The Runaway – Jesse and The Farm

Trapped teen runaway Jesse is unwillingly crowned queen of a secluded farm, forced to surrender her young body to its animals in a brutal taboo spectacle.

Disclaimer: Welcome to a world where forbidden desire is the only rule. This story is part of a collection where all lines are meant to be crossed. If you keep reading, you're already on the other side.
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The air brakes hissed, a lullaby of abandonment. Frank, the last link to the world she knew, gave her a sad smile. "Sorry, kid. This is as far as I go." He handed her a twenty, a pathetic piece of paper that felt like a ransom note. "Get some food. Be safe." He pointed toward a town that looked like it had been choked to death by the mountains. Blackwater Hollow, WV. A place where the world went to die.
The taillights of his rig vanished, and with them, the last of her hope. The town was wedged between two steep hills, their tree-covered faces like leering old men, leaning in to watch the show. The men on the general store porch didn't wave. They watched, their eyes slow, heavy, and devoid of light. They weren't looking at a person; they were looking at meat. The fear that crawled up Jesse's spine was cold, sharp, and primal. At fourteen, she was a ghost in this place, trapped on foot.
She pulled her hood tighter, a flimsy shield against their stares, and walked toward the diner. Inside, she passed two older men arguing, their voices a low, angry buzz about some girl named Candy backing out of a "shoot." They barely glanced at the scrawny boy in the corner. Who was smiling at them. But the one the other called Earl, who had dead eyes, overheard the waitress. "That's a girl, hiding as a boy. Don't want no hassle." A thought, dark and sharp, pierced through his annoyance.
An hour later, Jesse was walking on the shoulder of the road, the town a shrinking nightmare in her rearview mirror. The beat-up blue Ford was silent at first. Then Earl spoke.
"You know, Reggie, the Russian brothers won't like it when we don't deliver a movie." Reggie's voice was a whiny protest.
"I ain't getting involved in no kidnapping, Earl. No murder." Earl just laughed, a cold, grating sound. "The money, you idiot. Think of the money."
They came up on Jesse, and before she could turn or react, they pulled her off the road with a rough hand over her mouth. The world went hazy, then black.
She woke up not in some dirty, badly lit room, but in a room that was clean, modern, and terrifyingly comfortable. An en suite shower could be seen through an open door. A real bed.
And then she saw him—Earl was sitting in a chair, watching her. He laid it out with the calm tone of a man discussing the weather.
"You're going to be in a movie. You cooperate, you wear a mask, you get paid. You don't..." He let the threat hang in the air, thick and suffocating. "We make a different kind of movie. The kind with no happy ending. The kind where you're fucked by a dozen men as you're beaten on camera, until you stop moving. Those pay a hell of a lot more." He paused. “But I don’t want to make them… don’t make me!”
Jesse's mind, a survival machine, clicked into gear. "I'll do it," she whispered, her voice raw. "I'll cooperate. As long as I walk out unharmed... with the money." Then she played her final, desperate card. "I'm only fourteen and a half."
Earl's face split into a grin of pure, unadulterated delight. "Well now," he breathed. "That's a bonus."
He unlocked the door and led her out into the mountain air. The farm was quiet, with several large barns that looked wrong, too sterile. He introduced her to her co-stars. First was Rocket, a miniature horse with beautiful black skin and a sizable cock, even soft. Then Cheshire, a Boer goat with surprisingly intelligent, creepy eyes. Finally, two Great Danes, Zeus and Mars, who were panting and watched her with an unnerving intensity.
Jesse took a deep breath, the air burning her lungs. She understood now. This wasn't just porn. It was a bestiality nightmare, and she was the star. Men would be involved, too. This was her stage. And her performance would be the only thing keeping her alive.

The studio was a cold, sterile box, but under the glare of three hot lights, Jesse's naked body was anything but. Her beautiful, fourteen-year-old form was a canvas of pale skin and taut muscle, and she could feel the weight of the stares from the men in the shadows. They were a hungry audience, their eyes tracing her curves, the flare of her hips, the small, perfect mounds of her ass. Her nipples, dark pink and hardening, were testament to the chill in the air and the raw, predatory gaze of the men. The mask she had been given her a false sense of anonymity.
Some of them, the wranglers, had the decency to look away, their expressions conflicted, knowing she was a kid. But others, like Earl, just watched, a hungry-looking man ready to see the show. He was eager to see her lose herself in it, to feel her delight in their shared audience. Otherwise she knew the price.
