t cock of his, feeling the weight of his balls in her hands as she massaged them, seeing his cock slowly stiffen under her hot breath, her lips gently kissing, her tongue running the long hard length of his young manhood, little droplets of pre-cum oozing from his penis as slowly she sucked him to a full erection before taking him fully, deeply, agonisingly, into her throat… Julie felt her pussy warm to the thought and she let her hand drop to her vagina. Inserting first one finger, then two, then three, she rubbed her clitoris and leaned into the kitchen counter-top… had she called Paul’s name when she climaxed with Jack, she wondered?

Her nightdress hung open now as she deftly rubbed her cunt harder and harder, feeling her clitoris swell under her fingers. Her nipples were prominent now, stiff with desire, her breasts hanging heavily, hungry for Paul’s mouth, just as her cunt was hungry for his proud young cock. Faster and faster she rubbed herself, her eyes closed, her breath hot and fast…. “ohh fuck!” she whispered to herself, “I need his cock! I need him to fuck me now!”… but was she thinking of Paul or of her unknown lover Jack?

Upstairs in his bedroom, Paul stirred in his sleep. He woke slowly, his hand finding his cock and sensing, rather than feeling, the vigour between his legs. He turned on his back and his erect penis formed a high tented shape under the sheet. As he squeezed his cock, he suddenly remembered the half-heard conversation from the previous night.

Has he really heard his stepmother Julie wanking herself on her bed, the phone clutched tightly to her ear with one hand as with the other she massaged her cunt, her big breasts lolling on her perfumed body? Who the fuck had she been talking to? He had come in late and sneaked upstairs so that Julie wouldn’t hear him. Her bedroom door was ajar but she was lost in a reverie, her hand a blur between her legs as she moaned and lusted into the phone. He watched as she lifted her legs and kneaded her cunt, lost in her lust, panting, writhing, her beautiful big breasts with nipples erect and as he watched his forty-two-year-old stepmother, his fifteen year-old cock stiffened. Unconsciously he dropped his hand to his crotch and sliding down the zip of his jeans, he released his cock. Leaning into the door jam so that he would not be seen, he stroked his cock to full hardness, his lips moist as he fixed his eyes on Julie’s glistening cunt.

He heard her voice now as she whispered to her telephone lover, “Ohh Jack, I need your cock in my cunt, I need your cock so bad, I need you to fuck my cunt, I need your cum inside me, fuck me Jack, fuck me, fuck me, harder, harder, harder, more, more, more, ohhhhh fuck”, she almost screamed as she came with a rush of juices, oozing from between her fingers and shining wetly on her thighs.

Behind the door, Paul felt his own orgasm burst and he cupped his hand to stop the flood of cum, a flood which erupted upwards, hitting the door before he could stop it and dribbling slowly down the painted panels. Quickly he scooped the cum from the door with his hand and tiptoed to his room. He closed the door silently and sank to his bed.

Awake now, and with a raging erection demanding attention, Paul reached into his bedside locker and fumbling, found what he was looking for. His stepmother’s satin panties, still redolent of her cunt, as smooth and as soft as he imagined her skin to be. He lifted the panties to his face and breathing deeply, inhaled their musky aroma. With his other hand he stroked his cock, feeling his skin tighten as his erection grew to its full and impressive size. Ten inches of throbbing muscle, four inches around, as strong as a stallion. Paul wanked himself anxiously, one ear to the stairs, Julie’s face looming over him as he imagined her impaled on his cock, her tits bouncing wildly as he thrust upward again and again, feeling her cunt tighten on his cock again and again as she rose and fell on him, her eyes closed, his hands clutched to her big breasts, her thighs wide, her cunt open, wet, hot, as she rode him like a whore, imagining her growling her lust to him, “fuck me baby, fuck me! Ohh fuck me, Paul! I need your cock! Fuck me harder baby!” and with a gasp Paul felt himself cum, a torrent of cum bursting from his throbbing cock, spurting high in the air before falling in an arc on his chest. He groaned as the hot fluid hit him and he let his body drop backwards on the bed.

He brought his stepmother’s satin panties to his chest and slowly wiped the cum from his body before wrapping them gently around his subsiding cock, feeling their softness on him, like Julie’s softly encircling pussy.

