Ron Taylor: The sucking stepmother

But through it all there was the constant bite and stab of that drill bit cock of his, hammering deep into Amanda's hot wet cunt, its hard fierce strokes coaxing more and more whines and whimpers, and even an occasional scream, from the chestnut-haired woman who was pinned to the bed by the inserted length of Rusty's prick.

It was exciting, too, to think that after over a year of marriage, she had finally taken her fantasies by the tits and was living them out. But what was she supposed to do? Frank, her husband, wasn't enough. He was doing great if he remembered to fuck her on a monthly basis. But he was older than she, and he lived primarily for his work. She'd known that going into the marriage. She had thought, at first, that she could live with it. Now she knew she was wrong.

"I wanna ride you!" she panted. "Let me get on top!"

"I figured you'd wanna be on top sooner or later!" Rusty gasped in reply.

He yanked his prick out of her and rolled onto his back, holding his cock upright while Amanda mounted him. She grabbed his prick and wedged it between the pouting, cumslick flaps of her pussy, and she sank down upon him, eating his cock with her cunt in one gulp.

She rotated her pussy downward until his long cock was fully buried inside her.

"Oh, Jesus, that feels good," she whispered, and she leaned forward until her tits dangled down into his face.

Rusty seized her tits, manipulating the full, fleshy globes. The nipples were stiff and red, and his mouth fed at them, as greedy as if they'd been oozing milk down his throat. His fingers pawed her tits, digging into the spongy flesh of the mounds, while she continued to squeeze his cock in the excited grip of her wet hot cunt.

The fire in Amanda's pussy was out of control. She bounced up and down, spitting his cock out and then gulping it with her cuntal tube. The increasing friction as she fucked him faster and faster was driving her cunt crazy.

"You're gonna make me come," she said in a quivering, throaty voice. "Oh, I'm gonna come all over that big hard prick!"

"Gonna fill your hot pussy!" Rusty groaned from beneath, between sucks at her flopping tits. "I got an ocean of cum in my balls, and it's all for you, baby, all for you! Make up for what your old man isn't giving you!"

Amanda stiffened as the first jolts of orgasm hit her. When she came, she always came big.

"Do it, baby, do it to my pussy!" she moaned. "Oh, God, I'm commmmming!"

He grabbed her ass and pounded his cock up into her cunt, slam-dunking her with eight inches of rock-hard prick. Each stroke made Amanda's clit throb, and the head of his cock, burrowing deep in her belly, was like a tractor-trailer driving up her hot orgasmic pussy.

Rusty rolled her off him, his cock not missing a stroke up her cunt, and he fucked her from above, banging hard and deep. Amanda screamed with each thrust, her body jerking to meet his cock.

"Let me fuck those tits, baby," he said, drool foaming on his lips.

He straddled her stomach and fed his cock into the deep valley between Amanda's big tits. She squeezed the mounds together around him, and he began to move in and out. The tip of his cock bumped her chin. She stretched out her tongue to lick at it, and the taste of her pussy cream all over his bloated prick intensified the passion of her orgasm.

He thrust forward, deeper, and his cock entered her mouth. She sucked hungrily at it, though the angle was all wrong for deep throating.

"Now, baby, gonna do it now!" he gasped, and even as the words echoed off the walls of Amanda's bedroom, Rusty's prick began to gush its blistering load of cum into her mouth.

She gargled on his jizz, slurping as her mouth filled and overflowed. She had both hands on his cock now, milking him into her mouth, her tongue fluttering across the tip of his prick as the sticky cock juice continued to spurt in a seemingly endless river of lust.

Her face was milky with his spunk as she looked up at him. "Oh, Christ, I needed that! How soon can you get this fucker hard again, darling? I think I'm gonna need it again, very, very soon!"

Amanda Webster picked up the remote control and aimed it at the television. She pushed the button and the screen image went dead and blank. Amanda stood up and turned around, her arms folded just below her ripe, thrusting tits.

"All right," she said. "So just what is it that you little bastards expect to get out of this?"

"What do you think we might want?" Steve Webster asked, smirking in that young preppy style that always made Amanda want to punch the little fucker out.

She was chilled with shock, despite the heat of the summer day. And not lent because it was obvious that her stepsons had bugged her bedroom.

"Yeah," said Steve's twin Sam. He was also smirking, and the sight of his smug face made Amanda's fist clench angrily. "Just what do you think we might want from you, Amanda? Or do you think we ought to call you Mom? After all, you are married to our dad."

Steve went to the VCR and pushed the eject button. The tape came easing out, and he put it into a plastic case, which he stuffed under his arm.

"We have to take real good care of this," he said. "It would be a shame if anything happened to it."

"A real shame," Amanda said, staring from one boy to the other.

Sam came around the sofa. "I think we ought to discuss this over a drink."

"You're too young to drink," Amanda said. "Put that bottle down, or I'll tell your…"

"Seems like we all have things to tell Dad, huh?" Sam laughed, pouring himself a man sized jolt of whiskey. He added ice from the bucket and took a sip, his eyes fixed on Amanda over the rim of the glass. "I wonder whose stories he'd find most interesting? Yours, or ours? And like they say, a picture is worth a thousand words. We have a lot of pictures on this cassette. Some of them are worth even more than a thousand words!"

"Who was the guy, anyway, Amanda?" Steve asked, coming over to fix a drink for himself. "He's not one of our crowd."

Amanda went scarlet. She had no intention of telling these arrogant young brats that she had fucked the man who brought her car back from its quarterly service visit at the garage. That she had been sitting around the house, idle, bored, horny beyond belief, and that suddenly seeing Rusty Parker at the door had stimulated her to the boiling point.

"I asked you what you expect to get out of this tape," Amanda said. "Obviously, you intend to blackmail me with it. Would it make any difference if I told you that this was the only time I have ever cheated on your father since I married him?"

"Not a fucking bit of difference," Sam and Steve said in unison.

She had never particularly liked her stepsons. They were teenagers, not a great deal younger than Amanda herself. In fact, she was almost of an age to be their older sister, rather than their stepmother. Sam and Steve were also spoiled rotten by their father, and they had resented her from the moment she came into their lives. They were always staring at her, with eyes that seemed to peel her bare.

But now they had peeled her bare with their video camera.

"Money?" she asked. "You want money?"

Sam shook his head. "Nah, we don't want money. We've got all the money we need. C'mon, guess what we want from you?"

Amanda frowned.

"Shit," Steve said. "Do we have to spell it out for you, bitch? We want the same thing you gave the guy from the garage! We want some of that furry cunt between your long legs! And if we don't fucking get it, we're giving this tape to Dad!"

Amanda's jaw dropped. "You little bastards! If you I'm gonna…"

Steve tapped the cassette. "I bet Dad would just love to know what kind of a slut he married. Did you ever suck his asshole, like you did the guy from the garage? Maybe if you had, he'd have gotten a little hornier with you, huh, Amanda?"