Friday morning was a bright, sunshiny day. It was a top – down day for sports – car enthusiasts, and Alice Jones had her top down, impatiently waiting for the signal light to change at the intersection of Elm and Arlington streets.
"Hello there, Alice! How are you? You're looking well."
Oh damn! That Mr. Fitz again. Oh God, how he bored her! He and all the other old men like him; walking, talking, hungry, sticky cocks! Sitting beside him was that floozie he had paid to screw. A lot of nerve this man had, parading a common prostitute around like she was royalty.
"Good morning, Mr. Fitz. And how are you this bright sunny day?"
Alice then fixed her gaze straight ahead to discourage any further conversation. Then the traffic moved forward and Fitz was right alongside of her in his convertible.
She went down through the gears and zoomed ahead onto the highway. She tried to relax and enjoy the day. The beach would be beautiful this morning. She had woke up with a burn that was hotter than fire in her pussy. She just had to get out of the house. Okay, so she was out of the house, but where did an older woman go to get screwed?
This morning while dressing she had admired her reflection in the mirror and asked herself: "Why do you let yourself suffer so?" Her eyes darted to the mirror and swept over her luscious body. She examined every inch of herself and concluded that she was not a bad – looking woman.
She would have been very pretty had it not been for the horn – rimmed glasses she wore. She very seldom used any makeup because she believed in natural beauty. Her hair style could be changed, she would agree to that. It was sort of droopy and stringy and she wore it pulled back into pigtails on the side. But the ash – blonde color went well with her deep, tan complexion. Her bustline stood out magnificently and gave her bodice a sharp line.
The rest of her molded down to shapely hips and ample, sloping buttocks. They were firm enough and nicely proportioned to make the whole picture quite exciting to see! She had always had a weight problem and dieted often. The extra pounds seemed to center around her buttocks and the backs of her thighs; the abundance made her feel uncomfortable, but the added weight turned men on. She knew this because when she wore her shorts, men would take a second look at her. It built her ego and she thought "why not excite them a little?" She was healthy and her sexual appetite could certainly handle anything that came along in the form of a cock.
Alice pulled her car up in the beach parking lot. She thought she would try a new stretch of beach today. She usually came down to the ocean every sunny day; it was not a long drive from Marinda. She could not shake the feeling of time passing because she was so much older than most of the girls there.
What the hell, she had a right too. These young bitches could not hog all the cocks for themselves. Besides, with her sunglasses on there was no way of telling how old she was.
Alice lay on her back and let the sun's rays sink into her body. She leaned forward to check out the scene. Her dark shades gave her a clear vision against the sun.
"Hey, pardon me, lady," a wisp of a voice called to Alice.
Alice sat up and looked behind her. Just coming down the slope were six young people. She was shocked to see that they were all naked as jaybirds!
"Sorry. We didn't mean to frighten you, but you're on private property. This stretch of beach is restricted to nude bathers only."
It took a little while for Alice to fully understand what was happening. Simultaneously she tried to see each of the six kids. There were two boys and four girls.
The girl who spoke to her was a cute little package with dark hair and almond eyes. She was by far the sexiest of the group. Next to her stood a husky redheaded kid. On his arms were a brunette and a sultry, long – haired blonde. The other boy was a tall, bearded lad; he too had red hair. He had his arms around a tall, slender, velvet – black girl. Her body had an oily sheen and she looked sculptured, having the form and figure of a slinky tigress.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't see any signs – wow, I thought I had found myself a paradise," Alice embarrassingly explained.
"No, you're not doing any harm. You're welcome to stay if you like," said the sultry blonde.
Alice got the impression that the blonde was the one all these guys were fucking. She looked like a gangbanger who loved every moment of it. Everything about her was phony. The blonde hair hung over one side of her face to give her that half – hidden look. She looked too tender between her thighs, and Alice knew that she balled a lot. Take away the hair and the dark eyelashes and she would not be so hot, but Alice could see how a man would enjoy sticking a thick pud into her ass!
"Our buddy's father owns this beach and we're having a forum here today."
"Oh," Alice said, wondering what she had gotten herself into. "Are you absolutely sure I won't disturb your fun if I stay? I don't have to take off my clothes do I?"
The brunette shifted her weight and her tits distorted. "No, you can leave them on." Her hand went to her hip as she arched it. "That is, if you're afraid."
They went off down the beach a ways and began to frolic in the surf.
The sun was getting hotter and she was nearly roasted. Alice sprang up and looked around her. There were more people on the beach now, drinking beer, roasting hot dogs, singing, and running about nude. She blinked. A couple of the fellows were passing out joints and Alice assumed they were all high.
