"Five-way family" - читать интересную книгу автора (Allen Donna)

CHAPTER EIGHT

When Mabel announced that her father was coming for the weekend, Alison was happy. She'd known the old man for years and had always liked him. Charlie was the kind of man who always had a pocketful of candy and gum for children and did a variety of magic tricks that had always intrigued her.

Now she was grown up and she wondered if they would still get along well. She hadn't seen him in years and a person could never tell. He might be a creaky old man now.

The day of his arrival came and Mabel made a big dinner with all of Charlie's favorite foods. The whole family spent the evening talking about the old days and playing funny card games.

The next day Luke and Mabel went out and left the boys and Alison alone with her father. "You amuse him," she said, to Alison. "Luke and I have to check on some property on the other side of town."

Alison didn't mind spending the day, with the old man. She didn't even mind when the boys ran out to play ball. She and Charlie went into the den and chatted for hours. Then she made lunch and they returned to the den to talk.

Charlie told a few harmless jokes. She giggled and patted his hand and he grew bolder and told a few dirty jokes. Alison enjoyed it. If it amused the old man to shock her, it was okay.

After the first few jokes, he told her a story about a friend of his and for emphasis grabbed her hand and rubbed his thumb over her palm.

"Excuse me, honey," he said, dropping her hand. "I didn't mean to get carried away."

"That's okay, Charlie," she said.

"You turned out to be such a pretty girl," he said, peering at her over his glasses. "So nice and tall."

"I've always thought I was a little too tall," she said.

"Ain't no such animal," he said. "I always liked a tall drink of water myself."

He chuckled as he licked his lips and continued telling her about the old days when he'd. been a bootlegger during the depression. She took a deep breath and pulled her feet up on the sofa, conscious of how her tits poked against her tee-shirt when she exhaled.

She realized then she wanted old Charlie to find her attractive. She knew it was crazy, but somehow admiration coming from a man like Charlie, who had known dozens of woman in his time, meant a lot to her.

Mabel's mother had been dead for years and Charlie had never remarried. Alison wondered what he did for sex. If anything. Now that he was older, he probably just had his dreams. But surely when he was younger he'd been sexually active. He still had a glint in his eye that told her he appreciated a good pair of tits.

Her nipples throbbed against the thin material of her tee-shirt and she wondered if Charlie noticed them. She glanced down at her tits and met Charlie's eyes. He'd been staring at her stiffened nipples and she blushed at the realization.

"You can't blame an old man for dreaming, can you?" he chuckled.

His eyes were trained on her tits and Alison smiled self-consciously. The intensity of his eyes had an effect on her that made her squirm on the sofa-cushion. It was almost physical, as if he were stroking her boobs and her nipples responded by stiffening even further.

She tried to breathe less deeply, aware that her boobs were pressing tautly against her tee shirt. Once again she met Charlie's eyes and he grinned, stabbing his tongue over his lower lip in an obscene way.

"Did you bring me candy and gum like you used to do?" she said, a feeling of confusion flooding her.

"You're a big girl now," Charlie said and when she gazed at the bulge in his crotch she knew he was right.

Their eyes met again and an electric current seemed to pass between them. Alison licked her suddenly dry lips, and tried to avert her gaze.

"Would you like to play cards or something?" she said.

"I'd rather the or something," he said.

He shifted around on the sofa and draped his arm on the back near Alison's long dark hair. He caught a wisp of hair between his fingers and she shivered slightly at the sensual feeling.

Breathing deeply, she wondered when the boys would return. There was a feeling in the air that she didn't understand and which therefore made her uncomfortable.

She nervously slid her tongue-tip back and forth over her lower lips, a habit she had when she felt jittery. Charlie laughed when he saw it and stuck his own tongue out in the same gesture he'd made before.

He dropped his arm and his fingers grazed her shoulders. She flinched as another electric like current shot through her. Almost in a trance, she moved closer to him on the seat and closed her eyes as he leaned over and brushed his lips over hers.

Her pussy lurched at the feel of his mouth on hers. The heat from his lips penetrated and she automatically opened her mouth. But he pulled back then and stroked her check while he gazed into her eyes.

"Sometimes an old man's dreams come true," he said, caressing her face as if she were still a child.

Her nipples ached and pressed more firmly against her tee-shirt. She took a deep breath as he pressed his thigh against hers. Shivering, she closed her eyes and once again he brushed his lips over her, but this time he just barely ran the tip of his tongue over the corner of her mouth.

She heard someone moan and realized it was herself. His eyes looked glazed when she finally opened her eyes and looked at him. He bent down and planted his lips on her neck and she leaned back against the sofa and moaned again. He nibbled lightly on her neck and throat and earlobe and she folded her hands in her lap and breathed rapidly.

