Dirty Old Man and the African Schoolgirl
Copyright© 2024 by storyace
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Chuck is a retired old biker. Tough, cantankerous, he lusts after young girls. Maryam is a rebellious teenager who wants to escape from her fundamentalist father. Can their mutual desires and needs overcome the 50 year age gap?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Consensual Heterosexual Interracial Black Female White Male Oriental Female Exhibitionism First Voyeurism
“You don’t have to do that, darling.” I told my wife as her pretty 17 year old face went up and down on my hard 67 year old cock.
“Really?” You don’t want me to?” she asked breathlessly, looking up at me in surprise.
“I can tell you’re not into me anymore.” I said, “That’s ok, it’s natural. When we first got together, you were trying to break free of your circumstances, I was your rebellion, it was exciting and forbidden. Now you find yourself bound to a crusty old man. I saw the way you were looking at that boy, Jerry right? Look, you owe me nothing.”
She looked at me curiously, and then looked at my cock that was still hard in her hands.
“I could still finish this at least?” she asked with a grin, and then went down on me again, sucked as I’d taught her to, keeping me on edge without making me come yet.
“I told you when we got married, you would always be free.” I grunted as she worked me. “You’re 17, still a minor, you need to finish school. Tickle my balls, baby. So you stay in the other room, and you be a teenage girl. I love you, Maryam, but I don’t need to love you this way. You should be with kids your own age, and I’ll be here if you need me.”
“Mmmm.” She agreed as she sucked my cock for a minute. “Only we’re like motorcycles, no reverse gear, right?” she asked seriously, then put my rod back into her mouth as I answered.
“That’s right. We only move forward.” I said, as her face moved forward and back over my penis, until I came in her mouth for the last time. I thought. I held her beautiful dark face between my big rough pale hands, looking into her sweet clear eyes as I ejaculated old man sperm, as she swallowed it down with residual love and affection, only the lust was missing.
We were platonic after that, still best friends, and I liked it. I knew from bitter experience; if I’d kept fucking her after her desire faded she’d have soon hated me, it would have ended badly. My love for her was aside from sexual; neither above nor below. I was happy when she was around, happy to talk with her, share food and work, space and time with the young beauty. She brightened my days; one day she would leave me completely, move off into the world to find her own way. I was proud to be her friend, her protector, her guardian. Of course I would have loved to keep fucking her too; and she would have continued to submit if I insisted. That wasn’t my thing at all. I don’t want to fuck a girl who isn’t turned on by me. To get off, I need to believe she wants it too.
“Jerry asked me out.” She told me a couple of days later.
“What did you tell him?” I asked.
“That I’d think about it.” She said guardedly.
“Do you like him?”
“Yes.”
“Then go out and have fun. Call me if you need me, I’m here.”
She did call, on the third date. “I think he wants to have sex with me.” She whispered into the phone.
“What do you want?” I asked her, resigned to the reality that she was no longer into me.
“I don’t know; I’m excited and everything, it’s just that, you know, I’m afraid I’ll regret it afterwards.”
“Did you kiss him?”
“Yes.”
“Did you feel his cock?”
“Yes.”
“Through his clothes, or directly?”
“Through his clothes.”
“And how did that make you feel?”
“I want him, Chuck! I really want him, my pussy is all wet and my tits are aching for him. I’m afraid though, because I don’t want to lose you.”
“We can’t be lovers after this, Maryam. You know that’s over; we’ll still be friends though. You have a home here with me, there’s nothing to be afraid of.”
“Really? You’re ok with this?”
“Go on and have fun, baby. It’s cool.”
“I love you, Chuck.”
“I love you too, Maryam.”
I heard the sound of a toilet flushing and the click of a door. Did she intentionally leave the connection open? I didn’t know. I should have hung up, but I didn’t. I sat in my lonely bed and listened as my wife fucked her new lover.
I’d never been into that before; voyeurism, cuckoldry. Well, it wasn’t cuckoldry if we were no longer a couple. Except, technically, we were still married. But of course, I don’t believe in marriage.
Right? Like I said, the church and the government have no business defining my relationships. But it’s fun to tell the story that way, isn’t it?
I’d met him; a polite clean cut teenage boy, he called me “Sir”. Did he know he was getting the hottest piece of ass in the world? Did he appreciate the privilege of making it with my horny teenage wife?
I couldn’t tell what they were doing, but it was obvious that it was sex. Soft moans, gasps, grunts, sighs. A point came when I was sure he had entered her; then he grunted and clearly came.
“Sorry.” He said, “I couldn’t hold it.”
“It’s ok.” Maryam said, “Is this like, your first time?”
“Yeah. You’ve done it before though, right?”
“I had one guy before this.” She told him, “I know what to do. Roll over, hehe, Mmmm! Mmmm!”
“Oh wow.” The boy moaned as she sucked him.
