Trust

by Alice May Ball

  He moaned and his body rose to kiss me back. His hand shyly touched my dress at my waist, and a thrill like the clang of a bell under water chimed through me. My hand took his and lifted it, shaking, to my mouth.

  My lips and my tongue grazed and nuzzled his palm, and I laid my cheek into it, my breath on his fingers. Then I took his hand to my dress, and held it over my breast. He pressed and he moaned, and his lips parted. I kissed him again, softly, and sweetly, as my hand guided his on my breast, to hold and caress and squeeze there.

  His breath deepened, and his moan echoed from his mouth into my throat, joining the vibrations in my chest. He pulled me tighter to him, and my pulse raced to feel the length and the strength of his sinuous body.

  Kurt’s hands came to cup and hold and knead my breasts through the dress, and I wanted to rip it off and wrap my legs around him, give my wet, humming pussy to him, any way that he could take it and every way I could show it to him.

  But I knew that I needed to let him progress slowly. It made me tremble to hold back, but his kisses were beginning to heat up. I encouraged his head down, and he eagerly kissed my neck. As his hot, wet mouth found its way down my throat, I pulled the dress a little farther apart. He groaned with pleasure at every inch of underwear and flesh as I revealed it to him.

  I pushed my arms together to squeeze my rising cleavage and his hot breath fanned my breasts. His eyes watered and bulged. His hands found their way to the bra and his mouth followed. I pressed his face in between my breasts.

  He kissed and licked all over the soft flesh of my breasts, and my body thrummed with tumbling waves of thrill. I was hot and unbearably uncomfortable under the bra, and I was about to unhook it, to let those eager puppies out to greet his hungry mouth, but his hands found some boldness of their own and he scooped those two happy, heaving mounds of pleasure out to press his mouth to the whole of them.

  The cool wetness of his mouth under his hot breath out in the cool air pulled me toward the edge of a rippling climax, and I held there against a mounting wave and spray of excitement as his lips found first one nipple to suck, and then the other.

  I watched the sunlight dapple on his mess of blond hair and his rippling golden shoulders as he buried his head in my breasts. He moaned and I sighed, and I gave myself to waves of spilling, flooding force.

  I reached down to find his belt, to open his shorts, to find and feel and fondle and free the force of his straining cock.

  He said, “Oh, Mrs. Harper,” and I came. I squeezed his torso with my thighs, and hung on as the cresting rose inside me. I pressed my mound onto him and squeezed my clit against him through my panties, and I panted, and my thighs trembled and my breast shook in his mouth. I moaned and it washed through me and over me, and I sighed.

  I held him tightly to me, his pants open, his chest pounding and his mouth fastened soft and wet on my tit. I relished the scent of his sweat, and his clean, masculine musk, and I reached down to his open shorts. I found him there, firm and snug, inside cotton briefs. Gently, I guided his hips toward my breasts.

  He quivered as I pulled him free of the soft white cotton. My hands stroked his lovely big cock, and my mouth watered as my eyes feasted on the length and the girth and the sheer beauty of it. A big, hard, golden, eighteen-year-old cock, here by my pool, here in my long fingers. Here between my big, soft breasts.

  I pushed my breasts together and I looked up at Kurt, his face in an almost heavenly pleading. I looked back to his cock, and it slid between my breasts, poking out at the top. His thighs pushed up under my breasts, softly slapping them up and down, his balls beating gently but faster on my fluttering stomach, my floodgates opened and as I moaned, he sighed, deep and low. Just as he was about to come, I got my lips over that wonderful thing, it pushed into my mouth, and my tongue slipped under the length of it, changing the rhythm, cooling his rod, and startling us both with thrills.

  He pushed it in, gently, carefully, kindly. He was so sweet. I sucked and suckled on him, until he began to pulse and stiffen again. Then, I stretched back along the lounger, and I pulled my panties aside. As I showed him my lips and my hot pussy, I pulled the lips apart, to show him the way.

  His scent rose and he licked his lips as he crouched, holding his cock, ready to finally enter me. My hands helped to guide him and my back arched as his shining head met the opening of my puss. A deep breath helped me keep my lips from drawing, closing, clamping, sucking on his shaft until it was inside me. Then, I looked into his beautiful eyes, and I ran my hands through his hair, so that he could see the sheer joy in my face and I could watch the joy in his as he penetrated me.

  His hips pressed slowly, firmly, steadily all the way in until his hilt was at my swollen lips, his bone was on my zinging clit, and my pussy sucked on him. As he slid back, my legs wrapped his hips and held them hard, and he slid in and we were both at the edge.

  Our heat was matched, my labia slid along his cock to kiss him to the hilt, juices drenched his groin and mine. He drew back and my breasts soothed and caressed his chest, and my eyes looked up to his, giving him acceptance, permission, approval.

  My hips slid along the rail of his cock and we met and we pounded and rocked.

  “Yes, Kurt, NOW.”

  “Yes, Mrs. Harper, God, YES.”

  I came, gripping his hot shaft as he pulsed and pounded and pumped his hot, sweet load into me.

