5 comments/ 38694 views/ 3 favorites Carl and Cassie By: Strangebuddy Carl heard a knock on his door as he was about to settle down for a movie. Knowing the knock, he got up and headed briskly to the door. Not even bothering to look through the peep hole, he flung the door open and hugged the eighteen year-old blonde bombshell that was waiting on the door step. "How's my favorite girl?" Carl asked, his aged face breaking into a smile. "Good, and how's my favorite guy?" the girl replied, shooting a smile that most of the boys in her class would kill to see. "Now Cassie, you shouldn't tease an old man like that. Didn't you have a guy or two wrapped around your finger last time I checked?" Cassie laughed, "Just one and we broke up. Nothing big, he just was kind of immature." She winked at Carl, "Got too excited by my tits and thought the height of romance was begging me for a blow job after making out for a few minutes." Carl chuckled, the two of them had always been pretty open, "Well you do have some nice tits." Cassie smirked though her face did blush, "Well, I guess you're not as mature as I thought." The two of them headed in to the living room making small talk. Cassie had turned eighteen a couple weeks ago but still had a year of high school left and was dreading dance camp and the college visits her mother had planned for later that summer, despite getting into the college she had already wanted. Carl meanwhile, only had his chess games with his friend, Winston to brag about. As the two sat down on the couch, Cassie looked at her friend, concerned. A few years ago, Carl would be slyly admitting to a wild night on the town with his wife, Anna, and maybe even talking about some of the more wild things they had done with the people they had picked up. However, after Anna died in a car accident, Carl had begun closing himself off; he still worked out and took care of himself, but Cassie couldn't help but wonder that, if it wasn't for her and his chess games with Winston, Carl would go days without talking to anyone. "It's a shame," Cassie thought, "I know Anna would want him to move on with his life." Cassie looked at Carl. He hadn't changed much since she had met him eight years ago; he was still a fit older African-American male whom old age had left alone, aside from some wrinkles and a mostly bald head. His skin was a dark chocolate tone and wrapped around his muscular body. By all accounts, he was still a prize. Cassie knew she shouldn't gaze but the fact was, she had been attracted to him for years. She remembered how, when she was 15, she had actually confessed that to Anna after the two of them had talked about sex. Anna, who was a gorgeous woman of 65 at the time, had confessed to a time when Carl and her had actually swapped with Cassie's parents for a night and Anna had enjoyed a wild time with Cassie's father. Despite Cassie's mom being a bit of a flirt, she and Cassie's father were ultimately a rather vanilla couple and hadn't done it again. In any case, it seemed fair to Cassie to finally reveal the feelings she had been harboring. After describing a dream where she and Carl had kissed while being naked and how it had made her feel. Anna had just laid her down on the bed, kissed her gently, and told her that she was a bit young but, if she still felt that way when she was 18, Anna would all but deliver Carl to her tied up and give her blessing . Anna had even hinted that Cassie was free to try her out to if she felt so inclined. Of course, now that Anna had passed away, that day would never come. Carl saw Cassie and took a moment to look her over. While it had been true that he had had the occasional fantasy and wasn't blind to her more obvious charms, he still thought of her as a friend. Still, it was hard for him to not at least find her attractive. Her pure white skin covered a toned body she had developed from years of dance and her breasts, which Carl had always guessed to be c-cups, stuck out proudly. Her ass and legs were the part of her body that Carl found himself guiltily peering at whenever he felt particularly aroused and thought she wasn't looking. That wasn't to say her face wasn't beautiful as well. Her face had a girl-next-door charm but had a smile that that could either be a joy to see or a surprisingly arousing sight depending on how her mischievous green eyes chose to behave. Trying to ignore the hint of a stirring in his pants, Carl got up and headed to the small bar he kept by the television set. Grabbing two glasses and a bottle of wine, he sat back down and poured a glass for each of them. "Well, now that you're 18, I guess you can celebrate a bit huh?" Carl said. Cassie laughed as she took a