Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: River Styxx
|Introduction: Let me explain Scott a bit. The Scott Chronicles, is the sexual conquests of a young boy up until age twenty. Depending on his age, is what the size of his dick will be at that time. By fifteen his penis has grown to an eleven inch long, six inch thick monster. Scott did a lot of drugs as a teenager, is bi, and has a thing for romance... As well as a dark side and a passion for music. All of these things will be recurring themes in my stories, read from his actual diary.The chronology will not be in order from volume to volume, it skips around. If that doesn't agree with you, please don't read them then... Those who have commented have been vitally helpful. Thank You. Enjoy!|
This, I am Very proud to present, is my series so far, completely reformatted. Sentence structure, tense use, and especially paragraphing and dialogue have been perfected up to this point. Sorry I was so impatient to publish when first starting out. I republish these in hopes that they can be read in their prime. Thanks for reading.
I'm extremely sorry about that mistake. Thank you guys for being so patient. Both series are now as good as they'll get. Enjoy.
Volume III : The Confessions of a Drama King Part One
Sitting in my thoughts, the orange shade of my lamp casts a somber glow to the living room. Nirvana's Dumb is playing loudly from a corner. My mood is erratic. I've already downed two Red Bulls and I'm thinking to myself -- I need to either get high or, someone to fuck. Well I currently had no girlfriend. Not anymore... I'd just been dumped by Sarah, the love of my, now suck-ass life. I miss her so much. Her body, with it's freckles and moon glow skin. Her face of such lustful teen beauty, her shocking blue eyes. Eyes that never failed to incapacitate me completely. Just imagining myself kissing her, tasting her delicious mouth all over again -- is too much to handle.
She's gone. She's gone and left me for some stupid-ass motherfucker. On my birthday. Right before the summer was starting... Now no summer. I walk through the living room, over onto the other side of which, connects the kitchen. Grab me another Red Bull. Pick up the phone. Decide that, "I'm gonna call Sarah.." I convince myself very easily in this speedy, hence impulsive mental state. I even feel a slight body load, as if there's a weight inside of me yet I can still move around with such ease. Wait... Wow, am I tripping out on ginseng and caffeine??
"Hello?" She answers
"Sarah I love you -- remember that? Why would't you want this? It's me! Why would you... How could you... Leave ME for him!?" I ask her disbelievingly
"Scott stop calling here..." On her line muffled talk and static noise is followed by a male voice on the receiver, "Hello!? Who is this, man?" A mystery voice.
"What Prick!!? Hey, NO, who the fuck is this!! What's your name!" I yell lividly.
"Fuck you! Hey, who is this kid Sarahbear? ... I know you don't want me to...... but he keeps calling... Okay babe fine, just relax." He then tells me, "I'll find out where you live."
I wonder to myself if this horror is really happening. Some guy!.. Sarahbear!?? I had just talked to her last week! She had explained he was why she'd dumped me a month ago. Not what she'd bellowed from a schoolbus window as I'd stood stupidly in the rain, "Your barely in ninth grade. I'm going to be in high school now Scott... I'm sorry!" Lying bitch. I have to seriously hear his fucking voice now! I scream into the phone, "She won't tell you!! Put her back on the phone before I find YOU and shove my dick up your fucking ear canal and bash your brains in with my..."
"...goddamn cock, you pussy-ass mother!.. Fuck!" Well... Anyway, Sarah's a story for another time.
Now, I need some kind of release more than ever! "I'll kill that fucking fagot." While "releasing" energy drink in the bathroom, I think to myself, maybe I can kill this lonely boredom after all. I walk outside onto my lawn and begin looking for mushrooms. Just maybe, there's a growth of some of that, mystical psilocybin somewhere... Around... Here... Nope. Dammit! I Walk around the block, thinking back on the one time I actually picked up some snatch at the park. Paige was her name. I could have handled it better though... Now, Mom wants me be back on Prozac... We all now that craps not going to work! I need some strong anti-psychotics at this point! Of course -- the doctors are idiots. (They don't prescribe me mood-stabilizers for years.)
"This neighborhood is nothing but rich Mormons and prudes," I think as I walk around the block. That's Utah for you though. It actually needed my chaos.
