Misty and the Old Guy (Part 2)

“So you don`t think I would be interested then?”

Peter Hopkins lay naked on the bed, his large erection pointing skywards, towering above his old and emaciated body.

“I wouldn’t have thought so.” Said an equally naked Misty. “She`s flat chested, skinny hipped and just a total frump.”

“But a virgin you say?”

“Totally. She hasn’t had a partner ever since I’ve known her, which is forever. She`s even been to the doctor about her lack of a sex drive, but the doctor couldn’t find anything wrong.” Misty shrugged. “She is just the way she is I guess.”

Misty watched as the cock gave a little jerk, the head swelling obscenely and the foreskin peeling back a little further. Peter Hopkins really was the ultimate dirty old man. The thought of debauching a total innocent really got him off. She recalled her own debauching only two short weeks ago. She had come a long way since then.

“And she likes your flat?”

“Loves it Mr Hopkins.” Replied Misty. “Since I`m living here now it seems a shame to let it go to waste. She`s moving in tomorrow.”

After everything that had passed between them he still insisted that she call him Mr Hopkins. But he was right. The flat directly above was a little gold mine, and she could live with Mr Hopkins rent free. She just had to let him fuck her whenever he wanted. A small price to pay.

Peter Hopkins put his hands behind his head and sighed contentedly. Another lamb to the slaughter. Another tight pussy for his cock.

“And you Misty, are you still drinking your milk?”

“Yes Mr Hopkins.” Said Misty.

“Good girl.” Hopkins replied. “There`s a new batch chilling in the fridge. Now be a love and suck my cock.”

Misty grinned and moved to comply, her tongue swirling around the fat knob, and sliding slowly down the quivering shaft, her shaven pussy a bare inch above his wizened face. She hoped he would lick her but it really didn’t matter. Sucking him to orgasm and swallowing his spunk was enough for her.

Hopkins stared into the open pussy. The fat hairless lips gaped open, swollen with lust and her already large clitoris had almost doubled in size over the last couple of weeks. He gave it a hard lick and watched in delight as her cunt pulsed in response. Yes, the doctored milk was working a treat, and she was constantly wet. The perfect fuckslut. He couldn’t wait to meet her friend.

2

Cara King was carrying the last of her meagre possessions into the flat when she literally bumped into Peter Hopkins.

“I`m really sorry I couldn`t see you over the top of my box.” She gushed.

Hopkins smiled a predatory smile. “That`s quite alright. I`m your new neighbour. Misty will help you with the rest of your things.”

This must be the pervert Misty had told her about. Horrible Hopkins. Cara couldn`t believe that Misty had moved in with the guy. What on earth was she thinking?

“There`s really no need. There`s only a small box left.” Said Cara pushing quickly passed him, and climbing the external staircase to her flat. Looking through the metal grating she saw Misty and her breath caught in her throat. Misty was her best friend, but she had never seen her looking like this. Tight leather mini skirt, topped by a white see-through blouse unbuttoned to the waist, her large D cup breasts unfettered and pushing through the sheer material, her large erect nipples on display.

“My God Misty- you`re like, almost- “

“Naked?” Finished Misty. “Yes sorry about that. I was fucking Mr Hopkins. He was really randy this morning.”

Cara couldn’t believe what she was hearing. What on earth was this pervert doing to her? This was not the shy retiring Misty that she had come to know. Cara had noticed the change a while ago. She seemed absent-minded. Like her head was elsewhere. Then she announced that she was moving in with a man she totally despised. Still it benefitted herself, she thought. At last she had her own place.

“Misty!” Called Hopkins. “Grab her box!”

They both laughed at the euphemism, and it wasn’t lost on Cara either, who looked away in disgust.

No ass or tits, thought Hopkins. I bet she`s got a thin lipped cunt with a tiny, barely visible slit. Still, it would make a nice contrast with Misty`s fat juicy cunt. He already had a plan to get into her pants. It was all in hand.



3

“I can`t believe you think you stand a chance with her.” Said Misty when they were alone. “No one screws Cara, and I mean no one. And I mean, why would you even want too?”

Hopkins sighed patiently. “Don`t be bitchy Misty. Don`t you want to see your friend happy? I can give her everything she wants. Tits, ass, a mind-blowing sex drive, she can have it all.”

“And your cock ploughing through her hymen.”

“Of course.” Grinned Hopkins. “And now we need to prepare things.”

Misty masturbated him skilfully and quickly until his gushing sperm spattered wetly, and copiously into the bowl.