Chapter 4
It was all very simple, Sarah had explained, but Jimmy didn't feel that sure about anything.
He watched, with a sour expression as she pulled the tarp that covered Henry's old car and threw it aside. It hadn't been run in years, and the boy was doubtful that anything could really be done.
"This old hunk of crap isn't going ten miles," he sighed, shaking his head in disgust. "I'm telling you, Sarah, it's really a lost cause, here!"
Sarah glared at him angrily. "Now you listen to me, Jimmy Parker," she growled. "If you want to ever fool around with me again, I don't want to hear another negative word out of you, understand?"
Jimmy sighed bitterly. "How can I fight that ultimatum?" he groaned. "You have me, where you want me, I suppose. I'll do my best, but I still don't like it!"
Sarah watched as he worked on the car, explaining to him, between handing him tools, how she proposed to do the job. What she intended was to get Henry out of the house and into the car after her Uncle and Aunt had left the next morning.
"I'm going to tell them we're taking him on a picnic, so they won't suspect anything," she explained. "By the time we get going and they get home, we should be in New York."
Jimmy agreed with her that the idea was sound, but he didn't know that she had no intention of informing Henry about the nature of their trip either. She was too afraid he would back out if he knew about it in advance, and she knew she didn't have the time or strength to argue with him.
Jimmy worked all afternoon, pausing only to sip from the cold sodas that she brought him. It was late evening before he was done, but finally, he got the engine purring on the old car, and after a little while, had the idle up tight.
He stood back and smiled at his work. "Not a bad job if I do say so myself," he sighed. "I really never thought I would get the thing going."
"Fine, just be here after about seven," she said. She pushed him away when he tried to kiss her. "And none of that until we get to New York, either!"
"God damn," he moaned, reaching in to shut the engine off. "You sure drive a hard bargain, Sarah Carney, I'll give you that much."
She laughed softly and allowed him an affectionate peck on the cheek. "It comes from Henry," she explained, merrily. "He's the tough one in the family!"
Bright and early the next morning, Sarah saw her Uncle and Aunt off in his truck then paced the screened-in porch nervously until she saw Jimmy Parker peddling up the dirt road on his bike.
Quickly she entered the house and found her grandfather sitting at the kitchen table in his pajamas. She sat down and leaned across the table, shaking him gently out of his day dream.
"Henry, how about a picnic?" she asked, brightly. "Jimmy got your old car running, what do you say to taking a drive down to the lake for awhile?"
The old man smiled. "Why, Sarah, that sounds like a marvelous idea," he laughed. "I don't know when the last time was that I was on a picnic! I'd love to!"
Breathing a sigh of relief, Sarah hurried the old man into his bed room and told him to dress as quickly as he could. While he was doing that, she hurried packed a big, straw basket full of as much food and drink as she could fit in the square container.
By the time Henry came out of his room, dressed simply in slacks and a shirt, she was ready. She sighed and handed the basket to Jimmy then all three of them climbed into the front seat of the car.
Jimmy turned the engine over and they moved slowly down toward the gate. Sarah placed the note she had written to her aunt and uncle in the mailbox, then nodded and they took off down the road.
"Sure is a fine day for a picnic," Henry mused, smiling back and forth between the two teenagers. "Why, this is going to be a lot of fun. I can't wait to see how the lake looks these days."
"Sure, Henry, it's going to be a lot of fun," laughed Sarah, nervously, avoiding the puzzled stares that Jimmy was giving her. "Just try and relax, okay?"
She glanced down the road and saw, in the distance, her uncle's car tearing back down the road toward them. She screamed at Jimmy to turn down a dirt road and the boy gunned the car with a screech and tore down the road before Frank was upon them.
He pulled up with a jerk and glared at her. "Don't do that again, will you?" he growled. "I thought you were going out of your mind for a minute!"
Henry looked back and forth between them and cocked his eye. "Say, what are you kids up to here?" he asked slowly. "How come you didn't want to run into Frank?"
Jimmy groaned, resting his head on the steering wheel. "You didn't tell him," he moaned. "I knew it, I knew it! Damn, I swear sometimes I want to strangle you!"
"Hold on here," Henry interrupted. "Now, Sarah, you don't have any picnic in mind, do you? Come on, honey, you'd better tell me what's going on."
"Ohh, Henry, Henry," sobbed the girl, fighting to keep from breaking into tears. "Frank's going to put you in a home next week!"
