Wrong Way Alexis

Alexis Ferrari practically skipped along the wooden path, carefully retracing her steps from her last adventure. Right at the hill. Left at the little flag attached to the tree. Right at the cross. Left where it looks safe.

Each step brought renewed anticipation, but also renewed uncertainty. Was she hewing to the path correctly? What if Black Jack wasn't there?

She emerged from the woods behind the ghetto, the familiar stink hitting Alexis's nostrils, causing her pussy to drip. She found her way to the tents, seeing Black Jack's familiar boots.

"You're back," Black Jack said groggily. Alexis coughed, the stink of weed filling her senses, nodding.

"I am, baby," she purred. She reached down, unbuckling Black Jack's jeans. She also pulled out a condom she'd purchased for the occasion. Black Jack shook his head.

"Ain't gonna fit on ole Jack," he said simply. Alexis tried to stretch out the condom to fit Black Jack's girth and width, but it ultimately broke on her. She sighed. She wanted to fuck. She held the cock in her hand while Black Jack smoked his blunt, staring at her, willing to do something. Fuck it, she thought. She climbed up onto his cock bare, rubbing the thick head against her silky Italian pussy. Then she gently lowered herself.

She closed her eyes, focused on every sensation of the moment as that dirty, homeless Black cock pushed into her posh Italian pussy. She ground down on it, slowly taking her time to accommodate the size. Then she opened her eyes, squealing in surprise to see another homeless man staring at her. This was a white man. Black Jack heard her, peering around her voluptuous body.

"Oh, nothing to be afraid of. This is Black Jack's friend. White Jack."

Alexis gawked at the white man, stuffed to the gills with Black cock. He undid his pants wordlessly, tugging out a healthy seven and a half-inch cock. Not Black Jack, for sure. But acceptable. She looked back at Black Jack, who nodded, and she turned around once more, focused on the elderly White Jack as she took his cock into her hands, jerking it hungrily. She sniffed it. God, it stank. But she already had Black Jack balls deep in her. She shrugged to herself, wrapping her lips around it. The taste wasn't great. But combined with Black Jack ... God this felt nasty. Taboo.

Most tents were silent at this time of day, as the homeless hunkered down from the heat. In Black Jack's tent, the two homeless men expertly fucked the Italian beauty.