Chapter Seven Red’s Hot Yoga #2
"Are you going to stretch me out, Red?" Melody asked, swaying her hips, taunting him.
"Darlin’, you keep waggin’ that thing at me like that and I’m gonna stretch you 'til you can't walk straight.”
She gave him one more good wag of her luscious red booty, and the old man couldn’t hold back.
He grabbed her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh, and stepped forward.
He lined himself up, the head of his cock brushing against her wet slit.
Melody let out a sharp gasp as the hot, velvety head teased her swollen cuntlips.
"Look in the mirror, sugar," Red commanded, his voice a low rasp in her ear as he leaned over her back. "Watch what Grandpappy does to you."
Melody lifted her head, straining to see. A flash of lightning lit up the dark yoga room, freezing the image in silver and black. She was bent over in a perfect yoga pose, vulnerable and eager, and Red, weathered and rough, was hunched over her back with his cock touching her pussy.
With a grunt of effort, Red thrust forward.
"Ohhhhh… God!" Melody cried out as he parted her folds and filed her tight teen pussy. He was always bigger than she remembered. A nice size of cock when she saw it, when it was in her hand, but it felt incredible filling her up. He stretched her tight, reaching every inch of space inside her.
He sank to the hilt in one slow, relentless push. Melody’s elbows trembled, threatening to give way, but she locked them, determined to maintain the pose. She needed to see this.
Melody watched the heated connection in the mirror. She saw his hairy, wrinkled groin slapping against her smooth, white buttocks. She saw the way her ass cheeks parted as he leaned in, and her cunt swallowed his thick shaft. Those droopy old balls swinging and beating against her clit.
"You're so tight tonight," Red wheezed, beginning to move. He pulled back almost all the way, leaving just the head inside, before slamming back home.
"I've been… saving it… for you," Melody gasped, her breath fogging the floor in front of her. "Dorothy… doesn't… fit like this."
"That cute little gym bunny can't satisfy you like your Grandpappy can," Red growled possessively. He picked up the pace, finding a rhythm. The sound of flesh on flesh was loud, competing with the thunder outside. "She don't have the equipment."
"No… she doesn't," Melody moaned. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts. "Fuck me, Grandpappy. Pound that little pussy."
The dirty name always acted like a shot of adrenaline for Red. He growled and abandoned any pretense of gentleness. He grabbed Melody’s waist tighter, his fingers leaving marks on her skin as he began to hammer his stiff old prick into her soppy teen cunt.
Melody’s head dropped forward, her hair sweeping the floor, but her eyes stayed locked on the mirror as Red pounded into her pussy.
The visual feedback loop was overwhelming.
Seeing the pleasure on her own face with her mouth open, eyes glazed, and cheeks flushed red made the physical sensation twice as intense.
She watched her juicy ass splat against Red’s bony hips and her big, soft tits swaying in the red sports bra with every impact.
She watched Red’s face, contorted in a grimace of focus and pleasure, sweat beading on his forehead as he worked.
He looked like he would climb a mountain to fuck Melody.
An old, lusty Billy goat with a stiff cock throbbing deep in her pussy.
"Ohhhhh, sugar," Red grunted. "Take that old dick. Making you so wet. Ohhhhhh goddang… you feel so good."
"It's so deep!" Melody wailed, her composure cracking. The "Downward Dog" was deteriorating into just "Doggy Style" as her arms shook. She lowered herself onto her forearms, sticking her ass up even higher.
This new angle allowed Red to go even deeper. He groaned, leaning his weight onto her back, his chest pressing against her shoulder blades. He wrapped one arm around her chest, his hand cupping her breast through the sports bra, squeezing hard.
"Look at you," Red whispered into her ear, his breath hot and smelling of stale coffee and desire. "Nasty little thing. Sneaking out in a storm to get fucked by a hobo in a yoga room."
"I love it," Melody whimpered, reaching back to claw at his thigh. "I'm a nasty girl for you, Red. I'm your nasty little slut."
"That's right. You belong to your Grandpappy. Not your subscribers. Not your gym bunny. Me."
He braced his arms on the yoga mat, adjusted his knees, and began to pound her with surging intent.
He was hitting that deep, perfect spot that only he seemed to reliably reach.
Melody felt her eyes rolling back in her head.
The pleasure was building in her tummy. A tension that tightened with each stroke.
