Friday, April 5, 2013
Mrs Jones the last chapter her legacy
From the time I turned 16 till I left on my first tour Mrs Jones was my sex teacher. Even after my second tour, just before her and Mr Jones moved to DC she was more than open to letting me slip between her thighs. I can still see her thick black bush and that slit hidden inside. Her large round soft tits and how hard those nipples would grow when I sucked on them. Even on her 45th birthday bending her over the sink and fucking her wet pussy while my hands ran over her sweet round ass cheeks and she watched for someone to come toward the back door. Me looking out that window at her husband or even my mom and dad while my cock slid in and out of the most wet, the most hot pussy I had in my short 21 years. Even the day I watched her grind her cunt into the face of Mrs McGee was no match for the feel of my cock inside her hot pussy. Watching her pull Mrs McGee onto her knees and seeing Mrs Jones grab the back of Mrs McGee head knowing she would squirt that hot juice all over Mrs McGee's face and mouth. The first time I stuck my cock inside her pussy that was filled with Mr Jones man cum and her face when I slid down and ate his cum from her cunt was not as good as feeling her cum all over my cock. Telling her how my first ever blow job was from a guy friend and hearing how her first orgasm was from Mrs McGee. The night I fucked my girl friend before I went to see Mrs Jones and the look on her face when her mouth closed on my cock and she could taste my girl friends pussy juice. How she wanted me to tell her about my girl friend while she was licking that pussy juice off my cock. She wanted to know about her pussy and did she suck cock and did she cum when I fucked her. How did a 16 year old pussy felt and if her pussy felt as good. How she wanted to know about the girls I fucked overseas and did they fuck or suck as good as she did. With each question I would always say that she was the BEST. That last day before she left was so hard. She had gained a few pounds and her tits had a little more sag but she was still a fine looking full figured women and her pussy was still hot. She had dressed in silk and lace for me that morning and did ever trick she knew to make me cum. Watching her kneel down on her knees and reaching to pull my hard cock free. Her red lips close on my cock and I felt them slid down to the base. She could always swallow me whole. Licking sucking at my cock as her soft fingers would play with my balls. Then when she would lean back and open those thighs, her fingers opening her pussy for my tongue. She was so wet and smelled so good. She could cum so easy and would fill my mouth over and over. Then the feel of my cock as it slid inside her cunt. So hot and wet, so slick that my cock would slip so easy into that wet cunt hole. The way I could feel her pussy tighten and then that gush of cum flow over my cock and balls. Over and over flooding me with her cum. How I would have to rush to dress cause we fucked all day and her husband would be home any second. I wander if her ever knew that when his cock was in her pussy that mine had just left it. I knew when I was fucking her pussy filled with his cum and wander did he feel my cum in her pussy. How I missed her after she moved away and miss her more since she passed away
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