Once I'm back home, the miracle opportunity has become available to me. I spot her across the street, an older woman throwing out her trash. As she strolls up her driveway I lose myself in her hips. Happily, I walk over. Confident, cocky, horny, and wired; I cross the street, slowing down as I near her house. She's now no more than fifteen feet away, and I see her much clearer. She has straight brown hair, the bangs done up nicely, in a costly feathery look. Other than the hair though, age, was evident. She looked to be anywhere in her fifties; considering how her hygiene, portrayed a definite concern for health and well being it was hard to tell for sure. The thought of being with such a beautiful older woman was just tooo much. With such euphoria rushing over that I start to tremble slightly, I realize I've never been with anyone that old. My Grandma's that old, and I definitely wouldn't do her! The brown haired beauty sees me as I'm walking by and waves; acknowledging the gesture I turn from the sidewalk, and strut up to her house.
She's inside her garage messing around with boxes. As I approach, I make another appraisal. She's wearing flip flops and I notice that her feet are nicely cute and small. Her shirt is small but not revealing, her breasts are still visibly C cups. I don't like her old lady shorts though, as they shame her nice wholesome ass. "This could be difficult." I think to myself. Her eyes are brown and kind. She smiles awkwardly, "Hello. You live around here?" She asks, looking around at the houses. "Yeah," I say. "Actually look -- my house is, just right, there. See it, across the street there, right before the park? " I tell her pointing it out from the driveway. "Oh,"she says subtly relieved. "So how's your day going?" She asks. "Not so good," I admit, "The love of my life's just dumped me for some older dude! I'm pissed at him, sad with Sarah, and lonely. I've been sitting around at home all day listening to Nirvana and feeling sorry for myself. What do you think I should do?" I ask.
"Well..." She says caught off guard by the my personal indiscretion.
"Wait. I m sorry, I shouldn't be dumping my problems on you like this.. We're just meeting." I tell her, realizing it was too much.
"No. Its fine. I don't mind. Here, if I you can help me with the rest of this, I'll listen to what you have to say. I can see you definitely need it... Uhm?" She looks to me in supplication.
"It's Scott, and thank you mam." I tell her.
"You know... You can call me Melissa." She replies slightly put off by my politeness.
"Thanks Melissa. Of course I'll help. That's what I had been hoping to do, was keep myself busy for awhile. Like I said though, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't be complaining to you..." She interrupts me, "No, I already told you, while we work is fine. You've got my time for that long." She picks up a box and says, "grab the rest of these," (pointing), "and help me move them where i need em. This one here and that one there go over to the backyard, come on."
We walk through the side of her house. "You know what I think?" she asks while handing me her box and then opening her back-gate. "You need to let this one go." I reply wistfully, "But I never knew I could love someone so badly. It was on a whole new level for me." She looks at me with what I'm sure was adoration asking, "Oh, so she's not your first girlfriend?" She's clearly interested. I tell her,"What, of course not, but when me and her made love..." I begin to say.. "WHoooaa, wait." She tells me, becoming alarmed. "What do you mean I thought we're okay talking about this."I ask appearing shocked. "Talking about your troubles, no problem. But sex?" She says hesitantly. I say, "It's a trouble... Well.." I pause, thinking then, "I'm sorry.. So, are you with the LDS church?" (Damn Mormons, time to stir the pot). She tells me bashfully, "Yes, but that's not the point, I just don't think you and I should be talking about this together." I answer, "Who else? I was walking around hopeless and miserable just now, sinking into a worsening depression; I was so thankful, when you had waved me out of my reverie. You saved me from entering a really dark place." I tell her with praise. She answers softly, "That's nice. I guess... Well. Yeah, I feel happier talking to you too."
After putting some more boxes away, we're back in the garage now; I'm staring off ahead, at mountains whose peaks reach up to the clouds. I wonder how long this broad will take to put out, or if she even will at all. I feel a warmth in my junk just thinking of the slight possibility. " She says nostalgically, "You remind me of my son, when he was your age. He's going to college now."
"That's too bad. I'm sure you miss him. So you lived here all your life then?" I ask.
"No actually we moved here seven years ago from Nevada." She tells me.
"Wow? Nevada, where?" I continue.
"Reno?" She answers.
"Let me find out you were causing a little bit of trouble out there?" I ask playfully.
Startling me with her answer,"I didn't mean to.." She sighs, "I loved my husband so much. I met him right out of high school. He was twenty two, and just getting his bachelors in architecture. Once he got his masters, we moved to Reno for a job. When I first got there, I was still so naive. My mother raised us very strictly, making us go to church every Sunday and follow by the churches rules. I'd never even kissed a boy, until David. I was only nineteen when we first settled in expecting that -- if I even did, I wouldn't drink until I was of age. People wouldn't bother asking me my age though; when passing out shots in casinos, or at restaurants when David would order a drink, the server would turn to me expecting me to order one too. I took the hint and figured maybe alcohols not so bad and tried some, Haa haa. Oh yeah, and I gambled. A bit at first. Then believe it or not -- It actually kinda developed into a problem."