glass. "Pretty sure I have to be 21. You could get in trouble." Carl smiled, "I won't tell if you won't." Cassie flashed a flirtatious smile at him and crawled over to his lap where she sat. "Well, I guess I can keep it a secret...if you let me watch the movie from right here." "Better watch yourself, girl, or I might just have to bend you over my knee." Carl said slyly. It was all harmless flirting though, the two of them joked a lot and Cassie had been sitting on his lap since she was ten, So it was nothing too big. Carl Started the movie, an old B&W horror film called "The Innocents." The two of them had been fans of old movies and watching them was one of their favorite past times. The movie was good and the wine flowed freely. Carl had hoped it would kill any chance of a boner but every time Cassie jumped from a scare or held him tighter as the creepy atmosphere set in, he kept noticing the way Cassie's breasts bounced, the firmness of her ass, or her smell. In short, he was getting hard and his mind was going off the movie into a fantasy about Cassie spilling her wine on her shirt and needing to take it off, only to reveal that she wasn't wearing a bra; if anything, the wine was making things worse. Cassie wasn't unaware of what was going on. She felt the bulge rise up in Carl's pants, and noticed his eyes. Curious, she fidgeted around a little more and noticed that it pushed even harder against her ass. It was clear she was getting him aroused. She could tell Carl was slightly bothered though, so she left him alone, intrigued and somewhat pleased that she could get him aroused. By the end of the movie though, she noticed that Carl's member had grown even thicker. It may have been the wine but Cassie couldn't resist and tried to plant a kiss on Carl. However, he moved and her kiss landed right on his cheek. Carl looked at her, a mix of shame and repressed arousal, and then kissed her on the cheek. Cassie got off his lap, thanked him for the wine, and went home. When Cassie got home, she saw a message on the answering machine from her parents, saying that the two of them had arrived at their vacation spot safely and where her spending money was. She then headed to her room and reached under her bed and retrieved a small shoebox. Taking it out she poured its contents out on the bed. As she stared at the bits of cloth that dared call itself a bikini, she thought of what her plan for the summer was; a plan that would get let her get what she'd wanted and get Carl to get back to being the man he used to be. THE NEXT MORNING Carl sighed to himself as he set up the chess game. After Cassie had left, he'd been tempted to jerk himself off to relieve himself but he didn't want to take the chance that his thoughts would turn to Cassie. Even though a part of him felt that Cassie had wanted to go a bit farther than he had allowed, he feared that he would turn her away and then he would lose one of his few real-life friends. Although his online friends would probably love to hear about it or even offer advice or pictures gained from their own conquests of younger girls, he didn't want to take a chance. He ended up just going to sleep and now he had a case of blue balls and the knowledge that Winston had gotten a new girl in her twenties who he had been training. Sure enough, the first thing his friend did upon arriving was apologize for being late. "Sorry Carl, Zandra just greeted me with the nicest smile and one hell of a blowjob before she went to summer school, I just had to play with her a bit." Winston said, beaming. Carl sighed. Winston had always been the same as long as Carl knew him. He was a chubby 66 year-old with night-black skin and short gray hair. He had retired after selling his auto shop a few years ago and had been living a fairly decent life with the money earned from that and some other investments. While he wasn't the best-looking guy, he could be fun to hang around with and his charisma got him more action than most guys half his age and twice as handsome; if he saw a woman he wanted, he'd go right up to them and, more often than not, leave with them. Winston had been a regular swinger with Carl and Anna and had been one of their closer friends. "You know," Winston continued, acting unaware of his friend's annoyance as he moved his chess pieces, "I told Zandra about you. You should come over some time, she's really caught on and I'd love to show you what kind of a lover she is." Carl shook his head as he moved a piece. "That's all right, if the girl's crazy enough to be with you for more than a night, I don't think she'd be my type." Winston chuckled, "Harsh, Carl, Harsh. Seriously though," Winston took a more serious