Old classmate New boyfriend

“Oh my God. I never knew that a big cock would feel so good” I said as I lay on my bed panting heavily after Steven had finished fucking me to the hardest orgasm I had even had. The feeling of him reaching spots that had never been reached before and the feeling of his big load of hot wet cum that was draining out of my wide-open pussy made me almost pass out as I screamed thru my climax.

Actually, Steven and I had gone thru high school together. We knew each other but we did not travel in the same circles. When we graduated five years ago, we went different ways. Now it turned out that we lived in the same town about thirty minutes from the bigger city where we grew up and went to school. One day I was shopping at my local supermarket when I heard someone call out, “Debbie? Debbie Johnson? I turned and saw a tall man looking at me. It was Steven from high school.

“Yes, but it’s Debbie Bronson now. Steven?” Steven came up to me, took my hand and said that it was great to see me. “I married Ron Bronson a year after we graduated. Do you remember him?”

“Not really but I sure remember you. I always thought you were cute and would have asked you out except we hung with a different crowd and I didn’t think I would have a chance with you. You were a football cheerleader and I was on the golf team.”

We chatted for a couple minutes about high school. “My frozen food is going to melt. I need to go but why don’t we get together some time and talk some more.” I gave him my phone number, and we went on our way. It was my intention to invite him over one evening for dinner so he, Ron and I could talk about school and our lives. It was good to again see someone that I had not seen for years. That afternoon I dug out my old yearbook and was lost in my enjoyable past for a couple of hours. That evening I told Ron that I had run into Steven and Ron remembered him.

The next day Steven called. “If you are not busy, I could stop over and we can catch up some more. I can be there in a couple of hours if that’s good for you.” That wouldn’t work for my dinner idea but I said, “Sure, come on over. I gave him my address.

I got my yearbook and we were having a grand time sharing memories while we sat together on the couch so we could both see it. I noticed that Steven was spending half of his time looking at the book and half the time looking down my blouse at my cleavage. I have nice 36-C tits and enjoy showing them off by wearing blouses with large open necklines. I was not intentionally trying to excite Steven. It is so natural for me that I do not even think about it. I looked down and noticed that the bulge in his pants was getting bigger.

Now, I had more than my share of sex with the boys while in high school and even with one of my teachers and I enjoyed every minute of it. But after I married Ron, I stopped fooling around. We have been married more than three years and have one son. Ricky is a little over two and is at day care now. He looks forward to going so he can play with his friends. I was scheduled to pick him up in a little more than an hour.

We were looking the picture of Elisa Zolena Gonzalez. We both remembered her. I commented, “most people called her by her initials. She was E. Z. Gonzalez and true to her name she was the biggest slut in school, and she did not care who knew it. Just about anybody that asked her could fuck her. She really liked the black guys and hung out with them most of the time. People said that she loved to let them gangbang her.”

Steven said, “There was another girl that people liked to call her by her initials, but she was a good girl and never did anything with anybody, at least as far as I know. Her name was B.J. Hastings. Do you remember her?”

“Yup. I had a lab with her one semester. She was a nice girl.”

“I always thought you were the best-looking girl in school and you had a great body. You still do. I bet a lot of guys wanted to get their dicks between your legs. Did they?” Without even waiting for an answer, Steven leaned over and kissed me. I froze for a couple seconds but my mind quickly went back to high school and I kissed him back. It became obvious to me that he did not come here to go over our old yearbook and remember our school years. He came here hoping to get a piece of ass. If we kept this up, he would probably get what he came for.

Steven took my hand and put it in his lap. I felt his bulge under my hand and I squeezed it. “Oh.” As we kissed, he pulled my blouse out from my skirt and slid his hand up under it and my bra and gave my right breast a firm squeeze. I had not felt so sexually excited for years. I was a high school girl again and a boy was about to have his way with me. I felt my pussy getting wet.

With his other hand he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans and slid them down to his knees. He was not wearing underwear. Steven was bigger than any cock I had ever had, and it was not even fully hard yet. “If you want to see how big it gets, get down and suck it.” I didn’t hesitate. I slid off the couch. His pants dropped down to the floor. Steven leaned back and spread his legs.

Opening my mouth wider than I ever had, I slid my lips over his cockhead without scraping it with my teeth. I managed to take about half of him in my mouth and I started sucking and bobbing my head up and down. Quickly Steven came to his impressive almost nine-inch full hardness. My husband does not enjoy either giving or getting oral sex, so this brought back fond high school memories. While I was blowing him, he worked my blouse and bra off. He pulled me off and reversed our positions. He lifted my skirt and pulled my panties down. I picked up one leg at a time so he could get them off. He licked me, causing me to moan loudly, and put two and then three fingers in me till I started to shake with an orgasm.

