Blondie is his arm candy at the club!

The valet watched the familiar Ferrari begin to pull down the long driveway. He knew rich old man Dithers's car just from sight and sound. He saw the old man who was beat red, and sweating. The car veered off onto the grass, but Dithers pulled it back as he made an approach.

The old man stopped the car about twenty feet from the valet stand. Which was odd. The young man walked over. "Are you alright sir?"

"OH DEAR LORD!" The old man grunted, his face wincing in an almost painful look. Sweat rolled down the old man's head and his eyes fluttered.

The young valet saw a blonde head pop up from seemingly out of nowhere, right where Dithers lap must have been. "He's fine," the gorgeous blonde woman smiled wiping something from her chin. She leaned over and kissed the salt and pepper forehead of Dithers, who now had a wide smile. "Just gotta watch out for your heart JD!"

The valet opened the passengers side door and out stepped the stunning blonde, in a small pleated white tennis skirt, and a tight white top. He held her hand and helped her out. "Thank you young man," the blonde smiled.

"My pleasure, Ms....." he waited for an introduction.

"Blondie Bumstead," Julius Dithers came around the car his pants almost falling down.

"Boopadoop actually," Blondie corrected him. She walked over and helped him button his tennis slacks. "Forget to put your belt on old man," she giggled devilishy.

The old man must have been three times the beauties age. Actually, Blondie was only in her early twenties and Dithers was pushing 60. The pair held hands. Dithers gave the man the keys. The young valet watched her walked with her tight ass moving under the skirt as she walked. The valet's cock was hard, and he felt tremendous envy.

He realized that Dithers hadn't tipped him, but when he looked towards the strange couple, Dithers lifted the white skirt, showing Blondie's white lacy panty covered ass. The old man looked back and winked.

"Thank you Mr. Dithers!" the young valet grabbed his dick. He was definitely gonna spank it to Blondie.

Blondie felt the breeze and looked down. She playfully slapped her old boyfriend. "Your soooo bad." She felt his hand grip her ass cheek and she yelped with glee.

An hour later, George Radcliffe was puffing his cigar, sitting under the the white cabana. His old wife was playing another round against Dithers new girl Blondie. It gave him a great chance to get glimpses of the young girl's ass when she hit the tennis ball. "Uhhhh." Blondie grunted bending to make a shot. Her skirt flew up, and Radcliffe's heart almost exploded. "Uhhh." Blondie returned another volley and her big firm tits bounced. Many men watched, eyes following her tits.

"Julius my man," he whispered. "YOU OLD DOG YOU!" He leaned in. "I can't believe you took Dagwood's wife. EVERYONE dreams of that. You lucky fuck." It was true, there wasn't a person that met her that didn't desire her. She was probably the best looking woman in that state. If not the best looking girl Radcliffe had even met.

The fat small business man puffed his cigar. "I had to have her Radcliffe....you know me...I like the nicer things."

"What are you men talking about," Blondie said walking up with a smile. She sat in Dithers lap. He handed her some lemonade. Julius was sweating. Blondie picked up a towel and dabbed his head. "You're too pale to be out this long Julius," she sighed. "Why don't we go back to your bungalow and rest before the club dinner tonight." Julius had a private room he could use to shower, change and even nap in. It wasn't unheard of for patrons to stay the night in their bungalows. All the rich patrons did.

"Your so good to him," Radcliffe's fat old wife smiled at the couple. "Much nicer than Cora."

Blondie laughed. "Well, I gotta keep my meal ticket alive," she winked.

Radcliffe and his wife laughed. Blondie kissed Dither's head. "I'm joking darling." She was.

The young blonde stood up and pulled the fat short man to his feet. "Come on, a nap, a bath, a sandwich, you'll be good to go tonight." She held his hand and the man waddled next to her. It looked so odd to see the statuesque blonde beauty next to the old fat man.

"They're adorable no," Radcliffe's wife said smiling as she watched them.

Radcliffe said, "Yeah she's a real piece of work that one," he stared at her rump. His wife could see his erection and she slapped him.

"You're a REAL PIECE A SHIT!" She huffed and walked away.

About twenty minutes later, George Radcliffe was walking by Bungalow 34, owned by Julius Dithers. He'd gone to the bar to get a beer.

"OH FUCK! OH FUCK JULIUS DON'T STOP!"

Radcliffe heard shots coming from inside. His cock stiffened. The old pervert looked around to see if anyone was looking, and he went around the side of the bungalow, he peered through the slats of the drapes which weren't shut.

His eyes bulged and his cock twitched at the sight.

"OH FUCK ME JULIUS! FUCK ME!" The blonde bombshell screamed. The old codger was behind the young girl slamming his hips into the white creamy girl's backside. From this angle, he could see Julius's surprisingly large dick sawing in and out of the young sexy blonde.

"You old dog," Radcliffe smiled, rubbing his hand on his dick.

His old friend took a handful of the girl's curly blonde hair and he began jackhammering the beauty. The old man wasnt the only one sweating, and they both looked like they were working up something good. Their bodies slick with perspiration as they fucked.

TWHAP! TWHAP THWAP!TWHAP! TWHAP THWAP!TWHAP! TWHAP THWAP!