"No! I really cannot see you as an addict of any kind!"
"How nice. Well I feel comfortable telling you all of this. I've talked to only a few people -- about this especially... Well. So. I soon started stealing money from my husband. I would sell things I found around the house, sell blood, and do other stuff..." She admits.
"Other stuff?" I inquire
"Nothing you should..." She trails off,
"I thought we were coming clean with ourselves here?" I ask
"You sound like your just spewing these words out just to talk about sex with me" She says frustrated.
"I"m honestly not Melissa," I say, trying to sound sincere. "I just want this to be as much of an open relationship as possible. As much as I can already feel it will be. Your like my savior right now. I can be yours, if you want. Or temporary shrink even, however you want to look at it. Why hold in something so potentially damaging to your psyche?" I ask. She breaks down saying, "I whored myself out! There... That's the real reason I moved back here. It was because I had divorced my husband, after he had found me with a customer in our living room... It's sooo embarrassing! I'm trusting you with this though. Okay, so... What do you think?" She asks nervously HaHa I'm thinking, PERfection after all. "Ah, so you spent your wild years in Nevada of all places. Well, that must have surely been your pivotal learning point in life. So, all in all, it's actually a good thing, huh." I declare to her."Your right," She says, "that's how I was forced to look at it at least... It just still hurts to think back on."
Reminiscing on such a shameful memory, she has become totally vulnerable. Liking this newly sparked potential. I try to loosen her up from here. I change topic telling her, "I'm sorry to hear that, in fact -- I'm feeling better now. We both shared about our worst hardships, see. Now it's my turn again, I want to go back to this -- didn't you and your son ever talk about sex when he was my age?" I ask.
"Sure but, he's my son." She says.
"Oww that hurts." I tell her.
"I mean, where's your mom, can't you talk to her?" She asks curiously.
"My moms a drug addict and I won't take her advice for anything." I lie, (my mom's a good person, just a whore and I don't want to talk to this one about that...)" I want to ask someone I could trust, and we both know that's you now." I cajole.
"Okay," she says looking at me intensely, "what do you want to tell me?" she asks cautiously
"Well when we fucked," I look over flinching, expecting a reprimand, for her to start yelling for me to just leave. The same cautious intense look. I continue, "It's just that, she felt sooooo good. Like nothing I'd ever felt, or will probably feel again." I say cynically. She seemed to like that.
"Well... You just haven't given your love for her enough time to fade yet; it sounds like it's going to take a long time for this girl." She tells me warmly.
"I loved everything about her. Her taste, her smell, her looks: dark black hair, plump beautiful face, luscious mouth, perfect feet; the feel of her breasts so delectable, her pussy like a drug..." I trail off looking hopefully at her, as her expression has changed.
She has an anxious, timid look now. "Well... How about some lemonade? I still need to pay you for helping out," she says, leading me into her house through a small passageway full of nicely framed pictures, nick-knacks and such, into an opening with the kitchen to the right. To the left is a glass screen door, with the flowers and cedar trees of her yard visible to the kitchen's dining table. Beyond the kitchen, a fancy looking living room, big leather couches and a plasma TV on display. I stop inspecting the house noticing Melissa has just asked me if I wanted that lemonade, or if I could handle something a little bit stronger." I hadn't been sure if I'd heard her right..
"What?" I ask very pleasantly surprised.
"Want some wine?" She asks me seriously.
"Yeah." I answer at once.
"You really seem like you need it. That's the only reason I offer. A glass of wine by itself is good for your health, abusing it, is what isn't. That's where it turns from cure to vice. I figure with that dirty mouth you have though, your not new to vice?" She asks looking sideways at me. I tell her arduously, "Vice? If that's what you want to call it. I call it therapy. Just as efficient and beneficial as any other form of catharsis. Our breakthrough dialogue earlier for instance. Music. Or sex even..." Ignoring the very last suggestion, she says, "I don't know, are talk has been more cathartic than any drug could be. Look at you, whatever your on for instance. That does't seem to be working for you." Shocked, I ask, "Hey! You could tell?! It's just Red Bull. What, you saying I've been acting weird this whole time?" She smiles dismissively, "Of course not, your sweet. But you have been talking to me a little too inappropriately." I had been chugging my wine and finished off the glass. I looked up at her. She was inquiring with a look that was hard to read. Was she finally upset? Am I acting too rude for this lady?
