It was a Friday evening, and the kids were gone to their dad’s place for a few days. I was taking a bath and had just finished shaving my legs when my momma called. She was on her way to spend the night at the hospital for a sleep test. She asked if I was home and told me she was going to send her boyfriend, John, up to my house to get a box of stuff she had stored in my basement. They had been seeing each other on and off for a couple of years, and we had always liked to aggravate each other, but never anything sexual.

I had a crush on him, but it wasn’t something I had ever told anyone. Besides, he was my mom’s boyfriend and twenty-something years older than me.

I got out of the bathtub to get dressed and could hear his truck coming up my driveway. While picking up the bathroom, I grabbed the dildo I had brought in to play with—something I almost never do in the bathtub. I just threw it in the tub, shut the curtain, and went outside.

He was getting out of his truck, talking about how it was starting to die while coming up my driveway. I didn’t think anything of it. We went to get the box he came for. After he got back in his truck, it didn’t start. It didn’t even try to start.

He spent the next couple of hours working on it. Because of the way my driveway is, I couldn’t move my car until he moved his. It was starting to get late, and the air outside felt like a storm was on the way. We were standing outside smoking a joint when it started raining really hard. By the time he got his doors shut and his stuff picked up, he was soaked when he got to the porch.

We stood there talking for a few minutes, and my momma called, so I went inside to let him talk on the phone. A few minutes later, she called me and asked if he could spend the night on the couch so he could get up in the morning and get his truck fixed.

“Sure, I don’t mind.”

I went back outside to tell him he could come inside and take a shower.

At this point, the storm was getting pretty crazy, and the wind was blowing stuff around everywhere. He said he had to go get his clothes out of his truck and took off running. He grabbed a bag and ran back. As we were walking into the house, everything went black.

“Well, fuck. Now the power is out.”

I lit a few candles for light and put one in the bathroom so he could get in the shower. He went to the bathroom, and I took my bra off, put on some different shorts, and just lay back on the bed listening to the storm. It didn’t take long before my hand was going down the front of my shorts. I was kinda daydreaming about him walking out of the bathroom and pinning me down and taking it from me. I stopped when my toes started tingling, or I would have been lying in a wet spot.

I could hear him getting out of the shower, so I just lay there relaxing. Because the bathroom is connected to my room, he would only be a few steps from the bed once he walked out, and I figured I shouldn’t be lying there with my hand down my shorts when he came out.

He started talking and said he didn’t bring any underwear.

I laughed and told him, “I could go out to his truck and get them if he wanted me to.”

“Nah, I’ll just wear these sweatpants.”

He walked out of the bathroom wearing only those sweatpants and said, “Sorry, I guess I ruined your fun!”

I’m thinking, Did he know I was flicking the bean? My face turned red.

“What do you mean?”

“You were in the bathtub before I showed up, weren’t you? You left a surprise in the bathtub for me—a rather large surprise. I’m impressed.”

Fuck. I forgot about the dildo I threw in there. Now I’m embarrassed.

“Wait… did you say you were impressed?”

He stepped into the light a little more, and the outline of his cock was very much visible through his sweatpants. As he was talking about the dildo, I said, “So is that my dildo in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”

He looked down and replied, “Oh shit, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking,” and held his towel in front of it.

At this point, I was sitting on the edge of the bed, and he was about two steps in front of me.

“You definitely don’t have to apologize. I’m also… um… impressed.”

“Well, I should probably go in here before I get myself in trouble.”

“Who are you going to be in trouble with?”

“You and your mom, I guess.”

Now I was standing in front of him. I put my hand on his chest and told him, “Not in trouble with me,” as my hand started moving down his chest.

“Oh yeah? What about her, though?”

“I don’t see her anywhere.”

He grabbed my hand and put it right on it. Holy fuck, it was thick.

He pushed me up against the wall and started kissing me deeply, his tongue claiming my mouth with a hunger that made my knees weak. He slid his hands up both my sides, pulling my shirt off over my head, and started kissing me again. Biting on my ear, he growled, “How far are we taking this?”

