He walked up across the wide pillar-decorated porch and punched the doorbell. The heavy panel swung open immediately. Alicia had 'changed into something more comfortable, a pair of shimmery pink lounging pajamas slashed deeply at the top and shaping her ass alluringly. Her hair and makeup were perfection, she did not overdo it. Some broads her age smeared the goo on too thickly. And she didn't reek with perfume, either. Her tits pushed jauntily at the clinging pajama-top, her nipples cleanly visible. Dressed for fun and games.
'Well, don't just stand there,' she said, her voice trembly with excitement. 'I promise not to bite.”
Carefully, carefully, he told himself, Bermuda and Nice and Tahiti whirling through his head. It's all there and I have to make it come together.
He stepped forward, eased his arms around her waist and homed his mouth in on her waiting lips. They opened eagerly, with a good clinging softness;;her hands raised to caress the nape of his neck. Her thrusting breasts pushed out at his chest, a fine tremor ran along her lush figure.
Adroitly he wormed his tongue across her teeth, into her mouth, his right hand easing down to her ungirdled ass. He had raked her with his eyes at the country club lounge, he had fucked her with his expression, and now he was tasting her hunger, her deep daring need for cock. Cuddling her butt in both hands, he arched his basket at her crotch. She shuddered, her fingers digging at his neck. 'Yeahhhhhh.”
Oh, God! Alicia thought, her cunt tingling sweetly. So young and strong and handsome! I can feel his prick swelling, his hands are so good! I knew he'd be smooth and expert. I've been hot for him for months. I don't care what the price is, I have to HAVE him.
But she did not want to fall over backward like a common slut, no matter how badly she needed stiff, pumping cock. Every nerve in her body was responding to his maleness, her clit was stiffening, her nipples swelling, her mouth shivering around his lips. She unfastened her lips and buried her face on his shoulder.
'You devil, you,' she breathed. 'I-have to sit down, my legs are weak.”
He chuckled, patting her ass. 'You're the hostess, Alicia.”
Shaking with anticipation, she drew away and led him to the nearest sofa. 'I-gave the servants an afternoon off, my niece is at school… ”
He moved down at her right, his left arm across her shoulders, his eyes simply eating at her figure. Oh, she felt ten years younger! No man had touched her for over a year, she was starved for attention. She had not done what some of her rich women-friends did, calling an 'escort' bureau in Frisco for a 'pay date.'
The idea of climbing into bed with a complete stranger was repugnant to her. But ever since the operation on her breasts and. vagina her erotic needs had been more compelling; she had played with herself so often she was ashamed of it.
She was ashamed of something else, too. In her earlier years when she had attended an all-girl finishing school at Berkeley she had experimented with her room-mate, a slender athletic girl from Los Angeles. Between dates with guys from a nearby college, she and Teddy had enjoyed some delicious fucks.
After Dean had come along she had learned to like prick, too. Proper debs got married and lived normally; she had not indulged with another dame for many years, but she often found herself eyeing sexy broads and wondering how they would be. One of her closest woman friends was fucking her Chinese maid…
Lately Alicia had found herself wondering about her attractive young niece; and that was very wrong! Good, steady prick would cure her of that. Crystal, who was known as Chris, had admitted one day she had tried it 'both ways. Girls had so much more freedom nowadays, a lot of 'swinging' went on at the college she attended. Two guys and one girl, or two girls and one guy…
'Well, since we're all alone, what should we do about it?' Cleve murmured, jerking her back to sweet reality. His right hand was moving toward the V of her pajama-top, and she half-turned, offering her rebuilt charms for his delectation. Oh, how her tits ached for man-touches!
She had planned to make her offer, first. But he wanted her body first!
'Oh, I'm older than you, Cleve, but-”
His fingers entered her pajama bodice, his left arm tightened on her shoulders, his mouth aimed for her lips again, and a rage of awful unrequited longing swept her crotch. He cupped her bare left breast his tongue wiggled into her mouth, and she moaned her delight. Oh, they could talk much later!