A side gate opened, and Cheshire trotted in. The Boer goat was surprisingly large, his coat a pattern of brown and white, his eyes intelligent and curious. He seemed to know the routine, his tail twitching in anticipation.
"This is Cheshire," Earl's voice was a flat, emotionless command. "He's experienced. His last owner had to sell him, but not before he learned all about women." He stepped closer, his breath hot on her neck. "You're going to get acquainted. You're going to play with his cock, then you're going to blow him. You're telling him what's coming next. Make him believe it. Make us believe it."
Her heart hammered, but her body was a traitor, a flush of heat spreading through her veins. She knelt, the concrete cold on her knees. Cheshire smelled of hay and musk, a surprisingly earthy scent. It was clear that they kept him as clean as possible. She reached out, her hand closing around the strange, leathery sheath of his cock. It twitched in her grip. She began to stroke him, her movements clumsy at first, then more confident as a long, pink shaft emerged. It was shocking, alien, and utterly mesmerizing. She leaned in, her mask digging into her forehead as she took the pointed tip into her mouth. It was salty and slick. She sucked him, her tongue swirling, feeling his body tense and shudder with pleasure. As she fed him further into her mouth he started to buck a little—it was so strange but erotic to Jesse. This was it. The point of no return.
When he was fully erect, they led her to the staging area. It was a frame of padded steel and leather. She bent down, her knees resting on a soft, padded block, her hands gripping a cold metal bar in front of her. A harness hung above, designed to lift and hold Cheshire's front legs. They brought the goat in, his hooves clattering on the floor. They secured him into the harness, lifting his front legs off the ground and into place. He whinnied, but settled, his weight now resting partly across Jesse's back. It wasn't crushing; it was a firm, possessive pressure.
In that moment, something inside Jesse snapped. Or maybe it was finally set free. She was done being a victim. She reached back between her legs, grabbing Cheshire's hard, pointed cock. It was surprisingly thick, long as a large man's, but with a wild, animal heat. She was horny for this goat, not repelled, and the shock of her own desire was electrifying. She lined the slick head up with her wet pussy and pushed back, impaling herself on him.
He let out a loud, guttural bleat of pure pleasure and began to thrust, his powerful back legs driving him deep into her. Jesse met his rhythm, pushing back against the bar, grinding against his beautiful, furred body. The sounds were obscene—the slapping of flesh, the goat's loud cries, her own moans echoing in the mask. He was fucking her, and she was fucking him back, a primal, sweaty dance. She had to be careful not to pull too far forward as he’d pop out, which frustrated her when it first happened, then she got an understanding of his length and let him do the thrust, to keep him centered. Her pussy quivered with the bestial force of the fucking she was taking—and loving it. He eventually filled her completely, flooding her womb with goat cum, and she too came hard, her pussy clamping down on his strange cock, and again, another wave that left her trembling.
She regained her strength, pulled out from under him, and turned. She shocked her audience by taking a hold of his leaking cock and swallowing it. She sucked him dry, running the cum around her mouth. And smiling for the camera.
When she was finished, they pulled him away. Jesse was still gasping, her body humming. One of the wranglers, a big man with a thick beard, stepped forward, his own cock already out. It was a throbbing nine inches of meat. Without a word, Jesse dropped to her knees and opened her mouth. He grabbed the back of her head and pushed it into her awaiting mouth. She swirled her goat cum-covered tongue around his throbbing cock, and he fucked her throat, and this fourteen-year-old runaway, in a room full of monsters, was having the experience of her life.

Then she was led into another room, a stark contrast to the cold studio before. This space was a soft, decadent nest of pillows, cushions, and scattered dog toys. A wrangler handed her a jar of strawberry jam and a canister of whipped cream. "The dogs love these flavors," he explained, his voice a low baritone. "They'll lick it off wherever you put it. We want one to give you head, and if you can, blow the other at the same time."
Jesse’s naked body was already thrumming with a post-coital glow, her skin flushed and sensitive. She could feel the men's eyes on her, a hungry, silent audience. Earl and Reggie stood in the shadows, their hands resting on hips, but their eyes told a different story. They were struggling with their own desires; the urge to fuck her themselves was a palpable wave in the room. But for now, the dogs would have their fun.
She made a comfortable bed of pillows and lay back, a queen on her throne of debauchery. She sprayed a sweet dollop of cream over her hardening nipples, then delicately smeared the sticky red jam over her pussy lips. The cameras rolled, capturing every obscene detail. Zeus and Mars were brought in, two magnificent Great Danes, their tails wagging furiously. They seemed to know exactly what was happening, their excitement a panting, whining energy. They ran straight to the naked little girl, their big bodies nuzzling against her, their tongues lapping out.
