Cutting the GrassbyJimBob44©
*Author's Note. Any persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least 18 years of age.
His wife bounced into the living room and announced, "They sold the Johnson's house."
"'Bout time," Gary said, not even looking up from the stack of bills.
"I saw the new owner," Theresa went on and hugged her husband from behind. "She's about my age, long blonde hair; she's cute too!"
"Oh boy," Gary said, still not looking up.
He was looking at the latest bill from her Visa credit card.
"Honey, is it really necessary to pick up the tab every time you and Robin go out for 'Ladies Night?'" he asked. "I mean, I don't spend three hundred a week on 'Guys Night.'"
: Come on, Daddy," she giggled. "You know Robin don't make shit at the diner. It's not like she could afford to pick up the tab."
"At least she works," Gary grumbled.
"Oh?" Theresa asked. "What's that supposed to mean? You saying I don't work? Huh, Buster?"
"I am sure running after a three year old and two year old is a lot of work," he said. "But three hundred and forty dollars?"
"Oh, that was the bottle of champagne!" Theresa said, as if that explained it all.
"Champagne?" Gary asked. "Why'd you buy a bottle of champagne?"
"'Cause Terri's getting married," Theresa answered.
"Who in the fuck would marry that no-tit fat ass skanky slut?" Gary asked.
"I wonder if the new neighbor would like to join us for 'Ladies Night?'" Theresa mused aloud.
"With you picking up the tab, I'm sure," Gary said, typed rapidly on his laptop and clicked 'Send' in his Bill Pay account.
"And how much DO you spend on 'Guys Night?'" Theresa asked and began to paw through the stack of bills.
"None of your beeswax," Gary said, but did not try to stop her.
"Oh, you bastard," she laughed. "You have THAT bill sent to your office, don't you?"
"Nope, pay cash," he lied and she laughed out loud.
"You do not!" she laughed.
"Where are the kids?" he asked.
"Left them outside," she said. "Tied a pork chop to them so that the dogs would play with them.
"Ha ha," he said and looked at the next bill. "What'd you get at Neiman-Marcus?"
"That leather corset you like so much," she said. "And this."
She lifted the front of her blouse and shoed him the white satin bra. The bra had cutouts, displaying her hard nipples. He shrugged his shoulders and typed on his keyboard and again clicked on 'Send.'
"And it came with matching panties," she cooed and unzipped her jeans.
"Very nice," he said and began to look at the next bill.
"You're not even looking," Theresa pouted.
"Saw them this morning, unless you changed them," he said.
"Come on," she giggled. "Looked! See how nice they shape my butt, oh! And they're Crotch-less!"
"They're crotch-less?" he asked, feigning surprise.
"Yeah, that means there's nothing between my puddy and your honker," she said in a lisping baby-talk fashion and slipped her jeans off.
"And it is a nice puddy," he said.
They had just finished making love, her bent over the table, him driving into her from behind when they heard Alexis whine out for her mommy.
Theresa turned, kissed her husband and went to get the fussing girl. On cue, Junior started to whine from his bedroom for Mommy.
"Theresa, put your pants back on," Gary said and she smirked at him, but did so.
Jamie Warren surveyed the home again. She'd managed to get the house for a song; the market was in a horrible slump and the Johnsons desperate to sell. Daddy had fronted the money for the down payment and Mommy made sure that the bank approved her loan application.
The grass needed cutting; the real estate agent had told her she didn't believe anyone had been out to cut it in a while.
She smiled when Mommy's BMW turned the corner and slowed down, then pulled up into the driveway. Mommy got out and looked around, then walked up to the front door.
"Isn't it great?" Jamie gushed as she showed her mother around.
"It is great," Beth agreed, smiling. "Need to get one of the neighborhood kids to cut that grass, though."
The doorbell rang and Jamie looked at her mother. Both women shrugged their shoulders. Jamie ran to answer the door.
"Hi!" Beth heard a young woman's voice chirp. "I'm Theresa Breedlove and this is my husband, Gary Breedlove. And this is Gary Junior, we just call him Junior, and this is Alexis, we live right across the street, I saw you the other day when you stopped by and we're so happy that someone bought this house, it's been vacant forever..."
"Theresa, take a breath," Beth heard a deep male voice tell the young woman.
There was no rancor in his voice; she could hear the rich chuckle as he lovingly chided his wife for monopolizing the conversation. But she could remember a time when that voice had a great deal of rancor and animosity.
"Man, this sucks," Jimmy, said.
"Said that two seconds ago, man," Gary said.
"Give me a cigarette," Jimmy demanded.
"Told you three seconds ago, I don't got none," Gary said.
"Man!" Jimmy yelled. "This sucks!"
