Psychologists invariably agree that man has certain needs which are an inherent part of his nature. The most commonly mentioned are the physical needs-the needs for food and shelter. The need for sex-the "reproductive drive", as it is often referred to-is also considered basic to man.
We see this last demonstrated time and again. Witness the failure of the early Communist drive to abolish the family structure. Or the contemporary depletion of the priesthood and the institutions of monasteries and convents.
Grace Walker is a woman whose normal drive for sex has been frustrated by the death of her husband, and who has since been unable to find an outlet for her normal sexual needs. She finally finds an outlet in the various teenage boys she meets in her daily routine. What begins innocently enough ends in a free-wheeling orgy, no holds barred.
BOY-LOVING WIDOW-the story of a woman who has come to terms with her own nature and needs. A novel of significance to our ever-changing society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
One scorching August afternoon Grace Walker, a forty-year-old widow, lay naked on her bed. She tossed and turned restlessly, unable to drift into the nap she'd planned. It wasn't just the heat that was bothering her. Grace felt so achingly horny, she could have screamed."
Her husband Norman had died of a heart attack six months ago, and up to now Grace had been able to ignore her need for a man. But the past week had been sheer hell. Her starved pussy seemed to be wet and swollen and hot all the time, and she couldn't blot out the delicious memory of Norman's lovemaking. Clearly she was overdue for a rousing good fuck-but at her age, where could she find a man?
"Oh, damn it all," Grace moaned.
She jumped out of bed and marched over to the dresser mirror. She gave her naked body an unrelenting inspection. She had to know if it was still good enough to attract men. What Grace saw in the mirror was a tall leggy brunette with thick glossy shoulder-length hair and a fantastic figure. The sight was very reassuring.
Grace studied her good long legs, pert round ass, and small firm waist. She examined her slim but curvy hips and the small triangular patch of glossy brown curls that formed her muff. She knew her best feature was her large thrusting breasts. They were about the size and shape of cantaloupes and were capped with dainty rose-brown nipples.
No, there was nothing wrong with her body. She was in excellent shape for a woman her age. And her face, with its big brown eyes, upturned nose, and wide sensual mouth, could have belonged to a woman of thirty. No one would have pegged Grace Walker as being "middle-aged."
And yet, she was-forty and hopelessly out of it, without the vaguest idea how to find a man. She'd been married to Norman for twenty years, and during that time she'd never even looked at another man. How could she start all over again, competing with much-younger women? She didn't know where to begin.
The doorbell rang, catching Grace naked in front of the mirror.
"Hell," she muttered.
She snatched up her bathrobe, a filmy black thing cut very low in front. It wasn't really suitable for answering the door, but it was the first thing she found. She raced down the hall and through the living room and flung open the front door just as the caller rang the bell again. Then she stopped and stared.
An extremely attractive teenage boy stood there holding several shopping bags. "Grocery delivery, ma'am," he said.
"Oh," Grace said, "you must be new. Where's Herbie?"
"He quit," the boy said. "My name's Tony. You want me to bring these bags in, ma'am?"
"Oh, yes, please," Grace said quickly. "Follow me to the kitchen. My name is Mrs. Walker, Grace Walker."
She knew she was babbling, but she couldn't get over her first impressions of Tony. He was perhaps seventeen, tall, lean, and muscular. He had a handsome hawk-nosed face and thick longish black hair. And he had a dazzling smile. The kid was just too sexy to be believed.
Tony followed her into the kitchen and set the bags on the counter. Then he sighed loudly and wiped sweat off his forehead. "Man, it's hot," he said.
"Why, yes, you must be roasting," Grace said with concern. "Can you take a few minutes off and have some cold lemonade?"
"Hey, that would be great,' Tony said, flashing her his dazzling smile. "This is my last delivery for today anyhow, so I don't have to hurry."
He took a place at the kitchen table, and Grace tried to keep her hands from trembling as she got the pitcher of lemonade and poured two glasses. Herbie, her regular delivery boy, had never affected her like this. But then Herbie had had acne, horn-rimmed glasses, and a bad stutter. Tony was something else. Grace felt that all-too-familiar glowing and melting sensation in her pussy. She reddened and felt ashamed of herself. Why, she was old enough to be Tony's mother!
"Here you go," she said, handing him a glass.
Tony took a big drink of lemonade and said, "Gee, thanks a lot, Mrs. Walker. This really hits the spot."
Grace was about to take her place at the other side of the table when she realized that Tony was staring at her crotch. Glancing down, she noticed what she should have noticed long ago-her robe was practically sheer. Through the thin filmy black material, the small triangle of her bush was clearly defined against the creamy-pale flesh of her thighs and belly.
Grace sat down quickly, hiding the lower half of her body behind the table. Her face was beet-red. And the kid still had quite a view. There was no way she could hide the ripe cleavage of her big tits, not with that plunging neckline. And he could see the reddish dots of her nipples, too, clearly outlined against the pale globes of her boobs.
"Uh, do you live in the neighborhood, Tony?" she asked, trying to distract his attention.
"Yeah, just moved here," he said. He was sipping his lemonade and staring at her tits. "You lived here long?"
"Twenty years," Grace said, "all the time I was married."
"You're not married any more?" Tony asked, still studying her big firm jugs.
"No, my husband passed away last year," Grace said.
She wished he'd stop staring at her tits. He wasn't doing it in an offensive way, probably wasn't even aware of it, but it made her uneasy. She was so hotly turned on to him, it was disgraceful, and his gawking didn't help. She wondered if he found her at all attractive. Then she told herself to cool it. Getting it on with a seventeen-year-old boy was totally out of the question.
"You must get kinda lonely without your old man," Tony said.
"Yes, I do," Grace confessed, "but at least I had twenty good years with him. He was a wonderful man."
Actually Norman was the last thing on her mind just then. Much to her shame, she found herself helplessly wondering how Tony looked without his clothes. She wondered what his cock looked like when it was hard. She'd never fucked any man but Norman, never seen any other man naked. Curiosity and lust seemed about to overwhelm her.
"Well, I appreciate the lemonade and the rest," Tony said.
He got up and took his empty glass to the sink. As he returned, he managed to brush against Grace, his hard thigh grazing her arm. Just that swift touch seemed electric. Grace gasped softly and felt a big rush of hot juice from her cunt. There was no point in denying it-she wanted this boy to ball her. She wanted it desperately.
''I'll walk you to the door," she said.
Again Tony followed her, only this time she knew he could see right through her semi-sheer gown and watch the undulating globes of her little round ass. She felt both embarrassed and excited-too excited. It was best that Tony leave right now before her lust got out of control. She felt so achingly horny, there was no telling what she might do.
Just before they reached the front door Tony stepped on the hem of her robe. Grace never knew if it was an accident or not. She didn't have time to think about that. The robe stayed there and she kept going-and the next thing she knew, she was naked. She'd walked right out of her robe.
"Oh, my God!" she gasped.
She stood there with her back to Tony, blushing furiously, trying in vain to cover her bush and breasts with her hands. Tony didn't say a word. All she could hear was his rather fast hard breathing. And it occurred to her that no man but Norman had ever seen her naked before. Then she jerked herself back to reality.
"Tony, will you please hand me my robe?" she said, her back still to him.
Tony gave a little chuckle and said, "Gee, Mrs. Walker, I don't know if I wanta do that. I kinda like you this way better."
"TONY!" Grace gasped.
She whirled to confront him, forgetting her nakedness for a second. Tony gawked. His brown eyes went wide with wonder as he took in her big round quivering tits and the dainty little brown triangle of her muff. He licked his lips. Grace realized her mistake, and her blush deepened. She bent and tried to grab for her robe, but Tony caught her wrist and pulled her to him.
"I never saw a body like yours before," he said breathlessly. "I mean, I've had a few chicks, but nothing compared to you. You look like a centerfold, no shit. You've got me real excited."
He drew her hard against him, her big tits flattening against his t-shirt, her curly little muff pressing against the fly of his jeans. Caught off guard, Grace didn't have a chance to move or protest before he brought his mouth down on hers and began kissing her hungrily. He slid his long wet tongue into her mouth.
"UMPH," Grace cried.
She pushed against his shoulders, but the horny boy was too strong for her. Driven by his powerful adolescent lust, he held her in a firm embrace and explored her mouth with his tongue. Grace felt herself melting against him, dizzied by a rush of lust so strong that she could barely keep her balance.
My God, she thought, what am I doing?
But though she felt confused in her mind, her body had no doubts about what it was doing. Her big boobs were swelling up taut and full with arousal, and her saucy little muff seemed to wriggle of its own accord against Tony's fly. Her starved cunt began to leak a steady stream of hot sticky juice that trickled down her inner thighs.
Grace knew that she was getting dangerously out of control. In another moment or so, she'd be begging the boy to fuck her. She'd been without sex far too long, and she was used to Norman's expert love-making on a regular basis. If she didn't send Tony away right now, she'd do something she'd always regret.
"Tony, NO!" she gasped, wrenching her mouth away from his.
Tony still held her firmly against him. "Aw, come on, baby," he panted, "help me out. I want you really bad. And you must want it, too-all that time without a man. Let's do each other a favor."
Grace hesitated. In so many ways the boy was right. He was violently horny, but as a teenager he didn't often get a chance to do anything about it. She was a lonely widow who ached for a man's touch. It really made sense that they should help each other out. And yet, the age difference! It seemed almost obscene for a forty-year-old woman to ball a seventeen-year-old boy.
But while Grace was hesitating, Tony was taking matters into his own hands. He led the dizzy confused woman over to the couch and pulled her down to lie beside him. He began kissing her again, long deep wet tongue-kisses, and his eager young hands explored her sleek silky body, fondling her boobs and ass and bush.
"Oh, God," Grace moaned.
She loved having him kiss and fondle her like that. Her body was starved for it. She knew it was terribly wrong to be making love with so young a boy, and yet she couldn't bear to have him stop. Her pussy-cream was coming out in a hot flood now, soaking her slit and inner thighs. She felt that if she didn't get laid, she'd die of frustration. Yet her conscience told her it was all very wicked and wrong.
"Tony, please stop before we go too far," she sobbed. "This isn't right, and you know it. I'm way too old for you."
"Bullshit," Tony said, still eagerly caressing her lovely naked body. "Age doesn't matter. You're gorgeous, and I want you. I think you want me, too, don't you?"
Grace couldn't reply-it would have been too mortifying to tell the truth, to tell him how urgently she wanted his cock inside her. She hadn't felt so violently horny since her courting days with Norman. They hadn't believed in sex before marriage, but they'd necked till they were both moaning with frustration. She felt that way now, aching for something that was morally wrong.
"I know you want me," Tony went on, "and I can prove it."
He slipped a hand into her crotch. Grace's face flamed with embarrassment, because she knew what he was going to find. As his hand cupped and fondled her steamy-hot slit, he felt her gushing cunt-juice, the unmistakable sign of her lust. He felt the searing-hot swollen flesh of her pussy, and he chuckled.
"Yeah, you want me, all right," he said.
"Noooo," Grace whimpered.
It was a feeble lie, and Tony paid no attention to it. He searched around in her hot wet gash till he found the small swollen button of her clit. He pressed a fingertip against the moist little lump and began to rub. Grace gasped as she experienced sudden dizzying pleasure. Her cunt juice spurted out hot and thick to soak his hand.
"Yeah, baby, dig it," Tony said eagerly.
Grace felt stunned, not only by pleasure but by the boy's skill. This street-wise teenager was as good a lover as her husband had been, perhaps better. She'd always enjoyed balling Norman, but he'd never been much for foreplay. He'd never frigged her clit like this, for instance. Grace found the sensation delicious, irresistible.
So in spite of the shrill demands of her conscience, she just lay there trembling with pleasure while Tony rubbed his fingertip steadily back and forth over the highly sensitive lump of her clit. It had been so long since her sexual needs were satisfied that Grace just couldn't bear to end the fun, not just now at least.
"Ooooooo!" she squealed.
Tony grinned at her triumphantly, knowing he was getting her horny to the point of no return. But Grace didn't see his knowing leer. Her thick natural eyelashes fluttered, and her big brown eyes were glazed with pleasure. She was literally blind with sensual enjoyment as Tony steadily and expertly frigged her greedy little joy button.
Then he seized her soaked hot clit between his fingers and began to knead it. Grace moaned hoarsely and arched her pussy toward him to get even more delicious friction from his stroking fingers. It was shameless and wanton of her to show her excitement that way, but she just couldn't help it. Her bottled-up lust was exploding out of her, violent and uncontrollable.
"Want me to bring you off, baby?" Tony said eagerly.
"Yes," Grace gasped, "oh, yesss."
Her teeth flashed in a lusty grimace as Tony began to knead her clit fast and hard. She wanted urgently to come, of course, but she had another motive in mind. Once she'd climaxed, she'd lose her insane lust and get control of herself. She'd be strong enough not to go all the way with this boy. It was quite out of the question, of course, for her to ball a kid young enough to be her son.
"Yes, yes, YES," Grace panted, "just a little more!"
But just as she was on the delicious verge of orgasm, Tony let go of her clit. She gawked at him in surprise and disappointment. He grinned, and she realized that he'd planned all along to leave her high and dry. She could have screamed. Her blazing-hot cream-flooded cunt ached for relief.
"Yeah, I know you wanta get off," Tony said, "but you're gonna have to do it my way. I wanta get my rocks off, too, you know."
He sat up and pulled off his t-shirt. Grace stared dizzily at his lean hard hairless chest. He kicked off his sneakers and then reached for the fly of his jeans. Grace reddened but didn't look away. She was overcome with curiosity. She'd always wondered how other men's cocks compared with Norman's, and after twenty years of waiting, she was finally going to know.
Tony skinned quickly out of his jeans. He wasn't wearing shorts. Grace gawked at his small wiry brown bush, his perfectly round rosy-red balls, and the stiff pale line of his cock. Tony's handsome young prick was about six inches long and quite thick, capped with a large knobby purple head. The thin slit mouth of his cock-head was oozing little pearls of juice.
"Touch it," Tony said huskily. "Go on, it won't bite."
Grace reddened. Norman had always wanted to get right to fucking when they made love, and he'd been impatient when she wanted to touch and explore his cock. Secretly she'd always wanted to take her time and play with his dick, but she'd never had the chance. She didn't even know how to proceed.
Impatiently Tony seized her hand and placed it palm-down against his stiff-standing rod. Grace moaned softly as she felt the satiny flesh, pulled taut over the hard throbbing inner core. Tony moved her hand up and down his rigid stalk, and she found that she enjoyed petting the sleek warm skin. When he let go of her hand, she didn't pull away.
"That's it," Tony panted, "play with it. Pet it.
Touch me everywhere."
Grace timidly ran her hand up and down the smooth hot shaft of his cock. The pale prick pointed at the ceiling, slowly oozing juice, and it quivered and twitched a little as she petted it. She moved her hand to the fat purple head of his prick, and it gushed a spurt of hot juice into her palm. Tony was flushed and breathing hard, clearly excited by having her play with his cock.
"Touch my nuts, too," he sighed.
Bashfully Grace ran her hand down the rock-hard stalk of his cock, through his wiry little bush, and onto the hot swollen bags of his balls. The rosy sacs were practically hairless, smooth and pleasant to touch. She petted and massaged them all over, while Tony sighed with pleasure.
"That's good, baby," he moaned. "You play with it a little, and then I'll give it to you."
His words reminded Grace that decision time was coming up. She could still order him out of her house. They'd gone a little too far, but she still wasn't guilty of fucking a teenage boy. She could still satisfy her conscience and save her reputation.
She slid her hand back onto the creamy-pale flesh of his cock. The solid pole throbbed under her touch and oozed more thick juice. She thought of taking that fat stiff rod into her achingly-lusty cunt, and her twat gushed another heavy load of cream. She needed to be balled so badly. Why should she be denied sex just because she didn't have a man of her own?
"That's enough!" Tony panted. "Don't wanta come yet. I wanta come in your box, baby."
He rolled Grace onto her back and pulled her long legs open, exposing the wet scarlet flesh of her gash and its dainty fringe of brown curls. As he knelt between her thighs and gingerly bent his stiff cock downward, aiming at the shadowy little mouth of her cunt, Grace knew that his was her last possible chance to say no.
She just lay there.
"Oh, baby," Tony moaned.
Then he was lying on her, his lean chest flattening her big heaving tits, his hands cupping the firm little globes of her ass. He moaned steadily as he pushed the hard swollen head of his cock into the cream-soaked pit of her cunt-mouth. He grunted and pushed, and slowly, deliciously, his thick cock-meat filled her cunt.
"OHHHHHH!" Grace wailed.
She threw her arms around him and thrust her starved pussy upward, taking his cock-head clear to her womb. She didn't care about her conscience or her reputation now. She simply had to get laid or she'd die of frustration. Tony's thick steel-hard young cock felt fantastically good in her starved little twat. Her cunt-cream boiled and gushed around it.
"You really want it bad, don't you, baby?" Tony said with a triumphant grin.
"Yes," Grace whined, "oh, God, YES! Do it to me, Tony. FUCK ME! Oh, God, please fuck me."
Tony chuckled, then began to move in her. He balled her in quick hard deep lunges, not bothering to be gentle. Grace didn't mind in the least. She needed that kind of rough steady fucking to make up for the long months without a man. She clung hard to Tony, digging her nails into his shoulders and whining with pleasure.
"Yes, yes," she cried, "do it to me HARD! Oh, my God, that's so good. OHHHHHH!"
After so many months of longing and yearning, it didn't take her long to come. She was writhing and moaning in a violent climax in less than a minute. Tony managed to hold out till her convulsions ended, but then he yelped and filled her gripping box with scalding come, He jerked his cock in her till it went limp and slipped out of her flooded cunt.
"Do it to me again," Grace whimpered. "I need it so much, Tony. Please fuck me again."
"Sure," he chuckled, "if you'll get it hard."
Grace reached down and curled her fingers around his limp wet prick. She began to pump it. She'd do her worrying later.
CHAPTER TWO
"Wow, Mrs. Walker, I sure would like to get it on again, but I just can't," Tony sighed. He rolled off Grace, his cock limp and wet and tiny, then started putting on his clothes. "I oughta get home anyway," he went on. "My folks will be wondering where I am."
"Of course, Tony," Grace said.
She didn't blame the boy for being exhausted. They'd been making love for nearly two hours. Dazedly Grace saw him to the door, and then she went to lie down, feeling pretty exhausted herself. Now that Tony was gone and her mind was off sex, she could begin to think about what had happened.
"Oh, my God," she moaned, "what have I done?"
Her cunt felt deliciously satisfied for the first time in months, but her conscience was another story entirely. She'd seduced a boy young enough to be her son, and she felt miserable and ashamed. True, Tony had come on to her pretty strongly, but that was no excuse. It was wicked of her to have made love with a teenage boy.
Grace found it hard to fall asleep that night, and the next day she could hardly bear to look at herself in the mirror. She felt so mortified when she remembered her lovemaking with Tony and how she'd kept begging him to fuck her again. She'd behaved like a wanton slut. And what if her friends and neighbors ever found out? That was just too awful to think of.
One thing was for sure-she'd never do such a terrible thing again. Or so she told herself.
That evening Grace was watching television, trying to take her mind off her guilt, when the doorbell rang. She went to answer it, and there was Tony standing on her front porch, a big eager grin on his face. He looked just as maddeningly attractive as before-but this time Grace's attitude was different.
"Hi, there," Tony said. "I'm back."
"I can see that," Grace replied coldly, "but you're not coming in."
"What?" Tony squawked. "Whaddya mean? Don't you wanta get it on again?"
"Tony, for heaven's sake, not so loud," Grace said nervously. "I don't want the neighbors to hear. And, no, I don't want to get it on again. That was a terrible thing we did yesterday, and I won't do it again. Now, you'd better run along."
For a moment Tony just gawked at her as if he couldn't believe his ears. Grace blushed, knowing what he was thinking. He had to be remembering their passionate love-making of yesterday afternoon, when she'd clung to him, wailing her delight, and begged him to ball her again and again. She couldn't blame him for feeling confused and bewildered about her refusal to get it on again.
Suddenly, though, Tony scowled and pushed past her into the house. He slammed the door behind them. "Now look," he said angrily, "I don't get this at all. You loved balling me yesterday, so what's the big deal about doing it again? What's wrong with you, anyhow?"
