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(A 52 year meets a 22 year old mirage and pushes boundaries.)*lt;/p*gt;
Everyone mentioned or written sexually about in the story is 18 years old or older.
IMPORTANT!
This story is EXTREME in many ways! Scat / Unclean / Fetish / Anal
And features perverted kinky fetishes -- where the girl decide
DO NOT READ further if those things offend you, or you find the categories disliking!
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I don't like running, jogging, cycling...swimming works fine, but think it can be kind of chaotic in swimming pools, and also difficult with the times for the public. At a lake with very few people is great, different kind of things with water works. Only since I like younger girls and it's hard to hide that sometimes...it is best to stay away from public swimming areas with too much people.
Well, I've forced myself to go for walks...walking around a little here and there.
Find forest areas and walkways where there is just the right amount of people.
I am an odd 52-year-old old man, who in addition to liking young girls, also pick rubbish after others, eat veggie-stuff and shops certified organic groceries. Think a lot about nature and animals and bring empty plastic bags to pick up stuff in, when I'm out for my walks...also doggy poo bags. Though I think people sometimes is very deserving of stepping into a really big pile of dog shit, but pick it up too...sometimes.
One of my walk and pick-up paths I found led me pretty close to a house, a really nice and big house. I kept my distance, to what looked community-like. Although the paths there were not at all as used and easy to follow as many other paths, there was a place near the house where there often was a larger pile of dog poo.
Sometimes I thought jealously, served them just right the people who lived in the big house...I could even put the dog poo well inside their lot and lawn, but it was just thoughts...never something I made into reality.
The usual walks and picks went on,
often passing the rich in the big house.
One day, as I walked past the house, I saw a younger girl in her 20's walking towards me.
She was so hot and so sexy...like a 20-year-old bursa escort Britney Spears or Taylor Swift.
And she just seemed to be wearing a shorter raincoat and rubber-boots. Nothing else, it looked like, and she looked at me.
She looked firmly and kept her eyes on me for a long time...made me week in my knees and insecure.
I'd walked varying times before, alternating days...but after I met *quot;her,*quot; I stuck to the times I thought we could bump into each other.
How I was thinking about her and wishing she was doing dirty weird things to me.
Lonely perverted old man wanted to be sexually abused and pushed to the limits by hot young girl.
What a dream come true it would be...
So one day, when a few more days had passed, and I didn't know if I was going to see my beautiful mirage again, I heard something creaking a little on the side of the path...actually, one of the places I picked up...
...and there she was!
There my dream was...squatting, and pooping. It wasn't dog poo; it was a beautiful 20-year-old's poop I picked up several times. And here she was sitting right in front of me, her gaze locked in my eyes while squeezing out a fresh dog p...fresh poop.
Why did she do that, and almost right in front of me?
With her eyes still locked in mine, she got up.
Walked towards me...near, so I could smell her. She smelled so good, clean, while smelling of sweat and pee. And when she moved, I smelled poop and also odor from the pussy. Oh, when was the last time she washed down there...and all over for that matter?
I was instantly hooked...have never felt; never smelled something similar before, and certainly not from such a perfect being.
I was inside, like I guess male dogs become when they're sexually mature. When they want to stick their noses in yummy holes of all female dogs. Nosing and licking to the extent, and happily humping everything in sight.
She looked me in the eyes, and said firmly to me, *quot;Lie down!*quot;
When I found an uncomfortable but will-do place, just to make it go fast, she crawled up on me, almost like a predator controlling its prey.
She got down to my waist. And since I was wearing görükle escort lame sweatpants...almost like gray pajama fuckpants, it was child's play to pull them down. And she did, down below the knees they went.
She reviewed my limp, not very impressive dick, which is normal length and size, when erect...but in the woods laying awkwardly...it's a crumpled little dot, and impresses zero people, not me...and certainly not my dream girl.
Her gaze left the disappointment and looked into my eyes.
*quot;Are you afraid? You don't have to be. Not as long as you do what I say.
I've watched and followed you for a while now, and I'm pretty sure you're exactly what I want.
If you can be a dirty toy, pretty much without limits...then you're the one I'm looking for.
And if you're the one I'm looking for...then I promise you...you'll never want to go back to your old life again. Never!*quot;
*quot;But we'll see how today plays out first...
...it's not an easy task to get inside these doors and have the wildest fantasies fulfilled.*quot;
*quot;And what you're going to do today is fuck me. And it's a little hard to do with that misery.
So let's go, get your cock fucking hard, because you're going to fuck my greasy ass.*quot;
*quot;Mmm, I guessed more would be needed. Here's a treat for you.*quot;
And while she was digging with her hand in one pocket, she took the other on my cheeks and pressed my mouth open.
I knew before she got them out of her pocket that it was her panties...
...her very very well-used panties. They didn't smell, they reeked pussy and pee!
When she came up with her face above my...I felt that freshly washed summer meadow scent again...she turned me upside down. Completely!
When she readied to spit in my mouth...I raised my head to kiss her, and taste her spit, now!
*quot;No, my eager little horndog. There's a lot of that coming up later, but one thing at a time now.*quot;
Then she dropped a string of spit, which didn't land fast enough in my mouth. So she spat it in...and just as I swallowed it and tried again to touch her lips, must get more, she took her stinking panties and pressed them hard against my nose and escort bayan mouth.
I felt it turn in my stomach and I thought I was going to throw up...but just repeated gagging and swallowing...to keep it down.
*quot;Mmmm, there are a lot of new smells and tasty flavors you have to get used to.
You're allowed to. But I have short patience, and almost never give second chances.
So whether you think I smell wonderful or nauseating, you're going to endure it and learn to love it. And if you puke...then you hold it in your mouth, and swallow back again...swallow back and learn to love the vile.*quot;
Her words felt so excitingly right. Even though it was disgustingly wrong, I wanted to do everything with and for her, and not just that it felt like the right way to go...it calmed me down, too.
...and now that I had those stinky panties in my mouth and covering my nose...
*quot;But...look at that. The handsome horny old man is starting to like my stench.*quot;
And damn, it was stiff now. The dick was so hard it hurt.
So her smooth rubbing fingers around it felt so good, and when she sat the tip to her incredibly sexy ass...pushed down hard, and just like that had me all the way inside her tight butt...it was incredible.
I... I came...squirted and pumped into her so I was cramping...
...almost hurt so hard and tense I came in her.
She showed no emotion...and didn't say anything while she was moving up on my stomach.
Took her panties off my face, wrapped them around the brown-colored cock...and jerked of most of the poop. Then she drew a 'cleaning-stroke' in her butt and spun the panties together.
Picked up a bag from the other pocket, which I saw contained similar panties I had just worn on my face.
She opened the bag to put down the panties she'd just wiped herself with, and it smelled in there.
Oh, they reeked as disgustingly as the ones I've had on my face. I guess they were even worse.
Then I got the bag pressed with force in my hand.
She didn't look at me at all, just dreamily out between the trees when she monotonously said, *quot;Today was as expected. A little better, actually. And now you have study material for tomorrow.
Tomorrow is step two, and then I will not tolerate any gagging.
Step two is my baby sister...so brand new very challenging smells and flavors.
Work on it until tomorrow now, and I'll see you at the same time.*quot;