Nick Eastwood
Ball in the family
CHAPTER ONE
Gloria Wilson slid into bed with her latest lover, still thinking about the day's business receipts. It had been a very successful week at the modeling agency she owned and managed, and she couldn't help imagining the nice effect that was going to have on her bank account.
"Hello, are you, there?" Mel asked.
"Mmmm?" Gloria said.
Mel, a burly, hairy-chest man in his fifties, propped himself on an elbow and gave Gloria a rueful grin. "I had the impression we were here to fuck," he said, "but all I see in your beautiful green eyes are dollar signs."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mel," Gloria sighed. "It's hard for me to leave my business at the office."
"Tell me about it," Mel said. "Well, maybe I can get your mind on something else."
He drew down the covers and eyed Gloria's fantastic naked body. He was one of the few people who knew her real age – forty-eight – but even to him she didn't look a day over thirty, not even with all of her clothes off. She was a tall leggy woman with long thick reddish-brown hair and the kind of figure that makes men stop and stare in the streets. Mel got horny every time he looked at her.
He cupped Gloria's big, heavy, hot tits. They were the size of small watermelons, yet perfectly firm and thrusting. He molded and squeezed the silky throbbing flesh, running his thumbs back and forth over her large cone-shaped red nipples. It excited the hell out of him to play with her huge tits, but it didn't seem to do much for Gloria. She just lay there and let him do it, her mind obviously still at the office.
Okay, he knew something that was sure to get her attention. He glanced down at her glossy bush of auburn curls. The thick triangle covered the whole lower half of her belly. Personally Mel liked big bushes, and Gloria's dense springy muff really turned him on. He moved down till he could press his face into the warm softness. He found them squeaky-clean as usual and smelling of some faint flowery cologne.
He pushed her legs open – wide open, so he could get a good view of her cunt. Everything about her was beautiful, even her naked gash. Mel hungrily eyed the gleaming scarlet flesh and its thick fringe of auburn curls. He crawled between her legs and lay there belly-down, his hot breath fanning her pussy. Still no response from Gloria, who was mentally counting her cash assets. But Mel was about to do something she couldn't ignore.