John Douglas - Stepmother Lover

Again and again, her pussy exploded in orgasmic joy, churning its slippery grip about the pistoning joint and chewing that huge head that hammered her womb with breathtaking force. Her fingers dug into his flexing ass cheeks, and her hips lunged up to meet his savage thrusts, working the dripping jaws of her cunt in a constant chewing of his driving prick.

She lost count of her comes, and added still another when Ted's cock began spurting its second load of nut-juice into her snatch. Too weak to move anything but her sweat-soaked breasts in an effort to recapture her breath, she felt Ted climb off, leaving her body tingling and weightless at the removal of the prolonged pressure, and her cunt still hungry for a continuation of that delicious stroking.

Eyes closed, she heard him pad across the room and open the hall door, but she was too enraptured with the lingering tremors in her belly to care why Ted was taking time out from his sensual labors.

The door closed again, quietly, and she heard the soft click of the lock. Lazily, she spread her legs wide, feeling the wetness seep from her cunt to bathe her perineum and anus. She was slick down there, slicker than she had ever been before. Slick and hungry for more of that demanding cock.

A knee pressed the bed, and she welcomed the hips that fitted themselves between her thighs. Her own hips swiveled upward to meet the hot hardness that slid pulsating]y into her juicy crevice. She brought her legs up to wrap them about the narrow waist. Her arms embraced and pulled him down onto her sensitive tits as he began fucking her, steadily and delightfully.

Her eyes opened and widened. Her lips shaped a surprised oval.

"Clyde!" she gasped, her ass still working cooperatively beneath his pounding hips. "My own brother!"

It was not a protest. Even if she had wanted to object, her eager cunt would not have permitted more than a token complaint. What he was doing to her felt too good, and she was too near another string of firecracker orgasms to make any attempt to halt his industrious probing of her slippery pussy.

Her ass bouncing and twisting in the throes of ecstasy, Susan was too busy coming to hear Ted Morgan's husky chuckle of approval.

Linda Morgan was upset with her young cousin. Had she been capable of real anger, it would have been directed at Beth Porter for suggesting that Ted was even considering the dreadful thing the girl had so vividly described.

"Ted's eighteen years old, Linda," Beth had argued in their conversation following the interrupted dessert. "You're still a kid. If he does anything to you, it'll be both rape and incest."

Linda had shaken her head firmly, her baby face determined. "I know what rape is, Beth," she reminded the girl. "Everyone thinks I'm stupid, but I know a few things. Ted would never make me do something I didn't want to do. As for the part about incest, I don't care. I've wanted Ted to love me for ages."

"We're not talking about love, darn it!", Beth exclaimed. "He wants to screw you. Don't you understand that?"

"And what's wrong with that?" Linda rejoined. Her shoulders shook with a little shiver of anticipation, making her small breasts tremble under the thin blouse. "Don't you ever want to let Clyde do it to you?"

Beth framed a shocked protest that became, instead, a mysterious smile of possible admission. Her tongue made a sensuous circuit of the red oval, finally curving its pointed tip upward as she studied her cousin's questioning face. The eyes, long-lashed and posing a question of their own, moved down to study Linda's thrusting tits, tracing the outline of their tiny nipples through the clinging blouse.

"Do we really need our brother's for what we're both thinking about?" she asked in a hush voice. "Couldn't we have fun without them?"

Linda stared at the girl with a confused frown. "I don't understand," she answered hesitantly. Seeing the direction of Beth's stare, her own eyes dropped to peer at the little tips that punched the thin fabric.

"Do you like my titties?"

"I'd like to see them without that blouse," Beth responded. Her lashes flickered their excitement. "Did you ever have another girl play with them?"

Linda seemed unsurprised by the query, shaking her head as she answered. "No. But it sounds interesting." Her fingers toyed with the top button. "Would you like to play with mine?"

Beth's blonde hair bobbed an admission. "It's more fun when we play with each other's," she observed, taking a step toward the twin beauties that were revealed by the slowly opening blouse. "Why don't we both get undressed?"

Agreeably, Linda shrugged off the blouse, the small breasts tightening with her movements, and began unzipping her short skirt. Beth stared with mounting excitement as the bikini panties were pushed down and she saw the chestnut curls of her selected target.

In moments, both girls were naked, their clothes left in two careless heaps as Beth drew the blonde nymphet against her own eager flesh.

Linda gasped as their breasts met, pressed and yielded to their firm counterparts. Her hands explored the curve of a delightfully rounded ass. She stared at her cousin with wide eyes.

"Are you going to do what Ted did?" she asked innocently.

Beth's fingers tightened on a deliciously slender waist. "What did Ted do?" she asked, anticipating the answer.

"He stuck his tongue in my pussy," was the naive reply. "It felt so good, I couldn't stop coming."

"Why don't you pretend that I'm Ted?" Beth whispered, moving her torso to rub her tingling tits against the swollen tips of the girl's firm breasts. Her own pussy was shivering with anticipation. If she could persuade Linda to use that dainty tongue on it, she would give her cousin a muff job she would never forget.

Linda's response was one Beth had not expected. "I don't like pretending," the girl murmured. She moved her furry crotch against Beth's plump labial mound. "Why can't we just be ourselves?"

Beth answered the delicious pressure by working her agile hips, increasing the pressure of the two young cunts. "Will you do what I ask you to?" she demanded huskily.

The brown head bobbed an eager assent, and the fingers on her quivering buttocks tugged aggressively. "It might be even better with you," Linda admitted. "I could do what you're doing. That would be fun." She grinned at Beth's hot gaze. "I've often wished I could reach my own pussy and lick it."

Beth began urging her back toward the bed, grinding her furry crotch against the warm moistness of its counterpart. She moved her flat belly in a delicate massage of Linda's softer abdomen, desire hastening their awkward progress toward the waiting mattress.

Linda fell backward, pulling Beth down with her, giggling as the girl's knees forced her legs apart and the warm naked body fitted itself against hers, Beth's face hovering with an expression Linda instinctively recognized. Her giggling subsided as she felt the girl's pussy slide its yielding lips against hers, and she gave a soft gasp as Beth's clitoris, stiffened with lust, eased its throbbing erection between her sensitive labia.

She knew what it was, although she had never dreamed that she would encounter one large enough to do what Beth was making hers do. The engorged cylinder was actually sliding in and out of her pussy as the girl's hips performed a rhythmic rise and fall, and the sensation was devastatingly wonderful.

She wiggled her ass responsively, careful to keep the answering hunches short so the miniature prick would not slip out of her tingling slit.

Her fingers clutched the slowly bouncing bottom, and she welcomed the parted lips that descended upon her open mouth.

Tongues touched, tentatively and cautiously, then swirled eagerly and boldly as the taste of their blended saliva heightened the desire that pounded through their writhing bodies. The kiss seemed an extension of that exquisite massage, and the two mouths worked greedily, as if anticipating the moment when they would be glued to that other opening.