Chapter 5: Abbies first time
The night falls, casting long shadows across Bernard's bedroom. The room is filled with a dim, warm light from the bedside lamp, casting a soft glow on Abbie's pink lingerie and stockings. Her blonde hair cascades down her shoulders, framing her honey sweet lips and small nose. Her breasts are small and perky, fitting perfectly in her lace bra. Her round firm butt is accentuated by her matching thong, and her flat stomach is stretched taut by her corset.
Her perfect white teeth gleam in the dim light as she smiles at him, and her golden hair shines like a halo around her face. Bernard can't help but stare at her, feeling his heart race in his chest.
"I want to pleasure you, Bernard," Abbie says, her voice sultry and low. "I want to taste you, to feel you in my mouth." She crawls across the bed towards him, her hips swaying hypnotically.
Her fingers found the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down to expose his frail, wrinkled cock. "Let me taste you," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin.
She took him into her mouth, her lips sealing around his shaft with a wet, sucking sound. Her tongue swirled around the head, teasing the sensitive slit, and Bernard let out a sharp gasp. She was perfect, a goddess, moving with a rhythm that made his whole body tremble.
"Fuck, Abbie," he groaned, his voice ragged and thin. She deep-throated him, gagging slightly but not stopping, her eyes locked on his with fierce determination. The sight of her blonde hair falling over his lap, her pretty face working his cock, was almost too much to bear.
After several minutes of this, she pulled back, saliva stringing from her lips to his tip. "I need you inside me," she said, her voice husky with need as she straddled his thin hips. She guided him to her entrance, her pussy already soaking wet from the memory of his cum on her face last night.
She sank down onto him, a low moan escaping her lips as he filled her tight, virgin heat. "Oh, god, yes," she breathed, beginning to rock her hips, riding him with slow, deliberate strokes. His aged, spotted hands reached up, trembling as they grasped her small, perky tits through the lace of her bra.
He squeezed them, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, feeling the hard nipples beneath the fabric. "Harder," she urged, her movements becoming faster, more urgent. The bed creaked with each thrust, the sound mixing with their ragged breaths and muffled grunts.
Bernard felt the familiar, urgent pressure building in his balls, a heat spreading through his loins. "I'm gonna cum," he panted, his hands tightening on her breasts as he spilled his load deep inside her pussy. She collapsed onto his chest, feeling his heartbeat race against her own, both of them soaked in sweat and spent.
She collapsed onto his chest, feeling his heartbeat race against her own, both of them soaked in sweat and spent. His frail body felt impossibly light beneath hers, a骨架 of brittle bones and loose skin. For several seconds, the only sound was their labored breathing echoing in the dim room.
Abbie’s mind raced, every nerve alive with the raw, physical memory of him stretching her tight virgin cunt. She knew it was wrong, a sick, deviant truth that curled in her gut like cold lead. Looking down at the frail aged man, she saw every wrinkle, every liver spot, with terrifying clarity in the lamplight.
His warm cum still flooded her womb, a thick, leaking presence that made her muscles pulse weakly. As she slid off him, a gush of his seed trickled down her thigh, soaking into the pink stockings. But she regretted nothing, not the violation or the filth, only the slowing of her own hammering heart.
Bernard lay motionless, his mouth agape, eyes wide and unblinking behind his smudged glasses. He was utterly speechless, trapped in a paralysis of shock and satiation. “You okay?” Abbie asked, her voice casual but low, as she wiped her slickness with the back of her hand.
He didn’t respond, just stared past her at the ceiling, his dentures clicking softly. “Guess that was a lot, huh?” she murmured, a faint, crooked smile touching her lips. Her pussy ached wonderfully, a deep, used feeling that she craved to feel again.
The smell of sex and old man filled her nostrils, a pungent mix that should have repelled her. Instead, it ignited something hotter, darker, in her core. She recalled the taste of his cum from yesterday, the way she’d greedily sucked it from that towel.
Now it was inside her, marking her, and the power of that made her shiver. Bernard finally moved, a trembling hand reaching toward her but falling short on the damp sheet. “Abbie,” he croaked, the word barely audible, soaked in disbelief and shame.
She caught his hand, interlacing her smooth fingers with his gnarled, spotted ones. “Shhh,” she whispered, leaning close enough to smell his sour breath. “I wanted it.” The clock ticked loudly in the silence, measuring this new, irreversible truth.