Sweet Cherry Pie
The boy’s hand went up my shirt, exploring my hairy chest as our lips locked. “Fuck me,” he pleaded. I had already fucked his slutty mom, but what I really wanted was to get my cock in the boy’s tight ass. It was far easier than I anticipated.
Debby welcomed me to the neighborhood with a slice of her homemade cherry pie the day I moved into the house across the street from her and her son Robbie. With her skin-tight top, skimpy skirt, and flirtatious manner, it was obvious that the actual cherry pie she wanted me to sample was the one between her legs.
Not one to turn down some easy, no-strings pussy when it’s presented to me, I gladly accepted Debby’s invitation for a home-cooked meal that Saturday afternoon.
“I can’t wait for you to meet my son Robbie,” Debby smiled, her big tits nearly busting out of her top. “He’s eighteen now, but his daddy left us when Robbie was just a **********. It would be nice for him to have a man in his life.”
Upon meeting Robbie that Saturday, it was obvious that, though he could use a man in his life, what he really wanted was a cock in his ass. I was eager to oblige.
Unable to hide his attraction to me, Robbie spent the entire meal drooling over me, hanging on my every word, and laughing a bit too eagerly at my dumb jokes. I could have tried to mount the boy right there on the table—in front of his mother—and he wouldn’t have stopped me.
Alas, Robbie’s sweet hole wasn’t on the menu. I first had to pay the piper— Debby. Playing me with glass after glass of cheap red wine as we feasted on the rather mediocre meatloaf she had prepared; I knew her plan was to have me for dessert. Indulging my host, I acquiesced and followed her upstairs to her king-sized bed while Robbie stayed downstairs and watched TV.
The sex was okay. While I enjoyed her big jugs in my face as she rode my cock like a cowgirl at a rodeo, Debby’s pussy was a bit loose for my taste—no doubt the result of popping out a kid eighteen years prior and taking god knows how many dicks since then.
After giving her two orgasms, and dumping my load in her cavernous cunt, Debby promptly fell asleep. Wanting to avoid another round when she awoke, I pulled on my clothes and tiptoed back downstairs. To my surprise and delight, Robbie was still in front of the TV.
“What are you watching?” I asked, flopping down on the couch next to the boy, my thigh pressed up against his.
“Nothing,” Robbie shrugged sullenly. “Did—did you fuck my mom upstairs?”
“Yeah,” I admitted, for the boy had to have heard Debby screaming like a banshee when she orgasmed on my big cock. “I think getting me in bed was the only reason your mom had me here.”
“Do you—do you want to marry her?”
“Marry her?” I spat incredulously. “Look, your mom’s a nice lady, but I’m not looking to marry her.”
“Because she’s a slut?” he ventured. “She’s fucked a lot of guys, you know.”
“Good for her,” I laughed. “I’m kind of a slut, too.”
“You are?” Robbie’s eyes widened. “You’ve fucked a lot of women?”
“Yeah,” I answered truthfully. “And a lot of guys, too. I’m what you’d call equal opportunity when it comes to fucking.”
“Do you want to fuck me?” Robbie asked brazenly, his hand on my crotch, my dick instantly hardening at his touch.
“Yeah,” I growled, “I wanted to fuck the living shit out of you from the moment we met.” My arm wrapped around the boy, pulling him into me. Robbie’s hand next went up my shirt, exploring my hairy chest as our lips locked.
“Fuck me,” he pleaded, our tongues dancing.
I knew I was playing with fire—fucking the boy while his mom snored upstairs, my cum still swimming in her used pussy. But, Christ, I wanted the boy. It was all so dirty—all so naughty. And so, when Robbie began to unzip my pants—freeing my rock hard eight-incher—there was no turning back.
“Is this your first time?” I asked as Robbie began to strip out of his clothes.
“Hardly,” the boy laughed. “I’ve been fucked by most of my mom’s boyfriends. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”
“Christ,” I marveled. “That’s so wrong—but so fucking hot.”
Pulling out a bottle of lube that was buried in the couch cushions, Robbie tossed it to me.
“You little cock slut,” I admonished him playfully while greasing up my hard cock. “You planned for me to fuck you, didn’t you?”
“I’m good at getting what I want,” he taunted, bending over the edge of the couch, his puckered hole presented to me. “Now shut up and fuck me with that big cock.”
Needing no further instruction, I gripped my eight-incher in my right hand. Stepping up to the plate, the tip of my swollen cock breaching the pink folds of his ass, I mounted the boy.
“Fuck yeah,” he cried as I pushed into him. “Yeah, gimme that big fuckin’ cock. Fuck my ass like you own it.”
Christ, his hole was tight—no comparison to his mom’s stretched-out birthing canal. I reveled in the way his sphincter gripped me, like it was milking my cock. And though I had just dumped a load in his mom, I knew my balls were already churning up an even bigger load for this little cock slut.
