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Ingrid
by Magnetve (magnetve@hotmail.com)
***
Old Frank goes to seduce my gorgeous girl. (MF, v,
old/young, exh, voy)
***
1
I couldn't help staring at it.
It was the biggest cock I'd ever imagined. I had never
seen such a blatantly obscene yet masculinity
impressive sight. The glans was shiny with pre-cum and
peeked out past the lip of his foreskin. The surface
of the shaft had a large puffy vein running all the
way down it and into the coarse wild grey hairs that
grew two inches up the flared base.
It had to be eight inches long and, Lord Almighty...
it was soft!
Then he let go. The piss flew out at an amazing volume
and rate. The man pissed like a goddam stallion!
I tried to yank my gaze away from his enormous shaft
and turned my attentions to my own business and my own
puny peepee.
The man by my side was 65. I had just wiped my willie
off when he came up very close and opened his fly. His
name was Frank. He was a head shorter than me,
arrogant, hairy and very muscular. He wasn't good-
looking, his face was dominated by a huge flat nose.
You know that old French actor Jean-Paul Belmondo?
Imagine his face at 65, with a heavy stubble. Add to
that Frank's ten years in the ring and debauched
lifestyle.
My eyes kept sneaking glances at his gushing monster.
I sensed the old man was eyeing me too, as if to make
sure I had noticed his prostate was belying his years
and was in excellent condition.
"Would you like to hold it for me, boy?" he smirked.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare," I mumbled,
turning red.
"You're welcome." Frank's voice was deep and rasping.
"Your girl's been checking out my merchandise for the
past six hours."
Huh? My own modest stream of piss stopped. I needed to
confront this bold statement at once. "Uh, that wasn't
a very funny joke, Frank," I said.
"I'm not a joker," Frank grinned, shaking the excess
off that colossal organ. He spent a couple of seconds
stuffing his enormous manhood back into his jeans and
zipped up.
No longer distracted by his Kong sized prick, I spoke
again "I demand you take that back," I said, as firmly
as I could.
"You have a problem?" he said nonchalantly, "I've been
around a while. I can tell when a girl wants to have
some fun."
"You're being inappropriate and rude, Frank! Ingrid
has not checked out your package."
"Inappropriate?" He sounded amused. "Accusing your
elders of lying is what I would call inappropriate."
"You're calling Ingrid a... a package checker-outer!"
His laugh was a deep bellow. "Guess I do. Your girl's
been checking out my package like her favorite
lollipop was inside. I get easily turned on when I'm
seated next to a young beauty like her, you see. If a
good-looking woman is gazing at what I have, my cock
enjoys the attention. It gets hard and juicy."
"Now watch your words...!"
."..And your girl didn't look away all flustered, like
you just did. She's curious to see more. She wouldn't
mind being a package-opener."
"Oh, come on, Frank." This was getting just plain
childish.
"You come on, boy," Frank chuckled. "You can't accept
that a normal red-blooded woman scopes out the bulge
in another man's pants just because she's your girl?"
What was this? Things had been going quite smoothly
up till this moment, the two of us standing at the
edge of a forest along a side road of the highway. In
the middle of nowhere.
2
I had just finished my first year at university in my
grandpa's home town. Ingrid had been visiting me for
one whole week.
Frank and grandpa were pals since childhood. Frank had
been abroad for a long time, so I'd never met him. Yet
he was part of our family mythology. Frank used to be
a national boxing champion before he took up
bodybuilding. Now he was back and gramps and he were
reunited. Incidentally, Frank was planning a ride to
our home town. Grandpa suggested we could do the 12
hours' drive for free with him.
Grandpa loved to tell "Frank-stories." They were often
rude, way out of line. Grandpa was some sort of dirty
old man, I'm afraid. But Frank seemed to be ten times
dirtier. We had met him briefly the day before we
left. I didn't like him at all, but Ingrid and Frank
seemed to get along real fine. After he left I heard
Ingrid ask grandpa about Frank. I was in the other
room, I couldn't hear them too well but she couldn't
contain her giggles.
"That runt has had way more pussy than that other
Frank," I heard grandpa say. "Hyper sexuality," they
call it. "They are doing some kind of medical research
on the horny old goat."
Ingrid (amused): "Mmm... is that so?...more... than
Sinatra?"
Grandpa: "Right. And they come running back for more.
Young girls seem to outrun the field. Speaking off...
hear that you were the fastest runner in your school?"
Ingrid (giggling): "Fastest in town! He he... Henry...
always the incorrigible bad boy, aren't you?"
She was in the front with Frank all the time. They
immediately struck a friendly chord, talked and
laughed nonstop and didn't involve me much. I didn't
care or think much of it. I wasn't much of a talker.
Having hindsight I suppose the atmosphere in the front
seat was flirtatious. Well, I was used to that, Ingrid
WAS a flirt. But faithful as a puppy, I always
rationalized.
I dozed off in the back seat for a half hour or so.
Only half awake, my sleep-muddled gaze caught Ingrid
smiling at Frank. I made a sound, and vaguely observed
her withdrawing her left hand from his side.
OK, maybe she and Frank had chemistry. So what? Why
shouldn't Ingrid be friendly with this old man and
giggle at his comments? Why should I be jealous of a
man old enough to be my grandfather?
I dozed off again.
3
Now my mind was working on a logical response to
Frank's phony overconfidence. The Greeks had a name
for it. In formal debating it's called - literal
translation - "to the man." Let's just say if you're
in an argument with a fat guy and the fat guy's
winning, you blurt out something about pulling up a
chair to an all-you-can-eat salad bar. The Greeks
considered an Ad Hominem to be a forfeit in a debate,
since it has nothing to do with the topic at hand. Not
to mention it is a childish way of denying you're
being beaten.
Here's what I said:
"Geriatric limpdicks haven't exactly been her
favorite." See? Ad Hominem. Forfeit.
"What did you just say there, boy?" His gaze was
shockingly direct, so unyielding, that I immediately
had to look away. I saw him clenching and unclenching
his fists.
It took me all my courage to say: "You're old, Frank.
Young women don't check out old guys. Young women
check out young guys." See? I did it again. Ad
Hominem.
Ad Nauseum.
A small sigh of relief escaped me when he wore that
amused look again. "I see. A troubled and jealous
little man. You're not taking care of her, are you
boy?"
He just wouldn't let go. "Frank, that is none of your
business."
"She's too much for you, isn't she? She is a woman who
needs attention. Needs it hard and long... and big."
