|
When the Angel Smiles by The Hawk (mf)
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Subject: Smile (m/f)
Date: Sun Jul 9 00:46:35 1995
Disclaimer: Do not read unless over 18 years of age and are liberal
minded enough appreciate an erotic sex story!
Do not repost without authors consent
Copyrighted by RAW Publishing
****************************************************************************
When The Angel Smiles
By The Hawk
His face is crinkled with wrinkles. His bones creak. His diaper leaks.
He doesnt remember very much, anymore. Snow white hair fringes his
skull. His eyes are an ageless blue. He sits on the 10:00 A.M flight
from Pittsburgh to Columbus. His hands are folded in his lap, where a
Wall Street Journal rests. Next to him is an empty seat. Charlie is
staring out into the cloudy Monday morning ski in his Grandfather getup,
brown pants and a tan cardigan sweater. They both look as old as he.
The rest of the plane is filling up with business men and annoying
children. The jet of cold airplane air shoots down upon his shiny crown
of liverspots. The air smells stale and lifeless. He wishes he wore his
hat.
The stewardess leans her fragrant body close to his fragile
frame. Her breasts point toward him in youthful voluptuousness. She
asks in a perky stewardess voice if he wants a pillow. He doesnt.
Chastisement from his dead wife comes forth, through a painful memory.
He checks his newspaper to stop the memory of his late wife, her once
pleasant appeasement through the geriatric years. The only lovely
solitude of passion.
Hello there, says the temptation of youth which had sat down next
to him. He nods his head as her youthful presence breaks into his mind.
It unlocks feelings he hadnt felt since his youth. He felt alive.
Whats your name, stranger, she says as her smile brightens to an
illuminate white row of perfect teeth.
Um, Charlie, he replies trying not to smile too much.
Im Mandy, she shakes his hand, Nice to meet ya. His smile gets
even larger. Her eyes reflect the brilliance of the florescent light in
the winged chariot that will deliver Mr. Charlie Peterson home to where
he shall make his final amends before his end. Mr. Petersons going home
to die.
The cold airplane air has stiffened her pert nipples. Her
breasts swell as she wraps her arms around herself in order to warm her
body. Goosebumps run down her alabaster skin. Her hair blows softly in
the circulated cabin air. He notices.
He wonders if she picking up the 11:00 flight to Denver. He
wonders what it would it would be like to hold her, warm her and love
her. She lays back in her chair and drifts off into blissful sleep. He
notices that her flimsy silk blouse is almost bursting out with two very
plump delicious breasts. Shes not wearing a bra. Without effort he is
able to glimpse at her puckered up nipple, brown and crinkled. Actually
more pink than brown. It rises and falls as she breathes. He gets
restless as his groin gets uncomfortable. The throbbing force of nature
encourages his old body to harden.
She opens her eyes slowly. He doesnt realize. She sees his wide
eyed stare. She smiles. With deliberate movements she spreads her legs
little by little causing her short skirt to rise up her smooth thighs.
His heartbeat quickens.
She then leans forward to grab his wrinkled old hand. Hes
startled and flustered. She smiles. She asks a stewardess for a
blanket. He slowly turns his head towards the window letting the blood
rush back from his flushed face.
Would you like to share its awfully cold? she asks with a grin.
He doesnt answer. She drapes the blanket over his decrepid body, while
she slowly caresses his hardened maleness through his faded brown
trousers. She smiles.
As her hand surrounds his swollen manhood he asks, How...How old
are you?
While pumping her fist up and down slowly milking his penis she
replies, Does it matter?
No., he answers out of breath.
He touches her breast. He gropes. He comes. Brilliant lights
flare up his synapses as pleasure raises havoc to his frail time worn
body. His teeth grit in the suppression of a groan. She smiles.
Charlie walked down the sloping grate into the bustling airport
terminal. The strange face of the crowd blurred his vision with tourists
and business suits. He looked at his ticket for his connecting flight.
He looked at his worn leather loafers and with a stifled yawn he picked
up his suitcase. It was light. He carried very little on this trip.