To her left, downhill, there was a couple sitting together in the sand. The girl was an elegant, sweet – looking creature with long, black hair. She did not have much of a bosom and her frame was long and slender. She was sitting between the boy's legs with her back to him. The boy was extremely hairy and he sported a handlebar moustache. He began hunching his penis into her ass. Alice could not believe her eyes and looked closer. There was a strange look on the boy's face as he dry – fucked the girl's back.
Directly in front were three more youths, two boys and a skinny little girl. She was leaning back across one boy's lap with her legs stretched open toward a short, stocky boy hovering over her. Both boys began to feel her up while she giggled and fought off the passionate tickles.
There were all kinds of things going on around Alice. She wanted to take off, but she did not want to appear prudish. She pretended to be enjoying the sun for a couple of minutes. Besides, the other half of her wanted to see someone get fucked.
A handsome lad walked past her. He smiled and she sheepishly grinned up at him. Curiously she let her eyes follow him as he joined the party – looking back once.
The girls were running about laughing, pouring sand from a wine bottle over all the naked bodies. The little brunette stood over the handsome lad and poured sand over his penis!
Alice sat up to see better. Wow! What a scene this was turning into, she thought. Look how horny that kid is making all those young girls. Wow, they can't take their eyes off his cock. It's as if they are hypnotized by it. Ohhh… but what a lot of meat! Look how long his dong is, wiggling around, flopping from one leg to the other.
The boy leaped up and shook the sand from his body. Alice's eyes lay fixed on that long thing hanging between his legs. Then she saw him look at her. Oh! He was coming to pester her. What must she do now? She did not particularly want to talk to a boy as young as he.
As he came toward her she gave him a quick once – over. It was hard to tell who was getting the bigger thrill. But she would not let her eyes look down at his penis, although she was dying to see it close up. He was almost there and for some reason she was really getting scared.
The boy stopped at her feet. "Howya' doin'? My name's Mike."
Alice did not know what to say and she suddenly felt terribly naked. The small strips of her bikini were not covering much of her.
"Hello, Mike. I'm doing fine, thank you."
The sunny weather made her feel too sexy and there were hot sensations gurgling up in the depths of her vagina.
"What's your name?" She heard him ask, and her breasts felt as though they were going to burst, absorbing the sun and being looked upon. She was certain Mike had noticed how oddly she was behaving. Damn it! What an eyeful he was getting looking down into her bra.
"Oh… my name is Alice." She raised up and quickly yanked up her top. While she adjusted it, her tonnage of soft mounds quivered and bounced around. If Mike had not gotten an eyeful before, he was getting it now.
"I saw you sitting here alone. May I join you?"
In a fleeting glance she caught sight of his naked lower body. Her eyes sparkled examining his muscular legs and his penis. She fluttered her lashes, breaking her concentration. Subconsciously she had thought of her husband and compared him to the youngster.
She did not answer his question, and Mike dropped down on his knees before her. She saw him slyly gawk at her titties where they pushed out of the small halter.
"No, I don't mind, but I was just about to go in for a swim." It was a flimsy excuse to get away from him, but the best she could think of. She had not really wanted to go in that awful cold water; all she wanted was a tan and serenity.
"Don't think I've ever seen you around before," Mike said, visually exploring the pout of her femininity swelling out against the crotch of her briefs. He figured that the sun was making her a little horny; everybody knew that was why all these chicks came down to the beach. Shit, they did not really care about the sun. Women were natural – born exhibitionists, especially the younger ones. They wanted some guy to look at their pussies and tell them how pretty they were. The best way to do that was to get half – naked, or naked.
Alice was a bit old but if she was feeling her oats, he might get lucky. She was the kind of woman you wanted to take a lot of time with, to tease her because she thought she was hot shit. He could see that the bitch cared a lot about herself. Her tan was too dark, which meant she enjoyed showing off her voluptuous body. She had too much of everything. The Coke – bottle shape, the big tits, a seductress in the disguise of a sexbomb! Whenever he saw an older woman prancing around and trying to be young again, he made a beeline for her. Most fellas saw them as being unapproachable… but he saw it as the woman having a pussy so hot that she had to show everybody. Her only defense against getting raped was to show the cold, unapproachable front. Not only that, but the more they said no, the harder his cock got. He did not mind proving to a bitch his reasons for wanting to fuck her – she at least deserved that much, considering the fuck he was going to give her.
"No, I've never been here before. In fact, I didn't know it was a private beach," she said annoyed, noticing he was taking full advantage of his position. He was looking straight up between her legs.
