****** Grass Cutting Summer by G-boy ****** =============================================================================== Grass Cutting Summer My wife Lia was very excited to see that the house next door had been sold. The previous owners had lost it when his company went belly up. The bank had to drop thirty thousand from their asking price, but the three bedrooms; two bathrooms home was finally going to have someone living in it. My nineteen- year-old wife was even more excited when a twenty one-year-old blonde stepped out of the passenger side of the car. Lia's a lovely young lady, but most of our neighbors are closer to my age, thirty-eight, and have very little in common with a nineteen year old. Their children, some of whom are Lia's age, are more interested in Smashing Pumpkins or Britney Spears, whereas Lia is the mother of two, our three year old daughter Hope and one year old Grace. Both of our little girls share Lia's bright red hair and her love of dance. As soon as they took their first steps, we enrolled them in Ballet classes. My seven year old daughter, Katherine, from my first marriage, is a little jealous, but her sisters teach her what they've learned when she comes to visit. Lia ran outside and introduced herself to the blonde, Hillary, and I lugged our two daughters outside and introduced myself to the mother, a brunette in her early forties, Beth. She looked vaguely familiar, and when I told her my name, Gary Levar, she smirked and looked at the knee-high grass. "Still got your summer grass cutting job?" she asked. She laughed merrily at my shocked expression. My friend John and I were in a terrible position. Both of us were sixteen and had no money, no car, and nothing to do. Summer was here, but with no car and no money, we couldn't go anywhere or do anything. We just hung out together and smoked stolen cigarettes and drank warm wine and bitched. Finally, desperate, we dug around in my father's garage and found the old lawnmower. My dad had bought himself a self-propelled number, so he'd stored the old one. We changed the oil, slapped on a new spark plug, and wit gas can, rake and old broom, we had a business. The first few jobs went smoothly, and we were rewarded ten bucks each for our sweat. Then we approached the new neighbors; young marred couple that was renting the old Rochman's house. The husband, a slight guy, about twenty one year old, said he'd gladly pay us to do his grass. Kevin Johnson watched as we cut the front yard, swept and raked it, then prepared to enter the back yard. John killed the mower when he saw Kevin climb into his car and prepare to drive off. "Beth will pay you boys," Kevin assured us, so we went ahead and cut and raked the back yard as well. The back yard was nice-a sun deck and a small swimming pool and bricked in gardens. We were careful not to get any grass into the pool, and I swept up the sun deck. When we finished, we knocked on the front door and a stunning brunette, about five feet eight inches tall, with big breasts and slim waist and voluptuous hips, answered the door. The twenty year old woman smirked at the two gawky seventeen year old boys that stared at her bikini top and cut off jeans and asked to be paid for the work. "Kevin didn't pay you?" she asked in a huffy manner. "No, ma'am, he said you would," John politely said. "Well, did you ask him how I would do that, with no money?" she snapped. "I can think of a few ways," I thought to myself, but didn't say anything. We had to wait for two days before finally catching Kevin Johnson and getting our ten bucks from him. The sawed off bastard made a big deal out of pulling a one hundred dollar bill from his wallet and smirked when we couldn't make change for it. We had to wait another two days before we could get paid. The next time, John easily made change, and I could tell from Kevin's reaction that this one hundred-dollar bill was just used to impress people. It didn't impress us. By this time, we both had almost plenty of yards under out belts, at ten dollars a yard. A few days later, he flagged us down as we pushed our lawnmower to our next job and asked if we'd cut his yard again; he had a barbecue planned. With some misgivings, we agreed. She lay out on the sun deck, two postage stamps covering her breasts and a ribbon covering her crotch. Her body glistened with suntan lotion and we couldn't help but glance over at her as she turned and slathered some more on her lush figure. She largely just ignored us and acted inconvenienced when I swept the sundeck free of stray grass. We finished and went around front, to see that Kevin had slipped away again. When we approached her about our money, she gestured at her skimpy swimsuit. "Well, I don't have ten dollars on me at this moment," she snapped and dismissed us. John pushed his white blonde hair back with his sunglasses and looked at me. "Gary, I ain't putting up with this shit," he snarled. "Well, me either," I agreed. "Next time, he'll have to pay us before we start." "Fuck next time," John yelled. "We ain't been paid for this time!" Summers in Louisiana are hot and humid; the humidity can reach as high as ninety nine percent without a drop of rain and can make ninety degrees feel like you're