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.