Chapter 9
Things became dull after Mabel left. Grace enjoyed servicing the boys whenever they needed her, but more and more they spent time out of the house. They were nicer to her now and she wasn't sure she liked it that much. She was afraid they were becoming bored with her.
Then one day Calvin came to Grace with a gleam in his eye and said they were bringing her a surprise that evening.
"What kind of surprise?" Grace asked.
"Two of our buddies are coming here. They know all about you. "Your friends."
"That's right."
Grace was fearful. "Where are they from? Are they from this town?"
Calvin chuckled. "They sure are. They knew you at the high school. They just graduated last year."
Grace was mortified. The idea that two of her former students would be coming to the house was more than she could bear. She knew Calvin expected his friends to fuck her. She was horrified at the prospect, but at the same time she found it terribly exciting. What would it be like to have sex with four boys at the same time? My God, I won't survive it, she thought. All that cockmeat. She wondered who the boys were. Thinking back to last year, she could remember one or two boys she wouldn't mind getting into a bed. In every class there were always a few boys who made her wonder what it would be like to suck their young cocks and swallow their hot jism.
As the afternoon wore on, Grace had to admit how excited she was about the coming evening. She had tried to get more information from Calvin about who the new boys were, but he refused to tell her anything. What's the difference? she thought. Whoever they were, they were sure to have what she needed hanging between their legs. They were sure to have the equipment necessary to tame her throbbing cunt. With four boys she'd be unlikely to complain about not having enough fucking.
As the evening approached, Grace made herself a stiff drink and then went to her bedroom to get ready.
She sifted through her clothes as she tried to decide what to wear. She wondered if the boys would want her tied up tonight. Her nephews hadn't been tying her up lately and she'd been missing it. Her sexual excitement was always at its maximum when she had her hands and legs tied so she couldn't move while someone did things to her. She had no idea why it was so.
She decided to wear a long black gown she'd worn only once before at an affair at the high school. For years she'd had a fantasy of getting fucked in that gown. Now was her chance. The boys would be flabbergasted. The gown was really too sexy for the school. The neckline plunged almost down to her waist and the tight fit of the gown made it like a second skin around her hips and ass and tits. She wanted the new boys, whoever they were, creaming in their jeans when they saw her.
Should she take a shower? Her nephews had often said they liked the smell of her pussy, the smell of her body when she was a little sweaty. Roy liked to lick up and down the crack of her ass after she'd gone a whole day without bathing. She knew why. She had tasted Mabel's cunt and ass when Mabel was all hot and sweaty from shopping downtown. The memory of the taste of Mabel's raunchy cunt made her quiver. She guessed the new boys would be turned on faster if they had a gamy cunt to lick and sniff.
She found some black pantyhose in one of her drawers. She pulled the sheer nylon over the smooth skin of her legs. She loved the way the nylon highlighted the curves of her shapely legs. Her clit twitched with excitement as she pulled the pantyhose tight into the length of her wet gash.
Her tits surely did not need any support. She held her tits in her hands, pinching her fat nipples between her fingers. The boys would want her tits jiggling when she moved. She was thankful she had the heavy juicy-looking tits that turned boys on. She wanted them horny and panting by the time they got to her cunt.
I'm not the same any more, she thought. She felt more aggressive, more in control of things. Was it because Mabel was gone? Or was it simply that she'd learned how nice it was to be in control. Mabel had taught her that.
Mabel had always told her that someday she would have men and women servicing her as though she were a queen. Maybe it was time to start. Boys were easy to control. Show them a pair of tits or a hairy slit and they became like hungry dogs. Even her nephews. She could always tell the power she had over them.
She raised her arms over her head and dropped the sexy black gown over her body. It was tight. Even with the zipper on the back undone, she had to wiggle to get into it.
She closed all the blinds in the living room. After all these months, she was still afraid of the neighbors finding out what was going on in the house. They would crucify her, she was sure of that. She would lose her job and they would run her out of town. The high school principal, Abigail Farmer, was a bitchy woman about Grace's age, and Grace was certain that if Miss Farmer ever found out about Grace's transgressions with her nephews she would make sure that Grace never again worked as a teacher.
She mixed herself another drink, turned on some music and walked around the house checking her appearance in all the mirrors.
She hoped the boys would be satisfied with beer. She had several six-packs in the refrigerator. Four boys could drink an awful lot of beer, but she hoped she had enough.