Henry laughed and shook his head. "Why, no he isn't honey, whatever gave you that crazy idea" he chuckled. "Why, he's always threatening to do something, but he never does."
"This time he will, Henry, I heard him telling Aunt Carol," the girl said urgently, peering intently into the old man's eyes. "He says you just can't be handled anymore, that you do crazy things! I've heard the lies he tells about you in town! No, Henry, this time he means it!"
"Well, maybe so, honey," sighed her grandfather. He shook his head and tried to smile at her. "Who knows, maybe he's right, maybe I ought to be in a home."
"No, no, no, he isn't right, and that's why we're going to New York," the girl hissed, shaking her head determinedly. "We're taking you to Aunt Lois and Uncle Walter! They'll help us!"
Henry laughed and shook his head once more. "New York! Why honey, that's a long ways off," he chuckled. "I don't know if I'm up to a trip like that."
"Well, if you really don't want to go, Mister Carney," Jimmy said, breaking into the conversation. "I guess we really don't have to."
"Jimmy!" shouted Sarah. She turned her head to her grandfather again. "Please, Henry, please. I don't want you in a home, I don't, I don't!"
The old man wrapped his arm around the sobbing girl and drew her tight to his chest. She was shivering uncontrollably, her quiet sounds of crying cutting into his heart like a knife.
"Well, well, me going to New York," he said at last, his voice barely above a whisper. "Well, kids, if we're going to do it, we might as well get started. On to New York, then!"
Sarah shouted in delight and nodded to Jimmy. He shook his head, a sour grin on his lips and turned the engine over, bringing the car to life. Slowly he backed out onto the highway, and then they were off.
They drove all day and deep into the evening. Henry slept on and off, seemingly content and totally undisturbed by the long journey. Jimmy and Sarah, however, were growing tired and searching for a place to stay.
They were driving along a deserted highway around nine when they had the flat that Jimmy had been dreading since the beginning of the trip. The tire went with a quiet, but insistent hiss and he groaned, rolling the car to a stop.
"Damn," he moaned, kicking the flattened wheel. "I'll have to find another one somewhere. I wish you had found that spare, Sarah, I really do."
"Well, I didn't, and that's that," she sighed. She glanced up at the sky and frowned at the clouds overhead. "It looks like rain, we'd better find a place to spend the night, don't you think?"
The boy nodded and peered into the darkness that surrounded them. "I think I see a light up ahead. Maybe it's a house," he said, hopefully. "At any rate, we should be able to get indoors, let's go."
Slowly they made their way down the highway toward the light in front of them. Henry was breathing a little deeply, but he smiled at Sarah and shook his head.
"Don't worry, honey, I'm okay," he assured her. "Just need a bed to lay down it for awhile, that's all!"
The girl took hold of his hand and held it tightly as they walked along. They had almost reached the house when Jimmy stopped short and gave it a close inspection.
It was a large building, obviously a person well off had built it, though it seemed to have fallen a little below the original standards with the passing of time. There was a light above the porch and they made there way toward that.
Sarah tapped at the door, loudly, and in a few moments a tall, middle-aged woman with an ample figure and obviously dyed red hair answered the door. She had a cigarette dangling from her lips and a bemused grin in her eyes.
"What are you looking for, honey," she said giving Sarah the once over then glancing behind her at the man and boy. "You look pretty beat up, here."
"It's my grandfather, we're ... we're going to New York to see his brother," she stammered. "Our car broke down and we're kind of stranded."
"Be right nice, Mam, if you could put us up for the night," Henry suddenly said. "The kids have been driving all day, and I'm a little wore out myself."
"We won't be any trouble," Sarah pleaded. "Jimmy and I don't even need a bed, just one for my grandfather, that's all."
The woman stared at them for a moment, then broke into a fit of laughter that shocked all of them. She leaned against the door frame and held her jiggling belly, as it rumbled wildly, threatening to burst the seems of her tight dress.
"Well, I've had every kind of person in the world here, I guess," she chuckled. "But never an old man and his two grand kids. It ought to do my reputation a hell of a lot of good. Sure, come on in!"
With a squeal of delight, Sarah led Henry and Jimmy past the woman who was holding the door open for them. She led them beyond a parlor that was occupied by half a dozen other women in nightgowns and underwear.
Once they reached a large kitchen, she offered them some dinner and they eagerly sat down at a large wooden table and dug into the food set before them. As they ate, they noticed other women, dressed much like the ones in the parlor, coming in and out of the kitchen.
