Chapter 9
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 . . ."