Chapter 4
(Mf, humil, cons, rough)
by Little Bree
To help out her dad and his growing romance with Paul's daughter, yet fearing the worse, Allie reluctantly agrees to 'babysit' the dirty old man while the love birds are away...
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It was raining. Again. For three days, it hadn't stopped raining. Neil said it was Maine's wettest August ever.
At first, Allie was thrilled. Bad weather meant no forced trips to the beach, and no awkward encounters with the perverted old man next door. She had all the time she could want to lay in bed and avoid the world.
Long quiet days, though, meant way too much time to think. Her summer had gotten progressively more humiliating, and she really didn't need endless time to reflect.
But that's what she did. For three days, she hid inside and relived all of it. The shower, the horrible thing on the deck, the awkward dinner and the humiliating spectacle under the stars that followed.
It wasn't the things he'd done to her, some of that was actually kind of fun, it was the way he'd done it. First he'd beaten and practically raped her on the porch. Then he'd played with her, mentally and physically, until he'd broken her down into a pathetic, pitiful slut and made her beg him to fuck her. And then, in some twisted act of mean spirited, mind-fucky assholeness, after he'd pushed her to the point of actually begging him to take her, he just came in her face and called her names.
How could she not hate him for that?
Of course, while she was busy hating him, she was also obsessively fixated on the things he'd done to her body and the things she wished he'd done. Was she really so pathetic that she still wanted the sick creep to have sex with her?� The thought of it made her want to vomit.
She stretched out on the creaky pull-out mattress and seriously wondered if anyone would care if she didn't get up at all.
She heard her dad's voice downstairs, talking to someone, (probably Neil since the boys wouldn't be up yet). He'd hardly been home in days, just making occasional pop-throughs to be sure his offspring hadn't starved while he spent every waking moment with Karen.��� Allie was honestly happy to see him so happy. He and Karen had progressed from hello to the honeymoon way, way too fast, but her dad hadn't had a girlfriend in years, so he was entitled to make up for lost time. And Karen seemed awesome, except for her sleaze bag father.
Too awake now to sleep, Allie lumbered down the steps to say hello. The rain wasn't letting up, and there'd be time to go back to bed later.
"Look who's up!" her dad shouted as she wandered into the kitchen. For 9AM, he was entirely too giddy. He probably had sex again.
"Look who's home!" she sassed back. "Did someone forget about his curfew?"� She poured herself a cup of coffee, only partly to see if he'd scold her for stunting her growth. He didn't.
"I'm sorry," he said earnestly. "I don't mean to neglect you guys. It's just..."
"It's okay, Dad," she said. She took a slow sip of the coffee and smiled. "You need this. Really!"� She hoped she wasn't too drowsy to sound genuine. "Besides," she said, "Neil only offered to sell Jeremy to those meth heads. They never finished the deal."
Neil laughed, too. "Those creeps tried to low ball me."
The three of them made small talk and sipped their breakfast for a while then. There was an almost eerie sense of happy-calm in the cabin that Allie, after the tumultuous days that preceded it, kind of dug.
"So," Neil finally asked. "What do you and the lovely Miss Karen have planned for today? Or are you slumming with us little people for a change?"
Allie's dad took a deep breath. "That sort of depends," he said. He paused a beat and Allie got nervous; pauses always mean trouble. "Karen and I talked about driving down to Bangor to see the Stormont Museum. She's never been, and, it's really unbelievable. I really want to take her down. But, you know, that's sort of an overnight trip."
Neil shrugged. "It's cool, brother. I can watch the kids again. Didn't expect you to be spending the night anyway."
Her dad smiled gratefully. "Thanks," he said. "But Karen's dad's actually the bigger problem. He had this heart episode thing a few months back.� Not a heart attack, but something like it I guess. She worries about leaving him alone, which is why she's up here staying with him."
Neil laughed. "Paul's a tough old guy. She shouldn't worry so much."
"I know," he said. "But Karen worries, and she's the one I have to convince."
He turned ominously towards Allie, and she felt her stomach knotting up before he even spoke. "We were sort of hoping you'd be willing to keep him company, Allie Cat. He really seems to like you, and it'd be a huge, huge favor for me. Think you might be able to help me out?"
Allie was, of course, mortified. That perverted old man had almost raped her (even if she'd technically almost raped him first, but that wasn't the point) and left her a disgusting cum covered mess on his porch. And now her dad was suggesting she spend a night, alone, in his cabin?� It was absurd!