"It must be some kind of boarding house," mused Sarah at one point. "For women only, you know?" »
Henry and Jimmy looked at each other, and then both of them burst into loud, long gales of laughter. Sarah glanced back and forth between them, her confusion growing quickly to anger as she tried to figure out what was so funny.
Henry patted her hand, affectionately. "Honey, this is no boarding house," he chuckled wickedly. "This is the domain of the ladies of the evening!"
"It's a whore house, Sarah," Jimmy said sourly. He shook his head in disgust. "Sometimes you can be so dense, I can't believe it!"
Sarah's eyes went wide with shock as she noticed a young woman, more a girl actually, enter the kitchen in a starkly see-through nightgown and unconcernedly get herself a glass of milk from the refrigerator.
"Why, I haven't been in a house of ill repute since, hell, I was a boy," Henry chuckled. He gazed fondly at the scantily clad young woman and she winked back at him. "Always have fond memories of them, though, the ladies were so nice."
Sarah felt distinctly nervous, now. Surrounded by all this female flesh, she realized she was feeling more than a little jealousy, and a whole hell of a lot more inadequate, considering how well built most of the women were.
"Damn, Sarah, you look about seven different shades of green," Jimmy said in a mocking tone of voice. "Sure is dazzling, I'll say that much."
Henry turned and gazed at Sarah, fondly. "Now, now, honey, don't you fret," he said warmly. "Remember, Sarah, it's quality, not quantity that counts. I'd advise you to remember that, Jimmy Parker."
The young boy blushed and bowed his head in embarrassment. Sarah laughed at the tables being turned and began to relax. What an adventure this was turning out to be! The kids at school just wouldn't believe it!
After they had finished their meals, the woman, Miss Rose, showed them to their rooms. Henry got a small, comfortably decorated room at one end of the hall, and Jimmy and Sarah, at Sarah's insistence, got another, at the far end.
Jimmy was a little grumpy at not having his own room, but Sarah set him straight on that. "You're not here for fun, Jimmy Parker," she told him flatly. "You need your sleep and so do I. So let's go to bed and get some rest."
"Christ, Sarah, you're about as much fun as a wet blanket on a rainy night," Jimmy groaned, slipping under the sheets beside her, moaning in despair as he realized she was still clad in her bra and panties.
She leaned over once, took him in her arms and kissed him passionately, while stroking his naked prick with her hand. As the shaft began to grow, she gave it one final squeeze and turned over on her side again.
"That should keep your interest until we get to New York," she giggled, then closed her eyes and laughed silently at his frustrated moans.
Down at the other end of the hall, Henry was sleeping lightly in his bed, his mind half awake and half in the depths of his unconscious. He was dreaming, partially of Sarah, again.
He noticed, vaguely, when the door to his room gently swung open. He moaned slightly at the intruder, rolling over on his side. "Sarah, is that you, Sarah?" he called out in a sleepy whisper.
The young whore that had been in the kitchen earlier tip-toed to the bed, chuckling softly. "Sure, daddy, that's who I am, if you want me to be," she whispered in a teasing voice. "I'll be Sarah, daddy, I sure will!"
She sat down at the edge of the bed and gazed down at the old man's rather confused features. Tenderly she ran her fingertips along his heavily lined cheek, sighing softly and shaking her head.
"You're a handsome old man, you know that, daddy?" she laughed softly. She draped one knee over the other and swung it back and forth absently. "Old momma Rose said to take care of you, so I guess I will. I think you'll be the oldest guy I ever had, that ought to be something."
Henry was still in the midst of a semi-dream world. To him, the lovely young woman was his granddaughter and while he wondered if this was a dream or really real, he really didn't care one way or the other.
He felt the young girl brushing aside the sheet that covered his body and gazing down at his pajama clad frame. She bent over and pressed her lips to his, kissing him softly with her luscious, pliant petals.
Henry groaned at the delightful contact. He knew this was more than a dream, now, and he shuddered as the delightful girl roamed her warm, succulent petals back and forth over his own, kissing him with increasing hunger.
If she had expected an urgent, frantic response from him, due to his age, she was pleasantly surprised to find him quite calm and relaxed under her kiss. He lay there, hardly doing more than slipping his arm around her shoulders to draw her tighter to him, his free hand not attempting to touch her at all.
"Well, well, this is rather nice, daddy," she chuckled softly, her lovely lips fluttering erotically against his own. "Ummm, you kiss real nice, old man, just like you should, to make me feel good."