I took a deep breath then decided to be the big man,
well, in a manner of speaking. "You know what, let's
forget this conversation happened. We're going to be
on the road for another six hours. The van's going to
get smaller by degrees if we bicker like this, so
let's call it a day. You win. I win. Nobody wins."
(Whatever the hell that meant...)
I had told Ingrid I was going for a little walk. I
really needed that now, my nerves were on edge.
The two of us parted ways. Frank said something and I
stopped dead in my tracks. Wait a minute, what was
that? I processed the words again: "You go for your
walk. I need to fuck the little tease."
I turned around. Frank was ambling back in the
direction of the van, not even looking back.
Fuck her! Did he just say that? I hustled up and
walked alongside him. "Okay this has gone on long
enough. We're leaving you now. We'll hitch-hike from
the highway."
"I'm afraid she won't let you do that. I intend to
hook her, you see," said Frank, all smiles now. He
tugged at a long reed of dry grass and began picking
his teeth with it.
"What are you talking about?"
"A walk, you just said?"
"You said you're going to fuck my girl."
"I did. You don't trust her alone with me?"
"I do trust her."
"Then go on your walk."
"You could rape her."
Before I even had a chance to react, he stopped,
turned toward me, his mule-dick tenting his pants
again. He gave me a snide, condescending look. "Of
course, that's what old limpdicks do all the time."
"You know, I thought you were some sort of man," he
continued. "You're Henry's grandson after all. But
you're just a phony pantywaist bitch. You deserve to
have your woman fucked right under your nose."
"You say that one more time and..." I raised a fist.
Frank's looked amused again, he knew full well I had
no intention of using it.
"Yes yes, you scare me shitless, boy. You want to make
sure I don't rape her? Come along and stand guard.
Yes, just hide out near the van where you can see it
all happen. I do something "inappropriate" and you
can blow the whistle. But you won't. Because Ingrid is
the one that's going to cross the decency line. Over
and over again. I'm gonna turn her into this old
limpdick's cumdump."
"We are leaving you now, Frank, mark..."
He was ignoring me completely. "You are gonna watch me
make your girl beg for my giant dick, won't that be a
treat? Tell me does she swallow?"
"What's... huh?"
"Yes or no!, does she swallow?"
I considered the consequences of blessing this
question with a response, then blurted out: "No."
He nodded confidently, then said, "Does she take it in
the ass?"
Through gritted teeth I said the word: "Never."
Frank smiled ear to ear then looked down at the bulge
in his jeans and talked to it, "Heard that, old
friend?" He looked back up, musing.
"Well, that is gonna be one tight fuck."
Frank gestured toward the VW bus by the riverside. The
sliding door was open. And there, standing before the
door was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.
Ingrid.
My girl.
4
This is the way I'll always remember her I suppose.
Her self-designed long tie-dyed sundress hung loosely
around her ample breasts and hips. She was a full
girl, plenty of meat on her bones, but not an ounce of
fat. Her hippyish childhood had made huge imprints in
her life.
She was already a promising "hippy-style" fashion
designer, she was an environmentally conscious vegan -
and she couldn't stand chauvinism.
Like me she was twenty. She was as buoyant as a life
raft, so fit and completely natural. Mountain woman,
forest nymph, my Ingrid loved to walk barefoot through
life. She was everything a man like me could want in
his girl, his friend - and lover.
Like Frank rudely had suggested, Ingrid needed a lot
of love. Sadly he was also correct in his assumption
that I was under-performing in bed. I was - and my
lack of performance put a strain on our relationship,
not to speak of my own mental health. Ingrid loved
sex, she was always ready to do it. Whenever I was
able to give it to her, she was ready to take it from
me.
And when I looked upon her now... I could have torn
her clothes off her supple body and taken her right
then and there, fucking her to a comatose state.
But I knew old Frank was thinking the same thing.
Completely unaware she was being watched, Ingrid
pushed her long frizzy red-blonde hair out of her
eyes. She bent over to pick up something, giving Frank
and myself a nice view of her mountainous cleavage.
The vulgar old coot licked his lips and rubbed his
hands. "Mm, mm." I heard him say.
"That's it, Frank, we'll..."
"What, you still here?" He was curling his lip in a
sneer. "Go hide yourself, little boy. I'm gonna turn
that girl into a cock-hungry breeding bitch."
It was finally my turn to laugh, "Whatever you do,
don't let her hear that word come out of your mouth.
She'll cut your nuts off."
He didn't even flinch. "Thanks for the heads up, but
when I call her a bitch she's gonna ask for more."
I had no response.
"Now go hide yourself," he took a few steps, then
turned toward me one last time. "And, boy? Just be
thankful I'm letting you watch."
With that he left me, pushing on toward the van.
I stood there thinking, this is ridiculous. I was
letting this old man go try to fuck my girl? It was
absurd. Yet I watched as he walked toward the car. My
instincts told me to run up there, kick the old fart's
ass and bid him, his arrogant strut and his ten gallon
cock a good fucking riddance. But I just stood there.
There are moments in your life you look back on and
can't figure out what you were thinking at the time. I
look back on this moment and I know what I was
thinking. I wanted to see him fall. I wanted to see
this conceited old brute go up to my beautiful, loving
girlfriend, and try to make her beg for his fat old
dick. And get cold water splashed in his face.
Frank hailed her and she looked up. Those crystal blue
eyes sparkled as she smiled widely back. She almost
saw me too so I quickly ducked down behind a boulder.
I watched Frank casually nod to her and point to the
van, saying something. She nodded and gave him a sexy
smile as if to say "okay." Oh my God, I thought, had
he done it? Had he just asked if she wanted to hop in
the van with him so he could slip his huge manhood
into her wet pussy? But Ingrid turned away and Frank
hopped in the van, sliding the door closed behind him.
Ingrid was a few meters from the van, preparing lunch.
Behind her, I could see Frank's waist, the only part
of him visible through the sliding door. He was
changing his clothes. He had his shirt off and .. I
admit, his torso was remarkable, very muscular and all
covered in grey hairs. Now the pants were coming down
and out it flopped. God his penis was humungous...
Ingrid casually glanced behind her, caught sight of
Frank's cock and did a double take. If you ask me, she
looked at that gargantuan dick much too long. She
studied it right up until Frank yanked on a pair of
knee-length shorts, packing his monster away again.
Ingrid suddenly turned away, as if what she was
thinking was wrong. She did look flush though. The old
man's sex cannon had certainly left a lasting
impression. Fine, I thought, now she has seen it. But
even if she has, there's no way she's actually going
to beg for it.
