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Grace

By: mwsullivan



While everyone else in the family was planning on taking a 2 week trip I was informed that I had to work those weeks. It was not my idea of fun to have to work. But what else do you do when you are in effect told your job depends on it. So I bit my tongue and broke the bad new that I would not be able to go on the family reunion. The wife was not to happy but she understood a little. A few days before everyone was to leave one of my wife's grand-nieces decided she did not want to go. Grace's mother at first would not stand for it. Grace had just turned 18 so she really worked on her mother. When she finally got permission it was only that she stay with me. So her mother would know where she was when Grace was not working.

Everyone else left early Friday morning just before I left for work. I had never given Grace much thought. Sure she was a very pretty girl. But I always left it at that. That afternoon when I got off work I headed home and began doing some lawn work before Grace here. I had barely gotten out of the shower and dressed when I heard Grace call out my name.

I met her in the hallway and asked what she where she wanted to eat, here or out. She decided to eat out. She changed her clothes and we headed out. I chose an Italian place not very far from the house. We had a nice meal and then headed back to the house. It was on the way back that I noticed that her skirt was ridding high on her thighs. I had never seen such legs on any 18 year old before. I continued to make small talk with her all the way back home.

Once home I took out a bottle of wine and poured a glass. I was sipping it when Grace asked if she could taste it. So I let her have a sip of mine. Then she asked if she could have a glass. At first I thought I better not. But then I thought what the hell, her mother would never know. So I pour her a glass and brought the bottle back with me. We were sitting there watching TV and talking. I was still on my first glass when I noticed that she was pouring her third glass. I left the room for a few minutes and when I came back out she was had left too. She came out of the extra bedroom wearing a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. As she came back on the sofa I poured her another glass of wine. This time she sat down closer to me. Before long I could tell that the wine was having an effect on her. Grace picked up a pillow placed it on my lap and laid her head down on it. 

As she had her head on my lap we continued to chat not much was on TV so we turned it off. At one point I placed my hand on her head and gently stroked her dark brown hair. As I did that she just laid there enjoying it. I glance at her and she had turned her head more toward my body. So I gently touched her face. When I did she sat up and did the same to me. As we sat there touching and stroking each other face Grace moved her face closer to me. Before long we were kissing. At first it was just very tender kisses, then they became more passionate. I knew I should break this up but I had no desire to. After all how often does a 48 year old man get to kiss a 18 year old girl. 

As we got more and more involved in our kisses our hands naturally began to roam over each others body. When my hands found her breast Grace moaned and moved closer into me. I pulled her onto my lap sitting facing me and continued kissing and feeling very tight body wiggling over my lap. I worked my hands under her T-shirt and moved them up until I had a hand full of her teenage tit. It was then that I learned that she had removed her bra. At that I pulled her shirt up and off of her. There she was sitting in my lap in just her shorts. So I moved my head forward and took a lick on a nipple. This brought a moan from Grace's lip's. She moaned even more when I fastened my lips around it and began to suckle it. Grace was pulling my head into her breast and moaning and whispering my name. 

When I moved my head from her tit. She unbuttoned my shirt and removed it. I pulled her closer and began to kiss and nibble on her neck while moving my hands up and down her back. I finally lowered my hands onto her tight teenage ass and pulled her even closer into me. I turned her around and slowly lowered onto the sofa while still holding and kissing her. I brought my hands around and lowered then to her shorts and undid them. She raised her hips as I began pulling them off of her. I slipped my hand between her legs and began to work a finger into her. As I did she moaned into my mouth. I continued working on her until she was bucking up onto my finger. I stood up and removed my pants and boxers and moved back to her. She scooted over and we where laying there both naked on the sofa kissing and feeling each other. 

When I could not stand it any more I pulled her until she was on her back on the sofa and moved between her legs. I gently began to enter her. Man was she tight. I slowly began making love to her. I wanted it to be good for both of us. As we were fucking each other she grabbed my ass and pulled me into her more and came. I kept my pace going until I came and she did too. After ward we lay there still joined together reflecting in our after glow. I knew at that moment that we were in store for a glorious 2 weeks together.

We eventually made into my bedroom and fell into the bed. I moved to her breast again and started working my way down to that lovely pussy of hers. Once I reached her love nest I began to tease her with my tongue. When we could not resist any longer I slid it into her and started eating her out with all I had. After several minutes she came again calling out my name. I then move upward and began entering her again. I did not care about any thing this time but just to fuck her. That is just what I did too. I pounded into her as she moaned her approval. All the while she was urging me to fuck her harder. After we both had a climax we rolled onto our sides and just held each other tightly and kissed. Pretty soon we drifted off to sleep. 

I was awaken a few hours later by her getting back into bed. As she did she snuggled up next to me and placed her hand on my dick and gently stroking it. As she did it began to respond to her touch. I reached out and began stroking her as I did she moved over me and began kissing me and started working her way down until she got to my hardness. At first Grace used her tongue to lick around the head while she moved a hand down to my balls. Slowly she started to ease it into her small delicate mouth and suck on it. I reached for her head and started easing it further down onto my now rock hard dick. As I did I would gently ease her head back up and gently lower down a bit further as she continued to suck me. I wanted to take this slow as I did not know if she had ever hard a dick all the way into her mouth before. I continued this until I hear her gag a little. I eased her head back and began to work her down even still farther down on me. This time she did not gag but instead she grabbed my hips and pulled into her hot little mouth, then I felt her nose buried against my skin. Soon we found a steady pace as she gave me a blow job like I had never had before. After a few minutes of this and the muscles in her neck working on me I shot off into her mouth and she swallowed every bit of it. She continued use her tongue on me until I was hard again. This time I moved her over onto all fours. I got behind her and entered her in one push. I took hold of her hips as I pounded into her. Soon she was coming and urging me on. After she came she collapsed down as I followed her. She was breathing hard but very relaxed. 

I pulled out of her oh so tight teenage pussy and just moved my hands up and down her back until I reached her tight ass. I began to rub and massage them and that produced a series of moans from her. I got a little braver and moved down and started kissing the cheeks of her ass. I moved her legs apart until I could see everything between her legs. I raised her ass in the air and slid a finger into her pussy from behind. As I did she moaned and turned her head to one side and told me how good it felt. I bent down and licked her juicy wet slit all to way to her virgin asshole. 

Once my tongue touched her asshole she moaned, "Nooooo". But that was soon replaced with her groaning her approval. I spent several minutes just licking and kissing her ass before I eased a finger into her tight ass. As I did she moaned even louder. I started moving my finger in and out of her ass getting her use to it before I introduced her to a second finger in her now relaxing asshole. As her ass relaxed more with the use of 2 finger her body started reacting to this new sensation. I reached over to the bed side table and got the lube I kept there. I placed a glob on her hole and began working it in with my 2 fingers as she relaxed more and more I was able to place a third finger into her now stretched asshole. I moved my fingers in her ass in all kinds of positions. By this time she was just moaning and urging me on. 

At this point I lubed my dick up and removed my fingers from her. As my fingers came out of her Grace moaned to me, 'no put them back in". I guided my now lubed up dick to her now relaxed asshole. When I touched it her body moved back toward me and I slipped into her virgin ass. I did not ram it all the way into her for fear of hurting her to much. As she relaxed and realized what we were now doing she pushed her ass further onto my dick. Soon I was buried all the way in that ass most teenage boys would die to fuck. We started off slow and began working into a true ass fucking. As I pounded her ass she kept telling me to fuck her. Soon I felt that tension building and I started to really pound that ass of hers. As I erupted in her ass she came so hard she was shaking all over. I collapsed on top of her back and rolled on to my side carrying her with me. She turned her head toward me and we kissed. Soon we fell back to sleep until morning.

The morning brought on new surprises for us. We awoke and after a quick kiss headed to the bath room separately to freshen up from the night before. We headed into the kitchen where I made coffee for me and she had juice and toast. As we sat there nude enjoying the after glow of the night before Grace announced that she had never expected any thing like that to happen between us. I agreed but I told her I was not sorry that it happened and she quickly agreed. She then told me that she could not wait for more of the same the rest of our time together as she sat down in my lap. Since it was Saturday we had the whole weekend to explore each other more. And we certainly did! Beginning right there in the kitchen.

As she was sitting on my lap I began getting hard just thinking of having such a young thing to play with for 2 weeks and to train to my liking as well. She got up and took the dishes to the sink and I was right behind her. As she rinsed then off I stood behind her and pressed into her and wrapped my arms around her and cupped her breast. I began kissing and licking around her ears and soon moved to her neck. I lowered a hand to her pussy and discovered it was soaked. I pulled her back a little and stepped between her legs. I thin aimed my dick up to her and pushed it in. A gasp came from her lips as I began our first session of the day. She bumped and grind against me as I thrust into her. Soon she was moaning and calling my name as I took there in the kitchen.

When her orgasm hit her it was like her legs suddenly gave out on her. I held on to her as I continued to plow into her. I pulled out and turned her around and lifted her up onto the counter. I then stepped between her legs and reentered her. This time she was able to wrap her arm's around me as she held on for dear life. I pounded into her as she moved her legs around my waist and pulled me further into her. When I blasted into her she had a screaming orgasm that was sure to arouse the next door neighbors. As I pulled out of her I lead her over to the sofa. I had her kneel in front of it and place her upper body on it. I then moved behind her and started kissing and licking her ass. 

Almost on instinct she reached behind her and pulled her ass cheeks apart. I licked and kissed her asshole until she was begging for me to fuck her. I then guided my dick to her ass and began pushing slowly into her tight ass. Half way in she moaned that it felt so good that I just rammed the rest of it in. When I did she cried out with both pain and pleasure. Soon I was giving her what we both wanted. As I took her ass she kept begging me to fuck her harder. As I did, I told her how much I loved her tight ass and that I wanted to fuck it all the time. This got to her and Grace was most agreeable to it. She said I could have her ass any time and any way I wanted it as long as I took care of her other needs from time to time. 

By this time I was ramming her so hard that she just laid her head down on the sofa and let me do it to her as hard as I wanted. When I came in her ass she also came as well and cried out that she loved me. We fell onto the floor just hugging and kissing and pledging our love and lust to each other. After we cleaned up we returned to the sofa to rest for a while. I then asked her if she meant what she had said and she told me that yes she did. And that she could not wait for me to keep her ass full of cock and come. I then explained that she would also have to learn to suck me any time I wanted her too. This too she agreed to.

With this out of the way I stood up and told her to kneel before me and start sucking me. Grace was a wonder to behold as she knelt down and began sucking me into her mouth. Soon I was holding her head and just fucking her face. I was very proud of her be able to take it all the way to the root with very little gagging. But I did not want to come just yet so I pulled of that mouth of her and pushed down on her back. I moved over her and grabbed her legs and lift them up to my shoulders. with one push I was soon back in her ass. This time though I did not just pound away at her ass. I began a slow pumping into her ass really making love to her and her ass. All the while we were clutching each other kissing and promising or love and devotion to one another. Finally we reached the stage were we both ready to come and boy did we. Like an electric shock wave we both came at the same time. After we had both come down from it we cleaned up and headed out to eat.

After enjoying a lovely meal we headed back home and stripped again for some more fun. But then the phone rang and it was Grace's mom checking up on her. I handed the phone to her as she told her mom she was having a wonderful time and that we had just gotten back from lunch. While she was talking to her mom I got between her legs and started eating her delicious pussy. It was not long before she told her mom bye and that she would see her in when she got back. After she hung up the phone she just reached down and pulled my face harder into her pussy as I ate her out and when she came her whole body shook from it.

After she had calmed down some she told me that having me eat her while she was talking to her mom on the phone was the most exciting thing and that she could not wait to do that again. I knew at this point I had created a sex maniac like me. We then decided to head to the bedroom where we spent the rest of the day with me either in her tight pussy or even tighter ass. By the time we were ready to call it a night I had been in her 5 time 2 times in her pussy and 3 times in her ass since that phone call. Not bad for a 48 year old man with an 18 year old girl.

The next morning I was awaken to her sucking me back to life. See her lovely trimmed pussy in front of me I pulled her toward me and began giving her the same treatment in return. After we both came we headed to the bathroom to shower together. As I washed her back I let my hand drift down to her ass and I squeezed and pulled it. I then placed her hand onto the rack so she was bend over slightly. I then entered her for the first time that day. After our bathroom adventure we headed back to bed. Once there I guided her into the middle of the bed on all fours. I started by licking her juice slit and worked my way up to that lovely asshole that she so willing had given to me. Once I knew she was ready I slowly began entering her ass as she moaned her approval. As we slowly worked up to a steady pace of me sliding in and out of her ass she was telling me how much she loved this from me. Being the ass man that I am I had to agree. When I shot up my load into that ass of hers she came as well. The rest of the day we continued to please each other in any way we could think of. By night time we were totally spent. 

With the end of the weekend it was time for both of us to return to work Monday morning. After kissing each other bye off we headed. to work. She was home when I got home from work and she had already prepared dinner for us. As we ate we our feet began playing with each other under the table. Grace told me she had a hard time keeping her mind off me all day. I told her I had had the same trouble too. After clearing the table and doing the dishes we stripped nude and returned to the living room where we began watching a movie together. As we held each other just enjoying being together we decided to retire early. As she joined me in bed I pulled her to me and slowly began to make love to her. As she came I withdrew from her and eased into her ass and we continued to make love to each other until we both came. We then fell fast a sleep until morning. Every night of the week we were like a young married couple having sex each and every night. 

Our routine continued until just before all the family was due to return. Everyone was due back on Sunday so on Friday I had something special in mind. I got off early and headed home when she got home after working she found me already nude and waiting for her. Grace quickly stripped and we soon headed to the bed. I guided her down upon it I had attached some ropes to the post of the bed and tied her hand and feet to them. I then moved down and began licking and eating her out. When she came she was moaning for me to take her. But I just continued to eat to another orgasm. I keep this up until she had come about 5 or 6 times. I then moved over her and entered her sloppy wet pussy to the max. I rammed her until she was begging for me to untie her. As I came she also did too shaking all over with delight. I then untied her and raised her legs and entered her ass. This sent her over the edge as she just lost it and began encouraging me to fuck her ass. Our pace increased until we both came with such force that the bed shook from our massive orgasm. As we rested we talked about what we would do since that family was due home in 2 days. It was then that we decided to try and return to the way things had been before. But we both knew that that was going to be hard to do.

A few months later Grace moved out on her own into an apartment of her own. And before long I found myself being called upon by her to help her with some task that she needed done. She always came up with something new either her computer was down or her car need work. Of course these were just so we could be together and renew our love for each other. This has been going on now for 2 years and now we are thinking of just moving away to another state so we can be together for ever.

Grace



Thanks to Todger65 for his help in editing this story. 

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Johan parked his car in the garage and as he grabbed phone and keys and headed to the front door to his condo, his phone vibrated and the screen lit up. The caller's picture on the screen showed his twenty-four year old sister 'Grace.' The picture he took of her when both of them had dinner at their mom's two months back. She looked stunning. She was an attractive woman. She was attractive enough to make men dawdle. Anyone who looked at her would think, 'I'd love to have a piece of that.'

"Shit." He squeaked as he hadn't called his sister for over a month now. They usually talked at least once a week, but a shit load of work hadn't left him much time to think anything but the project he had been working on. 'This is going to be tough.' Reluctantly, he clicked the 'Accept' button.

"Hi Grace."

"Hello stranger." His sister sounded a bit annoyed, but sweet as always.

"Sorry sis, I couldn't call you for the past month or so. I just had too much going on at the office and had worked like a donkey." Judging her tone, he offered an apology without her asking for it.

"Yeah, Sure, Whatever. You probably were overly busy with your slutty girlfriends and forgot that you had a sister too." Grace complained. "I was wondering where you had disappeared to."

"I'm sorry Grace." He apologized once more. "And for the record, Sarah and I broke up over two months ago now." Sarah was his last girlfriend and he had dated her for three months.

"You don't sound sad for that matter." Grace laughed.

"No, I'm not mourning, if that's what you were trying to say. The break up was perhaps better for both of us. We weren't getting along anyway."

"My poor little brother! Now you'll have to find a new girl." She giggled and teased from the other end.

"Oh, come on Grace, Sarah and I weren't that serious. She was fun though. And sorry to destroy your hopes but I'm not planning to hook up with anyone for a while." Johan, being a twenty-one year old guy, spent too much time partying and with girls that that he hadn't given enough attention to the project he had been working on and that was the reason he had to divert all his energy to finish the work in time. It had been frantic month and it literally didn't leave him any time to mingle with girls. He really needed a break from dating to concentrate on his career.

"Tomorrow is Friday and so it's date night. Perfect for a single man. What are your plans?"

"No plans as of now. What about you?" He asked her in return.

"Same here. You probably know that I don't go out unless it is absolutely necessary or an all women night out." She giggled but he recognized a bit of sadness as she spoke.

"Grace... Girl... You should start going out. By the way, how long it has been since you broke up with Tom?" Without waiting for her answer he continued, "Almost six months and you are still singing the blues over that loser." What really concerned him was that his sister no longer seemed to date any man since she broke up with her boyfriend of three years.

"May be in due time, Johan." She grumbled.

"Man, tomorrow night, be ready. We're going out." He ordered. "I need to get out too. It has been a while for me since I went out. Almost two months."

"And what exactly are we supposed to do?" she giggled.

"Dine and dance is all I can promise." He sounded serious. He couldn't imagine how an attractive, young, smart and proper woman working in an office of an attorney has failed to attract any man's attention.

She knew that Johan loved her. She knew that he loved her much more than any man would ever love her. Growing up, they had been close siblings. After their parent's divorce and with their mother working two shifts to keep the house running, they had only each other to fall back on. Johan was the one who stayed up late every time she went out with her date. He was the sole person who took all the pain to cheer her up when she split up with Tom. It was because of him that she avoided going into a depression.

"Ok. If that is what you want. But don't expect me to be a fun partner." She joked.

"We will see." Was all he replied.

"Ok then, I'll pick you up by six tomorrow evening. Good night."

"Good night, little brother. Sleep tight." She kissed and hung up the phone.

Next day, when he reached Grace's house and honked, she came out running, jumping and grinning like a teenage girl on her first date. Before she went to the passenger side, she leaned into the driver side window and kissed Johan on his cheek. She wore a pink and gray flower print swing tank top which hung loose on her shoulders and fell just above her midriff showing her flat tummy and deep navel. She had a black bra underneath and he could clearly see the bra straps, cleavage and outlines of her ample breast peeking out from sides. The white skinny brushed cotton tapered stretch jeans pants she wore clung to her shapely legs and made her look taller than her actual height. It also made her ass look bigger than he thought she had. She had platform wedge sandals with pink straps; her brown hair, falling a little below her shoulders, swayed while she walked around the front of the car.

After she settled herself in the passenger seat, looking at him, moving the short, shiny curls from her face with her first finger, she said, "Hi, What's up?"

Unable to move his eyes from her beautiful face, Johan sat there unmoved. She looked different; different from her regular tidy appearance. She watched as his eyes drank her in, absorbing every detail of her body that he had never had a chance to really see before tonight. At last he set his eyes to her chest and sighed.

Feeling uncomfortable from her brother's eyes scanning her from top to bottom and finally resting on her chest, she asked. "What? Don't I look good?" He couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Stop laughing, you moron. You're making me nervous."

