Send Caleb off with a smile

Faye lowered herself down until her warm, smooth pussy lips touched his cock. She slid back and forth, covering its length with her musky liquid sex. Caleb's breath caught as he stared up into her beautiful face. "You don't have to, m'dear..." he said, a strained look on his face. A tear fell down Faye's face as she smiled weakly.

"It's alright, Mr. Caleb." She said, and angled his cock up, sliding herself up along its length until she felt the cockhead press against her tight, vaginal ring of muscle. She closed her eyes as she lowered herself down, feeling the smooth headflesh slide in, and then inch by inch, the shaft pressing into her warm cunt. He had grown in her hand and her mouth, and now he was inside her. She felt herself moisten as his girth pulsed inside of her, pleasantly filling her tight, hot walls.

He reached up and took her left hand in his right, and relaxed as she slowly rose and lowered herself off and back onto his pulsing hard prick. His hips tried to match her rhythm, but he couldn't keep it up so he just let her work. Caleb wasn't sure what he had done to deserve this, but he certainly was going to enjoy it while it lasted. He closed his eyes and remembered the first night he and his wife Elaine had made love in Jamaica on the beach, half a century ago. When he opened his eyes, he saw a beautiful 19 year old redhead surrounded by trash, bums, and psychopaths. "How things change..." he thought, and decided then that this would be his swan song. "Get ready, m'dear." he said with a quivering voice.

Faye gasped as he quickly bucked and turned over. She was now on her back staring up into the old man's wild eyes. He pulled back, and rammed into her, hard and fast. She pushed a garbage bag away from her face and felt the cool, wet pavement on her shoulders and back. She looked passed his shoulder to see Jake crying and mastrubating, but the violent slam of cock in cunt brought all of her attention back to Caleb.

He grunted and pushed her legs up to her chest as he pounded into her, feeling his heart strain under the pressure. He closed his eyes and saw his wife die of cancer, of the North Koreans he fought and earned a Purple Heart for when he took three bullets to the chest, his children leave him in a retirement home when he became an incovenience, the doctor kick him out when the home closed; and he took it all out on Faye's smooth, warm cunt. She was moaning loudly, her legs wrapped around his waist as he pumped in and out in the dirty alleyway.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and hammered fast, feeling his orgasm rise as her squeals and moans filled the alley. Jake stepped foreward, his cock twitching. "Get back, you fucking maniac!" Caleb barked with venom in his eyes. Jake staggered backward as if struck with a board.

Faye couldn't believe it. Old Man Caleb pounded into her so fast and so suddenly that she barely had time to think before she felt the first wave of a rapidly rising surge from inside her. The hard, liquid slap of his cock inside of her sex was like a tidal wave crashing against her mind. She heard someone moaning and squealing and didn't realize it was her until she heard him speak.

"The End...Is Nigh..." He said, tossing her knees onto his shoulders, angling his cockhead toward G Spot, and Faye came. Her left hand crushed a discarded cup, her right dug scratches into his shoulder as her legs quivered and shook. Her eyes shot open and she saw explosions as she moaned and writhed beneath him. Then, just as sudden, she fell limp, and shuddered. He pounded into her, his own eyes focused upward, his mouth open.

Caleb saw his wife coming down the isle, and the birth of his children. He saw the amazing night in bed they shared when came home alive from the war. He saw the love of his mother's face, and the tears of joy as his wife orgasmed on their honeymoon, and he came, hard and fast.

Faye watched his face as she felt thick globs of cum squish out of her as he thrusted. She put a hand to his pulsing chest and felt his heart snap off like a breaking twig. He came and came, his balls expelling everything in his **** throes. She watched the life in his eyes flicker as he slowed, and then his bulk lowered onto her. He wasn't fucking her anymore. He pulled back, and rolled off.

"Mr. Caleb?" She said, caressing his wrinkled, smiling face. "I'm going to get a doctor." She said, and started to get up. His hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. She looked back at him, a smile still on his face even though his eyes were unfocused.

"...And what do I have to look forward to after that? A life in the alleys? No. Thank you...Thank you....Than...you......"

And then, Mr. Caleb was gone.