Of course, her dad didn't know about any of that. He thought Paul was a harmless old man who liked watching stars. Explaining the reality of it would be very, very awkward for everyone involved.
Still, there was no way she could do it. She knew that. It was easily the worst idea anyone ever had.
"Allie?" he asked. "You okay?"
She hadn't said anything, she realized, for way too long. Awkward. She'd have to answer eventually. And what she'd say was no. It had to be. But the sad, pleading puppy dog look her dad gave her� made it... damn it... way too hard to disappoint him.
"You owe me," she said sourly. "Like expensive toys owe me. Computers and cars. Possibly jewels."
He was already gleeful and grinning. "We'll talk," he said. "But, thank you. This really means a lot."
"I know," she said. And she did. Which is the only reason she hadn't told him right then and there what a horrible person Paul really was.
Allie spent the rest of the morning and afternoon talking herself into it. She told herself it wouldn't be so horrible. He'd already done his worst, and she'd survived. If anything, this was a good thing; with no one there to hide behind, she could demand answers for the things he'd done. It'd clear things up and let her move on with her life. There was only a very small chance he�d rape and murder her, and if he didn�t, they could just move on. Piece of cake!
Hours later, though she was standing frozen in the rain outside Paul's cabin, getting drenched and dreaming up excuses.
She was determined to keep herself covered, so she'd borrowed a sweatshirt from her dad that was way too big; it hung almost to her knees on the bottom, and the sleeves were way longer than her arms. It managed to cover her from her knees to her neck behind a shapeless grey blob, but, she now realized, it was also very, very absorbent. Soaked with rain water, it felt like it weighed more than she did.
If she didn�t go inside, eventually, the stupid sweatshirt would crush her. It would be the dumbest possible way to die. But for now, she was willing to risk it.
She had no idea what the night would hold.� Well, no, that wasn't true. She had a really good idea what the night would hold if Paul had his way; she'd be naked and at his mercy... all night. The only mystery was what twisted mind games he'd decide to play.
"Aren't you coming inside?"� Paul was standing on his porch, with an umbrella, one story up from where Allie stood frozen. He was smirking, of course.
"Maybe," she shouted. In her head, it sounded defiant.
"It's drier inside," he said.
"Maybe I don't want to be dry," she answered.
"Don't worry," he said, and chuckled. "I'm sure we can keep you wet." Allie groaned. Had she really walked into that one?
She stopped responding and hated that he probably took that as a win in whatever mental contest he thought they were having.
"The sweatshirt," he called, "when it's wet like that, it really hugs your tits so nicely."
"Things like that," she shouted. "That's why I'm not coming in."
She watched him roll his eyes. "I'll be inside," he said. "Be careful on the steps when you do come up. They can get slippery."
Allie seethed. That smug asshole. She knew how to work steps.
She thought about turning around and going home, but she knew as well as he did that it wasn't a real option. It would mean having to tell her dad what happened, and there was no way she wanted to do that. Standing in the rain wasn't accomplishing anything, though, it was just making her wet. And not even the fun kind of wet.
She took a deep breath to steel her nerves, and reminded herself that the pervy old man wasn't in charge. She didn't have to let him control her. He owed her explanations and she'd make him give them.
So she went in.
Just like that, counting down from three and charging up the stairs. Her knees didn't even quiver until she was standing inside, dripping wet and standing face to face with a grinning, triumphant Paul.
But then, as quickly as it had come, the confidence subsided and left nothing but panic. This, she knew, was a very bad idea.
"About time," the old man said, nonchalantly. "I was starting to think I'd have to come fuck you out in the rain."
He was standing in the kitchen, pouring a glass of wine and looking over at her in the big open living room. They were a dozen feet apart, but Allie still felt too close, like he was hovering on top of her.� She couldn't respond or move. She just stood there, dripping wet and seething.
Finally, she mustered up enough self respect to wipe the water out of her eyes and pull back her hair. "Don't make fun of me," she snapped sternly. "This isn't a fucking game.�
�Isn�t it?� he asked. �The performance in that shower? The writhing around on my deck like a whore? All of that was somehow very, very serious act of seduction then?�� He took a long sip from his wine. �Forgive my ignorance, then, Allie, I thought for sure this had to be a twisted, slutty little game for you.�
She choked back curse words as her cheeks burned red.
