BEE-3142

Cozy Country Club By Rand McTiernan

HOT HOLIDAY FUN 

Teresa stood in the center of the room, completely nude. As Johnny entered the room she took a deep breath until her bare breasts stood firm ... her round pink nipples inviting him to caress them ... her thick pubic hair parting just enough for him to get a glimpse of her eager cunt. 

Johnny stared at her-she was the image of her mother and he would now have Teresa and her sexy mom as lovers. 

He pulled her trembling body against his muscular chest and let his hands Explore every curve of her sensuous figure. His cock ached to feel her hot pussy and Johnny knew that she would make his vacation as exciting as he had dreamed. She would be ready whenever he wanted her and when she had to work, her mother would fill the empty spot in his bed. 

All characters and events depicted in this book are purely fictitious. 

CHAPTER ONE 

Alan Edwards stretched his muscular arms back over his head of blond hair and stretched. His bronze-tanned body arched back as he yawned. When he came back to his relaxed sitting position up on the lifeguard tower, a smug smile came across his face. He was happy, feeling absolutely content and carefree. 

He had it easy. A great job. Sit all day by the pool and absorb a great tan, swim whenever he wanted, keep his eyes on the people lounging around or swimming in the olympic-sized pool. That was the best part, watching the people-in particular the females. It was almost impossible not to keep his eyes on the luscious, reclining bodies in their next-to-nothing swimsuits. And the majority were women: that's who came to country clubs during the weekdays while their husbands sat in some hectic office. 

Terra-Mar Country Club was one of the most exclusive and expensive country clubs on the whole San Francisco peninsula and he was lucky enough to land the lifeguard job. What a break, what a way to spend summer vacation from San Jose State University, where he was in his second year. 

When he wandered into the heavily-gated grounds of Terra-Mar three weeks ago, his pulse was pounding. He never thought he'd get the job. There must have been forty other guys there with applications. But the woman in charge of hiring, some social bigwig named Mrs. Grace Cunningham, liked it when he said, "I need the money to pay for the treatments on the skin cancer I'll get from the sun." 

For some crazy reason she thought that was funny as all hell. Next thing he knew they called and he was it. Weekday lifeguard, hundred and a quarter a week, pool privileges and his own private locker. 

He had an inkling of Grace Cunningham's secondary motive three days later when she showed up at the pool. This time she was in her swimsuit, if it should be called that. It was a string-tie job, with abbreviated patches of red cotton to cover the last frontier before absolute nudity. 

Alan was impressed. She had to be around thirty-eight but it didn't show. Her body was as tight and solid as any of the high-school girls constantly at the pool. Her mature, full-blown breasts filled the skimpy bikini top to the brim and bulged to each side with even more delicate meatiness. She had a flat, firm stomach and deeply cut waist above the husky, ripe thrust of wide, woman's hips. The graceful curve of her ass, only half-covered by the bottoms, slid abruptly down to long, smooth legs. 

Grace's well-groomed head of short, jet-black hair was in a perky, "younger" style which complimented the full lips and large, wandering eyes of her face. 

"Have everything under control?" she asked with her sultry, intriguing voice. 

"Yes, ma'am," Alan replied. 

"Good." Her hand touched his knee for an instant. Just enough to drive his metabolism into high gear, but not long enough for him to be positive about her motive. "I'm depending on you not to let me down." 

She went to a chaise longue and stretched her enchanting body out where he couldn't help but stare. No, I won't let you down, he said to himself as he shifted weight to allow the semi-erection in his swimsuit some relief from the stretching confinement. 

Then the bomb dropped in his crotch and blasted a half hard-on into the state of fully realized hard cock. Teresa Cunningham stepped from the clubhouse to the poolside and looked around for her mommy. Alan's hands clenched tightly to the armrests of his high chair to keep himself from plummeting to her gorgeous feet. 

It was all there. Everything Mom had, she passed on to dear daughter. At eighteen Teresa possessed the bodily proportions and heavenly face that only the artsy cartoonists who have their creations on the back of male magazine fold-outs can imagine. 

Her bikini was identical to Mom's, only white. White just like the whiteness of her untanned areas. She looked nude and hairless, like a grown-up baby, as the white flesh went beyond the cotton to the suntan line made by a larger swimsuit. The effect was more arousing than nudity; it was somehow obscene, just too much exposure for a mere man to take without having coronary problems. 

Teresa's giant breasts sat high and solid on her erect, poised frame. Alan could see the youthful uplift of the tits, which went against all laws of physics. The pulpy lumps of her nipples showed like shadows through the white fabric. And down below where the vee of material covered her crotch was a more distinguishable shadow, a shadow caused by the small patch of jet-black hair sitting in there. 

When she walked everything moved. The rounded buns of her ass hefted and dropped with each step, her breasts shuddered with solid self-support. She lay down next to her mother. Alan saw the daughter had long hair, jet-black too, but it hung down past her shoulders to the small of her back. Other than that, they were the same model: one young and firm, one mature and ripe. It was more than any man would dare dream of handling. 

But Mrs. Cunningham never went beyond an occasional pat on the shoulder or wink to show she was pleased with his performance on the job. She showed no interest in seeing his performance off the job. So Alan decided to let the mother have her way and concentrated on Teresa. 

She was a coy chick. Smart, well-schooled and pursued by half a dozen guys. Rich guys with Jaguars, tennis rackets, big smiles and styled haircuts. Alan's green Volkswagen didn't stand a chance: his tennis was more of an embarrassment than a game; his hair a collection of wisps, streaks and split ends. But he did have a smile. 

He used it and she smiled back. Then he used his nicest, friendliest personality, which seemed to get him nowhere. So he switched to the commoner-than-thou routine he reserved for emergency cases. His desire for the girl was quickly becoming a five-alarm emergency. 

The humbleness did it. He was pretty sure it would. Rich girls can't stand it when someone agrees that they're the greatest thing on earth. They get enough of that crap from parents to guarantee they'll hate it. And she did. 

"Why do you act like I'm such a big shot and you're a nobody?" she bluntly asked Alan. 

Alan grinned inside and looked hurt outside. "I'm sorry. I didn't think it showed." 

"Well, it does. Why do you act that way?" 

The vehemence of her questioning let Alan know he was under her skin, right where he wanted to be. "I don't know ... I guess it's because you have everything I want. Money, social status, beauty and charm." 

His words pounded in like solid-gold nails. She loved it but refused to admit it. "That's not true!" 

When she stamped her foot to enforce her protest, the tops of her mounded breasts jiggled like Christmas Jello molds. Alan held tight to his armrests and tried his smile. 

"I'm sorry, Teresa, but it is true. Look at it objectively. You're from a wealthy family that enjoys a respected social position in the community." 

"That's no reason to feel inferior!" she argued. 

"And you are very beautiful and extremely charming." 

"Oh, I am not ... " Her foot failed to stamp down on this protest. 

"There's no reason for you to be interested in someone like me. I'm from common stock, second-generation immigrants. And when I see someone as cultured and intelligent as you I automatically know you're above my class." 

She reacted with shock to the word "class." It was a dirty word, as bad as the word fuck in the 1950's. It was the one word to carry all the accusations of repression, bigotry, intolerance and snobbery that an eighteen-year-old girl looked forward to changing. 

When he saw the pink flush in her smooth cheeks Alan knew his veiled challenge was being taken. He had pressed the right button, tricked the Jaguars and taken a giant step into the attention of Teresa Cunningham. Now it was a matter of making her do all she could to rid him of this misconception-all she could. 

It started off slow, with frequent poolside talks and a noticeable lack of interest in tennis. Soon Teresa was coming to the country club for one reason alone, to see Alan and indulge herself in "adult" conversation. And Alan took his steps slowly to guarantee she never suspected his ultimate, insomnia-causing motive. 

After a week her boldness started to press through. Alan noticed that the casual positions she assumed while talking displayed more and more of her anatomy, in as appealing a way as possible. And it was impossible not to present it appealingly! Her interest in social righteousness was waning, a new drive was compelling her. Why hadn't he asked her out? 

She dropped every conceivable hint: expressed her boredom with the other guys at the country club, said how she usually had nothing to do at night, latched onto everything he showed interest in with the vehemence of "things in common." 

Alan finally couldn't hold back and asked if she'd consider going to a movie with him. His request was practically an apology for not being able to afford something more lavish. She hit him with an instantaneous "Yes!" 

Next came the dreaded meeting of the parents. He already knew Mrs. Cunningham and honestly wasn't looking forward to her reaction to his courting Teresa. He inhaled a deep breath to quell his nerves while pulling into the long Hillsborough driveway that curved up to the palatial, pillared-front entrance of the mansion. 

Mr. Cunningham answered the door, introduced himself, shook Alan's hand and smiled. Alan relaxed; the grey-templed man was okay, he appeared to be used to a kaleidoscope of young male callers after his daughter. But Grace Cunningham was a different story. She greeted Alan with visible coolness, a curt smile and a frigid "Hello, Alan." 

As soon as Teresa appeared, her beautiful body dressed in pure white slacks and a soft yellow tank top, Alan dragged her off. It was the first time he ever saw her dressed. What her bulging breasts and swerving rump did to the clothing was sinful. The delicious curves of her anatomy refused to be confined, obscured, or dimmed by something as foolish as clothing. 

Alan took her to a drive-in and by the beginning of the second feature had her in the back seat with her arms tightly wrapped around his shoulders. Their tongues danced to the introductory music and titles of the film they never saw. Teresa's generous, giving mouth made frantic sucks on the deep stabs of Alan's scooping tongue. 

His hands went to the breasts and pressed into the pliant masses of heaving softness. Teresa arched, jammed her hot tits fully into his plying fingers and groaned with ecstatic happiness before suddenly collapsing away and defending the honor of her flesh. 

"Alan, please ..." she meekly scolded. 

"I knew it," he said. 

"Knew what?" 

"That you didn't mean the things you said, that I'm really not good enough for a girl like you." He turned his back in a pout and waited. 

She couldn't allow it. "No, Alan, it's not that ... it's just that I ... I ... " 

Her sudden silence was unexpected. Alan turned and asked, "What?" 

She was crying, glistening tears rolled from her large blue eyes to drip down her cheeks as she admitted her reason for stopping him. "I'm a virgin." 

Alan felt like a Chinese gong had just been clobbered by a Sumo wrestler in his head. Impossible! Eighteen, stacked to the limits of nature, beautiful, popular-and a virgin? 

He coughed away the tightness in his throat before stammering, "Really? You're a virgin?" 

With an embarrassed nod of her head she readmitted the condition. "I'm sorry," she meekly whispered. 

"Sorry? There's nothing to be sorry about. We can overcome it," said Alan as his arms went protectively around the poor invalid. 

"I'm afraid," she whispered in his ear. 

Alan's guts were about to explode with excitement. He couldn't believe it, what a treat, an honor, a rarity! His hands tenderly lifted her tear-streaked face up to his and he kissed softly, caressingly until all the wet was gone. Then he sat back with her comfortably cradled in his arms. A thought ran through his mind. 

"Not here," he said. "Not in the back seat of an old Volkswagen ... not even in the back seat of a brand-new Rolls Royce, dammit!" 

"What do you mean?" she asked. 

"A hotel. We should go check into a nice hotel and enjoy it in comfort." 

With her face deeply buried in the crook of his arm, Teresa grinned. Presto! 

Alan crawled to the front and started the car. His head craned back and he asked, "That is if you want to go through with it? Do you?" 

"Okay," she quietly whispered. Her face went down to hide the mischief in her eyes. It worked like a charm, always did. Like she told her girlfriend Eileen, "If you ever want to get a guy to treat you right, tell him you're a virgin." 

Alan whined the transmission of the car into high gear and headed straight for the El Camino Real, where hotel after hotel sat along the road like toothpaste in a drugstore. Fortunately he had his pay in his pocket. Money wasn't something to consider during such a once-in-a-life-time event as a hymen breaking. 

"Guys and their games are great," she told Eileen. "They love to put one over on us girls ... The only thing to do is let them think they're doing it and put a bigger one over on them." 

Alan pulled into the first hotel he found-a new, brightly-lit structure with gardens and the standard spraying fountain. Teresa sat in the car as he checked them in, paid the $22.50 and came bounding back from the office. "Room 14B!" he announced. "King-sized bed, color TV and a vibrating mattress!" 

"Oh ... I've never been to a hotel with a guy before," she lied. "Don't they check to see if we're married?" 

"Hah! Not if they ever want to rent a room!" 

The room was expansive, colorful and brand new. Alan bounced down on the bed and sighed. "Nice place," he said. 

Teresa hung near the door and fearfully nodded. He went to her and gallantly took her into his arms. "Don't worry, Teresa, everything will be fine." 

"I hope so," she said. "I'm trusting you, Alan. Please be easy and understanding." 

His face glowed with flattered confidence as he steered her to the bed and eased the heavily breathing beauty of her body to the mattress. Alan lay down beside her and put his lips to hers. She kissed him with gulping lurches of her mouth as his hands delicately caressed across her neck, shoulders and back down to the blossomed breasts. 

She shuddered and made sure her warm breath was hitting his ear as his hands kneaded ever so gently into her tits, as they roamed from one to the other like they were trying to decide on an angle of attack. 

She arched up and felt his squeezing pressure on the warm globs. "Ohhh, it feels so good," she sighed. 

Alan dug deep into the flesh until he could feel the constriction of her tightening nipples before slowly sliding one hand under her top. His fingers caressed the sleek skin of her stomach, moving upward toward the bra-less mounds. She started to shiver when he reached the beginning slope of the warm, heaving tits. 

"Umm." Her head rolled from side to side with closed eyes as the relaxation of the exploring hands flooded through her torso. 

Her nipples were like spiraled wood-screws jutting off the tops of the succulent masses. Alan caught them between his fingers and squeezed tightly. The heated jugs flowed like masses of putty around his hands with swinging, rocking movements of her shoulders. 

"Oh, Alan, that feels so good," she sighed into his ear with a breathless whisper. 

He pushed the top up to her neck and exposed the gelatinous mountains. In the dim lamplight of the room he saw that the suntan line of her older bikini was overlapped by the later sun-tan, which stopped at a new border. Triangles of white, tender flesh surrounded each rose-red, puckered nipple. 

"Kiss them ... Please kiss them," she muttered as an uncontrollable whine came to her voice. 

As soon as his lips touched the burning fire of her nipples, Teresa threw herself up fully to his face. The pliant mammaries mushed against his chin, nose, eyes to pillow his face with warmth and eager comfort. He sucked one nipple deep inside his mouth and battered it with his tongue as her hands went to the back of his head and pulled him hard into the pile of mellowness. 

Alan applied pressure to the rubbery cap with his teeth and heard her suck for air. As he rolled the teat over his ivory sharpness, Teresa frantically jammed her hips up against his and started grinding. She twisted and humped until the feel of his stiff erection met her hunting body. 

She maneuvered herself so that the big rod grated right into the tight crotch of her white pants. The harder Alan bit on her nipple the more feverishly she scrubbed her cunt against his bulge. 

He rolled onto his back and removed his shirt quickly. But before he could get to his pants she was on top of him, grinding again, humping excitedly on the massive growth from his crotch. Her eyes were darting at his, she was licking her lips and delicately perspiring. 

For a virgin she's going at me like a vengeful divorcee, he thought to himself. 

Alan put his hands on the heaving roundness of her ass and felt it go tight. The big balls of muscle were flexing with power as she drove her sweltering crotch up and down. His fingers came up and slid down under the waist of the white pants to follow the rising field of her bald ass. 

"Ohh ..." she weakly whimpered as his hands moved deep down to cup each asscheek like a large melon. The plowing of her hips increased to non-stop fluttering jams against his hot pipe. 

The crease of her rump was wet with perspiration even though the globs of each bun were cool, refreshingly smooth. Her constant movement allowed his fingers to probe deep into the wet crack, past the anus and down to the boiling tissues of her screaming gash. 

The instant he touched the bottom-most part of her slit she shuddered throughout her whole body, pressed her breasts forcefully down to grind against his chest and plastered her cunt and exploding clitoris powerfully onto the pleasure-giving steel of his pecker. 

"Uhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned as a climax swelled through her and the ultimate pleasure was released from her guts. 

The crazed banging of her cunt against him was driving Alan to distraction. She was climaxing before he even got her pants off! Now he was convinced the girl was a virgin, pure, practically untouched ... and all his. 

As the trembling wash of the orgasm passed, Alan rolled Teresa onto her back and went straight for the buttons of her white pants. He could see the crotch was stained from the abundant flow of her juices. As he opened them up she sucked her stomach way in and hoisted her rear up to assist. He slid the pants down and away to leave her in nothing but a pair of white, see-through undies. 

The healthy pile of her black pubic hair was easily visible under the inadequate cover. The matted wisps of hair curled up against the diaphanous satin until he slipped it down. The crotch hair sprang up in a high fluff to tickle his fingers as her panties were swept away. 

While Alan struggled out of his slacks Teresa pulled the tank top from her head and lay back to watch. She felt good. The orgasm was real-it was such a turn-on to feel his gentle, cautious caresses, to know he was treating her like a rare delicacy indeed. And the gigantic feel of his erection! It was the largest cock she ever felt and for sure the hardest. She watched expectantly as he removed the slacks and saw the long pole jabbing high in his briefs. 

Teresa knew Alan was big; it was obvious in the swimsuit by the pool She had even dreamt at night about the ultimate size of the long, curled worm she occasionally made a quick, hungry inspection of. But now it seemed much larger than she ever dreamed, tremendous, beautiful, massive. 

Alan stripped his shorts down and Teresa made a silent gasp. The flared head was as wide as the head of a poised cobra and sat over a loglike stump which didn't seem to end. It all was based in a bush of brownish hair which curled down to fuzz his hanging scrotum. The shaft was red with a large blue vein circling and running directly up to the glans, which amazed her with a red-purple color. He was hot. 

Alan lay next to her. They were both completely nude. As his mouth came to hers Teresa experienced the greatest anticipation she'd ever known. She couldn't wait to feel her cunt straining around the fat cock, to have it whacking into her deepest pussy like a pile-driver. Her arms went eagerly around his neck and she started to jut her hips to his but stopped. That was not the action of a virgin. She waited. 

Alan took his time; he didn't want to frighten or scare her now when the moment of truth was so near. Gradually he pulled her close until her nipples touched against the hair of his chest. Then his hand slid to the small of her back and applied gentle pressure. Inch by inch she moved closer to his hot body until their thighs touched. 

She held her ass and cunt back away from the cock she was crying for. Alan eased his erection cautiously toward her until it touched her belly. She trembled. His hand moved to the jutting buns and pushed. She came fully against the fire-hot spike and let out a low, breathy sigh. 

"It's so big," she whispered. 

"Don't worry," soothed Alan. 

He had had one virgin before in his life and that was three years ago. She was a fourteen-year-old girl he casually met on the beach who bluntly asked him if he fucked. After admitting he did every time the chance came up, she asked if he'd mind doing it to her. 

The skinny little girl went berserk around his shaft, shed profuse tears, cried in pain and climaxed every half-minute. When it was over she thanked him with great sincerity and hobbled down the sand to rejoin her girlfriends, one of whom had been bragging about "getting it." 

But Teresa was eighteen; she had managed to make it through the toughest years without giving up; she had to have a strong will. Alan knew the last thing he should do would to be cause her unnecessary pain now. She deserved the best screwing he had in him. 

He waited until her body was grinding against him again before gently easing her onto her back. She rolled over with her legs tight together and looked up at him with doe-like questioning eyes "What do I do?" she asked. 

"First, relax," he said as his hands slipped her legs apart to open the path to her waiting cunt. And what a cunt! The vulva was an inflated mass of circling flesh around the bright redness of her juice-soaked slice. The black hairs of her crotch ended abruptly just above the gash like they were trimmed to the position; everywhere else was bare, hairless skin which glowed with pink ripeness. 

Alan was dying to eat into the cunt, to suck the lips into his mouth, to jam his tongue deep into the boiling wetness and suck her guts out. He wanted to explore her asshole and eat her from the coccyx to the navel. But he resisted the temptation; it was now time to break open the main channel. He could suck everything into his lips later. 

She didn't do a thing without his help. Teresa let Alan place her legs wide apart and watched as he came to his knees between her open thighs. He was being so kind, so fatherly that she almost giggled. She really liked Alan, he was the cutest guy she'd met in months. 

Alan gently laid his weight down to her body and kissed passionately before moving the broad head of his hard muscle up to touch her tender crack. Teresa tensed, he smiled, she relaxed and closed her eyes. Alan worked the pecker head back and forth across her juice-dripping lips until they parted to each side. 

He pressed in. Teresa groaned. He eased back, paused, pressed in again. She grimaced and smiled. He stopped. 

Her eyes opened. "Don't stop, Alan. I know it will hurt but I have to do it sometime." 

What a girl, he thought. What a brave girl. He pushed the thickness of his pillar deeper and felt the tight collapse of her lips around his glans. So far so good. Alan slowly worked his cock further into the incredibly tight hug of her slick, gushing walls. 

Teresa held herself in tight flex while making sure the rest of her body didn't display any tension. It wasn't tough to do, just squeeze down, on the fantastically wonderful hardness of his cock. It felt good, she was pleased with the size, the way it slipped in and peeled her hungry cunt open with the spade-shaped glans. 

Alan was less than half-way in when she grimaced, gasped and went real tense. The hymen. She gazed up at him; dots of perspiration were on her lips but her face glowed. 

"Wait just a moment," she begged. 

Alan did. Teresa inhaled, exhaled, relaxed and nodded to him with self-assured readiness. He pushed in and felt the taut resistance of her cunt walls. But Teresa did a brave thing, she humped her hips up at him and busted the hymen away with one swift motion. 

"Oh! Oh ...!" She smiled. Pride. Happiness. "That didn't hurt at all ... Oh, Alan you're so good." 

She broke down easily but Alan expected it. After all, she played tennis, had years of ballet as a child, was an athletic girl, all these physical activities in time served to shred and destroy the virgin head. 

Teresa was now lifting up to meet his short, gentlemanly thrusts. She was taking him in completely and sighing with each deeper insert. 

"Oh, Alan, it feels so great! I love the way it feels when you do that!" Alan was proud. He had steered her into a painless, joyous first time with no difficulty at all. He believed all men owed it to the rare virgins they found to treat them right, guide them well and teach them all the greatness of the pleasure they were embarking upon. 

Now his pecker was making full-depth plunges into her and she was taking it with eager pleasure. Her body was pounding up to his, shifting left and right, swinging under him on the pendulum of his stiff meat. Suddenly her body shook with the spasms of another orgasm. 

Perhaps the greatest thing about being the first cock into a cunt is that the tight hole just cries and explodes with appreciation around the pumping meat. Virgins climax easily if you go at it properly. They make up for a lack of coordination and practice with youthful eagerness. But Teresa was coordinated, she knew how to handle her body-another aspect of athletic upbringing. 

Alan's rod was pounding with explosive force. The head burned like liquid wax as it dug in and out of the clamping, shuddering tunnel of climaxing muscles. The tension in his loins turned to a flow of tingling heat, his testicles rumbled with release and he felt the delivery of his thick, hot cream coming. 

She was bucking up fiercely on his cock as he plastered it straight in, down and deep. She grunted and grabbed at his neck. Then the flood of his jizm sprayed into the newness of her glorying twat. 

"Ohhh," she sighed as she felt gobs of paste gushing inside her cooking hole. Geletinous streams of his sperm pumped with gush after gush to coat, paint and billow into the deepest channels and froth back up into the cock-filled tunnel of seething flesh. 

Alan eased up on his thrusts after climaxing. He knew she couldn't take a lot of cock on her first trip, better to go easy, give the sweet pussy a chance to toughen and become accustomed to the stretching and grating. He slid his long cock free of her hole and a sticky stream of goo dripped off after following the tip of his cock a good three inches away. It splattered down across the flawless white skin of her supporting ass. 

Teresa smiled. She dug his cock. Inside she felt great even though it didn't last long. So what? There'd be more times, she was sure of that. If one thing guaranteed true devotion and dedicated honor it was the virgin routine. And he'd never brag about the conquest to any guys, he was too smart to do that. Alan would know such talk only brings out competition. "Oh? She fucks now? Great, I'll ask her out and get the fucking she wouldn't give me before!" 

Alan rolled onto his back and cradled her head in his arm. It worked! The humbler-than-thou routine paid off with a great jackpot. What a girl! He was right all along, treat a princess like a queen and they'll do anything to destroy the image. Make a virgin feel like a virgin and she'll want to fuck like an overpaid whore. 

Yes, he'd be silent and cool, she decided. And she could play the social difference right back to him when she wanted to go out with one of the other guys. Tell him her mother set it up. Slowly put things on the basis of a secret romance like she had going with Larry. That'd be perfect. 