"There's got to be something we can do," Gary said and opened the door to the garage.
Rustling around, they found the old lawnmower. Gary's dad had bought a new mower, one that was self-propelled, and no longer used the older mower. Jimmy and Gary changed the oil, slapped a new spark plug on it, filled it with gas, and Breedlove-Smith lawn care was born.
Most of the neighbors knew Gary and trusted the eighteen-year-old boy, so finding clients wasn't very hard. Most of them also knew Jimmy Smith; he'd been arrested several times as a juvenile and had recently done four months at Stockton on a assault charge. But as long as he was with Gary, they figured, he'd be all right.
Plus that, in the summer, the greater Atlanta area lives up to its unofficial nickname of 'Hotlanta.' The temperatures can easily exceed 100 degrees and the humidity can quite often climb as high as 99 percent without a drop of rain to be seen. Air that hot and humid can sap the strength out of most normal people.
"For twenty bucks, you'll cut my grass, rake it up, and put it out to the curb?" more than one man asked. "Sonny, you got yourself a deal!"
They were pushing the lawnmower down the street when Lenny Warren flagged them down.
He and his extremely attractive wife, Beth, had just rented the Ostrey house. Mr. Ostrey had moved out to California for his job, but planned on moving back when the job was completed. Rather than leave the house vacant, he rented it to the newly married couple of college sweethearts.
"Hey, need you to cut my grass," he said and Gary and Jimmy got busy on the Ostrey lawn.
When they entered the back yard, Mrs. Warren was on the deck, sunning. Her skin was slick with suntan lotion and sweat. The bikini was ridiculously skimpy, barely covering her nipples or her pubic mound. She didn't even acknowledge their presence, just turned her Walkman cassette player up the louder when they started the more.
She rolled over and both eighteen year olds almost blew a load in their cut off shorts as her luscious ass came into view. She undid the top of her bikini to let the sun get her entire back and both youths noticed her large breasts straining out on the sides as she lay down on her belly.
"God damn, that is so fucking sweet," Jimmy moaned.
"Fucking a right," Gary agreed.
They finished the yard, gathered all the clippings into a garbage bag and left the back yard. Both gave several looks backward, but Mrs. Warren never gave any indication that she noticed them.
"Got change for a hundred?" Lenny smirked and both Gary and Jimmy shook their heads no.
"Gee, guess I'll have to catch you next time, huh?" he said and put the hundred back in his wallet.
A week later, he flagged them down again and again they cut the grass.
Mrs. Warren slowly, languidly applied lotion to her belly and legs as they cut the back yard. Both boys felt their shorts begin to tent out when she rolled over and slowly applied lotion to the back of her thighs.
"Got change for a hundred?" Lenny asked them and Jimmy smiled as he peeled off three twenties.
The chagrinned look on Lenny's face told the eighteen year old that he hadn't planned on them having the change. It was probably his only hundred-dollar bill, used to impress others.
"Sixty?" Lenny asked. "I should be getting eighty back, right?"
"Twenty for this time, plus the twenty you owe us from last time," Jimmy corrected him.
"I thought I paid you for that," Lenny lied. "You sure I didn't pay you?"
"Nope," Jimmy said flatly. "You whipped out that hundred, asked us if we had change, then told us you'd catch us next time."
Five days later, he waved them over.
"Hey, got a barbecue this afternoon," he said. "Love it if you'd cut it ASAP."
"Okay," Jimmy agreed.
They were opening the gate when they heard his car start up. Jimmy ran back around the front as Lenny was preparing to drive off in his Lincoln Town car.
"Hey, what about paying us?" Jimmy demanded.
"Beth'll take care of that," Lenny said.
But when they completed the task, Beth just smirked at them.
"Oh? He did, huh?" she said. "And did he say what I'd pay you with? He's got all the money."
They looked at each other as she slammed the door in their faces.
"This is bull fucking shit!" Jimmy screamed.
Gary was scared of Jimmy when he was this angry. Jimmy hadn't done time in Judie for chewing gum too loud. His eyes were the flat, cold eyes of someone that had seen too much. Gary had seen him stare down much bigger people. And if staring them down didn't work, Jimmy wasn't afraid to get physical.
"Yeah, but what're we going to do?" Gary asked.
"Pick you up tomorrow," Jimmy said and walked home.
"Eight o'clock in the morning?" Gary complained when Jimmy walked in his bedroom and nudged him awake with his foot.
"Yeah, figure we'd catch Mister Smarty Pants before he has a chance to run off," Jimmy said.
They walked down the street and Jimmy walked up to the door and knocked on it, hard.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Lenny complained. "Banging on the door like that?"