I tell her, "Your right... I drank a bunch of energy drinks before this. I'm an idiot. I've been acting extremely rash and inappropriate around you. I'm sorry Melissa. No payment necessary, and I'll stop by again when I'm feeling better..." She interrupts me, "Better? No your fine; do you want to go?" I had started to get hard. This is where it all happens. I start touching my penis as it grows to it's massive 9 1/2 inches in my pants, brushing it with my hand as if I'm fidgeting. "No I can stay," I tell her. She's sitting down at the table. I pour myself a refill and walk over, top her glass off, then sit down beside her. So close I'm now smelling her perfume. "You know I still don't know your son's name?" I ask. "Jeffery," she says, "but that doesn't matter now." Due to my increasingly mood-altered shape, I had barely noticed her mood had shifted. The Sun had just begun to set, casting an eerie beauty to our buzz.
We sip more wine. Melissa looks contemplative. "Music!" I declare. Startled she looks at me. I say, "I need music, but something good. Okay." She get's up looking relieved to have something to do. "Uhm. Well I have classical, uhm, Kieth, Sheryl, some Carpenters; oh, I don't know if you'd like that, here's the Beatles? I don't know??" She looks at me imploringly. "Your putting me on the spot..." She says, while pouting her face very fucking cutely. "Wow." I think, she's giving me this sudden dumb and vulnerable act for one definite reason. It's on. "Melissa," I say, "come here baby." She comes to me. I take her wineglass from her hand. Standing maybe five or six inches taller than me, we stand mere inches apart. I rub her arms teasingly, trailing to her back so softly as if not even touching. I break off the vibe and walk away suddenly. Refill her glass again; find a George Gershwin CD, put that on and to my delight Rhapsody in Blue was the first song to play. "How perfect," I tell her, handing her wineglass back to her. She's staring into my eyes with a whole new look. "This is my mood for you gorgeous," I tell her. We stand even closer, bodies really touching now; listening. After awhile, her hand now in mine, Melissa asks, "Is that good or bad?" Cuz some parts are kind of.. intense.." She asks. "I agree," I say, "the word I'm thinking is anticipation. Ah here, watch listen to this melody. It's beautiful. As for here, I think the word is more akin to celebration. I'll always remember this moment. This night, right now."
Finishing her third glass off, Melissa very unexpectedly stands, steps up onto her chair and sits down on the tabletop, kicking off her sandals, swinging her legs back and forth comfortably. She looks over at me. We lock eyes, her mouth parts and curls in an almost snarl. I had been rubbing myself and now turn to her, "What are you doing?" I ask. She looks at me, faking annoyance. I'm in front of her now, she reaches down and grabs my right hand with hers and starts rubbing my stiff with the other. "Your sitting there stroking that... Thing through your pants while your talking to me! I'm not blind." She says flushed. I ask, "Are you going to punish me then?" I ask devilishly.
She smiles and gets down from the table saying, "Lets go to my room." Further into the house in the back was her bedroom, pink with white trim and a huge four poster bed. "What else is back here?" I ask. "My sons old room, the bathroom, that's all," she says wrapping her arms around my young shoulders and down my back, her brown eyes looking down and into mine, with... Sudden uneasiness? She asks, "Wait Why!? What do you care what's back here?" She pulls away suddenly. "Please don't hurt me! Okay!? I'll give you anything. Please, I have money." Shocked at Mormon Melissa's unexpected display, I realize that she knows full well I'd be willing and wants me to play out with her some kind of fetish. I gladly begin, "Shut up you FUCKing bitch!" I shout, "Oh, you'll give me something alright." She moans "Mmmm." I grab her around her hips and roughly pull her to the bed and shove her hard to to the floor next to it. She's panting sexily now so I take it as a cue to keep going, twisting both of her arms behind her back. "Oh God!" she groans. "What are you going to do to me?" She asks shrilly. I tell her forcefully, "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you! I can't help myself, I've been needing this soo badly. Oh you fucking old cunt. Yes, your a old fucking cunt! So I'm about to fuck your stupid fucking brains out, and your going to be my gorgeous grandma cumbucket." I had taken of her pants and was already lifting the panties off from the last leg, as she knelt on the floor sound ass and hairy snatch exposed. Her chest resting on the king-size, her pretty rear all mine, I rub her pussy hard with my nose, then my lips as she moans loudly. I groan, "Ohh you cunt! I want to go to town on your clit so bad," I grab her by the thigh and shove her further up onto the bed. I bury my face into her brown beaver, already glistening with cum. It was glorious. She smelt clean, oh it smelled and tasted delicious as I licked her large clit button and sucked her cunt lips. Amazed that she could even get wet like this, so fast. Once she started cumming all over my face, I furiously beat my meat while I slurped up the juices. Melissa shrieked at the top of her lungs in pleasure that had her fists clenched and her legs convulsing.