As she heard the shower run upstairs, Jules began to fantasise about Paul’s hard young body. She continued to finger her cunt, eyes closed, as she imagined herself soaping his long hard cock, massaging him to full hardness with soapy hands, his balls cradled in her palm, warm water running down his shaft, his cock straining upwards to dance against her wet belly, his hands grasping her full breasts as she leaned back against the wall of the shower, jets of water hitting them both… with another moan Jules rubbed her clitoris frantically, feeling she was about to burst, juices flowing down her fingers as her cunt grew wetter and wetter, her thighs tensing against the counter-top, her robe wide open, exposing her breasts, her nipples rigid now, in contrast to the soft swell of her breasts, aching to be sucked, longing for the feel of Paul’s big cock between them, in her mouth so she could suck him and suck him until his big cock exploded in her face, filling her waiting mouth with his hot cum.

With a gasp Jules came, her cum rushing through her fingers, down her trembling thighs, dribbling almost to her knees. Drained, she leaned against the counter-top, breathing heavily, her eyes still closed, her legs shaking, her cunt raw, her fantasy ended – for now.

Jules stood like that, almost trance-like, for several minutes. She didn’t hear Paul come down the stairs, nor see her at the door as he paused to look at her. He saw only her bowed head, long hair falling over the nape of her flushed neck, her arms outstretched as she held the counter-top for support, her robe still open and posing her long legs. He thought he saw her breast but he couldn’t be sure.

“Hi, Jules”, he said, breaking her reverie.

Jules came to with a jerk, hurriedly pulling her robe together to cover her breasts and crotch.

“Hi”, she said, not looking at him. “Coffee? I’ve just made some”.

“Sure”, said Paul, his eyes still on the back of her head.

“Are you OK?”, he asked. “You look a little shaky”.

“I’m fine”, replied Jules. “You startled me, that’s all”.

Still Jules didn’t look at Paul. As she busied herself with the kettle, Paul’s mind flew back to what he had seen the previous night and despite himself, he became aroused to think of Jules’ soft pussy exposed to his kiss, her beautiful big soft breasts lolling as he caressed them, her thighs grasping him as he slipped his big cock into her wet and willing cunt. As Jules turned to him, coffee pot in hand, her eyes still averted, he sat down quickly so Jules wouldn’t see his stiffening cock. As Jules leaned over him to pour his coffee her robe fell open, exposing one delicious breast. Paul couldn’t help himself – “Nice tits, Jules!” he exclaimed, cupping her with his hand.

Embarrassed, Jules slapped his hand away and put the coffee pot down.

“Stop that, you berk! You’ll make me spill the coffee!”.

She pulled her robe together again, tucking it tightly around her. The effect of her action was to emphasise the fullness of her breasts, the tautness of her still-hard nipples, against the thin satin of her robe, the line of her thighs clear against the sheer fabric. Paul said nothing for a moment, then said “Just joking, Jules. No harm done”.

Jules turned away, then heard him say, a grin in his voice, “But you do have great tits, honest, best I’ve ever seen!”.

As Jules stood at the sink, her back to him, Paul rose and moved to stand behind her. She felt his arms encircle her, his hands gently cupping her breasts, his body firm against hers, his hips pressing into her. She said nothing, her thoughts racing, her mind sending one message, her body another. She felt his hot breath against her neck as he nuzzled her, his hands still holding her breasts. She felt her nipples respond to his touch and he did too. Gently he kissed her neck as he kneaded her breasts.

“God you feel good, Jules!”

Still she said nothing… but she couldn’t stop him and she couldn’t stop herself either. She felt her body bend itself to his. She couldn’t stop him as he loosened her robe and pulled it to one side, his hands now caressing her breasts, his hips pushing against her from behind. She felt his hardness as he rubbed against her and as he dropped one hand to her crotch, she leaned back into him and reaching behind her, she felt for his penis She rubbed his crotch through his jeans, felt the thickness and the length of his bulging cock, felt his fingers slide gently into her.

“I really want you, Jules. I’ve wanted you for months, you drive me crazy”.

She was like a young girl as she heard his words, not his forty-two-year-old stepmother. She couldn’t answer him, she could only sigh as she continued to rub his penis, feeling his fingers inside her, his lips kissing her, as with one hand he rolled her nipple between his fingers.

“Mmmmm, you feel big, baby, you feel huge”, she whispered.

She grew wetter as she visualised his big cock throbbing in front of her face. Quickly she opened his jeans, her trembling fingers fumbling with the buttons until she felt him burst out like a cobra, the full hot hard length of his young cock lying in the palm of her hand.

