Straddle and ride him

Crassle's fat cock is stretching your lips, but it's his fingers awkwardly spreading your ass and playing with your pussy that have your attention. You know the old man is about to blow a load in your mouth, but you're too horny to worry about the same things that kept you from fucking earlier. You release Crassle's cock from your mouth and look up at him.

"Sit back on the seat," you demand.

He nods, sitting back on the seat as you slide a leg across his lap. You wrap your hand around his spit slick cock, capturing it in your fingers and guiding into your juicy slit as you straddle the old man's hairy legs.

"Fuck yeah, I can feel the heat," he says, resting his hands on your hips as you squat over him.

"I really shouldn't," you say with a laugh, teasing your puffy lips and slippery slit with his oozing cockhead.

You push his cock back, guiding it into your warm depth, sliding down in one motion until his fat cock fills your teenage pussy and your ass rests on his legs. Crassle leans forward and begins sucking on one of your hard, pink nipples. You both begin to fuck, you straining leg muscles to rise up and down on his impaling prick, he using hips and hands and sucking away as you fuck up and down on his straining shaft.

He leans back and you dip forward to kiss him. Your soft cheeks slap against his legs and his cock sloshes into your pussy with each downward thrust. You roll your hips, grinding your clit along the top of his veiny cock.

Crassle's tongue is filling your mouth, overpowering your own kiss, his hands hold tight to your waist and he rams hard up into you. His cock swells and stiffens, completely filling you up.

"Give it to me!" you cry, feeling your orgasm tightening in your tummy.

Your breasts bounce wildly up and down as the old man grunts and pants and slams up into you again and again. His fingers are hard on your waist, his cock like a spear pounding into your tight, teenage hole.

"Aaaaah!" he yells and in a frenzy of slapping and slurping flesh he explodes.

Your orgasm clamps down around him as his first hot ropes of cum erupt deep inside you. His twitching tool pumps a river of his goo into your pussy, sliding out around his cock and dripping down his balls. You can feel the hot liquid filling you up with each spasm of your inner muscles.

As you both come down from your orgasms you settle onto his lap and kiss his face and neck. His retreating cock finally slips from your well-fucked cunt and his foamy load trickles out of your stretched slit.

You laugh and kiss for some time, both of you excited by the intensity of the sex. He produces some moistened towels to clean up, and although you are eager to return to the part you're both still flushed and out of breath from the fuck session. Even after you awkwardly dress in the car there is a lingering heat between you. As you walk back to the party you pull him aside just beyond the door.

The two of you step into the bushes.

"I wanted to say thanks," you whisper into his ear, your hand finding the fly of his slacks.

"Oh, really?" Crassle laughs.

You drop to a crouch and drag his soft prick from his pants. He groans when your lips capture the spongey head and your tongue flicks at the dripping slit, tasting his salty liquid. You give Crassle a slow blowjob, showing him how you enjoyed his company. You can feel his load still trapped inside your slit and it makes you hotter. You reach down and finger your clit while you suck him.

When he cums you moan around his cock and look up at him, your eyes meeting as his twitch cock squirts his cum across your tongue. You swallow his load, stroke out and lick up the last few drops, and then tuck his cock back into his trousers.

"A little bonus," you say with a wink and give him a kiss on the cheek.

Crassle plants a kiss on your lips, but you don't allow it to linger. You head inside ahead of him and find your way back to Sara as she chats with one of her friends.

"I have returned," you say with a smile.

Sara smiles back and smooths a few strands of your hair back into place. She doesn't ask why you're a bit red-faced and sweaty, but when Crassle enters looking the same way the solution to the mystery is obvious to anyone paying attention.

"I'm glad you survived," Sara jokes. "We can mingle some more if you'd like or get started on that tour."