walking through heavy, hot syrup. Grass cutting is hard work, and when you add heat and humidity and anger, you get beyond pissed off, you get into rage. That's what John was feeling. I was more disgruntled than angry, but John's parents didn't have any money; they'd inherited the house from his grandfather, and John Senior was a chronically unemployed drunk. So every penny John earned went to pay the family bills. Ten dollars to me was a pack of cigarettes, a six pack of beer, and a movie. Ten bucks to John was ten bucks of electricity, water, and food. We cut three more yards before darkness fell and passed by the Johnson's' home on the way. Still no Kevin. John called me the next morning, at the ungodly hour of nine, and told me that Kevin was home. I dressed quickly and met John on the corner. Silently, we stalked toward the house. Kevin, swim trunks on and can of beer in hand, answered the door. He didn't look pleased and gestured to his swim trunks. "Gee, I must have left my wallet in my other pants," he smirked. "Catch you two later, okay?" "No, it's not okay," John hissed as Kevin tried to shut the door on us. John, even though he only weighed about one hundred and thirty pounds, on a five foot ten inch frame, was incredibly strong. The five foot six inch Kevin was knocked back when John shoved the door open and we entered the home. "Now see here!" Kevin shrilled, but stopped short when John slugged him in the gut. I was in a state of shock. We'd simply come to get our money, and here John was, beating the hell out of the guy. I was even more surprised when John pulled some nylon cords from his back pocket and quickly tied the groaning man's legs and arms. He grabbed him and dumped the little bastard into a living room chair. He picked up the dropped can of beer and drank it down in one gulp. "Kevin, what's wrong?" we both heard Beth say from the kitchen. "Are those two punks gone yet?" Kevin was still groaning and gasping to catch his breath when Beth entered the living room. She was dressed in the postage stamp and ribbon swimsuit from yesterday, and likewise had a can of beer. John surprised her by slapping her face so hard she fell to the floor. He handed me her can of beer and I drank it down. "Who the fuck you calling a punk, stupid bitch?" John screamed at her. She didn't say anything, just lay on the floor and stared up at him. Viciously, John kicked her in the side and she scurried, on her back, to get away from him. He bent down and grabbed her ankles. "Come here, cunt," he yelled and pulled her into the center of the living room. Kevin was a little more recovered from his gut punch and began to whimper. "I'll pay you, just don't hurt me," he whined. "Where's your fucking wallet?" John hissed. "In the bedroom, on the dresser," Kevin whined. "Gary, keep an eye on them," John said to me. I mutely nodded and he went down the hall to the bedroom. John's mother and Mrs. Rochman had been close friends before Mr. Rochman died, so John knew his way around the house. Kevin sat and groaned and Beth lay on the floor and whimpered her brown eyes wide with fear. John came back, his face as red as a beet. "Four dollars?" he screamed. "You were going to pay us four dollars?" "Yes! No!" Kevin screamed in terror. "Just don't hurt me! Please!" That showed me what kind of man Kevin Johnson was. If anyone broke into my house, my pleas would have been for my wife's safety, not my own. Beth seemed to pick up on this, and tried to sit up. John's foot came down on one of her breasts and she lay back down. "Mother fucker! It's ten dollars!" John screamed, in a real rage now. "I know! I'll have the money tomorrow! Tomorrow's pay day!" Kevin screamed. "The fuck it is," John said quietly. "Pay day's now." His quiet was even more frightening than his screaming. Beth went white under her golden tan, and we all heard the dribble as Kevin emptied his bladder. John reached into his front pocket and pulled out a knife. I gulped, frightened. "In Stoddard, this is what we do to pussies don't pay," John hissed. John had gone to Stoddard Juvenile Corrections Facility for shoplifting when he was thirteen. He'd been a friendly, loud kid when he went in. He came out six months later, withdrawn and quiet. I had been his friend before he went in, and we were still friends after he came out, but he didn't make many new friends. Most of my friends thought he was weird. He calmly sliced Kevin's swim trunks off and pulled him out of the chair by his hair. We both smirked at the pathetically small penis that Kevin sported; at most it was about two inches long. Granted, it was flaccid at this time, but unless it grew to five times that size when hard, both John and I had him beat. I swung a nice thick seven inches and John sported a thin eight inches. John unzipped his own jeans and pulled out his eight inches. "Oh, my God!" Beth cried out, realizing what was about to happen. Kevin began to bawl as John kicked him into a kneeling position and spit onto his ass hole. With a massive thrust, John imbedded his cock into Kevin's squirming ass hole. Kevin grunted and squealed as John fucked him hard. Beth tried to squirm on her back out of the living room, but I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her