The Graces

This fictional story explores intimate sexual relationships between family members and friends that are of a variety of ages. This complies with the Literotica guidelines, especially the exclusion of any characters under the age of 18. Comments welcome. Copyright 2022.

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On Friday afternoon, Harry Joy sat in the small and crowded back office of Intrepid Reader, flipping through the day's receiving tickets after the lunch rush slowed into the afternoon slump. Running the bookstore in a college town was a dream come true, and he'd been living that dream for a decade after graduating with his MBA, even though his sales had been steadily shrinking under the pressure of the online onslaught of Amazon. Still, his eye for rare and valuable books in hidden places continued to bring in regular cash as he did his own online thing under the website he had built by himself when he started the business about ten years ago. "Not time to sell out yet," he thought to himself.

A glance at the clock told him it was 1:30 p.m. and he could feel his cock hardening. For the last five months, 1:30 p.m. on Thursday and Friday had become his favorite hour, as this was when Leslie Grace would arrive to work the afternoon in his shop, sorting, stacking, unpacking and cashiering until closing at 8:00 p.m.

He looked forward with lust to watch her arrive on her bike, her thick tresses bundled up at the back of her neck, her blue eyes sparking and her lovely round features flushed with exertion, her strong shoulders supporting sumptuous breasts whose tips were often hard and protruding against her tee shirt or sports top since she never wore a bra. He heard her shout "Hey, Mr. Joy." from the door this afternoon and leaned out the office door to watch her dismount the bike, admiring her solid hips and the tight globes of her ass, atop lithe and shapely legs.

He thought immediately of his wife, Robin, who possessed an adorable ass and the most striking pair of legs he had ever seen, as he frequently told her when she would walk by him, especially if she were wearing high heels and a skirt. Leslie's gams were a close second, but the sum of her parts was a powerful and irresistible aphrodisiac to Harry. The rest of the day he would work as close to Leslie as he dared, in a constant state of arousal and anxiety that she would see his stiff prick showing, even though he had taken to wearing tight elastic underwear as a precaution to hide his excitement. Even though he followed her around like a lost puppy, Leslie had never shown any sign that she was disturbed by his proximity or his obvious attention.

"Come on, Leslie, call me Harry, for chrissake," he shot back. "I'm feeling like an old man back here."

"Ok...Harry," she said gaily, although he could tell she was feeling just a little awkward by the slight hesitation.

"Hey, Leslie, come on back here, we've just seen the UPS man and we have some books to inventory," Harry said casually. "You can open the boxes and read me the ISDN numbers while I log them into the sales database."

"What about the front of the store?" she asked.

"We will hear someone come in and, besides, it's a weekday in the afternoon, you know, the dead zone," he explained.

She walked toward him, hips gently swaying and a smile on her pretty face. "Where do we start?" she inquired.

Harry handed her a box cutter and dragged the first shipping container over by his desk. He dropped into the wheeled desk chair and pulled himself up to the computer. Leslie quickly scored the tape with the razor and drew back the flaps of the brown corrugated box. She leaned over the box and drew out the packing material, piling it on the floor.

Harry turned his gaze from the keyboard and looked straight into paradise. Leslie's tee shirt gapped broadly and before him lay two of the most beautiful breasts he had ever laid eyes on, creamy like antique porcelain and topped with rosy areoles whose nipples were nubby and hard. These beauties were as firm as ripe fruit, with no sag or sway and a deep cleavage that promised more beauty lay beyond the bare stomach beneath them. He at once imagined his hands and lips on those breasts and, transfixed in the erotic reverie, forgot to glance away as Leslie looked up with the first book in her hand.

"Uh, Harry, I'm up here," she said softly.

"Oh, God, oh, I'm so sorry, I...I...oh, man," Henry stammered as words failed him.

She sat back on her haunches, put the book on the carton and sighed. "Harry, how long have I worked here?" she asked.

"Um, two days a week for the last twenty weeks," he said helplessly. "Look, I'm really sorry, I meant no disrespect, I mean, you're just so lovely, and..." he trailed off.

Leslie gained little experience in sexual matters when a teenager, with the strict supervision exercised by her rigid father. Dating was almost nonexistent and when it happened, for a school dance or church group, either her father or mother was along as a chaperone to prevent any untoward advances on their beautiful daughter. Leslie suspected that, if given her way, her mother might have been slightly more permissive, but that occasion never had a chance to arise.