Grace took a deep breath and tried to explain. "Tony," she said, "it's very wrong for us to make love. I'm old enough to be your mother. I'm sure your parents would be horrified if they knew about it. And I just couldn't live with my conscience if we went on doing it."
"Oh, Christ, what a load of crap," Tony spat.
"I told you already, age doesn't matter. If you and I wanta get it on, that's nobody's business but ours. And nobody ever has to find out, either. Come off it, Grace. You just don't make any sense."
"Well, it may not make sense to you, Tony," Grace sighed, "but it does to me. I feel just, miserable thinking about what we did, and I'm not going to do anything else to make myself feel guilty. I won't go to bed with you again, and that's that. Now I'd like you to leave."
"Oh, man," Tony fumed, "you really are something else. I don't know why you wanta spoil a great thing, lady, but I'm not buying it. I'm horny, and I want you-NOW!"
He started toward her, and Grace backed away. She was really frightened now. She hadn't expected Tony to rebel against her adult authority, and she didn't know what to do. They boy was bigger and stronger than she was, and she wouldn't be able to fight him off. And of course calling for help was out of the question-she was just as guilty as he was.
"Tony, please be reasonable," she said. "I don't want to make love. Can't you give my feelings some consideration?"
He had her practically backed into a corner. "Yeah, I'm gonna consider your feelings," he said. "I know you want me, Grace, so I'm gonna help you out. You wanted me bad yesterday, and I know you can't change that fact."
Grace reddened. It was true, she wanted him as badly as ever. Guilt hadn't been the only thing torturing her all day. She'd been unable to forget how fantastically good it had felt to have a man's stiff cock in her hungry little cunt again, and she'd ached to feel it one more time. But she knew that after the sex would come the crushing guilt.
"No, I don't want you," she lied. "Please, get out of my house."
"Not till I fuck you," Tony snarled. "If you think you can use me once and then throw me away, you're crazy."
He had Grace trapped in a corner of the living room, and now he seized her and pulled her roughly into his arms, kissing her savagely. Her screams of alarm were stifled by his bruising lips. He crushed her against the wall, working his tongue deep in her mouth, and she couldn't break loose. The boy was simply too strong for her.
And like yesterday, Grace felt torn. She knew it was terribly wrong to want so young a boy, but her body already felt hotly aroused just from his kisses. Her pussy was starting to swell with need, growing hot and moist and aching. It would be so nice if she could just forget the world and its morality, if she could just sink to the floor and let Tony fuck her.
He finally broke the long savage kiss and growled, "Now don't give me any more of the bullshit, okay? We're gonna ball, and we're gonna do it now. Show me the way to your bedroom."
"Absolutely not," Grace cried. "I want you to leave at once, Tony. I am NOT going to bed with you!"
"Oh, shit," Tony sighed.
Suddenly, with surprising strength, he lifted Grace up and threw her over his shoulder. While she kicked and sobbed in vain, he carried her down the hall, opening doors till he found the master bedroom. He carried Grace over to the king-size bed and dropped her down on it. While she gasped for breath, he started to strip off his clothes.
"T-Tony," she stammered, "you can't do this. This is rape!"
"I don't care what you call it," he snapped. "I'm gonna get my rocks off. You can cry all you want, baby, but I'm still gonna ball you."
Grace watched dazedly as the boy hurriedly removed his clothing. She couldn't help admiring his sleek muscular young body, and she couldn't stop staring at his cock. It looked as desirable as yesterday, six stiff inches of pure pale flesh capped with a big swollen purple head. His handsome rosy balls were full and taut.
Yes, she wanted him, but she couldn't blot out her feelings of guilt. It seemed especially wrong to make love to Tony here, in the bed she'd shared with Norman for twenty years. Up to yesterday, Norman had been the only man she'd ever fucked, the only man ever to enjoy her naked body. It seemed wrong to defile that memory by making it with a teenage boy.
"You better get your clothes off, Grace," Tony said menacingly, "or I'll tear them off."
"No," Grace sobbed, "no, I won't do it."
"Shit, you sure don't make things easy," Tony growled.
He snatched her slippers off before she could stop him, and then he was fumbling with the zipper of her floor-length lounging dress. Grace screamed and tried to push his hands away, but the violently horny boy wasn't about to be stopped. As he tugged down the zipper, his fiercely hard cock was weeping big globs of juice.
"Nooooo!" Grace whined.
Tony got the long zipper down and then roughly pulled off her dress, leaving her in just her white lace bikini bra and panties. His eyes glowed hotly as he ogled her superb figure. Grace blushed and tried to crawl away from him, but he caught her by the ankles and pulled her back. Rolling her roughly onto her belly, he unhooked her bra and tugged down the shoulder straps.
"Tony, stop!" Grace cried.
He didn't answer. He rolled her over again and snatched away her bra. He gawked hungrily at her big round quivering boobs and rosy little nipples. Grace sobbed and tried to cover her naked tits with her hands, but Tony pulled her hands away. He leaped up to straddle her, sitting on her belly, his stiff oozing cock tantalizingly close.
"Jesus, you've got great knockers," he sighed. "It's a shame to waste them, baby."
Grace felt too mortified to reply. She blushed and wept softly as Tony began to play with her tits. He cupped and squeezed the hot silky flesh, running his hands all over her tender jugs, teasing her little rosy-brown nipples with his thumbs. To Grace's mortification, her sensitive nipples quickly rose into stiffness.
"Anybody ever suck your tits before?" Tony asked eagerly.
"N-No." Grace wept.
"I bet you'll dig it," he grinned.
He swooped low over her chest and sucked her left nipple into his mouth. Grace gasped. Norman had never bothered to play with her breasts, other than a few quick caresses, and she hadn't realized how sensitive they were. It felt delicious to have her tender little nipple sucked into the heat and wetness of Tony's mouth.
But of course she didn't let him know that. She was still trying to convince him that she didn't want to make love. As urgently as she needed a man, she still felt it was wrong to fuck such a young boy. So she stifled her cries of excitement as Tony sucked fast and loud on her little rosy nipple. She fought for self-control.
Her nipple became supersensitive and throbbing in Tony's hotly sucking mouth. She felt as if the pleasure rippled right down her body to her already swollen and steamy gash. And right there in front of her was the boy's stiff and ready prick, pale and handsome, tempting her just to forget everything and satisfy her urgent lust to be fucked.
"Oh, God," Grace moaned.
Tony released her left nipple and sucked in the other one. He really seemed to get off on sucking her tits, and he made a loud obscene slurping noise as he did it. Again Grace felt hot pleasure rippling down her body to inflame her eager little slit. Hot juice leaked from her famished cunt, and she tried to control the horny writhing of her hips.
Tony spat out her stiff wet nipple, scooted down her body, and seized the waistband of her panties. Grace shrieked and tried to hold the little garment in place, but Tony tugged the lacy panties out of her grasp and whipped them down around her knees. He gawked hungrily at her pretty little bush, a perfect triangle of glossy brown curls.
Then he tugged her panties off the rest of the way and threw himself on top of her.
"Tony, NO!" Grace screamed.
Using all her strength, she tried to push him off. They wrestled around on the bed, making the springs creak and groan, and at last she managed to get her legs tightly crossed. There was no way he could fuck her like that. Panting and furious, Tony rolled off and glared at her.
"You want me, dammit," he said. "Why are you making it so damned hard?"
"I told you," Grace said wearily, "I think it's wrong for us to be lovers."
"Oh, Jesus," Tony moaned. "All right, I'll just have to do it the hard way."
He forced his hand between her tender silky thighs and cupped her steamy wet pussy. Grace's face flamed. He'd know what a liar she was now-even at seventeen Tony knew what it meant when a woman's slit was soaking wet and steamy-hot. She closed her eyes, unable to meet his knowing look. She gritted her teeth as she felt him starting to caress her eager sensitive gash.
"No use fighting it," he said, his voice more gentle now. "I'm gonna make you want it. It's just a matter of time. I'm gonna get you so hot, you'll be begging for it."
That wasn't just boasting. There was an excellent chance that he really could get her horny beyond control. Grace tried desperately to blot out the delicious sensations she felt as Tony slowly caressed her naked slit. He tickled and teased and massaged the fat little lump of her clit, the plump slick lips of her pussy, and the wet little mouth of her cunt.
"Noooo, please," Grace whimpered. "Bullshit, you love it," Tony panted. Why did he always have to be right? He seemed to know more about sex than most grown men. Of course a boy as attractive as Tony must have had plenty of girls, and he was putting his experience to excellent use right now. It felt fantastically good to have her pussy frigged by his busy fingers.
Now he concentrated on the highly receptive lump of her clit, rimming it swiftly, making her whole pussy melt and glow with pleasure. Helplessly Grace let her thighs part a little and arched her belly upward to get more delicious friction from his rimming finger. Her cunt was leaking a steady stream of molten juice.
"Yeah, you dig that, I can tell," Tony chuckled.
Grace felt too good to protest. She knew she was succumbing to him again, that she ought to call a halt right now, but she needed his stroking finger too much. Night after night, for the past six months, she'd ached to have a man caressing her body, and she simply couldn't bear to make him stop now.
"I know what else you like," Tony said, gleefully.
He took her slick little joy button between his fingers and started to knead it.
"Ooooooo," Grace squealed.
She could have kicked herself for that blissful little cry. It had just popped out without warning when he began to knead her clit. The brisk massage felt so damned good. The hot flow of her cunt-cream increased, and it was all she could do to lie still and keep quiet. Damn the kid anyhow, he knew just how to turn her on, and she was losing her self-control rapidly.
He must have known that, because he did everything he could to increase her already dizzying pleasure. Still kneading her soaked little love-bud between his fingers, he slid his other hand into her steamy pussy and searched out the small wet mouth of her cunt. Grace felt a stunning jolt of pleasure as he eased his stiff middle finger right up her juice-filled twat.
"Ohhhh, GOD!" she gasped.
With both her clit and her cunt being deliciously frigged, she simply couldn't hide her pleasure any longer. Her hot cunt-cream boiled around Tony's probing finger, and she moaned hoarsely, steadily. He kneaded her clit fast and hard, and he jerked his finger up and down in her cunt like a tiny stiff cock. Grace couldn't help loving it.
"Oh, yes, YES," she whimpered, "make me come."
Tony chuckled triumphantly. He had the beautiful older woman right where he wanted her, naked and panting and dying for his touch. He frigged her clit even faster, and all the while he finger-fucked her boiling-hot cunt. Grace bared her teeth in a lusty grimace and began to arch her body upward as she approached a desperately-needed orgasm.
And then Tony took his hands away.
"Oh, God, nooo," Grace whined.
Of course she should have expected it. He'd done the same thing to her yesterday, bringing her to the very edge of climax and then cutting her off. And if his aim was to leave her writhing with frustration, aching for his cock, then he'd certainly succeeded. Grace looked at him pleadingly, but he just grinned.
"Damn you," she moaned.
"Now, now," Tony chuckled, "don't worry, You're gonna feel all better in just a second."
He started pushing her legs open, his rigid cock pointing straight up and leaking big bubbles of juice. Though she wanted him urgently, Grace was annoyed at his arrogance. He seemed to think he could make her do anything and that her moral standards meant nothing. She decided she couldn't let him get away with that.
"NO!" she shouted.
Tony was taken off guard, and Grace was able to scramble away from him and leap off the bed. She ran down the hall without really knowing where she was going. Certainly she couldn't run out of the house naked. The idea was to get away from Tony, but where could she hide? She heard him running after her now.
Perhaps she could get to the bathroom and lock herself in. She started to turn, but it was too late. Tony caught up with her and grabbed her from behind. Grace screamed and struggled, but she couldn't break his grip around her waist. He started pushing her across the living room, toward the couch.
"Damn you," Tony snarled, "I'm not waiting any longer."
He pushed her forward, and Grace stumbled and landed with her hands braced on the arm of the couch, her pert round ass sticking up in the air. Again Tony seized her from behind, and this time she felt his hot hard cock ramming between her thighs and butting hard against the tender flesh of her pussy. He jerked his prick violently, trying to find her cunt.
"Oh, noooo!" Grace wailed.
"Shut up, dammit," Tony panted. "And hold still. You know you want to fuck me."
It was true-she'd never wanted anything more in her life than to feel his thick young cock inside her again. But she still had her principles and her pride. Though her famished twat was leaking hot juice clear down her thighs, she went on struggling, trying to wriggle out of Tony's embrace. It was no use. He gave another violent thrust of his steel-hard dick, and she felt the big knobby cock-head wedging into her small slick cunt-mouth.
"Awwww, Christ, YEAH," Tony whined. "Hold still, baby, let me get it in deep."
Grace shivered with lusty pleasure as she felt his thick rod working its way up her gripping little cunt. She stopped fighting. It just felt too damned good to resist, and she needed it so badly. She held still at last, and Tony grunted and shoved, thrusting his eager prick clear to her womb, deliciously filling her hungry twat.
"AHHHHHHH," Grace moaned.
Tony stood still a moment, savoring the feeling of having his swollen meat sheathed in her hot juicy box. "I knew you wanted it," he panted. "You like it now, don't you?"
"Yessss," Grace whined.
"You want me to fuck you good and hard?" he said.
"Yes," she gasped, "oh, God, yes."
"Then tell me," Tony said cruelly. "Beg me for it like you did last time. I wanta hear it."
Grace moaned in horny frustration. She felt that if he didn't start moving his cock in her, she'd die, and yet she didn't want to humiliate herself by begging for it. Tony gave a couple of quick hard jerks with his cock, reminding her how great it felt to be fucked, and then he went still again. Grace simply couldn't stand it.
"All right, damn you," she sobbed, "FUCK ME! Please fuck me, Tony. I want it. Oh, God, I want it."
"That's better," the boy said.
Holding her tightly around the waist, he began to ball her roughly, slamming his rigid cock deep and hard and fast in her snug little hole. His swollen balls spanked her naked ass with each hard lunge, and his belly smacked loudly against her butt. But, like last time, Grace didn't mind his roughness. It was just what she needed.
"Oh, yes, yes," she whimpered, "that's so good, Tony. Please, keep doing it. Ohhhhh, OHHHHHH."
"You're not gonna give me any more crap about ages?" he said.
"N-Noooo," Grace moaned. "Just don't stop."
The eager teenager fucked her like a pile driver, making her body shake with each powerful lunge of his thick meat. Grace howled with bliss and clawed the arm of the couch. Her steamy pussy- juice boiled out to soak his slapping balls and run down her legs. She groaned hoarsely as she felt herself exploding in climax.
"Ahhhh, God, YES!" she shrieked, "you're making me come. OHHHHH!"
Tony felt her powerful cunt muscles tightening around his swollen dick, gripping and squeezing deliciously, but he gritted his teeth and managed not to come. He wanted this proud beautiful older woman to remember this as the best fuck of her life. He wanted to make sure she came back for more. He went on balling her as hard and fast as he could.
"You wanta come again, baby?" he growled. "Oh, yes, Tony, please," Grace whined. She didn't see his triumphant leer. She didn't realize that she was enslaving herself to a mere boy.
CHAPTER THREE
The next day Grace found herself wishing that she'd shown more will power with Tony. Her few minutes' pleasure had been followed by hours of guilt. Once again she vowed to stay away from the boy and not even to let him into her house.
To take her mind off Tony, she decided to tackle some long overdue yard work. The lawn needed mowing, the shrubs needed to be pruned, and the back fence needed repair. Grace couldn't do it all by herself, so she phoned a temporary manpower agency and asked them to send someone over to help. Then she put on some old jeans and a t-shirt and got to work.
It was a beautiful day, and the hard work in the yard was some help in taking her mind off her terrible guilt over Tony. But one thing Grace couldn't ignore was the nagging need in her pussy. It seemed as if that would never go away. She sighed in frustration. She would NOT see Tony again, but somehow, somewhere, she was going to have to find a man.
"Hello there, are you Mrs. Walker?"
Grace started at the sound of a male voice. She looked up from her pruning and saw a handsome blond kid, perhaps eighteen, grinning at her over the fence. Dressed in jeans and sneakers and t-shirt, he was broad-shouldered and deeply tanned. Grace hadn't seen him around the neighborhood before and had no idea who he was.
"Yes, I'm Mrs. Walker," she said. "What can I do for you?"
"The Manpower Agency sent me to help you with some yard work," the boy said. "My name's Mark."
Oh, hell, Grace thought.
She'd expected a much older man. In fact she'd hoped the agency would send someone old and unattractive, someone she couldn't possibly be attracted to. She was already having enough trouble keeping her mind off sex. It certainly wasn't going to be easy with a stunningly attractive kid like Mark working right beside her.
"I really had expected someone older," she said, "someone with more experience."
"I've got plenty of experience, Mrs. Walker," Mark said anxiously. "Please don't send me back to the agency. I really need the money. I'm saving for college."
Grace's heart softened. Mark wasn't responsible for her problems, after all, and he'd reported for work in good faith. She'd just have to try to ignore him as they worked-if it was possible to ignore a devilishly handsome young man with such a fine body.
"Well, all right, Mark," she sighed. "The lawn mower is right over there. You can start with that, and then I'll find some other chores."
"Right on," he grinned.
Then he vaulted the fence in an easy graceful motion. Grace sighed again. There seemed to be some conspiracy to expose her to sexy young kids. As Mark began to mow the lawn, she turned her back to him and grimly got on with pruning the shrubs. She told herself firmly that she wouldn't think about sex, that she'd totally ignore the handsome kid.
That proved to be impossible. Mark kept passing back and forth in front of her as he mowed the lawn, and as the day got hotter, he took off his shirt. Grace couldn't help noticing his broad firm chest, deeply tanned and lightly thatched with golden hairs. She couldn't help seeing his bulging biceps and firm ass and trim hips.
Nor could she help wondering what the boy looked like naked, how big his cock was, and what he'd be like in bed. She'd succeeded in getting Tony out of her mind, all right, but now she had a brand-new obsession. She felt her hungry pussy getting moist and hot and swollen as she imagined making it with Mark.
Dammit, she told herself, stop this nonsense right now! He's just a kid.
After a couple of hours the sun was getting almost unbearably hot, and both Grace and Mark were dripping with sweat. Grace was near the end of her endurance, and she could see that the boy was slowing down, too. He didn't say anything about it, though, and she knew it was up to her to call a halt. She stood up and wiped her forehead.
"Mark," she said, "it's really too hot to do any more work today. Why don't we sit in the shade and have something cold to drink?"
Mark stopped the lawnmower and heaved a big sigh of relief. "Hey, that sounds great, Mrs. Walker," he said. "To tell the truth, I've just about had it."
"I suspected as much," Grace grinned. "What would you like to drink? I have pop, lemonade, and beer."
"A beer would be terrific," Mark said. "And don't worry-I'm old enough. I just turned eighteen."
Just as she'd suspected-he was still a teenager and, like Tony, young enough to be her son. Grace sighed deeply as she went into the house and got two cans of beer from the refrigerator. Why couldn't she meet a sexy man her own age? Or did she have some kind of sick fixation on teenage boys? It was really starting to worry her.
When she came outside again Mark was already lounging under a big tree, enjoying the cooling shade. Grace sat down beside him, and for a moment they just sipped the cold beer and sighed with relief. Grace felt the beer getting to her quickly, as it always did on hot days. Soon she felt relaxed, almost mischievous.
"So you're saving money for college," she said to Mark. "I don't imagine you have much time for fun, then"
"Aw, I date a couple of girls," he said," but it's nothing special. Neither of them are as good-looking as you, Mrs. Walker."
He stared at her earnestly, his eyes darting down to the firm thrust of her big breasts under the tight t-shirt. He took in her tiny waist and good long legs. Grace reddened. She wished now that she hadn't worn such tight clothes. The boy was obviously turned on by her figure.
"Why, Mark," she laughed, "what a strange thing to say. I'm old enough to be your mother."
"It doesn't matter how old you are," he sighed. "You're just about the most beautiful woman I ever met. But I suppose you're married."
"I'm a widow as it happens," Grace replied, "not that it makes any difference. Nothing could possibly happen between us, Mark."
She'd hardly gotten the words out before she knew that something could happen, that she wanted it to happen. The beer was having a very strange effect on her. She suddenly didn't give a damn about the age difference. She only knew that this sexy kid was attracted to her and that she could have him for the asking.
"I wish something could happen between us, Mrs. Walker," he said hoarsely.
"Well," Grace said, "you can kiss me if you want."