“You like this big dick up your ass?” I taunted him, my balls slapping hard against him with each thrust. “You like having a man in your tight, boy ass?”
“Yeah,” he purred, turning back to look at me as I railed him from behind. “Your big dick feels so good in me.”
Pushing his face down into the cushions of the couch, I raised his ass higher, allowing me to plunge further into his depths.
“Holy fuck! “You’re so deep,” he marveled, his toes curling in response. “Fuck me harder. Make me your bitch.”
Raising myself onto my toes, I began to pile-drive the boy, jackhammering his ass at a frenzied pace. Eagerly, I tested just how hard, just how fast, and just how deep he could take it. Robbie’s ass was like a pocket pussy—easily able to withstand as much abuse as I could deliver.
The only problem was—I was about to lose the fight. I tried to hold back, but it was futile. My balls were contracting, pressure rising in my shaft. I was about to burst.
“You want my cum?” I asked urgently. “You want me to shoot up your ass?”
“Fuck YES,” the boy cried out. “Gimme that creamy nut. Fuckin’ breed my ass.”
Grunting like a wild boar, my body convulsing, I released my seed into the boy. His sphincter tightened in response, pulling me into him, milking my balls dry.
“Mm yeah,” Robbie cooed, my cock still throbbing inside him. “I can feel you Cumming in me. It’s so fucking warm.”
When my balls had emptied fully, I pulled out of the boy, his wrecked ass a quivering mess. A glob of my pearly cum still dangled from the tip of my cock. Robbie spun around and licked my spent dick clean.
Almost immediately, I thought I heard a noise upstairs. In my hedonistic bliss, I completely forgot about Debby. Panicking, I pulled on my clothes, not wanting her to discover that I’d just fucked her beloved son.
“You think you’ll come back again?” Robbie chased me to the door, my load streaming down the inside of his thigh. “Come back and fuck me sometime?”
“Yeah—if your mama has me back,” I answered, making my escape out the front door before Debby woke up.
Sure enough, Debby texted two days later—this time offering up spaghetti and meatballs, followed by her pussy. And just like before, I fucked Robbie on the couch as soon as the bitch passed out in coital bliss.
And so, it goes those two or three times a week, Debby invites me for a meal. I’m hardly the only guy she has over, but I seem to be her favorite. After plowing her pussy, I always find Robbie waiting downstairs for my big cock, his greedy hole prepped and ready.
I haven’t got the heart to tell Debby that her baggy pussy is just the appetizer to the real meal—her son’s tight ass.
Debby welcomed me to the neighborhood with a slice of her homemade cherry pie the day I moved into the house across the street from her and her son Robbie. With her skin-tight top, skimpy skirt, and flirtatious manner, it was obvious that the actual cherry pie she wanted me to sample was the one between her legs.
Not one to turn down some easy, no-strings pussy when it’s presented to me, I gladly accepted Debby’s invitation for a home-cooked meal that Saturday afternoon.
“I can’t wait for you to meet my son Robbie,” Debby smiled, her big tits nearly busting out of her top. “He’s eighteen now, but his daddy left us when Robbie was just a **********. It would be nice for him to have a man in his life.”
Upon meeting Robbie that Saturday, it was obvious that, though he could use a man in his life, what he really wanted was a cock in his ass. I was eager to oblige.
Unable to hide his attraction to me, Robbie spent the entire meal drooling over me, hanging on my every word, and laughing a bit too eagerly at my dumb jokes. I could have tried to mount the boy right there on the table—in front of his mother—and he wouldn’t have stopped me.
Alas, Robbie’s sweet hole wasn’t on the menu. I first had to pay the piper— Debby. Playing me with glass after glass of cheap red wine as we feasted on the rather mediocre meatloaf she had prepared; I knew her plan was to have me for dessert. Indulging my host, I acquiesced and followed her upstairs to her king-sized bed while Robbie stayed downstairs and watched TV.
The sex was okay. While I enjoyed her big jugs in my face as she rode my cock like a cowgirl at a rodeo, Debby’s pussy was a bit loose for my taste—no doubt the result of popping out a kid eighteen years prior and taking god knows how many dicks since then.
After giving her two orgasms, and dumping my load in her cavernous cunt, Debby promptly fell asleep. Wanting to avoid another round when she awoke, I pulled on my clothes and tiptoed back downstairs. To my surprise and delight, Robbie was still in front of the TV.
“What are you watching?” I asked, flopping down on the couch next to the boy, my thigh pressed up against his.
“Nothing,” Robbie shrugged sullenly. “Did—did you fuck my mom upstairs?”
“Yeah,” I admitted, for the boy had to have heard Debby screaming like a banshee when she orgasmed on my big cock. “I think getting me in bed was the only reason your mom had me here.”
“Do you—do you want to marry her?”