"Yeah. It's beautiful, isn't it? A buddy of mine owns the place. You should see the inside of his pad up there on the cliff. It's really fancy and he's got all these psychedelic decorations. During his summer vacation he comes down here and gives parties. I think his old man is a millionaire. Really groovy, huh?"
He was not getting through to her, but he had to warm her up. Then he saw the gold band on her left hand. "Are you married?" He let it slip and his tone was one of disappointment.
"You certainly ask a lot of questions, don't you?"
"Well, are you? How old are you anyway?"
Alice let her face go blank and she sat up straighter. She raised up on her knees and brushed the sand off her arms. She dropped her head to one side and snarled her nose in the snobbish, typical suburbanite fashion; one that is used to getting rid of cockhounds. The whole gesture made him want to screw her all the more. He promised himself if he got that lucky he would make her jump on his dick.
"You should never ask questions of a woman," she said with a husky voice. "Excuse me, but I think I'll go in for a swim. Then I must be going."
She thought about how cold the water would be. But the kid was making her uncomfortable and too self – conscious. It was different – sitting and chatting with a naked male. What would her husband say if he could see her now?
She stood up and immediately pulled the bikini down to cover her fanny. It was nearly impossible, she realized, now that the boy was there gawking at her.
"Well, listen," – time was running out for his play – "why don't you give me your phone number? Or better yet, stick around for a while if you have no place to go."
"No thank you," she replied, as coldly as she knew how. "You see, I do have some place to go."
"Well, whatever's right – " He looked down at her openly now, wanting her to see how much he wanted to fuck her. His hands absentmindedly scratched his penis; it moved and wiggled about. Their eyes locked. She looked away toward the horizon.
She took her first step with weakening knees, knowing how much there was of her exposed to his scrutinizing stare.
Mike looked at the bikini cutting into her fleshy, juicy, deeply tanned thighs. Her buttocks were practically spilling out of the bottom and quivering like mad. After she had adjusted her bottoms over her ass for the first time, she made no further attempt to keep it from pulling up again. Now the back of her bikini had risen over her cheeks and pulled up into her crack! He could see where she bad changed bathing suits. The tender whiteness of her cottontail outlined her ass. That made it all the more exciting, knowing that at first she had been afraid to reveal very much of her ass. Then as she must have gotten hornier, she became more daring, and adorned herself with the shoestring bikini.
His penis thudded against his leg.
She turned and looked down at him as if asking, "Have you gotten your eyeful yet?" No matter how frightened she may be, she knew she had a fabulous body.
"Well… see you later." He lay back on his elbow and watched Alice tiptoe through the burning sand, moving around the group of kids near the water. A couple of the cats sat up and took notice, and a lot of heads turned, following Alice into the surf.
Yeah, yeah! He had to try at the pretty pussy once again. He was going to sit right there and get himself together. There must be a way of keeping her here.
He was still there, lying beside Alice's beach bag and towel, when she came out of the surf. "Did you enjoy your swim? Pretty cold, wasn't it?" he asked, flat on his back, looking up at her, his legs crossed, his penis as stiff as a board and pointing skyward. She saw it in a series of flashes, wanting to, and not wanting to.
Alice thought: "Oh, I know what you are after, youngster. You are very nice, but not today. Besides, kid, you don't really expect me to take on a cock like yours, do you? Let me get the hell out of here because there's no telling what these hippie kids will do!"
She quickly began to gather up her things.
A smile crossed Mike's face. He was digging her reactions. She pretended to be a little shy because of her paper – thin bikini was soaked. It was – not concealing anything now and he could see her cunthairs.
She started to leave. "Well, good – bye."
He leaped to his feet and caught up with her. "Say, listen, why don't you stick around and join the party? We're all good people, and you're very welcome."
She walked just a little a head of Mike – her ass shaking violently, outlined dearly by the saturated bikini. She looked back and resented his admiring her luscious body.
"No thank you."
They reached the top of the hill and the beach house was to their right. It was at this point he had planned to stop her and talk her into having a drink with him. But Alice was not giving him time to make a pitch. She was at her car before he could catch up with her.
"I really do have to go now. Some other time maybe…"
"Tomorrow?"
She stared him straight in the eyes. "I can't say about tomorrow." She removed his hand from the car door and opened it.
"Why can't you?"
"Listen, I'm trying to be nice. I'm a married woman and I don't think my husband would like it. Would you like for your wife to – "
"Bring your husband along. I just want to get to know you."
She sincerely wanted to believe what he said. "No, I'm sorry." She climbed in and tried not to see him.
