The Divorcee and the Yard Boy Ch. 17 – Erotic Couplings – Free Sex Story

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Some of Gloria’s adventures with the young men in her neighborhood become full stories, but some are more like scenes. Here are a few.

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“Trick or treat!”

Gloria, a witch’s hat perched on her soft black curls, smiled as she handed candy to the kids holding out their bags.

“Ooh, Elsa and Iron Man,” she said. “Such famous visitors!” The kids giggled. “You’re in luck, kids,” she said. “I’m all out of candy now.”

“Thank you! Happy Halloween!” She smiled and waited until they were at the end of the walk before turning out the porch lights.

She was cleaning up when tbe doorbell rang a few minutes later. She ignored it. A minute later it rang again.

“Trick or treat!” Three men in ski masks stood there. She started as one held a smartphone out to her. “Remember us?”

On the screen a video was playing. It was her, naked and on all fours, with two men fucking her. Both were in ski masks.

A couple of months ago, her yard boy lover had given his keys to one of his friends. He in turn had invited two of his friends along to fuck her. She had pretended to be horrified that they might upload a video of her and had agreed to whatever they wanted. That’s when this new video was made. Their leader, Greg, had known it was just roleplay. Mmm, Greg. He had a long, long dick. She quickly got into character.

“Oh my god. What are you doing here? Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

“We told you,” said the guy holding the phone, whose voice she now recognized as Greg. “Trick. Or treat.”

“You give us a treat, or we play a trick,” said one of the Not Gregs. She had never learned their names or even seen their faces, which she definitely found kinky. This was going to be a fun night.

“What kind of trick?” Like she didn’t know.

“We send this video to your work and your friends,” said Greg.

“Oh, god, please. Please don’t do this!”

“Just give us a treat,” said the other Not Greg.

“What… what sort of treat?”

“Well, you’re all out of candy.” The Not Greg leaned forward. “So how about some Pussy.”

“Not again. Please. I did what you wanted last time.”

“What a great idea for a treat!” said Greg with a grin. A treat indeed. “But you should let us in first.”

“Can we talk about this?” she asked. Greg turned the phone to him and scrubbed the video. He turned it back to her.

“This is my favorite part,” he said. It was her standing naked looking at the phone. “Ooh, yes, I am a slut,” she was cooing. Cum was visible on her tit. “So can we come in?”

She bit her lip and nodded. “Yes!” said one of the Not Gregs, the shortest of the three, though not by much. As she turned to close the door, she felt a hand on her Ass. She smiled to herself.

“Hey!” she shouted, turning and pressing her back to the door. “Can we talk about this first?” She put her hands out in front of her.

“I don’t think there’s anything to talk about,” said Greg.

“Unless it’s telling you what we want,” said Shorty.

“Well, Gloria? Trick or treat? Will you do what we want?”

“And let us take another video?” said the taller Not Greg.

She turned her head, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath that puffed out her 36C breasts. She tried to look distressed. She made a little whimper, and then nodded. She heard the guys high-five each other and opened her eyes.

“Lead us to your bedroom,” said Shorty. But before she took a step, Greg put out his hand to her chest.

“Wait,” he said. “This Halloween costume sucks. Just a witch hat? You might as well not bother with it.” He plucked it off and tossed it aside. “I was hoping you’d be wearing something slutty.”

“I get a lot of kids,” she said.

“Well, just men now.” She fought back a snort. They were eighteen or nineteen.

“I guess we can work with this.” He massaged her breast. “Take off your shirt and jeans. Then you can lead us to your room.”

“Why not just get her naked now?” said Tall Guy. She could feel her Pussy getting wet.

“I want to see her in a sexy costume.”

“Maybe she can wear one from her collection?” said Shorty.

“Hm,” said Greg. “Maybe a bit of Sex first? Then a show?” She closed her eyes in mock despair. “Let’s see her underwear first and then decide.” He looked at her. “Go ahead.”

She tried to avoid grinning as she lifted her t-shirt over her head.

“Oh, that’s lovely,” said Tall Guy. “Looks like she got in the spirit after all.” Her black bra had printed skeleton hands on each cup made to look like they were cupping her breasts.

“They’re instructions!” said Greg, and he cupped her breasts. “Yo, get a photo.” Shorty held up his phone. “Now the pants.”

She unbuttoned her jeans, pulled down the zipper, and pushed the jeans down until she could step out of them.

“Those are adorable,” said Tall Guy. Her black panties were covered in small white ghosts with big heads and long, narrow bodies.

“Aren’t you glad we came by?” said Greg. Oh, yes she was. “Otherwise no one would have seen these cute clothes.” She nodded slightly. Greg held up his phone. “Tell us how happy you are, Gloria.” And his thumb tapped the screen.

“I’m so glad you came by to see my sexy costume,” she said, forgetting the shy act and sounding sincere without overtly lusty. The phone panned down her body.

