Chapter 2
"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.