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The Divorcee and the Yard Boy

By: SpartanWitherby



It had been eight months since the divorce.

She could still remember the gut-wrenching sight of her husband, whom she had intended to surprise with a dinner date while he worked late, bending his secretary over the desk in his office, her skirt high and her panties low. The buxom blonde was shaking as he pounded himself into her, and he was gasping so much that it took him a second to register that the door had opened.

And his excuse! She was too experienced, he said. He wanted someone more innocent, someone he could mold. Plus, he said, he wanted someone with bigger tits. He had spent a long enough time kneading and sucking on her 36Cs, though.

The betrayal and the subsequent drawn-out divorce proceedings made her withdraw from the world. Her friends said she should get out and date, or at least fuck, but she hadn't been up for it. Warm baths and vibrators had been her paramours.

But that had begun to change. The other night, she had gone to a bar, nervous and fidgety. A couple of drinks later, her awkwardness had faded. Two drinks after that, and she was on her back in her bed, a handsome guy (who had bought one of those drinks) fucking her silly. She had almost forgotten how good it felt to have a long, smooth cock -- a real dick -- between her legs. And the next day as he showered, she hopped in with him, got down on her knees, and washed his cock with her tongue as hot water spread in curtains over her. 

She smiled as she remembered.

The sound of her shed's rattling door caught her attention. Oh, right, it was Tuesday, when Danny came over. She had hired him, the boyfriend of a friend's daughter, some time in the fall. She needed someone to tend things now that she lived alone; he needed money. Usually, she was at work when he came over, but her schedule had changed. Unaccustomed to someone else on her property, she leaned back in her office chair and saw him pulling out the lawnmower. 

Her newly reawakened sex drive took in his tall, muscular frame, his short, sandy hair, and his snug T-shirt. He was eighteen now, heading off to college in just a few weeks. Maybe a little fling with him would be just the thing. 

***

She had brushed out her curly black hair. The flowery, knee-length sun dress she had changed into had spaghetti straps that exposed her pale shoulders and a generous amount of cleavage. She needed to start tanning, she thought. Still, she figured a 30-year-old sex bomb could seduce the teenager outside. The set-up was a bit trite, like a bad porn flick, but what could it hurt?

"Danny!" she called out. He still had the mower running, but he saw her waving from the patio door. He turned off the engine.

"I need your help with something inside."

"Do you want me to finish the lawn first, Mrs. White?"

"No, " (God no, she thought as her pussy tingled in anticipation) "I'll finish it tomorrow. I need your help moving some things." That was true; she had to go through some boxes in the guest bedroom closet. She had planned to do it in the winter, but this would get Danny where she wanted him.

She led him upstairs and told him the plan: She would get on the footstool, pull down boxes, and hand them to him. He'd put them on the floor so she could reorganize them.

She had moved a few boxes, straining and stretching far more than necessary, when she glanced down out of the corner of her eye and saw what she had hoped.

"Danny! Are you looking up my dress?"

"Uh, n-no, Mrs. White. Sorry, I was just looking up."

"Yeah, looking up my dress! Trying to see my ass!"

"N-no. Honest." He backed away as she came down the steps, her eyes fuming with false rage.

"You weren't, huh?"

"No, I swear!"

She let a pout form on her lips. "God, Bill was right. My ex-husband? Said I had let myself go. I thought it was so cruel, but maybe he's right. Not even an 18-year-old male -- horniness incarnate -- thinks I have a nice ass anymore."

Danny was obviously confused. "Mrs. White, don't say that. That was a mean thing for him to say. You do have a nice ass."

"But you said you weren't looking. You couldn't even be bothered to sneak a peak up my dress."

"Uh." 

She pressed her advantage. "Well, which is it? Did you look or not? Neither sounds very sincere at the moment. Let's settle this once and for all." With that, and before he could react, she turned around, leaned forward, grabbed the hem of her dress, and lifted it high.

She was wearing a green lace thong, and she felt the rush of cold air on her naked cheeks as she gave Danny a nice look at it. She could hear him gulp. She looked back.

"Well? Is it a nice ass or not?"

"Uh, very nice, Mrs. White."

"Oh, come on, Danny. You said that before. I want to know you're sincere. You don't want me to think you're just being polite, do you? Put your hands on it; let me know you mean it when you compliment me."

There was a pause, and he stepped forward. He put his hands on her ass. She let out a little sigh as she felt them, not too soft and not too rough. She wondered briefly how his fist would feel in her pussy.

"Is it a firm ass, would you say? Am I over the hill? Give it a squeeze." Another pause, and she felt his fingers clench.

"Okay, it's a nice ass, Mrs. White." She turned her head to him, gave him a smile, and said, "Would you like to fuck me, Danny?"

His hands fell away. "I...I can't."

She stood up and turned to him, letting her dress fall again. She leaned toward him and huskily asked, "Why not?"

"I have a girlfriend."

"Well, I won't tell her if you don't."

"I...I really shouldn't."

"Wow, she must be really putting out if you're turning away no-strings-attached sex." She knew his girlfriend wasn't doing any such thing. Molly Fisher was, if anything, more of a prude than her mother.

"Well, we've decided to wait until we're married."

She felt like gagging. "You know what, Danny? That is utter bullshit. Let me tell you something: Your sexual prime -- your highest stamina, your strongest orgasms, your hardest dick -- is right now. Do you know when your girlfriend's is?"

"No."

"In her early thirties. So it's no problem for her to wait, but she's wasting the best sexual years of your life. Does that seem fair?"

"I guess when you put it that way, no. But I made a promise."

"Like I said, I won't tell if you don't. She won't know."

"But I would."

"What are you, the last decent guy in America? Okay, maybe I came on too strong. You know, Danny, I'd really like to fuck you." He gulped again. "But I can see you need to take things slowly. Let me ask you: When you make out with your girlfriend, do you try and feel her up?" He nodded. "And slide your hands up between her legs?" He nodded again, gulped, and blushed. How cute. "And she pushes you away. Advance and retreat, advance and retreat. It's like a game you teenagers play."

"I want to play a different game. This game has one rule: You tell me to do it, and I do it. That way, we can do as much or as little as you want. You can keep it at your pace." She had no intention of letting him do a little, but she wanted him at his ease.

"I'll give you an example. Tell me to lift my dress." 

"I don't think I should, Mrs. White."

"Oh, please. You've already seen my panties, right? Besides, you wouldn't want me to tell Jenny Fisher that you grabbed my ass, would you?" That got his attention. Molly Fisher's mom didn't like Danny very much, and hearing that he had grabbed her ass would send her over the deep end.

"But you told me to!"

"Yes, but I'd leave that part out when I told Jenny about it. Who do you think she'll believe?"

He swallowed again.

"Tell me to lift my dress, or I'll talk about your wandering hands."

He got quiet. "Okay. Lift your dress."

She smiled at him, grabbed the sides, and hiked the dress up until the hem was about an inch below her crotch.

"Tell me to lift it higher." He was sweating now.

"Lift it higher." She moved her hands a little higher until the hem sat just a hairsbreadth below her crotch.

"Say, 'I want to see your panties. Lift your hem up to your tits'. You have to be clear, Danny."

Defeated, he repeated her words. She smiled more widely, and did as he had said. The front of her thong arced into a small triangle covering her pussy. Above that, her firm tummy was silky smooth. She could see his trousers swelling. She looked at it pointedly and licked her lips. She dropped her dress again.

"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" He gulped and shook his head.

"Now tell me to come and kiss you."

"Come and kiss me." She stepped forward, put her arms on his shoulders, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed his lips.

"A kiss isn't so bad is it? It's just a kiss. Tell me to French you."

"Make out with me." Ah, he was beginning to improvise. Very nice. She parted her lips and stretched up to his waiting mouth. Her tongue slid into his mouth and began to move seductively against his.

They made out, his hands on her waist, for a few minutes. She pulled away and whispered, "My bra matches my panties." His eyes widened. "Would you like to see?"

He nodded, silently. She leaned back in and said, "Then tell me to show it to you."

He hesitated and then said, "Let me see your bra." She pulled the spaghetti straps down her shoulders, unbuttoned the top two buttons of her dress, and pulled the fabric forward. He was tall enough to see down the front, to see the cups of the strapless, green lace bra she was wearing. She held the front of her dress out for a beat, and then pulled it back against herself and buttoned one of the buttons.

"Did you see enough?"

"Yeah."

"Really? I don't think that's what you meant when you said you wanted to see my bra. I think you thought you were going to see it all."

She paused, and kissed his neck. "Tell me to take off my dress, Danny."

"Mrs. White, I really don't think that's a good idea. I've been bad enough as it is. I just can't do this to Molly."

"Danny, right now I could tell Jenny Fisher that you looked up my dress, grabbed my ass, and kissed me while telling me to get undressed. I can tell her that you forced yourself on me and that I fought you off. I'm seeing her Thursday for coffee. Should I do that?"

"Please don't, Mrs. White. We both know that would be a lie."

"Or I can just say nothing at all. But if you want my silence, you have to fuck me. Do that, and I won't breathe a word -- ever -- to Jenny Fisher. You can keep trying to feel up her prissy little daughter. You can even marry her for all I care. I just want to have some fun."

She had won, and they both knew it. "Okay," he said, and straightened up a little bit. "Take off your goddamn dress."

She pulled her arms out of the straps, unbuttoned the three buttons that were still closed, and slid her hands seductively down her body to her dress's hem. She lifted it past her panties, past her bra, and up over her head. 

She stood in front of him, wearing a strapless green lace bra and green lace thong panties. She looked good, and she knew it. She let her eyes slide to his crotch and saw it swelling. She reached her hand down to her pussy and began to stroke it through the fabric. "Mmmmm," she crooned.

"Danny, sit down on that chair, and tell me to come make out with you again."

He stepped over, sat down, and patted his lap. "Come and kiss me." He sounded more confident. He had obviously decided to just go with it.

She walked over to him, and climbed on his lap to make out with him. Her tits were touching his chest as she bent down to kiss him. She pulled her mouth away after a minute and began to slide her tongue over his cheek, around his ear, and across his neck. She pushed her pussy against his crotch. He moaned.

"You know, Danny, there's a corollary to the game's rule."

"What's that?" he asked as her mouth explored him.

"I have to do anything you tell me. That also means you can do anything you want to me, and I'm not allowed to stop you. You could slide your hands down to my ass and squeeze it, for instance."

Tentatively, he slid his hands down her back and onto her ass. He squeezed, more earnestly and strongly than he had before.

"Mm hmm. And you could slide those hands off my ass, onto my hips, and up to my tits." She felt his cock swell some more as she went back to kissing him. God, she couldn't wait to get that teenage dick inside her. Another pause, and his hands followed the path up to her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard, and he felt them through the fabric of her bra before cupping his hands around her tits and squeezing them. She moaned in pleasure.

"You could even move your hands over my sides to my back and unhook that bra so you could suck on my nipples and feel my bare tits against your face." His hands began to slide around her bra, and she lifted her arms a bit to let him get his hands through. He fumbled with the clasp a bit, but then figured it out and unhooked it. He let go of the fabric and the bra began to fall. She grabbed it and threw it across the room.

They were breathing heavily now, enjoying the feel of each other. Danny looked up at her, then down at her tits, and lifted one up to his mouth. He kissed the nipple tenderly, then let his tongue play with it, and then began to suck at her tit. She wrapped a hand around his head and pulled him close.

"I can't believe this is happening," he said when he pulled his lips away.

"It's like a dream, isn't it? And here you were not wanting to enjoy yourself." He grunted, perhaps just a tad guiltily, but then sucked her tits with gusto. She had a wicked thought.

"Are you afraid that you'll wake up tomorrow and find out that this didn't happen?" He nodded, absent-mindedly, not really paying attention as one hand massaged her tit while another slid down her back and onto her ass.

"Maybe we should give you some proof, then." He pulled his mouth away with a smack and looked up at her with a question in his eyes. 

"Tell me Danny," she whispered. "Does your cell phone have a camera?" He swallowed and nodded, vigorously. "Tell me to climb on the bed and put my bra back on." He looked puzzled and she leaned in close to breathe against his ear, "trust me."

He repeated her instructions back to her, and she put her bra back on and kneeled on the bed, looking at him provocatively. She straightened her back and pushed out her chest as she moved her hands up to her tits.

"Remember: I couldn't stop you if you took a picture of me like this." His eyes got wide and he fumbled his phone out of his pocket. He flipped it open, pushed some buttons, and snapped a pic. She slid her hands up behind her head and pushed up her hair, making a little pouty face for him. She moved her hands down to the bed and got on to her hands and knees, still looking at him and licking her lips. The camera clicked again. She lifted up so she was on her knees again, and flipped her hands behind her back, right at the clasp. She paused, and the camera clicked. She unhooked the bra, and moved her hands around to the front, so that the ends fell down her sides but her breasts were still covered. The camera clicked again. She put her hands back behind her head, and the camera clicked as the bra fell to the bed. She crawled forward, looking at Danny, her breasts swinging, and heard the click. She climbed out of bed, stood up, cocked one hip up, and slid her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Danny gulped. He couldn't click the camera fast enough. She slid her right hand to the waistline just below her belly button, and shifted her hand so that all her fingers were pushed down against her pussy. The camera clicked. She repositioned her hand with the thumb in the waist band by her hip and tugged that side down just a bit.

"Say, 'Get naked'". Danny licked his lips and smiled. "Strip. I want you completely naked." 

She pulled her panties down and bent forward, letting her tits hang down. The camera clicked again. She stood up, exposing a pussy decorated with a small strip of hair. Click.

"Turn around," he said. She did, slowly, and the camera clicked some more.

"Now, Danny," she said, as she walked up to him. "You're going to be a gentleman about those photos, right? You're not going to show them to your friends tomorrow at school, are you?"

"No, Mrs. White. I promise."

"Hmm, that's too bad. I like the idea of all those teenage boys masturbating about me. I like to imagine them picturing you in a room with a beautiful, naked woman who's doing anything you want." She paused. "You do what you want with those pictures. I can't stop you, right?"

"No, you can't."

"Tell me, Danny: Do you ever look at porn?" He swallowed again and shook his head. She loved how he switched from confident man to unsure teenager.

"Oh, come on. I'm standing here naked. I don't have any secrets from you. You can be honest. Do you look at porn?"

He nodded.

"What kind of porn do you like?"

"Uh. A bunch of ones." She guessed it was too much to expect a lot of sexual sophistication from a virgin. She decided to press him.

She leaned in and looked up at him. "Do you like porn where the woman sucks a guy's dick?" He nodded again. "Why don't you tell me to take off your shirt and kiss your chest." His throat was dry, so he just nodded and croaked, "Yes, do that."

"Okay, but next time you have to be explicit. Next time you'll say, 'Take off my shorts'." She untucked his shirt and slid her hands up along his buff, naked chest as she kissed him. She lifted his shirt up and off his body.

"God, you're ripped. Do you work out?"

"I'm on the water polo team at school."

She kissed his neck and then moved her mouth down his chest. She licked and kissed and teased up and down his pecs. Then she stepped back, put her hands on his hips, and bent over so she could do the same to his stomach. Her whole back stretched out in front of him. Click. 

"You have a really nice ass, Mrs. White."

"Thank you, Danny. That's nice to hear." She moved her lips down his stomach, and slid her tongue under the waistband of his shorts. 

"Oh my god, that feels good," he said.

"What do you say next, Danny?"

"Take off my shorts and suck my dick!" Ah, now that was nice to hear.

She knelt down in front of him, looked up at his face, and unbuttoned his shorts. She pulled the flaps open so that the zipper came undone as well. Boxer briefs: Nice choice, she thought. She licked his cock through the fabric, hooked her fingers into the waistband of his underwear, and pulled them down to his ankles. He stepped out of the shorts, and his rock-hard cock jiggled in her face. 

"Now tell me, Danny. Do you want me to swallow your cum straight from your cock, or do you want to cum all over my face and watch me scrape it into my mouth with my fingers? You have to be explicit."

"I want to cum on your face. I want to see my spunk on your cheeks and in your hair. I want to see you use a finger to scoop it into your mouth." He was talking dirty now.

She slid her tongue up from the root of his seven-inch cock all the way to the tip, circling it with her tongue. She made a little O with her mouth, and slid it over his cock, letting her tongue continue to swirl around the tip. She looked up into a cell phone. Click.

She had been teasing him for a while, and he hadn't had sex before, so it was no surprise when she felt him tense up after two pumps of her head onto his dick. She pulled back, grabbed his cock, closed her eyes, and felt a shot of cum land on her face as he yelled out. She jerked his cock and another shot hit her forehead. She squeezed his dick again and turned slightly so that a shot hit her cheek. She felt him shudder in pleasure, and his knees wobbled.

Click. Oh, nice. She didn't know how he had managed to hold onto his cell phone this whole time. Oh, well. She wondered if he would show it to his water polo buddies. She imagined the whole team masturbating at once, stiff cocks out in front.


The Divorcee and the Yard Boy Ch. 02



Gloria White stepped out of the shower, her body tingling in anticipation. Two weeks ago, she had seduced her virginal yard boy. She had told him they would fuck again today, but she had told him to bring another water polo player like himself.

She hadn't told him that she had never taken on two men at once.

She knew they'd be showing up soon, so she wrapped a towel around herself. It was cream-colored and almost wide enough to cover her tits and all of her ass. Almost. She hooked one corner into the wrap so the towel would stay up, and went to the couch, flipping through magazines until the doorbell rang.

She scooted back to the bathroom and called out, "Come in! It's open!" She heard the knob turn, the door swing open, and then close and latch. She came out of the bathroom ruffling her fingers through her wet hair as if she had just stepped out of the shower.

Danny had delivered. Next to him was a redheaded boy with a shirt that clung to his hard frame. Water polo, she thought. Who knew?

"Hi, I'm Gloria," she said, pressing her left hand to the towel and extending her right hand for him to shake. He stared at her cleavage until Danny slapped his arm. He put out his hand. "Uh, I'm Brian."

"Brian, did Danny tell you about when he and I had sex?" 

"Yeah, I saw the photos on his cell phone."

"Did he seem happy?"

"Fuck, yeah!"

"That's good to know." She looked at Danny. "Wouldn't want to have disappointed." 

The boys let out halting, quiet laughs.

"Have you ever had sex, Brian?"

"Yeah, my last girlfriend." 

"An ex? How long have you gone without a nice, honest fuck?"

"Uh, 2 months?"

"God, don't they teach these girls anything at your school? A buff jock like you should have girls on their hands and knees." Brian nodded his head. "Well, you'll get one that way today, at least." His eyes widened, and he looked at Danny. 

"I told you, man," said her yard boy, "she's a slut."

"Would you boys like something to drink? Water? Lemonade? Beer?"

The two studs looked at each other. "A beer if you've got one," said Danny.

"Okay, but before I get you something to drink, I have to tell you something. You've both been very bad guests."

Brian looked confused. 

"I'm standing here with virtually nothing covering me. And let me tell you, boys, that it really is virtually nothing." Brian's eyes drifted down her towel. "And you two are fully clothed. It's very rude. I'll get you beers, but while I'm doing that, I want you boys to take off everything except your underwear. Are we clear on protocol here?"

The two boys nodded and dropped their backpacks. "Be sure to watch me as I go," she said. She walked over to the kitchen, making sure to swing her hips and hike up the towel just a bit so the two boys could see a bit more of her ass. She got to the kitchen and looked back. Brian and Danny were still looking at her, but they were taking off their shirts to expose tight chests. She stood up on her tiptoes to get glasses from the top of the cupboard, and she felt her wet skin get cool as her towel lifted more. 

She looked back. "Keep going, boys." They still had their jeans on, but had stopped to stare. They quickly moved their hands to the buttons. She walked over to the refrigerator, but with the two boys out of the line of sight, she just reached in and grabbed two bottles. Had they been in line of sight, she would have bent from the waist.

She came back with the two beers and admired the sight. Danny, whom she knew to be a fan of boxer briefs, was wearing a tight white pair that did nothing to conceal his hard, 7-inch dick. Brian was a boxer guy, it turned out, which made it hard to gauge an exact size. It looked big, however, if the bulge was any indication.

She handed them the beers. They clinked the necks and each guzzled down half their bottles. She turned her head, watching each one in turn.

As they lowered their bottles, she said, "Well, here I was chiding you for being bad guests, and now I'm being a bad host. I'm wearing two things, and you're each wearing one."

Danny spoke up. "God, Gloria. I was just going to say something. I mean, what about your manners?" He had learned well from their last time.

She smiled and tucked her thumbs into the clinging towel. She quickly pulled them apart, loosening the towel. She let it fall to the floor. "Is that better?"

Both boys let their eyes feast on her for a moment. They licked their lips as they saw her 36C tits with their rock-hard nipples. But, almost as one, their eyes fell to her crotch. She was wearing a simple, white G-String with ties on the side. The tiny triangle of fabric barely covered her pussy, and she turned to let them enjoy the site of her ass with nothing but a string slung over the hips and between her cheeks.

Danny said, "Much better!" Brian nodded, and took another gulp of beer. She stepped out of the towel that had pooled on the floor and towards her two lovers.

"You know, I think I should fuck more water polo players." She ran one hand down each of their chests, feeling the way the hard lines of their muscles twitched as her fingers caressed them. She leaned over to Brian and began licking up and down his chest as her hand fondled Danny's. Then she switched. God, two chests to lick. She could get used to this.

She kissed and nibbled some more and then backed up. "Again with the bad manners. I'm licking your chest and making each of you feel good. How about returning the favor?" Brian and Danny closed the distance, and each one grabbed a tit and began squeezing it. Brian was rougher, kneading her breast and pulling at her nipple. Danny kissed her neck as he stroked her skin. She leaned back her head and the two heads went down, each one taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking.

Holy shit. Why hadn't she ever done this before? Normally, one nipple got lonely as the other got sucked. But both of her nipples were tingling and swelling as the warm mouths worked them over. She put a hand behind each boy's head and pulled them in, letting them take large mouthfuls of her tits. True to form, Brian let her feel his teeth, not quite biting but letting her know he could. Danny licked and sucked vigorously.

After a couple of minutes of her tits feeling on fire, she felt a hand slide down her stomach and onto her pussy. Slowly, it began to rub up and down, and she moaned and spread her legs a bit. She imagined Brian roughly kneading both her tits as Danny fucked her with his hand. 

"I've tried to make sure there's plenty to share, boys," she said. "You see, there are even two ties on my panties. One for each of you." Brian and Danny grinned, and slid a hand each down to the ties resting at her hips. They each grabbed a long string and pulled, undoing the simple knots. Brian let his side go first, but Danny quickly followed suit, and the frail white cloth fluttered to the floor.

"What do you think?" While taking her shower, she had shaved her pussy completely. It still tingled from the treatment.

Danny nodded in approval, and Brian stared directly at her bald crotch.

"Brian, come over here and put your hand between my legs." He lunged forward and did as she asked. "How does it feel?"

"Smooth," he said. Then he grinned as he looked at her and pulled his hand away. "And wet."

"Mm, yeah. I'll bet your dick is just going to slide right in, I'm so wet." He nodded again.

"Boys? Manners?"

Danny and Brian quickly hooked their thumbs into their underwear and pulled them down, stepping out of them. Three small piles of clothes decorated the area, and two hard cocks stood straight out. Brian's was a little shorter than Danny's, but also thicker. She put out her hands and wrapped each one around a hard cock. She began gently stroking and squeezing them as she kissed first one boy and then the other. Danny kneaded her tits while Brian reached one hand back between her legs and another around her ass. 

She leaned forward and kissed Danny and then began to slide down his neck. He moaned as he caressed her breasts. Brian pulled one hand back and slapped her ass. "Plenty to go around, you said." She smiled and moved her lips to his neck. She tilted her head down a bit more and began to lick his chest as she stroked the two cocks. 

She swung her head over to Danny and began licking around his nipples. She was breathing hard already, thanks to the four hands sliding all around her body.

She decided to take a break and slid down until she was on her knees, the two dicks bobbing in front of her face.

She licked Danny's from root to tip, watching him the whole time. Then she did the same for Brian. She put her hands around the boys' asses and pulled them close enough so that she could make a figure 8, her tongue looping over one cock's head before sliding over to the other.

"Two dicks. One mouth. Let's see if I can manage that." She opened her mouth enough to suck in David's cock. She gave it a quick lick while her lips caressed it. She put up a hand, held his cock, and then opened her mouth wide. She grabbed Brian's cock and began to squeeze it in, adjusting David so that she could fit both. She could only get the heads of the two dicks in, but she bobbed back and forth a bit as best she could, running her tongue around the heads while she fought the urge to gag. She pulled back.

"Ooh, Brian. You're so hard. Would you like me to suck you dry?" Brian nodded quickly and closed his eyes.

"Plenty to share, you said," said Danny. "Do I just sit here and wait while you blow Brian?"

"Not at all, Danny." She stood up, and turned her ass to her yard boy, facing Brian directly. "Step back," she said to the redhead.

Brian stepped back a foot and Gloria bent over at the waist, moving her mouth to just in front of his hard cock and putting her hands on his hips. She looked back at Danny. "You'll be fucking me while I'm doing it." Danny whooped and positioned himself behind her. She dipped her head forward, taking Brian's dick in her mouth as she felt Danny enter her.

A cock in her mouth and another between her legs. Holy fucking shit, this felt good. At first, the three struggled to find a rhythm, but after a few strokes, they figured it out. Danny had his hands on her hips, pushing into her as she went down on Brian. The pulling and pushing moved in sync: That meant Gloria spent half the time with a cock deep up her pussy with another one far into her mouth. When each boy pulled back, she felt empty until they plunged forward again.

She could hear them moaning and her mouth slurping around Brian's dick. Her pussy was making squishing noises as Danny plumbed her wet, warm depths.

She felt Brian's dick begin to tense. No fair, she thought. But she moved one hand down his hips and cupped his balls. A quick fondle and stroke, and his cum was shooting down her throat. She swallowed and gulped, but a little dribbled out the side of her mouth.

"Dude, I just came in her mouth," said Brian. He put his hands behind her head and held his cock in place, continuing to thrust in time with Danny. "Fuck her, man. Cum in her pussy so it's dripping from both ends."

Danny picked up his pace, moving faster and faster, pounding Gloria into Brian's crotch. A few strokes later, he yelled and began to pump hot semen into her cunt.

"Fuck!" he shouted. He panted a bit and pulled his dick out with a slurp. Brian released her head and she pulled off of his cock and stood up.

"So soon, boys?" she asked with a pout. "I'll take comfort in the fact that you'll last longer the second time." Brian's eyes got big, but Danny just punched his arm. "Told you, dude."

"You boys sit here. I'll go get us a movie to watch." She turned, and then turned back, her hands on her tits. She jiggled them while the boys watched, and then tilted down her head as she lifted one up. Her tongue stretched out and licked across her nipple.

"And then we'll see if you're up for fucking me again."

She had a couple dozen pornos in her bedroom closet, and she picked out one about naughty schoolgirls and harsh teachers. She brought it back to living room and popped it in the VCR, arcing her ass up and giving it a little wiggle as the boys watched her bend over.

Danny patted the couch between them, but Gloria shook her head and lay down on the floor, her head towards the tv and her pussy towards the boys. She spread her legs so they could stare right at her pussy. Danny's cum still dripped out of it.

"Two men, two shows. That seems fair, right?" They nodded.

She slid a finger into her mouth and then moved it down to her pussy. She took another hand and cupped her breast, massaging it and pulling at the nipple. Behind her, the blonde girl came into the teacher's office to talk about her failing grade.

Danny and Brian couldn't figure out where to look. Their eyes flitted back and forth between the schoolgirl and Gloria. She began to slide her finger up and down her cunt, teasing her clit with each pass. She let out a little moan as the blonde girl asked if there was anything she could do to improve her grade.

Her left hand continued to knead and massage her tit as her right hand stroked up and down. A little faster. A little faster. On the tv, the girl lifted her skirt to show the teacher her white panties. Danny and Brian were focused on the show.

"Would you like to see me dressed as a schoolgirl, boys? Offering to do anything to improve my grade? Begging for the chance to not fail?" They looked down at her and licked their lips. Both had moved their hands to their laps and started stroking, but neither was hard again. She began to move her finger in little circles and added a second one. On the tv, the girl's shirt had been unbuttoned, exposing big breasts in a plain bra. The false nervousness the actress had shown at the beginning had been replaced with a cunning smile.

Before long, Gloria was breathing faster as her fingers worked her magic. Behind her, the schoolgirl had stripped out of her blouse, her bra, and her skirt. She leaned over the teacher, her breasts dangling in his face, and asked if there was anything else she could do. The teacher spread his legs and told her to kneel in front of him.

Gloria's fingers sped up as the girl behind her knelt down, unzipped her teacher's pants and pulled out a long, thick dick. Dressed in nothing but her panties, the schoolgirl slid her head down the teacher's cock. 

Gloria and the schoolgirl were each moaning. Danny and Brian were still looking at one show and then the other. That changed when she started to moan more loudly. "Oh, boys. I'm going to cum all over my hand. Imagine how slick my pussy's going to feel, Brian, when you finally shove your cock into it." That had their attention. With a loud moan, she orgasmed. Her body shook, and she relaxed. Her back had arched while she fingered herself with the two boys watching her.

She opened her eyes and saw her lovers' cocks at full attention. Ready for a second round. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing was fast, and her pussy was slick. She stood up and smiled at Danny and Brian.

"Let's go to my bedroom," she said. The schoolgirl was by now on the teacher's desk, panties off, legs spread, and panting hard as the man's long, thick cock slammed into her. She left the movie on, but the boys followed without a backwards glance.

"Ooh, there's something I've always wanted to try. Brian, lie down on the bed. Get your crotch as close to the edge as possible." He practically leapt onto the mattress. His dick lifted straight into the air. He scooted down.

"You keep that cock stiff for me, you hear?" He nodded. She moved to the nightstand by the side of the bed, opened a drawer, and pulled out some lube. She squirted a thick gob in her hand, walked over to Danny, and began kissing him. Brian watched eagerly as Danny squeezed her tits and as Gloria began to coat his dick with the lube.

When he was hard and slick, she climbed on top of Brian and lowered herself onto his cock. He moaned as he entered her wet pussy. She slid herself all the way down, slowly, and stopped when his cock was all the way in. She looked over her shoulder at Danny, and reached around to her ass, pulling the cheeks apart and exposing her tiny asshole.

"Now, Danny, you're aiming for my ass." His eyes got huge, and he moved closer. "Just go slow; I've never had a guy in my cunt and another in my ass before." She looked down at Brian, whose eyes were also popping out of his head. "You ready, Brian?" He nodded and gulped.

Behind her, she felt Danny put his hands on her ass. They were shaking. She tilted her head back and looked at him as her tits jutted out. Brian reached up to caress them. "Danny?"

"Yes, Gloria?"

"Kiss me deeply." He bent his head over and dug his tongue deep between her lips as Brian continued to fondle her breasts. After a minute, Danny pulled away.

"Danny?"

"Yes, Gloria?"

"Fuck my ass."

He smiled, wrapped his hand around his cock, and began to guide it in. He moved slowly, putting a bit more pressure on at a time. Then the head of his dick popped in, and Gloria let out a loud, guttural cry. Why the fuck hadn't she done this before? Danny pushed his whole shaft in, slowly, slowly, slowly, and Gloria began to feel herself coming. She had never felt anything like this. She felt so full of stiff cock she couldn't stand it.

And then she started moving up and down slowly, just a little at first, on Brian's cock.

Her body began to shudder, and she let out a loud, animal moan as she came. She put one hand behind Danny's neck, keeping his cock deep in her ass as she rode Brian's. She felt like she might pass out, the orgasm had been so intense. Danny was moving in and out, and she was moving up and down on Brian. She was panting and sweating. She came again. She couldn't even register what the boys were doing: She was lost in a sea of pleasure.

The boys kept pumping her, and she did her best to hold on as her body shook with waves of orgasms. Some dim part of her mind registered that Brian's cock was tensing. Then it registered that Danny's was, too.

She breathed heavily and then felt Danny and Brian both push in deep as they shot loads of cum inside of her. She screamed in pleasure as one-no-two-no-three pulses of cum flooded her pussy and her ass simultaneously.

Danny pulled out of her ass with a pop, and she collapsed on top of Brian. Her hair was soaked, and her body was slick from the sweat. She felt Danny's cum trickling down inside her ass while Brian's slid down from her legs. She could barely catch her breath. She didn't know how many times she had orgasmed.

She lay there for a while. Danny had laid down on the bed next to Brian, stroking her back.

Eventually, her senses quieted, and she pushed herself up. Brian's dick, though limp, was still resting inside her pussy.

"Did you like that, boys?" They looked at each other, and Danny and Brian started laughing. Giggles at first, and then loud chuckles. Gloria smiled and started laughing, too. They laughed for a few minutes, and Gloria rolled in between the two of them, putting her hands up to tousle their hair. She could lay like this for hours, sandwiched between two young men. 

But they were young men, who had to get back to their homes. She sighed, stood up, and reached into her closet for a short silk robe.

She looked back at them. "Get up and get showered; we can't have your parents knowing that Mrs. White is fucking their boys senseless. And vice versa." Danny and Brian looked at each other uncertainly when she told them to shower. 

"I'd love to see the two of you in a small shower together, all soapy and hard," she purred. They gulped. "But don't worry. I have a shower here and down the hall. They let out a big whoosh of air.

She walked over to them, swooshing her hips, and leaned down over them, putting a hand on each one's chest. "But think about it, boys. If I got to watch you two playing with each other in the shower." She paused and looked back and forth between them. They were breathing fast. "I would let you do whatever the fuck you wanted to me for the rest of the summer. I'd be your sex slave. Want to fuck me in the ass, too, Brian? I'd let you. Want a blow job before school? Piece of cake. Want me to fuck your friends? Just ask. Want to see what I look like with cum all over my face? Want photos and videos of me naked and slutty to take with you to college?" Their eyes were wide, and she could feel their hearts beating fast. 




The Divorcee and the Yard Boy Ch. 03



Gloria was tired of waiting. Two weeks ago, she had promised her yard boy, Danny, and his friend Brian that she would be their sex slave for the rest of the summer.

All they had to was make out with each other and taste each other's cum while soaping each other up in a small shower.

She thought it would be an easy sell. Forty minutes or so of some man-on-man time versus 8 weeks of debauchery with her. She had had sex with another girl by the time she was 16, after all. But she had underestimated the fear of seeming "gay."

Today was Thursday, Danny's normal yard work day, and she was determined to overcome that obstacle. She really wanted to see them going at it, and she couldn't wait to be fucked for 2 months straight by the two hot men.

The doorbell rang. At the door were Danny and Brian, big grins on their faces. Gloria was wearing an off-the-shoulder white shirt that exposed her midriff and a tight pair of jeans. Her lips were glistening red from the lipstick she had used, and the soft curls of her black hair tumbled down to her shoulders. Anyone with half a brain could figure out she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Man, you are hot!" said Brian.

She smiled. "Have you boys considered my offer?"

Danny blushed. "I ... I don't know, Gloria. It's ... I'm not into guys."

"I didn't ask if you were into guys. I asked if you would play out a little scene for me."

"It seems weird. But Brian and I were thinking, maybe, we could just fool around today?"

The thought had crossed her mind as well. But she held firm. "No sex until you pay the piper, Danny. But if you do ... just imagine all the sex we'd have. Think of the positions. Think of me getting naked right now, just because you tell me to. But if you don't want to do that, you have chores to do. Brian, I'm not paying you to do yardwork, so you can hang out in the backyard."

The boys gaped. She arched an eyebrow. "You have your fantasies, boys. I have mine." She closed the door.

She walked to her office, where she had left the blinds down but the windows open a crack. She wanted to know if they were talking about it.

"Dude, I told you, we should do it," Brian said.

"I don't know, man, it's just so gay."

"It's gay to want a beautiful woman who will fuck you any way you want? Think what you're passing up, man. I know your girlfriend isn't putting out, that's for sure. Think if you had showed up today and just said, 'Take off that tight white shirt and show me your tits. Then take off your jeans, kneel, and suck my cock deep.' Think about it, man! Imagine her head bobbing up and down on your rod."

"That would be hot."

"So we go through the little shower scene for, like, half an hour, and that's what you get. Man, I'd love to bend her over a table and shove my dick between those sweet legs. Wouldn't you?"

"Well, sure, but I'm just weirded out by the shower thing."

She was glad to hear Brian was game. Danny sounded like he was wavering. Time to put her second idea into effect.

After about half an hour, she walked outside. Brian was sitting on a deck chair and Danny was pulling weeds in her garden. Brian looked up and let out a low whistle. Danny looked over.

Gloria was dressed in a small yellow bikini. The top only had small triangles that barely covered the nipples on her 36C breasts. The bottom was slim and tied at the hips. She had a towel over one arm.