Jesse laughed at their affectionate assault, a genuine, joyful sound. As she petted and rubbed one, the other found the strawberry jam. A long, rough tongue began to lick her clit, hard and insistent. She screamed in delight, her back arching. She reached under the gorgeous dog she was petting, her hand closing around his already well-erect cock. She tried to turn him, to get him closer to her face, and as she worked to do this, it took minutes. One of the wranglers stepped in and held him for her. Then her first orgasm hit her like a freight train, a violent wave of pleasure that stole her breath. Still trembling, she managed to guide the other dog's cock to her mouth. It didn't need to be told what to do; it began to fuck her mouth, its hips thrusting with an animal urgency. She felt it pulse in her mouth and milked it, tasting its natural saltiness. The attention to her clit was robbing her of focus—it felt so good.
As Jesse's sweet 14-year-old pussy spasmed through another orgasm, she opened her eyes. With a long dog cock traveling in and out of her throat, she could see some of the men had their dicks out, stroking away, their faces masks of lust. They were loving it. The sight made her cum again; this glorious taboo had every single one of her sexual nerves on fire. The Great Dane between her legs was driving her through one orgasm after another, his tongue a masterful tool. She knew, with a certainty that shocked her, that when she did own a home, she would have a dog.
Then it happened. Her throat and mouth were filled with a hot, gushing torrent of dog cum. The dog between her legs changed its focus and began to lap at the cream on her breasts. After she was almost cummed out, she signaled for the wranglers.
They pulled back Zeus and Mars and brought in a frame and harness, similar to the goat's. She got on her hands and knees. Zeus was guided up to her pussy, and she reached back, took his cock, and fed it into herself. This harness was genius; it let the dog almost stand on its hind legs, which meant he could mount her mouth. They double-timed her.
Her mouth and throat were full with a thick dog cock hammering excitedly. She was in a much better position to receive and enjoy the experience. Her mouth clamped hard on the pointed cock traveling across her tongue. As the dog in the back slammed into her, Jesse suddenly felt something else—the dog's knot. Something she knew nothing about. It was a thick bulb of flesh, stretching her tender flesh as it forced its way inside her. And then he was locked into her. He hammered her hard, his knot pressing against her G-spot with every brutal thrust. She screamed with joy and orgasm.
A few of the men came at this sight. Earl and Reggie seemed jealous of the dogs, but they were high-fiving because of the masterpiece they were getting on camera. She felt the dog in her mouth begin to shake, its cock pulsing, and then she opened her throat to drink as the doggie cum shot into her stomach, over and over again. She clamped her lips tight, milking him. Jesse's mouth was leaking Mars's cum. The gorgeous animal pulled back, licking her face. She laughed and kissed him, petting him. Finally, Zeus sped up, then his cock pulsed, and she felt him fill her. The wranglers grabbed him to keep him stable and in place until his knot popped back out, and a stream of cum flowed from her abused, satisfied pussy.
The wranglers took the dogs away. Towels and a bottle of water were brought over. Jesse gave thanks, smiling. Earl was profoundly amazed. The 14-year-old worked harder and better than any woman he'd ever filmed. She would make them a fortune. He knelt down beside her. "Thank you," he said, his voice thick. "We'll take a break... 30 minutes?" he looked behind; the cameras were off. “It’s safe to take it off if you want – the red light tells you when it’s active.”
This surprised her. "20's fine," she panted. "But I need food. I need energy!"
Earl surprised himself. He wiped a spittle of cum from her cheek, then leaned in and kissed the teen. She ran her hand through the old man's hair and kissed him back, hard, her tongue pressing into his mouth. They got lost in it.
When they broke apart, Earl was lost. He suddenly had feelings for this teen. She wouldn't be hurt. He wouldn't allow any of the male performers to be rough with her. She would be paid well and dropped off somewhere safe when all was done. He would treat her like a prized possession. She was complying, above and beyond.
"I would like one thing extra when this is all done," she asked.
He would grant it. "What, sweetheart?"
"The finished film, uncut. I want a copy," she stated.
This made him smile. "Of course, sweetheart. You're looking amazing on camera." Their eyes met, and they smiled, a new, dangerous understanding passing between them.

