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College was hard. I guess you never understand that until you get there. And even if San Diego State College wasn't the best in the state the professors were good, and strict. High school was a breeze, but the courses I was taking now were forcing me to do homework every night. I even had to do some work on the weekends. Hardly time to relax at all. But I managed to find a little play time.
California had the prettiest girls and women in the world. Everyone knew that. And the college had lots of lookers walking around. I enjoyed just sitting on a bench and watching them walk by in their sleeveless sundresses giving me glimpses of their tanned legs. And sometimes I would catch a look at some soft breast flesh when they raised their arms up. A few girls were already deciding they didn't need bras. It was fun.
None of them were as pretty as my stepmother, Cindy. I was thinking of her that weekend. I had just got an essay back and I had only received a C on it. It was discouraging. Maggie told me is was no big deal. Everyone took awhile to get in the right frame of mind for college. She knew I would do alright soon. But I didn't know that. I wanted to talk to Cindy.
Mrs. Longtree had one phone in the house. It was downstairs in the living room. We were allowed to receive calls, and to make them if we placed a quarter in the cookie jar on the refrigerator in the kitchen. I put a coin in the jar and went in to call home that Saturday morning.
The phone rang in our bungalow about four times. Then Dad answered.
"Y'ellow, Gillespie residence."
"Hi Dad. It's Peter. How's things?"
"Fine, I guess. I was going fishing soon. You wanna come with me?"
"Oh no, I don't really have too much free time now. Say, could I talk to Cindy a second?"
"Yeah, sure. I think she's in the can. Wait a minute."
In another minute she came on. Her worried voice was sweet, like music to me.
"Peter, what's wrong? Are you alright?"
"It's okay, Cindy. So, could I come down today for awhile? I need to talk."
"Yes. Your dad's going fishing. Did you want to talk to him too? I can tell him to stay home."
"No, no. That's fine. No. I wanted to talk to you, Cindy."
She paused.
"You there?"
"Of course, Peter. You come down. I'm making your dad some food now. He'll be gone by the time you get here. I'll make you lunch. Are you hungry?"
I laughed. "I think I'm always hungry. But I'll be there in an hour or so. I have to catch the bus."
"Okay. Good. Well, I'll be here, like always. Bye sweetie." I could hear the smile in her voice as I hung up the phone.
By the time the bus took me south to Chula Vista I was wondering if I was being silly. I mean, Maggie was right. I just needed to get my feet on the ground. I could do the work in college. I knew that. Oh well. No matter. It gave me an excuse to see Cindy.
I opened the unlocked front door and went through the arch into the kitchen. I figured Cindy would be there. She was turning towards me, having heard the door open and close. She smiled as she wiped her hands on her apron.
I went right to her and put my hands on her waist. I lifted her up in the air as she giggled like a young girl. Then I let her down and my lips met hers. I was greedy. I wanted her, and the way she bent her body into mine told me that she wanted me too. She was whimpering softly as we traded the moisture of our lips. She broke away.
"God, Peter. My boy. My sweet boy. Please. I need you now."
I lifted her up in my arms and started trotting toward her bedroom down the hall. She was laughing out loud now. I threw her onto her bed and dove to land beside her. I put a hand up to her wavy brown hair and I caressed it. Looking into her deep brown eyes. I did love her so.
"Oh, I forgot. Is Sheila here?"
"No. No. Oh, I'll tell you all about that later. I want my boy now. Make love to me sweetheart. I need you, Peter."
Ever since she had let me please her the first time I had known she was the perfect woman. I worshiped her as I began taking her dress off over her head. She was not wearing a bra or panties. She had been expecting me, you see. Her feet were bare and I gently caressed them. So tiny, and sexy. Her breasts were not large either, but they were so delicious to look at, and to suck. I tried to touch her whole body as she kept begging me to make love to her. I was playing with her. And she knew it.
Finally, I got off the bed to strip out of my chinos and cotton tee shirt. I had flipped off my penny loafers. Sitting on the bed side I took off my socks as Cindy's hand found my hardening cock. I grinned and stood up. Her hands were stroking me now as her tongue started licking my pre-cum. Then she lifted it up and sucked on my balls. I had one hand in her hair, and was reaching down to tweak a hard nipple.
I knew her delicate fingers were teasing her own clit as she began sucking my cock head. I had often watched her rubbing her pussy and flipping her fingers against her clit. She could cum easily that way. Now I was trying to get all of my prick into her mouth as her saliva dripped down onto my nuts and thighs. She was making the greedy sounds she made when she wanted to suck my spunk.
I could have given her my milk quickly, but I wanted something more. I stopped and pulled away. Cindy moaned. I took her hand and we crawled farther up the bed. I put my head on a pillow then laid on my back with my hard dick in the air.
"Give me your pussy, Cindy. Let me eat it. Come on. Suck me while I suck you. Suck my cock."
She eagerly spread her thighs on each side of my head, lowered her wet lips to my mouth, and began rubbing all that goodness on my face. Her hand was squeezing my prick tight, and I knew it was purple now, as she chewed on it with her teeth, but gently, teasingly. Then she started bobbing her head up and down. My tongue was licking her labia from top to bottom. My fingers spread the slit apart and I finger fucked her as I sucked her juices.
Such a great ass. So round and soft and meaty. I rubbed it as I licked my stepmom. I tickled her brown flower, and gently inserted my finger. I could feel her breathing more heavily around my cock. I fingered her pucker a little and she moaned some more, moving faster on my prick. Her pussy juices flowed. I stuck two fingers in her pussy again, finding a good spot. Her honey squirted out onto my face. Fuck.