  I came like a waterfall, splashing and bucking and fucking and he came, quaking and quivering and we collapsed together in the wetness and juice by the pool in the sun.

  Which is why he had come back. Because he didn’t really have time yesterday to do all that needed to be done to clean the pool and to make a proper job of it. We looked at the pool. After a while.

  He said, “Can I come tomorrow, Mrs. Harper?”

  I said, “I think that you can, Kurt.”

  The whole experience lifted me up even more than I had thought it might. There was a new spring in my step. Even the next day I was cheery and, yes, maybe a little lightheaded.

  Not thinking, when Brad brought my car up from valet parking at the mall that morning, I hadn’t any reason to be thinking about the fact that Kurt was coming. Seeing Brad’s fine red buttoned-up vest, his thatch of unruly hair, and his tight ass in his sharp, dark grey uniform pants, my only thought was that I could do with some help moving furniture.

  And I didn’t stop to think that maybe Kurt could do it. So, I asked Brad if that was something he might be able to do and, quick as anything, he said that he thought it would be. Well, I thought on the way back, maybe they both can. Maybe my lovely big, blond Kurt, and sharp, handsome Brad can both move some furniture for me.

  We brought my purchases out of the car and entered the house and as we got to the kitchen, Brad looked up and he saw Kurt through the patio windows. I felt his demeanor change. Kurt prowled the edge of the pool with the pool-rake. As Brad flopped onto the couch, his insolent eyes locked on Kurt’s muscled torso as it rose sinuously out of his faded jeans.

  “That’s Kurt,” I said. He carried on staring at him. I said, “He looks hot, doesn’t he?”

  Brad said, “He sure does,” and he looked back at me with a gleam in his eye.

  I realized we could be talking about two different things. Both at the same time. I liked that. I said, “Maybe he’d like some ice cream.”

  Brad looked at me some more and he nodded. “Maybe he would.”

  “Since he’s hot.” I said, watching Brad. “There’s ice cream in the freezer. Maybe you’d like to take some out to Kurt.”

  Brad said, “Yes, I think I would.”

  I told him, “Bring Kurt into the bedroom with the ice cream. You remember I that mentioned furniture? There’s furniture in there.”

  “And you’d like it moved, Mrs. Harper?”

  I looked him in the eye. “I really would, Brad.” There were butterflies in my stomach, but I realized that I loved the sense of apprehension. The uncertainty.

 
; As Brad went to hunt for a tub of ice cream, I saw the sand-colored envelope. I knew that expensive stationery. That can only be from Harden, Quinn, Quiggley, the firm of attorneys. My attorneys now. They were handling the estate and business transfers. I swept the envelope into a drawer.

  As the boys came into my bedroom, a round drip of ice cream hung on Kurt’s lip. Brad said, “Oh, you have cream on your lip.”

  Kurt tried to wipe it with his forearm. It was still there. I said, “Maybe Brad could clean it up for you.”

  Brad said, “Yes, Kurt, let me,” and he leaned toward Kurt. Out came Brad’s long, nimble pink tongue, and he slurped it off. Kurt looked at Brad, they were both breathing heavily now. The two boys were very close, and Brad’s voice was thick and low as he said, “There could be a little more.”

  Their eyes were on each other’s mouths and their chests heaved. They looked at each other for a long moment, then at me, then back at each other, their eyes slowly widening and narrowing. Kurt said, “You’d better clean it properly then.”

  I couldn’t believe this was happening, right in front of my eyes. My stomach fluttered and my cream silk panties were getting terribly wet. My fingers were snaking down my stomach and toward the tops of my thighs. Brad’s tongue lolled on his lip as he peered up into Kurt’s eyes. “Shall I?”

  Kurt said, “I think you’d better.”

  The short space between their imploring faces closed as Brad’s tongue came slowly out, and licked all along Kurt’s lip. Kurt’s tongue came out to meet it, and the two mobile, wet pink muscles explored each other.

  Their lips became wider and closer, and my heart raced as I watched them come together. Their mouths locked and the deepening sounds of their breath mingled together, as they pressed their chests together.

  Kurt’s hands cupped the globes of Brad’s clenching ass and pulled their hips tight, to sway, swing, shove, and squeeze together. Brad’s hand plunged into the top of Kurt’s shorts, and searched around. When it caught and could wrap itself around the stiffening shaft of Kurt’s thick cock, both boys groaned frantically. Their mouths fastened harder as Brad’s hand drove, first firmly, then furiously up and down on Kurt’s shaft. Kurt pushed his hands into the back of Brad’s jeans, then down and all around that gorgeous, tight ass.

  With two massive gasps in harmony, the two men broke apart for air. Their eyes fixed on each other as Brad stroked Kurt’s cock in long pulls, and Kurt’s hands found their way further around and into Brad’s ass.

  Brad’s free hand pushed Kurt’s shirt up, over his rippled, flexing abdomen, and over his bulging, swelling chest. His lips fell on Kurt’s nipples, and Kurt’s head went back, his throat extended, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped and sighed.

