Looking back, that trip to visit Mia at college still sticks with me, even after all this time. It was mid-October a couple of years ago, fog hanging low over the campus like it was trying to hide secrets. I'd driven up alone—Karen had some work thing keeping her home—and pulled into their cramped off-campus house just as the sun was dipping. Mia met me at the door with that hug that always makes me feel like she's still my little girl, even at 20. She dragged me inside, introducing her roommates.

There was Lisa, the quiet type with her nose always in a book, kind of mousy but sweet. Becca was the loud one, all energy and laughs, the kind who'd probably turn any night into a party. And then Sarah—Mia's actual roommate. She was this short thing, maybe 5'2", with dirty blonde hair falling in waves, these green eyes that locked on you like she knew something you didn't, pouty lips that curved just right. Her body? Damn, 32D tits that strained whatever top she had on, slim waist leading to a round ass that filled out her skirt perfectly. She leaned against the wall, giving me this look, and said, "Hey, nice to finally meet Mia's dad." Mia just chuckled and told me to ignore her flirting, but I felt it hit me low, like a pull I hadn't felt in years.

We settled in, me stashing my bag in the spare room—a futon setup that screamed temporary. The house had that lived-in feel, posters fading on the walls, a mix of coffee and whatever they'd burned for dinner last night. Mia caught me up on classes, her part-time job, the usual. But every time Sarah walked by, hips swaying, I'd catch myself staring. I'm not one for flings—Karen and I've been solid for over 20 years—but something about this girl made me want to ruin her, just take her apart and see what was left.

We ordered Pizza and crammed around their tiny kitchen table, the kind where your knees bump if you're not careful. The girls got into talking about their weekends, guys they'd met at parties. Lisa kept it tame, mentioning some study date that fizzled. Becca went on about this dude from a bar, laughing about how he couldn't keep up. Mia jumped in with her own story about a guy from class who ghosted her. Through it all, Sarah sat across from me, picking at her food, her foot finding my leg under the table again and again.

At first, it was subtle—a brush against my calf, like an accident. But then she'd press harder, toes sliding up my thigh, inching close enough to make my pulse jump. I'd glance up, and she'd be smirking, those green eyes daring me while she said stuff like, "Guys around here are all the same—talk big, deliver nothing. I need someone who can actually handle things." Her foot would linger, rubbing slow, and I'd shift in my seat, trying not to react, but my dick was already half-hard under the table. Mia and the others didn't notice, too caught up in the chatter, but Sarah knew. She'd wink quickly, pull back, then start again a minute later. It built up this tension, like the air was thicker, and by the time we cleared plates, I was keyed up, primal urges kicking in that I hadn't let loose in forever.

Later, after the girls headed off one by one—Mia crashing first with a goodnight hug—we'd cracked a few beers and passed a joint in the living room. The buzz hit me mellow at first, but alone on the futon, it turned my thoughts dirty. I couldn't shake Sarah's teasing, that body, those eyes. Hand down my pants, I started stroking, my cock thick and hard—9 inches, veiny as hell, 2 inches across. I was getting into it, pumping steady, when the door creaked open.

There she was, silhouetted, wearing just that thong and nothing up top, tits full and nipples perked in the dim light. She didn't say a word, just crooked her finger again, then turned and walked down the hall. I followed, heart pounding, all thoughts of home gone. Her room was softly lit, bed unmade. She sat on the edge, legs slightly apart, silent, waiting. I moved in close, dropped to my knees, and hooked a finger in her thong, pulling it aside. Her pussy was shaved smooth, already glistening. I leaned in and licked her slow, tongue flat against her folds, tasting how wet she was.

She gasped softly, hands in my hair, pulling me closer as I worked her clit, circling it, sucking gently. "Oh yeah, right there," she whispered, hips grinding against my face. I slid two fingers in—fuck, she was tight, walls clenching hard—and curled them, hitting that spot. She bucked, cumming quick, shaking as her juices hit my tongue. I kept going, lapping through it till her thighs stopped shaking.

I kissed up her body, my cock screaming for release, finally our lips met. We made out like horny teenagers. Her tongue wrestling with mine. I bit her bottom lip as she pulled my head to the side and whispered, “Fuck me with that monster in your pants.” Then she bit my ear lobe… she didn’t have to ask twice.

I groaned, and pulled her up. "On your hands and knees."

She flipped over, ass up—that bubble butt begging for it. I rubbed my cock against her, spreading her wetness along the shaft. Then pushed in slow, inch by inch. She whimpered. "OH FUCK," she cried out as I buried balls deep into her pussy. I started thrusting, deep and steady, her tightness gripping me like nothing else. The room was filled with sound of my hips clapping her ass cheeks as I ruin her. “Fuck this tight pussy, fuck me daddy, fuck me like you never fucked your wife. She doesn’t get this cock does she.” I was shocked at this kind of dirty talk, and a little ashamed at how much it turned me on. I replied by spanking her ass hard. Almost instantly, she came hard, pushing back, "Yes, fuck—cumming!" I kept pounding, and she hit another peak, crying out muffled into the sheets. Her clenched pussy was rapidly pulling me over the edge as she said, “Cum inside me. Don't you dare pull out!"

With a gasp and a shudder, I emptied my balls into her pussy. And flopped down by her side, breathing heavy, her hand lazily tracing my chest. After a bit, she climbed on top, and took my semi-erect cock in hand, “This monster needed to be relieved didn’t he.” She leaned down and kissed me. Bitting my bottom lip before kissing down my body, and taking me into her mouth. Bobbing her head and using her hands to stimulate me. She sucked hard, causing my hips to buck, my hand on her head.

I moaned as she suddenly deep throated me. Her nose in my pubic bone, “FUCK.” I cried out as I came, hips clenching as I shot my load in her throat. She slowly pulled off, cleaning my cock as she did.

Then, she silently moved up, took my cock and slowly sank down onto it. She moaned, her body shivering as I mounted me. "God, it's hitting so deep." She rode me hard. Bouncing, tits jiggling, grinding her clit against me.

I thrust up to meet her, hands on her waist. “You little slut, you can’t get enough of this can you?” My words surprised even me.

She just moaned, whimpering a faint “mmhhmmm.” We kept going, building, our pace becoming desperate as I rocked her through organs after orgasm. Till I flipped her on her back and mounted her. Pounding her pussy like my life depended on it.

She kissed my neck soft, whispering how good it felt. “Oh fuck Daddy, you’re so big…”

I fucked her hard and steady, watching her face twist in pleasure. She came twice more, one right after the other, nails digging in, "Fuck it’s too much, I’m gonna break.”

At those words I grunted and came inside her again. When I pulled out. Our mixed cum leaked out of her pussy. I collapsed next to her and we laughed. I pulled her close, and she cuddled into my arms. Kissing me again, a lover's kiss, soft and sensual, like a blanket on skin.

The rest of the night is a blur, we fell asleep, then woke up with her sucking my cock again. By the early morning, I’d cum inside her again, and on her face and breasts. To this day, it is one of the best fucks I’ve ever had.

I slipped back to my room after, guilt creeping in about Karen. The realization of what had happened dawning on me. Later, when Mia and I were eating a brunch, she asked if I’d heard anything the previous night. I stiffened a bit and said I hadn’t. She laughed that someone got a booty call, but she was too tired to figure out who. I laughed it off. It was going to be a long weekend.