When she was ready, Earl let her decide. They took her to the final set. The harness for the horse was slightly bigger than the one for the dogs, but less elaborate, a simple frame of steel and leather. Then Rocket was brought in. She knew her role now. The wranglers stepped away, giving her space. Jesse brushed and petted the beautiful miniature horse, her hands stroking his sleek, black coat.
His cock was already rising to attention, a magnificent, dark shaft of flesh. It made her wet, but what made her wetter was the sheer, impossible size of it, and the feelings she knew she would have if she could get it inside. It was feasible; a big-dicked man might have a comparable girth, but its length... no man would have that. Even though it was a miniature horse, she still knew she might only get a third, maybe even half of it in, and she was looking forward to the challenge, to the experience.
She reached under and started stroking Rocket. It didn't take long before a clear, slick bead of pre-cum seeped out from the magnificent baton of a cock. She bent down, showing her beautiful, bald pussy to the cameras. Earl zoomed in, capturing the way her lips glistened in anticipation. Then he focused on the 14-year-old wrapping her mouth around Rocket's cockhead. She swirled her tongue for the camera, a deliberate, teasing swirl, then sucked it deep into her wide-open mouth. The horse knew what was happening and started to gently fuck her mouth, his hips rocking in a slow, shallow rhythm. Rocket, Jesse, and her audience were all lost in the moment, loving her attention and care to this beast of a penis.
She pulled out from under the horse and stood, waving in the wranglers. It was time. They got Rocket up in the harness, and she took her position underneath, bent forward, her knees resting on a pillowed block, just like with Cheshire. She reached behind her to take Rocket's cock. A wrangler standing at the side moved the horse into position as Jesse slowly fed the horse's cock deep into her pussy. She took in as much as she could, what felt like eight thick, hard inches, but she wasn't sure. She let go, turned, and grabbed the bar in front of her for support and balance. At first, the wrangler gently started the horse's movement, but it quickly got into its own rhythm and fucked Jesse.
She was swearing at the beast, encouraging it. "That's it, boy, you fuck my teenage pussy!" she screamed. "Fuck, you're so big—so deep!" The horse took its time, rocking in and out of the tight hole that was clamping around its engorged cock. With every powerful thrust, it would hit her cervix, pull back, and hit it again, and again. Jesse's pussy was quivering and trembling with a sexual ecstasy she'd never known, the sheer thrill of being fucked by such an eloquent animal. A horse of all things, was conquering her fourteen-year-old pussy. Its girth was stretching her vagina. And being there was nowhere it wasn’t filling, it rubbed against her g-spot with every thrust. She came, and came, and came, her body a vessel of pure pleasure. Then, after a few minutes, and so many long strokes, she felt it; the cock started pulsing. A hose went off in the depths of her vagina, a hot flood filling her with horse cum.
She collapsed when Rocket's cock emptied itself, her legs giving out. On weakened knees, she turned and as she did before, she took Rocket's cock back into her mouth and sucked it dry, swallowing the last of his glorious cream. She fell back onto her butt, laughing, wiping cum from her mouth. She was so wasted, so ready to shower, maybe sleep. She wasn't really hungry—at this thought, she burst out laughing again. Maybe it was because of all the protein from the animal cum filling her belly. Her pussy was raw, her clit over-sensitive. The only thing that could use some attention was her breasts.

The final scene of the night wasn't an animal; it was a fantasy. Jesse was dressed in a classic plaid skirt, a crisp white blouse tied at the midriff, and knee-high socks. She was the picture of a schoolgirl, a fantasy brought to life in the center of the room. Four naked, ripped men surrounded her, their bodies a symphony of muscle and raw desire.
There was Chad, the cute, boyish one with dirty blond hair, clean-shaven and in his twenties. His cock was decent, average, but it looked good on camera. Then there was Bruno, a mountain of a man with a heavy beard and a biker's feel, his body a canvas of tattoos and his cock a thick, heavy truncheon. Marcus was tall and athletic, a handsome Black man with a large, imposing cock. And finally, Diego, a 5'9" Hispanic guy with jet-black hair, tattoos, and a decent, average penis.
Jesse dropped to her knees, a perfect submissive in her schoolgirl uniform. She went down the line, her mouth a warm, willing haven. She took Chad first, her tongue swirling around his length, then moved to Marcus, stretching her lips around his impressive girth. She took Diego next, her hand stroking his shaft as she sucked, and finally Bruno, whose thick cock was a challenge she met with a hungry moan. She gave each man her full, expert attention, her head bobbing, her eyes looking up at them, filled with a fire that burned brighter with every taste.