His britches were still a little damp and sticky thanks to
Mandy. He ignored the yanking of his pubic hairs which were matted down
by his own come. He walked over to the gift shop. Sauntering over to
the magazine rack he looked for a good magazine. He doubted his next
flight was going to be as eventful as the last.
The airport was hissing with angry people. The snowy weather had
postponed all flights until tomorrow. He sat down on a old brown wooden
bench. The hardness of the wood pressed into his bony body. The
terminal was a obstacle on his mission to get home. His reckoning.
She appeared in the crowd. She still seemed so innocent. So
youthful. He could still feel the warm caress of her youthful hand. She
smiled. Mandy sauntered over with her carry on bag full to the brim.
Its weight caused her to slouch, which caused her breasts to jut forth
even more pronounced.
She sat down next to him. She asked whether or not he was going
to stay at a hotel for the night. He hadnt really had time to think
about it, but it was a good idea. She asked if it would be all right if
they shared a room because she didnt have enough money for one of her
own. He couldnt refuse.
Once in the sterile hotel room, she disrobed and took a long hot
shower. He wondered if she would.... She came out of the shower dressed
in only a towel. She was even more beautiful than when he had first seen
her. His crotch grew uncomfortable. She noticed. She dropped the
towel. Her skin was so pale. Her breasts were so soft. Her eyes were
so warm. Her smile was so inviting. She licked her ruby lips as she
leant over to undress him. He fell back against the bed. She took off
his pants and shirt. She kissed his aching flesh. She caressed his old
body.
Then, she sat astride him and straddled his thighs and slowly
sank down on his long penis. Mandy stayed still for only a while. Then
she milked him for all he was worth. Now, Charlie was always a virile
man throughout his life so he had some experience with stamina. Even
now in his decrepit old age, he was good. He pumped his hips in rhythm
with her wild bucking. For a old codger he still had stamina. She came
writhing about in wild animal abandon. He stayed stiff and erect. She
pulled her self off slowly. A sucking pop could be heard as her womanly
treasure released its grip on his manhood. He now took over.
He let her suck off her own juices. She tantalized his shaft
with feather light licks. She then took the whole shaft into her throat,
yet he still managed not to come. He was drenched with sweat and the
desperation was written all over his face. He eased his prick out of her
mouth. He bent her over. Jabbing with his spear he pierced her womanly
petals. She moaned loudly. She looked back at him and smiled. He came.
Her but cheeks were covered with a glaze of white semen. She
reached back and rubbed it into her soft fleshy buttocks. He went and
got a washcloth wet with warm soapy water. He wiped it along her
beautiful white globes and down into the soft crack. This caused him to
get aroused again. He took his long member and pressed it between her
cheeks. He then used his spit as a lubricant and rubbed it around her
anus. She was laying on her belly responding to each touch with gentle
writhing. He then slowly inched pressed his penis into her ass. She
moaned at the intimate intrusion. She got up on all fours so he could
have better access. She then pushed back onto his shaft. The tight
pressure of her sphincter muscle around his shaft nearly sent him through
he roof. He swatted profusely. She spasm wildly at his pumping. He
reached around and fingered her clitoris. She was ecstatic with
pleasure. She exclaimed loudly between moans, Fuck my ass!
He pulled out after she had a blissful orgasm. He was still
erect. She turned over onto her back. He straddled her chest. He
pressed her luscious breasts together and pumped his prick slowly between
the grotto of her soft breasts. She licked the head of his shaft every
time it peeked out between her breasts. He then shifted back down to her
love nest. He suck on her clitoris like a madman. When she neared orgasm
he slid in her wet vagina. He came with her. Then he just laid down on
top of her, exhausted. After a few moments of rest he pulled out his
soft member. Cum oozed out of her, pearly white. With a angelic smile
she wiped herself and took a shower.
TO BE CONTINUED
PLEASE E-MAIL SUGGESTIONS and or COMMENTS---Flames will be ignored
|
|