Fuck, I could almost see the young hard cock in her mouth; it hurt, and it was turning me on at the same time.
“Do you like that?” Maryam teased him.
“Yeah, I sure do!” Jerry replied enthusiastically.
“Mmmm, Mmmm, Mmmm.” Maryam hummed for another few minutes. “You’re hard as rock again!” she laughed, “Come on, put in in me again, that’s it. Ahhh, that feels SO GOOD!”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I like it.” She confirmed, “I can feel your hard penis in my vagina, deep in my body, and you’re on top of me like this and I’m just like, wow, you’re so smooth and strong, it’s hard to describe, it’s just fantastic.”
After that the sound changed, and I was aware that he was fucking her again, probably in her favorite position, simple missionary.
He kept at it for 25 minutes; and she came at least 3 times. That little fucker equaled my best and he was just a kid.
She got home a couple of hours later. I was surprised she didn’t sleep over.
“How was it?” I asked her casually.
“It was great! Did you listen?” she asked me.
“No.” I lied stupidly, before correcting myself. I asked her not to lie to me, and that should be reciprocal. “Ok, yes I listened.”
She just grinned at me, and I had to smile back, and we said no more about it.
They got together a few times a week at first, often at my house. I could hear them fucking through my bedroom wall; I thought about making a spyhole or installing a camera so I could watch too. Maryam wouldn’t mind, and if the boy never knew, what difference would it make? Still, it wouldn’t be right to get my rocks off by watching a boy fucking my wife. I didn’t do it, it would be too weird even for me. I didn’t want to be that kind of pervert.
The worst part was that I sort of liked him. I was actually sorry when they split up. I asked her what happened.
“I don’t know; I just sort of got bored with him. He’s really nice and I even like his parents, it’s just that we really only connected sexually.”
“Yeah, you sure did.” I noted dryly. “Is there someone else?”
“Yes.” She admitted. “A Chinese boy, he’s SO sweet! None of the other girls will go out with him, they say Chinese guys are all needle dicks. Is that true?”
“I don’t know.” I told her. “What do you like about him?”
“He’s just, so sweet.” She repeated, emphasizing with a dismissive wave of her hand. “He’s really smart too.”
The new boyfriend, Wen, was tall and very pretty. He had a small BMW car, and took my girl to a concert. I watched as they kissed before she came into the house.
“Did you have fun?” I asked.
“It was pretty boring, but the kiss goodnight was ok.” She told me, “His cock isn’t too small.”
“You found that out already?”
“Yeah, it was quite evident!” she laughed, “I reached in and held it in my hand, he was hard as rock and it was hot. Literally, his penis was hot to the touch!”
“So you’re going to fuck him?”
“Chuck! Don’t be crude. Yeah, I’ll probably fuck him soon, I can hardly wait. What about you and Denise? Any luck?”
“No. The date seemed ok to me, but she’s ghosting me now.”
“Sorry to hear that.” Maryam said sympathetically.
I listened attentively while she was in her bedroom with Wen. All they seemed to do was talk; then I remembered that talk was how I’d seduced the girl. Eventually, the talking stopped. Then I heard a giggle from her and a low moan from him.
“Do you like that?” she asked.
“It feels amazing.” He said.
“Have you had sex before?” she asked.
“No.” he admitted.
“Your penis is beautiful.” she told him, “So hard and pink. Take the rest of your clothes off. Wow, you have such nice skin, and your ass is so round.”
Fuck; she knew I was listening. She was pretending to talk to him, while actually talking to me. I really needed to find a new woman, this was terrible. I kept my ear to the wall. God damn it, I was horny as hell. I had to jerk off.
“Give me the condom, I’ll do it for you.” Maryam said. “You have to lick my pussy first. Go on ... Oh yeah, that’s nice. Up and down, and now try putting your tongue inside me. Hahaha! That tickles! Ok, you can get on top of me now. Ready?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m wet, so you can push it in. Slowly at first, ease it deeper, then pull out to spread the lubrication. You’re doing great, now slide it in deeper. Oh wow, that feels great! Deeper, all the way! Now do it hard, just try not to come, ok?”
I’d created a goddess. I’d taught Maryam everything I knew about sex, and she was applying that to this helpless boy. I tried to feel happy for her, proud of myself for the knowledge and confidence I’d instilled in her. Instead it just hurt, and turned me on. I felt shame; that was a very rare emotion for me.
“Aaaagh!” grunted Wen. “I had to, sorry.”
“It’s ok.” Maryam sighed, “Just relax for a minute. Hey, you’re actually still hard.”
“Yeah.” He said.
“Pull it out, I’ll put a fresh condom on you.”
There was some rustling and fumbling.
“There we are, come on, let’s try it again.” Maryam told the boy, “Oh yeah, there’s no stopping now!”
After that it was just thumping, grunting, and moaning. It took a while, I think Maryam came twice.
