I was twenty years old and on my way back to my second tour of duty in Vietnam. It was 1969, and as a sergeant, I knew my job would be to lead the search and destroy patrols I'd become so familiar with during my first tour there a year ago. Yes, I know: No one forced me to remain in the army after my initial enlistment ended. But I liked the army, and decided to make it a career. So I understood when I received orders sending me from a post in Texas to Da Nang.
As usual, however, the army in the late 1960s was not as organized as it should have been. My orders directed me to travel from Texas to San Francisco for transport by plane to Vietnam. I knew the drill and arrived the day before my departure date, ready to head back to the jungle and tropical temperatures. But that's not how matters transpired. As soon as I checked into the personnel depot, I was told my orders were wrong and that I'd have to wait a week before I could travel. "Sorry, Sarge," A clerk informed me. "You can stay here and do whatever you want: just be ready to deploy a week from today."
So, with nothing else to do, I stored my equipment in my room and went about the business of seeing the sights of San Francisco. Unlike most of my army buddies, I enjoyed going to art museums, the symphony, and enjoying the arts. But liking those particular activities also meant I would spend much of my time before my departure alone. Okay, no problem, I told myself. I'm sure I'll enjoy the solitude. And so, for the first two days, I roamed San Francisco and enjoyed the various art galleries and museums.
But I'm also a man and have certain needs I knew might or might not be met once I arrived "in county," as we often called Vietnam. I recalled from my first tour of duty how finding pussy could result in anything from contracting some form of venereal disease or just not getting laid at all. I mean, let's face it: With hundreds of thousands of soldiers, sailors, marines, and air men, the chances of getting syphilis, gonorrhea, or any other nasty form of sexually transmitted disease were always in my favor. And that was not something I wanted to even risk having.
So the obvious move was for me to try and find a woman who might be willing to let me slip my cock between her pussy lips before I left for Vietnam. But who? I asked myself. I mean, I didn't know anyone in San Francisco, so I was at a loss as to how I'd satisfy my sexual cravings before shipping out. That is, until I was walking the streets early one evening and came upon an establishment that catered to men and their need for sex. You guessed it: I came upon a bordello. Still wearing my uniform, I entered the glass door and ascended the steps leading upstairs to the parlor.
Back in Oklahoma, we had what my mom always called "whore houses." Those were the homes located in a certain part of town where men went to get laid, but only during the hours of darkness. No one wanted to be seen going in or out of a whore house, at least not in my hometown, anyway. I knew some guys who frequented the establishment, but I never went there. I just figured it was too expensive and besides, I knew that as soon as I set my foot inside one of those houses of ill repute that my mom would know about it in a minute. That's how small my hometown is. But there was no one here now to stop me and certainly no one I knew who could whisper behind my back that I'd paid to have sex. So as I made my way up the stairs, I decided that since I was defending my nation, I had the right to do whatever it was I wanted. Besides, I'm a grown man, I said to myself.
I entered a somewhat dimly lit parlor that seemed as if it had come directly from the Victorian Age. Large, overstuffed chairs lined the walls, thick, heavy drapes covered the windows, and the carpet had some kind of design that seemed oriental in nature. Each chair was filled with a body - a female body, of course - each staring at me now hungrily, wanting me to choose them as my sexual companion for the next hour or so. The women presented a wide variety of ranges in height, body build, tit size, ass width, and so on. Sitting at the end of the wall, this brown-haired woman was dressed in nothing more than a flimsy, pink-colored negligée, her average size tits and nipples clearly visible. Her face was okay, I suppose, but I'd seen prettier girls back home who didn't have to work so hard at being attractive. Still, her long legs drew my attention, and I found myself attracted to their length and shape, flowing to the floor where her feet sat encased in two inch high heels.
Beside the first prostitute sat another woman, probably in her late twenties, also staring at me, but dressed differently. Something made of leather seemed to cover her upper body, and below her waist, two legs wrapped in black stockings caught my eye, along with the black, three inch stiletto heels she wore. But to be honest, something I couldn't put my finger on convinced me she wouldn't be the one to take my money that night. Still, I did always enjoy a woman who wore stockings and heels to bed while we fucked.