Henry groaned as he felt her tongue darting back and forth across his teeth, slicing between them wickedly in an attempt to pry them apart. Willingly he allowed the girl to open his mouth and quickly slither her precious little tongue past his teeth.
Hungrily the girl attacked his own trembling spear. She slashed and lathered the dart, gently entwining her own precious arrow around his and drawing his mouth tight over her lovely, pliant petals.
They kissed deeply, the girl's hand riding down over the front of his pajama top, tugging on the buttons and pulling them free. "Umm, what a strong body you have, daddy," she murmured, running the palm of her hand over his chest. "You're in good shape, grandpa, real good shape!"
Henry shuddered then, an ancient spasm of pleasure rippling through his loins as he felt the girl caressing his naked chest. He moaned deeply and ran his hand over the front of her nightgown, feeling the spongy softness of her ample breasts beneath the sheer fabric of the gown.
The girl shivered with pleasure, for she was quiet unused to such an unhurried and gentle approach from a man. Most of her Johns had always seemed anxious to get things over with, as if they were ashamed of themselves or something.
But this old man, he was much different. He acted as if he had all the time in the world, and that was completely all right with her. She moaned softly as she felt his gnarled fingers squeezing and massaging her breasts in an idle manner.
Gently he rubbed his palm back and forth across her nipples, making the pert, rosy nuggets grow firm and erect under the soothing caress. She shivered in pleasure, feeling the enticing ripple of sexual warmth racing through her loins for the first time, with a man, in a long time.
"Oooo, daddy, daddy, that's it," she whispered passionately, dropping her lithe attractive body down against him a little more. "Ummm, yeah, make your baby feel good, grandpa, make your little girl feel so nice!"
Hungrily, now Henry began to knead and massage her tits with more passion and wanting. His free hand rode swiftly over the luscious curve of her buttocks, gripping and squeezing the spongy half moons through her gown.
The girl shuddered uncontrollably, surprised and excited that the old man Rose had sent her to as a joke and an act of charity, was turning out to be an unexpected delight. She wiggled her bottom teasingly and mashed her mouth hard against his.
"Come on, daddy, ohh, more," she whispered, sighing contentedly as lovely, warm waves of greed lazily rippled through her womb. "More, ahhh, do some more, daddy, it just feels so nice!"
Henry's hand slithered beneath the hem of her gown and gently began to grip and squeeze its way back up along her damp, quivering inner thigh. Her flesh was warm and slippery and the old man's fingers thrilled to having touched such flesh for the first time in years.
Eagerly the young girl adjusted her position on the bed, drawing her nightgown quickly up and over her head. She dropped it soundlessly on the floor and sat there, naked and trembling as Henry continued to caress her warm, damp limbs.
His eyes took in the pale view of her lovely flesh and his loins quickened with desire. He licked his lips nervously, rubbing the tips of his fingers back and forth along one precious limb, her body arousing him more and more as he gazed at it.
Her tits were large and full, yet they rode well on her rib cage, hardly drooping at all for their size. Her waist was trim and compact and her thighs tapered and curved in a delicious manner.
Her long hair was rich and full and the blackest shade he had ever seen. Her cunt mound was a thick, rich bush of the silken hair and it glistened with sweat and not a little love juice in the half-light of the moon streaming in the window.
She shivered again, causing her breasts to jiggle in an adorable fashion and Henry moaned as he placed his hand on one, ample breast once more. She groaned at the contact of his fingers and gasped as the harsh, compelling delight tore through her.
"Ahhh, yeah, that's it, daddy, ummm, yeah," she giggled sensuously, swaying a bit from left to right under his urgent caress. "Ooo, do that some more, daddy, yeah, take care of me, now!"
Henry's fingers eagerly gripped and kneaded her breasts, rolling her nipples, one after the other, between them. Waves of stinging pleasure rippled through her breasts, searing her flesh with its demanding greed.
She shuddered spasmodically as the old man fondled her boobs, and she threw her head back and sighed in delight. Her own fingers were now busily fumbling with the single snap to his pajama bottoms, eager to free the cock within.
She plucked the button loose and in moments, his lower garment was open and she was hungrily slithering her hand inside of them. She felt through his crotch hair for his prick and greedily wrapped her slender, soft fingers around the limp shaft.
"Ummm, let's have a look at this boy," she laughed quietly, withdrawing his meat from his pajama bottoms and balancing it lightly in the palm of her hand. "Not bad, daddy, not bad at all!"
