- WILD FOR EACH OTHER
- SHE CAME TO SEE THE COACH
- VIEW FROM THE BALCONY
- Laying Down The Law
- ON THE HUNT
- SEXY DEVELOPMENTS
- HOT-TUB HIJINKS
- SNOW BALLING
- JOIN THE CLUB
- BISEXUAL BATHROOM HOOKUP
- LET’S GET PHYSICAL
- LOUD AND PROUD
- SEX ON A SUNDAY
- BUSINESS AS USUAL
- OH, DOCTOR!
- SHTUPPING STELLA
- MY SEXY SENIOR
- A FUCK IN THE PARK
- LOSING IT
- RENDEZVOUS REDO
- HOT YOUNG STUD
I was at home alone watching a kinky movie when the doorbell rang. I was wearing a short silk robe with nothing else underneath, so normally I wouldn’t have answered the door, but I thought it was my friend Martha, who’d said she might drop by that night. Instead, I was surprised to find my old friend, Cal, on the doorstep.
I hadn’t seen Cal in years, so it took me a moment to recognize him. When I did, I was even more embarrassed by my state of undress, and I wrapped my short robe tighter around my body as I stepped aside to invite him in. I closed the door behind him and then asked him to excuse me a moment while I went to put on some clothes.
“You don’t have to bother,” he said. “I just stopped by to say hello while I was in the neighborhood. I found you in the phonebook. I can leave.”
“Don’t be silly,” I said, and I offered him a drink. He agreed, making sure that he wasn’t putting me out first, and then let me lead him to the den.
I’d already forgotten about the movie I was watching, and I felt myself blush when we entered the den. The lead actors were screwing up a storm on the TV screen. I shut off the DVD player as quick as I could, but I knew Cal had already seen what I was watching. I tried to play it cool, though, and I told him to take a seat while I walked over to the bar to fix him a drink.
As I poured Cal a glass of wine, I thought about how he’d been my date to the senior prom 20 years earlier. He had seduced me afterward, parking his car in his parents’ garage and unzipping his pants to show me his erection. I wasn’t a virgin, but the sight of his dick got me as hot and bothered as if it were the first time I’d ever seen a cock, and I had to have it. I let Cal drag me up to his bedroom, and we tumbled into his bed and went at it until he flooded my womb with his sperm. I met Bill a week later, and married him within six months, so I only ever had that one night with Cal, though we’d remained friendly over the years.
My mind had drifted so far at that point that I didn’t even hear what Cal was saying, and he had to come over to the bar and put a hand on my shoulder to get my attention. “You okay, Beth?” he asked.
“Huh? What?” I said, startled. “Oh, yeah, yeah. I’m sorry, I’m fine. I think I just got distracted for a moment. What did you say again?”
“I just asked where Bill was.”
“He’s out of town,” I told him.
Cal smiled. “So I guess that after 20 years things have finally cooled down between you two, huh? He needed a break and had to get away, am I right? Got tired of the old ball and chain?”
I rolled my eyes, then turned to Cal and said, “To tell you the truth, I’m the one who needed a break.”
We moved over to the sofa, and Cal sat down next to me, closer than was appropriate considering I was still technically a married woman. “On my way over here, I started thinking about the night we went to prom together,” he told me. “I gotta tell you, that night is one of my fondest memories.” He was flirting, it was clear, and I found I didn’t really mind. In fact, I was curious to see where he was going with this. “Just thinking about that night got me as aroused as I was when it was happening.” He paused dramatically. Then, a mischievous glint in his eye, he sidled up close to me and said, “Would you like me to show you how hard my cock is for you right now?”
I shook my head. He hadn’t changed in two decades. Even his seduction technique was the same. Just like he had that night, he took my hand and placed it over his erection. “You can’t tell me you don’t want this,” he said. “I know you, Beth. I’ll bet that pretty little pussy of yours is dripping wet right now, just like it was that night.”
I had to admit that he was right. I was hotter than I’d been in weeks, and if I sent him away, I’d be left horny and with only my trusty vibrator to satisfy me. “Okay,” I said, giving in. “But you better have what it takes to get me off.” Then I stood up and walked out of the room, looking back only once to make sure he was following me.
I led him straight down the hall and into to my bedroom, turned down the bed, tossed my robe over my dresser and lay back to watch him undress. He struggled out of his clothes, stumbling and tripping as he tried to get naked as fast as possible. I was pleased to see he was already hard for me, his knobby, veiny dick standing up straight and throbbing with desire as he climbed into bed with me.
He spent considerable time enjoying my full, soft breasts before slipping his hand down to lightly rub my steaming snatch. “My God,” he moaned, “you still have the hottest, slickest pussy I’ve ever felt.” He quickly replaced his hand with his mouth, and I have to give him credit for knowing his way around a vagina. His talented tongue soon had me writhing in orgasmic bliss and gushing my joy juice all over his face.
I used to get embarrassed when I squirted like that, but then I found out that it excited the men I was with, and I now take pride in my ability to gush. Cal’s reaction to me drenching his face was no different than any other man’s. He was eager to lap up every last drop he could get his tongue on, which helped him get me off two more times before he finally finished.
I was still trying to catch my breath when he moved up and started to mount me. He entered my pussy in one smooth stroke, then froze with his balls resting against my ass, desperately trying to control himself. He was even hornier than I was, and though he tried hard, he only managed a few strokes before he gasped and discharged a deluge of creamy sperm deep inside my quivering cunt.
He remained hard and buried inside me even after his early ejaculation, and after he’d had a moment to calm down again, he began pumping in and out once more. It felt damn good to have a cock between my thighs again, and the sound of his prick thrusting in my sloppy pussy got me even hotter and wetter than I already was. I was so turned on that Cal’s steady, rhythmic thrusting wasn’t enough, and I begged him to fuck me harder.
“My God, you’re a horny little bitch, aren’t you?” he excitedly exclaimed as his hips jackhammered against mine. “I want to fuck you all night long!”
My pussy was so wet that our combined come started to squish out of me as his dick pumped inside me, and I felt the creamy liquid run down my ass and lather the tops of my thighs. I’d never felt so slutty or sloppy in my life, but my God, I loved it!
We screwed for what felt like hours, and when we couldn’t do it anymore, we fell asleep, his limp dick still lodged in my cunt. When he got hard again in the middle of the night, I felt him press that cock inside me, and I woke up for a quickie before going back to sleep.
Cal left the next morning—after one more quick fuck—but I told him that he should stop by next time he was in town. He’d satisfied me better than any dirty movie and vibrator ever could, and I was looking forward to having him do it again soon.