"I'm really sorry, Grace, but I can't wrap my head around the idea of you, shy little Grace, looking totally hot. I promise, no more laughing." But a teasing smile on his face told her otherwise.

"God, Johan, this is hard enough. Do I really look that bad?" she lowered her eyes to her chest to make sure she wasn't revealing too much before she spoke.

"If only you weren't my sister!"

"If only, what? I haven't been out in ages. I don't even remember how to dress up for a date anymore."

"Let me be honest, Grace, if you weren't my sister, you'd have already turned me on. You just look beautiful!! Wish I had such a beautiful looking girlfriend." She blushed and looked outside the windows. His blunt admission made her nervous and for a while there was an awkward silence between them.

"I'm only kidding sis, you know me, and I always joke. Soon, some guy would get lucky though." He smiled as she turned to look at him. "Ready to go?"

"Yes, if only you're done... creeping." She bantered.

"You look beautiful." He repeated and grinned. As he drove, he couldn't help but think about his sister. Grace, for her part, she really looked sexy. Since she went away to college, these were the most revealing clothes she had worn around him. Nothing slutty or vulgar, yet sensual or better still, call it flirty; a bit revealing for a night out with a brother though.

When he returned his gaze to her, he found her looking at him. And when his eyes lowered to her chest again, her eyes followed his. The vision caused a stir in Johan's pants. Damn busted! She smirked generously when she found him checking her twins out.

"Better keep your eyes on the road." She said with a grin.

"Uh huh," Johan shook his head. He had no courage to look at her again.

Johan held his sister's hand while they walked to the restaurant from the parking lot. After guiding the duo to the table and helping them sit, the waitress welcomed the siblings and told them that they looked beautiful together as a couple. Johan started to say, "We are n.........," but Grace cut him off and thanked her with a smile.

As they sat across the table, facing each other, she could tell Johan was undressing her visually. A devilish gaze that she had never noticed in her brother's eyes before.

"I like the new hair style." Johan said as his eyes moved up to where a brother's eyes were supposed to be at.

She grinned, and then said. "Thanks Johan. I needed a change." As she used her free hand to tease a few curved locks behind her ear and smiled sensually.

"Well, it's a very nice change." Johan complimented.

"Thank you. You don't look too bad yourself." She complimented back skimming her eyes over his biceps and then to his broad shoulders.

"Being too formal, Are we not?" He chuckled.

They avoided looking at each other as the waitress brought them a bottle of wine and took their order for the main course.

Over the dinner, brother and sister talked about work, friends and other day to day stuff and told each other how they were doing financially. Johan learned that being a single occupant of a three bedroom house, his sister was falling behind a little and might need to move somewhere smaller or find someone to share it with. Johan made her laugh with a few jokes. Every time Grace chuckled, his eyes darted to her swaying chest. In fact, with her boobs peering out from the swinging tank top that she wore, made it practically impossible for him to not to notice. Sister or not, his cock kept convulsing in his pant all the time.

Having shared a bottle of wine, she had loosened up a lot and was now enjoying the male attention she had ached for, for a long time. Grace didn't confess openly, but she unmistakably loved her brother gawking at her. It felt natural.

Ostentatiously, she thrust up her tits a few times just to watch her brother's eyes pierce them lusciously.

"God, Johan, I haven't ever enjoyed so much in my life. You're the best companion." She acclaimed. "Thank you so much."

"I'm glad that you are enjoying my company." Smiling he said. Placing his hand over hers, he added. "I love you and I'd do anything to make you happy."

She looked at him admiringly and thanked him with her eyes.

"So are you going to put the house to the market?"

"Oh no!" she exclaimed. "I'm going to try to keep the house if I can. It's a pretty big for one woman to take care of, though. I might look for a second job." She sighed.

"Grace, if you need help, you know I'm just a call away." Johan assured her.

Johan's words made her feel more confident than she felt at any point of time in her life. But asking her brother to help her financially was the last thing on her mind. She knew for a fact that if needed, he would gladly help her. "Yeah, I know, but let's not talk about it now. All I want to do is enjoy this evening with my handsome brother."

Johan grinned and squeezed her hand.

"So... what now?" After a while she dropped her eyes to their joined hands and asked him. Johan's thumb rubbing on the back of her hand felt so soft and smooth that it was provoking her sexually.

"How about a club?" He suggested reluctantly, knowing well that Grace didn't like clubbing much.

"Sounds great. Let's go." She stood up and pulled Johan to his feet and led him towards the door. The alcohol buzz and Johan's touch had made her a bit raunchy. With a broad smile on her lips, she walked to the door with a seductive swagger in her step. She had been pushing her cans at her brother's face all night long and now the booty. Jonah gulped as he watched his sister's bubble butt sway in front of him.

"Man, this is fucking turning out to be a difficult night," he mumbled. Damn, she must know what she is doing to me. When she reached the front door, she stopped. Turning at her waist, she looked at him over her shoulder and smirked so as to let him know she was aware his eyes were glued to her ass.

At the club, they sat on bar stools and ordered vodka and coke for Grace and beer for Johan. As they waited for their drink, she studied her brother. Grace couldn't remember a time when she ever had been such deliriously happy. An admiring Johan was a wonderful guy. Right from the moment he picked up her from the house to landing at the club, he had made sure that she felt good. Grace couldn't believe that he was the same Johan she had known for years. For a moment, before they entered the club, she had wavered a bit. She couldn't believe she was entering a club with her brother.

Johan noticed her staring at him. "What are you perving at?"

"That how handsome you are." She rather replied coyly.

Johan laughed handing over her drink. "Here, drink before you drop dead."

"You jerk. I can handle my drinks." She elbowed him teasingly.

"Yeah, tell me about it." He grinned. She shot a glare at him, but stayed silent, still flirting him with her knockers. She was aware that the man sitting beside her was her brother and she shouldn't feel aroused, but she did.

At the club, almost every man had their eyes on Grace, making her groan somewhat. Though she was used to men ogling her all the time, the attention she was getting was rather incongruous. She pulled Johan's hand over her shoulders and slid nearer to him, just to show to the rest of the crawlers that she was with a guy.

Johan had a few guys greet him as he had been to this club several times. He therefore didn't need to look around, but rather used his time to watch Grace's delightful face and her bubbling boobs. He thought she was totally adorable. They watched couples dance whilst they enjoyed their drinks.

"Hey, come on! Let's dance!!" Johan said, drawing Grace toward the dance floor. "Hope you're not too drunk to shake your legs a little."

"I'm not. I've learnt my lesson. But that was some good wine and the... vodka." Grace drawled and began to move sensually to the music. 

Slowly, rhythmically they started dancing together. Johan, a head taller than her, looked mouth-watering sexy in a pair of jeans and a white button-up shirt. So good-looking, virile and so masculine, a man any woman would wish to have him for themselves. Grace had to make conscious efforts to stop herself from pulling his head down and kissing him in front of all the people in the club, but all she could comfortably do was rub against his hot body.

"I must have consumed more than I thought I had." Grace hummed, knowing she was losing her reserves.

As the music tempo increased, Johan knew he was in trouble when Grace snaked her arms around his neck and started rotating and grinding her hips in rhythm with the music. Her molten and sensual movements reminded him of 'dirty dancing'. It made Johan so aroused that he bit his lip till he tasted blood. Damn! He moved his hands from her back to her hips and rocked back against her, bending his head to kiss her neck. But suddenly the song ended and the DJ started a slow song.

They parted a bit to synchronize their steps and then moved closer again. Grace pulled her hands up wrapping them around his neck while one of Johan's hands circled her back and the other on her juicy bum. A cry of pure, untainted need fled Grace's lips when he pulled her closer and felt Johan's throbbing erection rubbing against her. She was so excited that she might as well have not been wearing a bra at all, her hard, dark nipples were straining against the thin fabric showing her arousal, clearly stabbing his chest.

Her vision blurred. She buried her face in his chest to hide her reddened cheeks. Grace was pretty wet and was worried that she would start dripping into her pants. They kept dancing, holding each other close, reluctant to accept the fact that each of them was turning the opposite partner on.

Johan knew that they needed to get out of there before he lost control, before they cross the line that they both would regret later.

"Grace..."

"Yes, Johan." Grace breathed as she strained to lift her heavy, blue eyes to his, her lips slightly parted. All Johan wanted to do was lean forward and seize those sweet, soft lips with his. He leaned in and heard her breath hitch in her throat, her lips trembling with apparent arousal. Now mere inches from her parted lips, he felt an abrupt stiffness in his chest, a feeling that rapt his throat and had him staring at her with a need to never have her out of his eyesight. But then he saw his vulnerable half-drunk sister and pulled away. He couldn't take advantage of her being so susceptible.

"I can't." He whispered, she grunted in protest, but then sank her head onto his shoulder. He grabbed her hand and pulled her off the floor.

"Fuck." Fuming, she followed him through the crowd and out the club. Still looking visibly disturbed she snapped her hand from his grip and walked hastily to the parking lot. "God, did I hurt my sister?" Hurriedly he followed her and grabbed her shoulder, forcing her to face him, he pinned her to the car.

"Grace..." he cried.

"Johan," she softly called her brother's name.

He waited for more; only she remained silent, watching his face reading the expression while signs of emotional strain rippled across her own face, her lips trembling.

"Yes, Grace?" he prompted. It was important for him to know how far she would let this happen while thinking of herself as his sister. He wanted to kiss her so bad that it hurt.

"Please," she quietly pleaded and looked at him with a desperate glare.

"Please what, Grace?" he politely asked. He needed a clear indication. She could still be under alcohol influence and he really, really didn't want to take advantage of his sister being drunk, no matter how bad he wanted her.

"Could we... could you... please... just a kiss?" Lowering her eyes to his lips, she hesitantly asked.

"If that's what you want. Beautiful." Holding her elbow, he grinned. Grace closed her eyes and nodded.

They stared at each other briefly before Johan pulled her head up and pressed his lips against hers. The tension in Grace's body instantly increased. His grip on her elbow tightened and she placed her hands tentatively on his broad chest. Johan's shaky hands found her narrow waist and pulled his sister closer, pressing his rigid hard-on onto her belly. Grace moaned against his mouth. Johan smiled and pushed his tongue through her parted lips. Grace felt it slide along hers, exploring her mouth with a newborn curiosity. She let her hands slid up his chest and around his neck as they wobble and wavered in each other's arms. It was the kind of a kiss that was worth a life.

After several seconds, Grace broke the kiss. She brought her fingers up to her lips and stared at him. He stayed unmoved, waiting, smiling.

"Wow," she exclaimed.

"Wow, what?" Grinning, he asked.

"Wow, it was... It was..." Grace couldn't help but grin back. "Really good, Johan."

"Just really good?" he scowled. "I was hoping for rather 'fucking inconceivable'."

Grace chuckled abashed. "I wasn't fully into it. I'm too excited."

"Well, do you want to try again?" She nodded shyly.

Johan draped his hands around Grace's neck and jaw, pulling her lips confidently against his. Parting her lips forcefully he slipped his tongue in her mouth, her responding with the same power. She wrapped her hands around his bicep and moved her body closer to his.

The wind blew gently around them, brushing their glowing cheeks. Grace let her leg rub against Johan's, feeling her smooth toes skid against his macho muscle. Johan dropped his hand from her face to her hips, again pulling her further against him. She wrapped her legs around his butt, feeling all sense of sibling fly out the window as their kiss deepened.

Johan not sure how far he could go, he kept his hands to himself for the most part, only permitting them to squeeze her ass sporadically. She desperately wanted to pull his hands to her aching breasts, but she knew that that would obviously be way too much, way too soon. She didn't even know how he would feel about this kiss in the morning.




Grace



Their tongues danced against each other for a few minutes, setting all of her nerves on fire. Grace broke the kiss, pulled back and smiled. Johan leaned down to give her one more gentle kiss on her rosy, puffy lips and pulled his chest backward, dropping his eyes to her hard protruding nipples, smiling. "Well?"

Grace smiled. Pushing her chest onto his, poking her nipples, she moved her mouth close to his ear. "I know you saw it. No need to put it into words, but to satisfy your ego... 'Fucking unbelievable'" she blurted. She licked his earlobe, untangled their bodies and moved away. She then ran to the other side of the car and waited for him to unlock the door. When she threw herself in the passenger seat and finally came up for breath, Johan was already sitting in the driver seat, watching her. She stared back and glowered up at him.

"What? What's wrong?"

Johan shook his head. "Nothing at all. I'm just sitting here thinking of all the times growing up that I had known you, I never ever thought you'd be so fucking good at kissing. I just feel...I just feel... it's kind of cool."

His admission only made her gut clench. It felt so good, kissing, wrapped up in his arms, safeguarded from the rest of the world. She didn't realize that she had craved to be held in this way. Now, it only embellished the feeling. She wished he did it again. She remembered how boldly she had flirted earlier. Mystified and surprised at her own action, she said softly, "Something, something happened to me," she hesitantly stated. "Something inside of me, something good happened to me, I can't describe," she said, and looked away from him, highly embarrassed.

"It's alright, Grace." Not wanting to quiz her any more, he asked with a smile. "Are we good to go?"

With both hands clasped together in her lap, without looking at him she nodded. They both sat in silence, thinking, their relation was never going to be same again even if nothing happened thereafter.

After pulling into her driveway and helping her to get out of the car, "I'll see you later Grace." Johan said leaning down to kiss her both cheeks. "Get some sleep." And with that, he drove to his house, cursing himself the whole time. Turning away from his sister that night was the hardest thing he had ever done in his life.

Grace walked up the steps and made into her house with her shaky legs, fumbling twice with the keys. She locked the door behind her, her breathing erratic. She couldn't believe the turn of events of the night. Just a few hours before, she was having dinner with Johan, her brother, and now, her lips were still tender from the most passionate kiss she had ever shared with anyone, and she had shared it with her brother. She smiled and pushed herself off the door. Just as she walked to the kitchen to get herself a glass of water, she thought, 'This is going to be a sleepless night.'

Later the next morning, she was awakened from a wildest dream she ever had with a 'ding' from her phone indicating she got a message. The feeling of the dream was so overwhelming that she didn't even want to get out of the bed. Whoever it was could wait. Scrolling images of the events of the last night in her head, she relaxed smiling. For the first time in months, she had let her guard down. Her own brother had made her jump his bones. Well, almost.

A night out with her brother had electrified her day and it showed in her legs. After the shower, she made breakfast and retrieved message she had received.

'Dinner at mom's tonight. Call her when you can.'

"Oh god," a deep, long groan slipped off her mouth. She couldn't hold her breath after she read it. Two nights in a row with the new found intimacy. Waves of excitement swept through her entire self. She had to find out how Johan felt.

'Ok, I will. Thanks for such a memorable night.' She replied.

'You're welcome. I enjoyed it too.' He replied promptly.

'I think I've a little crush on you. (Smile) Thanks for caring enough about me and not making things awkward for me.' She chuckles to herself and clicked the send button. He didn't reply for almost five minutes. Her heart jumped in anticipation while she waited. Every minute felt like a year. Five minutes became ten and ten turned into fifteen. Her breathing choked her throat. Fuck! I've ruined it. I've ruined it all by being such a fool and making it obvious to him. Now I've lost my brother and a best friend. She held her head in agony, shaking it. Her eyes started to fill with tears. Pain turned into anger and at that very moment when she was about to smash her phone on the kitchen floor, it bleeped.

'You're acting like having a crush is bad thing. I feel same.'

'What the fuck took you so long to reply. You mother fucker, had me virtually dead here.' Fingers shaking from the haste she typed the message as fast as she could. 'It is scary when it is with your brother, Johan.'

'I know. That is never going to change, though. Sorry, but I was driving to mom's. She's asked me to fix her bathroom.'

'I hope not!' She replied.

'I got to go. Mom is yelling. I can't wait to see you in the evening.'

'Same is with me. See you then.' After replying she closed the tab and huffed hard. She really couldn't wait till evening.

Grace was helping her mother with dinner, humming a song when Johan came bounding down the stairs, bare chested, wearing a pair of denim shorts and a towel over his head, his hands busy drying hair.

She wheezed at the instant she stepped out of the kitchen and saw her brother's strong chest and muscles. She had seen him half naked before too, but after last night, with newly found intimate feelings, the sight she was glaring at made her knee get weak and wet her clean shaven pussy lips. Her cheeks beamed as she blushed. Not to look so obvious, she looked at his face and said, "Hi Johan. Glad to see you."

"Hello Grace. Glad to see you too. I wasn't aware that you were already here." She looked so breathtaking that he struggled to control himself and not jump and kiss her like he did last night. Her hair pulled back from her face and gathered into a loose knot at the nape of her neck, a tight, half transparent white shirt buttoned in front that showed her big chesty curves and a short denim shorts emphasizing her sexy bare thighs. A light hint of mascara and lip gloss made her look just like a consummated woman out to model her feminine self. She laughed as she saw him gawking at her mounds.

For like the thousandth time, Johan was caught staring at his sister, or more precisely at her womanly form. Grace knew she was ruthlessly teasing him with pointers of her assets, but she just couldn't help it. She wasn't too much of a showgirl, rather a shy girl, but now she could never seem to resist a chance to show off her figure to her brother. Whenever she caught him checking her out and saw a bulge in his pants, she got exceptionally horny.

"I think dinner is ready. Come on kids. Let's eat." Their mother called from the dining room.

They ate as usual and talked over different things, nothing in particular. Half way to the dinner, Johan's hand crept under the table and placing it on her bare thigh ran his finger tips over her exposed smooth skin. Grace shuddered and flushed. Their mother noticed Graces blushing cheeks the whole time.

"Johan, look at our girl. Grace seems happy. She is glowing like a light bulb."

"Oh yeah, she is." Squeezing her thighs under the table, Johan agreed.

"What's up girl? Spit it out. Who is the guy?" Their mother asked her with a grin.

Grace blushed and eyed her brother for a moment before she crooned, "I went out with a guy last night. He seemed as being a nice guy. I think I like him. You probably don't know him though."

"It looks like he is more than just a nice guy." Johan teased, pulling his hands upward along her thighs.

"Oh, shut up. What do you know about being a nice guy?" She snapped with a mock anger, "You haven't had a date ever since...."

"Like the hell, I haven't. I too went out with a girl last night. She is the most beautiful girl I've ever dated." He looked at her and simpered. "Tell me a little more about your so called nice guy."

"None of your business. Tell me about your 'the most beautiful girl' instead." Squeezing his hand she said smiling.

"Well, she is the most beautiful. No doubt about it. And cool too. She said she had crush on me. I might ask her out again." Leaning over to her he whispered.

"Stop fighting like little kids. Can't you both act like grownups now?" their mother mediated. "And Johan, let her be. She is a good girl."

"Yeah, leave me alone and you'd better think about how to keep your 'the most beautiful girl' around." She winked at him, pulling his hand off her thighs.

Grace did continue teasing him on and off for the rest of the evening. On most occasions, she ended up touching his torso or squeezing his hands. However, every now and then, she'd hold his hand in her lap, but she refrained from going overboard knowing their mother was around.

At the end of the evening they both wished 'good night' to their mother and headed out.

"Did you want to do anything else tonight?" He asked.

"I've got something in my mind, but it can wait until next time." She gave him a tight hug and turned to walk to her car. He stood there watching her luscious ass wobble for a few seconds before getting into his car.

He wondered what she meant by 'I've got something in my mind.' Grace didn't even seem to hold back her emotions. He decided it would be better to wait and see what she had in store for later.