"You boys don't mind if I sunbathe, do you? I'm trying to get a good tan during the summer, and I'm grabbing every free moment I can." The two boys shook their heads. She grabbed a lounge chair from the patio and pulled it out a sunny spot, making sure to bend from the waist so Danny and Brian could see her ass. The bikini fabric had tucked in a bit, leaving little to the imagination.

She laid out her towel on the chair and sat on one edge. Slowly, she squirted suntan lotion onto her hands and rubbed it all over. She looked at the boys frankly. They were looking back.

She turned and laid down on her stomach, her arms under her head.

"Oh, I almost forgot," she said loudly. She sat up, untied her bikini top, and let the triangles and string hang in front as she laid back down. "Wouldn't want any tan lines, would we? And you boys have seen it all already."

She laid there for about five minutes and then rolled onto her back. Both boys were looking, so she untied the knot behind her neck and pulled off the top. Her tits pooled on her chest, and she squirted some more lotion onto them and began to rub it in.

"Danny? Aren't you working today?" He slowly turned back to his chores. "Jesus!" she heard Brian say.

"Yo, Gloria." Brian had moved closer to her. "I'm working on Danny, but he's flipping out."

She sighed, letting her chest heave. "I know, Brian. I'm glad you're on my side, though."

"Well, it's a bit weird to imagine. But fuck I want you as a sex toy. I'd suck his dick once for that."

"God that would be hot. Maybe he still needs some convincing. Maybe you should point out that I'll get tan lines in my current situation. At least you'll get a nice look until we can convince him." 

Brian grinned and raised his voice. "I thought you said you didn't want tan lines, Gloria. That bikini bottom is going to leave you with a big white triangle over your pussy."

"Ooh, you're right," she said. Danny was looking again as she reached one hand down to the hip facing away from him. She untied the bow and moved her hand to the hip closest to him. She undid the other bow. She lifted her hips a little and pulled the skimpy fabric away.

"Aw, man. She still has that bald pussy. Come here and look, Danny."

"Brian, Danny has to finish his yardwork. I'm not paying him to stand around and gawk at me."

"Maybe you should play with that pretty pussy, Gloria. Give us a little show."

"No, Brian. Of course, if you and Danny played my game, I'd have to do it, wouldn't I?"

"Do you hear that, Danny? We could just tell her to start putting fingers in that pussy while we watched. We could film it and play it back to her as she sucked our cocks." She liked Brian's imagination. He turned back to her, and she winked at him.

She lay like that for about 10 more minutes while Brian watched and stroked himself. Then she flipped over -- she really was trying to get a better tan -- while Danny continued to work and Brian continued to ogle.

Finally, she stood up. She grabbed her towel and walked, still naked, over to Danny.

"Hi, Danny. How's your work going?" He looked up from where he was kneeling, and he teetered backwards a bit as he took in her naked body towering over him.

"I'm almost done here, Gloria."

"That's good. Danny? Let me ask you something. Do you remember when we first had sex?"

"Yeah, of course!"

"Do you remember the game we played? Where you could tell me to do anything, anything at all, and I had to do it?"

"I know what you're going to say Gloria, and I'm just weirded out."

She ignored him and leaned in close, letting her breasts dangle near his face. "Do you remember how good that power felt? Do you remember spanking me? Hard?" He licked his lips and nodded. 

"Imagine if you could have that again. All summer long. Ask yourself this, Danny. Do you want to spend the rest of the summer masturbating about that memory, or do you want to spend it masturbating to a fantasy about how I'll have to fuck you the next time you see me?" He swallowed again.

"I just bought a new dildo, Danny. It's big. And thick. Would you like to see how far into my pussy it will go? Would you like to hear me scream as you push it in? Would you like me to scream in pleasure as you shove your cock down my throat?"

"Brian's game, Danny. It's in your court."

She stood back up and tossed the towel over her shoulder. She walked back to her house, swinging her hips all the way as Danny watched.

Twenty minutes later, the back door slid open. She was wearing a short silk robe. Danny and Brian were standing there.

"Okay, Gloria," said Danny. "I'm in." 



The Divorcee and the Yard Boy Ch. 04



Gloria's stomach fluttered as her yard boy, Danny, and his friend Brian walked in the door. They had just agreed to put on a show for her in the shower, to do whatever she wanted, for 40 minutes. 

The price was her, as their sex slave, until they left for college. Being heavily fucked  by two studs for two months straight didn't seem like too big of a burden.

"Okay, boys, here's the deal," she said. "You do whatever I want until you've both tasted each other's cum or until 40 minutes have passed, whichever comes later. If you cum early, you still have to put on a show for the rest of the time. If both of you haven't cum by the 40-minute mark, you need to keep going until you have."

"In exchange, you get this." She untied her white silk robe and let it fall to the floor. Her curly black hair fell to her should. Her 36C breasts stood firm and her pink, puffy nipples poked out at them. Her pussy was shaved bald. "I will, quite simply, do anything you want as long as it's not illegal, doesn't interfere with my job, and doesn't do anything permanently damaging to me. No tattoos or piercings or scars. And, just to be clear, this is a No Strings Attached deal. I'm not your girlfriend. I'm just a woman you sleep with."

"I don't know what you two are doing for the summer now that school's out," she said, "but if you wanted to spend every minute of it you can fucking me, that would be fine."

Danny and Brian looked at each other. Danny swallowed. But they turned back to her and nodded.

"Okay, then, boys. Time to hit the shower." 

She made a scooting motion with her hands down the hall, and Brian and Danny headed to her bedroom and its bathroom. She followed along, eyeing their muscular legs and arms. Yeah, she could handle two months of fucking these guys.

Once in the bathroom, she pulled out a white wooden chair from her dressing table, turned it to point to the shower, glanced up at the clock on the wall, and sat down, crossing her legs and putting her hands in her lap. She was still naked, and the boys couldn't keep their eyes off her.

"Take off your shirts." The two young men crossed their arms, grabbed the edges of their shirts, and lifted them up, exposing two chests bulging with firm muscles and two flat, toned stomachs. Danny and Brian were water polo players, and the sport had paid off well in the physique department.

"Put your hands on the other's chest, and rub them up and down," she said. Brian closed his eyes and put his hands out to Danny's chest. Danny lifted his hands, and they were shaking as he put them on Brian's chest. Danny started rubbing.

"Danny, you're not trying to remove his skin. Rub his chest the way you'd want me to rub yours. The way I'll have to do it whenever you ask for the next two months." Danny moved his hands more slowly. Not exactly intimately, but she was pushing their envelope. Still, if she was going to do whatever they wanted for the rest of the summer, she'd damn well make sure she got her satisfaction from this part. 

Brian was being a better sport, running his hands up and down Danny's chest, letting his fingertips move over the muscles. He knew what the prize was, and he was willing to go through with this for a bit.

"Danny, turn and face me." He turned and looked, letting his eyes wander over her body. "That's right, Danny. Take a look at your toy. Imagine what you can have me do. Brian, stand behind him."

Brian moved behind Danny, though he leaned his head to the right so he could keep checking her out. "Great. Okay, Brian, put your arms around Danny, and run your hands down his chest, down his stomach, and onto his jeans."

Brian leaned his head back a bit and did as she told him. Danny turned a little pale as Brian's hands framed his cock.

"Brian, unbutton Danny's jeans and pull them down to the floor. Danny, step out of them when he does."

As she watched Brian's hands work the button on the jeans, scoot over to Danny's hips, and tug the pants down, she felt her body get warm. She was already primed from having shown off for the two in the yard. She pushed her hands up to her breasts and began kneading them. Danny watched avidly.

"Do you like this, Danny? Do you like watching me feel myself up?" He nodded as he stepped out of the jeans that Brian had pushed into a bundle on the floor. "Maybe you can tell me later to lick my own nipple. Maybe you can slide your big dick between my big tits as I squeeze them around you. I could suck on the tip as you slid it up to my mouth." Brian was watching as well, but his hands were back by his side. Time to change that. 

"How about you, Brian? Do you like this? Maybe you could bend me over in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom and fuck me from behind so you could watch my big tits hang down and swing back and forth as you pound me." 

"Oh, yeah, Gloria, I'd like that."

"Reach back around Danny's front, and pull down those little boxer briefs he's wearing. Hook the waistband with your thumbs and tug it down a bit. I want that cock out where I can see it."

Danny's cock sprung out, already a little hard. Her pussy began to get wet. This was the part she wanted to see.

"Brian, move your hands up and start stroking Danny's cock." Brian closed his eyes, but she stopped him. "No more eye-closing, Brian. I want you to watch what you're doing." He opened his eyes, and began moving his fingers along Danny's cock.

"No, Brian, stroke it like you do your own cock when you're masturbating. Wrap your hand around it, and start sliding." For all his bravado, his hand was shaking, too, as he did what she said. Still, it was a good show.

"Tell me, Brian. Have you thought about me since we had sex? Have you masturbated to the thought of me?" He nodded. "Tell me what you've thought about."

"I thought about fucking your face," he said. "I thought about you getting onto your knees and grabbing my ass as I push my dick so far into your mouth so far that you gag. I thought about you trying to push me away when I go too far, but I move your hands away and push in deeper. I thought about you begging to take my whole cock. I thought about you moaning as your lips hit my stomach and my cum fires down your throat."

She moaned as she listened and uncrossed her legs. She began to rub her pussy lips as he talked. 

"Ooh, I like that, Brian. I like the thought of you being rough. I like the thought of your powerful body taking control. Of being unable to stop you. You know, I can deepthroat a cock. I can do it all summer long for you." He was rubbing Danny's cock more vigorously, but it had softened as Danny tried to absorb the thought of a man's hand on it.

"Danny, you're getting soft. Is Brian not doing a good job?" Brian grunted, and Danny shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Gloria. It's just still weird."

"Danny, you know how some women are mad for shoes?" He nodded. "I'm the same way, but you know what I like to buy? Lingerie. I have drawers full of it. I wear lingerie every day. Do you like seeing women in lingerie?"

He nodded again, but his hands were still shaking and his dick was still soft. 

"Some of the lingerie I have is simple. Cotton nighties. Of course, I buy them short. Can you picture that, Danny? Me in just a simple, tight cotton nightgown with little flowers, with maybe heart-covered panties peeking out underneath? Can you picture lifting that nightie up and off my body, my tits quivering as you expose them? Picture me standing there, in nothing but those little panties as you tell me what to do next. Or maybe you like satin and lace? I've got tons of that lingerie. Some are elegant; some are slutty. Imagine me in a tight corset, with my tits pushed out for you to suck. You could make me do a show for you. Or you could come by every day and see what lingerie I'm wearing. Because I wear it all the time, Danny. Even to work, under my blouse and skirt. I love the feel of sexy underwear. I love to have it as a little secret that all the guys at my office would love to know. But they don't, Danny. Only you and Brian would know, and you could see it every single day."

As she talked, his cock began to stiffen under Brian's rubbing. 

"You know what else, Danny? My ex-husband and I liked to role-play. So I don't just have lingerie. I have whole outfits. Want to see me dressed like a cheerleader, Danny, in a short, flouncy skirt and a tight sweater? Want to bend me over a table and fuck me like that, with my little skirt riding high and my tight little panties down around my knees?" She thought of how she had seen her ex-husband doing just that to his bimbo secretary. Maybe she'd have Danny take a picture of her in the same pose so she could email it to the bastard. "How about a maid outfit, Danny? I have a pretty one, with a little tiara, an off-the-shoulder top that shows off lots of cleavage, and a short skirt lifted high by lace. Oh, and my schoolgirl outfit? It wouldn't be something that any schoolgirl could wear without getting expelled. I like to wear it without a bra, with a button-down blouse that's tied off at the bottom, and with white cotton panties. I don't even need to bend over for people to see those panties, because the skirt is so tiny. I like to wear it with pigtails, too, so you'd have something to grab on to as you pushed your dick into my mouth. If you can find it in a catalog, Danny, I probably own it. And if I don't, I'll buy it. And you could tell me to wear it for you. I'd have to do it. I could be your own slutty Barbie doll, Danny."

By now, Danny was hard. His cock jutted straight out as Brian continued to move his hand along the shaft from behind. She so wanted to lean forward and take that tip in her mouth, but she imagined she'd get the chance soon enough. As Danny watched her stroke herself, she moved her hand fully over her pussy. She began to work one finger into her slit.

"Okay, Brian. Stop for a bit. Come out from behind Danny and turn to face him. Danny, you turn to face Brian. I want to see you two in profile." They did as she asked. Brian was obviously hard as well from what she had said to Danny.

"Danny, why don't you take off Brian's shorts for him? Let's see how he's doing." Brian fumbled with the snap, unzipped the shorts, and bent over to take them off. He stood up.

"Oh, why don't you finish taking off your boxer briefs, Danny. Do it standing just like that, so I can see your luscious cock bouncing. He looked up at the ceiling and did as she said.

"Nice. I love seeing you naked, Danny. And I love seeing Brian naked, too. So why don't you take off his boxers. But when you do, go down on your knees so you're staring right at his dick."

Danny shook and broke out into a sweat. Well, they were showering soon enough. He looked at her, with her finger moving in and out of her pussy, and she added a second one, stretching herself a bit more. "That's right, Danny. I'm getting myself nice and wet and wide open so that you can take that big cock and slam it into me later. Do you want to do that? Do you want to tell me to ride that big pole and impale myself on it? Do you want to see if you could get your fist into my pussy? Ooh, I'm going to be so wet, I'll bet you could." Brian looked at her, too, as she said that. He licked his lips.

"You like that, too, Brian? It's been a while since I've had a fist between my legs. You'd have to get a lot of lube onto your hand. Even then, I'd probably scream as you worked it in, because it would still hurt." Brian's cock twitched.

Danny swallowed and knelt down, pulling down Brian's boxers as he did. Brian's cock stuck straight out, pointed directly at Danny's face.

"Okay, Danny. Give Brian's cock a little stroke, just like he gave yours." Danny's hands were shaking hard as he  wrapped his hand around his friend's cock and began to rub.

"Now give the tip a little kiss." He turned to her and started to talk. "Danny, you know the price. And you know the prize. Just imagine what you're going to do to me." He closed his eyes and moved forward just a bit.

"Open your eyes, Danny. Look at it." He sighed, opened his eyes, and gave the tip of Brian's dick a little kiss.

"Ooh, yeah, Danny. Now put the whole tip into your mouth and run your tongue around it." Poor Danny, he looked like he was going to be sick.

"Danny, look at me." He turned his head gratefully. "Want to see a third finger in this pussy? Want to see more than half of my hand going in and out of my wet cunt? You know what would send me over the edge, Danny? Watching you lick the head of Brian's cock. Think of how good it's going to feel when I'm doing that to you, every single day if you want."

He turned back to Brian, swallowed, and leaned his head over Brian's dick. His hands were shaking violently.

Gloria was about to hit the ceiling. She had watched gay porn before, but this live version was making her heart pound. She pushed a third finger into her pussy and used her other hand to feel up her left tit as she watched Danny's tongue slide around Brian's cock.

"Dude, watch the teeth," said Brian. Danny pulled back and mumbled an apology.

"Oh my god; I am going to cum so hard watching this. Mmm." Brian and Danny looked at her, pushing fingers in and out of her pussy as her thumb began to stroke her clit. "I may faint, the orgasm will be so big. I'm going to cum all over my hand watching you two with each other." She pulled her hand out with a squish. She wanted to prolong the orgasm a bit.

"Brian, I'm going to give you a taste of things to come. Tell me to lick all this pussy juice off my hand. Tell me as if it's twenty-five minutes from now, when I'm yours to command."

"Do it, Gloria," he said. "Lick your hand clean. And make it look nice and slutty."

She put her hand up in front of her face and began to give it big, sloppy licks with her tongue. She then put one finger at a time into her mouth and sucked on each with a loud slurp.

"Like that, Brian? Mmm, my pussy tastes so good. It's going to taste even better when I orgasm. Was that slutty enough for you? Because that's what I'm going to be for the rest of the summer, Brian: A slut. Your slut. I can't wait for you to use me. I can't wait for you to ride me hard. Maybe next time I'm licking off my hand, it will be because you came all over it when I gave you a handjob. Or maybe you'll make me rub it all over myself. Maybe you'll just cum on my face and make me sleep like that, your spunk drying on my lips and in my hair."

He moaned. Danny's hand, still on Brian's cock, began to move back and forth as he listened.

"Just a little bit longer, boys," she said, "and all that and more is yours. Danny, why don't you stand up and turn on the water for the shower. Brian, why don't you rub his ass while he's bent over?"

Brian was still rock hard, and he grabbed Danny's ass with gusto as he bent over to turn on the water for the shower.

The water came on, and Gloria told them to get into the shower. She and her ex-husband had designed it to fit two comfortably. It even had a second shower head, but she was going to make the boys stand closer to each other than that.

"Brian, Danny's all sweaty from his yard work. Maybe you should soap him off."

Brian grabbed a washcloth, wet it, and picked up her bottle of body wash. He began to rub the soap all over Danny's body as Glora went back to pushing three fingers in and out of her pussy.

"Remember what you said in the yard, Brian? That you'd be willing to go down on Danny for the chance to have me as a fuck toy? Now's your chance to prove it. Kneel down, and suck on Danny's cock until he cums in your mouth."

Brian made a face. He was game for this, she knew, but she was still asking him to suck a dick for her. He slowly got down on his knees and began to lick Danny's dick.

"Suck," she said. "Get it deep in your mouth." He pushed down a bit and then gagged. He pulled back, coughing.

"Don't worry, Brian," she said. "It gets easier. But remember this the next time you ask a girl to go down on me. Well, some other girl. I've had lots of practice. And you're going to give me plenty more, aren't you?" She began to move her hand faster, and her breathing got deeper as she watched Brian move forward again. She scooted her chair forward some more to get a good look at the two studs.

"Ooh, Brian," she said as she let out a moan. "God, that looks so hot. You're being so good for me. I can't wait to suck your cock so hard your eyeballs pop out. I can't wait to be your devoted sex slave for the summer, to see how hard you can pound me." Brian, to his credit, was doing his best on Danny. But Danny, looking down to see another guy sucking his dick, was flagging again.

"C'mon, Danny. Just think of it as another blowjob. Think of me giving you a blowjob instead. Think of just popping over in the morning, asking for one, and then leaving, your cum all down my throat and on my tongue so that I'll taste it all day at work." He was still drooping.

"You want something else, Danny? You know what else I have in my bedroom? Sex toys. I mentioned my new big dildo to you, Danny. Do you want to see that stuffed in my cunt? Do you want to watch me moan and squirm as it goes in?" She could see his dick getting hard again, though whether it was Brian's blowjob or her teasing, she didn't know.

"I have one that you'll like. It's a remote-controlled vibrator. My ex-husband and I used to go out for dinner and a movie, and I'd wear it for him. I'd give him the remote, and all through the night he'd just reach into his pocket and give me a buzz. By the time our movie ended, I'd have cum a few times. Do you want to try that, Danny? We go out to a movie, and you just buzz me and buzz me until I'm practically screaming right there in the theater, with everyone around us? I could wear a short skirt so that you could tell me to hike it up as you buzzed me. You could see my underwear getting wet from my juices, all because of that little remote in your hand."

Danny was good and hard now, and Brian was sucking on that dick as well as he could. She watched and then pushed a fourth finger into her wet pussy. "Oooh, look, boys. I'v'e got practically my whole hand up my cunt." They turned to look at her and watched as all of her fingers slid into her pussy while her thumb worked her clit. She wondered what the boys were thinking as they went through this. She figured they were going to really take her to town after this, and she couldn't wait.

A few minutes went by, and she saw Danny tense a bit. "Brian, I'm going to cum." 

"Don't stop, Brian," she said before he could pull away. "I want you to taste it, remember?" Brian paled as Danny clenched, but he took a deep breath and kept going. Suddenly, Danny moaned and started pumping forward. Brian gagged as Danny's cum pushed into his mouth. 

The sight pushed Gloria over the edge, and she started yelling as she came. "Yes! Yes! Oh, god, that feels so good!" Her body was shaking with the power of the orgasm. She knew Brian was going to cook up some rough stuff for her, but this feeling alone made it worthwhile.

"Oh, god, Brian. I am so hot for you. I almost want to stop and just have you fuck me senseless. I want to be your cum bucket. I want to be your slut." Her voice was rising as she worked herself to another orgasm.

Brian was sticking out his tongue and opening and closing his mouth. He looked sick.

"Yeah, cum doesn't taste great the first time," said Gloria. "But then, if you're me, you start to love the taste of it. I love the taste of your cum, Brian. I can't wait to have a bellyful of it all the time. I want you to cum over my food and tell me to eat it. I want you to cum in my pussy and then tell me to scoop it out and eat it. You don't have to eat cum again, Brian, but you can make me eat it all summer long. God, I am so impressed by you right now."




The Divorcee and the Yard Boy Ch. 04



Twenty minutes had passed.

She was still working to a second orgasm, and she wanted to get her money's worth. "Okay, Brian. Stand up. Danny, it's time for you to finish what you started." He looked at her, confused. "You gave Brian's cock a little kiss before. Now you're going to go down on him."

He stammered and got pale. "I don't know, Gloria."

"No second thoughts now, Danny. You don't want Brian to have all the fun this summer, do you?" He swallowed. "He's carried out his end of the bargain, so if you want to leave now, you can. But then you'll have to listen to him, all summer long, telling you how he fucked me the day before. You'll come over to do yardwork, and you'll hear me screaming with pleasure as he fucks me." Danny slowly knelt down in front of Brian.

He tentatively licked Brian's cock. "Come on, man," Brian said. "I did you. You do me, we finish up, and then we fuck her hard. Or stop, like the lady says. I'll make sure you hear about every perverted thing I plan to do to her."

Danny swallowed and moved forward. Gloria pulled her hand out of her pussy, stood up, and walked over to Brian.

"Ooh, yeah, Brian. I like perverted. Here's one idea." She looked down at Danny, and leaned against Brian and put her lips to his ears. "I'm going to give you a key to my house, Brian. You can be waiting in the shadows for me one night when I come home from work, and you can pretend you're a rapist. You can tie me up. You can make me scream as you fuck me so hard I pass out."

"What'd she say, man?" asked Danny.

"You're just going to have to suck my dick to find out," said Brian.

Danny began moving his head back and forth. Her private conversation to Brian had gotten him a bit hard again -- she loved young men and their constant hard-ons -- and he pushed forward into Danny's mouth a bit. Danny gagged and retched.

"Keep going, Danny," she calmly said. He moved back and forth a bit.

"You know, Danny," she said, "I have a confession to make. You know two weeks ago, when you two boys fucked me?" He nodded, continuing to halfheartedly bob his head on Brian's cock. "I had never had two men at once before. Ooh, god, it was so incredible. I loved the feel of your dick in my ass as Brian fucked my pussy."

"I can't help but wonder how it would feel to have a dick in each of my holes." She put her hand behind his head and pushed him onto Brian's dick a bit more. He gagged, and she let up.

"Do you want to know how I'd look like that? With three men pushing into me? Of course, you two can't do that by yourselves. So maybe you'd like to invite a friend?"

Danny looked up at her and began moving his head more quickly. "Yeah, Danny, just think of it. You could tell one of your friends to come over and fuck me, too. Or do you play poker? Maybe you all could come here and play poker with your friends, making my third hole the prize. Or maybe you don't invite Brian and have two of your friends win some time with me. Maybe invite a bunch of your friends and I fuck them all? How does that sound, Danny? You showed those pictures around. How about offering up the real thing?"

She figured two teenage boys could come up with plenty of good sex scenarios for her to act out, but she also figured it wouldn't hurt to seed their imaginations a bit. She didn't want a summer of vanilla sex. Danny was moving his head faster now, and she reached her hand down to start playing with her pussy again.

After a few minutes she felt Brian tense. "Brian's going to cum in your mouth, Danny. And you're going to swallow it all. If some of it gets out of your mouth, you'll have to scoop it off and eat that, too. Just like you'll be able to tell me to do all summer long."

Danny bobbed his head once, twice, three times, and then Brian yelled out and came in his mouth. Danny gagged, of course, but he looked up at Gloria and kept swallowing.

"Ooh, Danny," she said with a moan as her fingers pushed against her clit. "I'm so proud of you. I am going to be such a good slut for you, you're never going to forget me. I'm going to let you spank me. i'm going to let you fuck my ass. I'm going to beg you to fuck me every time you're here."

Thirty minutes had passed.

"In ten minutes, boys, I am going to be your slut. If you can imagine it, I'll do it for you. We'll watch porn videos for new ideas, and I'll do all the things you see in those movies. I can't wait to feel your dicks inside of me every chance I can. I'll tell you naughty things you've never imagined, and then I'll do them for you."

She stepped back to her chair and sat down. "But that's ten minutes from now. Brian, come here on your hands and knees and lick my pussy." She spread her legs as Brian came forward and buried his face between them. He began licking furiously, and she started moaning. "I'm going to be such a little slut for you, Brian and Danny."

"Danny, sit behind Brian and run your hands along his ass. Cup his balls in your hand, Danny." He did it without hesitation.

Brian's tongue had moved up to her lit, and he was licking furiously. She was moaning loudly and panting hard. Before she knew it, she was cumming, pushing liquid onto Brian's lapping tongue. She grabbed his head, pulled him in farther, and felt another orgasm hit her as she watched. She was feeling dizzy from its intensity. She had broken out into a sweat.

She let Brian's head go, and he pulled away. She panted for a moment and then looked at the clock. Thirty-five minutes had passed.

"Fuck it," she said. "Okay, boys. You're done." She stood up and put her hands on her hips. "All this is yours." Brian and Danny stood up and looked her.

Brian spoke first. "Well, I'm feeling a little weird about that whole thing, but I know what's going to cure me. Get into the bedroom, slut." She pushed the chair in and scooted out, swaying her hips as she did, knowing the two boys were watching her. She couldn't wait to be fucked silly by these two for two months straight.

In the bedroom, Brian said, "Get on your bed on your hands and knees, with your head pointing to the foot of the bed." She did as she was told. He had obviously been figuring out what to do first. 

"Now, you mentioned a big dildo to Danny, right? Tell him where it is," said Brian as he positioned himself at the foot of the bed. She turned and pointed to the nightstand's cupboard.

"Now you're going to suck my dick, slut," said Brian, relishing the role. "Remember what I said about fucking your face? That's what we're going to do. And since Danny just sucked me off, I should have plenty of time to really make you gag. Meanwhile, Danny's going to push that big dildo into your cunt." She moaned. This was going to be a fun summer.

She scooted forward and put her hands on Brian's ass as she plunged her head onto his cock. "Oh, yeah, Gloria. I think you'll be sucking this at least once a day." She heard the door of her nightstand open and then the bed sank as Danny kneeled down behind her. She felt the head of the dildo slide in to her pussy and moaned around Brian's cock and bobbed her head up and down, going deeper with each pass. She knew what was coming.

Danny pushed the dildo in slowly, pulling it out and pushing it in farther. With each stroke, her pussy became even wetter and stretched out to accommodate the big toy. He got it in as far as he could push it, and then stood up. She heard drawers opening up.

"Dude, she wasn't kidding about the lingerie," he said. "I can't wait to see her in this." She couldn't see what it was, but Brian said, "fuck, yeah." Looking down at her, he began to push his cock deeper into her throat. He smiled as she looked up at him.

"Ah, here we go," said Danny. He came around behind Brian and held up a belt. "Remember how much I like spanking you, Gloria?" She moaned, and Brian pushed farther into her mouth. Danny walked back to where her ass was lifted high in the air. She felt the whoosh of air half a second before the belt landed on her bare ass. She screamed into Brian's dick.

"Dude, that is awesome. You spank her and she pushes forward and hums all around my cock. God, that feels good."

Another whistling through the air, another spanking, and she screamed again. Brian pushed his cock in deeply to meet her body's forward movement and she pretended to gag. She was actually good at deepthroating a cock, but she knew what he wanted. She slid her hands around to his front and tried to push him away. 

A belt landed again, and she screamed again. Tears were beginning to flow down her face. She had figured this was coming, but it didn't lessen the pain.

Brian reached down to her hands and pulled them back around to his bare ass. He put his hands behind her head, laced his fingers, and pulled her further down his cock. She worked to breathe out of her nose as his cock moved straight down her throat and her lips touched his crotch.

Another spanking, and she screamed again. But she forgot to breathe out of her nose and really did gag. She focused again.

Thankfully, Danny stopped hitting her, but he began pushing and pulling the dildo into her cunt. She panted and moaned around Brian's cock. Her ass was hot from the belt, but her pussy was wet from the cocksucking she was giving and the way the dildo was pushing into her.

Suddenly, Danny's hand stopped and his head dipped down to lick her pussy. She came hard, around the big dildo, while Brian's cock pushed down her throat.

Brian had cum about fifteen minutes ago, but this was all too much for him. He pulled her head in, hard, and came with a yell. She gagged, but swallowed as best as she could. When he pulled out, cum was dribbling down the side of her face.

"Take one of those fingers," said Brian, "and wipe that cum off your face. Then eat it. I want to say you swallowed every last drop of my cum." She did as he said and kept panting. Danny eased the dildo out of her cunt and brought it to her.

"Lick this off," he said. "Suck it clean. Swallow all those sticky juices." She got up on her knees and put the dildo in her mouth and began giving it a world-class blowjob, looking at Danny as she did.

"Dude," said Brian. "You have got to try the blowjob spanking thing. I've never felt anything like it."

"You heard him, Gloria," said Danny as he, too, moved to the foot of the bed. "Finish off that big cock and then get back on your hands and knees."

His cock was already hard, and Gloria dove onto it, squirming as she felt Brian reach onto the bed and grab the belt.

"You," he said, as the belt whistled down and hit her hard. She lunged forward and screamed. "Fuck yes," cried Danny, experiencing the thrill Brian had mentioned.

"Are," he said again as the belt came down again.

"Going," he said again as the belt hit her.

"To." Another spank, another scream from her. Danny had followed Brian's lead and wrapped his hands around her head, pulling her as far down as his dick as he could.

"Be." Another spank. She was crying hard now from the pain, but she kept sucking.

"A fun." Another spank.

"Little slut." Another spank, and she heard Brian toss the belt aside. She was panting from the pain. Her body was hot. Danny had watched the spanking raptly and she could feel him tensing.

"I'm going to cum on your hand, Gloria," said Danny. He pushed her head back, and she gasped for air as his dick popped out of her mouth. Her make-up had run terribly, her lipstick was smeared, and tears ran down her face. She sobbed a little from relief. She put out her hands and stroked Danny with one while cupping under his tip with the other. 

He shuddered, gasped, and shot one wad, then two, then three, onto her hand.

"Eat it," he said. Then he watched as she put her face into the sticky pool and began lapping it up.

The boys got on the bed and told her to lie between them. They began to squeeze and suck her tits and push their fingers between her legs. She sighed and let them work their magic. Pain aside, that had been the best fucking she had had for a couple of years. 

"Boys, I have some presents for you." They stopped and looked at her, and she got up, climbing over Danny and dangling her tits in his face. She went over to the nightstand, bent over so her tits swayed, and opened the drawer, pulling out two envelopes. She gave one to each of them as she lay back between them.

"In that envelope is a piece of paper with my cell number and my work schedule. When I'm not at work, I'm yours. You can call me to give me advance instructions if you're coming over, like if you want me dressed a particular way. There's also a key in there. You can come by whenever you want and let yourself in." She turned to Brian and smiled; she knew what he was thinking. She turned her head to Danny. "Want to come by at midnight and see what I sleep in, Danny? Want to pull off the sheets and just fuck me right then and there? You're all set, now. You boys have earned it."

"Fuck yeah," said Brian. "You are going to be a hell of a ride."

Danny started to roll off the bed and said, "I gotta take a leak."

Brian stopped him. "Dude, why walk all that way? Gloria, get up on your knees and open your mouth." So much for giving Brian, at least, any ideas. He had plenty of his own. "Danny, just point your dick at her and take a leak. See how much you can get in her mouth."

Danny grinned and did just that. Before she knew it, Gloria's face was being sprayed with hot, yellow urine. It's just hot water, she thought to herself. But she was going to have to clean the bedding tonight.

Soon enough, the boys had to go. She walked them to the door, Danny's urine drying on her face, her pussy stretched wide, and her throat and ass still sore.

They got to the door and Danny opened it. "Remember last time, Gloria, when you asked if we'd like you to suck our dicks here with all the neighbors watching?" She nodded and smiled, dropping to her knees. The boys were spent, but she took each of them deep, on her knees in front of the door. Let the neighbors watch; might give them a thrill.

As she closed the door behind them, she called out, "Sweet dreams! Come back soon!"



The Divorcee and the Yard Boy Ch. 05



Gloria leaned forward a bit as she watched herself put on lipstick in her bathroom mirror. She was wearing a white V-neck shirt that showed off her big tits and a short denim skirt. Her cheeks were rosy, and she felt good. Two days into her summer as a sex slave, and she was already feeling satisfied. 

She had agreed to be a total slut for her yard boy, Danny, and his friend Brian, as long as they put on a show for her first. She had cum hard as she watched them go down on each other, and then again as the boys went to work on her as soon as their time was up.

Brian had let himself in early the next day on his way to a summer course he was taking at the local junior college. She had been wearing just a lacy red bra and a matching set of tight-fitting, high-cut shorts as she finished getting ready for work. Brian had given a low whistle and fondled her ass and breasts. Then he told her to take off her bra, get down on her knees, and suck his cock.

He had visited again that night, this time taking her suggestion to bend her over in front of her full-length mirror. He had made her strip down to her panties. Then he made her grab the edges of the frame while he pulled the lacy red shorts down to her knees and pushed his dick into her. He had thrust back and forth, watching her 36C breasts sway and jiggle in the mirror, until he came with a shout. Then he made her lie on the bed and use a vibrator on herself until she had an orgasm while he took a photo with his cell phone.

The summer was off to a good start, and it promised to get better.

It was nine in the evening, but Danny had called about half an hour ago and told her to get ready for him. He had specified the skirt and the top, but told her to wear something sexy underneath. The boys had really taken to her comment about her lingerie obsession.

She heard a knock at the door and went to answer it. Danny was standing there, wearing a green sweater and blue jeans. He looked her up and down and smiled.

"I gave you a key, Danny," she said.

"Yeah, but I wanted to see you as you opened the door."

He came inside, tucked a finger under her chin, and leaned down to give her a deep kiss. She responded eagerly, moving her tongue against his and sliding her hands up his chest and around his neck.

"Let's go to the couch," he said.

They sat down on the couch, she making sure to not smooth out the skirt so it would ride up her thighs. He put his arm around her, pulled her closer, and kissed her again. 

In a way, she was surprised. She had expected just straight-out sex, but she was enjoying this foreplay. They continued to make out. He ran his fingers through her black curls, and she put her hands into his short-cropped sandy hair. Her body was responding to his caresses and the kisses he placed down her neck all the way down to the neckline of her shirt.

"Mmm, Danny, you're feeling awfully amorous tonight," she said as the passion began to consume her.

"I was out with Molly tonight," he said. "I thought you and I could have a date that ended the way I wanted."

Molly Fisher, Danny's girlfriend, was a classic tease. She was happy to make out with Danny, but she pushed his hands away whenever they strayed too far into a private area. Sex was out of the question, of course. Before, when making out with Molly, Danny must have gone home and jerked himself off, but now he had a different outlet for his frustrations.

"Of course, Danny," she said, and kissed him again.

His hand slid up to cup her left breast, and she moaned against his mouth as he began to knead the flesh through the shirt. He leaned forward and she leaned back until they were lying on the couch. Her skirt had crept up, and she spread her legs and lifted one knee to help hike the fabric up her thigh. He cupped his hand around her ass, breathing hard as she slid her fingers up under his shirt.

"Mmm, your hand feels good, Danny. Keep rubbing me. Please keep rubbing me." Her voice lifted a little bit. She was refraining from going into slut speak; Danny seemed to want the "good little girl" fantasy for the moment.

The two continued to make out on her couch. Danny's hands moved all along her body as he kissed her.

"Let me see your chest, Danny. Let me run my hands over you."

He lifted himself up, grinned, and took off his sweater and the T-Shirt he was wearing underneath. She whimpered a little as he came back down to her and she felt the hard muscles under her hand.

By now his hand was up under her shirt, but he was obviously confused by what he was feeling.

"That seems interesting," he said. She gave a little laugh and kissed him again.

"Stand up," he said. She disentangled herself from him and stood up, facing him. Her skirt was still high up her legs, revealing a good amount of her pink panties. Her shirt was untucked.

"Let's see what sexy outfit you've got on under there," he said as he shifted until he was sitting, looking at her.

She unbuttoned her skirt and began to inch it down her legs, a little to the left, a little to the right. Before long, she had revealed a pink silk thong with a little line of bows going down the front. She turned around as she bent over to finish removing her skirt.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

"Oh yeah," he said, "but I want to see the rest."

She lifted her shirt up over her head and stood in front of him in just her underwear. Under her shirt, she had a short, laced-up bustier that just covered her breasts and her torso, leaving a few inches of stomach above her thong.

