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HONORABLE MENTION
Papa H.
by Chia-Pei Chang
He was an older man, but not yet an old man. Though he loved the sea, it was the girls who came to this coastal town that he loved more. They touched his large callused hands in awe. They saw fairy tales in his blue eyes. They found escape from their lives in his body.
Today it was Anna, a lithe young lass who shyly shrugged off her sundress for him. He reclined on the sheets. They were yellow with age, but he did not care.
"Don't you like me?" she asked.
"I love you."
"Will you make love to me?"
"You don't want that."
"No." She straddled his body and ran cool fingers
through the coarse hair of his chest. "I want you to fuck me." Her breasts
were firm. Round like melons. Perky. He bent to suckle at her breasts. Her
skin was young to his chapped lips. Nipples taut and erect. Her hands found
his hair, pulling at the long strands of salt and pepper. His right hand
cupped her back; his left found the firmness of her ass. Penis swelling.
Swelling and throbbing. She murmured wet into his ear, "Suck my tits, Papa."
He sucked tightly against her nipple. She sighed
approval. He scraped teeth against her, and she gasped delight. His cock
was insistent now, like the pulse of never-ending tide against the reef.
He lifted her up and laid her back against the IKEA bed. Legs spread wide
eagerly. Tresses splayed as starfish against his pillow. Outside, the church
bell tolled, for whom he did not know.
He eased his stiff lovemember into her pussy slowly. Silk and satin inside. She wrapped slender legs about his waist, lifted her hips up towards him, engulfed his cock. "Oh, yeah, Papa, fuck me hard."
He fucked her hard.
He gripped the pillowcase from Bed, Bath, and Beyond as he pumped his cock deep in and out of her cunt. Pump deep and pump fast to delay the cumming. He gritted teeth and sweated in the humid night. She moaned. She dug long polished fingernails into the back of his neck. It hurt. He pulled out, leaving her gasping out of rhythm. He pulled her fingers from his neck, flipped her over. Flipped her over for the round peach of an ass. The gentle heart that was her butt.
He spanked that ass and she squealed. He found her pussylips with the tip of his cock, teased her clit. She threw her hair back to gaze at him. Lust as she licked her lips. Then he fucked that bitch doggy-style like she had never been fucked before. Held her by her hips and drove his whale of a cock into her until his balls slapped at her cunt. The plastic bottles of Evian rattled off the endtable. He felt cum rising through his testicles. Though the window, the sun was also rising.
But the door had been left open. Jackson, the faithful hound dog came nudging through the door. Jackson needed to be walked. He was an old dog. He needed to piss. But his master did not come. Jackson climbed the bed with old hound legs. He licked at his master's butt. Licked his long wet tongue, smelling of marlin, along the hairy ass that would not keep still.
"Go away, Jackson!"
"Omigod, Papa, omigod!"
"Shoo!"
"Oh, I'm fucking cumming!"
She came. He came. He came with the dog licking his balls.
And never again did Jackson set paw in his master's clean, well-lit place again. Let the hound sleep outside. Let him sleep outside.
©2003 Nerve.com
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