Leslie's experience with sex all changed when she left home to live with her grandparents. In no time, Leslie discovered her grandfather Gene's lusty desires, and that she had a special place in his sexual fantasies. In short order, Pap G had taken her womanhood and they had developed a rapturous sex life, often including Gene's wife, Joi, who was an eager and adventurous sex partner. Five months of bed-sharing with her grandparents had given Leslie an appreciation of the many ways one could be pleasured and give pleasure, and she developed an easy confidence about sexual matters.

"I'm used to boys, men, even women looking at me in a way," she said earnestly, "this is the way God made me and I've no problem if I appear attractive to others. And, I know that for most of the time I've worked here, you've been walking around with a woodie in your shorts, and I don't mind. Hell, it's a fucking compliment, good looking successful married man like you taking an interest, even a sexual one, in a student like me. I mean that, I've been flattered."

Harry could hardly believe her frankness and, moreover, was absolutely astonished that she did not take offense, especially these days when a sideways glance and wry smile could have you hashtagged MeToo in a minute. But his mind was blown in the next moment.

"I think it's time we did something about that woodie, frankly. It's begun to fascinate me and I need to get it out where I can feel its pulse." Harry's heart raced and he felt dizzy. It seemed that, instantly, electricity coursed through his scrotum and he felt a buzz in his groin.

"What about the front door," he mumbled.

"I'm going to put up the 'Closed, be back soon' sign right now," she said breezily and rose gracefully, sauntering to the glass door, throwing the lock and turning the "Open" sign over to show the temporary message. She glided back to the office, eased the door closed and drew her tee shirt over her head. As her tits dropped from the fabric, Henry thought he was going to pass out. His breath was coming in short gasps and he leaned back in the office chair. But his eyes were wide open, drinking in the sight of the most exquisite mammaries that he had ever viewed. They were perfect orbs, almost unreal in their flawlessness, like a statue, he thought, firm, uptilted with tight and erect nipples set in silver dollar sized areoles glowing with a rosy sheen. Neither Rubens nor Van de Meer had ever painted such astonishing and enthralling picture.

Beneath one, the red tongue of a tattooed dragon curled in the crease where the milky flesh of that perfect breast met her ribcage. On her left side the body of the beast undulated across her abdomen and disappeared at her hip into the waistband of her elastic athletic leggings. It reached a clawed limb across the abdominal muscles as if to snatch her navel from her smooth stomach. The sight of the naked and thrilling breasts opposite the wildly colored scaly monster was more stimulating than anything he ever imagined. His prick throbbed stiffly and he thought it might tear through his underwear and trousers. He needed to be released.

As if she read his mind, Leslie reached out quickly to his belt buckle, flipped it open, drew his zipper down sharply and peeled his slacks and tight briefs straight down to his knees. His cock sprang out in front of his crotch. He could not remember every being this hard. He groaned and rolled his hips to wave the rampant tool in the air. Leslie grabbed his dick and sighed, "There we go, gotcha now, let's dance."

She kneeled in front of Harry and started pumping her fist up and down his prong. Harry was afraid he would shoot his load in a moment, so he bit down on his lower lip until he drew blood. Leslie leaned forward and sucked the glans into her mouth.

"Oh, goddamn, goddamn, your mouth is so hot, jeez, this is unreal, unreal, Leslie, love, you're going to kill me," he gasped.

Lifting her lips while she continued to jack his prick with full, quick strokes, banging her fist into his pubes and, at the top of his staff, swirling her grip around the head wet with saliva, she said, "Not a chance, Harry, this sweet cock is going to stay alive so I can sink it all the way in my cunt."

"Then, I'll die happy," said Harry, unashamedly. Despite the rousing blow job Leslie was delivering as she slurped his dick back into her mouth and shoved her head into his crotch, Harry instantly had thoughts of his dear Robin, who also blew his prick with abandon and vigor. He had never cheated on his wife and he knew that as soon as his lust was sated he would bear the guilt he rightfully earned by cuckolding her. But, at this moment, the prospect of drilling his hard-as-steel prick into the yet to be revealed but undoubtedly perfect pussy of the sensual angel before him was his only goal.

Leslie gripped Harry's hardened staff with both hands, letting her mouth suck deeply on the glans, cheeks hollowing and her tongue rolling around the head of his prong. She nipped gently at the head with her front teeth and when he moaned softly, tightened her grip and suction. Her spit was warm and dripped down the shaft, lubricating her hands as they slipped at increasing speed up and down his cock.

