Chula Vista Dreaming (part three) - Sex Stories

Chula Vista Dreaming (part three)

... her pussy all wet, and I knew what I had to do for my Cindy. I knelt down, put my cock head at her pussy lips, and I slowly pushed in. My first fuck. Oh, shit, it was so fucking good! It was heaven for me, as I began thrusting more deeply and quickly. She was moaning as she was using her hands on her tits. I could feel her pussy gripping my cock as I fucked her. It was my first time, and I wanted it to last forever. But it couldn't, of course. I began slamming my prick into her, shaking her whole body, and I was grunting. I began chanting out loud. "Fuck, fuck, oh fuck, yeah, fuck, jeez, fuck...ahhhh! Fuck!" My cum burst out into my stepmother's pussy. I had nothing in my mind. I was just a fucking machine right then, and I heard Cindy wailing as I fill her cunt with spunk, shooting over and over. I kept fucking, and my juices were leaking out around my cock. I humped one last time, then fell down onto her body. Her arms were tight about me, as she kissed my curly, blond hair. I was dripping cum down onto the ottoman and the freshly vacuumed rug. "Such a sweet boy. My little lover. My sweet baby. Thank you Peter. You're going to be a great lover for some girl, baby. That was so wonderful for your first time. I needed that so much, dear." I couldn't believe that Cindy was thanking me. She was perfect. I loved her so much. We slowly got up. "Oh my, I need to clean up in here. We are naughty, aren't we Peter? Help me clean this up, and then I need to take a shower. You should ...

... too, probably. Come on, baby. Help me here." We wiped up all the traces of our love making that we could. Then she used a sponge to clean it even better. All the while she was humming a tune. It was "When The Red, Red Robin." It's in my mind to this day. Everything about that first time is locked away in my memories. She had me take a shower first. I smelled of love, and Cindy. But it wouldn't do to be like that when Dad came home. I was in my bedroom when I heard the shower go on again. I just had a towel wrapped around my waist. It was rising up in front. I was young, and my cock was young and randy. I decided I hadn't had enough Cindy for the day. I wasn't worried now whether she heard me or not. We were lovers as far as I was concerned. I dismissed her talk of it being one last time. I didn't believe that for a minute. I didn't want to, and I wouldn't. As I went out of my room and into the hall I dropped the towel on the floor. I was tasting pussy in my mind once again. I opened the bathroom door and steam escaped into the hallway. I crossed over and slid the shower curtain back. Cindy was using a douce bag, cleaning her pussy. I remembered that somebody had told me that women did that to keep from getting pregnant. She was squeezing the rubber bag with a nozzle in her pussy. Looking up she squealed, and dropped the apparatus in the tub. "Peter, what are you doing? You surprised me!" "It's okay Cindy. I need to give you a present. Just let me show you how much I love you, ...