Until this day I had always tolerated my stepmother, Missy. But now, watching, I realized how much I hated her. In the shadows, I couldn't make out her face but there was no mistaking that irresistible body. OK, maybe I was a bit jealous but what girl wouldn't be? I wanted breasts like those, large and firm, and conical, sloping slightly away, punctuated by taut, red nipples. They swayed with her movements as she stood, showing off her flat belly and the S-curve from her tiny waist to her athletic hips and never-ending legs. In between them, a tiny patch of black glistened with sweat and juice. And as she moved forward, she never released her hand from the base of her partner's enormous cock.
I'd never seen an erect penis before but I knew instinctively that this was a monster. Missy had wrapped her fist around the trunk of it but the tip towered so far in the air that she actually had to lift a leg as she guided the head into her pussy. A groan came from the cock's owner, his face hidden in the shadows. I wouldn't say it was a sound of pleasure. But right now I was fixated on my stepmother who was slowly sliding down that fleshy baseball bat.
"Ohhhh...my...God," she moaned. "You're going to be my slave young man! Whatever you do, don't cum! Do you hear me?"
It was clear the massive instrument was causing her some difficulties. But she kept at it, letting her ass down on it and then rising back up, revealing her progress in the sheen of lubrication left on his shaft. As the cock head became visible, she eased back down impaling herself further, only to rise again slowly. As she did so, she lifted a nipple to her mouth and flicked at it with her tongue. The other hand alternately played with her clitoris and spread her crimson cunt lips open to accept more cock. She was half way down now, rising, falling, groaning, flinching as the rock hard invader crept toward her cervix.
"It feels like it's in my throat," she gasped. "I love it. By God, don't you cum yet."
She rose up one more time and then sank down for good, impaling her tight, taut ass, coming to rest on anonymous thighs. The fullness of it was obviously giving her a sensual thrill.
"Mmmmm," she mewled.
With her thighs, she began moving up and down the shaft, slowly rising to its top and then sinking down again. Her movements quickly became erratic as she tongued her tits and massaged her clit. The careful rise and fall gave way to a smashing up and down as she took her fill of cock.
"I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm...aaaaagh..."
And she shuddered and shook, her fingers now patting her clit, pounding out a pulsating orgasm. And even as she came, a young male voice, pled,
"Please...ma'am...I...can't...hold it...much..."
Hearing this, she rose off him, staggering like a woman drunk with orgasm. She grabbed the cock, still glistening with her juice and began pumping hard, with both hands. The tongue that had just nursed her own tits to orgasm now flicked out to the base of that proud cock and the groan it elicited was a final warning. From somewhere in the room came an "uggh" and my stepmother inched back as a jet of gooey cum splattered onto her ample tits. It was followed by another and another and another, until her breasts and stomach were plastered with white, sticky goo. Gobs dripped onto her thighs and down onto the black mat of pubic hair between her legs. But she wasn't satisfied. She began jerking him again, ignoring his yelp of discomfort. Her hands pistoned up and down, blurring with speed.
"Oh, stop please, it hurts," the cock owner groaned.
"There's more where that came," she hissed. "Give it to me. Give it to me!"
She was jerking him violently now, licking his cock head. "Ohh...Ohhh...Aaaaaah!" And sure enough, his piss hole opened wide and tossed another stream of seed onto her dripping tits.
So here was Missy, cool, aloof, a woman so beautiful that few men other than my Father dared approach her, a woman whose features, whose bearing were downright intimidating to other women, here she was kneeling down on a rug, covered in cum, worshipping the almighty cock that had just rocked her to orgasm. As she licked the bulbous head, poking her tongue into its hole, swirling around it, licking, cleaning, sucking on it, I could see the penis stiffening. The purple veins running the length of its underside began to bulge, pulsating as they pumped life back into the proud member. It's owner moaned again and believe me it was not a sound of amusement or enjoyment but of someone whose body was betraying him.
Her partner's reticence seemed to excite Missy all the more. Roughly, she pushed his legs apart and crawled between them, wrapping her gorgeous breasts around his quickly thickening device. Instinctively, his hips bucked slightly as the penis sought contact, friction. As it slid through the tunnel of her tits, Missy continued ministering to the cock head with her energetic tongue, all the while taunting her mysterious sex object.