“Give a little turn, Gloria,” said Greg. She dutifully turned slowly, letting them soak in the view.

“Hey,” said one of the Not Gregs as her back was turned, “those ghosts look like sperm.” She was glad they had noticed. She loved that about the design.

As she turned, Shorty said, “I think those are instructions, too!” The young men chuckled.

“If they were instructions, Gloria, what would they be telling us to do?”

She looked down, clasped her hands in front of her crotch, and said “I don’t know.”

Greg reached behind her and gave her Ass a spank. “Try again. Be creative. And you know we like it when you use dirty words.”

She cleared her throat. “Well, you thought the hands meant touch my… tits. So you could interpret the panties.” She paused. “Please don’t make me say it.” Greg scowled from behind the phone, which was still recording. “I guess they could mean to cover my… Pussy… with sperm?”

The guys hooted.

“Are there any ghosts between your legs?” asked Shorty. She nodded with a fake glum expression. “So I guess we have to get a lot of sperm between your legs! And we saw there are some covering your Ass, so…”

Tall Guy reached forward and caressed her crotch. “No need to worry about only getting ghost sperm tonight.” Yes, she thought. Let’s get on with it.

“Why don’t you give me a kiss,” said Greg. She turned toward him, but as she leaned in he said, “get a video of this.” Tall Guy pulled out his phone.

She slid her tongue into Greg’s mouth as his hands fondled her tits. She felt fingers fumbling at her bra’s clasp, and then it opened. Greg quickly moved his hands onto her bare flesh, and she moaned. Then she felt two thumbs hook into the waistband of her panties and tug them down.

“Damn,” said Shorty, as he reached around and cupped her naked Pussy.

Greg pulled away from the kiss. “I think before you take us to your bedroom, you should kneel down,” he said.

* * *

“Merry Christmas,” she purred into the phone.

“Merry Christmas to you, too,” said Danny. “How nice of you to call.”

“I figured you’d be home for the holidays. It’ll have to be a couple days late, but I have a present for you and Brian.” She could hear voices in the background — his family, full of cheer and laughter today. They quieted.

“Now I’m away from the noise. I think I can guess what your present is.”

“Hmph. You only think you know. But I hope you two can come over soon to unwrap me. I mean, uh, it.”

“I’m sure I can get away.”

“I hope so. But give yourself a long time to enjoy me. I mean, uh, it. It should really be savored.”

In the end, it was three days later. At 10am, her doorbell rang. Danny and Brian were standing there, and their eyes got wide. She was wearing a sheer red baby doll with white fur trim. The front was a long braid of laces. A thick ribbon hung on her hips, joined with a large bow that sat in front of her Pussy. A Santa hat completed the look. She turned, letting them see the naked Ass under the lingerie, and led them in.

“Once you’ve taken off all the wrapping,” she said as she turned again to face them, “your gift is another day of me doing anything you want, just like the summer. Except.” She held up a finger. “Just you two.”

They grinned and leapt forward, rubbing her body as they began to undo the knots.

* * *

Gloria used the tongs to put a piece of cornbread on her plate next to the chili. She turned toward the live music. The park near her house was having a festival, and she was enjoying herself. She felt like dancing. Maybe after she ate. She found a table and sat down.

“Mind if I join you?”

She turned to see a middle-aged guy with a bit of grey in his black hair. He was cute. She swallowed and waved him to the chair opposite her. “Please.” He settled in with his own plate.

“Do you live around here?”

“Mm hmm. Over on Carlton.”

“Oh, sure. You look familiar.” She raised an eyebrow. “I live on Beech and I walk my dog that way.”

They engaged in more small talk. His name was Bill. He was an accountant. Liked to go camping.

“You know,” he said, “I remember seeing you once in particular.”

“Oh?”

“I was out late walking my dog, and I saw you stripping in your window while a bunch of guys watched from your walk.”

Oh. She remembered that night. One of her summer lovers had brought over a bunch of friends for her first gangbang. She remembered the next part, too.

“At first I thought I should call out these guys for peeping, but it was pretty obvious you knew they were there.”

“At the time, I thought it was only one guy.”

“That didn’t stop you from inviting them all in, though, right?” She shook her head. “Then you stepped out, totally naked, and waved at me.” Yes, that was what she remembered, too. “What was up with that?”

“It was a bit of a lark. They asked me to do it.”

“But, you still had Sex with them?”

“No, they came in, shook my hand, and then left. Of course I had Sex with them!” There wasn’t any reason to deny it.

He shook his head. “I’ve thought about that night a lot.”

She laughed. “I guess that isn’t an everyday thing.” She smiled at him and snagged a fry. “What have you thought about?”

“Promise you won’t be offended?”

“You’ve already brought up seeing me naked and having Sex with six guys. How do you think I’ll get offended?”