"Red! Red, I'm close!" she warned, her voice rising to a keen.
"Don't you cum yet," he ordered, slapping her ass hard. "You wait for me."
"I can't! It's too good!"
"Look in the mirror!" he barked. "Watch yourself take it!"
Melody forced her eyes open again. She stared at her reflection. She looked wrecked. Her hair was a mess, her lips were swollen, and her eyes were wild. She saw Red behind her, driving into her relentlessly, claiming her.
The image tipped her over the edge.
"Oh, fuck!" Melody screamed, her body seizing up.
Her orgasm shuddered up from her depths with violent intensity.
Her walls clamped down on Red’s cock, spasming so hard she thought she might stop his strokes.
But Red didn’t even slow down as she shook all over, her toes curling against the yoga mat.
She wailed, not caring if the night manager heard, not caring if the storm drowned her out.
The sensation of her hot pussy clamping down on him was too much for Red to withstand. He let out a roar, his hips spanking her ass hard and his tight balls like a throbbing stone against her clit, his entire body tensing as he reached his breaking point.
"Oh, sweet Jesus, I can't hold it!" Red shouted, his voice cracking with desperation. He grabbed her hips hard, pulling her back onto him to ensure he was as deep as physically possible. "Open up for me, sugar! I'm gonna fill you up!"
"Do it!" Melody begged, watching his face twist in the mirror. "Give it to me! Breed my pussy, Grandpappy!"
He slammed into her one last time, burying himself to the root, and held it there. Melody gasped as she felt the head of his cock throb violently against her cervix, swelling against her tender backwalls.
"Take it! Take your ol’ Grandpappy’s swimmers!" Red bellowed.
The first pump blasted inside her, a hot jet of fluid that painted the back of her womb.
Melody moaned with a wicked smile on her face as she felt her insides being coated in his slimy, sperm-rich warmth.
It was followed by several more thick, ropy streams of geezer semen pumping into her unprotected channel.
"Oh, fuck, it's so much!" she cried out, her own muscles still twitching around his spurting shaft. "You're filling me up! Oh god, Red, you're probably knocking me up!"
"Ohhhh and you’re begginf for it," Red groaned, his hips still jerking with each pulse. "Grandpappy's been saving this load just for you. Ohhhh… emptying every drop out of my balls… into that hot… tight… little pussy…"
"Yes! Yes! Fill my slutty little pussy!" Melody wailed, the taboo thrill of his words sending a fresh wave of pleasure through her.
The sheer volume of his release seemed to stretch her internal walls.
A gathering, liquid weight inside her. The physical manifestation of their sinful age gap.
He kept pumping, emptying his balls completely into her, groaning as he pushed every last drop of his potent seed deep into her gripping cunt.
They stayed like that for a long time with Melody trembling on her forearms, Red slumped over her back, his weight on her ass and his cock still twitching inside her as it slowly began to soften.
Red pulled out with a wet slurp that elicited a gasp from Melody.
She immediately felt the loss of him, replaced by a sudden, warm gush.
She looked down between her legs and watched as a thick, pearly mixture of his cum and her juices leaked from her stretched opening, dripping down her inner thighs to pool on the yoga mat.
"Look at that mess," Red wheezed, tracing the line of cum down her leg with a shaking finger. "Filled you up good, didn't I?"
Melody turned her head, resting her cheek on the mat. She looked at him in the mirror, watching him admire his conquest. He was disheveled, naked, and looking ten years younger than he had when she walked in. She smiled, a lazy, satisfied grin.
"I think that was my best yoga session yet," she whispered.
Red chuckled, leaning down to kiss her shoulder. "Ideally, yoga is supposed to be relaxing. My heart's beating like a jackhammer."
"Mine too," Melody admitted. She rolled onto her back, spreading her legs without a care, letting the cum ooze out of her more freely. She looked up at the ceiling, then back at Red. "The storm is still bad out there."
Red glanced at the window. The rain was coming down in sheets, blurring the lights of the parking lot.
"Yeah," he said. "Don't look like it's letting up anytime soon."
Melody reached out, grabbing Red’s hand and pulling him down until he was lying next to her on the floor. She snuggled into his side, resting her head on his chest, listening to the thud-thud-thud of his heart.
"Good," she murmured, closing her eyes. "That means we have time for a second set."