Considering I had called more times than any sensible person would, begging my ex to come back, you’d think I would have jumped on the phone when I saw her number pop up. But instead I stood there holding the phone for a few minutes, and wondered what she could want and what I would say.

I picked up and felt myself grow a little hard as soon as I heard her voice, “Can you come over? My car won’t start and…”

I didn’t let her finish, “I’ll be right over.” I said and hung the phone up. A few short moments later I pulled up in front of her country home. She had a new car; a yellow corvette with the hood popped up, and the longest pair of legs led to the cutest rear that disappeared under the hood. She was barefoot, and I was afraid I’d have a hard time controlling myself.

She heard me approach and stood upright. I was immediately struck speechless when I noticed all she wore was daisy dukes. Bare-chested, her rosy pink nipples stood erect, begging for my touch. She smiled at me and said simply, “Your last message convinced me I’d made a mistake.” As the last words left her mouth, she took my hand and led me toward her porch.

She sat me down and unzipped my pants, kneeling in front of me. Her breasts felt warm from the sun as they pressed against my thighs. I sighed, as her warm, red lips wrapped around the tip of my prick. I felt pressure rising from my balls, as I pulled her lips from my shaft. “I want you, not just your mouth.” I pulled her to her feet and unzipped her pants. I was thrilled that she wore no panties. I ran my finger lightly between her lips, and to my delight found she was soaking wet.

I groaned as I sank my finger deep in her hot cunt. I couldn’t wait any longer and pulled her to straddle my lap, kissing and nibbling her soft and firm breasts. I rolled first one nipple between finger and thumb, and then the other. She sighed and started rocking her hips atop of me. I could feel her tight pussy walls massaging my dick as she ground onto me. My prick started throbbing, as she rode up and down. I pinched her nipples harder while kissing her neck and collar bone. Her breath started coming in short, quick moans, and I knew she was getting close to coming. I couldn’t hold onto my orgasm any longer and felt surge after surge of cum shoot out of me.

I pulled her hard against me, grinding her pussy against my shaft hard and sure. With a few short strokes she quivered and started to moan faster. I felt the walls of her pussy clamping around my cock, as she had first one orgasm and then another. She collapsed against me, pressing her breasts against my chest.

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to leave me stranded.” She said smiling down at me.

“I’m sure your car doesn’t even have a problem.” I said and winked.

Comments

  • April

    Very hot story! My only complaint is the use of the word “prick”. I don’t know why, but I just don’t like it. Well, maybe I do know why. When I hear the word “prick” I think of something small and pointy, which takes away from my mental images when reading the story. To me, other words like cock (my favorite) and dick suit it much better. I would never and have never referred to a penis as a prick, especially during sexy time. I know I’m probably being weird about this one word, but I thought I’d let you know anyway. Otherwise, it was an awesome, sexy story!

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  • ExquisiteSensations

    I also prefer the word cock or dick, but this is a fabulous story, I really enjoyed reading it!

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  • Kitty377

    I agree, “prick” seems to have negative connotations more than positive ones also the “c” word can be a little offensive to some (including myself), but other than that great story!

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