Chapter 7
On Thursday, with just one day to wait till her date with Bill, Grace did her best to keep busy and keep her mind off her young lovers. There was still plenty of work to be done in her back yard, so she put on her shorts and halter and got to it. But right away it became clear that she'd need help.
Grace sighed and went indoors to call the temporary manpower agency. "I want an older man," she stressed, "not a teenage boy. I'd like him over here as soon as possible."
She got the lawn mower gassed up and ready to go, then set to work weeding flower beds. The hard work and hot sun, she hoped, would keep her mind off that perpetual nagging ache in her pussy. She simply had to keep her lust under control until she could find a suitable lover her own age-hopefully Bill Masters.
In about half an hour the back gate opened and a man walked into the yard. Grace hardly looked up-she saw just his pant legs. "The mower's right over there," she said. "You can do the lawn, and then there'll be some pruning."
"I'll get right to it," he said.
There was something familiar about the voice-too familiar. Grace jerked her head up and found Mark standing over her, grinning broadly. For a moment she couldn't believe her eyes, and then she jumped up, glaring.
"Mark, you get out of my yard," she snapped. "I called the agency, and they're sending over an older man. I don't need you."
"The agency sent me," he chuckled. "I happened to be there when your call came in, and I talked them into sending me."
"Oh, hell," Grace sighed. "Well, you can only stay if you promise to work-and nothing else. I really mean it, Mark. All I want from you is some help on this yard. I'm not going to bed with you ever again."
The boy shrugged. "Okay, okay," he said, "but if you change your mind, all you have to do is tell me."
"I won't," Grace said grimly. She got down on her knees and started weeding again. Mark began to mow the lawn. Grace was still furious at the agency for ignoring her request to send an older man. Mark was the last person she wanted to see. Just the sight of him reminded her of the fantastic times they'd had in bed.
She couldn't help but remember that Mark was the first man ever to eat her pussy, and she recalled how wildly she'd enjoyed it. As the day wore on, she got more and more lusty. Every time she looked up and happened to see Mark, her pussy seemed to get more wet and swollen. But she promised herself that she wouldn't do anything about it. She'd wait for tomorrow and her date with Bill.
Finally it was time for a break. They'd worked for hours, and the sun was scorching. Grace was reluctant to call a halt, knowing Mark would flirt with her, but both of them were sweaty and exhausted. She stood up and signaled Mark to stop the mower. The boy obeyed with a grin.
"Change your mind?" he said.
"No, I haven't," Grace said with a scowl. "I just thought we'd better have a break before we get sunstroke. I'll bring out a couple of beers."
"That's better than nothing," Mark said.
Grace soon joined him under the big shade tree in her back yard. Of course she couldn't help remembering that this was the first place they'd fucked. And it didn't help matters that Mark had removed his shirt, showing his smooth tan chest and well-muscled arms. She handed him a beer, sat down, and tried not to look at him.
"You're really being silly, you know," Mark said. "I want you, and you want me. I don't know why you have to be so uptight about it."
"Mark, you really ought to find someone your own age," Grace sighed.
"Girls my age won't put out," Mark said.
"Then find another older woman-anyone but me," Grace said.
"But I only want you," the boy pleaded. "Really, Grace, what's the big deal? Nobody ever has to know. Why should we suffer when we can have a nice friendly fuck?"
Grace tried to ignore him, but she knew his argument made sense in some ways. If nobody knew about their affair, she didn't really have to feel guilty, did she? And it was rather foolish to go on suffering the agonies of horniness when relief was right beside her. God knows she was powerfully tempted.
Mark moved closer to her, till their thighs were touching. "Come on, baby," he said soothingly, "forget this silly guilt trip. There's nothing wrong with what we're doing."
Grace sighed deeply. She knew that all she had to do was wait till tomorrow. Bill was crazy about her, and he'd surely grab the first chance he got to take her to bed. But somehow tomorrow seemed so far away. She was maddeningly horny right now, she wanted a man NOW. And Mark was so obviously willing.
"Come on," he was saying, "just a quickie. Nobody can see us back here. I really need it, Grace, and I bet you do, too."