Radcliffe heard the distinct sounds of bodies slapping together.

"OH JULIUS I'M CUMMING! I'M CUUUMMMING!" She shouted, her back arched off the bed giving Radcliffe a wonderful view of those white big mounds with small nipples, hard as rocks. Julius seemed to read Radcliffe's mind and he reached around, gripping her tits and twisting her nipples.

Blondie had to crane her neck and bend in an odd way, but the young gorgeous girl managed to turn her body to kiss the old man's lips. Her hands lovingly caressed his as he groped her ample chest. She was driving her tongue into the old man's mouth, and Radcliffe watched their tongues dance in an erotic and passionate kiss.

In this new position, Radcliffe saw someting remarkable. He could see her groin, and her snatch, below her, his old buddies old dick was still inside the young pussy. Just the tip now, but her juices flowed down his cock.

The two lovers broke off the kiss. Radcliffe got a weird thrill watching these extrmely opposite lovers live their sexual lives. Blondie walked towards the bathroom, her honey flowing down her leg.

She sat to take a piss. Dithers went to the dresser his cock hard and long. Radcliffe watched him pull out blue viagra pills and pop them like candy. "You old DOG!" Radcliffe laughed. It made sense. If it was Radcliffe he'd do the same to fuck her all night.

He could see right into the bathroom. There was a TV on the far wall, and Blondie turned on MSNBC. She started the hot-tub, and came back into the room. He watched the nude beauty go to the wet-bar. She bent down, and Radcliffe's cock twitched as he got a great view of her fucked pussy.

Julius was getting in the tub, but Radcliffe's eyes remained on the blonde. She poured two full glasses of whiskey. One piece of round ice in each. She then opened a box on the dresser. Cuban cigars. She cut the cigar, and grabbed a lighter. She put the drinks, the cigar, and the lighter on a metal plate with an ashtray.

Then the girl walked over to the fridge. She bent down again, her perfect round ass, and perfect puffy pussy in Radcliffe's view. He wanted to masturbate so badly it hurt. She put two pieces of bread in a toaster and then she walked to the bathroom. She handed the old man his drink and helped him light the cigar. Julius was watching the TV. How he couldn't watch this woman the whole time was beyond Radcliffe.

He was unsure what Blondie was doing, but she came back to the kitchen, and the bread came out. Blondie grabbed Mayonnaise and slatthered it on. She then gave him a good shot of her ass again when she pulled out cheese, lettuce, and meats. She then sliced a tomato. The nude girl made Radcliffe's old fucking friend a goddamn sandwich. She even cut the sandwhich, and placed a pickle on the plate. Then she pulled out a bag of chips and lined the side of the plate.

The girl brought the plate to the bathroom and set it next to her elderly lover. Dithers concentration was on the TV but she was pointing to the food. He put his cigar on the ashtray and sighed. He picked up the sandwich and took a bite. It seemed to make young Blondie happy.

Dithers laid back into the tub, and his dick popped up from the water. Blondie got into the tub, and turned away from Dithers. Her pert creamy ass blocking Dithers view of the TV, but Blondie sat down, and gripped his cock. For the second time Radcliffe watched an old man's cock sink into a wet young pussy as Blondie sat down.

The young girl began to slowly hump the old man, as Dithers casually ate the sandwich, sipped his expensive Scotch, and smoked his cigar. The beauty was even gracious enough to move her body down and to the side, so Dithers could view the stock quotes on the TV.

Radcliffe texted his friend with a smile. "You're the luckiest man alive you old dog....MARRY HER NOW!" He sent the text, and Julius's phone buzzed on the dresser. Blondie turned around, got out of the tub, and walked her dripping nude young body to the dresser to retrieve the phone.

Blondie's face lit up as she looked at the phone.

She laughed. "YOU NEED TO READ THIS OLD MAN!" She walked back to the bathroom, Dithers stood up, his cock hard and long. She handed him the phone, and then sank to her knees. She looked up. "We gotta be quick, if you want me to give your old pals boners, I need time to get ready." Radcliffe watched the girl then take his old buddies dick into her warm red lips, but then she shut the door.

"DAMN!" Radcliffe's show was over. He was sighing, and then looked to see Blondie's open purse right by the window. He looked at something that caught his eyes. Just a little small stick with a simple (+) sign, but it said SO MUCH. "SON OF A BITCH!" Radcliffe smiled, feeling envious more than ever. "LUCKIEST MAN ALIVE AND HAS NOOOO IDEA!"

That night....

George Radcliffe sat in his tuxedo, sipping Scotch with Collender Martin, Julius Dithers main business rival. "You're gonna be pissed," Radcliffe slapped Collender's back.

"What does that little fat shit have that I would WANT?" The skinnier taller man laughed.

There was a collective gasp when the couple walked into the room. Julius Dithers was in a tight fitting tuxedo, and on his arm in a tight red dress that showed off an amazing rack, and a plump ass. Her red high heels made her legs pop. The girl was about a foot taller than old Julius, and looked to be in her twenties.

She was the most beautiful woman in the room, and Collender spit his whiskey out. "WHAT THE SHIT! IS THAT BLONDIE?"

Radcliffe laughed. "Julius knocked her up and that old fuck doesn't even KNOW it."