Frank opened the sliding glass door and came out of
the van wearing only the shorts. I couldn't take my
eyes away from his chest. Below a protruding collar
bone, his chest was enormous, the pectorals hard and
pronounced. Yes, I could understand why some women
found him sexually attractive.
Ingrid looked up and smiled, eyes wandering around his
tan body momentarily... I knew she liked hairy
chests... yes down to his dick, ho hum... then forced
herself to look away. She said something and continued
to prepare lunch. Frank looked down at her sexy ass
and for a second I was afraid he was just going to
jump her right there.
Then I'd swoop in and rescue my poor girl from the big
bad man. But Frank simply sat on the lip of the van,
relaxing. He leaned back, letting his thick man meat
bulge proudly under his shorts.
He just watched her, not even a hint of sexuality. I
started getting relieved. Nothing was happening. Frank
was all talk, no action. He was just messing with my
head. He really had no interest in my girl whatsoever.
And even if he did, she really couldn't care less
about Frank's dick, didn't want to fuck him, not now,
not ever. Period. I decided I was going to get up and
walk to the van and clean the slate with Frank. I'd
never mention this event to him and maybe someday
would tell Ingrid over a couple of beers.
Just as I collected the resolve to rise up from behind
my rock, Ingrid sat on the lip of the van next to
Frank. And the two started talking. Nothing physical,
just talking. Eye contact. Smiles. He made her laugh.
She seemed to laugh a lot harder at his jokes than at
mine. Then something happened that chilled me to the
bone. Ingrid crossed her legs inward toward Frank,
then started fussing with her hair.
I was a psychology student. I was interested in the
theory that implies you can understand the workings of
the mind by studying the movements of the body. You
could put plugs in your ears and still understand what
was going on in someone's head simply by watching
them, like a silent movie. And when my girl crossed
her leg in toward Frank and started playing with her
hair, my confidence began to crumble.
You have to understand that in order for someone to do
that - especially a beautiful girl, who is acutely
aware that almost every man she encounters is
evaluating her on a sexual level - they have to be
completely at ease. Guard totally down. Frank briefly
glanced down at Ingrid's generous breasts quivering
gracefully before him as she began playing with her
hair and grinned at him.
That old fucker had been retired for five years!
Anyway, being the kind of petulant little head case I
am, I threw my psychological theories out and decided
I needed to hear what they were saying.
So I began the silent scramble toward the van. There
was a light breeze going, and the crickets were
starting to chirp loudly. So my movements went
unnoticed as I circled around the van, behind it and
began crawling underneath it, toward them. All I could
see were Frank's large feet planted flat on the
ground to the right of me, and Ingrid's dainty ones,
one foot crossed over the other, to the left.
I could now hear their voices.
Ingrid: "How come you never settled down with a woman?
Did you never want a wife of your own?"
Frank: "No. Never wanted one. Not my own wife,
anyway."
She laughed. She laughed!!!
Frank: "The story of my life, girl. Most of the women
I'm involved with are other men's girls."
Ingrid: "And are you still dating... I mean, you are
now like..."
Frank: "Sixty-five, yes. Don't get me wrong, I like
single women too. But attached women are simply
better. In every way."
The way he said this really scared me. There's a lilt
in his voice that made it clear to me he was looking
deep into those sexy blue eyes when he said that.
Ingrid: "Wow, umm... so do you ever... get caught by
their men?"
Frank: "All the time. Often, I'm the one who says
'Hey, Mr., sorry to have to break it to you, but I'm
making love to your wife and there isn't a damn thing
you can do about it."
Those words echoed in my head as I watched Ingrid rub
her feet together. My God. Was she actually getting
turned on?
Ingrid: "And they never do anything?"
Frank: "What can they do? I connect with a woman and
she's mine. Nobody, not even her husband's gonna keep
me from enjoying what's mine."
Ingrid: "So you just... date these women in front of
their husbands?"
Frank: "Oh yes. They quickly learn who is the boss.
Sometimes they even like to watch."
Ingrid (laughing nervously): "You're putting me on,
Frank."
Frank: "It turns them on to see their woman get
treated like a lady by a real man."
Ingrid (wanting to resist him): "Oh I get it. You're
supposed to be some big old stud, is that it?"
Yes! Give it to him, Ingrid!, I thought, excitedly.
Finally, Frank the super prick gets hoisted up on his
own throbbing member! Do it, Ingrid, cut him down to
size. I waited. But the cutting down never happened.
Frank flipped the script.
Frank (crudely) : "Don't play me off like that! You're
in a relationship. You know just what I'm talking
about."
Silence. Dead silence. For I don't know how long. I
imagined Ingrid working up the nerve to tell this
asshole off. I imagined her looking at him in utter
contempt and disgust. Then I imagined her twirling
that chunk of blonde hair around her finger looking
his body over, enigmatic look in her eye. My gaze
darted between the two sets of feet looking for a
psychological clue. It finally came when Ingrid's feet
moved closer to Frank's. Then I heard a wet, lip-
smacking sound. Ingrid let out a sweet little sigh and
started rubbing Frank's bulging hairy calf with her
well-shaped toes.
5
No, please God. Please. They were kissing! She was
kissing his stubbly old face! Frank was doing this,
wasn't he? He was doing it! No, no, he wasn't yet. She
was only kissing him. She hadn't begged him for it.
That was the deal, she was supposed to beg him. I lay
there on my belly under my own van like a fucking
lizard hoping I was still in the clear!
There was more footsie and I had to use to my
imagination to fill in the blanks. I heard Ingrid
softly whisper: "Now, that's a chest, my hand almost
disappears in your hairs."
Then my ego was leveled another blow.
The sound of rustling jeans followed by:
Ingrid: (gasping): "Jesus, Frank" (giggling like a
little girl) "I can't fit my hand around it."
I felt queasy. I could almost hear Frank's old meat
thickening in my girl's little hand.
Frank's gruff voice came next: "Jack it off."
Ingrid: "I'll have to use both hands."
Frank: "Whatever you need to get the job done."
I started hearing the friction of skin on skin. My
heart was sinking like lead.
Frank: "Aaah girl. Work that butter churn."
Ingrid: (breath quivering): "Oh baby! Does it ever
stop growing? This is unbelievable!"
Frank: "Believe it, bitch."
The skin-friction stopped. Land mine! I had warned
Frank of it. Ingrid's three forbidden words are:
'babe', 'bitch' and 'cunt.'
She once threw a pepper mill at a guy who called her
'babe'. This was it! Frank was about to get the axe.
