He pulls back, my skin prickling as I feel his cock sliding out, and puts me down. With a grin on his lips, he places his hands on my waist and turns me around. I place my hands against the wall, shoulder height, and jut my ass back at him. His hands run down my side and he moves them over the curve of my ass, grabbing my buttocks hard. He presses his body against mine, the warmness of his skin spreading through me; with his cock firmly pressed between my buttocks, I start rocking my body, grinding against his cock.
I exhale sharply, ready for what’s to come; I reach for his cock and, grabbing it, push it down. Placing the tip against my folds, I let go and place my hand back on the wall.
He eases into me gently, my pussy resting against the tip of his erect cock. As he moves, I have to grit my teeth as he pierces me, my inner walls once again accommodating his long thickness. When he’s in me to the hilt, he starts to move with a slow and gently rhythm. But I don’t want to move slowly. I want to go fast. I want to go furious. I start jutting my ass back, moving my hips with a ferocity I didn’t know I had in me.
“Harder…” I tell him harshly. “Fuck me harder… I’m your stepmother, do what I tell you to,” I find myself saying, not even capable of filtering my own words.
“Bossy…” he whispers with a smile. He starts fucking me hard all the same, placing his hands on my hips and pulling me in as he thrusts, my mind almost destroyed by the intensity of his thrusts. My back arches as I succumb to the hard sway of his hips, my body sandwiched between a man that’s half a decade my junior and a slab of concrete, no escape possible. And, really, why would I want an escape? He should be the one wondering about escaping, because I’m not letting him go anywhere—at least not until my body is utterly and completely spent, that is.
Holding me against the wall, his rhythm starts to grow into a mind numbing crescendo, his cock hitting me so fast that I can already feel the blood inside my veins starting to boil. I moan through gritted teeth, closing my eyes as all existence starts to fade away. I can’t see or hear, I can only feel. The whole universe seems focused on the place where our bodies meet and fuse, his cock pounding my pussy without a single hint of mercy.
I come once again, my body completely electrified. I rest my forehead against the wall, hitting it repeatedly as I try to cope with the raging joy that courses through me. This is fucking Heaven. Transcendence. I’ve never been religious, but this is almost mystical.. Think I’m exaggerating? I’m not. I’m out of control, I know, but that’s just
a side effect of being fucked like this. And, really, it’s not even a bad side effect; who doesn’t want to lose control from time to time?
It’s like that, without any kind of mental brakes or whatsoever, that I let a loud moan tumble out from my lips. I almost don’t even care if anyone hears us. Sure, if Michael ever found out about this, both Lance and I would be in deep trouble… But who cares about that right now?
He pulls his cock out and places his lips against my neck, kissing me tenderly. Then, he makes me turn on my heels, my back against the wall. My hands go to his chest and, clawing at his pectorals, I smile mischievously.
My hands slide up to his shoulders and I push him back, motioning toward the small bench in the corner of the cramped cubicle. He doesn’t complain as I guide him there, making him sit as I look upon him, hunger making my eyes widen. He licks his lips, his eyes never leaving mine, and I climb on top of him, my legs open wide as I sit on his lap. My hands slide down his chest and, once again, his cock is in my hands.
Guiding his thick member to where I need it to be, I let it pierce me like a spear, his shaft going in easily. I don’t give him time to process what’s about to happen. I simply start rocking my body against his, my buttocks slapping his legs as I go up and down, back and forth. I move wildly, still out of control, and close my eyes as he reaches for my tits, grabbing them eagerly as I fuck him in abandonment. He has fucked me the way I wanted him to; it’s time for me to show him that a woman my age also knows how to please a man.
I ride him hard, and I ride him fast, punishing his cock with all my strength. I feel drops of sweat pooling on my forehead, but these only make me go faster. My muscles are already aching, but I don’t care. I’m a woman on a mission, and I won’t be denied. I grin as I feel sweat dripping down my back, down my face and into my lips, the salty taste of it coating my tongue.
Acting on instinct, I get up in a rush and, before he can do anything, I turn my back to him and ease myself down on his cock again. His hands go down my back to my ass, and he slaps my cheeks hard as I start riding him in a reverse position. My ass bounces up and down, slapping his body again as I try to survive the onslaught of pleasure that rages through me like a wildfire.
