A New Home

Jack was 6'3, and impossibly lean. He hadn't shaved in years, and his hair and beard had mats. He was still tender from the beating, and it seemed like everywhere Elizabeth inspected, there was another cut or bruise. He was in his early 50s, so there was a tinge of white in his beard and hair and sideburns.

"Why ... why are you doing this for me?" Jack asked weakly. Elizabeth still didn't have a proper answer for that, giving him some more water and soup. She undid the buttons on his shirt, carefully tugging it free from his bruised frame, adding another pillow to prop him up in her former marital bed better. Then she reached down, unbuttoning his loose pants.

"You don't have to," he rasped out. She gently swatted his hands away.

"Nonsense," she replied. He wasn't wearing underwear. It was large and uncut, and the presence of the beautiful beauty queen was making it stiffen quickly, despite his lack of sustenance and injuries. Soon, it was eight inches. Elizabeth reached down, giving it a couple of strokes. She had learned size mattered, but only up to a point. Whether Jack was eight or thirteen inches, it didn't really matter. It was big, it was Black, and that was enough.

"I'm sorry," Jack said, embarrassed. "It's been a long time -- I can't even remember ..."

"Shhh," Elizabeth said. "Let me just get it off, then we'll get you a bath."

"It's been too long," Jack said. "Pussy ... I need pussy if you're going to help me."

Elizabeth wrinkled her nose. He stank still. He was injured still. But ... she put the soup and water onto the nightstand, and then carefully got onto her haunches, squatting over Jack's dick. She lowered herself slowly, holding the shaft in her hand, as he penetrated her.

"Oh fuck yes," Jack breathed out.

"Oh, that's good Jack," Elizabeth said. She slid down further, until the entirety of his shaft was buried inside her soft, warm, wet, silken pussy. He reached down, his rough, calloused fingers finding her clit, rubbing it rapidly between two fingers, causing her to spasm and cum.

"That's right, baby, let ole Jack help you too," the formerly homeless man said, his balls pressed against Elizabeth's asshole. "Been so long for ole Jack."

"I know, I know Jack ... just promise to be good to me, always. I've had ... I've had a tough stretch."

With that, they mated, his cock lasting far longer than she would have expected, and his rough hands working her to another pair or orgasms before he drained his balls into her, an explosion of thick cum filling her to the brim.

"Ole Jack will always be good to you," he mumbled sleepily, as Elizabeth curled up on him for a nap of her own, despite the stench and grime.