She didn't know what insanity prompted her to say it. But it was out-and Mark took instant advantage of it. She'd hardly finished speaking before he was sweeping her into his arms and drawing her down to lie beside him on the soft grass. His mouth came down hard on hers, and he lay half on top of her, pinning her in place.
As Mark kissed her, Grace's body boiled with lust. She thought how easy it would be to ball the kid. What with the fence and thick shrubbery, her back yard was perfectly private and no neighbors could see in. She could just lie there and let Mark do whatever he wanted with her-if only her conscience would permit it.
He worked his tongue eagerly in her mouth, and his big firm hands fumbled over her body, touching her thighs and waist and finally the big firm globes of her tits. Grace knew she ought to stop him, but it was so exciting to be held and kissed and fondled again that she couldn't bear to stop it. She told herself that she wouldn't go all the way with him. She'd just enjoy him for a few moments.
"Oh, wow," Mark sighed as he came up for air, "you've got such a fantastic body, Mrs. Walker. You really turn me on!"
"Just one more kiss," the boy pleaded. His blue eyes were hot and horny.
Grace melted. One more kiss wouldn't hurt, and he seemed to want it so badly. "Well, all right," she said.
Mark pressed down on her again, his broad chest against her heaving breasts, and kissed her slowly, lingeringly. Grace felt his tongue sliding deep into her mouth again, and her hot little cunt spewed a big rush of juice. She knew she was getting dangerously lusty and that she should send the boy on his way before things got totally out of hand. But surely one more kiss wouldn't hurt.
"Ummmm," Grace murmured.
Mark's hand crept under her t-shirt and cupped one breast. Through the filmy material of her bra the boy could feel the hot throbbing of her big firm tit. He squeezed hungrily, and Grace, knowing things had gone too far, tried to wriggle out from under him. But Mark kept her firmly pinned on the grass, his mouth working eagerly on hers, his hand molding her big hot tit.
Grace wrenched her face away and gasped, "Mark, that's enough. We mustn't go too far."
"Why not?" he panted. "Why not, if that's what we both want? No one can see us here."
It was pretty much the same argument that Tony had used, and it was very persuasive. If they both wanted each other, why shouldn't they have each other? Wasn't it really nobody's business but their own? But Grace remembered how she'd bought the argument with Tony and how she'd felt so guilty and ashamed afterwards. No, it simply wasn't right to get it on with a boy so young.
"Mark, this is all wrong," she said desperately. "You'd really better go."
Far from obeying, Mark slipped his other hand under her t-shirt. Cupping both her big round tits, he said hoarsely, "What's wrong with it, Mrs. Walker? Just because you're older than I am, that's no reason we can't want each other."
No shit, Grace thought wearily. She knew it all too well. Just because there was more than twenty years' age difference between them was no reason she couldn't want to ball him. Her conscience might say no, but her pussy was scorching with need. How could she explain to the boy that society wouldn't approve of what they were doing?
"Mark, just think how your parents would feel if they knew about this," Grace pleaded.
"They don't ever have to know," Mark said. "Please, just let me hold you a little longer. Let me look at your tits."
"MARK," Grace gasped.
But the horny teenage wasn't taking no for an answer. He pushed her t-shirt up over the tightly-packed cones of her bra and gawked at her deep ripe cleavage. The he slipped one hand under her and fumbled with the hook of her bra. Grace squeaked in alarm and tried to wriggle away, but his superior weight held her in place.
"Mark, you've really got to stop," Grace cried.
His eyes were glazed, and he didn't seem to hear her as he worked frantically on the hook of her bra. He finally got it open, and he pushed the bra up out of the way, exposing her gorgeous naked tits. He licked his lips as he studied the huge milky-white globes and dainty little rose-brown nipples. Grace curse herself for leading him on with that first kiss.
"You've got fantastic jugs," Mark sighed. "Oh, man, they're beautiful."
"Oh, Mark," Grace moaned, "please listen to me. This is wrong, I tell you. You must stop."
Mark wasn't buying it. He pressed his flushed face against her big heaving boobs and began to kiss the silky flesh. Grace felt a dizzying wave of lust, and for a moment she just didn't have the will to struggle. She felt his wet tongue flicking out to tickle her sensitive nipples, and her greedy little twat gushed more hot sticky juice.
"Oh, God," she whimpered.
It was all her fault, too, She'd flirted with the boy, let him kiss her, and naturally he imagined that she was a lonely horny widow looking for some action. That wasn't far from wrong, either. It was just that she was determined not to get involved with another teenage boy.
"Mark, nooo," Grace whined.
He just went on licking her pretty little nipples, his hot wet tongue darting from one to the other. It felt delightful, and Grace shivered with horny pleasure. Then Mark fastened his lips around her left nipple and sucked the little rosy bud into his mouth. He began to suck fast and loudly on it, making a wet slurping noise.
"Oh, no, nooo," Grace moaned.
Hot streaks of pleasure ran right down to her boiling slit. It felt so good to have her tender nipple sucked in the heat and wetness of his mouth. Again she lost her will to struggle, and she just lay there enjoying the delicious sensation of having her tit sucked.
In Mark's hotly sucking mouth her tender little nipple soon went stiff. He released it and sucked in the other nipple. Grace said nothing. She just trembled with lusty excitement as she felt her other nipple ripening into stiffness under the wet lashing of his tongue. By now her crotch felt soaked with pussy-cream.
"Oh, Christ," Mark moaned as he released her rigid red nipple from his mouth, "you're making me so excited, Mrs. Walker. I can't keep calling you that. What's your first name?"
"G-Grace," she stammered. "But, Mark, listen. I'm trying to tell you-OHHHH."
Her gasp of surprise came when the boy slipped his hand onto her pussy with amazing speed. Before she could stop him he'd reached down inside her jeans and panties and was cupping the red-hot wet flesh of her gash. He began to feel around, exploring the soft curls of her bush and the supersensitive lump of her clit.
"Oh, my God, Mark," she cried, "this is really going too far. Take your hand away right now."
"Just let me touch you a little," the boy moaned. "Please, Grace, touching won't hurt anything."
He was wrong. Touching could be very dangerous. Grace felt herself getting dizzy with longing as his fingers tickled over her clit and pussy-lips and cunt-mouth. She was so sensitive down there, so receptive, that even Mark's clumsy and inexperienced fingers got her hotly excited. But Grace was losing her will to resist. She still told herself that she wouldn't let him fuck her, but that it wouldn't hurt to play with each other a little while longer. It felt so damned nice, and it had been so long since she'd been with a man. Surely she was entitled to a little pleasure, even though she wasn't married.
"All right, Mark," she said shakily, "you can touch me a little bit more, but that's all."
His stiff middle finger quickly found the moist hot mouth of her cunt. Almost before she'd finished giving her permission, Grace felt the hard presence in her eager little twat. Mark worked his finger quickly to the hilt of her fiery-hot box, exploring the silky wet walls. Grace moaned softly, helplessly. It felt so great to have something stiff in her cunt.
"Jesus, you're hot in there," Mark sighed. "Do you want me, Grace?"
She blushed furiously. She just couldn't admit the shameful truth-that she wanted his cock urgently. "N-No, Mark," she lied. "I just said you could touch a little, that's all. I really think you should be going soon. Your parents will be worried about you."
Mark didn't answer. There was a look of fierce determination on his handsome young face as he began to finger-fuck her. He worked his stiff middle finger swiftly up and down in her juicy clinging box, and Grace had all she could do not to wail with delight. She realized how urgently she needed to be fucked.
"Oh, my God," she whimpered.
Mark wasn't quite as inexperienced as she'd thought. He kept working his rigid finger in her horny little twat, doing his best to turn her on, and now he began using his thumb, too, rubbing it back and forth on the highly sensitive lump of her clit. The combined stimulus was just too much for Grace. She whined with pleasure and gushed a big hot load of cunt juice all over his hand.
"You want me," he said eagerly, "I can feel it."
"Noooo," Grace moaned.
But they both knew she was lying. Even an innocent adolescent like Mark knew what it meant when a woman spewed hot cunt-juice into his hand. He kept working busily on her twat and clit, and Grace bared her teeth in a lusty grimace and arched her pussy up for more red-hot friction. She wanted to come desperately.
"Let me look, too,-" Mark panted.
Still busy frigging her cunt and clit, he used his free hand to unzip her jeans and draw them down to her knees. He quickly did the same thing with her lacy little panties. Grace felt it happening but couldn't find the will-power to stop him. He gawked hungrily at the sweet little glossy brown triangle of her muff.
"Beautiful," he sighed, "even your bush is beautiful, Grace."
She felt embarrassed and ashamed, but she couldn't bear to make him stop teasing and frigging her hungry little twat and clit. His stiff middle finger was still pumping up and down in her juicy little hole, and his thumb rubbed steadily back and forth on her swollen needy love-bud. Grace whined with ecstasy and gushed more hot cunt-cream into his hand.
"Open my pants, Grace," Mark said hoarsely. "Touch my dick."
She knew she shouldn't do it, but she found her hands going right to his fly. As long as he kept frigging her like that, she simply couldn't resist him. She tugged down the zipper of his jeans and pulled his pants down to his knees. He wasn't wearing shorts. She stared lustily at his magnificent seven-inch prick, which was stiff as a board and leaking big bright bubbles of juice.
"Touch it, Grace," Mark panted. "Play with my cock, please."
Dizzily Grace curled her fingers around the boy's cock. It was wonderfully hot and smooth and hard. She started to pump it, running her hand from his crisp golden bush right up to the bulbous purple head of his prick. His leaking cock-juice made her pumping slick and fast. Mark whined with lusty excitement.
"Oh, yeah," he gasped, "that feels great. Yeah, pump my meat."
So in spite of her best intentions, Grace found herself lying on the grass pumping a teenage boy's cock while he worked his fingers on her clit and in her cunt. She'd managed to get Tony out of her mind, all right, but it was out of the frying pan and into the fire. She wanted Mark just as urgently as she'd wanted Tony.
"Oh, Christ!" Mark gasped. "I can't stand it. I just gotta have you."
He was suddenly pulling her jeans and panties all the way off. Grace didn't resist. She had to be fucked, that's all there was to it. She willingly opened her legs for the boy, and Mark was panting with eagerness as he crawled between her thighs and lay down on her. He thrust the big creamy head of his dick into her boiling-hot cunt-mouth.
"Oh, God, YES," Grace moaned, "put your cock in me, darling. Ummmm, yes, that feels so good."
"I'll say," Mark groaned.
The boy quickly worked his achingly stiff cock all the way to her womb, his swollen nut sacs coming to rest against her searing-hot pussy. Grace made a lusty gurgling noise as she took the delicious thrust of his meat. Her famished cunt contracted hard around his thick cock, and her cream flooded out to soak his balls.
Mark was too excited to be slow or gentle. He balled her fast and hard, his belly smacking loudly against hers with each eager thrust. Grace loved it. She moaned hoarsely and clung to the boy, slamming her pussy in time to his strokes. In less than a minute she was wailing in an explosive climax.
Grace had no sooner recovered from her first orgasms than she felt another one building. The furious jabs of Mark's thick young cock felt fantastically good in her long-deprived cunt. In her excitement she instinctively threw her long legs around his heaving sweaty back, wanting to take his meat as deep as possible in her seething twat.
"Aw, Christ," Mark groaned, "I'm gonna come. AWWWWW!"
"OHHHHHH," Grace moaned.
They came together, moaning and writhing, and Grace felt the delicious hot bath of his jism deep in her convulsing box. Then as her spasms died away and her lust was temporarily satisfied, she realized what she'd done. She had wantonly and shamelessly seduced another teenage boy.
"Oh, wow, that was fantastic," Mark sighed as he rolled off her.
Grace had to agree, it had been fantastic. But whether it was morally right was a whole other question.
CHAPTER FOUR
Later that afternoon, just as Grace was stepping out of the shower, the doorbell rang. She threw a big bath towel around herself and ran to answer the door. She opened the door just a crack, so that only her face showed.
"What's the matter?" said the big burly policeman on the doorstep. "You think I'm gonna rob you?"
"Bill," Grace exclaimed delightedly, "for heaven's sake, what a nice surprise. Come on in."
Bill Masters was a long-time friend of hers and Normans. Once in awhile, since she'd been widowed, Bill would stop by to see how she was doing. Grace had always liked the big friendly cop, and she was glad to see him now even if she wasn't dressed for the occasion. She ushered him into the living room.
"Have a seat and make yourself comfortable, Bill," she said. "I'll just go grab a robe."
Bill eyed her good long legs. "I kinda like the outfit you got on now," he grinned, "but if you insist."
"I insist," Grace laughed.
She returned a moment later in a sensible terry cloth bathrobe and brought a couple of beers to the living room. Bill's big fist practically hid his beer can, and he took several long appreciative swallows before he spoke to Grace, who'd sat down beside him on the couch.
"So how you been doing, kid?" he said at last.
Grace blushed. For a moment she'd forgotten about Tony and Mark, but now she remembered that her chief activity lately seemed to have been seducing teenage boys.
"Oh, I've been just fine, Bill," she lied.
"Then why are you blushing?" the big cop said. "You haven't got a boyfriend, have you? Come on, you can tell good old Uncle Bill."
Grace studied his homely weathered face, wondering if he really knew anything about her scandalous secret. Bill was nearly six-feet-five, with a powerful body to match his height, and though he was hardly handsome, she'd always felt comfortable and protected around him. She decided that he hadn't guessed anything, that he was just concerned about her.
"A boyfriend? Me?" Grace laughed. "No, not yet, I'm afraid. After all, Bill, it's only been six months since Norman died."
"Yeah," Bill said, "but if you don't mind me being blunt about it, honey, Norman isn't doing you much good right now. It's time you started dating again, going out, having a good time. It's bad for you to stay cooped up in this house."
Little did he know! Grace blushed again as she thought of the two teenage boys she'd been balling. But she couldn't tell Bill about that worrisome situation-she'd feel too embarrassed and ashamed. She'd just try to keep the conversation light and teasing till he left.
"So you think I should start dating again?" she laughed. "Did you have anybody in mind?"
"I might," he said, "I just might. You start thinking about it. Meantime, though, if everything's really okay with you, I better get back to work."
As Grace walked him to the door, she suddenly remembered that she hadn't asked about his wife. She'd never cared much for the hard-bitten brassy-blonde woman, but it was common courtesy to at least mention her. "Oh, Bill," she said, "I'm sorry-I forgot to ask how Maria is."
He looked solemn. "Maria? Oh, I thought you'd heard. We got divorced a couple months ago. Well, so long, kid. I'll drop in again soon."
He hurried off, not even giving her a chance to say goodbye. Only as he was driving away in his patrol car did it all come together in Grace's mind. Bill was divorced now, and he'd suggested she start dating again. He even had somebody in mind. NOW his visit made sense.
"Oh, dear," Grace muttered.
The big cop had obviously come to ask her out, but his nerve had failed him. In her mind Grace compared him to Tony and Mark. Bill certainly didn't have their youthful attractiveness and sex appeal. He was middle-aged, homely, and losing his hair. Yet somehow she wished he'd gotten the courage to ask her for a date.
Bill Masters had something Tony and Mark lacked-he made her feel at ease and proud of herself.
"Damn," Grace said. "Maybe I should call him."
She didn't have a chance to pursue the thought, because just then the doorbell rang again. Grace hurried over and opened the door. There was Mark standing on the doorstep, grinning broadly.
"Hi there," he said. "I just couldn't stay away."
Grace blushed furiously. "Mark, you were just here a few hours ago," she said. "Don't you think that's enough for one day?"
"Uh-uh," he grinned. "I could never get enough of you, baby."
"Please, the neighbors might hear you," Grace said nervously.
"Then you better let me in," Mark replied, "before I start talking louder."
Reluctantly Grace moved aside and let him into the living room. It was the same old dilemma as with Tony-how to explain to the boy that their affair was wrong and that she didn't want to see him any more. Mark didn't look like he was in the mood for an argument. He ogled her tall shapely body, obviously expecting her to fall into his arms.
Grace took a deep breath and said, "Mark, I regret what we did this afternoon. I think it's very wrong for us to be involved because I'm so much older than you. I'd rather not see you again. In fact I want you to leave right now."
The handsome blond kid gawked at her. "Hey, now, wait a second," he said. "I don't get it. This afternoon you loved it when I balled you. You kept asking for more."
"I know," Grace said miserably. "I know I did those things, Mark, but that doesn't mean it was right. Please, my decision is final, and I want you to leave. Go find a girl your own age."
"Girls my own age are boring," Mark said. "I want you. Jesus, Grace, can't you forget all that bullshit about age?"
Grace sighed deeply. It was starting to sound like a re-play of her argument with Tony. She realized that she could never convince Mark with words. She'd just have to be firm. She walked over to the front door and pulled it open. She looked sternly at Mark.
Mark walked over and slammed the door shut.
"No, I'm not going," he said. "I'm not leaving till we make love. Come on, Grace, you know you want it. You sure as hell wanted it this afternoon, and I know you can't change that fast."
He pulled her roughly into his arms and started kissing her. Grace didn't know what to do. Mark was much stronger than she was, and she wouldn't be able to fight him off. She couldn't scream for help, because he could tell the neighbors that she'd willingly fucked him just a few hours ago. There seemed no way out of the mess she'd gotten herself into.
"Oh, please, Mark, no," she wept.
"I want you," he crooned, "I want you."
He started dragging her toward the couch. Grace wept and struggled, but the husky kid had no trouble pulling her across the room. He started to push her down on the couch, and Grace shrieked and managed to wrench herself from his grasp. Mark grabbed for her, but got only her robe.
"No," Grace cried, "I won't do it."
She pulled one way, Mark the other, and suddenly off came her robe, leaving her totally naked. Grace blushed right down to her toes, but Mark grinned delightedly. He tossed aside the robe and ogled her fantastic body, taking in her huge round quivering tits and the pretty little curl patch of her muff.
"Now that's more like it," he grinned. "We're all set to have some fun now."
Grace tried in vain to cover her tits and pussy. "You haven't been listening," she said desperately. "I keep telling you, Mark, I'm not going to bed with you-not now, not ever again."
"Oh, I think I can change your mind," the boy laughed.
He grabbed for her again, and this time he succeeded in shoving her down on the couch. Grace landed on her back, the breath knocked out of her. Before she could recover, Mark was forcing her long legs wide open, bending them back at the knees to expose her naked pussy. He knelt between her legs, hungrily gawking at her scarlet slit.
"Mark, stop that right now," Grace gasped.
"Uh-uh," he grinned, "I like the view."
Grace felt totally mortified. No man, not even her husband, had ever just sat there staring at her gash. Mark licked his lips as he studied the dainty brown curls of her bush and fringe, the fat red lump of her clit, and the small recessed mouth of her cunt. He held her legs far apart, keeping them open in spite of her struggles.
Then to Grace's astonishment the boy plunged his face right into her pussy.
"MARK," she gasped.
For a moment she couldn't understand what he was doing. She saw his blond hair meeting her little brown muff, felt his hot breath fanning her naked slit. He cupped her little round ass, pulling her up tight against him, and she couldn't close her legs, not with his head between them. It all seemed so wicked and kinky.
Then Grace felt the most delicious sensation of her life. Something warm and wet and soft was massaging her highly receptive clit. She stopped breathing for a moment, unable to believe the stunning pleasure she felt. Then she let out her breath in a hoarse helpless moan. Whatever the boy was doing to her, it felt terrific.
"Ohhhhh," Grace moaned.
Mark briefly raised his head. He was grinning wickedly. "I figured you'd like that," he said. "My last girlfriend taught me to do it. She'd never go all the way, but she sure got off on this."
He plunged his face into her crotch again, and she felt the same heart-pounding pleasure. Looking dizzily down, she saw that Mark was licking her clit His wet red tongue lapped steadily back and forth over the juicy little button. Grace blushed hotly. It didn't seem right for him to do that, and yet it felt so marvelous.
"Oh, my God," she whimpered.
She'd heard about oral sex, but Norman had never used it on her. He was always too much in a hurry to get right down to fucking. And the idea had seemed nasty and wicked to Grace. It still did, and yet she couldn't bear to ask Mark to stop. It felt incredibly good to have his slick hot tongue lapping on her greedy little love-bud.
Torn between her conscience and her urgent lust, Grace just gave up for a moment, lying back and letting the sweet sensations wash over her. She couldn't escape anyhow-Mark was holding her firmly in place-so why not enjoy it? She could do like his girlfriend had done, let him eat her but not go all the way.
"Ummmm," Grace murmured.
