring my contraceptive pills with me, that's all, and I don't want to get pregnant. Anyway, you don't want to use an old rubber again, do you? One of my boyfriends, Jimbo, says fucking with a rubber's like trying to take a bath with your underwear on."

Denny had to laugh, despite the skilled massage on his cock and her twat shoving against his probing finger. "Yeah, that's sort of true, I guess," he said.

"Listen, Denny," Denise whispered very softly, "I want us to make a lot of noise. Fuck noise. Okay? We don't have to scream and wake everyone up or anything, but I want Joyce to hear us grunting and moaning, you know? I want her to feel all frustrated and left out-the way I felt last night listening to you guys fucking. Please?"

She was a sickee all right, Denny thought, but then he welcomed her getting up on top of him, so that her cunt was hovering over his face. He didn't care what she requested at this point. He would do anything she said-absolutely anything!

She took his cock into her mouth then and began sucking skillfully, greedily, taking those slurping, sucking sounds. They were in sixty-nine position and he slid a finger into her cunt as he licked her clit and stared at her tight little ass hole that had accommodated so many young males from the East. Crazily, he wondered how it could still be so tight looking. She had a big snatch for a girl still in her teens, he thought, comparing her with Norma. Suddenly, sighing, she reached back and indicated she wanted his thumb up her ass as they sixty-nined. He complied, and he now had a finger in each hole as he sucked her clit

She kept repeating: "Good, Denny… nice… ummm… Yes, do it to me everywhere, Denny!"

Sometimes Denny got carried away with the feelings assaulting his prick, as Denise licked and sucked, and he would momentarily cease working on her. Then, she would practically shriek and force him to exert steady pressure. He wondered what Joyce was thinking… if she was awake…

"Very well," Denise said after perhaps ten minutes of mutual genital licking. Now, Denny, I want you to fuck me in the ass-doggie-style. You're going to love it, Denny. But be sure to stick your cock in nice and slow. You must remember that an ass hole isn't a pussy."

Denny tried valiantly to get his cockhead into the tight ass hole. Finally, he got the head inside and it was smooth fucking.

"Ahhhh!" Denise moaned. "Purr-fect. I love it up my ass. Almost better than anything. Nice and tight, huh? Boys love it when I grip their pricks with my ass this way. There… you like that? Feel good, Denny? Huh? It drives boys out of their minds and I love it-half hurting and half coming all the time."

Denny had to admit that he did like it-almost as well as fucking a cunt or getting sucked off. Mainly, it was different. He fucked that way, holding her hips hard for leverage. She wagged her ass back and forth fast and hard, making the bedsprings squeak even louder than last night when Denny had fucked his sister. He began to slam his pelvis very hard against the cushion of her ass cheeks, stabbing his hard-on as far as it would go up into her innards. Twice he even hurt her slightly and, to his surprise, this pleased him.

She was pressing her hand hard against her clit as he fucked her back door, getting off that way while he banged her butt hole and listened to her and listening to her monologue about how good it felt.

Suddenly she squealed, "Okay, now blow your nuts… fire your wad, baby… squirt your sperm fishies up my ass and let 'em swim!"

She knew all the terms, it occurred to Denny-some he had never even heard before-but her crude language turned him on. Denny thought of himself as a male stud then, giving this poor, desperate, horny female the cock treatment she had to have. Wheezing, gasping, he drove his prick like a jackhammer into the velvet-soft channel, jolting her so that she fell forward onto her face and lay gasping, taking everything he had to stick her with. Roughly, he held her that way, with the back of his hand hard against the back of her neck and prick-stabbed her ass with every ounce of his strength. Yeah, The Duchess was pinned and helpless now, he realized. Nothing superior about her now! She was nothing but a drooling, frothing-at-the-mouth female taking anything and everything he wanted to deal out to her. As he fucked, he was astounded at his own dormant hostility that now surfaced in almost sadistic frenzy. He was a sexual madman, but he didn't care.

Her orgasmic wail came then, and it was pitiful and delicious music to his ears. He jolted her, rocked her still harder, savoring her shuddering sobs. And then his sperm came tickling up from his balls and blasted into her innards. Grunting, he fell forward hard onto her then, still keeping his prick up there in the heat of her. He made his cock jiggle with his muscles, making sure all his come drained from his rod. Then he got up and went to the bathroom to clean himself off.

"You're really a splendid fucker," Denise complimented him when he returned. It's a pity you have to leave for San Francisco tomorrow. We could fuck maybe four or five times every day.

Denny wasn't sure he would like a steady diet of anal sex, but he was pleased that this older girl appreciated a true cocksman when she tangled with one. Swaggering a little, he returned to his own bed.

It was the last day for Denny and Joyce in Walden Flats and the September morning sun was already baking the lush, green landscape, the shingles of the wood-frame house, the still waters of Landon. Pond which lay several miles to the south. Martin Reardon sat reading the morning paper at the breakfast table. Norma, Denny, Joyce and Denise had just finished eating. A quiet sadness filled the dining room. Their Oregon vacation was over and nobody felt much like talking.

Then, scowling at the Walden Flats Inquirer, Martin Reardon downed the last of his coffee and said, "Well, they finally caught that freak who's been molesting young girls around these parts. Would-you believe it's Ben Krump-Mrs. Sherman's helper there at the pharmacy? Now do you see why I forbade you hitchhike?" He shook his head. "Damned good thing you had bicycles to ride! That sex-crazed ex-con was doing all sorts of perverse things to his innocent victims. I say they should lock him up for life. Turns out he has quite a record."

Denny and Joyce exchanged meaningful glances. Denny knew his sister felt intense pity for this strange man. She had told him so when she had finally confessed the entire incident to him. He watched his sister's facial expression as she learned that this "sex criminal" would no doubt spend the rest of his life behind bars. Yes, she seemed on the verge of tears, Denny noticed.

Martin Reardon stood up abruptly, glancing at his watch. "I've decided to make something of a farewell speech," he said, rather pompously. "I wonder if you'd mind-all of you-stepping into the living room with me for a moment." He strode into the living room, not waiting for an answer, and the four of them got up and followed. Even the dog, Frederick, filed into the big room.

Martin Reardon waited until they were all seated (Frederick lay down in the corner), and then he paced, as if trying to gather his thoughts. There stands a chiropractor who has fucked his step-daughter and daughter, Denny thought. What would the local newspaper say about that?