The boy went home at around 11. I pretended not to see him leave.
“How was it?” I asked Maryam.
“Ok,” she said dismissively, “He’s really pretty and eager, compliant too. He just needs some experience I think.”
“Are you going to give it to him?”
“I think so.” She answered brightly. “Are you ok though? I’m still living in your house, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s fine, baby.” I reassured her, “We had our time, it was great, I have no regrets. You deserve your fun. I told you, this house is your home, there are no conditions. Is your school work going ok?”
Their affair lasted only a week or so; then Maryam came home really pissed off. “His parents forbade him from seeing me!” she fumed, “They say they don’t want black grandchildren! As if I would!”
I hugged her and she relaxed. It took considerable effort, but I managed to keep my cock soft. “I’m sorry this happened to you, baby.” I told her, “You really liked him, didn’t you?”
“I thought I did; he was just learning how to be good in bed, god damn, I can’t believe I sucked his cock and everything, I even licked his ass and sucked his balls. And he’d look at me with those dark eyes like he loved me, and I thought he did. Then it turns out he’s a baby who obeys his parents like a robot!”
“When I was your age, I went through the same shit with each girl I dated.” I told her, “Heart of glass you know, I thought each one was the girl of my life, only to get dumped after a week or two.” After they found out I was a terrible lover with a small dick... “You’re a beautiful bright clever young woman, Maryam. There are literally millions of guys who are waiting to meet you.”
“They all just want to fuck a black girl!” she fumed.
What could I say? She had a point. Humans are visual creatures, we automatically categorize everything shape and by color. Maryam wasn’t brown like most American colored people, she was a black African girl. I hated the reality that she was always going to face.
A couple of days later, she came home with two boys, Tom and George. Both of them were white and pretty, and they disappeared into her room. The boys seemed too young to me, 15 or so years old. I tried to resist, but it was driving me crazy, I just had to know. So I went into my room, locked the door, and put my ear to the wall.
I could hear them talking, laughing. Then it went quiet, too quiet. Finally, the soft moans of Maryam that I knew so well, the sounds of pleasure.
She gave her running commentary for a while; “Do you like them? Go on, touch me. That’s nice, mmmm, both at the same time, kiss me Tom. Mmmmm, now you George. Haha, this is great! Let’s take off all our clothes. Oh, don’t worry about old Chuck, he let’s me do whatever I want. So, you guys are both virgins? So white, your skin is like milk, haha, who should I suck first?”
I tore my ear away from the wall. I looked at some porn, but it didn’t do anything for me.
They were at it until late in the night; the steady beat of hard fucking. She and the boys came out for breakfast.
They seemed nice enough. Good table manners and all that. Clean and keen, they had short sharp haircuts, no facial hair, and no apparent embarrassment as they happily ate eggs, toast, sausages, and drank milk. They cleaned up the kitchen before the three of them went back into Maryam’s room for more.
I had mixed feelings; it was all fun and games for teenagers, no one expected more than that. I’d never had a threesome myself, it was sort of above my level. If she was enjoying herself, and getting over the pain that bastard Chinese boy inflicted, then I had to be happy for her.
I tried to find a woman on a dating site, but the only ones who responded to me were hookers.
The boys went home before lunch.
“Wow.” Maryam sighed, dropping into a chair, “That was wild.”
“They seemed nice enough.” I said guardedly, “How old are they?”
She laughed excitedly, “Barely out of diapers! They hardly even have pubic hair. And their penises are like, half grown! Man oh man, they sure do get hard though. Soft hands and hard dicks ... they’re really nice boys, Chuck. Except, well this is weird, they sucked each other. And I think George came in Tom’s mouth!”
“Go on then.” I said in surrender, “Tell me everything so I can live vicariously through you.”
“It was late, we’d been at it for hours. They were everywhere, under me, over me, in my mouth, in my pussy, kissing, touching, it was so crazy. I had George in my mouth and Tom in my vagina at the same time, SO hard Chuck, and so gentle at the same time. Tom came twice, and after the second time he finally went soft, but then George got in front of him and instead of putting it in my mouth, he put it in his pal’s mouth! Tom looked sort of shocked and his dick suddenly stiffened again. Oh yeah, I should mention it was inside me.”
The story stopped. I have to admit, I was sort of shocked and awed. Those peachy half grown schoolboys were more perverse than me, and better at it too.
“George was fucking Tom in the mouth, and Tom’s dick was hard inside me!” she continued, “Those two are crazy fuckers. Those boys have no shame at all! Do you know where they’re going now? Church! They go to church and pray with their families on Sundays, probably pray for bigger dicks. They’re both small, even smaller than you. Oh, sorry.”
“It’s ok.” I said, “I know what I am.”
“I let Tom in the rear.” She said after a short silence. “In my ass I mean.”
“How was that for you?” I asked solicitously.
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