Allie in the Shower
By Little Bree (Lttlbree@yahoo.com)
(Very Old M/ Teen f) 
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Author’s Note: As always, it'd be great to hear from anyone out there who liked or hated this. I'm a sucker for emails. 


Also, as always: this is fantasy. Do not do this stuff. Old people and teenagers are not meant to copulate (except in the Bible, where apparently all's fair).  

If you're under 18, DO NOT READ THIS. 
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	Cooper’s Point “Lake” looked more like a dirty puddle. It was full of rust-brown water that Allie’s dad insisted on calling “cedar water” and it sat festering and stagnant along a littered beach with more rocks than sand. The bugs loved it, and the boys were happy enough to swim in it, but Allie was (shockingly) the only girl in sight. 

	If it had been up to her, she wouldn’t have stayed either. 

	“It’s a hundred degrees out, Allie-gator,” her father said. “You should get in and cool off!”

	The fifteen year old scrunched up her nose. “I am NOT getting in that swamp,” she said. “I’d rather swim in a toilet.”

	Her father rolled his eyes. “Suit yourself,” he said. “Your brothers and me are gonna be all refreshed while you out here sweating like a pig." 

	She saw him stub his town on a discarded old bottle as he trotted back into the water. Allie smirked. It served him right. 

	He was at least a little right though. She was sweating so hard, she couldn't keep the sun-block on, and her slim hopes of getting a tan were dwindling. Fair-skinned blonde girls like Allie needed sun-block like fish needed water. Without it, sunburn was inevitable.  Of course, if they'd just let her go back to Uncle Neil's cabin, she wouldn't have to choose between shitty water and skin cancer. The cabin was old and primitive, but at least it a roof and a fan. 

	Thank God her cousins Sarah and Morgan were finally getting there in the morning. And her Aunt Erin, too. Other girls were an absolute necessity on a horrible trip like this. Especially after everything that happened with Jason.

	Allie cursed herself for letting him slip back into her thoughts. Ignore him, she scolded herself. But she couldn't. What was he doing now? Did he have another girlfriend already? Was he telling her the same stupid lies? It was strange how she could hate him and miss him all at the same time. If only she could go back two weeks, to before she knew what a jerk he was, to the night after the dance when she finally said yes and let him go all the way with her. It had been so....not perfect, but happy. 

Before she broke down sobbing, Allie was startled by hands taking hold of her arms ankles. "What the fuc..." she started, but before she could finish, she was submerged in the murky brown water. 

	"..k!" she finally managed as she popped her head back up. Her idiot brothers were laughing hysterically, and even her dad was smirking like a big jerk. 

	Allie hurried back to shore, but the water clung to her skin and bathing suit like a gross brown film even after she stepped out of it. 

	"Fuck you guys," she snapped again as she found her sunglasses floating to the surface of the lake. 

	"Watch your language, young lady," chided her dad. He'd come ashore and fetched her a towel. She resisted the urge to tell him to go fuck himself.   "There's showers around the bend there," he said and pointed.  "Don't be such a princess. You won't melt."

	"I might," she said stubbornly. "You don't know what's in that lake." 

	He rolled his eyes. "Just come shout when you're cleaned up and we'll go home, ok?"

	Allie didn't respond, but she took the towel and started around the bend to the shower huts. Actually, "around the bend" turned out to be a pretty long walk in flip-flops. She had to walk the length of three football fields and cross a road.  Thankfully, when she finally found them, they were actual shower buildings--one for men and one for women.  They were falling down and cobwebby, but they weren't the outdoor nozzles and outhouses she was expecting. There were even individual shower stalls with curtains, and when she turned the water on, it came out warm and transparent! 

	Behind the mildewy curtain, she stepped out of her bikini and let the water pour over her naked skin. Sure enough, it stung when it ran against the sunburn on her back.  Hopefully it wasn't too bad.  She ignored the pain and scrubbed away the brown lake gunk. 

	Almost by accident, she turned and the hard stream fell at just the right angle between her legs. It made her jump, but then, of course, she did it again. She leaned back against the wall with her legs ever-so-slightly parted and let it pummel her. Suddenly the world didn't seem so bad! 

	Allie didn't masturbate a lot.  Hardly at all, really, and not nearly as often as she knew her brothers did. For the two months she and Jason were together, she never needed to; it felt like he always had his hands inside her panties! He was good at it, too. Probably because he was practicing with so many other girls behind her back, she thought bitterly. Still, on those too-rare occasions when he'd had the privacy to strip her clothes entirely and touch her all over, the way he looked at her was so intense, so awe struck, that she just knew she was his favorite girl in the world. 

