Ned Moore - Old men and?

Corri looked Harry right in the eyes. She watched his face intently as she leaned forward and began screwing up and down on his penis with a surprisingly smooth, erotic arching of her pelvis.

The child was performing a skillful, twisting, acutely effective copulation, a breathtaking bump-and-grind on his penis.

And she watched his face!

She said, "I can make you come in two minutes."

She slowly speeded her liquidly moving, narrow hips. Her lips parted and she began to pant lightly from the exertion, and from the sensation of sweetly jarring her opened vulva against his fat-padded, hairy pubic bone.

She did it. It seemed no time at all before Harry was puffing in the throes of his orgasm, existing in that special, all-consuming universe of keen pleasure as he shot his semen up against her child's cervix, as she clutched a roll of fat at his waist, and pounded fast and hard down on him with spasming need, her ten-year-old face flushed, twisted as if in pain, mouth wide for air.

When Corri slowed and at last sat still, Harry's penis continuing stiff in her, Marcia said, "That was good for both of you, wasn't it?"

Corri wriggled on the hardness in her. "You're still big."

Harry smiled triumphantly, but wanly. His heart was trip-hammering. "I'm more of a man than you thought." He nodded. "Keep it up if you want."

"Mom – you want to?"

"Not yet. It's up to Harry, dear." She touched his cheek, "You're all sweaty. You're almost as white as paper." She nodded minutely. "You took something, didn't you."

Corri began rocking on his hips, in the saddle of his lap. "I can get myself off again in a minute."

"Let him rest, baby. He has to last the night." Marcia watched Corri slide off Harry. She said to him, "Go take a shower. You're oozing perspiration."

He agreed. Only an hour had gone by and already he had climaxed twice. Plenty of time. He had yet to attend to Marcia.

He sat up and was dizzy for a few seconds. He got to his feet and trudged into the bathroom. His pulse was fluttering wildly. Harry began to pray a little: Dear God, a few more orgasms and you can have me. Let me fuck the mother with my extender on. Let me see her and the child use the long dildoe…

He turned on the shower. He adjusted the spray and stepped in. The hot spray felt good. Yes, a shower was a good idea. He didn't want to stink, and fat men sweated so easily. He felt better in a moment. He lathered and washed. He got an idea. He stepped out of the stall, the water still pelting down, and padded wetly into the dressing alcove.

Marcia was on the bed, unself-consciously working the head of the long double-dildoe into her pussy.

Corri had the TV on again and was ignoring her mother.

Marcia saw him. He waggled his finger at her. "Come to me. Bring with you that thing." He went back to the shower. He felt powerful now. His penis was sticking out, still hard, throbbing with a funny itch, like from inside.

Marcia came smiling into the bathroom, all white jiggling breasts and shapely legs. Her delta was a thick muff, a dramatic, real evidence of womanhood. She held the impossibly long pink latex dildoe in her left hand, and it swung like a soft truncheon.

Harry gestured her into the shower with him.

"I'll get my hair all wet…" But she obeyed. Water instantly streamed over her shoulders, between her udder like breasts, down her curving belly, into her bush, down her ivory, veined legs. Marcia laughed and lifted her oval face to the spray. Her long black hair was quickly sopping wet, plastered to her skull, her neck and shoulders. She let her mouth fill and overflow.

Harry laughed and was backed in a corner of the tiled stall; he bent and took a big, wet water-stimulated nipple into his mouth. Water pelted his face. He closed his eyes. As he suckled he put his hands between her thighs. His fingers entered her and found her clitoris. He put one hand around on her buttocks and followed with a curious finger a stream of hot water into the deep, narrow crevice between the full cheeks.

Marcia spat the running water from her mouth. She kissed Harry's wet gray hair. "Go ahead." She caressed his neck as his fingertip found her anus and pressed inward, as his other fingers rubbed her clitoris.

She pressed her rump back against his hand. She asked, over the hissing spray, "Are you an ass man, Harry? Want to fuck me there?"

He pushed his finger deeper into her anal sphincter. He gave up sucking her nipple to lift his head and kiss her on the lips. He answered, "Yes… and Corri, too? In the ass?"

"Of course, dear… you can fuck my little girl in the ass."

Harry trembled. He rotated his fingers on her clitoris. The inside of her large vulva was slippery, almost juicy with natural lubrication. Marcia was hot!

He plunged two fingers into her vagina. She was loose and deep. He slipped in a third finger.

She kissed him passionately.

He drove a second finger into her anus. The rubbery, puckered hole yielded reluctantly.

She jerked slightly, then pushed her ass back against his hand deep between her buttocks, seeking more penetration.

He wormed the fingers in to their second joints. He finger-fucked her with both hands. His penis stuck out like a white lever from the plump cave of his loins. He wanted to use his penis! It was hard, and he was ready. To hell with his heart!

Harry had an idea. It thrilled him. He told her, "Turn around." And at the same time he took the long, dangling, forgotten dildoe from her hand.

Marcia turned. "You want to fuck me in the ass, Harry?" He nodded. "Anywhere." She bent over. Some of her long black hair came unstuck from her shoulders and hung, swaying, running water in a cascade. She laughed and reached back to pull the fleshy white globes of her ass apart.

He wanted to try it… everything. He had never in his life done it in an ass. So why not now?

He cursed his interfering rolls and sags of belly. He pushed the head of his penis at the puckered brownish-red entrance. He pushed. He gripped her hips and pushed and felt the muscles yield.

His glans was in her asshole! He excitedly jabbed it in as far as his belly permitted. He hunched over her, straining and puffing. There was a forbidden pleasure… a squeezing friction in her asshole!

He remembered the dildoe in his left hand. He held it by one end and reached back behind his own buttocks and slid it in between his thighs, past his hanging scrotum, and nudged it into Marcia's crotch.

She was puzzled for an instant, then reached under and felt the latex head. "Harry – you old devil!"

She guided it into her vagina.

Harry slid it into her from behind his own ass. He didn't know how much of it was in her. His grip was on the opposite latex glans and his fist was thumping away below his buttocks, awkwardly, and he felt the shaft rubbing wetly between his thighs, jostling his scrotum.

Then he kept his gripping hand in place at the back of his crotch and fucked her in the ass again, with the dildoe moving with him. He was fucking her in two places at once! He laughed and grunted and fucked in the hot spraying water.

Marcia waggled her ass provocatively. "Can you make it this way, Harry? Can you come? God, you feel good in me… both of you." She laughed. "Would you believe I've never done this before? Oh, it's wild!"

Harry tightened his thighs on the dildoe. It was a part of him now; it was lodged snugly up against his crotch. He fucked hard and fast. He gasped and puffed and felt a weird, pressured glow in his penis. His glans was grazing in and out of Marcia's anus, right in the ring of clenching muscles. Beyond the sphincter was a nothingness, a softness that brought no sensation at all.

Marcia was in a stooping position, writhing her hips, jerking in smooth coital moves, hands braced on her knees. "Umm, God, Harry, it's getting to me…"