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Mrs. Anderson
I spent the last year in High School at Andrew Jackson High in Jacksonville, Florida, as an exchange student. I arrived two weeks before school started, on the 30th of June, on my eighteenth birthday. I could see the blue sea, the beautiful beaches and the high rise buildings as the plane banked before the landing; the sun was shining and everything felt almost... magical. Ten hours before I had left a rainy Stockholm and now I was gonna spend the next year in this shiny paradise. The flight attendant came walking up the isle; a sexy woman in her forties, with big tits, blonde hair, fantastic legs and bedroom eyes. Her eyes dwelled on me for an extra second as she walked by, and she touched my shoulder with her hand - "Just a few minutes now", she said and continued on. My cock started to grow hard; I felt the pleaseant tickling of the cockhead as it rubbed against the jeans when it moved down the right thigh. I fantazised about fucking her in the bathroom, balls deep in her wet pussy, lifting her off the floor and pounding her against the door, as she panted and moaned... Having a big cock isn´t always a blessing though, especially not when you´re eighteen and constantly horny; it stood out like a footlong baton in my pants, or down my thigh, at the moment. A painful but lovely tension as it tried to rise. I did what I always did; I thought about my grandmothers funeral, ice cold showers, football, and other cock shrinking things. Soon it started to shrink, and after a minute it was down to normal size. Until the stewardess camed back, that is, and sat down on the seat right in front of me.
She looked at me with eyes I could only read as horny. They wandered down my body and stayed at my cock, that was swelling fast. Her eyes grew as it was now rock hard and pressed down like a steel spring down my thigh. She got a smile on her lips and looked at me with bold, hungry eyes. I looked back, horny to the point of delirous. "Staying in Jacksonville long?" she asked. "A year" I managed to reply, with witheld breath. "Student?" she asked, and stroked her firm thigh. "Yeah" I said. The captains voice came over the speakersystem: "Fasten your seatbelts, ladies and gentlemen, we´ve been cleared to land. It has been a pleasure to be your captain on this flight from Stockholm... He went on for a while, talking about the weather and the time zone, while the plane went down for landing. The stewardess kept looking at me, and my big cock, while she fastened the seatbelt. A minute later we were down on the runway, taxing towards the gate. I stood up, with my cock bulging out like a steel rod down my thigh. "No point in hiding it" I thought to myself, horny as fuck. She smiled at me again, as I brought down my bag from the overhead compartment, and came up close to me. "Let me help you with that big...load" she said, and gave me a small piece of paper. On it was a phone number and a name: Emily. "Call me whenever you want honey, I´d love to take a ride on that gorgeous cock". Before I could say anything another stewardess came and whispered something to Emily, who followed her up the isle, towards the cockpit. I stood there dumb founded, with an aching cock that felt dangerously close to cumming. She was nowhere to be seen at the exit, instead the other stewardess stood there and said goodbye to the passengers. "But Im gonna see her again" I told myself and felt the note in my pocket.
The heat hit me like a wall when I stepped out of the airport. Kurt, the man in the family I was gonna stay with, had called me the moment I landed, and now he drove up with a Volvo stationwagon at the terminal. A small grey man in his fifties, with a ferret face and a mustasch. But he seemed nice and jovial. He called me a "viking" when he saw me (Im 6.5 ft. tall and quite muscular, with blonde hair) and helped me carry my other suitcase. We made some small talk, mostly about the weather, his Volvo and the palmtrees that lined the streets, as he drove. After 15 minutes we arrived at the gated community where they lived - an affluent upperclass area, with big Mcmansions, swimmingpools and latino gardeners polishing hedges. He pointed at a big white house on the left, drove up on the driveway and said "And we´ve arrived. Welcome to your new home". He drove into the garage. "Julie, my wife, is probably by the pool in the back" he said, and helped me carry the suitcases into the house, via a side door in the garage. The house felt cozy and tastful; elegant, but not flashy or vulgar. Pocket books in the book cases, nice landscape oil paintings on the walls and soft carpets. "Oh, hello, you must be Andreas" I heard a womans voice say, and when I turned around I saw, what must be the sexiest MILF in the history of the entire universe.