Before he started the car, she knocked on the roof and leaned in holding her elbows on the window. She kissed his cheek and then looking at his face started unbuttoning her shirt. Grace's smile broadened as she watched his jaw tighten and his eyes pop out while she slowly, teasingly unbuttoned the top three buttons of her shirt revealing most of her heavy milky flesh.

God, she just looked like a tease. And did she have to be leaning over so he could see all the way down her shirt and making him hornier than he ever was before? Oh shit, she's not even wearing a bra! Did she wear one before? Licking his lips, he groaned.

She laughed at his consternation.

"Pervert." She teased, smiling, but did nothing to hide her exposed chest.

"Cock tease." He shot back, grinning.

Her eyes scurried to his shorts and saw his clearly visible hard cock. She leered and said, "Poor Johan."

Johan couldn't take it any longer. He had to feel her. He then reached for her breast with one hand rubbing his knuckles over her hardening nipple.

"Good god!!!" Unable to keep quiet as Johan continued to rub back of his hand onto her now fully erect nipple, making her twat wet, she moaned involuntarily thrusting her breast onto his fingers. And when Johan slipped his thumb into her shirt and brushed her puffy nipple, she looked back at the house and moaned a little louder, "Oh fuck." She almost came right then.

"Johan...this is not the right place. It's too hot out here. Take me somewhere else please." Resigning to her monumental lust she begged with a sultry tone. She was scared that their mother could come out any time just to check on them.

"Yeah, My place?" he asked her dimly not believing she had just asked him to take her to a place where they could be alone. His cock grew rock hard.

"OK." She took a deep breath and then continued. "If, that is where you want to take me."

"Get in the car, hurry!" He offered.

"No. I don't want to leave my car here. I'll follow you." Grace shouted over her shoulders as she ran to her car.

They raced to Johan's condo breaking all the legal speed limits. His brain was screaming. Holy fuck! Is this really happening?

Shutting the front door, Johan walked up to Grace, almost in a dream, laying his hands on her shoulders. He stroked one of her flowing arms; loving her smooth jade skin with his fingertips and feeling her muscles tighten as his hand floated over them. Cupping her elbow, his touch glided over her arm to her hand, where their palms met and fingers tangled. Standing so close to her, he had to bend his head to look directly into her eyes.

Neither of them smiled, entranced by the other. Her piercing blue eyes melted Johan right there. Gulping, he looked into her beautiful cleavage, his other hand tracing its outer roundness. His touch flowed over the group of joints where her arms met her body, then lower to her stomach, causing goose bumps grow all over her body and finally coming to rest on her hip pulling her closer.

"God damn!!" was all he could say as he heard her gasp and felt her push her chest onto his.

Grace tossed the remaining thoughts of being his sister out her mind and pulled Johan towards her; lips crashing into a vigorous kiss. Their tongues leaped into each other's mouth, eagerly squirming and toying with the other. Johan pressed so hard into the kiss that Grace's head was forced back onto his hand. Both her arms wrapped around Johan, pulling him down onto her, desperate for any contact. Her stiff nipples digging into his chest, which were pushed back with each strained breath.

"I can feel that." She giggled in his mouth. Her hand then went to his shorts stroking his hardness over the fabric.

"Fuck!!!" he groaned as his cock twitched under her soft caresses.

Suddenly, Grace, turning her brother around, pushed him on the couch and threw herself over him, pinning him down. Locking her lips to his again, she murmured into his mouth. "Don't move; your ass is mine."

Taken aback by her domination, he threw himself loose and waited for her next action.

Grace's tongue found his again and her hand shifted to the underside of her brother's shaft, fingers circling around his now rock hard member in a steady upward stroke. His throbbing cock pleaded for freedom. Grace's soft palm and fingers felt wonderful, even through the fabric, but he could imagine how they would feel on his naked cock. Each slow, precise stroke of her skillful hand got him harder and harder. At one point, he thought his member would rip through his shorts. All the while, she smiled into his lips.

Johan worked himself to a sitting position, placing his feet on the floor on either side of his sister as Grace slowly dropped to her knees in front of her brother. Johan's eyes went wide.

"Oh God, Grace... Are you sure, we..."

"Johan, I want to do this. I had wanted to do this last night, actually. Please sit back and enjoy, ok?" She placed her hands on the button of his shorts and slowly let it pop free. Her eyes shot up to his.

It was a crucial moment. Grace was about to see Johan's cock for the very first time. Once this happened, there was no turning back and they both knew it. She felt unusually calm about what was about to happen.

Grace took a deep breath and tucked her fingers beneath Johan's shorts and boxers and started crawling them down. He lifted his hips to help her pull them down his thighs. She didn't take her eyes off of his face till the base of Johan's thick cock came free.

Grace smiled and glimpsed down to his lap, watching as his throbbing cock came into view, finally bursting free from behind his clothes. Johan groaned as it came into contact with cold air. Grace gasped. He wasn't the biggest she had ever seen, but he was definitely larger than she had ever fucked. She smiled and looked up at Johan. His eyes were half closed filled with lust.

"Wow. Johan... I mean, wow, you never disappoint me. Do you ever?" Grace vociferated as she guided his shorts off his feet and threw them to the side. Her fingers traveled up his legs. She let her fingertips lightly drag against his thighs as her hands made their way to his pulsating hardness. She trailed her fingertips over his aching scrotum and wrapped one hand around the thick base of his cock. His hips jerked underneath her hands.

Grace analyzed the weight of Johan's cock in her hand. She squeezed him firmly and noticed a thick drop of pre-cum that had gathered at the tip. She ran her thumb up spreading the wetness over his glans. Johan groaned loudly. The sound of his conspicuous passion lit a fire within her.

She moaned with Johan as she too felt her own juice drip into her panties. She adjusted herself over him and wrapped both her hands around his burning shaft and started moving them up and down slowly all the while she kept her eyes locked with his. Johan's hand immediately raced to her cleavage.

"No, not now." She said and pulling his both hands over his head, "Don't move. Let me do this, ok?" she pleaded. Johan moved his head in agreement and only then did she let his hands fall to his sides.

He groaned again as she sped up her efforts moving her hands up and down on his throbbing rod. She clearly didn't care how close he was, as her hands glided up, making him lift his chin and clinch his teeth together to keep from moaning out too loud. His cock, rock hard, helplessly thumped in her hands. Johan's hips began to move on their own, thrusting swiftly into her fingers as his sensitivity reached its peak. With a moan that sounded more like a whimper, he succumbed to her hands.

"Fuck..." he growled. She noticed that his hands were clutching at the cushions beneath him.

"Don't hold it back. Let it go baby." Sensing him trying hard to hold it back, she encouraged him to cum.

"Oh yeah. Oh God, Grace, you're so fucking good at this," he bawled.

Then it happened. "Oh fuck... oh fuck... Grace... I'm coming..." he cried out loud and a lightning bolt of pleasure shot down his shaft, his seed spewing forth as his entire body tensed up. Grace's hands squeezing him from base to tip milking him as much as she could out of him. His hips rocked with each spurt spraying his cum all over. His breaths came out raggedy. Finally, when he could give her no more, he went limp onto the couch, Grace still gripping his pulsating rock hard cock.

The only sound to be heard was their heavy breathing and his grunt as the last cum dripped off the tip of his cock. Johan lifted his head and stared at his sister.

"Holy fucking shit!!" he said, shaking his head. Grace smiled self-consciously, shaking her head in return.

"Wow, you cum a lot Johan." She laughed and pulling his shirt off, she cleaned the mess. When Johan's racing breath slowed down, she reached up to his ear and whispered.

"You are still hard. Fuck me!" As such, she hadn't planned to fuck Johan but just tease a little, yet the feel of the hot cock of her brother brought her untamed hormones to a level where she had no control over her brain. All she could think of was to get a hard throbbing boner deep into her itching pussy.

Without waiting for what her brother had to say she got up, pulling off her shorts and panties in a singular motion. Placing both hands on the back of the couch she bent over and rolling her ass in a circular gesticulation, she recited.

"Come on Johan!! Fuck me!"

Not believing his ears, he couldn't move. But when he heard her say it again, in a living dilemma, he stepped behind her and hesitantly brought the tip of his cock into contact with her wet lips. Pushing forward slightly, he brushed his swollen head of his rigid cock up and down over her rosy pleats and paused. Sensing his reluctance, she looked at him over her back.

"Fuck me," she sighed. "Stick it in and fuck me already." She parted her legs a little wider. She couldn't wait any more.

Once again, he didn't disappoint her. Holding her tight ass cheeks in his strong hands he slid his cock inside the forbidden territory, the walls of her wet pussy coating and embracing his length as he did. Grace let out a long pleasurable sob as the walls of her vulva strained around his thick cock. Slowly but firmly he worked his rigid shaft into her tight wet cunt. As he bottomed out and his balls swung against her thighs she moaned. "Oh good lord, I can't believe how big your dick is!" she blurted. He then held still for a moment while she adjusted to his girth.




Grace



The unbelievable sensation of being inside a warm wet cunt was heightened by knowing that it was the pussy of his sister. She was his beloved sister. No cunt had ever felt better. No cunt had ever braced his cock as tightly as Grace's did.

He then pulled out and slid back in. In and out, he did that a few times. He was in paradise.

"Damn, your dick feels so fucking good," Grace panted as he began gently to slide in and out of her.

Not having had a live cock in her pussy for months she was on fire. "Johan, just fuck me! Just fuck me hard like you own me! Just fuck me like there is no tomorrow!! You can play with me later when we've more time. Not now, please. I need to be fucked hard! I don't care how you fuck me!" Pushing her ass back hard on his cock she bellowed with surprising bluntness.

Without bothering to build up steam anymore, he instantly began to thrust in and out of her cunt with great intensity. Each thrust squashed her head up against the couch.

"Oh fuck... yeah," Grace moaned in pleasure as he hammered his thick cock in her tight wet cunt harder and deeper. She met his each thrust equally with pushing her ass back onto his cock. He watched her back arched as she began to moan with pleasure.

"Yes, Johan...... my cunt..... Jesus...... it's yours.....fuck...... take this good little tight cunt......"

Her big unsupported tits lurched back and forth under her shirt as he hammered into her; her body began to shake as her orgasm approached. Like a wave of pure energy, the familiar rush took over her body, as her body erupted and acted on its own. Legs shaking, eyes shut tightly, Grace groaned, "Fuck...Fuck! I'm coming br... Johannnnnnnn..." Her pussy clamped on Johan's cock as she came, bathing his rigidness with her wet flurry as the wave continued to rush over her, her face tingled, her loins burned, her legs quivering... she stayed there crooked, limp, spastic...shaking.

Pulling up her winded weakening swanky body Johan continued to thrust into her over and over...."Grace, I'm there too." He squeaked as he felt his own orgasm approaching. At that point, as the speed of his thrusting became as fast as a runner nearing the finish line in a race and as his cock forced all of its complete length and girth deep into her cunt with each thrust, he reached the point where, for a couple of seconds, it seemed like the world stopped.

"Come in me baby. Fill me up with your cum." She panted as she felt his cock swelling inside of her and as her own orgasm abated, she felt his head burst inside of her. She felt his cum spurt in her willing body and could feel Johan's hands clamp on her hips pushing his shaft as far as he could into her. She felt his cum mixing with her own, the juices leaking out of her sore lips running down her legs, as Johan's hand slid up and pressed her face into the back of the couch, his balls draining their substances in what felt like a stream of spunk.

Collapsing onto her back, Johan could hear Grace's arduous breaths and smell her hair as his face leaned and pressed against the side of hers.

"That was damn hot... Thank you." Turning her Head she whispered graciously into his ear and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Trust me, the pleasure was all mine," he said, still breathing hard.

"Next time...... we can start it slow..." crumpling onto the coach with him, goofily she said. He just smiled.

They lay upon the couch tangled, shaking and quivering as their spent bodies attempted to recover.

The next morning when Johan woke up, Grace was gone. He still couldn't believe that he had fucked his own sister last night. It was amazing. Not believing what had happened, he shook his head. It felt like a dream, but him, waking up naked left no doubt that it was real. It happened and it happened with his sister.

He then got up to make some coffee. A note was waiting for him on the dinner table. 'Gone. Had the time of my life, though. Need some time to think it over. Love you. Will call you.' It was signed 'GRACE.'

Fuck!!! His sister was gone without informing him and now he had to wait for her call. Shit!!

Dizzily he went on with his daily routine checking his phone every minute for a miss call or even a message, but did he get any.

After a long wait, that afternoon, his sister communicated with him at last, bucking him up from the jinx he was in all day long. 'Love you and miss you.' And with that he received a picture of her left tit half hanging out of her top.

Oh fuck!!! He grunted and automagically his hand ran to his cock rubbing it a little. That tease!! She is driving me freaking crazy!! Johan cried out loud. 'Such a tease!!! Love you and miss you too.' Johan answered back after a while.

For the next five working days he anxiously waited for his sister's call, but it appeared that she was busy or probably had forgotten to call her brother. Johan himself occupied with his work hadn't had much time to think over what had happened the last weekend between him and his sister too. To him it still felt like a daydream and when Friday approached, he couldn't wait anymore. He had to find out what his sister had in her mind.

'Hi Grace, what's up?' Johan sent a message to his sister after reaching home from work late that the evening.

'Hey bro, I'm having a bash at this club. Women's night out. Come join us. Lol' Grace replied right away.

'No, thank you. I can't handle a bunch of horny women at once. Ha ha ha...' he responded with thoughts of the time he had with his sister last weekend.

'And who said we're a horny bunch of goofs? We're classy women who like to have some fun time. What's up with you? Why aren't you out enjoying your night?'

'Well, I didn't plan anything. I was sticking around for someone to call me, but that call never got through. Kept myself available in case she wanted to go out.'

'Well, it seems your 'the most beautiful girl' is busy somewhere.' (Wink)

'Yeah, I reckon. My bad. Maybe next weekend she calls me back. I had been thinking about her all week.' He waited for a length for her reply and then sent her one more message.

'Probably that was one time kinda.'(Crying)

'Not really. I'm sure she liked it more than you think she did and would want to do it again and again. She probably is taking her own time to get back to you.'(Smile) Grace revealed her real feelings.

'Well, in that case I'm ready to wait till she decides on what she really wants.'

'Best of luck and have a nice weekend. Be good.'

'You too.' All Johan wanted to know was how his sister felt, and he got it eventually.

At the club, Grace's friends saw her face blush while sending messages and only they knew it.

"Awe what a secret bitch that you are. Who was it?" One of her friends asked her laughing.

Nobody important, just a guy I went out with. She lied to her friends. Even if she wanted to tell them she couldn't. How could she tell them that she had fucked her own blood. From now on she got to be a little more careful. She thought to herself.

"Yeah, whatever, but hope he is good in bed at least." And they all laughed.

"He sure is... the best." The images of her brother's cock ran through her mind. She sat there smiling, as her friends watched her with amusement.

"So how about you bring him along next time? We can make an only exception in your case. We can't wait to see the guy who had our girl smile. We all promise to keep our hands to ourselves." Her other friend teased.

"Yeah, right. Like I'm conking out to parade him in front of a gang of horny little sluts." None of her friends knew who her brother was, but the hell she couldn't take any chance. Could she?

They all laughed loud, attracting attention of the whole club. A man, who was gawking at Grace for a while, walked to their table and asked her if she could join him for a drink but she said no, she can't. She already got a boyfriend and thanked him for his offer. She didn't know yet that what relationship was to be like with her brother and so she wanted to put her utmost efforts to be with her brother intimately.

She indeed loved her brother and either way she would love him. The feeling of her being in his arms was overwhelming. She had never felt so safe and aroused at the same time. The touch of her brother made her forget everything but to be at his side. Yet she wasn't ready to jump into the relationship with her brother and lose what all siblings had together.

Johan's thoughts soaking up most of her brain space, meant she wasn't paying a great deal of attention to the conversations her friends were holding but she barely shook her head every so often or just toted along with them like she was totally into their play. Her pussy twitched all the while her thoughts remembered the last session of the night they had together. She couldn't believe that she, herself, half naked, bent over on the couch, had asked her brother to fuck her much the same way a slut would.

Only after her wild fire was toned down by her brother's cock to a level where she could use her sense again, not guilt, but uneasiness draped over her and she had to leave Johan for a bit to ponder the situation she had gotten into with her brother. She wasn't ashamed from the spot she was in with him in any manner.

The moment Grace reached her home, she laid back and mulled over her options and eventually she sent him a message and a teaser picture. Grace couldn't help, but smile at herself the minute she sent that message knowing well that that picture was about to make her brother go crazy.

Two more weeks passed. Meanwhile, she didn't call her brother, but kept sending mercilessly a few half-naked photos of her, fermenting her brother to the brink of lunacy.

At last, after almost a month, on the fourth Thursday evening, Grace called her brother. "Hello, brother... what's up?"

"And to what do I owe the honor of such a late evening call from my beloved sister?" He asked, rather unhappily.

"Awe, My little brother doesn't sound excited." She teased him.

"Words can't describe how happy you just made me." Jonah barked. Thought, his heart was thumping in his chest from the excitement, he didn't want to show it to his sister just yet.

"It looks as if you haven't had any good times since we had dinner at mom's." She giggled before adding, "Nonetheless, I can make it up to you."

"And how exactly would you go about it?" he still sounded annoyed but not as much.

"Um, well, hmm... how about I cook a dinner for you tomorrow night? I suppose that should bring some color back to your cheeks."

"And why would you take so much pain for your little brother?" He wasn't ready to let it go yet.

"I want my brother to eat a proper healthy diet. To the extent I know you are a terrible cook and eat nothing but junk food." Grace reasoned her invitation.

"Truth is... you are an excellent cook. Even though you weren't as nice during the past month, I can't pass up the best food I've ever known." He heard her laugh from the other end. He wasn't sure if this invitation was a date, but looking back at the pics she had sent him over the weeks, he had no doubt that this was going to be more than just a dinner at his sister's.

Next evening when Johan was driving to his sister's house, he began thinking less with emotions, and more with reasons. He reasoned with himself that the night one month before was purely a surge of sexual thirst at the time. If his sister did not wish to continue with him emotionally, or intimately anymore, he wouldn't press the issue. He would rather let her decide the scope of the relationship and wouldn't let the bonding he had with his sister get spoiled.

After pressing the doorbell button, Johan stood there with both hands behind his back holding flowers he bought that evening. At the end of the long wait, in front of him stood the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, her dark brown hair, pulled into a long braid that hung down in front of her left shoulder, nearly to the tip of her breast. It was silky smooth, and sparkled in the failing light of the evening. Her face, which she had lowered bashfully as he stared at her, was as smooth as her hair, but lightly blushed. Full lips complemented her beautiful blue eyes, creating a blindingly sensual appearance.

Passing down his sister's thin neck, Johan's eyes traveled lower. He could see the swell of her breasts through the nearly translucent dress she wore. Her breasts larger than average, but not as large as to cause a burden and dark brown nipples tapering into deliciously hard points were clearly visible through the material.

Johan realized he had been hypnotized. What he had believed as a dress was sure as hell two different garments made of a silky white fabric. A little top covered her arms and shoulders, leaving her upper chest and back bare, with a great deal of velvety skin showing. The fabric of the top slipped under her breasts and tied around her back to offer some support, while still allowing her brother to appreciate their full, heavy profile.