"No,� she stammered meekly. �No! You�you practically raped me. Not even �practically.� On the porch, that�s exactly what you did. You raped me!�
He walked closer, close enough that he could�ve reached out and touched her, but he didn�t. Instead he stood and stared, the same infuriating sneer on his face. �Did I?� he asked. �That�s funny. Your memory starts to go when you�re my age. But I distinctly recall that day.� I went over to Neil�s place and made some dumb little tart cum so hard she screamed about it. Then she sucked me off like a good little whore, just like she�d done the day before. When she thought I was helpless and senile.�
He was grinning like the Cheshire cat. Allie couldn�t stand to look him in the eye.
�But, like I said, my memory isn�t what it used to be.�
Allie fought back angry tears and stared off at the wall behind him. How dare he try to compare what she did with the horrible things he�d done to her!
Paul let her stew silently, and found a seat on the long couch opposite the kitchen, angled so he could see her from all of ten feet away. The distance didn�t matter; wherever he was, however low he sat, they could both sense that he was towering over the little girl in front of him.
�But I have to know,� he said. �If it isn�t a game, and I really did �rape� you, then what in the world are you doing here now?�
Allie started to stutter a defense, but she still couldn�t come up with one. �Go to hell,� she muttered.
�Soon enough,� he smirked. �Though I don�t think a girl like you will be too far behind when I get there.� He made a point to stretch out very casually, letting her know in no uncertain terms how lightly he was taking all of this.
Silent, Allie had nothing to say, so she stood there, trembling, humiliated and...
For a few moments, there was silence as Paul seemed to enjoy letting her stew in the awkwardness. Allie thought about just leaving.� No one would blame her for escaping this monster, and even having to explain her own sordid role in the affair would be worth putting an end to further humiliations. But, she didn�t move. Something in the back of her mind kept her frozen in place in spite of her better judgment.
Seemingly bored with the one-sided standoff, Paul stood up and walked away into the hallway at the back of the big living room. He returned a moment later with a folded bath towel, which he tossed to Allie.� �It�s going to be a long night,� he said, �you may as well get out of those soaking wet clothes.�
Allie scoffed. �In front of you?�
Paul shrugged. �Unless you prefer to shiver.�
She cringed. With the air conditioner blasting inside the cabin, the heavy, wet clothes were only getting more and more uncomfortable.
�But if I take my clothes off,� she said, �how do I know you won�t� you know.�
Paul smiled. �You don�t,� he said. �Funny thing, that. You�re young, healthy, in fantastic shape, but even the feeblest old man can overpower and mount you if he decides he wants to. Being a girl must be awful.�
Allie got chills at that, mostly because it was a terrifying thing to say, but she also couldn�t entirely ignore that the crude severity of it got her ever so slightly excited, too.
�But,� Paul continued, �I don�t think you�ll make me rape you. You�re still standing there because something in the back of your mind is so eager to be filled up by me, that you�re willing to risk every horrible thing I might do to you, everything I almost certainly will do to you, for a chance to get fucked by me. Admit it or not, I know what a slut like you wants.�
Another long silence followed. Allie still didn�t know what to say. Was he right? Is that what she wanted? The other night, on the balcony, she�d certainly begged for it. And before that, on Neil�s porch, sure he�d basically raped her face, but before that he�d made her cum like such a dirty slut.� And even before that, in the shower, she was the one who started all of this.
Her heart was pounding and her knees were weak. She couldn�t explain the way he made her feel. How could she be so simultaneously eager and terrified?
When she finally forced herself to look up from the floor, Allie found Paul still staring through her, relentless and unfazed by the long silences. She was too on edge to think straight, almost nauseated and overwhelmed.� But not him. For a feeble old man, he sure was sturdy.
Allie took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and reached around to unsnap her shorts and lower the zipper. She started to tug them down, and Paul smiled as the wet fabric clung to her smooth teenage thighs, forcing the little girl to gyrate and wiggle them loose until they finally slid below her shaking knees.
She tossed the little brown shorts aside, and it felt somehow like a triumph. Then, in spite of the anger and fear, or maybe because of them, she actually smiled.
The giant grey sweatshirt was next. It would have been so easy to just leave it on, it hung over her like a blanket, but she�d crossed a line in her mind, a point of no return.� Escaping under a blanket was no longer an option. The wet shirt weighed a ton, soaked up with all of that rain, but she lifted it straight up over her head and let it fall by the shorts with a wet, soggy, thud.
The white tank-top beneath it had soaked straight through. It clung to her like a transparent, second skin. She knew Paul could see the bright red bra straight through it. The matching panties were no better, soaked as they were, and clinging tight to her pussy.