He leaned over and kissed her. His mouth pressed firmly against hers, and she felt the wet tip of his tongue tickling her lips. Her cunt seemed to explode with need, gushing a big rush of juice into the crotch of her panties. She felt paralyzed with longing, and she didn't move as Mark slipped his tongue into her mouth.
Her heart pounded, and her pussy felt hugely swollen. She knew there was no way to satisfy that longing except to take the boy's stiff cock into her seething little box, to enjoy his hard fast fucking. If it hadn't been for her damned conscience, her old-fashioned morality, she would have done it in a second.
Mark explored her mouth with his long slick tongue, and he began to caress her, running his hands over her big thrusting jugs, her firm bare waist and smooth thighs. Grace quivered with need. She didn't return his kiss and his caresses, but she didn't push him away, either. Her thoughts of Bill were getting weaker by the second, and she could only think of the handsome blond kid who was so eager to ball her.
Why not? she thought dizzily. Is it really so wrong?
"Oh, Christ," Mark moaned.
He broke the kiss and pulled Grace down onto the grass, pawing her ripe curvy body, panting with need. He eased himself half onto her, kissing her face and neck and the plump cleavage of her big heaving tits. Grace felt another hot rush of juice from her cunt. The crotch of her panties was soaked by now.
"You're not fighting me," Mark said huskily. "You want me, I know it."
"But Mark," Grace moaned, "it's wrong. I'm so much older than you are."
"That's nobody's business but ours," the boy insisted, "and if we really want each other, then it's okay. Please, Grace, let me fuck you. I need it so bad!"
Grace could well understand the boy's urgency. If he was as horny as her, he must be suffering. Yet she couldn't escape those feelings of shame and guilt. What was the matter with her that she couldn't even wait twenty-four hours for a more suitable lover? Was she so depraved that she couldn't control her own lust? Her head swam with indecision while Mark continued to caress her.
The boy fumbled with the tie of her halter. He managed to get it undone, and then while Grace moaned weak protests he drew the little garment off and left her naked above the waist. Her grapefruit-size tits stood up firm and full even when she lay on her back. The rosy-red nipples were stiff with lust. Mark quickly cupped her warm silky jugs and began to mold them.
"You've got the most beautiful tits I ever saw," he sighed.
Grace quivered with pleasure. It felt so nice to have her sensitive boobs squeezed and stroked. Mark bent low over her heaving breasts, flicked out his wet red tongue, and began to lick her pert little nipples. Grace could feel the pleasure right down to her creaming slit. She moaned and went limp and submissive.
"Yeah, baby, that's it," Mark panted, "just lie back and dig it. We're gonna have a great time."
Grace knew now that she wasn't going to resist. She needed to be fucked too badly. She was ashamed of herself for not waiting for Bill, but she felt she'd die of frustration if she sent Mark away now. She closed her eyes and wallowed in the pleasure of having her big tender tits caressed and licked.
She felt Mark fumbling with the zipper of her shorts, and she didn't stop him. All she could think about now was his magnificent young cock and how marvelous it was going to feel in her flooded eager cunt. Mark tugged off her shorts and then seized her panties. She felt the hot sun striking her naked bush.
"Yeah, yeah, baby, now we're cooking," Mark panted.
When he had her completely naked, the boy paused a moment to admire her superb body. She was firm and slender yet deliciously curvy, her big swollen tits rising and falling, her dainty brown bush gleaming. Then Mark eased her legs apart till there was room for him to kneel between them.
"You won't regret this, Grace," he said hoarsely. "I'll make it really good for you."
Grace said nothing. She was too ashamed of herself for giving in so easily. Yet wild horses couldn't have dragged her away now. She had to stay for the delicious end, for that wonderful moment when his stiff young cock went into her. She waited, quivering, as Mark got between her legs and pulled down his jeans.
But it wasn't his cock that touched her pussy. She felt the tickle of his hair between her thighs, the fanning of his hot breath, and then he was running his slippery tongue from her clit right down to her little clenched brownie, lashing and licking her whole swollen slit. The pleasure was sudden and devastating.
