A young man's diary - Sex Stories

A young man's diary

... edge as I unloaded my cum, when the first pulse of my juice spurted into her pussy, she gasped and ground down even harder on my cock. I responded with a loud moan of my own, and jammed myself even farther in, until it felt like I had reached the end of her sopping tunnel and it was gripping my cock head painfully. We fell together, sweat glistened our bodies as we gasped for breath. “Oh thank you.” She said, “I really needed that.” [I was just glad I had lasted more than 2 seconds!] She kissed me hard on the mouth, and drew back smiling. Slowly, she rose off me, my cock, still hard stood throbbing, slick with our juices, and still jerking and pulsing slightly as it slowly began to relax, a large drip of cum fell from her gaping pussy and splashed on my stomach. Marge grabbed a towel off the bedside table and wiped me dry, making me shiver and jerk as she touched my still sensitive cock. “We should talk, I guess.” She said. “We can never tell anyone about this. You are way too young and I would get into a great deal of trouble. It would be…” “Shut up. We both got what we wanted.” I said. “I think you used to screw John too. Didn’t you? And you’ve been watching me jerk off since I was 11, and the other things I do in the bathroom.” “Well, yea. You’re right we both got what we wanted. I’ve seen the collection on your computer, looking into the tree house and your room. I can’t believe you have such a thing for older women.” Marge said. “And yea, I did screw John a few times ...

... when he was about your age. I’ve even screwed your dad a few times over the years.” “In fact, it was my husband and your mother that started us swapping, a long time ago, but we haven’t for quite awhile. You knew we had been friends since school, didn’t you?” I was at a loss for words, my Mom and Dad, SWAPPED! I mean I knew they had sex, you could easily hear them going at it all the time, nearly every night in fact. I guess the appetite ran in the f****y… “Are you hungry now?” She asked. I was starving! With the anxiety I had lived with for past two days gone. I found myself hungry for many things but food was first, Marge reheated the biscuits and added some scrambled eggs, toast, bacon and coffee, prancing around the kitchen naked, her tits bouncing and swinging as she worked, I was fascinated and horny as hell by the time I finished eating and had rinsed my plate in the sink. My cock was hard and ready for more. “So, we haven’t got all day, I think we should put that thing of yours to some good use now.” She muttered as she pressed her soft warmth against me. “It’s your turn to drive.” And with that, she turned around, leaning forward against the countertop and rubbed her fine ass against me until my dick was wedged in her crack, the heat of her made my cock jump and jerk. “Oh yea, baby, fuck momma’s pussy.” She said, as she reached between her legs and guided my dick into her wet hole. “Mmmm.” She moaned, “Fuck me hard baby.” So I did, I fucked her as hard as I could slap ...