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.'