She thought about what shoes to wear and she decided on a pair of silver high-heeled slippers. The shoes wouldn't show beneath the floor-length gown, but they would add four inches to her height and give her more confidence.
I'm like a girl waiting for a date, she thought. Her pussy was sopping wet. She knew the crotch of her pantyhose must be soaked through with her cunt-juice. She hoped she'd know what to do with four cocks. I can have one in my cunt and one in my ass and one in my mouth and jerk the other one off or maybe stick it in my nose. She giggled at her own craziness.
The stereo was playing rock now and she danced to the beat of the music. She felt good. Should she mix another drink? She decided, why not? It wouldn't hurt to be a little high. The two drinks had already put her in a mellow mood and the third would make her really tingle.
She just finished making the drink when the doorbell rang. Oh, God, they're here, she thought. Stay cool, girl. Stay cool and stay in control. Her cunt lips quivering with excitement, she unlocked and opened the door.
There they were, her nephews and two other boys. She instantly recognized the boys. They'd been her pupils last year. Their names were Jerry and Vernon and they were both healthy specimens and even cuter than she remembered.
"Hello," she smiled. "I've been waiting for all of you. Come in and make yourselves comfortable."
The boys mumbled their greetings. Jerry and Vernon looked uncertain, as if they didn't believe what was happening.
Grace smiled and pulled her shoulders back to thrust her tits forward. She knew her stiff nipples were clearly outlined by the tight-fitting gown. Even her nephews were intrigued by what she wore. She could see the hot lust in the eyes of all the boys and she was glad she had decided to wear the gown.
Turning away now, she walked into the living room. She could feel their eyes on her ass. She knew her ass-cheeks were clearly revealed by the skintight material of the gown.
When all the boys were seated in the living room, she went to the kitchen to get the beer. She carried it to them on a tray, serving each of them with a smile.
It was Calvin who finally rose up and took Grace into his arms.
"Jerry and Vernon don't believe what we told them about you," Calvin said.
He turned her so that she had her back to the other boys. He kissed her mouth, pushing his tongue between her lips and forcing her to suck it. She quivered in his arms as she felt his hands moving over her back and down to her ass.
He cupped her ass-cheeks, digging his fingers into the firm mounds, tracing the length of her asscrack. She squirmed against him, grinding her pussy into the hard lump in his crotch.
Suddenly she felt his hands pulling at her gown, lifting it, drawing it up to reveal her calves and then the backs of her thighs and finally her ass-cheeks bulging in the sheer nylon of her pantyhose.
She heard Jerry and Vernon exclaiming behind her. She loved it. She loved being exhibited to the boys like this.
"What do you think?" Calvin said. "You like her ass?"
Vernon grunted, "You're blowing my mind, Cal."
Grace pulled her mouth from Calvin's, kept her pussy pressed against his hard cock as she turned to look over her shoulder at the boys behind her. She licked her lips as she thought of their throbbing cocks and juice-filled balls.
"I hope you like more than my ass," she said. "I remember you, Vernon. I remember the way you used to look at me in class. You had nasty thoughts, didn't you?"
"That's right," he grinned.
"And now you think you're going to make those nasty thoughts come true."
"You bet," Jerry laughed.
They're both wise little punks, Grace thought. But she loved them all the more for it. It made her pussy tingle to know how much they wanted her. She intended to get every drop of cream out of their balls. She would suck and fuck them dry and give them a night to remember for the rest of their lives.
Slipping out of Calvin's arms, she dropped her gown to cover herself again. She went to Vernon now, pulled him to his feet and took him into her arms. She towered over the boy and she was glad she'd been clever enough to wear her spike-heeled slippers.
Bending her head to nibble his earlobe, she whispered into his ear. "Do you really like my ass?"
"I sure do," he said.
"What else do you like?"
"Your tits."
"When you were in school you looked at my tits a lot, didn't you."
"Yeah."
"I can feel your cock. It feels big. I like big cocks."
"Christ, Miss Mitchell, you're really something."
"Call me Grace."
"Okay, Grace."
"Put your hands on my ass." His hands moved down her back and over her ass-cheeks. "Yes, that's the way," she said. "Squeeze my ass-cheeks. I like to have my ass squeezed. Do you like how it feels?"
"Yeah."
"Put your hands on my tits. Come on, don't be afraid. Just on the outside."
He raised his hands to the mounds of her tits and squeezed them gently through the material of her gown. "Christ," he hissed.