Ingrid: "What did you just call me?"
Frank: "You heard me, bitch. You don't like it, walk
away."
I gleefully waited for the tantrum. It never came.
Instead, the skin friction started again! No! This
can't be happening. She was obeying him! But what I
heard next stunned me beyond belief.
Ingrid: "Can I suck it?"
I'd never wished for deafness before, but I would have
given anything to have my ears damned instead of
hearing Ingrid's silky voice ask that question. Here
comes the insult to injury
Frank: "Magic word?"
Ingrid: "Please."
Thank you very much. Not another word. Then I watched
Ingrid's knees drop to the ground, situating
themselves between Frank's feet. Her thighs began to
move slightly, rhythmically. She was sucking him off.
I started hearing the noises. The gagging, the
choking, the labored nostril-breaths and yes... the
whimpering. My girl was falling in love with Frank's
cock. And he knew it.
Frank: "Suck harder. Mmm. Uh-huh. Harder still. You're
getting there. That's good. Now give it some throat.
Deeper, let's see what you can handle. Mmm. Yeah.
Choke yourself on it, cunt."
Cunt. Well I guess the three forbidden word rule went
south. I heard Frank laugh in amusement.
"Damn, babe, you sucking like a real pro now! The
other vegans know how much meat you can stuff into
that pretty mouth of yours?"
Ingrid tried not to laugh while she was blowing him.
Old Frank was one charming fucker.
Frank: "Ooh, you almost got half of it in there! You
used to a big cock, babe?"
Ingrid: (briefly coming up for air): "This is to my
boyfriend's cock what a king cobra is to an earth
worm. It's the most gorgeous amazing thing I've ever
seen."
Ingrid's obscene suckling started noises again. I was
frozen in shock.
Frank: "I love the way you look at me with those
beautiful eyes while you suck that monster. Aah yes, a
finger... you know what I like. Your boy would have
loved to watch you now."
Ingrid (suddenly worried): "We must stop it now,
Frank. He could be here any minute."
Frank: "Shut up! Finish the job."
I'd have taken decades of corporal punishment over
this. Holy shit! I felt actual tears streaming down my
face. I was starting to cry. Four years of bliss, over
in less than a half-hour. This old bastard had swung a
mighty wrecking ball into my life, obliterating
everything beyond recognition. Ingrid, my soul mate,
the girl I loved, the mother of my future children,
was succumbing to this old man's love muscle like a
common tramp and there wasn't a damn thing I could..."
Ingrid: "Shh! What was that?"
Frank: "What?"
Ingrid (worried): "I thought I heard someone crying."
I froze again.
Frank: "Probably just a squirrel squealing."
Ingrid: "Squirrels don't squeal like someone crying."
Frank: "This one does. Now get back to work."
I guess Ingrid was about to say something but it was
mercilessly squelched by the sound of that gigantic
penis sliding down her throat again. I couldn't
believe my ears. Between the choking and the gagging,
she was actually humming now. Ingrid was officially
becoming Frank's cock-slave.
Frank: "Babe, I am cumming right down your throat."
Ingrid (mouth very full): "Mmhmm!"
Frank: "And you are not gonna waste a drop."
Ingrid (mouth very full): "Mm-mm!"
Frank: "Clean up like a good girl and I just might
fuck your little 20 year old ass."
Ingrid: "Mmmm."
Frank: "Okay, girl. Forget lunch, cause I'm gonna give
you breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert all in one
bite. Now, get ready."
I once came inside Ingrid's mouth. She did not swallow
but the thought of having semen in her mouth prompted
her to barf on my lap. She ordered me never to do that
again. I guess that edict was out too. Because she was
making no protests at the suggestion of chugalugging
Frank's old jizz. I was filled with a vile urge to
take a gun to both of them. Or a knife. I had to do
something.
Stealthily, I crabbed backwards and came out the other
side of the van. I quietly stood up and caught sight
of them through the far door. There was Frank's
massive hairy back, blocking most of my view of
Ingrid. He had one hand behind him; the other on
Ingrid's frizzed red-blonde head, long fingers palming
it. He was forcing her up and down on him, commanding
her every move with his wrist. His body slowly
tightened then he arched himself just enough for me to
see what they in the dirty movies call "the hardcore."
And my jaw dropped.
6
But not nearly as wide as my girl's was at the moment!
Both her hands clasped the stem of what looked like
the thick branch of an aspen. Frank's veins were
bulging, his shaft glistening from my woman's saliva.
I watched Ingrid trying desperately to accommodate
this master loin, cheeks puffing, tongue swirling,
lips firmly locked around its perimeter. In between
she was praising it's beauty, it's hardness and
taste. As if he knew I was watching, Frank pulled her
head all the way up, so I could see all of his
powerful, twelve-inch pussy pleaser, bulbous head and
all. I could only imagine what was going through
Ingrid's head, besides 12 fat inches of truly superior
cock.
Yes. Frank came. And time stood still. And once Frank
finished coming I'd be praying to go back to the good
old minutes when I was only humiliated.
It went a little something like this: that humungous
purple dome-head expanded slightly and shot out a
thick stream of creamy white jism, blasting it right
into Ingrid's hungry mouth. Frank then pushed her head
back down on his meat, getting it as far into her
mouth as he could.
Then I saw her gulp. And my knees weakened. This
couldn't be happening! Filled to capacity, Ingrid's
mouth started running over. And over. And over.
Dribbles and drools of Frank's hot protein supply
spilled down that cock shaft, finally running over her
fingers. Ingrid was desperately trying to keep up,
gulping down as much as she could. This was after all,
the fruit of her labor.
But it was no use. Frank seemed to have blown the
equivalent of a twelve-ounce can of beer into her
mouth over the course of about ten seconds. Her mouth,
his cock, her hands. All were covered with warm rich
seed.
Frank lay back for the moment. He may have been done.
But Ingrid wasn't. She began cleaning his cock off.
"That's a good girl," he mumbled. By the time she was
finished with it, it had softened up a bit, flopping
this way and that as she licked it dry. She looked up
at him showing him how she was licking every bit of it
off her fingers and hands, as if seeking his approval.
But Frank folded his arms. "You're gonna have to beg
for it, little cunt."
Then she said it. I couldn't believe I was hearing my
once honorable girlfriend say these words to an old
man she had only just met.
"Please. Please fuck me with your monster cock."
Frank nodded skeptically. "Get in the van, take off
your clothes and spread yourself for me. Old Frank
will bust you open like a fucking puta."
