Anal Annie and the Mailman

For almost three months, Annie let Papa G take her for a Sunday ride while her house parents are at church. As the only mailman on the lake, he loved to make these weekly "deliveries" to the girl the daddies referred to as their anal unicorn. After watching her buy some decidedly geriatric anal items from the CVS, Papa G, as we called him, couldn't help but ask what kind of troubles a young girl like her was having. Annie admitted that her partner liked it rough and to her surprise, Papa G offered up some expert advice on medicated pads. Not only that, he ordered the poor girl a variety of supplies from a corner of the internet he hadn't heretofore realized existed. Annie, upon being slipped the discrete package scrawled with his phone number, was so tickled she immediately invited herself to his apartment on her night off. It was there that she promptly dropped her skirt and asked if he wouldn't mind showing her how to use everything.

Papa G, always the gentlest of grandpas, loaded the bulb of the douche for her and--at her naughty insistence--watched as she squatted over the toilet, then filled and emptied her little ass three times. Noting the fingerprint bruises on her hips and breasts, he decided she needed a warm bath to soak away any hurt. It was only when she invited him to join her that he realized how he was going to be repaid for his kindness. She rose like Venus from the tub when she realized his old joints wouldn't allow him to get down or back up. Annie soaped every inch of her dainty frame, noting as she stroked and pinched them, how her bad daddy liked to bite and gnaw on her tiny nipples and stretch her backside with his big cock and steel plugs. She told him that mean man took her almost every night, filling her full of cum and only using spit and seed to ease his way. It was when she bent over and showed Papa G her slicked up, visibly swollen asshole that he felt his cock do more than just twitch for the first time in years.

Annie noticed too. Noticed that her pussy was wet with more than water and the old man was mortified at the swelling in his pants. More sweet than smart, Annie invited him to show her how he would touch and fuck her. He insisted on washing first, wanting her to leave but then remembering how she'd humiliated herself by filling her ass and watching the soiled water run out of her. He let her strip him in the shower. She shampooed his thinning hair, soaped his chest hair and drew her initials in the suds. Her dark nails raked gently down his pale paunch and under, stroking shower gel over his rising cock and down to his loosely hanging balls. These she soaped on her knees in front of him. She lifted his sack wiggled her slippery fingers along his taint and ass crack so deeply she had him humping the air in front of him as she tickled his hairy asshole, pressing firmly against it with two fingertips, making circles and humming softly, asking if he liked it as much as she did. As quick as she did this, she was done, rinsing everything, paying careful attention, again, to his crack and sack. Making sure the soap was out of his silver pubes and completely off of his cock.

Annie dried him off from bald spot to feet. She took particular care of his chest, roughing up his nipples with the towel then kissing each one of them, sucking them, licking them as he sagged against the shower wall. She made him turn around and spread his legs, kneeling behind him as she toweled his legs and blew hotly on his anus, palming his tightened nuts. She gave his cock a cursory rub, licking and biting the small roll of fat overhanging his hip.

When she was done, she took his hand, led him to the kitchen table and laid down, spreading her own legs wide. There was no need for the thick anal lube he'd bought her. Her pussy was a river, a line of clear fluid ran all the way to her asshole. Her clit stood at angry attention. To his surprise she slid two fingers into her hole, stretching it, taking the honey and spreading it onto her clitoris, sighing as she started to pinch her slender lips together and rub them with her palm.

"Fuck me." She demanded. "I want you in me. In my pussy, not my ass. I want your come in me too. Don't pull out, shoot it..."

She moaned as her fingers slid between her lips to stroke her clit. "Pump me full. Fuck me, baby. Fuck this cunt."

He watched as she came for the first time. Gasping and pumping her hips on the table, pinching one nipple the way she was pinching her own clit. How he managed not to come all over her and the table was a miracle. How he managed to fit his cock into her tiny hole was another. She was tight, slick and ready, but still so small.

Annie thrust herself against his thick cockhead. "I know you want this. Do it. Do it. Please. Please, fuck me. Fuck me so hard."

Gripping her thighs, he pulled her onto himself, thrusting as hard as he could, feeling every inch of her pussy contract around him and grip him like a fist. The noise she made was part roar part scream. Tears leaked from her closed eyes as she writhed on the table, wringing groans from deep in his chest as he searched for a rhythm to fuck her.

She was pinching her nipples again, pulling them so tightly it had to hurt. Panting, she started to move on him, short strokes., fast and shallow. Her right hand stretched toward her slit but he beat her to it.

Thick fingers traced over her delicate lips and split them, rewarding him with the sight of her little clit, smaller than a navy bean. He paused to pull his cock out of the grip of her cunt and dip his thumb into the hole that gaped at his exit. So hot, so fucking tight, so beautiful. Slicking the fluid he collected over her swollen flesh, he rammed himself back into the hilt and she wailed, rising up to wrap an arm around his neck.

"Feels so good, baby. Feels so good to be so full of you. God! Make me come. Make me come all over your grandpa cock."

It was all he could do, as she pressed her mouth to his and slid her tongue between his lips, to lay her back down and pound into her five more times, six. He was going to blow any second with her sucking his tongue and grunting at every thrust. He was losing his rhythm, losing his mind fucking this girl. This girl who had seduced him. He was humping her more than fucking her, his belly heavy on hers, the fat pad around his cock rubbing her hairless pussy. Friction. She wanted to come. Begged for it.

It was too late. He was shooting his load, cock lurching inside her, aiming deep, more spunk than he thought he had in him pumped against her ripe cervix and tiny womb. The thought made it even hotter, forced him to push ever deeper into her, wringing cries from her throat and his.

When he was done, when his cock had stopped its frantic pulses and his balls had settled back he raised himself from her body. She was exhausted, flushed, gasping, lips swollen, nipples bruised, tear tracks drying. He collapsed into the chair at his side. Not finished. With a surprising amount of strength, he pulled her open legs over his shoulders and buried his face between her thighs rubbing his chin into his own mess, shoving his tongue into her dripping hole, only lap at her sweet lips a second later. Two fingers slid into her, making her cry out, his lips fastened around her clit, sucking and licking. He was searching for something with those thick fingertips, reaching for the same clitoris from inside her as he tortured the external with his mouth. He found it and pressed up, forcing a scream as she came. She came hard. Hips lifting, legs shaking, pussy tightening, pulsing over and over as he continued to suckle and stretch his fingers deeper. She had to push him off of her, only to slide to the floor in front of him. She sucked herself first from the fingers that had given her such pleasure. Then she opened his mouth and licked their flavors from his tongue, his teeth, his lips. Finally, she spread his legs and lowered herself to the spent cock hanging over his sagging balls. She stoked the damp flesh, traced the rim of his head with her tongue, then slid him between her lips and sucked him clean, swallowing around him as he threw back his head in pleasure and pain. Each hairy nut was worshipped, cupped against her cheek and kissed, slurped into her mouth and sucked. Again those clever, slender fingers slid across his taint and deep along his fever hot crack to his asshole, which she pressed and stroked until he was again humping her face with his flaccid cock.

Annie stood then, only to straddle him on the chair. "You're the only one who gets my pussy. You were the first and you'll be the only one this summer. I want you to make me come again. I want you to make me scream, baby. Then I want you to fuck my ass and make me like it."