"Very nice, Gloria," he said. "Why don't you come kiss me again?"

She walked over to him and leaned forward to kiss him, giving him a good look at her breasts as she bent over. Then she climbed onto his lap, straddling his legs with her own. She kissed him again as his hands resumed their exploration.

Her pussy was nice and wet already, and she kissed him deeply as she imagined his cock in her. His hands were squeezing her tits, and she leaned into him to try and get him to squeeze harder.

He pushed back a little, and she leaned back.

"Let me watch you take that top piece off, Gloria," he said, leaving his hands on her thighs, high up by her crotch.

She undid the bow at the top on the back side and tugged at the two halves to loosen the lacing. She unlaced a bit, pulled apart a bit, and unlaced a bit more until her hands were holding it loosely against her breasts.

"I don't think you need that anymore, Gloria," Danny said. She pulled it open and tossed it off to the side. Danny reached his hands up to her naked breasts and squeezed them. He pushed on her gently, and she slid off his lap and down on to the couch. He moved between her spread legs and began sucking on her nipples, drawing each of her tits far into his mouth as his tongue coursed over the skin. He came back up for a deep kiss, and she could feel his hard cock pressed against her thigh.

She reached her hand down between them and rubbed his hard-on a bit. Then she started fumbling with the button as she continued to kiss him. He moved his own hand down and finished with the button and then unzipped his jeans. She slid her hands over the bulging dick and groaned.

"I want you, Danny. I want you so much. Take me, please," she said between kisses. Her body was warm and her pussy was wet.

He paused when kissing her and stood up. He pushed his jeans a bit and they slid down his legs. He lifted one foot and then another to pull them off. She let her eyes travel over his strong body, spending extra time looking at the long, hard shape under his boxer briefs.

He slid between her spread legs again and kissed her for a few minutes. Then he slid his hand down to her pink panties. He hooked the waistband on one side and began to pull down. Gloria lifted her body and felt the flimsy garment slide over her ass and down her legs as Danny tugged it off.

She lay there, her breasts pooling to the side and her legs spread wide, while Danny admired her.

"I love your shaved pussy," he said. "It's so smooth and soft." He ran his fingers down over her pussy lips and she let out a little gasp as his hand skittered across her lit.

"Oh, you like it there, do you?" He stroked her with his thumb, and she nodded. He stroked her a bit more and her breath quickened. Then he slid a finger into her, pushing it in and pulling it out.

"How about that? Do you like that?"

She nodded again but said, "But I can barely feel one finger." Danny smiled and slid a second one in. She let out a little sigh as he moved the two fingers together and continued to stroke her clit with his thumb. She leaned her head back against the couch and let him push his fingers in and out.

Soon, a third finger joined the other two. She gasped as her body quivered: Not a full orgasm, just the first tremor. She looked up at him as he worked her body with his hand. He was looking down at his fingers, seemingly surprised at what he was doing, even though he knew he could do anything to her.

He shifted his hand, and then all four fingers were inside of her as his thumb continued circling her clit. She was breathing hard as another little tremor hit her.

"Oh, Danny, that feels so good. Mmm, keep going. Keep going."

He was pushing his hand in all the way to where her pelvis hit the base of his thumb. He stroked a bit more, and she felt herself start to go.

"Oh, Danny. Oh, Danny. I'm coming." She moaned loudly as the orgasm hit her. God, that felt good. Her body shook as the feeling washed over her and her pussy squeezed around his hand. She could feel herself shaking as his hand continued to slide in and out.

She sighed as it finished. "You can stop now, Danny," she said as she panted.

"Oh, I'm not quite ready to stop yet," he said. She moaned. Her clit was super-sensitive after the orgasm, and she squirmed as his thumb kept stroking it. Oh, it felt too good.

Within another minute, she had orgasmed again. And a few minutes later, she orgasmed again. She was moaning loudly, breathing hard, and sweating. Finally, Danny pulled his hand out. She let out a heavy sigh, partly out of relief and partly out of disappointment.

Danny lifted his hand up to her face. "Be a good girl," he said. She grabbed his hand and brought it to her mouth, licking and sucking her juices from each of his fingers. 

When she finished, he slid back on top of her and kissed her tits for a bit longer. She recovered a bit from her multiple orgasms and slid her hands down to his cock again. This time she snagged his waistband and pulled his underwear down. His dick was hard and long and pressed against her pussy. He pulled his underwear down a bit more and then slid his cock into her. She cried out as he pushed far inside of her. He pulled and pushed, in and out, as she ran her fingers along his back and grabbed his ass.

He grunted as he kissed her some more and made love to her. His smooth shaft was making her swoon a bit as it slid back and forth. 

Given the teasing Molly had given him and the foreplay on their end, she was surprised he was holding on to his orgasm so long. He had been fucking her solidly for probably ten minutes before she felt him tense. She pulled him in as far as he could go: She could feel his balls on her ass. And then she moaned as his hot cum shot high into her body.

He lay on top of her, spent, and she kept her arms around him and played with his hair. Sometimes simple missionary position was nice, she thought. Especially after making out on the couch like they were both teenagers.

He kissed her breasts a bit longer and then slid his cock out of her. She sighed as she felt her now empty pussy. He sat up a bit.

"Has Brian visited you yet?" he asked.

"He did. Twice, yesterday."

"Tell me about it."

She told him about the day before. She told him about the lacy red lingerie, the morning suck, and the evening fuck. She told him about the mirror, the vibrator, and even the cell phone. He moved his hand down to his cock and began stroking it.

"I like those ideas," he said. "Maybe I'll use them myself. And I think I want to see that lingerie set soon."

"I could go put it on now," she said. His smooth teenage dick was already beginning to revive.

"Oh, don't worry about it. But why don't you sit up for a second?"

She adjusted herself until she was sitting next to him on the couch. They were in the same position they had been in earlier, except they were both naked and well fucked.

"Why don't you play with your tits for a bit?" She moved her hands up to her large breasts, now tender from his attention, and began to push them together and pull on the nipples. He watched her, continuing to stroke himself to hardness.

After a minute, he got up and faced her. His semi-hard cock poked out in front of him, and he resettled on the couch, this time with his knees around her legs and the rest of his body standing up straight. 

"Be a good girl," he said again. The tip of his dick was a little low for her mouth, so she scooted down a bit and dipped her head. He moaned as her wet, warm mouth engulfed him. She could taste their combined juices on the shaft, and she licked and sucked as best she could from her angle. Then he started lifting himself as her mouth descended on him. His cock filled her mouth, the tip sliding up along her tongue as her lips embraced it.

"Oh, yeah," he gasped. "Suck it, Gloria. Suck it as deep as you can." She pushed herself down his dick even further, but the angle made deepthroating him impossible.

She pulled her mouth off briefly. "Do you want to feel your cock down my throat," she asked. He nodded and began to tug her head down.

"Then let me readjust to give you the best angle." He pulled back and stood up. She lay back down on the couch, except this time she arched her back over the armrest so that her head was facing backwards.

"Come and fuck my face, Danny," she said. She licked her lips gently and then puckered them into an O.

Danny didn't waste any time. He stood on the side of the couch and pushed his dick in. She focused on breathing through her nose and relaxing her throat. He pulled out and pushed in, a little further. Then he pulled back again and pushed in as hard as he could. She put her hands up behind him and pulled him in even further, until his nuts were laying across her face and her lips had touched his stomach.

He pulled and pushed again and again. Minutes passed as he felt the pleasure of sliding himself straight down her throat. A few times, he stopped when he was all the way in, just to feel her mouth closing in on him. He was muttering the words "fuck yes" over and over again.

"Keep playing with those big tits," he said between thrusts. She put her hands up to her breasts and began working them over again. On a few deep pushes she gagged, but that just impelled Danny to push faster. "Good little girl" time was clearly over.

Finally she felt his balls and cock tense, and he drove in deep as he came. She held onto his ass and let the cum fill her mouth. He pulled out and she closed her mouth quickly. Her lipstick was probably a mess, she thought. 

Then she sat up and faced him. He looked down at her, and, before he could say anything, she opened her mouth to show him the pool of cum still sitting there. Then she snapped her mouth shut and swallowed loudly. 

She'd be sorry when summer ended.



The Divorcee and the Yard Boy Ch. 06



Gloria yawned as she pulled into the driveway. Brian had told her to come to his house at 10:30 am, but she hadn't slept a lot the night before. Mostly because of Danny.

He had let himself into her house while she slept and crept quietly to her bedroom. He had ripped the covers off of her so that she woke with a shout. She had been wearing a silky light blue baby doll and matching blue panties, and the baby doll had crept up to give an impressive view of her bare stomach. The full moon's light had given him plenty to look at.

"I'm taking you up on your suggestion to come by for a late visit," he had said. She had suggested it to him a few days back while he put on a show with his friend Brian for her, which was the price she had demanded for being their willing sex slave all summer. Danny had come by the night before her rude awakening for a passionate makeout session that had become gentle sex and then a rough blowjob. This time, he had passed on the foreplay, telling her to take off her panties and lift her top, undressing, and sliding his cock between her spread legs. He had cum in her twice, with a bit of tit fucking in between to harden him up, and then gotten up to leave.

"I know what you're doing with Brian tomorrow," he had said. "It sounds hot. I think I'll come by to make sure you're getting fucked twice over."

Brian had delivered his instructions earlier that same day. He had waited outside her house until he heard her in the shower, and then let himself in, undressed, and hidden behind the door between her bathroom and bedroom.

When she had come out, he had snatched her from behind, putting his hand over his mouth as she screamed. She had quickly guessed who the intruder was -- she had given them keys for just this purpose -- but that hadn't reduced the initial shock. 

"I remember you in that towel," he had said into her ear. "The first time I fucked you? You were smoking hot in it then, and you're smoking hot now. Why don't you lift the bottom of it for me?" She had tugged up the hem to expose her naked ass, which she pressed against his hard cock.

"Yeah, that's right," he had said. "Smoking hot. Why don't you show me the rest of that pretty body of yours?" 

She had unwrapped the towel and tossed it to the side. He had run his hands over her tits for a minute while he kissed her neck. She had arched her back to give him better access and also to push her ass further against his crotch. He hadn't yet fucked her in the ass, but she wasn't shy about suggesting it. Instead he had bent her over, stroked her pussy with his cock until she was wet, gabbed her hips, and pushed his dick in. She moaned as she swayed forward from his thrust. He had pushed into her, pulled out, and pushed some more until he was in up to his hilt. He had cum inside of her and then had her turn around and suck his cock clean. He had told her to get some panties on so that his cum would be trickling out of her all day at the office. That's also when he had given her the orders she was trotting up the concrete walkway to fulfill.

She knocked at the door and she heard him ask who it was. "Maid service," she called back.

The door opened, and Brian looked her up and down. She was wearing a long coat, but he could see the bulge over her thighs where the skirt flared out, and he could see the white tights that ran down her legs to her black heels. He could also, of course, see the little lace tiara in the soft curls of her black hair. "Come on in," he said. She scooted past him, and he closed the door. His parents were away for the weekend, and he had decided that Gloria should keep him company. And he had told her how he wanted her to dress for the day. The night he had left up to her.

"Take off your coat," he said. "I want to see the whole outfit." She put down the overnight bag she was carrying and then undid the large, brown buttons on her coat.

Brian let out a whistle. She was the very picture of a slutty French maid. Her black top was shoulderless, leaving just two puffy, short sleeves bordered in frilly white lace. The top of her 36C tits swelled out from the tight bodice top that came to a bunched up line just under them, leaving her whole stomach exposed. It was more of the suggestion of a top then a functional garment. Her black skirt, released from the coat, flared out to the sides, buoyed up by layers of ruffles and lace, leaving half her thighs and all of her calves visible. Atop the skirt, of course, was a tiny white apron. Her white stockings, topped with tight garters, ended just below the skirt line.

"And under the skirt?" he asked. She lifted up the lofty item to reveal white hotpants covered in ruffly rows. 

"Man, that's hot," he said. She smiled up at him. "I was going to tell you to take off your top before sucking my dick, but now I think I want you just like this. Get down on your knees and do your first cleaning assignment."

She slid down on to the tiled entryway -- she'd better get him off quick or her knees would be complaining tomorrow -- and looked up at him as she began to unbutton his long shorts. She unzipped his fly and then hooked her hands underneath the boxers he was wearing and pulled sharply down, leaving him in nothing but a shirt with a puddle of shorts and boxers at his feet. His thick cock was already a little hard. She slid her lips all the way down his shaft until his pubic hair was tickling her nose and stroked his balls. He hardened quickly as she sucked on him with loud slurps and looked up at him.

She pulled her head off the cock and began to stroke him. "Didn't I say to suck my cock, slut?" he said.

"I had an idea of something you might like more," she replied, and ducked her head down to his balls. She licked his sac and slid her hand over his slippery cock.

"Uh," he sighed as she sucked one nut between her lips, caressing the crinkled skin with her tongue as her hand continued to slide back and forth over his cock. "Okay. Fuck. Okay, yeah. But I want my spunk straight down that throat of yours."

She hummed against his balls and then replaced the one in her mouth with the other. She licked and sucked his balls, and he groaned in appreciation. He was hard but still seemed far from cumming.

"You know what I did just before you got here?" he asked. She "mm-mmed" against his nuts and kept cupping each one between her lips. "I masturbated hard. I thought of the nasty things we're going to do today." Ah, that's why he was exhibiting more stamina than normal. "And I can't wait to see what you've planned for tonight," he finished. He had told her that she was going to put on a striptease for him and seduce him. 

"Okay," he said. "I want you sucking my dick again. But I think you need to keep your hands laced behind your back this time. You just keep bobbing nice and deep, slut."

She did as he had said, shaped her mouth into a little O, and slid it over his waiting cock, pushing her head as far as she could before bobbing up and going back down. 

"Yeah, that's right," he said. "Pull your arms back a bit more so I can look down and see those big tits." She pushed out her chest and kept pushing her head back and forth.

"Okay, slut, now use your tongue all over my big cock. Keep those hands behind you."

She slid her mouth off his cock, stuck out her tongue, and began to work him over with it. She slid it from the root of his cock to the tip, licking the bottom so he could look down and see his dick resting on her face. And he was taking in the view with a grin. At least when he wasn't leaning his head back in pleasure.

"Okay, Gloria," he said. "Back to sucking." As she slid his dick into her mouth, still with her hands behind her, she felt his hands on the back of her head. He pushed forward and sent his cock into her throat. She moaned.

"I am going to fuck that pretty little face of yours, slut," he said as he began thrusting faster, keeping long strokes sliding past her lips. "I'm going to treat it the same way I'm going to treat your cunt." She relaxed, breathed through her nose, and let it come, working her tongue as best as she could. He pushed and pulled for a couple more minutes and then began to go even faster, pushing harder and farther into her mouth. Her lips were hitting his stomach with each thrust. Then she felt him tense, and he pulled her head down his shaft as he shot a hot wad of cum straight down her throat. He continued to hold her head there as he shuddered from his orgasm.

"Make sure I'm nice and clean," he said. 

After she licked off his wet cock, he told her to get up and follow him. They went into the kitchen. She figured next she'd be bent over the counter.

"First I want you to do the dishes here," he said, waving to a small pile. "Then clean off the counters. When you're done with that, there's a broom and mop in the garage through that door so you can do the floor."

She looked at him, startled. "I thought you were going to fuck me all day," she said.

"Don't worry, Gloria," he said, chucking her under the chin. "You'll be taking a few breaks. But my parents asked me to tidy up while they were gone, and I figured I could just have my maid do it."

"This outfit isn't really made for cleaning," she said.

"Well, I suppose that's true," he said. "Turn around and put your hands on the counter." This was more like it. She did so, and she felt him reach under her skirt and tug her panties down. She leaned forward. He was still soft, but maybe he'd stroke her pussy with his cock until he was hard again.

Then she felt a hard smack on her ass. She yelled out. He spanked her again.

"Wait there," he said. He stepped to one side and pulled a wooden spoon from a big crock on the counter. He reared back and the spoon hit her ass hard. She screamed.

"Pull up your panties," he said as he tossed the spoon onto the counter.

"I don't care if your outfit is only made for fucking, slut," he growled. "I've told you to do something, and you're going to do it."

She wiped the tears from her eyes and turned to pout at Brian. "Yes, sir," she said.

"Good. Also make sure to clean up your make-up at some point soon. The next time I fuck you, I want your face to be as pretty as it was when you knocked on my door."

* * *

An hour later, she was dusting the bookshelves in the living room. She was hot from the chores she had done, and she was annoyed, but she had agreed to this. She bent over to dust the lower shelves.

"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" Brian was standing behind her, ogling the ruffle-covered ass she was exposing. She started to stand up, but he stopped her. "No, stay bent like that for a moment." She waited as she heard him leave the room, walk down the hallway and then, a minute later, come back. She looked back and saw him holding a big digital camera.

"That's right, honey. Show me that pretty ass." The camera clicked. And clicked again. He knelt down, and the camera clicked again.

He told her to stand up and face him. "Lift that skirt. Show me those pretty panties." She raised the hem as he took more photos. "Very nice."

"Now why don't you turn to the side and bend forward a little. Cup those big tits in your hands." She posed for him, turning her face toward him to give a little pout as the camera clicked.

"Are you going to look at these, later, Brian?" she asked. "Are you going to take them to college with you so you can jack off to them? Are you going to show them to your friends and make them jealous?"

"Why don't you give us a look at your tits," he said without answering. She stood up, turned toward him, and tugged the neckline of her top down. This was what she had wanted to do today, not dust bookshelves and mop floors.

"I love those puffy nipples of yours," Brian said as he took more photos. "Let me see you lick one." She grabbed her right tit and pushed it up as she bent her face down. Her tongue slid out and caressed her nipple, which quickly got hard.

"Now bend forward," he said. "I want to see those tits hanging down." The camera clicked again.

"Yeah, that's fucking hot," he said. "Now why don't you come over here and get on your knees." She walked over and kneeled down. At least this time she was on the carpet.

"You're going to take my dick out of my pants, and you're going to stroke it and kiss it until I cum. I'm going to cum all over your tits, and then you're going to pull your slutty top up and get back to work with that big sticky spot on your chest." He held the camera up and smiled. "And I'm going to get pictures of it all."

She licked her hand and began sliding it up and down his hard dick. A bit more spit, and she was moving back and forth without a hitch. She cooed at him and kissed his dick gently. She kept her eyes turned up to him as much as possible. He was taking pictures as fast as he could. The thought of how she must look made her pussy start flowing. She imagined him showing these photos to the other boys in the dorm room when he left for college. She imagined them masturbating to the mere thought of her.

She went from little kisses to little licks, circling the tip of his cock as her hand stroked him. Her little show had made him nice and hard, and he didn't last long. She felt his stiff dick get even stiffer, and she pulled it down so it was pointed at her chest. She felt a spurt of warmth as Brian came and then another and another. She loved the way young dicks could rebound. What was she going to do when Brian and Danny left?

She pulled back a little so Brian could admire his handiwork. She could feel the thick semen start to slide down her breasts in little drips. Brian took a couple more photos and then told her to pull her top up.

"You can get back to dusting now, slut," he said. She sighed and stood up, turning around and grabbing the rag again. His cum continued to slide over her chest, though it was beginning to dry. He left the room.

But a moment later he came back.

"I don't know if that rag is the best tool for dusting," he said. She turned to see him holding a large blue feather duster.

"I bought this for you yesterday," he said. "I figured it would go well with the maid outfit. Do you like it?"

"I do," she said, taking it from him.

"Yeah? How much do you like it? Maybe you should give it a little kiss." Ah, this was going to be fun. She lifted it up and put her lips up to the long handle. He held up the camera and took a photo.

"Maybe you should lick it. You want to show it how much you like it." She slid her tongue along it and looked at him with half-closed eyes. Click.

"Yeah, and maybe a little sucking would make it feel good." She slid the end into her mouth and bobbed it up and down.

"You do like it, don't you, little slut? You like everything that's long and hard, don't you? Why don't you sit on the chair there with your little friend?" She moved over to the leather recliner nearby.

"Yeah, that's right. Now lift that pretty skirt of yours and let me take a photo of you rubbing that against your pussy." She pulled up the skirt to expose her white tights and white, ruffly hotpants. She spread her legs and moved the handle of the duster up and down against her slit. She moaned as it rubbed against her. She was still horny as hell from her photo session, and the long rod felt good. The camera clicked a few more times as she leaned her head back.

"You need to show your feather duster that you really, really like it. Pull down those panties and fuck yourself with the handle." She groaned and pushed her hand down her panties. She tucked it forward and pulled, moving her hand around her hips until the panties were on the middle of her thighs. She began to maneuver the duster.

"I want some really good photos of that bald pussy, so why you don't you pull those panties all the way down to your ankles. Then spread your legs and start fucking yourself." She pushed the white, ruffly garment to the floor and spread her knees, leaving her ankles trapped in the underwear.

Then she used one hand to slide apart her lips while her other one pushed the duster handle into her cunt. She was soaking wet already, and the handle went in with little resistance. She fucked herself with the handle as Brian took pictures. She was breathing hard from the pleasure. Then she tilted the duster up a little so that the strokes would brush against her clit.

Her breathing got faster, and she began to let out little moans. 

"Louder, slut," said Brian. "I want to really hear you cum." She increased the volume, practically shouting as the duster slid in and out and tickled her clit. A few more strokes, and she was going over the edge. Her pussy was clamping around the thin blue handle as she let out a long, loud grunt. Brian still had his camera and was taking pictures of her, sprawled out in an easy chair with a feather duster between her legs.

"Nice," he said. "But I think before you use that duster to dust, you need to clean it off." She extracted the duster handle with a squish and began to lick her own juices off of it. The camera and the thought of Brian sharing the photos had made her feel extra slutty, and she took it out on the handle as the camera kept going.

"Good. Now finish up that dusting and get to the rest of your chores. And remember to touch up that make-up." She let out a sigh and stood up, bending over to pull up her panties. Her wet pussy instantly began to seep into the fabric. Brian grinned as she got back to work, and then went back to his room, where he was playing video games.

* * *

After another hour of cleaning, she felt that she was done. Brian had given her a list of her chores, presumably the one his parents had given him, and she had done them all. She wiped down the heavy dining room table one more time.

She called out to Brian and he came out of his room to inspect.

"Very nice," he said, looking around. And then his eyes shifted to her. "Very nice, indeed." 

"Now," he said, "I'd like a kiss. A nice deep one." She took a big step to get closer to him and pounced on him, sliding her tongue into his waiting mouth. The day's sexual chores had made her hot, and she was eager for this outlet.

Then the doorbell rang. Brian pulled back and looked at her.

"I think you should get that," he said with a grin. She swallowed and grimaced. It could be a friend of his parents'; it could be the mailman. Either way, the person on the other side of the door was going to get an eyeful.

"Before you open the door," he said as she walked away, "drop those panties to your ankles again. I like that look." She grimaced again, but once she got to the doorway, she did as he had said. She had agreed to this, after all. 

She grabbed the door and opened it, hobbling a little with her underwear-bound feet. 

She let out a sigh of relief. Danny was standing there, openly ogling her.

"Brian sent me some pictures of you from today," he said, "and I had to come see for myself."

"Okay, Gloria," Brian said from the hall. "You can pull up your underwear now. Just make sure you turn and bend over so Danny gets a good look at that fine ass. Then he can come in." She quickly did as Brian said, making sure to give her bottom a wiggle as Danny came forward and put his hands on it. He squeezed the cheeks hard and then let her get her underwear up.

"Why have her leave the underwear on?" said Danny to his friend. "If she weren't wearing them, you could just bend her over and fuck her at a moment's notice."

"I like the look of them," said Brian. "Now, Gloria, why don't you give Danny a look at those tits. He hasn't seen them since last night." She tugged down her neckline for the second time that day. Danny stepped forward and began kneading them. She could tell by his tight squeezes that he was working on sheer lust.

Brian came over and stood behind her, reaching one hand under her skirt to squeeze her ass and reaching the other further down to stroke her pussy. She moaned as the four hands worked her over.




The Divorcee and the Yard Boy Ch. 06



Danny started to bend down to suck her exposed nipples, but Brian said, "I just blasted my spunk all over those, dude. You might not want to." Danny made a face. "No way, man." 

"You know," said Brian, "I like that idea of bending her over and fucking her. Gloria, why don't you go put your hands on that table?" She walked over to the table and put her hands down. Her skirt pushed against the edge and flared up.

"Hmm," said Danny. "I think that skirt is going to be a problem. Take it off, Gloria." She stood up and undid the snap at the back of the skirt. Then she pushed it down and stepped out of it.

"Slide yourself forward, slut," said Brian. "Put your cheek on the table and stretch your arms out in front of you. She slid her face down to the cool wood. She had to lean forward a bit and shift the weight to the toes of her shoes, and her ass poked up in the new pose.

She felt someone behind her, and then Brian leaned close, his hard cock pressing against her pussy. "Ready for another twofer, Gloria?" She nodded. He hooked his thumbs into her ruffled panties and pulled them down. She felt a cool breeze against her ass and exposed cunt.

"Since I came on her tits, bro, why don't you fuck her first?" said Brian. "Besides, I'll have more than enough time with her."

Danny stepped forward, and she heard him unzip his pants. She could not wait to feel a dick between her legs after all the slutting it up she had done this morning. She felt the head of Danny's cock at her pussy lips, and then he pushed in. She groaned as he did. She was so wet that he went right to the hilt right away. The thrust scooted her down the table a bit.

Danny grabbed her hips and began outright fucking her. In and out, and in and out. Each push made her cry out in pleasure, especially with the front of her pussy sliding against the table.

Danny's cock continued to thrust, with shouts of encouragement from Brian. "Yeah," he said. "Fuck that wet cunt."

Danny was still hammering away at her, and Gloria was loving the feel of his long cock pistoning between her legs.

"I want some of that action," said Brian. "Danny, pull out for a minute. I've got an idea." Danny slid his cock out, and Gloria gave a little cry.

"Stand up, Gloria, and take off that top. Then lie down on your back on the table. And lie down width-wise so I can get to that luscious mouth of yours." She stood up and pulled off her top, keeping turned away from the boys and then spinning with her hands over her tits. She was wearing nothing except for her lace tiara, her white tights, and her black heels.

"You want these, Brian? Do you want to watch them shake as you and Danny fuck me?" She gave her tits a squeeze and then dropped her hands. Then she lifted herself onto the table, spun to one side, and lay down. She slid her head over the edge of the table and spread her legs wide.

"Come and get it, boys," she said. Danny took off his shirt so that he was naked, and Brian quickly undressed.

Danny stood between her legs and shoved his still-hard cock into her wet pussy.

"Oh, yes, Danny. Fuck me hard. Brian, please let me suck your cock. Please?" Brian grinned and moved to her face. His dick was hard as well from watching Danny fuck her.

She opened her mouth and he positioned his dick at her lips. He pushed in and she moaned against his hard shaft. He pulled back and pushed in again, going a bit deeper. 

Then he and Danny hit a rhythmn, the one sliding out as the other slid in. The boys were thrusting hard, and by now Brian was getting his dick all the way into her mouth and down her throat. Her ass squeaked as it rubbed against the table.

Since that first time she had fucked the two of them, she hadn't had both inside of her again. But she loved the feel of the two dicks sliding in and out of her at the same time. Her pussy and mouth were sopping wet, one from stimulation, one from the occasional gag as Brian's dick pushed its way in. She felt so full with these two. She moaned loudly against Brian's cock as the two thrust and withdrew. She had never been fucked like this, and she worried that she wouldn't be able to go back to just one guy at a time. She wondered if Danny and Brian had any friends who would be 18 next year. She loved sex, and she loved having these two young men working her over.

She was feeling warm as her body rushed to an orgasm, and she reached her hands up to her breasts to begin fondling them.

"Oh, yeah. Play with those big tithes," she heard Brian say. "You like this, don't you, slut? You like the feel of these two dicks filling you up?" She mm-hmmed against his cock and played with her nipples. Then she felt Brian bend over and grab her tits in his hands, continuing to fill her mouth with his hard shaft.

She thought, again, of how she must look, and the thought made her cum, hard, around Danny's dick. "Mm. Mm. Mm." She grunted against the cock in her mouth.

"Oh, fuck yeah," said Danny as he continued to pump her clenching pussy.

Brian couldn't take anymore. He pushed forward and began shooting cum into her mouth. The awkward angle meant that some spilled out and dripped down her face.

Danny wasn't far behind, and she wrapped her legs around him to pull him in deep. He shouted and exploded into her. The sensation and her already sensitive pussy caused her to cum again.

Danny pulled out.

"Want to hang out a bit, bro?" asked Brian. "We could fuck her again." Gloria lifted herself on to her elbows and looked at Danny. A streak of cum went up her face from her lips, and she could feel her juices and Danny's cum dripping onto the table.

"Ooh, Danny. I'd like that," she said. "I'd like the feel of your two hard cocks filling me all day. Or you could take turns: Brian fucks me while you get hard, and then you fuck me as he gets hard. I wonder if you two studs could get hard enough to just keep me filled up." She pulled a finger down the cum streak and slid it into her mouth.

"Man, I'd love to," said Danny. "But I promised Stan and Greg I'd help them out with some project. But maybe I'll come by your house for a visit tomorrow, eh, Gloria?" She smiled and licked her lips.

"Before you go, Danny," said Brian. "Let's have her perform a little for us. Gloria? The table is dirty. You need to clean it."

He slapped Danny on the chest as he finished. "And you need to clean it with your tongue. Get off the table and bend over. Start licking up all that juice."

She did as he said, sliding her tongue along the wet spot she had left on the table while she slowly gyrated her ass and spread her legs slightly for Danny and Brian's ogling pleasure. She was sure to give them a good show.

"Mmm, this tastes so good," she moaned as she licked. The boys stood to one side so they could look at her tongue and her swaying ass. "Danny, your spunk tastes so delicious mixed with my pussy's juices."

"Does this seem slutty, boys? Hmm? It feels slutty. Am I being a good little slut for you? Am I?"

"Hell yes," said Brian. "And the night is young."

"Mmm, it is," she said, continuing to lap up the residue.

* * *

By dinner time, Gloria was glowing. She hadn't had this much sex in one day for years. After Danny had left, Brian had made her masturbate, which in turn caused her to cum three more times. She was surprised the neighbors hadn't come over, she had been moaning so loudly. She had imagined a whole streetful of handsome young men at the door and windows, looking in and then coming in to pleasure themselves and her. The thought had pushed her over the edge to her third orgasm.

Then Brian had told her to get up on her hands and knees, and he had slid his once-again hard dick -- how many times could these guys get it up, anyway? -- between her legs. She had rocked back and forth as he thrust into her for twenty minutes, eventually cumming again from the pleasure.

The two had then lay, panting on the floor, for a short time before falling asleep for a late afternoon nap.

Now it was 6:00, and Gloria was just finished cleaning herself up and redoing her make-up, as Brian had asked. He had had her get dressed again, but told her to leave off the skirt. So she was dressed in the black, elastic-bordered top, ruffly white panties, white tights, and black heels. The lace tiara was still in place, though she had had to readjust it after the day's escapades.

She came out into the living room. Brian was coming in from the kitchen.

"Let's go to the couch," he said. She slid on to the leather church with a sigh. Brian sat next to her and put his arm around her.

"Why don't you give me a kiss, Gloria," he said. She turned to him and kissed him on the lips. She let her lips linger a bit and then she slid her tongue into his mouth.

He responded eagerly, and the two made out passionately. Brian's hands were squeezing her tits and running along her exposed midriff and up her thighs.

The two were all over each other when the doorbell rang.

"I ordered us some pizza," said Brian. "Why don't you go answer the door while I go get the money." With her skimpy outfit and tousled hair, she was about to make someone's night.

She opened the door to see a skinny, bearded twentysomething looking at the pizza box.

"Pizza for Mr...," he started and then stopped when he looked up.

"Yes, that's right," said Gloria, maintaining a proper posture as best she could. She worried he'd give himself whiplash, bobbing his head up and down like that.

"Have him bring it in here," called Brian. "I'm still digging up the money." Bastard. He had obviously planned this.

She waved the pizza guy in and walked in front of him, swaying her hips. The open lust on his face was a delight.

"Oh, hey," said Brian as the two came in. "So, I've found enough for the pizza, but I don't have enough for a tip." He looked pointedly at Gloria. "But maybe we can figure something out." Gloria felt her pussy twitch. 

"Come here for a minute," Brian said to her. She did and turned around. The pizza guy was standing there with his mouth open. She guessed this wasn't standard fare for him.

"The pizza's $20, right?" asked Brian. The other young man nodded absently. Gloria was pretty sure he hadn't even looked at Brian yet.

"I've got four five-dollar bills," said Brian. He reached over her shoulder and pulled the neckline out over her right tit. He dropped one bill into it, so it rested under her breast. Then he did the same with her left one. The pizza guy just stared. Gloria idly wondered if eyes could explode from being open too much.

Brian snapped his fingers until the other man looked at him. Brian reached behind her and pulled out the waistband of her underwear. He tucked the third bill between her ass cheeks. Then he slid his hand around the front and reached with his other hand to place the last bill down against her pussy.

"That last one might be a little wet," Brian said. "Sorry about that. Now, slut, go over to the nice man and let him take his money."

Brian caught the pizza guy's attention and said, "Okay, buddy. You've got two minutes to find all those bills. Take your time, do whatever you need to do to get to them, but at two minutes, you have to bail. Will that cover the tip?"

Gloria grimaced. A $20 pizza might get a $2 tip. She was worth more than that, she thought.

The other man nodded and then swallowed hard. He gingerly put his hands up to Gloria's breasts and began feeling them. When she didn't stop him, he squeezed her tits awkwardly.

Good lord, she thought. Even as a virgin, Danny had had more finesse. He wasn't even looking at her face: He kept his eyes locked onto her barely covered breasts.

"Thirty seconds down," said Brian from the table he was leaning against. "Dude, I didn't put the bills on the outside of her clothes."

The stranger nodded slightly, and then slid his hands up to the swell of her cleavage cresting over her top. He looked at her as he hooked his fingers into her top. She wasn't going to stop him, obviously. He pulled down slowly, exposing more of her chest.

When her nipples came into view, though, he couldn't help himself. He tugged down quickly. Her top now enclosed her stomach and her wrists and rested just above her underwear. The two $5 bills fluttered out. 

"Now remember, man," said Brian. "Do whatever you need to do." The pizza guy -- Gloria would feel a little less weird about this if she knew his name -- grinned crazily and wrapped his hands around her breasts. He squeezed them and rubbed the nipples furiously. Then he leaned forward and took her left nipple in his mouth. 

Gloria sighed as his tongue slid around her breast hungrily. He wasn't very good at this, but a licked nipple was a licked nipple, and her make-out session with Brian had gotten her incredibly horny. She reached up her hands and pulled him closer, and he put his hands on her hips and sucked harder.

"One minute down," said Brian. "Better find those other bills."

The pizza man stepped back and grinned some more. He hadn't said anything yet since he saw Gloria, nearly naked, standing at the door. But he got a hungry look in his eyes and said, "Oh, yeah. I know exactly where to look."

He started to step around her, but Brian interrupted. "Slut, turn around for him."

She did, and his hands were on her hips before she had finished.

"Let's see, honey," he said into her ear. "Where did he put that money, again?" She felt his hands slide under her waistband and then pull down. She could feel his hands against her round, naked ass.

"Oh, yeah. Here's one." He slid the bill out from between her cheeks, but then grabbed her ass and squeezed. He was pulling her into him, and she could feel his hard-on against her naked body.

"If I had more time with you, I'd so tap that," he said. 

Then he reached his hand around the front. "Oh, look. Another one." He plucked the bill from her panties, but then rested his hand against her pussy.

"Thirty seconds left," said Brian.

"Thirty seconds to enjoy this cunt," she heard in her ear. His hand began sliding up and down her exposed lips.

"Oh, yeah, baby," he panted. "Think of my dick between your legs. Would you like that?" The rubbing was getting faster. This guy was an oaf, but she couldn't help but moan.

"No time for that, I'm afraid. But let's give you a taste." With that, he slid his hand down and pushed two fingers into her pussy. He pushed them in deeper, down to the second knuckle. She moaned again.

"You like that, bitch? Yeah? You fucking slut?"

He slid his fingers in and out a few more times until Brian called time. "Okay, man, I hope that covers it."

"Fuck yeah, it does," said the stranger. "You are going to have a bitching night fucking this pretty piece of ass. I'd love to see that little bubble butt spread out around my dick. Or that sweet little mouth. Fuck yeah."

Brian and the pizza man fist-bumped and Brian walked him out. 

Gloria was still standing there, her ruffled panties down to her knees and her flimsy top pulled down over her stomach.

"Very nicely done, Gloria," said Brian. He stood behind her and tugged her underwear down to her feet. Then he had her step out of them. "Follow me to the table."

He unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. He sat down on his chair, slid his boxers down to expose his hard cock, and waved at Gloria to come sit on his lap.