This should have been humiliating. It was humiliating. But as she peeled off that tight, soaking wet top, she couldn�t stop smiling. Not just a small, sliver of a smile, either; a big, giddy, flirting smile.
�You look so slutty in red,� Paul said.
He was still taunting, no doubt, but she liked it. �I feel so slutty in red,� she giggled.
Paul could see he�d won. He�d stared down the little girl�s inhibitions, and when she�d finally given up resisting those carnal urges, she found herself liberated, free and dying to finally be fucked. It�s what he expected, what he knew was coming from the moment he�d followed her into that shower, but the payoff was still exhilarating.
The old man looked at his watch. Allie wondered if this was all still an act, his trying to be so nonchalant. Who did he think he was fooling? The bulge in his pants was undeniable!
When he finally stepped close and embraced her, planting a soft kiss on her young lips while pawing at her tight teenage ass, Allie practically swooned. It was like she�d been waiting forever for that touch and hadn�t even realized it.
�Come on up-stairs,� he whispered. �I want to screw you in the shower.�
Allie grinned. How appropriate!
The old man guided the small teenager up the stairs, trailing behind with his hands constantly on her ass and thighs. Every touch made Allie beam.
Was this really happening? Was she really about to have sex with a guy older than her grandfather? It was easily the sluttiest thought that had ever crossed her mind, like the most sordid sort of porn movie, but it was rapidly becoming her reality. It was all happening way too fast, but she couldn�t stand the thought of stopping it! And, of course, if her life was turning into a real-world porn movie, Paul�s master bath was the perfect set for it.
"Holy shit,� said Allie breathlessly, as she took it in. The shower, which Paul practically tripped over himself to turn on, was one of those giant marble and glass ones, with like six heads pointing in from every direction. It sat in the center of a spacious, marble bathroom, with a separate Jacuzzi tub, skylights, soft lighting and fancy French looking art. It was the nicest bathroom she�d ever seen.
Not that Paul let her stop to take it all in or anything! While the water warmed, he pulled her in tight for another kiss, open mouthed with lots of tongue. Then his hands dove eagerly for her breasts.
�You have fantastic tits,� he said as he pawed through the wet bra. �Big handfuls full of flesh, but still perky as hell. Only a teenager has tits like those!� He unclasped and pulled away her bra, then just stared for a brief happy moment before the pawing resumed.
Allie felt dumb when that made her blush, but got over it quick when his pawing turned to squeezing. �Ouch!� she chided. �Not so hard!�
Instead of pulling back though, Paul tightened his grip on both tits, squeezing hard enough to illicit a yelp of genuine pain.
Allie jerked herself free and pulled her arms across her chest, but not before he�d reduced her to tears. Where had that sudden stroke of viciousness come from?
�Don�t cry, you little bitch,� Paul snarled. �You know better than to tell me no. Sluts don�t get to say no!�
�I�m� I�m sorry,� she mumbled. She heard the words coming out of her mouth, but could hardly believe she was saying them.
�Good slut,� he said. Then he smiled big and grabbed her breast again, hard, and squeezed. It hurt, bad, but she forced herself to smile until he finished.
�I�m just nervous,� she explained, giggling shyly. Her breasts still stung.
�You�re also dumb, but you�ll learn.� He said it so matter of factly, like he was calling her blonde. �Lose the damned panties and get in the shower.�
Allie did as she was told, with a giddy bounce in her step. He was abusing and insulting her, but still all she wanted him to do was fuck her.
The hot water against her skin made her think again of the last time she�d been fucked in a shower, when Josh gave her that first orgasm, and the way she�d turned so uninhibited and slutty for Paul when she thought he was just a senile old man.� The memories made her feel so perverse, so slutty, but they barely compared to what she was allowing to happen now. It sounded so torrid when she narrated it out in her head, 'I�m a 15 year old girl, standing naked in a shower, waiting to get fucked, fucked hard by a 73 year old man!'
Allie was so caught up in her own eager thoughts that she barely noticed Paul sliding up behind her. The feel of his massive, steely hard cock against the small of her back filled her with lust and terror.
�Is that for me?� she asked sweetly.
�Every inch,� he said. �And you�re going to take it, too.�
She turned to face him, catching the big dick in her hand and stroking it softly. �I know,� she said with a smile, � 'cause sluts like me don�t get to say no.�
His cock twitched at that, and Allie was proud.