She rolls over onto her back and smiles up at me "I've never felt anything like that before, and just from... you know..." She says contentedly.
"Haha, head, yeah you know exactly what it's called, don't lie!" I tell her.
"Do I?" She asks coyly
"Of course and, I would like some myself please. Bitch." I tell her.
"Well, I'm not a bitch," she says bouncing up onto her butt and covering her snatch by closing her knees in front of her, spreading her feet out to each side behind her, she then puts a finger in her mouth looking at me with a sad baby face. "But I still don't know what your talking about.." She pouts.
"Don't worry, let me teach you then." I got on my knees with her, sitting up straight I reach over and caress her still perfect C cup breasts admiringly. Then I guide her head gently toward my cock. Looking down I find her eyes looking exasperated, "It's sooo big though," she says with authentic hesitation this time. I come down to her lying on my side as I caress her left thigh, then her soft stomach, "why didn't you say something?" I ask. "Well I was soo hot... about to burst... So in my defense it did look really good at the time." She tells me. This lonely old lady has been needing this a lot more than I have! I smile as my hand goes through her hair, I stroke her cheek, then caress her chin with surprisingly genuine affection, even it feels -- sudden romantic attraction. "Well no rush in that area." I declare. "I thought we were just talking about you sucking on it for a bit?" I ask. "Oh Really..." She says, her body shaking happily as she leans forward, goes down, "Ahh, right there." I groan.
She looks up piercingly with her now gleaming eyes, dark brown eyes locked with mine as she she licks and kisses my shaft all over. "Oh yes. See, you do have a natural talent for this after all." She continues on, giving me a very elegant blowjob, taking slow and meaningful strokes with her mouth. Lips sensuously kissing as she brings it in and out of her mouth-hole. Fucking herself in that hole with a fourteen year old penis. I adjust myself by now lying down on my back, Melissa still on her knees, crawls over and with a big smile, brings her mouth right back to it. She wraps her lips around the head and slowly crams it in, her lips slide up and down, up and down. Perfect. Down, down, down. She almost hits the halfway mark, beautifully choking on a cock 4 1/2 inches in girth alone. "UH," I grunt. Her throat has just clenched on my head as she gags on half of my length inside her sexy mouth! She brings her head away coughing as a giant shimmering stream of spit follows from my dick. She coughs more, laughs drunkenly, then smiles lustfully at me, clearly having the time of her life. Then she goes back to it.
The sounds, the sight, the smell; Gershwin, Melissa, her body, in her house, with her sucking my cock like a horny widow. I look down, she's sucking sensuously, looking up for my approval. I answer with a deep moan. She's taking it deep and starts gagging again as she begins to pull her head away i stop her, and with my hand I stroke her slobbery chin, her cheek, rub her ear all while now stroking my cock furiously. She starts rubbing her hands all over my stomach, chest, and ass then squeezing my little boy butt she moans, "Oh , that's nice." I burst out, "Uhhh yes. Oh, God!!!" I spurt gloriously, splattering Melissa's face. She's squinting and looking up uncertainty, moaning in blatant ecstasy nonetheless. A big glob hits the eye I had been aiming for, Sppprtttt, "MMMMmmmm." She moans, moving her hand up to test the spunk with her fingers. More and more cum jets out in thick ropes, one more hits her mouth covering her lips and chin, she licks it up hungrily, using her hands to scoop it all in! Not shy at all about it. "Mmmm, I haven't tasted that in awhile.." She says.
