John Douglas - Stepmother Lover

There was no doubt about it, he realized. Joyce was enjoying what the boy was doing to her. When she told him of Ted's demands, she had insisted that she would merely lie there and let him vent his lust on her motionless body. But she was anything but motionless as the cock slid in and out, its thick shaft glistening with her juices.

Suddenly, Joyce's whimpers became little cries of ecstasy, and her ass twisted violently beneath the hammering hips of her nephew. Her scissoring legs flexed to hunch her crotch against the pounding maleness, and Ralph knew she was coming.

Ted recognized the signals too. Hilting his prick in the churning sheath, he worked his hips in a savage circling that rubbed her labia and massaged her convulsing depths as Joyce gasped her way through a climax that left her weak and trembling.

Relaxing atop the almost motionless body, Ted twisted his head about to flash Ralph a sardonic grin. "I think I've just struck oil, Uncle Ralph," he chuckled. "It's getting awfully greasy in there. I guess I'd better pump it out."

Still looking at his uncle's florid face, the boy began hunching again, stroking the juicy cunt until its slippery overflow bubbled out about his sliding cock to coat his balls and trickle sluggishly down the woman's wiggling ass cleft.

Still fucking her with those powerful thrusts that slammed his belly against hers with each hilting, Ted dropped his eyes to Ralph's crotch.

His grin became a mocking sneer.

"Shame on you, Uncle Ralph!" His words were interspersed by little grunts as he slammed his prick into the responsive cunt, feeling the vaginal muscles squeeze and massage its throbbing length. "You're getting a hard-on from watching your wife get fucked!"

Ralph chewed his lower lip, digging his fingers into the chair arms in a vain effort to halt the swelling of his own cock. It was true, he admitted. His original anger had been replaced by a strange and overwhelming sensation that he could not identify and which he could not resist.

He glared back at the grinning boy, his hands releasing the chair and falling to his hairy thighs. Slowly, one hand crept to the pulsating column of his own prick, curling about it and squeezing until the purple knob ached with pressure. He wet his lips and his shoulders shuddered convulsively.

"Fuck her, damn you!" he cried in a choked voice. "Fuck her harder!"

Chuckling with sadistic amusement, Ted rode the panting women with furious thrusts, making her cry out with the savagery of his deep thrusts. The bed shook beneath them, and Joyce worked her ass in a frantic effort to match his strokes with the delightful wiggling of her elevated hips.

She felt the sudden change in tempo as Ted shortened his strokes and jabbed the head of his cock against her womb with jarring plunges, his body trembling with the nearness of his own orgasm.

"Yes!" Joyce panted, screwing her cunt about the swelling length of his shaft. "Give it to me! Give me that come!"

The huge cock plunged into her belly and the heavy balls rolled against her wriggling ass. Ecstasy blotted out all other sensations as her pussy exploded in response to the spurting semen that washed against her spasming womb in hot volleys that she could feel all the way to the heels that hammered her nephew's clenching buttocks.

Grunting, Ted tugged his spent cock from the foaming lips of the torrid cunt. He rolled off and onto his side, looking across at the man who had climbed to his feet, still pumping the engorged prick that poked outward from his trembling crotch.

"Don't be bashful, Uncle Ralph," he called in a breathless voice.

"Hell! She's your wife. Get it off in her snatch!"

The man shuffled forward, staring at the dripping jaws of the creamfilled cunt, and Joyce widened the angle of her thighs in invitation.

Ralph placed one knee on the bed, and Joyce eased a shapely leg over to draw him closer, pressing her calf against his thigh until he was kneeling over her, his cock aimed for that juicy crevice in the semenflecked curls.

With a hoarse cry, he collapsed atop his wife's body, fingers still curled about the jutting prick that was trapped between their bellies as it pumped its load of ropey sperm onto her heaving stomach, the cream spreading as Joyce shook her hips beneath him to friction her flesh against the exploding cock.

"You see," came Ted's sarcastic reminder. "All you needed was a little push in the right direction. I think you'll both learn to enjoy this."

Ignoring the youth, Ralph pushed himself up to whisper, "I'm sorry, darling! I couldn't help it! Honest to God! I couldn't help it!"

Joyce patted the man's cheek. "Of course, you couldn't. I understand."

"Sure she does," Ted added. "And she hopes you understand why she popped her cookies when I stuck my dick in her."

Ralph climbed to his feet, his cock still semi-erect and dripping. "Can we go back to our room?" he asked weakly.

"Not yet," was the soft answer. "Just make yourself comfortable over there." To Joyce, he said, "Pull your legs up and spread your knees."

Frowning, the woman obeyed, gripping both legs with her hands to hold them in the designated position. She stared in wonder as Ted moved down to kneel below her elevated hips.

He reached down and rubbed two fingers through the puddle of semen Ralph had spilled onto her belly. Joyce suppressed a sharp gasp when Ted carried the spunk-coated digits down to the splayed cleft of her ass, and began rubbing the slippery juice over her tiny anus.

Her elevated hips jerked when one of the fingers slipped inside the tight circle, squirming in a grinding spiral that widened the brown opening and massaged the delicate membranes beyond the sphincteral lips.

She gave a choked cry when he forced the second finger into her asshole, twisting the intruding stiffness to loosen the clenching anus.

Her husband leaned forward, his face anxious.

"You're not going to put it in there!" It was a declaration, rather than a question. "She would never let me do that. She's too tight."

Ted gave a chuckle, jamming the fingers deeper and wiggling them. "She won't be tight when I get through with her," he exclaimed. He looked down into Joyce's contorted face. "Shame on you! Refusing to give your husband a piece of that hot ass!"

Satisfied that the orifice was ready, he tugged his fingers from the juicy circle, and leaned over her belly, sliding the head of his cock through the creamy residue of Ralph's come. Then, without haste, he steered the big prick until the knob touched her tingling asshole.

"Noooooo!" she moaned, shaking her hips as the pressure increased.

"Please, Ted! Don't make me take it like that!"

"Don't fight it, Aunt Joyce," he urged. "You know how to loosen that thing!"

Holding his prick centered in the quivering striation, he gave a forceful lunge of his powerful hips, shoving the woman's body upward in the bed before the meaty knob of his cock snapped past the sphincter and into her previously lubricated colon.

"Uuunnnggghhhh!"

The tortured scream blasted from behind tightly clenched teeth as Joyce felt the hot hardness fill her intestinal sleeve, expanding the anal ring to its capacity, and frictioning through it to stretch the tender corridor about its throbbing bulk.

"Oh, God!" she wailed, twisting her hips in a vain effort to lessen the intolerable filling. "You're killing me!"

"Ted!" Ralph pleaded, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of that big cock sliding up into his wife's straining tail. "You're hurting her!"

His tool halfway toward its goal of complete hilting, Ted paused to glance back over his shoulder at the excited man whose own cock was beginning to swell again.

"All she has to do," he panted, "is relax her muscles. Just keep watching, Uncle Ralph. Once I get it all in, she'll be begging for more."