John Douglas - Stepmother Lover

Joyce lifted her torso, tugging her breast from Clyde's greedy lips.

Her face was a mask of emotion, the mouth drawn tightly against clenched teeth, and the eyes half-closed with the violence of her own need. She stared at Ted, her brows working as if in indecision.

"Damn you!" she whispered.

Her body lifted, and her hand sought the cream-smeared hardness of her son's prick, holding it in position as she fitted the dripping jaws of her cunt over its still-engorged head. With a luxurious sigh, she impaled herself on the rearing shaft, groaning with delight as the meaty knob slid up onto that hungry maw to supply the frictioning she needed for her aborted climax.

Beneath her, his hands urging her hips to begin their promising play, Clyde welcomed the incestuous coupling by shoving his pelvis up to impale her more firmly on his joint.

"I'm getting hard again, Mom!" the youth panted. "My God! I've never come three times in a row!"

Joyce began a slow grinding of her lush hips, working her cunt in a delightful massage of his throbbing prick. Slowly, she added a slight lifting and lowering that increased in length and frequency as the cock regained its full stiffness. She licked her lips and began fucking him with a determined hunching that made the boy cry out with ecstasy.

"You're going to come again, Clyde," she hissed. "For mother!"

Ted's coarse laughter blended with their throaty moans as Joyce's cunt exploded in the climax she had been seeking, and Clyde slammed his hips up to hilt his prick in her convulsing depths, unable to reach his own orgasm, but pistoning his mother's pussy into a second come almost before the first had subsided.

Clyde turned a perspiring face toward Ted, his eyes pleading as he panted, "Can I get on top?"

"Be my guest," his cousin grunted. "Give her a real workout."

With a flurry of arms and legs, the two bodies managed a reversal of position without disengaging the stiff cock, and Joyce drew the boy down between her thighs with a cry of joy. Her mouth opened under his kiss, and she wrapped her legs high about his waist as he began hammering his prick in and out of the snug sheath that nibbled and chewed the sliding hardness that plumbed its juicy corridor.

"My! My!" Ted exclaimed teasingly. "I wonder what Uncle Ralph will say about this!" His prick was stiffening again, aroused by the sight and sound of the incestuous union.

Clyde was a handsome lad, his body well-muscled and tanned, and his cock was almost as large as Ted's. His ass, perfectly proportioned, rose and fell with a savage rhythm, levering the thick spear in and out of her fluttering labia, stretching and stroking the delicate vaginal walls that yielded repeated surges of slippery juice to bathe his meaty piston.

Joyce had her eyes closed, and both arms about her son's body. Her ass, lifted by her scissoring legs, shook and bucked in response to the deep probing of her hungry snatch.

Beneath Clyde's swaying balls, her anus winked convulsively, the brown circlet pushing in and out with the flexing of her happy cunt. A slimy mixture of her juices and the semen Ted had pumped into her belly had been forced from her pussy lips to coat her perineum and the cleft of her magnificent ass.

Without hesitation, Ted rose to his knees and positioned himself behind the hunching youth, making him jerk violently when he laid one hand on the pounding hips.

"Relax, cousin," Ted murmured. "Just spread your knees a little. I'm gonna pack her asshole while you take care of that snatch."

His buttocks clenching, Clyde shifted his legs, and Ted moved in between them, shoving the head of his prick beneath the lad's heavy scrotum to press it firmly against Joyce's winking anus.

"Nooooooo!" she wailed, trying to unhook her legs from Clyde's hips, but finding them blocked by Ted's powerful hands. She felt the pressure increase, and twisted her hips in one last effort to evade the determined hardness that was stretching her anal opening into a circle of quivering tissue about its invading knob.

Once again, Clyde felt his cousin's throbbing cock move against his tightening balls, and he buried his own prick more deeply in the churning sheath of his mother's cunt, making her grunt as his pubic arch slammed against her clitoral notch.

Ted found her asshole slick, but much tighter than on the previous evening. Now, Clyde's tool filled the adjacent channel, compressing the slippery corridor into which the second cock was slowly forcing its heart-shaped head. Joyce was helpless to prevent the invasion, for her body was trapped beneath her son's weight, and his prick held her ass captive for Ted's powerful thrust.

She screamed as the big cock popped through the resistance of her anal muscles, and bored up into her flexing colon, filling her asshole with its throbbing heat. She felt her vagina clamp more firmly about Clyde's joint, tightened by the pulsating invader that drove deeper and deeper into her intestines.

Once the head cleared her sphincter, the discomfort vanished, and Joyce was aware of only the pleasurable friction of the two pricks in her belly, providing a sense of completeness she had never before experienced, and sending her hips into a wildly hunching climax that blended ecstasy with the knowledge that she was providing pleasure for two lusty males, each one bent on emptying his seminal reservoir into her churning flesh.

Ted experienced a rush of hot juices about his well-planted cock, and the muscles of that receptive canal rippled their convulsive embrace about the throbbing hardness. Eagerly, he began pumping the juicy hole, slamming his taut belly against Clyde's buttocks with each delightful stroke.

Clyde, caught between the two bodies, could manage only a short pistoning of his buried prong. But he could feel each movement of Ted's prick against his swollen ventral vein, and the delicious spasming of that juicy vagina as it raced from climax to climax with the continued probing of its companion channel.

"You're making me come myself to death!" Joyce wailed, her eyes rolling and her speech slurred by the exquisite shudders that roared through her grinding pelvis to spread throughout her straining body. She reached past her son's shoulders, groping for Ted, but discovering her arms could not find him. Her hands moved lower, clasping Clyde's waist and examining the undulating muscles that levered his prick in and out of her cunt.

She touched the tensing buttocks, and felt Ted's belly slam against her fingers. Forcing her tits up against Clyde's chest, she captured the hips that pounded her straining ass, pulling them closer, and urging the prick into a fierce jabbing that made her gasp with its violence and the gut-wrenching pleasure.

Three bodies were caught up in the whirlwind of lust generated by the rhythmic frictioning of passion-engorged flesh and thirsty female tissue. Grunts and throaty moans accompanied the squishing sound of the two cocks as they slid in and out, faster and harder.

Clyde came with a groan of ecstasy, shooting his hot sperm into the convulsing cunt with little jabs of his spurting prick, and the orgasmic shudders were felt by Ted's ramrod as it bored deep into Joyce's ass to spill its fiery tribute in the sucking channel of her intestines.

Joyce's scream was blocked by her son's tongue in a demanding kiss, and she could only work her hips as the two boys drenched her belly with their semen. Her pussy squeezed and churned in retaliatory orgasm, and her anal canal became a vacuuming sheath of hot, juicy muscles that stripped Ted's cock of the last drop of that soothing ball-juice she needed so desperately.

Ralph Porter listened to his wife's account of the afternoon with an expression that began with disbelief, then altered to angry bitterness as she described her repeated climaxes while both Ted and Clyde fucked her.