As Ingrid crept onto the van's mattress. I could see
Frank's amazing penis begin to harden again. Okay, I
had blatantly underestimated this old super stud. His
cock was without a doubt a dominant force to be
reckoned with. And the way he used it, his ability to
please and control a woman, all this was too much to
get my mind around. Right now, my mind was like
Ingrid's virgin ass. It couldn't handle what was about
to be pushed into it. It'd just have to be stretched.
Speaking of which, Ingrid was now on all fours, smooth
pale ass skyward.
She was anxious to be violated.
I turned away and slid down the side of the van. Out
of sight now I started to weep quietly, head in my
hands. I don't how much time passed but it was dark
now. The crickets were chirping very loudly. And
Ingrid hadn't even noticed I wasn't back from my walk.
I didn't want to see anymore. I just wanted to run
away. But I knew I had to stand and fight, somehow. I
mean, David beat Goliath, right? I rose again and
peered through that glass.
7
Things were getting way out of control. My Ingrid was
enjoying this way too much. I mean, true, Frank had
the fattest twelve inch cock. True, she had just
swallowed gob after gob of the old man's love goop,
something she'd never done for me or anyone, ever. But
Jesus! This was ridiculous.
It makes me laugh now. Here I was by the road side in
the middle of nowhere, peeping on my beautiful young
girlfriend about to have anal sex with an old man on a
mattress in his van!
At that moment my mind was reeling at the sight.
Ingrid was on all fours, completely naked, save for
her little ankle bracelet. Her brown eye was peeping
up at Frank's hovering cock, which stared back
menacingly with an eye of its own.
I wanted to barge in on them. I wanted to rush into
the van and put a stop to this. Before that old wonder
stud made mincemeat of my beautiful girl's asshole
with his mammoth dong, turning her into his cockslave.
I should have. Instead I just stood there frozen,
peering in at this obscene display from outside the
van. I had so far gone unnoticed. I thought for a
second maybe Ingrid caught a glimpse of me. But that
second ended mighty quick. She was either so absorbed
with taking that old jack hammer up her ass that she
didn't notice me. Or else she DID notice me and
couldn't be bothered. You pick!
"Please," she begged, wriggling her backside up at
him, "Fuck me in the ass." The tramp! He teased her
for a moment, slapping her wiggling lovely rump with
his unbelievable piece.
But after Hitchcock, old Frank was the master of
suspense. He played with Ingrid's butt with the
gigantic head of his penis, making her wish it was
inside her. Now!
"Please Frank," she begged again, softly, voice
quivering, "Fuck me with it."
"You want this?" he barked, rubbing the head of his
magnificent cock around her butthole. "In your ass?"
he added, as if he needed to clarify.
"I need it in my ass!" she cried.
But Frank was reserved. He stopped and took a breath.
Reading her face I could tell he was making her crazy!
"Hmm," Frank said pensively, "I don't know if you can
handle it."
"I can handle it!" she yelled.
This was my girl? The girl who had loved and respected
me for four years? The girl who was to bear and raise
my children? Pleading on bended knee to get her ass
fucked by this old stranger?
"Damn, sweetie, your ass is perfect, it's too good not
to eat."
With that Frank's head suddenly dipped down and he
stuck his tongue deep inside Ingrid's bum hole.
"Frank, I'm not... please wait..."
He didn't wait. He ate her out with gusto and Ingrid
soon groaned out her pleasure. "Ooh the tongue... so
long...so good... so naughty..."
"Mmm... what a sample! I always eat my women up. I'm
gonna have you for dinner, girl, every delicious inch
of you."
He had extracted his head. He had three long left-hand
fingers deep inside her soaking pussy and had lifted
her right foot to sample her sweet toes with his long
tongue.
"Okay, my gorgeous little slut," said Frank. He lined
up his cock and finally thrust his hips and pressed
the eye of that enormous monster right up against the
eye of her willing butt.
Ingrid had never been buttfucked by anyone, anytime,
anywhere. She'd once told me - right after I had made
my sole request to sodomize her (the subject never
came up again) - that the thought of anal sex sickened
her. Butts were exit points, utilized exclusively for
things coming out, not going in. Besides, she thought
the act to be demeaning and demoralizing. Especially
for a woman. But here she gave a nice throaty
"Yesss!" when the final inch of the old man's weapon
disappeared between her receptive cheeks.
"Nnnn... NNNN!!" Ingrid exclaimed through her nose,
when she felt the bulbous knob of Frank's penis
probing insistently at her tiny rectum. The bloated
glans of his cock bored its way inside her, stretching
the ring of her anal sphincter to the limits.
Up came Ingrid's head, eyes bulging with shock and
disbelief as the force required for penetration sent
his ramrod into her anal canal right up to the very
hilt. Her mouth opened and closed silently, like a
fish out of water, and then her voice caught hold and
she screamed. "Nnnnaaaaaaggggghhhhh!"
She broke out in a cold sweat from the ripping pain of
it. But Frank gave her no respite. Holding her by the
waist, he began buggering her with deeply penetrating
strokes. Ingrid gasped for air, it fairly took her
breath away.
"It hu-hurts!" she whined. "Please! Frank, stop!
You're ki-killing meee!"
But he kept right on ramming it to her and, it seemed,
much of the pain drained quickly away as the rubbery
ring of her nether hole adapted itself to the girth of
the monster cock pistoning in and out of it.
"Oohh," she moaned, her face mirroring the pain-
pleasure of taking a huge dick up her virgin asshole
for the first time.
Frank panted and was cross-eyed as he was enjoying the
furnace like heat of Ingrid's snug shit-chute. His
fingers bit into her full, feminine hips as he jerked
her back toward him and simultaneously hunched his
cock balls-deep up my woman's dirt road.
"It still..." she complained.
"Shut up!" Frank sneered at her, "I'll tell you when
to speak." With that, he hauled back with one hand and
gave her ass a spank for the ages. Ingrid tensed in
pain. or was it pleasure? "You got that, cunt?," Frank
continued.
Ingrid nodded weakly, ass shaking violently, impaled
on this humungous pole of fuckmeat. Frank raised a
hand and swung it down again, spanking Ingrid ten
times harder. This time she jerked her head upward and
shrieked "Oh! Yess! I got it! I got it!" then she
looked down, ashamed and aroused at once. Her big
breasts quivered like jello the whole time. In a
strange way that turned me on. In a completely normal
way - what was to follow did not turn me on at all.
