2 comments/ 25784 views/ 1 favorites Gracie's Grand Gala Ch. 01 By: Georgette Glass Chapter 1 - Born Again Libido Sometimes a girl just has to sit back and reflect upon what is going on in her life if for no other reason but to keep her feet flat on the ground. In just a very short time I have been seduced by none other than my beautiful teenage daughter. Did I stop there? Hell no. I no more than remember how to eat pussy when I found myself in between the legs of one of her schoolmates, Dianne. I must have liked it. The next weekend I rented a suite at a hotel, and had all three girls over for a pussy licking festival. Now that was fun. Then it happened. I started remembering when I was a coed and attending classes at the same all girls' school where my daughter is studying now. My main muffin was Emily. It was through her that I met her brother, Charles, who I eventually married when I got knocked up with Allison. He was the instigator of mine and Emily's separation. At the risk of invading the soap opera genre, I will continue. My marriage lasted long enough for me to realize that Charles had married my fortune and not my feminine charm. The attorney I found handled our divorce professionally, expertly, and much to his chagrin. He doesn't even have visiting privileges with his ill-gotten daughter, Allison. The attorney's name is Amanda Fox. You will hear much more about her in later chapters. Now, let's get back to my lost love, Emily. All of these memories being dragged out of my mental archive made me miss her terribly. My yearning left me with no choice other than to contact her after all of these years. That was no chore at all. She had continued her education through graduate school and was presently working as an assistant superintendent at the local public school district. I talked to her briefly at her work yesterday, and upon obtaining her home number, we visited for hours last night by phone. Renewing our friendship was a warm and welcomed feeling for both of us, but we had much, much more to revive between us. It just so happens that today is Saturday and one of her days off. She was due here any minute now for a hands-on re-acquaintance. My biological signs of this anticipation were gradually but surely becoming apparent. Finally, when her Corvette eased to a stop in front of my house, I knew Emily was back in my life. Like a high school teenager, I dashed out of the house and pounced upon her as she merged from the car. "Oh God," I cried gleefully, "it's so good to see you again, Em." I was squeezing her and showering her with kisses while she was making a great effort to remain upright. Had it not been for her athletic superiority we might have been sprawled on the driveway with me between her legs bringing back hundreds of fond old memories. "Holy shit, Gracie," she exclaimed, "it's good to see you as well, but I think we should get inside before we start renewing our intimacy, don't you think?" She chuckled as she pushed me away to get a better look. "You still love as lovely as ever, old girl, and I'll bet you are better with your love making as well. Sex is like wine. Better with age." "Let's go find out," I said excitedly as I hooked my arm around hers and started for the front door. "I've had lunch catered, so we can do what we want, when we want, and with whom we want." We both laughed at the last part of my babbling. "I've missed you so, Em," I cooed as I squeezed her arm against my bosom. When we got inside and closed the front door, Emily spoke. "I have a great idea, my sweet," she said very sweetly. "Why don't we be practical about this and start off mathematically?" She saw my puzzled look. "69," was her explanation. "Simultaneous pussy eating; no waiting turns. Okay?" "Sounds like a winner," I said excitedly, "but I'm going to get acquainted with those boobs again before I go down under." I had been wearing a lounging jump suit while Em was primly dressed in fashionable street clothes. I stood stark naked and watched her peel layer after layer off and drop each garment to the floor. As Emily peeled off her last stocking, she gave me a sexy look and said, "Come here." I needed no further encouragement. I flew into her arms; our breasts melted together, and our lips locked. The kiss was long and passionate. When we broke loose, we were well on our way. I could ffel juices running down my legs, and I was certain some of them were hers. We took turns kissing and caressing, and suckling each others breasts. I probed her wet pussy with two of my fingers, and she promptly returned the favor. Heaving like long distance runners on a hot summer day, we looked at each other and headed for the couch. The two fingers she had used to probe my pussy were now embedded in my asshole, and I was