She'll be fucking like a wild bronco next time, Alan figured. She showed all the potential tonight, real skill. I bet she goes for some cock-sucking and cunt-eating too. And then we'll get to the asshole ... 

Beautiful cock, such a beautiful cock, she mused. Then she sat up and said, "Alan, you won't tell anyone about this, will you?" 

He smiled. "No, no, never." 

"Good. I really loved it," she continued. "Can we come here again real soon? I'd like to get here early and do it a lot so I can learn. You'll teach me, won't you?" 

He was beaming. "Of course." 

"Everything? Everything you know that's fun?" 

"Sure." 

CHAPTER TWO 

After one month and four more visits to the hotel with Teresa, Alan figured it out. Five visits at $22.50 each came to a grand total of $112.50. The two times they had dinner before retiring to their room cost him $48.00. That brought everything up to a grander total of $160.50. The depressing truth was, Alan figured, that he was well on the way to happy, well-screwed poverty. 

He needed the money for his next semester at college. But he also needed sex. Alan sat in his lifeguard tower and stared down at the reflections of sunlight dancing off the pool water. She was something else. After the first time she quickly responded to vigorous, athletic sexual sessions. Her enthusiasm and desire to learn led them right through the beginning areas of sex play to recreations which made Alan's head spin. 

That's what really bugged Alan. It was last night when the suspicions he'd been doing his best to ignore crystallized into undeniable evidence. For a virgin Teresa learned fast, very fast ... too fast. Faster than the teacher and that was a no-no. 

He closed his eyes and recalled the incident in detail to see just where it was, what it was that convinced him Teresa was faking, pretending to be a virgin, a beginner ... 

They'd had dinner in a restaurant she chose. Alan hadn't planned on it, but she asked if he was interested in her only for one thing and he had to prove otherwise, even though he wasn't. And the hotel, hell, that was an expense he accepted the first time because she was supposed to be a virgin and the second time because he wanted to treat her right. But after those preliminary visits he hoped they could express their mutual affection in the car, at the beach, in places where the toll didn't take the edge off the pleasure. 

But no. She was against the tackiness of backseat sex and feared being seen in the more casual love spots. Alan understood that if he wanted to screw Teresa it would be in a fancy hotel or not at all. 

They jumped into bed and fucked themselves to a quick climax as soon as they arrived. Then she turned on the television to watch a program while they rested. That was all right with Alan, he watched too and fondled her beautiful breasts at the same time. Then she caught him off-guard. 

Alan had eaten her out the last time but she never made a move for his cock. Suddenly her hand was on it, unconsciously stroking while she watched television. He didn't mind. Then the commercial came on and she turned her soft-lipped mouth around and kissed it right on the head. 

A thrill of excitement ran up Alan's spine. She wanted to learn, he realized. But before he could say or do a thing she had his cock totally imbedded inside the sweet warmth of her mouth. He felt his pecker head gouge deep and hit the back of her throat. He watched with amazement as she twisted her head to open her throat and take it inside. 

She gobbled his stiff cock without a second's hesitation, without as much as a choke or gag. Right in, straight, true and deep. The slickness of her mouth and throat ran along the whole shaft, swirling, sucking, licking him crazily. 

The pleasant shock threw him into a state of confusion. Could she have learned to take in a cock with such dexterity on dates? Dates where she maintained her virgin-head but sucked meat to appease the boyfriends? Was it possible she'd suck cock but not fuck? The idea seemed ridiculous to Alan but he tried to believe it. 

Teresa took long, slow draws up and down his cock until it gleamed with a thin film of her saliva. The commercial ended and she turned away. Alan waited a few minutes before deciding he had to find out more. 

She was on her stomach so he put both hands on the cheeks of her bare, round ass. She didn't seem to notice. He spread the buns apart and stared down at the perky pucker of the pink, tight anus. It was a beautiful, tender dot in a channel of very white, very smooth flesh. 

He put his index finger against it and softly caressed. Her hips started grinding, the rump lifted up against the pressure and twisted back and forth. She was responding hungrily to the tip of his finger, spiking up to it eagerly. 

Alan pushed his fingertip into the taut muscle and she jutted up. His finger slipped easily inside the tight, hot ring of her asshole. 

"Mmmm," she sighed while still viewing the tube. 

He was aghast. She pumped her soft fanny steadily until his finger was completely inside. Alan twisted it and made a tentative bend. 

"Yes ..." she groaned. Her eyes were closed, the program no longer held her interest. 

Alan had to know. He brutally ran his finger in and out of the asshole at great speed. Her groans grew louder and more ecstasy-ridden with each shoving stab. She was up to her knees with her face buried in the mattress, her ass jutting high and back to receive his finger with circular, bucking motions of her hips. 

The anus was expanding, the colon loose, her asshole now rimmed his finger loosely. Alan removed the index finger and pressed his thumb inside. Again she groaned. Again the muscle responded, growing loose. He squirmed two fingers deep into the clinging hole. 

"Uhhh!" she grunted. But she didn't lose her jutting rhythm for a second. 

Alan was frantic. His whole attitude was changing. He had to see how much she could handle. His fingers came out of the asshole and moved directly down to her hanging cunt lips. As they slid deep inside she squirmed but held the position while he arranged himself behind her. 

With his free hand he guided the thick stem of his cock against the waiting hole of her ass. As soon as the warm glans touched the wet ring she came down and back on him. Teresa took the cock inside her ass with one plunging lurch. 

"Oh ... I love that," she sighed. 

So did Alan. The non-stop humping of her rump was driving his cock insane with the caressing friction and muscular squeeze of her anus. He slowly pulled back and felt her tighten the ring of her ass around him again and again. He had only butt-fucked once before in his life but it was nothing like this. The girl was afraid to move, petrified with the massive fill of cock grinding deep into her asshole. 

But Teresa showed no hesitation, no pain, no resistance. Her pink asshole swallowed him quickly, expertly. 

The sweat was dripping off his forehead as Alan woke from his reminiscence and realized his cock was straining upward in his swim trunks. The final memory of his pecker unloading viciously, poundingly inside her clipping asshole made him gulp. His reaction to her non-virginal behavior and apparent experience had angered him and he let it out on her warm torso. The terrible thing was she loved it. 

It was early in the morning and few people were around. The pool area was empty. Alan climbed from his high chair and jumped into the cool water of the pool. As he emerged his mind was made up. Teresa had taken him for a fool, really played him along like a pro. 

He felt stupid. Hotels, dinners, virgin bullshit, he fell for it all. And he knew why. He was playing out of his league, she must have seen right through his humbler-than-thou routine right from the start. It was a tough thing for him to admit, being taken in by a young girl, but he did it. 

As far as Alan was concerned they were through. He didn't even want to tell her, just withdraw, not ask her out again, let her know she beat him. He toweled off and started up the side ladder to his chair when he heard the door open. 

It was Grace Cunningham coming from the poolside membership office. She didn't smile or acknowledge his presence until standing below him on the chair. "I'd like to see you in my office, Alan." 

She turned and guided her swinging body around the deck chairs back to her office. That's when Alan noticed how dressed up she was. High heels, nylons, a tight skirt around her jutting rump and business-like suit jacket. He came down from the chair and followed. 

Her office was modest, a simple affair with carpeting, several palm plants and a large desk. She quietly motioned for him to sit in the chair across from the desk. Her whole attitude gave Alan the premonition that he was about to be looking for a different job. 

She cleared her throat and stared directly into his eyes for several moments before speaking. "Do you like working here, Alan?" she asked. 

He knew it. That was the way someone began firing you, he was sure. "Uh ... Yes, Mrs. Cunningham." 

Her eyes flickered for a split-second and Alan was sure she took a quick peek at his crotch. "Do you want to keep your job here?" she asked. 

He swallowed. This was it. "Yes, ma'am, I do." 

She didn't spare a punch. Her eyes cut into him as she said, "Then stop taking out my daughter." 

The ice-cold threat of her words made Alan sit in stunned silence. There was nothing nice about the way she said it and he felt a touch of rage building. "What does my taking out Teresa have to do with my job?" he asked. 

"Nothing, except that I'm her mother and your boss. I have bigger plans for her than you fill and I believe she's taking you too seriously. Therefore I want it stopped." 

Alan started to boil inside. "Bigger plans than I fill?" he asked with a shrill voice. 

Grace smiled. "Alan, you know what I mean. I want Teresa to go to college, a good college. I want her to have all the advantages I didn't have." 

Alan couldn't believe his ears. "What advantages didn't you have?" 

"That's not the subject. What I'm telling you right now is that I disapprove of Teresa running around with a lifeguard. And I want it stopped. You understand that, don't you?" 

"Yes," answered Alan. 

"Good. Then it's settled, no more asking her out," said Grace. 

Alan looked into the pleased smugness of her eyes and said, "I'm sorry you feel this way. I'll get another job." 

"That won't be necessary. Just stop showing interest in her and everything will pass." 

"No. I'm still going to ask her out, Mrs. Cunningham," said Alan. "I'm not going to let you dictate who I can and can't socialize with." 

The pleased pink of her cheeks became a vivid red. "Why, of all the impudence! You're a very impolite young man!" 

"I'm learning fast, Mrs. Cunningham." He stood. "If it costs me my job I don't care ... " 

"Wait, Alan." Her manner changed. "You're in love with her aren't you?" 

He shot straight. "No. No, I'm not in love with her. But maybe she's in love with me." 

She inhaled. Grace hadn't expected this turn of events. She was sure their relationship was still casual enough for a split-up to be no big thing, but Alan's stubborn defiance could make it into much more than it was. 

"I'll see that you get a raise," she offered. 

"Money? Now you're trying to buy her out of it?" he asked. Suddenly Alan knew he wasn't interested in maintaining a relationship with Teresa, it was Mrs. Cunningham's self-assured manner that angered him. He wanted her to squirm. 

"I'm trying to buy you out of it!" she snapped back. 

"Sorry. I'll get a job elsewhere and just keep taking her out," he quietly said. 

"I won't allow it!" 

"How can you stop it? If she wants to see me she'll find a way." 

Grace knew he was right. Teresa had ways of getting what she wanted, stubborn ways, just as stubborn as this young man's. "What can I offer you to make you see it my way?" she finally asked. 

Alan shrugged. "Nothing, I guess." 

Grace was in a panic. The little bastard was putting himself above the offer of money, he didn't seem upset about losing his job, what was his price? She stood up and walked to the window of the office. Slowly she pulled the drawstring on the curtain until it closed. 

When she turned Alan saw the dead seriousness in her face as she said, "What if I offer you something better than my daughter?" 

He knew exactly what she meant but asked anyway, "What do you mean?" 

"I mean me." Her statement was level, serious. 

"You?" 

She removed, her suit jacket and undid five buttons one after the other down her white blouse. Without hesitation she opened the blouse to reveal the lusciousness of her bare, large-nippled breasts. 

"Yes, me." 

Alan stared at the soft, meaty tits and felt his cock growing swiftly in his swimsuit. They were absolutely beautiful jugs with pure white triangles of untanned flesh framed by the gold of her chest and stomach. The nipples were a lush pink and appeared pulpier than Teresa's. The breasts tantalizingly swayed before him. 

"You mean ... ?" 

"Exactly," she interrupted. "Promise me you'll leave her alone and I'll show you a time you never imagined possible." 

"And my job?" 

"You can keep that too. Just promise me you'll stop asking her out, stop paying attention to her." 

Alan's cock was about to rip through his swimsuit and she knew it. It couldn't be missed. The thick spike was obviously aroused. Grace finally felt she was bringing the situation back under control. She didn't like the idea of screwing this young buck but he drove a tough bargain. If it meant getting Teresa back onto the proper social level it would be worth it. 

"Okay," Alan said. 

"Fine." 

Alan watched as she walked to the office door and locked it. The swaying volumes of breast rocked from side to side but didn't once sag. Somehow her older body was turning him on much more than Teresa's ever did, perhaps it was the unusual situation, the cold businesslike attitude of Grace. Whatever it was, Alan realized he had never felt so eager, so hungry to get his hands on a body. 

Grace smiled warmly now and let it be known the bartering was over. Any bruised feelings or hurt egos would be forgotten now that the time of pleasure had arrived. She stood beside the office sofa and kicked off her high-heeled shoes. Then she reached up underneath her skirt to expose the length of her long legs and grab the tops of her panty hose. She rolled them down the smooth, tan flesh of her legs. 

As she undressed Grace kept a good eye on Alan. She liked his looks, his clean, simple manners and unaffected personality. He was a raw man without the complicated socialization of the men she was more accustomed to. No wonder Teresa goes for him, she thought, he's a breath of fresh air in an otherwise stuffy atmosphere. 

While she unzipped her skirt she thought about Mr. Cunningham, Walter. Dear Walter, hard-working Walter. He was a doll of a man but boring. His world consisted of profit columns and production schedules Grace had no desire to understand or even ask about. And he seemed happy in his world of high finance, happy with his beautiful wife and daughter, content enough to not even be aware of his wife's extramarital activities. 

Alan knew what her legs looked like, he knew what ninety-percent of her body looked like but now, now as she removed the endless array of garments it all seemed so different. The red lines around her waist where the panty hose had gripped gave her a human, vulnerable quality. The simple act of undressing before his eyes made Alan fidget with anticipation and a small amount of nervousness. 

After all, he was about to join bodies with a fully mature woman of wide experience and some knowledge. The fear he might not perform up to par was undermining his self-confidence. He wasn't about to initiate a virgin, fake or not; no, this was a total woman. 

Her high patch of ebony-black pubic hair glistened with health in her crotch as Grace sat on the sofa and smiled. She was waiting for him to remove his swimsuit. Alan's eyes traveled from her breasts to her crotch, to the sleek legs and back to the beige-pink nipples. He slid his hand inside his trunks and worked them over his erection and down his legs. 

His nervousness flooded away the instant he realized Grace had moved. As soon as the flared, red head of his cock popped into sight Grace slid from the sofa to her knees and came to him like a praying sinner. Her mouth was wide open as she tilted her head up to engulf the dazzling beauty of his young, firm rod. 

She sucked the meaty column into her lips with one-inch lurches and paused for air. Bit by bit she chomped down the length of his pounding-hot cock until it disappeared totally inside her. She washed her head back and forth to grate the head of the giant against her stuffed throat. 

"Mmmm!" she moaned with total delight. 

Alan's knees felt weak as she inhaled his cock with complete abandon. The sophistication had left Grace Cunningham with her clothes. Now she was nothing more than a woman going insane with desire for his cock. 

He could feel her tits caressing his thighs as she energetically pumped her sucking mouth up and down. Her hands came up behind him to cup and snuggle into the crack of his ass. The thrilling shudders of joy rippled up and down his back as her fingers probed into his warm crack to find his asshole. 

Alan didn't have a chance. Her index finger found the mark and started following the ring of his ass around and around. It felt too good for him to do anything but enjoy it. Then the probe dug inside the tight muscle and he felt her slipping deep into the exploding regions of his ass. 

She sucked hard and pulled back with her teeth softly grating his cock as her finger dipped and twisted to drive him up a sudden wall. Alan's body went tense and she plummeted down hard on his cock just as it gushed. The thick honey of his balls filled her mouth, coated her tongue, ran in streams down her gulping throat. 

She kept gouging with her finger as lurch after involuntary lurch came from Alan's hips. He swore he was still pumping juice in her mouth long after his usual climaxes ended. But the finger was driving him, causing him to make jerk after jerk into her sperm-dripping lips. 

Grace took each glorious cram of cock like her mouth was a pussy. As he withdrew she sucked hard with her lips to draw all the delicious cream back to her gulping throat. She devoured him, licked hungrily at his scrotum as if she were urging it to pump out more of the delicacy, kissed up, down and around the glistening muscle. 

Her finger slowly eased from the depths of his anus and Alan whispered, "Wow ... " 

She grinned. The spot of sperm on her cheek destroyed anything that was left of the overbearing boss-lady image. She was greedily waiting for more of the steel-hard pecker. Grace slowly rose, brushing her tits against his cock, his stomach, his chest on her way up. Finally she wrapped her arms around his neck and thrust the flat of her stomach against his. Alan could feel the soft fur of her cunt tantalizing his cock. 

It was still up. Erect, stiff, ready. She wrapped a hand around the massive base and slowly urged him to the sofa. 

"I want to feel this beautiful cock inside me," she said with a deep-throated voice. 

She sat with her legs far apart, the gleaming red lips of her heated, wet pussy stretched up and out to give Alan a good look. It was the full-fledged cunt of a woman; strong, muscular tissue heaped alongside the folds of redness let him know she could work her cunt any way she pleased. 

"I want to feel the inside of your pussy," he said. 

Her legs parted even wider as he reached down and put a finger into her juicy heat. The soaked lips slid easily apart to expose the boiling pinkness of her inner tissue. Alan slipped a finger deep into the hole and touched the super-soft lining of her smoothness. 

"Yes," she sighed. "Oh yes ... " 

He came back out and worked up to the lumped knob of her clitoris. As he pressed hard against it she shivered, the nipples of her breasts immediately started to draw up to puckered cones. He worked the clitoris back and forth as his mouth came down to suck at each taut nipple, to draw it in deep and bounce it between his teeth. 

Grace's hand was pumping with terrific speed along his cock but Alan knew he had nothing to worry about now. He had climaxed once, it would be quite a while before he did it again. And this experienced woman had somehow managed to keep his tool stiff, keep it up there where it belonged. 

"Eat me," she was hissing in his ear. "Eat my cunt, please. Eat me ..." she begged. 

Alan moved his face down to her thighs and felt the cooking heat of her crotch. The odor of ripeness filled his nostrils as his tongue came out to touch the pussy lips. 

"Umm ... " she groaned, Grace loved nothing more than to have her box sucked. It was the one thing she went berserk over and the one thing she couldn't get enough of. Even the times her husband did it, or one of the select gentlemen she met with, never seemed to really satisfy her. But this youth, this child was making her cunt cry tears of anticipation even before his tongue was inside. 

Alan brought his flat tongue upward in a wide sweep across the drooling gash and felt her hips rise and push to him. The hair was tickling his nose, her thighs were brushing against his shoulders as she gave him wide berth. He stabbed in far enough to find the clitoris and rolled it from side to side with increasing speed. 

The faster he went the more animated she became. Her ass was lifting off the sofa and her thighs were clamping closed around his head then whipping wide back as his tongue vibrated the core of her cunt for endless minutes. Then Alan made the deep digging probe inside her flowing hole to feel the gushing softness. 

He came out and went back to her clitoris and again she reacted with total abandon. He knew he had the key to her happiness in his mouth, the most sensitive spot. Alan worked diligently on the crystallized pecker of her cunt until her thighs crashed in on him to muffle her screams of delight. 

"Oh! Oh! Uhhhhhh!" 

Her soft ass was rubbing up hard against his chin, her hips were smashing hungrily at his sucking face as a passionate climax enveloped her. His whole head was buried between her humping legs as the payoff of sweet wetness gushed happily from her clamping cunt. 

Finally everything was still and Grace dropped back on the sofa with flushed cheeks and heaving chest. The white areas of her body now beamed with hot pinkness, a smile Alan never saw before came across her face. 

"Oh, I underestimated you, my fine friend," she whispered. "But you've shown me a whole new perspective." 

He didn't know what she meant and didn't feel like asking. Alan was eager to sink his cock into the oiled cunt, to send it deep and take his time working up to an explosion. He lay upon her body, their feet on the floor and squirmed the head of his cock in tight against the welcoming yawn of her sighing box. 

"Wait," she whispered. Then she rolled over until she was on her back. 

Alan crawled into position between her legs and saw she was smiling that smile again. "It's your show, Alan. I'm bushed," she said. 

He eased his cock into the firm grip of her cunt. It felt as tight, as small as Teresa's, only much softer. When she raised herself up to take more cock, the movement was smooth, exact, precisely what he wanted to feel. The head of his pecker slid all the way in and she grimaced with pleasure as it touched deep.

"Oh ... that's good, that's the way it should be," she sighed. 

Alan started slow, very slow. He wanted to feel the tender kiss of her vagina all along his rod. She was motionless for several minutes before making her first move. That was a high lift and sideways jerk. Alan's cock sank deep and rammed hard into one wall. She groaned. 

He kept directing his plunges into the one wall and felt it grow amazingly hot, felt the friction increase as he smeared away the lubricating fluids. Now she was clipping at him from the side to help. Each stab hit right on target, right into a soft patch of tissue that was growing hotter and more sensitive each time. 

Alan imagined a blister forming on the spot, wondered if it was a favorite spot of hers or if she just picked one at random to batter silly. But it was a gas carrying on the precision movements, he loved it. So did Grace. Her guts erupted with another orgasm to send the whole length of her twat into clapping spasms along his spike. 

It was like a thousand tiny hands jacking him off, digging into the rim of the glans, punching, kicking, hugging his cock like a welcome hero. 

"God! I can't believe it!" she screamed out loud. 

Alan's ass was moving fast now, sending his pole deep and fast as the infection of her climax spread to him. He was proud as hell to have such a dignified lady going crackers under him, proud as punch. And punch he did. His fat-headed cock was jamming into her like the fist of a heavyweight prizefighter to ring the final bell. 

Alan's back was aching from strain when he finally felt his second climax coming. It started off as a thought in the back of his mind and just grew. His head was reeling, sweat dripped from his temples, each breath was a lurching gasp as the thought became a true physical feeling somewhere down by his knees. 

It spread upward to numb his thighs and make his nuts feel ten times their normal size. That's when he realized the ringer was in his ass again. He couldn't remember her sticking it in there, it was just there, twisting, rolling, stabbing down to inflame his guts. 

He frothed over with one constant pumping action that didn't end until he was empty. Alan remembered the wonderful cushion of her breasts as he collapsed onto them, the comfortable hug of her happy arms around his shoulders. The cream seeped from his pecker to glue them together. 

He could hardly hear her speaking. "You were wonderful, Alan, just wonderful ... I'm so glad I stopped you before you got to Teresa ... She'd never let you go if she felt as good as I feel now ... " 

Alan shook his head and tried to swallow the dryness in his throat. "Huh?" 

"Oh, nothing, just relax, my dear, just relax." 

"What did you say about Teresa? About getting to her?" 

"It doesn't matter anymore, Alan. Forget about her. Now you're mine," she whispered. 

"Yours?" 

"Yes, dear, there's no reason we can't get together again," she said. 

The idea didn't seem bad to Alan and anyway he was tired as hell. The last thing he remembered was Grace telling him not to worry about guarding the pool for a few hours, she'd get one of the other guys to watch. He needed his rest and should take a nap. 

Like a well-fed Cheshire cat, Alan went to sleep. 

CHAPTER THREE 

All of a sudden everything was cool. Teresa didn't know what to make of it. Alan wasn't smiling, barely talked to her and hadn't asked her out all week. Worst of all, she couldn't get a reason out of him. 

Teresa finished her last lap across the pool and rested at the edge. She looked up at Alan in his chair. He had his attention focused at the other end of the pool. Teresa shrugged; it was over, she knew that. And it didn't bother her that much either ... except for not knowing the reason why. 

Alan was fun, great, terrific in bed, but he could be replaced, she figured. Teresa decided the last thing she would do would show him any signs of hurt. After all, she had her pride. Who did he think he was anyway? 

She pulled herself from the water with a full, quick movement to make sure the top of her bikini was pulled enticingly low. The patches of fabric hung loosely down to reveal the upper ovals of her pink nipples. She let the suit stay where it was while slowly toweling off. 

"You'd be better off without that suit." 

Teresa looked up. It wasn't Alan who spoke; he was still looking away. She turned and faced Johnny Carvel. 

Teresa grinned and winked. "Hello, Johnny. I might be better off without the suit but I'd be thrown out of the club real fast." 

A smile came across the deeply tanned face of Johnny as he replied, "You bet and I'd be the first guy to carry you out." 

"Sure," said Teresa. "And as soon as my mother found out you'd be out of a job and we'd be looking for a new bartender." 

Johnny Carvel's face went serious and Teresa felt a surge of tingling excitement in her stomach. "I don't think you'd tell her," he said. 

Her face matched his expression. "No, I don't think I would." 

Alan watched as Johnny sauntered by the pool and disappeared into the poolside clubhouse. Johnny was the swarthy, handsome bartender at Terra-Mar Country Club, someone Alan had never met officially but on occasion exchanged nods of recognition with. He wasn't sure if he liked the guy or not, he was just there, mixing drinks for those who wanted them and never attracting much attention. 

Alan looked down. Teresa was gone. Her wet footsteps left a path toward the bathhouse where the sauna and steam rooms were located. He saw Teresa's girlfriend, Eileen, get up from her lounge and follow the prints. 

"Did you see where Teresa went?" Eileen asked Alan. 

"I guess she's in the bathhouse," he answered. 