"Why don't you sit on my cock and face the table," he said. She didn't hesitate: After making out with Brian for half an hour and then getting manhandled by a stranger, her pussy was dripping wet, and she slid straight down his pole. Her feet didn't quite reach the floor.

Brian put his hands on her hips and began lifting her up. She helped by pushing herself up with her hands. Then she let herself fall down his dick again and she gasped as he went deep into her.

He began to bounce her up and down, and she was yelling out with each thrust. "Oh, yes, Brian. Fuck me! Fuck me!"

She rode him hard, up and down, and began to feel herself cum. God, how many orgasms was she going to get today? As she began to shudder she let out a shout. And as her pussy clamped down on Brian's dick, he began to cum as well, shooting hot liquid into her cunt. Fuck, at this rate she was going to tell Brian and Danny that they could take her forever, not just until they left for school. She got an image in her mind of her in a little sexy Santa outfit, or maybe just a big red bow resting between her tits with another over her pussy, when they were home for winter break.

She lifted off of him and lay down on the floor as Brian went and got plates for the pizza. He put one down in front of him, but when she started to get up, he stopped her. "I like seeing you on the floor," he said. He put the plate down near her.

"You can eat, but you have to eat on your hands and knees," he said. "That way, I get to see that pretty ass of yours. Our pizza guy was right: That is a nice little bubble. And you can take your top all the way off."

She put herself on all fours, but then leaned down on her elbows so her ass was high in the air and her pussy was pointed up. It also allowed her to use her hands to eat. A day of orgasms had left her famished. She could do without the little submissive acts Brian liked, but for the amount of sex she was getting, she wasn't going to complain.

After dinner, Brian told her to clean up the dishes. She was still dressed in nothing but white tights, black heels, and her little tiara. But when she asked, Brian let her put on her small apron. He watched her from the dining room as she walked around, the ribbon of her skirt tied in the back but with long tails fluttering over her butt.

"Well, Gloria," he said as she finished cleaning up, "I need a break. How about we watch TV for a bit before you put on your little show for me?"

"I am feeling a little stretched out," she said with a smile. Brian's break didn't mean she got to put on extra clothes, though. Not that she really had any beyond what she was going to wear later. He got out an afghan from the closet, and the two of them sat under it for a few hours, watching sitcoms and crime shows. He gave her little kisses and strokes throughout, and she returned the favor, running her hands idly around his cock.

At 10pm, however, Brian clicked off the TV and turned to her. "Let's go to bed. Go get yourself ready. I'll be waiting for you in the bedroom."

* * *

She primped her curls one more time before leaving the hallway bathroom and heading to Brian's room. He had dimmed his lights a bit, and he lay on his bed in just his boxers. His head rested on his arm. 

She smiled at him. She was wearing gray cotton hotpants cut high up the side and a long, blue Cal T-Shirt that had belonged to her husband. That's where Brian would be going in the fall. She still had her overnight bag, so she walked it over to his desk.

"Go Bears," said Brian with a chuckle. "Or should I say 'Go Bare'?" 

"Now, Gloria, when you do your striptease for me, I want you to stay in about a four-square foot area near the foot of my bed." He waved up behind him, and she saw the video camera on the bookcase above his head. The record light was on.

"Ooh," she cooed. "Our own little porno. I guess I'd better make it good, then."

She stepped forward, leaned over, and kissed him on the lips.

She went over to her overnight bag and got out her iPhone. She put it on the dresser behind where she'd be stripping and fiddled with it until she got it to the playlist she had set up. She pushed play.

As Britney Spears' "Slave 4 U" began playing, Gloria began swaying to the beat. She loved the overt sexuality of this song's beat, and of course the title fit her promise to Danny and Brian.

She began dancing more, bending over with her ass towards Brian and then coming up with an arch. She moved her hips in a circle as she did. And in the faster parts of the song, she faced away from Brian and shook her ass at him. As she turned toward him again, she could see the stirring of his cock. She looked straight at the camera and squeezed her breasts together. Her nipples were poking at the thin fabric.




The Divorcee and the Yard Boy Ch. 06



She kept swaying and began to slide the shirt up with one hand. Every few beats, it went a little higher. She looked at the camera again.

"Tell me, Brian. Do you want to see my tits again?" She saw him nod. She turned away from him, looked back over her shoulder, and slowly lifted her shirt some more. She slid her hands up to cover her breasts and turned around. She looked at the camera again and kneaded them together. She kept squeezing them together, being careful to leave them mostly covered, as she bent forward. The cleavage shot on the video was going to be a good one. She snaked herself upright to the music and turned around again. She let her hands -- and the shirt -- fall.

She stood in one place and began to slowly turn with the music, swaying her hips to the beat. When she was in profile to Brian and his camera, she stopped and slid her hands up her side, lifting the shirt again. But this time, she put her thumbs into the waistband of her gray shorts. She ran them around to the front and laid her hands on her pussy. But then she turned around again so she was facing away from Brian.

As the song came to another sliding "slaaa-aave," Gloria slid her shorts down over her butt. The whale tail of a white thong arced over her hips and down between her cheeks.

Slowly, with the music's beats driving her timing, she slid one side of her shorts down and then the other. She bent over further so she could slide the shorts all the way down to her feet. As she stood up, she stepped out of them.

Still swaying to the song, which was coming to its end, she lifted the shirt that covered all but a tiny point of the thong's triangle. A large pair of red lips, slightly open and with the tongue peeking out to touch them, was printed on her panties. She stretched her arms up to make sure the shirt lifted high and continued gyrating as the playlist moved on to Right Said Fred's "I'm Too Sexy"

She danced to the music and then grabbed the hem of her shirt. She began lifting as she danced, slowly bringing the bottom of the shirt to just below her breasts. She slid her hands apart until the shirt was tight around the front of her chest. She turned to face the camera and lifted the shirt over the mounds of her tits. As the tight shirt lifted over her nipples and released the tension, her breasts bounced lusciously.

She continued to dance, swinging her hips to the beat of the song, as she again turned away from the camera. She bent forward again, pointing her ass at the camera, and used the opportunity to cross her hands. She then lifted them up and over head, pulling her shirt off. She was still facing away from Brian, but she crumpled up the shirt and tossed it aside. She was only wearing her thong now.

She covered her tits with her hands and began to turn around. She hoisted her breasts a bit as she turned. Facing Brian, she leaned down again and squeezed her breasts together.

"Tell me, Brian," she said over the music, "do you want to see my breasts?" He nodded. By now, she could see his dick was nice and stiff. The break had happily restored him.

As the song began to wind down, she let her breasts go so they bounced again, and she put her arms high into the air. She kept dancing. 

"I love seeing those titties bounce," said Brian. She smiled and added more bounce to her dance. She could feel her breasts sliding up and down in big arcs.

"I'm So Sexy" came to a close, and Gloria's playlist moved into a smooth jazz number. The rest of the playlist was softer, more sensual music that would last for an hour or so. She kept swaying and moving her hips.

"Now, Brian," she said, looking at the camera above his head. "I want you to fuck me. I want to pant and moan and scream as you abuse me withs your hard cock."

"But the question is: How should you fuck me first?" She slid one hand down her stomach and into her panties. She pressed her fingers against her pussy and let out a little high-pitched gasp as she kept swaying.

"You could fuck my pussy. Mmm. It's so wet for you, Brian. You could make me ride your hard cock so I impale myself on it each time. But you've already fucked my pussy today, so maybe that's not the answer."

She slid her hands up to her breasts again and cupped them. "Or maybe you want to fuck my tits, Brian. I could lie on the floor, and you could straddle me. I could wrap my big, soft tits around your big, hard dick. Then you could just slide that big dick back and forth. Or I could slide my tits back and forth around you. Yeah? Mmm. That would feel so slutty. You could finish by cumming all over my face. You could make me lick it off myself. I'm your little slut, Brian. I'll do whatever you want." 

She lifted one hand to her mouth and began sucking on two fingers. "Or maybe you want another blowjob? Maybe you want to fuck my face? Or maybe you want me to kneel in front of you and suck you dry. I love the feel of your big dick sliding past my lips. I love caressing you with my tongue and feeling you push yourself down my throat. I even like it when you're rough, when you just fuck my pretty mouth as hard as you can."

Brian was sweating a bit as she talked. She walked over to him and dangled her tits down to him as she kissed him. She was pointed sideways so the camera could get her in full profile.

She stepped back and started swaying to the music again. 

"But you know what I'd really like, Brian?" He shook his head and swallowed.

She turned around and bent over a bit. She began pushing her thong down, a little on the left, a little on the right.

"I'd really like you to fuck my ass, Brian." Her thong slid down her legs and he swallowed again. She looked over her shoulder.

"Would you like that, Brian? Would you like to feel how tight my ass is? Mmm. It's so tight. It would just clench around your big, hard cock. And that big cock? Oh, it would make me groan and shout. It would hurt a bit, but it would feel so good. I brought some lube, Brian. I could just rub it into your big dick so you could just push into me."

"I don't know," said Brian. She was surprised. "Isn't that kind of gross?" Ah, now she understood his reluctance. She had thought he would've been all over her ass by now.

"Oh no, Brian. It's not gross. It's so wonderful. And to feel your hot cum shooting up into me is going to be so nice. Besides, don't you want to know how to fuck a girl up the ass? Don't you want to tell all your friends you did it? Don't you want to show them the whole, unedited video?"

"You know what, Brian? You could come and stand behind me, right here, and get that nice big dick into my ass as I bend over. You could film the whole thing so you could watch it later. You could bend me over so you'd get in nice and deep. Imagine seeing your dick slide into me like that. It would be like the pizza guy said. You'd see my butt spread out and your dick inside of it."

"I also brought a nice big dildo, Brian. You could make me slide it up between my legs so I was getting doubly penetrated. Oh my god, Brian, I'd be screaming from the pleasure. Oh, it would feel so good." She was panting now as she imagined it.

Brian stood up and came over to her. "Okay, baby. I'm going to do it. I'm going to fuck that sweet ass of yours."

She went over to her bag to fish out the lube. The music was still playing, so she kept moving her ass for Brian. She grabbed the bottle and turned around, holding it up to him with a smile.

"Don't forget the dildo, slut," he said. She let out a moan and slid her hands down to her sopping wet pussy. She turned around again and fished out the dildo.

She walked over to him. They were still in the camera's range.

"Turn around and grab onto the dresser," he said, "so I can get this dildo in your pussy." She did as he asked and thrust her ass out, spreading her legs in the process.

She felt him step up behind her, and then she felt the head of her thick dildo at her lips. She moaned and Brian pushed it in farther. She was so wet that he didn't have any trouble getting it far up into her pussy. "Oh, Brian," she said, "that feels so fucking good. I can't wait to feel you in my ass at the same time."

"You won't have to wait long, slut," he said. She heard the pop of the lube cap opening and then she heard the slick sound of him rubbing it along his shaft. 

She reached back and spread her cheeks. "Do you see my asshole, Brian? Do you see the nice tight hole you're going to fuck?" He put one hand on her hips and began to push his cock against her anus.

"Oh, yes, Brian. Oh, yes. I can't wait to feel you inside of me with that big dildo stretching my cunt." He pushed his hard dick and she felt the head pop through the ring of muscle.

"Oh, yeah, Brian, that's it. Just keep pushing your big, meaty cock into me. Oh, yeah." He pushed a bit more and a bit more. She was groaning at the feeling of the big dildo sitting in her pussy and Brian's big dick in her ass. 

"Ooh, Brian. It feels so good. It hurts a little, but the pain feels so nice. Oh, Brian, fuck my ass." She felt him push a little deeper, a little more aggressively. She yelled out as his cock slid all the way into her.

"Oh, that's it, Brian. Oh, god, you're so big. Now slide out a little and then slide back in." He began thrusting. "Oh, Brian. Oh, god. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum, Brian because your dick feels so good in my ass." She began pushing her hips back into him, and the motion moved the dildo as well.

"Oh, oh, oh." She moaned and shouted and began cumming. Why had she never done the double penetration thing before she had met Brian and Danny? She lifted up her hands and put them on the dresser to keep herself from fainting. The thrusting in her ass and the big shaft in her pussy were filling her up.

She finished her orgasm with a loud, gasping shout. 

"Oh, yeah, slut," said Brian as he kept thrusting into her ass. "That's going to sound so good on my video." The mention of the video pushed her over the edge again.

"Oh, god, Brian, I'm cumming again. Your big cock in my tight ass feels so good, I'm going to cum again." She shook as another orgasmic tidal wave washed over her. She was sweating from the intensity of the experience. Brian kept thrusting, over and over. 

"Oh, Brian," she said after her orgasm subsided, "tell me what you're going to do with that video."

"Yeah? I'm going to take that video, and first I'm going to show it to Danny. I'm going to make him a copy, too, as a thanks for bringing me along to fuck you. I want him to see what a good little slut you're being." She moaned again.

"Then I think I'm going to show it to my friends," he said, thrusting a bit harder. She let out another loud moan and felt another orgasm coming. "Yeah, I think so. I'm going to let them see me fuck this amazing bitch right up the ass." She shouted with each thrust. She loved thinking of all those young men getting hard to the sight of her.

"Yeah, that's right, slut. You know what? Maybe I'll show it to them at your house. I'll invite them all over. We'll make fucking popcorn and put it on your tv." She was about to cum.

"Then maybe I'll make you suck their hard dicks. You can get down on the floor, all naked, and they'll make a circle around you. You'll suck one and then the other. And then they'll all jack off onto your face." The orgasm began to hit and she shouted out as Brian pumped into her ass and the dildo jiggled in her pussy.

"Yeah? You like that, slut? Maybe we won't do the blowjobs. Maybe I'll make you give a repeat performance for all my friends. We'll put this video on the tv and each one of us will fuck your ass as you stare at yourself moaning like a whore."

She yelled out as the orgasm washed over her. She hadn't had an orgasm this intense in years. She loved the notion of a whole room full of strapping men pleasuring her. She loved the idea of her face and body covered in their cum. It was too bad school was over: She could offer to fuck the whole water polo team in their locker room.

As she clenched down, hard, Brian began to cum. She moaned again as his hot cum shot into her belly. He thrust and came, thrust and came. She thought he must have shot a cupful of semen into her.

He was panting, hard, and so was she. He slowly eased himself out, and she whimpered a little bit as he popped out. He reached down and touched the dildo, but then stopped.

"I think I want you to sleep with that big dick in your cunt," he said. She moaned again. He helped her stand up, and she squeezed her legs together to keep the dildo in. She lay down on the bed.

He lay next to her. She curled up to him, put her hand around his cock, and started talking.

"Brian, maybe instead of having your friends cum on my face, they could all cum into a glass. Then you could all watch as I drink it." He looked down at her.

"You really are a slut, aren't you?" She nodded. 

"Looks like it. I've done plenty of naughty things in my life -- I really like sex, you know -- but this multiple guys thing is awesome." She propped herself on one elbow as the other hand continued to stroke him. "Having two guys inside of me was so amazing. Hell, even having a guy and a dildo rocked my world. So I can't help but wonder." She slid down and kissed him and then leaned over to his ear. She whispered into it, "What would three guys feel like? Or four? Or five? Imagine how I'd look, Brian, with a cock in my mouth, another one in my ass, another one in my pussy, and one in each of my hands. Imagine what kind of a video that would be."

His cock began to harden as she talked. He rolled over so he was facing her.

"Now the question is," he said, "how should I fuck you next?" She breathed out heavily and rolled back. She wasn't sure she could take it.

He began kneading her breasts. "Yeah, these big giant tits. They're going to be nice. And you'll suck my dick as I push up between them, won't you?" She nodded and began stroking his cock some more. He slid on top of her and straddled her body, his hardening dick pointed straight up her chest to her face.



The Divorcee and the Yard Boy Ch. 07



Gloria was flying. She had the radio up and was singing and dancing through her house as she did her chores. 

She wondered if she was physically glowing, she was in such a good mood. Yesterday alone, she had had more sex than she had had in the year since her divorce. When she promised her 18-year-old lovers that she would be their sex slave as long as they first went down on each other, she had expected to get laid a fair amount. It had gone way beyond that.

Yesterday, acting as Brian's slutty maid while his parents were out of town, she had given him two blowjobs, a handjob, and a titjob. She had also been fucked in the pussy three times (once by Danny, tag-teaming with one of Brian's blowjobs) and once in the ass. She had slept with a big dildo between her legs, licked cum off of a dining room table, gotten herself off with a feather duster, and let a pizza delivery guy get her close to naked and feel her up. She had done a striptease on video and had posed for tons of naughty photos.

This morning, she and Brian had showered together before she left his house, and she had given him a long blowjob.

She was having orgasms beyond what she had ever had before, despite a long, active sex life. She had never had more than one guy at a time before two and a half weeks ago, and now she couldn't think of a better form of sex. She had all but begged Brian to arrange a gangbang for her. If two guys at once was so amazing, she couldn't wait to try a roomful.

Her cell phone rang. It was Danny.

"Hello, lover," she practically growled into the phone.

"You're in a good mood, Gloria."

"Oh, I am. I got fucked from here to next Tuesday yesterday."

"I was glad to help out," he said.

"Oh, but Danny, something's wrong."

"What's that?" Bless his heart; he sounded concerned.

"I got so used to being extra slutty and heavily fucked that I'm feeling lonely today." She simpered a bit. "Can you come out and play with me?"

"Oh, I can, and I will. And I have a surprise for you."

"Ooh, Danny," she continued in little-girl tone. "I love surprises. Do you want me to dress up for you? Maybe in something a little trashy, a little slutty?"

"Actually, I was thinking that we should do a repeat of Tuesday."

"You want to fuck Brian in front of me again?" She practically bounced up and down.

"Uh, no. I was thinking of the part before that. Where you were sunbathing in the backyard?"

She let out a sigh. Watching them fuck again would have been a dream come true, but she didn't have any bargaining chip now.

"You want to watch me sunbathe in the nude?"

"Yeah. Except we're going to do it a bit differently today." Ha. No doubt. She had lain out in the sun and oiled herself to entice the boys with the prize they'd have if they did her little show. And now the prize was theirs.

"I'll come by in a couple of hours," he said. "Be dressed in that bikini you were wearing and your little silk robe."

* * *

The doorbell rang and Gloria practically skipped to it. She opened it to see Danny standing in a black T-shirt and jeans.

"Well, look at you," he said. She had her silk robe wrapped around herself, but that robe came just below her crotch. It was pulled tight over her 36C breasts.

"Let's see," he said. She smiled and untied the robe. She let it fall open. 

He came forward to stroke her breasts. They were covered, if you could call it that, by the small triangles of her bikini top. Her bikini bottom was equally revealing, and she had done the side ties in big loopy bows. A tug on a string, and the knot would come undone.

He put his hands on her hips and kissed her hard. She could tell his cock was already hard, and she pushed herself against it. Really, it had been a whole six hours or so since she had last had sex. She was ready.

Danny pulled away and said, "Let's go outside." She smiled, turned, and led the way, rolling her hips as much as she could.

Outside, by the lawn chair she had sunned herself on, he grabbed her hand and pulled her around. He pulled her in close and kissed her again. As she sank into his embrace, he reached his hands up to the shoulders of her robe, slid his hands under the thin fabric, and then pulled back and down to drop her robe on the ground.

He kept kissing her and rubbing his hands along her back. As his fingers slid over the knot in her bikini top, he snagged one of the ties and began to slowly pull it. She could hear the fabric sliding against itself, and she felt the sudden change in tension as the knot came undone.

Danny kissed her and caressed her back some more, running his fingers up and down her spine. She moaned into his mouth.

Then he slid his hands up under her soft black curls and found the knot at the base of her neck. Another pull and her top came undone. It was still pressed between them, so he slid his hand down her arm and over her breast until he grabbed one of the triangles. He pulled back a little and tugged the top to the side. He tossed it way.

"Turn around, Gloria," he said in a husky voice. She did as he said and he reached his hands around to knead her bare breasts. She sighed and leaned back into him, lifting her arms up and back to rest her hands on the nape of his neck. She felt him stroke her puffy nipples until they were stiff.

"Why don't you put some suntan lotion on, Gloria?" She sighed as his hands slid down her stomach. She stepped over to the bottle near the chair and bent over from the waist, making sure that he had a good view of her barely covered pussy and ass.

"You want me to get all oily for you, Danny?" He nodded, and she sat down on the lounge chair and squirted some lotion on her hand.

"Why don't you lay back on the chair, Gloria?" She pivoted, placed her feet on the chair, and leaned back. She began rubbing the white lotion all up and down her body. She worked slowly, coating her arms and legs. She grabbed a bit more lotion and began stroking her stomach. She looked at Danny as she moved her hands in circles along her torso, moving them up a bit more and a bit more until they were on her breasts.

She began to knead her tits together. She put another dollop of lotion on her hands and then worked it into her breasts until they were slipping around each other and sliding out of her grasp. Then she finished with her neck and face.

"I'm all slick, Danny," she said. His cock formed a hard line along his jeans.

"Sit up, unbutton my jeans, and suck my dick," he said.

She sprang upright and slid his jeans and underwear down a bit so that she could get to the raging hard-on he was sporting. She dove down onto his cock, enjoying the feel of its length sliding past her lips. She pulled back and slid her tongue around the head.

"Oh, that feels so good, Gloria," said Danny as he began to thrust back and forth slowly. "You just keep that dick in your mouth, and let me push it in as deep as I can."

She sighed in contentment and wrapped her hands around his firm ass. She grabbed his cheeks and then used the leverage to pull his cock even deeper into her mouth. He let out a little moan.

Before long, his thrusts began to speed up and drive deeper. Each thrust got her lips farther down his hard shaft until her lips were pressing against his stomach.

"Do you like this, Gloria?" Danny grunted as he pushed back and forth. "Do you like how my dick feels down your mouth? Yeah? You like the taste, you slut?" She moaned as he got into it. He was fucking her face outright now.

She felt the inevitable tensing and pulled back a little so his head was just past her lips. She stroked his member with her hand and felt the warm liquid shoot into her mouth. She kept working his dick until he was dry, careful not to swallow. She pulled her head back, opened her mouth, and showed him the cum pooled in it. She even gave it a little gargle. Then she clothed her mouth and swallowed loudly.

She lay back on her chair with a sigh. She wondered when Danny would be hard enough again to fuck her pussy.

"Do you worry about people watching you out here, Gloria?"

She opened her eyes against the sun.

"Not really," she said. "I picked this spot with that in mind." She waved her hand to the fence five feet away. "I'm close enough to the Wilsons' fence that someone couldn't see over it unless they were standing right there." She waved to the other side of the house. "The Petersens over there are at the wrong angle to see anything." She pointed to the large red house behind hers and to the left. "The tree there is too dense to make out much on this side."

"What about that one?" asked Danny, pointing to the brown house behind her and to the right.

"The Goldbergs? Maybe from that one window you could see something," she said. "But I've never seen the blinds open on it. Besides, it's pretty high up. You'd have to be eight feet tall or something to look out it."

"Or standing on a chair," he said.

"I suppose. But you know, Danny, it's my yard, and I'll do what I want in it. Besides, I'm not ashamed of my body. If someone wants to get off staring at me, it's no skin off my nose. In fact, it's kind of a hot thought. But don't worry; no one's seeing you fuck me here, if that's what you're worried about."

"Oh, I'm not," he said. "In fact, quite the opposite."

She looked at him quizzically.

"I know Stan Goldberg. He plays -- well, played, I guess, since he graduated with me -- football for my high school."

"Yeah, and when I saw him yesterday, he gave me all kinds of shit because he saw us last week when you were teasing me and Brian. He was putting a light in that room's fixture for his mom, and could just see through the blinds. He was calling me a pussy because I was doing yardwork while you lay there naked."

"But he got a good show anyway. So I told him that things had changed, and that I could fuck you whenever I wanted."

"Now, I don't want you to look up there yet, but I told him to watch today at this time to see that I was being straight with him."

It was all Gloria could do to not turn her head to the right and look up at the window Danny mentioned. She felt her skin flush as she thought of some young man standing up there watching as Danny fucked her. She replayed the last half-hour in her head. Danny's turning her so he could cup her breasts from behind would have given that window a full frontal view. Her seductive lotion application, too, would have been fully visible. Her bobbing head would have been very obvious.

She felt her pussy clench. She loved the thought that someone was getting himself off while watching her act like a total slut. He'd remember that sight for months, she thought. She felt a sudden urge to work on her tan a whole lot more from now on.

"Ready for your surprise, Gloria?" She perked up. Was he going to say what she thought he was going to say? Oh, god, she was ready. She nodded.

"I'm going to wave him and Greg down here in a moment," said Danny with a grin. 

Wait? Two guys had been watching? And she was about to have all three down here with her, wearing nothing but a skimpy bikini bottom? Her pussy started gushing.

"Oh, I didn't mention Greg?" said Danny. "Well, I was with both of them yesterday, so it seemed rude to invite one and not the other."

"Now," said Danny, "I know you'll do whatever I tell you, but I have a little game in mind. I want you to act shy with each command I give you. I want a nice show for my friends, so a little bit of reluctance will work well. I want you to push back a bit with the commands I give you, unless I say 'C'mon, Gloria, you know you want it.' Got it?"

She nodded.

"Good. Now, I want you to act shocked, turn and look at the window, and put your robe back on."

She sat up straight and put one hand over her mouth and the other arm around her tits. She turned her torso to look straight at the window, where the blinds were up now and had two faces at it. Two chairs, she guessed.

She scooted off the chair and over to her robe. She bent over -- giving a nice view of her ass to the voyeurs -- and scooped up her robe. She put it on, pretending to be shaking and embarrassed. Shaking was actually pretty easy as she anticipated the fun she'd soon be having.

Danny pulled up his pants, smiled at her, and then looked at his friends. He beckoned them with a wave and she pretended not to notice.

"Hoo hoo, Gloria, I don't think I've ever seen them move so quickly," said Danny.

"Why don't you kiss me until they get here?" he said. She wrapped her arms around his neck and slid her tongue between his lips, lifting up on her toes as she did. Stan and Greg would get a nice peek at her as they came into the backyard, because her lifted arms had pulled up her robe quite a bit.

About five minutes later, she heard the latch on the gate and waited until it started to open before dropping her kiss with Danny and turning, looking flustered, as the new boys came in. She tugged the hem of her robe down a bit in a vain attempt to look more modest. Of course, the tightened fabric simply showed off her tits more.

"Gloria, meet Stan and Greg. Stan and Greg, meet Gloria."

She looked them over. Stan was tall with a head of tight brown curls. He was handsome, and his football playing showed in his muscular legs. She wondered if he could piston into her harder than Danny and Brian.

Greg was more of an average guy. Thin and bookish, he was clearly not an athlete like his friends. He had brown hair, too, but it was cut short. He wasn't unattractive, she thought.

"Shit," said Stan to Danny. "You were not fucking kidding about her. Man, that whole freak show you all just did? Fucking A, man."

Greg nodded vigorously. "Yeah, Danny. That was pretty amazing."

"See, Gloria," said Danny. "I told you you didn't have to be embarrassed. These guys were clearly impressed."

"What did you think of her body, eh?" said Danny to his friends. "Pretty awesome, yeah?"

"Aw, man," said Stan. "Those fucking tits are like melons. Man, watching her put that lotion all over them? I thought I was going to fucking pass out."

"See, Gloria? They've already seen your tits, so you don't need to wear the robe."

She pulled the top a little closer, which of course lifted the hem a bit. "I- I- don't know, Danny," she said with a fake tremor. "Knowing they were watching us is embarrassing enough, but to have them right here as I'm topless? I don't know."

"It's like Danny said," said Greg. "We've already seen them. We just want to see if they're as amazing close up as they are from far away." Flattery will get you everywhere, she thought.

"I just don't know," she said. "One topless girl with three clothed guys? It'd feel too slutty."

"Don't worry, honey," said Danny. "We won't think less of you for it. What if Stan and Greg and I took our shirts off? Then we'd be even."

She pretended to think for a moment and then nodded without speaking. She hoped the downturned eyes looked sufficiently timid. She could not wait to have these guys naked around her.

"What do you think, guys? Seem fair?" Stan and Greg nodded, and the three boys took off their shirts, exposing naked chests and stomachs all around. Stan was ripped, she thought. Even more than her water polo-playing lovers. Greg was mostly just thin but not scrawny.

"See?" said Danny. "Now we're all even. So why don't you join us? C'mon, Gloria, you know you want it."

She put her hands down to the loose knot of the sash around her robe and pretended to fumble with it. She drew the knot out slowly, looking at Stan and Greg in turn. Their eyes were locked on her chest. She took a deep breath, pretending to be nervous, and then pulled open her robe and shrugged it off of her shoulders, letting it pool on the ground.

She stood, wearing nothing but a skimpy bikini bottom, in front of the three young men. Stan and Greg had their mouths open in awe. 

"Turn around, Gloria," said Danny. "Let them see the whole package." He nodded at her subtly, and she did as he asked.

Stan let out a low whistle. "Holy fucking shit, Gloria. You are smoking hot. Those tits are incredible."

"And you should feel them," said Danny. "How about it, Gloria? Why don't you let Stan feel how incredible your tits are."

She shook her head and covered her breasts with her arms. "I think that's going too far. Looking is one thing, but touching? I don't think I want to do that. This feels a little slutty already."

"Aw, please, Gloria?" said Stan with a plaintive note. "I'll be real gentle, I promise. I've just never seen tits that amazing. I want to know what they feel like."

"I don't know, Stan. You running your hands over me? I mean, I'm practically naked. I don't want things to go too far." She hoped that sounded sincere. She didn't want them to hear the false note in her voice. This wasn't a bad porno.

"C'mon, Gloria," said Danny. "You know you want it."

She let out a heavy sigh. "Okay, one little feel for each of you. But nothing more than that!"

Stan stepped over to her and began feeling her tits. He cupped each one in his hands and stroked her nipples with his thumbs. God, she wanted him on top of her. She wanted to feel his dick deep in her pussy. When was Danny going to let her loose?

"Fucking A, Danny," he said as he continued to knead her breasts. "Fucking A. These are amazing."

"Hey, let me feel them, too," said Greg. "She said we'd all get a turn."

Stan stepped away grudgingly and Greg stepped up. He put his long-fingered hands on her breasts and began squeezing. Her nipples poked out between his fingers. She closed her eyes as he worked her over until she felt him shift a moment.

She opened her eyes just as his tongue slid on to her nipple.

"Okay, okay," she said. "I only promised a feel. No sucking, please."

Greg pulled back a bit. 

"Yeah, guys," said Danny, "do what she says. Take it easy on her. If we go too fast, we'll never get her where we want her." Oh, god, she thought. When? When would she get there?

"Well, if we can only look," said Stan. "Can't we see the whole thing?" He was looking at her with hunger in his eyes. 

"Gloria?" asked Danny. "How about it? Stan and I have already seen you naked."

"No, I think that's too far," she said. She covered her breasts again.

"Okay, Gloria," he said. "Guys, you heard what the lady said. Let's just take things nice and slow, and maybe she'll feel less nervous. Can they feel you up some more?" He nodded again, subtly.

"Okay," she relented. "But hands have to stay above the bikini."

"Aw, man," said Stan. "I'm going to get fucking blue balls if I can't get more than that. Can't we at least suck those big titties?"

"Gloria? That seems fair, doesn't it? They can kiss you, right? And a kiss on the breast is mostly the same as a kiss on the lips, right? C'mon Gloria, you know you want it."

"Okay, guys," she said. "Mouths and hands are okay, but everything stays above my clothes."

She dropped her arms, and Stan and Greg moved forward as one. Greg had his mouth on her left tit in moments, and Stan kneaded her right tit as he made out with her.

The two mouths and four hands working her over were making her head spin. She stole a glance at Danny and saw him smiling as his friends rubbed her up and down and sucked on her tits. She smiled back at him.

"Do you like this, Gloria?" asked Stan. "Feels nice, doesn't it? Just think how nice it would feel if you were naked." He was a bit clumsy with the seduction, but he was probably hard as hell. And he was only 18.

"Actually, Stan," she said, "your guys' jeans rubbing against me is a bit distracting. Buttons, zippers, rough fabric. Maybe you should just take them off."

Stan and Greg both pulled back a bit. "You sure?" asked Greg.

"Yeah, it'll be fine. Just keep your underwear on." For the moment, anyway, she thought.




The Divorcee and the Yard Boy Ch. 08



Gloria slit open another envelope with her letter opener and looked at the bill. She was catching up on finances before thinking about dinner and then getting ready for her date with Brian tonight. The sex she expected to have later had gotten her through a boring day at work and was now getting her through the drudgery of bill paying.

Brian had asked her to dress in her cheerleader costume, but to omit a bra so that when she cheered for him, her pom-poms wouldn't be the only things moving around. And if that weren't enough, he had told her to lay out some rope on the bed. Given his recent discovery of the fun of anal sex, she expected to sleep well when he left.

sssssst. Another envelope opened. This time some junk mail. She tossed it into the paper bag to her right for recycling.

Her doorbell rang. Brian already? He was two and half hours early.

She stood up and smoothed out her calf-length navy blue skirt. She walked to the door, opened it, and saw a handsome, middle-aged man standing there with a manila envelope.

"Gloria White?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied.

"I'm George Carrey," he said. After a short pause, he added, "Brian's dad."

Uh oh. She should've spotted it: Same nose, same color eyes. She smiled as brightly as she could. "Come on in," she said.

They sat down at the table.

"Gloria," he said, "I was looking for some paperwork in Brian's room, and I came across these." He slid the envelope across the table. She knew what was inside, but she fumbled it open anyway, stalling for time.

Sure enough, there were a dozen photos in the envelope. Brian must have printed them out. Various shots of her in her maid's outfit. Bent over with a straight shot at the ruffled hot pants under her skirt. Bent forward with her hands around her 36C breasts as they hung forward. Kneeling in front of Brian, her hand on his dick and her face turned up to him. And the piece de resistance, her sitting on a leather chair with a blue feather duster pushed up between her spread legs. They were good shots, she thought, and the sight of herself in full slut mode was adding to the warm glow of anticipation she had had throughout the day.

"What the hell is going on in these?" said George. 

"I was dressed as a maid while having sex with Brian," she said. No point in lying.

"Are you a hooker?" he asked. She felt a flash of anger, but a moment later realized how this must look to him.

"No, I'm just having sex with him," she answered. She wondered how much Brian had said, and decided to play her hand close. She guessed Brian hadn't said he had sucked his friend's dick to get her to pose for those photos.

He let out a little sigh of relief. Guess he wasn't keen on the idea of Brian renting out prostitutes.

"What are you doing, then? He's just a kid!"

"George," she said, "Brian's actually a legal adult."

"Well this was in my house. On my chair! Do you think I want to see photos of you having sex with my son in my living room?" She thought of the photos again. Hopefully he wanted to; they were pretty hot, if she did say so herself.

"George," she said, trying to calm him down, "the sex was Brian's idea, and I went along with it. If you don't want him having sex under your roof, that's up to you to tell him."

"Oh, I told him all right," said George, "and I told him that he wasn't to see you again."

Now it was her turn to sigh. "George, I don't think that's a good idea."

"Don't tell me what's a good idea about my son," he said.

"He's your son, George; I know that. But if you forbid him from seeing me, he's just going to go behind your back. Forbidding it will make it even more tempting."

"But I don't want you to see him anymore," he answered.

"George," she said, "you can tell Brian not to see me anymore. But you can't tell me, and if he comes around, I'm not going to turn him away." 

George tightened his lips. "What you're doing isn't right," he said.

"How so?" she asked, letting her annoyance show. "He's a legal adult and so am I. We are actually free to do what we want."

"He should be seeing girls his own age," said George. 

"George, I'm not marrying him," she said. "It's just a summer fling, and he knows that. Besides, you could look at this as me doing him a favor." 

George sputtered. "How is that, exactly?"

"When he goes to college," she said, "he's going to meet women his own age, just the way you want. But he's going to know what he wants sexually, so he won't just end up marrying the first girl he sleeps with, only to find years later that she can't keep him interested as a lover." George flinched a bit. He looked to be in his mid-40s, so she probably had just hit close to home. How cliche, she thought.

"Look, George," she said, "I'm taking care of him. I've made the whole situation clear, so he and I are just having some fun before he buckles down at school. He's not going to get me pregnant, and I'm not going to leave him with any STDs."

"Besides," she said with a smile, "when you were 18, wouldn't you have wanted to have some fun with a hottie 30-year-old?"

He chuckled. "I don't think any straight guy would say that stopped at 18," he said.

Oh, really? This was going to be almost too easy.

"You know, George," she said as she moved her hands up to fiddle with the top button on her blouse, "I'm not a parent, but it seems to me that before you forbid your kid to do something on moral grounds, you should make an informed decision about it." She unbuttoned the button and moved her hands down to unbutton the next one.

"What are you saying?" he said, as his eyes locked on to her hands. She undid the button and moved her hands down again. By now, she was showing a good amount of cleavage and some flashes of the white lace bra she was wearing.