His prick lay in her palm, beating irregularly, growing slowly under the effects of her holding him. Gently she opened and closed her fist around the shaft, making it expand with each tender squeeze.
She loved the sensation of it throbbing in her grasp, the pounding of his blood becoming more and more fevered, the desire growing rapidly as she caressed him. She could hear his quiet, aching sighs and she smiled in satisfaction.
Gently she began to tug and pull on the cock, forcing the semi-erect weapon to grow harder and harder under her attentive attack. Henry moaned in pleasure, jerking spasmodically as she fondled him, his own hands attacking her flesh with increasing hunger, now.
Lovingly he slithered the tips of his fingers along the wet, warm flesh of her inner thighs. He rode the digits up along her cunt petals and the girl shuddered uncontrollably at the response his caress produced in her loins.
She shivered with pleasure, the fiery demands beginning to grow in her womb. Rarely did she ever feel any passion for a John, rarely did she enjoy it at all, but this was much different.
The old man seemed to know just how to touch a woman, just how gentle to be, just where to concentrate his attack. She sighed achingly as she felt his fingers slithering through her pussy hair, rolling and turning against her throbbing mound.
Tenderly the old man rubbed the tips of his digits against her damp, quivering clit and the young girl almost leaped from the bed with the pure, aching delight of his gentle caress.
Her lips moved back and forth against his urgently, now, and her tongue darted back and forth between his teeth with increasing demand. She groaned and shivered, rocking gently from side to side, her fingers kneading and caressing his cock with growing passion and force.
Slowly his prick grew to full erection under her insistent attention. She pumped her lovely fist up and down on his tool, pinching the thick, gnarled head between them, slicing her nails through his fevered flesh.
She loved feeling his cock getting bigger and bigger as she fondled it, loved feeling the hot, demanding blood tearing through his shaft. She felt him shuddering and groaning, bucking spasmodically as she toyed with the hard, thick spear.
"You got some prick, daddy," she laughed in a light, lilting tone of voice. "I can't believe how alive this old thing is! Man, it just can't wait, can it!"
Henry chuckled and shook his head. "Ohh, Sarah, little Sarah, you're so nice to your old grandpa," he laughed quietly. "Make him feel so good?'
The young girl could not tell if Henry was putting her on or what, but at that moment she really didn't give a damn. It had been a long time between good fucks for her and she intended to enjoy this one completely.
Gently she rolled her fingers up and down on his tool, squeezing and kneading every inch of the throbbing prong. She slipped her soft, warm free hand beneath his balls and cupped them, affectionately, around the quaking sack.
The huge container was hot and pounding with need, the tortured stones of his balls rumbling demandingly within the hairy sack. Lovingly she rolled his balls over her fingers and kneaded his flesh with her tender digits.
Now, Henry drew her large, soft breasts to his mouth. She groaned in pleasure once more as she felt the old man kissing her alabaster globes with an eager passion. He lathered her nipples with his tongue and nipped at her flesh with his teeth.
The young girl giggled in delight, shivering uncontrollably under the affects of his mouth. Her tits felt highly sensitized, now, tingling with the awesome pleasure of his kissing and nibbling mouth.
She crushed her breasts down hard against the old man's mouth, moving them back and forth against his lips in an urgent fashion. She thrilled to his licking and kissing, feeling the old, lovely fire of need building steadily in her loins.
"God damn, grandpa, you make me feel good," she moaned, opening and closing her thighs, spasmodically under his exploring digits. "Ahh, you make me feel better than I have in a long, long time!"
Hungrily she rode her fingers up and down on his cock. She pumped the lovely, soft digits urgently on his shaft, rolling and turning them against his flesh until she could feel the cock quaking violently with growing passion.
She loved the sense of power it gave her to turn him on like this, and she was determined that he would grow so crazed with lust that he would not know who he was.
She felt his fingers, now hungrily attacking her pussy, and she shivered with a harsh, almost painful wave of wanting that tore through her. She felt him catch her twitching clit between his thumb and forefinger and she cried out in delight as he rolled the trapped morsel back and forth between them.
"Ohh, Christ that's good," she gasped, climbing up completely on the bed now, inching her way along side of him. "Ahhh, daddy, daddy, you sure know what to do!"
Henry chuckled quietly, pleased that he was having the effect he wanted on the girl. He was well aware now that she wasn't Sarah, but he didn't mind, this was more fun than he had had in ages.
Lovingly he rolled her clit between his fingers, scraping at her cunt petals with the free digits at the same time. Her pussy was dripping with love juice, now, and his fingers were growing wet and sticky from the creamy fluid.