Eileen smiled and batted her eyes before leaving. Alan watched the tight roll of her rounded rump as she walked away. She was a thin girl with small, high breasts and an amazingly slim waist. Her long legs and statuesque facial features were sure to get her into a career as a high-fashion model, Alan figured. 

Alan relaxed and basked in the hot sun while thinking about his present situation. He and Grace Cunningham had met again yesterday afternoon. In her office. That was much better than paying for a motel room. She ravished his body like a starving lioness, exhausted him, drained every last ounce of energy and power from his limbs. 

"You're the best I've ever had," she said when it was over and they rested. 

Alan was proud. After all, Grace wasn't any teenager who didn't know what she was talking about. She was married and had obviously had several affairs prior to Alan. It was a much better deal with Grace than with Teresa. The only part he didn't like was having to snub Teresa. 

But Grace insisted on it. No talking, no nothing. Just turn off and pretend her daughter didn't exist. Alan wanted to end it with Teresa before Grace made her pleasant offer of flesh for flesh but he didn't want to make an enemy of her. He knew he could have somehow stopped the relationship with Teresa in a much nicer way. 

Teresa was fuming mad as she went into the bathhouse. He hadn't even looked at her! The dirty bastard was acting like she didn't even exist! With no explanation why! She stomped in her bare feet to the sauna and jerked open the door. It was a board-lined cubbyhole with a wooden bench on one end. She stepped inside, locked the door and turned the heat up to the maximum. 

She plopped down on the bench and started to cry. Why won't he say anything? she asked herself. What did I do to him? One day we're as close as any two people can get and the next day I'm not even alive! She slammed her hand down on the bench and sniffed back the tears. 

There was a knock on the door. "Teresa? Are you in there?" came a voice. 

Teresa wiped her eyes. It was Eileen. She opened the door and said, "Hi." 

"Can I join you?" asked Eileen. 

Teresa stepped back. "Sure, come on in, but lock the door so on one else comes in." 

"Sure." Eileen locked the door and sat on the bench next to Teresa. "I wondered where you went. You just took off out at the pool." 

Teresa nodded. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I was upset and just wanted to get away." 

"Alan?" Eileen asked. 

Teresa drew her lips together. Yeah." 

"Is he still giving you the cold shoulder?" 

"More than ever. I just don't understand why!" Teresa let her fist pound down on the bench. 

After a pause Eileen pushed her red hair away from her forehead and said, "I think I do." 

"You do?" 

She nodded. "But I don't know how to tell you. It's just something I heard Johnny say. It might not mean anything ... " 

"What?" asked Teresa. 

"I didn't think it was anything, didn't think it was possible ... But yesterday I kept my eyes open and now I think it could be true ... " 

"For God's sake, Eileen, will you tell me what you're talking about?" 

Eileen paused, inhaled, then said, "Your mom." 

"My mom? What's she got to do with this?" 

"Well ... you know how we sort of suspected she and Johnny had a thing going?" 

"An affair? Yes, I remember that." 

Suddenly Eileen was talking a mile a minute as the momentum of gossip took over. "Well, the day before yesterday I was in the room near the bar and I heard him talking with some guy. The guy was asking him how things were going with Grace. Johnny didn't really answer directly, he said, just said your mom was a nice lady." 

"So?" asked Teresa. 

Eileen held her hand up. "But the guy kept asking-you know how guys talk-until Johnny said Grace was her own woman and could do what she wanted. The guy at the bar laughed and accused Johnny of trying to hide the fact that she dumped him cold." 

"Really?" asked Teresa. 

Eileen nodded. "She must have because he didn't say anything else except ..." 

"Except what?" 

Eileen was serious. "I don't know if you're going to like this or not but I'm just telling you because you're my good friend and I think you ought to know." 

"Will you tell me?" 

"He said your mom lost her interest in the bartender and was now interested in the pool-tender." 

"Pool-tender?" 

"I wondered what he meant," continued Eileen. "So yesterday I kept one eye open and saw Alan go to your mom's office in the afternoon. He was in there for two and a half hours!" 

Teresa sat up straight until her back pressed against the hot boards of the sauna. The heat was stifling, cooking. She held her lips together tightly in an effort to keep from yelling out with fury. But the anger overpowered her lips and she shouted, "That bitch!" 

"I'm not sure now" added Eileen quickly. "I'm just telling you what I saw ..." 

"That bitch!" screeched Teresa. She jumped to her feet and took the five paces to the door before collapsing against it and cursing again. "Of course ... That explains everything. She kept asking me what I saw in Alan, kept trying to tell me I could do so much better ... The bitch!" 

"You think she made a play for Alan to break you guys up?" asked Eileen. 

"I'm sure of it! That's just the kind of filthy trick she'd pull on me! She must have told him he could fuck her anytime and any way he wanted if he dropped me! The bitch! I'll get her for this!" 

"What can you do?" asked Eileen. "He took her up on the offer, didn't he?" 

"I'll fix him too!" 

"How?" 

Teresa sat back down. "I don't know but I'll think of something. First, I want to get back at her. Who the hell does she think she is? Fucking around with a bartender, cheating on my father like some whore and having the gall to decide who is good enough for me?" 

"That is pretty hypocritical," said Eileen. 

"Hypocritical? That bitch is just trying to manipulate me, trying to keep me pure and clean so some rich asshole son of a millionaire will marry me! That's her game. Get married to some dumbbell, then fuck the lifeguard, the bartender, the milkman!" 

"Gee, you're mad," remarked Eileen. 

"You bet I am!" Teresa's eyes lit up. "I know what I'll do! I'll really get her goat!" 

"What? What'll you do?" 

Teresa laughed and laid her head back against the wall. A thick coating of perspiration covered her broiling body. "I'm gonna let her have her lifeguard ... But instead of finding myself some nice, cultured young man I think I'll go for a tall, dark bartender." 

Eileen's eyes widened and she leaned forward with her mouth open. "Johnny? You're going to go after your mother's lover?" 

"Ex-lover," Teresa calmly said. 

"Wow," said Eileen. "She'll blow her stack." 

Teresa chuckled. "That's what's so great about it, she can't do a damned thing. Can you imagine her admitting that she had an affair with Johnny? Can you see her trying to tell me to cool it? Ha! I'll laugh in her face!" 

"You'll have an affair with Johnny just to get revenge on her?" 

Teresa smirked. "No, not just revenge. I've always wondered what it would be like to sleep with him. I bet he knows his stuff all right ... " 

"Yeah, he's been around I'll bet. I guess it could be fun." 

Suddenly Teresa turned to her friend and smiled. "How would you like to help?" 

"Me? What can I do?" asked Eileen. 

"Just screwing around with Johnny won't be enough revenge," said Teresa. "I want to teach her a real good lesson." 

"What else can you do? What can I do?" 

Teresa said it coldly. "Have an affair with my father." 

Eileen's mouth fell open. "What?" 

"Make a play for my dad. You told me hundreds of times you think he's real nice, very handsome." 

"Yeah, but ... but ... " Eileen stammered. "I just can't go up to him and suggest we fuck!" 

"Why not? If I know him he'll laugh it off and say something real charming. Then ten minutes later he'll suggest a time and place." 

Eileen was aghast. "Your father? He's not like that, he's an important man. He wouldn't have anything to do with a young girl like me." 

Teresa grinned. "The hell he won't. I've seen him when you're over visiting me. He keeps a good eye on you, believe me. You turn him on." 

"No ... " 

While nodding her head, Teresa said, "Yes." 

* * * 

Johnny Carvel wasn't feeling too great. It wasn't every day he got dumped for a young kid. It used to be he moved in on the territories of the older guys and nailed their women. But now he had to face it, he was thirty-four and each year the competition would get stiffer. 

Stiffer. He smirked. That was the word, all right. Not that he had lost any of his own hardness or talent but it was an uphill fight. The ladies his age and slightly older seemed to demand more and more each year while they turned him on less and less. What Johnny had to admit was he wanted the fresh young stuff as much as the ladies did. 

That was it. A nice, tight young cunt to really make him feel like a kid himself. The only problem was that the young girls never had money and usually expected to be shown a good time. That cost him money. The older women had money and with the proper approach never hesitated to spend it on him. He liked that almost as much as fucking them, having them spend their old man's hard-earned bucks on him. 

He was wiping down the bar for the hundredth time that afternoon when he lifted his face and saw the tits. Gems, the nicest set of tits in the whole country club. Teresa Cunningham's tits stretching against that ridiculous excuse for a swimsuit. 

He looked all the way up to her face. She smiled. He smiled back. "What can I do for you, Teresa?" Johnny asked. 

"I'd like a Tom Collins," she said. 

Johnny's eyebrow lifted. "You trying to get me fired? You can't be in this bar, let alone have a drink, until you're twenty-one." 

"A Tom Collins, please," she said. 

"You have to be old enough, Teresa," he repeated. Then he added, "I'm sorry." 

"I'm old enough to do a lot of things, Johnny. And drinking is just one of them." 

Johnny liked the direction of her conversation. He also liked the husky sound of her voice. She had never acted like this with him before. He was interested. The bar was empty, so he mixed a Tom Collins, dropped a cherry in it and placed it on the bar between them. 

Teresa reached for the drink but Johnny grabbed her wrist. "Like I said, if I give you this drink I'm putting my job on the line. And before I do that I want to know what else you think you're old enough to do." 

He was leaning close and smiling. Teresa swallowed, smiled back and drew up her courage. "I'm old enough to give you what you want," she whispered. 

But Johnny wasn't satisfied, he wanted to hear the exact words. "And what is that?" 

"You know," she smiled and winked. 

"Say it. Tell me exactly what you'll do if I give you this drink." 

Teresa's cheeks were flushed. She blinked. "I'll fuck you," she stated. 

Johnny felt the head of his cock swell in his pants as she said it. He liked that. He loved to hear a woman use the coarse vernacular. And he loved to use it himself. 

"What makes you think you can handle me? I might break your sweet little cunt with my big prick," he said. 

"If that happens I'll use my mouth," Teresa answered. 

Johnny swallowed. She was serious, absolutely serious. He had received some pretty direct propositions in his years behind the bar but they usually came from some desperate broad who was either drunk or unappetizing. This was the first time a real dish, a young plum who could have her choice of guys, ever popped the suggestion. 

Johnny released Teresa's wrist and pushed the drink at her. "There's a stockroom right behind me. Pick up the drink and take it in there. I'll be there in a couple of minutes to see if you're all talk," he said. 

Teresa picked up the drink and slid from her barstool. As she moved behind the bar and went through the door to the small room lined with cases of liquor she said, "I can't talk with my mouth full." 

Johnny nervously wiped down the bar again. The pool area had two people in it, both lounging half-asleep in the sun. They hadn't ordered a drink all day and he doubted if they'd want to start now. Alan was slumped in his lifeguard stand and looked just as oblivious as the sun-bathers. Grace Cunningham had been in her office earlier but left to go home and prepare for the dance tonight. Everything would be dead for at least a couple of hours. 

He dropped his bar towel onto the floor. Even if someone did want a drink they'd call out. He could just step out of the stockroom, take care of them and go back. He went to the door, turned the knob and quickly disappeared inside. 

She was totally nude. Standing there against the cardboard cases along the far wall without a thing on. Johnny pushed the door shut and pressed the lock on the knob. His breath felt like a loaf of bread in his throat. She was the image of her mother with everything tighter, higher, swollen with the vibrancy of youth. 

Teresa inhaled a deep breath until her bare breasts lifted up high and out. Her round, pink nipples stared at Johnny like two amazed eyes. The soft flesh of her breasts thrust at him like solid, pointed melons. He realized his cock was jamming forcefully upward in his pants. 

She held out the glass, the liquid was gone, all that remained were two ice cubes and the red maraschino cherry. "Delicious," she said. 

His eyes took in the furry mound above the red lips of her tight-looking pussy and flawless thighs. "I'll say," he remarked. 

Teresa sat down on one of the liquor cases and spread her legs wide apart. The gleaming tissues of her cunt opened up to invite Johnny home. He quickly unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. She watched closely as he dropped the pants to his knees, kept an eye on the sizable bulge straining in his white jockey shorts. 

Teresa gulped with anticipation as he lowered the shorts and let his long, red stick slide out. It was a beautiful cock with a wide, flared glans and thick, powerful shaft. Johnny's jet-black hair was piled around the base and ran like a dark shadow up under his shirt. His balls hung low and were also covered with the abundant hair. 

As Johnny moved closer Teresa reached into the glass and withdrew the cherry. She held it between her thumb and index finger while lowering it down to her crotch. Johnny stopped moving and stared as she slipped the little fruit between the lips of her cunt and shoved it deep inside with one finger. 

"Now you can say you got my cherry," she remarked. 

Johnny loved it. Her crudeness, her lack of childish play and foolishness was making his cock pound. He dropped to his knees and buried his face into the warm, soft, hugging comfort of her thighs. Teresa lay back and felt his tongue reach up into her hole for the cherry. 

She smiled. He was going to be great. His tongue was really doing a dance inside her. She could feel him lapping the moisture from each wall, sucking at her juicy lips, digging against her clitoris, driving the heat in her guts to a steaming pitch. 

Johnny had never tasted a sweeter, fresher cunt in all his life. The muscular box was shivering around his tongue, going crazy as soon as he got it in there. She was an easy, quick turn-on and he liked that. He hated to have to kill himself getting a woman worked up and panting before he could slam his cock to her; he liked the instant type, the ones who creamed up just at the sight of his tool. 

The cherry rolled down to his lips and he sucked it inside his mouth. Then he pulled away from the shaking cunt and kissed his way up Teresa's flat belly to the mountains of tit. They met his face to envelop it in softness. He kissed each nipple and gave it a wet suck until they stood up hard like two petrified rosebuds. 

His mouth left the breasts and moved to hers. Teresa met his lips and dashed her tongue hungrily against his. He was a man, a real man, mature, worldly, passionate. Her heart was throbbing rapidly as she felt his tongue unroll and press the cherry into her mouth. 

"Eat your own cherry," he whispered. 

Teresa shuddered as he took her hand and placed it on the hot head of his cock. She wrapped her fingers around the stiff muscle and stroked down to the fuzzy hair and back up to the flared glans. It was long, hard and burning in her hand like a smoldering log. 

He stood up and the stiff cock was before her face. "Suck it," he said. 

Teresa puckered her lips and pushed the cherry out until it was perched up front as she moved toward the sleek shaft. The cherry rested against the tiny hole on the tip of his cock as she plunged. She engulfed the long spike and felt it shove the cherry deep back into her throat where it disappeared like food being fed to a baby bird. 

She held her lips tightly around the meaty shaft so she could feel the veins, skins and tendons moving into her mouth. She didn't stop going down on the cock until her nose touched the hair and her throat screamed with stretching. As she backed away her tongue washed around his glans to scrub it into even more heat. 

Teresa kissed the tip of his cock and looked up. Johnny gazed into her eyes with complete approval. "You may be young," he said, "but you sure as hell know your stuff." 

"Put it in me," she said. 

Johnny didn't move. "Put what in what?" he asked. "I want to hear you say it." 

"Put your beautiful cock in my cunt," she said. The thrill of her language was obvious to Teresa as Johnny's eyes lit up happily. 

"And when my cock is inside your pussy what do you want me to do with it?" he asked. 

She giggled. "Fuck me." 

"Fuck you how?" 

"Fuck me hard." 

"What else?" 

"Just fuck me and fuck me and fuck me. Ram it up inside me deeply and make me come all over you," she said. 

Johnny's breath was rapid. The girl liked his game, his cock was throbbing fiercely. "And what about me?" 

Teresa laughed, she was really turning him on. "I want you to make me come then put it back in my mouth until you cream down my throat." 

"Get on your hands and knees," Johnny quickly said. 

Teresa didn't hesitate to drop to the floor and turn her round, soft ass back at him. Johnny dropped to his knees behind her and slid a hand deep into the moisture of her crotch. The slick cunt lips met his fingers and coated them with juice as he stabbed deep inside. Then he brought the dripping fingers out and smeared his cock-head with the lubrication. 

He nudged up close to her ass and felt his cock head touch the greased softness of her gash. Then he leaned forward until the lips yawned open around his blunt tip and squeezed a hugging ring around it. She was tight but slick. Johnny's cock moved inside the burning clasp of her pussy with a steady, stretching movement. 

"Umm," Teresa moaned as she felt the wonderful shaft filling her cunt up, stretching it, making it quake with happiness. 

Johnny moved all the way inside until his hips touched the jutting meat of her ass. He was deep and she was groaning with pure pleasure. 

"Do you like it?" he asked. 

"Yes, oh ... yes," she moaned back. The walls of her cunt were shaking around his spike. 

"What do you like about it?" 

"The size. Your cock is big and it makes my pussy feel so small," she answered. 

Johnny gritted his teeth, her words pleased him so much. He pulled the pecker way back and plunged it deep once again. Her ass jutted back to receive the deep thrust and slap against his hips. Teresa grunted and felt the stretching pain leave her cunt to travel up her spine, to make her nipples tingle, to make her whole cunt feel like crying. 

"I'm gonna ram my cock up your cunt until you beg me to stop," he stammered. 

"Yes! Fuck me until I cry!" 

His hands grabbed her around the waist and suddenly Johnny's ass was blurring with speed as he humped his cock with fast, long strokes in and out of her drooling box. Teresa's breasts were flopping back and forth as she met each plunging jab with a backward push and twist. 

The hard cock was making her feel good, real good. The trembling inside her cunt turned to a torrent of contractions as the pecker drove her into a climax. She closed her eyes and felt the ripples of heat burn throughout her body, felt her hole spasmodically shudder and gush juice all over the non-stop rod. 

"Oh God! Yes! Mmmm," she moaned. 

Johnny moved his hands down to cup the swaying tits and squeezed hard. She was easy to climax and really a wild animal. Her perfect body was jamming at him for cock, twisting, reeling under him. He remembered back to when he was a kid in school and the girls he screwed would go crazy, lose all control and just go berserk. It was just like that, just like he was a kid again. 

Except for one thing. He knew his stuff now. His cock was stiff as a pipe and already she had climaxed once. He didn't pause, instead he quickened his pace into the clamping cunt and felt it instantly respond. He didn't give it a chance to recover or rest. Johnny wanted to have her go wild under him again. 

It didn't take long. He kept slamming his meat into her and worked at the pliant tits until the nipples were hard again. He squeezed into the spongy flesh until it oozed between his fingers and cooked in his palms. Teresa was grinding her chest against his fists, wrenching, causing her breasts to stretch and pull. 

The fat cock was doing it to her again. Without warning her guts went tight and the explosions started. She could feel her own juices dripping down her thighs as the cock plunged in and out. It felt like he was ripping the tits right off her body. It felt great. 

Johnny laid his full weight on top of her as he felt the climaxing contractions of her cunt. She had to drop down flat on the floor as he smothered her writhing body under his and felt the movements of her ecstasy. The full meat of her ass cushioned his belly as he slowly worked his meat into the grab of her cunt. 

After her climax passed, Johnny rolled onto his back with his glistening erection stabbing stiffly up and waited. Teresa knew it was waiting for her mouth. She crawled around and held the cock in her hand but Johnny grabbed her ankles and pulled a knee over his head. The juice-dripping gash hung right above his face. 

She engulfed his cock completely and withdrew with a hard, pulling suck. 

"You like eating my cock?" Johnny asked. 

"Mmmmm hummm," she answered while going down on it once again. 

"Good. Cause I'm gonna fill you up so much you won't want to eat for days," he said. 

Then he pushed her thighs apart until she lowered down to his face. The wetness of her crotch smeared against his lips as he kissed all the tight, firm flesh of her vulva and thighs. Then he slid his tongue deep into the hole and twisted back and forth. 

Her hips were working up and down as his tongue teased the tightness of her clitoris into a third climax. She was bouncing on his body, writhing, as he reached down to the back of her head and pressed. His cock channeled deep inside her sucking throat as his hips jutted up. 

"Yes ..." he hissed as the wave of fire bolted the length of his imbedded pecker. 

Teresa was humping hard and in the throes of her climax as the first gush of sperm unloaded into her throat. She felt like choking but instantly relaxed and just let it come. The impulse passed and she felt the thick cream dribbling down around the hot muscle to fill her cheeks. 

She lifted her head up and felt the jizm pumping into her mouth, filling her up, feeding her. She sucked and swallowed the tart treat but it still managed to leak from the rim of her lips and drip in a bubbly froth into all the black, shining hair. 

She drew up hard and managed to swallow the last spurt without dripping. Then she went down fully on the detonated stick and rested her head as the thrusting cock shuddered to a stop. She kept sucking it, kissing, licking it up and down until the beautiful shaft weakened and bent. It was over, the hardness was gone. 

Johnny just rested back and felt the soft caress of her mouth on his satisfied cock. She really blew him off, took all the meat in and drank from the fountain. He licked up and smeared his tongue across her cunt, then snuggled between her buns to taste her asshole. She was all right. Anytime she wanted to drink at his bar was all right with him. 

Teresa let the limp pecker drop from her lips and licked at the spattered sperm in the hair. She sucked the patch of black until it was clean and once again well-groomed. Her face felt warm, she felt fine. 

"What do you think?" he asked. 

Teresa knew what he wanted to hear. "I think you fuck real well," she said. 

Johnny grinned. "Oh yeah?" 

"Yeah. How was I?" 

"Terrific. Really terrific." 

"As good as my mother?" she asked. 

Johnny's body went stiff under her. He was quiet, absolutely silent. "You going to answer me?" Teresa asked. 

"What kind of a question is that to ask?" 

"It's an honest question. And if you like fucking me you have to promise never to fuck her again ... no matter what she says or does or offers," Teresa bluntly stated. 

"Hah," Johnny laughed. "That's easy enough to promise, she and I are through. She's got herself a new boyfriend to play with." 

"Not for long," said Teresa. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Walter Cunningham tied a neat bow on the lace of his patent-leather dress shoes and stood up to check himself in the mirror. He approved. His waving, slightly grey hair and trim moustache gave him a dashing allure in the dark suit with colorful necktie. 

It was the night of the annual Terra-Mar Country Club New Membership Dance and he really didn't look forward to it. The affairs were usually a bore, dancing, drinking, socializing on the most casual of levels with neighbors he met only once a year-at the New Membership Dance. Walter avoided the club as much as possible, thought it a waste of time, but bowed to Grace when the big dance rolled around. After all, the club was her pet project, her civic interest, he should at least make a showing. 

He went into the bathroom and opened the medicine chest to find his moustache scissors. With a grunt he pushed the mirrored cabinet-door shut and went back to the bedroom. Grace was standing at her dressing table applying powder to her fleshy breasts. 

"Grace, have you seen my moustache scissors?" 

She looked up and shook her head. "No, what would I want with your scissors?" 

"Damned if I know ... All I know is that every time they're missing I find them in the possession of a female, neither of whom has a moustache." 

Grace smirked and ran the powder puff down the flat of her belly to dust her crotch. "Well, I'm not the only female living in this house," she answered. 

Walter walked down the long, carpeted hallway to Teresa's bedroom door. He struck his fist on the door to knock but it swung open. Teresa was standing on the other side of her bed just as naked as her mother. But instead of dusting her luscious form with powder she was rubbing lotion briskly into the flesh. Her skin glowed. 

Mr. Cunningham paused and took full enjoyment of Teresa's young, firm lines and haughty backside. He felt his juices stir as memories of Grace when they were first married flooded into his mind. She couldn't have been aware of his presence as she bent deep down to rub her ankles and the pink lips of her pulpy twat squished back to smile at Dad. 

He smiled to himself and took a last loving look before quietly backing away along the hall. He waited a moment then called out like he was approaching, "Teresa?" 

"Yes, Dad?" he heard instantly. 

Walter stepped into her open doorway in time to see her hustling the two hobbling masses of delicious breasts into a housecoat. She noticed he was watching but didn't blush, didn't react except to look at him and grin. 

"Have you seen my moustache scissors, young lady?" he asked with an accusing tone. 

Now she blushed. "Oh? Oh ... " She sheepishly smiled and nodded. 

As she crossed to her dresser and picked them up Mr. Cunningham frowned and asked, "Now what were you doing with them? I'm the only person around here with a moustache that I know of. Have you got a guy living under your bed or something like that?" 

"No, Dad ... I was using them to snip some threads from my new dress," Teresa answered. "I'm sorry, I forgot to return them." 

He took the scissors from her hand and said, "The only reason my scissors are always disappearing is because I always put them away where they belong and because I always go out and retrieve them when they've been swiped. But I bet if I hide them you and your mother will be forced to find your own scissors or suffer with dangling threads." 

He winked and the lecture was over. Teresa watched her handsome father leave the room before the giggle escaped her lips. She only wished she could have told him what she really used the scissors for. Not to cut dangling threads but to clip the few dangling hairs from around the opening of her twat. 

