Mr. Goreman wants some nasty foreplay

"Can't an old man get a kiss?" Mr. Goreman smiles warmly and opens his arms.

"Of course," you reply.

You embrace him, your breast mashing against his sagging chest, your hard nipples like little stones between you. His hands wrap around your back and he pulls you against him firmly. His hard cock presses against your thigh and against the smooth soft flesh of your pussy.

He kisses you lustily, his tongue thrusting between your full lips and exploring the fresh wetness of your teenage mouth. You part your lips to him and taste his tongue, slipping over and around yours, the faint taste of coffee and pipe smoke.

His mouth is pressing so firmly against yours and his body holding you so urgently tight that you almost fall over together. Realizing the danger to an old codger like Mr. Goreman you gently drag him down to the grass and lay side-by-side. His hands find your breasts and he squeezes them and tweaks your nipples. You throw a leg over his hip and gently rub your increasingly juicy little cunt against his hard cock.

"Put 'em in my face," Mr. Goreman begs and you slide up his body and press your dangling tits against his face.

He begins to lick them all over, kissing and nibbling on the soft flesh and then sucking them into his mouth. Tiny jolts of pleasure shoot through your breasts each time the old man squeezes one of your breasts in his hands and sucks hard on your little pink nipple.

You reach down and wrap your hand around his cock, stroking his moist shaft as he enjoys your bountiful bosom. He thrusts against your stroking fist, obviously enjoying the stimulation he's receiving. By this point you just want to get fucked by that dick, but Mr. Goreman is obviously a man who intends to enjoy this opportunity.

"Get on your hands and knees, sweetie," he urges.

You release your grip on his cock and comply, presenting your firm ass to the older man. He brushes a few leaves and a small twig from your cheeks and then rests both palms on your ass. You gasp when you feel his lips against your cheek, kissing, licking and then moving to your crack. He licks up and down, between your cheeks, tasting your sweat and teasing the tip of his tongue across your puckered pink hole.

"Ohh," you gasp from the unexpected sensation.

Mr. Goreman bathes your ass in his warm spit, savoring his long licks up and down and pressing his face against your cheeks. He homes in on your little clenched hole and licks around and around it, relaxing it until he can wriggle his tongue inside just a little. You moan with pleasure at the strange sensation. He keeps at it and begins to finger your pussy, sliding two long fingers in and out of your juicy slit as he tongues your ass.

"You're such a dirty old man," you moan.

"Nnnnnnnhhnnnn," Mr. Goreman agrees as he pushes his tongue in and out of your tight ass.

You begin to rock your hips and push back against his thrusting fingers. This has the added effect of fully skewering your tight ass on the old man's tongue. It's a filthy sensation, his tongue squirming in your ass, but you can't deny he's getting closer and closer to making you cum. Within seconds you're practically bucking against his face and his fingers are pumping in and out of your creamy cunny with a wet slosh. You balance on one hand and use the other to rub your clit, adding to the intensity of the moment.

"You're going to...going to..."

You can't even finish the sentence. You cry out, losing your balance so that your shoulders and face drop tot he grass. Your ass and pussy thrust up at Mr. Goreman and he gladly buries his face against your ass and pounds your pussy with his boney fingers. You scream into the dirt as you cum, muscles rippling around his fingers and your ass clenching reflexively around his tongue. You cum so hard you see white for a moment.

He releases you, gasping, from your orgasm and you roll onto your back. You're breathing hard and flushed with your orgasm. Mr. Goreman smiles down at you, his hard cock still sticking out from his waist like the prow of a boat. You get up on your knees and crawl over to him, embracing him and kissing him. When you pull back, still a little breathless, you look down and wrap your fingers around his cock.

"Now what are we going to do about this?"

Mr. Goreman's grin spreads from ear to ear at the thought of what's to come.