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.