“Allison…..let’s just go.” The young husband shifted nervously. The older woman turned to him, her heavy breasts displayed without a hint of inhibition.
“No,” Allison said. The older woman nodded.
“She knows,” she said to the young man, but her eyes now locked with his tensed wife. “She understands.”
“You said…… I have to prove myself.” Allison’s voice was soft. Slowly, she peeled her gown down her body.
“We don’t interfere,” the older man spoke to the young one, who was silent.
Age hasn’t dulled her instinct, or slowed her quickness. Allison….. well….Allison was inexperienced. She was wholly unprepared.
The hotel room held the brutal sound of her breasts slamming into the younger woman. Allison’s head snapped back. Her mouth was open.
“Fuck,” whispered her husband. The other man simply nodded.
The older woman was breathing hard, but not from exertion, not yet. Her thick nipples rose to rigid peaks. She kept her hands back. The first lesson did not require hands. Twice more, she drove her chest into Allison’s. Twice more, her breasts crushed the younger pair.
Allison staggered, and collapsed. She cradled her chest. Her young husband stared. Her breasts held the marks of impact. She couldn’t meet his eyes, but she could see his erection in his slacks.
The older woman swayed in place, her face cold. She dragged Allison’s head back. The younger woman clutched at the duvet. She whimpered.
“You had the courage to come here,” the older woman purred. Her hand caressed Allison’s bruised breast. It was hot to her touch; it was slightly slick with sweat. She tightened her fingers and Allison moaned. “Do you have more than courage?”