"I wonder when the boys are coming back?" he whispered softly, the meaning of his words clear to them both.

"I don't know," Alison said, her voice husky with excitement.

He rose up and took her hand and the hot cunted teenager stumbled to, her feet and followed him upstairs and into his bedroom.

Once inside she stood in the middle of the room with her hands at her sides and waited for him to make the first move.

"Sit down, child," he said, urging her toward the bed.

She sat down on the edge and Charlie held her hand while he lightly caressed her throbbing tits. "You've got gorgeous knockers," he said.

"I'm glad you think so," she said hoarsely. "I never could resist a big pair of boobs," he said.

He dropped her hand and moved his other hand to her tits. He closed his fingers around both jugs and Alison closed her eyes and sighed as he flicked his thumbs over her nipples.

"Open your eyes and watch," Charlie said. ''I like to see the expression in your eyes."

She met his gaze and he continued stroking and fondling her tits until she thought she'd go made with desire. He realized he was turning her on and she knew now he was deliberately moving slowly in order to tantalize her.

He moved his hand from her tits to the bottom of her tee-shirt and raised it up slowly until it was bunched around her neck. Her tits were naked except for the lacy bra imprisoning them and he stared at them, sucking in his breath and letting out a long wheeze.

He gripped her bra-covered boobs and squeezed hard, leaning down and kissing her lightly on the lips. This time he slid his tongue partway into her mouth and she lay her head back and trembled violently.

He ran his tongue over her lips and the corners of her mouth and down to her throat. Then he pulled her tee-shirt up to her neck and over her head and tossed it to the side of the bed.

Moving slowly and deliberately, he reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Her heart pounded when he drew the flimsy cups off her tits. He cupped his hands under her boobs and gazed down at them, his lips parted and his eyes two narrow slits.

"Gorgeous!" he croaked, leaning down and sucking one of her swaying nipples into his mouth.

He lashed his tongue over the turgid tip and Alison swung her legs up onto the bed and leaned back on her hands. She let her legs fall open while the old man darted his tongue over her nipple.

Her short skirt had slipped up over her knees and he moved one hand aver her crotch. He stroked his fingers back and forth over her slit. It was slimy with cunt-cream and throbbing with passion.

She heard his breathing quicken and her own became ragged as he released one round boob and sucked the other one between his teeth.

"I think I'll get my things off, child," he said, spitting her tit out and rising to his feet.

Alison nodded silently and watched as he stripped his shirt off. He was amazingly well built for a man his age and she shivered when she saw his flat belly and curly mat of hair covering his chest.

She automatically moved her hands to the hook on her skirt and pulled the zipper down. She pushed the garment down the length of her long legs and off her feet. She lay back on the bed, aware of his eyes on her panty-covered cunt.

She let her legs fall open obscenely, aware of the tendrils of dark cunt-muff that peeked out of the tiny crotch of her panties. When he stepped out of his pants, he turned to face her, the bulge in his crotch enormous.

He climbed onto the bed and hovered over her, pulling her juice-drenched panties off her ass. He held the panties in both hands and brought the wet crotch up to his face.

He sniffed it, an expression of pure bliss on his face. She felt her checks turn pink with a combination of embarrassment and lust and when he finally lay the panties to the side he used his fingertips to fluff up her curly cuntbush.

Scrambling out of his shorts, he stretched out on his side next to her and continued slow -ly stroking her pussy-thicket. His prick jutted out and grazed her thigh and Alison was impressed by its size and thickness.

One hand stroking her lust-crazed cunt, he moved his lips to hers and brushed them over her mouth. He stabbed his tongue into her mouth, thrusting in and out with an urgency he hadn't exhibited earlier.

He leaned over and crushed his chest against her tits, his cock pressing hotly into her thigh. He moved slightly and his prick slid between her legs, landing on the parted lips of her pussy. It rubbed deliciously against her inflamed snatch and she felt her clit stiffen and throb with hot excitement.

He crouched over her until his cock-hair ground down over her cunt-bush. Her breathing became more and more rapid and she knew that soon his cock would be inside her.

Kissing him more fiercely, she wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him. She pushed her body against his, trying to force his dick inside her desperately hungry twat.

"I'm sure glad you're not a prude like your mother," he said.

Alison suddenly felt defensive of her mother. "She can't help it," she said.

He reached down and mashed his prickknob against her sodden pussy-folds. "Don't get mad, child, but your mother had all of us worried. She can do what she wants with her own life, but she was well on her way to making you a dried up old-maid." Charlie chuckled then as he gazed down at her swamp like cunt. "But there's no fear of that, is there, child? You're a hot number, like your Aunt Mabel. She's not your blood relative, but you're a lot like my girl. Hot and wet and always ready for a good hard fuck."