squeezing their delight as vigorously as I could. Of course, I was giving her the same treatment. Our audible commentary attested to the pleasure building second by second. We humped wildly against each other's faces, and grappled with every body part we could find. This unbridled fervor led to the natural result. We almost simultaneously entered into a state of orgasmic heaven that we embraced and celebrated with enthusiasm. Our experience was so rapturous that we collapsed against each other, and actually rolled off of the sofa onto the floor. We squealed and laughed like school girls. "Gracie," Em sighed in a dreamy voice, "that wonderful tongue of yours is still the longest I've ever felt. For old time sake, do my butt hole the way you used to do." "Are you asking me to French kiss your asshole, Em?" "Please. Pretty please." "Assume the position," I ordered sounding like a law officer. She immediately sprang to her feet, spread her legs, and grabbed her ankles. If the occasion ever arises when you need to get a good look at someone's asshole, this is the way to do it. I rose to my knees, spread her ass cheeks, and burrowed my firmed-up tongue deep into her channel. Her reaction was nothing short of inspiring. I pressed harder, and probed deeper. "Oh shit," she gasped, "Gracie's back, thank God." She pushed back against my mouth wanting more. I obliged. After awhile I disengaged and sat back on my heels. Em gracefully turned around, sank to her knees, and gathered me up into an arousing passionate embrace. Our tongues flashed, entwined, searched and withdrew. Em read the expression on my face as she settled back on her heels. "That's the only way I will know exactly what you experience back there, right?" she said matter-of-factly. "Not exactly," I said in a pensive tone. "You don't get the thrill of an over-active asshole grappling with your tongue like I just did." "Show me," Em said excitedly even thought she had been there before, but that was years ago. "You assume the position, Gracie. I don't have the tongue you do, but I'll make up for it with heart." I was holding my ankles with high expectations when I felt Em's tongue burrow into my asshole. I clinched spasmodically, and she pushed even harder. As I spread my legs wider to give her more room, I felt her fingers fondling my pussy. I was breathing so hard by now that I don't know how I managed it, but I moaned gratefully. Then I felt her fingers inside of me, and I felt her tongue methodically pumping at my rear entrance. Then I felt the unexpected orgasm beginning to form. She realized what was happening, and without missing a stroke, she moved her hand from my pussy to my clit. My orgasm was state of the art gut-wrenching. I dropped to my knees, and then fell forward resting on my elbows. When my orgasm finally subsided, I stretched out on the floor and rolled over on my back. Em crawled up my body, and drenching wet with sweat, we fell into another passionate embrace. There was a slight tang present, but all in all everything was great. Our kiss turned into several, and we took our time recovering from our sexual splendor. Without bothering to dress, we had lunch from the catering cart. We also had wine; lots of wine. Understandably, rosy cheeks were part of the uniform of the day. "We've been apart for so long, Gracie," Em said, "that I know very little about how you have evolved over the years. That is, of course, other than becoming lovelier with maturity." Her smile was a sight to behold. "Do you have a male lover on the side?" "Nope," I said promptly, "but Allison introduced me to her little buddy, Bad Boy." I went on to explain about the strap-on she used at school. "Before you ask," I said quickly, "I've ordered one on the Internet. I'm expecting it any day now, but I guess you know that device takes two." I looked at her with a gleam in my eyes. "I'm on call 24/7, Love." I detected a little disappointment on her face. "Wait a minute, Em," I said getting to my feet. "That daughter of mine has a box in her room that she calls happiness hotel. Want to take a look?" "Do you think she will mind?" Em asked. "She doesn't have to know unless we have to call her to find out how something works. Come on." Allison's room was much neater than usual, but why not? She's seldom home anymore with school and all. When she was a fulltime resident, her room was like any other teenage girls. It was a disaster area. I found Hotel Happiness in one corner of her walk-in closet, and immediately flung the lid open. Em and I both put a hand to our chests and utter almost in unison, "Oh my." But my smile was no broader than that of my sexy lover's. There was no less than half a dozen toys in the box. I didn't identify with some of them, but I did spy one that took