My cock was ready. I thrust it up into her mouth and she knew what to expect. I started shooting streams of my cream up into her mouth and throat. She was choking as she tried to take it all. She did well, swallowing lots of it. Some leaked out and dripped down my hard cock into my pubes. She was still jacking my cock as I rubbed her pussy juices off of my face and licked my hand. I groaned as she sucked harder, getting all that she could out of my stiff dick.
I was relaxing with my arms under my head. Sweet stepmom Cindy was still licking my cock. She liked the taste of my sperm. She always said it tasted of youthful optimism. Silly, but it was nice to feel her continue loving me that way. At last she crawled up and let me put my arm around her, as she nestled her head on my chest. I loved the smell of sex in the air.
After awhile I remembered about Sheila. Cindy was going to tell me something.
"Where did you say Sheila was?"
"I didn't say. Listen, this is hard for us. But we have to just get it over with. My girl's in a bad marriage. Jason's lost all of their money and he won't stop gambling. He never will, I don't think. Sheila has to get out. She needs that baby to come into a better world. One without Jason there."
"So what do you mean. Where is she?"
"Peter, she left last week for Reno. She'll be there for six weeks, and then she can get a divorce."
"A divorce? I don't know anyone who has that. I mean, is it hard? I really don't know anything about it."
"It's not hard. Not in Nevada. You live there six weeks, become a resident, and then you get the divorce in court. It just takes a little money. Your dad was happy to help out. He's looking forward to his new grandchild. I don't know if he ever liked Jason. But, no matter. It'll be done before the baby comes. We'll get by alright."
"Sheila's all alone up there. Is she okay? What's she doing all day?"
"When she calls she tells me about all the other Reno ladies getting their time in. It's kind of a holiday, if you can afford it. She's not staying at an expensive place. We can just handle it. It'll be fine. She'll be fine. I miss her. She's still my baby girl."
I kissed her. She had started to cry quietly. I held her tightly and rubbed her bare back. I wasn't thinking about sex now. I loved Cindy and I loved Sheila.
We got up and had a shower together, washing each other's bodies. I did get hard again but we didn't do anything. After drying off we dressed and went into the kitchen.
Cindy had made some sandwiches and we ate those as we sat at the table. We were chatting about Sheila, and school, and then she told me that Dad was camping out up at Lake Otay. He would be coming home Sunday afternoon.
"I was going back to the rooming house, but I guess I'll stay here and keep you company, Cindy."
"Are you sure? You don't need to do anything? Homework?"
"It can wait. I think it'll be great to spend the night with you. If that's okay."
She smiled, and her eyes were wet and sparkling in the overhead light. She reached out, pushed her fingers into my curly blond hair, and then touched my cheek.
"You're such a sweet child. My big boy. Peter. Please, stay with me tonight."
We spent the afternoon talking, and listening to some LPs. Cindy had some favorites she liked to play when she was alone, usually. I didn't mind listening to them. She enjoyed Dinah Washington and Nat King Cole. And some big band music. They were good to dance to. We used to play them at sock hops in school. I decided to dance with Cindy.
I stood up as Benny Goodman was playing his clarinet. I took her little hand. She smiled as she rose. There was room there in the living room, on the hard wood floor. We started doing a jitterbug. She was good, of course. I was okay. We both danced for a few tunes and then stopped when the album ended. We were laughing together.
Later that evening, after we had a dinner that I helped prepare, we listened to some radio shows. We went to bed around ten, but this time I didn't go to my room. I went to Cindy's room.
We took our time undressing. I couldn't get enough of her pretty body, and I think she liked to look at me, too. She said so, anyway. I was in good shape, still. I was gaining a little weight from Mrs. Longtree's meals, but I wasn't getting a gut yet.
Cindy came over and put her arms around me, with her hands hugging me close and her head on my chest. I held her, with my chin on top of her head. She was tiny. I could feel her nipples, hard against my body. I lifted her chin and kissed her softly. Her tongue touched my lips, and the kissing became more forceful. I was holding her butt cheeks now, kissing her and pulling her tighter to me.
It was too much. I wanted her. I lifted her up, holding her ass, and my hard cock slipped into her pussy. She bit my shoulder as I thrust deeper, holding her up against the wall. I began fucking her there, right there, not even caring if there was a bed. I needed that pussy. I was taking it as if it belonged to me. And her knees and thighs were gripping my waist tightly. And her wet slit was taking my long cock. We were grunting now, like animals in heat. Jeez, such good pussy. Good fucking. Oh fuck, it was good.
"Holy fuck, baby. Ahh, fuck. Fuck me. Unnh! Unnh! Oh fuck. Baby, baby."
"Yeah, yeah, Cindy, Cindy, oh fuck. God I need you so much. Fuck me, fuck me."
"I'm cumming already, baby. Cumming for you. Oh, fuck, Peter. Cum with me."
But no. I made her cum. I did that. I wanted to make her cum and cum over and over.
I moved her body away from the wall and leaned down, placing her on the bed. Her legs were wrapping around me, pulling me closer, her tiny feet beating against my ass, wanting more cock, more cock. I was fucking her as hard as I could. She took all of me and begged for more.
Damn. I came. I rammed one last hard deep thrust and spewed my semen into my stepmom's pussy. She cried out as she felt it and her body shook with a huge orgasm. I was pumping more sperm into her, over and over. Fucking my sweet Cindy. Our lips were feverishly kissing. Kissing and fucking. So good.
It was enough. I fell on top of her and my cock slipped out, dripping sticky fluids onto her curly pussy hair. I was spent. Her legs were sprawled apart, and I placed a hand on her wet pussy. Gently stroking it as she quivered. I kissedTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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