Speaker 1: My step son has never liked me for the longest time,
Speaker 1: and I had to admit I've never liked his whinnie
Speaker 1: white boy has either. Matter of fact, I've always despised
Speaker 1: the little sheep, and I've never shied from letting him
Speaker 1: know my feelings. If it weren't for the fact that
Speaker 1: I fell in love with his mom and she's got
Speaker 1: a bombers sweet, juicy white pussy that trapped me hard.
Speaker 1: From the moment I stuck my dick in the beach,
Speaker 1: I knew there was no letting go for me. I
Speaker 1: just had to have his sweet mamma just so no
Speaker 1: other brother would happen by to snatch her white booty
Speaker 1: for me. But I had to contend with her then
Speaker 1: seven year old son that the Sorrier's white boy left
Speaker 1: her before getting sent to jail. Oh well, beggars can't
Speaker 1: always be choosers. Right. Times went by, and I stuck
Speaker 1: with him and his mom all through the years. We
Speaker 1: learned to be amicable with each other sot of, but
Speaker 1: don't get me wrong, I still despise the little talk
Speaker 1: and even he couldn't help but reluctantly start calling me that,
Speaker 1: even though I wished he never did. I already have
Speaker 1: grown kids from my ex and I love those, But
Speaker 1: with my steps on Jimmie, I often wished he'd get upset,
Speaker 1: scatterdo from home, and get lost out in the world.
Speaker 1: Jimmie did grow up, and the time came when he
Speaker 1: got into college, and I couldn't have been happier. At
Speaker 1: least then I had plenty of time to strot around
Speaker 1: the house naked whenever I want, and to fuck his
Speaker 1: mum however I wanted. His mom had aged, but the
Speaker 1: same as me. I'm pushing fifty washes in her early forties,
Speaker 1: and she still got a juicy, snapping pussy, I tell you,
Speaker 1: and if you know me, I've still got game when
Speaker 1: it comes to laying pipe in her. In fact, she
Speaker 1: once agreed to us having a threesome. She included an
Speaker 1: old friend of hers who didn't mind cheating on her husband. However,
Speaker 1: she could Sherry, my wife loves sex, and we both
Speaker 1: know how to get down hard and dirty when we want.
Speaker 1: There've been times when I'd return home from my factory job,
Speaker 1: wear and drained, and I would open the door and
Speaker 1: She'll be standing in the middle of the living room,
Speaker 1: but naked in her bathrobe. Tired, Nest would leave me
Speaker 1: and I'd take her right there on the floor. But
Speaker 1: then last summer here comes the smartest twalk from college,
Speaker 1: and he brought with him a pretty blonde he said
Speaker 1: was his girlfriend. She was pretty. I tell you, had
Speaker 1: good bone structure, fine looking as a nice pair of teats.
Speaker 1: I rode my tongue in my mouth, trying to imagine
Speaker 1: what the beech would look without any clothes. But worse,
Speaker 1: I couldn't help thinking the dwarp was actually banging that broad.
Speaker 1: I'd always figured him for a sissy, nothing more. If
Speaker 1: what ever came to me that he was gay, I'd
Speaker 1: have laughed and said that about right. He was home
Speaker 1: for the holidays, and he said his girlfriend Karen, figured
Speaker 1: she'd stay with him for a week since her parents
Speaker 1: had gone on vacation without her. Sherry didn't mind, and
Speaker 1: for me, I decided to go along with things, as
Speaker 1: there was little argument I could bring. Karen and I
Speaker 1: often caught herself staring at each other whenever we sat
Speaker 1: to eat at the dining table or in the living
Speaker 1: room if we wanted to watch a movie, but we
Speaker 1: seldom talked besides casual greeting exchanges, and I noticed the
Speaker 1: way Jamie seemed to stick close to her like he
Speaker 1: worried she might vanish or something. The boys gotten a
Speaker 1: taste of pussy, and he was afraid of losing one.
Speaker 1: What a whimp. I woke up from a siesta one
Speaker 1: afternoon and found out Sherry and Jamie had gone out
Speaker 1: to visit a family member. There was just me and
Speaker 1: Karen in the house. I asked if she'd care for
Speaker 1: a beer or soder. She preferred a soda, so I
Speaker 1: gave her one and a board light for myself. We
Speaker 1: sat out on the back porch, catching the afternoon breeze
Speaker 1: that blew against the day's heat. Karen shared more details
Speaker 1: about herself, but it wasn't until the talk involved Jimmie
Speaker 1: that I got picked. Hope, you don't mind me asking this,
Speaker 1: but how long have you and Jimmie been together? What
Speaker 1: do you mean together? Ain't you boyfriend and girlfriend? She laughed,
Speaker 1: That's what Jimmie likes to think. I do like him,
Speaker 1: but there's nothing sexual between us. I was stunned by
Speaker 1: her words. Seriously, so you're telling me this whole time
Speaker 1: of you shacking in his room with him, that nothing's
Speaker 1: going on. Honestly nothing. I much prefer older men. Jimmie's
Speaker 1: way too inexperienced for me. Well, damn, how old of
Speaker 1: a man do you prefer? Certainly not me, I'm way
Speaker 1: too old for you. I think you'd like to think, so,
Speaker 1: she said, giving me a sadonic look. But wouldn't you
Speaker 1: like to know? I'm not going to lie? I was
Speaker 1: damn curious about what she meant, but didn't know if
Speaker 1: I dared to go that route. It took a second
Speaker 1: for me to decide. Yeah, i'd sure like to know,
Speaker 1: I asserted. Besides, it's only us at home. Karen laughed,
Speaker 1: drained her shoulder, and dropped the can in a trash bin,
Speaker 1: and then approached where I was sitting. To my surprise,
Speaker 1: she dropped to her knees and tied her blonde hair
Speaker 1: into a bond. I knew instinctively what she wanted and
Speaker 1: unswipt my fly so she could reach inside for my staff.