	Once again, she tried to force him out of her thoughts and failed. She blamed the shower. Showers reminded her of him. Afterwards, that night when they made love, they took a shower together. The whole idea of it felt so naughty and hot. Just standing there under the water with him, soaking wet and naked was thrilling. Everyone told her beforehand that boys lose interest after they cum, so she didn't expect him to fondle her breasts like he did, or to so eagerly finger her pussy. 

	She was absolutely shocked when he lifted her whole body up against the tile wall and shoved his raging hard cock into her a second time! It wasn't like the first time either--there were no longing stares or tender caresses. He didn't stroke her hair or whisper how much he loved her. All of that gentleness gave way to frenzied, animalistic pounding!  He squeezed her ass and on every thrust he drove himself in so deep that  she actually felt his balls against her pussy lips. "You're pussy is so tight!" he'd grunted--not "you're beautiful" or "I love you--"you're pussy is so tight."  Somehow that made it hotter. Then he came inside of her with such explosive fanfare that it made her scream out loud. She was collapsed and panting in his arms for a seeming eternity before it even dawned on her to freak out about the absent condom. 
	
	As the memory played out in her mind again, Allie leaned against the shower wall and fingered herself furiously. She was so close, she could feel the orgasm welling up inside of her. It was just beyond the horizon, and she was too worked up to be bothered biting her lip; she moaned out loud like a whore!  In her mind, she could feel that big cock swelling in the depths of her all-but-virgin womb. She stared up and could picture him towering over her--she always loved how little and petite she felt beside him, but never so much as that night in the shower when he was holding her two feet off the ground and plowing her. 
	
	Allie cursed as her hand unconsciously slowed. It felt so close, the orgasm, but she knew it was all a big tease. She hadn't been able to get there by herself since that night, no matter how hard she tried or how close she got. It was just no use.
	
	Soon enough, her elation had faded into frustration, and she was standing alone in the now-cooling water. It wasn't fair. Boys could cum whenever they wanted, even while they were sound asleep, but she couldn't ever seem to manage! 
	
	She shut off the water and sighed. At least she was clean, and the water'd managed to cool her off. If only she could spend the summer dripping wet, she'd be happy.  Then she remembered the gross brown water.
	
	Just then, there was a low grunt from the other side of the curtain. "Ugh!" 
	
	"Hello?" she shouted. She tried not to sound too freaked out. Maybe she imagined it?  She probably imagined it.

	But then she heard it again.

	Maybe an animal slipped into the shower hut? Or her stupid brothers were playing games again.  

	"You better not steal my towel, assholes!" she shouted.  

	Once more there was no answer, just another low grunt. 

	Allie prayed that she was imagining things, like the monsters that lived under her bed when she was little. Terrified and quivering, she barely mustered the courage to peek around the flimsy curtain.
	
	It wasn't her imagination.

	"Eeeeek!" she screamed. There was an old man out there. A *very* old man. A very old, very naked man. A very old, very naked man with a massive erection in his very old hands, just sitting there.  "Get out of here!" she shouted as she hid behind the curtain. "Go away!" 

	The man didn't say anything, but she didn't hear the door open either. "I mean it!" she called out. She didn't know what else to say.  

	When she peaked her head around again, though, he hadn't budged. He was staring straight ahead at the shower stall where Allie was cowering and feverishly stroking his dick. He didn't even flinch or break rhythm when Allie popped her head out to see if he'd left. 

	"I'll call the police," she shouted. That was a bluff. Her phone was back on the beach with her dad and brothers, but the old man didn't know that.  He might have guessed that she didn't have a phone in the shower though, and he probably could see that he was standing between her and her towel. Either way, he still didn't move. 

	The man looked like was at least 70, maybe even 80. He was frail and sickly, with wrinkly skin and liver spots. He might have been tall, but the way he stood hunched over, he was close to Allie's own 5-foot-nothing.   Except for the fact that he had her trapped naked in an isolated shower stall while he brazenly beat himself off, there was nothing all that intimidating about him. If she had to fight him, Allie guessed she'd probably win.  

	"Look away," she demanded. "I need to get my towel!"

	 Once again, he didn't react. Allie wondered if he was deaf. Or maybe senile. Or both. Normal people, even perverts, would've shown some sort of reaction. 

	Fed up and frustrated with the whole awkward predicament, Allie stepped from behind the curtain with an arm crossed over her breasts, and cupped the other between her legs. This, not surprisingly, finally coaxed a reaction out of the old man. He rolled his eyes up and down the length of her naked body and a broad dopey smiled curled across his lips.  He did not, however, step aside or stop jerking off. 

	"You have to move," she pleaded. 

	He cocked his head to the side and looked bewildered, like a puppy would if you told it to dance. 