The hot, throbbing heat that poured from her loins caressed his fingers, enticingly, and he eagerly rubbed the slippery petals of her womb. Her cunt lips were warm and swollen with need and she bucked spasmodically as he probed her luscious folds of flesh.
She felt him eagerly slithering his digits back and forth along the cleft between her pussy lips, pinching and tugging on them in a teasing manner. The aching desire was churning more powerfully in her now, an almost exquisite agony under the attack.
She shuddered uncontrollably as she felt the old man slipping two fingers into her hot, wet tunnel. She groaned with delight as she felt him slowly burying the prongs in the depths of her womb, while continuing to rub the throbbing button of her clit with his thumb.
"Jesus, that's it, daddy, that's it," she sighed, bucking her cunt hard against his hand. She sighed in pleasure, feeling the man rolling and turning his fingers deep inside of her, now.
Her attack on his cock became more urgent and demanding, now, and she drove her fist hungrily up and down on his pole. His prick was as hard as a steel bar, now, and the hot, steaming blood that tore through it, almost burned her soft, creamy flesh with its urgent greed.
She rhythmically rode her fingers along his throbbing shaft, yanking and pulling on the tool until Henry was gasping with pleasure, quivering uncontrollably on the bed under her assault.
His mouth rode over her tits greedily, now, his teeth fastening around one pert, rosy nipple and drawing it past his lips. The girl shuddered and sighed, aching with need as she felt him lathering the imprisoned nugget with his tongue.
She could feel the come churning in his balls as she fondled them, making the hard, tortured stones quake violently against her palm. She thrilled to the dank scent of passion that rose from his loins, tingling deliciously in her nostrils.
The air in the room was growing thick with wanting, a heady, enticing aroma that served to turn them on all the more. Both of them were becoming weak and breathless with desire and it was hardly a scene of a whore having mercy on an old man any longer.
Now, she thought of him as nothing more than a superb instrument for her pleasure and she intended to enjoy him as much as possible. She powered her hand relentlessly up and down on his cock and squeezed the shaft greedily in her fingers.
Henry shuddered and moaned, pumping his spears in and out of her pussy with a slow, rhythmic grace. Each stroke that he took was calculated to take her higher on the plane of ecstasy and he was doing the job perfectly, now.
He could feel her cunt muscles, strong and determined, fluttering wildly around his plunging spears, gripping and squeezing his fingers with every marvelous plunge that they took.
The girl rocked and swayed under the old man's attack, her pussy aching with need, her loins tingling with the delicious sensations she was experiencing. She sobbed and cried in delight, the pleasure overwhelming her, now.
Hungrily she felt the old man lathering and kissing her tits. He sucked passionately on her nipples and rolled the juicy buttons back and forth between his teeth. The girl could hardly believe how marvelous the feelings she was having were, and she could barely wait to experience his prick inside of her, now.
"Ohh, Jesus, daddy, yeah," she groaned, thrusting her cunt eagerly at his hand. "Umm, more, baby, do me some more! It's so good, so damn good!"
Henry could feel the heat of her desire baking his fingers as they rode the steaming, slippery flesh of her darling tunnel. He loved the sensation of her cunt quaking around his plunging tools, the muscles fluttering spasmodically against his driving prongs.
He buried his fingers deep inside of her, and felt the girl thrashing around them, gasping and sobbing in delight. Her warm, soft flesh was draped over his ancient frame, now, soothing his body deliciously.
"Ahh, sweet child, so warm and tight," he whispered hungrily, scraping the tips of his fingers against her inner walls. "Ummm, you know just what to do, honey, just what to do!"
Now the girl was growing more and more beside herself with greed. She powered her hand frantically up and down on his cock, twisting and turning her fingers as she went along, eager to feel more and more of the pleasure.
This old man was clearly something else, she thought, and she could think of little more, now, but how badly she wanted him. She moaned and squirmed about his chest, her tits slapping his face, delightfully.
Henry chuckled and slipped his free hand around her ample buttocks, closing his fingers around her flesh and squeezing the precious half moons, greedily. She shuddered, causing her ass to jiggle enticingly against his palm and he hungrily slithered his fingers back and forth along the damp cleft between her spongy cheeks.
The girl sobbed with desire, now, her bottom tingling with the delightful caress of his hand, her taut, wet anal dot quivering spasmodically each time the tips of his digits caressed the ruby opening.
