Ron Taylor: The sucking stepmother

It was true. She'd said it. But the words weren't entirely true. She'd been attracted to Frank Webster from their first meeting. He was a handsome, successful man. During their courtship he'd also been kind, generous, and attentive, and she'd thought he was crazy about her. It was only after they married that she found out sex was pretty far down his list of priorities. She'd spent more than a year trying to adjust to that fact of life and now, when she'd finally taken some minor steps to satisfy her own sex urges – the urges her husband didn't seem interested in filling – she'd been caught by his twin boys.

Again Sam's cock fucked into Amanda's asshole, drilling her savagely. The boy was too young to fuck so mean! Each thrust made Amanda scream again, but she and the boys were alone in the house. Screaming would not do a fucking bit of good, and it didn't even make her feel any better.

"You gotta kick her ass!" Sam panted to his brother. "You wouldn't believe how hot and tight it is! Oh, man, I've gotta fight for every inch I get into her, but once I'm in it, it feels like the hand of God squeezing my cock!"

Amanda panted hoarsely as the boy's cock kept on ramming her ass. She clawed at the sheets. Her shifter was on fire, and she knew it was bleeding from the violence of her stepson's attack.

"I'll get you for this!" she groaned intense voice. "I'll get you both!"

"Get this," Steve said, pulling her face down to his crotch.

His cock smelled of jizz and sweat. Despite the hefty load he'd squirted down her throat five minutes ago, he was still rigid, and he smeared his slime back and forth across her lips despite his stepmother's mumbled whimpers of protest.

"Suck me some more, Amanda!"

She shook her head. Her lips were sealed tightly.

"Okay, then, bitch," Steve said. "If you have to be forced [missing text]."

He pinched her nose with his fingers, sealing the nostrils shut. Amanda held her breath defiantly, while his cock continued to slide along the crease of her sealed lips.

Her lungs began to ache from lack of fresh oxygen almost as much as her asshole ached from excess of fresh prick. She tried to suck in just a whiff of air through the corner of her mouth, but she couldn't get enough. Her lips trembled, parted, and as she breathed in some air, Steve's cock went thrusting back into her mouth, as hard, as deep and as horny as before. She gagged, but the thrusts persisted. All she could do now was to suck him.

Amanda felt the stiffness of her stepson's cock increasing within her mouth. Panting, she could hardly hang onto it with her lips. She reached for his balls and gave them a squeeze, then balanced the base of his cock with her fingers. Her fist locked around it and prevented the boy from ramming her all the way to the balls on each stroke. She began to suck at the cockhead, her tongue and lips working in unison up and down the swollen cock-knob.

Sam yanked his cock out of her ass and shoved it straight up her pussy. The dirty act made Amanda shiver in disgust.

But the thickness of the boy's cock reaming her cunt with the same demonic fury he'd just fucked her shitter was exciting to Amanda. She couldn't help it. God, she loved to fuck! And it had been so long since she'd gotten all the fucking she needed to keep her happy. Yesterday the man from the garage, today her blackmailing stepson maybe, just maybe, her cunt might finally get the kind of attention it deserved!

Still it was also degrading, at the same time and she felt terribly embarrassed to know that her body was responding to the cock that filled her pussy, that she found the taste of Steve's prick in her mouth just as thrilling as when she blew him to his first orgasm.

"Ohhhh!" she whined around Steve's prick, slipping it in and out of her lips and fluttering it with her tongue, while her pussy did excited ripples of arousal along the rigid shaft of his twin brother's ramming cock.

Sam switched his cock from her pussy back to her asshole. He slapped her ass merrily as he fucked his cock into her shitter, and she wasn't sure whether the stinging slap or the sudden thrust of his penetration was more painful. But it only hurt for a moment, and as he picked up his fucking rhythm again, her body started to hum with a renewal of the terrifying excitement that had come to take charge of Amanda Webster.

"This is so wild, Amanda," Sam said. "All the things we always wanted to do to girls, but none of them would ever let us do – now we can do it all to you! And we're going to!"

Oh, the fuck you are! Amanda thought in revulsion. She was only tolerating this for the sake of redeeming the videotape they had made of her and Rusty. As soon as she got possession of that tape, she would come down hard-on these little mother fuckers. But until she got the tape, she had to do what they wanted, and something told her it could get pretty nasty.

Sam was cupping her pussy while he fucked her asshole, and she felt the tingly thrill of her clit in hut as his fingers tickled back and forth across the slick pink point. Juice oozed from her cunt – she always got juicy when she was fucked – and he soaked his fingers in the stuff before he rubbed her hot hard clit.

"Let's double-fuck her," Steve said. "Like those guys did to the girl in that video we saw the other night? You in her asshole and me in her pussy. We'll make a stepmother sandwich out of the hot bitch!"

"Oh, you rotten little bastards!" Amanda shouted, spitting out Steve's cock. Drool ran like a river down her chin. She was horrified to see how much she'd slobbered over the ripe hard-on that had filled her mouth. She was even more horrified to find her mouth itching for just one more taste of Steve's prick.

Without taking his cock out other whole, Sam lifted Amanda upward. She was on her knees now, her back straight, and the boy's cock was still shoved up her ass, though it wasn't moving, just marking its place. Sam pressed her from behind, stirring his cock around in her asshole, and she moaned in a mixture of pain and ecstasy.

He filled his hands with her big tits, and he bounced the mounds up and down, his fingers pawing hotly at their sweat-covered curves. He pinched the nipples as if he meant to strangle them, and the red buds erected even longer between his squeezing fingers. Each flex of his fingers was fresh torture to Amanda, but her nipples tingled with life and lust.

Steve came in from the front, his prick sticking up and out, rock-hard and dripping from his stepmother's saliva. He made her touch it, feel it, run her fingers up and down the stiff prick.

She looked into his eyes and she said, "You are such filthy kids! You ought to be taken out and shot!"

Her hand tightened on his cock and she looked down at it. The tip was massive, an almost fiery red in color. She stroked the velvety surface of his cock with her fingertips and gulped. From the rear, Sam's cock was beginning to fuck with authority, in and out of her whole. Though the strokes were short, they bit hard, and Amanda winced, then purred. She was discovering how fine was the line between pleasure and agony, and how much of each in the other.

Steve's face came in close, and his mouth touched hers. She stiffened at his kiss. He was already stiff, the proof of that throbbing inside her fist. She opened her lips slightly and their tongues touched. His smooth firm chest pressed against the hard-nippled mounds of her tits. Sam gave her another shove with his cock, and she groaned into Steve's open mouth. Her tongue thrust at him. She had no excuse for what she was doing now, no excuse at all.

She angled his prick downward slightly, moving the tip of it through her chestnut-colored pussyhair. She kissed him with the wet slice of her dripping cunt. As their flesh contacted, Steve gave a shove, and the knob of his prick entered his stepmother's cunt.