"Damn" I thought to myself and started thinking about more funerals and ice cold showers. "Hello" I said, trying not to stare at her magnificent silicone tits. "And you must be Julie" I continued. "Yeah" she said, and came up to me and gave me a hug. I felt her tits against my chest and sensed her flowery perfume. "Welcome, we hope you´ll feel at home and have a wondeful time". "I already do" I said, and we both smiled. "Come into the kitchen and let me give you something to drink". From the kitchen radio I heard Donovan sing "Catch the Wind", and I smelled something good cooking on the stove. She gave me glass of Cola with ice. I could tell she liked me, she looked at me with interested, almost dreamy eyes when I took sip.
"You were a big one" she said, smiling. I felt a little shy and said "Yeah, Im a bit big, I guess". She laughed and touched my arm. "Dinner is ready soon. Maybe you would like to freshen up before? I´ll show you to your room." She led me down the hall, where Kurt was huffing from carrying he suitcases. "Take them to his room" she commanded, as if he was a bellhop. We followed him down some stairs, to the ground plane, and into a room to the left. It was a nice room, with a desk, a bed, a sofa and a big flat screen TV on the wall. Across it, on the other wall, was big window facing a big blue pool and a green lawn. On the walls were posters of football players, and one of Kurt Kobain. "Nice room" I said. "We hope you´ll be comfortable. It´s my son´s, he´s away to college in Boston" Kurt replied. Julie opened a door and said "Here´s the bathroom. Take a shower if you like, dinner´s ready in ten minutes". I said thanks and went in. It looked more like a spa, with a massage bench in the middle and two lawnchairs in the corner, with a little table in front of them. She closed the door. The cock started to grow hard immediately. "Jesus fucking Christ" I whispered to myself. I waited in silence and listened as they walked up the stairs. I took off my jeans and stood in front of he bathroom mirror. The cock swayed lusciously in the air.
I found some lotion in the cabinet under the washbasin and sat down in one of the lawnchairs in the corner. I hadn´t been this horny since I´d DPd Jenny with Eskil two months before; my whole body was tingling, and the cock felt like it was gonna shoot cum any second. I flexed it a couple of times and moaned in exitement.
I squeezed out a click of lotion on the head and started stroking. Julie Anderson was forever burned onto my retina, I didn´t even have to fantasize, just thinking of her made me wanna cum. I closed my eyes and panted as I felt the orgasm coming closer. All of a sudden I heard a womans chocked gasp. I opened my eyes and saw Mrs. Anderson standing right in front of me, holding a stack of towels. I came immedietly, a monster cumshot that went high up in the air and landed on the floor a feet from her.
The ropes of cum just kept shooting, as I gasped and moaned, and looked at her with wild desire. "Oh Jesus!" she said and couldn´t stop looking at my cock. "Oh Jesus!" She found herself and laughed. "Im so sorry. I´ll put them here" She laid the towels on the chair next to me. She looked at me over her shoulder as she walked out.
I was still shooting cum and felt like I was about to pass out. She closed the door. I let out a loud gasping moan and stood up, on shaky legs. Little drops was squirting out and the cockhead was aching. I walked over to the shower and turned on the water. Icecold at first, but I hardly even noticed it. The cock was still hard, and I started stroking again, and I came only after half a minute. The cumshots reached up the wall and I panted heavily. I laughed out loud and stood under the warm water for a couple of minutes. Then I shampooed my hair and washed my cock. I dryed myself with one of her towels and cleaned the cum covered floor with it after. I took new clothes from my suitcase - cutoff jeans and a shirt - and made myself ready to go upstairs and eat dinner with Julie and Kurt. And my cock started to grow hard again.