Alison wondered how he knew about Mabel's sex life. Her thighs quivered and she pulled Charlie closer to her, finally realizing that Mabel and her father had probably fucked together before Mabel's marriage.

Throwing one thigh over his hips, she pulled his prick more firmly against her snatch. His cockhead slid around her cunt-flesh, until he directed it over her slick clit. "Let's not talk now!" she hissed.

Holding his dick against her hot pussy, he leaned down and once again sucked one of her round pink-tipped tits into his mouth. She held his head, aware suddenly of his thick salt and pepper hair.

She twisted her ass, moving up and down slightly and squeezing her thighs around his fuckpole. Hot currents of excitement shot from her tits to her cunt and back again. She loved the way Charlie made love to her. He moved more slowly than Luke had and much slower than Brian. She decided that men became better lovers the older they got. Lord, there was so much to learn about men!

Now Charlie climbed between her legs and held her thighs far apart. He grunted loudly and sank his face down over her cunt. He pressed it back and forth the lush swamp of her pussy and his tongue snaked out and teased her overheated meat.

She shivered and gasped and gyrated her hips as his fingers dug into her silken thighs. He rooted his tongue inside her tight inner cunt-.flaps and she caught his head between her hot thighs.

"Oh, Charlie, that feels wonderful!" she breathed.

He grunted and finally sat back on his heels, surveying her succulent pussy. "I'd like to fuck your little asshole, child," he said.

"What?" she gasped.

"I promise I won't hurt you," he said.

"Oh, no, Charlie!" she said. "Oh, no, you can't!'' "I think you'll change your mind," he grinned, bending down and. closing his talented lips over one of her boobs.

He sucked hard on her pink nipple, biting lightly and holding her other tit in his free hand. She tightened her thighs around his body and thought about what he'd said. The idea of having his big prick in her asshole terrified her. She hadn't believed people really did things like that and here Charlie was suggesting he do it to her.

Suddenly she felt his hand on her cunt and she mindlessly squeezed her tits when he snaked two fingers into her pussy-hole. He thrust then in and out like a tiny cock, his thumb firmly caressing her clit.

She began the exquisite journey toward a climax when he suddenly pushed her over onto her belly. She gasped when she felt his cock plunge into her pussy from behind. She fell forward on the bed, hugging the pillow to her tits and waiting for the hard thrusting to begin.

But he left his dick imbedded in her cunt and whispered in her ear. "Let me fuck your asshole, child," he said.

"Oh, Charlie, no!"

"It'll feel so good," he said soothingly.

He stroked his prick back and forth in her overheated snatch and the horny brunette felt totally confused. She began hi speak, but he pulled his cock out of her cunt and held it against her butt-crease.

"What are you doing?" she hissed. "Don't do it! Don't, Charlie!"

"Give it a chance, child," he murmured.

"If it hurts we'll stop."

She held her breath and pressed her cheek into the pillow as his prick lodged inside her asscrack. She felt him hunting for her tiny shit-chute and gasped when he pressed his cockhead against the puckered hole.

Holding her breath, she tensed up and tried to lock her bung, but he kept murmuring for her to try it and she finally relaxed her asshole muscle.

He held her asscheeks with one hand, pulling them apart and wedging his cockhead inside her hair-rimmed hole. She sucked in her breath when his cock-knob squeezed inside, the intensity of the pain almost causing her to faint.

She cried out, shrieking for him to take it out, but he continued on his savage journey and in a moment his entire fuckpole was deep inside her shitter.

She pounded the mattress with her fists, certain that he'd torn her delicate membranes. But then incredibly the pain dissipated and she felt the most wonderful sensations in her cunt and ass.

"I'll just start fucking now, okay?" Charlie murmured.

"Oh, Charlie!" she breathed.

"I told you it was good," he chuckled as his prick stirred inside her.

She rotated her ass as he began thrusting in and out of her shifter. He pulled out until only his huge cockhead remained in her bung and then surged in again with a brutality that rattled her teeth.

But the more aggressive he was the more turned-on she became and soon she was ramming her ass back to meet his strokes. He fucked her hard and deep and she lost herself in the exquisite sensations that filled her body from head to toe.

When she came, it was the most intense orgasm she ever experienced. She tossed her head from side to side and babbled incoherently as he continued thrusting savagely in and out of her butt-hole.

He moved one hand around and rubbed her clit while he fucked her asshole and the teenager went crazy. She came twice before he shot off, filling her bowels with his thick jism.

When he was through she fell asleep in his arms, and when she awakened she begged him to do it again.