"I just think, George," she said slowly, "that you should have the most information you can before deciding what Brian should be allowed to do." By now, she had opened another button, and she pulled her collar back a bit to expose her bra. She moved her hands down to the next button.

"Gloria," he said, "I don't know what you think you're doing, but I'm a married man."

"George," she replied, "this is my house. I'm free to do what I want in it, and what I want is to get out of my work clothes. If you don't like it, you're welcome to leave." She undid another button and then untucked the blouse from her skirt. George sat watching.

"But I hope you won't," she said. 

"I don't think this is a good idea, Gloria," he said as he swallowed. He was staring at her breasts as she undid the last two buttons and let her blouse fall open. The cups on the bra were low cut so you could almost see a nipple, and the whole bra except for those cups was sheer lace.

"Don't worry about it, George," she said as she pushed her chair back, stood up, and walked to the side of the table near him. "I'm not offended by you looking. Like I said, I just wanted to get out of these clothes, and we're both adults, right?"

"But I do want to give you the chance to make a good judgment about Brian's right to see me," she said.

She reached her hands behind her and tugged the zipper down on the skirt. She turned around and eased the skirt down over her hips, bending over to push it all the way off. George was getting a great view.

She stepped out of her skirt and turned to face him. She had on a white garter belt with suspenders going to her thigh-high white stockings. Below that, she had on a white lace thong. Her office required conservative dress, but underwear was another matter. She kicked off her shoes so she was barefoot in front of him.

She stepped up to George and bent over to give him a really stunning look at her tits.

"I feel much better now, George," she said. "Don't you?" He was breathing shallowly and swallowing.

"Gloria," he said, looking down her bra, "I'm a married man."

"George," she said, "I don't want to cause problems for your marriage. I was just getting more comfortable. But I do think you should make a careful analysis before deciding whether you'll forbid Brian to see me."

She stood up and turned around. She looked back at him over her shoulder.

"If this is enough for you to make a good decision, them I'm fine with that," she said. "But if you think you need a little more information, you could stand up and unhook my bra." 

She worried she had pushed too far too fast as she stood there, her back to him, for a quiet moment. Then she heard him push his chair back, stand up, and step over to her.

She felt his hands slide down her back from her shoulders and stop at the clasp. She gave a little sigh. She felt his fingers push and pull at the hooks, and suddenly her bra went loose around her. She lifted her hands up to the straps and pulled first one and then the other down her arm. She turned to face George again.

"Thanks, George," she said, "I think this is a good decision. She pushed her arms a little forward and felt the bra slide down to her hands. She let it fall to the floor.

"I don't want my wife to find out about this," said George quietly. She leaned forward and kissed him, gently, on the lips.

"I don't want her to find out, either," she said. "This is just between us, right?" She nodded, and he nodded back. He lowered his eyes to her large, naked breasts.

He seemed to pause for just a second before crossing a threshold. Suddenly he was kissing her hard and squeezing her breasts. She moaned and kissed him back, running her hands along his chest.

"Take off your shirt," she said in a husky voice. Without stopping kissing her he began to unbutton his shirt. She rubbed her hands up and down his hairy chest. He was fit but not ripped like his son. A small paunch settled on his belt. He wiggled his feet a bit to kick off the brown loafers he was wearing.

He was running his hands up and down her back and over her ass. She moaned into his lips as he kissed and caressed her. Unlike her young male lovers, he was taking his time and she followed suit. The two stood there kissing, her in just a thong and garters and him in just his slacks and a belt.

A few minutes of rubbing her back and he slid his hand to the front of her panties. As he slid his fingers down over her pussy lips, she let out a little whimper. She reached out and undid his belt, pulling it out of the loops with a whoosh.

"Let's go to my room," she said to him. She turned, and he followed her down the hall. She pointed at the bed.

"Why don't you slip out of those pants," she said. He leaned in to kiss her again, and then undid his slacks and let them fall to the floor. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off his socks. Like his son, he was a boxers man. Hard to gauge the size of his hard-on, but it was certainly noticeable. She stepped up to him and he began to kiss her stomach. She groaned with pleasure as his tongue darted across her naked skin. He pulled the waistband of her thong out a bit, dipped his head, and then ran his tongue along the inside of the fabric. She wrapped her hands around his head and pulled him close. His little kisses felt so good. She was enjoying the enthusiasm of Brian and Danny, but an experienced lover was a treat.

She pulled his hands away from her ass and stepped back.

"Lie down," she said. He lifted his legs on to the bed and then propped himself on his elbow so he could look at her.

"Do you like my tits, George," she asked. He smiled and nodded.

She began to rub them and knead them together. 

"Ooh, I'm so glad," she said. "Want to see me lick them?" He nodded again.

She lifted her left breast and then pushed the nipple up. She bent her head down and stuck out her tongue. She felt the tip of it connect with her stiff, puffy nipple. She could taste a little salt on her own skin. She circled the nipple with her tongue. Then she did the same to the other breast. George watched raptly, his hard cock growing in his shorts.

"Now I want your honest opinion here, George," she said. "I could take off the garter belt and the stockings and the panties and climb, naked, into bed with you. Or I could unhook the stockings for a moment, take off the panties, and then hook the garter belt back onto the stockings before climbing into bed with you. Which would be sexier?"

"I think," he said, "that you should leave the garter and stockings on."

She smiled and proceeded to slowly unhook the belt from the lace trim of her stockings. First one, then the next, then the next, and finally the last. Then she hooked her thumbs into either side of her thong and began to slide it down her legs. Over the lace, down her thighs, down her calves, and finally she stepped out of them. She stood up and hooked the tights up again.

"Have you ever seen a shaved pussy up close, George?" He shook his head. "Ooh, you should feel it then. It makes me so much more sensitive." She stepped up to the bed and reached down to grab his free hand. She pulled it between her legs and he started rubbing.

"Oh, George," she said, "that feels so nice." She could feel the moisture building inside of her. His gentle strokes were a total turn-on.

She climbed onto her bed and pushed him on to his back. She threw a leg over him so that she was straddling his stomach. She bent down and kissed him again as he slid his hands down to her now-bare ass.

Then she slid down and began kissing his chest. She slid her tongue around his nipples. Then she slid down a little further. And a little further. She was kissing him the whole way down. Before long, she was at the waistband of his boxers. She had felt his erection as she slid down, and had shifted a bit here and there so that now his cock lay between her breasts.

She tucked her fingers into his boxers and slid them down, exposing a hard dick about six inches long. Brian was about the same length, she thought, but a bit thicker.

She slid her tongue up his shaft from his balls to the tip. "Oh, god, yes," he moaned. She circled the head of his dick with her tongue and then slid her mouth over it. It was so hard and delicious in her mouth. She slid her mouth farther down his shaft. 

"Oh, baby, yeah," he panted. She continued to lick and suck for a few more minutes, enjoying the languid pace of this older lover.

He looked down at her. "Why don't you scoot your way up here again, honey? Let me taste that pretty pussy of yours." She slid her way up and then lifted herself onto her knees. She scooted even further up until the lips of her pussy were at his mouth. She lifted herself a little and put her hands on the headboard.

"Oh, with pleasure," she said. And then she cried out as his tongue dug into her slit and began to caress her clit.

The moisture between her legs had spread, and she was feeling a familiar warmth as George's tongue flicked up and down. She began to push her hips back and forth.

She let out another gasp. "Oh, George, don't stop. Oh my god, George, I'm going to cum. It feels so good. Please let me cum on your tongue." He started lapping more eagerly.

She felt a quiver far up in her loins. George's tongue kept moving faster as he dug his hands into her ass. She looked down and saw him, mouth at her pussy, looking up past her garter belt to the big tits swaying down above him. The sight of his face, framed by the sheer white stockings, sent her over the edge. She began to shake as the orgasm hit her.

"Oh, god, George. Oh, god. Oh, god. I'm cumming. Oh, it feels so good. Your tongue is so hot, George."

She felt the orgasm subside, and she lifted up a little bit.

"Oh, George, that felt incredible." As orgasms went, it was nice. Certainly not as powerful as what she was getting when Brian and Danny double-teamed her, but she wasn't going to tell George that.

She began to scoot down again. "I want to feel you inside me," she said. "Will you make love to me, George? Will you slide that delicious dick between my legs? Will you thrust and push into me, George? Will you fuck me until you cum deep inside me?" She was positioned over him, up on her knees, his hard cock right below her.

"Oh, yeah, honey," he said. "But only on one condition." 

"What's that, George?"

"I want to watch you play with those big tits of yours as you slide up and down my stiff pole."

"Oh, it's a deal," she said. She reached down and grabbed his stiff dick and lifted it straight up. Then she slid her now-soaking-wet pussy onto it. The two of them moaned as he pushed into her.

She lifted her hands to her breasts and cupped them as she lifted herself a little and then dropped back down until his hard cock was all the way inside of her.

"Like this, George? You want to see me play with my big tithes?" She began to squish them together and pull at her nipples. He nodded and grinned.

"Ooh, ooh," she cooed as she moved her pussy up and down. "I love playing with my tits while a man fucks me." He put his hands on her hips and began to pull her down on her downstrokes so that he was really grinding into her.

She continued to massage her tits as she leaned her head back. It felt like she was moving up and down for twenty minutes before he began to speed up. A lover who had the discipline to handle longer amounts of sex was a real treat.

She felt him begin to thrust up into her, and he pulled her hips down and kept her there as he pushed in and in and in. Suddenly, he came with a shout. She felt the hot liquid coat her pussy and she moaned.

They lay together for a few minutes. She lay down on his chest and he wrapped his arms around her, gently running his fingers down her spine. Little shivers through her muscles chased his fingertips.

But eventually, he pushed on her a bit and she got up and rolled on her side. He sat up and began looking for his clothes.

"Well," he said as he stood up, "that was an unexpected treat. I have to say that when I first saw Brian's pictures of you, I was jealous that he was getting some really hot action. Now that I've fucked you myself, I'm even more jealous."

"George," she said as she watched him dress, "I hope this gives you enough information to make a good decision. But, you know, if you need to check back from time tot time, I'd understand."

"I may take you up on that," he replied with a smile. "But I think in the meantime that you're right; this is a good experience for Brian. It'll make a man out of him."

"Ooh, thank you, George. Just don't tell him we did this."

"Oh, I'm not stupid, Gloria. I don't want him resenting me. He's a teenager bound for college: I have plenty of attitude from him already."

She smiled at him, and he leaned down to give her a long kiss. She couldn't wait to fuck his son in a few hours.



The Divorcee and the Yard Boy Ch. 09



Gloria checked herself in the mirror. Her makeup was on -- the dark red lipstick looked sultry -- and her hair was radiant: She had had her thick, black curls cut and styled for the occasion. In the living room down the hall from her bedroom, she heard her four male lovers chatting with each other. Brian and Danny had arrived about half an hour ago. Stan and Greg had just shown up.

"Okay, guys," said Danny down the hall in a nice, loud voice, "sit down and I'll go over the plan for today." Brian and Danny had arranged a day to give her her first real gangbang. They could have just told her to lay on the bed and take what came -- since they had sucked each other in front of her, she had given them herself as a sex slave for the rest of the summer -- but they had come up with a more interesting idea. Her pussy tingled as she thought about it. She was going to get seriously and profoundly fucked today.

"As you know," he continued, "we've decided to share Gloria with you for the afternoon and into the evening. We're going to fuck her hard today." Stan, Greg, and Brian let out a cheer. 

"About fucking time," said Stan.

"But we decided to make it a game," Danny said. She leaned against the door, listening to the whole thing.

"Yeah, I know a game, too," said Stan. "It's called Fuck the Cunt. Bring on the party girl, and I'll show you all how to play." She rolled her eyes. Stan had a coarse, belligerent streak, but Danny and Brian had promised to keep him in check.

"Yeah, yeah, Stan," said Brian. "You'll get your chance."

"Here's the deal," said Danny, "Gloria likes to collect lingerie and sexy costumes. Last night, Brian and I picked out a bunch for her to model for all of us." Another cheer from the rest.

"The trick will be getting them off of her," said Danny. There was a short pause. 

"See this die? We're going to take turns rolling it. If you roll a five or a six, Gloria has to take off the piece of clothing you want. Then you get to have her do anything you want for three minutes. Except that all the rest of her clothing has to stay where it is."

"Fuck that," she heard Stan say. "Three minutes? I fuck for much longer than that." Gloria had gotten a sense of his stamina last week when he titfucked her. She imagined he could go on for quite some time.

"Will you listen, douchebag?" said Brian. "That's just the start."

"Right," said Danny. "If you are lucky enough to be rolling the die when she takes off her last piece of clothing, you get to have sex with her however you want until you cum. In the mouth, between her legs, in her ass. On the floor, on her bed, on the table. Whatever." More cheers. Gloria felt her knees get shaky as she realized there was no going back now. This was going to happen.

"But this is a gangbang," said Danny. "So once you've decided how you're going to have sex with her, Gloria gets to decide how the other guys in the room will be doing her in that round. Maybe she just wants the one guy. Maybe she wants to pull a train with someone else. Maybe she wants to stuff her holes all at once." Danny was doing well, she thought. She had given him a lot of the porn vocabulary he needed.

"Fuck yeah!" That was Greg this time.

"Once everyone who's fucking her has cum, she's going to go back to her room, clean up, and come out in the next outfit. Then the game starts again."

"What if we roll one through four?" asked Greg.

"That's the next piece," said Danny. "If you roll a one, I get to tell her to do anything I want for three minutes, but as is. No clothing moves. If you roll a two, Brian gets to take charge for three minutes. Three goes to Stan, four to Greg."

"Wait," said Stan. "I might roll the die and she does something for one of you? That's fucking bullshit."

"Well, the same is true for everyone, Stan," said Danny.

"Dude," said Greg. "Didn't you pay attention in math class? Half the time on your turn, you get her for three minutes. And two-thirds of those times, she has to take off another piece of clothing."

"Right," said Danny. "We want everyone to get a fair chance."

"I don't know," said Stan. "This seems like a fucking lame game."

"You don't have to play it, Stan," said Brian. "You can just sit on the couch and watch."

"Yeah, fuck that," said Stan. "I'll play along; don't worry. But I better get lots of time in that fucking slut today."

"Don't worry, man, you will," said Danny. "Besides, once we're done with all the outfits, we're going to slip in some gangbang porn, come up with some ideas from it, and then make Gloria play along." More cheers.

Wait, what? She hadn't heard that part of the plan. 

Danny raised his voice and called out, "Okay, Gloria, we're ready for you."

She took a deep breath, opened her door, and walked down the hall. As she came into the living room, the four young men turned to look at her. Catcalls and whistles greeted her. She knew she looked good: She was wearing a very short denim miniskirt and a cowl-necked white sweater that hugged her 36C breasts. At least that's what was visible. She was barefoot.

She stood in the middle of the living room. Danny and Brian were sitting in a couch to her left; Stan and Greg sat on the couch in front of her.

"Do you like it?" she said to them. More catcalls and shouts erupted from the four young men.

"Very nice, Gloria," said Danny. "Why don't you do a little twirl for us." She turned slowly, letting the four admire her round, bubbly ass and her long, smooth legs.

"I just want to add some things to what Danny said earlier," she said. "When you fuck my ass, you need to lube up." The boys cheered at the thought. She walked over to the mantle and picked up a bottle. "Here's the lube."

Then she bent over, causing her miniskirt to lift tantalizingly, which got more catcalls from the couches. She opened a cabinet in the built-ins, and pulled out a few items.

"If you're feeling tired," she said, "this is a dildo. You can tell me to fuck myself with it." She held up the other item. "This is a vibrator. You can tell me to use that as well. Other than that, we're good to go."

"Wait," said Stan. "I thought you said she'd be dressed like a slut."

"Gloria," said Danny, "why don't you tell us about this first outfit."

"Don't worry, Stan," she said, "under the sweater and skirt, I'm wearing a pink lace bra and thong that I think everyone will like."

"Fuck, yeah," said Stan. "I can't wait to see that naked pussy around my cock."

She took a deep breath again.

"Ready, Gloria?" asked Danny. She stood in the middle of four young men and nodded. She was consigning her fate to the roll of a die.

"We're going me, Brian, Stan, and Greg for turn order," said Danny. He took the die and rolled it on the floor.

A three came up.

"Damn," said Danny. "Okay, Stan, she's yours for three minutes."

"Fuck yeah," said Stan. He beckoned her over. "Okay, slut, get down on your knees between my legs, and suck my cock."

She stepped over to him as he spread his legs, and she knelt between them as she started fumbling with his zipper.

"You remember what you said last week," she said. "How you didn't want to hear any 'No, I don't want to' today?" He nodded as she fished his soft dick from his pants.

"Well, you're not going to. When the die comes up for you, it'll just be 'Yes, yes, yes.'" He moaned as she finished and slid her moist mouth over his dick. He began to harden as she sucked and licked his member, and she dove onto the shaft with vigor.

"Fuck yeah," said Stan as she slid his dick back and forth between her lips.

Danny called time, and Gloria slid her lips off of Stan's dick.

"Aw, fuck," he said. But he didn't say anything more as Gloria stood back up and Brian rolled the die.

Another three.

"Yes!" cried Stan. "Get back down here, slut, and get back to work." She kneeled down again.

"Actually, wait," he said. He stood up and faced her, his hard cock still poking out of his zipper. "Suck it like this."

She scooted forward and continued her blow job. He was fully erect now, and his six-inch dick pushed all the way into her mouth. He put his hands on her head and started pulling her down as he pushed forward, face fucking her with all the force his footballer's legs could muster. She swirled her tongue around the thick rod as it thrust. Her pussy was already wet, and she hadn't even gotten through the first two rolls. She wondered if she'd just end up blacking out today.

Danny called time, and she moaned around Stan's dick in frustration.

Stan grabbed the die and rolled it in his hands. "C'mon three," he said as he held the die up, "Daddy needs a wet mouth." 

He rolled a one. "Fuck!" he cried out.

Danny stood up. "I like Stan's idea, Gloria. But I want you to crawl here on your hands and knees and then lick my balls for three minutes."

She did as he said, and Stan and Greg whistled as her pose lifted her short skirt. She wiggled her butt at them. Four young men, filled with lust, ready to fuck her all day long. This was going to be fun.

She unbuttoned and pulled down Danny's pants, and then tugged his boxer briefs down. She lifted his cock, gave it a little kiss, and then bobbed her head down to start licking his scrotum.

"Holy fucking shit," said Stan. "This is going to be awesome."

She licked and sucked Danny's balls for three minutes as he moaned out loud. Brian called time, and Danny and Gloria both gave a sigh.

Greg rolled a four, his own number.

He rubbed his hands together and told Gloria to come over. "I want you to make out with me and give me a lapdance," he said, patting his thighs.

She walked over and climbed up onto the couch, straddling him. When she lowered herself, however, she realized her skirt was too tight. She lifted the hem a bit, and the rest of the room went crazy.

"Look at that little pink thong," said Brian. "I can't wait to see it all." She turned to him and winked.

"Get those fives and sixes going, boys," she said.

She lowered herself onto Greg's lap and pressed her breasts against him. She leaned down and spoke into his ear.

"You know what I'm most looking forward to today, Greg? I'm most looking forward to feeling that big monster of a cock of yours between my legs. How far up my pussy do you think you can push it?" Greg blushed and swallowed.

She leaned down, opened her lips a little, and pressed them against his mouth. She slid her tongue in and, at the same time, began grinding herself onto his hard dick. First she moved in little circles, but she gradually worked her way up to large, obvious motions. She could feel his dick getting harder by the second. He had his hands around her ass as the two pushed against each other. 

She was panting when Danny called time. 

Danny rolled a two.

"Finally," said Brian. "Come over here, Gloria, and give me a handjob while you're kissing me."

She stood next to him and began to fish his dick out of his pants. "Am I being a good slut, Brian? Are you going to fill me up today?" He nodded, and she leaned in to kiss him.

The two of them stood by his chair making out as she caressed his dick with long strokes. The rest of the room watched raptly. She figured they were plotting their next requests.

Brian rolled a five.

"Finally!" cried Stan. "I was wondering if we were ever going to get this bitch naked." Seriously, she thought.

Brian looked her up and down. "The skirt," he said.

She unbuttoned the top snap and then undid the zipper. She turned away from him and began to tug the skirt down. First on the left side, then on the right. As her pink lace thong came into view, the boys cheered again.

She slid the skirt down to her feet, bending at the waist to give Brian a nice look, and stepped out of it. She picked it up, twirled it on her finger, and tossed it to the side. Catcalls erupted.

"And what are we going to do for three minutes, Brian?"

"I think you're going to keep on doing what you were doing," he said.

She began to kiss him again and reached her hand down to his dick. She stood there, in a sweater and panties, running her hands along his shaft, wondering how much sex she was going to get today. The lack of fives and sixes so far had been disappointing.

Danny called time. Stan rolled a one. "Shit! Again?!"

"Stand up against me, Gloria, and masturbate for the room while I stroke that ass of yours. You do have a nice ass, you know," she smiled at him as she remembered their first affair, when she had seduced him by making him feel her ass.

The other three boys were watching intently as she faced them. She felt Danny's cock pressed into her ass, and his hands began fondling the two cheeks.

She slid her hand down over the lace strip covering her pussy and began to stroke herself. She slid her hand up and down, closing her eyes to enjoy the feeling a bit more deeply. She heard the other boys murmur softly to each other as she began to moan.

Then Danny's hands left her ass and moved up to her chest. He ran his hands over the sweater, cupping and squeezing her breasts. She moaned again.

Brian called time. She was beginning to hate this game.

Greg rolled a six, and there was another whoop. He didn't hesitate. "The sweater," he said.

She crossed her arms, and began to pull up the hem. "So, Greg," she said, "are you ready to see my tits?" He nodded. "Then tell me," she said.

"Show me your tits," he said. She smiled and lifted the sweater all the way off. More hoots erupted as she exposed the pink lace bra that matched the thong.

"And let's continue the lapdance," he said. She grinned and climbed back onto him. His hands went straight to her breasts, and she ground against him. My god, she thought, his cock feels huge.

Danny called time. She looked around. By now, everyone except Greg had his dick out. Brian and Stan were giving theirs little strokes.

Danny rolled a four, and Greg had her continue the makeout session. She could feel the slickness of her by-now gushing pussy, and Greg's mammoth dick was sliding against her clit. She felt her body quiver, and Danny called time.

Brian rolled a five. This was the pace she wanted. "Let's see those big tits," he said. She reached behind her back and undid the bra. The boys cheered again as she exposed her large breasts, twirled the bra, and threw it away. She was down to just her panties.

"Lay down on the floor, Gloria," said Brian. She did, and he straddled her. "Get those tits together. I'm going to fuck them. And you're going to suck my dick when the tip gets through them." She pushed her breasts together, and Brian slid his long cock between them. As the tip of his cock emerged, she pulled it past her lips. He thrust back and forth between her breasts.

Suddenly he began to tense. "Open your mouth, Gloria," he grunted. She did and he pushed the tip of his cock in. He began to cum in her mouth, groaning as he did. She swallowed quickly.

"Now lick me clean," he said. She coursed her tongue around his dick, and Danny called time.

"Shit," said Stan. "You barely lasted at all. I'll show you how it's done."

He rolled a six, and the other boys let out a cheer. He just smiled at her.

"And now for the main event," he said. "Let me see the prize, slut."

She hooked her thumbs into her thong's waistband and began to tug it down. Within seconds, they were at her feet, and her shaved pussy was exposed. She picked them up, gave them a spin, and tossed them at Stan.

"Now the question is," said Stan, "how am I going to fuck you?"

He thought for a beat. "Can't ignore the fucking classics," he said. "Lie down on the floor and spread your legs like the slut you are." She lay down, legs spread.

"Do you want anyone else?" asked Danny. 

She nodded. "I want to suck your dick as Stan pounds me."

"Anything else?" he asked.

"Not yet. I want to start slow."

Stan took off his clothes and kneeled down between her legs, his average-sized dick positioned right at the opening of her pussy. She was so ready for a good fucking. She wondered how long he'd last.

He pushed into her, and she moaned.

"Yeah," Stan yelled. "That's what I'm fucking talking about. That pussy is fine." He began to thrust slowly as he moved his hands up to her breasts.

In a moment, Danny knelt down by her face, and she opened her mouth. He slid his cock into it, and she moaned. She had had sex with two guys at once a few times now, but she still loved the push-me-pull-you sensations, the feel of being filled up, and the thrill of obvious sluttiness. She swirled her tongue around his head and let him slide his shaft back and forth as Stan fucked her.

How long could Stan last? A lot longer than Danny. In about five minutes, he had shot a load of sticky cum into her mouth. Stan had kept going. She was moaning as he thrust hard, pulled back, thrust again, pulled back, and kept going. She was moaning as he nailed her. No arguing with the classics, indeed. She felt his hands under her legs, and he lifted them to lay them on his shoulders as he kept going, driving down deeper. A quiver in her belly was the only warning she got as a quiet orgasm hit her body. 

She had wondered how those football legs would do in bed, and she wasn't disappointed. His cock wasn't huge, but he could thrust it with the best of them.

It must have been fifteen minutes when he began to tense. Suddenly, she felt his warm semen shoot into her. Last weekend, he had squirted five shots onto her face. Today, it felt like he had just opened a valve. His cum filled her up and, even before he pulled out, began seeping from her pussy.

He pulled out and rolled to his side. The two were panting from the sex.

After a moment, Danny said, "okay, Gloria, let's see what you're wearing next."

* * *

Fifteen minutes later, she walked into the living room to see the four guys naked on her couches. They were joking with each other until she walked in. They all turned and looked at her, and Stan let out a low whistle.

She was wearing her slutty schoolgirl outfit: A button-down white top -- largely unbuttoned -- tied off in a big knot at the bottom, a short, flouncy red skirt, and white, thigh-high, lace-topped stockings. Under her skirt, she had on white panties decorated with little pink hearts and edged with ruffled lace. The skirt didn't even come down all the way to her crotch, so any of the men sitting in her living room could see the underwear, too. In her hair, she had two little ribbons. She had also taken the opportunity to freshen up from the first round, so she had re-applied her makeup and washed up a bit.

"Oh, teacher," she said as she stepped into the middle of her living room, "I'd do anything to get a passing grade." As she said "anything," she put her hands on her knees and stuck her ass out.

"God, you look hot, Gloria," said Brian.

"For this round," said Danny, "we're going to change things up a bit." She raised her eyebrows and looked at him. This was news to her.

"First of all," he continued, "her stockings aren't going to count as clothes. You can have her take them off if you want, but if a piece of clothing comes off and leaves just the stockings, you get fuck rights."

He reached into a bag behind his chair. "I'm also going to offer this," he said. He pulled out a long, plastic ruler. "I think we can all agree that Gloria's been a bad, bad student," he said, "and she might need to be spanked."

"Oh, yeah," said Stan. He rubbed his hands together, bit his lower lip, and looked straight at her.

"Okay," said Greg, "let's get started. It's my turn to roll." She looked over at him and tingled at the site of his long, already hard dick.

Greg picked up the die and rolled it. A four came up. "Yes!" he shouted.

He stood up and walked over to her, his long cock jutting in front of him like a javelin.




The Divorcee and the Yard Boy Ch. 09



"I liked the blowjob you gave me last week," he said. "I want it again."

She kneeled down in front of him and put her hands around his dick. "You want me like this, Greg?" He nodded. "You want me down on my knees sucking your big, long dick?" She leaned forward and licked the head of his dick. 

He moaned. "Everyone else got to cum last time," he said. "I think it's my turn."

Aw, poor guy. She hadn't thought of that. To make up for it, she began stroking his long shaft while she made out with the head of his cock. She hummed and moaned to add vibrations. He started thrusting into her mouth, further and further until she started to gag. Then he'd pull back and thrust forward hard again, causing her to shout around his flesh and gag some more. She could deepthroat most cocks, but his was too big. The smooth, shaft pushed against her throat, and her mouth made slurping noises around him. He was hard as a rock.

Danny called time, and she screamed in frustration around Greg's dick. He let out a shout. "Fuck, man, give me just another half a minute."

"Rules are rules, Greg," said Danny. "Gloria, come on up." She released Greg's dick with a pop, stood up, and turned to glower at Danny, whose own cock was hard now from watching her give a rabid blowjob.

He rolled the die. A six came up.

Danny looked her up and down and smiled. "The panties," he said. An appreciative chorus came from the others. She lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down over her tights, leaving her in only her revealing skirt and blouse.

"And now," he said, standing up, "get over here and bend over so I can fuck you."

"What the fuck?" said Stan. "She's not naked; you can't fuck her yet."

"Relax, Stan," said Danny. "I'm just going to take my three minutes. The rules were you could do anything in your three minutes so long as you didn't ask her to take off or move any other piece of clothing."

"One of you fucks just roll a three for me, then," said Stan. But he was getting hard as he watched. Gloria stepped up to Danny, turned around and bent over.

"Hmm, maybe you need something to hold onto," he said. "Brian, why don't you stand in front of her so she can suck your dick and hold on to your waist."

"Fuck!" said Stan in frustration. Brian got up quickly and stood in front of her. She put her hands on his hips. Stan and Greg were getting an excellent profile shot.

Danny began to push himself into her, and she moaned. Then she slid her mouth down over Brian's cock. 

The two were thrusting in rhythm, and she moaned as the seconds ticked past.

Suddenly she felt a whack on her ass as Danny pulled back, and she moaned again.

"Have you been a bad girl, Gloria?" Danny asked. She "mm-hmmed" and Danny swatted her again as he thrust into her. The flexible plastic ruler gave more of a sting than a real smack, but she loved the bite as the two dicks pushed into her.

"Fucking time," said Stan. She moaned again as Danny and Brian pulled out of her with pops.

"Jesus, boys," she said. "Someone needs to fuck me for real. Roll the dice!"

Brian picked up the die and rolled it. Four.

"Yeah!" said Greg. "Come back here and keep blowing me."

She walked over to him and got down on her knees. She dove onto his dick as best she could, giving it long strokes with her hand. The miles-long shaft slid past her lips, over her tongue and down her throat until she gagged. Then it pulled back and pushed back in. She gave a sigh as the smooth skin slid into her mouth. 

Suddenly, she felt Greg tense, and she slid her hand down to his balls to stroke them. He let out a yell and came, thrusting as he did. She gagged again as her mouth filled up and his dick pushed as far into her face as it could.

He pulled back and out of her mouth. One last little drop landed on her chin as he did.

"Swallow and clean me up," he said. She gave a loud gulping noise as she swallowed a mix of cum and spit, and then she gently licked his still hard dick.

"Time," said Danny.

"Oh, that was so worth the wait," Greg said as Stan high-five'd him.

Stan picked up the die. "Pussy or mouth; it's going to be hard to decide," he said. Four.

"Looks like you won't have to," said Greg. He pondered Gloria -- she hadn't bothered to get up this time -- and looked down at his flagging dick.

"I think I'll take a break. The die's coming up in my favor, anyway," he said.

"So you pass?" said Danny.

"Hell no," said Greg. "I think I want to watch her use her vibrator." 

"Nice!" said Brian.

"Gloria," said Greg. "Lie on your back and fuck yourself with your toy." He was losing the mild-mannered tone as the day progressed.

She walked over to the built-in and grabbed the long vibrator. She remembered when she had masturbated for Danny and Brian the first time she had had sex with them. She had loved the feel of them watching her pleasure herself, and that was only the two of them.

She turned to the room and gave the silicone shaft a stroke. Then she stuck the tip in her mouth. The four young men watched her, hungry for the scene.

She lay down, spread her legs a little, and flipped the switch. Stan and Brian let out a whoop.

She was horny as hell from the unfulfilling quickies she had had. She maneuvered the buzzing rod into her pussy and began pushing it back and forth. She moaned as it slid into her. She lifted her other hand to her chest and slid it under the shirt so that she could caress her nipple.

She didn't have time for the slow build-up, she reminded herself. In under three minutes, she'd be on to her next task. She tilted the vibrator up against her clit and moaned loudly as it began to have its effect.

The constant sex had had her on the edge for a while, and as the wand buzzed against her and inside of her, she began to feel her heart speed up. She opened her eyes and saw the four guys watching her. That was all it took. In a moment, she yelled out and felt her pussy clench against the vibrator. Her body shook, and she lost focus for a moment.

As she came down, she was panting. She started to pull the vibrator out.

"Time's not up, Gloria," said Greg. "Keep going."

She let out another loud moan and kept the vibrator pushing in and out of her sensitive pussy. She felt like she was getting close to another orgasm when Danny called time.

She slid the vibrator out and pushed herself up. Her knees were a little wobbly. She turned to put the vibrator back on the shelf.

"Three!" yelled Stan behind her. Greg had gone ahead and rolled. Where were the fives and sixes, she thought? She wanted a good, solid fucking.

"Yo, bitch," said Stan, "get over here and slide that cunt onto my dick." She turned around to see him stroking his cock. She walked over to him and bent down in front so he could look down her blouse. "You want me backwards or forwards, stud?"

"Forwards," he said. "I want to play with those big tithes of yours."

She climbed up onto his lap, grabbed his dick, and slid herself onto it, sliding her breasts past his face.

"Oh, fuck yeah," he said. "Now ride my pony, slut." He reached his hands up to her breasts and squeezed. She began sliding herself up and down, pushing herself as far onto him as she could. He was kneading her breasts as she did. She grabbed one of his hands and slid it into her blouse. She was tired of waiting for someone to roll a five or a six and get it off of her. He pulled and twisted her nipple a little, making her yelp. She continued to bounce on his cock, feeling his strong hand around her tit, until Danny called time. Jesus! She should've said that each player should get half an hour or something.

She slid off Stan's hard dick with a squish. Her pussy was soaking from this game.

Danny rolled a two. "I think I want the same thing, Gloria," said Brian. "Except I want you to face the room so everyone can enjoy your face as you fuck me."

She walked over to him, climbed onto the couch, and then faced the others as she lowered herself onto Brian's hard dick. Maybe he'd give her some satisfaction.

She began to bounce quickly. She wanted him to cum. He grabbed her hips and slowed her down. She took a breath and tried to make long, slow strokes with her pussy lips.

"Hey, Danny," he said as she lifted herself and slid down, "get the ruler." Oh, god, she thought. 

Danny handed it to him. She felt Brian shake his head. "Give it to Gloria." She was going to have a hard time spanking herself with this, particularly with Brian behind her.

"Gloria, hold the ruler in one hand and bend it back with your other. Then let go." She did, and the ruler wobbled a bit.

"Right. Now do that so it smacks against your left nipple." Oh, god, she thought again. Her hand trembled as she lifted the ruler, pulled it back, and let it go. She let out a yelp as the plastic slapped against her sensitive nipple. Even through her shirt, it smarted.

Her nipple stiffened even more in response. The boys could see them poking firmly against her white blouse.

"Now your right one, Gloria," said Brian. He still had his hands on her hips and was lifting her and pulling her down slowly. In a moment, her right nipple was stinging as well.

He had her alternate back and forth, flicking her own nipples as he fucked her, until Danny called time. Each slap caused her to yelp again, and the combined effect of the stinging and the fucking was leaving her panting again. The rest of the group had various degrees of hard dicks, watching her abuse herself as she rode Brian.

Brian rolled a two. "Yes!" he cried, "let's finish up. Kneel down and suck me dry, Gloria." She knelt down between his spread legs. Wasn't anyone going to roll a five or six? It felt like she had been wearing these clothes for half an hour.

"Yo, Danny," he said as she slid her mouth onto his glistening cock, tasting her own juices. "go to town on that ass with the ruler." She moaned hard onto his cock, and he stiffened again. He tossed the stopwatch to Stan.

She bobbed her head up and down Brian's rock-hard cock, and then she felt a rush of air as Danny kneeled behind her. She gasped as the ruler streaked across her exposed ass. Danny kept spanking her, and she groaned into Brian's cock each time. Each spank was mild, thanks to the plastic, but the cumulative effect was making her whole ass red and warm and more sensitive.

Brian didn't last more than a couple minutes into the blowjob. His dick got extra stiff and then she felt the rush of warm cum in her mouth. She sucked and sucked to get all the cum down, swallowing the whole time. Meanwhile, the ruler was hurting more with each spank. By the time Stan called time, she was yelling onto Brian's now-softening cock every time the ruler landed.

She pulled up with a gasp and stood up.

"Damn," said Stan, "look at that ass. All red and streaked and shit." He picked up the die. "I'm going to push my dick into that sore ass," he said. He rolled the die, but it came up with a one. "Fuck," he said, leaning back into the couch.

Danny thought for a moment. "I think it's picture time. Brian, get out the camera." She had known they were going to bring the camera, but she still wanted to get fucked. She pouted a bit, but she had to admit that drawing out the fucking, with a different dick in her every few minutes, was getting her horny as hell.