Mr. Cunningham stood before his mirror and raised the blunt-nosed scissors up to the bothersome hair that was destroying the perfect grooming of his moustache. He sniffed. Lowered the scissors and looked at them. A curly black hair was lodged in the junction. He sniffed again. Then again. His face screwed up with curiosity then went blank. Finally, Walter slid the blade of the scissors across his tongue and tasted. A happy grin of discovery formed on his lips. 

"I'll be waiting downstairs for you ladies whenever you believe you've achieved all the beauty you can from your lotions, tricks and creams," he announced. 

Half an hour later Grace Cunningham looked into Teresa's bedroom and said, "Ready to go?" 

Teresa was ready. Ready and waiting. She wore a very low-cut top with extremely short skirt, both red. Grace's eyes opened and she exhaled. "My God, you're not going to the dance in that, are you?" 

Teresa nodded. "Sure I am." 

"You look like a streetwalker," said Grace. 

"What's the difference? You look like a hundred-dollar-a-night call girl," she answered. 

"That's no way to talk to your mother!" snapped Grace. "Why are you dressed like that?" 

That's what Teresa wanted her to ask. "Because I don't have a date for the dance, that's why. I want to attract some attention so I might get a boyfriend of the proper social class and culture." 

"What do you mean by that?" 

"I mean just this! I'm dressed like a bar-girl 'cause that's what I'm going to be. If I can fuck the bartender I might as well play the part!" 

"What?" 

"You heard me," hissed Teresa. "Today I fucked Johnny, your old boyfriend, just like you've been fucking my old boyfriend! The only difference is I waited until you were done with yours before moving in!" 

Grace looked around with panic and closed the bedroom door behind her. "No! No! Tell me that's not true!" 

Teresa grinned into her mother's red face and said, "I will not! Because it is true. I knew you and Johnny Carvel were having an affair, that you were screwing an uncultured bartender! And then you have the gall to break me up with Alan because he's not good enough for me! You hypocrite!" 

"Shut up! You don't know what's good for you! I'm just watching out for your best interests!" 

"Don't bother, Mother! I'll take care of my own interests now! I'm a big girl, big enough to keep Johnny happier than he ever was with you!" 

She thought her mother was going to faint. But Grace only reeled back to swing. Teresa ducked and the slap missed. Then Grace threw open the door and stomped down the stairs. Teresa waited a moment before following. 

Her father was waiting by the door, smiling. "Everybody ready?" he asked. 

"Yes, dear," said Grace. In front of Mr. Cunningham both ladies were calm, collected, acting as if nothing were going on at all between them. 

Mr. Cunningham opened the front door and ushered the ladies out to the waiting limousine. "Then let's go to the New Membership Dance and have ourselves the usual great time," he said. 

Alan had to work that night. His job was to keep an eye on the pool area and discourage any of the revelers from taking an unwanted plunge. He felt foolish standing at the shallow end of the pool in his suit like some kind of security guard. At the deep end stood Bill, the weekend lifeguard. 

Johnny Carvel was bar manager tonight. Whenever there was a big function at the club, four extra bartenders were brought in to mix drinks. He just coordinated and made sure the liquor was available. 

A dance band was blaring away in the large hall off the bar area with more than two hundred people dancing away. The party was just starting to go strong when the Cunningham's made the grand entrance. Grace was immediately swamped by the other ladies in the club's power structure. Walter was greeted by two of his male neighbors. Teresa was met by Eileen. 

"God, he looks so groovy tonight," said Eileen while staring at Mr. Cunningham. 

"He sure does," said Teresa. "Are you going to do what I asked?" 

Eileen's eyes flickered with hesitation. "I don't know, I don't think I have the nerve." 

"Sure you do," said Teresa. "All you have to do is ask him, that's all." 

"Come on, Walter, let me buy you a drink before these women try to get us to dance," slurred one of the neighbors. 

"I'm with you," said Walter. They slipped away. 

"I just love your gown," said Mrs. Peabody to Grace. "I think it does so much for you." 

Grace smiled. Bitch, she thought. "Excuse me, dear, but I have a few things to check on immediately." 

"Oh, of course, of course. A few of the details for the party?" 

"Yes, that's it." Grace headed straight for the bar. 

Johnny Carvel was opening a case of scotch to make sure the bartenders had plenty on hand when Grace caught his eye. She was across the bar, well out of her husband's sight. All he saw was her frown, then the finger jabbing at her office. She stomped across the pool area. 

Johnny swallowed. This was it. She was furious; he was unemployed. He wondered how the hell she found out about him and Teresa so fast. Impossible, it must be something else. But he lost no time reporting to the office. 

Alan watched Grace stomp past without as much as a smile. Then he watched Johnny Carvel casually stroll to the office door and meekly knock. He didn't like it. Grace had claimed that he was her only affair but he had heard about her and Johnny. He believed it was over between them but it sure didn't look like it. 

"Come in!" snapped Grace. 

Johnny stepped into the office and closed the door behind him. "You wanted to see me, Grace?" 

"You bet your sweet ass I do! You filthy bastard! Just who the fuck do you think you are?" 

Johnny enjoyed the filth flowing from her mouth but didn't dare show it. "Uh ... uh ... What's the matter?" he stammered. 

"As if you didn't know! Now admit it!" 

"Admit what?" asked Johnny as he stepped back. 

"That you screwed Teresa! That's what!" 

"Huh? Me and Teresa? That young kid? Me? You think I would have anything to do with ... " 

"Admit it!" blared Grace as she stepped from around her desk with glaring eyes. 

Johnny shrugged. "So? So, we might have gotten carried away ... but just once! Just once! I swear!" 

She swung and missed again. "You son of a bitch! You filthy bastard! Just once! I don't give a damn how many times! I want it stopped right now!" 

Johnny ducked and slumped onto the sofa. He had never seen her in a state like this before. Her eyes were burning with fury, her mouth was literally snarling. But Johnny wasn't shaken anymore. He saw suddenly how strong his position was. 

"And if I don't stop it?" he asked. 

"I'll fire you!" 

"Do you think that'll he enough to keep her from meeting me? Sneaking over to my apartment like you used to do? Coming over to taste the fruit you forbid her? Huh?" 

Grace clenched her fists. He was right and she knew it. She inhaled and went back to her desk. "Okay, what do you want? How much?" she coldly asked. 

"Money? Are you talking about money?" Johnny asked incredulously. 

"You know I am." 

He feigned hurt. "You misunderstand me, Grace. What I want is things like they were. Me with my job and ... and you." 

"Me?" she asked. 

"You. You and me. No young lifeguard either." 

Grace sat down. "I'll do anything to keep my daughter from the likes of you, you creep. Even give up my lifeguard. The only reason I started with him was to keep him away from Teresa. Now I'll do anything to give him back to her. I'd much rather she waste herself on him than you." 

"You're very kind, Grace. Sacrificing your honor to keep your daughter safe," mocked Johnny. 

"Okay. Ill dump Alan and you and I are back at it. Okay?" 

Johnny thought a moment. "That's too easy on you. After all, she's really a wild piece of ... " 

"All right! What else do you want?" 

"A few thousand dollars would be ... " 

"A few thousand dollars!" 

"Fifteen hundred?" 

"A thousand and that's it! A deal?" 

"Strip down naked and show me you mean it, baby," said the grinning Johnny. 

"Now?" Grace asked. 

"Now or I'll go get Teresa." He was loving it. He had her by the tits and enjoyed every last twist. 

Grace stood up. Her hands worked fast, one on the zipper of her gown, the other removing a shoe. "Okay, goddamnit, but it has to be fast. My husband's out there waiting for me." 

"Horseshit, he's getting drunk as usual," said Johnny as he removed his jacket and shirt. 

Grace stripped quickly as Johnny stood before her in only his pants and waited. When she was totally nude he gazed at the full ripeness of her body and sneered. "Say it, baby. Say what I like to hear," he whispered. 

"May I?" Grace asked quietly. 

"May you what?" 

Her eyes looked down. "May I suck your cock?" 

"Say please." 

"Please may I suck your big cock?" she asked. 

"Pull it out and show me if you're good enough," said Johnny. 

Grace's fingers fumbled with the fly of his pants. She had hated the way he insisted she talk filthy at first. But after a while she began to find a certain thrill in it, a baseness, a crude kind of kick. Johnny's long cock slid into her fingers and she pulled it from his pants. 

"I love your fuck stick," she said. 

Johnny shuddered. She was the best and he knew it. A woman with real class, wealthy, cultured, who loved to say the bad words as much as he loved to hear them. 

"Suck my fuck stick before I shove it into your juicy fuck hole," he said. 

Grace opened her mouth and brought it over the flared head of Johnny's pecker. The glans slid on the top of her tongue as the cock worked deep inside. Then she clamped her lips tight and sucked hard on the stiffness and thickness and salty flavor. 

"Mmm," she moaned. 

"You like how my cock tastes?" Johnny asked. 

Her head bobbed up and down as the tool became soaked with her saliva. "Mmmm. Mmmm." 

"You like the way it fills your mouth up?" 

"Mmmm." 

"Then suck it off, baby. Suck it like it's an ice cream and you're a little girl." 

Grace moved away from the cock and lashed out with her tongue across the slick head. She lapped a spiraling path from the tip down to the thick hair and back up. Then she dipped down to lick into the tenderness of his scrotum and suck at the two oval balls inside. 

"You dig my nuts?" 

"Mmmm." 

"Suck my nuts into your mouth, Grace. Suck them inside and make them feel real good," Johnny said with a husky voice. 

Johnny's testicles slowly filled the lips and cheeks of Grace's sucking mouth. The loose, hairy skin of his scrotum was drawn like elastic into her mouth. Then she released the balls and they rolled free. Drips of saliva drooled from the wet sack. 

Johnny was waiting for this moment. He wanted Grace to pay for jilting him. "Okay, now eat my asshole, Grace. Put your sweet tongue inside my dirty asshole." 

Grace grimaced. Playing a game with dirty words was all right, but it did have limits. Now he was getting vile, insulting. But she dug between the round cheeks of his ass anyway. Her tongue probed up until touching into the puckered ring of his waiting anus. 

"That's the thing, baby." 

She stabbed hard and fast. Her tongue jammed into the hole and struggled like a fighting fish until it opened up and she felt herself sliding inside. His colon squeezed tight as she shoved her tongue deep into the warm bung, smelled the musty, human odor, felt the abundant hairs of his ass tickle the sides of her face. 

"Yeahhhh ..." sighed Johnny. 

He was standing with his legs wide apart as she knelt under him like a feeding calf. He loved to humiliate her, put her in her place. And he knew that's what she really loved too-why else would she waste her time fucking around with a bartender? 

Grace's hand was vigorously stroking the length of his cock as she reamed in and out of his asshole. Johnny finally reached down and touched her shoulder. "Come on, baby, get up and on the couch so we can have some real fun," he mumbled. 

Before moving away Grace slipped her wet tongue from the taut suction of Johnny's rectal cavity and licked down against his balls. She took one more long, sucking drag on the bag of nuts before letting them slowly ooze from her lips. Johnny was unable to move as the thrilling warmth of her mouth hugged his balls. 

She went to the sofa and laid down but Johnny didn't follow. Instead he leaned against her desk with his arms folded and said, "Okay, Grace, jack off." 

"What?" she asked. 

"Jack off, masturbate, play with yourself!" he repeated. 

"But Johnny, it's getting late, I have to go back to the party. My husband ... " 

"Put your finger in your cunt and fuck yourself so I can watch!" he ordered. 

"Ohhh ... " With a sigh of frustration Grace put her hand into the warmth of her moist crotch. She opened her legs wide and high until her feet rested on the sofa next to her rump. The red, glistening cunt was stretched into full, unhampered view as her middle finger slid into the slick lips. 

"That's the girl. Finger-fuck yourself and tell me how it feels," Johnny slurred. 

"This is getting ridiculous!" snapped Grace. 

"You want me to lay off Teresa or not?" 

Grace jammed her finger deep and stroked fast to show him he was in command. She rubbed hard against the tightness of her clitoris and felt the waves of electric excitement shudder throughout her body. It felt good to stimulate herself and look over at him with his hard, red erection and dirty, grinning face. 

He's a strange one, she told herself. Strange, but I like him, he's exciting, unique. Her fingers were now soaked with juices flowing from her slit. She stroked faster, harder. Her eyes narrowed in on the tip of his splendid tool and she licked her tongue across her lips. It was feeling good, damned good and damned close. 

"How's it feel?" he asked. 

"Good, Johnny ... very good." 

"Who are you thinking of?" 

"You Johnny, you. I'm thinking only about you and how good you feel," she answered in a breathless voice. 

"Oh yeah? What feels good about me?" Johnny asked. His hand moved down to circle his cock and slowly work up and down as she answered. 

"The way you do it ... " 

"Do it with what?" His voice was insistent. 

"Your cock! Your big, beautiful dick!" 

"Yeah?" He grinned. "And what about my cock do you like so much?" 

"The way it feels inside me! The way it stretches my box so much!" 

Grace's hand was whipping rapidly in and out as she brutally jammed into her clitoris. A grimace came over her face as she felt the first wonderful release coming from inside her hot cunt. 

"How about the way it tastes? You like the way my cock tastes?" 

"Yes! Yes!" Her hips started to helplessly grind against the hand as she moaned, "I love the taste of your big cock, your sweet cock!" 

"Sweet huh? What do you like the best? Sucking it or fucking it?" 

"Fucking it!" she cried as the wet fluids gushed like heavy cream from her boiling hole. 

"You want me to fuck you now? Want me to jam my hot cock inside your pussy?" 

"Yes! Please! Fuck me, Johnny ... please fuck me!" she weakly cried as the orgasm sent her thighs into trembling spasms and her breath into meek gasps. 

Johnny was stroking his cock fiercely as he walked to her writhing body and stopped. "Okay, Grace, I'll give you what you gave me. I'll show you how you fucked me in favor of that young kid, that lifeguard. Get on your stomach and take it like the bitch you are!" 

Grace rolled onto the floor and came up on her hands and knees. She was getting mad. Johnny was overstepping his bounds by just too damned much. Games can be fun but it was evident he was serious. She jutted her soaked rump and cunt up in the air without speaking, though. Right now she wanted to satisfy him, just get him away from Teresa. She'd take care of his gutter-mouth later. 

Johnny was enjoying himself fully. His meat had never felt so hard in all his life, hard and almost numb. He knew it was because of the great screwing with Teresa that afternoon; his cock had hardly recovered. Now he would be able to stick it to Grace like she had never had it before, really fuck her until she begged for mercy. 

He dipped the head of his cock down between the up thrusting cheeks of her ass, then stopped. When she was on the couch the flowing wetness had streamed from her twat to run down her ass and soak her asshole. It sat there all greased up, vulnerable and unexpecting. 

He stabbed the thick head of his dong into the tight clamp of her colon and felt Grace's body go stiff. 

"Uuugh!" she groaned as the massive tool ripped suddenly inside her asshole. 

Grace had taken it in the ass several times before, even with Johnny. But never by surprise, never without a little preparation beforehand. It felt like a fist was being rammed up her ass, a fist without end. 

"You dirty sonofabitch!" she hissed through clenched teeth as tears welled in her eyes. 

Johnny beamed. His muscular cock was plying deep into the fantastic grip of her ass as she cursed and cried below him. He grabbed her hips in his hands and jerked her back against his prong until it sank to full depth. Grace let out a long sigh of air. 

"Why didn't you warn me?" she asked. 

"I wanted to give you a taste of the treatment you gave me, baby. I don't care who you think you are, you're not so damned great you can dump me without as much as a 'thank-you-it-was-fun.' " 

He pulled his cock halfway back and thrust it powerfully inside again. Grace groaned as the pecker stretched the sensitive tissues of her rectum. Luckily her juices were abundant, the second stab wasn't anywhere near as bad as the first. But still, she wanted him to have his fun and get out. 

Johnny took his time working the length of his rod deep inside the snug fit of her ass, then gradually easing back. The rounded spike of her ass jutted up like two grapefruits at his face as he looked down and watched the ring of her anus move out as he withdrew. 

It was pink, like well-chewed bubble gum, slipping along with his pecker. When he shoved in, the hole collapsed and rode out of sight until he pulled back again. 

He crammed it all the way in and listened to her moans before asking, "What's it feel like, Grace? What's it feel like to get a cock up your ass?" 

Grace whimpered with pain, her head was rolling from side to side and she bit her lips. She didn't even try to answer the disgusting question. 

He pulled back and plowed into her with animal force until a weak yelp came from her mouth. "How's it feel?" he demanded in a loud voice. 

"Good," she whispered. 

"Good? Is that all? Does it feel as good as getting it in your cunt?" 

"Yes! Yes, it feels as good as getting it in my cunt!" she snapped. "It feels terrific!" 

Johnny laughed. "Oh yeah? You sure? Doesn't it remind you of anything? Doesn't it feel like something else you do when you're alone?" 

"Shut up! You vile bastard!" she screamed. 

Johnny roared with laughter as he pumped his cock faster into the squishing hole. It was loose now, responding with tiny clips against him. Finally Grace tensed her rectal muscles and he felt the tight clamp hug, then release him. On each stroke she managed to give him two tight clamps which excited his imbedded cock almost instantly. 

"You're kissing my cock with your asshole," he murmured as she worked her ass hard into him. Grace only wanted one thing now, to get his rocks off then get away from him before she scratched his eyes out. She felt no pleasure at all, nothing but revulsion. 

Johnny pulled his cock from her ass abruptly and watched as the colon collapsed into a loose-skinned ring. His cock dipped down and came up in the wet fullness of her hanging cunt. He had little resistance entering the warm squeeze of her hole with one deep stroke. 

Grace sighed. Finally he was leaving her anus. It was killing her, burning from the brutal workout. Now his big rod was plowing hotly inside her box, digging far into the deepest areas to excite and inflame her tissues. At last his cock was where she knew she could quickly climax it. 

"You like it in your cunt, too? Don't you, baby?" Johnny asked. 

Grace didn't want to hear another word from his mouth but knew the fastest way of making him come: play his game. "I love to feel your big shaft inside my wet pussy," she said with true feeling. 

"Yeah?" 

"Yes. I love the way your cock-head scrapes along my walls like a big scoop. I love it when you go real deep and make my guts tremble ..." 

Johnny plunged his pecker to maximum depth as a surge of great excitement ran through him. Now she was doing it, making him thrill to the sounds of filthy words coming from cultured, classy lips. 

"And when your balls nudge into the crack of my ass, when you go all the way in feels good too." 

He pumped hard, fast, energetically. His pecker felt hot, her cunt was baking his meat. Johnny scooped down and grabbed the masses of swinging breast in his hands. He squeezed them like they were pillows and felt the nipples grow hard and pointed in his palms. 

"And I love the way your hairy body tickles me everywhere we touch ... " she sighed. 

Johnny was plastering his meat into her with blurring speed. His forehead was wet with perspiration as she jammed her backside back at him repeatedly for more and more of the deep-running muscle. Her voice was shrill now, almost screeching the words. 

"And when you put it in my ass ... when you butt-fuck me it feels just like you meant it to!" 

"Yeah?" Johnny was close, very close. 

"It feels like I'm forever going to the bathroom. Forever taking a shit!" 

Johnny's body went tense, his thighs strained their bulging muscles, he pulled back hard on her writhing body and stabbed the screaming end of his cock as deep as possible as the first blast of jizm busted loose. His frothing cream bombed in wild gushes inside the shaking suction of her boiling cunt to fill and coat the hole. 

Grace gasped. Her box was shuddering around the cock with great violence as his ejaculation spurred another orgasm inside her. She humped back and twisted to grate the jabbing spear hard against the side of her twat, to ignite her tissues into greater and greater spasms. 

"Oh! Yes! God that feels good!" she cried. 

"Oh, baby! You are the best!" Johnny moaned. 

They ground their bodies hungrily together as the last traces of his sperm oozed out and her jumping muscles relaxed. Grace lay flat on her belly with him on top of her as his long rod slowly receded back. With an outpouring of cream, like the cork had been pulled from a bottle, the spent pecker popped loose of the red lips. 

Johnny got up and started to dress. As Grace pulled herself to her knees he smiled and asked, "What about the thousand dollars? When can I get it?" 

Grace let out a short, disgusted laugh. "Monday, you mercenary bastard. Monday. Now get your stinking ass back to work or I'll fire you for doing a bad job."

"Sure, boss, whatever you say. You're the boss when it comes to my job but I'm the boss when it comes to our having some fun, right?" he asked. 

Grace stood up and went to her clothes. "Sure, Johnny, sure, whatever you say. Now get out of my sight." 

With a grin and a wink Johnny straightened his tie and went to the door. "Okay, Grace, I'll see you first thing Monday morning." 

"Get out." 

He left and Grace dressed. She was exhausted but knew the job was only half done. Now she had to get Alan and break it off with him. Somehow she'd have to talk him into going back to Teresa ... Somehow. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

"Hey, honey, where you been?" Walter Cunningham asked his wife when she entered the bar. He glanced over at the bar and saw Johnny Carvel had also returned to the party. 

"I had some things to take care of in the office, dear," Grace answered. 

"Oh. A woman's work is never done, huh?" 

"No. I guess not. Let's dance, dear," she said. 

Walter's eyebrows lifted. "Dance? You and me? Sure, I'll give it a try." 

He got up from his chair and nodded at his two gentlemen drinking partners. "Fellas, I'll be back after I waltz the little lady around the ballroom." 

Grace smiled and ignored his spirited gait. He usually celebrated the annual dance by getting totally drunk. But tonight it didn't bother her, tonight it actually was a blessing in disguise. After dancing and a token appearance to the members she'd have to take care of part two of her plan, Alan Edwards. 

Walter and Grace walked by Teresa and Eileen as several young men crowded close for their attention. Eileen leaned, close to Teresa and whispered, "Has your dad been drinking? He looks red in the face." 

"What else could he do?" whispered Teresa. "My mother was gone for almost an hour." 

"Oh? Who with?" 

Teresa's face was set, she didn't display any of the rage inside her as she said, "Never mind." 

"Ohhh," answered Eileen knowingly. "Him." 

"Forget about that," said Teresa. "As soon as they're done dancing I'm going to ask my dad to dance with me. You wait a while then cut in." 

"Cut in?" she asked as if it were some horrible task. 

"Yes, cut in. Just tap me on the shoulder and I'll step aside. Then you dance with him and ask him." 

"I can't," said Eileen. 

"You have to!" 

"I do not!" 

"You want to, don't you? Don't you want to know what a real man, a mature man, is like?" asked Teresa. She giggled at some idiotic joke one of the fellows made. 

"Of course I do, you know that," said Eileen. 

"Then just ask him, silly. All he can do is say no ... but he won't. I know he gets turned on by you ... " 

Eileen whispered, "Then why hasn't he asked me?" 

Teresa sighed. "Because you're so young. He can't go around making plays for girls our age. What if we panicked and told someone? He'd be in big trouble. Anyway, he's married, he has to play things real cool." 

"I guess so," said Eileen. 

Grace pressed her body in close to Walter's while they danced but he didn't seem to feel it. His steps were unsure as he trotted her around the floor. But he's a handsome man, she told herself. Handsome and wealthy. Half the women there would give away their diamonds just to get in bed with him. She smiled inside. Grace knew she was the sharpest, most stunning woman in the club. 

Walter let his eyes gaze across the dance floor. All he saw were the aging, overweight bodies of girdle-held backsides of the other men's wives. A sad lot, he figured. Grace was the most beautiful of the bunch ... the bunch of wives. 

His stare held firm when it came to Eileen and Teresa in the corner with all the admiring young men. Now, there are two fine creatures, he mused to himself. Young, firm, alive and vivacious. Not hardened by the years of struggle or softened by the years of time. 

The music ended and Grace stepped back. "Perhaps we should circulate," she said. 

"Perhaps," answered Walter. "Why don't we assault the Jameson's over there? You can hear the latest gossip and I can hear about his boat sales." 

"Good idea," said Grace. 

Then Teresa was there. "Daddy, will you dance with me?" she asked. 

Her father smiled graciously. "If your mother will forgive my not socializing with the Jameson's." 

Grace jumped at the chance. "Oh yes, dear. You dance with Teresa, I'll handle the Jameson's on my own." 

The music started again and Walter took his daughter into his arms. She smiled sweetly and pressed in close to his well-groomed, spicy-smelling body. 

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked. 

"Not too much," Teresa answered. "These things are really a bore." 

Walter chuckled. "Well, we must fake it. After all, it's the least we can do for your mother." 

Teresa liked the secure feeling of his tender embrace, the smoothness with which he danced. He seemed much more sober than when he came from the bar. His graceful movements and gentle lead made her dance better than she ever had. Her breasts were gradually kneading into his chest to be pushed up high in her low-cut top. 

