John Douglas - Stepmother Lover

She heard her whine of assent, and felt the prick slide over her tongue as she bobbed her head in agreement. She was willing to do anything to avoid another choking invasion by that huge shaft. Squeezing her eyes closed, she went to work.

Before her marriage to Bruce, Dorothy had permitted a few select partners to slide just the heads of their cocks into her mouth and she had teased their glans with rapid movements of her tongue. She had even sucked a little if she was in the proper mood. But she had stopped long before they could shoot their wad, no matter how much they pleaded with her to go all the way.

This time, she realized, there would be no stopping. She would have to take his load in her mouth. Then, if she was careful, she could spit it out after he withdrew his cock.

As if reading her thoughts, Ted said, "You're gonna drink it!" His fingers in her hair reminded her of her helplessness. "You're gonna make me come, and you're gonna swallow every goddamn drop of it!"

She was already sucking him, and sliding her mouth back and forth on the throbbing shaft. Now as his words registered in her confused mind, she accepted them without argument. He had already reduced her to an animal-like submission. She could hardly be forced any lower.

His prick, now that she could analyze her reaction, had a pleasant taste, and her jaw had finally become accustomed to the strain of acceptance. Even as she pondered that discovery, the cock gave a little lurch, and she felt a fresh glob of jism on her tongue.

The delicate taste of the slippery liquid sent a strange sensation throughout her body. Her breasts, quivering with the bobbing motion of her head, tingled, and the nipples swelled to an even greater distention.

Without realizing what she was doing, Dorothy began taking more of the prick inside her mouth with each slide of her encircling lips. When awareness finally came, it was too late for retreat. Desire had claimed her more effectively than Ted's demands and threats, and she was nursing his cock with an avidity completely foreign to her nature.

Another glob of jism surged through the thick staff, and her tongue gathered it in, happily swirling over the slippery knob. She swallowed, feeding the strange hunger that was building in her throat, yet finding the seminal sample insufficient to quell that ever-mounting demand.

No longer conscious of his hands, Dorothy altered her rhythm, shoving her head forward to drive her wet lips down the engorged shaft until the knob filled her throat with its meaty goodness. Then, fingers rolling his heavy balls, she swallowed, whimpering at the delightful feeling of her convulsing muscles about that throbbing cockhead.

As her mouth retreated, she sucked with hot, fierce vacuuming, her tongue dancing beneath the corded belly of his prick, then polishing and massaging the glans where it lay poised like a huge, slick plum just behind her lightly gripping teeth.

"Damn! Ted's exclamation was hurled through contorted lips. "You're a natural cocksucker! Take it all, bitch! Swallow it!"

This time, she didn't pause to think about it. With a whimper of greed, Dorothy screwed her mouth down on the shuddering length of his prick until the head was again lodged in her throat. Her body jerked and her head leaped forward, her nose burying itself in his thick pubic hair.

Her chin touched his leathery scrotal sac, and her fingers rolled the big nuts against the delicate cleft as she caressed the hilted knob with repeated swallows, thrilling to the presence of that throbbing flesh that seemed to reach all the way down to her stomach.

With a snarl of lust, Ted's hips began hunching his cock in and out, plunging it past her flashing tongue to probe that gulping corridor of hot tissue, then dragging it back until only the gentle clamping of her teeth behind the flared glans prevented its escape.

Dorothy welcomed the assault. Saliva dribbled from the corners of her straining lips, and she heard the wet sounds of the prick's sliding.

She heard her own throaty gurglings as she sucked the delicious meat, eager for each thrust and each drop of that tasty liquid that oozed from its slippery tip.

"Now, bitch!" she heard him cry, and felt the powerful shuddering of his hips become a jerking swell of the prick that filled her jaws with its expanding bulk. "Drink my come!"

Hot, thick and wet, the semen spurted into her throat with such force that she could not swallow in time. The ropey cream was forced back about its originator to spill from her lips and coat her trembling chin.

Like a savage animal, Dorothy impaled her face on the exploding cock, gulping the come with such force that the youth cried out in surprised protest as he felt the clenching of her greedy throat.

Unable to breathe as she ingested his repeated volleys of semen, Dorothy's senses reeled under the onslaught of an orgasm that seemed to begin in her throat and spread downward to her almost forgotten cunt.

Each spurt of the ropey sperm triggered another and more powerful convulsion of her vagina, as if the movement of her throat muscles were actually the involuntary spasms of a new and impossible form of climax.

Her lips still stretched to encompass his spent cock; her nose and chin were coated with the spilled sperm, wet and sticky as she held him with one last feverish milking. She moaned her protest when he forced her head back, pulling the prick from her lips and letting the knob flip up against her nose, then waving it teasingly before her glazed eyes.

He grinned triumphantly as her tongue reached out to lick a broad circle about her bruised mouth, gathering the spilled come. The grin widened when the tongue reached for her fingers, still holding his scrotum, and claimed their sticky coating with savage twistings.

"The old man missed a good thing," Ted grunted huskily, releasing her tousled hair and stepping back. He forced his dwindling cock inside his fly and drew the zipper up. "I'll bet he never let you blow him." He smiled as her head wagged from side to side. "Don't worry about it.

I'll see that you get all you want."

Dorothy remained on the floor when the youth left the room, closing the door behind him. Her robe gaped about her generous breasts, and she looked down to discover a fleck of semen on her right nipple.

Slowly, hand lifted, her forefinger sponged the creamy drop and carried it upward to her parted lips. She sucked it into her mouth, holding the tip of her finger in place as she relived the past few minutes, her tongue licking slowly and greedily.

She stared at the closed door as she sucked her finger like a bashful child, wishing fervently that Ted would come back.

Linda Morgan hated pajamas. On the few occasions when one of her schoolmates had spent the night with her, she wore a sheer gown that barely covered the chestnut triangle which her father had repeatedly warned her was the gateway to hell.

She found it difficult to believe that the sensitive little opening between her thighs was really evil, no matter what others might say about it. Nothing that felt so good when she stroked her finger between its soft lips could be really bad.

Still trying to grasp the meaning of all that had happened during the eventful day, she finished her bath, toweled her nubile body dry, and slipped into bed completely naked, enjoying the feel of the cool sheets against her bare skin.

She was happy that the farm now belonged to Ted. In her mind, which had never managed to keep pace with the development of her body, her older brother represented a tangible security against all the bad things that might happen to her were it not for his presence.

At school, until he graduated, Ted had stood between her and the harsh teasing of those who recognized her backwardness. When some older boy tried to take advantage of her quite real innocence, it was Ted who convinced the youth to desist by pounding the warning into his head with a hammer-like fist.