"You owe us twenty bucks," Jimmy demanded.
"Nah, Beth said she paid you," Lenny said and started to close the door.
"Hey!" he yelled when Jimmy kicked the door back and knocked Lenny backward.
A solid punch into the pit of his stomach doubled Lenny over and Jimmy motioned a nearly petrified Gary into the house.
"Close the door," Jimmy ordered and Gary did so.
Jimmy grabbed the groaning Lenny by his shirt collar and dragged him into the living room.
"Where's our twenty?" he asked as he shoved Lenny into a chair.
"Wallet's in the bedroom," Lenny gasped, still
"You get rid of those two dumb ass punks?" Beth asked as she came into the living room, her high-heeled sandals clicking on the Harwood floor.
She screamed when she saw the two young men standing there. Jimmy slapped her across her face and she fell to the floor.
"Watch these two mother fuckers while I get our twenty," Jimmy ordered and Gary nodded his head.
Jimmy knew the layout of the Ostrey house; he'd burglarized it a couple of times, so he went to the master bedroom.
"Don't fucking move," Gary ordered Beth, who was beginning to scoot along the living room floor on her back, toward the safety of the kitchen.
Jimmy came barreling back into the living room, eyes ablaze with anger.
"Four bucks?" he screamed at a very pale Lenny. "You only had four fucking bucks? It's twenty, motherfucker! Not four!"
"I get pained on Wednesday," Lenny cried. "I'll pay you double on Wednesday! Okay?"
"No, pay day is today," Jimmy, screamed nag grabbed a handful of Lenny's hair and pulled him out of the chair.
"I'm going to show you what we do to mother fuckers in Stockton can't pay their fucking debts," he hissed and hurled Lenny to the floor.
"No, please," Beth, whimpered.
"Shut the fuck up, cow," Gary bellowed, his deep voice hardened with animosity.
Jimmy kicked Lenny a couple of times, until he had the cowering man positioned on his knees.
"Oh my God, no," Beth whimpered and again tried to scoot toward the kitchen.
"What the fuck I tell you?" Gary said and grabbed her leg and pulled her back into the center of the living room.
"Mother fuckers can't pay their bills, we turn them into pussies," Jimmy said and yanked Lenny's shorts down without unsnapping them.
"No!" Lenny screamed out as jimmy spat into the crack of his ass and unzipped his own shorts.
"Please, please, I have some money in my purse," Beth whispered.
"Ah!" Lenny sobbed out as Jimmy lunged and buried himself to the hilt in Lenny's bowels.
"Next time," Jimmy said as he pumped his cock in and out of Lenny's raw guts. "Pay your fucking debts, right?"
"Okay, okay," Lenny, sobbed and Jimmy stiffened and grunted.
"Aw, don't act like you didn't like it, pussy," Jimmy sneered and used the back of The Lenny's shirt to wipe his cock clean.
The Puddle of semen that was seeping into the cheap rug told Gary and Beth and Jimmy that Lenny had indeed enjoyed Jimmy's ass pounding. Lenny sobbed in humiliation but made no move to get up.
"Your turn," Jimmy ordered and Gary could see by his flat eyes that it would not do to argue with Jimmy.
Lenny did not offer a resistance when Gary sank his cock into the man's rectum.
"Did you know your man was a faggot?" Jimmy sneered as he picked Beth up by a handful of her hair. "Did you know he likes getting decked up the ass?"
"Please, please," Beth whimpered. "I have some money in my purse; I'll pay you."
"Gary, want a beer?" Jimmy called out from the kitchen.
"Yeah, sure," Gary said and groaned as he loosed his come into the man's ass.
Jimmy came back into the living room, clutching two beers in one hand and holding a very frightened Beth with the other. He handed one beer to Gary, and then roughly shoved Beth toward the ratty looking couch. She tripped over the coffee table with a pained 'Oomph!'
"Aw, you got poo-pooon your weenie," Jimmy said. "Mister 'I Can't Pay My Bills' here should clean that up for you."
"What?" Lenny stammered.
"Suck it!" Jimmy screamed and forced Lenny to turn and take Gary's cock into his mouth.
"Bite it and I swear to God I'll fucking kill you and your stupid whore wife, you fucking hear me?" Jimmy spat into Lenny's ear.
To back up his words, he pulled a lock blade knife out of his pocket and flicked the blade open.
Gary could feel his cock getting hard as the man sucked on his cock like a baby sucks on a nipple.
"Mother fucker likes sucking cock," Gary laughed and began to fuck Lenny's face.
"Fucking pussy," Jimmy sneered. "Fuck him; I'm going to see if the bitch over here likes sucking cock too."