“Do you want it, Jules? Do you want my cock?”, he whispered. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Ohhhh yes, baby, I want you to fuck me”, whispered Jules. “I want your big cock inside me, I want to fuck you until you fill me to overflowing with your lovely cum”.

Jules thought of the many times she had found her panties under Paul’s bed, sometimes still wet with his cum, and she fell to her knees in front of her stepson, her head falling to his cock. She gasped as she saw him clearly for the first time. Ten inches of hard throbbing muscle, four inches thick, purple head engorged with blood, balls full and heavy with cum ready to burst on her face.

“Ohh baby, you’re beautiful!”, she sighed, her reaching for his young manhood as he stood over her, his hands on her head.

Paul looked down on his stepmother’s head and watched her as she licked his shaft, her tongue running up and down the full length of his throbbing cock. He felt her hands slide up and down, cupping his balls gently, fingers probing, teasing, her tongue dancing on the head of his cock, darting in and out, tickling his glistening glans. He reached for Julie’s head and twining his fingers in her hair, he pulled her onto his cock, gasping as he felt himself slide into her warm, wet mouth, feeling her head rise and fall as she began to suck him, taking him in deeper and deeper, inch by bulging inch until he could feel the back of her throat. But still his cock grew and grew, longer, harder, thicker, as Julie sucked and sucked, savouring every little drop of pre-cum as it oozed from his bulging cock. He felt her hands tighten on his taut buttocks as he thrust forward, his cock now thrusting against the roof of Julie’s mouth, his balls bouncing on her chin, his thighs pressing on her naked breasts. He pulled her harder and harder onto his cock then reached down to grasp her full breasts, pinching her hard nipples, kicking her legs apart and pushing his whole body forward to meet Julie’s hungry mouth, feeling an ocean of cum building in his groin as Julie moaned beneath him. As her heard her moans, felt her hands squeezing him, felt his thick cock slide in and out of Julie’s mouth, saw her lips dripping with mixed saliva and pre-cum, sensed his stepmother’s desperate hunger to receive his cum, he knew he could hold back no longer.

“I’m cumming, Julie, I’m cumming, I’m going to cum in your mouth!” he groaned.

He heard Julie’s muffled reply, her mouth full of cock, her hands pulling him in deeper and deeper, harder and harder. He heard her moan beneath him and suddenly he let his orgasm burst in Julie’s mouth, spurt after spurt of warm cum arching towards her, filling her mouth, splashing into her open mouth, washing down her chin towards her big breasts. Julie drew back for just a moment, gasping, swallowing, taking a deeper breath as she saw jet after jet of warm white cum burst from Paul’s throbbing cock just an inch from her mouth, this time to splash onto her face, her forehead, her eyes, her nose. Wave after wave after wave of hot cum washed over her as she squeezed every last drop from Paul’s jutting cock and still the torrent continued until Julie was awash with Paul’s delicious cum. She dropped her hand to scoop cum from the valley of her breasts and brought her hand hungrily to her mouth, her other hand still grasping Paul’s penis until finally the torrent slowed, then stopped and she heard him take short breaths above her head as his grip on her hair relaxed and he felt her tongue wash him carefully, lovingly, lustfully, like a mother on her son. They remained like that for what seemed like hours, stepmother and stepson, her head pressed against his firm stomach, her hands gently toying with his slowly subsiding penis, the smell, the taste, the heat of his energy filling her mouth, her nostrils, her mind. He felt her breasts pressed against his thighs, felt her lips on his penis, felt her hands gently caress his body.

“I want some pussy, Jules. I want to taste you. I want to taste your cunt,” he whispered.

“Mmmmm…” she replied, taking his penis into her mouth again for one last savouring suck.

Paul reached down and pulled Julie gently to her feet. He kissed her deeply, his tongue reaching into her mouth, his hand reaching between her legs. He felt her legs open and he slid his fingers into her. Julie leaned back, pushing her hips forward, willing Paul to finger-fuck her. Instead, he reached behind her and swept the kitchen table clean with his arm. She heard the clatter of cutlery on the tiled floor as he lifted her bodily onto the table, pulling her negligee from her shoulders. Pushing her legs apart, he pulled a chair behind him and sat, his face just inches from Julie’s gaping cunt.