Johan's trousers began to tighten uncomfortably around his groin as he realized his cock was swelling at his sister's beauty.

Sliding his attention lower past her bare stomach he found the other part of the clothing to be a long skirt which flowed freely from her hips. A slit along the right side from hip to foot offered him an unobstructed look at her tanned long leg.

As his eyes returned to her face, he could see the pulse in her neck fluttering wildly. A smirk had clearly broken out over her face, perhaps a result of her brother's blatant assessment.

"I think your eyes might perhaps be..." Her words ceased as she scouted for the appropriate words.

"Swelling?" Johan delivered, chuckling to himself.

"Not really." Lowering her eyes to her brother's pants for a moment, she teased, "But... certainly something other than your eyes is swelling." Grace, now flirting openly, made a cheerful sight, and Johan's lust only intensified. Nothing he did made her any more nervous, in fact, he was driving her in the opposite direction. He closed the distance to her quickly and presented her with the flowers he had been hiding behind his back.

"Wow. Very, very charming! Isn't my lovely brother being romantic tonight?" Grace couldn't hide her excitement and blurted out.

"You like them?" Johan asked warily. For a moment she didn't respond and kept looking at the flowers in her hand. He smiled, trying to get a response from her. Getting none, he continued, "I love the flowers, they're very beautiful, nearly as beautiful as you are."

"I do." Grace brought the flower to her nose and replied with a smile. "Beautiful! Really beautiful!! Thank you. Thank you so much." She couldn't hide her gratitude and it showed in her watering eyes.

Johan took one step closer to her, wrapping his left hand around her shoulder, with his free hand, he placed his index finger under her chin, pulling her head upward, he lightly kissed her forehead and then both the eyes.

Grace was smiling at her brother openly now, as the uneasiness seemed to be departing her. On an instinct Johan brushed the back of his finger that had been on her chin along the cheek. Her skin was soft and smooth and her face reddened to his touch.

At his touch, her eyes too, softened and she bit her lower lip softly. Not wanting to disturb the delicate pace both of them have established, Grace decided to move their attention away from mighty lust which was fast enveloping them.

"Come on in, Johan." Grace pulled her brother into the house and closed the door after him.

"Would you like something to drink?" She asked, realizing her brother hadn't moved much in to her house and had been waiting near the door hesitantly. Smiling at him, she continued, "Make yourself at home. It'll be a minute before I finish preparing dinner."

"Well..." He said nervously. "It's really no problem, I'm quite alright." Johan had been to his sister' place many a times, but this was the first time he had stepped into her house as a supposedly a date.

He watched with a bemused expression as she dashed into the kitchen and began to rummage loudly through her pantry to finish the dinner.

Grace, can I help you? After a while, Johan, back to being himself, stepped into the kitchen poured himself a drink, and asked his sister.

"No, that's alright brother, I've got it under control. Thanks." She replied without looking back up at her brother, but the pot she was holding slipped and fell from her hand and rattled on the floor. "Damn it!" She swore loudly as she tried to bend down and pick up the pot, allowing half of her almost perfect breasts to fall out for her brother to admire.

"Sister please..." His voice trailed off as her milky mounds fell out in front of him and without appearing too excited he laid a hand gently on her shoulder, seeking to calm her while she attempted to pick up the pot.

Johan bent down and gently took her arm in his hand then picked up the pot for her. A warm smile brightened her face as he leaned forward and kissed her gently on the cheek. "Thank you, but why don't you let me take care of dinner?" she asked her brother as she tried to get her composure back.

Grace then turned toward the stove, and Johan got his first close hint of her ass of the evening as she walked a few steps. It was pleasantly full, from what he could see, although being hidden by her skirt and jiggling proudly under the thin fabric. The desire to take hold of her ass, and knead it with his hands was almost devastating to him.

Just as prominent was the burning sensation that she felt where he'd kissed her cheek. His kiss had been melting, and to some extent wet, and Grace wondered if he had made it wet for the cause. The thought of his mouth, combined with the strong male aroma was too much to hold back as her panties stuck painfully against her dripping cunt. Her mind was vague, and not quite as clear as it normally was. She had been stuck in such a state for a month now.

Leaving Grace in the kitchen, he made his way to her living room. On the center table was a women's magazine; he picked it up and turned the pages as he waited for his sister and tried to regain his composure. After several hard fought attempts, he felt his hardness ease a bit, enough to take his mind off of his sister sexually.

"Johan, would you please set the table while I get the food?" Grace called him from the kitchen.

"Yeah, sure." Johan did as he was told and sat on the chair waiting for his sister to bring the food to the table.

"Don't worry," she whispered, "dinner will taste equally as good as it smells, if not better." She quickly kissed his cheek and turned away to sit across the table.

"Uh huh like I know any better."

Their dinner was nothing special. As they ate, they talked more about what they did over the past month, and Johan found that she hadn't been out as much as he thought she did. Almost all the way through the dinner Grace was talking about her time out with her friends the other night. She looked almost as interested in his time as he was in hers, except when he asked her for the reason she left his house the other night without even informing him. She was cryptically tight lipped, her seductive lips starting a small smile as if visualizing pleasant memories.

Before Johan realized, they had spent more than two hours sitting at the table together, talking. Once they finished their food, Johan took her hands in both of his, kissing them, he thanked her for the delicious dinner. Grace sighed as she pulled her hand from his and pushed her chair back. He looked up hastily, wondering why she drew her hand away so abruptly.

Grace chucked as he looked at her questioning. "I'd be more than happy to continue Johan, but the dishes need to be cleaned, and it's getting rather late."




Grace



grace (gr-As), n ., 1. elegance or beauty of form, matter, motion or action. 2. the freely given, unmerited favor and love of God. 

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I'm sitting on the sofa, looking into the soft glow of the fireplace, a glass of eggnog in my hand.

It's Christmas Eve, and in the background I can hear my wife humming a carol in harmony with the soft tunes coming from the stereo as she sets out the Santa Claus gifts.

Even though our children are all but grown now, we still have Santa on Christmas morning, only instead of dolls and toys, the gifts are sweaters and dresses, movies and CDs. But they are still given with the love that they have come to expect from us.

I look over at her, and as it happens so often, she looks back at the same moment, our eyes lock and we smile at each other, with the look of love everlasting.

I think back then to an earlier Christmas Eve many years ago, and to one two years before that, when a series of circumstances -- fortunate and unfortunate -- led Grace to become my lover, and soon thereafter, my wife.

They say you sometimes have to go through hell to get to heaven, and that was true in my case. I went through a hell that I wouldn't wish on any man, but if I hadn't, I wouldn't have Grace and I wouldn't be half the man I am today.

Let me tell you my story, because there are some lessons to be learned from it.

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To the best of my knowledge, in the history of the world, there has only been one perfect man, and even he was quite a bit more than just a man.

So it stands to reason then that every one of us at some point in our lives has done something bad, something that hurt someone else. 

We've all done something that should have earned us condemnation, at least from the higher powers, and it is because of grace that we don't pay the penalty for our often-stupid decisions.

In my case, I took someone who was straight -- or at least drug-free -- and started her on the path to addiction. I introduced Elise Tucker to marijuana when we were just out of high school, and from that one corrupting moment, she slowly descended into the world of junkies and prostitution.

It might not have been so bad, except that not long after that, I got her pregnant, we got married and she eventually gave me three children in the space of four years, two daughters and a son. 

It wasn't until we'd been married almost eight years that I realized what she'd become, behind my back and under my nose, and it took most of my money and all of my self-respect before I was finally free of her. And even then, she left me with scars -- physical and emotional -- that I still have to this day.

My name is Steve Moreland, and I'm 42, far wiser than I was when I was 15. I was born and raised in a suburban area near a mid-sized Southern city. My folks were fairly well off, and I did my damnedest to be cool.

Although I was on the football team all through high school, I didn't play much, mostly on special teams and the junior varsity. That never stopped me from smoking cigarettes or drinking beer or smoking pot. That's just the way it was in those days.

You'd have thought that when a good friend of mine was killed during my senior year of high school that it would set some of us straight, and in my case it did for awhile. I was on the rebound from that incident when I began dating Elise.

We had a class together and she sort of latched onto me as someone who was in need. Never mind that she already had a boyfriend, a fellow that was a year older and going to the nearby junior college. We started dating, and soon she threw him over for me.  

That should have been a warning, but I was so sloppy in love that I failed to notice.

At that time, Elise was kind of a band nerd, but she was a band nerd who put out, as they say. She was a little taller than average, and fairly nice looking with a body that had all the parts in the right places and in the right proportions.

She was always a little self-conscious about her nose, which did have a bit of a crook to it, although it in no way hurt her looks, and she had soft brown hair that was utterly unremarkable.

She was, for the most part, a nice girl, the youngest child of a truck driver and a schoolteacher. But there were a few folks here and there who didn't like her much, one of whom was my father. 

Even before she got mixed up in drugs, Elise was very moody at times, and when she was in a bad mood, she could be a bitch. But that was OK, because when I was in a bad mood, I could be pretty foul too. Even my mom, who liked her and empathized with her, recognized the pitfalls of two people like us hooking up.

I also think my dad sensed that there were demons lurking in her soul that could devour me if they were unleashed, plus he thought I could do a lot better. 

But, I was in love, and, besides, he'd supposedly married beneath his station as well, and my mother turned out to be a true princess of a person.

The relationship might have run its course if I hadn't gone to college and come back for Thanksgiving break with a renewed appreciation for the wonders of weed. 

The first day I was back from college was on a Tuesday morning. Elise's parents were working, and she met me at the door still dressed in her thin nightgown. We hadn't been together in a couple of months, and we were hot and horny.

But I talked her into throwing on some clothes and taking a ride with me. We had a really good parking spot we'd used before and I drove us there. 

We got parked, and I pulled out a fat doobie. She kind of looked at me in disapproval, but I guess she'd always been a little curious about it, based on the way I'd talked about it -- in roundabout terms -- so she agreed to try it.

She got real giggly, then she turned on me with a passion I hadn't seen in her before. I mean we had fucked before, but it always seemed like she was holding something back.

Not this time. She kissed me wildly, and in seconds we were frantically ripping at each other's clothes.

I pulled her T-shirt off, clamped my lips on her tits and her body responded by writhing in the heat of lust. Her hands were steadily kneading my cock through my jeans. I managed to get her shorts off, and her pussy was steaming hot. 

Elise was naked as I eased the seat back to give us more room. There was an unholy fire in her eyes as she worked my pants down to my ankles, then pulled my shirt off, pinching my nipples as she climbed aboard.

She held my throbbing cock in one hand, aiming it for the wet opening to her sex, then with a loud mutual groan, she slid down my pole and began to work her hips up and down, enveloping my cock with her molten pussy.

I didn't think about protection, because she'd always been on the pill in the year since we'd first become intimate. I didn't think about anything except how good she felt. 

Our mouths were working together feverishly and our stiff nipples were sending electric shocks of sensation radiating through our bodies, crackling from one to the other.

I was thrusting up hard while she was working her hips in a corkscrew motion around my turgid dick. We were hurtling toward a huge mutual climax like we'd never had before. 

Elise was panting, moaning and squealing, and I was grunting and gasping as I fought for control, to try to prolong the delicious agony of our coupling. 

Up and down, up and down, we worked faster and harder, until Elise gasped loudly, arched her back, raised her head to the heavens and exploded in a truly awesome climax. I'd never experienced anything like it before, and seconds later, I spewed a monstrous cumshot deep in her womb.

We were covered in sweat and laughing insanely as we slowly floated back to earth from such an incredible high.

I quickly learned that weed had the same effect on Elise that it had on me. It made her insatiably horny, and we fucked every chance we got that whole weekend, until I left that Sunday.

We spent the whole Christmas vacation doing pretty much the same thing, although finding the time and space to fuck could be tricky. 

However, it wasn't all fun and games, and the longer the holiday break continued, the more friction there was. Elise was so horny and fell so quickly into the weed that I would subsequently wonder what she was doing when I was off at college.

When we weren't getting stoned and fucking, we were getting a little bitchy at each other, and I think we were probably headed for the inevitable breakup when fate intervened.

I'd been back at college for the spring semester about a month when Elise called me blubbering. Her period had been late, she'd gone quietly to a clinic and the doctor confirmed her worst fear. She was pregnant.

Even though neither of us was at the time very religious, we didn't believe in abortion, and after talking about it, we decided to get married. 

Needless to say, both sets of parents were not happy, and my dad, in particular, begged me not to go through with it. But I felt like it was the manly thing, the honorable thing to do, so in May 1983 we were married.

Much later, after our daughter Mary was born, I worked out the time line, and Elise must have conceived on or about Christmas Day. I would end up doing the same thing with the other two as well.

With a wife and a family to support, college wasn't an option, and I got a job working for a drug store as stocker and sometime cashier. 

I couldn't have gotten that job under the same circumstances today because I'd have never passed a drug screen. But that wasn't standard practice back then, and I soon showed an affinity for the job.

After two years, I was promoted to assistant store manager at another branch in town, and in 1985 Elise gave me a son, Robert. Just a year later, we had our other girl, Allison. With that, Elise had her tubes tied and we set about raising our family.

Throughout this period, we partied pretty good, but nothing too wild. We'd smoke pot on a fairly regular basis, and occasionally, we'd spring for some coke, hash or LSD. 

Elise liked the way some of the drugs made her feel, and she was enthusiastic about it whenever we got high, especially since we'd fuck like rabbits when we did. 

But as the kids got older, the harder drugs fell away for me, and eventually, as I started getting more and more responsibility, I let it start to fade away from my life. And I thought Elise had, as well.

Let me emphasize that I loved her throughout all of this, even if at times things got a little bitchy around the house.

It was in the fall of 1989, when Allison was 3 and Robert was 4, that Elise decided to go back to work, and she found a job as a secretary for a modest-sized electric contractor.

At first, I didn't mind, because it meant added income that we needed to support a growing family. But then I started to meet some of the people she was working with, and I began to get real bad vibes, especially from the men that worked there. 

To be blunt about it, a lot of them were lecherous lowlifes, and a couple of them I knew to be serious druggies.

And then there was Elise's friend Glenda, who worked there and who had steered Elise into the job. She was married to Mitch, who was a low-level dealer, and the main person we turned to when we wanted to get fixed up.

They fought constantly, and ran around on each other all the time. Hell, I even think they did some swinging, although I never got involved in that.

Mitch was OK for the most part, unless he got deep into the whiskey, then he could be a real terror, so I didn't get too close to him. But Elise and Glenda became fast friends, so we spent a lot of time at their house.

The first time I really thought something might be going on with Elise was that New Year's Eve. We went to a big party at Mitch and Glenda's, and it was the usual year-end bash -- a lot of beer and a lot of smoke. I had been away from the weed for about six weeks, so it hit me pretty hard.

Still, I was all right until just after midnight, when the champagne started flowing. I sucked down the better part of a bottle -- on top of a dozen or so beers -- and I got sick as a dog. I remember sitting on the driveway in a drunken stupor, and it was cold out that night.

Elise finally found me after I'd been out there heaving my guts out, and brought me in and laid me on a bed, where I passed out.

I must have been down for a couple of hours, when one of their teenage daughters rustled me out of her room. I kind of staggered into the den, looking for my wife, but she was nowhere in sight. 

I thought I heard muffled sounds of sex from one of the back bedrooms, but I was too gorked to do anything about it. The next thing I knew it was morning, I was on the floor in their den and Elise was asleep on the sofa.

After that night, I made a vow that I was never going to do anything like that again. I had a good career going, and I could sense that things in society were trending away from an acceptance of recreational drug use. It was the "just say no" era, as the stories about the pitfalls of illegal drug use began to circulate. 

I cut down my drinking considerably, and all but gave up smoking pot. I quit keeping it around, and over the next year weaned myself away from it altogether.

I really thought Elise was in it with me, but it began to become clear to me that she'd simply quit using at home. 

The first real sign that things were changing came in the spring. Elise went to get her hair cut one day and came back as a blonde. I also noticed that she was losing some of the weight she'd put on having the children, although I didn't see her on any diet or workout program that would cause weight loss. 

And with her weight loss and her new hair color -- which I didn't care for -- she began to sport a new, more revealing wardrobe. When I finally complained about it, she just shrugged and said something about wanting to look good. But at work? It didn't add up. 

As spring turned to summer, she began going out "with the girls" a couple of nights a week after work, and she started coming in later and later.

After many of her nights out, she'd try to slip in quietly, lock herself in the bathroom and shower. And as she was going out and staying out, our sex life simply ceased to exist. At the time it concerned me; later, I'd be glad it had.

It was in mid-July when she came home around 2 in the morning and I watched her while pretending to be asleep. I watched her pull her dress off, and I was shocked to realize that she'd been naked under her dress.

That was the first concrete sign that really made me suspect that she was fucking around on me. I confronted her about it the next morning, and she looked me straight in the eye and denied it.

"Of course, I'm not having an affair," she said indignantly. "Are you?"

"Not even close," I answered back. 

But her attitude spoke volumes. She was taking the offended approach, and turning my suspicions into her suspicions. I knew I'd stayed faithful, even though I had periodically been offered by some of the girls who worked under me. I knew that was a bad practice to get into, and I avoided those encounters.

It wasn't that I was so virtuous that I wouldn't fuck another woman outside of my marriage if I got the chance. It had more to do with my personality. I've never been blessed with the gift of gab, and I never learned how to smooth-talk strange women.

I was in my comfort zone with Elise, and trying to step out with other women would have been hard for me to do.

At home, our attitudes toward each other blew hot and cold, but as time went on, there was more and more of a disconnect between us. Our sex life was a joke, and we weren't having the kind of playful banter we'd had earlier in the marriage.

I also began to harp on it when she'd come home just a little bit late, but with the telltale bloodshot eyes and sweet aroma of marijuana about her. 

Again, she turned it back on me, telling me in no uncertain terms that she was old enough to do what she wanted, that I was the one who had started her down that road, and if I wasn't willing to party with her, she'd find someone who would.

Around the end of September, I made a desperate effort to salvage our relationship. I caught Elise on a day when she was off, had her sit down and we talked. I told her I knew she was smoking pot a lot heavier than she ever had before, and I told her I suspected she was using harder drugs as well.

I asked her if she still loved me and if she still wanted to be married to me, and looked at me tearfully and said she did. 

"OK, then, I have a few conditions," I said. "I want you to quit that job and find something else, I'd like to see you get into a rehab program and we need to see a marriage counselor. I'm willing to wipe the slate clean, but only if you're willing to meet me halfway."

"I don't know, Steve," she said. "I make good money there, and I like working there. They treat me nice. And I'm definitely not going into any rehab. I understand if you don't want to do it any more, but I'm not ready to quit. I'm not a junkie or anything. I can handle it."

She did agree to meet with a counselor, and we went twice, then she decided that it was a waste of time and money we didn't have, and she quit going.

And the pattern of wayward behavior resumed. I started following her around, to the bars she'd go to after work. She'd drink with a mixed group of men and women, and some of the places she was going were pretty seedy.

I never stayed long enough to see if she went off to motels or anything, because I had to get home to see to the children. 

But a couple of times I saw her walk to the back of the bar, toward the rest rooms and stay back there a lot longer than I thought was necessary for her to do whatever business it is that women do in the ladies room.

By December, I had enough circumstantial evidence that I was prepared to take the next step and get concrete proof. By then, our marriage was a joke. We were fighting constantly, and she was coming home late from work just about every other night looking like she'd been rode hard and put up wet. 