For three minutes, she posed as Brian snapped shots. She bent down in front of him so that he could look straight down her blouse at her hanging tits. She bent over with her ass to him so he could capture the red streaks on her naked ass. She posed with her ass out and her back arched up. And as the photo session rounded up, he got her on her knees and had her suck the dildo she had put on the shelf. The gang watching the show were responding with shouts and suggestions. Not to mention stiffening dicks.

She was loving being the center of lustful attention, and she was loving the variation in fucking she was getting from each of the guys. And this was only her second round. How creative were they going to get later?

Greg rolled a six. The guys let out a cheer. "Finally!" Gloria said.

Once again, Greg didn't hesitate. "Oh, the blouse for sure."

"Yeah!" yelled Stan. "Take it off."

She untied the knot at the bottom and then began to slowly unbutton the top. At each button, she pulled the blouse open a little bit more. Then she got to the last button and opened the blouse fully so that the boys could see her tits. Her puffy nipples were stiff from the attention. She shrugged the blouse off of her, leaving her in a minuscule flouncy red skirt and white thigh-high stockings.

She walked over to Greg and hoisted her breasts with her hands. "Now what?"

"I want you on my lap again, making out with me," he said. "But this time I want you riding my dick at the same time."

She practically came just from the thought. She was finally going to get Greg's monster between her legs.

She climbed onto the couch, straddling him as she kneeled down. He grabbed his dick and began to pull her down onto it. She was slick from her own juices, and she slid onto Greg's hard dick easily.

She let out a moan as she pushed herself farther and farther. She put her hands on his shoulders and leaned down to kiss him. He grabbed her breasts and began kneading them hard.

She lifted herself a little and then slid back down Greg's member. She moaned again. She did it again. And again. She loved the full feeling from this big dick. It was only a little shorter than her biggest dildo, but of course it was a real, hard cock.

She began to push up and down faster, bouncing on his pole. He had stopped kissing her mouth and was now actively sucking her tits, squeezing them into his mouth. She leaned her head back and gasped as she came down on his dick again.

She felt a quiver, deep inside her belly, and she knew she was close. She began to bounce faster. "Oh, oh, oh," she moaned as the pleasure mounted. "Oh, fuck me Greg. Fuck me hard." She opened her eyes to see Stan on the side of the couch, looking at her lustfully and stroking his dick. She thought of Brian and Danny on the other couch, seeing her naked back move up and down as Greg's cock slid in and out of her. 

The dam burst. The orgasm started out small, but then became a wave of pleasure washing over her body. She yelled out again as she felt Greg's dick fill her so completely. She felt her insides shake with the wave.

"Fuck yeah," she heard Stan say. "Pound that bitch, Greg." Greg was thrusting into her, and his long dick was actually beginning to hurt as it pushed high into her. But the pain was a part of the pleasure, too.

Danny called time. "Shit!" said Greg. "I was so close! Again!"

Danny rolled a five. "Yes!" he said. Gloria faced him and slowly swayed as she brought her hand down her chest, over her stomach, and to the button at the top of her short skirt. She unbuttoned it.

"Are you going to fuck me, Danny? Huh? I so want to be fucked. I want to be a little slut for you. I want to be a little slut for your friends, too." She began to tug the skirt down.

"I do not get tired of seeing that fucking cunt," said Stan as she slid the skirt down and stepped out of it.

"Get on your hands and knees, Gloria," said Danny. She did as he asked and he walked around behind her. He put his hands on her thighs and pushed them apart a little, kneeling between her legs.

He slid his hard dick into her, and she moaned. "Anyone else?" he asked her.

She swallowed. She was ready.

"Stan, get down here and kneel in front of me." 

"Fuck yeah," he said, lifting himself up and walking over to her.

She was feeling a little shy about the next bit. While Danny's rules gave her control over the gangbang aspect, it also meant that she had to ask to be fucked like a slut.

"When Danny cums," she said, "I'm going to take on the other three of you at once."

Cheers erupted. "Yeah, that's fucking awesome," said Stan. "I knew you were a big fucking slut, so start sucking my dick like the fucking cumbucket you are." She figured he'd last for a while while Danny wouldn't, and she wanted him, Greg, and Brian to cum at about the same time.

She slid her mouth onto Stan's dick as Danny began to thrust back and forth. He was thrusting hard enough that she was swaying a bit with each push. She could feel her breasts swinging between her arms.

Stan slid his hand behind her head and pulled her down. "Oh, yeah, bitch," he said as he began sliding and out, "I want to fuck your face." He began thrusting harder, keeping her head down with his hand. She gurgled a bit as he kept his dick all the way into her, only pulling back and pushing in a little.

He let his hand go for a moment and she pulled up quickly, sucking in air. Then he put his hand behind her head again and forced her down. Behind her, Danny was continuing to thrust, and she felt him sliding in and out of a pussy slick with her own orgasm.

In a few minutes, she felt Danny pushing faster. Stan was still holding her face down, only letting her up for air every twenty seconds or so. The constant pressure had caused her to gag once or twice, and her mouth was full of saliva.

She felt Danny begin to spurt into her, and she moaned. He pushed and pushed until he ran out of cum. Then he pulled out. Stan kept her face pulled down.

"Dude, she said we're joining in," said Brian. "Give her a chance to tell us how she wants us." He slid her hand off of her, and she pulled back, gasping again. Her lips were swollen, and her mouth was raw. Drool ran down her chin.

She let out a quick whoosh of air and paused for a moment.

"Okay," she said, still panting as she recovered from Stan's face fucking.

"Greg, come here," she said, crooking her finger at him. He jumped up from the couch.

"Lie down here," she instructed, and he did. His long dick was standing straight up; he hadn't cum before.

She crawled over to him, straddled him, and slid her sopping wet pussy -- newly slick from Danny's semen -- onto his cock. She moaned. She wanted to start riding it right then, but she needed to give everyone their instructions.

"Okay, Brian, come here behind me." Brian let out a whoop, fist-pumped the air, and came around behind her.

"Lube up first," she said. He stepped over to the built-ins, grabbed the lube, and squirted some onto his hand. He began stroking himself with it, and then he came and stood behind her again.

"Okay, Brian, you know what to do, right?" He nodded and gave her a big grin.

"Okay, Stan, come back here so I can finish sucking your dick for you."

He walked up to her and shoved his cock into her waiting mouth. 

"So Brian gets your ass, huh? You don't want me in it?" He was already thrusting hard as he talked. "Well guess what, slut. One of these times the die's going to come up for me, and I'll be fucking your ass so hard, you'll fucking beg me to stop." She doubted it; she had had bigger dicks -- including Brian's and Danny's -- in her ass before. Nonetheless, she let out a moan for his benefit as his hard shaft slid past her lips.

Greg began thrusting as well, and she moaned for real as the two cocks began pumping her. It felt so slutty.

Then she felt Brian's hands on her ass, and she tried to relax. The tip of his cock slid between her cheeks. A little further, and it was pushed against her anus. He held her shoulders and told Greg to stop for a second. Stan kept going.

Suddenly, she felt the tip of Brian's dick push into her ass, and she screamed with pleasure, though Stan's dick mostly muffled it. Further, further, further, and Brian was all the way in.

Then Greg, delicious, monster-dicked Greg, began thrusting again.

When she had first had Danny and Brian together, she had taken Danny in the ass while Brian fucked her pussy. So she thought she knew what to expect. But nonetheless, her head began to swim as the two cocks thrust into her, hitting each other against the thin layer separating them.




The Divorcee and the Yard Boy Ch. 09



The orgasm hit hard, and she had to work to keep from biting Stan's dick off. The sensation in her pussy and ass were causing her to forget everything else going on around her, but the dick thrusting in and out of her mouth kept bringing her back to reality.

Then the next orgasm followed right on the heels. She couldn't take this, she thought. It felt too good. Her body was shaking, and she was beginning to feel faint.

The triple thrusting continued, and she felt another orgasm hit her. She was suddenly limp from fatigue, but her lovers kept pushing and pushing. She had never felt so full in her life. It felt like cocks were in every single part of her. Like her body was made of cocks, thrusting and thrusting against her.

She was beyond shouting; she was whimpering as the three dicks hammered into her and another orgasm mounted. She needed them to cum soon; she needed them to be done. She was sweating from the orgasms, and her skin felt like it was on fire. Every nerve was alive.

Suddenly, Stan pulled out of her mouth and put his hand on his cock.

"Open wide, slut," he said as he started to quickly stroke himself. She lolled her head back and opened her mouth. Yes, she thought, treat me like a slut. Cum on my face. Cum on my tits. Let me feel your manhood wash over me. She was ready for it.

Stan's first shot streaked across her face. Then another. Then another. Some did make it into her mouth, but he wasn't aiming too carefully. He shot again and again. She felt his spunk all over her.

"Oh, yes!" she cried out. "Cum all over me, Stan. Give me the sloppiest facial you can! Let it drip down my face!" He grunted as her words spurred him to shoot once more across her. She really did feel like every square inch of her face was covered in his cum.

Brian and Greg started pushing harder. Two big cocks, sliding into her body. She couldn't take much more of this total loss of control.

Fortunately, she didn't have to. Greg had already been close, and he began shooting into her pussy as she began to move her finger across Stan's spunk and pull it into her mouth.

As he let out a groan and thrust, the sensation caused Brian to start losing it in her ass. She felt his hot cum wash up into her belly. The twin bursts of liquid warmth caused another orgasm to come crashing down. The stars came again, but this time they filled her vision.

The next thing she knew, she was being gently patted on the face by Danny.

"Gloria? Gloria?" She opened her eyes. Her face was still sticky with Stan's cum, and Brian's and Greg's dripped out of her holes as she lay on the floor.

"Jesus, Gloria, you blacked out. You scared the shit out of us."

"I did?" she asked. She went to stand up, but the stars came back. "Ooh, give me a moment."

"What happened," Danny asked.

"Oh god," she said, "it just felt so good. I couldn't handle it. The thrusting, the squirting. Feeling like a massive slut. It just overwhelmed me, I think."

"Fuck yeah," she heard Stan say, "we showed this cunt a good time."

She smiled weakly to reassure Danny.

"Just let me recover here for a minute," she said.

She could hear the other boys murmuring.

Suddenly she heard a rustling and a camera clicked. 

"What are you doing?" she heard Danny say.

"Bitch is going to just lay there," said Stan, "I think we should get some more shots."

"Dude, let her recover," said Danny.

"She can recover," said Stan. "I just want some new wallpapers for my computer, and this fucking porn shot should do it." Another click. She imagined she made for a good view. Her pussy and ass were both gaping from the treatment she had gotten, and cum dripped down her face.

She felt the blood returning to her face, and she slowly propped herself up on her elbows. She opened her eyes to see Stan crouched down with the camera lens pointed straight between her legs. The camera clicked.

"Okay, guys, I think I'm okay," she said. She reached up a hand, and Danny grabbed it and helped pull her up.

She paused. Yes, she still felt okay.

"Note to self," she said, "don't do that again right away." 

She took a step toward her bedroom. "But that doesn't mean we can't play some more," she said to the boys. "I'll just need to take the gangbang part a little more slowly."

"Yes!" said Brian. She smiled and walked to her room.

* * *

Twenty minutes later, she was walking down the hallway again. She had paused for a breather, cleaned up a bit, and switched to her next outfit. The blackout scare notwithstanding, she was feeling great. She had wanted to get heavily fucked, and her lovers were doing their jobs admirably. She wanted to spend every Sunday this way. It would certainly make sure she slept well before work tomorrow.

The four young men turned to look at her as she came in to the living room. Someone had piled up her previous outfits in one corner. That was thoughtful, she thought.

Whistles and catcalls came again. The twenty-minute break had given the guys a chance to recover as well.

She stood in the living room and twirled, letting the short silk robe flutter up a bit.

"We picked this one for nostalgia's sake," said Danny. "Gloria is wearing the short silk robe and the yellow bikini we've all enjoyed on her. Or, I should say, off of her." More hoots. It wasn't a new outfit for any of them, but she had to admit it was a pretty stunning look.

Danny handed Brian the die. "You're up, my man," he said. Brian rolled the die in his hands and tossed it on the coffee table. Three.

"Fuck yeah!" said Stan. 

"Well, I'm out of ideas at the moment," he said, "at least ideas with your clothes still on. So just come over here and suck my dick for a bit."

She walked over to where he was sitting and started to kneel down.

"Nah," he said, "just bend over and do it. Let's give the other guys a nice look at your ass." She put her hands on his knees, bent over, and slid her mouth onto his cock. He was tired, she guessed, but after three minutes of her sucking and licking, he began to stiffen a bit.

He picked up the die and rolled a five. "Lose the robe," he said.

She slowly untied the knot and opened the robe. She leaned down and shook her breasts over him, then she stood up and shrugged the robe off her shoulders. Her yellow bikini was a few small triangles held together with string that was tied in big bows.

"Yeah, that's what I like seeing," said Stan. He stood up. "Okay, now you can get down on your knees and suck some more." She kneeled in front of him and once again took his dick in her mouth.

"Actually, suck my balls for a bit, bitch," he said. She slid her head down and took one of his nuts in her mouth, gently rolling it around between her cheeks. "Ah, fuck yes," said Stan as his dick continued to stiffen.

A minute or so into his time, he stopped her again. "Fucking lay back on your elbows. I want to teabag that mouth of yours." She sat down and lay back, propping herself up on her arms as she tilted her head back and opened her lips. Stan stepped over to her and dangled his nuts over her face. She pushed herself up until his scrotum was well into her mouth. She began sucking and licking again.

"Ah, yeah, that feels awesome," said Stan. She was enjoying the relaxed oral activity, but Danny soon called time.

Greg picked up the die and rolled another three.

"Looks like it's my fucking lucky day," said Stan. "Lay down on the couch with your head over the arm so I can really get down your throat."

She climbed onto the couch next to Greg and rested her shoulders on the thick armrest, letting her head loll over the side.

"Fucking A," said Stan. "Having you as a little fucking sex toy is making my day." As his cock hardened, his rough streak began to re-emerge. She opened her mouth, and he stepped over to her. He pushed his dick in, and she felt it slide down her throat. Deepthroating his dick wasn't a problem, and she idly let him push in and out of her waiting face.

"Yo, Greg," said Stan, "you like her pussy so much, why don't you start rubbing it?" She sighed a little. Then she felt a hand over her bikini. Greg's thumb began to stroke her clit. Jesus, she thought. A big cock, liked going down on women, and seemed to understand a woman's anatomy. She really needed to get him alone. Maybe she could convince Danny and Brian that he should be allowed in the summer-long "I'm your sex slave" club.

The deepthroating she was giving and the strokes on her clit began to warm her up, and she let out a quiet little moan around Stan's cock.

Then Danny called time. Greg tossed him the die and he rolled it. A six. Here's where all the fives and sixes were from earlier, she thought. This was the pace she had hoped for originally.

"Take off that top, Gloria," he said, "and then come over here and let me fuck your tits."

She reached behind her back and undid the loose knot. The bikini top hung down, still covering her nipples. She reached behind her neck and undid the other knot. The top fell to the floor. 

She walked over to Danny. "Kneel down," he said. "I want you to do all the work on this one." She slid between his spread legs and wrapped her breasts around his hardening dick. He put his hands behind his head and leaned back. She hoisted her breasts up and down his dick, giving the tip little licks as it emerged from between them. He was rock hard by the time Brian called time.

Brian rolled a three. "Fuck!" he said.

"I did my time watching Greg get fucked earlier," Stan said. "Bitch, I want a tittyfuck, too." She stepped over, got down on her knees, and proceeded to bury him in her naked breasts until Danny called time.

Stan grabbed the die and rolled a five. He grinned.

"Take 'em off, ho, so I can get to that fine ass." 

She undid the bow over her right hip and then the one over her left hip. Her bikini bottom slid to the ground.

"Go get the lube," Stan said. She walked over, grabbed the bottle, and walked back. She handed it to him. He shook his head. "No, bitch. You fucking do it."

She started to kneel down.

"Stop," he said. She paused. "You haven't asked me nicely to butt-fuck you."

She avoided rolling her eyes.

"Will you please butt-fuck me, Stan?" she said.

"Maybe," he responded. "Maybe you should ask more nicely, though. I think some begging might be in order." Good lord, he was a dick.

"Oh, Stan," she started, "please fuck my ass. Please? I want to be your slut; I want you to have had me in every hole. I want to feel your hot spunk shoot into my belly. Please, Stan. Please fuck me in the ass so hard so I know what a slut I am."

That seemed to do it. "Okay," he said, and waved her over, "get me nice and slick." She squirted the thick lube on to her hand and started rubbing it over his hard cock. 

"Fuck, yeah," he said. "I think next time I get the number I'll have you give me a fucking handjob. I'll let you lick my spunk off your titties, too." Such a gentleman, she thought.

When she had applied a thick coat of lube to his dick, he stood up. "Get on your hands and knees and get that ass up in the air," he said. She did as he asked.

"Anyone else?" asked Danny.

"No, I think just Stan this time. I'm still recovering from before." Behind her, Stan kneeled down and pulled her ass cheeks apart.

"Oh, yeah," he said. "You are going to fucking love this."

She felt the tip of his cock push against her anus. Given his lube and Brian's earlier visit, he didn't have to push too hard at all before his head and then his shaft were sliding into her bowels. She let out a little sigh.

"Fuck, yeah, bitch," he grunted behind her as he began thrusting. In and out of her ass she felt his cock. She loved the feeling of his slick entry into her tight hole, and she rocked on her knees, letting out little gasps with each thrust.

While he had good stamina in general, he had also just had an almost solid sequence of blowjobs. About five minutes into his time with her, he began to push faster and faster. She moaned and yelled out, "Fuck me, Stan. Fuck my ass. Fuck me like the slut I am. Yes! Yes! Yes!" He moved faster and faster and then let out a shout as he came into her.

He finished and pulled himself out of her. "You're free now, slut," he said, "but next time you can clean your ass off my dick for me."

* * *

Gloria pulled on a tight white T-shirt over her naked breasts. She was already wearing high-cut soft, gray running shorts. Nothing underneath, of course.

She had to admit she was getting tired. But she was also as well fucked as she had hoped to be. She had had dicks every which way all afternoon. While she was feeling a bit sore from it all, she wondered if she could do it next Sunday, too

After the robe and bikini ensemble, she had worn a sleek, long, green silk gown with slits high up her legs. When Stan had rolled the first six, she had slid it off to reveal crotchless panties and a peek-a-boo bra. The boys had loved that, since they could basically fuck her however they wanted even before the last two items were off. Danny had rolled the final six, and he had her ride him reverse cowgirl style. As she did, she gave Brian a blowjob. She wasn't ready to try the three-on-one thing again, but two at a time she could manage.

After that, she had worn a simple cotton nighty with a pair of boy shorts underneath. Greg had rolled the final five and taken her missionary style, making her orgasm from the fullness of his dick inside of her. She had given Stan and Danny handjobs at the same time.

And finally, she had worn just the pair of panties she had worn on her wedding night: a white thong with a big lace bow decorating the back. One lucky roll was all it took, and Danny won it on the first turn of the round. Even though he was still soft from the previous round, he made her suck his dick until he hardened and came, a good twenty-minute endeavor. Meanwhile, he had her use the vibrator on herself. All told, she had had two orgasms while she slurped and licked and hummed and moaned against his dick.

But she wasn't done yet. Danny had added what he started calling the bonus round. As the evening settled over the city, the guys were going to watch gangbang porn, and she'd have to act out what they wanted to do. She looked at herself in the mirror for the zillionth time today, and headed back out.

On the big screen in her living room, she saw that they had already started. A blonde woman with massive tits was on her hands and knees. Each hole had a dick in it, and four more men stood around, waiting their turn. One would pull out, and another would push in. As tired as she was, Gloria felt herself get wet again as she watched.

Her lovers were enraptured, but then Danny noticed her standing just outside the living room.

The four young men hooted and hollered as she emerged, and Brian stood up and started clapping. The other three followed suit and -- she felt like a schoolgirl -- she blushed at this compliment.

"That was a hell of a time, Gloria," said Brian. She gave a little curtsy, lifting up the fabric of her shorts a bit. More hoots and hollers, of course. She was flattered that a flash of skin still turned them on. They had seen far more of her than that all day long.

"And I hear we're not done," she said, as the clapping subsided. More shouts from them all.

She turned to the screen. "So, boys," she said, "got any new ideas?"

"Not yet," said Danny. "She's just doing stuff you already did." Well, that was good to hear, she thought.

"Let's skip ahead," said Greg. "I'm sure there's something here." No doubt, she thought.

She sat down on the floor in the center of the room as the boys fast forwarded. They'd linger on one scene, fast forward, and then linger at another.

Suddenly, they found one that caught their attention. A small-breasted brunette kneeled, naked, in a ring of naked men. They were stroking their dicks, which were pointing at the woman like spears. Her makeup was smeared, and her cheeks were flushed. And she was holding a drinking glass. Gloria had a feeling she knew what she'd be doing next.

Sure enough, the boys watched as the woman in the video milked the dicks around her with her mouth. As each man came, she kept the spunk in her mouth and then spit it into the glass. 

"So, are you going to drink that for us?" asked the voice behind the camera. She nodded and flashed a big smile. She lifted the glass, opened her mouth, and tilted half the contents in. She opened her mouth to show it to the camera, and then closed her mouth and swallowed. She licked her lips, leaving a shiny trail of cum on them. She tilted the rest of the glass into her mouth, and the men on screen cheered.

Brian stood up and walked into the kitchen. He came back with a drinking glass. Everyone looked at her. She stood up and took the glass from him. "Let's see if we can put something into this for me to drink," she said, looking at the four men around the room.

That broke the silence. "Yeah!" said Danny. Stan and Greg high-fived each other again. The four walked over to her. She suddenly felt a little nervous as the four men surrounded her. Four naked guys, taller than her and most of them quite a bit stronger than her, formed a tight ring around her.

Danny grabbed her and pulled her in for a kiss. She melted into his lips. Then she felt Brian tug at her hand, and she began kissing him. A moment later, she was kissing Stan, who was kneading her breasts through her shirt. When she moved to Greg, she slid her free hand down to encircle his cock and began sliding it in her hands.

Once she was doing the same for Danny, she felt all the guys' hands on her body. Someone's hand was on her tit, another on her ass, one was sliding between her legs. Her pussy began to come alive again as hands explored her body. It felt vastly more intimate than the rest of the day, oddly. 

As she switched to Brian, she felt his hands begin to lift up her shirt. She broke away for a moment, set the glass down, and then lifted up her arms. He lifted up her shirt again, pulling it off her arms and exposing her naked breasts. The kissing and attention had stiffened her nipples.

She shifted over to Stan, and he just bent down and began sucking her nipples. She let out a little moan. Hands from the other three roamed over her body, making her tingle in anticipation. Some were running lightly over her flesh, some were grabbing her ass.

Greg pulled her over, and as he kneaded her breasts, she felt two different hands slide under her shorts to grab her naked ass. Another hand slid down the front to brush against her naked pussy. It wasn't long before one of the hands on her ass pulled down a bit. The hand in front slid down as well, and within moments, her shorts were down at her feet. next to the water glass.

She moaned as four sets of hands wandered over her body. Her skin was hyper-sensitive to the attention. She moved to kissing Danny. She slid one hand down to his cock and she felt Brian taking her other hand to his. A finger snaked between her legs and past her pussy lips.

The sensation was overwhelming her, and she lost herself in the tight circle of groping men. At this point, she thought, they could do anything with her. She felt like silk fabric running between their fingers: pliable, sensual.

She was kissing Stan when she felt hands on her shoulders begin to push her down. She slid down Stan's chest and stomach, kissing his muscular trunk all the way down.

Once on her knees, she took in the sight of all the hard cocks around her. The boys shifted to form more of a U, and she could see them all around her, pointing at her face. She slid her mouth onto Greg's long beast while her hand went back to Danny's. She bobbed up and down on Greg for a moment, and then shifted to the right. All these cocks bobbing in front of her: She couldn't choose. So she dove on to one for a few strokes while caressing another. Her whole world became this wall of flesh around her and the sound of her slurping mouth.




The Divorcee and the Yard Boy Ch. 10



Gloria turned the hot water on in her shower. Her black curls were matted and her face and breasts were sticky from the fountains of cum that had washed over her that night. Her sore pussy was still leaking cum down her leg. The cum in her ass was still pooled in her. It would probably trickle out over the rest of the night. She was exhausted from the fucking she had gotten all night long and the orgasms she had had along the way. The shower would feel great.

So that's what a real, honest-to-god gangbang felt like, she thought. She might be exhausted, but if Brian wanted her to do another one tonight, she'd jump at the chance. Her gut instinct had been right: Two guys at once had been life-changing, and the four guys she had fucked in turn last Sunday had been a revelation. Eight guys going to town on her? Suddenly two-on-one seemed like child's play.

The Friday night had started quietly. Neither Brian nor Danny had said he might come over, so she was catching up on back issues of The New Yorker with a glass of wine. It had been a long day at work, so she was looking forward to some down time. Still, she was feeling a little lonely. Her lovers had visited her throughout the week, giving her great sex from at least one of them each night.

Suddenly, she heard her cell phone buzz with an incoming message. She got up and walked over to the dining room where it sat.

"Feeling like a striptease tonight," it said. It was from Brian. She smiled. So much for down time and loneliness.

"What should I wear?" she texted back.

There was a pause. "Pajamas from Tuesday night. Something sexy underneath." He had come over Tuesday night to find her in pink silk pajamas with a button-down top and skimpy shorts. After he had had her take off the shorts, he had made her slowly unbutton the top while he took photos with his phone. Then he had made her ride his dick as he snapped more photos.

"When are you coming?" she wrote.

"Probably be there in 1/2 hour," he wrote back.

She practically skipped to her bedroom to look through her extensive lingerie collection. She held various bra and panty sets up to herself in the mirror, deciding which she liked best. Finally, she spotted a small white bustier. Perfect, she thought. She found a skimpy pair of white panties, and was good to go. She put on the pajamas over the underwear and applied slutty red lipstick, blush, and mascara. Yes, she thought, she looked pretty damn hot.

Forty minutes after Brian's last text, her phone buzzed again. "Running late," it said, "are you ready for me?"

"You bet, stud," she wrote.

Five minutes later, another buzz. "Here but I just had a great idea."

She waited. "Turn on all the lights in dining room, kitchen, hallway next to dining room." She thought it was an odd request, but she went ahead and did it.

Her house was ablaze with the light. She should really get dimmers for these fixtures, she thought.

"Lift blinds in dining room." She went and stood by the window and lifted the blinds. She peered out, but she couldn't see anyone.

"Go stand back by living room. Tell me when you're there."

She stepped back. She was trying to figure out his game. "Here," she texted.

A couple minutes passed. "I'm standing on walkway. Can you see me?" She looked out the window. All she could see was her own reflection and the brightly lit room behind her. Outside was too dark.

"It's too dark," she wrote.

"Good."

"Start stripping." He was going to watch her strip from the street. She tingled at the thought of some of her neighbors passing by and getting an eyeful.

She put the phone down and began swaying. The phone buzzed again.

"Put phone by your pussy. Ignore phone calls, not texts." She let out a little moan. She had used her cell phone as a vibrator before -- really, who hadn't -- but it had been a while.

She picked up the phone and started swaying again. She ran her hands down her body, holding on to the phone as she did. She slid them past her silk pajama shorts and then back up, over her breasts. She turned her head and pressed her lips against the phone while looking at the window. Her hips continued to gyrate slowly.

With her right hand, she pulled out the waistband of her shorts and panties. She moved the phone down again with her left hand and dropped it under her clothes where it settled against the front of her crotch. It made for a tight fit in the skimpy panties. 

She let the waistbands close with a light snap and began swaying again. She started rubbing herself up and down, kneading her breasts.

She was expecting it, of course, but she still let out a little yelp as her phone rang. She made an O with her mouth at the window for Brian's sake, and rubbed her crotch, pressing the phone against her. The buzzing was right against her clit, and she let out a moan.

After four buzzes, the phone stopped. But after a moment, it started up again. She stuck her ass out to the side and arched her back up, running her hands over her 36C breasts.

She began to ease her shorts down as the phone kept buzzing. She looked seductively at the window and teased the right side down. Then the left. She slid her shorts down just enough show off the white panties, and then she pulled them back and kept dancing and rubbing herself.

Brian was hitting redial as her phone went to voicemail. The buzzing was making her warm and wet.

She began to slide her shorts down again. A little bit further than the last time, and then she pulled them back up. She danced some more and then tugged them down again. But this time, she let them fall down her legs. 

As they did, she began to turn so that her back was to the window. She bent over and shook her ass at Brian, and then kept rotating it slowly.

She turned back as she danced. Her shirt ran to just above her crotch, though the last part didn't have any buttons. She opened it up so that Brian would get a good look at her panties, and then she let it fall shut again.

The phone continued to buzz. She could feel the vibrations further and further around it as her skin became more sensitive and as she approached an orgasm.

She kept swaying and bending, making sure to turn so that Brian would get a good look at her ass. She turned back to him and slid her hands up and down her torso, kneading her breasts.

Then she slid her hands down the front of her shirt. She unbuttoned the bottom button and opened up her shirt before letting it fall closed again. She slid her hands up to her breasts again and made a little O of pleasure with her mouth at the window.

She reached down and undid another button, again pulling her shirt apart from the bottom. The bottom of her bustier was probably just visible.

She didn't bother with the wait before the next button. Definitely her bustier was visible now. She only had two buttons to go before the whole top was undone.

She slid her hands up and undid another button. Only one was left. She began swaying harder, dancing as if she was in a club, so that her shirt would fan open with each sideways swing of her hips. 

She reached her hand down down down to her panties, where the buzzing cell phone made a rectangle against her pussy. She slid her hand over the phone and pressed it in again. She let out a little moan. The buzzing was getting to her, as was this striptease out where anyone could see her.

She turned so she was facing to the right and slid her hands over her round ass. She stroked it, up and down. She gave it a little spank. And then another one. Brian would have tons of ideas when he came in, she thought.

Still turned to the side, she reached up and undid the last button on her top. She stood up with her back to the window and began to tease the shirt off of her shoulders, exposing the thin white straps helping hold her bustier up and then the back of it. She turned to look at the window and let the silk shirt slide down her arms, leaving her in just her underwear.

She turned back to the window and started dancing again. But the buzzing phone and the sensuality of her act had finally taken their toll. One more buzz, and she came. She bent over a little bit and let out an "Oh, oh, oh," so that even through the window, Brian would see her mouth and know what was going on.

She stood up straight again as the orgasm finished, and started dancing more quickly again. She turned her back to the window again, looked at it over her shoulder, and shook her ass. She turned back to the front and put her hands behind her head, lifting up her soft black curls as she pouted a bit and danced some more.

The phone buzzed again, but just once. A text message. She slid her hand down the front of her body and reached into her panties. She pulled out the phone -- the back of it was wet -- and looked at it.

"Guy walking dog across the street totally checking you out." She almost came again at the thought. Was it a neighbor? Someone she could seduce later? Or share a knowing look with at a block party? She thought of some anonymous guy going home and masturbating later to the thought of the pretty woman dancing in the window and then confronting her weeks later with what he had seen. Guess she'd better give him some more fodder.

She smiled a big grin at the window and slid the phone back into her panties. She continued dancing as she reached her hands up to the straps at her shoulders. She pulled one down and slid her arm out of it. Then she did the same to her other strap.

She reached down to the bottom edge of her bustier, which ended about four inches above the waistband of her panties. She unhooked the bottom hook and then slid her hands up to the top edge. She undid the top hook. Her phone began buzzing again as Brian called her.

She continued to undo the hooks from the bottom and then the top as she danced and swayed. Just two hooks in the middle were holding it shut. The top had opened up so that her cleavage was on fine display, particularly with her breasts squished together from the top. Her bottom half hadn't opened as much, but you could still see her bare stomach all the way up to her ribs.

She bent forward and made a kissing face at the window. She undid the last two hooks, and then slid her hands up to her tits, squeezing them forward. As she stood up, she held the bustier in place.

She mouthed to the window, "Do you want to see? Oh, yeah, let me show you. Oh, yeah!" And on the last, she flung open her hands and dropped the bustier to join the silk pajamas.

Now she was dancing in just her panties. Her breasts were jiggling as she swayed and bounced in front of her window for Brian and the guy across the street.

The phone kept buzzing. That, plus the thrill of what she was doing, sent her to another orgasm, and she made an even bigger show of it to make sure that the guy across the street would see.

She slid her hand down to the vibrating phone next to her pussy. She pressed it against herself, enjoying the last buzz. She reached her hand in to her panties, licked her lips in a big way toward the window, and pulled the phone out. 

She turned so she was in profile, brought up to her face, and licked the back of it, which was damp with her sweat and pussy juices. Then she slid her hands back down the front of her panties and slid them down a bit. The phone stopped buzzing.

She pressed the phone back against her pussy, over the panties this time, and turned so her ass was back to the window. She slid her free hand into her panties again and pushed them down a little further, so that her ass was hanging out of them. Still no buzz.

Back around she danced, and soon she was pushing the front of her panties down. Her bare pussy was visible now, and she pressed the phone back against it.

With her free hand, she brought her fingers up to her ear in the classic "Call me" pose. She swayed in front of the window, her panties slid down to her crotch, for a moment until the phone started buzzing again. She let out a moan.

She hooked her fingers in the side of her panties and tugged them down a bit. She slid her fingers across the front of her pussy, stopping to reach a finger into herself and take it out to stick it in her mouth. She slid it in and out. She slid her hand down to the other side of the panties and tugged that side down as well. That freed them enough, and they slid to the floor.

She was totally naked now, dancing for Brian and the guy across the street. Who knew who else had seen her? The thought of it made her pussy clench. She kept dancing, letting her breasts sway back and forth as the phone kept buzzing.

She turned again, putting her back to the window. She bent over, swinging her hips. She spread her legs so Brian would be able to see her shaved pussy beckoning him. 

A moment later, she heard a knocking at her door. She smiled. The guy across the street was going to get a nice show as she opened the door to welcome her lover.

She set the phone on the table and walked over to the front door. She flung the door open and said, "Get in here and fuck me!"

And then she let out a shriek. Instinctively, she covered her breasts with one arm and her pussy with another as she jumped behind the door.

Brian was there alright. Along with seven twentysomething guys. The smell of beer washed over her. Holy shit.

"Gloria," said Brian motioning to a handsome man to his right. He was slurring a bit. "This is my brother Steven. He's back from college. He and some of his friends were giving me shit and saying I hadn't had enough sex for college yet. So I started telling them about how you had agreed to be my sex slave for the summer, but then I realized I should just show them."

He smiled. "And then I realized you could show them for me."

His brother smiled the same smile. It had a predatory quality to it. Nature or nurture? she wondered. "That was smoking hot. I've never seen anything like that." The others nodded and leered. She smiled back, weakly. She stood naked a few feet from eight buzzed guys who had varying levels of hard-on visible through their jeans. She was pretty sure she was in for a crazy night, and she was suddenly unsure how she felt about it.

"You're being a bad host," said Brian. She looked at him timidly. It didn't stop him. "Why don't you invite us in for the rest of the show?"

He was right. She had agreed to be his sex slave after he and her yard boy Danny had had sex in front of her. She had even practically begged him for a gangbang. She swallowed and boldly stepped out from behind the door. She had wanted this. She was going to get it. No sense doing anything except enjoying it.

"Come on in, guys," she said shakily.

"Gloria," scolded Brian, "use your arms." She still had one draped over her breasts and another tucked between her legs. 

She dropped them and swept them inward. "Come on in, guys." she said again.

The group started to move forward, but Brian put out his hands to stop them. "I liked your first invitation better, Gloria. The one you used when you opened the door."

Oh, god. She had thought it was just Brian on the other side of the door. Maybe the guy across the street. She swallowed again.

"Get in here and fuck me," she said again.

"Louder," said Brian.

She raised her voice. "Get in here and fuck me," she said again.

"Louder!" said Brian.

She shouted. "Get in here and fuck me!" The throng of guys on her doorstep cheered and pushed in. They brushed past her, hooting and hollering.

As she turned to shut the door, Brian said, "Step out and wave to the guy across the street. I think he's feeling left out. No need to invite him this time, though." This time! She almost waved him over as well. Eight guys were about to fuck her. Would she even notice another one?

But she decided to follow Brian's lead. She stepped onto her doorstep, naked as she could be, and gave him a big wave. It was dark, but she saw his pale hand lift up and wave back.

Then, feeling the excitement of what was about to happen overwhelm her, she blew him a big kiss. He blew a kiss back. She smiled, turned, wiggled her ass at him, and then tucked into the door, closing and locking it behind her.

The eight guys stood in her hallway, staring at her.

"How about you show us the way to the bedroom?" said Brian. She did her best to not let her knees shake and started walking past everyone. But Brian grabbed her and pulled her to him. He turned her to face the others, and reached his hands up to cup her breasts from behind. Her nipples were rock hard, and she swallowed again as he kneaded them.

"You know what she likes, guys?" said Brian. "I mean, other than cock?"The other seven guys were shifting on their feet, antsy to use her. One had already unbuttoned his jeans, letting them hang open.