I went on down the line, appraising each hooker one by one until I came to a large, wooden desk where I saw an older woman - the Madame, I presumed - smiling at me with a huge grin. She rose from the desk, and made her way to me. Dressed in a long black, silk robe that just covered her feet as she walked, it was obvious that the Madame had had her day as a hooker as well. Now that she stood beside me, I was able to appraise Alice's body and demeanor. Her hair was vivid red, so red, in fact that it was of a shade I'd never seen before. A long, thick curl descended down each side of her head and framed her face, her cheek bones set high in her face, her eyes the most riveting characteristic of what people saw. Her nose was almost equine in nature: not really short and stubby, but not long and pointed, either. Her brilliantly white teeth were set back from two lips covered with thick, red lipstick, and her chin gave her an air of superiority. There was no mistaking who was in charge here, and that was the woman now standing in front of me and taking my right hand in hers.
For a quick, silent moment, the woman stared at me, certainly using her experience to decide what it was I would want from one of her girls. But while she appraised me, I did the same to her, a skill I'd picked up in the jungles of Vietnam where making quick decisions could mean the difference between life and death. It was not hard to see that the Madame's tits were massive under the robe. Although I didn't detect any trace of her nipples - and believe me, I tried - it was not hard to see that this older woman's titties filled a good amount of space under the black silk robe. I assumed her waistline was slim as well, probably from burning calorie after calorie while fucking in her youth. I heard the faint click-click-click of her stiletto heels as she made her way across the tiled floor to greet me where I stood. As my hand slipped into hers, I sensed that this night would be special. Or, maybe, I just hoped it would be that way.
"Hello, soldier," the Madame said, extending her right hand and taking mine in her fingers. I informed her my name was Steve: I had no problem using my real name because, as I said, I knew no one in San Francisco and besides, I'd be gone in four days, anyway. Her skin was aged, and I quickly estimated her age to be at least fifty. Yet, her touch was soft and kind and I felt myself being drawn into this woman's deep, dark, chocolate brown eyes. "Welcome to Alice's House of Comfort, Steve," she said, releasing my hand and turning me again to face the lineup of hookers who eagerly awaited my decision as to which one I wanted to fuck. Getting right to business - I mean, it was obvious why I was here, wasn't it? - Alice introduced each of her girls one-by-one, explaining how each girl was special and what her specific talents were. There was Rose, the first woman I saw, who Alice explained, "Is new to this game, but oh so eager to please her guests." The woman dressed in black stockings and a leather bustier was named Sally, and as Alice described, "Will make you leave here feeling bad about yourself." When I turned to face Alice after that last comment, the old woman simply smiled at me and winked, and her meaning became crystal clear. Sally was into the sadomasochism world and, I suppose, beat the shit out of men who wanted to feel humiliated by a woman. While Sally was the only hooker wearing stockings and heels, I decided I had no desire to arrive in Vietnam with bruises located on various parts of my body.
Alice went on down the line, escorting me from one hooker to another, her arm hooked in mine, describing each girl's special talents. Walking behind her, I found myself actually appraising Alice's ass from the rear, noticing how the semi-wide ass cheeks pressed tightly against the luxurious silk fabric. Every other step, Alice's silver-colored high heels came into view, the quick glance showing me that even her ankles were as tanned as her upper body. To be honest, I only half heard the words Alice was using to describe her sexual employees, so by the time we arrived at the end of the row, I was stimulated, yes, but also confused. I had no idea which woman to choose for the sex I craved because each of these ladies of the evening offered a specific sexual skill or talent, or they wore a particular item of dress that always caused my cock to grow hard in an instant. The problem was that not one of the hookers possessed all the talents or sexual stimulants I craved in women. There were just too many different women offering single talents.
Turning to me, Alice smiled and said, "Okay, Steve, which of my lovely ladies shall we hire for your entertainment tonight?" Alice's high heels increased her height to the point that she could stare directly into my eyes, a decision made that was more business related than for anything sexual. Locking her eyes on a potential client allowed Alice to quickly discern whether or not the client was sincere in his desire to hire a woman for a specified amount of time, or whether he was in Alice's business simply to "window shop." With me, as you know, I was there to conduct business.