Grace liked his touch. She purred with pleasure at the feel of his hands on her boobs. Then she slipped out of his arms and reached out to Jerry. The boy came to his feet, moved into her arms and she plastered her lips against his in wet kiss. She trailed her fingers over the front of his fly and then pulled back and smiled at him. "You've got a hard-on."
"That's right," he said.
"Show it to me."
He looked uncertainly at his friends, and then he grinned and unzipped his fly. Grace watched as his fingers worked inside his pants and finally brought his cock out into the air.
He had a lovely circumcised prick with a pink knob and a white shaft. She had an urge to suck his prick, but she held herself back. Not yet, she thought. Don't rush it. There was no reason to hurry.
She wanted to see more of him. She moved closer to him and unbuckled his belt. He remained motionless as she pushed his jeans down to his knees. To get his shorts down she had to push his cock inside them again, but at last his shorts were down at his knees with pants.
Lord, how lovely they are at this age, she thought. She ran her hands over his firm little ass-cheeks. His pink balls looked bloated with jism and her mouth watered as she thought of all the tasty foaming spunk in there. I'd like to suck his ass, she thought. She wondered if he would be shocked by that. She wondered if he'd ever had a girl's tongue up his ass. She imagined how nice it would be to suck his ass-hole and then have him shoot his hot load down her throat.
She beckoned to Vernon now. She had him stand beside Jerry and she helped him bring his cock so that she could compare the two of them. She wanted the pleasure of seeing their two young cocks side by side.
Vernon's prick was bigger and he seemed proud of it. He skinned his cock to expose his fat cockhead and Grace couldn't help running her tongue over her lips at the sight of the juice leaking out of his pisshole.
"Now it's my turn," she said. She scooped her tits out of the neck-line of her gown, let them hang out in the open with her nipples stiff and swollen.
As she expected, the boys were excited by her tits. She moved closer to them and each boy reached out to take possession of one of her boobs. She put a hand on each of their cocks and slowly jacked them off as they fondled her heaving tits.
She could hear Calvin and Roy making jokes about what was going, but she didn't care. They were sitting there with their cocks in their hands and jerking off as they watched her with Vernon and Jerry. She didn't care what her nephews thought. She loved the feel of the cocks in her hands. These were boys she'd had in her classes at school and thinking about that made her incredibly hot. She kissed them, one after the other, running her tongue into their sweet mouths, sucking their saliva and nibbling at their lips until she had them moaning with excitement.
At last she stepped back. With a groan of passion she fell to her knees between the two boys. One hand on each cock, she pulled them closer until she could move her tongue from one to the other with only a slight shift of her head.
She licked away the glob of clear cockjuice brimming in each pisshole. Then her lips closed over Jerry's swollen cockhead and she sucked on it like a calf sucking on a cow's teat.
Jerry groaned and rolled his eyes up as her hot mouth worked on his cockflesh. She fingered his ball-bag, gently probing his nuts as her lips pulled on his cock-knob.
Then she pulled her mouth off Jerry's cock and moved to Vernon's rampant prick. His cock was more meaty. She sucked in his cockhead, pushed his foreskin back with her lips and fluttered her tongue over his pisshole. Vernon really turned her on. She remembered him in class as a feisty smartaleck kid, and she wanted his hot cock-cream shooting out of his balls and washing her teeth.
Their cocks were completely stiff now and she had no need to hold them. She used her hands to fondle their swinging nuts. She held a pair of nuts in each hand as she moved from one cock to the other. She sucked more thoroughly now, inching her way down their cockshafts with her mouth, taking in as much cockmeat as she could handle. Each time she pulled her mouth off one cock, she left it glistening with her saliva.
Their pissholes seeped a good deal of juice and she was kept busy getting it all. She kept her mouth filled with the mixture of their cockjuice and her warm saliva, and then at intervals she would noisily swallow everything and then get back to sucking up some more.
It wasn't long before they were close to coming. She could feel the tightening of their balls and the throbbing of their cocks. Jerry was the first to go over the edge. A deep groan came out of his chest as his cock exploded and began shooting thick jism between her sucking lips. She took all of his load, squeezing his balls and massaging the base of his cock until he finished spurting. Then at the end she milked his cockshaft with a squeezing motion of her hand to bring the last drops of spunk out of his pisshole.
When she was finished with Jerry, she turned to Vernon and gluttonously gobbled up his cockhead. Two down and two to go, she thought. Before the day was over she might drown in jism. I don't care, she thought. I don't care about drowning as long as it's in jism.