Ron Taylor: The sucking stepmother

"Fuck me, Frank," she said in a hoarse, pleading voice. "Fuck me, please!"

Rusty had fucked her cunt raw, but now, seeing her husband's stiff cock and knowing that she had caused it to stiffen, she was hornier than ever. She had to have it.

Amanda sank onto the kitchen floor, open, available. Frank looked down at her, then dropped to his knees beside her. With his pants tangled around his ankles, he moved onto his wife. She pulled his cock to the wet, hungry mouth of her pussy.

As he thrust, she tossed her head and gave a wailing cry of acceptance. His cock fucked deep and hard, and she wondered why she had ever needed to look for strange cock. When it was good between them, it was unbeatable. And right now, it was better than good.

She trapped him inside her legs, and she showed him that she still knew what fucking was all about, even if he'd forgotten. Her pussy swallowed his cock. Her hands cupped his ass and she pulled his prick deeper into her cunt.

"Oh, fuck me, make me come!" she gasped. His cock continued to stab her, and she moved into a realm beyond words. A minute later, she was only dimly aware of his prick's gushing eruption into her pussy, but she felt the shiver of his body against hers and she knew that it was as good for him as it was for her.

"Jesus," he said. "It was such a shock. A million thoughts ran through my mind. At first, I wanted to kill you. Both of you. He was fucking something that belonged to me. I saw his cum oozing out of your pussy, the wet froth on your lips, the way your tits bounced up and down – oh, you were excited, weren't you? You dug it! And it was my fault. I realized that the moment I stopped hating long enough to take a deep breath."

He snuggled closer. They were on their bed, both naked, fondling each other as they lay together in the hot steamy afterglow of vicious sex.

"How could I have been such a fool? I didn't realize I'd almost lost you until I saw you with another man. It enraged me, it shamed me, it made me want to kill you with my cock."

"You came close!"

"I'm changing," Frank said. "Money is only money. I've been married three times, and you're the best wife I ever had. I'm not going to lose you. Whatever it takes to keep you happy, I'll do it."

Whatever it takes? Amanda wondered. Does that include sharing me with your stepson?

"Did it really excite you to see Rusty fucking me?" she asked.

Frank nodded.

Oh, boy, she thought, have I got some video tapes you should see. Your cock may never go soft again! She leaned against him, feeling the warmth of his body on hers.

Her hand trapped his cock and she looked up at him.

"You never seemed to get hard around me very much!" she whispered. "But even though you just fucked the living shit out of me on the kitchen floor, I can feel your cock hardening up. It excites me, Frank. Are you as excited as I am?"

Frank nodded. "Yeah, I really am."

Amanda leaned down and began to lick the stiffening lance of his prick. She could still taste the cum on his cock. She'd almost forgotten what her husband's jizz tasted like. But she remembered now. And she thirsted to feel the spurt of his spunk down her throat.

Their lives were changing. She had no idea where it would lead, but she knew her life, and Frank's, would never be quite the same again.

"Tell me, darling," she said in a soft, sultry, very naughty voice, looking up at him while the frothy bubble of her cocksucking spit was still on her lips. "Have you ever in your life stuck your cock up a woman's asshole? And if you haven't, would you be interested in giving it a try?"