I was fed up with Elise and what I could see was her pattern of lies and infidelities. More than that, she had really shirked the role of mother as she spent her time running around partying all the time. I was doing most of the parenting, because she didn't have time for the children, and don't think they didn't notice.

I needed to know what she was doing, so I could plan my next move, whether there was any hope of saving our marriage or whether it was time for a divorce.

I did three things to begin.

First, I went to my doctor, ostensibly for a checkup, and while I was there I asked for a blood test. I wanted to establish two things: One, that I didn't have any sexually transmitted diseases, and second, I wanted to show that I was now drug-free. 

Next, I quietly got samples from all three of our children and sent them to a DNA lab in another state. I wanted rock-solid proof, one way or another, that I was or was not the father of my children. 

DNA testing was not quite as sophisticated then as it is now, but it was advanced enough to tell me whether I was really the father of the children I'd been raising. 

I didn't think it would make a difference in my feelings for them. I was their daddy, regardless of whether I was really their father, but from a legal standpoint, I had to know one way or the other. If we got divorced, I was going for custody, and my chances would be a lot better if I was their biological father. 

Finally, I asked around and got the name of the best divorce attorney in town, then went to see him. I laid out my concerns, and he agreed to take me on as a client and referred me to his private investigator. 

Lillie Spradling was a no-nonsense woman in her early 40s whom I would soon learn knew everybody in town, and everything about them. I told her what I wanted, and she took on my case. It was already starting to cost me an arm and a leg, and I still didn't know anything concrete.




Grace



It all came to a head on Christmas Eve. It was the custom of her company to close up the shop around 1 o'clock in the afternoon on Christmas Eve and invite all of the employees to a big party in their warehouse.

I figured that Elise would party for a couple of hours, then come home so we could do some last-minute shopping, then get the Santa Claus stuff ready for the kids, so it would be waiting when they got up at the crack of dawn on Christmas.

But 6 o'clock came and went, and no Elise. Then 9 o'clock passed with no sign of her. I started calling everywhere I could think of -- Glenda (who was also out of pocket), the jails, hospitals -- and she was nowhere to be found.

I was livid. She didn't even have the decency to curb her antics on Christmas Eve? I was still up waiting for her around 10:30 when I heard a car door slam and I saw my wife stumbling up the walk to the house.

She saw me standing there, and I was shocked. Her face just fell, and she tried to push past me, but I caught her and I was overwhelmed by the smell. She reeked of sweat and semen; hell, she even had some dried cum in her hair, and her eyes were completely unfocused, like she'd spent a hard day getting high.

I stared at her, and she averted her gaze, then something inside me just collapsed. At that moment, I was just too tired to fight her.

Besides, I would soon have a video record of her entire day, because I'd had a feeling she'd do something like that, so I had Lillie set up surveillance. 

By then, Lillie had discovered that Elise had been identified as a woman who frequented a seedy motel on the rough side of town in the company of some rough-looking characters. 

Lillie had bribed a clerk at the motel, and she had been allowed to plant a hidden camera in one of the rooms, with the understanding that if Elise showed up, she and whoever she was with would be steered to that room.

Elise and I spent a tense Christmas Day circling each other while I waited for the shit to hit the fan. It was the calm before the storm. I knew Elise was off work for the next week; they always closed up for the week between Christmas and New Year's, so I wasn't as worried about what she'd be doing.

The day after Christmas, Lillie called me at the store and her voice sounded urgent.

"You need to come see the tape from the other day," she said.

"How bad is it?" I said.

"Worse than anything you can imagine," she said.

Now I figured Elise had a boyfriend, maybe two, but I was not prepared at all for what I saw on Lillie's surveillance tape. 

Lillie had me sit down in the empty office of one of her associates, plugged the tape into the VCR and left me alone to digest what was on the tape.

Before she started the tape, she handed me a surveillance report chronicling Elise's behavior before she arrived at the motel. That really was all the evidence I needed, because it was pretty graphic in itself.

I don't know how Lillie did it, but she had somehow gotten her associate into the company's party, and he had eyewitness accounts of what went on.

It started off as a conventional party, lots of drinking with some smooching under the mistletoe. Nothing too dramatic. After an hour, though, the Christmas carols that had been on the boom box were changed to dance music, and Elise was seen dirty dancing with several people, including her friend Glenda.

According to the report, Elise and Glenda had all but had sex in the middle of the room while the men in attendance surrounded them and cheered them on.

Then it hit the fan.

Elise was seen headed out to the parking lot in the company of some guy. The PI set up a post where he could see what they were doing. First, they lit up a joint, and while they were smoking it, he pulled out a vial and they shared several spoons of cocaine.

When they were finished, he saw Elise's head drop into the man's lap, and he could see the man's head thrown back, a look of pleasure on his face. After a few minutes, Elise's head popped back up and she was wiping something off her mouth as she smiled wickedly. Then they returned to the party.

About 5 o'clock, the party broke up, but instead of driving home, Elise followed several pickup trucks to the motel where she had been seen before, and that's where the tape started.

My wife -- my soon-to-be ex-wife -- entered the room in the company of four guys whom I'd describe as hard-looking. They were all around six feet and well built, and a couple of them were even fairly good looking, if you like men who are a little rough-edged.

Three joints were fired up and started making the rounds while one of the men sat at a table and began drawing out several fat lines of coke. As the room filled with smoke, everybody, including Elise, took a line up each nostril, and she giggled seductively when she had done hers.

Then they got down to business. Elise was quickly stripped naked and pushed onto her knees, where four equally naked men surrounded her with their hard cocks. 

They were all pretty well hung, though not excessively so, and while a couple of them did have me beaten in that department, I would have fit right in with them, size-wise. No, it wasn't for want of a big cock that Elise was fucking around on me.

I watched as Elise eagerly took turns sucking those cocks into hard missiles of lust. Then the biggest guy in the room, the one who appeared to be calling the shots, pulled her up, positioned her on her back on the bed, got on his knees between her legs and shoved his big cock up her wide-spread pussy.

I just stared at the TV screen as Elise writhed on the bed underneath this prick, her face registering her lust. I guess I should have been glad there was no sound on the tape, but it was pretty clear that she was vocalizing her pleasure in a most heated manner.

After the first guy finished -- shooting his load in her cunt -- the second guy got on and he humped her until he came. Then she did something the turned my blood cold.

It hadn't bothered me much to read about or to see her giving out blowjobs, even though that wasn't something she'd done for me very often. I was shocked that she was involved in a gangbang, but that seemed to fall in with the degradation that I now understood she'd come to want.

But when she rolled onto her knees, reached back and grabbed her butt cheeks, offering her backside to Guy No. 3, who gleefully pushed his cock in her ass, I felt the cold blade of fury up slither up my spine. 

Earlier in our marriage, I'd made a few attempts to play with Elise's anus and I'd been shot down in quite angry terms. I hadn't even really been at her to fuck her ass; I was just playing around with my fingers, but she'd all but thrown me out of the bed.

So to see her so obviously giving some asshole a butt-fuck, to see her so obviously enjoying it and to realize that this wasn't nearly the first time someone had fucked her back there just filled me with rage and loathing.

I stood up and paced the little office as one guy fucked her ass, while the fourth guy fucked her face, until they blew their loads almost at the same time.

I'd seen enough, but I did fast-forward through the tape just to get set in my mind how bad it had gotten, and it did get worse. By then, though, I was numb to any further shock, so when she took on all four of them at once, it just didn't really register.

I guess the look on my face spoke volumes, because Lillie had her associate, the one who'd tailed Elise at the party, take me to a nearby bar for a medicinal drink. After a couple of beers with Burl -- short for Burlington -- I felt a little better.

We talked about what I planned to do, and he agreed to help me when it came time to serve Elise with divorce papers. He was a big muscular fellow who turned out to be a softy inside, and he empathized with me. 

Burl had been through much the same thing as I had, and he understood what I was going through.

It was all I could do to be civil to Elise that night when I went home. Luckily, I guess, she made it easy for me be getting dressed up and going out that night with "her friends." I didn't even bother to watch her leave. I was playing with Allison in the den when she left. 

The next morning, I went to my lawyer and told him I was ready to file the papers. I wanted them ready for New Year's Eve, and I wanted Burl to be the one to serve her. I had a New Year's surprise for my whore wife.

For New Year's Eve, I told Elise that I was going to have to work until closing at 9 p.m., and that I'd rather just spend a quiet night at home. 

I begged her to stay home with me, knowing full well that she'd do nothing of the sort, which I had planned on. As always, she was planning on going to Glenda and Mitch's year-end party and she just sort of laughed at what she thought was my pathetic attempt to guilt her into staying home.

"If you want to be a stick in the mud, go right ahead," she said. "But I'm ready to par-tay."

"Can't you at least stay long enough to keep the kids until I get home from work?" I said.

"Why?" she sneered. "Why should I let the little rugrats cut into my fun time? I'll get a sitter, if you can't tear yourself away from that store in time to keep your precious little babies."

I was stunned. I knew she'd lost interest in parenting, but the cold way she talked about the children just floored me. It would make what subsequently happened hard to fathom.

"That's quite all right, Elise," I said slowly. "I'll make the arrangements. You don't have to turn your hands for your children one little bit."

I called the neighbor's teenage daughter, who was the kids' regular sitter, and asked her to keep the kids for about an hour. She agreed, and I told her to call the store as soon as Elise left the house.

A little after 6:30, the girl called and I turned over the store to my assistant. I called my brother, who had agreed to meet me at the house to help pack up Elise's things. His wife drove him over and left with my children, who were told they were going to spend the night with their grandparents.

We got all of Elise's belongings packed up and moved in my pickup truck to a storage facility, then drove to Mitch and Glenda's a little after 10 o'clock. Burl was sitting in his car, in a secure location, watching the house.

"She hasn't left," Burl said. "It's a pretty safe bet she's there for the night."

"Good," I said, as he poured me a cup of coffee from a thermos he had with him. 

We watched the house as several people came and went, until the stroke of midnight. As the sounds of fireworks and other revelry erupted all around us, the three of us got out and approached the house.

At first, no one answered the door, probably because they couldn't hear over the din. But Burl pounded on the door, and finally someone I didn't know opened the door.

"Elise Moreland?" he boomed, as we stepped into the foyer.

It took a few minutes before someone could fetch her to the door, and she looked awfully wasted when she showed up.

"Yeah, what..." she began, then she saw me and my brother standing on either side of Burl, and I think our faces told her we weren't there to join the party.

"What are you..." she began again, but Burl cut her off.

"Elise Moreland," he said as he slapped one of the letters he had with him into her hand. "You are served. This is a petition filed in civil court by Mr. Steve Moreland seeking divorce on the grounds of adultery and mental cruelty. And this is an injunction from the court preventing you from coming within 1,500 feet of the domicile formerly occupied by you and said husband. And this envelope contains the key and the address to a storage facility where your belongings have been moved."

"You sorry son of a bitch," Elise sputtered, and I could see Mitch, Glenda and all of their friends starting to amass behind her.

"I gave you a chance, Elise," I said evenly. "I gave you the opportunity to clean up your act, and you chose to shit on me. You've made your bed, now lie in it."

We heard a cacophony of outrage building, so Burl opened his jacket, revealing the pistol in his belt. He put his hand on the handle and stared down the crowd, then we turned and strode purposefully out of the house, as the door slammed shut behind us.

I doubt that Burl would have used his pistol, but it had made for a very effective peacemaker.

Then I went to my folks to spend what was left of New Year's Eve and gird my loins for the battle to come. It wasn't long in coming.

Truth is, Elise started stepping in her own shit right from the get-go, and it was the beginning of the year from hell.

While we had been packing up her things, I'd hired a locksmith to come to our house and change the locks, but that didn't stop Elise. While we were spending New Year's Day at my parents' house, she broke a window in the kitchen door to get into the house, and apparently ransacked our bedroom. 

Perhaps she was looking for something; I'm not sure. It didn't matter. I called the police and had her charged with breaking and entering. Because it was her first arrest, and because it was done in conjunction with my serving her the night before, her lawyer managed to get the charges dropped.

A week later, I got my blood work back from the doctor, and breathed a sigh of relief when everything came up negative. I added those documents to my growing evidence file, then got more good news the following week. 

The DNA results revealed that all three of the kids were indeed mine. Whatever Elise had done behind my back, she'd started doing after the babies were born. That made my strategy easy. I was going for full custody, and I was only going to allow Elise supervised visitation.

To my bafflement, she fought everything tooth and nail. I'd have thought the way she'd been acting, that she'd be glad to have her freedom, that she'd welcome not having a husband and family holding her back from doing what she wanted.

But I reckoned without the demons that my father had seen lurking in her heart all those years earlier. Once I established myself as the enemy in her eyes, she wasn't about to let me win anything without a fight.

Yet, it seemed like the more she tried to fight me, the worse things got for her, and the more infuriated she got with me. That included another arrest for possession of marijuana, which resulted in a hefty fine and got her driver's license suspended for six months.

It took until midsummer, but I finally got the divorce I'd been seeking, then we went to family court on the custody issue, and she brought out what she thought was her heavy artillery, the fact that I'd been the person who'd turned her on to drugs.

But my lawyer brought out my evidence that I was drug-free, and had been for the better part of a year. It looked like I was going to get full custody, when Elise finally went too far.

It was a hot night in September and I was just leaving the store. The only warning I got was a sudden shuffling of several pairs of feet, then I felt something, a large stick or maybe a baseball bat, hit me hard right in my ribs.

I just managed to roll away from a blow aimed at my head, which glanced off my shoulder. I managed to get up on my knees and defend myself, and I saw I was beset by three attackers, two of whom I recognized from the tape of Elise's Christmas Eve gangbang. 

I was able to engage the guy who was wielding the cudgel so that he couldn't get a real blow in on me, and I managed to land some hard blows to the guy's midsection. But the flip side was that I was left open to attack from the fists and feet of the other two.

I don't know if they'd have killed me or not, but I vaguely heard voices coming from down the street and I was left in a painful heap. The last thing I remember was some black kid hovering over me asking me if I was all right, then calling for someone to go get help.

Literally, the next thing I saw was a face, the face of a woman. At first, it was kind of vague, but as my head began to clear I saw that she was a nurse, and a very pretty one at that. She had a fairly thin face, but she smiled when she saw I was coming around, and when she did, her whole face lit up.

That was my introduction to Grace Pauling. 

I was in the hospital for three weeks, during which time I got to know Grace very well. She was quite simply the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. She was very aptly named, because she just had a graceful way about her, an elegance that comes from an inner peace.

She was a little taller than average and quite slender, with soft blonde hair cut fashionably just short of her shoulders. She was all but flat-chested, but if that bothered her at all, she didn't show it, and it sure never bothered me.

From the beginning, I felt there was something there, and we'd talk while she busied herself caring for me. I found her to be a terrific listener and someone who was wise beyond her years.

She was a year or so older than me, but she'd never been married, never really been close to it. She told me she'd had a few boyfriends, but none that had set her heart aflutter. Then she smiled that megawatt smile and winked at me.

While I was in the hospital, I met several times with the police, and it became pretty clear that I'd been attacked at the behest of my ex-wife for reasons that I just couldn't understand. She and her friends were arrested and charged with attempted murder.

I let her sweat until the beginning of the next year, then I met her to make a deal. If she relinquished all custody claims, I would see about getting the charges reduced to aggravated assault.

"Why should I help you?" she snarled.

"Because I really don't think you want to spend the next 15 years in prison," I said. "I'm giving you the choice between three to six years, and the possibility of occasionally seeing your children, as opposed to 15 to life and never seeing them again. Don't be as stupid as you were when you rejected my offer to save our marriage. Remember? I'd have overlooked all of the stuff you'd done up to that point, if you'd done what I asked. If you'd quit that job, gone into rehab, been serious about counseling, none of this would have happened. But you declined, and where did it get you? You're unemployed, you're still a junkie whore and now you're about to become a convicted felon."

"You haven't got shit on me," she said.

"Oh?" I said, and this time I sneered at her. I was through being Elise's doormat.

"You should hear the story your 'friends' are telling," I said. "They're saying you hired them to beat me up. They're telling the cops that you wanted me dead. They're rolling over on you, Elise, and the only chance you have is to cut a deal."

I could see her shoulders slump at that. In the end, she gave it up, and did make a deal with the DA to plead guilty to aggravated assault. She went off for a term of three to six years, and I was finally rid of her, for all intents and purposes.

But it had left me financially drained and emotionally wasted. I was forced to sell the house, and moved back to my parents' home with the three kids. My mom was a godsend, helping take care of the children and trying her best to ease their fears.

After getting out of the hospital, I had another two months of rehab during which time I couldn't work. I was on company insurance, plus I got worker's comp, but the Christmas season was approaching and they needed a store manager on site.

Compared to the fiasco of the previous year, Christmas in 1991 was significantly better, and yet it drove home for me just how lonely I was. The woman I'd thought I'd loved -- the mother of my children -- had become a sworn enemy, and had made a complete wreck of her life. Money was tight, so I wasn't really able to do for the kids like I wanted. I was still in some pain and sinking into depression over the way things had gone the previous 18 months. 




Grace



And then it got worse.

After the first of the year, the company I'd been working for gave me a choice. I could take a manager's position in another state or I could accept a layoff. I did neither. I tendered my resignation, and found a job working the floor for a large retail store. 

It was a significant comedown from a manager's position, and I made quite a bit less than I had before. Basically, it was like starting over in my career, but it was easy work and the hours suited me, because they allowed me to be home in the evenings with my children.

I rented a small house and we moved out of my parents' house. It was in a fairly low-rent neighborhood, and there wasn't much to call it home. 

All in all, that winter of 1992 was the lowest point of my life. The only good thing about it was that I resisted the siren call of drugs and alcohol. After seeing Elise's self-destruction, I knew better than to go that route, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't ever tempted. 

Then an angel crossed my path for the second time.

It was on a Saturday, I was in the grocery store with the kids, and they were being a handful. By this time they were 8, 6 and 5, and while they were good kids, they were kids.

I was fussing with Robert, who was really acting out, when I heard a voice from behind me.

"Steve? Steve Moreland?" I heard. I turned to see Grace coming over to where we were. We hugged in greeting, and then she dropped down and greeted all three of the children by name.

I was amazed. She'd only met them once or twice, and yet she knew their names and how old they were. That was the first time I saw just how gifted she was with children, because they calmed right down.

We chatted, and she seemed real concerned about how I was doing. Then we sort of looked up at the same time and our eyes locked. It was just for a moment, but I think in that one moment we knew the spark was there.

"Look, would you like to go to dinner some time?" I said hesitantly. "Hell, I owe you for all the care you showed me when I was hospitalized."

"Steve, I was just doing my job," Grace said. "But... I have to say it was a pleasure. And I'd love to go out with you. You have any plans for tonight?"

I just stared at her. Later, when I got to know her better, I'd learn that was her way. She's very direct, and she knows how to cut to the chase without going through a bunch of bullshit.

Anyway, we exchanged phone numbers then she gave me a little kiss on the cheek. It was nothing, really, but it sent goose bumps all over my body. And my little Allison picked up on it right away. As we were finishing our shopping, she just blurted it out. 

"Is she going to be our new mommy?" she asked me.

"Oh, I don't know, sweetheart," I said. "It's way too early to say. Why? Would you like for her to be your new mommy."