"Well, geez, Alice, I just don't know" I said as I swiveled my head from side to side, still unable to make up my mind. Yes, I was only days away from traveling back to Vietnam and facing what might be a year's length drought of pussy. But I've never been one to make hasty decisions. Quick decisions, yes, because being in combat requires thinking as quickly and as smartly as possible to save your life and those of others. But I wasn't being shot at right now and I felt no pressure to make a quick decision as to who I would fuck. For the next five minutes, Alice remained patient with me, once more describing each hooker's talents. When I was still undecided, Alice offered a possible solution.
"Steve, this happens all the time," she said, explaining how she understood a man's sexual desires sometimes clouded his ability to make fast decisions. "I've been running this house since I was twenty-five years old and I've seen it all in the thirty-five years I've been in business. Men come in here and they just can't decide who to select. As a military man, it doesn't surprise me that you require certain talents or physical traits in the women you desire." Staring deeply into my eyes, Alice said, "I think I can help you, however." Taking me by the hand again, Alice led me to her office, a low-lit, two-part room with an office desk and chairs on one side of the room and an expansive, brass bed on the other. Sitting at the desk, Alice asked me to describe one thing that pleased me about each of the girls she'd offered me. I quickly ran down the list: big tits, long legs, stockings and heels, and, I said, red-faced, a wide ass. When Alice smiled and asked if there was anything else I desired in a woman, Alice smiled when I told her each of her girls seemed too young for me. It wasn't that I needed them to be my age, I said, but the girls still waiting in the hallway just seemed like they were too young, I said.
Alice leaned forward from her seat behind the desk and made me what I thought was an unusual but interesting offer. "I think I have the perfect girl for you, Steve," Alice said, leaning forward even more to display that great line of cleavage. "Let me choose your partner: It's someone who wasn't in the lineup. I guarantee you won't be disappointed but in the end, if you're not satisfied with how we treat you here, I'll find a way to make it up to you." When I agreed, Alice stood, took me by the hand and rather than lead me to a room down the hall, she instead took me to the large bed located on the other side of the room. "Go ahead and get undressed," she said. "Your date will be here momentarily." Just before leaving the room, Alice lifted herself to her toes, kissed my cheek and smiled. Pointing to the single door, Alice said, "You have no idea what awaits you, baby." I followed her instructions and waited, naked upon the bed, eager now to see just who the mystery hooker would be. If she's a combination of everything I desire sexually in a woman, I said to myself, then perhaps I am in for a memorable night, indeed.
While I waited, a comment Alice had made returned to me. I recalled that she'd stated she'd owned this whore house since she was twenty-five years old and had been in business for thirty-five years. That made her at least sixty years of age, perhaps sixty-one. Sure, Alice appeared a little rough around the edges, but when I gave her fair consideration, I had to admit that for a woman her age, Alice really was beautiful. "I guess she has to be if her business is selling pussy," I said to myself.
A moment later, the door opened to reveal one of the prostitutes I'd already viewed but had declined the services of. "Hi, Steve, You may remember me," she said, as she approached the bed with a brass pan dilled with warm water. Alice asked that I come and prepare you for your encounter," she said as she lifted a sponge from the water and began to cleanse my chest, my arms, and my thighs. I noticed that Amanda's eyes were focused on my cock, and because she is employed in the sex business, I wasn't really surprised when she grasped my semi-hard cock and began to massage my hardening shaft with the sponge. "Alice always has us do this before anyone gets what they paid for," Amanda informed me. "That's why we're the best house on San Francisco, Steve." Clean now, Amanda swabbed my body with a soft towel, leaving me naked upon the bed with a hard cock a few moments later.
By now, my cock was hard and I was ready for action. I wasn't necessarily in a rush, but I was eager to see which hooker Alice had chosen for me. I guessed she was doing some rearranging: having whichever girl she chose for me to arrive wearing sexy lingerie, stockings, and heels, but also offering at least one or two of the physical characteristics I enjoyed in a woman. I expected my date to arrive with big tits, long legs, stockings, and heels. I wasn't sure about the experience level Alice's employee would offer, but that didn't really matter, I decided. I mean, my cock has no idea what a woman's age is. Nor does it care. All I wanted was for whoever Alice was sending to arrive. And soon.