my interest. It was a firm rubber dildo with a pecker head on each end. I picked it up out of the box to get a better look. "I want half," Em squealed gleefully. "That thing must be a yard long," she exclaimed. "How would you like this thing up your ass instead of my tongue?" I asked with a wicked expression on my face. "Not as a replacement, Sweetheart; perhaps as an alternate," Em stated in a tone that led me to believe she was quite serious. "What else?" I asked anxiously. "One step at a time you old slut," Em said teasingly. "Using this thing we can fuck each other at the same time, eh?" With no openly discussed plan in mind, we ended up on the sun porch where the hot tub and the indoor pool were housed. I had been clever enough to bring along a bottle of lubricant that Allison kept with her toys when we left her room. We were still nude so preparations for our new level of debauchery were simple. I have a terrible habit of naming every thing I become attached to, and I was reasonably sure that my attachment to this double-headed hose we found in Allison's toy box would fall into that category so I named it The Codger. After all, any two headed dick had to be grouchy and it was undisputedly male, and its elongated shape made me think of the conger eel. So defines our newest sex toy. Em and The Codger were at a table near the hot tub when I returned from the bar with more wine. She was almost lovingly bathing the tool with lubricant. When I neared the table, she held one end TC, its sudden nickname, toward me. "See if it fits, Gracie," she sad cheerfully. I set the wine glasses down, spread my legs, and said, "You see if it fits, Smarty." "I meant for you to suck on it, asshole," Em replied with a false air of disgust. "Get me a real one, and I'll suck it. Take that greased puppy and see how far it will go into my pussy." I made another squatting movement indicating that I was ready to play. Em leaned forward and slipped one end of TC into my wet muffin and eased it deeper. "Say when," she said while concentrating on the probe underway. "Ooooh, that's nice, Baby. Join me." En stood in a fashion similar to mine, and handed me the unexposed end of TC. I aimed carefully, pressed the dick head against her pussy hole, and stepping closer, caused the toy to ease it way into my lover's snatch. When we were both satisfied that TC was settled, Em leaned forward and took one of my nipples into her mouth. At about the same time we both had started slowly moving back and forth on this wicked dildo. I couldn't reach Em's boobs because of her contact with mine, but I could reach down and find her swelling clit. She whimpered and pushed harder against our connector. Her next move was to grasp TC midway and hold it in position while we both pumped away up and down the slick barrel. When Em broke away from my breast, I wasted no time in latching on to one of hers. We've always worked well together. TC gave us a good feeling; it was much better than a couple of fingers playing in the pee hole. But we both decided we just weren't using that toy in the most arousing way. Then Em's little light came on in her head. "I've got an idea, Gracie," she chirped. "Assume the 69 position." I had learned years ago that most of Em's ideas were good ones and enjoyable to us both. I lay on my back on a beach towel spread on the deck by the pool. Em approached with TC still glistening with lubricant and juices from our prior engagement and assumed her position over me. I needed no coaching. I grabbed to big hands full of her firm ass cheeks and buried my face in her snatch. In a few moments I felt one end of TC nudging it way into my ass hole. It was tight, but it was a good size for the job. Em sunk the probe about four inches deep. I could feel my ass grappling with the pleasant intruder, but then I realized Em was penetrating my pussy with the other end of TC. Wow! What a sensation! Doubled teamed with one tool, and that wasn't the end of this joy. TC was now embedded in both of my holes with a mid-section of about eight inches shaped like a horseshoe. Em grasped this horseshoe at its center and started twisting her wrist one way and then the other. With each move she caused one end of TC to probe, and at the same time, caused the other end to withdraw. This was a full-service, hand-operated fuck machine satisfying the from and the back door simultaneously. Unconsciously this new experience at my crotch caused me to attack Em's pussy more vigorously. I was lapping harder, probing deeper, and traveling from ass hole to clit every trip. My entire body was on fire. My ass was pounding the beach towel beneath me, and I could just imagine the ecstasy Em was feeling. We were both women who did not hold back audibly or physically when it came