to a kneeling position. Together, we watched her husband get fucked. John looked at me and smirked. "What you waiting for, Gary?" he said. "Got another ass to fuck right there." "No!" Beth screamed. "Please don't! I'll give you the money!" It was too late, though. She'd sat there and taunted and teased us yesterday, in that skimpy suit, and smirked at us when we'd asked for our money. In her squirming, she'd exposed to me and John that she trimmed her bush into a small triangle of hair, and those rounded buttocks looked good enough to fuck. I pushed her head down onto the floor and ripped the swimsuit bottom off. She let loose with a stream of piss and I watched the stream shoot out between those pink lips, fascinated until she finished. I unzipped my pants, pulled out my now aching cock. She sobbed as I pushed the head of it against her tightly puckered anus. I spotted the bottle of suntan lotion sitting on the coffee table and grabbed it. John grunted and shot his load into Kevin's bowels. He used Kevin's tattered swim trunks to wipe Kevin's shit from his dick and walked into the kitchen. I finished greasing my cock and put it against her still tightly clenched anus. With a groan, I shoved it in, and she gave a guttural cry of agony as I rested my pubic bone against her ass cheeks. She spasmed and clenched her anal muscles and I pulled all the way out. She shrieked as I rammed back in, as hard as I could and I began to fuck her hard and fast. John laughed out loud as he chugged a beer down. "Mother fucker liked it, Gary, look!" John chortled. I looked at the small puddle of semen on the floor under Kevin's belly and saw the streaks of come on his thighs. The little bitch stayed in his kneeling position and cried. With a grunt, I unloaded my own load deep in Beth's ass and pulled my shit stained dick out. A small dribble of my juice followed and she collapsed on the floor and sobbed. I walked into the kitchen and got myself a beer and wiped my cock clean with a paper towel. When I came back, I realized John wasn't finished. He was sitting in the chair, his erection deep in Kevin's mouth. Beth lay on the floor, groaning in agony and glaring at her cock sucker husband. I could tell Kevin wasn't an unwilling participant in this humiliation, and I'm pretty sure Beth could tell this too. John slapped Kevin's face hard and stood up. Beth began to scurry away, but John grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide. Her pussy lips parted and we could see that she was getting wet, either from watching her husband suck cock, or from my rough ass fucking, I don't know. I do know that John didn't care. He knelt between her spread legs and plunged his cock to the balls into her open pussy and fucked her hard. She was screaming and begging for him to stop, but when John let go of her legs, she did nothing to stop him or get away from him. I'm not going to say she enjoyed it or orgasmed from being raped, but she didn't not enjoy it either. We both deduced later that it had been a while since Kevin had given her any cock. John had let go of her legs so that he could play with those nice boobs, with their dark, hard nipples. My own cock was hard again and I decided to try fucking her in the mouth. Plus that, it would shut her up. She turned her face, clamping her lips together, and John jerked his head toward the now slumped form of Kevin. "He sucks cock real fucking nice," John said. Kevin did. I shot two loads into his clutching throat before John and I were finished. We left there, but not before John kicked Kevin in the ribs and said we'd be back tomorrow for our money. We waited, frightened, for the police to come and arrest us for rape. Wanting to be a lawyer, I'd studied some criminal proceedings, and I knew they could tack on about ten other charges, breaking and entering, assault, extortion, the list grew every time I thought about it. The next day, with some fear, we approached the Johnson home. Kevin answered the door, ten-dollar bill in hand. He invited us in, and with some misgivings, we entered. "Beth's out shopping, want a beer?" he said. "Um, yeah," John said. Kevin was nervous and so were we, but he came back with three beers and we stood and drank the beers. He seemed like he wanted to say something but just couldn't get up the nerve to. Finally, John finished his beer and we turned to leave. "Um, wait," Kevin said. "What?" John asked. "I mean, um, you don't have to go just yet, do you?" Kevin asked and blushed. John was a little more perceptive than I was; I just wanted to get the hell out of there. John smiled wickedly and unzipped his tight jeans. "Up the ass?" he teased. We both fucked the little bitch up the ass, John first, then me. I wanted to tell him his wife's ass was a lot tighter and sweeter, but didn't. He did suck cock a lot better than she did, though. He seemed to enjoy it more. He sucked both of our cocks clean after we dry fucked him and we left. We saw Beth's car pull up a few minutes later, but she didn't look at us. We got our lawnmower out and went and cut a few yards, all of who paid us as we finished, and went home. The next day, Beth waved us down as we walked up the street, pushing our livelihood. We