She could smell the beer coming off of Brian. She then noticed that two of the guys were holding six-packs of bottles. The party had come to her in spades.

"And I mean," Brian slurred behind her, "she really likes cock. Like really really." A couple of the guys fist-bumped each other. They were all staring at her and murmuring. The open lust on their faces and Brian's kneading were making her warm and wet again.

"She likes it when you fondle her and kiss her," he finally said, reaching his head down to kiss the naked nape of her neck. She shivered. "So, Gloria, while you're leading us to your bedroom so we can do what you asked us to do, maybe we should all give you a little feel as you walk by."

"Yeah," he said. "Let's let each of these guys get a feel of those nice tits of yours."

She nodded and took two steps across her hallway until she was right up against another guy. Aside from Steven and Brian, she didn't know any of their names. She wasn't sure if that made it better or worse.

Her first stranger reached up his hands and fondled her breasts. He reached one hand down and squeezed her ass. "Oh, yeah," he said to her and the group, "these tits are fine."

He let her go, and she stepped to the next guy down the row. He kissed her and slid a hand down to her pussy. "She's soaking wet," he announced. "I'm going to have fun fucking that," he said.

She proceeded down the hallway, letting each guy grope her as they wished. By the end, she was quivering from the attention. Brian was right: She liked having lots of guys run their hands over her.

She had also gotten a good idea of what was going to happen to her tonight. Two guys had said they couldn't wait to fuck her pussy. Two said they wanted to feel her mouth on their cocks. And two had said, "Can't wait to fuck that ass." And she imagined everyone would go at least twice. 

She began to lead them down the hallway.

"Look at that ass," she heard Steven say. "Man, that is tight. I'm going to fuck that so hard she'll be blue in the face."

"Nah," she heard another one say, "she'll be blue in the face because she'll have my dick down her throat." The guys all laughed. She blushed, surprising herself at her reaction to being discussed like a piece of meat. But the anxiety she had felt when she had seen them all had dissipated as the eight guys stroked her and kissed her and felt her up. By now, she was super horny. And she had an army of men waiting to take care of that.

As she walked into her bedroom, she turned and put her hands behind her back. 

"Get in here and fuck me," she said to them again, smiling largely this time.

The guy who had already unbuttoned his pants -- he had a killer whale tattoo on his arm, she noticed -- pulled them down and whipped out his cock. He was ready. "Come over here and suck on this, pretty little thing," he said. She got down on her knees and walked on them over to his dick.

As soon as she slid it in her mouth, the room erupted. It was as if they had all been waiting to see if it was really happening. She looked around from her cocksucking to see the seven other guys taking off their clothes. In just a moment, hard cocks in all shapes and sizes were jutting out in front of the guys. 




The Divorcee and the Yard Boy Ch. 11



Gloria snagged another french fry from Danny's plate and smiled at him. Her chicken Caesar salad had been good, but this restaurant had excellent fries. Danny lifted his soda up to his mouth to finish the last sip. He had treated her to dinner, and the two were exchanging light banter.

She had been amused -- and delighted -- by his suggestion that they go on a date. She had been having sex with her yard boy since the beginning of summer, even offering herself as a sex slave to him and his friend Brian to entice the two men to have sex with each other one afternoon. They had taken her dare and had since fucked her every way imaginable for two months, even sharing her with friends.

It was her best summer ever.

But despite the fact that she had been having daily sex -- and raunchy sex at that -- with them, they hadn't ever really gone out. She had done things in reverse: Sleep with them first; get to know them second.

So here she and Danny sat, sharing a dinner at a local restaurant. It was a casual burger place, but she didn't expect an 18-year-old to have much sophistication. Maybe she'd take her two lovers to a nice restaurant at the end of the summer. She was teaching them how to be animals in bed: Teaching them a little sophistication along the way wouldn't be a bad idea.

She and Danny had talked about this and that and the other thing, as you do on a date. She asked if he had any thoughts about what to study in college. History, he had said. So they talked about that. She had been a history minor in college. He asked her about her job, and she told him she was an administrative assistant at a law firm. It was funny. Danny had already fucked her for months, and tonight would be no exception. He had a ton of photos of her in slutty poses. He had arranged for her to strip for and have sex with his friends Stan and Greg for a full day. But here they were acting like they were on a second date.

Danny excused himself to go to the bathroom, and she looked around the restaurant. Families, mostly, but there were a few teenage couples scattered about. She imagined she and Danny made a curious sight: She was youthful looking, and it's not as if 30 was old, but anyone could tell that Danny was on a date with a much older woman.

She swung her gaze around again, and she noticed a man two booths down looking at her. He quickly averted his gaze back to his wife and two daughters. She smiled. She was used to it. Her 36C breasts, shoulder-length black curls, and pretty face caught men's attention when she looked her worst. Tonight, with a tight light green cardigan stretched over her breasts, a bright red lipstick on her mouth, and the glow of a well-fucked woman lingering around her, she hoped she looked ravishing.

Danny came back and she leaned forward. She pushed her arms under her breasts to show off a nice amount of cleavage.

"Don't look too quickly," she said in a soft tone, "but there's a guy two tables down checking me out. He is so jealous of you right now."

Danny leaned forward and looked down her sweater at the swell of her breasts. "I don't think he's the only one," he said in a tone matching hers.

He jerked his hand and knocked his napkin to the floor. "Oops," he said. He leaned over to pick up the napkin, and she saw his head tilt to the left. She played with the top button of her sweater, and out of the corner of her eye she saw the dad looking at her again. Danny came back up, napkin in hand.

He leaned forward again. "You kind of feel sorry for him," he said. She raised an eyebrow. "He's out to dinner with his wife and kids, and here's this total looker sitting two tables away." She smiled at the compliment. "And you know there's a part of him that's thinking of what it would be like to go home with you instead of them. Wondering what you'd look like naked, in bed, with your legs spread, waiting for him to fuck you."

She felt herself warm. She loved it when he talked like this, and smiled at the thought of him two months ago, blushing and stammering as she seduced him.

"Maybe he's going to masturbate about you tonight," Danny continued. He knew she found it irresistible to picture guys jerking off while imagining her. Her pussy juices began to flow a tiny bit.

"You don't know," she said. "His wife could be a total athlete in the sack. Maybe she gets down on her knees, naked and wet in the shower, and sucks his dick every night, and he won't have any energy left to jack off." Danny shifted a bit. Two could play this game.

"Hmm, maybe," he said. "So maybe we need to give him a bit more fuel for his fire."

He leaned back in his chair and scooted over on his bench.

"What are you wearing under there?" he asked.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" she asked back with a grin.

"I would," he said. "Why don't you look at Family Man back there and undo the top button of your sweater?"

She managed to not let out a little moan as he ordered her to expose herself. She looked directly at the man and reached her hands up to the small button at the base of her neckline. Slowly, she undid it. The man gulped.

"C'mon, Gloria," said Danny. "That's all you're going to give him? Open up that sweater a bit. Give him a nice look at your tits." She was breathing hard, and she slowly pulled her sweater open a bit, exposing the crests of her breasts.

"Very nice," said Danny. "And you know what?" She looked at him. "He's not the only one looking now." She flushed a little bit and darted her eyes around the room. Men around her had all noticed the activity and were doing their best to look at her without being noticed. It wasn't working. Some of the women they were with were looking at her as well, some with angry faces.

Danny leaned forward again. She leaned in toward him, and he looked down at her much more exposed breasts. 

"I still want to know what you're wearing under that," he said with a glint in his eye. "And I still can't quite tell." He leaned back. Her pussy juices were out in full force now as she exposed herself, however slightly, to a room full of men and women.

She looked at Family Man again and lifted her hands. His wife was talking to him now, and he was doing his best to look at her while keeping Gloria in his field of vision. She undid the second button down, and pulled her neckline open a bit more. Her red lace bra with black lace trim came into view, with her breasts swelling above the cups. A just-visible hook on the front of the bra held it together.

She glanced around again. The guys around her were staring more openly now. She saw one wife kick her husband under the table.

"Well, I guess that answers that," said Danny. "And I know you well enough to know you're wearing matching panties under that skirt." She had on a white, knee-length, pleated skirt that moved in swishes as she walked. And yes, red lace panties with black trim covered her pussy, narrow strings arcing over her hips to connect the small front and back triangles.

"I think I'm ready for the next part of our date," he said with a smile. If it involved sex, she was, too. Danny stood up and held out his hand to help her. She took it and lifted herself out of the booth. He leaned in to kiss her cheek and then whispered in her ear.

"Unhook your bra to give Family Man a nice peek," he breathed along her neck.

She turned slightly to face Family Man, and then lifted her hands to her bra. His wife, oblivious to his distraction, kept talking. She unhooked the front of the bra, and spread her sweater again to reveal the chasm where her large breasts pushed against each other. The wool still kept her breasts from pulling apart.

Danny took her hand again and led her out to his car, a five-year-old gray Honda Accord. Probably a hand-me-down from his parents, she guessed.

He opened the door for her and she sat down, fanning herself slightly. He got in on the other side and leaned over to her, turning her face toward him. He slid his tongue into her open lips, and she kissed him passionately. She was horny. She wanted his dick right now. He slid his hand into her sweater, and she moaned as his fingers coursed across her sensitive nipple.

"Want to come home with me?" she asked as he pulled his lips away.

"I have other plans for tonight," he said. "I thought we could drive up to Inspiration Point."

She laughed, and he looked at her. "I haven't been to Inspiration Point since," she said, "well, since I was a teenager." He shrugged and pulled the car backwards.

As he pulled out of the parking lot and turned on to the avenue, he adjusted his rear-view mirror so that he was seeing her reflection in it.

"It wasn't very nice of you to laugh at me like that," he said. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, Danny. It just brought back a bunch of memories. I wasn't laughing at you; I promise."

"It's not like I can take you home with me, you know," he said. "My parents aren't going away like Brian's did."

"I'm sorry, Danny. Really." She simpered and turned towards him. "I hope you'll let me make it up to you."

"Oh, I think I can come up with something," he said, turning his face to grin at her before looking back at the road in front of him.

She settled back in her seat.

"In fact," Danny suddenly said, "why don't you finish unbuttoning your sweater?"

She smiled and moved her hands up to her buttons for the third time that evening.

"Can you see me in the mirror?" she asked. He nodded.

She began slowly undoing the third button from the top. Then the fourth. At each button, she opened the sweater as far as it would go. Her breasts, still loosely covered by her bra, were fully exposed now. She undid the fifth button. Finally, she undid the last button and let the sweater fall open. Around her, cars zoomed past, but they were going too fast, and it was too dark, for them to see much of anything.

Then they came to a red light. A car pulled up next to them, blaring out a hip-hop song as the beats shook Danny's car.

"Flash those big tits at the car next to us, Gloria," said Danny. Oh, god, she thought, she was so horny. She couldn't believe he was making her do this.

She turned to the other car and grimaced. She wasn't going to have to get their attention: Two young black men sat in the car, staring at her. She grabbed the edges of her sweater and the still-unhooked bra and pulled them wide, jiggling her breasts at them. She couldn't hear them, but they were clearly yelling something. The driver spun his hand around in a circle, and she rolled down the window.

"Those are some nice tits," he shouted. 

"Thanks!" she shouted back.

"Give them another shake for us, honey," said the passenger. She wiggled her torso at them again, and they hooted.

"You are one lucky son of a bitch," the driver shouted to Danny. Danny nodded happily. The light changed, and he pulled forward. Gloria settled back in her seat.

"Maybe I should have them come with us, huh, Gloria? Brian told me about your party on Friday. Maybe we should do it again? Get a bunch of guys together to fuck you silly? Brian said you took all that dick like a champ." She moaned a little. On Friday, Brian had brought seven men to her house. The eight guys had fucked her for hours.

The light ahead of them turned red. The hip-hop car came up on her right and the two men in it were already looking at her.

"There's a pen and pad of paper in the glove compartment," said Danny. "Get their number." Oh god, she thought. This was what she got for agreeing to be a sex slave.

She rolled down her windows, and the two men in the neighboring car were already whistling at her.

"Can I get your phone number?" she said loudly across the dividing lane. She held up her pen.

"Fuck yeah, honey," said the driver. "Why don't you hand me that pen and I'll write it down for you. She reached her arm out.

"I can't reach that," he said. He was keeping his arms in the car. "Lean out and hand it to me." Clever move, she thought. She unbuckled her seat belt and stuck her chest out the window. Her breasts dangled down between the cars as he took the notepad. 

"Stay there and I'll write it out for you," he said. The car behind theirs honked loudly, and she heard more shouts erupt from it as they rolled down their window.

"Show us those tits!" said the passenger of the car behind Danny's.

"You heard him," said Danny. She grimaced again, turned slightly -- leaning out of the car like this was an odd angle -- and pulled open her sweater. More hoots from the car behind her.

The driver of the car next to her held up the pad of paper, and she leaned forward again to grab it.

"You get tired of your boyfriend, there," said the driver, "and I'll show you what a real dick is all about."

The light turned green, and she settled back into her seat, buckling herself in and rolling up the window.

"What do you think, Gloria?" said Danny. "Should we give them a call? Tell them to pull into some parking lot so we can fuck you on the hood of the car? Would you like that? Bent over with your tits against the metal and a dick between your legs? It's a nice idea." She felt herself getting wet again. "But I kind of like having you to myself and just giving all these guys masturbation fodder," he said. She sighed in relief a little. A night fucking strangers all over town was not what she had anticipated. She knew she had agreed to do anything Danny wanted, but that would've been tough.

Danny changed lanes into a left-turn-only lane.

"You're getting on the freeway?" she asked. "Inspiration Point is over that way," she said as she pointed to the hills.

"I know where it is, Gloria," he said. "But I thought a quick trip on the freeway would give you a chance to give me a blowjob." What was it with guys wanting blowjobs while driving?

As he pulled onto the freeway, Gloria unbuckled her seat belt again and then repositioned herself so that her knees were on her seat and her face was over Danny's lap. Thank god he drove an automatic, she thought. The last time she had done this -- for her ex-husband, in fact -- the stick shift kept jabbing her in the ribs.

She unbuttoned his pants and fished his hard dick out from under his boxer briefs. She licked the head and Danny moaned. Then she slid his stiff cock into her mouth and pushed her head down onto it. "Oh, yes!" he cried out.

She heard cars zooming around then as her head bobbed up and down on Danny's dick. After a few minutes, Danny adjusted his foot and the car slowed a bit. She kept sucking. 

Suddenly she heard a truck honk its horn behind her.

"I think that trucker is digging the sight," said Danny. She bet he was. Her ass up high and her head in Danny's lap, bobbing up and down.

"Why don't you flash him, too," said Danny. She moaned around his cock and then pulled off it to sit up in her seat.

She looked up at the truck driver keeping pace with them. He glanced away from the road and smiled down at her. He quickly looked back to the road and gave her a thumbs-up. She blew him a kiss and then pointed to her exposed chest, which was once again partly covered by her sweater. He nodded, and she grabbed her sweater again and opened it wide, letting him see her naked breasts. It was dark, so he wouldn't be getting a great view, but he'd be getting a pretty good one. She jiggled herself for his benefit and got another thumbs-up and grin.

"Okay, Gloria, back to the blowjob," said Danny. She turned away from the truck and began to bend over again.

"Actually, take your skirt off first," he said. She moaned at the thought of herself bent over Danny's dick as a stranger checked out her almost-naked ass. This had long ago passed out of second-date territory.

She sat back up and looked at the truck driver again. She pointed to her breasts and he nodded again. She gave them a big jiggle so he'd be sure to see them swaying. His head flickered between looking ahead at the road and looking down at her. Then she moved her hand down and pointed at her crotch. He nodded enthusiastically. She moved her hand down to the hem of her skirt and began to pull it up. Up and up and up, until he could look through the window and see the red lace panties with the black lace trim. He honked his horn again in appreciation. She slid her hand between her legs and stroked her wet pussy for him.

She leaned forward, letting her breasts sway, and reached behind her to unbutton and unzip her skirt. She lifted herself off the seat and tugged down. Once her skirt's waistband was down far enough, she sat back down and tugged it all the way off. She sat there in red lace panties, an unbuttoned green cardigan, and an unhooked red lace bra. Danny's dick was rock hard as he looked at her in the rear-view mirror, and she imagined the truck driver was having a similar reaction.

She waved to the truck driver again and turned toward Danny. She got up on her knees again and slid her mouth back over his dick. He moaned.

"You liked that, huh, Gloria? Liked giving him something to jack off about? Maybe we should let him have a turn with you. Imagine if I made you write 'Follow me' on your chest and we led him to some nearby exit where I'd send you up to his cab and let him fuck you. I'd tell him he could fuck you any way he wanted for as long as he wanted." She moaned around Danny's cock as she imagined it. While she wasn't really in the mood to fuck strangers all over town, the thought was still pretty hot.

He slid one of his hands onto the back of her head and began to push her down. She let his cock slide over her tongue and down her throat.

"Yeah, sounds fucking awesome, doesn't it?" said Danny. "Or maybe we could take him to a truck stop, and he could just tell all the other truckers there that you were waiting in his cab. Would you like that?" He was pushing her head down and then letting her come up for a second before he pushed it down again. He was rock hard.

"When Brian told me about your gangbang, I was so jealous. I want to see you getting hammered by a big group of dicks. Brian hit eight; maybe I could get twelve. Or twenty. Would you like that? More dicks than you can count stuffing into you? A long line of men waiting to fuck you?"

She moaned around his cock some more. Her pussy was gushing as he talked to her and pushed her head down his shaft some more.

Suddenly, he tensed and pushed her head down as far as it would go. She breathed through her nose and caressed his dick with her tongue. A squirt of hot semen went down her throat. Then another. then another.

He kept her head in his lap as she sucked him dry. Only when his cock began to soften did he let her up again. She sat up and looked at the truck driver. She winked and blew him a kiss, and he honked his horn again, giving her another big thumbs-up. How he had managed to stay on the road, she didn't know.

Danny slowed and let the truck pass him. He merged behind it and then into the rightmost lane. He exited at the next off-ramp. No truck stop orgy for her, she guessed.

"God, Gloria," he said, "that was fucking awesome. I mean, Jesus, I can't even imagine how hot that looked from up in his cab. If I were driving along and saw someone like you with your clothes off giving a blowjob, I'd pass out on the freeway."

"You liked it, baby?" she asked. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Just wait until we get to Inspiration Point. I'm so horny; I just want to crawl in the back seat and have you fuck me. Over and over again. I want you think of all the nasty things those guys in the car and the truckers might have done to me, and I want you to do them all." 

"You're all warmed up, huh?" he asked. "Well, we've got about fifteen minutes until we get up into the hills, so why don't you play with yourself for a bit. Get yourself nice and wet for me."

"Oooh, I thought you'd never ask," she said. She slid her hand down the front of her panties and pushed her fingers into her pussy, which was sopping wet by now. The show she had given the truck driver had made her horny as hell.




The Divorcee and the Yard Boy Ch. 12



Gloria was close to an orgasm. She was stretched out on the dining room table, Brian's dick pushing into her pussy and Danny's shoving into her mouth. Her black curls were matted from her sweat and from a bit of cum that Brian had shot into them earlier while he was aiming for her face. Her tits bounded back and forth as the two young men thrust and thrust as hard and as fast as they could.

Brian began to cum and she moaned around Danny's dick. She was so close! But her moaning caused Danny to start cumming. He shot twice into her mouth and then pulled out to shoot a final burst across her tits.

"Oh, god," she said, as she writhed around, "please let me cum!"

Brian grinned at his friend. "What do you think? Should we let her?"

"No, I think she has to work more for it," said Danny.

She yelled in frustration. She had promised to be the two boys' total sex slave for the summer after they had acted out a bit of gay male porn in her bathroom. She had been fucked by them, their friends, and total strangers in every hole, every position, and every place imaginable. But they had become so used to using her for their pleasure that they no longer even bothered to worry about her orgasms. In fact, this afternoon they had explicitly told her that she couldn't get herself off. And they were taking long breaks between fucks so that the cresting wave wouldn't break.

"Anything!" she shrieked. "I'll do anything!"

"You've already promised us that," said Danny. She pounded her fist against the table.

"Yeah," said Brian, "you've been a great slut for us. I can't wait to show your pictures to all the guys in my dorm next month. Or the fraternity I'm rushing." She moaned again. Danny and Brian were leaving for college in two and a half weeks. That was when their official arrangement ended, but fucking the two guys all summer long had made her wonder when they'd be home for break. Brian was going to UC Berkeley, just 60 miles north of her. Danny was going to UCLA, which was a lot farther, but not so far that he wouldn't be up for a long time.

"But we're running out of ideas," said Brian to her. "So why don't you come up with the nastiest, sluttiest thing you can imagine that we haven't done yet, beg us to do it to you, and, if we like it, we'll make you do it, and then we'll let you cum."

Suddenly the doorbell rang. The three of them started at the noise.

"But first," said Danny, "go get the door." The two guys laughed.

She didn't even have to ask if she could throw on the black baby doll that was tossed to one side of the table. She knew them well enough to know what the answer would be. Not that it would have done much good anyway: It was made from sheer fabric and cut to just below her hips. It tied together loosely in the front.

Well, she thought, maybe her visitor would make her cum. She figured the boys would make her fuck him. Or her.

Maybe that's what she should suggest, she thought, as she scooted off the table and began to walk to the door, Danny's cum dripping along her breast. Hire a call girl, and the two women could go to town on each other for their audience.

She flung open the door to the glaring afternoon light. Her eyes focused on the person on her doorstep, and she went cold.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" she said to the man with the short black hair, green eyes, and two-day-old beard. Her ex-husband, Bill.

He was clearly startled to see her answer the door naked, but he recovered quickly. "I was just in the neighborhood and wanted to see how you were doing, baby," he said. His eyes roved down her body, hungrily. "Seems like you're doing fine," he finished, licking his lips.

"Leave, Bill," she said, ice dripping from her voice. "You had your chance, and you threw it away." She swept her hand down her naked, sweating body. "You can think of this when you're fucking the little blond tart."

"Aw, don't be like that, baby," he said. "Carol and I are through. She wasn't a real woman like you." A year ago, she would've been on her back for Bill the moment she saw him. He was great in bed, and the two had been passionate lovers long after they got married. But she had never cheated on him: He had betrayed her.

He started to step in. "Hey, baby," he said, "let's forget that and have some fun. You're already dressed for it." He leered. "Though I tend to like you with a little bit more on." She had an extensive set of lingerie and sexy costumes, and Bill had enjoyed every piece of it. He liked it best when she was not naked but down to one little slip of a garment while he fucked her.

"No, Bill," she said, and put her hand out to stop him and push him gently back to the door.

"Aw, c'mon, Gloria," he said. And he stepped back in.

"No, Bill," she said again. "You had your chance, and now it's gone."

He got an angry look on his face and stepped in again, grabbing her wrists and shoving her back against the wall. She smelled alcohol on his breath. She let out a shriek.

"I don't think so, baby," he said, as his hand groped her tit.

"Hey, what the fuck is going on?" she heard Brian's voice from the hallway. Finally, she thought.

"Who the fuck are you?" said Bill.

"No, who the fuck are you?" said Brian. He came down the hall, his ripped physique glistening with the sweat of his exertions with Gloria. She felt Bill shrink back a bit, even though Brian was stark naked. Bill was fit, but nothing next to Brian, who was not only younger by 12 years but also a water polo player.

"I'm her husband," said Bill with a smirk.

"You mean her ex-husband," Brian said. "And it didn't sound like she invited you in," he finished, putting his hands on his hips. The unexpected gallantry made Gloria warm a bit. She'd have to think of a good way to repay him for that.

"Well, this is my house," said Bill. 

"Not anymore, dickhead," said Gloria, "you gave it up in the divorce."

"Hey, shut up," said Bill. He still had her wrists locked together. He turned and pointed to Brian again. "And who the fuck are you again?"

Brian didn't flinch. "I'm her lover, and I think you should let her go." He stepped forward again, and Bill let her hands go. He stayed where he was, though.

"Yeah?" he said. "What are you going to do about it?" Brian could easily take him, thought Gloria, but he was pissed off, and Bill was never one to back down.

"What the hell is going on out here?" Danny appeared at the end of the hallway, naked as well and carrying a length of rope. She guessed the boys had been planning to tie her up.

"Jesus," said Bill. He looked at Gloria again. "How many guys are you fucking here?"

"None of your business," she spat back at him.

"Two so far today," said Brian, "but I've seen her take on eight." Gloria flushed. Bill and she had done a lifetime's supply of kinky deeds, but she had only ever had one guy at a time before banging Brian and Danny. And now she was addicted to gangbangs. What did Brian mean, "so far today?" She looked at Bill and went cold again. Not that, she thought.

Bill gaped. "Jesus, you have become a total whore," he said to her. "I hope these guys are paying you well, because you are a fine piece of ass."

"Hey, back off," said Brian.

"Yeah?" Bill repeated. "What are you going to do about it?" He looked at Brian but his eyes flickered to where Danny stood. Brian could take him easily, she thought, but Brian and Danny could give him a solid thrashing.

Brian paused for a moment and then looked back at Danny.

"Actually," he said, "I was going to invite you in."

"What!" shrieked Gloria. "No!" Fucking strangers she had gotten used to; fucking the ex-husband she hated was something else.

Brian looked at her and winked. "Gloria," he said, "tell Bill here about your agreement with us."

She swallowed. "I've agreed to be their sex slave for the summer," she said quietly.

Bill gaped again and looked at the two young men. "Holy shit! How did you arrange that?" 

"That's not important," said Brian. "What's important is that if I tell her to invite you in ..." he said and looked at Gloria with raised eyebrows. She felt her eyes begin to water.

"Come in, Bill," she said. Bill grinned and looked at Brian and then at her.

"After you," he said.

She sighed and turned, walking to the living room. Bill and Brian followed behind her, checking out her ass. Bill was sounding more confident.

"Man, I love that ass," she heard him say. "God, the number of times I've fucked that! And amazing every time."

As she stepped into the living room, Brian grabbed a chair from the dining room and plopped it down to one side.

"Have a seat," said Brian to her ex. Danny sat down on the couch, silent as he watched. Gloria didn't know what Brian was doing, but her heart sank as she imagined her ex-husband fucking her again. Even worse, she was so close to cumming that she worried she'd go over the edge with his dick inside of her. Still, that wink had left her confused.

"Gloria," said Brian, smiling at her. "Why don't you go get Bill a drink." She grimaced and turned to the kitchen. She grabbed a beer from the refrigerator -- she knew Bill's tastes -- and brought it out to him. She held it out and he began to reach up his hand.

"Gloria," said Brian. "That's not a very polite way to serve beer. Why don't you bend over and hand it to him? And make sure he gets to feel your breasts." Bill looked up at her and smiled, his hand turning slightly and shaping itself into a cup.

She leaned over and felt a sour taste fill her mouth as his hand caressed her naked breast and played with her nipple. She gritted her teeth. Soon he grabbed the bottle, and she stood up.

"I have to say, honey," he said, "I really like this new you." He looked at Brian. "Tell me about her pulling eight guys in a train."

"Gloria," said Brian, "get me and Danny drinks, too. I think just water given all the sex we've had today." She went back and filled up glasses. She brought them out, and Danny and Brian both massaged her breasts before taking their glasses. Brian had her sit on the couch between him and Danny as he talked about her eight-man gangbang. 

She blushed until it hurt as Brian described the night. How he had made her do a striptease in front of the window in her brightly lit dining room, not revealing until she flung open the door, naked as she was now, that there had been seven other guys with him watching her from her dark path.

He described the cum splattered across her body, the sight of three men in her at once while she gave handjobs to two others, and the sight of a beer bottle sliding in and out of her cunt. She began to feel warm as she listened to his description and remembered the night. Even her ex-husband, sitting there with an increasingly obvious hard-on, couldn't diminish the memory of that fun.

Bill shook his head. "Jesus, that's amazing," he said. "I would've given anything to see that."

Brian stood up, walked to the coffee table, and grabbed his cell phone. No, she thought. He had been calling her while she stripped to buzz her phone next to her pussy.

"One of the guys took this and sent it to me," he said. "Take a look."

Gloria then had to listen as she heard Brian's friends whispering loudly as they watched her dance.

"Jesus, she's hot." 

"Look at those melons."

"Check it out, the panties are coming off."

"Oh, god, I think I'm going to jizz right here."

"Aw, man," said Bill, "I love her stripteases. She used to do them for me, too. She'd start with her normal clothes, or maybe one of her little outfits, and just slowly undress for me as she danced. Nothing would get me harder, and then I'd just fuck her for as long as I could." She had to admit, Bill could keep his erection going for a long time. What he lacked in quantity next to her spry lovers, he had more than made up for in quality.

"So, tell me, Bill," said Brian. "Why did you cheat on her?"

Bill waved his hand. "I don't know, man," he said. "There was this blond chick at the office, and I guess I was bored and wanted something fresh." Ooh, she wanted to get up and scratch his eyes out for that.

"Bored?" said Brian. "Jesus, it sounds like she was as much a sexpot then as now. How do you get bored with that?" Yeah, thought Gloria.

"Bad judgment," he said with a smile. That disarming, charming smile that had first attracted her to him.

"But I'm ready to make amends now," he said. "I see now that I wasn't enjoying her to her full potential. I mean, jesus, eight guys! I've got a dozen friends who always thought Gloria was the hottest thing around." She admitted the thought made her horny. She could guess some of the friends Bill was talking about, and some of them had filled secret fantasies in her head.

He winked at her. "And, man, I could get a big, fat raise if my boss came over." The cold she felt toward her ex-husband flooded her again. Though she had to wonder how it was different than Brian sharing her with his college-aged friends to seem cooler. But to have it be so calculated rubbed her the wrong way.

"So when can we get this party started?" said Bill. "I mean, I'm her husband, but I'm happy to share her with you."

"Ex-husband," said Brian again, with a slight tightness in his voice. "And it's us who will decide if we share her with you."

Bill looked at Brian and Danny. He smiled broadly again. "Hey, man, whatever. I just want some of that sweet pussy. And I'm sure you guys do, too."

"Before that," said Brian, and Gloria felt her heart sink again, "I have a question for you. What's the nastiest, sluttiest, raunchiest thing she's ever done for you?" Brian leaned back. "We're out of ideas."

Bill paused and thought for a moment. "Well, I've seen her go down on chicks before. That's pretty hot." Brian turned to look across her to Danny. Danny grinned and looked at her. Time to dig up those numbers, she thought.

"Then there was the time we played out that scene from 9 1/2 weeks," he said. "You know the one?" Her current lovers shook their heads. They probably weren't even in Kindergarten when that movie came out, she thought. "With the ice? Man, it's fucking hot. Mickey Rourke sliding ice cubes around Kim Basinger's nipples and under her tight panties?"

"Oh, I know," Bill said, snapping his fingers. "A rimjob. Man, every now and then she'd lay me out on the bed and just slide that sweet tongue up my asshole. God, I thought I was going to cum so much I'd never be able to cum again."

Brian's dick had been getting hard again as he described Gloria's grand night, and she saw it twitch as Bill described her rimjobs. She hadn't done them often, but it was true that Bill had cum explosively when she had.

"Nice," said Brian with a grin. She could guess what she'd be doing soon.

Brian stood up and walked over to Bill.

"Bill, man, I don't know about letting you join us," he said. Gloria had no such uncertainty.

"I mean, you were a total dick to Gloria," he said. "And I've come to like her. Plus, you were clearly being a dick to her when you came in. I don't think fucking her is a good reward for that. Do you?"

"Hey, man," said Bill, "I was just overcome to see her again." She rolled her eyes. Bill could talk his way out of almost anything.

"On the other hand," Brian continued, "that divorce has given me a summer of the best sex I've ever had. And probably will ever have." Wait until Christmas, thought Gloria. Or next summer.

Bill nodded. "I can believe that," he said. "There's no one like her."

Brian stepped behind Bill's chair and put his hands on Bill's shoulders. 

"So I think I should let you stay," he said. Bill smiled at her, and her heart sank.

Then she saw Brian push his hands down a bit, and Bill winced.

"But I don't think I should let you join us," he said. "Danny, bring me that rope. We were going to use it on Gloria, but I think I want to make sure you stay seated."

"Hey," shouted Bill. "What the fuck? You can't tie me up in my own god damn house!"

"It's not your house anymore, Bill," said Brian. Danny had stood up. "And if you want to complain, you can either leave, or we can call the police and tell them you forced your way in and tried to rape Gloria."

Gloria smiled back at Bill as her body warmed at the thought. Him forced to watch her as she had sex with her new lovers? Yes, that would be quite fun. And she'd give Brian and Danny one hell of a fucking while he watched, powerless to do anything, his hard-on not getting any relief.

Danny started to tie Bill to the chair. Her ex-husband was still sputtering. Brian turned to her.

"Well, Gloria," he said, "I think it's time for a striptease. Go pick out an outfit and give us all a little show." She smiled and turned to her room.

"And remember," he said as she left the living room, "don't get yourself off. We want you to explode when you finally cum." She groaned. She needed relief.

In her bedroom, she didn't even hesitate to pick an outfit. She knew what Bill's favorite was, and she hadn't yet worn it for her young lovers. To wear under it, she found a simple plain pink thong. Her breast was still sticky from the shot of cum across it.

Before donning her outfit, she had a wicked thought. She grabbed her red lipstick, stood in front of her mirror, and did her best to write "Slut" on her stomach. It was shaky, and it looked like she was still learning to write, but it got the point across. She drew a big heart around it.

When she finally emerged from her bedroom and walked to the living room, she was happy to see that Bill was snugly tied to the chair. His eyes popped when he saw her.

No wonder. The checked blue dress was stunning. Puffy sleeves came a short way past her shoulder. A short skirt flared up atop a mound of ruffles. The skirt floated so high up on its bed of fluttering fabric that you'd barely need to look to see her ass. White tights, topped with lace garters, came midway up her thighs.

Brian and Danny looked at her with open lust. Danny motioned to the middle of her living room between the chair and the couch.

"Oh, baby," said Bill, "I can't wait to see you take that off."

She grimaced and looked at Danny and Brian. They nodded.

"Make sure everyone gets to see everything," said Brian, sipping on his water. So much for her idea of only letting Bill see her ass. She nodded.

Slowly, she began to sway. She slid her hands up to her breasts and squeezed them through the fabric. Then she turned, continuing to sway her torso. She faced her ex-husband and began to bend over. Behind her, Danny and Brian whistled as her pink thong came into view. Bill's eyes were transfixed on her breasts, which filled the gap the dress had left as she bent.

"Do you like my tits, Bill?" she cooed. He nodded.

"You know I do, baby," he panted. She could see his erection forming again. She kneaded her breasts up until they looked like they were going to pop out.

"Oh, good," she said. "Because Danny and Brian are going to have so much fun with them." He frowned. 

"Do you remember how my tits felt wrapped around your dick?" she asked, still bent over and still kneading her breasts. He gulped and nodded.

"Oh, yeah, these boys know what it feels like," she said. "They love sliding their dicks so far between my tits that the tip pops right into my mouth." She parted her lips and licked them. She stood and swayed again, turning back to her lovers.

She bent to give them the same show she had just given Bill. "Oh, jesus," he said as he caught a glimpse of her ass.

"How about you, guys? Do you like seeing my big tits?" They nodded. They had seen her strip a zillion times, and had fucked her up and down and back and forth, but they were still enraptured by her slow, seductive disrobing.

She stood up again and slowly slid one of the dress's shoulders down. She lifted the arm in it and tugged the sleeve some more. The dress had plenty of elastic, and in a moment she had removed the sleeve from her arm entirely. She continued to dance and began to remove her other arm. Before long, the two sleeves were off her arms entirely, and her bare shoulders slid up and down as she made a seductive show.




The Divorcee and the Yard Boy Ch. 13



"Now spin around for me," said Danny. His voice was a bit garbled through her laptop's speaker, and the video was a bit choppy from his webcam. She hoped things were better on his end.

She stood up from being bent over her laptop keyboard, where her barely contained breasts had hung in front of her own webcam a moment before. She was wearing a sheer black nightgown with light gray lace trim. The bottom of the teddy went just past her hips. 

She pirouetted so that the soft fabric slid up her body, exposing a simple black g-string.

"I think that will do nicely," said Danny. "I wish I was the one coming over tonight to fuck you."

"You're not?" she said. She had assumed the steamy video chat was just a preshow.

"Nope," he replied. "I have to get up early to help my dad with something."

"So who is coming over?" she asked.

"Well," he said with a grin, "I thought I'd let that be a surprise. And I don't know when he'll show up, exactly. But you do for him what you'd do for me." 

Which was anything. She had agreed to be a total sex toy for Danny and his friend Brian (not to mention several of their friends and also some strangers) for the summer. There was only a week left before they left for their respective colleges, so they were cramming in as much fun with her as they could. And when they couldn't be with her physically, the webcam on her new laptop had proven to be an acceptable surrogate. Two nights ago, Brian had watched her fuck herself with a gigantic dildo. 

