He claimed to need Viagra, but he was one potent old guy

I went up to our cabin on Thursday to clean and stock up on food and liquor to serve to my husband and his three hunting buddies that weekend. I picked up a pizza for my dinner on the way, and I had eaten and was about to go to bed when a truck drove up to the cabin. It was Ralph, who lives down the road and keeps an eye on the place when we’re not there.

He likes to visit, so I invited him in for a beer. We sat by the fireplace, even though there wasn’t a fire in the cozy room. I had changed into my robe before eating, but thought nothing of it, since Ralph was about 20 years older than me, and was always talking about his wife Barb. He was pretty long-winded that night, helping himself to another beer and bringing me one too.

About halfway through our second beer Ralph surprised me saying, “My God, Val, do you realize I can see your pretty little red-haired pussy? You have the pinkest damn pussy I’ve ever seen. Looking at it has given me the first erection I’ve had in ten years without Viagra. Jim is a very lucky man.”

I was so shocked by what he said that I couldn’t move for a minute. Then I looked down and saw that the sash of my robe had come undone, exposing everything below my waist. I quickly covered myself, saying, “How embarrassing! I’m sorry, Ralph. I didn’t do that intentionally.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Ralph said. “You know, I’m a man, after all, and I’ve fantasized about seeing what you had down there for years.” I saw him adjust the protrusion in his pants, thinking that it looked like he had about five inches of hard cock in there.

I’ve always been a horny bitch, but I had become even hornier as I neared 30, and now I could feel my pussy getting moist, just from knowing I’d given Ralph a hard-on. He then asked me if he could possibly have a closer look at my charms, because until then, he said, the only pussy he had seen was his wife’s, and it wasn’t anywhere near as lovely as mine.

I asked him if Barb wouldn’t be expecting him home soon, and he told me she was in Florida with her mother for a couple of weeks. I thought, what the hell, I’d give the old fart a thrill.

“Okay,” I said. “But no touching,” and I lay back and opened my robe to give him a full-frontal view. His eyes grew wide at the sight of my firm 36C tits, topped with large pink nipples. As he knee-walked over to the chair I was sprawled out in, I put my feet up on the seat and spread my legs, totally exposing my cunt to this man 20 years my senior.

He moved forward until his face was just inches from my now dripping snatch. I saw his nostrils flare as he inhaled the musky scent of my arousal. He licked his lips as I felt my labia flower open to reveal the coral pink center of my sex to this man, who now began to breathe rapidly.

I had told him no touching, but I put up no resistance when he plastered his face against my hot wet cunt. His hands moved to cup my breasts as his tongue wormed its way into my vagina. He ate my cunt with surprising tenderness and skill, bringing me to two quick climaxes, then suckled on my clit until I exploded in an unbelievably intense orgasm that left me breathless.

He rose to look into my eyes as I came down from that last climax, and suddenly I felt his penis probing at my vagina. I gasped and arched to him as it slid inside me. It was short but thick, and it felt fantastic as he thrust rapidly in and out of my smoldering box for about three minutes before I felt a burst of warm wetness flood my pussy. Amazingly, his cock stayed hard, and he fucked me a second time, coming just as explosively and making me wonder about the Viagra. He then leaned close and kissed me tenderly for the first time, after having already fucked me twice.

A short while later we were in my bed, where he fucked me a third time, banging me like a drum for over half an hour. We woke up to screw again the next morning, then discovered there was 34 inches of wet snow on the ground.

I immediately called my husband, telling him I didn’t think there was any possibility of the roads being cleared by that evening. He said he’d already checked, and the road report said everything was closed and they expected high winds. I told him I was fine and had water and heat and plenty to eat and drink, but that I lacked my favorite cock. He laughed and told me I’d have to make do with some of the toys he was sure I’d brought with me.

Ralph and I were snowed in for three days, while the weather raged on, and the lying old fart screwed me up to four times a day without ever seeing a blue pill.

It was late on Sunday afternoon when I called Jim to tell him the plow had finally made it, and I could leave for home the next day. But he advised me to just stay where I was for at least another day, since the highways were still icy and dangerous. Well, that was fine with me, and I didn’t think Ralph would mind too much either.

—V.R., Green Bay, Wisconsin