Walter looked down on the bulbous masses of breast and saw where the dark tan stopped and the pure white skin began. He caught himself and stopped before inhaling enough to swell his chest and force more of the delicious mammaries into view. 

"You're the most beautiful girl here tonight," he whispered. 

She blushed. "And you're the most handsome man." 

"Even more handsome than the lifeguard?" he asked. 

Before Teresa could answer she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned and saw Eileen's anxious face. 

"What is this?" asked Walter. "Dance with the old-timers' night?" 

Teresa stepped away and Eileen shyly took her place. "No, Father, it's dance with the grooviest man night," said Teresa. She smiled and walked away. 

Walter couldn't think of anything to say to the sweet young thing in his arms except, "Are you enjoying yourself tonight, Eileen?" 

She pressed herself in close to his warmth. "I am now," she coyly answered. 

Walter grinned and shut up. He kept in perfect time to the music, all the while feeling how the slim, curving body managed to move closer and closer to his. The music was slow and rhythmic as he felt her hand moving high on his back to touch the nape of his neck. Then her hips moved in to press against his upper thigh and then he felt the flatness of her taut belly rubbing against his crotch. 

He visualized her as he had seen her many times at the house with Teresa, both in their swimsuits. Teresa was a full-bodied, luscious thing with giant breasts and curving rump. Eileen was just as appealing in her thin, feline way. Her breasts were nowhere near the size of his daughter's but they were fascinating just the same. 

He had tried many times to undress her with his eyes when they weren't watching. He pictured her breasts as broad-based cones without enough mass to ever droop. The nipples would be nothing but adolescent puckers of slick, pink flesh that would harden if you blew on them. 

She had a high, proud backside at the top of her well-developed, long legs. They were the legs of a girl who enjoyed sports, limber, smooth, curving subtly with nerve-wracking temptation. He knew he could circle her waist with his hands and lift her in the air like a beautiful, giggling feather. Toss her like a gay nymph. 

He inhaled and smelled the cleanliness of her long, red hair. She had white, tender flesh that refused to tan more than slightly. Eileen was always cautious when in the sun; she burned easily. Her freckled nose reminded him of the days gone by when girls her age weren't ever allowed to wear anything as brazen as make-up. 

Walter suddenly realized what his fascination with Eileen was. No make-up. He stared into her face and saw nothing but pure, healthy skin. Her eyes were clear, unsmudged or coated with thick crap. Her lips always made him want to take her in his arms and kiss her ... there wasn't a trace of lipstick on those lips, just honest, natural color. 

Eileen could feel Mr. Cunningham's cock rising in his pants to bulge against her belly. She could hardly breathe, she felt so forward. But he didn't seem to mind at all, actually he looked like he was enjoying it. She pressed hard against the stiffness and swore she felt him grinding back. 

He smelled so good and danced so gracefully. He held her like she was crystal, valuable, cherished. And the lump was getting bigger and bigger all the time. When he gazed down into her eyes she knew what he was thinking, what he was wanting real bad. All she had to do was get the courage like Teresa said. 

"Mr. Cunningham," Eileen whispered. 

"Yes, dear?" he answered. 

"Do you think I'm too young?" 

He smiled. "Too young? No, of course not." 

"Good. Because I certainly don't think you're too old." 

He was silent for a while before asking the next question. "Too old for what?" 

"To have an affair with me." 

He was silent for a very long time. Eileen's face was flushed red and she felt warm all over. Finally he said, "No, you're not too young and I'm not too old, Eileen. But I do think you might be better off with someone closer to your own age." 

The words cut through her like a knife but she couldn't back down now. "I don't. I think I should be taught by someone who's mature, someone who knows what he's doing." 

He laughed softly and smiled warmly. His eyes glowed with the joy of flattery. "Then you miss the fun of discovery, the adventure of learning together." 

"And the mistakes," she added. 

His laugh was louder now. "We all make mistakes, Eileen," he graciously said. The music ended. 

She looked into his eyes expectantly but Walter knew this wasn't the time, the place, or the female. "And I'm sure I'm making a mistake by not having an affair with you. Perhaps if things were different, we could." 

And that was it. He escorted her like a gentleman back to Teresa and the guys then left for the bar. Eileen looked at Teresa and gave her an embarrassed shrug. She had tried, she'd lost, she felt horrible but he was very nice about it. Teresa nodded and winked with an encouraging grin. 

Walter Cunningham kept trying not to think about her as he joined his pals at the table in the bar. But one question kept bothering him. How could a girl so young, so innocent, have the courage to present him with such a tempting offer? And if Eileen were capable of such behavior, what was his daughter Teresa capable of? 

The stiffness was just leaving his erection as he gulped down his drink. He tried to give his attention to the men but it was impossible. Instead, he stared out the window at the pool, the clear blue water with the light inside, the handsome young lifeguard dressed in his suit and standing guard. 

Then he saw his wife. Grace walked from the dance hall directly to the pool area and paused for only a moment next to Alan. It was obvious she whispered something before quickly heading for her office. Walter gulped down another drink; it was a repeat performance of what he'd witnessed earlier this evening. But now it was with the lifeguard. Johnny the bartender was working behind the bar. 

In less than five minutes Walter watched Alan saunter to his wife's office. He shook his head with amazement and ordered drink number three. 

Grace lost little time once Alan knocked on the door and entered. She motioned him to sit on the couch and leaned against her desk. Her face was set, firm, she meant business and had no time for niceties. 

"I want you to go back to Teresa," she flatly stated. 

"Huh?" asked Alan. 

"You heard me. I want you to go back to Teresa, we're through as of now." 

Alan gulped. "Why?" he asked. 

"Because I shouldn't have lured you away from her in the first place," she answered. 

But Alan couldn't accept that answer. "But you did lure me away and I liked it." 

She shook her head. "I'm sorry, Alan, believe me I was enjoying it every bit as much as you. But we must stop. We have to put things back the way they were." 

Alan came to his feet. "Put things back? That's impossible! How can I just forget you and go back to her like nothing ever happened?" 

"You can do it." 

"What if she won't take me?" 

"She will." 

"Why? Tell me why!" demanded Alan. 

"Because I want to keep her away from Johnny Carvel, that's why!" Grace snapped. 

Alan threw his arms in the air. "Oh! So now I'm good enough for her? Is that it? What am I, some kind of game? Some kind of chess piece you can move about at will?" 

Grace was getting angry. "Listen, you fool! I'm offering you everything you were after in the first place! My daughter, without any interference from me!" 

"But I have to give you up?" 

She nodded firmly. "Absolutely." 

"I can't," he said. "I just can't turn myself on and off like a faucet. I really enjoyed being with you! I can't give that up!" 

"It's over between us," she stated. 

"Then the hell with you both. Fire me if you want but I'm not going to have a thing to do with you or Teresa," Alan said as he moved for the door. 

"No, wait! Pleases, Alan, please don't do that. I need you to keep Teresa happy, to keep her away from him!" 

He spun around. "And what about my needs? Do they count at all? Hell, no! Not to you!" 

Grace looked at the floor. He was right, the only needs she was concerned about were Teresa's. She looked up at Alan and smiled. "I'll take care of your needs right now if you promise me you'll at least try to make up with Teresa." 

Alan let out a snort. "Great! Just great! Buy me off with your body!" 

"I have no choice, Alan. I'm being forced to do this. You know I'd never give you up unless I had no other choice." She moved her hands up to the thrusting mass of her breasts and squeezed. 

Alan gulped. The whole damned thing was getting too fantastic. If he didn't take her now he'd only regret it later. And if he did go back with Teresa it would be on his terms and his budget. He remembered the old saying, "A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush." 

"Okay," he said. "But I can't guarantee she'll take me back even if I beg." 

"You can handle her," said Grace. "Now let's take care of your immediate needs." 

She liked Alan. He was simple to deal with and fun. He didn't debase her by asking for money, his sex was clean and neat, he was respectful and had a clean mouth. She knew she was paying a dear price for the sake of her daughter but it was worth it to keep Johnny Carvel from touching her again. She wanted Teresa to have better than that. 

Grace kneeled before Alan and unzipped the fly of his pants. With deft fingers she reached inside and worked his stiffening cock from the underwear until it stood tall and straight before her face. She felt the muscles of her anus go tight with pain and sighed with relief. Alan had showed no interest in anal intercourse, thank God. 

She kissed the length of his beautiful, stiff pecker with moist lips. Then she flattened her tongue and gave it a broad, slow licking back up to the flared head. Finally she opened wide and surrounded the pulsating rod with her sucking, moist mouth. 

Alan loved the feel of her soft lips wrapped around his cock. Her hair was short and didn't hang in the way, so he could watch as she sucked more and more of his meat inside. With a desperate downward lunge Grace managed to swallow the end of the cock deep into the heated hug of her gurgling, twisting throat. 

She backed away from the cock and let it pop free of her mouth. The taut pole bounded straight up and slapped meatily against the tight flatness of Alan's stomach. The vibrancy of youth, she told herself while undoing her dress. She knew she could have waited until tomorrow to take care of Alan but figured at the last minute not to waste time. He could take advantage of the dance, go ask Teresa to step out on the floor, use the romantic atmosphere to patch things up. 

Alan removed his pants quickly and stripped the shirt off his back. He stood waiting as Grace kicked off her shoes and removed her nylon hose and underwear. 

"No, wait," he said. "Put the stockings back on. I like the feel of them against me." 

Grace giggled. "Sure, anything you want, Alan." 

He liked seeing her in the hose and garter belt that reached down from her waist. It reminded him of the old pornographic photographs where all the women wore garter belts and the men wore socks. Those pictures always seemed so much more forbidden, more lustful than the modern shots of yawning cunts in full color with air-brush touch-ups. 

Grace's giant tits rocked softly back and forth as she went to him and they embraced. He felt the warm squash of their meat as they crushed eagerly against his chest and she drove her tongue deep into his mouth. His stiff cock was rubbing right against the top elastic of the pink garter belt. 

Her hands moved down to cup at his ass and squeeze the big cheeks hungrily. Alan thrust his hardness against her body and felt Grace squirm against him. Her lips moved from his mouth to his neck and ear. A finger slid into the crease of his ass to slowly caress the length of the valley. 

"I'm going to miss you," Alan whispered. 

"Me too, Alan. Me too," she sighed while placing a hand around the fine stiffness of his erection. 

She stroked the cock with a tight grip and watched as the purple aura of excitement colored the pounding head. Alan's hand was at her crotch, pressing, massaging against the hot lips, soft tissues and matted hair. Grace's hips were gently grinding into his palm. He worked his finger around until it touched her clitoris and caused her to groan happily with pleasure. 

His finger moved deep into the slit to explore the super-sleekness of the vaginal walls. Grace lowered her body enough to open her thighs and give him full playing area as the finger stabbed to full depth. As he withdrew it the flood of thick juice followed to coat her lips and prepare the burning cunt entrance. 

"On the couch," she moaned. 

She laid on her back with legs spread wide apart as Alan kneeled between them. He looked down at the crimson lips of her hole and saw the running juices. Her smooth thighs and firm buttocks framed the vulnerable crack with flawless, warm flesh. 

"You're so good, Alan," she sighed. "And I'm no good at all. You'll be much happier without me." 

The sincerity of her words rang with truth but Alan didn't care. He wasn't in pursuit of goodness with either Grace or Teresa, what he wanted from them had nothing to do with what she was talking about. The only good thing he wanted from them was their cunts, their dripping, easily excited, humping pussies. 

She was still pulling hard at his tool and directing it at the fire burning in her crotch. Alan leaned forward until his body rested on hers and the comfortable cushion of her breasts flattened under his heaving chest. Grace worked the hot tip of his rod against the loose skins of her gash until it was thoroughly soaked with slippery liquids. 

"Please go easy," she sighed as the wide head began to separate the begging lips. 

Now Alan understood. He had seen her and Johnny enter the office a while ago, spending a good hour inside. His curiosity and imagination provided the details of what went on inside, but he had shrugged it off as his own jealousy. But now that she asked him to go easy when she usually liked it hard and fast, the surge of jealousy returned. 

He was entering a cunt that had held the cock of Johnny Carvel less than an hour ago. And it was reamed out and hurting from the hot fucking he must have given it. Alan went easy, very easy. His muscle slithered along the clinging walls of the cunt to feel the tremendous heat, the instant shudders of spasmodic reaction. 

He dipped tenderly until he was all the way in. Grace softly lifted to him and gracefully rocked from side to side. She dug the fit of this young man's solid prick, the way it filled her box completely without ripping and destroying the joy with biting pains. 

Alan lowered his hands down under her ass to cup the warm, wet cheeks of her ass and lift. The cunt crammed up tight against the base of his rod and Grace washed herself back and forth. He lowered the buttocks as he withdrew, then lifted as he entered once again. 

Her eyes were closed, she breathed with short gasps, as his well-behaved cock worked the trembling of her cunt into a pleased frenzy. His strong arms and solid body thrilled her, the hard muscles of his well-developed thighs felt wonderful against the smoothness of her own legs. 

She was caressing him with her inner thighs, rubbing her feet along the backs of his legs. Alan felt the electric rub of the nylon hose against his skin and hair. The straps of the garter belt were entwined in his lifting fingers as the cock moved in and out of her bubbling pussy. 

It was a turn-on. The nylon caresses were making his head swim with excitement. He moved faster, plunged with more force into the cunt. 

"Uh!" she groaned. 

But Alan couldn't stop. He was picturing himself with black socks on, posing in front of a camera with a mustached photographer saying, "Watch the birdie."

Her whole body was swimming under him as she humped up high and wrapped her legs tightly around his. The nylons were all over him now as his toes dug into the arm of the couch for balance and leverage. 

"Yes ..." she was sighing. "Yes, Alan, do it to me ... Let yourself go ... " 

His bare ass hoisted high in the air and pounded down with pure force to rack her glorying cunt with a powerful, cramming thrust of pure cock. She jolted up hard against the driving rod to welcome it regardless of the sensitivity of her thoroughly scrubbed cunt. 

It was tight, tighter than usual, Alan noticed as he pumped rapidly in and out of the clinging hole. It dawned on him that a woman has only so much moisture in her system and after having screwed Johnny she was most likely running dry. The lips and lining of the gyrating cunt were less slippery than usual, the twat was drawing along his pecker to rub it into great heat, to make it burn with friction. 

The drying in her hole only increased the pinching pain Grace was experiencing. But she ignored it in favor of the greater pleasure she felt from the pounding shaft. The hardness of her clitoris was scraping roughly against the plunging base of his cock, each deep stab seemed to draw it in tighter against the jabbing log. 

Alan was grabbing her ass tightly and hoisting her up with each deep run. His fingers slid deep into the crevice and pressed against the tenderness of her anus. Grace stiffened somewhat and tried to sway her rump to the side. But she couldn't and before she could tell him not to, Alan's middle finger was digging into the sore pucker of her ass. 

"Oh! Uhhh ..." she meekly moaned as the finger moved deep inside the hole to twirl and rub. But it was small compared to what Johnny had put in there, it felt good, relaxing. 

Without warning, a violent orgasm jolted through her body and Grace bucked up fiercely. The reeling pleasures cascaded along her limbs, made her stomach shudder and her nipples grow into hard points. She grabbed at Alan's ass and twirled a finger deep inside his humping asshole. 

Alan's body started to dance out of control as he felt the squirming finger wiggling inside his ass. She was digging deep and down, going straight for the imbedded gland that was like the panic button. She massaged the prostrate and instantly felt his hips react. 

At first it hurt like hell and Alan wanted to roll away but suddenly the waves of climax started splashing over him. He felt all the pleasures of an orgasm but nothing was issuing from his cock. Nothing yet. He slammed his cock brutally into the clinging cunt and pushed his finger inside her ass as far as it could go. 

Grace clamped the muscle of her colon tight around his finger as the last shudder of happiness came from her mouth. Her cunt was battering at his stabbing meat every inch of the way. He was fucking her with pure, non-stop force. The cock was hitting deep, wracking her insides with pure stiffness, plunging her body toward another climax. 

Finally the jizm rose in Alan's screaming pecker to pour out like hot sand and fill the bucking cavity of her cunt. It came in explosive surges which made his body rock from head to toe, boiling, steaming eruptions of frothing cream to wet and paint her insides. 

The cleansing gush of semen made Grace's body go wild again. Then she felt the payload rising up to the lips of her twat and dripping out. The white sap oozed from the bottom crack of her cunt down into the crease of her ass where Alan's finger was still probing into her hole. 

Grace's hips heaved up to take advantage of the final stages of Alan's erection. A washing climax engulfed her as she hugged him close and kissed his neck. 

"Oh ... Alan, you're so good ..." she sighed. 

"Are we through forever?" he asked. 

She smiled as the orgasm passed. Then she kissed his cheek and said, "The summer will be over soon and Teresa will be going back to school. When she's gone perhaps we can occasionally meet." 

"But for now I'm supposed to charm Teresa away from your number-one choice?" 

"He's not my number one!" she insisted. "This is the only way I can keep them apart!" 

Alan shrugged and sat up. He couldn't quite fathom the extremes this mother was going to, to protect the so-called virtues of her daughter. And it seemed each step she took to make sure Teresa was in the best of hands caused the reverse action. Teresa was obviously revolting against Grace, but Alan decided to say nothing. After all, it wasn't his position to make suggestions, especially when he was being pleasantly shifted from one prime cunt to the other. 

"You go back out now," said Grace. "Forget about pool duty and find Teresa. Ask her to dance, tell her we're all through." 

"She knows about us?" Alan asked with surprise. 

"Yes, she does. Tell her you broke off with me ... that I'm heartbroken. But you prefer young women to old bags like me." 

Alan watched as she tucked the beautiful masses of firm breast into her dress. "Some bag," he cracked. 

CHAPTER SIX 

The drinks tasted flat in Walter's mouth as he sat at the table, staring. Staring at the dim light of Grace's office window. They had been in there for almost half an hour with no sign of life. No one left, no one else came in. With a final gulp of his drink, Mr. Cunningham rose slowly up to his feet. 

"Where you going, Walter?" asked Bill Hendricks. 

"Bathroom," he muttered. 

Walter wandered from the bar. He didn't want to see it anymore ... that window. He knew what was happening inside, what his wife and the young lifeguard were doing. But he was almost positive the young man was Teresa's current boyfriend. He shook his head. Things happened fast, he told himself. He just wasn't keeping up with current events. 

He grinned and wondered if Johnny Carvel had seen the young man enter Grace's office. He couldn't help but enjoy the humorous idea of Johnny Carvel being more upset by Grace's voracious sexual habits than her own husband was. Walter had known for many years that Grace always maintained an outside relationship with one flashy guy or another but never let it bother him. Hell, he had his fun too. 

As long as Grace kept her affairs neat and secret it was actually convenient for him. His apologetic calls from the office about having to work late were always accepted by her with enthusiasm. When he played, she played. Monogamy just wasn't their thing. 

But the young man bothered him. It wasn't like Grace to get involved with someone as risky as her daughter's boyfriend, a youth who might talk or become emotionally involved. Especially within sight of her bartender lover ... she was underestimating the repercussions of jealousy. 

Walter snapped out of his concentrated thought when he saw Eileen approaching. Through his somewhat glazed eyes he enjoyed the limber sway of her hips, the graceful bounce of her long red hair. 

She stopped right in front of him with her eyes downcast. Walter wondered how deeply his rejection of her offer had affected her. 

"Hello, Eileen," he softly said. 

"Mr. Cunningham," she said. "I should apologize for my behavior on the dance floor." 

His eyebrows lifted and a happy smile came across his face. "Huh? Why? There's no need to apologize." 

"Yes there is. I was very forward, I had no right to ask what I did." 

His hand reached out to lift her face up by the chin. "You had every right," he said. "You were honest, sincere and very flattering." 

A tear was building in her eye as she said, "But I was wrong to think you'd accept me." 

"I was wrong not to." 

His statement caught her by surprise. Eileen stepped back and looked at him with hope. "You were wrong?" 

He nodded. "And if you'll forgive an old man his lack of clear thinking when what he wants is offered I'd like to change my answer from 'no' to 'yes.'" 

"Yes?" she asked. 

"If you'll have me," Walter seriously replied. 

Her face beamed with joy. "When?" 

Walter gazed around the dance floor and it reminded him of his wife's disappearance. "We have an old saying in the business world: 'There's no time like the present.'" 

Teresa stood by the punchbowl and watched her father and Eileen over the shoulder of a young, joke-cracking tennis enthusiast. When she saw her father walk casually to the side door end exit she knew something was in the wind. Eileen didn't return to the group, instead she slowly walked to the main entrance of the dance hall and suddenly was gone. 

Teresa's pulse was pounding in her temples and she felt a warm thrill. The thought of Eileen telling her everything about it, explaining in great detail what it was like to sleep with her father, made Teresa's body flood with curious excitement. 

Eileen walked through the parking lot like Mr. Cunningham had said. When she reached the edge of the golf green she stopped and stood alone in the darkness. The soft purr of an electric motor grew louder in her ears. Then there he was. Cutting across the grass in an electric golf cart with a striped awning on top and Terra-Mar Country Club stenciled on the side. 

He stopped in front of Eileen and giggled. "I hope they don't notice this is missing," he said. 

Eileen sat beside him and asked, "Where are we going to go?" 

"To my secret hideaway, my dear," laughed Walter as he pressed the pedal to the floor and the golf cart whizzed off into the night. 

Eileen excitedly held onto the frame work of the cart as it zipped over the grass, around sand traps, past a grove of trees, then abruptly turned toward the edge of the green. In the moonlight she saw the pointed roof of a small building almost hidden in the trees and shrubs surrounding the course. 

"There?" she asked. 

Walter nodded while searching for the small path winding into the dense bushes and leading to the cottage. The branches of small trees slapped at the canopy top of the cart as he maneuvered down the narrow walkway. Suddenly they were beside the cottage and he stopped. 

"What is this place?" asked Eileen. 

"Before this property was purchased by the country club it was an estate. This is one of the only original buildings still standing. All the rest were torn down. It was the ground keeper's cottage," said Walter. 

"Does anyone live here now?" asked Eileen. 

"No. Several of us husbands got together and leased it as a private clubhouse for our Wednesday night card games. Other than that it's never used." 

Walter pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the large, solid-oak front door while Eileen stared at the beautiful dream house with ivy-covered walls. As she stepped inside the dark doorway Walter moved ahead and nicked on a lamp. 

The large downstairs room was lavishly decorated with a long bar, several leather chairs and a round card table covered with green velvet. It was indeed a place for men, she surmised. Trophy trout, elk heads and photographs of men at their different sports covered the walls. 

"This is where we play cards," said Walter. 

"For money?" she asked. 

He grinned. "Money ... and other things ... " 

"What other things?" Eileen asked. 

"Follow me," he said while leading the way up the stairs with cautious steps. 

Walter felt good. He had stopped drinking just in time. Any more would have been too much, any less not enough to maintain the carefree, giddy feeling he had. He knew he was violating a firm club rule by bringing Eileen here but he didn't care; after all, he was president of the club-within-a-club and they would never know anyway. 

When he reached the top of the stairs he stood in the dark and waited until Eileen gently bumped into him. 

"Oh, excuse me, Mr. Cunningham." 

He put his arms tenderly around her shoulders and whispered softly in her ear. "You must promise that everything you see and hear tonight will be kept strictly between you and me. The fact that we were here, the room you are about to see ... everything." 

She gazed up into his twinkling eyes, her face beamed with the thrill of secrecy. "I promise," she said. 

He brought his hungry mouth down to hers and felt her suck greedily at his lips. The mouths pressed hard together as her tongue snaked curiously along his teeth, beside his gums and to scoop deeply at his liquor-tasting saliva. 

Walter hadn't tasted anything so fresh in years. Her clean, bare lips caressed against his like soft silk, the eagerness of her sucking mouth and exploring tongue threw his senses into a whirlwind of excitement. The press of her lithe, soft body up against his made his cock pound with heat and grow into a stiff erection. 

She felt the cock lifting in his pants, felt the hard knob jutting against her belly, slowly edging higher and higher until it was a straight shaft of iron. Eileen rolled against it, put her full weight on it to hug it between them. His hands moved down from her shoulders to cup the haughty curve of her ass and pull it up and tight against the grinding of his hips. 

Eileen's breath was instantly out of control. She gasped for each lungful of air as his hands covered her ass and massaged through the fabric of her short skirt. She could feel his fingers digging deep, burrowing into the channel between her buns, pressing against her anus, causing her knees to feel weak and her pussy to leak. 

He pulled away and left her standing with poor balance. Taking her by the hand he led her to the doorway at the end of the short hallway. He opened it and turned on the light. She had never seen a larger bed in all her life. A four-poster with all the frills and decorations she would have expected to find in the home of an ancient spinster. 