Mark's busy tongue seemed to be moving even faster now, applying more pressure to her supersensitive clit. Her whole pussy was starting to swell and glow with horny pleasure, and her little cunt-mouth was beginning to leak warm sticky cream onto Mark's bobbing chin. The faster he licked her clit, the better it felt.
Gradually Grace relaxed. He didn't have to hold her legs open any longer. They fell open of their own accord, dropping far apart, giving him room to work. He didn't seem to mind when her gushing cunt-juice seeped all over his face. He just lapped it up with a greedy gurgling noise and swallowed it. Under his steadily teasing tongue, her small scarlet joy button was getting swollen and throbbing.
"Ooooo," Grace squealed, "OOOOOO."
She knew she wasn't going to make him stop now. She couldn't bear to. She'd never had her pussy eaten before, and she was astonished at how wonderful it felt. She might never again find a man who'd do this to her, and she didn't intend to waste the chance. What she'd do when he tried to ball her was something else, something to worry about later.
Mark had tongued her tiny red clit till it was stiff and swollen, twice its usual size. When it was poking out saucily from her furry cunt-lips, he seized the hot button between his lips and started sucking on it. His sucking was loud and lewd and wet-and it gave Grace such stunning pleasure that she nearly fainted.
"OHHHH!" she wailed.
She shoved her pussy right up in his face, wanting all the great sensations she could get. Mark cupped her writhing little ass even harder, pulling her pussy hard against his mouth. Her clit was all the way into the juicy heat of his mouth, and he was alternately sucking on it and lashing it with the tip of his tongue. Grace went wild with ecstasy.
"Ohhh, God, YES!" she screeched. "Eat meeee!"
Mark responded by sucking even faster and harder on her swollen joy button. He made an obscene slurping noise as he sucked, but even that wicked sound turned her on. It sounded as if the boy was actually hungry for her juice. As fast as her boiling cunt-cream gushed out, he lapped it up and swallowed it.
In her horny frenzy Grace curled her fingers in his thick blond hair and moaned, "Yes, yes, yes, eat my pussy. Oh, darling, it's wonderful. I LOVE IT."
She knew she was making a shameful spectacle of herself, but she simply couldn't resist the hot dizzying pleasure of having her clit sucked. She moaned blissfully, and then she felt the mind-blowing explosion of orgasm, a delicious blast that radiated out from her clit and rocked her whole body.
"AHHHH!" Grace wailed, "you're making me come. Ahhh, AHHHHH!"
Her body rocked violently beneath him, but Mark still cupped her ass firmly and managed to maintain his position while she came, all the while sucking hungrily on her squirting clit. Grace experienced the most powerful climax of her life, a prolonged convulsion that left her limp and gasping. Only then did Mark raise his face from her crotch.
His handsome flushed face was shining with her pussy-juice. He was grinning triumphantly. "You really liked that, didn't you?" he said.
"Y-Yes," Grace admitted weakly. There was no point in denying it. He'd certainly felt her come and heard her hoarse ecstatic cries. "But Mark, we really shouldn't go too far. We-OHHHH!"
He'd interrupted her by once more slamming his face into her wet scorching-hot pussy. Briefly Grace pushed at his head, trying to make him stop, but a sudden blast of pleasure made her sink back, moaning and submissive. No way could she resist that kind of pleasure. Whatever he was doing, she just had to have it.
She felt his tongue briefly tickling her soaked scarlet clit, then lapping and teasing down deeper in her seething gash. His slick tongue-tip wriggled into the steamy folds of her pussy-lips, making her squeal with delight. Then he found the mouth of her cunt and began to rim it swiftly with the tip of his tongue.
"Oh, my God," Grace gasped. "Ohhhh, yes, it feels so nice."
Once again she let her legs part voluntarily, giving the boy all the room he needed to eat her pussy. Her lovely face was flushed with horny excitement, her white teeth bared in a lusty grimace. Her big breasts heaved as she panted, and her aroused cunt gushed fragrant juice onto the boy's rimming tongue.
Then, to her deep delight, she felt Mark's long thick tongue creeping right up her cunt. The slow slick penetration felt so delicious that she stopped breathing for a moment. He worked the wet tongue-meat clear to the root in her hot little box.
Grace let out her breath in a loud ecstatic cry.
"AHHHHH, GOD!" she wailed.
Mark paused a moment, letting her writhe in bliss, her powerful cunt muscles gripping and releasing his deeply-buried tongue, her twat-juice boiling around him. Then he began to fuck her with his tongue, jabbing the slick meat roughly up and down in her fiery-hot little cunt.
"Oooo," Grace squealed, "yes, yes, darling, your tongue feels so good in meeee."
Instinctively she threw her legs around his neck and locked them there, taking his jerking tongue as deep as possible into her hotly aroused box. He caught her excitement and worked his tongue faster. It was like having a tiny slick cock slamming in her ever-greedy cunt, and Grace loved every second of it.
"Ummmm, yes," she whined, "yes, fuck me with your tongue, darling, bring me off. Ohhhh, OHHHHH!"
A sudden orgasm seemed to blast her clear off into space. For a moment all she felt was the blinding explosion of pleasure. Then as she writhed in the delicious convulsions she felt Mark's tongue still jabbing away in her gripping box. Her gushing cunt-juice must nearly have drowned him, but he didn't seem to mind. He tongued her till her spasms faded away and she was limp and panting.
"Oh, my God," Grace moaned, "that was lovely."
Mark once more raised his head and wiped some of her sticky cream off his face. Again he was grinning mischievously. "So you didn't want me, huh?" he chuckled. "Funny, it seemed like you wanted me just then."
Grace blushed deeply but said nothing. What could she possibly say? Just like with Tony, she said one thing and did another. She said no, but her body said yes. She had fully intended to shut Mark out of her life entirely, and here she was naked beneath him, letting him eat her pussy. Would she ever be able to control her wicked lust for young boys?
"Now you can do something for me," Mark said. "My girl used to bring me off like this after I went down on her."
Grace didn't know what he was talking about, and she watched dizzily as Mark quickly took off his clothes. He didn't have much to take off, just sneakers and jeans and t-shirt. She felt a rush of lust as she admired his naked young body. Her eyes fixed hungrily on his magnificent seven-inch hard-on.
Grinning, Mark knelt over her, straddling her chest, his small taut ass just grazing her big pointed boobs. His rigid prick was practically in her face, and Grace gazed dizzily at the milky-pale stalk and its fine feathering of tiny blue veins. The knob-like purple head of his prick was oozing little bubbles of juice.
"It's your turn to eat me now," Mark said eagerly.
Grace reddened. Of course she knew about cock-sucking, but she'd never tried it. She had no idea what to do. She'd just have to fake it and hope the kid didn't realize what an amateur she was. She really owed him something after the fantastic pleasure he'd given her.
Grace reached out with trembling fingers and drew his cock closer. The skin was hot and silky and taut, pleasant to touch. Blushing, she stuck out her small pink tongue and began to lick his cock. She licked timidly, gingerly, at first, but she got rapidly excited and started licking his stiff meat fast and hungrily.
"Yeah, yeah," Mark panted, "that's it. Lick my cock."
Grace licked all the way from his crisp blond bush up to the drooling purple head of his prick. She lapped up his bubbling cock-juice and found that she liked the taste. She wormed her slick tongue-tip into the small slit mouth of his dick, seeking more hot salty juice. Mark squirmed with horny excitement.
"Take it in your mouth now, Grace," he panted. "Please, suck me off."
Grace wasn't sure she wanted to take his dick in her mouth, but she felt she owed it to him. Obediently she popped the fat hard head of his cock between her lips. She sucked in strongly, taking as much as she could, and she managed to get half of his smooth throbbing prick inside. She began to suck fast and loudly.
"Aw, Christ, YEAH!" Mark yelped. "Blow me, baby."
Grace's lips felt stretched almost to bursting by his thick young cock, and his hard fat cock-head kept butting the back of her throat. Yet after a moment she found herself powerfully turned on by cock-sucking. She loved the silky texture of his meat and the taste of his dribbling juices. She sucked even faster and harder.
"Yeah, suck it, suck it," Mark chanted. "Bring me off, baby. Wanta come in your mouth."
That possibility hadn't occurred to Grace, and she panicked, trying to draw away before he shot his load. But Mark seized her head and held it in place. He started to fuck her mouth, jabbing his rigid cock eagerly over her tongue and into her throat. Then suddenly Grace felt the searing blast of his come.
"AWWWWW!" Mark wailed.
She had no choice but to swallow every drop of his hot jism, but she found herself enjoying it. She had a terrible suspicion that there wasn't any wild kinky thing she wouldn't enjoy with Mark . . .
CHAPTER FIVE
Grace woke the next morning with a vivid memory of her session with Mark. She recalled how she'd shamelessly enjoyed his pussy-eating, how she'd sucked his cock and eaten his come. She moaned in self-disgust. It simply wasn't right to get it on with young boys. So why did she keep doing it?
She knew the answer well enough. After six months without a man, she was constantly, achingly horny. She needed a normal and regular sex life.
She really couldn't blame her body for responding to the sight of attractive young men. But that didn't mean she had to fuck them! Somehow she was going to have to find men her own age.
"That settles it," Grace told herself. "I just won't see Tony or Mark again."
But that was more easily said than done, as Grace discovered later that day. She was in the back yard weeding flower beds, trying to keep busy and keep her mind off her young lovers. Dressed in just shorts and halter, Grace had no idea what an attractive sight she presented.
Suddenly Tony vaulted over the fence.
Grace gave a gasp of surprise. "Tony," she cried, "you frightened me. Where did you come from?"
The handsome black-haired kid grinned at her. "I rang the front doorbell," he said, "but nobody answered, so I thought I'd check for you back here. I'm sure glad I found you. It's been a couple days since we balled, and I really need it."
Grace turned scarlet. "Tony, you don't have to use such crude language," she said.
"Sorry," he chuckled, "but I guess you get my meaning. Let's go in the house, baby. I need you real bad."
Grace dropped her gardening tools and got to her feet. "Tony, I'm not going to see you any more," she said firmly. "It makes me feel much too guilty. You'll just have to find yourself another girl."
"Like hell," Tony growled. "I want you, Grace, and I know damned well you want me."
"Tony, I've said all I'm going to say," Grace replied. "The answer is no."
She turned and started toward the house. Tony gave a growl of anger and leaped after her, grabbing her and pulling her to the grass. Before Grace quite realized what was happening, the boy was on top of her, pinning her down. She felt the rock-hard line of his cock pressing against her belly. He rubbed his hard-on urgently against her.
"You feel that, don't you?" he panted. "My cock's so hard it hurts. Come on, Grace, knock off this bullshit and let me ball you. I know you want it as bad as I do."
Unfortunately that was the truth. It was driving Grace wild to feel the kid's super-hard cock rubbing right against her muff. She wanted more than anything in the world just to slip down her shorts and let Tony ball her right there on the grass. Her greedy little cunt was boiling with need. But she'd made a vow to herself, and she intended to keep it.
"Tony, NO!" she cried.
Using all the strength she could muster, Grace managed to roll the boy off her. Before Tony could get to his feet, she raced for the back door, got inside, and locked it. Tony came bounding up to glare at her through the glass. His face was red with anger and thwarted lust. Grace could hear him speaking even through the glass.
"Damn you, you silly cunt," Tony hissed. "I won't forget this. I'll be back, and then I'm gonna fuck you silly."
He turned and stalked off. Grace breathed a sigh of relief-for a moment she'd thought he might even break down the door to get to her. Her hot and swollen pussy still ached for his cock, but at least she'd saved herself from more guilt feelings. When she was sure Tony was gone, she returned to the back yard and went on with her weeding.
Not half an hour had passed before Mark leaped over the fence.
"Hi, beautiful," he said with a big grin. "I just can't seem to stay away from you."
Oh, hell, Grace thought, here we go again.
It was going to be doubly hard to get rid of Mark. The episode with Tony, that brief but sexy wrestling match, had left her achingly horny. She looked now at the handsome blond boy and wished with all her heart that she could just forget her scruples and rush him into her bedroom. But she knew what she had to do.
"Mark," she said, "it's over between us. I just can't go on doing something that makes me feel so guilty. Please leave, and don't come back."
"You gotta be crazy," Mark exclaimed. "We got a great thing going, Grace. And I need you really bad. Come on, just a quickie."
"Absolutely not," Grace said.
She got up and started toward the house. This time she wasn't surprised when the boy came running after her-but she still wasn't prepared for Mark's strength. He had her down on the grass in a split second, and then she felt him roughly shoving his hand down inside her shorts and panties. He cupped the fine soft curls of her bush.
"You want me, Grace," he panted. "I know you do."
So what else is new? Grace thought wearily. Naturally she wanted him. He was young and attractive, and she could see a big hard bulge at the crotch of his jeans. She wanted to fuck him so badly, she could have screamed, and it didn't help to have him playing with her pussy.
"Stop it, Mark," she snapped. "I said no, and I meant it."
"I bet I can change your mind," he said eagerly.
That possibility was all too real. He shoved his hand down farther into her crotch and tickled the plump sensitive lips of her pussy. Grace gritted her teeth, trying to blot out the lusty excitement she felt. She pushed hard against Mark's shoulders and managed to throw the boy off balance. Then she was up and racing for the back door.
"Dammit, Grace, come back here," Mark shouted.
Grace just slammed the door and locked it. Dizzily she watched through the glass panel. Mark sat on the grass for a moment looking bewildered and angry. Then he got up, glared at her, and left.
Grace sighed deeply and went to the refrigerator for a beer. Her nerves needed calming after those two wrestling matches.
She supposed she ought to congratulate herself. She'd resisted the temptation to ball another teenage boy. But it gave her little satisfaction. Her hot juicy cunt was still starved for a good hard cock, and she knew she had some long horny hours ahead of her before she fell asleep. She'd merely satisfied her conscience and frustrated her body.
The doorbell rang, and Grace went to answer it. She looked through the little peephole in the front door, wanting to make sure the caller wasn't Tony or Mark. She saw an attractive red-haired kid of perhaps sixteen. He was carrying a pencil and a notebook, and he wasn't familiar to her. Grace opened the door.
"Hello," the boy said, "I'm Jimmy, your new paper boy. I came to collect."
"Oh, how do you do, Jimmy?" she said. "I'm Mrs. Grace Walker. Please come in, and I'll get your money."
Grace led the boy into the living room and found her purse. As she handed him the money, she noticed that Jimmy was staring fixedly at her chest. She glanced down and turned red with embarrassment. In one of those wrestling matches her skimpy halter had been torn, and one whole tit was uncovered, standing out big and round and firm, capped with a rosy nipple.
"Oh, dear," Grace gasped, "my halter got torn somehow."
She tried to pull the torn pieces of the halter together, but she still couldn't cover her pretty little red nipple. Jimmy continued to stare glassy-eyed at her tit, as if he'd never seen naked boobs before. And perhaps he hadn't. He couldn't have been a day over sixteen.
"Well, I'll just have to go fix this," Grace said, red with humiliation. "Here, Jimmy, take this five dollar bill and leave me the change."
Her torn halter was already stretched to the limit by her big heavy jugs, and as she reached out to hand Jimmy the money, her halter gave way completely, tearing in half. Both her large round milky-white boobs came tumbling out, wobbling seductively before settling into their natural thrust. Her pretty little rosy nipples went stiff and pointed.
"Oh, my God," Grace moaned.
Jimmy still acted as if he were hypnotized, gawking steadily at her lovely naked tits. He didn't seem embarrassed or shocked or even amused-just fascinated. Grace backed dizzily against the wall. There was something so incredibly seductive about the whole scene that she couldn't come back to her senses. She was wildly turned on by having the young boy stare at her tits.
Now she made no attempt to cover her big naked jugs. She let her torn halter hang open in front, let the boy get an eyeful. Her pussy was hot and horny after her frustrating encounters with Tony and Mark, and now her slit became even more wet and swollen and steamy. In her maddening lust she gave in to a wicked impulse.
"You like looking at my tits, don't you, Jimmy?" she said hoarsely. ? Jimmy swallowed hard and said in a voice croaky with lust, "Oh, yes, ma'am, I sure do."
"You can touch them if you want," Grace said.
She could hardly believe her own words. Something deep inside her, something lusty and wicked, and prompted her to say it. In any case, Jimmy didn't hesitate a second. He dropped his notebook and pencil and hurried right over to her.
"Oh, man," he sighed, "I never touched a girl's boobs before."
While Grace sagged against the wall, dizzy with lust, the red-haired kid slipped his hands under her big heavy jut and gingerly tested their weight. His very first touch was so electrically exciting to Grace that she moaned softly and creamed into the crotch of her panties. Jimmy grew bolder and began to caress her big jugs all over.
"Fantastic," he sighed. "They're so nice and smooth and warm."
Grace couldn't speak. She felt paralyzed with need. She just stood there and shivered with lust as the boy ran his smooth hands all over her big sensitive tits. Each time he touched her nipples she felt electric shocks of pleasure that ran right down to her eager molten-hot pussy. She was loosing her self-control, losing it fast.
Jimmy had lost HIS self-control the moment he stepped in the door and got a glimpse of her tit. He gazed dreamily at the beautiful older woman and sighed loudly as he played with her pale throbbing tits. Grace glanced down and saw that the fly of his jeans was tented with a fierce hard-on.
"Oh, man," he moaned, "this is really wild."
He boldly leaned forward and kissed Grace on the mouth. He sagged against her, sighing, as she opened her lips and let him slip his tongue into her mouth. Grace felt the hard lump of his crotch against her muff. She was just as dizzily lusty as Jimmy. At last he broke the deep tongue-kiss with a big sigh.
"Could I look at the rest of you, please?" he said. "I never saw a naked chick before."
Grace couldn't find her voice. She just stared at him, her eyes glowing and lusty. Jimmy quickly unzipped the front of her shorts, and the little garment slithered down her legs. He gawked at her skimpy black lace panties, then quickly tugged them down, too, leaving her naked except for the torn halter.
"Oh, wow," Jimmy moaned.
He stood there staring at her muff. His hot eyes seemed to burn right into the dainty triangular patch of glossy brown curls. Grace trembled with wicked excitement. It had turned her on when he stared at her tits, and it turned her on even more to have the frantically horny boy staring at her bush. A little rush of hot pussy juice trickled down her thighs.
"Can I touch it?" Jimmy said eagerly.
"Y-Yes, you may, Jimmy," Grace sighed.
She didn't know what was making her talk so wantonly. Jimmy reached out and began to pet her warm silky bush, and she moaned softly and creamed again, hot sticky cunt-juice trickling down her inner thighs. As Jimmy petted her muff, she stepped out of the tangle of discarded clothing and let the torn halter slip off her shoulders and fall to the floor.
Completely naked now, she sagged against the wall and whimpered softly as the eager boy explored her bush. She knew damned well that she was doing something terribly wrong, but she felt taken over by forces stronger than she was. She simply couldn't bear to make him stop.
"H-How old are you, Jimmy?" she said weakly.
"Sixteen," he said.
"And you've never been with a girl before?" she said.
"Naw," Jimmy said disgustedly, "my parents won't let me date yet. It's really the pits."
He's a virgin, Grace thought dazedly, an actual virgin.
It was a different story with Tony and Mark-they'd both been around. But could she possibly bring herself to seduce this innocent boy, to be the very first woman he fucked? If she did, she'd really have some guilty feelings to contend with later. Yet his touch felt so delicious, and she needed some love-making so urgently. Now for the first time, Grace felt torn between cunt and conscience.
Jimmy slipped his hand down off her curly brown muff and onto her pussy. His eyes widened in lusty interest as he touched hot slick pussy-flesh for the very first time. He fumbled around, feeling Grace's fat little clit, her plump cunt-lips, and the oozing hot mouth of her twat. Grace shivered with horny pleasure. She adored having her pussy touched.
"Girls sure are different from boys," Jimmy said wonderingly. "Different, but nice."
He suddenly dropped to his knees and looked right up between her legs. Grace flushed with embarrassment, although she understood his curiosity. He wasn't being rude. He just wanted to see what a pussy looked like. She spread her legs a little wider, giving him a better view.
"Jesus," Jimmy muttered, "it sure is complicated."
Instead of a simple set of cock and balls the boy saw a confusing expanse of moist red flesh surrounded by a dainty fringe of brown curls. He stared and stared, his warm breath fanning Grace's slit. She was so wildly horny by now that she could barely keep still. She had to get some sort of stimulus for her burning-hot pussy.
