**(Same as before, be kind and give me constructive feedback and criticism)**
Mercy was an easy concept to understand. It meant, to show compassion, or empathy, to an offender or someone under the power of someone else.
Meacham didn’t understand that concept.
He brushed the tip of his hard cock between the folds of my labia, collecting the dripping liquid, coating his cock head and slowly entered me. Perhaps it was my years of celibacy. Perhaps I was simply small. But this last reason, and probably the most truthful one, he was simply big. A lot of women claimed that they loved big cocks, that size was the only thing that mattered. I vehemently disagreed. As he pushed his way in, I felt myself stretch, farther then I had ever been before. Thank god for my juices, as it eased his passageway into me. I let out a long drawn out moan the further he went it, as he hissed in pleasure. My position was rather awkward, bent over the toilet bowl, my hands firmly grasping the toilet head, looking down at my collected piss. It was mostly translucent as I hydrated frequently. I could feel his warm hands on my breasts, pulling my puffy nipples and fondling the globes. As he finally reached his midway point, he suddenly thrusted in and rammed me from behind. My buttock rippled from the action, as I let out a shocked gasp. “Ahhhh… how can I not have tasted this cunt all this while” The old man muttered under his breath. I merely groaned in response. Now that he fully in my warm wet sheath, he held it in place, just enjoying the sensations, as my uterus was stretched to its limit. There was a minor amount of discomfort and an odd soreness I never felt before.
But there also the repeated pleasure from his breast fondling, so that was mitigated. Then he drew back his cock to the tip and went in again. This time, I felt a jolt of pleasure, as his ball sack slapped my clitoris. He thrusted into me, slow and concise, as my pleasure built. My hips were sore, as was my back after 5 minutes in the same position, but I didn’t complain as I was scared he would stop. Yes, I enjoyed it too much. Being celibate and wanting to set a good example was noble and very dutiful. But it didn’t quench the fire between my loins. Or the satisfaction of feeling a warm body over mine. Meacham took me in a way no other man ever had before. He fucked me, plain and simple. Over the toilet, on my bed, on the floor. I saw my room in a different light, as I tested out the integrity of the furniture in my room. Nice and sturdy all of them. As he was fucking me on my bed, I finally came, an explosion of sensations, wildly running all over my body. My heartbeat thudding in my ears, warmness all over my body as I kissed Meacham in pleasure, my arms around his neck, my legs locking his hips into me. My groin shuddered and tightened, at which point Meacham reached his climax, and with a roar, came into me. It was indescribable, this feeling. I could feel my vision blurring, as my eyeballs rolled into the back of my head. I could smell sex and sin. My pussy leaking copious amounts of fluid, mine and his mixed together and the thought of pregnancy flashed across my mind. A thought I briefly wrestled and put into the back of my mind. As my body shuddered and Meacham stopped thrusting to fill me up, He leaned his head back and made a rather pleasant face.
I felt rather proud and delighted, to make this grumpy old man make such a face. Once he was done, he simply rolled over and started panting. I was breathless as well, arms outstretched, vagina leaking like cum like yoghurt. I had never felt nor looked so filthy before. We just laid there bare and naked for a while, then Meacham leaned over, and kissed me. It wasn’t soft and tender; it was hot and demanding. Like I belonged to him. Like he owned me. And I loved it. His bear like hand pawing my breasts possessively. “You’re mine now, understand? I take you when I want you. You come whenever I call you, and by God, you’ll live by the rules I set down for you, do you understand girl?” I looked at him fear and shock in my eyes. “I can’t Mr Meacham, I have a family and work. I don’t mind coming over so we can c-copulate, but I can’t uproot my life for you” I was fearful of him, but I also understood that I couldn’t risk my family image for fun. He glared at me like I was an annoying insect. “I never said anything uprooting your life girlie, I said to come over whenever I want to fuck you. And ill come over whenever I want to fuck you. Ill even throw you a bone and help you around the house. I know you’ve been annoyed by those teenagers in the upper floors. Ill put a stop to that and make sure you aren’t bothered” It sounded reasonable, I get an outlet for sex and I also don’t get bothered by annoying kids. “What will I tell my son?” I muttered weakly. “I’m helping you around the house aren’t I? You need a handyman, and he isn’t it. Ill also teach him some things a man should know” It was honestly something I wanted for a long time. I didn’t mind being single, but I did mind that Adrian has no positive role model in his life. While Mr Meacham was crude, vulgar and obscene, he was good with handicraft and his tools, in more ways then one. “Ok Mr Meacham, I supposed I can agree with that” I give a slight smile. “Good, now suck my cock you filthy whore” . “Yes Mr Meacham” We both got up and went on my knees. I didn’t realize it, but its been three hours since Mr Meacham and I were sharing spit. My body ached with abuse and covered in sticky fluid. As I saw his cock standing at attention, this time not as big as before, I looked at it with childlike wonder. I never really examined a penis in detail before, just looking and studying it. Feeling its full length and girth. I had a feeling I was going to be getting up close and personal with this one.
This brings up back to the start of my little rendezvous with Mr Meacham. On my knees, sucking cock. I have to say, this was fast becoming my favorite hobby. All the smells and taste were unique and exciting to me. I wondered if this was why they said middle aged women were at their sexual peak in their 30’s. I certainly felt it. As Mr Meacham blew his third load down my throat, a dribble compared to his earlier loads, I heard the distinct click of the key turn in my front door.
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