A young man's diary - Sex Stories

A young man's diary

... more f***e behind my thrusts, I just couldn’t get enough of my cock into her to satisfy my lust. As her orgasm peaked, she fell forward, her face down on the sheet, Marge reached beneath us and started scrubbing her clit, I could feel her pussy lips jerking in time with the vigorous fingering she was giving herself, the outer lips of her cunt dragged against the shaft of my cock, and I felt my own cum starting to churn it’s way outwards. Marge felt this too and reached back and grabbed my balls and ran her fingers along the underside of them, reaching my puckered asshole. That was it, I jammed myself as deeply as I could shove into her pussy and released a mammoth cum squirt, it felt like my dick had swollen to extraordinary hardness, and the pulse of my cum injecting into her was incredible. Marge felt this too and groaned loudly in time with my own b**stly growls, reaching yet another orgasm that had her shaking and quivering over her entire body until she went limp beneath me. I slowly let my cock slip from her pussy, we both felt the gush of cum that splashed out, coating our thighs and wetting the sheets below. When we were finally separated, we fell to our left sides, spooning our sweating bodies together, gasping for breath. In less than a minute, I felt Marge relax and from the change in her breathing, I knew she had fallen asl**p; not having anything better to do, I just snuggled in and joined her, taking mere seconds to drift into a deep slumber. I awoke with a ...

... start; Marge was in mid air, leaping from the bed. “Oh fuck, how long have we been asl**p? My husband is home from work!” Sure enough, a glance at the bedside alarm clock revealed it was 5 PM, we had been asl**p for at least 5 hours! And her husband was home: Holy Fuck! But Marge was sharp, “Stay up here until I can get him into the shower.” She stammered, just before disappearing down the stairs. I could hear them plainly, and could envision the scene as Marge met her husband in the hallway coming in from the garage [luckily they had a driveway monitor that had awakened her.] “I’ve been waiting for you to get home all day.” Said Marge. “Oh yea?” Her husband replied, a pleased sound to his gruff voice. Obviously Marge hadn’t worried about tying her housecoat shut for him; those tits would make any man smile, even after working all day! “What say you to a nice hot shower together then you lick my pussy?” Marge purred seductively. [Hell, the way she made it sound, I wanted some of that action!] “Oh yea baby.” Her husband said. This was followed by the quiet click of the bathroom door closing and the shower starting. I gave Marge time enough to get him out of his clothes and into the water, meanwhile pulling on my shorts and T-shirt. I didn’t put my shoes on, but tiptoed down the narrow staircase barefooted, peeking into the hallway, I confirmed the master bathroom door was closed, then stealthily slipped across the dining room to the sliding glass doors. Knowing that the bathroom ...