to feeling our pleasures. A distant observer would have sworn we were trying to kill each other. Our bodies were humping, and bucking, and twisting, and turning, and our animal like commentary was filling the sun porch wall to wall. We settled down slowly and calmly, but only after each celebrating glorious orgasms one should not even attempt to describe. There was nothing left to be said. We lay there breathing heavily, and gasping for air as we lazily ran our hands over each other's sweat soaked bodies. "Are we going to do this often?" Em asked. "Every time I see you naked," I sighed. Gracie's Grand Gala Ch. 02 Chapter 2 - Legal and Luscious "Hello," I said dreamily into the phone. "This better be important; its Sunday you know." I was still relishing in the time Em and I spent together yesterday and last night. In fact, she's out running some errands, but we will probably do the same thing again today. "Gracie?" the voice on the other end of the line asked. "Gracie, this is Amanda . . . Amanda Fox, your attorney." "Oh, hi Amanda," I said quickly dispensing with my grumpy attitude. "Don't you ever take any time off, girl?" "Of course I do," she said cheerfully. "In fact, when you and I resolve the situation I am calling about, I plan to put on my shamefully revealing bikini, and sit out by the pool and have indecent fantasies while I watch the youngsters play." "Good for you, Amanda," I said half-heartedly, "Now, why the call?" "I've made the revisions to Allison's trust fund that you requested, and I need your signature before I meet with the bankers tomorrow. Can I drop by today and get this out of the way?" "Of course you can," I said trying to shown my appreciation for her conscientious endeavor. "And Amanda," I added, "plan to stay for lunch. There's someone I want you to meet." "Oh really? Business or pleasure," she asked. "That depends," I replied. "Try to be here before eleven." When I hung up the phone I instinctively formed a mental picture of Amanda in my mind. I guess my new outlook on life has caused me to pay more attention to things and people around me. Amanda is an attractive, mature woman about my age, but I know nothing about her. Our dealings have always been strictly of a business nature. She handles all of my legal stuff. And she does it well. I returned to reality and went about planning my day. I called the caterer to change my lunch order from two to three services. I've been doing business with this caterer for years so I left the specifics to him with no worries at all. There are clocks hanging every where you look in this enormous house, and every one of them made me aware of the fact that it was almost 9:00 a. m. I had enough time for a leisurely bath before my guests arrived. Just as I started my tub to filling with warm water and bubbles, I heard the doorbell ring. Now who in the Hell could that be? There's one way to find out, dummy? Answer the door. As I neared the door I tightened the sash on my bathrobe, and needlessly patted my hair into place. "Surprise, surprise," Amanda cried playfully when the door swung open. "I had nothing better to do, so I hope I didn't come at a bad time." "Not at all," I stammered not bothering to hide my surprise. "Come on in," I said stepping aside to let her enter. "I'm so glad you dressed casual, Amanda." She was wearing one of those one piece short legged coveralls things, and she filled it out rather nicely. "I like your outfit." "Thanks. Remember I said I was going to spend the rest of the afternoon poolside once I finished our business here? Well, I have that skimpy bikini on under this coveralls," she confessed as she pulled a lapel aside to show me a strap and the edge of a bra cup. "That's the spirit, girl. This is Sunday, and you should relax. In order to maintain that laid-back attitude, let's do our business out on the sun porch." "Sounds great," Amanda said. "I love your house, Gracie," she continued, "but don't you get lost in this gigantic place?" "I only use about four rooms, and my housekeeper loves that," I replied cheerfully. "Do you think it's too big?" "Size is relative, Gracie," Amanda said philosophically. "My apartment would probably fit into the size of this sun porch, but there's just me and my Maltese. We were beginning to sound like next door neighbors, so I politely changed the subject. "Let's pretend this is a holiday. After all, it is your first visit here." "Okay." "Is it too early for a Bloody Mary?" I asked. "Hey, it's a holiday, right?" Amanda chimed. As we sat at the wet bar sipping our drinks, we began to talk girl talk. I learned that Mandy, as she asked me to call her, was single and lived alone except for her cat-mate, Puff. "Well, it's good that you have a little pussy around," I said strictly referring