Donna Allen - Five-way family

"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.