Erin and Hoss Peter

Meanwhile, up in the attic, Erin was doing some sucking of her own. Hoss Peter's tray was on the side of the bed, and his old, calloused hand was wrapped in Erin's dark mane, tugging her lips up and down his stiff shaft and then burying her mouth in his wrinkled, smelly sac.

"I want some pussy, Mary," he said, quite suddenly. Erin blushed. How was he going to handle seeing that she wasn't Mary, and more importantly, that she had a small penis?

Erin left her panties on, but her stiff tiny shaft still made a slight indentation in them. She lubricated her ass with jittery hands. She was finally losing her virginity, she wanted to crow. Then she amply lubricated Hoss's fat fuckpole.

Erin's hands shook as she held Hoss's cock in her hand. And she pushed her ass down against the head of his cock .... oh, fuck. She moaned, low and guttural, as he penetrated him. She took it slow, an inch at a time, until his pulsing pecker was buried balls deep in her.

His weathered hand reached down, tugging Erin's panties to the side. She opened her eyes in shock, but he didn't reject her. Instead, his hand wrapped around her tiny penis, tugging it insistently.

"Oh God, Peter ... oh fuck," Erin whined.

"Oh Mary ... oh Mary," Hoss groaned. She whimpered and whined, starting to bounce on his prick. The head of it pushed against her prostate with each stroke in and her eyes rolled back in her head as she started to cum. She kept going, and was rewarded with a thick load of cum in her ass.

"Oh Mary ... I want this always," Hoss said.

"Me too, Daddy," Erin replied. "Me too."