tone, "you really need to get back out there. I know that's what Anna would want." Carl didn't say anything. "Look, I'm not saying you need to go back to being the guy who would go out with one close friend and his wife and pleasure a whole cheerleading squad in one night but I know you'd still enjoy it and that only playing chess games and getting off on other people's stories is no way to spend your retirement." "I'll think about it." Winston sighed and stared out the window; Carl always said that when the subject was brought up. Winston was about to argue, when something caught his eyes. "Well, well, Carl, since when did you get such a hot neighbor?" Carl looked at him, puzzled. "What do you mean?" "Don't try and play me. I mean the piece of ass that just walked out of her front door. Sexy little white girl with nice tits and a great ass?" "Cassie?" "Oh, so you're already thinking of her tits and ass huh?" Winston joked. Remembering a picture he had seen of Cassie from a few years ago, he added. "She sure grew up, didn't she?" "Oh, shut up, she's like a granddaughter to me." "Well, 'Like' ain't the same as 'is,' in my experience." Winston said as his eyes traveled up and down the sunbathing teenager. "I'll bet those lips could do some wonders." "Lay off it. I've known her for years, she's cute but she's too shy around people to do something like that." Winston sneered, "I remember a time when you and your wife would scoop up shy kids like that and not let em' leave until they were bow-legged. Besides, would a 'shy' girl be wearing something like that?" He peered over the edge of the window. "yeah, a little G-string bout," the old black man pressed his thumb and index finger together, "this thin. Oh, and look at that, bottle of lotion with no one to put it on her. That poor little girl is gonna burn up. Maybe I should head over there and..." "Checkmate." Carl kept his eyes on the board as his bishop moved into position to take Winston's king. "Well damn." Winston got up and headed to the door. "I should say that it wasn't fair for making me try to play with such a nice piece of ass out there but I've got to get back to my own little piece of candy. You know though, you should at least take a look; the way she keeps looking over her shoulder makes me think she's not doing it for her benefit." Winston let a big smile creep over his face as he walked out. Carl waited to hear Winston's car start up before he crept over to the window. His friend hadn't been lying. Cassie was lying out in her backyard in the tiniest little number he had ever seen. He couldn't see the top's front but only a thin little red string encircled her pale little back. Her shapely butt was on full display as well and the little red G-string she wore was being swallowed up. Carl could feel a stirring in his shorts as he watched his neighbor readjust herself on the blue-towel. He couldn't believe the girl who had been his youngest friend for the past 8 years could ever do anything so sexy but there she was, her blonde hair now covering the little strap that held her breasts. Carl couldn't resist but let his eyes continue to wander over Cassie's body and entertain a few fantasies. As he noticed the little mole on the small of her back, he imagined that she was splayed out on his bed, only wearing her little G-string bottom as he let his hands and lips wander over every inch of her flesh. Maybe even that little piece of ass Winston had been bragging about would be there, prepping his cock before he thrust it into the shy bit of fluff that was aching to be released. As he thought this, his right hand slipped down to the front of the shorts and gave a little squeeze to the head of his hardening dick. He quickly pulled his hand away. He couldn't think of her that way. She had been one of his and Anna's greatest innocent joys. She was the girl that had run over to their house and loudly asked if they could be her friends. She was always over at their house when they weren't entertaining guests and her laugh had been such a great joy. Carl and Anna had doted on her like one of their own children and when Anna had died, Cassie's visits had been his greatest comfort. Still, as he gazed at the young woman sunbathing, those thoughts were becoming harder to remember. As his hand reached to sooth his aching member though, he was stopped by something else. Cassie was staring over her shoulder right at him! "Hey Carl! How are you doing?" Cassie shouted, waving at him from her towel. Carl quickly waved back, trying not to think of how the hand he was waving with had been mere inches from jerking him off. "Doing fine, little missie." Carl called back. Despite how much he wanted