"Oh, God, YES!" Grace wailed. "Yes, eat me, darling, I love that." She threw her legs open as wide as she could, bending them back at the knees.
Mark acted as if he was starved for her pussy. He made an obscene wet slurping noise as he licked her slit, and he tasted every bit of her, from the fat lump of her clit down to the wrinkled mouth of her asshole. Her cream gushed out, and he lapped it up, swallowing it with a greedy gurgle. Grace was in total bliss.
"I love it, darling, I LOVE IT," she whined. "Ohhhh, it feels so good when you eat my pussy."
She lost all shame, all modesty, as the eager boy tongued and sucked all over her flaming-hot gash. Nothing turned her on so wildly as having her pussy eaten, and she simply couldn't hide her response. She moaned and squealed with ecstasy, and her hot sticky cunt-cream bubbled out to wet his face. She thrust her eager pussy upward, feeding it to him.
"Oh, God," Grace whimpered, "oh, it's so nice. Eat me, darling, eat meee."
Mark hardly had to be urged. He was so excited at first, so eager to taste her slit, that he couldn't settle down in one spot. His thick wet tongue was all over the place. But finally he stopped at her fat red clit, jamming his lips against it, sucking greedily. He drew the slick red button into his mouth and bathed it with his boiling saliva. He sucked hard and fast.
"Eeeeeee," Grace shrieked.
She curled her fingers into his hair and jammed her greedy little clit against his mouth. Mark sucked faster and faster on her horny little love-bud, and she felt herself rising swiftly toward climax. It hit her powerfully, making her tall ripe body rock and writhe. She filled his mouth with fragrant cunt-cream.
"OOOOOOO, I'M COMING," she wailed.
Mark went right on eating her clit. He gulped her thick cream as fast as it spurted out, and he kept her squirting clit deep in his mouth. Grace nearly blacked out with bliss. It seemed a long time before her convulsions ended. Only then did Mark rise and gasp for breath. His face was flushed and gleaming with her come.
"Oh, Mark," Grace sighed, "that was so lovely. We can fuck now if you want."
"Uh-uh," he grinned. "I'm just getting started. I wanta make sure you never forget this afternoon."
"No danger of that," Grace moaned.
But Mark wasn't in the mood for chit-chat. Once more he plunged his face into her seething wet slit, and Grace squealed with delight as she felt his wet hot tongue rimming the gushing little mouth of her cunt. She let her legs fall wide open, and Mark accepted the invitation, plunging his thick tongue-meat right up her boiling snug box. Grace gave a hoarse cry of ecstasy when she felt her cunt stuffed with the slick meat.
"Ahhhhh, God, YES!" she wailed. "Put your-tongue in me, darling. Ohhh, that's so GOOD!"
The boy started to tongue-fuck her, jerking his tongue hard and fast in her gripping twat. Grace gurgled and whined with pleasure. Surely there couldn't be any more wonderful sensation than having her cunt stuffed and fucked with a man's thick hot tongue. Even the lewd slurping noise of his tongue-fucking excited her.
"Yes, yes, yes," Grace panted, "just a little more, darling, a little more. Oh, Mark, OHHHHHH!"
She was coming around his jerking tongue, her pussy slamming upward, her cream soaking his face. Mark cupped her pert writhing ass and held her in place, his tongue slamming deep in her convulsing box. Again Grace almost fainted, it felt so fantastically good, and her spasms went on and on. At last she lay still.
"Mark, that was marvelous," she sighed. "But don't you want to ball now?"
Mark didn't even raise his head from her soaked steamy slit. "No," he said in a muffled voice, "I'm not finished yet."
Grace felt his slick tongue teasing back and forth over her slick scarlet gash, and she settled back contentedly for more delicious pussy-eating. If he got off on it, she certainly wasn't going to complain. He could go on eating her all day, and she wouldn't complain. She quivered lustily as his tongue played all over her greedy wet pussy.