He raised her up against the tile wall, so they stared eye to eye. �I�m going to make sure it hurts, too,� he said. �Still going to take it?�
Allie could feel that massive cock, bobbing around between her thighs, moving close to her pussy lips. She shook her head �yes� like an eager child.
�And I�m going to cum inside of you, whether you like it or not,� he said. �Still gonna take it?�
She bit her lower lip, the way she always did when she got excited. His cock was pressed up against her wet hole, a thrust of the hips away from filling her. �Yes,� she managed. �Oh, my God, yes!�
Paul smiled. �I own you, don�t I, bitch?�
Allie beamed. �I�m yours,� she cooed. �Do whatever you want to me!�
Paul simultaneously thrust forward and dropped the petite teen onto his cock, and in an instant, with one swift stroke, his massive cock was buried deep in Allie�s tight, teenage cunt.
�OH, MY GOD!� she screamed despite having the wind knocked out of her. Shoved up inside of her, it felt even more massive than she�d expected. It was like being impaled on a fence post. Without giving a moment for her cunt to adjust, he quickly lifted and then dropped her again and again and again.� It crossed her eyes, but every hard, painful thrust felt so amazing.
�It�s so big,� she moaned as he pounded away at her tiny body. �Ooooh my God, I can hardly take it. Ohhhh.�
�Oh, yeah,� Paul grunted. �You�re so fucking tight!�
Of course she was tight, she thought. She was a small girl with a nearly-virgin pussy, and his dick was freaking huge! As long as her forearm and wider than her fist, it didn�t so much slip into her as storm its way in.
It would�ve hurt no matter how gentle Paul tried to be, though he didn�t actually try. Every time she winced, he bucked harder and faster, like making her cry was the only thing that�d make him cum. Allie wondered if it really was.
After a few minutes of brutal breathless pounding against the tiled wall, he swung her around onto the shower floor. She collapsed onto her hands and knees, her chest heaving and her knees still quivering. Immediately she missed the feel of that big hard cock inside of her, and longed for him to shove back in.
�Crawl, you little bitch,� he snarled. �Wiggle that tight little ass of yours in the air for me.�
Like an obedient little dog, a fucking bitch,� Allie did as she was told, lowering her face to the wet floor and wiggling her tight, little 15 year old bottom in front of the old man. She giggled as she did it, too, like an empty headed slut. She couldn�t believe she was really doing this.
�Oh, yeah,� he smiled. With his bare flat hand he slapped her ass cheek, hard enough to make her squeal. �You look like such a sexy little whore like that. Tight little ass up on display, big tits hanging under you. Don�t you feel like a fucking little whore?�
How could she not? �I doooo,� she moaned. �I�m your whore.�
He wrapped his hands around her hips and she felt him position himself behind her, that big dick that she missed so terribly, bobbing at the mouth of her wet pussy lips.
�That�s right, bitch� he said. �You are my whore. And from now on, you�re going to do whatever twisted, perverse shit I say. Understood? Your fucking body is mine, little girl.�
And of course she grunted, �Uh huh,� like the empty headed whore she�d suddenly become. Anything to get that cock back inside of her!
He pushed back into her.
�Tell me how old you are, bitch,� he grunted.
�You� know,� she panted. His strokes were harder, faster, deeper every time. The positioning, too, with her face buried in the tile, and her ass raised up in the air, made it hard to catch her breath.
�Fucking tell me anyway, little girl!� he snarled.
�Fif�fifteen!� she managed. �I�m fifteen!�
"Fucking fifteen years old,� he smiled, pounding even harder still, once again intent on making her hurt. �Fucking fifteen years old with a wrinkly 73 year old cock buried in your wet little cunt!�
That almost did it for her, hearing it repeated back to her. Of course he remembered how old she was, he just wanted to be reminded while he defiled her that she was just a little girl!
She smiled and pushed her hips back into his furious thrusts. �Oh yeah, fuck my tight, fifteen year old pussy, you dirty, foul old man!�
His face was flush and his thrusts quickened even more, like water on the brink of boiling. �I�m� going� to cum in you, little slut!� he almost shouted.
For a moment, Allie reflexively panicked� guys aren�t supposed to cum inside of you, not unless you�re on the pill. But Paul wasn�t just a guy. He owned her, and she swore she wouldn�t say no to anything!
�Fuck!� he shouted out loud, and all of his muscles stiffened. �FUUUUUUCKKKK!� Inside her over stuffed twat, she could feel his dick jerking and throbbing. He was cumming inside of her!
