An invitation to the Dunbar Family Reunion set me thinking about a long time ago. I’ve been around for a good many years now, and although I’ve been happily married for many years, since my wife went through menopause she has pretty much lost her desire for sex. She still is a great cook and a pleasant companion, but she just doesn’t care any more about sucking and fucking. This is frustrating for me, for I still have a pretty strong sex drive myself. I still get it up every time I see a pretty ass wiggle down the street or at the slightest erotic suggestion. Although I can still get it up pretty good, I sometimes take Viagra to keep it up longer and stronger. I find myself masturbating more and more these days. I guess I’ve just become a dirty old man, so I am increasingly tempted to cheat on my spouse.
Anyhow, the invitation to the Dunbar Family Reunion set me to thinking about when I was only fourteen. I’d led a pretty sheltered life, I guess, and hadn’t enjoyed a woman’s cunt or mouth wit my penis yet, although I sure thought about it a lot, and, like now, was masturbating a lot. I had an old shoe that I had lined with a little towel soaked in lotion. I would lay on my bed and stick my rock hard, horny cock into that old shoe and fuck it till I came, which really didn’t take nearly so long as it does now.
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The shoe-cunt even cupped and rubbed my balls gently as I pumped my cock in it. Well, one day my parents took me on a little trip to visit my dad’s brother in St. Jo. I had never even met them before, because we had lived a long way away from them until very recently. Uncle Ray and Aunt Jane, it turned out, had an 18-year old daughter named Carol. She had just finished high school and had been given a car by her parents, and we had no sooner arrived at their house than Uncle Ray suggested that Carol take me for a drive to show me around the town. I guess they knew us kids would be bored just sitting around the house while the old folks reminisced about old times.
Carol and I walked out to her car and I got in on the passenger side. As she backed out of the driveway, I looked at her and appreciated what a beautiful cousin I had. She was a blue-eyed blonde, with a fair complexion, bright eyes, and an angelic face in general. Tall and curvy, with her firm breasts making two seductive peaks on her chest, her nipples punctuated her sweater. I wondered if she had a bra on at all.
As she turned the corner at the end of the block she looked at me an smiled. I think I blushed a little, for she had such a beautiful smile and just looking at her had caused my cock to get hard and stiff. I suppose she could see the rising bulge in my trousers, for she looked down at my crotch and grinned. We were not yet two blocks from her house when she looked straight at me and said, “Wanna fuck?
I tried to conceal my shock, not wanting to appear to be prudish or anything, so I tried to be cool and just said, “Sure.”
”Good,”she said brightly,” We’ll go to the park.” She drove into a large park that had a lot of wooded areas and parked in a secluded grove of trees. The tinted glass windows of her car gave us a little additional privacy. She immediately leaned over and gave me a warm, passionate kiss, pushing her tongue into my mouth and fucking it little. I had never even been French kissed before! “Let’s get in the back seat where there’s more room.”
So we climbed into the back seat and Carol flopped onto her back and pulled up her skirt, revealing no panties. She spread her legs apart to reveal that she was indeed a natural blonde, and chided me, “Get those trousers off and let’s see what you’ve got there.”
I quickly complied, pulling both trousers and underpants down around my knees, allowing my stiff shaft to bounce out into the open. “Ooooh, that’s what I want,” Carol said as she reached out and grabbed my tool and pulled it toward her cunt. She wasted no time on foreplay. I know I must have been sort of awkward, but I was on my knees and managed to get my cock right up against her cunt, which I could tell was now all juicy. She held on to it and helped me slide it into her warm pussy as she wrapped her legs around me and dug her heels into my ass. God it felt so good, her pussy walls pressing and massaging my hot cock . I almost came right then, but she arched her back and thrust her cunt up hard over my penis so that it plunged into her all the way to the hilt and I could feel my balls press against her ass.
“Fuck me, Donny, Fuck me good. “She cried and I began to pump it in and out, even though I wasn’t quite sure how I should be doing it. Apparently I did it right though ,for she seemed to love it absolutely, and cried out, “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Fuck me, OH YES YES.” I came very quickly , but se told me to keep pumping and then she got this most beautiful look on herr face and was perfectly still for a moment. I could feel her hot juices surging all over my cock and out of her pussy onto my thighs. Oh, God, was she wonderful!
I pulled my now limp and dripping cock out of her pussy, and still at a loss for words, just said, “Thank you, Carol.”
There wasn’t much more to it then than that. I pulled my pants back up and we got back int the front seat and she drove me around town showing me things as if nothing had happened between us. We went back to the her house eventually and she disappeared, not even being there for dinner because, her mom said, she had a big date that evening. The next morning she came to breakfast, but didn’t say much to me , looking a little sheepish, and very sleepy. We left after breakfast, and I had never seen her again, although I heard things about her occasionally from other members of the family. Carol went on to college and majored in political science. She became a White House intern under a Republican administration and was probably sucking presidential cock long before Monica Lewinsky got her mouth on Bill Clinton’s big pecker. I guess she was just more discreet than Monica. Later she worked for a Congressmen, went to law school and had become fairly successful in St. Jo, marrying a businessman of some kind. I, in the meantime, had done OK in real estate and was now about ready to retire.
I had never been to a family reunion, but now as I looked at the invitation I wondered if Carol might be there. That night I fantasied about it and masturbated myself into a nice orgasm before I went to sleep. I definitely decided to go, even though my wife could not accompany me because of previous commitment with her lady’s club that Saturday. Maybe that would be just as well.
I drove up to St. Jo on Friday evening and checked into the Blue Oak Motel. The next morning I arrived at the reunion about 11 a.m., when it was supposed to begin. I was giddy with excitement. Ironically, it was being held in the very same park where Carol and I had made out so many years ago. There was a registration table where I signed in and got my name tag and then looked around over the crowd of mostly younger people. I didn’t know a soul. I really hadn’t kept up much with family, especially since my parents had both died a few years before. I did see a couple of vaguely familiar faces, but no Carol. At least no one I could recognize as her. There were some nice faces and sexy asses to look at , of course, and I opened a bottle of Budweiser and sipped at it as I ogled. Nodding slightly to people I didn’t know and acknowledging their similar nods, I strolled among the picnic tables toward the country music group that was setting up on a platform.
It was about then that I noticed three or four women on one side of the platform, and among them was a tall blonde who I decided might just be Carol! I walked over to that way cautiously. They were engrossed in conversation and didn’t notice me until I was almost upon them. I smiled as I looked at the name tag perched on an a firm tit that still had plenty of character. “Carol Madison,” it said, and my heart leapt, for I remembered that her husband’s name had been Madison. “You’re Carol Dunbar, aren’t you,” I said in my most debonnaire voice.
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