Mike leaned over and peered down at her breasts. The halter was wet and her tits were so big that they overpowered him. "Hey, look, if you change your mind, come down tomorrow morning. Ill be here. I don't have a girl and I'm here alone."
Alice rudely drove off.
Alice arrived home before her husband. She showered and put on comfortable jeans and a tee shirt. It was not exactly the most glamorous way to greet your husband at the door.
"Hi dear, how did it go today?"
"What's for dinner, Alice?"
The dinner was eaten in silence. George knew there was something about Alice tonight but he was exhausted. It was best to let her go off into her little mind once in a while.
"Oh, by the way, did you make up your mind about going to Fitz's for the weekend?" she asked. "I promised to give him our answer by tomorrow. I heard it was going to be quite nice. What shall I tell him?"
"Oh, I don't think so. Maybe you should go without me."
"That is definitely out, thank you. I'd rather stay home." She got up from the table and began clearing away the dishes.
"Gawdammit, Alice! Aren't you wearing your jeans a little too tight?"
"They are very comfortable' while doing housework. And since when did you start to notice? I didn't think you gave a damn."
"Comfort is one thing but I don't want you showing off your ass!"
"I hear it turns real men on." She was going to wash the dishes, but the hell with it. She would do them in the morning. What she needed was some grass or a drink. She left the kitchen and went out into the living room. George followed behind, bewildered.
"Hey, what's the matter, honey? Did I upset you?"
She flopped down on the couch. "When don't you upset me? I'm bored to tears, that's what!"
"Bored? Hell, you have everything. I don't understand it. Hell, a man works his nuts off trying to pamper a woman and all she does is complain about how little attention is paid to her soppy cunt – hole. How do you think I pay for this house? I'm getting pretty fed up with your whining like a damn child. You don't appreciate a damn thing I do."
"Ohhhh, fuck off. Who the hell do you think you are? I have my own money, you bum. All I have to do is ask Mother and she would give me enough to live very well, certainly better than in this dreary mausoleum."
"Oh, look, honey, let's talk this thing over, huh?"
He moved to touch her and she got up and turned on the television. "Here's your seven o'clock news report. You 'don't want to miss that, I know," she said sarcastically.
"Don't be that way, Alice. What's bugging you?" His heart rushed into his throat at the sight of her breasts quivering underneath her tee shirt. He had known what a nymphomaniac Alice was before he married her. She had always been in a state of unquenchable sexual hunger.
His penis was getting hard and he wanted to at least rub it against her body. He tried to embrace her. Alice stood perfectly still. He grabbed for her tits as he had been wanting to do all evening.
"Why don't we go up to bed early before the kids get home?"
"No, I don't think so… not tonight."
"What's so different about tonight?" He played between her legs and teased her clitoris. No reaction. She was cold as ice cubes.
"I'm not kidding." She pulled her pussy away from him. He snatched her closer and took a firm hold, grasping her tits and churning them around.
"Please don't," she said weakly, twisting away from him.
This time he tried to go down inside the front of her jeans. Alice bolted with trembling legs and squatted so he could not. They struggled and soon he had torn off her blouse. Her breasts were like hot, tasty peaches mixed with whipped cream. They rose up, impatient to be tongued. She put her arms around his neck and pulled his head down toward her tits. He began to chew her nipples, then lick under them, just where the softness swelled heaviest.
He licked faster as Alice panted heavily. She cried out so loudly that he thought she was going to disturb the neighbors. Her thighs gapped open when his lips reached her navel.
"I hate these damn pants! I don't see why women have to wear them," he grumbled as the tried to get them down. Once they were off he pulled her down to the floor. Her pussy was exposed to him now, pouting, parting, moist with her building passion. He wanted to kiss her cunt but he would save that for last.
He turned her over and kissed the bend of her knees. He licked all the way down to her trim ankles. He pulled one foot up to his mouth and lapped in between her toes. He wanted to make sure she was good and hot so he could drive a stiff cock into her.
From her toes he licked up along her legs until he reached the backs of her thighs. He saw her beautifully formed buttocks, shaking and distorting into mounds of hilly, feathery softness. He slowly extended his tongue downward to draw out all the fire stored in his wife's volcano. He began to chew her flesh and went lower into her valley.
Suddenly Alice revolted and tried to push him away. He was stronger and held her down. He went on kissing her, while forcing her legs to a spread – eagle position. He chewed on her clitoris and made it stand stiff as any cock. He was slowly hypnotizing himself, psyching himself up to give this beautiful witch the grandest time ever.
She angrily wrestled free and folded her arms defiantly. "Now.., what about Fitz's party?" she asked in a tone of finality. "Do you want to go or not?"