My First Surrender to Alice: The Teasing Widow Who Broke Me
Alice’s kitchen table. That’s where it started. I was 38, helping her with letters. She sat across, décolleté plunging just right. Smiling like nothing happened. But everything had. A month earlier, our first hug ignited me. Passionate kiss, quick fuck standing. I came too fast, left her hanging. Shame hit hard. She’s ‘old,’ I thought. Friends in public. Yet my cock betrayed me.
Dressed, leaving, lips met again. Erection surged. Her in robe, me clothed. Kitchen chair. Pants down. She impaled herself. Rode hard. Her squirt flooded my thighs. Liters, hot and endless. Fountain woman. Ecstatic horror. I fled, confused.
The Approach
Now, here. She rises for coffee. Brushes me. Smiles. Heart pounds. Palms sweat. Fear mixes with ache in my groin. No turning back. Pen drops. ‘Alice, I can’t take it.’ Her laugh: ‘Me, at my age?’ Gouging kiss. She leads to bedroom.
Nerves electric. She’s 63, petite, heavy tits, curved ass, always chic. Coquettish eyes. My sorceress. Married then, her widow. Wrong. But pulse races. Unknown pulls me.
Bedroom door shuts. She strips slow. Gorgeous lingerie. Levrette over dresser. Grip her hips. Thrust deep. She moans, ‘Michel, you make me cum!’ Natural afterglow. Shower, dress. Back to letters. Trapped.
Months of her games. Premature blasts from her tease. I cut contact. Life laughs. Another ‘friend’ invite. Admin help. Cock throbs like teen. Jerk in her toilet to calm. Resist.
Salon. Waiting mailman. Can’t hold. Whip out cock. ‘Stroke me.’ Expect rough tug. No. Feather touch. Fingers graze shaft, glans. Plume-soft. Agonizing bliss. Twisting on couch. Begging. She pecks lips. Builds slow. Finally grips firm. Cum erupts, ropes on belly. She wipes on my pubes. Doorbell. Chats normal with postman. I adjust, shattered.
The Instant
Softest, intensest pleasure ever. New game unlocked.
Divorce frees me. Visits resume. Phone tease: ‘Shower up, I’ll eat you out.’ Her laugh. ‘Never had that.’ Next morning, summer start. Corsaire white, red tee hugging curves. Coffee, stories, stolen kisses. Crimson with need. ‘Upstairs, or disaster.’ Earrings off, watch. ‘Man undresses woman.’
Tee gone. Red-black bra. Lay her. Kiss everywhere. Unzip corsaire, shoes, stockings. Matching panties. Admire. ‘Old hag?’ ‘Gorgeous lingerie drives me mad.’ Skin caresses. Tits heavy, belly soft, ass firm. Fingers find wet pussy. ‘Not just me excited.’ Bra off, suck nipples. Panties slide. Short brown bush. Dive in.
Soapy fresh, musky intimate. On all fours, head between thighs. Suck swollen clit. She bucks. Kiss her, finger circling. ‘Like it, baby?’ ‘Yes… undress.’ Jeans, tee off. Back to source. Her soft hand teases my cock. Pleasure climbs. ‘Wait, let me make you cum first.’
Lick, suck, hold hips. Volcanic. Groans: ‘So good!’ Swallow her waves. Till calm. Kiss soft. Her hand ventures. Grazes cock. Shock. Teases pubes, chest. Brushes shaft. Balls. Inner thigh. Edging hell. Beg. ‘Alice, please.’ Smile. Light strokes. Near edge—stops. Kiss. Thigh over mine. Silky inner skin slides on cock. Up, down. Small jets cum. Mind-blowing.
Years of her spells. More ‘handjobs’ in her bag. Endless addiction. Now gone. Ache lingers.
