Con Demerest - Her anal perversion

Her blouse was gone now. John had his arms around her, his fingers fumbling with the hooks of her brassiere as he kissed lightly at her eyelids. He got the bra unfastened and pulled the straps off her shoulders and down her arms.

Despite their large size, Alice's bare breasts sagged less than an inch when they were deprived of the supporting cups of her bra. She stood there unashamed and proud while she allowed John to admire her tits with his hands and eyes. Her nipples were hard little berries at the tips of her coral areolas. An involuntary shiver swept through Alice as she watched John's fingers capture the swollen cones of her tumescent nipples. He rolled and tweaked the sensitive tips of her upswept orbs, and his gentle fondling set the nerves connecting her breasts and loins to tingling. "They're all real," John muttered with pleasured surprise. "My God, it's hard to believe… those great big beautiful knockers… on such a tiny woman as you, Alice!"

"Don't you like them?" Alice murmured.

"Hell yes, baby, they're gorgeous!" he exclaimed, and bending his bead, he went from one ripe strawberry nipple to the other, paying oral homage to the tender points of Alice's magnificent breast works.

Yes, John! Lick them! Kiss my boobs and suck my nipples! I love that! she sighed to herself as she buried her fingers in his unruly red hair and guided his mouth over and under and between the lush mounds of her soft, jiggling tits. It's going to be wonderful, having you make love to vie! Oh, Darling, hurry, I can hardly wait to feel your big, hard penis penetrating me!

John's hands weren't idle while his lips and tongue glided over the silky warmth of Alice's sweet smelling breasts. His fingers fumbled at the waistband of her skirt. In his eagerness, he popped a button getting it open. Then he unzipped her and let her skirt drift down of its own weight and settle silently around her stockinged feet.

With a moan, he reluctantly tore himself away from her titties and started kissing his way down the smooth skin of her midsection. He hooked his fingers into the tops of her panties and half slip, tugging down the flimsy undergarments bit by bit and he rained kisses into the cute depression of her navel and washed it thoroughly before he moved lower, leaving a zigzag trail of saliva over her gently rounded belly. The top of her feminine triangle popped into view. John kissed right into the dark, crisp public hair without the slightest hesitation. He tugged her briefs and half slip lowering his lips nipping at the coarse brown curls of her sex hair, his tongue combing through her surprisingly dense foliage. Her wispy under things whispered over the tapering loveliness of her nylon-encased legs as he whisked them down around her trim ankles and urged her to step out of them.

He was kneeling before her now, spreading her legs, caressing her thighs and her nude buttocks as be showered kisses all around her pungent pussy.

"John? Ooooh… oh, what are you going to do? Darling… ohhh… oh, don't… please, John… you mustn't kiss meee… ahhhh… there!"

It was too late. He had spread her thighs enough to make room for his head. He sat on his heels now, directly under her, with his head tilted way back. Alice could see his gentle eyes gazing up at her. She felt his lips pressing possessively over the hairy outer rim of her fluted sex opening, and the tip of his tongue wedging insistently into the moist gap of her softly pouting cuntal lips.

Alice couldn't imagine why such a wholesome looking man as John would want to do such a perverse thing, but she wasn't about to complain now that he'd actually done it. He was kissing right into her cunt, and it felt marvelous! He shot his tongue full into her furry cleft.

"Ohhhhhh! Oh, John! Yes, darling yesss!" she squealed, clasping his head tightly to her groin and shuddering as illicit thrills raced careeningly through her loins.

But John had no intention of sucking her off just yet. He stood up and took her arms, French kissing her without wiping his mouth first, giving her a second-hand taste of her own juicy snatch. She must've liked the flavor of her own cuntal cream, judging by the way she clung to him and sucked his tongue so hungrily.

"Let me undress you, John! The way you did me, Darling!" she panted, and began ripping at his clothes before he'd consented to her breathless request.

She got him out of his shirt and T-shirt in record time, then her trembling hands flew to his belt and began unbuckling it. Excitedly, she unbuttoned his trouser and unzipped his fly. By the time his pants hit the floor, she had his Jockey shorts tugged part way down. The only thing stopping her from reaching her objective was that objective itself. His prick was hard as a steel bar protruding out from his groin, and his briefs were hung upon it, preventing her from pulling them down any more.

Alice stretched the elastic top band of his shorts out from his body, but before she could reach in with her other hand to free the object of her desire, it swung up and slapped against his stomach.

"Oh, John… darling!" she cried, jerking his shorts down his legs with one hand as she grabbed for his cock with the other. "It's beautiful… your dick! And so big! My stars, honey… you're hung like a horse!"

The redhead grinned down at her but said nothing to either encourage or discourage her. He was enjoying Alice's reaction to his cock. The comely widow was a vision of loveliness as she knelt before him clad in only her sheer nylon stockings and frilly garter belt, the delicate features of her pretty face mirroring her inner emotions while she fondled his fat dick with one hand and weighed his heavy, dangling testicles in the palm of the other.

A sense of fearful anticipation washed over Alice. She wanted John badly, but she didn't know if she would be able to take his huge organ. It's sturdy shaft was so thick she couldn't make the ends of her encircling thumb and middle finger touch together around it, and she'd never dreamed a penis could be so long and hard. His balls were the size of pullet eggs inside his wrinkled, coarse-haired scrotum, and they felt so full and heavy.

"I'm afraid, John! I don't think we'll fit together, Darling! Damn it, how I want you… but I'm afraid you'll rupture me!"

He laughed softly. "I'm not all that big, Alice, and you have had two kids. We'll manage fine. I'll be very gentle with you."

Alice nodded. "So big," she sighed, staring right at his mighty member as she timidly drew back his foreskin and bared the rosy red knob of his sleek cockhead. She stroked it up and down, snapping the rubbery hood on and off his taut skinned bulb. Her full red lips pursed with longing. She pulled down the naked head of his dick and kissed it impulsively. Then she moaned and licked her lips. Because of what John might think, Alice held herself in check. She wanted to fellate him so badly she could taste it, but she was scared he would lose respect for her.

"What's the matter, Alice?" he asked, sensing her tenseness.

"Nothing," she lied, but she didn't move. She couldn't. His peter had a hypnotic effect on her. Her mouth watering for it, she remained on her knees, staring, clinging to it with both of her shaking hands now.

"Come on, baby," he insisted, gazing down at the torment in her upturned face. "Something's wrong. Don't be bashful. Tell me!"

"You'll think I'm awful!" she wailed.

"No way," he assured. He took her by the wrists and began pulling her to her feet. "Stand up, Alice. Look at me. Come on, don't avoid my eyes. You're ashamed, aren't you?" "Yes," she whimpered.

"Of what? Of me? Is it me? Is it something I've done?"

"Oh, no, Darling!" she protested. "It's not you. You're wonderful, John. It's me, don't you understand? There's something wrong with me. I want to do something to you… something that's dreadfully perverted and nasty… and I'm afraid of what you'll think of me if I even tell you what is! You'll think I'm a horrible slut! You'll lose respect for me… and I'll just die if you do… because I… oh, John, I love you!"