"Apparently the ground keeper enjoyed his love fife," remarked Walter. "It's been said that after his wife died he had a hell of a time keeping the estate owner's maids, governess and daughters all content. In fact, the bed is rumored to have been a gift from the lady of the house." 

"I can't believe it! It's so big!" exclaimed Eileen. 

Walter laughed. "On Wednesday nights each of us chips in twenty dollars to hire someone beautiful enough to compliment this outstanding bed. The big winner of the night enjoys himself up here as an extra bonus." 

Eileen sat on the edge of the bed. It was a firm mattress with expensive bedding. Then she saw Walter was removing his jacket and took the cue. She didn't want to appear inexperienced so she kicked her shoes off and started to unbutton her blouse. But she had to ask. 

"How many men play in the card game?" 

"Six." He was removing his pants and she saw the giant bulge in his shorts. 

Quickly she added it up. Six men at twenty dollars each meant the lucky lady earned one hundred twenty dollars in one night. Plus she earned it in this beautiful bed. Eileen realized she'd have done it for free just to be privileged enough to sleep here. 

He was nude and waiting. Eileen's pulse was pumping hard throughout her body. She had made it with guys before but never like this. Never where they just got undressed and climbed into bed. Usually it was in a car after a long, drawn-out session of necking with lots to drink. This was so open, so much like two married people, so committed. 

His cock was large, large and red. It stood stiff and high as he moved to her side and sat. With gentle hands Walter helped her unbutton the rest of the blouse, then reached back to undo her bra. When he saw the adolescent ripeness of her small, cone-like breasts with the pointed, beige-fleshed nipples, he licked his lips. They were exactly as he had pictured them. 

She stood in front of him as he unzipped her skirt and let it drop down her long, slender legs. She was wearing panty hose with scanty bikini pants underneath. He took his time and enjoyed the act of rolling the hose down her velvet-soft thighs until she stepped free of them. 

He could feel the heat of her nude body against his face, he could see the muscles of her stomach trembling with nervous excitement. When he hooked a ringer inside the elastic of her white panties her whole body shuddered involuntarily and a hand came up to her mouth. 

Walter looked up at her face and saw she had her eyes closed. She was putty in his hands, afraid to move, afraid to do anything but let him do what he wanted. And screaming inside for him to do everything he wanted. He tugged the panties down on her hips until the first wisps of red pubic hair peeked over the elastic band. 

He left them there and turned her around. The panties were halfway down the slope of her rump so that the uppermost part of her crack showed. He eased them down until each round, proud cheek of glowing white flesh was fully exposed to his anxious eyes. 

Her ass was gorgeous. He had dreamed of it a hundred times. Pictured the flawless skin, the husky thrust, the depth of shadow of her crack. It was better than his dreams. Like two giant scoops of peach ice cream snuggled next to each other with a tasty cherry down deep between. 

Walter leaned forward and kissed each cheek. He felt her body shake and heard the deep rasping of her breath. He could smell the odors of her heated crotch, the fumes of her running motor, the aroma of good things cooking. 

With her back still to him he pulled the panties down to her ankles and watched as she stepped free. The merest hint of her pink twat showed for a second deep between her buns and thighs before she stood tall again. He wanted to savor each second with her, enjoy the freshness of her body to the utmost degree. 

She faced him and he saw the shyness of her expression. She was embarrassed, unsure of herself. Her arms came up to cover the inadequacy of her breasts, her legs were tight together to hide the sparsity of her pubic hair. Eileen had hoped they would meet in the dark and undress while rolling about on the bed. That way he'd never get to really look at her and see how skinny and flat she was. She knew she was nothing compared to Mrs. Cunningham with her enormous breasts, full hips and obvious experience. 

Walter smiled warmly and said, "You're beautiful, Eileen. Very beautiful." 

"Me?" she stammered. 

His hands went to her hips and drew her close as he said, "You." 

He kissed each fragile nipple once and watched as they responded into hard bumps of red flesh. Goose bumps dotted the meat of her breasts and the trembling of her breathing made her shoulders involuntarily rock forward. Walter cupped the cool fullness of her ass in his hands and pulled her shaking body down onto his. 

The feel of her light, squirming body against his made his cock throb with power and his guts wrench with eagerness but Walter took his time. His fingers followed the valley of her ass down until he caressed the small hole of her anus. Eileen's hips started to respond instantly by working diligently at the solid spike before her. 

Walter felt the soft caress of her pubic hair rubbing back and forth against his cock, felt the heat of her twat against his testicles. His hand reached deep into the softness of her ass and inner thighs until his fingers touched the slippery moisture of her running box. 

Eileen's legs moved apart until the knees rested on each side of his thighs. His fingers probed into the firm-lipped opening of the gushing, steaming gash. Walter pressed his middle finger deep into the snug hole and twirled against the drooling walls of her quivering cunt. 

She was kissing his mouth, his eyes, his face and neck as his hand drove her passion beyond containable limits. With a panicky gasp she gulped for air as the bolts of furious pleasure began to rebound throughout her grinding, jerking, shuddering young body. 

Walter lay back and kept stabbing his finger into the screaming hardness of her clitoris as she lost all control and clung to his body like a drowning mermaid. Her hips battered down repeatedly at him, she ground her breasts huskily against his hairy chest and cried with happiness in his saliva-soaked ear. 

"Oh! Oh! Uhhh!" she groaned as the torrents of unequalled happiness started to ebb. 

Walter rubbed his free hand up and down the ridge of her spine while inserting his finger deep into the tight cunt to feel the final spasms of orgasm. She was limp, spent, satisfied and happy as she lay in his stroking arms. Then she felt his hands gently urging her onto the bed beside him. 

Eileen rolled off him onto her back. With alert eyes she looked into his face for instruction. 

"Open your legs wide apart," Walter said. 

Eileen stretched her curving limbs far to each side. In the dim lamplight, the soft flesh of her inner thighs shined with moisture spilled from her cunt. Walter gazed down at the crimson lips of her tiny twat, at the red hair which looked like the flicker of flame from a match ignited in her crotch. The folds of her ass supported her cunt like a pedestal of flesh. 

She expected him to mount her. To fill the aching void in her cunt with his hard meat. But he didn't. Instead, Walter stretched across the bed and laid his head between her sweet thighs to sniff and taste the treats of her vibrant pussy. 

He licked away all the drool on her thighs and felt the shaking return to her body. As his tongue worked closer and closer to the tissues of her cunt she grew more and more tense, more and more excited. He ran his tongue down to taste the delicious wet on each cheek of her squashed rump. 

Her thighs quivered and goose-bumps dotted the white flesh as he drove his tongue between the cheeks of her ass to lick her anus into a tight, contracted knot. Then he swept up to the gleaming lips and abruptly stabbed his tongue deep inside the hug of her burning walls. 

"Ahhhhh ..." she sighed as she felt the pliant mass soothe the apprehension away. 

Walter had never tasted a more delicious, fresher cunt in his life. It tasted like pure, clean flesh and gushed streams of delicate cream into his sucking lips. He drew the loose flesh into his mouth and jabbed his tongue as far inside as it could reach. Her thighs clamped around his head and she hoisted her lithe body hungrily up to his face. 

He licked her pubic hair until it clung flat like a greased hairdo and sucked her navel until she groaned with distraction. She was crying for his cock, moaning with pain to feel the glorious fill of her steaming crack with his mighty pillar of hard muscle. 

Her hand was grabbing at the cock, pulling it, trying to guide it up her leg to the cravings of her crotch. But Walter took his time and enjoyed mouthfuls of her small breasts and puckered nipples before crawling high enough to touch into the slickness of her cunt. 

She was humping up at him eagerly, trying to wrap her screaming cunt around his shaft. "Please! Please ... Mr. Cunningham ... Please put it in me!" 

He kissed her mouth to silence her and grabbed down to hold each of her thighs with his hands. He lifted them up high and bent them back toward her shoulders. Her crotch was opened up to him fully, the crying lips of her juicy twat sat vulnerably before the flared head of his poised cock. 

As he parted his lips from hers, Eileen managed to mouth the word, "Please." 

The pulpy head of his rod pressed solidly into the wet lips of her cunt and they parted into a wide, tight clamp of moist flesh around him. He pushed and the cock-head stretched the opening wide enough to dig inside. Eileen sucked in a deep breath of air as she felt the straining mass of his cock bite its way inside.

The fantastic squeeze of her small twat embraced every entering inch of his cock as Walter steadily pushed deeper and deeper. The firm flesh of her body trembled under him as he sank his stick to full depth and heard the painful moan come from her gurgling throat, 

"Ohhh ..." she sighed. 

It felt like his cock was wrapped with a thousand burning rubber bands as the muscles of her cunt started shuddering and clamping at him. The flowing liquids creamed around the large guest to welcome it, bathe it with gratitude, cry with happiness all around it. 

The grate of his flared head inflamed the tissues of her box as he slowly pulled up and almost all the way out. The deep regions of her cunt felt terribly empty after the cock moved away. She squirmed and lifted up for more. Walter plunged down deep to refill the void with crashing cock and make her shuddering muscles shudder with climax. 

Eileen strained up and let out a shrill cry as her belly collapsed and her hips jutted fiercely into the filling stab of his rod. Her insides began to shake and rumble, she grabbed at empty air with her toes, wrapped her arms possessively around his shoulders and kept heaving her glorying pussy up for more and more of the cramming cock. 

Walter kept pumping, driving his meat deep and fast as her hole stuttered around it. The spasmodic grabs of her pussy walls tore at his pecker each time it moved. His legs flexed, his hips jerked, his rump dipped deep between her upraised thighs to chum his stick deeper and deeper into the delicacy of the climaxing cunt. 

He reached down and grabbed her ass to hold her writhing torso steady as he plastered himself repeatedly in and out. She was young and hard, eager and willing, she took everything he could manage to shove inside her. His fingers pressed into the tender hole of her ass and she squirmed. 

But he inserted his middle finger inside the tight ring and watched her surprised face look up with shock. Beads of sweat coated her upper lip, she tried to speak, to beg him not to probe her ass ... but no words came out. Instead a deep sigh of great pleasure issued from her sweet lips, her large eyes were closed away behind the lids. 

Walter twirled his finger around as he stabbed his cock faster into the cunt. Her climax had passed and now he could feel her working at him. She was trying to learn, trying to match his rhythm and tempo. As he shoved in she lifted up to catch his thrust. As he withdrew she lowered with a washing twist. 

Walter slowed his pace and she caught onto the steady dance of his experienced cock. Steadily they pumped their hot organs in and around each other until Eileen's breath caught, she gasped, another climax was coming. Walter maintained the rhythm and she did her best to keep control. 

But her rasping breath grew louder, she bent her head way back and groaned, "Oh-Mr. Cunningham, it feels so wonderful, so great!" 

His cock was melting with fire, the tip tingled and felt like it was going to explode. He could feel the sperm rising in his guts, the length of his cock felt electrically wired, the cream was about to come. He jammed his cock deep into the cunt just as it ignited into another surging climax of sucking muscles and jerking hips. 

He cemented her cunt with sperm. It issued in thick, pasty spurts of pure white to coat the inside of her cunt with sticky, hot glue. Eileen felt her box filling with the boiling milk, the hot butter, the churning cream and she pulled his humping body down tight onto hers. 

His hips ground with animal abandon between her legs as gush after gush of his cream was given to her. She was proud, honored to know that her pussy was filled with the mature sperm of this man she admired so much. Her legs wrapped around his to hold him in the position forever. 

Walter relaxed and let his body revel in the sweet embrace of her thighs. His hips followed each spurt of jizm to plow the head of his cock deep inside her. She humped up happily to take each thrust fully. 

The frantic nature of their fucking eased off and he slowly worked his cock in and out of the cream-smeared pussy until the hardness started to die away. Then he withdrew it and heard her moan with disappointment. 

"All good things must come to an end," he whispered into her ear. 

"I know. But that was so good. I wish it could just go on forever," she said. 

Her face was glowing with the satisfaction of an accomplished woman. She no longer looked like a juvenile to him, she radiated her maturity, her ability to please and be pleased. Walter sat on the edge of the bed and said, "I know, I'd like to do it once again but unfortunately I'll have to rest up a while." 

"Can we take a nap?" Eileen eagerly asked. 

He shook his head. "No, I have to get back to the party before I'm missed." 

"Oh." 

"Mrs. Cunningham might be through with her business in the office and wonder where I am," he said. 

"Oh," she said with disappointment. 

Impulsively, Walter turned to her and asked, "What's going on between Teresa and that young lifeguard ... what's his name?" 

"Alan? What do you mean?" 

"Are they still going out?" 

Eileen shook her head. "No, not anymore." 

"Why not?" 

"Well ..." she said, then stopped. 

Walter looked down at her. "You're not going to keep secrets from me now, are you?" 

She smiled. There was no reason for her not to tell him, Teresa hadn't sworn her to secrecy. "She was going out with him but Mrs. Cunningham didn't like it. She told Alan to stay away from Teresa ... " 

Walter's eyebrow lifted. "Oh? And how did she manage to persuade him?" 

Eileen's face flushed with embarrassment. "Oh ... I don't think I should say, Mr. Cunningham." 

He put his hand softly against her cheek and said, "I think you should, Eileen. I'm only asking because I want to be sure Teresa is happy. I know about the affairs of my wife, I usually find out one way or another. But this is a new one and it smells fishy." 

"Fishy is right," she emphatically said. "Teresa really liked Alan and she was awfully mad when Mrs. Cunningham stole him from her!" 

"Stole him? Is she sleeping with him?" 

Eileen held nothing back. "Yes. It got Teresa mad enough to make a play for Mrs. Cunningham's usual boyfriend." 

"The bartender? Johnny what's-his-name?" 

"Carvel." Eileen nodded. "Yes, she wanted to show her mother that two can play the same game." 

Walter stood up and inhaled deeply. "Well, I'd better straighten this mess out before it goes too far," he mumbled. 

"Do you want me to go with you?" Eileen asked. 

"No," he answered. "You stay here and take a nap. After I have a talk with my wife she'll probably run home in a rage. I'll most likely feel like staying here for the night." 

Eileen slid under the luxurious covers of the bed. She liked the idea. "Okay, I'll be waiting." 

"Fine." 

Walter dressed quickly and went to the bathroom. His mind was clear, the effects of the liquor were worn off. He knew what he had to do, something he didn't look forward to, but a necessity to maintain peace between the two women who lived with him. 

The cool evening air felt good as he climbed into the golf cart and steered it down the path to the golf course. He kept it at full speed and aimed for the lights of the clubhouse in the distance. He knew he'd, have to tell Grace he was aware of what she was doing and to stop it immediately. But that would lead to her cross-accusations concerning his frequently working late. The whole thing would erupt into a silly argument about who was more in the wrong. 

But he was going to do it. Anything to save Teresa from the torture of a meddling mother. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Grace Cunningham finally found Teresa inside the dance hall. She casually motioned to her daughter and waited while Teresa took her time walking over. Grace took another disdainful look at Teresa's flamboyant outfit and squelched her desire to remark about it. 

"Have you seen your father?" she asked. 

Teresa shrugged. "He was here just a little while ago, Mom. Haven't you been keeping an eye on him?" 

Grace looked around the dance floor. "No, I've been busy in my office." 

"Did you check the bar?" 

Grace shook her head. "No. I'll go look now. If you see him, tell him I'm looking for him." 

"When you're in the bar say hello to Johnny for me," slurred Teresa. 

Grace sneered at her daughter and said, "I'll tell him goodbye for you, my dear." 

"What do you mean by that?" 

"I mean it's all over between you and Johnny Carvel. You no longer interest him." 

Teresa's face turned red as she hissed, "What have you done, you conniving ... ?" 

But Grace didn't let her finish. She smiled sweetly and turned toward the bar. Teresa swallowed her words and let the anger ease from her limbs. She was glad she hadn't mentioned that her father left with Eileen just a few minutes ago. She wanted to enjoy the revenge and justice of fixing her father up with her girlfriend, but decided to hold off and just enjoy the secret knowledge of her father's activities. 

Grace stepped into the bar and looked around. The last time she had seen her husband he was sitting at the table by the window with the other men. But his chair was empty. The men were still there, drinking, laughing. She thought for a moment about approaching them and asking but stopped. 

It dawned on her: he was facing the pool all the time she was gone. Looking out on the pool and directly across to her office. He had to see her come and go, had to have seen the visits by Johnny and Alan. Grace swallowed, she knew it would take an awfully ignorant husband not to add it all together and come up with some serious suspicions. 

Johnny Carvel smiled as Grace hurried over to the bar. "Hi, Grace, what'll you have?" he asked. 

"Cut out the small talk, Johnny. Have you seen Walter? He was in here just a while ago." 

Johnny grinned and wiped the bar with his rag. "Yeah, he was here. I sent him over quite a few good drinks in fact." 

"Where did he go?" she anxiously asked. 

Johnny shrugged. "Hell, I don't know." 

She leaned close and forcefully asked, "Are you sure? Or are you lying to me?" 

Johnny stepped back and raised his hands. "Honest, Grace, I don't know where he went!" 

"When did he leave?" she demanded. 

Several people at the bar were turning to see what the loud voices were. Johnny quickly bent down and started preparing a drink. Grace turned her back to him and looked innocently across the room. Finally Johnny placed a drink on the bar next to her elbow. 

"Fifteen, twenty minutes ago ... maybe half an hour. Hell, I've got other things to do than watch your husband," whispered Johnny. 

"Do you have any idea why he left?" she quietly asked. 

"I sure do," he said. 

"Why?" 

"Because he was getting tired of watching guys meet you in your office. Me included. And that lifeguard." 

Grace took a long sip of her drink. "Oh." 

"What went on with you and that boy?" asked Johnny. "You were in there long enough." 

Grace swallowed more drink. "I had to tell him we were through, you know that. Something like that can't be done in two minutes." 

"Like shit," hissed Johnny. "It didn't even take you five seconds to do it to me." 

"You're a grown man, he's just a young boy," she said. 

Johnny laughed. "All of a sudden you're all heart! Concerned for the feelings of men you drop!" 

"Shhhhh!" she hissed. "Was he with anyone?" 

"Who?" 

"My husband! You know damn well who I mean!" 

"No. All I saw was him getting up and walking into the dance. That's it." 

Grace finished off the drink and clunked the glass onto the bar. She was determined to get to the bottom of this. As she stomped back to the dance Johnny picked up the glass with wonder. He grinned and shook his head. He'd laced that drink with enough alcohol to drown a horse and it hardly phased her. With a short laugh he dropped it into the sink and resumed wiping the bar with his rag. 

Grace ran right into Teresa as she entered the dance. Teresa was on her way into the bar to see what Johnny had to say about their being through. 

"Teresa! There you are!" snapped Grace. 

"What is it, Mother?" asked Teresa with scorn. 

"Don't use that tone of voice with me, young lady," snarled Grace. 

"What do you want?" 

"You lied to me, didn't you?" asked Grace. 

"Mother, I've been lying to you all my life! It's the only way I can deal with you. Okay? Now why don't you leave me alone?" Teresa stated. 

"Who was your father with when he left? And don't try to tell me you didn't notice!" Grace grabbed Teresa by the arm and squeezed tight. 

"Let go of me!" hissed Teresa. 

"Tell me! I know you well enough to know you wouldn't have let him leave without noticing!" 

"What makes you think he left with anybody? Maybe he got disgusted with you and your whoring around and just went home alone!" 

Grace's hand slashed in an arc at Teresa's face but missed as Teresa ducked and jerked her arm free. "You bitch!" Teresa hissed under her breath. "You bet your ass he left here with somebody!" 

Grace moved in close. "Who?" 

"Somebody who'll make him feel like a real man. Someone who honestly appreciates him!" 

"Goddamit! Who?" 

Teresa laughed. "I'm not going to tell you! All I'll say is that she's a hell of a lot better than you ever were or are now!" 

Grace was furious. She stomped away from Teresa and went to the main entrance. Outside sat the family car. Wherever he'd gone, it wasn't in the car; he had to be somewhere close by. She walked out into the cool air and circled the building on legs that were steadily growing numb with rage and alcohol. Finally she staggered into the bar once again. 

"Johnny," she whispered from the edge of the bar. 

Johnny held his hand up and motioned for her to wait while he mixed a drink. As soon as he was done he moved to her and put the drink down in front of her. She picked it up and drank. 

"Where would a man go if he found someone to play around with?" she asked. 

"A hotel?" 

"No." She shook her head. "I mean here. Here on the grounds of the club." 

"Your office?" he asked. 

"Cut it out, Johnny! Where would Walter go if he wanted to be alone? Where would you go?" 

Johnny thought for a minute before answering. "Out on the golf course, to the old ground-keeper's cottage. That's where I'd go if I had a key." 

Grace staggered back. Of course. She grabbed the potent drink and gulped it down before reeling around and dashing back outside. The old cottage! Why hadn't she thought of that? He and his buddies have their poker games out there ... and God knows what else. 

She started to walk, then saw the row of golf carts sitting by the green grass. She had never driven one before but soon discovered the foot pedal on the floor and shot off across the slopes to the electric whine of the engine. The air blew against her face, sobering her enough to realize when she had gone too far. 

She made a circular turn and aimed the cart toward the dark grove of trees where she was sure the cottage used to be. By the time she found it the house was dark except for a dim light in one of the upstairs windows. Grace plowed the cart into the thick bushes surrounding the cottage before she could figure out which pedal was the brake. 

She climbed away from the golf cart with an awkward lurch and searched for a path. With an unsteady gait she maneuvered down the stone walk to the front door. She held still and listened. Everything was quiet, no other golf carts, no noises, only the upstairs light. 

She tried the door. It opened and she stepped into the dark room. Grace stood silent again and listened. Nothing. Instead of turning on any lights, she found her way to the stairs and slowly moved from step to step until reaching the short hallway at the top. 

Grace kept her bleary eyes glued to the light shining through the crack at the bottom of the closed door. She took staggering step after step until reaching the door. Her nerves were pounding throughout her body as she reached for the knob and wondered what would be found on the other side. 

With a quick lunge she threw the door open and stepped into the light of the room. An accusing "Ah!" was on her lips but she had to hold it back. The room looked empty. The large bed was messed with heaped covers but there were no other signs of life. 

Then the edge of the blankets moved and Grace pushed the door quietly closed. She watched intently as a slim form rolled under the covers and wheezed with sleep. Several strands of healthy red hair on the pillow gave Grace her first clue about who was under the covers. 

She gently lifted the blankets and looked down on the peacefully sleeping face of Eileen. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth tightly upon recognizing Teresa's girlfriend. It all fit together, Teresa using Eileen as a form of revenge against her. 

But Walter wasn't there. She had no way of proving anything. That's what hurt the most. Grace started to lower the covers back down but her eyes fell on the soft curve of Eileen's smooth throat. She lifted the covers to see more of the girl her husband just left. 

The small white breasts lifted with each breath of Eileen's sleeping body. The nipples were relaxed, fleshy and soft. Her slight arms and limber body were fully open and inviting. The narrow waist was bent, the hips rested on one side and her legs stretched downward in a hugging tangle. 

Grace felt the saliva well into her mouth as she stared at the limber, supple form. She wanted to scream with rage and drive the naked girl from the house but instead she kept staring, wondering, desiring. Her hand moved down to slowly caress the slender arm of the sleeping beauty. 

From the arm her fingers trailed to the modest lump of breast to touch and press against the pliant nipple. The flesh of the nipple started to pucker and grow red. Eileen's body stretched and she let out a sigh of pleasure. Grace cupped the small tit in her hand and gave it a firm, rubbing squeeze until another sigh came from Eileen's sleeping mouth. 

She pushed the covers completely away from the body and sat down next to her. With both hands she softly kneaded the two girlish tits until they responded with pinpoint nipples and a covering of goose flesh. In her sleep Eileen was making low, guttural moans, her shoulders were rolling from side to side as she felt the pleasant caresses. 

Grace was intrigued by Eileen's flawless flesh and curving lines, so much so that she forgot where she was. Her spinning head wanted only one thing, to feel and touch this lovely young creature, to taste and hold the youth next to her where she might somehow drain the loveliness into herself. 

As Grace's hand moved down from the breast to the flatness of her belly Eileen's hips rolled until she was totally on her back. In response to the traveling hand her legs opened to each side to lay the red-haired mound of her waiting cunt open to Grace's touch. 

But Grace held her hand on the small belly and leaned down to kiss each contracted nipple, to suck the sweetness of their firm skin between her lips and tease her tongue across the tiny bump on top. Eileen's chest and breasts heaved up to the licking face, sucking lips, chewing teeth. She groaned aloud this time and wrapped her arms around the kissing head. 

Grace burrowed into the sparse meat of the tits and rubbed her face back and forth against the saliva-soaked nipples. She felt the young body washing below her, grinding, twisting hungrily in response to her hands and mouth. 