“I’m going to lick your pussy, Julie. I’m going to eat your cunt. I’m going to make you cum” he whispered, as he brought his mouth to Julie’s glistening cunt and for the first time, tasted his stepmother’s juices.

Her head thrown back, Julie lost herself to the tantalising touch of her stepson’s tongue as Paul probed her pussy, his tongue like a wraith, now darting, now wallowing, all the time pushing deeper and deeper into his stepmother’s gaping cunt. Paul heard Julie moan above him and felt her lift her legs, her thighs enveloping his head, her fingers intertwined in his hair. He pushed his hands under Julie’s softly rounded buttocks and lifted her to his mouth, washing her with his tongue, his saliva mingling with her cunt-juices as they began to flow.

“Oh Christ!” He heard Julie moan, as she pulled his head deeper into her crotch, “Oh God! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I love that, baby, I love your mouth on me! Can you taste me, can you taste my cunt?” Julie whispered, her voice hoarse, her breath quick. “Oh fucking Christ that feels good, baby!”

Between her legs Paul gave a muffled groan, his mouth deep in Julie’s cunt, his tongue deep, his teeth fastened on her clitoris, his cheeks wet with her early cum. Again and again, harder and harder he pushed his mouth into Julie, his hands stretched upwards to seize her nipples, rolling them, tweaking them, teasing them, pinching them, feeling Julie grasp his hands with her own, willing him to hurt her, to squeeze her, to punish her. He felt his cock harden again as he swallowed Julie’s juice, growing all the while, swinging between his legs as he rocked his body between Julie’s legs, now wide open, so wide that he felt himself being pulled in, almost into the inner depths of Julie’s womb. Dropping his hand, he stroked himself, teasing the head of his cock, gripping his swollen shaft, readying himself for an onslaught on Julie’s cunt, getting ready to finally ride his stepmother’s cunt. Miles away, Julie’s invisible lover Jack ran his fingers through the black whore’s hair as beneath him, she sucked his cock, her thighs wide open, her big breasts cradling his bulging balls. The woman licked her lips appreciatively as she tasted Jack’s pre-cum and looking up she asked him, “Ready to cum, baby? Ready to fuck my mouth, baby?”

Jack pushed her head back down and pulled her mouth back to his throbbing cock.

“Suck it, bitch, I’ll tell you when I’m ready”, he said, thrusting his hips hard into the woman’s face, filling her mouth, feeling her soft hands grip his thick shaft again as she took him deep into her throat.

Closing his eyes, Jack allowed his mind to wander, seeing Julie’s face before him, seeing Julie on her knees in front of him, her willing mouth sucking noisily on him, her breasts swinging with the rhythm of his trusting body. He transported himself to Julie’s presence, felt her warm lips on him, her soft tongue caressing him, her gentle hands stroking him. He brought his mind back to their telephone sex of the previous night and felt himself harden still more in the mouth of the woman below him. Her eyes darted up, surprised, as she felt his penis surge forward and seeing his eyes closed, knew he as thinking of another. Undaunted, she went back to work, savouring the effect she was having on him, knowing that the unseen woman was going to bring the john to climax all the quicker. Miles away, Julie thought of Jack as she felt her stepson Paul lash her pussy with his tongue, seeing Jack’s big cock in front of her, in her mouth, filling her, his hands in her hair, his cock pushing deeper and deeper into her throat. She could almost taste him.

“Jack, Jack”, she whispered, her voice reaching Paul as he stroked his cock, his mouth still fixed on Julie’s pussy, one hand still cradled in hers as he held her breast firmly, its heavy weight filling his hand, the nipple protruding proudly between his fingers.

Paul smiled to himself as he recalled Julie’s words of the night before, when he had watched her masturbate herself to her lover’s voice.

“Want Jack to fuck you, Jules? Want Jack in between your legs, do you? Want his big cock fucking you?"

He laughed, as finally he stood, pushing his erect cock between Julie’s legs, feeling her vagina wet with his saliva, warm with her early cum. Biting her lip, Julie glanced down and saw Paul’s bulging cock.

“I want you, baby, I want your lovely big cock inside me”, she moaned as she wrapped her legs around Paul’s muscular young torso, pulling him into her.

Paul towered over Julie, her body spread wantonly on the table, her big breasts lolling, her cunt exposed, the tip of his young cock just easing its way into her, sliding in easily, feeling her wetness, feeling her heat, hearing the slap of flesh on flesh as his belly bounced on hers.