Speaker 1: She got to sucking me without prompt I spread my
Speaker 1: legs and sipped my beer while she gave me head.
Speaker 1: Her lips made a smacking noise while her hand jerked
Speaker 1: my shaft to pull nelson. Oh my, she remarked, as
Speaker 1: she stroked my head on. Your cook is way bigger
Speaker 1: than Jamie's. I swear to God, and yet you said
Speaker 1: you ain't fuked him. I said, I've given him hand jobs,
Speaker 1: but nothing more. She said. I told him I'm in
Speaker 1: my period, and he believed me. Damn, you're a real
Speaker 1: nasty piece of work. She resumed sucking me, and I
Speaker 1: have to admit her mouth tasted fucking good. It felt
Speaker 1: like cold spring water, and the breeze and sweatering heat
Speaker 1: added more to the enticey moment. How about we take
Speaker 1: things inside, I suggested, best we get started before Jimmie
Speaker 1: and his mum returned home. Sure, she dusted her knees
Speaker 1: as she came to her feet. I hitched up my
Speaker 1: pants and led her inside. We went into the master
Speaker 1: bedroom and then hurried out of our clothes. I fell
Speaker 1: on the bed and got Karrant to straddle my face
Speaker 1: and ate her pussy while she played with my cock
Speaker 1: some more. My twork tasted good. It tasted like sweet bourbon.
Speaker 1: I spat in her pussy and wiggled my finger into
Speaker 1: her asshole while I socked on her clate. She couldn't
Speaker 1: stop squaming and moaning, even with a mouthful of cork.
Speaker 1: That let me know she was liking what I was doing.
Speaker 1: I could have remained there, sacking and tasting her pussy
Speaker 1: all day, except I had a job to do and
Speaker 1: time was running. Karen came off me and straddled my
Speaker 1: cock with her back towards me. I propped a pillow
Speaker 1: under my head to enjoy the view of her but
Speaker 1: cheeks rocking back, and fought on my dick. Her pussy
Speaker 1: creamed over my shaft while she moaned and rocked against me.
Speaker 1: At some point I attempted jerking my ties, slamming her
Speaker 1: butt hard, and that got her scaling her notes. I
Speaker 1: forced her to the bed, lifted her tie and shoved
Speaker 1: my prick back into her pink hole, and howled as
Speaker 1: I penetrated her count. Her count was wet, yet it
Speaker 1: still felt tight, like a virgin pussy. I was going
Speaker 1: to have to fork her some more before she could
Speaker 1: loosen well enough to handle my gut, but that would
Speaker 1: have to be later. For now, I wanted to plunder
Speaker 1: that virgin pussy of her, so my steps and won't
Speaker 1: ever dare follow in my stead. She responded back by
Speaker 1: slamming her butt against my pelvis while I kept driving
Speaker 1: my head on into her womb. She turned partly towards
Speaker 1: me and reached over her head to caress my face
Speaker 1: while I squeezed her small tits. She was moaning and
Speaker 1: starting in her breeding, just the way I wanted. There's
Speaker 1: no better fone than pounding a beech's pussy hard and proper,
Speaker 1: letting her call you daddy. I was working on pure adrenaline,
Speaker 1: gasping and breathing like a racehorse. I pulled Karen up
Speaker 1: on her elbows and knees and pounded her doggy style.
Speaker 1: I forged the college beach harder and harder, and she
Speaker 1: screamed and kept pleaded for me to stop. Why the
Speaker 1: fuck would I dare myself to stop. Ain't nothing better
Speaker 1: in the world than pussy, and this one was years
Speaker 1: younger and tight. Why the fuck would I want to stop?
Speaker 1: Stopping was the last thing on my mind. I was
Speaker 1: aiming to bust a knot, and I opped my pace,
Speaker 1: firing on all cylinders, banging against the college beaches. But
Speaker 1: like I wanted to rip her part. I felt my
Speaker 1: trigger about to pull, and I extracted my prick at
Speaker 1: the last minute and jerked off on her buttocks. Karen
Speaker 1: collapsed on my bed, groaning, while I tottered backwards and
Speaker 1: nearly fell on my back. It's been a long while
Speaker 1: since I exerted myself like this. I knew I wasn't
Speaker 1: my younger self anymore, but that pussy felt too good
Speaker 1: for me to slow my tempo. Either way, it was
Speaker 1: a good day. Karen finally got up and helped me
Speaker 1: with putting the bed back in order, then picked up
Speaker 1: her clothes and scuttled off while I went into the
Speaker 1: bathroom to wash up. We came out of our rooms
Speaker 1: like nothing ever happened. That was the way it should
Speaker 1: be until whenever Sherry and Jamie returned home an hour later.
Speaker 1: I was in the garage working on my car while
Speaker 1: Karen was doing whatever. Karen left the following weekend, but
Speaker 1: not before exchanging numbers with me and promised to keep
Speaker 1: in touch. Jamie stuck around for another two weeks before
Speaker 1: returning to college. Karen and I do keep in touch,
Speaker 1: but Sherry knows nothing about my time together. I'd love
Speaker 1: to tell her about it, but some secret you just
Speaker 1: have to keep to yourself. Why rock the boat when
Speaker 1: it ain't necessary? Can you dig it