"Oh yes!" she said happily.

"What about you guys?" I asked Mary and Robert. "You think you could accept Miss Grace as your new mommy?"

"Sure, Dad," Robert said. "She's pretty neat."

"We'll seen, then," I laughed. "But it's awfully early, and she may have something to say about it."

"But you do like her, don't you, Daddy?" Mary said in her typical quiet, introspective voice.

"Yeah, I do," I said. "But, like I said, we've got a long way to go before we get to that point."

That night, I took Grace to a steak house, nothing fancy, but a place with a good atmosphere and good food. 

And I learned that she was everything Elise was not. I can't say she's perfect, because she does have her moments, but I've never met anyone with a sunnier disposition, never been around someone who has such a positive outlook on life.

With Elise, doom and gloom were right around every corner, and she spent endless amounts of energy worrying about things she had no control over, things that were over and done. She was so filled with regret and remorse that it always tended to drag me down.

With Grace, every day is a new opportunity. She is a forward-looking person, a planner, someone who is well-organized, and she never wastes a minute worrying about the past. Once the day is over, she puts it behind her, and only refers to it if she absolutely must.

It didn't take long before we knew we were falling fast in love. After we'd been dating about six weeks, I took her to meet my family, and they were very impressed. My father, in fact, took one look at her and told me to do whatever I needed to do to keep her.

The kids, of course, fell in love with Grace almost as quickly as I did, and she fell right into the surrogate mother role.

As the summer progressed, we started getting intimate, but we both shied away from sex, at least initially. After my experience with Elise, I was afraid of letting myself go with a woman, afraid to let my feelings loose. And she was simply not someone who engaged in casual sex.

"When I make love with you, I want it to be the sealing of a bond of love," she told me one night as we were sitting on the sofa in my house after she'd come over for dinner, the way she had been for months. It was mid-November, and we were starting to talk vaguely about a life together.

"I love you, Steve, but I don't want you to do this until you're ready, until we're both ready for this to be a long-term commitment," she went on. "I gave my virginity away a long time ago, in college, to a guy I thought I was in love with, and he broke my heart. Since then, I've waited for the right man. I think you're that man. But until you're ready to take that last step, to walk in faith with me, then it's not going to happen."

"God, Grace, I do want you so badly, but you don't know how good it makes me feel to hear you say that," I said. "After what I went through with Elise, to hear a woman equate sex with love is music to my ears."

"Soon, my love," she whispered, then she kissed me slowly and deeply.

A week or so later, I went to my mother and told her I was going to ask Grace to marry me, and she did something she'd never done for Elise, I guess because of the forced nature of our marriage.

She went to her bedroom, to her jewelry box and pulled out her old engagement ring. She handed it to me with tears in her eyes.

"Give this to her, with my blessing," she said. "It's not a big fancy diamond, just a small stone in a common setting. But I have a feeling with her it will mean far more than some shiny new bauble that'll cost you an arm and a leg. There's an awful lot of love in this ring, and I want her to have it. She's the best thing that's ever happened to you, and I want her to know it."

I decided to wait until Christmas Eve to make my pitch. I had decided that we'd do Santa Claus at my folks' house, where they would have their stuff with their cousins and grandparents. And, too, I wanted to be alone with Grace that night.

I picked her up at the hospital after I got off work, then went to my folks to pick up the kids for Christmas Eve service at the church where Grace had long been a member, and where I'd started going. Grace sang in the choir, and I stared lovingly in her eyes as they sang.

Later, we managed to get the kids down -- it wasn't easy -- then set out the Santa gifts. Once that was done, I told my folks that we were going back to my house, and I winked at my mom, communicating my plans non-verbally.

I turned on the lights on the Christmas tree and put some holiday tunes on the stereo, then we sat down on the sofa together, and I eased the box from where I'd hidden it in the cushions.

"Grace, I have a special Christmas gift for you, and I want you to open it now," I said softly.

I handed the box to her, and when she opened it, her eyes got wide and her mouth fell open in delighted surprise.

"Grace, will you marry me?" I said. "Please?"

Her answer was to smother me with kisses. 

Our hands were roaming all over each other, and this time we didn't stop when we got to the private places. I could feel my cock swelling in anticipation, and I could feel the heat radiating from the juncture of Grace's legs.

Our time had arrived.

I gently eased the sweater over her head and feasted my eyes on her chest, with the thin white bra covering her tiny tits. I cupped each one of her breasts and reveled in the soft moan that escaped her lips.

"God, I've wanted this for so long," she whispered. "Love me, Steve, please?"

"Believe me, I've wanted it just as long," I said. "Longer, really."

She stood up then, reached around her back and unhooked the bra. Honestly, she doesn't really need a bra, but she wears one anyway for modesty's sake. After Elise, that was a refreshing change of pace.

But Grace was about to show me that she did have a carnal side. She stood in front of me swaying seductively as she shimmied out of her slacks. Then she stepped out of the black pool of material on the floor.

I drank in the sight of her as she reached down and pulled me up from the sofa. We kissed again, hot and hard and I softly caressed her smooth ivory skin with my hands, then slid them down to squeeze her butt, which was encased in a pair of white bikini-cut panties.

Slowly, Grace unbuttoned my shirt, tossed it aside and pulled my T-shirt over my head. Her fingers softly traced lines and circles over my chest, and I could feel my lust pounding in my groin.

"Let's take this to the bedroom," I whispered in a husky voice.

"Let's," Grace said, and as she did she gave me that enigmatic smile that just drives me wild.

As I finished undressing, Grace pulled the covers down and lay back, with her upper torso propped up on her elbows. When she saw my rock-hard cock bouncing free, I swear I saw her eyes light up in desire.

She still had on her panties, and as I crawled on the bed between her legs, I reached under her butt and slid them off her long, smooth legs.

Then I gazed in wonder at the pretty pussy that lay open for me. I could see the ripple of her slender body as she sort undulated on the bed, her mounting lust plain to see. And I hadn't really even touched her yet. But that was about to change.

I slid two fingers between the dewy labia, and it was like slicing open a ripe fruit; the moisture of her arousal just flowed over my fingers, and I heard a hiss of satisfaction from Grace's mouth.

Grace's pussy was framed by a moderately thick carpet of pubic hair. It was a full bush that didn't appear to have been trimmed much. And, I have to say, I liked it that way. Some men prefer shaved pussies, but not me. I like a lush playground, and Grace has a very verdant space between her legs.

I just kept working my fingers between her lips, then suddenly I plunged two fingers into her box and was rewarded by a gasp of passion.

"Oh, God! Steve!" Grace panted.

I had to fight off the urge to just ram my hard cock in my lover's quim and fuck the utter dogfoo out of her. I don't think she'd have minded, but it had been so long since I'd had sex with a woman that I wanted to savor the moment, enjoy all the little things I'd missed since Elise started stepping out on me.

One of those things was a taste of hot pussy, and after finger-fucking Grace for a minute or so, I bent down and clamped my mouth on her crotch and slid my tongue right up her furrow.

"Aiiie! Geez!" she wailed as I worked my mouth like a demon on her steaming box. 

Grace was writhing on the bed in rapidly mounting passion, her climax soaring to a peak. As I used my lips, my tongue, my fingers, hell, even my nose (don't laugh, you'd have done it too) on Grace's twitching pussy, I could feel my cock trying to bore a hole in my bed.

Just about the time I felt her back arch and her pussy explode in orgasm, I pulled my mouth away, got up between her legs and slid my cock in all the way to the hilt, in one awesome plunge.

It was like sinking my cock into a wet, velvet glove, and I immediately set up a hard pace, while I leaned in and took my woman -- MY true woman -- in the circle of my arms. Our kisses were feverish as we worked as one.

Then Grace couldn't keep the connection of our mouths any longer. She had to throw her head back and gasp out her lust, her utter appreciation for what we were giving each other.

This wasn't just sex. No sir, this was true lovemaking, between a man and a woman whose minds were totally in harmony. 

I wish I could say it lasted forever. In reality, it probably only took five minute, if that. But in those five minutes, Grace and I sealed our love once and for all. 

We'd waited until the absolute right moment, until we knew without a shadow of a doubt that we were meant for each other, and when we finally consummated our love, it was totally perfect.

"Are... you... ready?" I asked, panting as I fought off my incipient orgasm.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Grace squealed. "Give it to me. Give me all of your love."

Clutching onto Grace's sweat-covered body, I let it go. I felt all of the long months of bitterness, remorse, recrimination explode out of me in one long burst of cum, and I could feel Grace's body quivering in her own climax.

I gasped and cried out loudly as the sharp jets of semen shot from my cock, bathing my love's tight, clenching hole with the fruits of my passion.

For long, seemingly endless, minutes, I squeezed out little aftershocks of cum, until I finally emptied myself of everything I had to give. Then I slumped onto Grace's body in rapt satisfaction.

I stared into her eyes, and she stared back, the feelings flowing wordlessly between us. At last, I let my cock slide from her dilated pussy and I rolled onto my back, gathering Grace in my arms as I did.

"Merry Christmas, my love," she whispered.

"Merry Christmas to you, Love," I answered back.

Grace and I were married in our church in mid-March, and we've enjoyed almost 14 years now of wedded bliss. My children soon became hers -- at least in her heart, at first -- and they took to their new mommy like ducks to water.

There have only been two dark clouds on our life together since then. 

One is the fact that Grace was unable to give me a child of her own. We tried like the dickens, and we finally learned that there was a problem with her uterus. Typically, Grace never dwelled on her misfortune and concentrated on helping me raise the children we had.

The second came after we'd been married about six years. I got a call out of the blue from Elise, and she told me that she'd contracted HIV several years earlier and now she was dying of AIDS. 

She'd gotten out of prison after three-plus years, and wound up on the street, turning tricks. She was in a hospice and wanted to see her children before she passed.

I dreaded the visit, but oddly enough, Elise had made peace with herself and with me. She no longer blamed me for all of the bad things that had happened to her over the course of her life. 

She forgave me for the mistakes I'd made during our marriage and I forgave her for the hell she put me through in the process of our divorce. After meeting with the kids, she asked to speak to Grace alone, and when she came out Grace was in tears.

Later, as we were driving home, she told me a little of what they'd talked about.

"She told me not to let you go," she said. "She told me the worst mistake she ever made was not listening to you when you offered to look past her misdeeds and save the marriage. You gave her a chance, and she knows she blew it by turning her back on you. I think that's why she was so bitter about the divorce."

The last thing Elise did before she died was consent for Grace to adopt the children. She'd resisted it through all of her hard, bitter years after the divorce, but in the end she did the right thing and gave the love of my life the opportunity to truly be a mother. 

With Grace by my side, I quickly got back into management, and rose into the ranks of the corporate office. I'm a regional director for the company I work for and I've done well. 

Grace is still a nurse, working in pediatrics, an area where her special gifts are most needed. Sometimes the cases she deals with break her heart and others inflame her outrage (she does have a temper, although she keeps it well hidden).

Mary was so taken with her stepmother that she chose to follow in her footsteps and pursue a career in nursing. 

Robert is still in college, and joined the Army National Guard right out of high school. I worry that the longer the war in Iraq drags on that he may be called up, but that's his choice, and I support him all the way.

Likewise, Allison is in college, with an eye toward becoming a teacher.

It's been a satisfying life, one I don't think I'd have had if Grace hadn't come into my life when she did.

^ ^ ^

Santa Claus is all set out, and Grace sits on the sofa next to me, curling up into the comfort of my arms. Bing Crosby softly croons "White Christmas" from the stereo, and we gaze into the slowly banking fire as I take a final sip of my glass and set it on the coffee table.

Tomorrow, there will be laughter and excitement as my family shares the gifts we've all gotten for each other. We'll tear open the packages, marvel at the thought that went into each gift, then we'll congregate in the kitchen as we prepare the holiday feast. It will be a joyous time, as always.

But tonight, in the quiet of the Christmas Eve night, I enjoy the greatest gift I've ever gotten, the one that keeps on giving. Tonight, I bask in the soft glow from the love and devotion of a good woman, and in the corresponding love and commitment I've been able to show her over time.

Grace is another word for elegance and an unearned gift from God, and that's certainly what my Grace means to me.



Grace



Grace and I had known each other for a very long time, seventeen years in fact. In all that time, though we'd loved each other for at least fifteen of those years we'd never consummated our love.

There were reasons: when we first met, I was married and I loved my wife. Later, by the time my wife's constant infidelity had destroyed that love, Grace was married and in love. Later still, when I was divorced Grace was still married, albeit unhappily, but hanging in there for the sake of her kids.

Later still, her marriage broke down irretrievably and to our immense surprise we were both free at the same time.

We met up, as we'd been doing for years, and as always we enjoyed each other's company immensely. We knew enough about each other that we often finished each other's sentences and often seemed to know instinctively what the other was thinking. Still nothing happened. This was due in part to the fact that we'd spent years telling each other that 'we' would be a disaster; done of course to help us avoid the very intimacy that we both, deep down, desired during the times an 'affair' would have caused us difficulties in our lives. I will admit that I had always thought that making love to Grace would complete some un-finished business between us.

So here we were, Grace in her mid-thirties, I in my mid-forties, meeting up to go out together for a drink.

Once we reached the Pub and had parked the car Grace came into my arms as she often did and we kissed -- and I do not mean on the cheek. We kissed quite deeply in fact and I started to wonder.

We had a couple of drinks and chatted as we always did. Talking (and I don't mean small-talk) was never a problem with Grace, it didn't seem to matter how long it had been since we last talked, we just seamlessly picked up from where we'd left off.

Back at my flat I asked her in for a coffee, Grace accepted, which was not unusual. We made coffee in sat in the living room on the sofa to drink it. Grace tucked her feet under my legs and started to stroke the backs of my thighs with them. I started to wonder some more. Would we finally? Or would she bottle it as she'd done once before.

Whilst drinking the coffee I reached out and started to stroke her hair. I wanted her, I'd known that for years, but I'd never wanted to push anything, I wouldn't risk pushing her away, but I did want to let her know that her quiet moves this evening were welcome and reciprocated. I also wanted to keep it low-key for a while in case she got cold feet. 

Grace sighed and rubbed her head on my hand whilst her free hand started to stroke my thigh. That slight touch was enough to get me up. I could feel my dick straining against my clothes. 

We finished our coffee quite quickly and we both turned to each other. I took her head in my hands and started to kiss her, slowly and gently at first, over her face and lips. Her hands were running over my back and shoulders, squeezing and kneading the muscles. I ventured to kiss her deeply and she responded with enough passion to take me slightly aback. After a few deep kisses I kissed down her neck and over the 'V' of her chest exposed by her blouse. Hearing nothing but sighs and soft moans I slipped from the sofa to kneel between her legs and slowly undid the first button of her blouse. Grace's hands came onto the back of my head and drew me in between her breasts.

Undoing her blouse buttons to her waist I kissed all of her body that now lay exposed to me before I tugged her blouse free of her skirt and pushed it off her shoulders. I then pulled her forwards to unclip her bra and removed that also to leave her naked to the waist.

Grace undid my top and slid that from me, running her hands through the hair on my chest before kissing it.

Taking her breasts into my hands I then kissed and suckled each in turn, whilst she wrapped her arms and legs around me and cradled my head to her breasts.

Letting go of her breasts, but still kissing them and sucking her nipples, I Reached down and slid my hands first down her legs then up under her skirt until I was massaging her inner thighs. Grace's legs parted still wider as I slowly moved my hands, one on each inner thigh slowly upwards. When my thumbs brushed across her pussy I heard her moan and she lifted her hips towards me slightly.

I slipped my thumbs beneath the material of her panties and was not surprised to find that she was wet as I ran my thumbs up over her dripping pussy, across her mound and out to her flanks. Gripping the sides of her panties I tugged gently and Grace obliged by lifting her ass off the sofa. With a quick firm motion I drew her panties down her legs and off to leave her naked beneath her skirt.

I kissed my way down to the waist of her skirt, then lifted the material and dived beneath as Grace scooted forward to the edge of the sofa.

Kissing between her thighs I could smell her scent -- the scent of her wet pussy, it was intoxicating. I lapped at her, taking her juices onto my tongue and into my mouth. I savoured her flavour - she tasted wonderful. The smell and taste of her was arousing me further, my already stiff cock became almost painfully hard.

I started to lick and gently suck her pussy and clit, determined that she should have the first orgasm this way. 

Grace was nothing loath, and within moments I could tell by the changes in her breathing and the tremors in her belly and legs that her orgasm was approaching. Since it was our first-time I didn't try to anything clever, I simply built her up until she came, crying out with the release as her body bucked and jumped under my mouth.

Once she subsided, I threw a cushion down on the carpet. I helped her to stand, and removed her skirt.

"Lie down." I whispered to her, still half expecting her to put a stop to this.

Grace said nothing. She simply lay down with the cushion beneath her head, her legs open and a look of intense desire on her face.

I slowly unfastened by belt, not taking my eyes from her for a moment and dropped my trousers to the floor. My prick thrust out the front of my briefs, aching to be free. I drew my briefs down quickly and stooped to step free of my last clothes. We were both totally naked. My breathing was shallow with passion. I took one last look at her lying there and knelt between her open legs.

Slowly, hardly able to believe it was happening, expecting her to say "No." even at this last moment I only heard her sigh deeply as I eased my painfully hard cock into her. She felt wonderful, amazing, I felt loved, joyful and complete in a way I didn't believe possible. Seventeen years of pent up desire was finally being released.

I started to move within her and she urged me deeper and deeper until I was buried inside her body, thrusting with long slow strokes.

We told each other how wonderful it felt, how beautiful it was, how good; inanities I know, but words could not express the deep pleasure and sense of 'oneness' we felt during that time.

As I built up my speed a little, driving faster, harder and deeper within her, I could see and feel the muscle tremors in her body that showed the onset of her orgasm and then she cried out and clasped me to her with arms legs and cunt as the spasms shook her. That nearly brought me off to, but I managed to hold on through her climax until we could subside again into a gentler rhythm. She lay there, her arms outstretched above her head, her whole body open to me, totally giving herself to me to do with as I pleased -- and I loved her for it.

Grace brought her hands down and gripped my buttocks.

"I want you to cum inside me.I want to feel your juice spurting into me."

So saying, she started to urge me to move faster, pulling herself onto me with her arms, lifting her pussy to meet my thrusts. I hardly needed the encouragement, I now wanted to cum too. I thrust harder and faster within her, building up the pace until I was slamming into her, my balls slapping against her.

"Now," she said, "I want you now." 

The dam burst and I heard myself cry out as I surrendered myself to my orgasm. Deep inside her, I felt the cum leave my cock. I kept on cumming for what seemed like minutes until I was totally spent, and then I collapsed on her, just remembering to roll slightly to one side so that she didn't have to bear all my weight.

"That, you, are amazing, wonderful." I managed to gasp.

Grace gave a contented chuckle. We lay together for a while, collecting our scattered thoughts as I slowly slipped from her body.

"You were fucking brilliant, or do I mean brilliant fucking?" she mused.

"Grace, you are a really wonderful fuck. Except we didn't fuck, we truly made love. I admit I've simply 'fucked' a woman in the past so I know what that's like -- and this was something else!"

"Know what you mean. I've been there and done that too."

"Did she enjoy it?" I queried, maliciously taking advantage of her inexact English.

"What? I meant with a bloke, you bastard." And that earned me a slap on the backside.

