John Douglas - Stepmother Lover

"I wish," she panted, "you had a real dick! It feels good!"

Beth's pelvis pounded harder and faster, her clitoris stabbing the juicy asshole with vicious thrusts. She grabbed the girl's blonde hair, holding her face in position as she moistened her lips for a kiss that would carry her into and through the approaching come.

"Don't talk!" she cried. "Just let me do it!"

Linda did not object. She welcomed the tongue that fluttered inside her mouth and the hot stiffness that probed at her flexing bottom. Closing her eyes, she pretended that the clit was Ted's prick. That was all she needed to loose her own orgasmic gusher, spilling the hot juice down onto Beth's love shaft as that throbbing organ retreated in its own gut-wrenching climax.

Ted Morgan studied the single sheet of paper atop the desk, his pen poised above the three names he had written. His handsome mouth tilted in amusement as he closed his eyes and let the point touch the paper.

His eyes opened to find a tiny dot between the names of his stepmother and his sister. The grin broadened.

Why not, he mused. It would be fun humping the two together. So far, he had confined his screwing to Joyce and Susan, but he had no intention of passing up the obvious pleasure of those two pussies he had not as yet sampled.

He glanced down at the third name on the sheet. It seemed appropriate that he should save the blonde haired Beth until last. By the time he was ready to initiate the youngest member of the Porter family, the others would offer little opposition to his plans for her.

Yes, Dorothy and Linda would be quite able to supply all the activity he would require for one night. He recalled the way his stepmother had reacted after she got her first taste of his cock, and he felt that meaty shaft begin swelling inside his slacks. It would be interesting to have them both work on it.

Linda lacked experience. But she made up for that lack with her youthful enthusiasm. Moreover, Ted was convinced that the girl would do anything he might suggest, a trait Dorothy had not exhibited. That possible hesitation would provide an extra thrill. All he had to do, he concluded, was find out what the redhead didn't like, and force her to do it.

Climbing to his feet, he left the room to find his stepmother arranging a centerpiece of freshly cut flowers in the dining room. Without speaking, he walked up behind her and jammed his pelvis against her lush ass, grinding the bulge of his swelling prick into the warm crease of her buttocks.

Dorothy braced her hands on the table and flexed her ass cheeks cooperatively, sucking in a sharp breath when his hands reached around to cup her firm breasts and squeeze their resilient mounds.

"I wondered when you'd get around to finishing what you started," she murmured in a throaty purr. She moved her bottom against the stiffness that throbbed insistently. "I can do more with that thing than Joyce."

Ted chuckled. "You'll have to really put out to beat her," he murmured, moving his hips to slide his erection through the deep cleft. Her dress yielded to the pressure, permitting the outlined cock to slip delightfully between the firm cheeks.

"Bring Linda to my room tonight," he said quietly. "We'll see if you're as good in the sack as you are on your knees."

Dorothy stiffened slightly. "You're going to let her watch?"

He pinched her nipple, making her grunt with the slight pain. "She'll be doing a hell of a lot more than watching," he assured her. "It's time my baby sister learned how to use that pussy."

Dorothy's voice showed more excitement than surprise as she said, "Do you think she's ready, for that big thing?"

"If I tell her she's ready," Ted replied softly, squeezing the nipples of both tits with each word, "she's ready."

Her breasts tingling, Dorothy watched her stepson walk from the room, her brain whirling with conflicting emotions. She detested the boy's arrogance, yet she had to admit that it was the same demanding harshness that made her willing to cooperate in any plan he might devise.

That first night, she had surrendered to his lust in order to maintain her personal security. But her willingness stemmed from her own hunger.

Not even Ralph's eager assault had diminished the quivering need between her voluptuous thighs, and her throat ached for yet another baptism of bubbling hot sperm.

Still another desire swept through her body when she informed Linda of Ted's demand, for the lovely girl clapped her hands with happiness and threw herself against Dorothy's firm breasts with a little squeal of delight.

"I'm glad you're going to be there, Dorothy," she told her stepmother.

"I love Ted so much that I'd do anything in the world for him. But I am scared." She moistened her lips nervously. "He's so big!"

Dorothy found her hands fondling the girl's ass cheeks and her hips moving to rub her enflamed cuntal mound against the wiggling pelvis.

"Don't worry sweetheart. It'll stretch."

At dinner, Ted added another item to the evening's agenda when he calmly informed Ralph that Clyde would be joining him and Joyce for the night, while Susan would share Beth's bedroom.

The two girls merely smiled their acceptance of the order and both Joyce and Clyde found it difficult to disguise their willingness to cooperate. But Ralph glared at Ted with angry eyes.

"You won't be satisfied until you've turned us all into monsters!" he exclaimed. "Haven't you done enough?"

Ted arched one brow at the man, his voice betraying amusement at the sudden outburst. "You don't have to take part Uncle Ralph," he reminded him. "I'm sure Clyde will be able to handle things by himself. But I do insist that you watch."

From her place at the table, Linda asked, "Is Clyde going to do it to Aunt Joyce?"

Dorothy stifled a laugh behind her napkin at the girl's innocent question and Beth favored her cousin with an understanding smile.

Clyde surprised everyone. "I don't see why we have to make such a big deal out of all this," he stated firmly. "Mom likes it as much as I do."

Ralph's face flamed as he half-shouted, "It's just not right! Damn it!

Joyce is my wife!"

"But you got a real blast out of seeing me hump her," Ted reminded the angry man. His face hardened and a note of coldness entered his voice.

"We'll do it my way no matter what any of you think. Is that clear?"

Slowly, his eyes went from face to face, holding until he received some gesture of agreement. Finally, his slight frown faded and he flashed a grin at their strained expressions.

"That's better," he observed, his voice softer. "I'm planning a little surprise for all of you in a few days." He chuckled at Ralph's startled look. "No, it isn't what you're thinking. This is something you will all find very pleasant."

Joyce and Susan made an attempt to draw him out, but he refused their thinly veiled hints, merely shaking his head and grinning until Dorothy caught his eye and indicated the upstairs with a little movement of her head.

Deliberately, Ted waited until the others had filed from the room.

Then, glancing down at the tented leg of his slacks, he stood up and walked toward the stairs.

Linda had already undressed when he opened the bedroom door, and Dorothy was just stepping out of her sheer panties. He paused to watch the undulations of her plump pussy as she raised each leg, his cock stiffening almost painfully behind the restraining trousers.

Without speaking, he began removing his clothes, feeling the hot eyes of his stepmother and his sister caressing his muscular body. Then, as he slid his shorts down and his huge prick reared upward against his belly before settling into a throbbing angle, Linda gave a little squeal of anticipation. Dorothy, seated on the edge of the bed, flicked her tongue across her parted lips.