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OVER the MOON

By Duane O'Day

Canyon, Texas

I was a wrestler and linebacker in high school. Working out has been a consistent frequency in my life. Following the divorce, I had not touched the weights, gone for a run, done a single calisthenic for months. I was one of those guys, getting round in the middle, gym membership just soaking up money. A sap. A sad divorced guy in his late 40s relegated to living with his dad and working as a janitor.

For some reason that mid-July morning, I got up early and had coffee with dad, who was always an early riser. I asked if I could borrow his truck and drove out to a park as the sun started turning the sky an apocalyptic gold. I started jogging under the first rays of sunshine offered that day.

A woman took to the track as I was on my 3rd lap. I was gasping like the out of shape guy I was, but I caught a glimpse of her running by and decided to do one more lap. She was a shapely woman, probably in her early 60s. Her hair was short, wavy blonde and gray and there was something earnest in the natural way she had it, no aging hidden. She was petite, and that was something I had always dreamed of. My ex-wife was full-bodied when we wed, and grew from her first slab of wedding cake. At least if we'd had kids she could have said it was pregnancy weight.

I took my final lap, hoping to be noticed by the speed walking beauty, and tumbled pathetically into the grass grunting, rasping for air, sweat blinding me.

She came upon me like a cinnamon angel in her tan velour track suit. She had a beautiful smile and a lovely, light Colombian accent. She asked if I was okay.

We sat in the truck and chatted, both confessing to being entirely out of shape with a chuckle. Her soft, even crow's feet showed gorgeously as she laughed. Her skin looked so soft. The way the track suit hugged her body was making me jealous. I wanted to press her supple gilf body to what remained of my muscles and drive my cock into her well used old pussy. Something in her eyes and voice said it would be absolutely fine. Her name was Luna.

The day passed euphorically. She moved gracefully, chatted breezily, and had energy to spare. I realized how many miserable days I spent trapped in marriage as we went for coffee, ran errands at a grocery store, picked up lunch, and ate at the park in the truck.

When we finished eating she asked if I wanted to come to a pool party. She asked if that would be okay in a savvy, weird kind of way.

'Ummm … sure,' I said.

'It's my granddaughter's party, I could use a spare pair of hands,' she said and touched my bicep.

She drove her car and I followed. She lived in the Heights, homes worth a half-million dollars, gated communities and manicured old trees. I helped her carry in groceries. Her home glistened warmly with natural tones, wood floors with a wave showing their age, and granite countertops. The kitchen was filled with a punch bowl and an ornate blender.

Luna offered a shower and I accepted. I wasn't sure what I had expected, but Luna was busily putting away groceries and making citrus punch for the pool party. I presumed she meant shower so you can be clean and fuck my brains out.

The bathroom, the smallest, spare bathroom near the garage, was lavish and wonderful with brass fixtures. And that's all I remember. I took a shower and figured to just wear my spare workout shorts that I kept in the truck for swimming.

But something happened. I passed out. Was it the early wake up time, the running, the rush of meeting someone new and leaping out of my depression? Probably, probably all those things. But I awoke with a towel around my naked body on the commode. Steam hung in the air. A white strip of cloth was draped on the door handle. I lifted it off and it was a man's micro-swim thong. Figuring this was what Luna was into, I shrugged and slipped it on.

It was butt floss with a gauzy pouch for my well hung wiener. The width of a Pringles can, my ex-wife always complained about how painful sex was. Married 14 years, I could count the decent orgasms I had on one hand. Hard to cum with a bitch yapping and griping, her voice indicating reality, while you're trying to imagine Pamela Anderson.

Sauntering into the living area I heard laughter and splashing outside. I looked across the wet brick place beyond the glassy living area window. And felt myself becoming erect while viewing salacious, sinister young girls enjoying splashing in the shallow part of the ivory and teal pool. They scintillate and prance and frolic under a full, orange Texas sun.

The girls are barely wearing floss, the smallest bikinis I have ever seen. They're practically nude. I feel odd watching but my cock pulses ravenously. My eyes find their budding nipples and plump, still growing ass cheeks. Im too far away to observe finer details, maybe it's for the best. My dick is engorged.

Luna is on a law chair. She's wearing a tiny black bikini, the chest triangles show her lilac nipples and areolas. The triangle between her legs shows her savory, plump gilf cunt. She had enormous, golden era sunglasses. My erection threatens to rip the gauzy pouch that just does contain my swollen Johnson.

She notices me leering and stands. She rounds up the trio of young girls and they all walk into the living area. I shyly try turning my body away from their inquisitive little grins but my dick is a meaty plank that I can't hide. The room fills with the aroma of musky young cunts doused with pool chlorine.

Luna pulls forward a light, beanbag recliner and bids me to sit in it. I obey. Luna pulls my swimsuit off my big cock and standing beside me her supple grammy hands stroke me. I try not staring directly at the young, giggling girls. I know how wrong it is, my stomach is queasy.

'Nine, eleven, twelve,' Luna whispers sensually in my ear.

'Forgive me God,' I plead. 'Oh god,' I groan as my erection is painfully manifested, as hard as the glinting granite countertops.