She loved the sensation of his fingers kneading and caressing her ass, now, and she groaned thickly as she felt one insistent digit probing the damp entrance to her anal pit.
Urgently she relaxed her rectal muscles, allowing him access to her damp, warm passage. Eagerly the old man slipped the finger inside of her bum and she sobbed with the harsh, exquisite agony of his invasion.
She loved having someone massage her asshole while playing with her pussy at the same time and she was amazed that the old man knew so much about giving a woman pleasure.
As Henry buried his finger deep in her anal canal, she felt her tight, warm passage expanding delightfully and the sensation of his other fingers, scraping against the third through the thin layer of flesh that separated them.
She groaned thickly, shivering with delight as Henry began to match the rhythm of one hand with the rhythm of the other. Soon, all three fingers were pumping in and out of her in perfect time, and her whole lower body was seized in the grip of an awesome, demanding greed.
"Ohhh, Jesus, yeah, do it baby, do it," she moaned, twisting and turning under his assault, shivering as he relentlessly pumped his fingers in and out of her.
She was quivering and quaking under the assault, her flesh almost on fire with desire and need. She moaned thickly, bucking her bottom against his one hand, then thrusting her cunt against the other.
Her own hands were now busily massaging and pulling on his cock, tugging it from left to right in an urgent fashion. She felt the blood tearing through his meat violently, forcing the prick to quake with demand in her grasp.
Both of them were aching with need now, shivering and gasping as the desire tore through them, relentlessly. Henry could barely breathe, now, so fierce was the mixture of pain and pleasure inside of him, and his prick ached with need and wanting.
The girl hardly knew where she was any longer. Her body seemed on fire with greed and her pussy ached so badly she could hardly stand it. All she could think about was getting the old man's cock inside of her, burying it deep and letting it pound fiercely against her agonized flesh.
"Ohh, Jesus, daddy, Jesus, yeah," she moaned, shivering with the rolling waves of pleasure that rippled through her. "Ummm, got to fuck you, daddy, got to fuck you soon! Umm, very soon, indeed!"
The old man moaned with wanting, his cock quaking so violently that he knew he could come at almost any moment. He slipped his fingers from her womb and gripped her tightly around the hips.
"Come on, honey, climb on board," he laughed gruffly, tugging on her lithe frame, hungrily. "Come on aboard this old man right now, honey, right now!"
Eagerly the girl slipped her body over his thighs, straddling them with her own, creamy limbs. She took hold of his cock once again and drew it to her pussy, teasing her cunt lips with the head of the throbbing shaft.
She groaned in delight as she felt the huge tip slicing back and forth against her cunt petals, the harsh, engorged tip of his shaft lazily scraping against her aching clit. The demanding passion stirred even more wildly in her loins, now, and she gasped as she rubbed her cunt with the pounding tool.
"Ummm, baby, gonna be so good, so damn good," she cooed, her voice thick with the passion she was experiencing. "Got to have it, daddy, got to have your cock, right now, right, now!
Hungrily she guided the huge, pounding weapon toward her dripping petals. She gasped as she felt the huge shaft parting the slippery lips, gently slithering beyond her steaming petals to the moist, warm chamber within.
Henry shuddered uncontrollably as he felt the girl forcing his cock to penetrate her womb. Her taut, lovely flesh wrapped itself eagerly around the invading tool, flexing violently, trying to draw more of the shaft inside of her, now.
She bucked forward, grinding her buttocks down on his thighs as she drove the cock deeper inside of her. She moaned in wanting, feeling the shaft slowly burying itself to the hilt in her steaming tunnel.
Gently she rocked back and forth on his thighs, her soft, spongy buttocks rubbing enticingly against his flesh. His cock beat wildly in the depths of her womb and she could feel the fevered meat pounding with the tortured blood of his passion.
"Ahh, baby, daddy, that's so good," she whispered, her voice rich and dripping with erotic promise. "Umm, do it, baby, do it to me now, yeah, now!"
Henry moaned, shuddering with the spasms of greed that were racing through his loins. He bucked himself up inside of her, gasping as she kneaded and squeezed his shaft with her strong, experienced pussy muscles.
"Ohhh, yeah, honey, good and tight, yeah," he sighed, rocking and churning in the depths of her loins. "Ummm, been a long time, honey, a long, long time!"
The girl giggled in delight and ground her bottom against his legs. She leaned forward, gripping the old man by the shoulders, and rhythmically began to ride the hard, pounding shaft.