Then she felt his stiff tongue-tip pressing against the tiny clenched mouth of her asshole. Grace's face flamed. Pussy-eating was all very well and good, but this was something else. She felt it was very wicked and dirty of him to put his tongue on her brownie. She stiffened and pushed at his head, trying to dislodge him.
"Mark, no, not THERE," she gasped.
Mark ignored her. He cupped her small round ass and held her in place as he eagerly rimmed her wrinkled bumhole with his slippery stiff tongue-tip. Grace squeaked with alarm and pushed at his head again, but he wouldn't budge. The she felt his tongue easing right up her asshole.
"Mark, NO!" she cried. "No, it isn't right. Oh, God, ohhhh. OHHHHHHH!"
Even as she protested, she felt the most stunning pleasure of her life. She hadn't realized that her asshole had sexual feelings, that it was just as eager and responsive as her cunt. It felt positively wonderful to have Mark's slick tongue stuffing and probing her tight little brownie. She stopped pushing at his head. She flopped back on the grass and let him work his tongue clear to the root in her tiny hot asshole.
"Ahhhhhhh," Grace sighed.
She didn't care now how wicked and dirty it was-she wanted it. Mark bum-fucked her with his tongue, and she squealed with pleasure. Her cunt-cream boiled out to soak his chin. His tongue seemed to reach deep into her body, setting off powerful jolts of pleasure. As he tongued her faster and faster, she shrieked and began to come.
"EEEEEEEE!" Grace wailed, "Eat my ass, YES! EEEEEE!"
His tongue was still deep in her gripping asshole when her climax began to fade. He waited until she stopped writhing and moaning, till she was limp and gasping for breath. Then he raised his head and wiped her cream from his face. Looking up, Grace saw that his cock was rigid and heavy and leaking big drops of glistening cream.
"Now I'll fuck you," he panted.
"Yes, darling, yes," Grace said hoarsely.
He eased himself down on her and wedged the fat purple head of his cock into her soaked tight cunt-mouth. Mark and Grace whined together as his thick meat slowly filled her velvety wet hole. He eased it in slowly, deliciously, until at last his knobby cock-head touched her womb and his swollen hot balls came to rest against her pussy.
"Does that feel good?" he sighed.
"Ummmmm, yes," Grace moaned, "I love it."
"I thought so all the time," Mark laughed.
He started to fuck her, moving his steel-hard prick briskly up and down in her snug squeezing twat. It was just the kind of fast hard fucking she needed after all that tantalizing foreplay. She threw her legs around his sweaty back, opening herself completely to him. She forgot everything but the ecstasy of being fucked.
"I love it, I love it," Grace babbled. "Yes, fuck me, darling, fuck me hard! Ohhhh, it's so good."
"It sure as hell is," Mark moaned, "your cunt's so friggin' hot. Ohhhh, man."
Though he was hotly aroused and dying to get his rocks off, Mark managed to prolong their fucking, pumping away steadily for long delicious minutes. He wanted to prove to this beautiful older woman that he could ball her better than anyone. Grace gurgled with pleasure as she came again and again.
"Oh, Mark, you must be getting tired," she panted. "You must want to come."
"No, let's do it some more," the boy sighed.
Grace certainly wasn't going to argue. She could have gone on fucking him all day. She tightened her legs around his sweaty heaving back and blissfully took the tireless deep strokes of his hard thick cock. Dizzily she looked around at the trees and bushes and grass-and then she did a double take.
Tony was standing there watching them.
At first Grace thought she was having hallucinations. She looked again, and sure enough, there was Tony, standing about two yards from them, his eyes focused hotly on Mark's jerking ass. Then he saw that Grace was looking at him. He grinned. Grace blushed lobster-red, and her legs slipped from Mark's back.
"Mark-" she began.
But just at that moment Mark yelped and started to come. Grace didn't want to spoil it for him, so she kept still while the excited boy moaned and flooded her cunt with sizzling hot come. All the while Tony watched with obvious excitement, grinning lewdly. Grace felt overcome with shame.
"Awwww," Mark bawled, "AWWWWW!"
