Crazy Carl

Carl stumbled down into the basement looking for Freddy. He roughly banged against the door and nearly tumbled over when he stumbled inside. The dripping from the leaking pipes onto the concrete guided him. Crazy Carl, as he was called, repeated the mantra in his head: "Find Freddy Follow the Pipes Find Freddy Follow the Pipes" over and over in his head.

He was still mumbling this, nervously scratching his balding head and liver spot-stained head when he turned the corner to see them. Freddy was face down, half of the bed with one hand on his "vodka" bottle and the other bent under him on the floor for a pillow. Beside him lay an Angel.

He nervously bit his teeth and turned away. He tried to close his eyes and unsee what he had seen. Her young, freckled pale flesh was glistening with sweat. Her legs hung open obscenely, and her gorgeous breasts rose with the rhythm of sleep. He gritted his yellow teeth and banged the side of his head, but he couldn't get the image of Faye out of his half-braindead mind.

Crazy Carl sheepishly turned back, his lower lip quivering. A tear was forming in his right eye as he went down to one knee, then the other, and crawled over to her on all fours. He took her dangling leg in his shaky hands and gently pulled her high heeled shoe off. His old, wet mouth slipped over her big toe, his tongue working in between it and the next one. She made some small, subtle movements. Her calf flexed. Her arm moved. She turned her head from one side to the other.

Crazy Carl's eyes watched for signs of awakening from the young vixen. When he saw none, he sucked the rest of her pale toes, licked the sole and top of her foot, and furiously rubbed his thick, throbbing erection inside his stained jeans. Even at nearly 66 years old, he still got as hard as a crowbar when he tasted a young girl's foot. He pulled his cock out, and shook her leg.

Faye's eyes barely parted. She saw a vague shape through the drunken haze she was in. It was vaguely man-shaped, and it only spoke two quivering words. "C..Ca..Can I?" It asked. She was so tired and so drunk, she just nodded, and let her eyes drift back to sleep, her left hand finding Freddy's stomach, and then sliding to his cock.

Carl stood, a mad gleam in his eye. He staired down, not whimpering anymore, at the young, naked woman. A wicked grin split his face. She had signed the Devil's contract as far as he was concerned. He moved toward her rapidly...