“Marry her?” I spat incredulously. “Look, your mom’s a nice lady, but I’m not looking to marry her.”
“Because she’s a slut?” he ventured. “She’s fucked a lot of guys, you know.”
“Good for her,” I laughed. “I’m kind of a slut, too.”
“You are?” Robbie’s eyes widened. “You’ve fucked a lot of women?”
“Yeah,” I answered truthfully. “And a lot of guys, too. I’m what you’d call equal opportunity when it comes to fucking.”
“Do you want to fuck me?” Robbie asked brazenly, his hand on my crotch, my dick instantly hardening at his touch.
“Yeah,” I growled, “I wanted to fuck the living shit out of you from the moment we met.” My arm wrapped around the boy, pulling him into me. Robbie’s hand next went up my shirt, exploring my hairy chest as our lips locked.
“Fuck me,” he pleaded, our tongues dancing.
I knew I was playing with fire—fucking the boy while his mom snored upstairs, my cum still swimming in her used pussy. But, Christ, I wanted the boy. It was all so dirty—all so naughty. And so, when Robbie began to unzip my pants—freeing my rock hard eight-incher—there was no turning back.
“Is this your first time?” I asked as Robbie began to strip out of his clothes.
“Hardly,” the boy laughed. “I’ve been fucked by most of my mom’s boyfriends. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”
“Christ,” I marveled. “That’s so wrong—but so fucking hot.”
Pulling out a bottle of lube that was buried in the couch cushions, Robbie tossed it to me.
“You little cock slut,” I admonished him playfully while greasing up my hard cock. “You planned for me to fuck you, didn’t you?”
“I’m good at getting what I want,” he taunted, bending over the edge of the couch, his puckered hole presented to me. “Now shut up and fuck me with that big cock.”
Needing no further instruction, I gripped my eight-incher in my right hand. Stepping up to the plate, the tip of my swollen cock breaching the pink folds of his ass, I mounted the boy.
“Fuck yeah,” he cried as I pushed into him. “Yeah, gimme that big fuckin’ cock. Fuck my ass like you own it.”
Christ, his hole was tight—no comparison to his mom’s stretched-out birthing canal. I reveled in the way his sphincter gripped me, like it was milking my cock. And though I had just dumped a load in his mom, I knew my balls were already churning up an even bigger load for this little cock slut.
“You like this big dick up your ass?” I taunted him, my balls slapping hard against him with each thrust. “You like having a man in your tight, boy ass?”
“Yeah,” he purred, turning back to look at me as I railed him from behind. “Your big dick feels so good in me.”
Pushing his face down into the cushions of the couch, I raised his ass higher, allowing me to plunge further into his depths.
“Holy fuck! “You’re so deep,” he marveled, his toes curling in response. “Fuck me harder. Make me your bitch.”
Raising myself onto my toes, I began to pile-drive the boy, jackhammering his ass at a frenzied pace. Eagerly, I tested just how hard, just how fast, and just how deep he could take it. Robbie’s ass was like a pocket pussy—easily able to withstand as much abuse as I could deliver.
The only problem was—I was about to lose the fight. I tried to hold back, but it was futile. My balls were contracting, pressure rising in my shaft. I was about to burst.
“You want my cum?” I asked urgently. “You want me to shoot up your ass?”
“Fuck YES,” the boy cried out. “Gimme that creamy nut. Fuckin’ breed my ass.”
Grunting like a wild boar, my body convulsing, I released my seed into the boy. His sphincter tightened in response, pulling me into him, milking my balls dry.
“Mm yeah,” Robbie cooed, my cock still throbbing inside him. “I can feel you Cumming in me. It’s so fucking warm.”
When my balls had emptied fully, I pulled out of the boy, his wrecked ass a quivering mess. A glob of my pearly cum still dangled from the tip of my cock. Robbie spun around and licked my spent dick clean.
Almost immediately, I thought I heard a noise upstairs. In my hedonistic bliss, I completely forgot about Debby. Panicking, I pulled on my clothes, not wanting her to discover that I’d just fucked her beloved son.
“You think you’ll come back again?” Robbie chased me to the door, my load streaming down the inside of his thigh. “Come back and fuck me sometime?”
“Yeah—if your mama has me back,” I answered, making my escape out the front door before Debby woke up.
Sure enough, Debby texted two days later—this time offering up spaghetti and meatballs, followed by her pussy. And just like before, I fucked Robbie on the couch as soon as the bitch passed out in coital bliss.
And so, it goes those two or three times a week, Debby invites me for a meal. I’m hardly the only guy she has over, but I seem to be her favorite. After plowing her pussy, I always find Robbie waiting downstairs for my big cock, his greedy hole prepped and ready.
I haven’t got the heart to tell Debby that her baggy pussy is just the appetizer to the real meal—her son’s tight ass.
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