to hide his boner, his eyes were focusing on the side of her right breast; whatever her top was, it wasn't hiding much. "didn't know you'd gotten into tanning." Cassie laughed, a sound that always brought a smile to Carl's face. "Yeah, I thought I should try to tan up a bit before my senior year. Hey uh...Carl." Carl noticed that Cassie was sounding more nervous, like she did when she told him about a crush she had had on a boy in her class. "Yes baby girl?" Carl asked. "I hate to ask but could you come down here and do me up?" Carl chuckled as her face grew red, the girl had always been a bit clumsy with her words, "I mean, put some lotion on my back?" Carl's answer slipped out before he even thought about it. "Sure." Cassie looked surprised and seemed to shudder a bit. "Oh, okay." As Carl headed out of the room and down the stairs, his 68 year-old brain started to panic. What was he doing? A day ago, he wouldn't have thought anything of the girl besides what they would do on her next visit. True, he'd occasionally had a thought about seeing her naked and he might have been more than a bit aroused when she sat on his lap after she and him had sipped some wine but he'd never thought of doing anything more sexual with her than maybe a kiss. It might have been all the bragging Winston had been doing about his latest pet, or possibly the fact that he hadn't had a good lay for the two years since his wife's death, it could even have been the fact he hadn't seen Cassie in such a vulnerable and alluring position before but his body wanted nothing more than to touch every inch of that young body. Cassie began shuddering as she heard Carl's front door close. She had wanted to take a risk and show a little skin to her old friend but thought he would just shy away, maybe make a joke, not come down and oil her up. As she heard the sound of Carl's feet crushing the grass in her family's backyard, she felt some goose bumps spring up on her body. He couldn't have been more than ten feet away. A gust of wind blew on her and she suddenly realized just how naked she actually was. "Well, Cassie, you wanted to try and seduce him and here he comes." Cassie thought to herself. She turned her head to see where Carl was and yelped as she felt his hands on her back. "Easy there, baby girl. Can't really 'do you' without touching you, now can I?" Carl laughed. Cassie buried her head back into her towel. Carl kept chuckiling. Cassie had always startled easy and gotten embarrassed even easier. Carl had always thought it made her cute. He looked at the bottles of lotion that Cassie had next to her. He could tell that Cassie hadn't done this before. One of the bottles was sunscreen that was 30 spf, another was skin crème and the other... "Well, what do we have here?" Carl said aloud as he held up the bottle of warming massage oil. He was starting to wonder how innocent his young neighbor was. Cassie just bit her lip. "Well, it is a bit cloudy for you to get a tan." Carl said. "How about a massage?" Cassie nodded. Carl chuckled, the cute little girl that just yesterday had been watching movies and playing checkers with him was now trying to be sexy. It was like when his son, at the age of three, had tried to walk around in his shoes; a little kid trying to do something grown-up. He stopped though when he realized that he was rock- hard from the thought. He attempted to push that thought out of his head and covered his hands in the oil. He then squeezed a liberal amount on Cassie's back and started to work on her lower back, pushing his fingers into her nubile flesh and working up towards her toned shoulders. How had he ever missed this? Her skin was so soft and smooth, yet the years of dancing had made Cassie slim and trim. He started wondering what her thighs would feel like and hoped she would let him do her front so he could feel her belly and chest rise and fall and watch the look on her cute little face as he did it. Before long, the fleeting thoughts of just giving her an innocent massage and walking away were gone: he was going to see just how far he could go. Cassie sighed to herself as Carl's hands rubbed the oil into her skin. He was so strong despite his age and his hands were so skilled; every single muscle in her shoulders and upper backs was loosening and even the tension she felt from having a man touch her while she was so close to being naked was drifting away. The oil felt great as it soaked into every pore and warmed her. She started to feel a tingling between her legs. Between the cool breeze blowing on her body, the warm oil soaking into her skin, and the strong hands of the man she'd been attracted to for so long touching her, she was