Then Bruno, the biker, had enough. He lifted her to her feet with surprising ease, bent her over at the waist, and drove his truncheon of a cock into her pussy from behind. She gasped, her hands on her knees. Marcus stepped in front of her, grabbing her hair and guiding his large cock into her open mouth. Chad and Diego stood back, wanking gently, their eyes glued to the sight of the fourteen-year-old being spit-roasted between the two biggest men.
Bruno pulled out, his cock glistening, and lifted her effortlessly. He carried her to a king-sized bed and lay down, pulling her on top of him. With a practiced motion, she stripped off the schoolgirl uniform, revealing her perfect, teenage body. She mounted him, sinking down onto his thick shaft. Marcus moved in behind her, pushing his slick cock against her asshole. Jesse tensed, then relaxed, allowing him to slide in. Chad stepped up, filling her mouth. She was a vessel of pleasure, fucked by all three men at once, a symphony of grunts, moans, and slapping flesh.
When Marcus came with a loud groan, filling her ass, he pulled out. Diego smoothly took his place, slipping his cock into her now-gaping hole. The relentless fucking continued until all three men had cum, their bodies spent. They pulled away, but Jesse wasn't done. She stayed on Bruno, who flipped them over, spread her legs, and buried his face in her cum-drenched pussy. He ate her with a primal hunger, licking and sucking the mingled fluids from her cunt as she sat on his face. As he was lost in her, Chad moved behind Jesse.
"Chad, take Bruno's cock!" she heard Earl instruct from the shadows. She watched, mesmerized, as Chad, the boyish one, took the biker's cock into his mouth. Bruno froze, shocked and angry, but the sensation was too much. He surrendered to the new experience, not knowing who it was, his hips bucking as the lips expertly squeezed him. Minutes later he came hard, into Chad's throat. Jesse's fingers were flying over her clit, Bruno still making love to her pussy. Another orgasm ripped through her.
When it was over, Bruno looked dazed. Jesse slid off his face, and Diego, the cute Hispanic guy, took her head in his hands. She giggled, a wicked, satisfied sound, and opened her awaiting mouth for his cock. She was tired, and her jaw needed a rest, but she surrendered as he fucked her mouth until he filled her one last time.
And the night's shooting was finally over.
Earl and Reggie came over, thanking her for an incredible shoot. Earl had towels brought over, as well as a robe and some water. "Fuck, I've never seen bestiality that good before," Reggie said, his voice full of awe. Jesse noticed he was hard as a rock. "Princess, we'll take you back to your room. Rest, shower when you feel up to it. We'll bring you food when you're ready. You sleep here tonight, because it'll be morning before I have the rough cut of the film spliced together. And then we'll drop you off somewhere safe with your money." Earl stopped, Reggie nodding his agreement. "Fucking incredible!"
As Earl said, she was taken to her room. Candles were lit, the light was low. Soda, water, and some beer filled the mini-fridge. A box of expensive chocolates sat on the table. She was a prisoner, but she was a queen.

Later that night, as Jesse lay on her bed, tender and physically worked out, she felt it. The hunger, a deep, sensual longing. She couldn’t believe it; she was horny again. And she realized there were two things she wanted.
One she might not get again for a long time.
She wanted Zeus’s cock in her. The sensation of the knot was out of this world. But the second thing she wanted, she didn’t know why. She wanted Earl. She wanted him to pound her pussy. And then she realized why—her grandfather. He reminded her of him, his look, his build, and his accent. He died four years ago, and they were close. She didn't know why she wanted to fuck Earl, or even her grandfather. But that’s what her pussy craved.
She slipped from the bed, the rough floor cold against her bare feet. The corridor was dimly lit, and a guard stood slumped against the wall outside her door. He straightened as she approached.
"I need Earl. And the dog, Zeus. Bring them to me, please."
The guard’s eyes flickered over her, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his lips. He gave a short nod and walked away. A moment later, a different guard took his place, his face impassive as she closed the door. Minutes later a sharp knock echoed on her door.
"Come!"
The door creaked open. Earl stood there, a large silhouette filling the frame, with Zeus panting softly at his side. He was smiling, a crinkle of amusement in his eyes.
"Do you have a taste for doggie cock?” Earl asked. He was a little surprised at the request.
“He’s rather big and very enthusiastic—but that tongue is to die for," she said, her grin was wide and wicked.
He held up a small glass jar of strawberry jam, its red wet contents glowing in the dim light. He placed it on a side table.
"You're a special girl—Princess!"
