dark alley and passion - Sex Stories

dark alley and passion

... and shook, cumming hard as the teen flooded his nasty cock with her own juices, saved up for 18 long years. She gushed her orgasm in waves, each building again and again like she was climbing to a higher level of pleasure with each one. She began to laugh and cry as she came, kissing and licking the grunting, sweating face of the elderly man beneath her. Suddenly, his eyes flew open as well and she became a little alarmed and very aroused by the fire she saw in them. Gone was the sweet face of her portly lover, replaced by the savage mask of a man. His powerful hands dug bruises into her thin hips as he pulled her far up on his cock, until the very tip was just inside her, then he slammed her down onto himself, knocking the air from her. She bounced and squeaked as she was no longer in control of her body, it was just a plaything to him as her blonde hair flew up and around, her arms flailing as he pounded his thick cock into her slick channel. Bellowing like an old bull, he bucked his fat legs up one last time, jarring her pelvis as he slammed her down to meet him, cumming deep inside her. Kristi groaned at the newest feeling; jets of thick, scalding hot liquid filled her inside. She could instantly feel his rigid cock becoming even more slippery (if that were possible) inside her. She could feel the wonderful, sensual pressure of his thick manly juices pulse into her, pushing into her once-virgin womb. Kristi shuddered with goosebumps in the Indian heat as her body ...

... throbbed with pleasure, filled with the cum of a man. Returning from his savage, feral nature to his normal, kindly old self, the old man pulled Kristi back onto him, petting and stroking her silky blonde hair as he murmured gentle words in his language to her. They lay there in the alleyway, soaked in sweat and cum as she rested atop him, taking strength from his giant form while his once-raging cock now softened and slipped from her wet pussy. Sighing contentedly, Kristi had one last thing she wanted to do for her fat lover, to show her appreciation and Christian love to him. Smiling impishly to him, she slid down and took his wet, sticky cock in her hands and began to lick it clean, carefully running her pink tongue over every surface, slurping up and swallowing their combined salty juices. She inhaled deeply, trying to impress onto her nasal membranes the sickly yet sexy stench of his unwashed crotch that was the author of all of her pleasures. Dipping down, her tongue found his gray-haired nutsack; it too was wet and frothy with her cream and she dutifully rolled each thick ball in her mouth until he was slick and clean. The flecks of dead skin and pasty goo she dug out of the folds of fat down there were bitter and harsh, but combined with his semen and her cunt juice, they went down her throat easily. Kristi had secretly hoped that her tongue would revive his aged cock, but it seems the old man had spent himself for the day. By the time she rose from his flabby legs, he had ...