I can't really tell you whether or not I was surprised when Alice entered the room. She was still dressed in the long, flowing black robe and the same silver-colored, strappy high heels covered her feet. Her eyes were focused intently on me, never wavering left or right as she closed the distance between the door and the bed. For a long moment, Alice stood by the bedside and stared down at me, her chest heaving as if she'd been exercising in the short time she'd been gone. She allowed her eyes to ravel the length of my naked body, taking in the details of my form, stopping to linger at the sight of my hard cock. Amanda departed and the room returned to quiet as I waited for my "date" to arrive.
And that was when Alice entered the room. I detected the scent of her perfume now, stronger, most likely reapplied during her absence. Looking down at me, Alice smiled and without saying a word, began the process of unbuttoning the silk robe. Moving from top to bottom, as each button became unclasped, increasing amounts of Alice's body came into view. First, there was the base of her long, graceful neck. Next came the cleavage I'd only gotten a glimpse of because of the way the robe had hugged her body while she introduced her staff to me. It seemed as if the divide between Alice's tits would go on for miles, the first few inches making a deep cut between what was quickly becoming clear to me were going to be two massive-sized tits. The next button opened, more cleavage, then, the sight of her tits, now clearly visible as two great-sized appendages hanging from her chest. I was able to see only the inner curvature of Alice's melons, but even then, the width and circumference of each titty seemed amazing to me. A voice echoed in my head as my hand stroked my now rock hard cock: "Careful, Steve," it said. "You don't want to come accidently." Alice's eyes were glued to mine now, certainly watching me for a reaction, looking to see if I was disappointed that I'd discovered my sex partner would be her, an older woman, the Madame of Alice's House of Comfort.
I certainly was not a virgin, but at age twenty, my sexual experiences weren't really anything to brag about. Before this night, all the women I'd fucked had been very close to my age, give or take a few months, or, at most, a year older. Never in my life had I been with a woman as old as Alice. As she continued to open each button on the robe and as more and more of her body came into view, I realized that as long as I was willing to accept Alice as the woman I was going to fuck, then I had no problems with the age difference. None at all.
Finally, finally, Alice opened the last button and stood at the edge of the bed with the robe semi-opened. She shifted her gaze from my eyes to my cock, licked her lips, and asked, "I take it you have no problem with me being your entertainment for the next hour or so?" When all I could do was to shake my head sideways to indicate that no, I had no problem with Alice and I spending special time together. I was on the verge, I believed, of getting not only great sexual service, but I was also on the verge of receiving that service from the very best Alice's House of Comfort could offer. A smile from me was all Alice needed to move on to the next step. And that step was to remove her robe.
Now, I've seen naked women before and I was certainly no virgin by the time I found myself here in Alice's whore house. But never had I ever seen or been this close to an older woman who possessed the body of a woman many, many years younger than she appeared. Standing by the bedside, Alice's deeply tanned body showed no traces of wearing a swimsuit when she went outdoors. No tan lines, no light and dark areas contrasting with each other, nothing to show me that Alice did anything but to sunbathe in the nude. Each of her huge titties pointed at me, although there was no sag evident in the two substantially-sized tits that lay suspended from the old hooker's chest. Allowing my eyes to scan her body as she'd done with mine, my eyes lingered on Alice's dark cunt bush, the hair thick but yet thin enough to allow me to view her pussy lips. It was her voice that brought me back to reality.
"I take it you approve, Steve?" Alice asked as she crawled onto the bed on my right side. On her knees now, Alice placed her left hand on my bare chest and began to massage the heated skin. Alice's hand gave away the fact that she was aged: The tanned skin seemed rough and leathery at the wrist, but the softness of her fingers soothed my chest. Her red-painted nails slid over my right nipple, and when I inhaled deeply from the stimulation, Alice made sure to repeat the move, placing my nipple between the index and middle finger of her left hand. "Well, it seems I've hit a sore spot, baby," she said as she leaned forward.