My eyes open. Whispering a seductive lullaby, Luna introduces me to her three grandchildren. Celeste is 9 years old, pale with dark hair and eyes. She has budding breasts under a scandalous pine green bikini embellished with wooden beads on the strings. Celeste bites her thumb and turns side to side while staring at my plump, white penis.

The eleven year old girl's name is Cora. She's got honey toned hair and gleaming olive-tan skin. Her swimsuit is the most disheveled from playing. Her bald, beautiful slit is showing and her nipples look like the ends of a football. Her breasts are incredibly developed for her age, beautiful coconut sized orbs much paler than the rest of her glowing body. She's the gossip, her eyes linger on my exposure and she whispers to the others. Seeing their faces close together makes me think of dreamy lesbian seductions I had only seen in porn.

Josephine is the last little girl's name. She's chubbier than the others, freckled and strawberry blonde. A delicate chain of pearls glints from a navel piercing centered in her smiling face tummy. She has silvery braces and wears a very happy expression while glancing my naked body. Her tits are insanely grown, the size of drums. Her darkled pink bikini is complimented by maroon veins that stream her jaw-dropping breasts.

'In me Daddy,' says the little girl with the gigantic tits. She pulls her swim bottom away to show her dripping snatch, with the softest patch of hazy blonde pubic fur.

'Jo,' Luna uses a familiar nickname, 'you want it first?'

'Seniority,' laughs Luna in her haughty goddess way.

I don't remember everything. The girls all came forward. Jo mounted me with her oily, smooth pussy lips just stretching around my shovel. Luna put one hand on the small of Jo's back to help guide her gently, but her other hand snagged Jo's hair brutally. She whispered something in Spanish. Jo lowered and screamed as I broke through her tight, overdeveloped body. Luna takes her hands away and claps gleefully as her oldest granddaughter gets her hymen torn. She's still wearing those big dark shades, like a demon.

Luna suckles my tongue and whispers to me as the little plumper rides in stretched out agony. I surge up and maul her bleeding hole as she holds her bulging belly, guts full of my throbbing girth. Her face is broken and red, she can't stop crying. I think of this being her first time. That she's going to be one fucked up slut. I'll probably outlive this girl. She's corrupted young, a future pornstar destined to overdose. This violation will be in the nightmares that govern her short life.

Jo is replaced by Cora, all 11 years of her horny body bouncing on my thickness. She sinks her little teensy nails into my chest. She hisses as she realizes she doesn't have the vigor to ride me for very long. I take control and fuck her. I push upwards and my cock stabs in and out of her cunt while she shudders and her eyes roll. Turning my head I see Luna holding Jo as she cries about her battered cunt. Luna strokes her granddaughter's hair softly.

I stand up with Cora's tan doll body flailing on my dick. I bend her over, her nubile body is so flexible and welcoming. I throw her over the chair and spank her. Then I plunge back in and pound her stubborn, resisting fuckhole.

'Eleven,' I say and slap her bouncy, wrong little ass.

'Fuck Daddy!' She squeals childishly and wiggles her ass. I give her several more thunderous swats. This is what the marriage lacked. A sense that I was ever in command of anything.

She whimpers. I fuck her hard, thumping in and out of her soaking, rubbery snatch. her with my eyes tied to Luna. She kisses Jo, at first in a sweet, grammy way. But the kiss becomes more exploratory. Their tongues touch. Chubby Jo looks like a lost doe, dumb and ruled by her body.

I feel tiny, humming lips against my anus. It's the 9 year old, Celeste, on her knees behind me. Her excited breathing tickles my balls. I feel her tongue probe my filthy sewer and I'm impressed with her fortitude. Little girls don't know these tricks unless they're groomed. I like Luna even more now for beginning their training young. I bargain within that if Celeste can adequately suckle then she's now old enough to fuck.

Accordingly, I pull out of Cora's spongy throat. I use her hair to throw her onto the floor like a toy. She whines and sobs. I grip Celeste's tiny head, the size of a large apple, and begin shoving my cock between her smooth lips. She chokes and gags but her throat is full of bubbly slutty syrup that lets me go deep. Her big brown eyes stare up at me. Luna is fondling Jo. I feel so dizzy as I shove Celeste off my cock.

I mount her. I mount her fairy body and the tip of my dick presses against what feels like a strawberry. She makes a noise with her trembling, nervous lips, a droning N-noise. Maybe she's saying no. But it's too late for that. My dick has been brutally hard for too long. I have to sate it before the head splits like an over-boiled hot dog. At least that's how it felt.

The others gather around, groping and massaging me. Luna shoves her fingers up my asshole. I push into her struggling body. Her head turns side to side violently as her body grudgingly begins to accept my thick log of cock. The noise is a heavenly popping. I don't last long inside her too tight, suckling hole.

I take Cora and Joe by the hair and press their cheeks to Celeste's taut bell. I pull out and reddish cum bursts from her deflowered hole. The young sluts lap it up like kittens. Luna hugs me from behind. Celeste groans as another sloppy river of jizzum splurts out.