John Douglas - Stepmother Lover

Instinctively, her hands flew to protect the delicate gateway through which the ominous cylinder was designed to pass.

"What's wrong?" the lad demanded with a grin. "Is it too childlike for you?" He slipped his fingers beneath the hairy balls, lifting them together with the limp prick and pointing its slitted tip at the wideeyed girl. "It will get larger." The fingers squeezed caressingly. "In fact, you'll be wishing it wasn't so damned big before the night's over."

Susan tried to keep the fright from her voice as she answered, "I was surprised because it's so little. From what mother said, I thought you were a real man." She patted the curls of her cunt. "You'll need more than that to satisfy me."

Stepping out of his slacks and standing naked, he reached for her, gripping her slender waist and jerking her forward until her tits dug firm nipples into his chest. Her belly yielded to the harsh shove of his pelvis, and she felt the hot meatiness of his cock roll between their flesh. She offered no resistance, but let her arms fall limply at either side, forcing Ted to sustain her weight as he sought her lips with an open mouth.

She felt the warm wetness of his kiss, and his tongue slithered between her teeth, seeking hers. Deliberately, she dug its tip down against its own root, while his tongue danced about in solitary passion, bathed in her salvia, but finding no response to his savage tonguing of her teeth and gums.

Grunting with disgust, he pushed her away, toward the bed. The back of her knees touched the edge, and she fell backward, keeping her knees together as her hips struck the soft mattress.

Immediately, Ted was on top of her, straddling her clenched thighs and palming her pliant breasts as he pushed her onto her back. He held her there while his hands fondled the twin mounds, tweaking the two nipples and rolling them between thumbs and forefinger. He watched her eyes as he tugged the tips upward, stretching their spongy fingers, then forcing them back into their own aureoles.

Susan looked back at him without expression, acutely aware of the manipulation of her sensitive nipples, but willing them to continued flaccidity. She felt his heavy balls drag over her thighs, and a wave of heat washed through her pussy. Deep inside, she was conscious of a hot wetness spreading through her vagina.

Ted shifted his powerful body upward until he was astride her breasts, his balls and limp prick sliding between the lush mounds while his thighs pushed them inward to shape a warm nest of yielding flesh.

Tilting his head to stare down at her, he rocked his hips to force his scrotum back and forth through the velvet valley.

"Having fun?" Susan hissed at him. "I thought you were supposed to be a real stud! You can't even get it up!"

Ted's face contorted in sudden anger, and he lifted his hips, pushing them upward until Susan was staring up at his crotch. His fingers clutched her hair, holding her head in position, and he shoved the scrotal sac down against her mouth, twisting his hips to work the pliant pouch over her tightly closed lips.

Susan closed her eyes and tried to hold her breath, blocking the masculine scent of his testicles and the prick that dangled its plumlike head over her dainty nose.

"Goddamn you!" he grated in a savage whisper. "I was gonna be easy on you. Now, I'm gonna cram it so far up your snatch you can taste it!"

His hips twisted more fiercely. "Open your fucking mouth and lick my balls!"

Susan managed to turn her face aside, taking the weight of his sac on her cheek. "If you make me do that," she hissed angrily, "I'll bite the damned things off!"

The pressure eased, and the youth rocked back to glare at her. "Didn't Aunt Joyce tell you what would happen if you didn't cooperate?"

The girl's voice was steady as she replied, "I agreed to let you screw me. Anything else is out. I don't care what anyone says."

His eyes narrowed thoughtfully, and he swung his leg over her body, rolling off and arranging himself on the bed, flat on his back. He pulled his hairy thighs together and pointed at his limp cock.

"OK" he drawled. "I'll go you one better. You fuck me!"

Susan pushed herself up onto one elbow, sneering at his dangling prong.

"Even if I agreed," she said mockingly, "you're still soft."

"That's your problem," he reminded her. "Try rubbing that cunt over it.

It'll get hard."

The girl sat up, turning gracefully to crouch on hands and knees beside him, her breasts swaying but little in their young firmness. For the first time since they entered the bedroom, she felt a surge of confidence.

Gracefully she swung one slender leg across his thighs, inching upward until she straddled his hips, her pussy gaping its narrow slit directly above his thick tool. She placed her hands on his chest, the fingers curling slightly as they touched the hard pads of muscle, lightly haired and each tipped with a tiny replica of her own lush tits.

Slowly, she lowered her crotch until she felt the heat and meatiness of his prick against her parted labia, inducing a sensation of pleasure in the dampening corridor of her pussy. She increased the pressure and began working her crotch back and forth against the curved member.

"Now, you're doing it!" Ted grunted, moving his hips in response to the moist caress of his cock. He curled his fingers about her arms and slid them up to her shoulders, then to her thrusting breasts, cupping both mounds with kneading grip as she continued her pelvic massage. "Get it good and stiff," he murmured, "and then slide that hot cunt right onto it."

Susan felt the prick throbbing against her cunt, swelling and hardening as it filled with blood, and it was impossible to restrain the slippery liquid that seeped from her labia to bathe the stiffening shaft and prepare her own tingling pussy for its entry. Deliberately, she concentrated on the slowly enlarging knob, sliding the quivering lips of her snatch over its rounded tip with rapid jerks of her hips.

The prick forced its way upward between her thighs, and she raised her crotch to permit it to spring back against his flat-muscled belly, dropping down onto it again and sliding her wet labia up and down its still-lengthening hardness.

"Christ!" Ted groaned, squeezing her breasts until she gasped with mixed pain and pleasure. "Put it in!"

Maintaining her balance by leaving one hand on his chest, Susan reached down to curl her fingers about the distended length of his prick, moving the grip up and down in a quick estimate of its size. Her lower lip folded back between her teeth and she stole a quick glance at the rearing shaft, her eyes narrowing in speculation.

The cock was much bigger than she had expected, and fully two inches longer than any of the few she had entertained inside her snug vagina.

It was thicker, too, for her fingers and thumb could not completely encompass its throbbing girth.

No wonder, she thought, rubbing the slitted tip through her slippery labial trough, that her mother had responded to the handsome youth. It would be difficult to remain calm with a nine-inch prick jabbing deep and hard inside an admittedly hungry snatch.

The mental image produced a fresh flood of vaginal juice that seeped from her swollen pussy lips and spread over the head of Ted's cock, trickling down the thick column to bathe her fingers as they squeezed and rubbed the big prong back and forth, setting her own belly to trembling with desire for that engorged hardness.

She felt the prick lurch in her grasp, and the head seemed to swell for a moment in the furrow of her aroused cunt. A glob of seminal fluid erupted from the quivering slit to bathe her sensitive labia, sending a thrill back into the slippery grotto that was beginning to pulsate with eagerness.

Hoisting her hips higher, Susan guided the tip of his cock between the lips of her cunt, holding her breath as she lowered herself just enough to feel the expansion of the nerve-laced tissues that fitted themselves about the sloping glans. Then, with a suppressed gasp, she forced her pussy onto the throbbing knob, her hips trembling as the stretched folds slipped past the rim of the huge helmet and tightened about the circular hardness of his rearing shaft.