  Brad dragged Kurt’s shorts down as far as they could go without him undoing them, and his hand came out with the top of Kurt’s thick cock poking out, as Brad pumped it. Precum made the purple head glisten. Brad’s hand was on Kurt’s stomach as he said, “Let me clean this, too.”

  Kurt’s eyes widened as he looked down to see Brad undoing the button that held his shorts closed, constraining his fine, huge cock. Brad dragged down the zipper, deliberately slowly, and freed that cock to his gaze, and his breath. He blew on the top of it, then held it as he bent to blow along the length of it. He pursed his wet lips to blow breath on Kurt’s balls, and he looked over to me.

  “Doesn’t Kurt have a fantastic cock, Mrs. Harper?”

  I gasped. He really did. My hand was in my pants and my dress was open, almost completely exposing my breasts in the thin lacy bra. My mouth was too dry, and my throat was almost too thick for me to speak.

  The sight of those two beautiful boys, exploring, discovering, and exciting each other’s perfect bodies had made my juices seep and my clitoris zing, and ripples of sensation flashed through me like wet, velvet whips, snapping in slow motion. I moaned and said, “A wonderful cock, Brad, yes, he does.”

  Brad’s eye twinkled as he looked back at me. “Shall I make it come, Mrs. Harper?”

  My hand squirmed into my wet, vibrating puss. My voice shook and my first quivering crest came as I said, “Yes, Brad. Please, make it come.”

  Kurt groaned as Brad’s lips plunged over the head of his cock. As he slurped and sucked along the length of Kurt’s swollen, hot shaft, his hand reached up to slip around the white briefs that still covered part of Kurt’s lovely ass.

  He slipped the briefs down so Kurt stood, his legs apart, his shorts and briefs around his knees. Brad’s hand went back up to tending, caressing, and exploring Kurt’s ass as his head pushed and plunged on, swallowing the length of Kurt’s cock, then pulling all the way back, so that his lips could kiss and suckle the head, at the top of each stroke.

  Kurt moaned, and the sculpted cheeks of his ass began to flex. Brad’s throat made a low purr, and the vibration drove Kurt farther. He grabbed Brad’s head in both hands, held him so they looked into each other’s eyes, then as Brad went back to slurping that wonderful cock, Kurt looked over to me.

  My breasts glistened and my chest heaved in deep rhythmic rolls. My tongue rolled all over my lips, my mouth was so dry. My hands were both in my panties, one diving two middle fingers into my puss, and as far up and forward as it could go, stroking that hidden trigger, the other frantically squeezing and tweaking around and below and either side of my humming, buzzing clit.

  My shirt and the bed beneath my soft ass were soaking in my hot, musky, dark-smelling juice.

  Brad’s head was bobbing furiously now, and Kurt groaned, hard, long, and heavy. His buttocks clenched as he shoved his cock into Brad’s throat, and some silky, sticky white cum oozed around Brad’s lips. He sucked and Kurt groaned harder, and he said, “Harder,” and Brad’s mouth pushed, harder. Again, and again.

  Kurt sank to the floor with a goofy grin. Brad smacked his lips and swallowed and said, “Oh, you’re a big boy, aren’t you?”

  And he looked over at me. Kurt looked up, and saw my state of dishevelment and it seemed to rouse him again. I beckoned and he came, on hands and knees, across the thick white carpet, and padded over until his eyes peeped up between my thighs. My puss almost cried for him. It certainly wept.

  I took his face in my hands and his tongue stretched out toward my throbbing little clit. As he came toward my puss, Brad was watching Kurt’s bare ass with considerable interest.

  An interest that swung hard into view as he dropped his pants. From the pocket, he’d rescued a bottle, and from his pants he’d rescued a monster. His cock was very long and curved upward, to his navel. He smeared gel from the bottle all over that weapon, and he advanced on Kurt’s pink ass which, now that his mouth was preoccupied in me, was bobbing behind him.

  As Brad stroked Kurt’s ass cheeks, Kurt’s mouth sucked on my clit. When Brad’s hand slid down between Kurt’s cheeks, I guessed when they’d found his opening, as Kurt’s tongue shot into me, and a slosh of my juice splashed around his lips and my thighs.

  Brad’s fingers returned to Kurt’s ass with the gel. I could tell because Kurt sucked hard on my puss and moaned, his tongue widening and darting through me faster and harder. Tingles soared through my body and my legs trembled as Kurt’s hands stroked my thighs.

  From Kurt’s movements up and down the lips of my aching pussy, my tingling waves of thrill counted Brad’s fingers as they prepared Kurt’s ass for what was to come. First one finger, a wave ran through me and my throat thickened.

  Then two fingers, I couldn’t believe that I had these two beautiful boys, naked and erect, in my room, sucking and fucking each other, and now me. And I could feel the spasms from Brad as he prepared Kurt and began to fuck him. Kurt moaned and sighed as Brad’s third and fourth fingers readied his soft, pink virgin ass for that meathook of manhood which was on its way.

  When that found its way into Kurt, he sucked on my clit like a baby on a breast in a hurricane. He sucked and he moaned and he sobbed and Brad’s eyes glinted and flashed and his breath heave
d. My waves of climax built and crashed and built and crashed again, and again.