He warns you, and you reward him

"That's nice," Mr. Crassle murmurs as his prick slides in and out of the tight oval formed by your lips.

"That's good, yeah. Suck it like that."

You slurp the swelling head of his cock into your mouth and taste the salty tang of his precum beginning to flow across your tongue.

"Yeah," he groans, settling his hands on your head, "I'm getting real close now, babe."

You pull your lips from his cock, but continue to stroke his slippery shaft.

"I want it," you moan, "I want it in me."

A smile twists the older man's lips.

"Oh, can't resist this big dick?" He snorts. "Alright, get up."

You stand up, your thighs quaking with anticipation. You hike your dress up to your waist, revealing the triangle of white cotton covering the moist mound of your pussy. Mr. Crassle rests a hand on your hips and looks at your body as he strokes his cock. You hook your fingers in the waistband of the panties and roll them down your legs. Dampness shows in the crotch of the panties that drop to your ankles. Mr. Crassle reaches out and massages your wet pussy with his long wrinkled fingers.

"Oh, you're nice and wet," he observes and pulls his hand away to look at the juices slicking his fingers.

"I want it," you tell him, rubbing your clit and spreading your lower lips apart with your fingers so he can see the tight pink interior of your hungry cunny.

"Over here," he pushes you towards the toilet.

You hop up on the back of the tank, the ceramic cold beneath your ass. Mr. Crassle stands with a leg on either side of the toilet bowl and begins to rub the drooling head of his prick against your sopping slit. You throw your arms around his neck and look into the older man's eyes.

"Fuck me," you plead. "Give me that dick."

"You want it?" He teases.

"Yesss," you sigh and throw your legs around his waist using your heels to pull him into you.

He obliges, letting you drag his cock into the tight warmth of your teenage pussy. He groans as your wet cunt grips his cock.

"Shit you're tight," he grunts. "I wont last long after that blowjob you were-"

You smother his lips with yours, letting him thrust his big tongue into your mouth. You pull away from the kiss, breathless, and look down at his cock disappearing into your aching cleft.

"Fuck me," you plead again, and he does.

He slams his cock into you to the hilt, his balls slapping against your thighs as he buries himself in your clenching cunt. He fucks you deep and with powerful strokes that shake the toilet and mash his pubic hair against your throbbing clit. You drag down the straps of your dress so he can see your bare breasts, slapping against your ribs with each of his mighty thrusts. He eyes them, but reaches behind you to dig fingers into your ass cheeks and pull himself deeper into your pussy.

"I'm getting close," he pants, sweat beading his head, his eyes boring into yours.

"Cum inside me," you gasp. "I want to feel it."

"Can't," he objects. "Pregnancy...might..."

His cock seems to grow more rigid inside your fluttering walls, swelling and filling you up even more.

"Cum inside me," you beg. "Please, cum in me."

"You reall...ohhh...," he clenches his eyes and licks his lips, "you really want it?"

"Yessss," you cry as your own orgasm hits you.

"Oh fuck, I can feel you, I can feel you cumming," he moans. "I can feel...ahhhhh..."

He seems to struggle until the last minute, grabbing his shaft with his hand, but not pulling out of your spasming snatch. You decide for him, dragging him into your steaming depths with your heels and bucking your hips. You grip him with your inner muscles and don't let go until Mr. Crassle groans and you feel his cock jerk inside you. It twitches again and you feel his hot cum spewing into your womb, bathing your teenage love tunnel with his sperm.

"Pump that cum into my pussy," you tell him through clenched teeth.

He stops moving and watches as you roll your body and milk his cock, siphoning out thick ropes of cum that squelch and slurp as they ooze out around his dick. It feels so hot filling you up and you cum again just from the sensation of the old man pumping his load deep inside you.

When he's finished he stands there, still inside you, gasping for breath and holding onto your ass. You reach up and cradle his face, raising your lips to his and tasting the sweat of exertion.

"I can feel it inside me," you whisper to him. "A huge load."

He kisses you again and moves his hands to your breasts, squeezing them and tugging gently at your hard nipples.

"That might be the," he swallows, "the hottest fuck of my life."

"Mmmmm," you smile mischievously, "good."

He takes a step back and his softening prick slides free of your cummy cunt. His sperm begins to ooze out, but you are quick to dip your fingers between your legs and scoop up the sperm flowing out of your cunt. You look into his eyes as you lick strands of his sperm from your fingers, then you slide off the toilet and bathe his cock with your mouth. When you're finished he tucks his flaccid cock back into his boxers and zips up.

"Thanks, babe," he says and gives you a wink before leaving.

With a sigh, you walk out of the stall and wash up your face. You take a moment to reapply your lipstick before you return to the table. Mr. Crassle is already back at the table, tucking into his steak while his ditzy wife picks at a salad. You feel bad about what just happened, but you remember what Mr. Wood said about allowing boyfriends. All the same, you doubt he'd like to hear you just fucked the daylights out of his worst enemy, so you have trouble making eye contact with him when he welcomes you back to the table.

All the same, as you settle into your chair you pat him affectionately on the leg.