"Damn, Leslie, you are so fucking sexy," Harry murmured, almost to himself. "I've never felt so excited by a woman, never been so turned on, it's my dream come true to make love with you."

Her right hand drifted to his balls and lifted them, rolling the tender globes between her fingers and lifting them gently toward the air. Her left hand sped up and down his shaft, squeezing on the upstroke and pushing on the downstroke as her lips encircled his cock head, sucking feverishly. "You are the most gorgeous woman I have even been with, sucking my prick, so beautiful, so sexy, Leslie, I can't believe this, I don't deserve this loving, your sucking mouth, your incredible face, your stunning boobs, uh, uh, suck me, kiddo, suck me to heaven and back," he panted.

Leslie looked up, her gorgeous baby blue eyes swimming with lust, squeezed his cock hard and drove her mouth into his pubic girdle, swallowing rapidly. She held her lips there, chewing on his shaft and teasing his glans with rippling throat muscles. Her hands slipped beneath his ass and one finger dove into his anal opening.

"Oh, oh, jeez, jeez, arrgh," Harry groaned, rocking his hips forward and arching his back. His balls tighten against his crotch and he could feel his orgasm beginning to rise. Leslie eased her head back and released his dick, kissing the end delicately and pressing the tip of her tongue into his piss hole. "Not so fast, lover, you've got some work to do," she said softly.

"Goddamn, girl, where did you learn that trick?" Harry mused dreamily.

"Wait till you see this," she replied as she arose, hooking her thumbs in her waistband as she kicked her shoes off and shoved them aside. She leaned forward and her boobs swung toward Harry's crotch. Without thinking, his hands rose to cup them and he felt their weight and warmth. He began to rub the tips. "That's just right, lover," she said.

She peeled her leggings off her hips and ass and drew them down her legs and Harry continued to stimulate her perfect tits. She stepped out of the pile of elastic and cotton, still bent over to Harry's fondling. "Ummm," she murmured sensuously, pressing her own hands against his to increase the pressure and agitation on her nipples. "Ummm, Harry, this is one thing that I've been thinking about a lot, the way your hands would feel on my body, how thrilling that would be, and your touch is even more exciting than I imagined," she said. "I want you to squeeze my boobs, really powerfully until they are pink and hard, and then I want you to suck my nipples until they pucker up tall and proud," she continued.

Harry began to rough up her breasts, pulling and squeezing them, and they began to rouge for him. He lifted one to his lips with both hands and sucked the nipple between his lips. He bit down on the toughening flesh and she cried out, "Yes, yes, that's the way, just like that." He switched breasts and she groaned, "Uhh, Harry, Harry, that's good, that's so good, your lips on my tits are driving me nuts, you're so good."

She had her hands back on his dick now, pulling and pushing her tight fists up and down the fuck tube. For minutes there was only the sound of flesh slapping on flesh and lips slurping on boobs. Leslie eased her hands off Harry's dick and slowly stood erect. Through lidded eyes, Harry's gaze fell unto her nude form. He was as if in a dream, and he let his vision drift down from her smooth stomach where the dragon held its claw to her wide and curvaceous hips, into her smoothly shaved cunt, whose lips were rosy and dewed with lubricating sap.

Her thighs were taut and muscular and her legs shapely all the way to her ankles, athletic legs worked by daily cycling and swimming for her college team. The tattooed dragon's hind legs stretched across her thigh and the tail curled up the inside of her leg to where the tip was just a fraction of an inch from the firm lips of her slit. Harry could not take his eyes from her cunt, which curved tightly from the insides of her legs, with hardly any labia major and showed a rippled ribbon of her inner lips poking slightly from the slot, lips that were clearly very wet. Harry was sure he was going to faint. His head swam.

Leslie slid both hands down her flat tummy and onto her mons, reaching her fingers into the junction of her thighs. She parted her cunt to show Harry the moist red interior and her love tunnel, which was partly open. Looking a Harry lustily, she slid two fingers into her vagina, twisted them side to side and drew them out. She held her hand out to Harry.