"Your so sexy babe." I plop down next to her. "Babe?" she asks, tone changing. "Don't you think that maybe... I mean we can talk and everything still... In fact that's the beauty of this, that we can talk so well... You understand don't you, I just don't want to ruin this. You were saying yourself -- that we've helped each other out so much, just by talking; that we shouldn't ruin what we have here. Remember? Right?" She asks looking at me sympathetically. "You know you are right, I just... Got ahead of myself. But we can.. Still. You know. Have... We'll be able to -- still fuck at least?!?" I ask "Of course!" She says. Okay perfect... Strictly Sex. "Oh. Okay cool." Already lying down, I then allow myself to drift off into a restful sleep.
Volume IV : The Confessions of a Teenage Drama King Part Two -- Conclusion
My first encounter with Mormon Melissa had been in June of my fourteenth year. Had I known that having my heart broken by Sarah would lead me to have such a magical summer with someone else, I wouldn't have acted like such a girl in the first place. My latest fuck is a fifty-three year-old beauty instead. (Yes, I asked her age). During what I now call, 'The Summer of 05', my much older lover wouldn't hesitate to show her affection toward me. Showering me with love and adoration every night I would visit, which was most nights.
I ask, "Ready yet" She tells me, "I want to Scottie, just not... Quite.. yet. Mmmm" She moans, my head rises from her crotch as I say, "Your so wet, though!" I insert my right four fingers slowly back into her tightly squeezing pussy. "Oh my god! " she screams, as I bring the fingers out long enough only to pinch her clit and tease her lips. Her clit bulges out of it's hood, swollen so much so that it's literally a pink bulb hanging from it's overlarge hood. "MMMmmmm," she groans as I rub it with my tounge, I eat her out savagely while licking a path all over the giant clit with my tongue... Continuously pressing down on the lovebutton as... "Yes! Yes! YES!" She screams. Both my hands caress her thighs now as I lick all over her dripping wet, hairy slit. I lick from labia back to sweet swollen clit, then biting down, she cries, "OWww ohhhh ohhh... Be gentle" She whines. "It wasn't even that hard." I retort, "Your oversensitive twat is to blame!" She moans in answer.
Melissa caresses the back of my head, "Come here to me, little lover" She tells me as I rise from her beaver past her soft wrinkled belly, up to her still supple 32C sized melons, caressing them while we lock lips. I admire her skin, a mellow off-white, glistening brightly to me, as my high kicks in even harder. We've eaten a half an eighth each of some really good Gold Caps (shrooms). Any hallucinogen can make sex way more euphoric, even causing a feeling of celestial, nirvana like bliss if good enough. Empathogens like psilocybin also make fucking not only about sex, but love as well. Shrooms in themselves give a veeery tactile glow to the whole affair.
"MMmmmm," She moans, I lick her titty and tease a circle around her nipple with my tongue, biting on it softly, I see the goosebumps rise on her skin. "Mmmm, bite them some more, please?" she begs sexily. I do, as well as move up to her neck, deeply kissing her there, then I nibble and suck on her ear. She moans then sighs, I find her sighing mouth and kiss it lovingly. We part and I look into her radiant face with dark brown eyes piercing into mine, pupils just as dilated. "I feel so weird all over, you look all -- shiny.." she says giddily. "Yeah that happens, it feels ten times better when I touch you right now though, doesn't it?" I ask as I lower my hand down to her soaked pussy and continue to four-finger fuck her. "MMmmmm oh yessss." she cries
We kiss each other passionately, coming up hard on the 'wacky fungus' while the Beatles Here Comes The Sun plays in the background. I continue to explore her body with my hands, the sensations sending electric currents throughout my whole body, all the way down to my toes.
Having her lying on her back in front of me, with her legs open to me I rub my dick against her lips, I start to thrust, my cock grinding her snatch with my VERY swollen rod. Grinding against her clit, squeezing it, smooshing it with my dick while I rub it back and forth on her snatch. The feeling of her squirming when I do so, causing me to shudder in pleasure. She's shrilling loudly now, as I move down to the soaked twat to taste her dankness, ALL of it as she cums. I'm actually able to see the clear fluid ooze out as I lap it up with my tongue. Drinking her nectar down, I start kissing up to her chest, moving to her neck. She moans sweetly, I come up and kiss her as she tastes her own tartness in my mouth. From on top of her now, I part the slit lips slightly, slowly at first, then I continue to grind my cock on her pussy, kneading the clit as I hump her missionary. With my arms holding her legs, her toes are curling as she shrieks in ecstasy cumming, now gushing out old lady pussy juice. I bring some of it to my mouth, tasting her again, "MMmmm, sooo good."