To be continued...
I spent the last year in High School at Andrew Jackson High in Jacksonville, Florida, as an exchange student. I arrived two weeks before school started, on the 30th of June, on my eighteenth birthday. I could see the blue sea, the beautiful beaches and the high rise buildings as the plane banked before the landing; the sun was shining and everything felt almost... magical. Ten hours before I had left a rainy Stockholm and now I was gonna spend the next year in this shiny paradise. The flight attendant came walking up the isle; a sexy woman in her forties, with big tits, blonde hair, fantastic legs and bedroom eyes. Her eyes dwelled on me for an extra second as she walked by, and she touched my shoulder with her hand - "Just a few minutes now", she said and continued on. My cock started to grow hard; I felt the pleaseant tickling of the cockhead as it rubbed against the jeans when it moved down the right thigh. I fantazised about fucking her in the bathroom, balls deep in her wet pussy, lifting her off the floor and pounding her against the door, as she panted and moaned... Having a big cock isn´t always a blessing though, especially not when you´re eighteen and constantly horny; it stood out like a footlong baton in my pants, or down my thigh, at the moment. A painful but lovely tension as it tried to rise. I did what I always did; I thought about my grandmothers funeral, ice cold showers, football, and other cock shrinking things. Soon it started to shrink, and after a minute it was down to normal size. Until the stewardess camed back, that is, and sat down on the seat right in front of me.
She looked at me with eyes I could only read as horny. They wandered down my body and stayed at my cock, that was swelling fast. Her eyes grew as it was now rock hard and pressed down like a steel spring down my thigh. She got a smile on her lips and looked at me with bold, hungry eyes. I looked back, horny to the point of delirous. "Staying in Jacksonville long?" she asked. "A year" I managed to reply, with witheld breath. "Student?" she asked, and stroked her firm thigh. "Yeah" I said. The captains voice came over the speakersystem: "Fasten your seatbelts, ladies and gentlemen, we´ve been cleared to land. It has been a pleasure to be your captain on this flight from Stockholm... He went on for a while, talking about the weather and the time zone, while the plane went down for landing. The stewardess kept looking at me, and my big cock, while she fastened the seatbelt. A minute later we were down on the runway, taxing towards the gate. I stood up, with my cock bulging out like a steel rod down my thigh. "No point in hiding it" I thought to myself, horny as fuck. She smiled at me again, as I brought down my bag from the overhead compartment, and came up close to me. "Let me help you with that big...load" she said, and gave me a small piece of paper. On it was a phone number and a name: Emily. "Call me whenever you want honey, I´d love to take a ride on that gorgeous cock". Before I could say anything another stewardess came and whispered something to Emily, who followed her up the isle, towards the cockpit. I stood there dumb founded, with an aching cock that felt dangerously close to cumming. She was nowhere to be seen at the exit, instead the other stewardess stood there and said goodbye to the passengers. "But Im gonna see her again" I told myself and felt the note in my pocket.
The heat hit me like a wall when I stepped out of the airport. Kurt, the man in the family I was gonna stay with, had called me the moment I landed, and now he drove up with a Volvo stationwagon at the terminal. A small grey man in his fifties, with a ferret face and a mustasch. But he seemed nice and jovial. He called me a "viking" when he saw me (Im 6.5 ft. tall and quite muscular, with blonde hair) and helped me carry my other suitcase. We made some small talk, mostly about the weather, his Volvo and the palmtrees that lined the streets, as he drove. After 15 minutes we arrived at the gated community where they lived - an affluent upperclass area, with big Mcmansions, swimmingpools and latino gardeners polishing hedges. He pointed at a big white house on the left, drove up on the driveway and said "And we´ve arrived. Welcome to your new home". He drove into the garage. "Julie, my wife, is probably by the pool in the back" he said, and helped me carry the suitcases into the house, via a side door in the garage. The house felt cozy and tastful; elegant, but not flashy or vulgar. Pocket books in the book cases, nice landscape oil paintings on the walls and soft carpets. "Oh, hello, you must be Andreas" I heard a womans voice say, and when I turned around I saw, what must be the sexiest MILF in the history of the entire universe.