to the cat. "I hope this doesn't offend you, Gracie," she said exuding a confidential air, "but I much prefer pussy over pricks." "Me too," I said trying to conceal my surprise. "I just knew there was something special I liked about you, Mandy." Those remarks were the icebreaker. I was more at ease now, and I could notice a more relaxed composure about Mandy. Our conversation almost abruptly changed from a dry client/attorney dialog to a girl like girl subject matter. I found myself telling her about Allison being responsible for reviving me from my sedentary lifestyle, and then about reuniting with Em and spending this crazy, passionate Saturday with her. This took some time, but we had lots of Bloody Mary mix and our very own ice machine. I even found some fresh celery in the kitchen. Amanda told me about a couple of her girl companions. She admitted that her friends considered her to be a liberated woman. "You can be as liberated as you like in this house, Mandy. You will notice that we, pool and all, are indoors and very private. In fact, I can't remember the last fabric swimsuit that got wet at a pool party." I giggled at my won joke. "I'm all for the skinny-dipping, but I hate to tell you that my suit is already wet - in the crotch anyway." We both thought that remark was amusing. Then I changed the mood somewhat. "Show me," I said. "Honest?" "Unless you're bashful," I continued. "Not hardly," she mumbled. She unsnapped the overalls all the way down the front while she was still sitting on the barstool. Then she hopped off, and peeled the garment off her shoulders and over her hips. She told the truth. The bikini was skimpy, indeed. "You have a beautiful body, Mandy," I said honestly, "can I play with it after awhile?" "And what do I play with while you are taking advantage of my charms?" she asked coquettishly. I took the cue without hesitation. I slipped off of my barstool, and stood with my legs slightly parted as I loosened my sash letting my robe crumble to the floor. "Oh, wow, Gracie," she sighed audibly. "I normally wouldn't compare my body to one like yours, but I am dying to know what yours feels like pressed against mine." We came together boldly pressing flesh from knees to boobs. It was time . . . We embraced long and passionately with tongues flashing and hips grinding. "Gracie," she said gasping for air as she disengaged from out lip-lock, "you never did examine the spot on my crotch, did you?" "Why should I," I managed between gasps and sighs of my own, "I plan to examine where the spot came from shortly. Just don't think you are alone, baby. Take a stroll in my valley if you like." Almost instantly I felt two fingers gently make their way into my pussy hole. Our lips locked in another passionate embrace, and our hands explored new territory. "I want to caress your breasts, Gracie. Let's get back on the stools." We did just that, but not until we had pulled the two stools close together. Once mounted on the stools, we took turns kissing, and nibbling, and sucking, and fondling each others boobs. Temperatue wise, the rook was quite comfortable, but both of us were beginning to sweat. Arousal for both of us was peaking indicating that climaxes were near at hand. "Let's get rid of these stools, Mandy," I said hoarsely as I choked out the word. "I want to show you one of my hidden assets." Mandy did not question my instructions. We both slid off I stools and set them aside. "Mandy, can you see that bar towel hanging on the cabinet door? Can you reach it?" Mandy was in terrific physical shape, so she easily lifted herself high, and bent across the bar top. As she reached down to collect the bar towel, Gracie stepped up to her rear, spread her ass cheeks, and buried her lizard-like tongue as far was it would reach into Mandy's ass hole. She forgat the bar towel, she squeal in surprise, and her colon muscles clamped around the wonderful intruder. Of course, Mandy was embedded sufficiently that squeezing was going to expel her tongue. She worked her tongue methodically in and out of Mandy's ass. Mandy was almost weeping tears of joy by now. She held fast her position over the bar for fear that her new lover would abandon the action sending waves of excitement through her body. When I did withdraw from her back door, Mandy surprised me by promptly sliding off the bar and turning to face me. She showered my mouth with kisses and tongue probes telling me she wanted to share this fantastic episode. I was elated. Before long she had guided me over to a lounger next to the pool and lay me down face up. She lay on top of me and continued to shower my face with kisses only now she added a grinding motion to her hips that translated directly to my pussy. I'm not sure arousal will cover my emotion at this