'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.