	Allie shook her head. The old man was suddenly a lot less terrifying. If he intended to rape her, he would have already, she knew. She was standing so close she could smell his breath, but he hadn't even tried to touch her.  It was beyond obvious that he had no idea what was happening.  Well, except that he obviously liked that she was naked.  He probably had Alzheimer's or some crazy dementia. It was sad, really. 

	"Let me get my towel," she said again, sweetly this time. When even that failed to move him, she abandoned her modest and took her off of her body to gentle guide him to the side. 

	He moved, but the sight of Allie totally uncovered clearly excited him. His eyes were wide and every tooth was visible when he smiled.  She slid gingerly past him to where her towel hung, and though he followed every step with lusty eyes, he didn't try to grab her.  When she finally wrapped herself up in the towel, he let go a pained groan in objection.
	
	"Show's over!" she teased. 
	
	The old man looked crestfallen, and he groaned again, more emphatically this time. 

	Allie giggled. He was a gross old man, but something about his innocent, simple minded eagerness was kind of cute.  In the bizarrest way possible anyway. 

	"No," she said. "You already saw too much. You're not even supposed to be in here!" 
	
	He just kept staring, stubbornly hoping that she'd show him more. Allie couldn't help but kind of sort of enjoy the attention. Sure, he was crazy old, and way too senile to function, but he was clearly, unabashedly adoring her.  Right after getting dumped, was it so wrong to like that?  Besides, it was hard to be angry at someone so clearly simple minded.

	"Come on," she pleaded. "We should get you back to your family, or...nurse? someone?"

	Instead of answering, he just resumed stroking his dick. 

	Allie had never seen an old man's cock before, but she assumed it would be shriveled and small. It totally wasn't. It was sort of wrinkly, but it was straight and really, really big. Bigger than Jason's and bigger than most of the ones she'd seen in pictures.  She wondered if he taking Viagra or something to keep it hard too, 'cause it was impressively stiff.

	"Ugh," he grunted again. She took that for old-man-speak for "show me your tits."

	Maybe she should, she thought. Why not?  The poor guy'd been jerking off a while now, he had to be getting close. She didn't have to touch him, just stand there and let him look.  It'd just be a nice thing to do for a sad old man. Plus no one would ever know. 
	
	Feeling bold, she unwrapped the towel and hung it back on the wall.  
	
	"Ok," she said, as she swiveled her hips showily, "have a look!" 

	Having never exposed herself to a man like this, Allie had no idea what to with her arms. She started with them at her hips, like Superman,but it fel silly so she ended up sort of twirling them behind her back. 

	The old man laughed and smiled with unbridled glee, then continued his earnest stroking. 

	With her clothes off, Allie definitely looked her age--maybe even younger. She was short and fair skinned, with her mound shaved hairless and smooth the way Jason liked it. If not for the undeniably girlish curve of her hips and her big, perky c-cup tits, she'd almost pass for 12.  The old man didn't seem to mind!

	Even while she was doing it--standing there, completely naked and exposing herself to him--she knew it was wrong. Nice girls weren't supposed to even think about this sort of thing. It was sordid. It was disgusting. It was...totally making her hot!
	
	Long past the frustration of her earlier failure to climax, Allie boldly began to finger her pussy while the old man watched.  She like him watching, she decided. She even lifted her leg up onto the nearby bench to give him a better view.  It would look like such a depraved scene if someone walked in on them, but she didn't even care. Her vagina was wet and aching, and she was building towards climax faster than she'd ever thought possible! 

	"Oh yeah," she moaned. "You like my body, don't?" 

	She was shocked when he eagerly nodded yes. So he did understand!  	

	"I bet you wish you could fuck me, don't you?"  

	He smiled and nodded more.

	Allie moved closer to him and wiggled her chest and hips like she imagined a stripper would. It was a bad idea, but she didn't care. She was too turned on to think straight. 

	"Do you like my tits?" she cooed.

	He stared straight at them, inches from his face, and nodded yes. 

	She grinned. With the hand that wasn't eagerly exploring her twat, she lifted his free hand and guided it to her breast. "Does it feel nice?" she asked. 

	He grinned and squeezed, clearly thrilled. 

	 Allie's nipples stood erect at the first coarse feel of his palm....and just like that the first waves of orgasm were washing over her. Her muscles clenched and her heart raced. "Oh my God!" she squealed. He kneaded her tit more vigorously, and soon enough she was breathlessly cumming! 

	After blissfully indulging the climax, and finally catching her breath, Allie was shocked to see the old man's dick--which he'd been beating relentlessly since before she'd even come out of the shower--still throbbing and erect. Even more surprising, unlike the rare other times she'd orgasmed, her own body was aching for more! 