He made as if to turn, but her voice stopped him.
"Stay… I asked for you too!"
Her voice was low, and the sexy smile that played on her lips made him pause. He looked back, his expression softening slightly.
"You’re safe, I’ll be dropping you off in the morning… You don’t have to do anything more for your freedom," he gave her a look.
"No, I actually want you."
Her voice was a husky whisper, laced with an invitation that was unmistakable.
She didn't understand it. A memory, warm and distant, of her grandfather's smile, his rough hands. He'd died four years ago. This man, Earl, had the same look, the same build. It was wrong, sick, but a deep, hidden part of her, the part that had been craving a father's protection, was now craving this.
"Have a seat."
Earl sank into the single wooden chair in the corner, its legs scraping against the concrete floor. Jesse let the thin robe she was wearing fall from her shoulders. It pooled at her feet, revealing her naked body. Her breasts were small but developing, perfect little mounds with puffy, pale pink nipples that hardened in the cool air. The soft curve of her belly led down to the sparse, dark hair between her legs.
Earl’s breath hitched. He unzipped his pants and fished out his cock, already hard and thick in his hand. He began to stroke it slowly, his eyes glued to the glorious view before him. She ran a single finger over her own nipples, shivering at the contact. Zeus didn't need any more encouragement. He pushed his large head between her thighs, his cold nose bumping against her warm skin, and she let out a surprised giggle at his intrusion. She noticed he still had the protective covers on his paws that he had during the shooting.
She sat back on the edge of the bed, her legs spread. Unscrewing the jar of jam, she scooped a dollop of the glistening red jelly onto her clit. Zeus attacked it with fervor, his rough, wet tongue lapping at the sweet, sticky mess and the sensitive flesh beneath. A raw scream tore from Jesse’s throat as an orgasmic wave crashed over her, intense and immediate.
"That's it, girl, you let it all out," he groaned, his hand moving faster on his cock as he watched her.
She came again and again, her body trembling, until she gently pushed the dog’s head away. She turned onto her hands and knees on the bed, presenting herself to him. Before she could get properly situated, Zeus was on her back, his weight surprisingly heavy, his cock stabbing blindly against the curve of her ass. She shifted her hips, and then he was inside her, a hard, brutal slam as the Great Dane's thick cock drove deep, hitting her cervix and beginning to pummel her pussy with a relentless, primal rhythm.
Earl got up on the bed, kneeling in front of her. He fed his cock into her open mouth. She took him deep, her lips stretching around his girth, and with slow, deep strokes, he fucked her mouth in time with the dog’s thrusts. Then she felt it—a sharp, stretching pain followed by a mind-blowing, full-body orgasm as the dog's knot, thick and hard, forced its way inside her, locking them together. She screamed around Earl's cock, the vibrations making him groan with each convulsive wave of pleasure. The sight of her, impaled at both ends and lost in ecstasy, was too much for Earl. With a guttural moan, he flooded her mouth and throat with his hot, salty old man cum.
She collapsed onto the bed, her body limp and trembling. A short while later, she felt the intense pressure release as Zeus’s knot popped out. He pulled his cock free with a wet sound and curled up in a corner of the room, licking himself, looking utterly content.
Earl sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking her sweat-damp hair. She looked so beautiful and innocent lying there. A kid. A young teen. She smiled up at him, her eyes hazy with satisfaction. Her hand snaked out and found its way into his unzipped pants.
"I don't think I have any more in my old balls!"
She just winked at him, her fingers closing around his soft cock. She leaned over and took him into her mouth, sucking gently, skillfully, but after a few minutes, she felt him begin to harden again, growing back to life in the depths of her mouth.
He quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes. Then she climbed astride him, positioning his hard cock at her entrance and slowly impaling herself. She took her time riding the old man, setting a deep, sensual rhythm, her tight pussy gripping his cock with every stroke. She orgasmed again as he reached between them to rub her clit, his other hand rising to cup and feast on her small breasts, his rough thumb flicking her nipples. Then she felt the tremor running through him.
"Fill me, Gramps!"
The raw, taboo cry pushed him over the edge. As he pulsed inside her, filling this tender young pussy with his hot cum, another orgasm washed over her. She fell on top of him as he stopped pulsing, their mingled fluids running out from her stretched pussy and onto his thighs. She collapsed onto his chest, and they kissed, a deep, passionate tangling of tongues. From the corner, Zeus gave a little howl as an old man curled up with a young girl in his arms, both lost in a world of their own making.

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