Frank began grinding his dick in and out of her
sphincter repeatedly, tirelessly, eliciting responses
from my woman I had never heard before. She was loving
this. The way he was talking to her. The way he was
abusing her. The way he was battering her anus with
his twelve incher.
She was babbling like an idiot. "I... you... Frank...
you horny beast...I can feel you... all of you... in
my ass... so big... so big... so good... so good..."
"That's nice to know," Frank answered snidely,
slamming his fantastic organ deep into her bowels
again and again.
Frank's groin spanked against my girl's cheeks over
and over.
Her big, young breasts flopped back and forth like the
udder of a cow doing wind sprints. And I was watching
the whole thing. I mean, I wasn't moving. Mosquitos
were biting me, even. I couldn't have cared less. I
was watching my girl getting an assfull of old pipe
and enjoying it in a way she'd never enjoyed anything
before.
8
When I had argued with Ingrid about anal sex, right
after that sole request I had made, one of my points
was this: if it feels good to have something come out
of you through that portal, imagine how good feels to
have something go in! I remember her eyes narrowing as
she said "It feels good because something is coming
out. When something's going in, the anus rejects it,
causing it's owner to feel DISpleasure."
I demanded her to prove it and she shut me up by
saying: "You're such a believer in the pleasure of
anal sex why don't you let me take a dildo to your
ass?"
She refused to fuck me that evening and the subject of
sodomy never arose again. But watching Ingrid cry out
in pleasure at this big old dick violating her ass, I
was confident I had now done enough observational
research to reach this hypothesis: It DEFINITELY
feels just as good - maybe better - when something is
going INTO your ass.
Did I you tell you how faithful she had been up until
this old stallion came into her life (and orifices)?
She was a flirt, yes. But until mere moments ago, she
had been a graceful, gentle young woman, an innocent
doe, frolicking in a forest that'd been happy to have
her frolic within it... Yes..that's what I always told
myself...
Now... with this insanely huge old penis inside her -
she had become something less, far less. I mean, she
was below a slug on the evolutionary chain. She was
turning into a... I had to find the right words. A
"white trash cumslut," yes that's it. And I, her own
boyfriend, was watching her disgusting descent live
and in living color. I honestly could have thrown up
right then and there. Only I didn't have the stomach
to look away.
Frank pulled out all the stops and poured on the coal.
His hairy rear end rose and fell with smooth rapidity.
Soon he was ramming it to her hard and fast as he
could go, the both of them gasping for breath, Ingrid
squealing out from the pleasure being pumped into her
while Frank grunted with the effort and kept right on
hammering away.
"Oh god cum, you darling stallion... before you d-
drive me completely...! Ohhh... Frank... oh shit...
I'm cumming... Ooooh god!"
She threw back her head. Her mouth flew open and her
eyes rolled up in their sockets till only the whites
could be seen. Her body was all sweaty and she started
convulsing like an epileptic. And then, just as her
orgasmic contractions were beginning to weaken, he
lunged into her bowels up to his quivering balls.
But he didn't come. Instead Frank pulled his masterful
organ out of my girl's ass. She cried out loud at the
loss. Frank grabbed her shoulder and forced her onto
her back.
I could tell she was exhausted. She just looked up at
him, sweaty, panting and cross-eyed at the sight of
that magnificent cock.
"I'm gonna fuck you now where a woman is supposed to
be fucked," he said to her calmly.
She gulped, unable to speak. I finally looked down at
her soft pussy. Never, in my entire life. have I seen
a woman's vagina so wet and wide open. Evidently Frank
had or he would have reacted to the sight with a
little more surprise
"You ready...my little... bitch?" Frank said, one side
of his mouth curling up in a semi-grin, stroking his
mind-blowing sex organ back to full erection.
"I'm ready," Ingrid said in a little girl's voice. Her
eyes were like saucers now, drinking in the sight of
Frank's enormous twat-filler.
Frank lowered his 13" piece till it was finally even
with Ingrid's invitingly wet pussy. She braced
herself. He paused for a second. Then reared back. And
charged into her.
9
"Gaaa-aaahhhhhh!" Ingrid cried out, and then she
sucked in her breath raggedly as a tremor washed over
her sweat-sheened torso.
"Oh, Jesus, yessss... give it to me, you giant stud!
Do I feel good to you too? God Frank, sweetie, oh the
cock... the COCK!"
Frank put a hand over her mouth and I watched as his
grey-haired buttcheeks pumped. It was unreal. It
looked as if he would eventually turn her inside out
with that thing, the way he was pushing into her.
Unable to speak, Ingrid's eyes and nostrils flared in
amazement. She was taking it all into her heretofore
under-used, under-appreciated young cunt, which was
only now getting what it deserved.
Her body began to buck violently as she came again,
and again, this time vaginally. According to
gynecologists, a true vaginal orgasm is the end-all
and be-all. The most pleasurable feeling a woman will
ever have experience in her entire life.
Ingrid stared up in disbelief at Frank. He took his
hand off her mouth and it opened wide as she began to
howl, like a wolf in heat. To my dismay, this went on
for a bit. Anyone could see what was happening here,
besides two people having sex. Frank was training her.
By the time he was finished with her she wouldn't even
be a human being anymore. Just another of Frank's
cross-country fuck-dolls. Some slut he could brag
about somewhere down the road. And someone he'd be
able to drop in on at a moment's notice someday and
conjugate with.
Frank raised his head, closed his eyes and smiled at
her, "My girl, that's the best pussy I've ever had.
Fuck, it's snapping. It's making me come."
She reached out and squeezed his hairy ass, fingers
digging in deep, about to come again herself. She
wrapped her legs around Frank's waist and locked them
at the ankles. She was red-eyed and her face was
stained from pleasure tears. "God Lord yes, you
wonderful man... come baby, dump your load!" she
screamed at the top of her lungs.
The van was now rocking like a dinghy in a hurricane.
Ingrid must adore this rough and raunchy type of
sexing. She reveled in the rapture of complete carnal
abandonment. Then I noticed, out the corner of my eye,
an elderly local couple passing by. The smiled at me
neighborly and started to wave. Then stopped when they
noticed this van I was peeping into was rocking in a
very specific way. The woman looked away from me and
the man grabbed her arm and picked up his pace. They
must have thought I was some kind of pervert! Once the
old people were gone, I looked nervously around.
Ingrid hadn't embarrassed anyone else with her shrieks
of pleasure. At least not yet.
Ingrid's arms frantically stroked Frank's rippling
back and his huge biceps, her legs were rubbing his
powerful hips, blue eyes staring up at him, child-
like.