She blew Danny a virtual kiss as he signed off, and then went over to the bedroom and crawled into the big bed with the latest book she was reading. She read for an hour or so, but began to drift off. Whoever was coming hadn't shown up yet. Maybe he hadn't been able to make it, she thought.

She woke to the sound of her doorbell ringing. She moaned and looked at the clock. Two in the morning. Couldn't her mystery lover have come by a bit earlier? She tousled her black curls and snatched at the short silk robe lying on the chair near her. As she stumbled into the hallway, yawning, she tied up the robe. "I'm coming!" she yelled as the doorbell rang again. Sheesh.

As she walked past the dining room to the door, she felt a sudden whoosh of air behind her, and she screamed out just as a hand covered her mouth and nose. She squirmed, but the man behind her held her tight.

"Well well," a voice whispered behind her ear, "don't you look delightful. Danny said he had you dress up for us."

As the realization hit her sleepy brain, she relaxed. This was her visitor for the night. So who was at the door? Things were going to get fun, she thought. And how had this guy gotten in?

The hand not covering her mouth slid down and around until it cupped her ass. "Mmm," the voice said, "I'm going to fuck that hard tonight."

"I know Danny told you to do anything I want," the whispering voice continued, "but we're going to play a game, and I'm going to get a little fantasy acted out. I want you to struggle as much as you can. But don't try to escape, and don't cry out. At least not too loudly." The voice chuckled at this last. She nodded to show she understood.

"Good," he said, "pretend you're getting raped. Resist it as much as you can. Until I show you how I'm going to blackmail you. Then I want you to give in, but I want you to be reluctant."

She nodded again. "I've thought about tonight quite a bit," he said, "and I've masturbated to the vision a lot. But tonight you'll be the one caressing my big, long cock." And at that she recognized the voice. Greg. Danny and Brian's well-endowed friend, who had had some fun with her over the summer as well. She nodded for a final time, but vigorously. Oh, yeah, his dick was a treasure, and it sounded like she'd get a lot of time with it tonight. And, she guessed, with at least one other one. Her pussy clenched at the thought.

"Good," he said again. "Okay, showtime." He called out, "you can open the door. I've got her." The door opened to reveal two bulky men, wearing ski masks. She imagined Greg was wearing one, too. She knew she had locked the door, but she guessed Greg had unlocked it when he snuck into her house.

As the two men stepped in, she shouted out against Greg's hand and squirmed violently, though not so violently as to force Greg to lose his grip.

"Turn on the light," said Greg, "so we can get a good look at our fun for tonight." She squirmed and shouted again.

The light came on, and she blinked against its sudden glare.

"Dude," said one of the men at the door, "you said she was a sure thing. She doesn't look like a sure thing right now."

"She will be a sure thing once we show her the present we brought her. Isn't that right? You're going to do what we want?" Another shout and another struggle. Greg adjusted his grip to hold her wrist in his hand. He squeezed it until it hurt, and she quieted down.

"See? She's getting calmer already." She shouted into his hand and shot angry glares at the other two men.

"Dude, I'm not up to raping some chick," said the guy on her left.

"Will you just trust me?" Greg snapped. "We'll make sure she asks politely before we have some fun with her. I told you she's a sure thing, and she is. If she doesn't want to play along with us when we show her her present, we'll leave. Fair enough."

The two men looked at each other. She could sense their hesitation. But they looked back and nodded, slowly. "This isn't turning into a rape, though, man."

"Trust me," Greg said again, "it won't."

"Now," said Greg, "why doesn't one of you open up the robe and see what we'll be enjoying tonight. Once she asks us to."

The man who had spoken stepped forward, and Gloria began to squirm again. As he stepped closer, she kicked out. Her foot connected with his groin. It had been a light kick, but it had been hard enough to make him wince.

"Bitch!" he said as the pain shot through him. He stepped up quickly, smacking her next kick away, and grabbed her robe. He slid his hands down to the thin sash tying it closed.

"That fucking hurt," he said. "If my friend here was right, and you are a sure thing, I'm going to make you pay for that." With that, he yanked at the loose knot and ripped her robe open. The two men facing her froze when confronted with the sheer black fabric covering her full 36C breasts. The one who had opened her robe let out a low whistle and looked down at the heaving cleavage just visible through the see-through fabric.

"You weren't kidding when you said she was hot," said her disrober. 

"Yeah, I hope this whole thing works out, man," said the other man facing her. "Because I want to see that body." She shouted and squirmed again.

"Look, guys," said Greg, "she dresses like this just when she's going to bed. I'm telling you, she's a slut." She shouted again. "Once we convince her to have sex with us, she'll go all out." Another squirm.

"Hey, man," said Greg to the friend who was still holding back. "Come closer and take her from me. I want to feel those nice tits for a minute." The second stranger came up and took her wrists from Greg. But in the hand-off, Gloria writhed and broke free. Second Guy tried to snatch her, but he grabbed her robe and she quickly pulled out of it. Greg tried to stop her, but she shoved at him and ran past. She darted toward her bedroom and closed the door without locking it. A smart victim would have rushed out the front door or screamed or locked the bedroom door. She hoped Greg's friends would assume she had panicked and hadn't thought straight, not that she was in on the game.

She knew exactly where she'd hide. She and her ex-husband had played "midnight rapist" a number of times. In fact, she thought, she might have been wearing this same outfit for one of them.

She quickly climbed onto the low dresser behind some of the lingerie she kept hanging in the bedroom's walk-in closet. The door to the bedroom opened just as she disappeared. She settled in.

The best thing about the dresser for this game was that she couldn't just sit on it without being visible. Also, there was another, taller wardrobe next to it. So the "most comfortable" way to stay there was on her knees, with her arms stretched out over the neighboring furniture. She pulled up the nightgown a bit so that whoever found her would see her leaning forward, tits hanging down and ass up high. She saw the light in the bedroom come on.

"Dude, I have a bad feeling about this," said one of the Not Gregs.

"Trust me," she heard Greg's voice from the bedroom. "I've got a surefire plan. She'll totally do what we want once we show her the video." Ah, she thought, the blackmail.

"I don't know," said his friend again.

"Look, like I said, if she won't willingly agree to what we want then we'll leave her alone."

"And upload the video," said his friend.

"Yeah, douchebag, that's how we're going to get her to do what we want. Her choice."

"It just feels like rape," said the friend. She had played her part too well, perhaps.

"Here," said Greg, "have some more liquid courage, and trust me." That's how he had gotten them to play along, she thought. By getting them a bit drunk. She didn't imagine you could just casually mention blackmailing a woman into sex without some resistance. At least, she hoped not.

She heard the three rummaging around her bedroom.

"She's got to be in here somewhere," said the guy who had disrobed her in the hallway. "She's not under the bed or in the bathroom closet."

"Check the big closet," said Greg.

The light came on in the closet where she had hidden. It was only a matter of time now, she thought. The lingerie hanging next to her didn't hang all the way down to the dresser, so anyone bending down would see her knees and calves.

"Man, look at all this lingerie," said Disrober. He let out another low whistle. 

"I told you," said Greg, "I heard she was totally into it."

"Did you see that piece on her under the robe?" said the other Not Greg. "Man, that was fine."

"Yeah," said Greg, as he walked into the closet next to Disrober, "anyone with this much nice underwear is going to be a total slut for us. You don't have this much if you don't like sex. Look at these outfits, man. Cheerleader, schoolgirl, maid, nurse. Shit."

Suddenly, she heard hangers swoosh apart. One of the two boys had come up with the obvious way to find her. 

Within seconds, the ones next to her flew apart. "Oh, man," said Disrober, "look at what I found." Greg came up next to him and whistled. "Look at that ass," he said.

The other Not Greg crowded in next to his friends. "Oh, god," he said.

"Listen," she said, "please don't hurt me. I've got money; I've got jewelry. I can give you whatever you want. If you leave now, I won't tell anyone you were here." It was a trite line, but she wasn't expecting a long first act.

"Oh, we don't want money," said Greg. He grabbed her wrist and began pulling it off. She struggled to pull it back.

"Please no," she said. 

"Grab her legs," said Greg, "and let's get her to the bed."

Disrober's concerns seemed to have vanished as he looked at the scantily clad woman bent over in front of him. He reached out and grabbed one ankle and then the other. She squirmed and pulled and kicked, but to no avail. Within moments Greg and Disrober had her stretched out between them, her wrists in Greg's hands and her ankles in Disrober's. Her teddy was still hiked up over her g-string, and she bucked in their hands to wiggle it up her torso a bit more.

The two dumped her unceremoniously on the bed. Greg kept her wrists pinned while Disrober held her ankles down.

"Come here and hold her wrists," said Greg to the Not Greg still in the closet. "I want to get her present ready." Within a moment, her wrists had been transferred and Greg had swung himself onto her, kneeling over her stomach and applying just enough pressure that she had to take shallow breaths. 

Greg fished his phone out of his pocket but stopped. He looked at the Not Greg who was holding her hands.

"They're nice, right?" Greg asked. She looked back and saw her captor's eyes riveted on her heaving breasts. He nodded. There was a hunger there. Three drunk teenage boys had just pursued and captured a beautiful woman wearing next to nothing. She wondered if they were actually going to get to the blackmail part of this rape/blackmail scenario.

"Go ahead; see how they feel." The boy's eyes flicked up to Greg, but that was his only hesitation. He pinned her two wrists in one of his hands and darted his hand under her black teddy so that he could squeeze her tit. A part of her wanted to moan in pleasure, but she still had a part to play. She squirmed again.

The boy feeling her breast said, "Oh, my god, these tits are amazing."

"Please don't hurt me," she said. "Please, just let me go. I won't tell anyone about this."

"Don't worry, honey," said Greg. "Hurting you isn't in the plan."

"Hey," said Disrober at her feet, "is he copping a feel? I want some titty action."

"Dude," said Greg, "you've got her legs and pussy in front of you."

Suddenly Disrober's weight shifted and he sat on her ankles. Her feet stretched under him but were immobilized. She suddenly felt two hands running up and down her thigh, caressing her pussy. She writhed.

"How's the view down there?" asked Greg as he laughed.

"Fucking beautiful," said Disrober. "This g-string; it's like she's already naked." Fingers brushed up against the satin front, and she squirmed again, vainly trying to kick free. Even if she were sincere about the effort, the three boys had her well pinned.

"And what kind of person goes to bed in a black teddy and g-string?" asked Greg.

"A slut," said Disrober. The three boys laughed.

"True dat," said Greg. He looked down at her. "Are you a slut?" Yes, she thought. Probably the biggest slut you all will ever meet. But that wasn't the game. She shook her head vigorously.

He slapped her face, hard enough to sting. She let out a yelp; it had taken her by surprise. "I don't think that's the right answer," he said. "Are you a slut?" he asked again.

She shook her head again, and he reached his hand onto her tit and pinched her nipple so hard she let out another yelp. Wrist Boy continued to feel her up, as did Disrober. She hoped they got to the sex soon, because it was going to be clear fast that she was enjoying this.

"Again, not the right answer," he barked. "Are you a slut?"

She whimpered a little and slowly nodded her head.

"See, guys, what did I tell you?" The other two snickered.

"Please," she said again, "please don't hurt me."

"What do sluts like?" Greg asked his friends.

"Sex," said Wrist Boy.

"Not just sex," said Greg. "Cock. They love cock." He looked down again. "Do you like cock?"

Boy did she. Greg's cock in particular. She shook her head again, but Greg raised his hand and she whimpered again. Slowly she nodded her head.

"See, she's telling us she loves cock. Lots of cock. Isn't that right, honey?" She nodded again and her captors snickered again. Oh, yeah, the blackmail part of this was fading fast.

"Do you want our cocks in you, slut?" he asked. Again, she wished she could be honest. Not yet, though. She shook her head vigorously.

"Please don't," she said. "Please, please don't."

He reached his hand down to her tit again and yanked at her nipple. She gasped, partly in pain but partly in pleasure. She hoped Disrober wouldn't discover yet that she was getting really wet. All it would take was for his fingers to slide into her.

"Yes, okay, you can put your cocks in me. Just please don't hurt me."

Greg laughed. "See, guys, she's already asking for some action and she hasn't even seen her present yet." The snickers and feeling up continued. Wrist Boy was trying to tug her teddy up to expose her tits and Disrober had his hands on her ass.

"But we want her playing along nicely," said Greg, "so I think we should show her what brought us here."

He fiddled with his phone and turned the screen toward her as he hit a control.

She immediately recognized the video: It was the one Brian had shot of her stripping and fucking him in his room. Britney Spears' "Slave 4 You" was the soundtrack.

"Where did you get that?" she asked in a panic. Duh, she thought. Brian had given it to him. Or to Danny, who had then given it to Greg. Still, it seemed like the expected thing to say.

"The question isn't how I got it," said Greg, as he held the screen in front of her, "it's what I'm going to do with it."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"See this little button here," he said, "it will send this video up to YouTube. Just like that. And then we'll send the link to all your friends and co-workers. You see, Gloria, we know all about you."

She squirmed again. Disrober had finally slid his hands under the tiny triangle of her g-string. "Holy shit," he said, "she's shaved her pussy bald." There was a pause, and she gasped as his fingers found her cunt and slipped inside. "And she's totally wet, man. She's loving this."

"Is that true, Gloria?" asked Greg. "Are you loving this?" She squirmed and shook her head again as Disrober's fingers pushed further in.

"So the question, is, Gloria," said Greg, "what should I do with this video? Upload it? Or delete it?"

"Please just delete it," she said. "Please. It would ruin me if that got out." In truth, she had long ago assumed that any digital media of her would be uploaded by her lovers. She admired their restraint in not uploading anything so far. An ex-boyfriend had sent her pictures up to one of those "my hot ex-girlfriend" sites, and her ex-husband had, in the course of their messy divorce, uploaded a video of her giving him a blowjob. She was well represented on the amateur porn sites, and no one at work had ever said anything.

But she guessed they didn't want "shrug it off" girl. They wanted "desperate to save her online reputation" girl.

"That depends on you, Gloria," said Greg. The video continued to play, and she watched herself doing a sexy dance on it. The sight was making her hot and horny. When was the sex starting again?

"Are you going to be a good girl for us, Gloria?" asked Greg. "Or do we upload the video?"

"Please," she said. "Don't upload it. I'll do anything."

"Anything?" Greg said. She paused and then nodded. "Well, I can think of a lot of anythings, and all of them would make you a very good girl indeed." The Not Gregs laughed again. He lifted himself off of her and stood up. Wrist Boy wasted no time. He snagged the fabric that had been under Greg and lifted it up, exposing her naked breasts.

"Oh, god," he said, as he squeezed them.

"Okay, guys," said Greg, "I think she really likes her present. Why don't we let her stand up a bit and thank us for it." He looked at her, spread out on her bed with his friends holding her down and her skimpy clothes already mostly off. "Now, listen to me, Gloria. If you try and escape, or cry out, or fight back, or do anything other than what we want, we'll just assume you want us to upload that video. First we'll hold you down and fuck you, and then we'll upload it. Do you understand?" She nodded and said, "Yes. Please. Please don't upload that. I'll do anything. I'll be a good girl. I promise." She resisted the urge to sound slutty as she said that. She was supposed to be terrified, not thrilled.

Greg nodded at her two captors, and they slowly let her go. "Stand up," he commanded her. She sat up and rubbed her wrists and ankles. Then she turned and slid out of bed. Her black teddy fell down again, covering her up. If you could call it that. Wrist Boy and Disrober adjusted so they sat on the edge of the bed. Greg stood between her and the door. Not that she was planning on running away.

"Well," he said. "My friend there liked seeing your g-string. So why don't you show it to him again."




The Divorcee and the Yard Boy Ch. 14



Gloria checked her makeup and primped her hair. She looked at herself in the mirror: tight white tank top; short, flared denim skirt; lack of bra for those who could tell. She was hoping she would get laid today by her new yard boy.

Her previous yard boy, Danny, had been a gem, and she had seduced him at the beginning of the summer. And then offered herself as a sex slave if he and his friend Brian went down on each other in front of her. They had, and so she had spent the summer getting seriously, awesomely, unbelievably fucked. But all along, he had kept up his yardwork duties. He just took more breaks for blowjobs and whatever else he could think of.

He had left for college almost two months ago now and she had gotten tired of doing the weeding herself. So she had asked him in email if he had any friends who might be interested. They had to be hard-working, honest, and so on.

And fuckable. Her garden wasn't the only thing that needed tending. Though Gloria was back to dating men her own age, she retained a taste for young, eager cock. She liked the idea of her paramour being a title passed down from senior class to senior class. Tuffy the Vamp Layer, she had chuckled to herself.

Danny had responded with a couple of names. "But I'm jealous that they'll be in your pussy, and I won't," he said. When she had seduced him, he had been so innocent. Now he had fucked a woman almost every conceivable way a woman could be fucked.

She had talked to the two guys and settled on Billy, largely because we was hotter. Sandy hair, piercing blue eyes, ripped abs. Definitely fuckable.

He had come over twice so far, and she had kept the conversation strictly on the up-and-up.

Today? Not so much.

She had already planted some seeds. Two nights ago, she had sent him an email with links to erotic stories that she considered his homework. Two minutes later, she had sent a follow-up email, saying, "Oh my god! My email selected the wrong name. I meant to send those to a guy I like. I'm so sorry; please don't click on those links." Ensuring, she hoped, that he would.

There was a knock on the door, and she hurried to it.

"Hi, Billy," she said with a wide smile. He grinned back. Such a pretty pretty smile, she thought.

"Hey, Ms. White," he said. Was she mistaken, or was there a bit more leer in his eyes?

"Billy, I think you can call me Gloria now."

"I'll try to remember, Ms. White," he said. She rolled her eyes and let him in.

"I was hoping you could give the front yard a bit of time today," she said. "A bit of weeding, rake up the leaves, that kind of thing."

"Sure thing," he said. He went into the garage and opened the door so he could bring the tools to the front yard without any problems.

Once he was set up, Gloria went out front and stood next to him.

"I'm sorry it's so hot today," she said, flapping her neckline in and out in what supposed to be a casual cooling-down maneuver but also gave Billy a peek at her naked 36C tits if he was paying attention. "Do you want some water?"

"Maybe in a bit, Ms ... Gloria," he said. She turned to him and smiled. Oh, yes, he had noticed her show.

"Billy, I have a favor to ask of you," she said. He started and looked up from her chest with his stunning eyes. Maybe she should just fuck him right there. No. She had a plan, and she had to stick to it.

"I'm going to take advantage of our last sunshine to do some sunbathing," she said, "and I have to ask that you not come into the backyard. Just ring the doorbell if you need anything." She paused to make it appear that she knew this was a weird request. "I'm just not very fond of tan lines," she said in a rush, "and I need some privacy." Hint, hint, Billy, she thought.

He nodded and smiled. "I get it," he said. "You can count on me."

"Good," she said as she smiled and turned into the house.

She brought him his water and then went into her back yard and stripped off her tank top and skirt. Underneath, she was wearing the bottoms to a yellow bikini that had been a big hit with her summer lovers. She oiled herself up with suntan lotion, hoping her skin would still be slick enough later to allow Billy's cock to slide between her tits. She lay down on the lounge chair, untied the bows on the bikini bottom, and waited.

She heard the clip-clip of Billy's clippers getting closer as he moved through the front yard. Suddenly they stopped. She could guess what was happening. Billy wasn't coming into the yard, but there were gaps in her fence. She rolled herself over, letting her raven curls fall to the side and her naked breasts pool on her chest as, she hoped, her new lover watched.

A few minutes later, she heard the tools going to work again, and she smiled to herself.

By the time he finished up, she was back inside. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt that barely covered her ass and the same bikini bottoms. Just a girl in a shirt and a bathing suit. No big, right?

He washed his hands and sat down at the table. She poured him another glass of water, and they chatted while he drank it.

"Let me get your money," she said, pressing her hands on the table to stand up. She went over to her purse, bent over far more than was strictly necessary, and rummaged her hands through it. Then she stood up and faced him.

"Shit," she said. "Billy, I'm really sorry about this, but I forgot to go to the bank last night. I'm all out of cash. Can I pay you next week?"

He slowly smiled. Ah, good, she thought. He had done his homework.

"I guess so, Gloria," he said. "But it's a bit of a pain."

"I know; I'm really sorry. I feel like an idiot. I'll get you next week, I promise. God!"

She moved into the kitchen. He stood up and came to the entrance, leaning against the wall. 

"Can I get you some more water," she said. 

"Sure, Gloria," he said. She went to the fridge and bent way over to get the pitcher.

She had planned for this; she had orchestrated it. But the feel of his hands on her hips still startled her. Which gave her enough time to slip into her act. She stood up and spun around, still holding the pitcher.

"What do you think you're doing?!" she said in a loud voice. Billy was right in front of her, his hands on her hips and a smile on his lips.

"I think we should talk about my payment," he said.

"We did; I'll pay you next week," she said. She was backing up, but there was only the open refrigerator behind her.

"What's to prevent you from forgetting next week?" he said. He was warm and solid. He stepped in against her.

"I won't; I promise."

"I think I deserve something this week, though, don't I?" My god, she thought. He was doing great.

"I'm sorry; I don't have any cash on me."

"You know," he said, "I read those stories you sent to your friend."

"Oh my god," she said, "I asked you not to. They're very embarrassing."

"I noticed a theme," he said. Really? Because, duh.

"Woman home alone doesn't have money to pay guys helping around the house, and she's been teasing them all day, so they have sex with her."

"Please, just let me go," she said. "Those were just stories."

"Dear Billy," he quoted, "here are some of the stories I've been fantasizing about, as promised."

"They weren't meant for you," she said.

"Oh, I know," he said. Maybe he was an idiot. "And yet here we are; you don't have money to pay me for work I did around your house."

He leaned in close. She felt her nipples harden, which wouldn't be hard to see at all. "But I think you have something to offer."

She was still holding the pitcher, and it was getting heavy. He had her trapped between himself, her refrigerator door, and the refrigerator itself. She was feeling the chill. Damn nipples, she thought. You'll give me away.

He put his hand on her hip.

"Please just let me go," she said.

"You've been teasing me all day," he said.

"No I haven't." Yes she had.

"Skimpy clothes."

"No."

"Sunbathing nude."

She feigned a gasp. "I asked you not to look!"

"A snug t-shirt over a bikini." She leaned back a bit, the better to look like she was trying to get away or show off her chest. Take your pick.

"You know, I asked Danny about you," he said. He was still close against her. She could feel his warm body through her flimsy outfit. She wanted it between her legs. "He said you had sex with him a few times." That was gracious of Danny. There had been a number of individual days where she had fucked him a few times, let alone the whole summer.

She pressed back into her refrigerator. "That was different. Please just let me go."

"So that seems like a good payment," he said. And as he did, he reached up to her tit.

She permitted herself a small shriek. "Stop it!" she said. Then she tried a different, more honest, tack. "Let me put this water down; it's heavy." He took it from her and put it on the counter.

"Look," she said, "I don't know what you're thinking is going to happen, but whatever it is, it's not going to." She pushed forward, and he let her escape the chill of the refrigerator, but then he put his hands to either side of her on her counter.

He leaned in again. "How about you give me a kiss," he said.

"I don't fucking think so," she shot back.

"You're going to stiff me my money and not give me any guarantee I'll get it? What kind of scam is this?"

"Look, that was a mistake." She leaned back against the counter. "Please just let me go." She leaned to her left, but his arm stayed firm. He pursed his lips.

"Fine," she said. She leaned up and gave him a peck on the lips. "There. Now will you let me go?"

"You call that a kiss?" he said. "That's not a kiss. Give me the kiss I want," he said. "A French kiss."

She rolled her eyes and sighed. Somehow he was still buying her act. She nodded, and he leaned in to kiss her. She parted her lips and let his tongue slide in. Ahhh. It was so nice. His breath was warm and pleasant, and the tongue in her mouth was making her quiver with anticipation. She felt his hand slide up to her breast. She had a part to play, so she wouldn't give in just yet.

"That wasn't the deal," she shrieked.

"That wasn't exactly what I was imagining for our kiss," he said. Wow, he was good at this.

"What were you imagining?"

"I'll know it when I see it," he said with his stunning grin. "But it definitely involved me feeling you up."

"No," she said.

"I've got time," he said. "How long shall we stay here?" She gave a frown meant to express disapproval.

She didn't say anything.

"Are you still not wearing a bra under this shirt?" he said. God, wasn't it obvious?

"That's none of your business," she said.

"I liked the way you fanned your shirt before," he said. "Nice tits."

Then he paused. "Let me see them."

"No," she said. "A kiss; that's all we said."

"Actually, I have a better idea," he suddenly said. He pressed harder against her as he reached behind her. She registered the sound of the pitcher being picked up a split second before he poured a big splash of water all over her front.

"What the fuck!" she screeched. For real this time; she hadn't expected that. But she was impressed. He had just entered her in a wet t-shirt contest with one contestant. Her nipples became rock hard against the fabric now clinging to her chest.

"Very nice tits," he said, looking down at her wet, heaving breasts.

"Fuck you," she said.

"If you insist," he said. He pressed his groin against her. She tried again to lean to her left to escape, but she didn't try very hard. His arm stayed where it was.

"We can stay here all day if you want," he said with his wicked smile, "or you can give me the kiss I want." Her teeth had begun to chatter.

"Please; I'm cold."

"You can sit in your cold clothes all day for all I care," he said. "Because they show off those tits so well. And there's more water in the pitcher, too." She shuddered with the chill.

He leaned in close again. "Is it cold?"

She nodded, looking at him. This was a really hard act to keep up.

"Do you want to be warmer?"

She nodded again. Quivers ran up her body in a steady stream.

"I'll make you a deal," he said. "Take off the shirt, and I'll warm you up. It'll be just like your stories."

"Please; I'm really cold." She was. She hadn't expected that move, but it was a really good one. He leaned forward, pulled the pitcher forward, and splashed her again. She let out a shout.

"Let's get you warmed up," he said. "Or you can stand here shivering for as long as you want." He shrugged. "Your choice."

"If I do this, you'll stop doing that?"

"As long as you give me the kiss I want," he said.

Okay, enough playing for now. "Promise?" she said. She was shivering from the icy water.

"Promise."

She crossed her arms and peeled her shirt up her body and over her head.

"Oh, yeah," he said. He reached his hands up and squeezed her breasts. She was still shivering. "Let me warm you up."

At that, he bent his head down and slid his warm mouth over her nipple. She clenched her teeth to prevent herself from moaning. Time enough for that later.

The warmth of his mouth, and soon his hands, did in fact help. He was kneading her breasts and sucking on them, and then he came up for another kiss. She welcomed his mouth and returned the kiss with passion.

"Turn around so I can grab those big tits from behind," he said. She did, and he cupped her breasts with his strong hands and pulled her back to him. She could feel his warm body behind her and his hard cock against her ass. She slid her hands backward behind his neck, enjoying the feelings. Yes, she was feeling warmer already.

"Bend over," he said in a husky voice. "Lean your hands on the counter."

She pulled forward but turned around and faced him.

"That wasn't part of the kiss," she said. "You got to feel me up. Let me go." She didn't know how much longer she'd bother with this.

He leaned forward again. "It's still not quite what I had in mind," he said. He grabbed the pitcher and splashed her again.

"Jesus!" she shrieked. "Stop that!" She started shivering again.

"Turn around, put your hands on the counter, and do what I say," he growled. "Or things get worse."

She was tempted to see what he had in mind. Instead, she did her best to look scared. "Please stop this," she said.

"We'll stop when I think I've been paid," he said. He grabbed her wrist and twisted until she yelped.

"Turn around, and put your hands on the counter," he said again.

She did as he said.

He pressed his hard cock against her ass, and then leaned forward to cup her tits. She loved the feel of his hot, sweaty chest against her. He kissed up and down her spine, and she whimpered.

"You like this, slut? You've been a fucking cocktease all day, but now the teasing ends." He pressed his hands against the bows at her hips holding the bikini bottoms closed.

"Untie these knots," he said. Ooh, nice touch, she thought. Making her consent to the sex by participation.

Without a word, she undid her left bow and then the right. Her bikini bottom fell to he ground. She heard him unzip his jeans. Yes, she thought.

"Spread your legs," he said. She whimpered but did what he said. She heard more rustling as his pants fell to the floor. She felt the hard tip of his cock against her naked pussy. She decided she could keep her act up a bit longer.

"Please don't," she said. She looked back at him. "How about a blowjob? I could do that if you want."

"Oh, we'll do that later," he said. And then without any other preamble he thrust his dick into her. She couldn't hold back any more. She let out a load moan.

"Yeah? You like this? Your pussy's really fucking wet." He began to thrust.

"Oh, god," she said. "Fuck me."

He thrust into her, hard. His dick was a delight. Not as big and long as Danny's friend Greg's, but plenty good enough. She rocked with him as he thrust in and out.

"Oh, yes!" she screamed as her tits swayed forward with each push. 

He thrust in and out of her for ten more minutes, finally cumming with a shout deep inside of her.

The two of them panted as he softened inside of her. She had moved down so her elbows were on the counter. Her nipples were hard as they touched the cold, tile surface. She sighed.

He pulled out and stepped back. She was free. She turned to look back at him.

"Was that the kiss you wanted?" She gave him her best vampy look. He grinned.

"It's a start. But I was picturing a kiss in your bed." She rolled her eyes.

"You're hard to please," she said.

"Well, then, you'd better get to work," he said. He knew she was fine with this now. She took his hand and led him out of the kitchen.

"Oh, before we continue, let me get something," she said. She turned to her purse and bent over. He whistled, and she wiggled her ass for him to admire. She stood back up and turned to him. In her hand was the money she owed him. 

He was surprised. How cute.

"Turns out I've got the money after all," she said. His mouth was still open.

"And that email? With the links about contractors fucking women who couldn't pay? Not a mistake; I'm glad you did your homework." 

"What?!"

"So here's the deal," she said. "I definitely need you to keep up the yard, but I have other small jobs that need doing." She caressed her naked pussy to emphasize what she meant. "So how about I send you more homework each week before you come here, and you be a good student."

He was still stunned, but slowly began to nod. Then he stopped.

"What's in it for me?" Now she was startled.

"Uh, fucking me?"

"Yeah, with your fantasies. What about mine?" She hadn't considered that, but she liked the idea.

"I'm game. Every three weeks, you get to pick out an extra day where you can send me homework."

"No. Every week." Hm, no. She really was trying to get back to dating guys her own age. The high-school student thing was just gravy.

"Every other week. That's my final offer."

"Okay, deal," he said. She smiled.

"Now where were we? Oh, right. Please don't do this anymore. I had sex with you once already? Isn't that enough?"

He blinked as she went back to her act. But he recovered quickly. He stepped up to her and put his hands on her hips.

"Don't fuck with me, Gloria. You tried to stiff me. You're going to take me to your bedroom and do what I say, or things are going to get a lot worse for you."

"It was just a mistake. Please don't."

He roughly turned her around and pressed his cock against her ass.

"You fuck me in your bed, or I fuck you in the ass right here." Oh my god, he was good.

She whimpered but then nodded and led him into her room, turning just enough to give him a big smile.



The Divorcee and the Yard Boy



She opened her eyes and saw him looking at her. She lifted her hand and began to scrape the cum from her cheek. She opened her mouth and closed it around the finger. Click. She licked it clean and pulled it out with a smack. Then she scraped off the rest, and for good measure slid her tongue onto his dick to get the last drop that clung to the tip.

"Oh my god, Mrs. White. That was unbelievable."

"Are there other sorts of porn you like? Anything you'd like to do with a woman who will do anything you want?"

He answered in a rush, torn between uncertainty and lust. "I like watching women get spanked!"

She purred. He had a little kink to him. "Well, Danny, that's convenient. Because I've been very bad."

"No, you've been great!" It was all she could do to not roll her eyes. She was used to a bit more experience from her partners.

"Yes, Danny. I've been bad. I blackmailed you. You said no, and I kept pushing you." His eyes lit up. "I think you should punish me," she said as she turned around and put her hands on the bed. She heard him step forward. Smack! His hand slammed on to her bare ass. Smack! It came down again. She moaned -- not just for his benefit, her pussy was soaking wet by now -- and his hand came down again. He spanked her four more times, and her ass was on fire. Then he stopped. 

She looked over his shoulder and saw him moving to the closet. She was puzzled until he rummaged around in it and emerged with a belt. Whoa.

"Please, Danny, don't do that. Please. You can't."

"Actually, Mrs. White, I can. You told me I could." He folded the belt in half and stood behind her.

"Tell me, Mrs. White, have you been bad?" There was a quiet menace in his voice, and she quietly answered, "Yes."

Crack! Tears sprang to her eyes and she screamed as the belt slashed against her ass.

"Did you like that, Mrs. White?" 

"No, it hurt." Crack! She screamed again.

"No, it hurt, sir!" She had created a monster.

"I'm sorry, sir. It hurt like hell, sir."

Crack! She was openly crying now. She barely had enough air left to yell out.

He tossed the belt on to the bed next to her, and told her, quietly, to get up.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. White. I don't know what came over me. I didn't want you to cry."

She wiped her eyes. "Danny, I told you you could do what you wanted to me, and I meant it. You should be free to explore your kinks. But, Jesus, that hurt."

He smiled, and she let out a little laugh. He kissed her tears on her face, and soon the two of them were making out again, standing next to the bed.

She pulled away, and said, "Now I'm going to ask you again, Danny. Would you like to fuck me?"

"God yes," he said, and kissed her again.

"Lie down on the bed and tell me to get you hard."

"Get my cock rock hard so I can put it in your cunt," he said as he stretched out on the bed. Better and better.

She reached into the nightstand and pulled out some lotion. He looked at her with curiosity. She squeezed a dollop into her hand, and then put her hands up to her breasts. She began to massage them, spreading the lotion around until they were shiny. He was already getting hard again: God, how she loved the young. She put extra between her tits and then climbed onto the bed. She wiggled down between his legs and settled her tits on each side of his cock. She kissed his stomach -- he was really ripped, she thought again -- and began to slide her greased tits over his cock as she licked up and down along his stomach.

He moaned, and his dick began to respond, slowly at first. After about ten minutes, though, it was fuckably hard. "Tell me, Danny. Would you like me on my back so you can squeeze my tits as you fuck me? Would you like me on my hands and knees so that you can pound me from behind? Would you like me to ride your luscious cock so you can look up and see my tits jiggling?" He nodded, and she smiled. "Say it, Danny."

"Get up here and ride my cock. Slide it all the way into your pussy."

"Yes, sir!" He smiled.

She shifted so that she was straddling him, and reached down to grab his dick and hold it straight up. She lowered herself down and felt his cock enter her slick pussy. She removed her hand and slid herself all the way down his rigid pole. He let out a little gasp as she did, and she leaned forward, placing her hands by his head. She began to shift her hips up and down his shaft.

"How does that feel, Danny?" 

"Oh my god."

She kissed him as he reached up and put his hands on her hips. He began to push and pull her a bit more. 

She sat back up and placed her hands on her tits. As she moved up and down, she began to squeeze them and knead them as Danny looked up, totally fascinated. She could feel his dick getting harder by the second. 

"Ooh, Danny. I'm so close to an orgasm. I want you to feel my pussy clench around your dick. Tell me to make myself cum."

"Make yourself cum, Mrs. White."

She reached her right hand down to her cunt as the other worked her breasts. His hands continued to lift her up and pull her down. She began working her clit, slowly for a second and then more quickly. She had been right: She was really close. Within a minute, she felt the insides of her body tense and shiver. She pushed down hard on his cock. She felt her pussy clamp down and her skin flush. She closed her eyes, gasped, and let out loud moans as she erupted onto him.

She opened her eyes and saw Danny looking at her in awe. She leaned forward again and he slowed down his thrusting. She smiled and kissed him, and then sat up again. She began to lift herself high, just until the head of his cock was the only part of him in her, and then push herself down. Up, down, up, down, in, out, in, out. After a minute of that, she felt his dick tighten, and she pushed down as he came deep into her body. She heard him gasp as his warm cum pushed high into her. 

He let out a deep sigh, and she leaned down again.

"You're not a virgin anymore, Danny. How does that feel?"

"Fucking awesome! God, I can't wait to have sex again."

"You're coming back two Tuesdays from now, aren't you, Danny?" 

He smiled. "Fuck yes!"

"Go hop in the shower so your mom doesn't know what you've been up to." He moved out of bed and walked down the hall to the bathroom. She lay on her side in the bed, watching his muscles ripple.

After he had dressed, she put on a robe and walked him to the door. She kissed him deeply.

"Now, Danny, next time you come over, we can't play the same game where I'll do anything you ask." His face fell, and she almost laughed.

"But why don't you bring a friend of yours from the water polo team, and we'll play a different game." His eyes got so wide she thought they'd explode.

"Yes, Mrs. White!"

"Oh, Danny? Call me Gloria." She winked, opened the door, and sent him on his way.