She kissed a winding trail down the body until her lips met the wisps of red pubic hair. Grace could smell the husky odor of recent sex coming from the waiting crotch, she could almost taste the remains of her husband on the flesh of this youthful form. 

She touched the red lips of Eileen's wet slit with her fingers and followed them around the complete hole. Eileen's hips were swaying slowly with happiness as Grace inserted her finger inside the twat to feel the heat, the slickness, the abundant juices of the eager, boiling hole. 

Grace ran her ringer deep inside Eileen and swirled it from wall to wall until the hips were jerking with frantic passion below her. Then she withdrew the cream-soaked finger and lifted it to her lips. The tastes of male and female melted onto her tongue as she sucked the wetness into her mouth and down her throat. 

Grace pulled away from the groaning form with a sudden jerk. She stood next to the bed on unsteady legs and gazed down at the vulnerable child spread across the mattress. The taste of sperm filled her mouth, Walter's sperm, bitter sperm. With a silent curse she started undressing. 

Once she was as nude as the girl on the bed, Grace lay down so that her head rested between the spread legs. The ripe smell of the small cunt filled her nostrils as she drew her mouth close and kissed the moist lips, licked the dribbling liquids and stabbed her tongue deep inside. 

The heated hug of the cunt around her tongue made Grace's senses reel with vibrant feeling. She stabbed deep, twisted and rolled her tongue like a frantic snake until the pussy was crying excited juices down to her sucking lips. Eileen's body was throbbing with energy, lifting and shoving the mouthed twat eagerly up to her buried head. 

When Eileen's eyes opened and she felt the surges of warmth throughout her insides she thought Mr. Cunningham had returned. She lowered her hands down to wrap around the head between her legs, the head that was giving her such wonderful pleasure. Then she felt the hair, long, much too long to be that of Walter, thicker, not his. 

She raised up as best she could and looked down. The realization that the body between her legs was a woman's stunned Eileen. She fell back and rubbed her eyes in disbelief. Then she lifted again and stared. It took only seconds for her to recognize the deep tan and full, curving body of Grace Cunningham. With a fearful whimper she fell back onto the mattress and wondered what to do. 

But the tongue felt too good. It was scrubbing her cunt with rapid strokes which hit in exactly the right places. Her clitoris was swollen and about to explode, the walls of her steaming box were quivering with excitement, the pliable caress of the digging tongue sent her into a wild orgasm. 

She grabbed at the hair and pulled to force the face even deeper into her crotch. Her hips rose up and swayed with complete release against the sucking, gnawing mouth as her guts exploded and streams of cooking fluids flowed like hot butter into the scooping lips. 

Grace felt the body responding to her mouth and reached under the straining cheeks of Eileen's ass to hold her writhing hips like a chalice while she drank the wine of her body. She ran her tongue in wide sweeps across the inner thighs and down to the crevice of the rump. Eileen's breath was a howl of wind, her rib cage heaved and she trembled from head to toe as the final burst of joy ran from her. 

Grace began kissing the limp body once the orgasm passed. She lovingly kissed the hips, the belly and went back to the adolescent breasts. Quivers of excitement traveled under her mouth from all the flesh she touched with her searching, nipping lips and tongue. 

As Grace brought her starving mouth down on the fresh lips of Eileen she saw the girl was awake, wide-eyed with wonder, flushed with pleasure. She stabbed her tongue far into the gaping mouth and felt the small wet tongue lift up in happy response to writhe against her own. 

"Hello, Mrs. Cunningham," wheezed Eileen as the older lady drew her mouth away. 

"Hello, Eileen," said Grace with a husky, dry tone of anxious desire. 

Grace didn't give Eileen any more time to talk. She grabbed her hand and firmly pressed it into the running fire of her own screaming cunt. The fingers started to instantly explore the fullness and heat of her lips and vulva. Then Grace sighed with relief as she felt the fingers dip and wiggle inside the fluid-dripping foreskins of her twat. 

"Yes, my dear ... Yes, that's it," she whispered into Eileen's ear. 

Eileen shoved her two fingers far inside the squeezing gash to taunt the sensitive tissues into more and more release of running wetness. She twisted them from side to side until Grace lurched away with a groan and grabbed her by the shoulders. She pulled the young girl down and over her thighs until the red head rested between her open, screaming thighs. 

"Eat me! Eat my cunt!" she cried with agony. "Please me as much as you did him!" 

Eileen's face was tightly crammed into the matted, soaked crotch. She could feel the slippery lips grinding against her mouth with more and more pressure. She was shocked, surprised, she had never done anything like this before but knew she had very little choice. 

She opened her mouth and felt the burning flesh slip inside her lips. The taste of ripe juices flooded her mouth, filled her nostrils, made her senses reel with renewed excitement. She pushed her tongue at the cunt and felt it open with ease to allow her full, unhampered entry. 

Grace kept her hands on the back of the young girl's head and ground her twat up into the curious face. She felt the tongue tentatively touching inside her twat, exploring, tasting. Then the mouth sucked softly, drew her pussy lips inside and gave them a firm squeeze. Eileen's lips and tongue were increasing their movement, stabbing, lapping, sucking the screaming heat from Grace's outraged hole. 

Grace rolled to her back alongside the lithe form. While Eileen kept sucking at her cunt she pulled the slim legs up to her shoulders and burrowed into the furry patch of matted red hair between. She pushed the thighs wide apart to open the young cunt to her full mouth. Then she filled it with the swirling wash of her tongue. 

As Eileen licked deeper and deeper into the heaving cunt at her face she felt a finger making small circles around the rim of her anus. The pressure of the fingertip grew stronger each second until her anus expanded open to allow it inside. The filling feeling made Eileen dive hard into the deliciousness of the draining gash. 

Grace inserted her tongue to full depth then pressed her finger inside the tight little asshole until it was completely buried. Then she bent it, twisted it, made the limber torso squirm with painful pleasure as she reamed her cunt and probed her asshole. 

Eileen's body started to buck violently and tremble as another climax cascaded through her. Grace pumped her finger rapidly in and out of the asshole as perspiration coated Eileen's thrashing, humping body. 

Eileen frantically tried to keep her breath, tried to maintain some kind of control, but she couldn't. Her senses were much too excited to respond to her will as the tongue and finger drove her to greater and greater excitement. She reached around Grace's full, curving thigh and grabbed at the cheeks of her round, mature backside. 

She probed her finger into the crack, finding the asshole and shoved. Grace eased her thighs open more and the tiny finger slid quickly inside the grabbing anus. Now they were evenly matched, sucking and probing, digging and licking. 

With their bodies intertwined Grace used her tongue to feel the firm pulpiness surrounding Eileen's fresh pussy. She brushed through the sparse hair, pushed the lips back and forth, rammed solidly into the hard, extremely sensitive clitoris and felt the young girl instantly twist with great throbs of rolling pleasure. 

Eileen tried her best to please Grace as much as she was pleasing her. But she didn't know what to do. She battered her tongue against the stiff clitoris, sucked hard at the hanging lips, stuffed her tongue as deep as she could reach. Then she began to pump her finger like it was a cock, a cock in Grace's tight asshole. 

Grace's hips started to grind up with each jab of the finger and deep plunge of the tongue. Eileen sped up her efforts until her hand was a blur between the oval cheeks and her tongue a non-stop flow of thrusting, pulling muscle. The scorching heat of the cunt grew with each moment. 

"Yes! Yes!" moaned Grace. 

Eileen clamped tightly to the open crotch and threw herself completely into pleasing her girlfriend's mother. The body under her was rising and dropping with a steady roll of the hips and lurch of the chest when she pressed her teeth against the cooking clitoris. 

"Uhhhh! Yes!" screeched Grace. 

Eileen chewed deep into the juice-soaked gash until the clitoris bulged stiffly between her teeth. Grace was crying out a steady groan of ecstasy when her hips jutted fiercely up and bounded from side to side. Eileen's head stayed between the thighs to keep eating and increasing the height of Grace's humping orgasm. 

"Oh God! Yes! It feels so good!" Grace cried with strain from her throat. 

Then another climax bolted through Eileen's riding body to send her into spasms of happiness. Their arms clamped tightly around the legs of each other to hug each crying pussy as close as possible while the creams of their insides poured steadily into their mouths. 

They rolled from one side of the bed to the other and back in their throes of mutual release, until the hugging arms and straining thighs, relaxed. Eileen was again on top of Grace when the rolling stopped, her long red hair was splayed out like a fan of fire across the back of her head. 

The two females were motionless as they rested and didn't speak. Eventually the sleep-filled eyes of Eileen closed and the reddened, spinning eyes of Grace did likewise. 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

Walter Cunningham was still angry when he wheeled the golf cart to the edge of the green next to the clubhouse. He walked quickly to the bar and stood in the doorway searching for his wife. The guys at the table waved but he didn't go over, instead he turned and headed into the dance hall where the festivities were going full-blast. 

He looked at the faces in the crowded room and still failed to pick out Grace. Teresa was dancing with the young lifeguard, they were talking, smiling. Walter approved. At least they were getting back together, he thought to himself. But that still doesn't excuse Grace's manipulations and meddling. 

Walter went back to the bar and made sure Johnny Carvel was still present. He was. But Grace was nowhere to be found. He knew what he would have to do. It didn't please him to do it but there was no time like the present. The light was on in her office window as Walter approached with determined steps. He paused before the door, then lunged. 

The flimsy wooden door creaked, finally snapped like a dry twig under his weight. Walter crashed into the office like all the detectives he had seen in every cops-and-robbers movie on television. He caught himself on the desk and stood up to point an accusing finger at whoever there was to point it at. 

The office was empty. Not a soul. No wife. No lover. No woman hiding her breasts behind an open blouse, no man fumbling to get his hard cock back inside his unzipped pants. Suddenly Walter felt awfully silly. He flicked off the light and did his best to pull the shattered door closed. 

His mind was still racing, though. He was determined to give Grace a lesson, the lesson of her life. But first he had to locate her. He went back to the dance hall and found Teresa next to the punchbowl with Alan. 

"Teresa, have you seen your mother?" he asked. 

"Oh, hello Daddy," she happily said. "Mom? Oh, I saw her a little while ago ... she was looking for you." 

"She was?" 

Teresa nodded. Then she slyly added, "But I didn't tell her where you were." 

Walter frowned. Finally he asked, "Did she say why she was looking for me?" 

Teresa wanted to lie but decided against it. "Yes. She thought you were with another woman." 

He frowned again. "Did this have anything to do with her meddling in your affairs?" he bluntly asked. 

Teresa gulped. Alan felt uneasy. Mr. Cunningham looked angry, upset. "Did it?" Walter persisted. 

"Oh, Daddy," sobbed Teresa as tears started to build in her eyes. "She's been trying to break up me and Alan! Then she tried to break up me and ... " 

"You and who?" asked her father. She answered him quietly. "Me and Johnny Carvel." 

"Johnny Carvel?" asked her father with a loud voice. "You and him? I thought he was ... " 

"He was. And now he is again," said Teresa. 

"Your mother's lover?" asked Walter. 

Teresa slowly nodded but was surprised to see her father wasn't upset in the least. The only thing that seemed to bother him was the complicated mess Grace had made of things. He rubbed his chin with his hand and finally said, "You two stick around, I may want to talk to you again." 

Teresa and Alan stared questioningly at each other as Mr. Cunningham went back to the bar. 

"He seems angry," said Alan. 

"Yes. But not with you or me. He seems angry with Mother." 

"He should be. She's been cheating on him quite a bit," added Alan. 

"But that's not what's bothering him," said Teresa. "I think he's angry because she didn't leave us alone." 

Walter walked into the bar and stopped directly across from Johnny Carvel. Johnny Carvel looked up and saw the cold stare coming from the man's eyes. He swallowed the lump that quickly built in his throat. 

"Hello, Mr. Cunningham," said Johnny. "What can I pour you? Scotch?" 

"Nothing," said Walter. "I want to have a talk. A private talk." 

His clipped words sent shudders of fear down Johnny's spine. But he nodded and came from behind the bar. "Where shall we have this talk?" 

"Outside." 

Johnny followed Mr. Cunningham out to the pool area where they found an area devoid of people. Walter turned and smiled. Johnny felt better. 

"I know you and my wife are having an affair," Walter said first. 

Johnny's first impulse was to deny it but he knew better. He nodded and said, "Yes." 

"And believe it or not I don't care. As a matter of fact, I approve of it." 

"You approve?" Johnny's mouth fell open. 

"Yes. It keeps her happy and out of my hair, to put it bluntly. I'm not a man to worry about fidelity or what my wife does on her own time-as long as it's discreet. I'm not a stupid man," stated Walter. 

Johnny's mouth managed to fall open even more. "Uh ... Uh ... You mean you've known all along?" 

Walter grinned. "Sure I have. I've known about you and all the others." 

"Others?" 

With a laugh Walter said, "You don't expect a woman who cheats on her husband to be true to her boyfriend, do you?" 

"No, I guess not," admitted Johnny. 

"You're aware of her interest in the young lifeguard?" 

"Yeah," said Johnny. "But that's over." 

"So I notice," said Walter. "Are you two back together again?" 

"Well ... " 

"Come on, you can admit it. Just never tell her I approve, that's all," said Walter. 

"Yeah, we patched things up a little while ago. It seems she wanted to correct the trouble she caused between your daughter and Alan the lifeguard." 

"Uh huh," said Walter as he thought. "But that doesn't excuse her foolish behavior. She was the reason Teresa and you got together, right?" 

Johnny nodded without speaking. He had no idea Mr. Cunningham knew about that. 

"It all happened because Grace didn't think that lifeguard was good enough for our daughter," said Walter. "So she drove her into the arms of a bartender." 

"What's wrong with bartenders?" asked Johnny. 

"You'll have to ask Grace that one. She must think something is or she wouldn't have moved so fast to stop it. She chose the lesser of two evils." 

"I guess so," admitted Johnny. 

"When the most evil thing was her own behavior." 

"Right again." Johnny was feeling nervous. Mr. Cunningham's calculating discussion of his wife's actions was confusing him. Why bother to even talk about it? It was over. Everything was back the way it was. 

"She needs a lesson," said Walter. "A lesson to teach her to stay out of other people's private affairs ... even her own daughter's." 

"Do you think so?" asked Johnny. 

"What if she doesn't approve of Teresa's next boyfriend?" 

"I see what you mean." 

"Do you know where she is?" 

"Uhhh ..." stammered Johnny. 

"Where is she?" demanded Walter. 

"She was looking for you. And I mentioned the old cottage out on the golf course." 

"Oh, shit!" said Walter loudly. "Did she go out there looking for me?" 

"I guess so. She disappeared right after I mentioned the place." 

"Come on," said Walter. "We have to move fast!" 

"Where are we going?" 

"Out to the cottage! We've got to teach her a lesson right now!" 

"But ... But ..." stammered Johnny as Walter dragged him into the bar and to the dance hall. "What kind of lesson?" 

Walter spun around and faced Johnny. "That woman loves cock more than anything else in the world. Tonight she's been fucking around like a slut right under my nose. That means she wants a lot of cock tonight and that's what we're going to give her!" 

"Us?" 

"That's right!" firmly stated Walter. "So much cock she won't want to see one for months!" 

"You mean like a gang-bang?" asked Johnny incredulously. 

Walter waved to Teresa and. Alan to signal them over. "And here comes the rest of the gang," he hissed. 

"Oh, for Christ's sake," slurred Johnny. "This is ridiculous." 

"It might be," said Walter. "But it'll work. I know my wife." 

When Teresa and Alan arrived, Walter reached out and grabbed Alan by the arm. "Come on, Alan, you're coming with Johnny and me. We have a little problem to take care of." 

"Me?" asked Alan. 

"Why?" asked Teresa. 

"You wait here, Teresa," said her father with a smile. "We'll be back pretty soon." 

As her father ushered Johnny and Alan out of the building Teresa stood alone and stamped her foot. She had no idea what her father was up to. She knew only one thing. They were gone. Everyone was gone. Her mother, her boyfriend, her girlfriend, her mother's boyfriend and most of all, her father. 

Mr. Cunningham told Johnny and Alan to get into the golf cart and they started off across the green. Johnny looked over at Alan. Alan's face was puzzled. 

"We're going to have a gang-bang," said Johnny, 

"Huh?" asked Alan. 

"We're going to show my wife that the only person she's fooling is herself!" shot back Mr. Cunningham. 

Teresa stood outside the club house and watched the cart whine across the golf course. She frowned and went directly to another cart. Within moments she was following behind at a discreet distance. 

Walter Cunningham led Alan and Johnny into the ground keeper's cottage and flicked on the downstairs light. He knew Grace was upstairs because of the cart parked outside. Turning to the waiting men he said, "I'll call you in a minute." 

They watched as he climbed the stairs and disappeared down the hall. "This is crazy," said Alan. 

Johnny Carvel faced him and smiled. "It sure is. But so is she and who are we to question what a man thinks necessary to keep his wife in line?" 

"Yeah," answered Alan. 

"And when we're through with her she'll know she's not kidding anybody, especially her husband." 

"She's not going to like it." 

"The hell she isn't. She'll love it. Like he says, the one thing that woman loves more than anything else in this world is cock. Cock and lots of it." 

Alan shrugged and kept silent. 

Walter eased open the bedroom door and peeked in. There was no movement, only the soft wheeze of sleep. He tiptoed into the room and stood for a moment to take in the intertwined bodies on the bed. A flush of anger reddened his face. Grace wasn't content only to destroy and interfere with her daughter's relationships ... she also had to meddle in his. And she didn't draw any lines when it came to stealing someone's lover. Man or woman, it didn't matter. 

He moved to the edge of the bed and gently shook Eileen's shoulder until she lifted her head from between Grace's outstretched legs. Eileen blinked and looked around until her eyes met his. With a gasp of surprise she rolled away from Grace. 

"Shhhh," whispered Walter with a finger at his lips. "Don't wake her up." 

"I'm sorry," she quietly whined. "I didn't ... " 

Walter silenced her with a wave of his hand. "It doesn't matter." he whispered. "Just get up without waking her." 

Eileen eased off the bed and stood next to Walter. She was totally nude and tried to cover her breasts with her hands. He smiled and pulled a blanket from the bed for her to cover herself. 

Once she was bundled in the blanket Walter led Eileen into the hallway and said, "Go downstairs and tell Alan and Johnny to come up." 

"Alan and Johnny?" she asked with surprise. 

"Yes. And you stay down there." 

With a look of confusion on her face Eileen slowly went down the stairs until she met Johnny and Alan at the bottom. Alan was surprised to see her. 

"What are you doing here?" he asked. 

"And where are you going?" asked Johnny with a definite interest in her limber body under the blanket. 

"I'll tell you later," she said to Alan. Then turning to Johnny she added, "I'm going to get as far away from you as possible." 

Johnny laughed and lifted the edge of the blanket to view her legs. With a haughty twist she stepped away and said, "Mr. Cunningham said for you two to go upstairs!" 

Johnny turned his grinning face to Alan and said, "Well, let's go, boy. It's time to give the big bitch the big treatment." 

They went up the stairs and met Walter in the hall. He was like a counterspy giving instructions. "She's asleep, on the bed. When we go in I want you, Johnny, to grab her wrists and you, Alan, to grab her ankles. I'll take the honor of first to go." 

"Whatever you say," said Johnny. 

"Okay," said Alan. 

Walter led the way into the room. The two men saw Grace spread out on the bed. She was on her back with both legs stretched far apart, the black-haired pile of her crotch sitting high over the crimson slit of her cunt lips. Her gigantic breasts were like two resting mountains of flawless, creamy flesh with relaxed nipples. 

Johnny kept his eyes glued to her beautiful form as he moved to the head of the bed and gently reached down to take her wrists in his hands. As he pulled her arms up over her head the breasts shifted their meaty mass and wobbled invitingly from side to side over her rib cage. 

Alan's eyes were watching the red gash as he took each ankle in his hands and kneeled down at the bottom end of the bed. He held her legs wide apart with his strong arms and kept his face at mattress level to keep from interfering with Walter's movements. 

Walter stripped naked and climbed onto the mattress. He was positioned between her legs on his knees. She still hadn't lifted from her sleep. His cock was hard and stiff with a head as red as his rage as he leaned forward and aimed the thick prick into her sleeping cunt. 

With a sudden, violent jab he drove his long spike straight into the unlubricated hole. 

"Ugh!" Grace groaned as her head shot up from her sleep and she tried to reach down. 

But her arms wouldn't move. Neither would her legs. And a painful shaft was ripping cruelly into the tenderness of her unprepared twat. She whipped her head from side to side to clear the daze from her mind. Then she looked into the smiling face of her husband. 

"Walter!" she screamed. "What are you doing?" 

"Taking my turn," he simply stated. 

"Stop! You're hurting me!" She bucked her hips to drive him away but only felt more of the tearing cock rip into her delicate cunt. 

Walter jammed his cock brutally into the clinging friction of her cunt and felt himself edge further inside. She now noticed her arms and legs were pinned. Then she bent her head back and saw the grinning face of Johnny Carvel. 

"Who? What? What are you doing here?" she screeched. 

"Waiting my turn," he said. 

She looked down at her feet and saw the face of Alan peeking over the mattress. "And you?" 

"Me too," Alan said. 

"No! No! You can't be doing this!" she howled. Then her attention went to Walter as he crammed the full length of his long cock inside her. "Why?" 

"Because you've been using your cunt to ruin other people's lives and we want to remind you that it's not for that. It's for something else ... pleasing cocks!" snapped Walter. 

"Please-stop. It hurts! Go easy! Please!" she begged. 

But Walter didn't ease up. Instead he withdrew his spike and ramrodded it back in with terrific force. Alan watched from his observation point. He could see her cunt clearly and the cock as it crashed inside. The dry lips of her pussy caught around the slamming shaft and were drawn well inside the hole along with the thrusting muscle. 

The cheeks of her ass were straining with fight and she tried to kick her ankles from his hands. But Alan held tight and watched as the log-like cock withdrew and pulled the red lips back into view. Then it instantly bashed back inside to pull the lips along. 

The hairy balls and ass of Mr. Cunningham amazed Alan by pumping with rapid stamina in and out of the hole until the first traces of wetness started to show. Then her lips held their own outside her cunt as the thick-based shaft kept plunging without stop into the crevice. 

Suddenly Grace's struggles were writhes of hot passion as the cock worked her cunt up to a juice-spilling explosion of contracting muscles. Her ass strained up in the air to lift her cunt toward the driving cock as Walter plastered himself deep inside her. 

"Oh! Oh! Please!" she cried as the non-stop pecker sent waves of pleasure throughout her. 

"You can let her go," instructed Mr. Cunningham as his wife's struggles became obvious grasps for more and more of the deep-fucking cock. 

Alan and Johnny released her and Walter reached down to hoist her legs high in the air, open wide and back. Her crotch was peeled open and rose up to his probing stick to take all the meat possible. She was shaking with orgasm but Walter kept pumping his cock at that rapid, steady pace. The gushing slosh of her liquids being churned by his pecker filled the ears of the two waiting men. 

"Get undressed!" ordered Walter. 

Johnny and Alan stood at each end of the bed and took off their clothing. Alan no longer was concerned with the propriety of the situation. He had seen her cunt clamping up to grab for the cock, she was loving every inch of it. If it was okay with her husband that he enjoy some of that sucking cunt he'd be a fool to refuse. 

Johnny stripped quickly. His rod was screaming with heat. The flared glans was purple with readiness, the shaft as stiff as a pipe. Walter had impressed him with his limber hips and meaty cock, but he had a few tricks up his sleeve. He wanted to show the man he knew his way around a cunt too. 

But Walter seemed incapable of climaxing. His stiff pecker was jamming into the dripping pussy without pause or sign of possible climax. Grace was rocking her head from side to side with joy as the cock wielded her surprised body into more and more ecstasy. 

"Walter. Oh, Walter," she moaned. "Please forgive me, I was wrong." 

He said nothing, he just kept on pumping without stop. The juicy sounds were ebbing, the cunt was draining, the abundant flow of wetness was ebbing. Walter could feel the slight tightening of her hole, the gradual loss of lubrication and the increased friction. 

He finally pulled his red cock free from her twat and dropped onto his back on the bed. "All right, Grace," he said while lifting his rod straight up in the air. "Start sucking." 

"But Walter ..." she protested while looking at the nude bodies of Johnny and Alan. 

"Shut up and start sucking my cock!" he bellowed. 

Grace whimpered slightly and obediently rolled onto her stomach. She hovered over his upraised cock with her face before opening her mouth and circling his glans with her soft lips. Walter felt the smooth suction of her lips and circling wrap of her tongue as she lowered further and further down onto the hot cock. 

"Alan, you're next," said Walter. "lift her hips up and make like a dog." 