�Yes!� she screamed, �YES!� The wet sensation between her legs was exhilarating. She wanted to drown in it.
From the height of his fucking, Paul slowly decelerated, with Allie grinding back against him the whole while. Before long, his limp dick slid out of her well lubed cunt, and she finally stood upright.
They both stood, beneath the running water, breathless and exhausted, gazing silently at each other and smiling. Allie hadn�t cum even, but it was still somehow the most sexually satisfying encounter of her whole, young life. She wanted it again, and again after that as often as he�d give it to her.
�Was I worth the wait?� she teased him.
He smiled back warmly, which was odd for a man who�d spent days tormenting her. �We�ll see,� he said. �The night is young.�
That was all it took to get Allie�s heart pumping again. She was his for the night now, at his disposal and mercy. There was no limit to the things that could happen, and she couldn�t wait!
Paul idly soaped up and rinsed himself, then stepped out of the shower. �There�s a towel on the shelf there,� he said. �That�s all the clothes you�re gonna need. Get cleaned up and rested now, �cause it�s going to be a long night for you.�
�Okay,� she said, and gave a playful salute. She thought it was cute, but he didn�t really smile. She must have exhausted him.
Then she was alone, still reeling from all that had finally happened. She knew that was, undeniably, about the sluttiest thing a girl could possibly do, but she�d loved every filthy second of it. And the thought of doing it again (all night long!) was almost too much to handle. She laughed out loud at how silly she�d been to resist all of this.
She spent a long several minutes letting the shower heads go to work on her sore body and daydreaming about things to come. She could hear Paul at work downstairs, the occasional clang of a pot or movement of furniture. He was a noisy cook alright!
It was a little jarring to finally shut off the water and step out into the cool bathroom, but Allie wrapped up tight in a big fluffy white towel.
She found a brush in the drawer, probably Karen�s, and lingered to comb her long hair while she studied her reflection in the impressively fog-free mirror. Her face was still her face, pretty but girlish, but she felt certain there was something different there now, maybe in the eyes, something mischievous and naughty, a little flicker or spark that said she was the sort of girl who�d let a 73 year old man fuck her like a whore. Whatever it was, she liked it!
Wrapped in the towel playfully, she stopped one last time to check her hair, then bounced happily down the stairs for whatever came next.
She found Paul on the deck, stark naked, poking at a pair of chicken breasts on the grill. The rain had stopped for the first time in days, and for at least a short while before dark, the sun was shining. It felt like too perfect a metaphor.
"Dinner won�t be long,� said Paul, his voice mellower than before. �There�s wine on the table. Relax a bit.�
Allie smiled dreamily and poured herself a glass. Her body was tingling from head to toe, an almost electric sort of glow that she�d never felt before. It was close to exhaustion, but not at all tired. Romance novelists probably had a word for it, but she didn�t know what it was.
She stood against the deck railing and gazed out at the scenery. The other times she�d been out here, she�d been too preoccupied to appreciate what a great view it was. Maine, after a long rain, with the soft pink rays stretching to the west and darkness slowly drifting in from the ocean, really was beautiful. There was a cool breeze blowing, just hard enough to barely ruffle her wet hair. It was like a postcard come to life.
�Not bad, eh?� said Paul. He slid up behind her, arms across her chest and that big, steely cock pressed against her back.
Allie giggled and sipped her wine. �Not bad at all,� she said.
Without a second thought for modesty or the shame, he loosened the young girl�s towel and let it drop to the floor. As if by instinct, she parted her legs and bent ever so slightly forward over the rail.
His cock, rigid and throbbing, slid deep into her already sopping pussy. She was still holding the wine glass, and only let go the softest of whimpers as his hips pounded into her backside. He didn�t say a word, he just fucked into her hard and deep, the staccato slapping contact of his groin against her buttocks ran out into the night.
Over the sounds of their copulation, Allie could just make out the soft sounds of waves crashing in the distance, as the dirty old man pounded away at her wet teenage cunt. She loved being filled by him. She loved the way he so clearly wanted her. She loved that he just took charge like he did. Mostly though, she loved the way it felt to be such a bad little girl for a change!
She thought right then of Jason. If only he could see her now, she thought. But as the old man�s pace quickened and she knew he was about to drop another load into her unprotected pussy, she was finally glad she had been dumped.��Her new boyfriend was soooo much better!
THE END of ALLIE AND THE OLD MAN
Hope you enjoyed the whole story, and if so, please let Little Bree know... Art Martin
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