Chapter 4
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 . . .