were all nervous, she more so than us, but we agreed to cut her grass after we finished Mr. Sutter's yard. We did the front yard quickly, and went around to the back. She lay out on the sun deck, body glistening with oil, her new bathing suit even more risqué than the one we'd ruined. She smiled uncertainly when we finished and approached her for our payment. "You, um, want to get paid out here?" she said as she held out a ten dollar bill. "Or, inside?" "Inside," John and I both said. The moment we got inside, she dropped the bathing suit bottom and we sandwiched her. John got her drooling wet cunt and I greased my cock up with her suntan lotion and slid my hard cock into her sweaty ass crack. We both mauled her breasts viciously as we thrust in and out of her and she flopped between us, moaning and mewling. I came first, clutched in her hot, tight ass, but John wasn't far behind. She grunted and groaned in satisfaction as we pulled our dripping cocks from her stretched holes. "Next time," she said while palming her dripping crotch, "I want to do it in the bedroom." We left there and finished our rounds, not talking much. The next few months, it seemed like Beth and Kevin was in a contest, trying to see which one of them would get to pay us. We did get to fuck Beth in the bedroom, after showering quickly. I'd fucked her hot wet cunt once or twice, but I was real partial to her tight ass, and she seemed to prefer that as well. John gave her pussy plenty of work and I gave her ass a good reaming. Kevin, on the other hand, didn't want us to shower, he wanted us hot and sweaty as he licked our cocks and took us up the ass. Once, John and I both fucked his ass at the same time. He screamed and shot his load on the floor as we plowed his hole. Beth walked in and watched as her husband, on hands and knees, took two sixteen-year-old cocks up his stretched ass. When we finished, she had her pants around her knees, finger fucking her and watching. "Get their dicks clean, cunt," she ordered, and Kevin did just that. We both plowed her ass at the same time as well, but she didn't enjoy it. I think she just wanted to show the little bitch she could be as big a whore as he could. August rolled around, school was just about to start, and Beth packed her bags. We helped her pack her stuff into the car and she 'paid' us one last time. We had her on the kitchen table, me sawing my cock in and out of her face while John plowed her cunt. Then we flipped her over and John face fucked her while I said good bye to that hot rounded ass of hers. We both noticed that her slim waist wasn't quite so slim any more, but John said it was probably from all the joy juice she'd been swallowing. I suspected it wasn't the juice she'd been swallowing, but the juice he'd been shooting up her cunt. Kevin was visibly upset when he came home and found his car gone, his good china and silverware gone, and his wife gone. We cut his grass one more time and consoled him with some hot sweaty cock. The next week, though, he had his 'nephew' move in. The nineteen-year-old was a muscular Nordic looking youth that had an impressive lump in his cut off jeans. "Nope, don't cut grass any more," I smiled tightly. "Shame," Beth laughed. "You and your buddy were the best grass cutters I've ever had." "No, I cut the grass," Lia said. "Gary got me a tractor, I'll come cut yours for you if you want." Lia really enjoys the lawn tractor I bought. It had been a joke; I planned on cutting the grass myself, but I came up with the bright idea of putting a big red ribbon on it. She didn't see it as a joke, but leapt at the idea. She gets her grubby jeans, my college tee shirt and her battered tennis shoes and big floppy hat on and, with a roar, zips out of the garage to do battle with the weeds. Her smile is radiant when she's out there, cutting and whipping the tractor around. "She really gets into it, doesn't she?" Beth laughed as we sipped on some gin and tonic and watched her. "Yeah," I smiled. "I'd bought the lawn tractor for myself, but one of the associates was telling me he'd bought his wife a dishwasher as an anniversary present and she'd threatened to throw him out, so I thought I'd tease Lia with the idea that the lawn tractor was her anniversary present." "What did you really buy her?" Hillary asked as she watched her new friend plow through the grass. "A diamond bracelet," I shrugged. "But she hasn't worn it yet." "And what'd she give you?" Beth asked as Lia pulled the tractor up to the driveway's edge. "Besides another beautiful daughter? A gas grill," I smiled. "Steaks tonight, you come over?" "Got another one?" Lia asked as Beth took my empty glass. "I used to pay Gary ten bucks for doing my yard," Beth smiled devishly. "How much do you charge?" "Just come over for steaks, that'll be fine," Lia smiled. She couldn't understand, but didn't object to a quick bit of anal fun before our guests came over. She's bot a beautiful rounded ass, milky white and tight from years of dance. Seeing Beth and remembering that wild summer had given me a need that, thankfully, Lia was able to satisfy. This story is part of White_Shadow's_Nasty_Stories. You may also want to visit: * Sexy_Top_100_Stories * Erotic_Top_100_Story_Sites