Now, usually, a naked woman leaning forward over my body wouldn't be any more erotic than normal. But when Alice leaned forward, her massive tits swung down and out, the thimble-sized nipples pressed against my chest as Alice lowered her mouth toward my highly stimulated nipple. As Alice folded her body into a bent position, she extended her right arm, wrapped the right hand firmly around my cock, and placed the tip of her pointed tongue directly onto my nipple. She was, evidently, wasting no time in getting this ball rolling. Using a talent I'd never seen before, Alice began to stroke my cock while alternately sucking my nipple or flattening it against my chest with the point of her tongue. In an instant, I began to moan, loudly, as erotic sensations burst out from my body at both my cock and my nipple. I extended my right arm and placed it over Alice's left ass cheek, feeling her soft but aged skin in my palm.
Alice continued to suck my nipple for several long seconds while continuing to stroke my cock. I knew that if she continued to fondle my shaft, I'd come very soon. But that's where Alice's experience and professionalism came in. Sensing that I was on the verge of exploding so soon, she quickly removed her mouth from my nipple, released my cock from her strong grasp, and pressed her lipstick-coated mouth against mine. Her long, pointed tongue slid easily into my open mouth and we kissed, deeply and sensuously, while her huge titties continued to press against my naked skin.
It was then that I allowed my right hand to wander about Alice's ass. Sliding my arm forward, I felt my fingers slide toward Alice's ass crack, then into the divide between each cheek, and finally, to the outer fringes of cunt hair that outlined her old pussy. Not surprised at how damp I found her cunt to be, I slowly inserted the tip of the right index finger to the first knuckle, and began to twirl the fingertip inside Alice's pussy.
But Alice had other ideas. After breaking the kiss, she gently removed my hand from her cunt, placed the fingertip between her lips, and sucked the cunt juice from my finger. "There will be time for that later," she said softly. "Much more time later." Leaning over me again, Alice placed her lips against my chest again, rewrapped her right hand around my cock, and began a slow oral descent downward, over my stomach and across my waist while her hand again began to stroke my shaft. Somehow, the urge to come had disappeared, but I knew it would return. Watching the back of Alice's ultra-red haired head as it neared my cock, my heart rate increased in eager anticipation of the moment when Alice would take my cock into her mouth.
And then it happened. Still bent into a folded over position, Alice projected her tongue outward and placed it flat and fully extended against the cock shaft. Never in my life had I seen a tongue the length of Alice's. Surely, her tongue was at least six inches in length, and at least three inches wide. Amazed, I could do nothing more than to watch as Alice pressed her tongue against the shaft, open her mouth, and in one swift downward movement, swallow half the length of my hard, hard cock. It was when she pressed her lips together while her tongue remained fully exposed that I realized the uniqueness of this blowjob. Alice began an up and down motion now, using her tongue to lead the way for her lips, or showing me where her mouth had been but would soon return.
"Fuck, Alice, baby," I moaned, now fully into the realization that it was quite possible the best fuck of my short life might be with this woman who was older than my mother. "Shit, baby, shit!" I moaned, louder now as I began to lift my ass high above the mattress in order to shove as much prick as possible into Alice's willing and hungry mouth. For one brief second, Alice removed her mouth from my cock, leaned forward and kissed me. Before returning to my cock, she placed her right hand against my cheek, and said, "Slow down, baby. There's no need to hurry." Smiling at me, she again placed her mouth over the head of my cock, opened her lips wide, and resumed giving me the best blowjob I've ever had.
For the next five minutes, Alice continued to bathe my cock with her tongue, continued to swallow great and whole lengths of the shaft, and cradled my balls while drawing the entire length of my prick into her mouth. On and on, Alice sucked, making the sounds of someone gagging each time I placed my hand on the back of her head and pushed downward with enough force that Alice's lips made contact with the flesh at the base of my cock. It was when I slipped my hands under her chest and began to cradle her massive left titty in my hand that Alice decided to change positions.
