Chapter One Melody’s New Moves #2
She could taste the hint of whisky on his tongue as she returned his kiss with unexpected eagerness. Her hands caressed his shoulders, then lower, to drop the towel from his hips. She felt his bare cock rubbing against her thigh. Stiffening against her mound through the thin leggings.
“Fuuuck, okay, you dirty old man,” she giggled against his lips. “But we need to be quick. Before the front desk notices us together in here.”
“Well, no guarantees,” said Red. “At my age, I like to take my time.”
He smothered her objection with another deep, probing kiss as he walked her backwards towards the wide bench in the locker room.
The smell of sweat and cleaning supplies and mildew, along with the powerful funk emanating from Red’s duffel bag, enveloped Melody.
She fell back onto the bench, gasping as Red groped her tits roughly and pressed hungry, desperate kisses to her lips.
Then the tops of her breasts. Then his fingers were curling into her leggings and drawing them down her legs.
“I been thinking about you since the day it happened,” said Red, grinning as he stripped her bare.
She felt a moment of uncertainty, doubting that this was a good idea, then the old geezer went to his knees, pulled her toned legs over his shoulders, and started licking her pussy.
No, licking wasn’t quite the right word.
Neither was eating. He was making a lot of noise, slurping, rubbing with two fingers, and his tongue was going everywhere.
He was feasting on her pussy. He was gorging on it.
“Ohhhh mmmmyyyy goddddd,” she moaned, both legs hanging from his shoulders, her butt actually off the bench as she bucked against his eager mouth.
“Mmmmm so good mmmmmhnnnn smell the workout… mmmmllllppmmmm taste the freshness… so sweet… oh Melody, you let your grandpappy suck on that pussy good.”
“Fuuuuuck,” she moaned, feeling a hot thrill when he called himself her grandpappy.
Her pleasure grew as she threaded her fingers through his damp, cottony hair and fed her cunt to his sucking mouth.
It was so wet and raunchy she could feel her nectar pouring down the crack of her ass and dripping onto her angled back and the bench.
Her pleasure built quickly, stirred by the memories and driven hard by Red’s fingers and tongue. To keep from wailing with pleasure, she bit her lip so hard she actually tasted a hint of blood.
“Hnnnnnn! Yesss! Mmmmnnnnnn!” She bucked and her head twisted back and forth as if she was shaking her head ‘no’ to the very idea of her orgasm.
But that didn’t stop it. A great surging wave that gushed out and into Red’s slurping mouth.
Down his chin. Dripping onto the bench between her legs as she came in hot, toe-curling spasms.
Even after she came and eased back down onto the bench, Red kept licking and fingering her hot channel. It was as though he wanted to spend all night licking her cunt, or maybe he wanted a burial at sea in her gushing pussy nectar. Either way, Melody had other ideas about what she wanted.
She pushed him away, lust glowing in her blue eyes as she guided him to sit on his towel. She wrapped both hands around his stiff prick and gave his cock a few good pumps. Then, looking up at him, she drooled heavily onto his hard shaft and spread the saliva all over his cock.
“What are you doing, Melody?” gasped Red, watching her pump both hands on his reddening cock as each stroke made wet, lewd sounds.
“Have you ever tittyfucked a hot teen… in her workout top?” With that, she peeled the lower elastic of her top out just enough to slide Red’s cock up and into the compressed mounds of her cleavage.
His hard dick slid all the way between her plump breasts and emerged between her cleavage.
She let go of the elastic band and squeezed her tits from either side and began working up and down his cock.
“Ohhhhh goddddddd,” groaned Red, leaning back on his elbows and watching helplessly as Melody’s perfect teen tits rode up and down his twitching old pecker.
“That’s it, gramps,” she gasped, stroking him with her tits faster and faster. She started breathing heavily as she worked his cock between her breasts. “Oh, yeah, I can feel your hard dick twitching. You really want to squirt all over my tits, don’t you?”
“Such a… a naughty girl,” groaned Red, watching raptly as her breasts bounced faster. “Oh yes, that’s it. Make grandpappy cum. Make me squirt my cum. Goddang, Melody… ohhhh… here it comes!”
“Yeahhhh, give it to me,” cried Melody, tucking her chin to her chest and letting her tongue lash out at Red’s fat, weeping mushroom cap. She moaned at his salty flavor, squeezing her tits even tighter around his spit-soaked shaft.
His cock throbbed between those pillowy mounds, trapped beneath the slick heat of her cleavage as she rocked back and forth. Every drag of flesh against his swollen length drew another broken groan from him. Melody thought he looked like he was going to cry.
"You gonna come for me, grandpappy?" she purred, rolling her shoulders to tighten the squeeze around him. He couldn’t answer, he just wheezed, spine bowing off the bench as his purpling prick began to spasm.
Thick veins bulged along his straining shaft just before the first spurt erupted, pearly spurts arcing high to splatter against her lips and chin.
Melody gasped but didn’t pull away, instead pressing her tits tighter together to milk him harder.
She stuck out her tongue to taste the spurting load before letting it drip back into her cleavage.
And what a load! Rope after rope followed the first in thick, milky bursts, drenching her flushed mounds in his creamy lust lotion.
Cum painted her cleavage in sticky streaks, some dripping down to pool in the shadow between her heaving breasts.
His hips jerked helplessly, still twitching even as his balls emptied themselves onto her skin.
The final pulses were weaker, just thin dribbles oozing from his slit to mix with the mess already glazing her flesh.
Panting, spent, he collapsed back bonelessly. Melody smirked at the ruined state of her top, running a finger through the glaze covering her tits before popping it into her mouth with a hum.
"Wow," she giggled, licking her lips clean. "You do still have some life left in you, huh, old timer?
“I’ve been… resuscitated,” he wheezed, giving her a lopsided grin as she eased his deflating cock out from under her top. “How often are you going to be working out here?”
“Oh, almost every night,” said Melody with a wink.