“I’ll give you my cock alright”, he laughed, confident now in his skills, basking in his stepmother’s lust, knowing that his father could never match this moment for her.

Julie felt Paul slide into her, felt his thickness fill her, felt his balls bang against the walls of her vagina. Wider and wider she opened her legs, pulling him in deeper and deeper, four inches, five inches, six inches, seven inches, eight inches…. Paul mounted his stepmother like a bull, his cock a steel rod encased in soft velvet. Towering over her, he saw her wince as finally his full length filled her, stretching her, and slowly, rhythmically he began to move, rocking back and forth gently at first, feeling Julie grip him tighter and tighter with her legs, her hands now grasping the sides of the table as she strove to keep her balance while her stepson slammed into her harder and harder. Julie was powerless to move now, pinned under Paul’s young body, his outstretched arms on her shoulders, his thighs slapping against hers, his balls bouncing on her, his cock thrusting upwards harder and harder. As the boy began to pace himself, wallowing in his stepmother’s wanton lust, her powerlessness, her absolute need for him to fuck her harder and harder, he lost himself in the task of making Julie remember this fuck for the rest of her life, as he would want to remember it. His earlier orgasm was making for a prolonged coitus now, although all the boy knew was that his penis was still growing inside Julie’s cunt and all Julie knew was that the boy’s cock was pounding away at her like a battering ram, causing her to cum again and again and again as she tossed her head from side to side, her long hair whipping across her face, her nipples rubbing hard against the boy’s hairless chest….

“Jack, Paul, Jack, Paul, Jack, Paul”, she gasped, not caring what the boy thought, wanting to taste her lover’s cock in her mouth as her stepson fucked her between her legs.

With her eyes closed, Julie grunted as Paul rammed his cock harder and harder into her and she saw Jack’s big cock swinging before her eyes.

“Hi, baby”, she heard him say, as gently he guided his penis to her lips.

“Jack, Jack,” she murmured, grasping his shaft, pulling him to her mouth, her whole body rocking to the thrusting motion of the boy between her legs.

“Give me cock, give me cock”, she moaned and Paul, thinking her words were meant for him, rammed his cock into her willingly, pushing her to the very edge of the table, to the very edge of her world.

Looking up, he too saw his stepmother’s lover standing there, his big cock deep in Julie’s throat as he smiled back at the boy.

“Let’s fuck this cunt, Paul, let’s both fill her with our cum”, he heard the older man say, his voice strong, humorous, a smile in every word.

Jack’s cock was big, bigger than Paul had ever seen, and it was deep in Julie’s mouth now, her lips were stretched around it, gagging her, and the younger man saw a blissful smile on Julie’s face as she surrendered herself completely to the attack on her body and on her soul, her lover’s penis in her mouth, her stepson’s in her vagina. She began to moan loudly as both men began to move together, stretching her mouth and her cunt together, both thrusting deeply into her, both fucking her savagely, ruthlessly, relentlessly, until finally she could hold back no longer and with a scream she came, a mighty and momentous orgasm which started deep in the cavern of her body and teemed forth, splashing richly, noisily, wetly down her thighs, drenching her legs, drenching Paul’s thighs and the boy could wait no longer and for the first time he revealed his youth with a cry… “I love you, I love you, I love you” he shouted to Julie as he burst inside her, a mighty wave of cum breaking inside her, and Julie felt Jack’s orgasm break in her mouth, drowning her, splashing in her face, her eyes, her nostrils, running down her cheeks and her chin, onto her breasts, and weeping, she swallowed all she could. Elsewhere, the black woman felt the white man’s enormous cock make one final thrust deep in her throat and with satisfaction, she felt his hot cum fill her mouth.

“That’s it, baby, that’s it, cum to Momma, fill me with that cum”, she murmured as she let Jack’s cock squirt creamy streams of cum into her mouth, seeing the look of ecstasy on the man’s face above her, feeling the man’s hot sticky cum ooze from her mouth, dribble down her chin, fall in warm droplets onto her big breasts.

She reached down and sweeping up a scoop of cum she brought her fingers first to her mouth and then to the man’s.

“Taste it, baby, taste your cum”, she crooned with a smile, and Jack heard again Julie’s voice before he came again, a second wave of cum and then a third splashing on the woman’s face and breasts.

“Thank you, honey, that was good”, he said but to Julie he said, “I love you, baby, I love you”.