"If you don't like it, tell me why your cock is getting so goddam stiff and hard again."
She let a glob of saliva fall from her lips onto that majestic organ, smiling as the slippery fluid slowly ran down its length, disappearing between her breasts, mixing with the cum and pussy juice already lubricating this sensuous bout of masturbation.
"Your dick likes it," she teased. "And let me tell you, I love your dick."
Nature was quickly taking its course. The hips of this shadowy figure began bucking erratically, his groans increasing in intensity. Despite my shock at the scene unfolding in front of me, I must admit I was eager to see the bloated woody deliver another drenching of ooze onto my stepmother. Serves her right, I thought. As the cock moved up and down, Missy was seconding his efforts, her tits tightly clamped. Pearls of precum pouted out of that gorgeous cock head and the opening itself twitched as if trying to cry out.
Somewhere in the darkness the phantom voice yelped, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh God..."
And at that, Missy backed away, panting, staring at that luscious cock, that rampant pole engorged with cum, on the verge of eruption.
"Oh no you don't, not yet," she panted.
Catlike, she grabbed the base of this penis with the thumb and forefinger of both hands, clamping with all her might. I could actually see the hole on the cock head contracting, desperately trying to ejaculate.
"You don't cum until I tell you to," Missy warned, smiling menacingly at the figure in the shadows.
With hindsight I now realize she was trying to postpone his ejaculation but as soon as she released her grip, that cock released its load, a stream of cream that caught Missy unawares, splattering on her eye and nose and matting her hair.
"Ughh! God, Jesus, kid what are you trying to do, drown me?" she shrieked, wiping the jizz from her eye and sucking it down with her beet red tongue.
It seemed Missy was trying to do some kind of Dominatrix thing but it was hard to take her seriously being that she was now covered from head to cunt with cum.
"You little twerp," she spat, as she reached forward and pulled her partner into a sitting position.
And at this moment, I knew I hated my stepmother.
The face that emerged from the shadows was Kurt, a classmate of mine, a guy I'd been infatuated with for years. If there ever was a perfect young man, Kurt was it. He was an Adonis, with the bleached blond hair and dark tan of a surfer along with the spectacular upper body that all surfers possess. If that wasn't enough, he'd just won a swimming scholarship to Stanford where he would be majoring in chemical engineering next fall. We had been on the swim team together for years, doing daily doubles and thousands upon thousands of laps. He was a natural and so was I until the onset of puberty ruined my chances of becoming a world-class contender. Basically, my boobs started ballooning and my coach recommended breast reduction surgery to keep me competitive. My Dad nixed the idea. He didn't want me sacrificing my youth on the altar of competitive sports. And I wasn't all that sorry about it. My times in the 800 meters freestyle stagnated at about two and a half seconds off the world record. An eternity. What the heck, I was beginning to like my breasts. I overheard one of the guys whisper once that I was "the best two reasons he could think of to stay on the swim team."
In the summer, Kurt worked as a lifeguard at our club to earn a little extra cash and he struck me and every other girl there as a Greek God, a finely chiseled work of art brought to life. But our Deity had one fatal drawback. For all his talents, for all his good looks, Kurt was painfully shy and still stammered his hellos to me after six years on the same swim team. I put it down to the fact that his parents are strict Baptists, but whatever. At age 18 I didn't have much womanly guile yet but every ounce of charm I could muster couldn't draw Kurt out of his shell.
So imagine now, my shock as this beautiful young figure of a man slowly emerged from the shadows. An almost crazed fear glazed his blue eyes as Missy, the predator, sized up her prey. She pulled him to her, flicking her tongue onto his lips, him flinching as if he'd just lip smacked a branding iron. She gently kissed him, and I could see her red-hot, cum covered tongue worming its way into his unwilling mouth. He seemed to be on the verge of hyperventilating, frightened yet stimulated at the same time.
As they kissed, his prick was already back at attention between their bodies, begging for release. Now Missy gently pushed Kurt's head down towards her breasts.
"Lick my tits, stud," she hissed. "Lick all that nasty cum off them and share it with me. Come on faggot, you like sperm, don't you?" She taunted him as he resisted.
"No, I can't, it's perverse," he replied. Was it sweat or tears streaming down his face? I couldn't be sure.