Slowly she slithered her pussy up and down on his prick, shivering as the delight and wanting rippled through her. Her pussy was drawing tight as a bow and gripping his prick fiercely as she rode the huge prong.
Back and forth she rocked, her tits slashing against his chest, her fingers digging into his bony shoulders for support. Her eyes were tightly shut and her whole body seemed to be centered in her pussy, now.
Henry sighed in pleasure, wrapping his fingers around her hips as the girl relentlessly pumped her cunt up and down on his shaft. He could feel her pussy lips fluttering around his prick and her muscles squeezing him urgently, and the orgasm that had been building was drawing nearer and nearer to explosion in his balls.
Harder and faster the young girl thrust his prick into her. She twisted and turned as she rode the shaft, eager to feel his hot come spilling inside of her and her own orgasm bursting wildly in the depths of her loins.
She methodically kneaded and squeezed his cock with her muscles, thrilling to the sensation of his greed clearly reaching an agonized pitch under her attack. She could feel her pussy tensing up like a wound spring and she could hardly believe how demanding and urgent her passion had become.
"Good, daddy, fucking me good," she cooed lovingly, rocking back and forth, grinding her cunt down hard on his shaft. "Ummm, so damn good, fucking me so damn good, right now!"
Again and again Henry drove his prick into her. His cock felt ten times its size, now, and his balls ached with the huge, steaming mass of come that was bubbling in the confinement of his taut bag.
Harder and harder they threw themselves at each other now. Both of them were crying out in soft, compelling manners, the lust that was consuming them so powerful that they could hardly bear it, now.
Henry ground his prick hard inside of her as the girl fell forward, collapsing across his chest. He pulled her buttocks forward, jamming her pussy tight to his groin, rocking and twisting hungrily in the depths of her steaming pit.
He could feel her muscles quivering violently around his shaft, and her creamy, thick love juice swirling against his tortured meat. From the way she was quivering so violently, he knew she was near the moment of her release.
Carefully he rocked from side to side, twisting and turning his cock inside of her now, moaning as yet another enticing ripple of pleasure raced through him. He felt the girl grinding her belly wetly against his own and the beginnings of an orgasm rumbling in the depths of her loins.
"Oooo, daddy, daddy, yeah," she moaned, shivering with the first wave of intense and demanding relief. "Ohhh, going to come, daddy, you're making your little baby, come so good!"
Shuddering uncontrollably, the orgasm burst in the depths of her pussy and the girls sobbed and screamed as it tore through her. Henry held tight to her hips as the compelling spasms wracked her frame.
She twisted and turned on his prick, locking and unlocking her pussy muscles against it as the harsh, searing pleasure tore through her. She shuddered and moaned, crying out again and again.
Henry felt her loins erupting with a pleasing force and the creamy fluid of her passion swirled delightfully around his buried spear. He held the girl tight to his belly and rhythmically pumped his cock in and out of her bursting cave.
On and on went the girl's climax. She ground her pussy hard against the old man's prick, moaning and sighing with delight and passion.
She felt his prick pounding fiercely inside of her, now, and she bucked back and forth, aching to feel his climax explode inside of her. She kneaded and gripped his prick as hard as she could with her pussy muscles, listening carefully to the gasps of pleasure tearing from his lips.
Suddenly the old man was groaning wildly, slamming his shaft in and out of her in a complete frenzy. She felt the cock swell to bursting in her pit, then the hot, boiling come began to spurt from the tool and sear the flesh of her aching tunnel with its liquid greed.
"Ahh, Jesus, honey, ahhh, coming good right now," Henry sighed, shivering in the harsh grip of his climax. "Coming in you so nice right now, honey!"
Again and again the creamy fluid spurt from his tool, the come was thick and creamy and the girl was thrilled by the warm, lovely pleasure of it filling her pussy to overflowing.
Greedily she ground her cunt against the prick and held it firmly while the waves of need and release roared through both of them. They shuddered and quaked for quite some time, until finally the girl just lay on top of him, shivering with the final spasms of their release.
Suddenly, from below, there was a lot of shouting and screaming. The girl lifted her head, absently, from Henry's shoulders and tried to figure out what was going on.
The door to the room burst open and the old man's granddaughter came into the room, shouting. "It's a raid, we have to get out of here!" she cried, then she stopped up short at the scene in front of her. "Henry! Henry, what are you doing!"
"I think that's obvious, Sarah," Jimmy said, brushing past her and hauling the exhausted girl off the old man. "Come on, Mister Carney, we have to get the hell out of here!"