"It's sweet, I promise," she said with a smile. "I believe," said Harry and took her fingers into his mouth, washing them with his tongue and letting the taste of her flood his mouth and the smell of her rise into his nose. "Nectar of a goddess," Harry said, reaching his own hand into her cunt for more. He pumped his fingers into the tight channel for a dozen strokes, as Leslie's eyes closed and she grunted softly. He removed his fingers and put them in his mouth, savoring deeply the sugary and slightly tangy syrup that she produced.

"I love this," Harry said, licking his lips. "Then you're going to love this, too," Leslie said pirouetting and bending over to show Harry her round and high ass, with her delicious pussy framed between her thighs.

"This might be my best feature," Leslie said spreading the cheeks to open her cunt and asshole. "Magnificent," said Harry, "but it's hard to beat your exquisite tits." Still, he reached out with both hands to feel the smooth globes of flesh, drawing his fingers into the crease and down before plunging his fingers back into her cunt.

"Oh, yes, jam those into me," Leslie moaned. "Get them all in," she urged.

Harry worked three fingers from each hand into the warm and wet recesses of her pussy and she strained back toward him, and then he slid both thumbs into her anal canal. "Oh, so good, you're making me so happy, so excited, Harry, Harry, I have got to get your cock in me, got to have that hard, hot cock slamming into my cunt," she cried.

In a flash, Harry released Leslie's ass and cunt, stripped off his shoes and pants, grabbed his dick with one hand and her left hip with the other and drew her sumptuous ass down to his crotch. His prick penetrated her pussy on one smooth motion.

"Ohh, yeeaaahhh, that's it, dig in. That's the dance I want," Leslie said hungrily, "now pound that prick into me, drive that cum into my pussy, shove me into climax."

The fiery wet channel of Leslie's tight twat gripped Harry's dick and he felt his orgasm swell. He forced himself to think of books, baseball, driving to Oregon, anything to distract him for a moment until he could begin to move his stiff prick inside this intense embracing tunnel. The excitement of this moment had his heart racing, his dick lifting hard into the clasping cunt and he was fully commited to pleasuring this amazing woman until she was overcome with her own orgasm.

Leslie's cunt was wonderfully full, she thought, even if his dong wasn't punching into her womb like the giant tool her grandfather sported. Dismissing the comparison, she reached down to her pussy and shoved two fingers with Harry's dick. "Harry, oh, Harry, you feel SO good inside me," she mewled, "why did I wait so long to climb your pole? You're going to make me some so fast!"

"You better," he said breathlessly, "because I'm there."

"Wait, wait a minute," she said and snatched his balls into her hand, squeezing quickly. Harry's orgasm paused with the tight sensation, but he continued to plunge his cock rapidly into her pussy, like a man possessed. He was pushing and driving with his hips in a speedy beat, dragging her hips back into his pubic bone and then pushing her ass forward, his prick sluicing out of her sodden vagina, which was leaking sticky lubricant onto his scrotum and down his legs.

"Ah, Harry, drive me crazy, give that pussy pounding, jam that dick in there, every thrust is like I'm coming," Leslie grunted. She now had her hands on his knees, holding her cunt at perfect angle for Harry to maximize his speed. "I'm going to cum any second," she shouted, her fingers dug into his knees, "any second, any...oh, here I come, here it is, my cum for you, my cum for you, your prick, this is my cum, shoot your cum into my womb, Harry, fill me up with your spunk, I'm open for your spunk, give it to me," she gasped.

Harry let go, opened his squeezed shut eyes to the vision of Leslie's ass and, nestled between her thighs, her lovely bald cunt, jammed full of his cock and he exploded. "This is for you, lover, this is my cum for you, take it all, take it, huh, huh, take it."

Scalding sap and sperm shot across the walls of the spasming cunt, and Leslie rocked into her second, stronger orgasm. "Ooohhhhh," she moaned. "Oh, thank you, Lord, thank you, spew that spunk, jam that junk, fill me up with your cream, Harry, that's beautiful, god, that's hot, I can feel the heat, Lord, I love being filled up with man cum, man cum from that hot, hard dick in my cunt, my cunt loves your dick, Harry, god, I love that dick, that hard, stiff, cumming prick, the best," she gasped.

Harry continued to thrust deeply into Leslie's pussy, jetting out hot syrup with every jerk, pulling back through the damp heat and then shoving in again as his prick shot another glob of sperm into the depths of her throbbing channel. Jab after jab, the cream bubbled out of his cock to soak the depths of Leslie's clamping cunt.