Chapter 1
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.