"Grace, can you stay tonight.?"

"I'd be furious if you didn't want me to."

"Great. Let's go to bed."

"What already?"

"Yup." I rolled myself to my feet. "Bed is more comfortable for these 'old bones'."

"Ah," she said sagely, "I'd forgotten you're an old man."

"So had I, a while back. You made me feel at least ten years younger." 

Grace laughed and stood up. 

We went to the bathroom and showered the sweat and juices of sex from our bodies, enjoying soaping and washing each other.

In one way it seemed slightly pointless. I was expecting, hoping, praying, we would make love again that night. 

Back in bed we took the time to do what we hadn't had either the time or inclination to do that first time. We thoroughly explored each other's body with our hands mouths and tongues. 

"You bastard!" she said, when she'd got breath back, "holding me back like that."

"But you did get a bigger cum." 

"There is that, but it was almost agonising to be brought to the edge and then pulled back."

"Ecstasy followed though."

"Hmmm, Oh, all right. I'll forgive you." 

"There's a surprise!"

"Right, lie down." Grace commanded. "this is for you, now."

I did as I was told and Grace straddled me. She took my cock in her hand and stroked it for a moment, getting my erection stronger, then she slowly pulled the foreskin back and then rubbed it gently over her pussy, while I lay there quietly moaning with pleasure and expectation.

After a moment she put the tip between her pussy-lips and then slowly, millimetre by millimetre, lowered herself onto me. We both sighed with pleasure all the way down. She then slowly lifted off me until just the tip of my cock was in her, then she plunged down, impaling herself on my dick. I gasped with pleasure. She rocked her hips, wiggling me inside her and my pleasure increased. Slowly she started to move, building a steady rhythm. We both gave little sighs and moans with almost every stroke. She was so wet I could feel her juices running over my balls.

Slowly, remorselessly she drove me towards orgasm with every stroke. As I neared the point of no return, Grace slowed her movements, building my arousal by every smaller increments. Just as I reached the edge, my back starting to arch off the bed, she stopped with me buried deep in her and just rocked her hips slightly until I relaxed a bit.

Again she drove me to the edge and again she held me there and then pulled me back.

She was smiling and so was I. 

"Getting your own back, eh?"

"What's sauce for the goose ..."

"Your sauce is all over this gander."

"This goose wants your sauce too, in a while that is."

She did this again and again, until I hardly knew what planet I was on. Once more she brought me to the edge, but this time, just when I expected her to almost stop, she kept going, driving me agonisingly slowly past the point of no return.

I felt my cum building in me and Grace went along with it, somehow now timing her movements to increase my urgency, not control it.

I lost control over my body. My eyes snapped open. My hands clenched on her buttocks and I savagely drove myself into her again and again in a frenzy of desire. And she met me each time with an equal ardour. And then I came. It was a hurricane, a tornado tearing through my body, compared to which my first cum inside her had been a gentle breeze. As the orgasm mounted all my senses coalesced into one fiery stream of ecstasy. Howling with joy as each surge ripped through me I came and came and came. I came until I was sure my body was drained and I just kept on cumming. I came until the muscles were exhausted and still I could feel my cock twitching and jumping within her as the last throes of orgasm died away. Grace folded down into my arms again and snuggled close as my cock slipped from her once more.

I realised that at some point I had closed my eyes. When I opened them my vision was disturbed, shimmering as if looking at a reflection in moving water.

"Wow." I breathed weakly. "That was incredible! The world is still moving! You sex-goddess."

That made her chuckle. "You must be desperate."

"There is that, but even so. That truly was something special, amazing, incredible." I mumbled on until I'd exhausted my ready supply of superlatives. "No woman has ever had the skill to do that to me before."

"Thank you. Though I think it mostly dumb luck on my part"

She could see I was fighting sleep. I wasn't tired exactly, just so, so contented, feeling wanted and above all loved, for the first time in a very long time.

She snuggled closer and kissed me.

"Good night, lover." She whispered. "I love you."

"I love you too, " I whispered back, "so very much." To my surprise I heard a deep truth in those words. I did love her, more than I could say. That fact shocked me awake for a moment and I examined it. Yes, I'd always loved her, but now I realised that she was my beloved, true love -- and always had been. 

Holding that thought and wrapped in her arms and love I fell asleep. 



Grace



So now you're going to learn more about my life than you probably want to know. But that weekend with Grace and Kale was such a crazy couple of days, I had to write it down. Skip to the end for the sex, but if you really want to know what happened, read on. I just hope neither Kale nor Grace read this.

Things went from awesome to shitty so quickly after that Friday night it made my head spin. My physics breakthrough was still humming inside me like a power line, and Grace was...well she was awesome. As much as I hate the word, something about her was special. Maybe she even felt the same about me a little. I was afraid to even think it, but maybe I had found someone I could have a real relationship with. I have never had luck in that area, but it was impossible not to hope. 

Then the shit hit the fan. Actually it was a shit-fan trifecta. It started with Kale. 

She picked me up at Grace's house and I loaded my bike and my shit into the back of her BMW wagon. I got in the car and she took off. She started asking about my thesis, and then she talked about girl's night out, and then she looked at me and stopped talking. Then she said, "Kelly, you didn't."

"Didn't what?"

She just looked at me.

"What? Watch the road, will you? Jesus Christ!"

"Unbelievable. Unbelievable, Kelly. She is my friend!" 

"Hey, whoa whoa, back the truck up..."

"How could you be that insensitive!"

"Hey! Now hold on just a second! She came on to me! And anyway it wasn't like that, I really kind of..."

"I trusted you! I thought I knew you! I can not believe you did this!"

"Kale, will you shut the fuck up and listen to me for one second? I like her! A lot, maybe, I don't..."

She pulled over, staring straight ahead. "You're home. Get out of my car please."

No sooner was I standing at the side of the road than she screeched off into the cold darkness, leaving me confused and upset. I went inside, emailed my findings to my thesis professor and tossed and turned for a few hours till my alarm went off.

I got up to swim, and then went to work for a few hours, seriously dragging ass, but still mostly happy in spite of Kale losing it on me. Then I got home and checked my email. My prof (not Kale, thank god, although she had hinted around at wanting the job) had emailed me back and pointed out a major problem. My models only dealt with particles in the known universe, but was affected by particles outside the universe. A huge oversight. Enormous, catastrophic, and utterly stupid. The entire paper, the entire concept, was scuttled. I was fucked. I lowered my forehead to the desk. Months of work. All those late nights. Everything I thought I knew. I am such an idiot. I should have been a philosophy major, they don't do wrong answers. 

And the worst was, I was so sure I had it right. How could I be that stupid? I'm not saying I cried, it is so not my thing, but if I did who would blame me? 

I decided I needed to focus on something positive. Kale had given me Grace's number when she set up the sitting gig, and I chewed my lip looking at her number. Then I dialed fast before I could chicken out.

"Hello?" Her voice is so pretty, I thought. I sound like a honking goose. Shut the fuck up Kelly. You're just making yourself feel worse.

"Grace! Hi. It's me. It's Kelly."

"Kelly? What do you want?"

What do I want? "Uh...nothing. I was just..."

"You're unbelievable. You fucked me, tore out of here like a bat out of hell, and then you told one of my best friends about it. Are you calling to gloat? You wanted another ride on the merry-go-round? Well fuck you!"

"No! Grace! I..."

"I am not gay! Okay? I am 100% straight!" She was crying now. "I was hurting and you...you used me! And then you bragged about it! To my friend, Kelly. Do you have any idea how I feel right now? Do you even care? You...you bitch!" 

I was too stunned to speak.

She blew out a breath. "Why am I even wasting my time talking to you. Goodbye Kelly." She hung up. 

I blinked and then hung up the phone. I looked at my watch. It's a heart rate monitor too, but I wasn't wearing the chest strap. It said it was 1:33. So fifteen hours ago I was on top of the world. Now my life had turned into a pile of shit. 

So I did what I always do when my life is shit. I skipped out on everything and went for a bike ride. 

I work hard at swimming and running because I hate to lose, but those feel like work. Riding a bike is different. It's work too, but it's also rolling meditation. I'm thinking about where I am and the effort I'm putting in and what gear I'm in and where I'm going, but in the back of my mind I'm processing my life. I'm figuring shit out. 

Two stops at coffee shops, four towns, four and a half hours and sixty miles later, I got off my bike and carried it up the steps to my apartment. I had reached three conclusions that made me somewhat feel better. I digested them while I took a nice, long, hot, shower.

First of all, the thesis wasn't a total loss. I'd have to restructure my paper and change the main focus, which would require some help and flexibility from my professor, and there was a lot more work to be done. A fucking crapload more. But the models, research, and proofs I'd already done could be salvaged. Mostly. 

Secondly, fuck Kale. What was it about flirting via text and meeting every three to five weeks to drink wine and fuck that meant we were in a monogamous relationship? That is fucking bullshit, especially since I know she's been seeing guys in addition to me. She has no right or reason to get all up in my grille about whom I fuck and when. She can kiss my ass. 

Thirdly, and most importantly, I had to apologize to Grace. 

She was right about everything. I was totally rude and mean. I was so wound up about my thesis and so damn horny, I trampled all over her feelings like a bull in a field of clovers. She deserved better, and even if she hated my guts for the rest of her life, I owed her an apology. I had to be careful though. Her kids didn't need some dyke calling and going, "tell your mom sorry for being callous before, but she sure can eat some pussy!" It had to be after they were in bed, in person. Sooner the better. Tonight. 

So for the next few hours, I dissected my thesis, poring over it page by page. Now that I knew my mistake, it was so obvious where I'd gone wrong. I scrapped page after page, made notes of the mistakes in my models. And by the way, how the fuck do you model particle behavior in other universes? 

Then it was time. I bundled up against the chill and got on my bike, heading across town, thinking about what I wanted to say to Grace. What if she wasn't there? What if she was out with the man-trouble guy making up? What if her kids were up late? When I arrived, I sat outside Grace's place for a few minutes, screwing my nerve together and trying to squash the miserable thing in my stomach. Then I locked my bike to a lamp post and knocked. 

Grace answered the door. Jeans and a green cardigan, that thick, auburn hair washed and brushed, and a touch of makeup around her eyes. She was so out of my league, even if she wasn't arrow straight. "Kelly," she said coolly. "We were just talking about you. Come in."

We? Oh this could not be good. At least she didn't scream at me and send me away. Yet. I followed her inside. Even at that moment, I couldn't help watching her ass as she walked into the living room. 

And sitting on the overstuffed chair, there was Kale, legs crossed in a short skirt, gauzy blouse, and heels. The quintessential sexpot. She set her wine down, looking at me coolly. This just gets better and better, I thought. Grace sat down on the couch, the end nearest Kale, and crossed her legs. Stilletto heels and jeans. So fucking sexy. Dressed for going out, or maybe they'd come back already. It was nine pm. 

Kale being there for me to be pissed at made it easier. "I was hoping to talk to you later," I said in a surly tone. "I'm here to talk to Grace." 

Grace said, "Whatever you want to say to me, you can say to her too." 

Brilliant. Judge and jury, take your pick. I didn't know what to say with both of them there, but started saying it anyway, but keeping my chin up and my chest out. "I'm sorry. I just came to say I'm sorry. I was distracted and elated and rushed yesterday, and you're so beautiful, and I ran over your feelings like a train. I do know what it's like to not be gay and yet want another woman. I went through that too, and it's awful. I'm not saying you're me, or that you're gay or whatever, just that...I should have been more careful. Especially since..." in for an inch, in for a mile, "...I like you. I liked you as soon as I walked into your home. You're warm and sweet and gentle, and I...didn't mean to hurt or scare you or confuse you. I certainly didn't mean to make you feel used.

"And I didn't tell Kale. She guessed. She knew. She took one look at me and she knew, alright?" I looked back and forth between them as they looked at each other. 

"And as for you, Kale. You don't own me, and you certainly don't get to tell me who I can and can't sleep with. We're not even in a real relationship. We're fuck buddies, that's all. If you think it's more than that, we need to have a chat." The two of them were still looking at each other. "That's all I got. I'm out." I shrugged and started to turn, feeling still not great, but a shitload better. 

"Kelly, wait." It was Kale. "See? I told you."

I stopped. "Told her what?"

Kale said, "That I guessed what happened between you two, you didn't tell me. That you're a sweetheart under all the bluster, and that you probably felt terrible about how it all ended up with Grace. That you were trying to tell me you might even have feelings for her before I booted you out of my car." She smiled. "Kelly, I wasn't mad at you for betraying me. You're absolutely right, we're fuck buddies, and that's all. I was mad at you for taking advantage of my friend who's...had a tough week. I was shocked because you never seemed like you could be that cruel. When I realized what you were trying to tell me in the car, I called Grace."

Grace was looking at me, studying me. I looked back. Whatever I was expecting tonight, this wasn't it. I said, "Okay. So...hang on. This is a lot to digest. You're not mad at me anymore, Kale?"

"No."

I looked at Grace. "Are you mad at me?" 

She looked at her wine glass. "I don't know. Yes. A little. Or not." She forced a sweet smile. "I'm a bit of a mess right now, I'm afraid." 

"And...still...not gay?"

She shrugged as if she didn't trust her voice. Her eyes were full of tears, but she was smiling that same sweetly forced smile. She looked at Kale. Kale raised her eyebrows a millimeter, a question. Grace nodded once, slightly. Assent. Kale looked at me and said, "Grace was in a bad place because, as you guessed, her whole self perception was upended because of you. When she was so drawn to you, she didn't know how to handle it. And then when she felt she was a one night stand...she was crushed. Devastated, as well as lost. Not to mention her...man trouble.

"I didn't know what to do," Grace added. "I was peeking at you while you worked, trying to figure it out, and I can't put it into words. You're so pretty and graceful but so...confident. Or something. I don't know. What does it mean? Who am I? I thought I knew."

"I am so sorry," I said softly, looking right at her. That was me six years ago, asking myself those same questions, and all those memories welled up inside. Crying is not my thing. I fucking hate it. But I'm still a girl, got stuck with the waterworks. I wiped my eyes. "I won't apologize again though. Because it was...you are...incredible. Even if this is the end...I'm lucky."

"Me too," Grace said softly. "I don't want it to be the end. Will you...sit with me?" 

I did, and she pressed her cheek against my chest and wrapped her arms around me tight. I held her and pressed my lips the top of her head. Kale got up and went into the kitchen. "I'm sorry for hurting you," I whispered. 

Grace said, "I thought you were done apologizing." I could hear the smile in her voice.

"Okay, now I really am done. Probably." Kale came back with a glass of wine for me. She sat down next to me. I realized I owed Kale a major solid. I said to her, "Thanks for coming all the way out here to go to bat for me."

"I didn't."

I was confused again. "But you said..." I shook my head. "Okay, so you're here as a supportive friend?"

"Well, sort of. Grace invited me over as an...experiment. Talking about you sort of fell out of that."

"Experiment?"

Still leaning on me, Grace said "I have been thinking about it constantly since you left. No, since you first showed up here. I couldn't sleep or eat. I wanted...needed to know if it was just you or women in general. I knew Angela was bisexual, so I called her to try to, you know. Seduce me." 

Then I saw it. The way they were dressed. The wine. The low lights. I'd stumbled into it by accident. "Oh. Shit." I had a random thought. "The kids?"

"With their father till tomorrow night."

"Um, okay." I said. "So...it's going...well?"

Kale laughed. "We're just getting started. So far no sparks, but it's early."

Okay. Awkward. My fuck buddy and my...well I guess my girlfriend (!!!), are playing a seduction game, and I'm the third wheel. Do I try to join? Put a stop to it? Watch? Leave? They're dressed to the nines and I look, as usual, like a plumber. They're clean and made up, and I have helmet hair and my twat probably smells like a fucking gym sock.

Then Grace kissed the side of my neck, a slow, lingering kiss. "It wasn't working for me," she whispered. "Now it is." She raised her face, and I kissed her. Our tongues met, fencing as our lips moved together. Was she my girlfriend? Never really had one of those before. Her hand ran up the back of my head into my hair. 

Only it wasn't Grace's hand. It was Kale's. Grace's hand was on my neck, and as I was wondering whether it was going to be okay with Grace, their hands touched each other, and Grace's and my eyes opened at the same time. 

My heart stopped for a year and a half. Then Grace's eyes fluttered closed again, and she took Kale's hand away from my hair, brought it down and pressed it on my tiny tit. Kale went to work, squeezing and kneading, giving the hard nipple a little squeeze. And then I felt her warm lips on my neck, her big, soft chest pressing against my back. 

Kale lifted my shirt, pulling me away from Grace's mouth. I raised my arms and she lifted it off me, baring my chest to Grace. Kale took both my tits in her hands, squeezing and caressing from behind. I moaned softly as she tugged my nipples. Grace watched Kale's hands caressing me, and fuck I loved it, her face, her eyes watching me. I pulled Grace to my breast, and she kissed and nuzzled it, licking my nipple and Kale's fingers. Behind me, Kale moaned. I craned my head around and pulled her mouth against mine. We shared a deep lingering kiss. 

I could have gone like that for hours, but I slid off the couch onto the floor to kneel in front of Grace. Looking into her eyes, I slowly started to unbutton her cardigan. She wasn't wearing anything under it, and her perfect round tits rose and fell with her breathing. I looked at Kale, and she took one side, I took the other. Grace arched her back, moaning. I flicked and teased her nipple, biting it gently, dragging my teeth over it. I know Kale had a magic mouth, so Grace had to be in heaven. 

Still working on Grace's tit, Kale shrugged out of her blouse and slid out of her skirt. While both of us kept sucking Grace's tits, I started fingering that slut Kale from behind. I fingered her slow and easy, drew my finger out and stroked her clit softly, then back inside. We got into a rhythm, Kale's ass bobbing up and down slowly.

After a little while Kale let go of Grace's tit and leaned her head back. She was going to cum soon, I could tell. I moved back a bit to give Kale the attention she needed to get there. Grace watched me, totally ignoring Kale (who is fucking sexy as hell). Grace took in my face, my arm, my tits, my belly, as I made her friend cum all over my fingers. Kale wailed as I gave her clit a final pinch and a little twist, rolling it in my fingers and then letting go to push my fingers in as she came. Her pussy throbbed and pulsed on my fingers, her hands gripping the couch pillows as she shook and moaned. 

Kale started to relax, and Grace took my hand from Kale's crotch and rubbed the juicy fingers on her tits. She exhaled, inhaled and held it, looking so fucking sexy, and then again as my fingers passed over her nipple. 

I unbuttoned her jeans, and she lifted up her ass. I tried to tug them off, but those fuckers were tight and I couldn't get them past her ass. "No wonder you look so fucking good in these. They're like paint." Grace laughed and stood up. That helped. I pulled them down (with a lot of effort). She sat down and started to take off her stilettos so I could get her jeans off easier. I shook my head. "Those stay on. They look too fucking good." I slid the jeans off over the shoes. She opened her legs for me, smiling slightly. 

I've seen beautiful women before. Hell, Kale is beautiful. But Grace, sitting there on that couch, her couch and pillows with the warm colors, the cardigan unbuttoned and off one shoulder, her breasts bare and perfect with hard nipples, her thighs apart, pussy pink and aroused and wet with her clit standing out like an angry red bead, and those fucking stiletto heels, Grace was more than beautiful. But mostly her eyes, locked on me, big and brown, dark with want. I was her world at that moment. I was it, everything. Her life hinged on what I did. 