I now sit on the edge of the bed, legs stretched out onto the floor in front of me; on hands and knees, Melissa heads strait for my dick... Swallows only the head at first, teases it a bit longer still, then starts sucking deeply. "Uhhh huhh, yeah that's it," I groan. In between my legs rubbing her swollen pussy lips against the carpet, she deep throats my large dick. Her brown hair falling and sparkling in her face, she keeps brushing it away as her mouth sucks up and down on my pole. Spit already covers her chin, dripping to her chest and stomach; along with her drenched pussy, she's now completely sticky with sex. SSsslllurp "MmmmM," she moans then says, "I'm so hot right now... your dick's sooo beautiful!" She tells me affectionately. "Thank you gorgeous." I say airily. She smiles divinely, as our psilocybin intoxication reaches it's peak.
We begin to passionately kiss again. I'm jerking my cock as she rubs her twat and sticks her own four fingers in and out of her still soaking vagina. "I'm ready." She says, "I want you inside of me now." She pines to me. Finally! I've been hanging out all summer with this lady, to finally get to this point! "Okay, I'm ready too" I tell her. Captivated as my psychic accent plateaus in an ecstatic rush knowing that finally I'm about to take her. Poking around in her night drawer she says,"I took these out of a box in my closet, just for you" As she pulls out a pair of sexy, fuzzy green handcuffs. "Wow" was all I was able say.
Connecting the last handcuff to her bed I trail my hands up and down her body starting around her bony neck ridges, moving along her armpits as she shivers from the touch to that sensitive area. I then trace my way all the way down to her legs, to her small feet licking the super soft skin on the bottom of her foot and between the toes. I trace over her pussy brushing her clit only briefly, causing her to kick her legs in frustration; body lying helpless with arms straight out behind her, handcuffs jangling. My dick twitches defiantly and looks even thicker than that of my last measurement. I grab hold of it while still massaging her tits and I begin to rub my head all over her very hot pussy oven, the feeling sending such thrills through my body my feet twitch madly. "MMMMM,' I moan as I've started to force the head in very slowly and, "OOOhhhh MY GOD!!," she screams in heavenly bliss. "GIve IT to ME! Yes! Yes!" It's in, but only by the head so far. I slide in more, very gently until, I'm halfway, more than half way now, "OH YES!!!" Her legs shoot straight up toes curling as i plow into her, skin slapping wildly.
Melissa has never imagined in her sheltered life ever being dicked down like this. She looks up into my sweaty eyes as I give her the pounding of a life time. As that abnormally swollen cock inside of her sloshes in and out, she doesn't even see me as a boy anymore. No, while stretching out her pussy she now sees me in a new light. Feeling my stiffness stretch her matured yet tight snatch, she no longer thinks of me as a boy in any sense. We kiss, tongues dancing wildly in each others hot mouths. She's moaning wildly, arms restrained and hanging uselessly as she starts to thrust her hips into mine, harder, Harder, HARDer, untill... "OHHHhhh MY GOD!" She cums hard, the contractions on my schlong send me into such Zen that I start seeing colors. Once she's let go of everything, I pull out rubbing my stiff then tasting the juice on my hand. Going down to clean her pussy of any lingering cum juice, I even start licking the drenched spots on her blanket. "Oh yeah, lick that cum up Scotty," She moans, sweating now, strands of wet hair sticking to her forehead and neck. I come up and brush her hair back looking longingly at her as I undo the fuzzy cuffs. She reaches out and we embrace, rolling over the covers, so that she's now the one on top.
She sits on her butt with her legs stretched out over mine, her feet at my chest as I kiss and fondle them while she gives me a steady hand-job. Eventually starting to suck on it for a bit longer... Melissa stops sucking and determinedly shifts back to sitting as, leaning forward hair brushing my face, she positions herself.. Squirming her hips, and lowers herself with a gasp onto my cock. "OHhhhhhhhhhh!" She moans loudly, holding firmly to her thighs as she furiously sits up and down on my now extremely sated cock, legs shaking, her knees tremble on me as she reaches climax. She cums loudly all over me, pussy lips squeezing my dick so fucking tight again, I can't help but quickly pull out and push Melissa onto her back; as the first jet of frighteningly thick cum shoots out and lands all the way on her nose and cheek, another on her chin and neck, more pop shots hit her neck and chest, "WOW!" she exclaims, as the last drops drip onto her stomach. She trails her fingers along the blanket of warm cum covering her body, She laughs, bringing a cum soaked finger to her mouth, "MMmmm, you taste good too."