"Y-You can touch it if you want, Jimmy," she gasped.
"Oh, far out," the boy said delightedly.
He poked a fingertip against the plump juicy lump of her clit. "What's this thing?" he said.
Grace was so overcome with lusty pleasure that it took her a moment to reply. "That's my clit," she said breathlessly. "Women like it if you rub them there."
"Oh, yeah?" Jimmy chuckled. "Thanks for the tip."
He began to rub her clit with his fingertip. He wasn't as good at it as Mark or Tony, but it felt plenty good enough. Grace moaned with pleasure, and her hungry little cunt leaked more hot sticky juice down her thighs. Her scarlet clit soon grew fat and stiff and wet under the boy's frigging finger.
"That feels good to you?" he said.
"Ummmmm, very nice," Grace sighed.
In fact she wished he'd never stop rubbing her horny little joy button, but the boy was impatient to explore, and soon he tickled lower into her steamy crotch. Fumbling around, he accidentally poked his stiff middle finger right up her slippery wet cunt. Both Jimmy and Grace gasped with surprise.
"I bet I know what this is," Jimmy said excitedly. "It's your cunt, isn't it?"
"Y-Yes," Grace gasped.
The boy eagerly worked his finger as far as he could in her hot juicy little cunt-hole, exploring the velvety tunnel. The stiff penetration felt marvelous to Grace, and she creamed helplessly around his finger. Jimmy was equally excited, imagining how it would feel to have his cock inside that hot creamy hole.
"Ummmm, Jimmy, that feels very nice," Grace sighed.
Jimmy took the hint and began pumping his stiff finger up and down like a tiny cock. Grace moaned hoarsely and spewed another load of steamy juice onto his hand. She prayed that he'd keep finger-fucking her till she came, but again the boy's impatience cheated her of a desperately-needed orgasm. He soon slipped his finger out of cunt and stood up.
"G-Grace, I mean Mrs. Walker," he said, eager but nervous, "could we go lie on the couch to do this? We'd be more comfortable."
Grace knew exactly what was going on in his mind, of course. He figured it would be easier to fuck her on the couch than standing up. This was the point where she ought to put her foot down. She ought to say that the fun had gone far enough and that Jimmy should leave. Surely she didn't intend to ball a virgin sixteen-year-old boy?
Of course not.
"Yes, Jimmy," she said, "that's a good idea."
She hated herself for those words, but she simply couldn't stand the frustration of being so horny. She led the way over to the couch, Jimmy trotting along behind her and ogling the enticing twitch of her little round ass. Grace lay down on her side, leaving room for the boy. She knew damned well that her behavior was outrageous, but she couldn't seem to stop herself.
"Why don't you take off your clothes, too, Jimmy?" she said huskily.
The boy stared at her, at first unbelieving, then delighted. He skinned quickly out of his sneakers, jeans and t-shirt. Grace ogled his fine young body. He wasn't quite as developed as Tony or Mark, a little on the slender side, but his muscles were hard and well-defined, his shoulders broadening, his ass and hips slim and hard. And there was nothing childish about his cock.
Jimmy's handsome six-inch prick stood up stiffly from a gleaming nest of coppery curls. His cock was slender like the rest of him, but achingly hard. The fat purple head was oozing big globs of cock-juice. His rosy hairless balls were swollen up painfully full and taut. Grace shivered with lusty excitement.
"Jimmy," she said, "just sit on the edge of the seat for a moment. There's something I want to do."
Jimmy obeyed with a puzzled look, and Grace quickly got off the couch and knelt before him.
She gently took his stiff young cock in her hand and felt the wonderfully silky skin, the radiating heat, the horny throbbing. He had a gorgeous cock, and her mouth watered at the very sight of it. She couldn't hold back her wicked urges.
"Don't be frightened, Jimmy," she said hoarsely. "This will feel very nice."
Gently Grace brought her open mouth down around his cock. She managed to take the whole thing in, right down to his copper bush. She began sucking on the delicious satiny meat, slowly and gently so as not to alarm the boy. Jimmy just gawked at her for a moment, then gave a loud prolonged sigh.
"Oh, man," he moaned, "TERRIFIC!"
Sensing his excitement, Grace began to suck harder and faster on his delicious smooth cock. Jimmy whined shrilly, and his salty cock-juice dripped onto her tongue. Grace's saliva boiled around his dick. She could have gone on eating him for hours, but she wanted to save that hard-on. After a minute or so she released his prick.
"Jesus, that was great," Jimmy sighed.
His spit-soaked cock stood straight up, still drooling a steady stream of juice. Grace moaned hoarsely at the sight of it. She slipped back onto the couch and lay down on her back, spreading her long legs wide, showing the boy her wet scarlet gash. She was being shameless, yes, but she couldn't wait a second longer.
"You can fuck me now, Jimmy," she said hoarsely.
"Far OUT!" Jimmy cried.
The red-haired kid scrambled between her legs as fast as he could and slumped down on her with a sigh, his smooth hairless chest flattening her big heaving tits. He poked around with his achingly swollen meat, trying to find her cunt. Impatiently Grace reached down, seized his stiff throbbing prick, and stuck it into her boiling little box.
Jimmy obeyed, hammering his stiff young cock in her with all the speed and force he could command. He whined and moaned steadily, blissed-out to feel his cock in a woman's hot juicy cunt for the very first time. Grace arched her pussy up to get the full thrust of his dick, loving every second of his quick hard fucking.
"Oh, man," he whined, "it feels good, so fuckin' GOOD!"
Grace had to agree. She'd been achingly horny for hours, and this hard fast balling was just what she needed. She felt herself starting to come in less than a minute. Her cunt contracted hard around the boy's slamming cock, gripping and milking it. Jimmy gave a shrill cry and began to jet his come into her, pumping away furiously.
As Grace came down from her orgasm, she thought about the irony of the scene. She'd virtuously sent Tony and Mark away, just as she'd vowed. But then she'd seduced a sixteen-year-old virgin, sucked his cock, practically begged him to fuck her. She wondered just where her uncontrollable lust would finally lead her.
CHAPTER SIX
"Please, Mrs. Walker, can't we do it one more time?" the red-haired boy begged.
"Jimmy, for heaven's sake," Grace sighed. "It's getting late. You still have to collect for your papers, and I'm sure you don't want to miss your dinner."
"Naw, I suppose not," Jimmy sighed. "But I sure wish we could have done it just one more time."
Grace gawked at the kid while he dressed" He'd fucked her four times in a row, and now he wanted more. It was hard to believe his energy. But then this had been his first time with a woman, and that might account for his enthusiasm. Grace herself was satisfied-and exhausted.
"I'll see you again soon, Mrs. Walker," Jimmy said as he left.
"Umm-hmm, of course, dear," Grace said absently.
Her thoughts were elsewhere. Jimmy had hardly walked out the door before she burst into tears of shame. After all her good resolutions, she'd done it again-seduced a boy young enough to be her son. Grace was beginning to be afraid of herself.
"I won't do it again," she wept, "I swear I won't."
But that was the same vow she'd taken that morning, and how could she be sure she wouldn't break it again? She seemed powerless to control herself when she was around attractive young men. She felt caught in a nightmare of her own making, unable to escape the lusty boys to whom she'd so wantonly given her body.
The phone rang, and Grace moved to answer it. She recognized the voice right away-Bill Masters, her big policeman friend. Her face lit up.
"Why, Bill," she said, "so nice of you to call."
"I just wanted to check on you," he said. "I'm sorry I couldn't get over this week, but I've been pretty busy. Is everything okay with you, kid?"
Grace thought quickly. She was sure that last time Bill had visited he'd wanted to ask her out but had lost his nerve. Maybe she should prompt him. He was divorced, her own age, and obviously fond of her. Bill Masters just might be the answer to all her problems.
"I'm just fine, Bill," she said, "except I get a little lonely sometimes. Perhaps some night you and I could go out for dinner."
"I think that's a great idea," Bill said eagerly. "How about this Friday night? Pick you up around seven?"
"Why, yes, Bill, that would be fine," Grace said, "I look forward to it."
So he really had wanted to ask her out. She could tell by the delighted tone of his voice. After hanging up, Grace wondered just how it would be to have a real date with a man her own age. She hadn't done that for twenty years. But Friday was two days away, and at least she'd have time to prepare herself. Two days should be enough to let her young friends know that she never intended to see them again.
"It's going to be all right now," she told herself. "I'll have Bill. I won't need the others."
Grace put on a lounging robe, made herself some dinner, and then settled down for a quiet evening of television. It all seemed so peaceful and sensible. There was just one catch. Before very long she felt herself getting horny again. There was no mistaking that aching, swollen feeling in her pussy. And as time dragged on, the need got stronger.
Grace could hardly believe it. Just that afternoon an eager young boy had balled her four times. Why in God's name should she feel lusty again? It seemed as if every TV show she watched had something to do with sex, too. Finally she switched off the set and started for her bedroom, intending to read herself to sleep.
But just then the doorbell rang. Grace sighed and went back to answer it. She looked through the peephole and saw that her caller was Jimmy. Nervously Grace put on the chain lock and then opened the door just a crack. She reminded herself that she had Bill now, that she didn't need Jimmy or Tony or Mark.
"Hi, Mrs. Walker," Jimmy said eagerly. "I finished my dinner as fast as I could and came right back."
"I'm not letting you in, Jimmy," Grace said sternly. "What we did this afternoon was very wrong, and I'm not going to do it again."
"What was wrong with it?" Jimmy said, practically squealing in his disappointment. "I thought it was great."
"I'm too old for you," Grace said wearily. "I feel too guilty about it all. You run along now, Jimmy. That's all I have to say."
She closed the door and went right to her bedroom. Jimmy rang the bell a few times, then gave up. Grace felt sorry for him, but she knew she'd done the right thing. She picked up her book and tried to read. If she could just get absorbed in the book, she might forget about that nagging need in her pussy.
Suddenly the bedroom door opened, and there was Jimmy.
Grace gasped. "Jimmy, for heaven's sake," she cried, "how did you get into my house?"
"Through a window," he said. "I just had to see you, Mrs. Walker. I can't take no for an answer."
Grace dropped her book and leaped to her feet. "You'll have to take no for an answer, young man," she said angrily. "You'd better get out of here right now before I call the police and have you arrested for breaking and entering."
Jimmy stood his ground. His freckled face was stern and determined. Grace gasped again as she saw the boy suddenly unzip the fly of his jeans. He eased out his painfully swollen cock. It stood up pale and stiff, the fat purple head oozing big bubbles of juice. Grace felt an answering wetness at the mouth of her cunt just from looking at that handsome young prick.
"Look at this," Jimmy said mournfully. "Just see how hard it is. It hurts, Mrs. Walker. I just gotta have you."
"I'm sorry, Jimmy, but my answer is still no," Grace said. "Now please leave before you get into trouble."
"Not while I have this hard-on," the boy insisted.
He started toward her. Grace began to back away, not looking where she was going. She bumped into the bed and lost her balance, tumbling backward. Before she could recover, Jimmy threw himself on her and pushed her robe up to expose her lacy white panties. He seized the panties and began to tug them down.
"Jimmy, NO!" Grace shrieked.
The achingly horny boy ignored her cries. Grace grabbed her panties and tried to hold on to them, but Jimmy's burning need made him stronger. He ripped the little garment right out of her hands and tore it in half. The ruined halves of her panties fell away, exposing her pretty little brown bush. Jimmy moaned and dragged her all the way onto the bed.
"It won't take long, Mrs. Walker," he panted. "I just gotta get my rocks off, then I'll leave you alone, honest."
"Jimmy, I said no," Grace shouted.
They started wrestling around. Jimmy wasn't much taller than Grace, but his horny determination gave him the strength he needed. He ended up on top of her, pinning her to the bed, and the wet head of his rigid dick poked frantically at her thighs. But Grace kept her legs tightly closed and he couldn't get in.
"Oh, dammit all," Jimmy whined, "open your legs. Let me ball you, PLEASE!"
"Noooo," Grace moaned.
It was driving her wild to have that magnificent young cock poking around so close to her pussy. She wanted it desperately, but she was determined not to fuck another young boy. Jimmy poked and poked, but she still kept her legs firmly closed to his probing prick. Soon the boy was panting with frustration.
"All right, dammit," he said, "I'll try something else. I remember what you taught me this afternoon."
He managed to wriggle one finger between the furry lips of her muff and touch the hot moist bud of her clit. Grace flinched and stifled a horny moan. Jimmy did just as she'd so shamelessly taught him a few hours ago-he rubbed his fingertip back and forth over her highly sensitive joy button. Grace felt dizzying pleasure.
"Oh, Jimmy, please don't do that," she whined.
"I'm gonna," he said determinedly. "I know you like it." That was all too true. Grace loved having her pussy played with. She couldn't blot out the successive jolts of pleasure as his fingertip steadily massaged her horny little clit. Her cunt began to leak steamy juice all over his finger.
I won't give in, Grace thought frantically, I won't!
But that was much easier said than done. The more Jimmy stroked and teased her moist hot love-bud, the more urgently she wanted his stiff young cock. Her cunt was flooding now, spewing out sticky twat-juice that soaked her inner thighs and puddled on the bedspread beneath her.
"I can feel that," Jimmy panted. "I can feel you getting all wet. I bet that means you want it."
"Noooo," Grace lied.
Jimmy must have sensed the weakness in her voice, for now he got bolder. Still stroking her red-hot clit, he used his free hand to draw open her robe all the way. She was wearing only a skimpy white lace bra. Jimmy reached around her, fumbled with the catch, and managed to get the bra unhooked.
"Jimmy, stop that," Grace said feebly.
"I wanta see your tits," the boy insisted.
He pushed her bra up out of the way, exposing the big round globes of her jugs. Impulsively he bent down and began to kiss and lick her big hot tits, flicking his wet tongue over her dainty red nipples. Grace stiffened, trying to ignore how great it felt. Her big boobs were very sensitive.
Jimmy caught one soft rosy nipple between his lips and began to suck noisily on it. Grace felt her eager cunt leaking more thick steamy cream as pleasure rippled all the way down her body. It felt terrific to have her tender nipple sucked, and all the while Jimmy was frigging her clit, too.
"Noooo," she babbled, "noooo."
Jimmy must have known she was lying. He could feel her fiery-hot cunt-juice all over his stroking finger, and he could feel her nipple going stiff and throbbing in his mouth. She might protest, but there was no way she could hide her hot arousal. Her body gave away the secret in a dozen ways, from the swelling of her tits to the wetness of her pussy.
"Open your legs, please," Jimmy moaned. "I know you want to fuck, I just know it."
He slipped his hands between her thighs and used all his strength to force her legs apart. Dizzy with longing, Grace couldn't summon the will to resist. Jimmy separated her legs a few inches and then plunged his hand down into her molten-hot slit. Grace felt a stiff finger sliding up her boiling cunt.
"Oooooooo," she squealed.
The boy had learned his lessons well. He'd remembered how excited Grace had become that afternoon when he accidentally pushed his stiff middle finger into her juicy little box. This time he did it more expertly, thrusting his rigid finger all the way into her, then jerking it swiftly up and down like a tiny eager cock.
Grace gritted her teeth and tried not to cry out, but the pleasure was more than she could contain. It felt so damned good to have something stiff and jerking in her famished twat. Helplessly she creamed all around Jimmy's frigging finger, then arched her pussy up to get even more delicious friction.
"You want it, I know you do," the boy panted.
"You like what I'm doing with my finger. My cock would feel even better."
Grace knew that all too well. She would have given anything just to open her legs all the way and take his swollen meat into her seething wet cunt. But she knew how terribly guilty she'd feel later if she fucked this sixteen-year-old boy again. She must wait for Friday-and Bill.
But Jimmy didn't know about Bill and didn't care. All that concerned him now was finding relief for his painful hard-on. He finger-fucked Grace's cunt faster and faster, till she was panting and moaning and totally out of control. Then he quickly whipped his finger out of her fiery-hot box and forced her legs wide open.
"I'm gonna fuck you, Mrs. Walker," he said fiercely, "and you're not gonna stop me."
"Jimmy, no, I-OHHHHH!" Grace cried.
Her efforts had come too late. She'd reached up to push at the boy's shoulders, but Jimmy was already snuggled between her silky hot thighs and ramming his swollen dick into her flooded little twat. Grace sank back, defeated and submissive, as she took the rough thrust of his meat. It felt too good, she needed it too much. She wouldn't fight any more.
"Awwwwww, shit, that's good," Jimmy moaned.
He'd buried his six-inch cock as deep as he could in her snug velvet-lined cunt. His creaming cock head almost touched her womb, and his taut round balls came to rest against her wet slit. He stayed that way for a moment, savoring the delicious feeling of having his hard-on bathed in gushing cunt-cream. Then he began to fuck her in long slow deep strokes.
"Oh, my God," Grace whimpered.
"You like it, don't you?" Jimmy panted.
"Yesss," she admitted, "oh, YES."
What was the point in denying it? Even this inexperienced boy, who'd been a virgin just a few hours ago, could recognize a woman in heat. He could feel her big tits, hot and swollen, heaving against his chest. He could feel her arching her pussy up to get more of his cock. He could feel her boiling-hot cunt-cream flooding around his prick. It was obvious that she was wild for his fucking.
No, she wouldn't try to disguise it now. He was in her, he was fucking her, and she might as well let herself go and enjoy it totally. She threw her long legs up around the boy's heaving sweaty back, opening her box even more deeply to his stabbing cock. She moaned and clung to him, clawing his shoulders, creaming furiously.
"Yes, yes, do it to meeee," Grace whined.
"I sure as hell will," Jimmy sighed.
He kept up the delicious slow deep probing with his cock, as if trying to prolong their fuck as long as possible. That was fine with Grace. She could have gone on balling the kid all night. But in her hot excitement it didn't take her long to get off.
"Ooooooo," she squealed, "OOOOOOOO!"
Her body began to rock violently in orgasm, and Jimmy had to cling tightly to her to avoid being thrown off. He dug in, forcing his prick as deep as possible into her convulsing box, and he managed to hold off his own climax while Grace wailed and came. Finally she flopped back on the bed, limp and satisfied.
"You got off, I guess," Jimmy grinned.
"Ummmm, yes," Grace sighed.
"Good," the kid said, "now let's try it another way."
"Another way?" Grace said wonderingly.
"Yeah, I was talking to my big brother," Jimmy said eagerly, "and he told me a whole bunch of ways to do it. Like you can do it dog-style. I'd really dig that, Mrs. Walker. How about it?"
Grace smiled weakly. There really was nothing she could deny him now. She'd fucked him and loved it-and he knew she loved it. His cock was still good and hard inside her. She felt the thick meat throbbing in the juicy nest of her cunt, and suddenly she was eager again. After all, one more time wouldn't hurt.
"All right, Jimmy," she said, "we'll try it dog-style."
"Far out," Jimmy grinned. He pulled out of her, his magnificent young prick still stiff as a board. The pale rod, gleaming with her come, hugged his flat belly and drooled a steady stream of juice. Grace stared hungrily at his cock. Yes, she definitely wouldn't mind having some more of that.
Grace rolled over onto her hands and knees and stuck her pert little ass up in the air. She was trembling with eagerness. Even though she'd just had a body-rocking climax, she was ready to go again, dying for the first hard deep thrust of Jimmy's rigid prick. She moaned impatiently as the boy positioned himself behind her.
"Hey, this is neat," he exclaimed. "I see your pussy a lot better this way."
Grace blushed hotly. She hadn't thought about that, but of course with her ass poked up in the air her whole scarlet slit was exposed to the light of the room. Jimmy studied it a moment, and then he grasped her hips to steady himself and eased his slick cock-stand up her juicy little twat.
"Oooooo," Grace squealed, "oooo, Jimmy, YES! It feels so nice."
"It sure as hell does," Jimmy sighed.
In the dog position he was able to slide his cock all the way to her womb. He moaned blissfully and began to ball her, faster and deeper this time, his swollen nut sacs spanking her upturned ass. Grace whined and clawed the bed, loving every second of his eager hard fucking. Again her steamy cunt-cream boiled around his slamming cock.
"You like doing it this way, Mrs. Walker?"
Jimmy panted.
"Ummmm, yes," Grace sighed, "it's wonderful, Jimmy. Just keep on doing it to me, please."
"I'll sure try," Jimmy said.