Alan knelt behind Grace and grabbed her by the hips. As he lifted her up to her knees the roundness of her jutting ass glared with pure whiteness. The deep-cracked invitation inside her curving body made his erect pecker throb with heated anticipation. 

"Give it to her hard and fast. Don't hold back or play around. If you climax don't worry about it. You'll have another chance," said Walter with a wink. 

Alan was amazed. Mr. Cunningham seemed to be enjoying this more than anyone. The pleased grin on his face seemed to tell Alan that he was helping to solve more problems than that of a meddling mother. But he was in no mood to ask questions or wonder why. 

His broad-tipped shaft slid between the cheeks of her ass and moved down to the hanging skin of her cunt. He could feel the incredible heat of her hole as he edged up and slid his meat inside. The cunt grabbed at him with a tight, dry hold and he had to shove with force. 

"Mmmm!" she moaned painfully on the cock she was vigorously sucking. 

But Alan followed orders and pounded his pecker totally inside the straining pussy. Grace's ass jutted back, her knees moved wider apart to facilitate his easy entry. She was trying to reduce the pain, doing everything she could to keep from resisting, because resistance caused pain. 

Alan's backside was a blur of speed as he humped at a fast tempo in and out of the cunt that had pleased him so many times before. It felt like a different twat, a completely new experience. And the tightness was quick to bring heat to his pole as it plunged back and forth. He felt his insides tremble, his head go dizzy, his senses preparing to unleash his reward of unrestrained pleasure. 

Grace's mouth was stuffed with the firm cock of her husband. The glans scraped against her throat as she plunged down hard to take it deep into her. She found that the pain in her cunt was more tolerable if she concentrated on the pecker between her lips and teeth. She wrapped her tongue around the slick pole while pulling up and sucking hard. 

"That's the girl," she heard Walter say. 

She engulfed his rigid spike until it crashed deep into her throat. Then she rocked her head from side to side to feel the digging cock-head rotate back and forth. Her lips were stretched into a wide circle of drawing skin around the thickly haired base of his pecker. 

Alan held tight to her hips and just bucked himself time after time inside her. His hips slapped noisily against the full flesh of her ass with each thrust. He was close, extremely hot, ready to boil over at any moment. But he wanted to pump as much of his rod into her as possible before the end of his cock hosed inside her. He kept slamming as deeply as he could reach. 

Johnny Carvel felt out of it. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched her hanging breasts flop back and forth each time Alan slammed himself into her. The red nipples were hard with excitement, the round globes constantly rolling. He could see that Alan was close and wanted him to hurry up and get it over with. 

Alan took a long withdrawal before stabbing his cock with full force inside the clamp of the cooking cunt. When his hips met her jutting ass his cock shot thick streams of clinging white sap inside the tissue-lined box. Pump after pump of jizm ran inside her until his churning rod forced it up and over the rim of her crimson lips. 

"Mmm ..." she sighed as she felt the full wash of sperm gushing inside her. At last she had something to lubricate the constantly slamming cocks. 

Alan's head was reeling as his imbedded shaft kept spewing her guts with cream. The rod was still stiff, so he kept working it in and out as the bubbling froth dripped from her cunt to stream down the inside of her ass crack. 

Finally he pulled his spent tool free of the smeared hole and released the tight hold on her hips. Johnny Carvel didn't wait for instructions, he was pushing Alan aside and crawling into position. 

"No," said Walter. "Not that way." 

"Huh?" asked Johnny with annoyance. 

"Just wait a minute," said Walter. 

Johnny grudgingly sat back on his haunches and inhaled a deep breath. "Jesus Christ," he mumbled. 

Walter lifted Grace's face from his cock. "Sit on me," he said. 

"Walter, please ..." she moaned. 

"I said sit on me!" he snapped. 

She obeyed his stem command and rolled a leg over his hips. "No," he said. "Face my feet." 

She changed her position and slowly settled down to take his cock inside her cream-dripping box. Again he stopped her, this time with his hand. 

"No. Not there. It goes inside your ass," he said. 

She looked back and pleaded, "Walter, I can't ... " 

"In your ass!" 

She closed her mouth and eyes and Johnny and Alan watched with amazement as she reached down to hold his stiff pecker straight up in the air. Slowly, very slowly, she eased down on the thick meat. The fat head pressed into the tight ring of her anus until it stretched open, yawned back, circled him and finally collapsed around the glans. 

"Take it all!" Walter ordered. 

She gently lowered her weight down on the cock but Walter had other plans. He jutted his hips high in the air and pierced inside her ass with one mighty thrust. 

She howled. 

He reached up and grabbed her hips to hold her straining torso down on the filling shaft. While still holding her tightly down he bucked and jerked his hips until she stopped whimpering. Grace sniffed, sucked in a breath of air and tried to compose herself. She refused to look either Johnny or Alan directly in the eye. 

"Okay. Now lie back on me," said Walter. 

"What?" she asked. 

He grabbed her shoulders and lowered her down onto his chest and stomach. She was laid out flat on her back on top of him with an asshole full of cock. Walter kept shoving his stick in and out of her hole while she opened her legs wide to each side to find a position of comfort. 

"Okay, Johnny," said Walter. "Now you can fuck her." 

"Oh no!" moaned Grace. "No, you can't!" 

Walter's hand came up to cover her pleading mouth as Johnny laughed and maneuvered between her outstretched legs and over Walter's heaving legs. He quickly shoved the flared end of his meat inside the gaping openness of her red-lipped, sperm-coated cunt. 

Grace's eyes were closed so she wouldn't see his grinning face as he pushed his hands into the softness of her breasts and jabbed his long pole hard inside her.

"Uhhhh!" she grunted as the big spike glided along the sperm-slick walls of her box. 

She had never felt so full in all her life. Grace had taken it in the ass before and in the cunt. But never in both places at the same time. When one was empty the other was full. Constant cock was ramming into her from two different directions. As much as it strained her insides she felt the overwhelming pleasure of fullness. An orgasm caught her by complete surprise and she shuddered with joy. 

Her cunt clamped possessively around the cramming cock and her asshole flexed rapidly to squeeze along the pulling cock. As the warmth flooded her body she felt Walter pause and wait for Johnny to withdraw. When both cocks were pulled back she realized what was about to happen. 

They slammed into her together to stretch and fill both cavities at the same time. 

"Oh God!" Grace howled as the two giant cocks plunged on a crash course inside her guts. The pain was overwhelming, the pleasure of the climax disappeared behind a wall of ripping nerves and stretched tissues. 

Then the awful pain gave way to a tremendous flood of total happiness. She had two beautiful cocks pounding her into the oblivion of orgasm. She thought her tits were about to explode on her chest. Her legs felt like they were removed from her hips, her throat gurgled with sounds of pure bliss. 

When the cock-head touched her lips she opened her eyes and found herself staring into Alan's crotch. His youthful spike was half-hard and pressing inside her gaping mouth. She closed her eyes again and just sucked at the third guest until it was snuggled comfortably inside the wash of her swirling lips and stroking tongue. 

She felt the shriveled penis grow with each powerful draw of her mouth, felt the glans thicken and burn with heat, felt the shaft turn from rubber to steel. It was a beautiful cock in her mouth, a tasty, firm muscle. Her third guest at the cock-party in her body. 

Johnny and Walter matched each other, thrust for thrust, to pin her jerking body between their hips. Alan hovered over her face, across Walter, in a push-up position and just dropped down to send his cock into her throat. When he was completely stiff he caught the rhythm of the other two and the three plunged and pulled together. 

The result was to give Grace more cock than she had ever imagined having all at once. Each full plummet of stiff meat filled her body to the limit, each withdrawal made her feel more empty than she'd ever felt before. But the grating of the constant cocks had lost its pleasure, now she wanted it to stop, wanted the slamming cocks to pull away and leave the holes of her hot body alone. 

But it didn't happen. Not for a long, painful time. Johnny was on his second build-up for the night, so was Walter. Alan was on his third. The peckers kept coming, kept digging, kept pounding. All together, no variety, no rest, no gentleness. Just pump, pump, pump. 

Grace wanted to cry out. She wanted to tell Walter that she'd never cheat on him again ... never interfere with Teresa's choice of a boyfriend again ... never do anything unless he approved. Anything, anything to stop the cocks that kept pounding into her body like unified jackhammers. 

Her asshole was stretched with pain, her cunt stinging with the constant friction, her throat raw from the gouging shaft of thrusting pecker. She was aware of nothing but the openings of her body being tortured, racked, stuffed without any hope of it ever ending. 

The party inside her body had lost all fun for her. She was tired and wanted everyone to go home and leave her alone with the mess. 

CHAPTER NINE 

When the front door of the cottage opened, Eileen jumped with fright and ran for the darkness of the living room. But when she saw the familiar silhouette of Teresa she exhaled and went back to the entry hall. 

"Teresa?" she asked. 

Teresa turned. "Yes. Is that you Eileen?" 

"Yes. What are you doing here?" 

"I followed my father, Johnny and Alan. Where are they?" 

Eileen looked up the stairs forlornly. "Up there in the bedroom." 

Teresa closed the door. "What are they doing?" 

With a shrug Eileen said, "I don't know. But your mom's up there too. Your father told me to wait down here until further notice." 

"Oh," said Teresa. "Have you heard any noises? Do you have any idea what they're doing?" 

Eileen's eyes looked down to the floor. "Well, she wasn't dressed when your father woke me up and told me to go. Then he called the other guys up. Since then all I've heard is the thumping of the bed against the wall." 

Teresa's eyebrows lifted. "Do you think that she's screwing all of them?" 

"I don't know if she planned on it," said Eileen. 

"Come on," whispered Teresa. "Let's go take a look and find out." 

Eileen hesitated. "I don't know. Your father said I should stay down here." 

With a grin Teresa asked, "Was he good? Did you like him? Is that why you're doing what he says?" 

Eileen's eyes went mellow. "He was a dream. I never thought it could be like it was with him." 

"I knew he'd be great," said Teresa. "I'm going upstairs. Are you coming?" 

"Well, okay." 

The two girls slowly crept up the stairs and along the hall to the closed bedroom door. Teresa gently turned the doorknob until it unlatched, then she eased the door slightly open. A thin shaft of light spilled into the hallway and the two girls put their faces close to see what was happening inside the noisy bedroom. 

The first thing they saw was the crashing backside of Johnny Carvel as it plummeted down to sink his cock deny inside the red-lipped cunt of Grace. Then they saw the large cock stabbing up from underneath her widespread form and round asscheeks to sink inside the tight, darkhole of her stretched anus. 

They looked at each other and blinked. Neither girl had ever seen anything like it before. Two cocks were banging away like rams inside the cunt and asshole of Grace. Finally they saw the third cock, Alan's cock. She was sucking the full length of the shaft deep inside her mouth and twisting her head back and forth. 

"God," whispered Eileen. "How can she take it? They've all got their pricks in her." 

"I know," whispered Teresa. "Three cocks at once ... She must really love it." 

"Close the door. I don't want to see anymore," said Eileen with a melancholy voice. 

Teresa knew what the problem was. She was feeling the same emotion. Jealousy. Grace was in there with the three men they valued most. And they were fucking her. But Teresa and Eileen were expected to sit obediently outside in the hall while all the cock went to her. 

"It's really not fair," mumbled Teresa. 

"I think I'm going to cry," said Eileen. 

"Go ahead and cry if you want," said Teresa. "But I'm not letting her get away with it." 

"Huh? What are you going to do?" 

Teresa pulled the door closed and stood up in the darkness. Eileen could hear the sounds of her clothing sliding from her body. Teresa was undressing. 

"Why are you stripping?" Eileen asked. 

"Because I'm going to join in, that's why!" Teresa firmly stated. 

"You can't!" 

"Oh? Why can't I?" Teresa shot back. 

"Because ... Because ... Well ... " 

"See? There's nothing to stop us. All we have to do is get undressed and climb onto the bed. Once we're there they won't turn us down. The only person who'll get mad is my Mom and that's exactly what I want!" 

Teresa's convincing argument caused Eileen to release her blanket and let it fall to the floor. The two girls stood close enough to feel the warmth of each other's nude body. 

"I want to feel your father inside me again," whispered Eileen. "He was so good." 

"No," said Teresa. "Remember he's in there with his wife. You don't want her suspecting anything." 

"But she already knows ... " 

Teresa shrugged. "Okay, go ahead and take the chance if you want to risk ever being with him again." 

"Oh, I didn't think of that," mumbled Eileen. 

Teresa gently opened the door again but this time she slid her hand inside the room and found the light switch. The room suddenly went dark. Teresa grabbed Eileen's hand and pulled her along as she opened the door wide and they stepped quietly inside and waited against the wall. 

When the lights went out Alan was the only one to notice right away. He was enjoying the thorough licking Grace was applying to his cock and found it extra-exciting to watch how her lips opened up to gulp air before each sucking plunge. But all off a sudden it was dark. He didn't think much about it, he rested his head back and just enjoyed the swirling feel all along the hard fiber of his rod. 

Walter Cunningham noticed the darkness but knew there wasn't a thing he could do about it. He was pinned underneath Grace's rocking ass, unable to look up or move. He just accepted it and gave his next thrust an extra ounce of power to plow deep inside her asshole. 

But Johnny Carvel didn't like it at all. He hated darkness, especially unexpected darkness. While still pounding his cock in and out of the scorched cunt he looked back to see what had happened. All he saw was the dark of the room. He knew something was wrong. 

Then he felt the lithe arm wrap around his neck and a set of soft moist lips press against his ear. He immediately suspected who it was. The thin girl downstairs in the blanket, it had to be her. His arm bent back and circled the incredibly small waist and he was positive. 

With a strong rock of his body, Johnny tumbled the ear-sucking nymph onto the bed next to Grace's heaving body. He remembered red hair, green eyes and a flirtatious expression. He also remembered how enticing the slim young body of the girl was. He wasn't going to release her under any circumstances, there was no way this plum would escape. 

His hand roamed from the waistline to her belly and she squirmed with happiness. Then he reached down and felt the wisping hair of her crotch. That's all Johnny wanted to know. The youthful chick was naked, undressed, hugging, ear-kissing and all ready to fuck his cock. 

On the next withdrawal he left Grace's cunt and rolled onto the slim body. Eileen's arms wrapped eagerly around his hot, sweat-coated shoulders and she lifted her head up until their mouths met. Johnny could feel her squirming her young cunt up at his hard cock. 

Grace sighed with relief around the filling shaft of Alan as she felt Johnny's battering cock leave her numb pussy. Then his heavy body rolled off hers. She never thought she'd see the time when she welcomed the exit of a good man, but she now knew it was possible. 

Walter Cunningham instantly recognized that the group of four had grown. He felt the extra body drop down next to his as he humped his cock up into Grace's asshole. He reached out with his hands to feel and determine who it was but all he touched were the smothering shoulders of Johnny Carvel. He quickly pulled his hand away and wiped the perspiration off on the mattress. 

When the soft, warm lips touched his face he was surprised. He wondered if the visitor had eluded Johnny to come after him. He rolled his lips around until they touched the fresh pair and the two months clamped hungrily together. He felt a sweeping tongue ride against his and swirl happily inside his teeth and gums. 

With his free hand he reached out toward the kissing body and felt the smooth, velvet flesh, the full, ripe curves of her ass, the familiar-sized breasts. His hand moved up to dig into the thick black hair and roam once again down the back of the young girl. 

He felt his cock pound with the most excitement he ever experienced as he recognized who he was kissing. It was Teresa! His daughter! His cock was in her mother's ass! His tongue was in her daughter's mouth! 

He pressed her tight down on his mouth with his hand to surge his tongue thoroughly into and around her lips. Then he managed to push her away and pull her back. She knew exactly what it was he wanted close to his mouth and probing tongue. Her crying cunt! 

Teresa had never felt a kiss more beautiful in her whole life. As soon as the lights went out she made a direct lunge for the one man on the bed she'd never had. Her father. She had no idea how he'd react if he figured out who she was ... but it was dark, he wouldn't be able to tell. 

When she felt Eileen trying to nudge alongside her father, Teresa pushed her gently back until feeling Johnny Carvel's hairy arm wrapping around her waist. The she snuggled in close to her daddy and kissed his face. The instant response of his mouth, tongue and hands was so thrilling she forgot all about Eileen, all about everyone else in the room. 

Then he pushed her away and tugged at her legs. She knew that he wanted to eat her, wanted to taste the syrup of her cunt, wanted to drink her juice. She swiveled around and spread her legs while pushing her crotch toward the beautifully kissing mouth. 

She couldn't wait. The tongue had felt so powerful in her mouth she knew it would send her cunt into orbit. When the tip of his tongue touched against the heated wet of her gash she gasped for air. It pushed the lips to each side gingerly and slipped softly between. It wasn't a thrusting rush of sloppy tongue, no it was a controlled, well-aimed spear going right for her clitoris. 

Walter eased his tongue into her, took his time and tasted the freshness of her young cunt. Then he drove his tongue into the lump of her clitoris and felt her hips instantly jerk with wild abandon. She was her mother's daughter all right, one touch on the clitoris and instant orgasm. 

Teresa's flailing buttocks and cunt heaved against the jabbing tongue until her body exploded like dynamite. The clitoris ignited fires inside the walls of her cunt and spasms made her hole shudder violently around his tongue. A thick wave of fresh cunt-juice flowed into her father's mouth. 

He sucked it all up and swallowed. Then he attacked the hot box like it was a fresh peach just off the tree. He felt the scrubbing action of her pubic hair against his nose and he engulfed the crying hole with his mouth to lick it into a state of rest. 

Grace felt the stabbing cock in her asshole lose the rapid-fire tempo and prayed. She was hoping he had tired out and could go no more. But it only slowed down to an occasional thrust in a slow withdrawal. She gently eased her hips up to reduce the depth of his cock and he didn't seem to mind. Next she went a little higher, still he didn't react. 

With a cautious movement of her painful body she disengaged her stretched asshole from the probing spike and eased away from Walter's body. She gave Alan's fine cock an extra strong suck with her lips as celebration of the end of the battering peckers. 

Her mouth felt good, so did Alan's warm meat. She didn't mind sucking his cock as long as it was all she had to do. With a loving plunge she took it into her throat and hummed on it. She knew she might as well enjoy it while she could. After tonight there would be no more extramarital affairs for her. In fact, she thought, there won't be much fucking for me for quite a long while. 

As Grace slowly brought her thighs together to let her widened holes relax, Walter felt Teresa's searching hand. He felt it touching his recently vacated cock, wrapping around it, exploring the length and stiffness, finally pinching into the pulpiness of the head. 

Then Teresa moved. She kept her cunt close to his eating mouth while crawling down to meet the big dick with her puckered lips. She kissed like it was a small child, then opened her mouth wide and came down on the red muscle like she was a force-fed baby bird. 

In one lunge she took it all inside. It plowed deep, past her tongue, around the slight bend of her throat, all the way in until her nose touched his curly pubic hair. Walter's nose was also in her pubic hair but with an adjusting twist both heads revolved inside the opened legs and chins touched into the hair while noses caressed the cheeks of asses. 

She was astride him and pounding her head frantically down to show her father how much she loved the feel of his wonderful cock. He was shoving his tongue as deep as it would reach and flicking the tip furiously to show her how much he enjoyed the tasty squeeze of her vagina. 

Teresa climaxed again. Her hips banged down with abandoned heaves on his face as his tongue drove her guts into knots of pure excitement. She couldn't breathe, it felt so great. And she had always known it would, as deep in her mind she had always thought about what it would feel like to fuck her father. 

But she had never thought it possible. Not him. He was a strong, dignified man who'd never consider such indiscreet behavior. But after she set him up with Eileen and he went for it, after the candid talk they had on the dance floor, she knew she could, knew she had to, knew she couldn't live a day longer without feeling his manly cock in her begging cunt. 

The vibrations of her warm thighs against the side of his head and the thrusting clip of her drooling pussy made Walter realize he was finally having sex with someone he had desired for a long time. He was fucking his wife as she was when they first married, he was reliving the glorious past due to the eagerness of his daughter. He was feeling her pure orgasms rocking against his tongue and knew that it was the finest sensation he could ever dream of. 

When her cunt stopped trembling he grabbed his daughter by the hips and lifted her splendid crotch away from his juice-smeared face. There was one more thing he wanted to do with her before the evening ended. He rolled away from her and felt the unwilling release of her sucking lips. 

But Teresa knew what was about to occur as he managed to push her to her hands and knees. He knelt behind her and brought his flared shaft up to the dripping lips of her waiting box. With a steady, even drive he entered inside the vibrant hug of her twat and felt her settle back onto the full probe of his tool. 

He cupped her swaying tits in his hands and worked his spike at a steady rhythm while she clipped eagerly back at each thrust. Walter's rump heaved forward as he felt the onrush of heated fluids. Teresa banged back and hugged his big stick with her pussy. 

The thought of her father creaming inside her sent Teresa into another orgasm just as he erupted. His cock spewed the dense paste of his cock inside the shuddering clap of her cunt as their two bodies writhed together in total release. 

"Ohhhh ... " sighed Teresa. Walter kept silent. 

Eileen thought her cunt was going to split into halves as Johnny Carvel threw all his weight behind each jamming thrust of his hot pecker. He was trying to determine her age, trying to figure out if this little adolescent was even at the age of reason. Her miniature tits and slim hips had him thinking thoughts of cradle robbing, thoughts so evil and wrong that his usual ability to fuck without stop was gone. But it didn't matter, he told himself, she's already climaxed two times and now it's my turn. 

"Oh! God! Yes! Uhhhh!" Eileen screeched as the vomiting cock blasted into her like a nuclear missile. She thought the cock was going to break through her cunt and rip into the tangled guts of her stomach. But her own climax saved her from the pain and fear to wash her away with Johnny on a river of jerking, pumping, heaving, crying. 

Walter Cunningham leaned down next to Teresa's ear and whispered, "You should be gone very soon. That screeching will arouse Grace's curiosity. She'll want to know who the other female is." 

"Yes, Father," Teresa softly said. 

Walter smiled. Of course she knew it was he just as much as he knew it was she. To think otherwise would be foolish. He kissed his daughter softly on the cheeks, gave her backside a loving squeeze and said, "Grab Eileen and her clothes and get out of here right away." 

Teresa dragged the shaking, wheezing Eileen from the room just in time. As she closed the door she could hear her mother asking, "Who's making all the noise? Didn't I hear a girl crying?" 

Teresa and Eileen quickly dressed and went down the stairs. As they stepped outside into the cool air Eileen managed to catch her breath. "God, that Johnny's a real animal when he gets going! I thought I was going to break apart!" 

"That's because you really turn him on," said Teresa with a giggle. 

"What about you? Did you get together with Alan again? Are you two happy with each other?" asked Eileen. 

"In a way." 

Eileen's flushed face was beaming with happiness. "It all worked out for the best, didn't it? I mean that you and Alan are lovers again and your mom and dad are back together. I think that's wonderful." 

"But I thought you really dug my dad?" asked Teresa. 

She turned to face her friend. "Oh, don't get me wrong. I think he was tremendous. But now that he and your mother are together again I think it's best I stay away from him. Anyway, I can have Johnny-your mom will be through with him." 

"I guess so." 

"See what I mean? Everybody is happy! It all worked out in the end!" 

Teresa realized that Eileen had no idea who she had just fucked and kept silent about it. If she wanted to assume that Teresa and Alan had screwed, let her; if she wanted to assume that Grace and Walter had made renewed marital love, let her. Teresa wasn't about to pop any bubbles. 

"Do you think your mom will ever interfere with your love life again?" asked Eileen as they rode back to the clubhouse in the golf cart. 

Teresa shook her head. "No. She'll stay out of my business now." 

"That's good. Boy, your dad really knew exactly what to do. Let her know she wasn't fooling anybody, especially him. That's the way to do it." 

But Teresa wasn't listening to the idle chatter of her girlfriend. Her mind was elsewhere. She thought about how wonderful things would be now. She wouldn't have to put up with any silly games from the boys she usually dated. She could concentrate on school and stay at home evenings. 

Her mother would never change, she knew that. She was also sure her father knew it too. He wasn't a dumb man at all. He had only interceded in his daughter's behalf to make sure his wife's devious plots didn't destroy both their lives. He wanted to accept all the intrigues that his wife might invent as only his problem. 

He would stop working late at the office and that would drive her mad. She would put up with it for a few months before making silly excuses to be at the club, or a meeting, or some other cover for meeting with Johnny Carvel or his successor. And he would nod his understandingly, tell her not to be too late and plod over to his favorite chair in front of the fire like a tired old gentleman. 

Grace would trot out to the car and drive off believing she had outfoxed the old man. But as soon as the car sounds faded in the distance the old man would stand up and climb the stairs to see if his dear sweet daughter was resting well. 

"No, my mom's not fooling anybody," said Teresa to Eileen. 

THE END