point. I'm hotter than Hell. Naturally I returned both her kisses and her pussy massage. Her breathing and moaning suggested that she was in the same state of rapture as me, and this only added to my vigor. "Am I too early, or am I too late?" asked the voice from the doorway. We both turned to see Emily walking toward us carrying a gym bag. I tried my best to manage an audible comment, but it was more a hoarse heaving sound. Mandy was driving me wild. "Em," I panted, "this lovely creature is Mandy, and she knows exactly what to do with a woman's itching pussy." "Hi," Mandy said and returned to my aching body. Emily watched for a few minutes before jealously got the best of her. She stood, casually disrobed, and stooped at her gym bag again. She fumbled around briefly, and produced a strap-on dildo. The business end of this toy was what appeared to be a ten-inch long, fat black cock. She demonstrated to her uncaring audience that she knew exactly how to harness herself. Mandy was at the foot of the lounger with her knees on the deck. Em unceremoniously stepped between her legs while greasing up her black warrior, and knelt into position. Mandy had moved down to my pussy by now, but she was well aware of Em presence and what she was about to do. She spread her legs wider and hiked her ass to an agreeable position. Em slid her ebony friend into the wet pussy with effort, but with ease. "Oh God," Mandy cried with her mouth still inches from my snatch. "That feels so good, Emily. It's really nice to meet you." Em began to methodically pump away at her participating partner's thoroughly primed hole. Mandy returned to my pussy. Everybody was happy. When it became obvious that Mandy had accomplished her objective by causing me to climax big time, Em withdrew the black warrior from Mandy's happy twat. "Let's switch, girls," she said like a gym instructor. One might have sworn this was rehearsed. I arose from the lounger, Mandy assumed my position and spread her legs, I knelt between her legs and zeroed in on her well heated pussy. Emily stooped behind me as I connected with Mandy, and almost simultaneously with my mouth covering Mandy's pussy hole, she buried her toy into my ass. "Aheee," I cried at the unexpected maneuver, and then, "bless you heart, you remember." Years ago Em had learned I loved to have my ass hole tongued and prodded. I pushed against my dear friend and her toy. It didn't take me long to trigger Mandy's missile. We had been at this for a while. Em continued her assault on my ass until I straightened up from between Mandy's legs. We were sprawled on the pool deck enjoying the aftermath of some extraordinarily good sex when Emily broke the silence. "Well, what do you think of my toy?" she asked, but didn't wait for an answer. "I don't have the occasion to bring it into play as often as I would like, but I just knew I could find some real players her. And, I didn't even know you then, Mandy." We all laughed. "Well, Gracie," Mandy said in a low sensual drawl, "my new friend here just did some good things to my pussy. I feel obligated and anxious to return the favor. Want to help? "Damned right, I do," I cried. "Em, get out of that harness. We are going to put a smile on both pair of your lips post haste." With that we helped Em out of her toy, and led her over to a beach towel we had left spread on the deck from our previous play. She spread-eagled face up. I looked at Mandy and asked, "Heads or tails?" "It makes no difference to me," she said cheekily, "I'm going to have both before we are done." She looked down at Em and winked flirtatiously. Emily blew a kiss in her direction. I straddled Em's face, and Mandy took a trip to the valley. Arousal was at its peak, spirits were high, and we were all feeling reckless. I reluctantly arose from my perch on Em's face, and coaxed Mandy to trade positions with Emily. I strapped on Em's toy du jour, and approached her from the rear. Mandy was busy with her pussy, so I had no choice. I eased that big, black cock head into her ass hole, and pressed firmly. Em whimpered at the entry, but I noticed her intensity at Mandy's pussy accelerated. Mandy took on new lyrics, and sang for old Glory. (There wasn't a flag in sight.) The fever-pitched sexual tension had subsided a little, and we were re-living our escapades while lounging in the pool. The three of us had wrapped our arms around each other forming a circle as we treaded water in the glistening pool. I wondered to myself as we paddled in this manner if anyone had ever seen six more beautiful female breasts floating on crystal clear water before. The novelty here was that there were six nipples practically touching its respective neighbor nipple with each sudden movement of water. We all watched and said nothing.