becoming wet. She started to worry that if Carl flipped her over right now he'd see what a dirty little girl she was. Cassie came out of these thoughts as she felt a tug on her top's draw string. She fidgeted a bit but Carl shushed her and undid the knot. Since she had come out here with the other string over her head, there was now nothing keeping it on her. "Didn't that boyfriend of yours ever give you a massage? It's a lot easier without those strings in the way." Cassie shook her head. "We only dated in the winter. Not exactly the greatest time to be lying out here in a swimsuit." Cassie replied. She had dated a couple guys and one of them, Derrick, had gotten pretty close to her but every time she would be making out with him, she couldn't help but think about Carl's strong, dark hands being where his were. They had broken up on good terms and he was still a good friend but she didn't want him the same way she wanted Carl. "Shame. It's a great way to keep the fire going in a relationship. Though I guess it's okay you youngins don't know that." Carl and Cassie Cassie didn't take that as an insult. Carl had always been of the mind that relationships in high school weren't meant to succeed, it was a time to be wild and screw around whenever you could. He had met Anna after the two of them had been in a couple dozen relationships and probably fucked more people than either of them could remember; the two of them had been very open when she had asked them about sex. She did get a bit ticked about the "youngins" line though. While she was nervous about how fast things were going, she didn't want him to think of her as the little girl that demanded piggy back rides until she was 13. However, even those thoughts started to slip away as Carl's hands moved down to her lower back. All the way down he had let his hands grip around her sides for a brief moment before moving down an inch at a time. It might have been her imagination but it was like Carl was probing her, wanting to see whatever little weaknesses she had and if she would betray her feelings of pleasure. Whether that was his intention or not, he found one of her weakpoints: the small of her back. Cassie let out a small moan as his fingers kneaded the warming liquid in. Derrick had always abused that little hotspot when they were making out and now that Carl was skillfully manipulating it, she was becoming putty in his hands. "So, sounds like you're enjoying yourself." Carl said with a playful tone. "Uh-huh" Cassie was trying to remain composed but it was getting harder as the oil heated up in just the right spot and Carl came to rest his hands on her butt. She could even feel a couple of his fingers on the elastic of the little g-string that she knew was getting starting to get soaked from her own wetness. "Well, I think you're done there, little Cassie." Carl said. Cassie turned her head until she could just catch the side of Carl's face. "What do you mean?" She saw a small smile creep up, "Well, your back's done. I can't think of any other place you'd like me to rub down." Cassie gulped. Carl was teasing her. He knew exactly what she had tried to do and had turned the tables on her. If she wanted him to keep touching her, she'd have to ask him. "Well, my legs are kind of sore." "Well, kind of sore isn't so bad." Carl started to get up. "Wait!" Cassie was pleading now. "Please Carl, I'd really like you to massage my legs." Carl smiled and knelt back down. He immediately started rubbing her ass. He made sure to push in with his fingers and had to keep from drooling when he felt each beautiful firm cheek. After he covered both cheeks with a layer of oil, he took his index fingers and rubbed oil under the elastic of her g-string. He knew she knew what he was doing but he couldn't help but take his sweet time. He worked down her legs but made sure to stay away from her inner thigh. He enjoyed watching her cute little butt squirm and even push out a bit...she was horny as hell and Carl knew it. He wasn't much better; every fiber of his being wanted to just pluck that little bit of crimson cloth off and fuck Cassie till she couldn't walk. As he finished rubbing down the back of Cassie's supple knees, he feigned surprise. "Oh look, I forgot those cute little thighs of yours. Well, I know a nice girl like you wouldn't want a dirty old man sliding his fingers around there." Cassie kept her head buried in the towel. "Please Carl." "Please Carl...what?" Cassie pleaded as best she could. "Please don't tease me Carl." Carl's voice turned into a more serious tone. "Flip over Cassie," he commanded. Cassie took a moment to comply, so Carl grabbed her and gently flipped her over on the towel. He