Mila arrived at her boyfriend Scott's house (well, his parent's house) with a hot pie in tow. He was trying to impress some people who might have a job for him with a nice dinner, and although she had other plans, she wanted to help out. When she knocked, Scott's Dad, Milt, answered the door. Mila hadn't met him before. "Oh, hi. Mila? Scott is out helping his Mom run errands. Come on in, though -- I can take care of you." "Thanks, Mr. Phillips. It's pretty chilly out today." He looked her over closely, with his piercing eyes. In some ways he looked like an older version of her boyfriend, but, he had something else about him that she found magnetic. "Let me get your coat." He took off her jacket and tossed it on a chair, then openly admired how her dress clung to her body, and barely contained her tits. "My wife said you were beautiful, but... wow. Spin around for me." Mila did a slow pirouette, and felt Milt's fingertips brush against her ass as it went pass." "Mr. Ph--" "Call me Milt," he interrupted. "Okay. Milt. I just came by to drop off the pie for tonight. I have to get going to..." "Surely you have a few minutes to entertain an old man? Just wait right there." Something in the way he looked at her and just declared what she should do was extremely arousing, and he seemed to know it. Mila decided to keep doing whatever he said, and see where it ended up. He seemed to know that, too. Milt stepped over to her, and, this time, he circled her, tracing her with a finger. When he reached the front of her, he cupped one of her tits with his hand, squeezing as he rubbed her nipple through the dress with his thumb. He reached behind her and under her dress, hooking his fingers in to her panties. He pulled them down all the way to her ankles, and she politely stepped out of them. He seemed to notice how wet they were, then tossed them into the next room.
"Let's go in there for a minute." He took her by the hand and led her into the living room. "Mmm," he murmured. "I think you should get down on your knees, if you don't mind?"
Mila sunk down, ending up at eye level with his belt, which he quickly unbuckled. He unzipped his jeans and slowly pulled out one of the biggest cocks Mila had ever seen. It was easily three inches longer than his son's, and twice as thick.
Mila's boyfriend was 39 -- she picked him up at a restaurant while out with friends for her 18th birthday a few months before. (What's the point of being an adult if you just keep playing with people your own age?) So, his Dad must be... 60? 65? She didn't really know, or really care. It was like he had her under a spell.
Milt grabbed her by the back of her long, dark hair and pulled her forward to his cock. She wrapped her mouth around the head of his cock, and he slowly pulled her halfway up its length. Looking up into his eyes, she slid herself the rest of the way, until his cock was nestled in her throat and she was practically kissing his balls.
He pulled her back until just the head was in her mouth, and she sucked and licked on it hard. Then he pulled her all the way forward.
As they continued to do this, Milt moved his hand down and placed it lightly on her throat, enjoying feeling it bulge as his cock pressed down inside of it.
Milt withdrew his cock with an audible popping sound. "Why don't you get over there on the couch. We just got it; might as well break it in. Get on your knees, put your face down and stick your ass over the side."
Mila did as she was told.
Milt walked up behind her and ran a finger down the crack of her ass and around her pussy, which was as wet as her panties. He stuck two fingers inside, noting how tightly her pussy gripped them.
"What kind of birth control are you on?"
"I'm not; it's too much of a pain to get to the doctor for pills, and, Scott always insists on using condoms anyway."
Milt lined himself up behind Mila. She felt her unprotected pussy stretched wide as he put just the head of his cock in to her.
Milt said, "Huh. Well, I guess I'm just going to have to make my own grandchildren, then," and quickly slid in to her until he bottomed out.
He began to thrust in and out of her in long strokes, his balls slapping against her ass as he hit spots deep inside her that his son never could.
"Oh, fuck, yeah, like that..." Mila moaned.
Milt picked up the pace a little more, using Mila's hips to pull her back as he plowed forward. "Fuck, you've got a tight cunt... A wet little slutty cunt..."
"Uh, god, yeah... Please fuck my slutty cunt..."
Milt growled. "Uhhh... Are you a little whore? Whose whore are you?"
"God, I'm your whore... Just don't stop fucking me..."
Milt began to mutter in a torrent as he continued to stretch out her pussy. "Fuck... little... whore... Such a... slut. I'm going to... cum... so hard... in... that... cunt..."
Mila's body stiffened as she screamed.
"UH! UHHHHH! OH FUCK, I'M CUMMING! UHHHH! UHHHHHH! UHHHHHHHHH! FUCK! OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK!"
Mila's whole body shook as she continued to cum violently.
"GOD! DON'T STOP! CUM IN ME! PLEASE CUM IN ME! UHHHHH! MILT! FUCK ME!"
Milt kept pounding away. Mila lost all sense of time and space; there was only his cock, pounding in and out and setting every nerve in her body off.
At some point, Mila heard a sound that she belatedly identified as a door opening. She was still struggling to even remember where she was when she heard Scott's Mom call out, "We're back!"
Milt just kept going, and started grinding against her on each stroke, rubbing her cervix with the head of his cock.
Mila was already hanging on the edge and that sensation plus the thrill of knowing they could be caught at any moment pushed her far over it.
She muffled her screams with a couch cushion as she came again, over and over. She bucked backward over and over on Milt's cock, wanting -- needing -- to feel him explode inside of her.
She heard Milt say, "Oh, fuck, Mila!" too loud (it sounded like he was practically yelling) and then she was rewarded as his hot cum flooded deep in to her pussy, blasting its way far inside her.
Milt held his cock as deep inside her as he could for a few seconds before she felt him withdraw. As she started to return to reality, Mila realized the voices were getting close, and she hopped to her feet, trying to look innocent. Looking down, Mila saw her soaking wet panties lying on the floor and scooped them up. "Leave 'em off," Milt hissed, as he snatched them from her and put them in his pocket just before her boyfriend and his Mom entered the room. "Oh, hey, babe!" Mila said brightly. I brought over the pie for tonight. Your Dad was just showing me your new couch." "I told you I could've gotten it later," Scott replied. "You really didn't need to come right away." "Sure I did," Mila said, feeling a trickle of cum running down her leg. "Twice, even." Scott looked confused, but Mila just kissed him on the cheek as she moved toward the kitchen. "I've really got to go. I might be late! Thanks for everything, Milt!"
Written by: nomnomdeplume