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.
