A Real Man

A few beers later, and Walter and Elizabeth were drunkenly making their way upstairs. True, Walter oversold his own inebriation a little. Elizabeth laid back on the bed, horny as hell, her thighs naturally parting. But Walter wanted some head first.

He unzipped his cargo shorts, tugging them down, revealing a thick eight inch cock with a large mushroom head.

"Now tell me Douglas matches up," he ordered.

"He ... doesn't," Elizabeth admitted. "Except the balls. He got your balls."

"Well, that's something," Walter said, snorting. "How about Mira?"

"You're thicker," Elizabeth said groggily. She looked up at him with those big beautiful blue eyes, wrapping her lips around his cock. "You taste ... stronger ... better."

"Because I'm a real man, bitch," Walter said, slapping Elizabeth lightly.

She bobbed her head up and down his cock, giving him the type of action that should prompt a quick orgasm out of him. But it didn't. He looked with an iron gaze at her, as she relentlessly attacked his cock, only to be rebuffed. Then he pulled it out, ropes of saliva still connecting his cock with her lips. And he spread her thighs wide, slapping his meaty cock against her pussy.

"Oh fuck," Elizabeth moaned, quivering.

"Oh fuck is right," Walter hissed, penetrating his former daughter-in-law. Those huge balls assaulted her asshole as his cock delved deep into her pussy, her pink cuntwalls milking him. He lasted much longer than Douglas. Longer than D-Train, longer than Monique, longer than Mira. Her cunt was his, although he still needed to work on her mind, he thought. He came in her, as he should for his property. Then he left her, snoring loudly in the bedroom, and went downstairs to work his magic on Mira.