So much for all her vows not to fuck any more young kids. It seemed unreal that half an hour ago she'd been angrily ordering Jimmy out of her house. It would have killed her to have him leave now. She needed more, more, more of his energetic young cock. She just had to get off again.
"Ohhh, God, it's so GOOD!" Graced whined. "Fuck me just a little harder, darling, just a little more. Ohhhhh, yes, OHHHHHH!"
The desperately-needed climax hit her, and she clawed the bed and began to rock and writhe. Again Jimmy had to cling tightly to her to keep from being thrown off. He whined excitedly and thrust his prick as deep as he could into her squeezing box. Once more he managed to keep from coming, to wait out Grace's violent spasms.
"Jimmy," she said wonderingly when her orgasm was finally over, "you didn't come." She could feel his prick inside her, still fat and stiff.
"Naw, I wanted to wait," he said. "I wanta try it another way."
Grace laughed helplessly. It was hard to believe the boy's energy. He'd already balled her four times that afternoon, and now he was up for another marathon. But of course she wasn't complaining. He could ball her all night and still not satisfy her lust completely. She wondered if any man could do that.
"All right, smart-ass," she giggled, "what did you have in mind this time?
"I want you to be on top," Jimmy said eagerly.
Jimmy pulled his stiff young prick out of her and lay down on his back. Grace blushed as she straddled him. In this position, with her sitting on top, he could see everything. He gawked delightedly at her bog wobbling breasts and her soaked scarlet slit. He watched in blissful fascination as Grace brought her juicy cunt mouth down on the swollen purple head of his cock.
"Oh, wow, YEAH!" the boy yelped.
"UMMMMM," Grace moaned.
She impaled herself on his iron-hard rod, sliding down it till she was sitting right on his belly and balls. Her cunt felt deliciously stuffed with his thick throbbing meat. She began to work her seething pussy up and down, fucking the moaning boy.
"Oh, man, that's fantastic," Jimmy sighed.
Grace had to agree. She could never get enough of his stiff young prick. She worked her boiling-hot cunt faster and faster around his stiff meat. Though she'd come twice already, she felt her ever-hungry slit building up to another orgasm. Her strong cunt muscles tightened eagerly around the boy's stiff pole.
"Oooooo," Grace whined, "EEEEEEE!"
This time Jimmy was in no danger of being thrown off during her violent climax. As she came, Grace worked her convulsing cunt furiously up and down his cock, fucking him harder than ever. Her molten-hot cunt-juice gushed out in floods, soaking his belly and balls.
Jimmy watched in fascination as the lovely older woman came around his deeply-buried dick. He watched her huge tits wobble, saw her eyes rolling crazily, watched her teeth flash in a lusty grimace. He just barely managed to keep from shooting his load, it was so exciting to watch Grace coming. At last she sighed and rolled off him.
"Let's try it another way," Jimmy said.
"Jimmy, I can't believe you," Grace moaned. "Don't you ever get tired?"
"Not with you," the boy grinned. "Please, Mrs. Walker, just one more time. We can try it standing up."
One more time. How often would she hear that, and how often would she submit? She didn't know. Her lusty body was in command, and she eagerly stood up and let Jimmy thrust his cock into her again. For her sex-starved pussy there was no future, no worry. There was only NOW.
CHAPTER SEVEN
On Thursday, with just one day to wait till her date with Bill, Grace did her best to keep busy and keep her mind off her young lovers. There was still plenty of work to be done in her back yard, so she put on her shorts and halter and got to it. But right away it became clear that she'd need help.
Grace sighed and went indoors to call the temporary manpower agency. "I want an older man," she stressed, "not a teenage boy. I'd like him over here as soon as possible."
She got the lawn mower gassed up and ready to go, then set to work weeding flower beds. The hard work and hot sun, she hoped, would keep her mind off that perpetual nagging ache in her pussy. She simply had to keep her lust under control until she could find a suitable lover her own age-hopefully Bill Masters.
In about half an hour the back gate opened and a man walked into the yard. Grace hardly looked up-she saw just his pant legs. "The mower's right over there," she said. "You can do the lawn, and then there'll be some pruning."
"I'll get right to it," he said.
There was something familiar about the voice-too familiar. Grace jerked her head up and found Mark standing over her, grinning broadly. For a moment she couldn't believe her eyes, and then she jumped up, glaring.
"Mark, you get out of my yard," she snapped. "I called the agency, and they're sending over an older man. I don't need you."
"The agency sent me," he chuckled. "I happened to be there when your call came in, and I talked them into sending me."
"Oh, hell," Grace sighed. "Well, you can only stay if you promise to work-and nothing else. I really mean it, Mark. All I want from you is some help on this yard. I'm not going to bed with you ever again."
The boy shrugged. "Okay, okay," he said, "but if you change your mind, all you have to do is tell me."
"I won't," Grace said grimly. She got down on her knees and started weeding again. Mark began to mow the lawn. Grace was still furious at the agency for ignoring her request to send an older man. Mark was the last person she wanted to see. Just the sight of him reminded her of the fantastic times they'd had in bed.
She couldn't help but remember that Mark was the first man ever to eat her pussy, and she recalled how wildly she'd enjoyed it. As the day wore on, she got more and more lusty. Every time she looked up and happened to see Mark, her pussy seemed to get more wet and swollen. But she promised herself that she wouldn't do anything about it. She'd wait for tomorrow and her date with Bill.
Finally it was time for a break. They'd worked for hours, and the sun was scorching. Grace was reluctant to call a halt, knowing Mark would flirt with her, but both of them were sweaty and exhausted. She stood up and signaled Mark to stop the mower. The boy obeyed with a grin.
"Change your mind?" he said.
"No, I haven't," Grace said with a scowl. "I just thought we'd better have a break before we get sunstroke. I'll bring out a couple of beers."
"That's better than nothing," Mark said.
Grace soon joined him under the big shade tree in her back yard. Of course she couldn't help remembering that this was the first place they'd fucked. And it didn't help matters that Mark had removed his shirt, showing his smooth tan chest and well-muscled arms. She handed him a beer, sat down, and tried not to look at him.
"You're really being silly, you know," Mark said. "I want you, and you want me. I don't know why you have to be so uptight about it."
"Mark, you really ought to find someone your own age," Grace sighed.
"Girls my age won't put out," Mark said.
"Then find another older woman-anyone but me," Grace said.
"But I only want you," the boy pleaded. "Really, Grace, what's the big deal? Nobody ever has to know. Why should we suffer when we can have a nice friendly fuck?"
Grace tried to ignore him, but she knew his argument made sense in some ways. If nobody knew about their affair, she didn't really have to feel guilty, did she? And it was rather foolish to go on suffering the agonies of horniness when relief was right beside her. God knows she was powerfully tempted.
Mark moved closer to her, till their thighs were touching. "Come on, baby," he said soothingly, "forget this silly guilt trip. There's nothing wrong with what we're doing."
Grace sighed deeply. She knew that all she had to do was wait till tomorrow. Bill was crazy about her, and he'd surely grab the first chance he got to take her to bed. But somehow tomorrow seemed so far away. She was maddeningly horny right now, she wanted a man NOW. And Mark was so obviously willing.
"Come on," he was saying, "just a quickie. Nobody can see us back here. I really need it, Grace, and I bet you do, too."
He leaned over and kissed her. His mouth pressed firmly against hers, and she felt the wet tip of his tongue tickling her lips. Her cunt seemed to explode with need, gushing a big rush of juice into the crotch of her panties. She felt paralyzed with longing, and she didn't move as Mark slipped his tongue into her mouth.
Her heart pounded, and her pussy felt hugely swollen. She knew there was no way to satisfy that longing except to take the boy's stiff cock into her seething little box, to enjoy his hard fast fucking. If it hadn't been for her damned conscience, her old-fashioned morality, she would have done it in a second.
Mark explored her mouth with his long slick tongue, and he began to caress her, running his hands over her big thrusting jugs, her firm bare waist and smooth thighs. Grace quivered with need. She didn't return his kiss and his caresses, but she didn't push him away, either. Her thoughts of Bill were getting weaker by the second, and she could only think of the handsome blond kid who was so eager to ball her.
Why not? she thought dizzily. Is it really so wrong?
"Oh, Christ," Mark moaned.
He broke the kiss and pulled Grace down onto the grass, pawing her ripe curvy body, panting with need. He eased himself half onto her, kissing her face and neck and the plump cleavage of her big heaving tits. Grace felt another hot rush of juice from her cunt. The crotch of her panties was soaked by now.
"You're not fighting me," Mark said huskily. "You want me, I know it."
"But Mark," Grace moaned, "it's wrong. I'm so much older than you are."
"That's nobody's business but ours," the boy insisted, "and if we really want each other, then it's okay. Please, Grace, let me fuck you. I need it so bad!"
Grace could well understand the boy's urgency. If he was as horny as her, he must be suffering. Yet she couldn't escape those feelings of shame and guilt. What was the matter with her that she couldn't even wait twenty-four hours for a more suitable lover? Was she so depraved that she couldn't control her own lust? Her head swam with indecision while Mark continued to caress her.
The boy fumbled with the tie of her halter. He managed to get it undone, and then while Grace moaned weak protests he drew the little garment off and left her naked above the waist. Her grapefruit-size tits stood up firm and full even when she lay on her back. The rosy-red nipples were stiff with lust. Mark quickly cupped her warm silky jugs and began to mold them.
"You've got the most beautiful tits I ever saw," he sighed.
Grace quivered with pleasure. It felt so nice to have her sensitive boobs squeezed and stroked. Mark bent low over her heaving breasts, flicked out his wet red tongue, and began to lick her pert little nipples. Grace could feel the pleasure right down to her creaming slit. She moaned and went limp and submissive.
"Yeah, baby, that's it," Mark panted, "just lie back and dig it. We're gonna have a great time."
Grace knew now that she wasn't going to resist. She needed to be fucked too badly. She was ashamed of herself for not waiting for Bill, but she felt she'd die of frustration if she sent Mark away now. She closed her eyes and wallowed in the pleasure of having her big tender tits caressed and licked.
She felt Mark fumbling with the zipper of her shorts, and she didn't stop him. All she could think about now was his magnificent young cock and how marvelous it was going to feel in her flooded eager cunt. Mark tugged off her shorts and then seized her panties. She felt the hot sun striking her naked bush.
"Yeah, yeah, baby, now we're cooking," Mark panted.
When he had her completely naked, the boy paused a moment to admire her superb body. She was firm and slender yet deliciously curvy, her big swollen tits rising and falling, her dainty brown bush gleaming. Then Mark eased her legs apart till there was room for him to kneel between them.
"You won't regret this, Grace," he said hoarsely. "I'll make it really good for you."
Grace said nothing. She was too ashamed of herself for giving in so easily. Yet wild horses couldn't have dragged her away now. She had to stay for the delicious end, for that wonderful moment when his stiff young cock went into her. She waited, quivering, as Mark got between her legs and pulled down his jeans.
But it wasn't his cock that touched her pussy. She felt the tickle of his hair between her thighs, the fanning of his hot breath, and then he was running his slippery tongue from her clit right down to her little clenched brownie, lashing and licking her whole swollen slit. The pleasure was sudden and devastating.
"Oh, God, YES!" Grace wailed. "Yes, eat me, darling, I love that." She threw her legs open as wide as she could, bending them back at the knees.
Mark acted as if he was starved for her pussy. He made an obscene wet slurping noise as he licked her slit, and he tasted every bit of her, from the fat lump of her clit down to the wrinkled mouth of her asshole. Her cream gushed out, and he lapped it up, swallowing it with a greedy gurgle. Grace was in total bliss.
"I love it, darling, I LOVE IT," she whined. "Ohhhh, it feels so good when you eat my pussy."
She lost all shame, all modesty, as the eager boy tongued and sucked all over her flaming-hot gash. Nothing turned her on so wildly as having her pussy eaten, and she simply couldn't hide her response. She moaned and squealed with ecstasy, and her hot sticky cunt-cream bubbled out to wet his face. She thrust her eager pussy upward, feeding it to him.
Mark hardly had to be urged. He was so excited at first, so eager to taste her slit, that he couldn't settle down in one spot. His thick wet tongue was all over the place. But finally he stopped at her fat red clit, jamming his lips against it, sucking greedily. He drew the slick red button into his mouth and bathed it with his boiling saliva. He sucked hard and fast.
"Eeeeeee," Grace shrieked.
She curled her fingers into his hair and jammed her greedy little clit against his mouth. Mark sucked faster and faster on her horny little love-bud, and she felt herself rising swiftly toward climax. It hit her powerfully, making her tall ripe body rock and writhe. She filled his mouth with fragrant cunt-cream.
"OOOOOOO, I'M COMING," she wailed.
Mark went right on eating her clit. He gulped her thick cream as fast as it spurted out, and he kept her squirting clit deep in his mouth. Grace nearly blacked out with bliss. It seemed a long time before her convulsions ended. Only then did Mark rise and gasp for breath. His face was flushed and gleaming with her come.
"Oh, Mark," Grace sighed, "that was so lovely. We can fuck now if you want."
"Uh-uh," he grinned. "I'm just getting started. I wanta make sure you never forget this afternoon."
"No danger of that," Grace moaned.
But Mark wasn't in the mood for chit-chat. Once more he plunged his face into her seething wet slit, and Grace squealed with delight as she felt his wet hot tongue rimming the gushing little mouth of her cunt. She let her legs fall wide open, and Mark accepted the invitation, plunging his thick tongue-meat right up her boiling snug box. Grace gave a hoarse cry of ecstasy when she felt her cunt stuffed with the slick meat.
"Ahhhhh, God, YES!" she wailed. "Put your-tongue in me, darling. Ohhh, that's so GOOD!"
The boy started to tongue-fuck her, jerking his tongue hard and fast in her gripping twat. Grace gurgled and whined with pleasure. Surely there couldn't be any more wonderful sensation than having her cunt stuffed and fucked with a man's thick hot tongue. Even the lewd slurping noise of his tongue-fucking excited her.
"Yes, yes, yes," Grace panted, "just a little more, darling, a little more. Oh, Mark, OHHHHHH!"
She was coming around his jerking tongue, her pussy slamming upward, her cream soaking his face. Mark cupped her pert writhing ass and held her in place, his tongue slamming deep in her convulsing box. Again Grace almost fainted, it felt so fantastically good, and her spasms went on and on. At last she lay still.
"Mark, that was marvelous," she sighed. "But don't you want to ball now?"
Mark didn't even raise his head from her soaked steamy slit. "No," he said in a muffled voice, "I'm not finished yet."
Grace felt his slick tongue teasing back and forth over her slick scarlet gash, and she settled back contentedly for more delicious pussy-eating. If he got off on it, she certainly wasn't going to complain. He could go on eating her all day, and she wouldn't complain. She quivered lustily as his tongue played all over her greedy wet pussy.
Then she felt his stiff tongue-tip pressing against the tiny clenched mouth of her asshole. Grace's face flamed. Pussy-eating was all very well and good, but this was something else. She felt it was very wicked and dirty of him to put his tongue on her brownie. She stiffened and pushed at his head, trying to dislodge him.
"Mark, no, not THERE," she gasped.
Mark ignored her. He cupped her small round ass and held her in place as he eagerly rimmed her wrinkled bumhole with his slippery stiff tongue-tip. Grace squeaked with alarm and pushed at his head again, but he wouldn't budge. The she felt his tongue easing right up her asshole.
"Mark, NO!" she cried. "No, it isn't right. Oh, God, ohhhh. OHHHHHHH!"
Even as she protested, she felt the most stunning pleasure of her life. She hadn't realized that her asshole had sexual feelings, that it was just as eager and responsive as her cunt. It felt positively wonderful to have Mark's slick tongue stuffing and probing her tight little brownie. She stopped pushing at his head. She flopped back on the grass and let him work his tongue clear to the root in her tiny hot asshole.
"Ahhhhhhh," Grace sighed.
She didn't care now how wicked and dirty it was-she wanted it. Mark bum-fucked her with his tongue, and she squealed with pleasure. Her cunt-cream boiled out to soak his chin. His tongue seemed to reach deep into her body, setting off powerful jolts of pleasure. As he tongued her faster and faster, she shrieked and began to come.
"EEEEEEEE!" Grace wailed, "Eat my ass, YES! EEEEEE!"
His tongue was still deep in her gripping asshole when her climax began to fade. He waited until she stopped writhing and moaning, till she was limp and gasping for breath. Then he raised his head and wiped her cream from his face. Looking up, Grace saw that his cock was rigid and heavy and leaking big drops of glistening cream.
"Now I'll fuck you," he panted.
"Yes, darling, yes," Grace said hoarsely.
He eased himself down on her and wedged the fat purple head of his cock into her soaked tight cunt-mouth. Mark and Grace whined together as his thick meat slowly filled her velvety wet hole. He eased it in slowly, deliciously, until at last his knobby cock-head touched her womb and his swollen hot balls came to rest against her pussy.
"Does that feel good?" he sighed.
"Ummmmm, yes," Grace moaned, "I love it."
"I thought so all the time," Mark laughed.
He started to fuck her, moving his steel-hard prick briskly up and down in her snug squeezing twat. It was just the kind of fast hard fucking she needed after all that tantalizing foreplay. She threw her legs around his sweaty back, opening herself completely to him. She forgot everything but the ecstasy of being fucked.
"I love it, I love it," Grace babbled. "Yes, fuck me, darling, fuck me hard! Ohhhh, it's so good."
"It sure as hell is," Mark moaned, "your cunt's so friggin' hot. Ohhhh, man."
Though he was hotly aroused and dying to get his rocks off, Mark managed to prolong their fucking, pumping away steadily for long delicious minutes. He wanted to prove to this beautiful older woman that he could ball her better than anyone. Grace gurgled with pleasure as she came again and again.
"Oh, Mark, you must be getting tired," she panted. "You must want to come."
"No, let's do it some more," the boy sighed.
Grace certainly wasn't going to argue. She could have gone on fucking him all day. She tightened her legs around his sweaty heaving back and blissfully took the tireless deep strokes of his hard thick cock. Dizzily she looked around at the trees and bushes and grass-and then she did a double take.
Tony was standing there watching them.
At first Grace thought she was having hallucinations. She looked again, and sure enough, there was Tony, standing about two yards from them, his eyes focused hotly on Mark's jerking ass. Then he saw that Grace was looking at him. He grinned. Grace blushed lobster-red, and her legs slipped from Mark's back.
"Mark-" she began.
But just at that moment Mark yelped and started to come. Grace didn't want to spoil it for him, so she kept still while the excited boy moaned and flooded her cunt with sizzling hot come. All the while Tony watched with obvious excitement, grinning lewdly. Grace felt overcome with shame.
"Awwww," Mark bawled, "AWWWWW!"
What a way to be caught! Grace was mortified. She'd told Tony she was too old for him, that she'd never fuck a young boy again-and now he'd found her with Mark, right in the act. As Mark sighed and went still, his limp wet prick slipping from her cunt, Tony moved closer, his face still lit with an evil leer.
"Mark," Grace said shakily, "we've got company."
"Huh?" Mark gasped. He rolled off her, saw Tony, and gawked. "Who the hell are you?" he growled. "And what do you think you're doing?"
"I came to see Grace," Tony said. "You're not the only one she's been balling. And I bet she's been giving you the same line of crap she's giving me-about how it's not right, how she'll never do it again. Yeah, this is a pretty interesting little game she's got going here."
Mark stared at Grace. "Is this true?" he said. "Have you been fucking him, too?"
Grace's face was red with shame. "I-I'm afraid it is, Mark," she said. "It was wrong, just as wrong as it was with you, but I did it."
Tony laughed harshly and said, "Let's just skip that bullshit about wrong and right. I want my turn with you, and I want it now."
Mark looked bitter. "Go ahead and have her," he said. "It doesn't matter to me."
"MARK!" Grace gasped.
"Aw, come off it, Grace," Mark said, moving away from her. "Don't start that respectable lady crap again. You've been balling us both, and we all know it. We're not gonna take no for an answer any more."
He went and sat a few feet away from her. Meanwhile Tony was eagerly stripping off his clothes. Grace stared in disbelief. Though she'd been starved for sex for some time now, she'd never dreamed of fucking two men in a row. It didn't seem right at all. Somehow she had to discourage Tony.
That wasn't going to be easy. The black-haired kid had an enormous hard-on. As he skinned out of his jeans his cock popped into view, hugging his belly tightly, the blue veins standing out, the head swollen and purple and oozing a stream of thick juice. Tony was urgently horny and not likely to leave her alone.
