Awakening at Flamenco Beach - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Awakening at Flamenco Beach - Part 3

... experienced throughout the last days and the insane amount of vaseline he applied on his cock and my ass, my rear muscles were weathering the impaling monster cock pretty well. When he reached all the way inside me again, he again retrieved it, but even if his movement was still slow, this time there was no hint of a pause. And so, he continued repeating this same movement over and over again, but gaining speed with each cycle. And soon, the old man was fully fucking me. I ventured a peek over my shoulder, and I could see Alfonso, sporting a dreamy smile, was happily having his way with me as if we were dogs in heat. With each pump on my ass, I gasped, letting one whiny squeal after the other. He grabbed my hair with one of his hands and pulled it back, cranking my neck and arching my spine madly. My shining, wild eyes, now directed upwards, could only see the crown of a few trees rocking back and forth against the blue sky background while absorbing the pounding. Alfonso banged me in that position for what seemed long minutes before his rhythm began to falter. As his ramming felt more erratic and rougher, my arms began slowly collapsing due to strong pushing to the point ...

... when he had me completely pinned down, flat on the ground. All of the front of my body, with the exception of my face, which he allowed me to lift, were interred in the marshy ground. His final groan came with a f***eful ejection of his plentiful seed into my bowels. After he was done pumping his last drops, his head collapsed on top of mine. It was not have been a marathon-like abuse similar to the one I received from the stranger stud I had met the week before, but Alfonso still gave me a really good fuck. Alfonso may have had the younger man’s endurance, but he sure had the intensity; and the care. He denied it later, but I swear he fell asl**p, if only for a minute, after he was done and drained. Nonetheless, I could still feel the slow, subtle swivel of his crotch against my ass cheeks, as if he was snuggling and looking for the comfort of his mate. But something I was absolutely sure about was that flaccid penis was still encrusted in my tender rectum. I felt good. I did not move. I placed my crossed arms under my face to keep it above the muck and I just laid there and relaxed. I just lay there under Alfonso, immersed in my thoughts looking at the sedimentation pond.