He swallowed. “I’ve thought about what it would have been like to be in that group.”

“Oh?” She leaned in close. “Do you masturbate about it?”

“My god. How could I not?” She loved thinking about guys masturbating to visions of her.

“So do I,” she said with a chuckle.

“How did that even happen?”

She gave him the quick version. Even so, his eyes kept growing wider.

“Lucky guys,” he finally said.

“Well, they certainly got lucky a bunch.” She smiled.

He stared into the middle distance.

“I feel like you’re trying to figure out how to get in bed with me.” He blinked, startled.

“I hadn’t gotten that far yet. I was just daydreaming about being one of those guys. I would’ve given anything to have that experience.”

“That sort of sounds like the same thing to me.”

He smiled. “I guess so.”

She stood up. Forget dancing. Here, anyway. “I wouldn’t mind someone walking me home.”

“Seriously?”

“I’m not going to do whatever you want, but I’m sure you’ll find me plenty grateful.” She bent over and gently pulled the dress forward. His eyes looked down at her breasts. “Like, I feel like dancing, but it doesn’t have to be here.” She paused. “People tend to get judgey if you strip while dancing in public.” She stood up and put out her hand.

Back at her house, she pointed at the couch. “You sit over there. You won’t mind if I put on some music?”

He shook his head. “I know you wanted to dance.”

“Oh, I do,” she said.

* * *

It was that time again. Her old yard boy, Billy, was off to college. Damn, he had been a delightful seven months. As was now her tradition, she asked him for recommendations for her next yard worker. They had to be legal, good-looking, and willing to actually do yardwork alongside the Sex she’d offer.

She was idly wondering what games she might play this time before bedding her new lover when the doorbell rang. She stood up, smoothed out her t-shirt and opened the door.

Holy shit. This guy was gorgeous. She felt her knees wobble. Oh, she thought, that’s what people mean by that. He was tall and fit, with a thick, wavy head of black hair and olive skin. But his eyes were brilliant green pools she wanted to stare at forever.

“Gloria?”

She recovered, a bit. “You must be Saeed,” she said. “Billy told me about you.” I guess he’s good-looking, Billy had said. Oh dear. She held out her hand, still staring at his beautiful eyes, and he shook it with a lopsided grin. Oh, you know exactly what women think of you, she thought.

She led him to her table and pretended to interview him. He could say no thanks to the yardwork and she’d still fuck him. But he seemed interested in the job.

Then he leaned back. “Are there any benefits with this job? Or is it just money?”

She smiled. “What more were you expecting?” He knew. Her panties were going to be drenched soon.

“I saw photos of you that Billy took.” She could guess. She could play a game. Or not.

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. There are a lot of ways for you to get there depending on my mood, but today the best way is to be assertive and take what you want.” He smiled that cocksure grin, pushed his chair back, stood up, and walked over to her. Her heart was pounding.

He leaned down, gazed at her, and leaned forward to kiss her. Her mouth opened eagerly.

He broke the kiss. “Like that?”

“It’s a start. Is that all that you want?”

He held out his hand and pulled her up when she grabbed it.

“It’s a start,” he said.

“Keep going.”

He leaned forward again to kiss her. As their tongues slid together, his hand slid up to her breast. She didn’t stop him.

“How much can I take?”

“How much do you want?”

“All of it.”

“Keep going, then.”

He stood close to her and looked down. She was going to get dizzy in those eyes. His hands reached down and she felt him working the button of her jeans, all as he kept her gaze. Her jeans loosened and she felt the zipper open. His hand slid back up to her tits. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “Take them off for me.” She shuddered and, in a dream, pushed the jeans down. She stepped out of them.

He reached his hand to the hem of her shirt and began to lift. Still looking at him, not letting her gaze drop, she raised her arms. Once her shirt was off, she saw him smiling at her underwear. Baby blue lace bra and panties. He leaned forward for another kiss.

As she leaned against him, she felt his hands slide up to her shoulders and her bra loosened as he pushed the straps down her arms. She couldn’t wait to take this beautiful man between her legs. His hands moved behind her and fumbled at her bra. She smiled as he struggled — he’d get plenty of practice — and then let out a moan as he figured it out. Her bra fell to the floor.

His head dipped down and his lips closed around her breast as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. He fondled and sucked her tits for a bit. Then one hand slid down and hooked into her panties. He began pulling them down. He slid kisses down her stomach, and then pulled her panties to her feet, and she stepped out of them, now completely naked.

“I don’t know what you want next,” she said as she rubbed his crotch, “but I think you’re going to want to undress now.”

He smiled his gorgeous smile as he began unbuttoning his pants. “I’d like you to lie on your bed and spread your legs for me so I can feel my dick in your Pussy.” She practically came at the thought of his beautiful body over her, thrusting into her.

“You’re definitely hired,” she said.

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