"Damn" I thought to myself and started thinking about more funerals and ice cold showers. "Hello" I said, trying not to stare at her magnificent silicone tits. "And you must be Julie" I continued. "Yeah" she said, and came up to me and gave me a hug. I felt her tits against my chest and sensed her flowery perfume. "Welcome, we hope you´ll feel at home and have a wondeful time". "I already do" I said, and we both smiled. "Come into the kitchen and let me give you something to drink". From the kitchen radio I heard Donovan sing "Catch the Wind", and I smelled something good cooking on the stove. She gave me glass of Cola with ice. I could tell she liked me, she looked at me with interested, almost dreamy eyes when I took sip.
"You were a big one" she said, smiling. I felt a little shy and said "Yeah, Im a bit big, I guess". She laughed and touched my arm. "Dinner is ready soon. Maybe you would like to freshen up before? I´ll show you to your room." She led me down the hall, where Kurt was huffing from carrying he suitcases. "Take them to his room" she commanded, as if he was a bellhop. We followed him down some stairs, to the ground plane, and into a room to the left. It was a nice room, with a desk, a bed, a sofa and a big flat screen TV on the wall. Across it, on the other wall, was big window facing a big blue pool and a green lawn. On the walls were posters of football players, and one of Kurt Kobain. "Nice room" I said. "We hope you´ll be comfortable. It´s my son´s, he´s away to college in Boston" Kurt replied. Julie opened a door and said "Here´s the bathroom. Take a shower if you like, dinner´s ready in ten minutes". I said thanks and went in. It looked more like a spa, with a massage bench in the middle and two lawnchairs in the corner, with a little table in front of them. She closed the door. The cock started to grow hard immediately. "Jesus fucking Christ" I whispered to myself. I waited in silence and listened as they walked up the stairs. I took off my jeans and stood in front of he bathroom mirror. The cock swayed lusciously in the air.
I found some lotion in the cabinet under the washbasin and sat down in one of the lawnchairs in the corner. I hadn´t been this horny since I´d DPd Jenny with Eskil two months before; my whole body was tingling, and the cock felt like it was gonna shoot cum any second. I flexed it a couple of times and moaned in exitement.
I squeezed out a click of lotion on the head and started stroking. Julie Anderson was forever burned onto my retina, I didn´t even have to fantasize, just thinking of her made me wanna cum. I closed my eyes and panted as I felt the orgasm coming closer. All of a sudden I heard a womans chocked gasp. I opened my eyes and saw Mrs. Anderson standing right in front of me, holding a stack of towels. I came immedietly, a monster cumshot that went high up in the air and landed on the floor a feet from her.
The ropes of cum just kept shooting, as I gasped and moaned, and looked at her with wild desire. "Oh Jesus!" she said and couldn´t stop looking at my cock. "Oh Jesus!" She found herself and laughed. "Im so sorry. I´ll put them here" She laid the towels on the chair next to me. She looked at me over her shoulder as she walked out.
I was still shooting cum and felt like I was about to pass out. She closed the door. I let out a loud gasping moan and stood up, on shaky legs. Little drops was squirting out and the cockhead was aching. I walked over to the shower and turned on the water. Icecold at first, but I hardly even noticed it. The cock was still hard, and I started stroking again, and I came only after half a minute. The cumshots reached up the wall and I panted heavily. I laughed out loud and stood under the warm water for a couple of minutes. Then I shampooed my hair and washed my cock. I dryed myself with one of her towels and cleaned the cum covered floor with it after. I took new clothes from my suitcase - cutoff jeans and a shirt - and made myself ready to go upstairs and eat dinner with Julie and Kurt. And my cock started to grow hard again.
To be continued...
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