We're in her bathroom now as she uses toilet paper to wipe the rest of my jizz off of her nude older body. As I stand in the mirror behind her I fondle her soft round ass and titties earnestly. Looking at ourselves in the mirror she moans as the hand rubbing her ass moves to her still dripping pussy. She moans and breaths heavily, her hips start to grind in motion against my hand. She then cutely, right there on the bathroom tile gets down on her knees and engulfs my hard on with her mouth, sucking wildly as drool forms around her chin. Her gorgeous face and vibrant eyes look into mine with pure sexual joy. She slurps loudly as she brings the head out of her mouth and strokes the saliva soaked shaft. "I want to feel your tight pussy until I nut again." I say (as patterns drift along the wallpaper and psychedelic tracers spot my vision). Getting up off the floor, Melissa's hair and skin radiates a bright sexual aura to my hallucinating eyes, "Not in here though," she tells, taking my hand she leads me through the hallway and into the living room.
She takes me over to the bigger of the couches and climbs onto it. Bending over and with her hands resting on the couch-arm, she looks at me sticking her wholesome ass into the air perkily. "Are you coming over here or not?" she asks teasingly. I don't need to be told twice... It's just... DAMN, she had just left me stunned there for a second. I get up on the couch behind her, one leg on the floor for support, the other touching next to hers. I shove in deep and hump her so hard she starts to shriek. My dick's burying through her down to the hilt, my pelvic bone smashing into her while her ass cheeks loudly slap my stomach. "Ooo Ooo Ooo ah ah ah ah," she grunts loudly as I pound her so fast that her grunts turn into gasps, trying to get more air as I fuck her into oblivion. Sweat covering our bodies and soon dripping onto the couch, I pull out and Melissa stands up. Grabbing my schlong in her hand, she takes me into her kitchen. Standing, she bends over her counter-top table. I lustfully rub her burning cunt with my hand, then my dick -- finally sticking it in her body, which gives a sudden shudder of pleasure as I sink all the way in and we begin all over again.
We had already been up late even before taking the shrooms and getting in the mood, so the Sun is now peaking out of the dawn, as we stand in Melissa's kitchen fucking intensely; she's grunting in rhythm now and our body's our drenched. I'm in a haze of ecstasy as I pull out and tell her, "Look, at this majestic view." She turns around, facing me with flushed cheeks and eyes clouded with lust. "It is... Especially here with you like this," she says. We kiss, then I grab her under the armpits and help her onto the counter-top. "EEEee it's cold," she says scooching back onto the table. I climb up with her and bury my face into her vagina which is on fire, soaked and not as tight. "Your so lose now for me, Mmmm and your pussy still tastes so good," I tell her as I taste and eat to my fulfillment. Stroking my ready to burst member, I ease myself back inside of her. The engorged lips that squeezed so tightly earlier, now snugly hungering for more.
While I pull her head by the hair my other hand caresses her right breast; she wraps her legs together from behind me and grabs onto my back as our body's crash together on top of her kitchen table. Soon she's screaming, "I'm cccuuuuuuummmmmiiing!!!" Once again her pussy squeezes my shaft and I see everything go fuzzy. Cunt juices drown my shaft, trickling down Melissa's legs, though the crevice of her ass and onto the table. "Cum inside of me," she pines softly, "Please cum inside of my pussy... I want to feel All of your hot cum inside of my dirty cunt." Hearing her uncharacteristic dirty talk, I feel that tingling sensation than the full blown orgasmic burst as I cum for the second time in hours. Each ejaculate causing me to grunt, I start kissing her meaningfully, and her me. We pull away from each other and I look at her. She's looking down at the spunk making it's way slowly out of her squelching snatch. A large pool of both of our cum sits under her twat as she sits on the counter.
I step down onto the tile. "I dare you to lick it up," I say already knowing she's not shy about cum. "No way! That's mean." She pouts "Come on, it'll be breakfast." I tell her. Smiling she sticks her tongue out of of her mouth, leaning forward she laps up a tongue-full, and with tongue curled smacks it back to her lips greedily. "Mwwwah, mmmmm", She continues to scoop up more whiteness from the puddle of sperm, playing with it on her fingers, watching it on her hand absently. Giggling, she glances over at me becoming self conscience, she stops and begins to get down, "Stop looking at me like that..." She rubs her snatch "My vagina won't take any more so I'm afraid we're done for today." She says. Smiling sadly, then says, "but you were spectacular! This has been, as you always say -- magical, hasn't it?"
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