I looked at him and smiled. Still up against the wall, I slid down to my knees and pulled it out of his pants. It was pretty long, but I had never seen one that fat before, and it was still getting harder, throbbing in my hand. The thick veins pulsed under my fingers as I wrapped my lips around the swollen head.

I slid it into my mouth, coating every inch with my warm, wet spit, and slowly stroked the thick shaft while sucking greedily. I pulled his pants all the way down and took him as deep as I could, but could only get about half in my mouth while pressed against the wall. I gagged softly on his girth, my eyes watering, but I didn’t want to stop.

He had a handful of my hair and pulled me back up to my feet. My heart was racing, and my pussy was soaked. I could feel my juices dripping down the inside of my thighs.

I could have continued sucking it for a while and been more than satisfied, but he had other plans. He told me I was really good at that, but I still hadn’t answered his question. His hands were playing with my breasts, pinching and rolling my hard nipples. I made a slight moan when he pinched one hard enough to send sparks straight to my clit.

“Oh, you liked that, did you?”

“Yes, sir!”

He started kissing me again—he was extremely good at it—and he pinched both nipples hard, pulling them toward him. Looking down at me with dark eyes, he said, “I’ll ask again. How far are we taking this?”

I leaned into his ear and whispered, “Stop asking and do whatever you want to me,” as I pushed my shorts down to fall to my ankles, leaving me completely exposed and aching for him.

He pulled me away from the wall and laid me on the bed. His mouth was everywhere—kissing and licking from my neck to sucking hard on my sensitive nipples, then trailing wet kisses down my stomach. It was turning me on even more. I could feel my pussy throbbing and clenching with anticipation as he got closer and closer. Then I could feel his warm breath right there on my dripping folds, teasing me until I was trembling. Right when I thought he was about to devour me, he started kissing down my leg all the way to my toes.

He reached over and put out the candle that was providing the only light we had, except for the random flashes of lightning immediately followed by thunder so loud you felt it in your chest.

He went right back to my toes and figured out fast that I liked when he sucked on them. Nobody had ever done that before, and the sensation was so intense I liked it way more than I thought I would. So he moved to my other foot while his hand slid up to my aching pussy. He felt how soaking wet I was, circled my swollen clit with his thumb, and pushed two of his thick fingers deep inside me. The stretch made me gasp and arch off the bed.

“There’s no way your pussy is that tight playing with a dildo that big.”

“Well, you showed up before I got that far.”

“Oh, so you never used it before?”

“No, I have definitely used it.”

He got down between my legs, wrapped his strong arms around my thighs, and buried his face in my pussy. He exposed my throbbing clit with his fingers and dragged his hot tongue across it. My creamy grool was dripping off his tongue as he raised up and looked at me with lust-filled eyes. He went back down, devouring me like a man starved. I grabbed the headboard. I have no idea what he was doing with his tongue and lips, but I couldn’t hold still. My toes tingled all the way up the inside of my legs. He had a firm hold on me, and wherever my hips bucked, he followed, sucking and licking relentlessly. My entire body suddenly burned hot all at once, and the pleasure hit me so hard I couldn’t get the words out fast enough before I squirted all over his mouth and tongue.

Before I could even catch my breath, he flipped me onto my stomach. My entire body was still shaking as he positioned himself behind me and thrust in deep. I immediately felt his massive cock stretching and filling me completely, pressing against my cervix with every powerful stroke. He was not gentle in the least bit. Each thrust went a little deeper, pounding into me with raw need. Then he groaned out loud, slammed every thick inch inside me, and told me he was about to fill me full of cum. I felt hot, thick ropes of his cum flooding deep inside me, pulse after pulse.

We both got quiet except for our heavy breathing. He got off of me, and my legs were still shaking like Jell-O. I couldn’t move. He asked if I was okay, and the last thing I said before falling asleep was,

“That was the best sex I ever had.”