I feel my mind starting to dissolve, pleasure the only remaining thing inside my head. God, I needed this… Forbidden as it might be, Lance is fucking me like I’ve never been fucked before. To say he knows what he’s doing is putting it lightly.
He slides his fingers further in over my ass cheeks, his fingertips brushing against my crack. A shiver goes up my spine as he presses on my asshole, gently caressing it as I keep on riding him. Pressing down, he slides his finger one inch inside my ass, and then starts to move it back and forth at a steady rhythm. With him fingering my ass, I feel closer to oblivion than I have ever been.
I clench my jaw, breathing through my nose as my muscles start to spasm. I don’t even feel the need to scream anymore; my body does all the talking now, my muscles jerking as I come once more. I might be coming, but I’m too far-gone to stop. I keep riding him with violent movements, my buttocks bouncing up and down as his cock ravages me, his finger flying in and out of my ass faster now. Somehow, though, he still manages to resist my assault.
But not for long, that I can promise you.
He allows his finger to slide out of my ass as I go up to my feet, towering over him like the Queen of Wickedness. He looks at me with a grin on his face, sweat on his forehead, and I grab his hand.
“Lay down,” I whisper at him, my voice holding promises of pleasure. Like a good boy, he knows exactly what I tell him to, lying down on the cramped floor, his cock pointing up at me.
Guided by instinct, I immediately plant each feet on the side of his thighs. I squat down, grabbing his cock and pointing it straight up. I brush it against my pussy lips, his glans rubbing against all of my length, and only then do I go lower. I go as slow as I can, his shaft gently lodging itself inside of me. Then I start to jump and down over his cock, moving as fast as I can and pushing through my exhausted muscles. I might be tired, I might be spent, but I’m not a goddamn quitter. I will see this through.
It happens fast.
Before I know it, his cock starts to spasm and I feel a warmness inside of me. He starts to cum, his semen gushing inside of my pussy like a fountain, filling me to the brink and dripping down his cock. It goes on for what seems like forever, an endless torrent of thick cum inundating me as I finally ease myself down and stop moving, allowing myself to savor the sweet ecstasy that courses through us both. Still cumming, he hooks his fingers on my waist and thrusts upward. I let out a surprised moan as the tip of his cock goes as deep as possible, yanking one final orgasm out of my system. I lean forward, grabbing his ankles as flames of indescribable pleasure crash against my body and turn my mind into ashes.
I roll to the side, completely spent, and smile as I feel thick strands of cum dripping out of my pussy and down my legs. Looking at him, I realize he’s still cumming, thick strands of his white juices shooting up in the air.
He’s literally cumming in quarts.
“Come for me, baby,” I whisper, and then I correct myself. “Come over me.” Gritting his teeth, he goes up to his feet, his cock spasming out of control. I kneel under him, opening my mouth and allowing his semen to coat my tongue. Filling my mouth to the brim, his cum starts dripping down my chin and onto my breasts. I grab his cock then, and I point it at my tits; his warm juices hit my skin in a heartbeat, completely covering both of my breasts.
Using both of my hands, I smear his fluids all over my chest, my fingers sliding easily over my skin. And still he keeps cumming, almost as if to confirm that this is, in fact, reality and not just a wild dream. Yes, this is very real. I’m fucking my stepson, someone deliciously younger than me. Don’t judge; being married to a man like Michael makes someone like Lance completely irresistible.
When his cock finally stops, I lock eyes with him, my lips curling into a devilish grin.
“I can’t leave here like this…” I tell him, still rubbing my own breasts with his cum. “You’ll have to take care of it now, Lance.” As if my words were a whip, he goes down to his knees in front of me.
“Did you think I wouldn’t take care of it…?” He presses his mouth against mine, and we kiss as if tomorrow would never come, swapping all of the cum in my mouth and letting it drip down both of our bodies. He sucks on my tongue, taking all the cum into his mouth, and then licks all the drops hanging on my lips. “I wouldn’t let you leave without tasting every single inch of your skin…”