What a way to be caught! Grace was mortified. She'd told Tony she was too old for him, that she'd never fuck a young boy again-and now he'd found her with Mark, right in the act. As Mark sighed and went still, his limp wet prick slipping from her cunt, Tony moved closer, his face still lit with an evil leer.
"Mark," Grace said shakily, "we've got company."
"Huh?" Mark gasped. He rolled off her, saw Tony, and gawked. "Who the hell are you?" he growled. "And what do you think you're doing?"
"I came to see Grace," Tony said. "You're not the only one she's been balling. And I bet she's been giving you the same line of crap she's giving me-about how it's not right, how she'll never do it again. Yeah, this is a pretty interesting little game she's got going here."
Mark stared at Grace. "Is this true?" he said. "Have you been fucking him, too?"
Grace's face was red with shame. "I-I'm afraid it is, Mark," she said. "It was wrong, just as wrong as it was with you, but I did it."
Tony laughed harshly and said, "Let's just skip that bullshit about wrong and right. I want my turn with you, and I want it now."
Mark looked bitter. "Go ahead and have her," he said. "It doesn't matter to me."
"MARK!" Grace gasped.
"Aw, come off it, Grace," Mark said, moving away from her. "Don't start that respectable lady crap again. You've been balling us both, and we all know it. We're not gonna take no for an answer any more."
He went and sat a few feet away from her. Meanwhile Tony was eagerly stripping off his clothes. Grace stared in disbelief. Though she'd been starved for sex for some time now, she'd never dreamed of fucking two men in a row. It didn't seem right at all. Somehow she had to discourage Tony.
That wasn't going to be easy. The black-haired kid had an enormous hard-on. As he skinned out of his jeans his cock popped into view, hugging his belly tightly, the blue veins standing out, the head swollen and purple and oozing a stream of thick juice. Tony was urgently horny and not likely to leave her alone.
"Tony," she said nervously, "it isn't right to do it like this. If you could wait till tonight, when we can be alone-"
"Like hell," Tony snapped. "I want you now. And if you try to get away, I think your friend here will help me. How about it, man?"
"You bet," Mark said bitterly. "I wanta watch."
"Far out," Tony chuckled. "Watching is a real turn-on, I can tell you."
"Oh, my God," Grace moaned.
She saw that the two boys were determined to go through with the wicked orgy and that nothing she said would change their minds. If she was going to escape she'd have to do it now. She leaped to her feet and started running toward the back door of her house. If she could just get inside and lock the door, she'd be safe.
She didn't even get a yard away. Tony tackled her and brought her to the grass, knocking the breath out of her. Panting, he climbed onto her and tried to wriggle between her legs, his hard wet cock jabbing roughly against her bush. Grace crossed her legs and held them rigid so that he couldn't get to her cunt.
"No, nooo," she cried.
"Dammit, open your legs," Tony panted. "You fucked HIM. What difference does it make if you fuck me?"
"No, I won't do it," Grace sobbed. "It isn't right."
"Oh, shit," Tony sighed. "Looks like I'm gonna need some help."
"You got it," Mark said.
The blond boy hurried over and knelt behind Grace, holding her shoulders down firmly, pinning her to the grass. That left Tony free to force her legs open. Grace resisted with all her strength, but it was no use. She was no match for two husky and determined teenage boys. Tony slowly but steadily forced her legs apart till there was room to throw himself between her thighs.
"Oh, noooo," Grace sobbed.
There was nothing she could do. Tony was wriggling between her legs and wedging the hard wet head of his cock into her cunt-mouth. Her box was slick with her own juices and with Mark's come, and Tony's stiff prick slid easily inside, gliding right to her womb. His swollen nut sacs rubbed her pussy as he completed the rough thrust.
"Awwww, Christ, YEAH," Tony sighed. "Now you're gonna get fucked, bitch, whether you like it or not."
"You in, man?" Mark asked eagerly. "Yeah, I'm in," Tony said. "Jesus, she's hot and wet."
"Fuck her good," Mark said. "We don't want her to forget this."
"She won't," Tony panted, "I can guarantee that."