"No, please, no," Beth, whimpered. "I'll, I'll give you a hand job, okay?"
"A hand job?" Jimmy sneered and backhanded her hard. "If I wanted a fucking hand job, I'd give it to myself!"
She coughed and gagged as he thrust his cock into her mouth but he did not cease in his brutal face fuck. She screamed out as he ripped her tee shirt down the front and began cruelly pinching and squeezing her quite impressive breasts and nipples.
"God damn, where'd you learn to suck cock?" he finally said and pulled out of her spluttering mouth and sprayed her face with is come.
Gary sat and drank his beer and watched Lenny masturbate his small cock as his wife was forced to suck another man's cock. Lenny sprayed his come onto the floor as Jimmy sprayed his wife's face with come.
"We'll be back, you said Wednesday's pay day?" Jimmy said as he finished his beer.
"Yeah," Lenny sobbed.
Both Gary and Jimmy waited all weekend for the inevitable knock at the door, waited for the cops to take them to jail for breaking and entering, rape, robbery; by the time Monday morning rolled around, Gary had tallied up thirty two different things they could be charged with.
Both eighteen year olds went about pushing their lawnmower up and down the streets of their neighborhood, picking up as many clients as they could.
"Going to need the money for bail," Gary joked with Jimmy.
"Man, ain't enough yards to pay bail for that shit," Jimmy said darkly.
Wednesday afternoon, Lenny waved them over and both youths nervously followed the equally nervous man into the house.
"Just like I promised," Lenny said and handed them forty dollars. "Um, want a beer or something?"
"Yeah, yeah, beer would be nice," Jimmy, said.
"Um, want to sit down," Lenny asked and waved them over to the couch.
They sat and drank their beers in silence, Lenny in his recliner and the two teenagers on the couch. Finally Jimmy stood up.
"Oh, you don't have to go just yet, huh?" Lenny asked and Jimmy smiled and unzipped his shorts.
"Nah, I got time for you to suck my cock," Jimmy said and Lenny sank to his knees and hungrily slurped Jimmy's entire cock down his throat.
"Hey Honey, have those two boys...?" Beth asked as she let herself in through the sliding glass door.
She stood and watched her husband sucking and slurping on another man's cock for a long moment. Unwittingly, she began to rub her pussy through the thin material of her bikini bottom.
Gary Moved toward her and slid the bikini bottom off, exposing her hairless mound. She moaned as he roughly jammed two fingers into her drooling slit, then grabbed him and hungrily began to suck kisses from him. She unzipped his shorts and fished his cock out and jerked on it a few times.
"Fuck yeah," Jimmy groaned and Lenny's moans of pleasure could be heard as he swallowed Jimmy's load.
"Uh!" Beth cried out as Gary roughly picked her up and lowered her pussy onto his waiting cock. She wrapped her arms and legs around the muscular young man and groaned as the tip of his cock hit the entrance to her cervix. After a few minutes of bounding her on his cock, he fell forward with her and landed on the couch.
Again, Lenny masturbated himself while he watched his wife getting used. Gary tensed up and loosed quite a bit of semen into Beth before pulling out and continuing to loose his semen onto her belly and breasts.
"My turn," Jimmy demanded and put his cock to her lips.
There was no resistance; she hungrily sucked on his manhood while rubbing her gaping slit. Jimmy pulled out of her mouth with an audible 'pop' and slid his cock into her pussy and began to pound her hard.
"Uh!" Lenny cried out when Gary roughly jammed his cock into the man's rectum and pounded him as hard as Jimmy was pounding his wife.
Beth locked her legs around Jimmy's waist and keened out loudly as she came. Jimmy ceased his vicious gnawing at her breasts and let out a strangled cry as he pumped his semen into her hungry pussy.
Jimmy and Gary helped themselves to another beer each, and then left the husband and wife in the living room.
Grass is getting kind of long there," Jimmy commented as they stepped out into the blazing afternoon sun. "Reckon we ought to cut it tomorrow?"
"Yeah' I'm too bushed to do it today," Gary agreed.
Beth did not look up from the chaise lounge when the boys let themselves into the back yard and started the mower. She simply applied more lotion to her nude breasts and pussy and waited. They were halfway through when she rolled over onto her belly and applied lotion to her nude ass.
"Bet her ass is tighter than her pussy husband's," Jimmy commented.
"Would have to be," Gary agreed.
They finished mowing the lawn, raked up the clippings and put them into a garbage bag. Jimmy and Gary both did 'Rock, paper, scissors' to determine who would go first and Jimmy won.
"Hey," she said sleepily, dreamily when she heard his footsteps on the wooden deck.
"Hey," he said and eased his dripping cock into her waiting pussy from behind.