Chapter 5
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.
"Oh, CHRIST!" Jimmy gasped.
"Oooooo!" Grace wailed, "OOOOOOO! Yes, fuck me, Jimmy, fuck me HARD!"
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.