"Tony," she said nervously, "it isn't right to do it like this. If you could wait till tonight, when we can be alone-"
"Like hell," Tony snapped. "I want you now. And if you try to get away, I think your friend here will help me. How about it, man?"
"You bet," Mark said bitterly. "I wanta watch."
"Far out," Tony chuckled. "Watching is a real turn-on, I can tell you."
"Oh, my God," Grace moaned.
She saw that the two boys were determined to go through with the wicked orgy and that nothing she said would change their minds. If she was going to escape she'd have to do it now. She leaped to her feet and started running toward the back door of her house. If she could just get inside and lock the door, she'd be safe.
She didn't even get a yard away. Tony tackled her and brought her to the grass, knocking the breath out of her. Panting, he climbed onto her and tried to wriggle between her legs, his hard wet cock jabbing roughly against her bush. Grace crossed her legs and held them rigid so that he couldn't get to her cunt.
"No, nooo," she cried.
"Dammit, open your legs," Tony panted. "You fucked HIM. What difference does it make if you fuck me?"
"No, I won't do it," Grace sobbed. "It isn't right."
"Oh, shit," Tony sighed. "Looks like I'm gonna need some help."
"You got it," Mark said.
The blond boy hurried over and knelt behind Grace, holding her shoulders down firmly, pinning her to the grass. That left Tony free to force her legs open. Grace resisted with all her strength, but it was no use. She was no match for two husky and determined teenage boys. Tony slowly but steadily forced her legs apart till there was room to throw himself between her thighs.
"Oh, noooo," Grace sobbed.
There was nothing she could do. Tony was wriggling between her legs and wedging the hard wet head of his cock into her cunt-mouth. Her box was slick with her own juices and with Mark's come, and Tony's stiff prick slid easily inside, gliding right to her womb. His swollen nut sacs rubbed her pussy as he completed the rough thrust.
"Awwww, Christ, YEAH," Tony sighed. "Now you're gonna get fucked, bitch, whether you like it or not."
"You in, man?" Mark asked eagerly. "Yeah, I'm in," Tony said. "Jesus, she's hot and wet."
"Fuck her good," Mark said. "We don't want her to forget this."
"She won't," Tony panted, "I can guarantee that."
While Mark held her down, Tony began to ball her. As if intentionally trying to humiliate her, he did it slowly, prolonging the action as much as he could. He didn't lie on her but stayed on his knees so that Mark could watch the action. Grace had never felt so humiliated in her life.
She could see just what Mark saw-Tony's pale blue-veined dick gliding in and out between her plump scarlet pussy-lips. After a few thrusts his cock was wet and gleaming. With each deep plunge, his wiry black bush met her curly brown muff. It was an obscene display, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
"Hey, Grace," Tony taunted, "don't look so grim. We both know you love to fuck."
"That's right," Mark joined in, "you don't have to fake it, baby. You don't have any secrets from us."
Grace moaned, her face red with shame. She knew this was a nightmare of her own making, that she had no one to blame but herself. If she hadn't seduced these kids in the first place, she wouldn't be going through this humiliation. Why, why, hadn't she controlled herself? Why hadn't she waited for a suitable lover?
Tony was grinning evilly as he fucked her. He kept his eyes on her face the whole time, eagerly watching her reactions. Behind her she could hear Mark panting, obviously excited by what he saw. Tony's pale prick got wetter by the second, and slowly he increased the speed and pressure of his fucking.
That was Grace's undoing. The harder and faster he balled her, the better it felt. In spite of her shame, she was always receptive to a good hard fuck, and she felt her greedy little box tightening around his prick, felt her cunt-cream starting to gush around his meat. Helplessly she began to move her hips in time to his strokes.
"That's it, baby," Tony chuckled, "dig it. Get off on it. We wanta see you come."
"Noooo," Grace whined.
But her denial was feeble. She wanted Tony's cock, wanted his stiff steady fucking. Soon she gave up all pretense of resisting. Her pretty face twisted in a horny grimace, and her hot pussy-juice boiled around his dick. Tony grunted and pushed hard into her, his stiff shaft rubbing deliciously over her tender little clit.
"Ahhhhh," Grace moaned.
"She likes it now," Mark chuckled.
"You bet she does," Tony laughed.
Grace hated herself for her weakness, but she just had to come. Tony's steady hard fucking was driving her wild with need. Her teeth flashed as she panted with lust, and her eyes rolled crazily. Then-she stiffened. She felt something behind her, something stiff pressing against her shoulder. Mark, wildly excited by the scene, was getting another hard-on.
"Oh, man," he sighed, "don't take too long. I wanta ball her again!"
Tony snorted with laughter. "You can ball her right now if you want," he said. "She's got more than one hole. Watch."
He rolled onto his side, taking Grace with him. Mark got the idea instantly. He scurried to lie behind Grace, pressing the drooling head of his cock against her wrinkled brownie. Grace gasped with shock and disbelief as she felt the throbbing cock-meat gliding right up her asshole.
"Oh, NOOOO!" she wailed.
But Tony was holding her tightly, not letting her get away. Mark grunted and pushed, driving his cock as far as he could into her steamy little bumhole. Grace moaned loudly. She had two fat young cocks inside her now, working in rhythm, separated by just a thin wall of flesh. She had to admit that it felt fantastic.
"Oh, Christ," Mark whined, "so friggin' TIGHT!"
"Yeah, this is really far out," Tony chuckled.
Grace still couldn't believe what was happening to her. Never in her wildest fantasies had she imagined fucking two men at once. But as the excited boys worked their rigid pricks faster and faster in her cunt and asshole, she was swept away with dizzying pleasure. The morality of it didn't matter now. She only wanted to come.
"Oh, God, YES!" Grace cried. "Fuck me, FUCK ME!"
She groaned and began to come. Her velvety cunt gripped and milked Tony's cock, and the boy yelped and started to shoot his sizzling jism into her. Her searing-hot asshole, already deliciously snug, gripped hard around Mark's cock and triggered his orgasm. Grace felt the delicious gush of his come deep in her bowels.
She was still lying limp on the grass when the boys dressed and prepared to leave.
"Hey, Grace, that was fantastic," Tony said. "We'll have to do it again sometime."
"Yeah, really," Mark agreed. "We'll be back, baby. We'll be back real soon."
CHAPTER EIGHT
On Friday morning Grace woke up as horny as she'd ever been in her life. It didn't surprise her. She was learning that the more sex she got, the more she wanted. The only question was what to do about it. She couldn't spend the rest of her life seducing teenage boys.
Bill Masters was a very possible solution to the problem. If she were married again, settled down with one man she loved, her needs regularly satisfied, then she wouldn't have to look for men.
But would Bill be interested? She knew he was very attracted to her, very fond of her, but the idea of marriage seemed a little premature.
Nevertheless dating Bill was a step in the right direction. She simply had to start seeing older men. And she had to devise a way of getting her young lovers out of her life. She knew now that she couldn't be trusted around them. No matter how much she protested, she always gave in to them. The boys were becoming an addiction.
Of course there was another way to take care of her needs, something she'd never tried before. As Grace lay in bed that Friday morning, she wondered what it would be like to masturbate. It was against her principles, and during her marriage to Norman she'd never even considered it. But it might be better than taking risks with teenage boys.
Grace blushed at the thought, but she found her hand creeping up under her nightgown and touching the fine curls of her bush. If she succeeded in getting the boys out of her life, she'd need some source of relief till she found an older lover. Would it really be so wrong to bring herself off with her own hand?
Still blushing, Grace eased a finger between the furry lips of her bush and touched the moist little lump of her clit. She rubbed the little button gingerly. It felt nice. In fact it felt VERY nice. She still believed it was wrong to frig herself, but she was desperate. She needed sex very badly, and she was determined not to see her young lovers again.
She rubbed her hot throbbing clit harder, faster. She had to admit that it felt awfully damned good. Sighing, she opened her legs a little wider and took her moist joy button between her fingers. She kneaded it steadily. Her cunt-cream started to trickle out, moistening her thighs. Yes, in spite of her scruples, this just might be a good idea.
"Ummmmm," Grace murmured.
Her frigging felt better and better. As she kneaded the moist hot lump of her clit, her pussy-juice began to soak her hand. But there was something missing. She wanted something stiff and long in her cunt. Still kneading her clit, she reached down with her free hand and slid a finger up her slick snug twat. It felt marvelous, especially when she jerked her finger up and down the satiny passage.
"Ohhhhh," Grace sighed.
Yes, it was good, but still not good enough. Her stiff middle finger wasn't nearly as big as a real cock. She slid another finger into her seething wet box. That was better, but she found that three fingers were just right. She worked them roughly, swiftly in her juicy little hole, and with her other hand she frigged her clit faster and faster.
"Oh, God," she gasped.
Now she could understand why people played with themselves. It was naughty, it was wicked, but it felt great. She had hours and hours before her date with Bill, and she might not get laid even then. She had to do something about her nagging lust. Her shame and guilt faded quickly as she worked her clit and cunt faster and faster.
Oooooo," Grace squealed, "OOOOOO!"
It didn't take her long to find out just where and how to frig herself. The three stiff plunging fingers felt just like a cock in her boiling little twat, and her pleasure was doubled if she massaged her little moist clit at the same time. Within minutes she was hovering on the edge of a much-needed climax.
"Yes, yes, yes," she panted.
She arched her pussy upward and frigged herself even harder. Her hands were soaked with cunt-juice by now, and she was whining and moaning steadily. My God, she thought, if only I'd tried this six months ago! It was so delicious that she knew she'd be coming in a few seconds.
Then the doorbell rang.
"Oh, SHIT!" Grace cried.
Quickly, blushing, she wiped her sticky fingers on the sheet, jumped out of bed, and threw on a robe. She felt dizzy with frustrated lust as she hurried down the hall to the living room. Of all the times to be interrupted! Expecting some door-to-door salesman, Grace angrily flung open the front door.
"Hi, there," Jimmy said. Grace moaned. "Jimmy, why aren't you in school?" she said. "You could get in big trouble doing things like this."
"You forgot-it's summer vacation," the red-haired kid said with a big grin. "I've got all day before my paper route. We can have a whole lot of-fun."
"Jimmy-" Grace began.
But the boy brushed past her and strolled into the house. Grace sighed, closed the door, and turned to face him. "Now, listen, Jimmy," she said sternly, "I've tried and tried to make it clear to you-I don't want to see you any more."
Jimmy just grinned and untied her robe. It fell open to show her sheer white nightgown. His eyes widened in lusty excitement as he saw the dark outline of her bush and nipples. Grace gasped and jerked away, but Jimmy held onto her robe and whirled her right out of it.
"Jimmy, how dare you!" she cried.
Again he just grinned and started after her. Grace gave a squeal of alarm and backed away-right into the wall. Then Jimmy was pressing up against her, his hot hands cupping her big thrusting tits. Through the thin filmy material of her nightgown she could feel his palms starting to sweat with lusty excitement.
"Just let me play with your boobs," the boy panted. "Come on, Grace, just a little. Touching can't hurt."
Grace moaned and slumped against the wall. She'd been so hotly horny when Jimmy rang the doorbell that she responded instantly to his touch. His hands seemed to burn into her big throbbing boobs, and her eager pussy was trickling steamy juice down her inner thighs, ye squeezed and molded her heavy jugs, thumbed her tender nipples.
If only she'd had a chance to bring herself off before he arrived! Then her lust would be satisfied and she'd be able to resist him. But he'd caught her at the worst possible moment, quivering on the very brink of orgasm. Cheated of that urgently needed climax, she was all too vulnerable to his caresses.
"Please, Jimmy, no!" she panted.
"I don't know why you always say that," Jimmy grinned. "We always fuck anyway, and you always like it."
Grace blushed furiously. It seemed as if all the boys had her number. And it was true that she always gave in to them. She'd degenerated into a dirty old woman, an easy, mark for horny teenage boys. She felt deeply ashamed of herself. But that didn't stop the fiery lust in her pussy, and it didn't make her want Jimmy any the less.
Then Jimmy abandoned her big throbbing tits and quickly slipped his hands up under her nightgown. Grace gasped, but she wasn't fast enough to stop him. She felt one eager hot hand caressing her fluffy little bush, the other cupping her molten-hot slit. She groaned and flooded his palm with sticky steamy cunt-cream.
"Yeah, you want it, all right," Jimmy chuckled. "Oh, God, what am I doing?" Grace moaned.
That didn't require an answer. They both knew quite well what she was doing-getting hotly, hopelessly turned on. Jimmy caressed her drooling pussy, rubbing his hand back and forth over the slick searing flesh, and Grace went limp and yielding. Her heavy pussy-juice drenched his hand and gushed down her thighs.
Jimmy knew he was practically home free, and he got bolder, tickling her plump wet clit with the tip of his finger, teasing the mouth of her cunt with another finger. Grace moaned hoarsely and creamed again and again. She could feel her molten cunt-juice running right down to her ankles. She'd never been more eager in her life to be fucked.
Jimmy grinned and eased his stiff middle finger up her gushing little twat.
"Oh, God, YES!" Grace whined. "Yes, put your finger in me, darling, Frig me. YES!"
She was ashamed of her wanton words, but she couldn't control herself a second longer. She just had to come. She'd die if she didn't get off. Jimmy stuck his finger into her hard and deep, then began to finger-fuck her very fast. Grace moaned and took it blissfully.
"Yes, yes, YES," she cried, "make me come, Jimmy. I need it. Oh, yessss."
But Jimmy had ideas of his own. He kept on working his stiff finger in her juicy little cunt-hole, but with his free hand he unzipped his fly and brought out his stiff young cock. He pushed Grace's nightgown up to her waist, leaned tight against her, and eased his hard-on between her thighs. She felt the hard moist head of his cock touching her clit, rubbing deliciously.
"No, Jimmy, we mustn't, she groaned.
But she knew she wasn't going to stop him. He whipped his finger out of her hot wet cunt and shoved his cock inside. Grace felt the delicious stuffing and gasped blissfully. The boy worked his swollen meat all the way in, till his balls touched her soaked slit, and then he began to slam his cock furiously in her snug box.
As hotly aroused as she was, it didn't take her long to come. In fact she'd never climaxed faster in her life. She'd taken perhaps a dozen hard deep strokes of the boy's cock when the powerful orgasm exploded inside her. Her twat-muscles gripped his jerking meat, and her cream gushed around him.
"OHHHHH!" Grace shrieked.
"Awwwww," Jimmy whined, "shit, YEAH!"
His come jetted into her, overflowed her convulsing box, and streamed down her legs. He hammered his meat in her till it went limp and slipped from her soaked little hole. Grace slumped against the wall, panting. Jimmy backed off with a big grin and zipped up his jeans.
"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" he chuckled. "I don't know why you always have to fight it. But I guess it doesn't matter-we always end up balling anyhow. I'll be around to see you again real soon."
"Oh, my God," Grace moaned.
After Jimmy left, she wept with shame. There seemed to be no end to her insane lust, nothing she could do to resist her teenage lovers. Yet something had to be done. She could actually go to jail for fucking minor boys, and even if she wasn't arrested, her reputation would be ruined. She didn't trust any of the boys not to brag.
"I've got to stop this," Grace wept, "I've just got to."
She stumbled off to the shower and washed away the traces of her guilt, all the sticky wet evidence. Not that it made her feel any less ashamed. In fact the cool stinging water didn't even make her feel less horny. One climax was seldom enough for her any more. She'd come like a bomb with Jimmy, but already she wanted to get off again.
"Hell," Grace muttered.
She was drying herself off when the doorbell rang again. There wasn't time to look for a clean robe, so she wrapped the big bath towel around herself and hurried to the front door. More cautious this time, she opened it just a crack and saw Mark standing there, an expectant grin on his face. Grace squeaked and tried to push the door shut, but he was too fast for her.
Mark pushed the door open so hard that Grace lost her balance and landed hard on her ass. Before she could get up, he was in the living room, closing the door and locking it. He kicked off his sneakers, pulled off his t-shirt, and was unzipping his jeans when Grace finally caught her breath.
"Now just a damned minute," she sputtered. "I didn't invite you in. I didn't say I was going to make love. You have a lot of nerve."
Mark let his pants drop. "Yeah," he grinned, "I have a lot of nerve."
Grace gawked at his cock. It was rigid and flat against his belly, the feathery little blue veins standing out against the milky-white shaft. The head of his prick was huge with engorgement, purple and gleaming, and his rosy hairless balls were full and round. Grace moaned softly. God help her, she wanted him-wanted him urgently.
"No games this time, okay?" Mark said. "Let's just have a nice friendly fuck."
Grace got shakily to her feet, clutching the bath towel around her. "Mark," she said, "I'm not going to do it. I-OH!"
Mark grabbed the towel and whipped it away, leaving her naked. His eyes gleamed lustily as he ogled her superb body. Grace started to back away from him. She couldn't disgrace herself a second time that day, she just couldn't. Yet it seemed impossible to take her eyes off his handsome young cock which wagged stiffly before him.
The back of her knees hit the couch, and before she could move away Mark was on her, pushing her down, eagerly pawing her silky warm body. Grace screamed and struggled, and they wrestled around on the couch. His drooling cock kept stabbing her, driving her wild with need, but her conscience demanded that she put up a fight.
"Mark, no," she panted, "I don't want to."
"Like hell," he laughed. "You always want it."
Grace blushed with mortification. Jimmy had said the same thing-no matter how she protested, they always ended up balling. And even as she struggled desperately with Mark, her cunt was aching for his rigid pale prick. At last he rolled her over onto her belly and lay down on her, pinning her with his superior weight.
"You want it, all right," he said. "I bet you stop fighting after I do THIS!"
He shoved his cock into her from behind. He rammed it into her roughly, pushing all the way to her womb in one savage thrust. Grace screamed with pleasure. It felt wonderful to have her aching little twat stuffed full of thick throbbing cock. As Mark had predicted, she stopped fighting. She moaned and dug her nails into the couch.
"Now you want it, don't you?" he taunted.
"Yes," Grace whined. "Oh, God, yes."
"Then beg me for it, bitch," he hissed. "I'm not moving till you ask me."
Grace moaned with frustration. His thick young cock was fully into her, stretching and stuffing her frantically needy twat, yet it didn't do her any good if he held still. She didn't want to act like a slut, and yet she just had to have him. Her famished cunt gripped his meat, but she couldn't get the movement and friction she craved.
"Please, Mark," she whined.
"Please what?" he said.
"Oh, God," Grace sighed. "Please fuck me, Mark. Please do it to me. I need it. PLEASE!" "That's better," he said.
He began to ball her savagely, ramming his cock brutally against her womb, his belly smacking loudly against her ass. Grace didn't mind his roughness in the least. In fact it was exactly what she needed. Her lust had built to such a pitch that only this near-rape would satisfy her. She screeched blissfully and clawed the couch.
"Ohhhh, yes, YES!" she cried. "Fuck me hard! Oh, God, Mark, I love it. OHHHH!"
"I knew you would, bitch," he panted.
He fucked her so hard that her gushing cunt-cream was forced out by his meat, splattering his belly and balls. Grace found herself craving more and more of his violence, and she jerked her hungry pussy in time to his strokes. In less than a minute she felt a powerful climax exploding inside her. Mark whinnied shrilly as her cunt gripped and milked his swollen dick.
"I'm coming," Grace whined, "I'M COMING!'
"Me, too," Mark gasped. "Oh, CHRIST!"
She whimpered ecstatically as his jism boiled into her. He humped her a few more seconds, and then his prick went limp and slipped out of her. Grace collapsed on her belly, still writhing in climax. By the time she finished, Mark was dressed and standing at the front door.
"I gotta run," he said, grinning, "but I'll be back tomorrow."
"Mark, I won't let you in," Grace said weakly-but he was already out the door.
"Oh, my God, what's the matter with me?" she sobbed.
She got up and walked dizzily to the portable bar and made herself a strong whiskey and water. She gulped it down and made another. She needed the liquor to dull her awful feeling of guilt. She feared she was becoming nothing but a slut, that she'd never be able to control her passions. And that could only lead to disaster if she kept fucking young boys.
Suddenly the front door swung open.
Grace dropped her glass and whirled around. Tony was standing in the doorway, and when he caught sight of her, naked and blushing, he grinned broadly. He stepped inside and closed the door. Grace moaned.
"I didn't bother to knock," Tony said. "I saw Mark leaving, so I figured you'd be here."