Her pleasure, her body, were works of art. She was music and poetry written just for me in soft skin and wet hunger. I savored it, and then leaned in and kissed her thigh, then the other. I lifted them onto my shoulders, and leaned in. 

I kissed around her pussy, slowly, teasing. She breathed out and in each time my lips brushed her skin. Kale crawled up on the couch and leaned in to Grace's tit again, sucking it while squeezing its twin. Grace leaned back and moaned with pleasure. 

I took my time, teasing her. Working my way in towards the epicenter of her pleasure. Brushing her lips with mine, running my hands over her thighs (and Kale's ass and swollen cuntlips). Grace writhed, pressing against my mouth, but I drew away each time, not giving her the last bit she needed. She tried again, and I drew back, matching her thrust. The third time she gasped "Please,"

Her begging. More like it. I took her clit between my lips and sucked once, twice, three times. She arched her back and cried out, bucking, but I held on, my arms wrapped under her thighs, gently sucking, slowing the pressure till her body gradually quieted. 

Kale pulled my head back and kissed my mouth, tasting Grace on my lips, licking her from my tongue. Her mouth felt so fucking good on mine, I devoured her. Grace slid off the couch and then someone was pulling down my jeans. The air hit my pussy and I realized I was fucking drenched all the way from the crack of my ass down my thighs. 

I was kneeling now, with Kale's mouth against mine, and Grace kneeling behind me. her body was pressed against me, those glorious tits against my back, her hands running over my aching tits, my belly, my pussy. It felt so fucking good. My whole body was lit up like a christmas tree. I was kissing Kale hard, and she was matching me. Grace's hands ran over my body, driving me insane as she pressed her soft, warm body against me from behind. I could feel the hardness of her nipples and the brush of her pubic hair against my ass.

Grace's fingertips left a trail of little electric bursts so acute they almost hurt, and each one sent a shock so strong it made my pussy clench. I was so wet, each time my cunt clenched it made a wet kissing sound, and I groaned. It was too intense. I was lost. 




Grace



Grace's fingers slid down my belly to my pussy, and she pulled my face away from Kale, who moved immediately to my titties. Grace started to finger me slowly with two fingers, brushing my clit with her fingers like a bow on the strings of a cello until there was an explosion of pleasure so intense, for a split second I was aware of every single nerve ending she had touched, bit, or licked. She held my face gently, looking into my eyes as I came. I don't remember if I was loud or how I moved. All I remember as the pleasure faded to a warm glow is emerging backwards from her eyes, as if I'd been drawn in and then released. 

And then there we were, a sweaty pile of panting sex, laying over each other. Grace was smiling at me, a warm secret smile. She was still wearing those stilettos, I could feel them down by my feet. Kale was playing with Grace's hair. "Wow," I whispered. Grace blushed a little but kept smiling. Kale giggled.

Kale said, "So you two are an item now? Is this the last hurrah? Do I need to find a new fuck buddy?" 

Grace said, "Oh, I think I might lend her to you from time to time. But oh yes, she's mine."

"Wrong," I said. "You're mine." She smiled. 

So that's where I'm ending it. I might write more about Grace, but I may not. Feels weird baring my shit here to complete strangers, but a lot of you have been very nice. And I do have an exhibitionist streak, so who the fuck knows what will be next?



Grace and Favors; or...



Grace and Favors
Or, Are You Being Served Again, Sexually?

One day at Millstone Manner:

"Mr. Humphries, are you free?"

"I'm free," toned in Mr. Humphries in reply to Mavis' question.

"Would you please give me some help in the barn?" Mavis said.

"I'd be delighted."

"Did you sleep well last night?" she asked him as they walked to the barn. "You tossed and turned all night long. I've never seen you so aroused."

"Well Mavis," he replied, "I had a dream that I was a railroad train, and I was being robbed by Jesse James. He climbed on board my caboose, pulled out his gun, and rifled through my baggage compartment. Before I could get up a good head of steam he jumped off and rode away on his steed."

"Isn't that just like a man?" Mavis replied

"Yes, quite."

"It must have been just awful," she said.

"Well, it wasn't so bad, Mavis. Actually I was surprised that he had such soft hands."

Mavis and Mr. Humphries walked across the yard and into the barn. Mr. Humphries was aware that Mavis had been a little sweet on him, and it didn't go unnoticed by the other pensioners. The fact that they shared a bed – for warmth of course – did not make things any easier for him. Mr. Humphries was trying hard to adjust to country ways.

"Well Mavis, what can I do for you out here?" he said.

"Well, for starters, you can give me the big cock over by the henhouse."

"I don't know Mavis. I'm simply no good with birds. Whenever I try to pick one up it always starts fighting and I get a little prick from its little beak."

"No, Mr. Humphries. When I say I want you to give me the big cock over by the henhouse, I don't mean to hand me the rooster."

"You don't?"

"No, certainly not. I mean take me over to the henhouse and give me a right shag."

"Mavis, really," Mr. Humphries said in a near state of shock.

"Yes really, Mr. Humphries," Mavis replied. "And don't tell me that you're no good picking up birds. I'll bet you've had plenty of experience."

Mr. Humphries thought for a moment. "Well, there was that one time in Soho," he said.

"Did you see someone you liked?" she inquired.

"Yes," he smiled. "Imagine long black hair, big brown eyes, and red pouty lips."

"She sounds beautiful."

"Well, it wasn't exactly a she," he said. "Anyway, I got a little prick from that bird, too."

"Did it hurt much?" she asked with concern.

"No. In fact it was so small I hardly felt anything."

Mavis reached down and grabbed Mr. Humphries by the crotch. "Oh, Mr. Humphries, don't you feel what I feel."

"Ouch. Only when I shower." He squirmed in an attempt to get away, but Mavis, the farmer's daughter, was too strong for him. They tussled and fell into a pile of hay in the barn. Mavis landed on top of him and straddled his body with her legs.

"Take me, Mr. Humphries. Take me. Take me."

"Alright, where would you like to go? If you get up I think I can call a cab from the phone in the house."

Mavis ripped open his shirt. "Oh, Mr. Humphries, I just can't control myself any longer. I'm absolutely wild for you."

"I can see that," he said.

Mavis ripped down his trousers. "Mr. Humphries, I need what you've got."

"Well," he said, "if you're not more careful with my trousers, I'm not going to have it much longer."

"Don't lie to me, Mr. Humphries," she licked her lips. "I'll bet that you can have it longer than most men. And fatter, too."

"Yes," he said, "but a gentleman doesn't like to brag."

Mavis reached down and grabbed poor Wilberforce by the groin and started pulling on his member like it was a cow's udder.

"Ouch. Mavis, you're pulling on me like a cow's udder."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'd never mean to hurt you, Mr. Humphries."

"I know Mavis, and it's not that it hurts much. It's just that I'm not used to this type of attention from a young woman like yourself. Especially one with such a strong grip."

"Oh, that," she said. "Actually I've had a lot of experience at pulling the naughty bits."

"Really?" he asked. "Do tell."

"Yes, well you know that big bull out in the field?"

"Yes, what about it?" he asked.

"Well, that bull is kind of funny. He doesn't pay much attention to the girl cows," she said as she rubbed her hand up and down his naughty bits. "In fact he doesn't seem to pay much attention to other bulls."

"I'd wondered why I always saw him sitting on the fence."

"Anyway, it's my job to go out to the bull and get a sample for the cows," she hinted. "It's the only way we'll ever get new calfs."

"I certainly hope you're not planning on using the same turkey baster at Christmas."

"Oh, now Mr. Humphries, don't be that way," she smiled.

"I'm neither one way nor the other," he said. "Now I don't know if I can quite get used to your sampling me the way you sample the bull."

Mavis squeezed Mr. Humphries between her legs. "Well, you'd better get used to it. Because I plan on getting a nice big sample for myself." With that she slid straight down and buried his member deep within her.

"Oh, Mavis. Oh. Oh."

"Yes, Mr. Humphries, what is it?"

"I think that the cock is about to crow."

Meanwhile, near the stables:

"Good morning, Captain Peacock," said Miss Lovelock.

"Ah. Good morning, Jessica. My, don't you look radiant this morning."

"Why thank-you, Captain Peacock. And might I say that you look simply dashing this morning."

"Oh, thank-you," he replied proud as a peacock showing his colors.

"Yes, you look very David Niven-ish, especially your moustache."

"Funny you should say that," he brushed his moustache with his fingers. "The resemblance has been mentioned from time to time."

"Frankly, with all your exploits in the desert, it's funny the comparison isn't made with Lawrence of Arabia," she flirted with him.

"Well, now that you mention it, one could draw some comparisons between Lawrence and my exploits under Monty."

"Yes, quite. Hand to hand combat with Rommel sounds so exciting and adventurous. You must have had a marvelous unit."

"Indeed," he replied. "I still do."

"I'd love to see it sometime," she said.

"Well, I think that can be arranged," he said with a lecherous grin across his face.

Jessica picked up on the insinuation. "Captain Peacock, I was wondering if you might accompany me to the stables?" she said.

"Why, certainly."

They entered the stables where Jessica Lovelock kept the horses that Mr. Grace had bequeathed to her in his will.

"Captain Peacock, would you help me with something?" she asked.

"It would be a pleasure to help you with anything, Jessica. What may I do for you?"

"Well, I'd love it if you'd saddle up and take me for a ride."

"Oh, well," he said dejectedly. "I might be able to help you get saddled on your horse, but I'm afraid that any riding is out of the question for me. I get saddle sores quite easily. A little problem that I developed during the war."

"Captain Peacock, you misunderstood. When I said I wanted you to saddle up and take me for a ride, I didn't mean that I wanted to go for a ride on a horse."

"You didn't?" he asked.

"No, I meant that I wanted to saddle up and ride you, you magnificent stallion."

"Why Jessica, whatever do you mean?" he grinned.

"What I mean is I want to find out if the great desert soldier is any good at going into the bush as well," she answered. With that she grabbed Captain Peacock with authority, pulled him close to her, grabbed him by the backside, and planted a kiss on his lips.

"My, this is all quite so unexpected," he said when he could catch a breath.

"Come on now, Stephen. You must have known that you were driving me wild with all your tales of heroism," she smiled. "There is only so much a girl can take."

"Really?" he asked.

"Why of course, darling. And I plan on taking everything you have to give." Jessica then ripped his shirt open and wrapped her mouth around his nipple.

"Oh Jessica, don't do that."

"Do you want me to stop, darling?"

"No, I want you do the other one first," he said, and she complied. "Ah, that's much nicer."

Jessica sucked on Captain Peacock's nipple while pulling down the zipper to his trousers, but the zipper got stuck half way down.

"Damn Grace Brothers pants," he complained.

"Yes, the zipper seems to be stuck."

"Not only that," he continued, "they always ride up with wear."

"Don't worry darling. Where there's a will there's a way."

"And what way do you suggest?" he smiled.

Jessica grabbed the pants by either side of the zipper and ripped them apart, and down his legs. Stephen Peacock stood there in his stocking garters and a bulge showing through his Y-fronts.

"Well now," said Jessica, "it would seem the old soldier has risen to the occasion."

Captain Peacock beamed with pride.

Jessica dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips around the Captain's pride.

"Dear me," he said. "You have quite a talent."

"Do you really think so, Captain Peacock?" she asked.

"Absolutely, you're quite effective at bringing the company to attention."

"How so?" she asked.

"I've never known anyone who could blow the bugle quite the way you do."

"Well now," Jessica said as she admired his rigidity. "It would seem that the company is ready for a long march into the bush."

"Indeed, it would seem so," he said.

"Well, we certainly don't want to keep the unit waiting, do we?" she said with a come hither stare.

"In fact," said Captain Peacock, "I think I'll command the company to march in double time."

They rolled into the hay. Miss Lovelock pulled down her knickers then lifted her shapely legs into the air. "Let the invasion begin."

The Captain's company followed his lead and plunged in headlong.

"That's funny," he said.

"What is, darling?"

"Well, I couldn't help but notice that your bush has been deforested."

Meanwhile, in the kitchen:

"Halo, Mrs. Slocombe," Maurice Moultard growled as he limped into the room. "I was wonderin' if you've seen Mavis. I need 'er 'elp with them pigs. They needs to be taken to market."

Mrs. Slocombe looked at Moultard with distaste. "Well, I was passing by the barn earlier," she said, "and I heard her and Mr. Humphries say something about milking the cow's udders."

"That girl," he bellowed, "I'll give 'er the strap, I will. That cow don't need no milking yet."

"Mr. Moultard, must you be so loud?" replied Mrs. Slocombe. "It's quite upsetting to my pussy."

"Sorry, Mrs. Slocombe. I didn't mean to scare your cat."

"No, no, you daft fool. When I said that your yelling is upsetting to my pussy, I didn't mean that you scared my Tiddles."

"You didn't?" he asked, bewildered.

"No, what I meant is that booming voice of yours brings back memories that I would rather repress, but my knickers get all wet anyway."

"Yeah, heh heh heh," he laughed with a stupid looking grin across his face. "We sure had some memr'ble times long ago, didn't we Rachel?"

"Mr. Moultard, I will thank you not to address me by my first name. We are not currently on familiar terms."

"Well, wees been familiar enough, if you know whats I means. You was just a land girl, and I was a tractor hand. And give you a hand I did. Didn't I, Rachel?"

"Mr. Moultard, I insist that you address me as Mrs. Slocombe," she said with a stern glare.

"Very well, Mrs. Slocombe," he said sarcastically. "Ain't we the mistress of the 'ouse this mornin'."

"Indeed, I might be as far as you are concerned, you ridiculous little man. In fact, I think you need a little lesson in obeying orders. Come over here and get down on your knees," she commanded.

Moultard complied with her order and took a full minute getting down to his knees.

"What do you wants me down 'ere for?" he grumbled.

"I want you down there to look for my pussy."

"Oh, okay." And with that Moultard lifted Mrs. Slocombe's housedress and peered directly at her nether region.

"Mr. Moultard, what are you doing?"

"I'm looking for your pussy, Mrs. Slocombe. Just like youse said."

"Mr. Moultard, I wanted you to look under the table for my Tiddles."

"Oh, well you should have said so."

"Well, I'm saying so now. Now get down on all fours and look for my pussy."

"Do you mean Tiddles?"

"Well, I did. However as long as you're down there you might as well make yourself useful," she said.

"How so?" he asked.

"Try looking for my pussy under here." And with that, she hiked up her housedress and presented him with her Grace brothers under garments.

"Oh, I gets it," he said. "You want me to stick me snout in the trough." And suddenly Maurice Moultard buried his face between her legs.

"Oh Maurice, I think you need a shave."

"I could say the same fer you. If you wants, I can gets the sheep shearing shears, and…"

"That'll be enough of that talk Mr. Moultard. Now get down there and get back to work." She slapped him across the face.

Moultard replied demurely. "Okay, Mrs. Slocombe." And he went back down to the trough and stuck his snout in deep.

Mrs. Slocombe squirmed around on the kitchen chair. "Oh, my. That is simply wonderful. It reminds me of the time that me and Mrs. Axelby were on holiday in Madrid and we each had a full body cavity search at Customs by a Spaniard official with leather gloves," she reminisced. "That reminds me, I must start looking at holiday brochures."

"Holiday? You don't needs to take no holidays," Moultard said. "You just needs to ring the dinner bell and I'll come over and..."

"Mr. Moultard, I will thank you to speak only when spoken to. And I am unanimous in that."

Mrs. Slocombe grabbed Moultard by the hair and shoved his head back into place and clamped her legs around his head as she continued squirming on the kitchen chair.

"I'll have to send Mrs. Axelby a telegram."

Meanwhile, in the parlor:

"Miss Brahms, have you seen any of the others this morning?" Mr. Rumbold asked Shirley Brahms.

"Well, near as I can figure Mr. 'umphries and Mavis is milking the cow, Captain Peacock and Miss Lovelock is riding the horses, and Mr. Moultard is looking for Mrs. Slocombe's pussy in the kitchen."

"Oh dear me," he said with a worried tone. "We have that American group coming from San Francisco this afternoon, and I wanted us to meet to get things ready for their visit."

"Well, why don't you and me go up to the rooms and play chambermaid until the others come back?" she said.

"Why Miss Brahms, certainly that's not some sort of veiled sexual innuendo," he said.

"No, no, Mr. Rumbold you misunderstood."

"I did?" he said.

"Yes, you did," she replied. "When I said that you and me should go up and play chambermaid I meant that you could give me a 'and changing the linens on the bed."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Whatever was I thinking?"

"I don't know what you were thinking, Jug Ears."

"Now Miss Brahms, there is no need for personal vilifications such as that one."

"Well, 'ave you looked at yourself in the mirror lately, without it breaking?" She grabbed him by the ear and dragged him over to the mirror on the wall. "Just look at yourself. They's like 'andles, they is."

"Handles?"

"Yes," she continued, "'andles. As a matter of fact I'd bet that they'd come in 'andy."

"Whatever do you mean?" he asked.

"Just that if a bird were of a mind she could 'old you in place while you 'ave a nosh."

"Hold in place? Have a nosh? Whatever are you talking about, Miss Brahms? This is all quite confusing."

"What I'm talking about is this." She grabbed him by the earlobes and mercilessly pulled him down to the floor. Miss Brahms jumped on top of him and straddled his head with her legs, lowering herself onto poor old Cuthbert Rumbold's face.

"'ere, 'ave a nosh on this," she commanded, and proceeded to hold him by the ears while pumping up and down on top of him.

"Oh dear. Miss Brahms. Stop that, stop that at once," he pleaded with her. I'll not have you undermine my authority.

"Always giving orders, you is. Well now it's time for you to take a few yourself. Let's see if I can find that executive authority you're always throwing around. I think you keep it stashed in 'ere."

Miss Brahms reached back into Cuthbert's trousers and pulled out all of Mr. Rumbold's executive authority. She began pulling on it and pulling on it until his authority began to grow.

"My, that is some authority you 'ave, isn't it. I've never seen so much authority in me life. I think maybe I'll 'ave to violate your authority."

"Miss Brahms, I must insist that you stop that at once. And I've had about enough of your lip," he hollered from below.

"Oh, you 'aven't even begun to get enough of my lip." She squatted down further and ran her knickers straight back into his face.

Shirley then leaned forward and started giving Cuthbert's authority some of her lip. In fact, she gave him both of them. Between riding his bald head and challenging his authority, it wasn't long before Mr. Rumbold was about to lose his cool.

"Mith Brahmth," he said with a mouthful of knickers, "I muth inthitht that you thop thith at one-th, letht I blow my thop."

"What was that, Jug Ears?" She eased up on him a little.

"I said that I must insist that you stop this at once, lest I blow my top."

"Oooh, goody," she replied, "Blowing your top is just what I 'ad in mind." And she shoved her knickers back into his face. 

"'Ow's this as a challenge to your authority?" she said. And with that she continued giving him lip until he couldn't hold back any longer. Cuthbert did indeed blow his top.

"Oooh, you really lost you're cool that time, didn't you?" she teased. "I'll bet you've 'ad it for a week."

"Miss Brahms, I'll have you know that I've blown my top many times before, and I shall do so many times in the future."

Shirley Brahms grabbed his executive power and started pulling it again and again, but to no avail.

"Well, it seems to me," said Miss Brahms, "that you've used up all your authority."

"You've all done very well."