Frank was at the peak of his heavy rutting and no
doubt was on the verge of exploding.
That was it! I had to do something fast! I thought of
Popeye. "That's all I can stands, cuz I can't stands
n'more!" Brutus was stealing my Olive. NOT!
I ran around the van, toward the sliding side door. I
pulled at the handle and slid it open. A wave of
nausea hit me. The rutting couple on the van's floor
suddenly reminded me of a cave man enjoying his
newfound cave woman. I was watching Fred Flintstone's
dad power-fucking my gorgeous 20 year old Pebbles!
She clung to him for dear life, loving every second of
it as he pounded her spanked and fucked butt against
the mattress with the pile-driving force of his
furiously pistoning prick. It fit her swollen, red-
lipped snatch so snugly that the free-flowing juices
of her crazed fit of lust was sloshing around within
her, while his plunging phallus made salacious
squashing noises as he pumped it rapidly in and out of
her sopping sex hole.
"Are you coming too?" Ingrid bleated, her lovely legs
wrapped around him. "You are! Frank!!! Oh baby! You
big cock-monster, I can feel it! God! Daddy! DADDY!
What a man! Cream my cunt! Shoot it full! Deep inside
meeeee!"
On adrenaline high, I grabbed the naked rutting old
man by the ankle, twisted it and pulled as hard as I
could. Frank cock made a really loud squishy sound
when it had to leave Ingrid's pussy.
For a brief moment there I was filled with childish
pride. Yes, I had prevented the old bastard from
shooting his vile seed into my woman!
Ingrid was on the verge of her fourth violent vaginal
orgasm as I took Frank's pleasure-giving cock away
from her. Each come had been more gloriously intense
than the one preceding it.
Without being aware of it she was giving me a peek
into a hitherto unknown world of multiple orgasms. It
was another shocking moment for me.
My Ingrid was like a woman possessed. I watched her as
legs, arms, stomach, head - her entire naked body
twitched uncontrollably. A huge squirt shot out of her
pussy and hit the back door window. Embarrassed, she
desperately tried to stop the gushing fountain with
her hands, then by clenching her thighs tightly to
keep her juices from flowing.
Snot was running down her lips and cheek, she
alternately sobbed, laughed or cried hysterically. She
desperately tried to regain control of her own body.
She hadn't even noticed me yet.
On her left side was a naked old man. His face was
distorted with randiness and frustration. He was
giving me the strangest look. I saw contempt, oh yes,
but something else too... indulgence, even pity. He
cast a sideways look to the convulsing proof of his
sexual prowess on his right hand side.
Then he slowly spread himself for me. Yes he did, he
showed his goodies off for the second time that day.
He displayed that majestic, rock hard, smear-covered
dick and his giant grey scrotum. His half-closed
eyelids were fluttering in time with his wanton
panting.
His Ingrid-pleaser stood straight up from his stomach,
their mixed juices running slowly down it's stem. He
was stroking it lightly between his thumb and long
finger. It was a cudgel, I thought, an object you can
do someone harm with. He hefted his bull-sized balls,
shamelessly, to let me see his hairy ass crack. I
couldn't help drink in the sight of him. The old man's
masculinity was overwhelming. And he knew it.
I had prevented the old stud from filling Ingrid's
orgasming pussy with his hot goo. I sort of regretted
my brief moment of hubris. I was now looking at a man
who hadn't got his nut. He clearly was displeased with
that. This was man who badly needed to shoot his load.
Me, I desperately needed to redeem myself as a man in
Ingrid's eyes. She must have been drugged, I
rationalized, she wasn't really responsible for what I
had seen.
Ingrid was still in an orgasmic world of her own. She
was on her left side, still quivering, hands between
her thighs. Blindly reaching out for her old seducer,
she stuttered: "Please Frank, hold around me, I need
it so."
Simultaneously I heard myself yelling: "You ugly old
fart! I'm ready! I'm not going anywhere!"
I raised my fists.
10
Frank hadn't uttered one single word to me. The warmth
in his voice when he answered Ingrid astonished me: "I
know, sweetie. I will be quick. I will hold you."
With that he edged forward to the tip of the van, his
giant woody bobbing hypnotically. Even before his
feet touched the ground he threw a fake punch to my
face, throwing me off-balance.
I didn't see Frank's large fist moving before it
slammed into my stomach like an '88 Tyson hook. I fell
to my knees, the wind knocked out of me. For a moment
I was seeing stars. Then the stars were gone but I was
bathed in cold sweat. Frank grabbed me roughly by the
throat and lifted me to my feet.
He held me like that for a few seconds, choking me. I
was gasping for air, fearing a man sized punch. It
never came.
Instead Frank started bitch slapping me - face, cheek,
ears, nose - over and over again. His palm, and the
back of his hand stung like whips, my nose started to
bleed.
Somewhere faraway I heard Ingrid scream.
Frank forced me down on my knees again. He leaned his
hips forward and grasped his massive cock by its base.
He began beating me about the face with it, like it
was a club. I could feel his cock hitting me, hard,
hot, heavy. I tried to protect my face with my hands
but he slapped them away.
"Frank!! OH GOD!! Don't... hurt... him... please!"
Ingrid was still incoherent, stuttering. I caught a
glimpse her warped but sexy face and her still
quivering body. I could see a wild look in her eyes.
The little whore was digging this!
Roughly, Frank grabbed the hair hanging down my
forehead and pulled it back so that my face was
upturned to him.
"Open your mouth, boy!" he growled.
Without thinking I obeyed. I only wanted the beating
to stop. My eyes were blurry with tears of
humiliation. Suddenly, I felt something hot and hard
pushing past my teeth. The spongy mass hit the roof of
my mouth and the smell of Ingrid's pussy and ass
filled my nostrils. I realized, to my horror, that
Frank had slipped the head of his cock into my gaping
mouth! I sputtered and tried to pull my head back but
Frank wrapped one large hand around the nape of my
neck and began slowly, forcefully, pulling my head
onto his huge organ. Since my nose had swollen shut as
a result of his slaps I found that I could not breathe
with his grotesquely large tool filling my mouth to
the walls. I began to gag reflexively.
With his free hand Frank began jacking the part of his
cock that wasn't already in my mouth. I placed my
hands on his massive thighs and tried to push him away
but he was much stronger than I had thought possible.
Try as I might I could not dislodge his prick from my
stretched lips.
"Stop it Frank... oh FRANK!! You'll... kkkill him!
Can't... you see he's turning... b-blue?" Ingrid
stammered.