took some time to admire the nearly naked teen lying under him. He had never noticed how flawless Cassie's skin was; a pure creamy expanse of flesh that tightly covered her firm little frame. He let his right hand travel up her front while his left hand started sliding up and down her thighs. His fingers, still coated with oil, trailed up her stomach, poked Cassie's cute little innie belly button, and then went between her luscious breasts, which Cassie was covering with her hands. His right hand paused there and Carl watched as Cassie's chest rose and fell faster and his left hand could feel her hips vainly try and push her crotch against his hand. Carl finally let his hand reach Cassie's face and hold her cheek. For the first time since he had come out here, Carl saw Cassie's face. She was breathing heavily but her eyes were peering right into his with a mix of nervousness and desire. He saw her little pouting lips and knew he had to have her. "Cassie, I'm going to kiss you now," Carl said, watching Cassie's eyes widen, "Then we're going up to your room and I'm going to fuck you. Now, you can say no, we'll just laugh this off, you can get your top back on, and we'll just forget this happened." He felt a shudder rock the blonde, 19-year-old's body, "But I think we both want this to happen, don't we." Carl watched her face. There was still some nervousness but he saw Cassie make the smallest of nods. He didn't say anything else. His hand moved up and cradled her head along with Cassie's silken blonde hair. He looked into her pale green eyes as his head moved in and saw whatever worries that were still being shown on them slip away as their lips met. The first kiss was quick. Carl only let his lips lock for a moment but he returned even quicker with a longer kiss that was more open. This continued till the kisses seemed to have no pause between them and Carl was teasing Cassie's young tongue with his own. He didn't have to tease long; Cassie had released her inhibitions and her tongue was meeting his, stroke for stroke. Carl couldn't help but think about what Winston had said and imagined her talented tongue on the head of his dick. "No, can't think about that." Carl thought to himself. He might not have been able to resist the horny little teenager that was lying under him but he wasn't going to force Cassie into such a position so soon. Still, Carl knew there were plenty of other unexplored delights on her beautiful naked body that he could enjoy without compromising her dignity (or at least dirtying her virgin mouth so soon) and he began to enjoy one of those as his mouth left Cassie's and left a new line of kisses to her now fully exposed breasts. "Your breasts are perfect, girl." Carl said as he stopped and looked at Cassie's pear shaped tits. Carl had always been more of an ass man but he always had possessed a healthy appreciation for a nice pair of jugs and his young friend's tits were impeccable. His hands felt how supple yet firm they were and he gazed in awe at how large they were; his guess was wrong, they were at least D-cups and a good ways into that cupsize. Her nipples, nice and hard, stood proudly up at him from their large pink areola bases. Not being able to wait any longer, he started sucking on her right nipple while his left hand pinched and pulled the other. He gained a devious little smile as he heard Cassie let out a series of small gasps. He kept toying with her and enjoying the taste of her flesh until Cassie spoke for the first time since they had started making out. "Carl, I'm glad you like my tits but I think you said we were going inside?" Cassie asked, her normal confidence returning to her voice with a bit of lust. Carl smiled, glad that she didn't sound so hesitant. He reluctantly got off of her and helped her to her feet. Cassie hesitated a moment and looked back at her bikini top, considering picking it up. Carl noticed this and chuckled, "I don't think we'll be needing that." Cassie chuckled but Carl detected her previous nervousness coming back, so he took off his shirt. He had been with enough nervous first timers to learn a few tricks for dealing with this and he knew that sometimes making sure that a girl never got too self-conscious was the trick. "Don't think I'll need that either," Carl said. He then held out his arms. Cassie crept over to Carl. This was way farther than she had planned to go today but Carl's touches and her tingling pussy had made her a pile of mush that was craving its first cock. She looked over Carl's exposed upper body. "God he looks good." Cassie thought. Carl might have been 68 but he may as well have been in his thirties the way his muscles were set up; nice thick