And am I ever glad she did. I hadn't come yet in her mouth, and perhaps that was what the old Madame was trying to prevent because she moved forward with a smile on her face, straddled my body and extended her right hand downward and between her well-tanned legs. Her fingers wrapped semi-tightly around my cock as she bent forward and while pressing her lips to mine, held my cock in a vertical position while lowering her cunt downward. I felt the warm presence of her cunt lips as they circled the cock head, felt the pressure of Alice's weight, and the sudden but pleasurable sensation of my dick sliding between two welcoming pussy lips.
"Ah, yes, there we go," Alice said as she began to lift and drop her cunt, her tits flopping before my face, the extended nipples making contact with my nose, my eyes, and, most importantly, my mouth. "You know what to do with those, don't you baby? "Alice taunted me with a smile and a laugh. I responded by extending my neck upward and sucking the right nipple in to my mouth. "Oh, shit, baby," Alice cooed as I began to alternate between kissing the nipple and sucking it deeper and deeper into my sex-hungry mouth. Alice placed both of her hands on my chest, using the placement for leverage as she began a series of increasingly faster movements now, fully in charge, fucking me rather than me fucking her.
But all my cock knew was the pleasure involved by finding itself buried inside a pussy that was old enough to belong to my grandmother. Opening my eyes, I couldn't believe a woman as old as Alice was riding my cock, but I also couldn't believe the amazing sensations cruising through my body at that moment. Faster now, and as Alice's big tits began to bounce before my face, I could feel an orgasm boiling, feel the first sensations of a sexual eruption brewing in my balls. Leaning forward, the old whore placed her lips upon mine. Alice's tongue slid between my lips and into my mouth and began to snake across my teeth, seeking perhaps the deepest caverns of my oral cavity. As she rode my cock, and as she explored my mouth with her tongue, I would have to say that the manner in which Alice kissed me was almost as erotic as her riding my dick.
Because of her experience, Alice also sensed I was close to coming. "Hold on, baby," she said as she rolled her naked, tanned body to the right. Lying on her back now, and with her head near the foot of the bed, Alice extended both arms, and said, "Come here, baby. Give it to me while I'm on my back." Not wanting to waste a single second of sex with this amazing woman, I propped myself upon my knees, grasped my cock with both hands, and guided the spear-like head of my dick once more through Alice's thick cunt bush. She arched her back to provide me with a few extra inches of space, a few extra inches of room which I used to cram every last millimeter of my hungry cock into Alice's old pussy. "Yes, yes, yes," Alice moaned. "Yes, baby, that's it."
Looking down at Alice while I pumped her cunt, I saw that a fine layer of perspiration now covered her body. Tiny droplets of sweat glistened like small diamonds from her neck, her tits, her stomach and her upper legs. At first, I told myself it was because of Alice's advanced age that was causing her to exert herself to the point where she perspired so profusely. But then, I realized I was wrong. I'm no expert at fucking and Alice certainly has many, many more years experience at fucking than I do, and it was here, as my cock alternately entered then left her old cunt that I knew what was happening: This old Madame was giving me the very best she could offer and it was causing her to perspire. With my eyes seemingly as wide as dinner plates, I switched my vision from watching my cock disappear between Alice's pussy lips to her huge titties as they flowed across her chest like two ripe melons, to her face which was showing the obvious signs of sexual pleasure. And then, back to her cunt taking in every inch of my cock, to repeat the visual journey of her body all over again. And while I drilled Alice, while she lifted her legs and again offered more pussy space than my young cock was used to encountering, it was here again that I felt my orgasm brewing and knew that this time, while Alice remained on her back, I would explode and spew forth a river of come as I never had before.
By now I was pumping Alice's cunt so forcefully that each forward thrust pushed her several inches away from me, her body gradually but slowly moving closer and closer to the foot of the bed. Although she was totally immersed in the sex and completely focused on making sure both she and I enjoyed every last second of this amazing sex session, Alice seemed to not care that I was slowly but surely putting her in a position where she might topple backwards onto the floor. But if she did realize it, she did not seem to care. "Do it, honey," Alice said through slitted lips. "Fucking do it."