He got up on his knees and placed his manhood at my opening. He slowly worked himself into me till he was full depth and banging against my cervix. He picked up speed and strength and must have lasted over ten minutes, bringing me to two more hard orgasms.

“Oh my God. I never knew that a big cock would feel so fucking good” I said as I lay on the couch panting heavily after Steven had finished fucking me to the hardest orgasm I had ever had. The feeling of him reaching spots that had never been reached before and the feeling of his big load of hot wet cum that was draining out of my wide-open pussy and dripping onto the floor made me almost pass out as I screamed thru my climax.

I looked at the clock and saw that I was going to be late picking up my son from daycare. I hope they don’t get mad. I told Steven that I had to go. He and I quickly dress and left.

When I got home, I cleaned up the cum spot on the rug in front of the couch and straightened everything up before Ron came home. I was glad that Ron did not suggest sex that night as I was pretty sore.

Now I am seeing Stephen about twice a week. He comes over when Ron is at work and Ricky is at daycare and we fuck for up to a couple of hours. Sex with my husband is still good but not what it had been, but I am good at making him think that it still is. Steven likes to make fun of him and his average equipment. There is no doubt that Steven is my number one in bed when we fuck and suck and I do not hide that fact from him.

One day he told me that he had a fun idea. He told me to get a glass. Then he told me to catch his cum load in the glass. I thought he was going to want to watch me drink it from the glass, but he had a different idea. Than afternoon he gave me three big cum loads. Twice fucking me and one time with me sucking his cock. Each time he pulled out before he came and shot into the glass. When we were done there must have been a couple tablespoons of thick white cum in the glass. I was about ready to put on a show for him as I gulped it down, but he said no.

“Put it away till supper time. When you serve Ron his supper, mix my cum in his portion so that he eats it.“

“Steven, you’re so naughty. I’ll do it.”

That night I made spaghetti. Ron was not looking as I served it. I put the pasta on his plate and then I poured the saved cum on it and then put the meat sauce over that. I served our plates. Only Ron’s had the cum sauce. He stirred it up and started eating. I smiled at him. “It tastes just a little bit different tonight. Did you use a different brand of sauce? It still tastes great. You are a great cook.”

“No, Honey. Maybe the recipe is changed a little bit.” Ron cleaned his plate.

I am looking forward to the day after tomorrow when Steven will come again. Every time I think about his big cock fucking my mouth and my cunt, I get soaking wet. I am thinking about telling Ron about Steven. I would love to have my husband watch my lover fuck me till I scream.

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Three months later:

Steven is still my lover and probably will be for a long time to come if it is my choice. I decided not to tell Ron about him. I have been on the pill but now I find that I am pregnant. Everyone knows that the pill is not 100% effective. The doctor says it is a boy, but I decided not to be tested to find out which of my lovers is the father. I have told Ron that I would like to name him Steven after my maternal grandfather. He said OK. I will know which is the father when Steven grows up, if he has a nine-inch cock rather than a six-inch one. I am sure he will be very happy if he does.

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Another eight months later:

My baby was born. He is healthy and happy. Ron still does not know about Steven or have any idea that little Steven might not be his. I am going to try to be sure that he never knows. During the time after Steven’s birth that the doctor told me not to have sex several weeks. Steven met a young girl who quickly moved in with him. She had just gotten out of high school. I mean that in two ways. She just got out because of the time, and she just got out because of her barely passing grades. I met her once. She’s nice but not too bright. Steven told me that she is the first woman that he has been with that can easily deepthroat his entire big cock without gagging.

He still comes over and fucks me, but now it is only about once every other week. I think he comes over to see the baby as much as he does to see me. He thinks little Steven looks like him. In his mind, he is the father. He would like me to have a DNA test, but I said no. Little Steven, Big Steven and my husband, Ron all love breast milk and I am happy to give them all they want. One thing I am excited about is that now, after Steven’s cockhead pounds against my cervix a few times he easily pushes it open and his cock enters my uterus till he is balls deep inside of me. It is an amazing feeling to take his full cock.

One night after Ron had a long hard day at work, he tried to make love to me, but he couldn’t get hard. Without asking, I went down on him and sucked him till he came in my mouth and I swallowed his load. Surprisingly, he was delighted and kissed me over and over and thanked me and told me how much he liked it and what a wonderful wife and mother I am. Now, after all this time we have found that we both really enjoy going 69 with each other till we both have strong climaxes. He has never commented about me tasting any different if Steven had been over to visit earlier that afternoon.

Life is good.
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