arms and a set of chiseled abs that weren't phased at all by the slightly wrinkled skin that covered them. She took a quick glance at the bulge in his pants and was stunned at the size of it. Even when she had really got her boyfriend going, she hadn't seen a rise that big. Her breasts swayed a bit and her shapely ass wiggled as she walked up to him. Her breasts felt cool from the drool on her nipples, her whole body still felt warm from the oil, and she could still taste her friend's tongue in her mouth. What else would Carl fill her with? Carl smiled. She knew he had seen her gazing him up. To her surprise, when she came up to him and her breasts pressed against his black skin, Carl plucked her up. Instinctively, her body wrapped around his. The oil made her slip but she caught her arms on his shoulders and her legs were wrapped around his waist. She could feel the edge of Carl's member pressed against her crotch. She let out a gasp. "Carl, what are you doing?" "Carrying you to your bed, baby girl." Carl smiled. Realizing her concern, he said, "don't worry about my back, you've got me feeling 30 years younger. He then leaned down and kissed her. Cassie kissed him back and then nestled her head into his chest. As Carl carried her into her house, past the dining room and even up the stairs, she was surprised at how all she could think about was the familiar smell of his cologne and how warm and strong he was. After what seemed like hours, she saw the door to her bedroom open and gasped again as Carl tossed her onto the bed. It was queen-sized but it suddenly felt really small as Carl crawled up next to her. With her legs splayed out, She could feel Carl's member pressing against her. He started to kiss her belly but she pushed him away. "Please Carl, it feels really good but I can't wait anymore...please do me." Carl nodded. Cassie could see a tinge of annoyance in his eyes; it was obvious that he wanted to savor the experience but the anticipation that had built up since the massage, coupled with the fears of losing her virginity, made her want to get their first coupling over with. She'd make sure that that this wasn't the last time the time the two of them did this, so she'd let Carl do whatever he wanted (and considering the stories she'd heard, that was a big "whatever") the next time. Carl pinched the little red g-string, which was now completely soaked with a mixture of oil, sweat, and Cassie's own wetness, and plucked it off with a single, smooth motion. Cassie was now completely naked with the man the man she had been having fantasies about for years. Carl pulled off his shorts and, Cassie watched, mouth agape, as his restrained dick finally freed itself. While it was eight inches in reality, Cassie could only be shocked at the black monument that seemed to hang in space. She had never seen such a big dick up close, and she was positive that it was at least twice the girth of her ex-boyfriend's penis. The tip was circumcised and it seemed to be covered in precum. Startled, she laid there as Carl inspected her. Carl's looked at Cassie's pussy and beamed. It was shaven, as the little razor marks made evident, but also a little compact number with small little lips on her labia and a cute little slit that was glistening. He quickly homed in on her clit and gave it a quick little flick, which sent a small shudder through Cassie's body. Carl grasped his tool and placed it at Cassie's entrance. "I'm going to put it in now, Cassie." Carl said, using his other hand to brush her cheek, "Don't worry, I'll go slow and let you get used to it." "Okay Carl." Cassie nodded at the old man she had known for years. Carl slid his dick in slowly, adjusting to the amazing tightness of Cassie's pussy. It had been years since he had been with a woman but even longer since he had experienced such a young tight one. As the head of his dick pushed through, he saw a slight look of discomfort come over Cassi'es face. He continued on, until he had about four inches in and then he started to thrust in and out. "You okay, baby girl?" "Yeah, I was just nervous. So I guess it popped?" Carl smiled. He was glad she had been so wet so it went easy. "Probably, baby girl. How's it feeling?" "Starting to feel pretty good." Cassie's face was a bit flush, "I can feel it inside of me, it's kind of weird. Wish I could see it." Carl noticed a mirror in the room as he kept slowly pushing his manhood out of her tight little hole. "I think we can arrange that." Carl pulled out and scrambled out of bed and moved the mirror so it was facing the bed. He then sat on the edge of the bed and bade her to sit on his lap. "There, now you can see it and I can spend a little time