Stranger strangers.

Olly looked to Ling, who smiled unassumingly.

"You're next."

A minute later, the Asian woman's black dress pants were discarded, strewn over an elderly man's head sitting at a nearby bench. A brown haired woman in tight shorts who had been jogging by decided to take a breather, and took a seat next to him. She pulled out her phone, looking at the time, then took one earbud out of an ear, turning.

"Hey."

After removing the pants from his head and setting it over the bench, the older man realized the jogging woman was addressing him, and nodded politely to the pretty, fit stranger. "Hiya, missy."

"Hi," she echoed, then bluntly cut to the chase. "You're old but I bet your cock is as ripe as a stallion. Am I right?"

The gramps chuckled, fiddling with his walking staff. "You'd be right, there, young missy. Very, very right."

The young woman smiled, leaning one elbow on the arm of the bench, as she placed her chin against her fist. "I knew it. I knew you had a nice cock."

"That I do indeed. It's very, so very nice." A wistful sigh exited his lungs. "Some days, I just jerk off thinking of how nice my nice cock is."

"Mmmm..." His bench-mate began pressing her thighs together rapidly. The effect caused the wooden support to vibrate a little. She could nevertheless not deny the way this was making her feel.

After all, she wanted to see this old 80-something-year-old-man's penis. Ride it. Lick it. Maybe even introduce her ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend to it. Eurgh. There she goes again, rubbing those thighs. Squishing her wet, pervy pussy. She wished she could at least take a picture of it. Or film it, just dangling there. It didn't have to do anything. Just dangle. Dangle was fine.

"I have such a pervy pussy!" the woman laughed, hands slapping her legs. "God... my pussy... it's so pervy!"

"Why do you say so?"

"Well," she sighed, "I'm friken thinking of your cock like it's the most important thing in the world right now! And clearly, it's not. I have a run to finish and my nephew is going to be waiting for me to pick him up from the rec center..." She puffed her cheeks, air deflating from it cartoonishly. "...but I don't really give a shit? All I feel like doing right now is talking about your nice cock."

The greying hair shuffled against the passing gust. "Mm. You want to talk about my nice cock."

"I want to talk about your nice cock!"

"You want to talk about my nice cock."

"I want to talk about your nice cock." After a pause, the jogger sighed again. She stood to her feet, quickly tucked her fingers underneath the waistline of her shorts, and pulled them down, bending at the waist as she did. The old man got a good look at her firm, very round rear. He felt himself hardening. His 8-incher poked through his loose pants like a rocket under a tarp.

"Wanna fuck?" she posited.

He shrugged. "Sure."

The man began undoing his pants as the woman swayed her ass before him, moving it to an invisible melody. Finally, his cock sprang into action. At the sight, she was barely unable to contain herself. She hurried backwards, stumbling over a crack on the pavement, and fell right onto his dick -- which, in turn, plunged itself up her butthole.

"OOOOOHHHOOOOO yes... YESS.... YEESSSS!"

She instantly came, only to continue jamming the elderly man's dick up inside of her. "Don't... stop... don't stop! I want it!" The smack of her ass against the older man's bony flesh pattered into the open air. "I want it!!"

Another gingerly chuckle puttered from her new sex partner's throat. "Very well, young missy. Very--" Thrust! "--well!"

Meanwhile, a yard or two away, Angelica and her friends were all bottomless. Out of their vaginal orifices oozed semen which pooled onto their chairs as they texted and chatted unperturbed. Their shakes, barring Ling's, which had been disposed onto Angelica's shirt, were now replaced with cum, and their straws, which were formerly generic cylindrical tubes, now resembled miniature dildos, which they generously sipped out of.

Another drab afternoon out on the city.