Frosted Flake
by Tony Tiger
Copyright© 2020 by Tony Tiger
Frieda was eighteen but acted like half that age. You noticed her pale skin and white hair, almost like an albino, before you saw her attractive body. I got to see all of it because I fucked her a lot, often twice a day.
This was at her mom’s insistence. She is my step-mom and hoped that if my dick drilled her daughter often enough that others wouldn’t. To make sure I would cut the mustard she had even personally taught me how to tease tits and lick labia. Mmmm. She wouldn’t let me cum where Dad did but did offer blowjobs. She figured Frieda would show me what a pussy liked since she’d been getting practice for a while.
That had come to light shortly after “Mom” married my dad five years ago. Frieda was babysitting for a couple of older brothers and was initiated into womanhood by both of them. Fortunately they’d had vasectomies. Birth control was started promptly and I, a few years older than she, was introduced to hot crotch heaven.
Since she has “come of age”, she is dating more and more often. I still pump the puss, sometimes before and/or after a date. She is thrilled by “double dates” where she goes out with two guys and “thanks” both of them repeatedly if possible. Damn she’s a horny one! If they satisfy her she often wants my bonus bone when she returns and if they don’t she needs to get satisfied. Because of all this I don’t bother to date. I’m busy at work anyway.
At first I was just happy to dip my dick with little regard for her feelings and no recognition of mine. But the intimate connection, along with living with her, made some emotions, not a strong guy thing, sneak up on me. It was a jolt to recognize them when I, out of the blue, felt jealousy when she babbled about a bigger pecker while mine was buried in her. My male ego wanted me to be the biggest and best, of course.
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