And there it was: the old whore's permission to let loose with a stream of come while my cock was buried inside her pussy. With increased effort now, I drove my cock forward, inward, deeply into Alice's hair covered cunt, the shaft burying itself so deeply that the base of my cock actually felt the scratchy, stiff, and kinky quality of Alice's pubic hair. "COME ON, STEVE," Alice screamed now as I felt something strange but unique happening around the shaft of my cock. "COME ON, BABY! COME IN MY PUSSY!" Like a man possessed now, I slammed away at Alice's cunt as I grasped each of her slim ankles in my hands, lifted her feet above my head, and pummeled her pussy harder, harder, and harder.
And it was then that I felt the unique sensation of my cock being squeezed from within Alice's cunt. Somehow, she was able to contract the muscle walls inside her pussy to the point that she could alternate between clamping down on my dick, or releasing it, then repeat the process over again in a series of amazing, never before experienced sexual moves. This was better than having Alice ride my cock. On and on, Alice clinched her cunt lips tight, the muscles clutching tightly around my shaft, then freeing my dick to either slide from the erotic confines of her cunt or to reenter her pussy again in search of the deepest limits her pussy offered. Alice smiled at me when she saw I realized what she was doing. "I'm glad you like that, honey," she said just before once more resuming the sex-induced moans she seemed so good at producing.
By now, not only was the room filled with the sounds of Alice's moans, but also with the sounds of my cries as I inched ever nearer to exploding. Also by now, I'd pushed Alice so far down the bed that her head lay extended over the edge of the bed, a body position that caused her back to arch at an extreme angle, and, which also forced her tits to project upward several inches. It was as if Alice's tits had grown several bra sizes in just a matter of a few moments. Each nipple projected upward, hard, meaty, and begging to be sucked. Seeing what I'd done to Alice, I felt a mean streak developing in me, and with one great forward thrust of my cock, actually pushed Alice over the edge of the bed so that her head and shoulders rested on the carpeted floor, her ass was wedged against the foot of the bed, and her tanned legs extended upward at an almost perfectly vertical angle. This change in bed position forced me to change as well, to the point that I too was hanging over the bed, my hands braced against the sides of Alice's head, the carpet cushioning my weight. My legs remained on the bed as I was now in a horizontal position as my cock continued to slam away at Alice's hairy pussy.
"GOD DAMN, GIVE IT TO ME, STEVE!" Alice moaned as I extended my neck downward and pressed my lips to Alice's nipples. "GIVE ME THAT COCK, YOU BASTARD!" Alice demanded as the first wave of my orgasm began and the initial spurts of hot, sexual crème found their way down my cock shaft and into Alice's sweet, sweet pussy. With my body on an almost perfectly horizontal level, I was able to drive downward into Alice's cunt, a position that certainly added to the intense erotic pleasure I was feeling at the time.
And where Alice wanted my cock, I gave her what she demanded. Each inward and downward cock thrust seemed to bring increased pleasure as I spewed torrent after torrent of come into Alice's pussy. For what seemed like a pleasant eternity, my orgasm went on and on and on. Because she was fucking from an almost upside down position, Alice's huge titties flowed backward, the nipple very close to her lips. When the old Madame saw me staring at her titties, she cupped each sweat-covered globe in her hands, and pushed them toward her mouth. Although she was unable to reach the nipples with her lips, she was still able to place the sharp point of her tongue very near to the brown, round-shaped areole. There was no mistaking the effort Alice was putting into her attempt to please me and to ensure I received my money's worth. As my orgasm began to subside, as my cock began to grow limp, Alice remained in her inverted position until she extended her arms upward, wrapped me in a tight embrace, and guided me down to the floor with her where our perspiration-covered bodies lay in a heap among the bed covers. "Oh, my, oh, my" Alice repeated over and over as she stroked my hair. "Oh, my, indeed."
I expected Alice to remind me that the money I owed for her services covered only a certain amount of time. But ten minutes turned into twenty, then twenty turned into a half hour. Finally, Alice rose and knelt beside me, smiling as she placed her right hand warmly around the shaft of my suddenly awake cock. Without speaking, the old whore drew my cock into her mouth and began to stimulate the shaft once again with the flat of her tongue. In less than a minute, I was completely hard again. But where Alice had used her tongue to awaken my cock, it was her cunt she used to maintain the rock-like stiffness. Just moments after making sure I was ready again, and while we both lay on the floor, Alice mounted me, spread her legs wide as if her ass rested in a saddle mounted on a horse, and rode my cock as if it were the last dick she might ever enjoy.