His mouth spread her swelling lips, his tongue began to stroke voluptuously in and out, in and out. Her nipple hardened in his palm, her cunt began to ooze juices into her sheer bikini panties. Her thighs spread, she felt her crotch lifting, she moaned once more. Winding her arms around his neck, she pushed her right thigh at his left leg, shaking with lust.
I don't care what he thinks about frustrated widows! she thought dizzily. I want his prick, I'm famished for prick! I haven't even seen one for over a year, let alone touched one or felt one in my cunt! Oh, the way his tongue slides' believe he'd like to EAT me, and I've never had that!
While she shivered and drank in the zesty thrills of her need, he very gently lifted her tit out of the V of her pajamas, and then eased her other breast clear of the covering! God, he was good with a pair of boobies! His fingers roamed underneath, then across her tingling nipples, and down the hot slopes to the vale between them. Dean had not been a 'tit man.' He had not been much of an innovator, either.
He screwed me only one way, she thought. Me on the bottom, him between my legs. I learned to climax real good with him when he went for 'seconds: but as he got older he could only make it once, and lots of times I missed the fun. I had to use my hands again… I haven't been anywhere, really. Even Teddy always fucked me old-fashioned. I want some new things, new positions!
Finally she unfastened her mouth and whispered into his lips. 'Let's go in the bedroom, honey.”
'Right,' he murmured, teasing a tender, dark nipple. Oh, how her breasts stuck out! Seeing them bare and swollen, riding from the opened top of her pajamas, his fingers stroking and playing, sent waves of achy hunger through her crotch. Not one sign of her operation showed on her prominent mounds. That surgeon really knew his business!
'Beautiful tittles,' he murmured. He seemed reluctant to stop playing with them!
'Oh, come on, honey!' she gasped. 'Not here-!”
He nodded, released her, and they stood up. Her legs wobbled, she could not remember when she had been so eager for prick. Her cunt was puffing out, her panties were too snug. She seized his hand and led him toward the master bedroom where she had slept alone much too long.
Christ, I'm almost there, Cleve thought, his head spinning. I won't have to work hard to get a good bone-on. Terrific tits for a dame her age, almost like a young girl's. If her cunt is as hot as her mouth I'll enjoy every stroke. She's no Mia Nelson, but she's got millions, man.
He had never seen such an elaborate bedroom. The carpet was resilient enough to fuck on, the king-sized pad, the rich drapes, the convenient adjoining bathroom with the door half-open, said nothing but money. She ran to the bed, drew the covers back to reveal shiny pink satin sheets that had cost a small fortune. The drapes were pulled, but there was enough light.
She stood hesitantly beside the pad, her face flushed, her lips puffy from his recent kissing, her beautiful pointy tits thrusting out of the pink, sexy pajama-top. Her wide aureolas, her hungry dark eyes, brought his cock up hard.
'Terrific!' he grinned, unbuttoning his sport shirt. 'Next time wear a dress, huh?”
She laughed, breaking the mounting tension. A little lightness helped, he had learned that years before. Obviously she was not used to this, she was dazed, uncertain. But a thin line of wetness along her tightly-hugged cuntmound told it all; she was dying for cock.
'Want me to undress you, Alicia?' he said, in just the right tone.
'Oh, I'm sorry!' she gasped. 'I mean-' She flushed deeply. He had imagined earlier that she might have tried out other prospective bedmates, but he was sure now this was a whole new thing for her. Amazing.
'Hey, don't be uptight, beautiful,' he grinned, moving up in front of her. He patted her still-covered ass and winked. 'Make it a fun thing.”
She giggled nervously, leaning in close. 'I haven't ever done anything like this-since Dean, honey… '
'Hell, I can tell that,' he murmured reassuringly. 'Want a drink first?”
'Oh, no!' she breathed, snuggling. 'You're so considerate. I'm all right, now.' She backed away, giggling. 'You're so right-make it just fun!”
He stood back a little, took off his shirt and loosened his pants. She unfastened the pajama-top and hiked it over her head. Her eyes took in his loins as his trousers went down; a deeper flush touched her cheeks, she