	Reluctantly, Allie moved away from the man just long enough to fetch a mop from the corner and wedge it through the door handle.  It wasn't a perfect lock, but it was better than nothing and she was too anxious to make it any better.  She even consider the absurdity of the scene--locking *herself* in a shower hut with a horny old man!  She all-but-sprinted back to her senile old playmate, and without even thinking about what was doing, wrapped her hand around his cock.
	
	It felt enormous in her small hand--way bigger than Jason's--and it was as hard a concrete rod. She stroked it hard and wondered how what something that huge must feel like inside of you. It would just be so...filling? The thought of it was overwhelming and naughty, but she knew she shouldn't. She wouldn't. She COULDN'T.  It was too ridiculous, but it still excited her. 

	 The man moaned his approval of her handjob. Then he surprised her by clumsily pawing at her pussy in return. It felt so good to be touched that the thought of fucking him almost stopped seeming so ridiculous! 

	"Oh God!" she moaned, genuinely giddy and out of breath. "You're so big and hard. And I love the way you touch me!" 

	He groaned back happily. Allie could hardly believe he still hadn't cum!

	"Do you want me to suck it?" she asked. It was almost as naughty a thought as fucking him.  Maybe more--her pussy couldn't gag on that wrinkled rod, after all. But she was craving it, dying to feel the weight of that massive dick in her mouth, and to taste it when he finally shot his load.

	Of course he shook his head yes, and he grinned his biggest grin yet. Allie slid onto the floor, pressing her still wet body against as she went, licking and mashing her fleshy tits down the length of his body.  

	At eye level, his cock looked even more massive. It was intimidating huge, and she worried she'd suffocate trying to take it all in. In her sex-crazed state though, even that didn't hold her back. While greedily flicking her clit with one hand, she started licking the man's balls one at a time, letting the fleshy sack hang in her mouth. It was a trick Jason always loved, and the old man seemingly did too. 

	When she finally wrapped her lips around the bulbous head of his dick, he moaned long and loud.  When she deftly lowered her face toward his abdomen, trailing her soft tongue along the underside of his shaft as she sucked, he made a noise like he might faint. 

	In her mouth, that cock felt even bigger. If she tried to get it inside her cunt, it would surely split her in half! Still...it was a happy thought, bouncing on top of that old withered rod. It would look so slutty and obscene! 	Not that this didn't look slutty and obscene. She was kneeling in front of a disgusting old man in a lake shower. It was one step removed from a highway restroom or something. 

	She felt his cock twitch once, then twice. Her fingers moved faster around her swelling clit. Not yet, she thought. Just a little longer!  She pursed her lips tight around his steely rod and slurped it like a popsicle. 

	Then the massive dick seemed to swell even bigger, and tasted the salty spunk flooding her mouth. It made her gag, and the man slipped out just in time to blow the linger half his load over her pretty face. 

	With the sticky spunk running down her cheeks, Allie kept fingering herself, but knew the moment was already passed. It was a little greedy anyway, she thought--the first one was fantastic enough!

	At last she sat back and wiped the cum out of her eyes. The old man shuffled to the other side of the hut, where he'd left his trunks and a towel.  With a clearer head, Allie was suddenly overwhelmed by the shame of what she'd just done.  She'd like, raped an old man. Sort of. He didn't seem to mind.  Sure, it was gross, but no one got hurt by it...right?

	"Thanks for the suck, kid," the man said as he stared down at her, still sitting naked on the floor. 

	Allie was shocked. "You can talk? But..."

	"But you thought I was retarded?" he laughed. "Your not the first little bitch to fall for that." 
	Allie couldn't believe it. The asshole had lied!  "But...but you..." She was at a loss for words. 

	He fastened his shorts and shot her a glance that seemed to mock her naïveté.   "Just be glad you finished me off before I stuck it in your cunt, darling. A girl your size wouldn't walk for a week after that."

	Allie couldn't even speak. There were outraged tears welling in her eyes. "But...who are you?" she asked as he started to leave. 

	He looked back and smirked. "I'm the 'senile' old man that made your teenage twat cum," he said. Then he walked out without another word. 

	Allie was sullen and embarrassed as she rinsed herself off a second time.  Of course she felt taken advantage of and dirty--how could she not?--but part of her secretly wished he'd stayed long enough to fuck her. It might have been worth not walking for a week! 

	When she finally found her way back over to the beach, she saw the man spread out on a blanket maybe a hundred yards behind her dad. There was a woman with him--maybe 40 years old--who she guessed was his daughter. There were also two teenage boys a year or two older than Allie.  Great, she thought, she really did just blow somebody's grandpa. 

	"You look relaxed, Allie-gater," said her dad, smiling dumbly. "Those must have been some showers."
	
	If only he knew!

