Showing Him How its Done

Clovis made a special guest appearance in Carrie's room that night, Carrie fresh with her new tattoos.

"They look good, ****," Clovis said, a rare compliment.

"Umm, thanks," Carrie said. She looked over. Floyd was in the room too.

"I'm going to show this whippersnapper how to fuck a girl," Clovis said simply. He was already hard, having missed Carrie's pussy. Floyd blushed hard, but didn't say anything.

"Okay," Carrie acknowledged. "What position?"

"Missionary. This boy is teeny tiny, too tiny for your heifer ass," he said. He much preferred insults to compliments.

Carrie laid back on the bed, and Clovis took out his dentures. Carrie obligingly opened her mouth, knowing she couldn't stop it, and Clovis spit into it.

"You've got to own these bitches, boy, don't let them boss you around or tell you what's what," Clovis said as he slid his cock into the loose pussy of Carrie. She grunted, groaning as her hand went to his ass.

"Yes, Sir," Floyd said. He pulled out his six inch cock. It wasn't that tiny, Carrie thought. It was how big you wished you were, she thought. But he stroked his cock with an odd overhand grip. And he was staring not at Carrie's pussy, but Clovis's cock. He was just like you, Carrie thought.

After a few minutes, she could feel Floyd approach. His cock was over her mouth ... no, her face ... no, her head. And when his great grandfather came, he came, not in thick explosive ropes, but almost like a mudslide of extremely thick cum with little motility. And he came all over her hair, immediately matting it.

"Floyd!" Clovis showed. "What the fuck is the matter with you boy? Get your ass out of here, you're an embarrassment!"