Grace swayed dizzily. Was the rest of her life going to be like this? Would she be nothing more than a sex toy for every horny boy she met? She'd gotten herself into a worse fix than she'd imagined. Now Jimmy, Mark and Tony felt free to walk into her house any time they wanted her, certain that she'd go to bed with them.
She didn't want to live that way. It wasn't even worth the sexual satisfaction. She felt like dirt. And her shame deepened as Tony confidently began to take off his clothes. She knew she was a slut to him, a free lay, and that he didn't give a damn about her feelings. None of them did. They were interested in her cunt and nothing else.
"Tony," she said wearily, "you can't just walk in here without knocking. You can't expect me always to be ready for you."
"Why not?" he said. "You always were before."
He was quickly out of his clothes, and Grace stared at his stiff young prick. It wagged lewdly before him as he crossed the room, seized her by the wrist, and led her over to the couch. She had no will to resist. He'd overpower her anyway if she struggled. It seemed best just to do it and get it over with.
Tony sat down on the edge of the couch and forced Grace to her knees before him.
"Suck my cock," he ordered.
Grace felt a surge of anger. "Who the hell do you think you are?" she cried. "You can't just order me around."
"Oh, yes, I can," Tony snarled. "How'd you like it if everybody in town knew what you've been doing? I can tell them how you ball teenage guys."
Grace went pale. This was just what she'd feared-that the boys would blackmail her into continuing to fuck them. And she had no choice but to obey. She couldn't bear the scandal and humiliation if her friends and neighbors found out. Tony had her number, and he knew it. Sobbing, Grace took his thick throbbing cock and eased it into her mouth.
"That's better," Tony sighed. "Suck it good, baby. Suck it hard."
Grace obeyed mechanically. Her glossy brown hair flew as she worked her mouth swiftly up and down his silky meat. The thick drooling head of his dick rammed again and again into her throat, and the fat shaft of his cock stretched her lips painfully. She didn't care. All she could think of was the hopeless mess she'd gotten herself into.
"Faster," Tony whined, "harder."
Grace obeyed. What choice did she have? She knew, too, that Mark and Jimmy would soon get the same idea, threatening to tell on her unless she did everything they wanted. She'd be their sex slave forever, or until they got tired of her. And she had no one to blame but herself.
"Awww, Christ, YEAH!" Tony bleated. "You're sucking me real good, baby."
Grace wished she could share his excitement, but she felt nothing. Tony's cruel blackmail had cured her, once and for all, of her lust for young boys. But ironically the cure had come too late. Now that she didn't want her young lovers any more, she couldn't get away from them.
Tony seized her head, holding it in place, and began to fuck her mouth, ramming his rock-hard cock-head viciously into her throat. "Take it, cunt," he panted, "take my meat. Yeah, eat my come. AWWWWW!"
Grace choked and gagged, but she couldn't escape his hammering cock or the fiery rush of his come. She was forced to swallow it all. Tony whined and jerked his meat in her throat till he was finished. Then he slipped his limp dick from her mouth and grinned triumphantly.
"You're never gonna turn me down again, are you, bitch?" he said.
Grace shook her head and burst into tears. She could see no way out now.
CHAPTER NINE
After Tony left, Grace put on an old terrycloth bathrobe and made herself another strong drink. She flopped on the couch and tried to figure a way out of her awful dilemma, but no answers came to her. It looked as though her young lovers could blackmail her into doing anything they wanted.
"Oh, God," Grace moaned, "what have I gotten myself into?"
She burst into tears, and she was still crying half an hour later when the doorbell rang again.
Miserably Grace went to the door and opened it, expecting one of the boys again-and there was Bill Masters, all dressed up in a suit, the first time she'd seen him out of uniform in years.
"Bill," Grace gasped, "oh, my God. I'm sorry. I completely forgot about our date."
"Never mind that," Bill said, looking at her with deep concern. "You've been crying. Come on inside and tell me what's the matter."
The big burly cop put a massive arm around her shoulders and led her back into the house. They sat down on the couch, and Grace couldn't help crying again. What in God's name was she going to tell Bill? She realized now that her involvement with the boys would ruin any chance she might have had with him. She wasn't fit for such a good man.
"Take it easy, honey," Bill said, patting her gently. "Just ^'TI down and tell me all about it."
"I can't," ^race sobbed. "It's too awful."
"Listen," Bill sighed, "I'm a cop, and I've seen everything. Nothing shocks me. I want you to get this off your chest, Grace-so just fire away. I'll make us a couple of drinks."
While he was at the portable bar, Grace debated just what to tell him. Since her chances with him were doomed already, why not tell him the truth? He'd be disgusted with her, of course, but at least as a policeman he might have some advice for her about how to escape the boys' blackmail. That was better than nothing.
Bill handed her another drink and sat down again. "Okay," he said, "I want the whole story."
Grace took a deep breath and began. "Well, Bill, after Norman died, I got along without a man for quite some time, but I guess it finally caught up with me."
Nervously, blushing hotly, she managed to tell him all about her involvement with Tony, Mark and Jimmy. She didn't spare herself, either. She made it clear that it was her own uncontrollable lust which had started the whole thing. She couldn't look at Bill as she spoke, however, terrified of the repulsion she'd see in his face.
"Well, that's it," she concluded, taking a big gulp of her drink. "I know it's all pretty disgusting, and I wouldn't blame you if you never wanted to see me again."
She finally risked looking at him. The broad-shouldered balding policeman simply had a blank expression, a look she couldn't read. But she noticed something else for the first time-Bill Masters actually was attractive. His powerful virility did more to turn her on than all the adolescent good looks she'd ever seen. And it was too late, dammit.
Finally Bill sighed and said, "Jesus, Grace, I wished you'd called me before you got involved with those punk kids. I've been wanting to get into your pants for years."
Grace blushed beet red. "Bill," she gasped, "did I hear you right?"
"Yep," he said calmly. "For years, even when Norman was alive, I wanted to ball you. I've always had a letch for you, baby. Hell, I would have kept you more satisfied than all those kids. I'd have fucked you silly every day."
Grace began to giggle. "Bill Masters," she said, "I think you're deliberately trying to embarrass me. I've never heard you use that kind of language before."
Bill broke into a grin. "Anything for a laugh," he said. "I just wanted to see you smile again, honey."
Grace hung her head. "Does that mean that some day you can forgive me for what I did?" she said.
"Hell, I forgive you right now," Bill said.
Grace stared at him. "But, Bill, how can you say that?" she cried "After the awful way I behaved, how can you possibly forgive me? I was sure you'd never want to see me again."
Bill took her gently by the shoulders. "Honey, I understand why you did it," he said. "I did some pretty crazy stuff myself after my divorce. I fooled around with young girls, but that wasn't what I wanted in the long run. I don't think you want young kids, either."
Grace shuddered. "No, I don't."
"Then let's just forget the past," Bill said. "We can start from right now. And here's what I want to do right now."
He kissed her, pulling her snugly against his huge hard chest, working his thick tongue deep into her mouth. Grace melted against him, and soon her tongue was tickling his. She felt no shame with Bill, no fear or guilt. There was nothing in the world to prevent them from getting together, and he could be both a lover and a friend.
His hard confident kiss quickly excited her, and she felt the familiar melting sensation in her pussy. She clung to the big cop, kissing him as passionately as he kissed her. She knew instinctively that he had everything she wanted, that if things worked out between them she'd never have to look at another man again.
At last Bill broke the kiss and sighed, "Man, I've wanted to do that for years."
"You devil," Grace said, "Norman was your best friend."
"That's right," Bill said, "and I never would have made a play for you while he was alive. But that didn't keep me from wanting you."
"And you still want me?" Grace said wonderingly.
"More than ever, baby," Bill replied. "And here's something else I've been wanting to do for years."
He started to slip her robe down off her shoulders. Grace reddened, knowing she didn't have a stitch of clothing on under the robe. But she didn't stop him. Anything this man wanted, she'd give willingly. Bill's eyes widened excitedly as he discovered she wasn't wearing a bra. He slipped the robe off her arms, leaving her naked to the waist.
"Jesus," he sighed, "your tits are even more gorgeous than I imagined."
He ogled the big creamy-white globes and dainty little rosy-red nipples. Grace was blushing, but she didn't feel ashamed, just a little shy. Bill reached out with his two big paws and cupped her warm silky jugs ever so gently. Even that slight contact excited Grace wildly, and she felt her cunt starting to seep hot sticky juice.
"I wanta play with your boobs, baby,," Bill said hoarsely. "I wanta touch them and feel them. I hope that's okay."
"Of course, Bill," Grace sighed.
He cupped her heavy hot jugs more firmly. Slowly he began to move his hands all over the satiny hot flesh. He didn't fumble or paw like the boys had done. His touch was slow and sure and expert. Grace shivered with horny pleasure. She wondered if the rest of his love-making would be so good. She prayed she'd soon find out.
"Beautiful," Bill said softly, "most beautiful pair I ever saw."
Grace said nothing. She felt beyond words. She just slumped back against the couch and let him play with her tits, sighing softly as his gentle but confident touch got her more and more aroused. He passed his thumbs over her soft tender nipples in a feathery touch that made her quiver with excitement.
She looked down and watched in amazement as her soft little nipples slowly went stiff and throbbing under his light gentle touch. Erect, they were twice as sensitive, and she moaned as he rubbed the dainty red buds. Her cunt was leaking more heavily now, her pussy getting hot and swollen and eager.
"Ummm, that feels so nice," she sighed. "I like you to play with my tits, Bill."
It was his turn to blush. "You really mean that?' he said. "You're not just trying to make me feel good? I know I'm not the sexiest dude in the world."
"Darling, you're sexy to me," Grace said with a mischievous grin. "You wouldn't believe how sexy."
Had she been a little more bold, she would have slipped his hand right down into her steamy little pussy to show him how wet and excited she was. But he caught the sincerity in her voice. He smiled and then bent down to kiss her big swollen jugs. His kiss was as gentle as his touch and just as hotly exciting.
He flicked her stiff rosy nipples with the slick tip of his tongue, and Grace sighed. She loved his prolonged unhurried foreplay. It gave her plenty of time to get hot and horny and ready-not that she wasn't aching for his cock already now. But it was delicious just to lie back and have him expertly arouse her.
"I'd like to see all of you," Bill said, reaching for the belt of her robe.
Grace reddened but replied, "Go ahead, Bill. I want you to."
His big hands shook a little as he untied the belt of her robe. He'd been fantasizing about this woman for years, making love to her in his dreams, and now he was about to see her naked for the first time. He got the belt undone and then drew open her robe. She wasn't wearing panties. She wasn't wearing anything at all.
"Oh, Christ," Bill sighed, "you're gorgeous."
He took in the sweet little glossy brown triangle of her muff, her small firm waist, her slim but curvy hips. He admired her good long legs, big pointed tits, and flawless satiny skin. She was everything he'd dreamed about-and more. He bent down and adoringly kissed the soft fragrant curls of her bush.
Grace moaned softly. She knew now that they were going to go all the way, that they'd be fucking tonight, and she was powerfully excited. But like Bill she didn't want to rush their first time together. They had the whole night. They could take their time, tantalize and tease and arouse each other.
Bill was still nosing into her curly little bush. "Now just a minute," she teased. "This isn't fair. I don't have a stitch of clothes on, and you're still dressed. If that isn't male chauvinism, I don't know what is."
He raised his head and grinned. "You're damned right I'm a chauvinist," he said. "If I have to take my clothes off, I want you to undress me."
Grace blushed but smilingly obeyed. She slipped off the couch, leaving her robe behind, and went to her knees before him. She quickly removed his shoes and socks, then his jacket and shirt and tie. She wanted to get to the interesting part, the part she'd been wondering about. Her hands trembled excitedly as she unbuckled his belt and opened his fly.
Bill obligingly raised his ass as she drew his pants down, but to her disappointment there was one more obstacle, his jockey shorts. Impatiently she tugged them off, too. Then she sat back"on her heels and stared. She really hadn't expected to be so impressed.
Bill Masters was perhaps forty-five, but he was in superb shape, heavily muscled, not an ounce of flab, his powerful chest thickly matted with brown curls. That was exciting enough, but what really impressed Grace was his cock. She'd never seen a bigger one, hadn't even dreamed a cock could be that huge.
His eight-inch dick rose stiffly from a nest of crisp brown curls. The massive pale pole seemed as thick as her wrist, and the swollen purple head looked as big as a doorknob. His rosy brown furred nut sacs looked enormous, too, as big as baseballs to her wondering eyes. She felt her cunt go hot and excited as she thought of taking that gigantic stiff prick.
"Quit staring," Bill teased, "you're embarrassing me."
Grace blushed and said, "Oh, I'm sorry. It's just that-well, I never saw such a big cock before."
"Why, thank you, ma'am," Bill chuckled, "but instead of just looking at it, why don't you play with it?"
"I don't mind if I do," Grace laughed.
She sat beside him again and eagerly reached down to curl her fingers around his huge pale prick. It was so large, and her hand so small, that her fingers barely met around the enormous shaft. Grace quivered with horny excitement when she felt the taut silky flesh, the radiating heat, and the iron hardness of his big cock. He made her teenage lovers look like dwarves.
Slowly, hungrily, she slid her hand up and down the rock-hard shaft of his cock. Bill sighed deeply, and little bright droplets of cock-juice appeared in the slit mouth of his prick head. As she pumped him, more hot juice bubbled out and trickled down his swollen dick to wet her fingers. Impulsively, Grace bent down and lapped up a few of the tasty bubbles.
"Oh, Jesus," Bill groaned. "Baby, that feels great. Do it some more, okay?"
"I'd love to," Grace purred.
She felt a hot rush of saliva to her mouth at the very idea of eating his cock. She knelt and bent low over his lap, bringing her lips down to kiss and caress the drooling purple head of his prick. She teased him for a moment, darting out her little pink tongue and wriggling the slick tip into the dribbling mouth of his cock-head.
"Oh, baby, YEAH," Bill sighed.
Grace used her moist little tongue-tip to ream out and lap up all his bubbling salty juice. Then she began licking slowly, teasingly, down the huge hard stalk of his cock, making it gleam with her spit. She tongued every inch of the milky-pale blue-veined flesh, while Bill moaned softly. She licked lower, right through his crisp brown bush and onto his huge swollen balls.
"Christ, yes," he gasped, "lick my nuts, too."
Grace didn't have to be urged. She wanted to lick and taste him everywhere. She eagerly tongued and lashed his hot furry nut sacs, and Bill groaned with lusty pleasure. When she had the two hot bags gleaming with her saliva, she worked her way up again, through his bush, up his hard pulsing shaft, and onto the sensitive purple head of his cock.
"Aren't you getting tired?" he asked with concern.
''No," Grace said huskily. "I haven't done everything I want to do yet."
"Well, you're the driver," Bill chuckled.
But he didn't anticipate what she had in mind for him next. He gasped with surprise and pleasure when Grace opened her mouth as wide as possible and sucked in the enormous hard head of his cock. She sucked strongly, deeply, wanting to take in his whole prick, but the eight-inch pole was so long that she could get only half of it into her mouth.
She quickly solved the problem by swallowing his cock.
"JESUS!" Bill yelped.
Half his prick was in her hot wet mouth and half was down her steamy silk-lined throat. Grace didn't choke or feel afraid. She loved this man and was totally relaxed with him. She took his prick in till his fuzzy balls rubbed her chin, and then she sucked loud and hard and ravenously on his thick tasty meat.
"Oh, my God," Bill groaned, "you took it all, you fantastic little bitch. That feels GREAT! Oh, baby, OHHHH!"
It was highly exciting to Grace to turn him on like that, and she continued her noisy hard sucking while he moaned and writhed. His hot cock-juice dribbled down her throat, and his gigantic shaft stretched her lips grotesquely, but she didn't mind at all. She adored the taste of his cock and could have gone on blowing him for hours.
But finally Bill called a halt. "You better quit now, honey," he panted. "Don't wanta come in your mouth. Wanta save that hard-on for something better."
Grace reluctantly let his massive prick slip from her throat and mouth. She'd hardly released him before Bill rolled her onto her back and pushed her legs wide open. He gawked hungrily at her pretty red slit and its dainty fringe of glossy brown curls. Grace trembled with horny anticipation.
"You deserve a reward, honey," Bill said hoarsely. "I never had my cock sucked so good before."
He plunged his face into her pussy. His tongue, like the rest of him, was huge and muscular. Grace felt it lapping all over her supersensitive gash, and she shrieked with pleasure. To her delight, Bill could do everything her young lovers had done-and do it better. Right away she discovered that he was an expert pussy-eater.
"Ooooo, yesss," she moaned, "yes, darling, eat meee."
He tasted and lashed and lapped her little red clit, the plump steamy lips of her pussy, the oozing little mouth of her cunt, and even the wrinkled mouth of her asshole. He made a loud lewd slurping noise as he ate her, but that only excited her more. She kept her legs wide open and drawn back at the knees, eagerly offering him her whole swollen slit.
"Yes, yes, YES," Grace squealed. "Oh, darling, I love it."
Bill clamped his lips around the fat little shaft of her clit and sucked the moist button into his mouth. His hot saliva bathed it and his slick tongue lashed it. Grace screeched with bliss and creamed hotly all over his chin. He sucked hungrily and loudly on her tender joy button till she was whimpering on the very edge of climax.
But then he released her clit and said in a muffled voice, "Don't want to spoil you."
Grace giggled, "You're not going to let me come?"
"Nope," he replied, "I'm saving that."
Then he was tonguing lower in her searing-hot pussy, snaking his thick tongue into the steamy wet folds of her cunt-lips and making her squeal with pleasure. He rimmed the mouth of her cunt, lapping up her fragrant juice as fast as it gushed out. He ate her as eagerly as she'd eaten him. Grace was almost faint with ecstasy.
But that dizzying pleasure was minor compared to what she felt when he started easing his big thick tongue right up her snug little box. His muscular tongue-meat felt as big as the average cock, deliciously stuffing her tight little hole, reaching easily to her womb. Grace almost rose right off the couch.
"OOOOO!" she wailed. "My God, YES, put your tongue in me, darling! Oh, God, it's wonderful."
Bill proceeded to fuck her with his tongue, jerking the thick slippery meat furiously up and down in her juicy gripping cunt. Grace whined and clawed the couch as her ecstasy took her higher and higher towards orgasm. But he was careful not to let her come. At the crucial moment he slipped his tongue out of her.
"Oh, God," Grace whimpered. "You don't want to come, do you?" Bill teased. "Yes, I do, dammit," she whined. "Fuck me now, Bill, PLEASE. I have to have it."
"Well, if you insist," he chuckled. "Let's go in the bedroom," she said eagerly. "We'll be more comfortable."
As they hurried down the hall, an awful thought occurred to her. "Oh, Bill," she said, "what will we do if those boys come back? They could make a lot of trouble for me."
"Well, now," he said calmly, "when you marry me, you'll have a new name and a new house. They'll never find you."
"Marry you?" Grace squeaked. "Yep, you heard me right," Bill said. He gave her a smart smack on the ass. "Now get your tail in that bedroom, woman. I'm so horny I could die."
"Yes, SIR," Grace laughed. They hurried into the bedroom, as eager as a pair of horny teenagers, and leaped onto the bed, making the springs groan and squeal. Grace rolled onto her back and opened her legs wide. Bill knelt between her silky hot thighs and aimed his gigantic cock at the moist little mouth of her cunt.
Grace wondered for one panicked moment if she could take a cock that big. But as Bill eased down on her and his prick glided into her, she knew there'd be no problem. His huge thick cock felt fantastically good in her long-starved cunt. In fact only a cock that big, and that expertly used, could make up for her lonely months of longing.
"Ohhhh, Bill, YES," she moaned, "put it in me! It feels so good."
Bill whined with pleasure as he slowly stuffed her wonderfully tight little cunt. At last he was fucking the woman of his dreams, and her box was every bit as snug and wet and hot as he'd hoped. As his drooling cock-head touched her womb, they groaned and clung to each other.
"Fuck me, fuck me," Grace babbled.
"Wait a minute," Bill said. "You didn't say whether you'd marry me or not."
"Of course I will," Grace panted. "Now will you for God's sake BALL me?"
"Well, you might not want to marry me," Bill said, delaying maddeningly. "I do depraved things."
"Like what?" Grace gasped.
"I eat crackers in bed," he confessed.
"Bring on the crackers," she sighed.
"In a minute," he said, starting to move his cock in her, "in a minute . . ."