I was near blacking out when Frank suddenly put both
of his hands on the back of my head and began
thrusting his hips wildly, forcing the spongy head of
his cock against the back of my throat. His abundant
white pubic hairs were tickling my lips and nose. I
looked up and saw that his eyes had rolled back into
his head.
All I could see was the whites of his eyes. Then I
felt a huge, hot gob hit the back of my throat. Then
another. And yet another. I swallowed instinctively,
trying desperately to keep my airway open.
Frank's lips had a cruel sneer and spittle was flying
from his lips as he shot wad after wad into my gullet.
He seemed past all human reasoning, the animal within
him had taken command of his senses. My tongue could
feel his cock pulse with each mighty eruption, a large
knot moving down the underside of his cock with each
shot. I could feel his sperm burn all the way down my
esophagus to my stomach. So far back into my mouth was
Frank shooting his seed that I couldn't taste it. It
had completely missed my tongue.
Frank's knees were half bent and he kept up an
unbelievable thrusting by pivoting his hips. He was
fucking my skull, his torso finally bending over my
head so that all I could see was his taut hairy
stomach before my eyes. He was lifting himself off the
ground on the toes of his feet, like a naughty dog
humping one's leg.
At last his thrusts became ragged, irregular, and then
stopped altogether. He stayed wrapped around my head,
his sweat dripping and stinging my eyes. Then slowly,
he began pulling that long fat thing out of my mouth.
It flopped downward after it cleared my lips and hung
heavily, wet with my spit, over his bloated balls. I
marveled at it still. Even now, deflating, it's
foreskin creeping over the swollen head, it was
tremendous.
I looked to Ingrid. Her body was still spasming, but
her face was aglow with renewed desire. Whatever
concern she had for my wellbeing must have been
overridden by awe at the ruthless old perv's brute
strength. She was gazing at him with undisguised
rapture.
Frank was pulling on his crank, milking it.
"Now girl," he said, "it's you and me again." Again,
that warm, rich tone of voice when he spoke to the
heavenly fucked young girl on the mattress. "Sorry if
I got a little carried away there. I will take care of
you now."
"I know Frank, thank you," Ingrid whispered, managing
an exhausted, adoring smile. Her long, tan legs were
spread a little, showing her red, gaping slit. Frank
crawled onto the mattress. Between his thighs, below
the hairiest ass ever, his now limp monster was
dangling very low, bull testicles slowly rising and
falling.
I was still on the ground. I could feel the spots on
my face where his flat hand had connected were
swelling pretty bad. My nose was still bleeding, there
was blood all over the lower half of my face and my
shirt.
He lay down beside her on the mattress. He didn't seem
to notice, or care that the mattress was all wet from
Ingrid's juices. He picked up a rag and wiped tears
and snot from her beautiful sexually-desirous face. He
embraced her. She was still struggling to control her
body - and tongue. Frank spoke to her in a soothing
voice, they nuzzled and fondled. She stroked and
fingered his dense stubble.
Frank: "Was I too rough on him, sweetie?"
Ingrid (shaking her head): "It's... the most
awesome... thing... I have seen in my entire life!"
He stroked her hair, gently. She grabbed his large
pointer finger and put it in her mouth.
Frank: "He's been your boyfriend, after all."
Ingrid (voice cracking): "A man has a ....rrright to
defend what's... His. That's what real Mmmen do. You
just dddid that. Thank you, Fffrank."
I was still on the ground. Frank spoke to me.
"You, get in the driver's seat and drive this van back
onto the highway," he calmly instructed, "I'll be back
here driving my new woman. Bring us our lunch."
11
I humbly rose and left the two of them, nose in my
handkerchief. I brought them the sandwiches Ingrid had
made and kept one for myself.
This wasn't happening, I tried to reason. It couldn't
have been. It was such a ridiculous concept, from
stem to stern. My girl was giving up four years of
love and friendship for this.. this.. old prick? I
replayed all the night's events in my head. Had he
drugged her? Had he hypnotized her? Questions,
questions, questions. But no answers. Except for one
very obvious one, which I... hated to consider.
I would in time, though. I closed up the van and
walked around to the driver door. I grabbed the
handle, opened the door and climbed in. I heard the
muffled sound of low voices. I looked in the rearview
and saw the two of them in post-coital bliss, small-
talking, caressing, kissing.
Frank's deep voice was very low, it sounded
comforting, even loving. The musky scent of their
sexing was still hanging thick in the air.
No, I would never be able get my head around this old
man.
I had witnessed him unleash something deep within her.
His ability to conquer and pleasure, his trailblazing
sexual appetite and prowess. His ravenous manliness
that turned Ingrid on something fierce. And now this
transformation from nasty & dominant to caring and
sensitive - it was more unnerving than anything else
this horrible day.
Ingrid seemed to adore both Franks, always ready to
accept him, always ready to eat him up.
And there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it...
I could hardly decipher anything of Frank's deep, low
voice. Ingrid's voice was still worked up and high-
pitched. I caught the odd word between smooches and
sighs. ."..sexy beast...it's so gorgeous...turns me on
so that a guy your age...incredible...what a
man...love your bod...God, that ass...adore you...be
your naughty girl...the way you punked my big boy..."
Uncontrolled giggling rippled through the air.
The old fucker had left some smart-ass remark on that
"big boy," hadn't he?
Ingrid (teasing): "Your kind of pussy, Frank. Huh?"
Frank: "My kind of pussy. My kind of woman. Best I
ever had."
And déja vu - like the player was stuck in a repeat
mode:
Ingrid (breath quivering): "Oh baby! Does it ever stop
growing?! You are unbelievable."
Frank: "Believe it... bitch."
This time they laughed together. In perfect harmony.
She was completely relaxed with this old lecher now.
She gave a near perfect imitation of Frank's gruff
voice just before he took her virgin ass:
"I always eat my men up. I'm gonna have you for
dinner, stud, every delicious inch of you."
The sound of their laughing bounced all around the
van.
I set my eyes forward again, stuck the key in the
ignition, turned it and started the engine. I wanted
to ignore the fact that the girl who used to be mine
was being fucked to holy hell by this geriatric force
of nature. I could turn up the radio, I thought. I
could use the side view mirrors instead of the
rearview.
Oh well. I gripped the wheel and pressed the
accelerator. We were on our way out of our tiny
parking space and heading home. If I kept driving fast
- which was what Frank wanted - maybe we would be home
by ten in the evening.
I knew they would be the longest six hours of my life.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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