off my knees." Cassie carefully positioned herself on his lap and Carl guided his penis back into her little hole. Cassie watched herself in the mirror as she impaled herself on the Carl's dick. He was no longer guiding her and she was able to control her own pace, so she slowly went a bit deeper each time becoming more and more enthralled with the feeling of his member pushing aside the walls of her vagina. She went further down on his shaft, and saw herself in the mirror, panting and sweating as she swallowed up inch after inch into her pussy. "I look like such a slut," Cassie thought. She didn't care though. She was feeling so warm and satisfied, it wouldn't be long before she came. She went lower till it looked like there was only an inch left and suddenly felt Carl's hands on her sides. She was about to wonder why when she felt both hands pull her down and the last inch traveled into her. She didn't even realize how full she was until after she heard the sound of their flesh slapping together. Cassie barely had time to appreciate it though as Carl sped up and started to really thrust with his hips. Cassie looked at herself again in the mirror and watched her breasts bounce wildly as her body was being drilled on the big black dick beneath her. She tried to match each thrust, despite her inexperience, but soon found herself letting Carl's strong body guide her as her as she approached climax. Carl kept wildly fucking the Cassie, his only thought being on the lust he felt towards her. He knew he was going to come soon but it had been so long since he had fucked such a pretty young thing that he couldn't slow down. Still, not wanting to end before her, Carl let his right hand off of Cassie's side and let it travel down to her clit where he kept pinching and flicking it as Cassie bounced wildly on his cock. "Oh shit, shit, shit, shit," Cassie was completely gone and could only think of how much pleasure she was experiencing. Carl started groaning as he felt his dick cum. Blast after blast of spunk rocketed against Cassie's womb as he finally came. "Yeah, baby girl, so good." Carl could hardly contain the joy at having been released but, wanting to make sure that Cassie got to experience this joy as well, he kept thrusting with his still semi-hard cock. It didn't take long. Cassie had to close her eyes as the powerful orgasm rocked her. She screamed out in ecstasy as a pleasing warmth flowed from her center to every inch of her. She felt Carl kissing her back as his member became limp inside of her and their bodies stopped thrusting against each other. She took a look in the mirror as she fell back onto Carl: At that moment, her face flushed, her body covered in sweat, a dick inside of her, and cum leaking out of her freshly used pussy, she was more satisfied and happy than she had ever been. Carl wasn't done though. Sliding out from under her, he kneeled in front of her and ate her out. His aged, experienced tongue greedily gulped all the juices, both his and her, that drizzled out of Cassie's still tight pussy. "Oh god, Carl, it's too much, it feels too good." Cassie was still really sensitive, so Carl's tongue was driving her crazy. Carl refused to stop and kept licking until he brought Cassie to another orgasm; it was both a matter of pride and a bit of an apology; Carl always made sure that his partners came at least twice before he was done but he also knew he had gotten a bit carried away and had gone too rough on Cassie for her first time. As he finished, he got up, admired the now panting teen and lifted her up and placed her head on the pillow. He covered her up with a blanket and turned to pick up his clothes when Cassie, who was clearly exhausted, spoke up: "Hey, don't leave." Cassie was clearly held her arms out, which pushed the blanket under her large tits. Carl couldn't help but admire the sight for a while, but shook his head. "I don't think your daddy would like to see his daughter in bed with the dirty old man next door." "But he's on vacation with mommy for the next three weeks." Cassie replied, pulling the blanket open. "Oh really?" Carl asked bemusedly as he turned back towards the bed, "and what is a little girl like you going to do with all that time to yourself?" Cassie smiled. "Well, there's this guy I've been attracted to, used to be quite the lady's man, and I was thinking of inviting him over and letting him have his way with me." Carl crawled into bed, his aged body feeling younger than ever as his dick stiffened, "and what sort of things do you'll think he'll do to you?" Cassie inched over to him, pressed her body against him, and, right before kissing him said, "I guess I'll just have to find out."