Jimmy applies his newly learned sex skills!
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Previously, Mrs. Troutman hired a professional sex trainer for her eighteen-year-old son and now anxiously waits to see if he takes the bait she and the trainer devised to lure him in. If you missed part one, please read it first. You will miss out on the fun way Jimmy's description of his experience fails to match the reality of what actually happens then and now if you just read this part alone!
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Hot damn! I'd just fucked Goldie!
Fucked her pussy and came in her ass! Hot damn!
Yet here I was, back outside shoveling snow again! The only thing registering in reality lane now was the fifty-dollars Dad left on the table. That fifty and a chance to meet the hottie across the street was the reason I was shoveling the driveways and walks for both houses in the first place. It was what eighteen-year-olds start and finish as their minds run on autopilot trying to process what just happened. 'Shovel snow or no fifty,' Mom had said. How I got to bang Goldie's cunt and fill her ass in the process was still unfathomable. One minute, I was shoveling white shit. Twenty minutes later, Goldie's tits and cunt were being smeared against the picture window as she kissed the glass just for me. Five minutes later, the front door unlocked ... and just like that, I was sticking my dick up her shit!
The reality part of what just happened hadn't hit me, yet. My first pussy score plus a run up her ass all at same time. I could still feel the molasses-like adhesion of her juices drying on my matted cock hairs causing my dick to stick to my underpants. How crazy is that!
As the last scoop of snow slid out of my shovel I leaned against the porch railing; I was exhausted. It wasn't the snow shoveling that did it - it was the surreal pussy and ass fucking I had just experienced with Goldie. None of the guys at school ever said anything about the smacking sounds made by their cocks driving into a girl! Nor anything about how girls moaned and mewed as they got plowed with a nice stiff dick. The squishy smacking slap of my balls banging into her cunt was incredible, not to mention the feel of the slick grasping pussy lips clutching my cock each time it pulled back. It was as if her pussy wanted to keep my cock inside and never let it go.
And that ass! Wow! That was incredibly tight, but not so juicy as slamming the front door side of her. Still that's where I unloaded my nuts into that bubble butt orifice! The sound of her gasping and the grunts from my own voice just kept feeding off one another. The louder she squealed, the harder I pounded into her until I just couldn't go any faster. Amazing! Just hope I didn't hurt her. She seemed okay with it at the end. I mean she wasn't crying or anything like that. She just sat down on the stairway and nonchalantly watched me dress. I don't know where she got the cigarette, but I could smell it, then saw the smoke flowing out of her mouth. It seemed to relax her, I guess. Smoking - not cool; that stuff will kill you, sugar.
Slowly, reality set in as I surveyed the plowed snow down the sidewalk. I just plowed a cunt! 'Jimmy, you mother-fucking bastard, you fucked a college chick - and got two of her holes on your first fucking time at bat! Shit the guys at school were never going to believe this, not in a million years!' I bet my big-ass grin could probably be seen from the end of the block as I stood on the front porch. Mrs. Something and her... Damn! I didn't get her name! I just realized that. I was so caught up in getting my dick into her - that I forgot to ask her name! Guess, 'Goldie' would have to do for now.
Putting my hands up to my eyes, I leaned against the picture window and looked back inside. Just checking to see if Goldie was there with one last peep. Maybe, get her attention and find out her name, if she would open the door again. No luck as I peered inside, guess she went to clean up. Goldie Locks had a lot stuff running down her legs when I was getting dressed. I spent a few guilty moments thinking about that stuff running down those creamy thighs. Spent a minute, too, feeling the slippery stuff spread around my slimy dick and my matted ball hairs as I pulled on my cloths again then got back into my snowsuit. I needed a bath for sure. No one ever told me that sex could get messy like that!
I also thought about, too late I guess, about not wearing a rubber. Hope Goldie knew how to deal with that! She seemed pretty confident about the situation, I guess. Maybe she was taking care of that when I looked back inside. How girls did that, I wasn't sure but I hope she knew. Guess I'd better start thinking about that as well; I didn't want to end up forced to marry someone I screwed but didn't know anything about her. Immature, I know, but too damned late now as the thought rattled around in my cold numb and selfish brain, I guess. I had always thought about the dumb-fucks that had to get married because they weren't careful, but now I guess I know how that five minutes comes and goes too quickly to think about that as a cock gets to liking the feel of that wonderful, slick hole pulling a stiff dick inside of her cunt.
Turning around, I retrieved my shovel from a snowbank and looked back down the sidewalk toward my house. I could make out my mom's shadowy figure looking out the living room window toward the neighbor's place. I wondered if she saw me go inside with Goldie. Then my thoughts turned to how long I had actually been inside! The closer I got to the street the more the thoughts of what happened inside Goldie's home replayed in my mind. As I nailed her, she kept asking me crazy stuff, like if I had thought about doing my Mom. She even said Mom wanted my dick! Like if she had firsthand knowledge of what my Mom wanted!
And what was that stuff about, 'All mothers want their son's cocks. It's a natural phenomenon.' shit anyways? Well, I never considered that before, I just thought it was me being dorky thinking about my Mom in that way myself. Guilty like, you know?
Fucking strange stuff considering that I was railing against her ass as her cunt smacked against that marble wall in front of her! And she still carried on a conversation about my mom as though that was the most important thing going on even while I nailed her to the fucking wall. It fucking wasn't! But, still, Goldie was full of surprises; like that crack about a tramp stamp. Now, that was a new one on me. Never heard of it, but then when she turned around, well there it was in scarlet letters - 'I'm yours. Insert here!' - an invitation to stick it inside her ass! That was fucking hot, so I did!
As I got inside the mudroom from the garage, I began the strip down process once more. Not the one I did for Goldie where I was as totally naked as she was! After all, I was going into the kitchen and Mom would be there. Probably with some hot chocolate and a warm brownie for the hard-working boy. I just removed my boots, snowsuit, gloves and ski mask. I was down to my tee shirt, jeans, and sweat socks. As I peeled off the sweat socks, that's when I noticed I didn't have one of my inner black socks on. I chuckled at that. Damn, I left it over at Goldie's place. I'd have to tell Mom the sock monster stole another one!
That's also when I noticed another pungent smell wafting out of my pants, barely cloaked by the tobacco odor. I could smell Goldie's sexual secretions! The smell of her cigarette smoke was still clinging to my clothing but it didn't mask the smell of sex drifting out from my crotch. Guess, I'd have to own up to going inside Goldie's home to at least say hello, but, hey, Mom did say to introduce myself, so she would know I wasn't a stranger! 'Don't want to scare her.' Mom had said. I didn't get to the formal introduction, but I did 'introduce' my dick quit adequately I'd say. I knew Mom would catch the scent of smoke, but I figured that she would probably be fussing about it and not notice the sour smell of cunt juice wafting out of my pants.