While Mark held her down, Tony began to ball her. As if intentionally trying to humiliate her, he did it slowly, prolonging the action as much as he could. He didn't lie on her but stayed on his knees so that Mark could watch the action. Grace had never felt so humiliated in her life.
She could see just what Mark saw-Tony's pale blue-veined dick gliding in and out between her plump scarlet pussy-lips. After a few thrusts his cock was wet and gleaming. With each deep plunge, his wiry black bush met her curly brown muff. It was an obscene display, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
"Hey, Grace," Tony taunted, "don't look so grim. We both know you love to fuck."
"That's right," Mark joined in, "you don't have to fake it, baby. You don't have any secrets from us."
Grace moaned, her face red with shame. She knew this was a nightmare of her own making, that she had no one to blame but herself. If she hadn't seduced these kids in the first place, she wouldn't be going through this humiliation. Why, why, hadn't she controlled herself? Why hadn't she waited for a suitable lover?
Tony was grinning evilly as he fucked her. He kept his eyes on her face the whole time, eagerly watching her reactions. Behind her she could hear Mark panting, obviously excited by what he saw. Tony's pale prick got wetter by the second, and slowly he increased the speed and pressure of his fucking.
That was Grace's undoing. The harder and faster he balled her, the better it felt. In spite of her shame, she was always receptive to a good hard fuck, and she felt her greedy little box tightening around his prick, felt her cunt-cream starting to gush around his meat. Helplessly she began to move her hips in time to his strokes.
"That's it, baby," Tony chuckled, "dig it. Get off on it. We wanta see you come."
"Noooo," Grace whined.
But her denial was feeble. She wanted Tony's cock, wanted his stiff steady fucking. Soon she gave up all pretense of resisting. Her pretty face twisted in a horny grimace, and her hot pussy-juice boiled around his dick. Tony grunted and pushed hard into her, his stiff shaft rubbing deliciously over her tender little clit.
"Ahhhhh," Grace moaned.
"She likes it now," Mark chuckled.
"You bet she does," Tony laughed.
Grace hated herself for her weakness, but she just had to come. Tony's steady hard fucking was driving her wild with need. Her teeth flashed as she panted with lust, and her eyes rolled crazily. Then-she stiffened. She felt something behind her, something stiff pressing against her shoulder. Mark, wildly excited by the scene, was getting another hard-on.
"Oh, man," he sighed, "don't take too long. I wanta ball her again!"
Tony snorted with laughter. "You can ball her right now if you want," he said. "She's got more than one hole. Watch."
He rolled onto his side, taking Grace with him. Mark got the idea instantly. He scurried to lie behind Grace, pressing the drooling head of his cock against her wrinkled brownie. Grace gasped with shock and disbelief as she felt the throbbing cock-meat gliding right up her asshole.
"Oh, NOOOO!" she wailed.
But Tony was holding her tightly, not letting her get away. Mark grunted and pushed, driving his cock as far as he could into her steamy little bumhole. Grace moaned loudly. She had two fat young cocks inside her now, working in rhythm, separated by just a thin wall of flesh. She had to admit that it felt fantastic.
"Oh, Christ," Mark whined, "so friggin' TIGHT!"
"Yeah, this is really far out," Tony chuckled.
Grace still couldn't believe what was happening to her. Never in her wildest fantasies had she imagined fucking two men at once. But as the excited boys worked their rigid pricks faster and faster in her cunt and asshole, she was swept away with dizzying pleasure. The morality of it didn't matter now. She only wanted to come.
"Oh, God, YES!" Grace cried. "Fuck me, FUCK ME!"
She groaned and began to come. Her velvety cunt gripped and milked Tony's cock, and the boy yelped and started to shoot his sizzling jism into her. Her searing-hot asshole, already deliciously snug, gripped hard around Mark's cock and triggered his orgasm. Grace felt the delicious gush of his come deep in her bowels.
She was still lying limp on the grass when the boys dressed and prepared to leave.
"Hey, Grace, that was fantastic," Tony said. "We'll have to do it again sometime."
"Yeah, really," Mark agreed. "We'll be back, baby. We'll be back real soon."