Humping The Homeless

I asked Sarah for more details.  “What did he look like?”

“The man looked homeless.  He wore a dirty old trench coat with nothing underneath.  He must have been eighty!”

My heart skipped a beat.  Eighty years old?  A proper dirty old man?  “Did he have a big cock?” I asked.  I wished I hadn’t because she lost her shit.

“That isn’t funny!” Sarah cried and hung up the phone.

My mind was racing with all sorts of sordid thoughts.  I knew the area my friend was talking about.  If I left now, maybe I could see the flasher for myself.  I chucked on some clothes, grabbed my door key, and off I went in my search to see an old man’s cock.

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It took me twenty minutes to get to the woods on my bicycle.  I hid it in nearby bushes and walked toward the main pathway, trying to act as naturally as possible.  My heart was beating so fast, and I felt kind of scared.  I knew nothing about this man or what he planned to do.  Was he simply happy to flash his cock and balls at women, or was he a rapist?  I didn’t know, but my kinky side just so wanted to see an eighty-year-old man’s cock that I almost didn’t care.  They were minor details in my mind.

Halfway along the stone path, I heard a rustling in the bushes.  I froze and held my breath.  Rooted to the spot, almost in fear, I glanced around but saw no movement.  Suddenly, ahead of me, a figure lurched onto the path.  Sure enough it was an INCREDIBLY old man with thinning grey hair, a dirty grey beard, almost certainly a hobo.  His dirty, mud-stained trench coat looked undersized and covered only to his knee, and he held it closed with both hands.  He was slightly stooped over as he wandered toward me, and I pretended to be going about my normal business.

No sooner had I taken a step forward toward him than he looked up at me, shot me a lecherous toothless grin, and ripped open the soiled garment he wore.  I gasped, and my eyes opened widely as there before me, this filthy old homeless pig proudly displayed a big veiny monster of a cock.  It almost didn’t look like it should be on his body.  The rest of him was skin and bones and wispy grey hair.  His ballsac was saggy and hung extremely low with two chunky-looking testicles as big as golf balls enclosed.  But I just could not move my eyes from his semi-hard cock.  It pointed straight at me like a loaded weapon.

Suddenly, I heard a hiss and was drawn back to the old bastard’s face.  He was so ugly, and he looked so confused.  The flasher was used to his victims running away in fear.  He had found one cute girl shocked by the sight before her and seemingly not running away.  That was the last thing on my mind at that moment.  I started to wonder if I should be running as he growled and gripped onto his meat, jerking himself off in front of me.

I was mesmerized as I watched his bony hand slide up and down the fat shaft, his cum boiling up in his big balls and begging to be set free.  The cock grew to full hardness, and I figured it must be ten inches long and as thick as a soda can.  He took a step toward me and stopped, perhaps testing my resolve.  Confident that I wasn’t going anywhere soon, the hobo took three more steps and was now a step away from me, his boner slapping away in his palm.  I was inches away from his monster cock, but I also became aware of a foul stench.  He had not washed for a long, long time.

Snapping to my senses, I backed off slightly, aware that I should now exit.  The old devil had other ideas, though.  Reaching out, he grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand toward his bobbing member.  I struggled to pull free and, in doing so, fell backward, my legs widening to help break my fall but, in doing so, exposing my white panties to his perverted glare.  I gathered to my feet, but he reacted quicker than me, grasping me around the neck with his right hand and pushing me off the path and into the wooded, bush-like area he had appeared from.  My little legs backed up until my back collided with the closest tree.  His face was inches from mine, and his breath was putrid in the fresh air.

“You naughty little slut,” he hissed as he stuck his tongue out and licked my lips.

I was repulsed, and yet my submissive side was starting to get aroused.  I stuck my tongue out for the old man in return, and he wasted no time in taking the chance to slide his slimy offering into my mouth, working it around and filling me with his horrible-tasting saliva.  I could feel his cock pushing in against my stomach and reached down for it, gasping as I realized I could not grip my entire hand around its girth.

The old man lifted my top off and over my head and practically tore my bra off.  He lifted my skirt and pushed me to the ground, yanking my panties aside and plunging his tongue into my most private place.  Soon, I was bucking and yelping as he lapped away at my pussy.

“Let me taste your filthy cock,” I begged, and he obliged, rolling me around and thrusting it into my mouth, gripping at my hair as he did so.

Maybe it was the lack of sex in his life, but he became extremely aggressive, fucking away at my mouth, spitting on my face.  He even slapped me a couple of times when his cock slipped from my mouth.  Mascara ran down my face in tears, causing me to gag on his beastly cock.  But this didn’t stop him.  If anything, he got more aroused, and he spun me onto my back, pushing his cock so deep that his nasty old hairy balls slapped against my nose, blocking my only airway.

I choked, and he laughed, withdrawing his cock and ordering me onto all fours.  I held onto a low branch of the tree as he completely ripped my panties off and, in one swift move, stuffed his entire length deep into my dripping cunt.  I let out a slight scream, and he reacted by slapping my ass and then shoving my gooey ripped panties into my mouth.  His cock drove so deep, and my pussy gaped so wide, and the whole situation sent me over the edge.  I gushed hot pussy juice all over his cock as I came hard, spitting the soiled undies from my mouth and crying out in joy.

After a minute or so of pounding away he clearly couldn’t take anymore.  He pulled out and pinned my head to the forest floor with his left hand.  With his right hand, he jacked his throbbing cock off until he blasted stream after stream of rancid sticky, steaming, hot hobo jizz all over my face.  Before I could speak or react, he grabbed his coat and ran into the woods, leaving me a dirty mess on the forest floor.  I mopped the jizz off my face with my panties before discarding them in a nearby bush.  I dressed and made a hasty exit before anyone walked by.

My pussy was still tingling, and I ended up playing with myself six times that day.  I had completely given myself over to being a submissive slut for an incredibly old man.  I knew I would be heading back there tomorrow in the hopes that the old pervert would rape me again.  Maybe this time, he would fuck my asshole.  I was limping out of the woods to where I stashed my bike when two burly cops approached me.

“Are you OK, Miss?” one asked.

I blushed.  “Yeah, I tripped and twisted my ankle.  Now I have to ride my bike home,” I said, sounding peeved.

“Did you see anyone up there? An old man dressed in a dirty old trench coat?”

“No, I didn’t see anyone,” I lied.

“I’d stay away from this track if I were you,” the other cop said in a fatherly tone.  “Many undesirables hang around here just looking for pretty young women to prey upon.”

“Really? I’ve been here many times and have never seen anyone,” I said with mock surprise.  “But I’ll keep that in mind, officers.”

As I walked away from them, I could feel a glob of jizz running down my legs.  ‘What a day,’ I thought.