As she lifted and dropped her ass to ride my cock, Alice suddenly asked, "Are you enjoying this, baby?" At first, I thought, well, that's a strange question. Of course I'm enjoying being fucked by someone I now believed was certainly one of the best sexually talented women in all of San Francisco. I mean, I had come here expecting to have sex with someone closer to my age but had lucked out and discovered the joys of fucking an older woman instead. So how could I not be enjoying myself? I nodded my head in the affirmative, not wanting to allow my body to slip out of the sexual moment.
Strangely, Alice continued to ask questions. Still riding the length of my cock, her tits bobbing up and down, Alice smiled and asked, "Do you think we're doing a good job?" What the hell does that mean, I asked myself, not sure where Alice was going with her line of questioning while riding a hard cock. Again, confused, I simply nodded my head again, wanting to return Alice's focus on the next orgasm.
But it was the sound behind me that informed me where Alice's questions had come from. Craning my neck backwards, I saw at least five of Alice's girls standing just inside the room, each in various stages of dress. One even wore my dress military jacket, high heels, and nothing else. It dawned on me then that when Alice had referred to "this," what she meant was, did I enjoy being watched while she and I fucked. I had to admit that, yes, I did find that I enjoyed being watched by others while the best Madame in San Francisco rode my cock. "Yes, Alice, I do enjoy this," I said. It was then, as I expected the girls standing behind me to simply wait and watch, that Alice extended her right arm and with a flick of her index fingers, ordered her employees to join us. Suddenly, I went from having a sixty-five year old woman riding my cock to having several women - all possessing extreme levels of sexual experience and talents - now hovering over me, licking me, kissing me, kissing each other, and doing many things I'd never imagined possible before I walked into Alice's House of Comfort just a little more than an hour ago. My body was caressed, it was pinched, bitten, it was competed over as each of Alice's girls did her best to convince me that they were better at this business than their peers. And for the next two hours, Alice, the girls, and myself engaged in one amazing sexual act after another.
Eventually, as most good things must do, my time at Alice's house had to come to an end. One by one, the girls left, each having either made sure they rode my cock or sucked it to orgasm. To say my cock was close to resembling raw hamburger would be an understatement. But it would also be an understatement to say I was simply pleased with how my time at Alice's had gone. I was certain I'd visit this special establishment upon my return from Vietnam.
But what happened to Alice, you ask? She sat on the bed and watched me dress. I asked what the cost of the incredible sex session would cost me, and to my surprise, heard Alice say, "Nothing, Steve. You owe me nothing at all." Confused, I opened my wallet but Alice placed her hand over mine and stopped me. "I don't want your money, Steve," she said as tears welled up in her eyes. Not understanding Alice's sudden change in emotion, she explained that her nephew had died in Vietnam only six months before. "He was so young, Steve," the old prostitute explained. "When Marty died, I decided that every soldier or sailor who walked in here seeking sex would receive whatever he wanted free of charge." Alice stared at me for a long, quiet moment before speaking again. "What I want you to do is to come home, uninjured and safe." We stood, and sfter standing on her toes and giving me yet again a passionate, sex-inspired kiss, Alice stared at me and said, "And when you do come home, my house will be here waiting for you. If you still want to visit us, that is."
That was 1969. Alice is gone now, but even in 2017 her legacy lives on. Sabrina, her forty-seven year old daughter by a man who died in Vietnam, welcomes me back to her mother's whore house once a year. And not once since my return from Vietnam in 1970 after another year in combat and a career in the Army has Sabrina charged me. Sometimes, she's my sexual partner, evidently having no problems having sex with a much older man. Sometimes, Sabrina provides her best girl to respond to my sexual desires. But not once has Sabrina charged me for the pleasures I receive when I visit, informing me that her mother made it explicit in her will that I was to come and to go in her house of comfort as I pleased and to never pay a single dime for anything.
Who says veterans aren't rewarded properly for their service?
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