Chapter 6
"Please, Mrs. Walker, can't we do it one more time?" the red-haired boy begged.
"Jimmy, for heaven's sake," Grace sighed. "It's getting late. You still have to collect for your papers, and I'm sure you don't want to miss your dinner."
"Naw, I suppose not," Jimmy sighed. "But I sure wish we could have done it just one more time."
Grace gawked at the kid while he dressed" He'd fucked her four times in a row, and now he wanted more. It was hard to believe his energy. But then this had been his first time with a woman, and that might account for his enthusiasm. Grace herself was satisfied-and exhausted.
"I'll see you again soon, Mrs. Walker," Jimmy said as he left.
"Umm-hmm, of course, dear," Grace said absently.
Her thoughts were elsewhere. Jimmy had hardly walked out the door before she burst into tears of shame. After all her good resolutions, she'd done it again-seduced a boy young enough to be her son. Grace was beginning to be afraid of herself.
"I won't do it again," she wept, "I swear I won't."
But that was the same vow she'd taken that morning, and how could she be sure she wouldn't break it again? She seemed powerless to control herself when she was around attractive young men. She felt caught in a nightmare of her own making, unable to escape the lusty boys to whom she'd so wantonly given her body.
The phone rang, and Grace moved to answer it. She recognized the voice right away-Bill Masters, her big policeman friend. Her face lit up.
"Why, Bill," she said, "so nice of you to call."
"I just wanted to check on you," he said. "I'm sorry I couldn't get over this week, but I've been pretty busy. Is everything okay with you, kid?"
Grace thought quickly. She was sure that last time Bill had visited he'd wanted to ask her out but had lost his nerve. Maybe she should prompt him. He was divorced, her own age, and obviously fond of her. Bill Masters just might be the answer to all her problems.
"I'm just fine, Bill," she said, "except I get a little lonely sometimes. Perhaps some night you and I could go out for dinner."
"I think that's a great idea," Bill said eagerly. "How about this Friday night? Pick you up around seven?"
"Why, yes, Bill, that would be fine," Grace said, "I look forward to it."
So he really had wanted to ask her out. She could tell by the delighted tone of his voice. After hanging up, Grace wondered just how it would be to have a real date with a man her own age. She hadn't done that for twenty years. But Friday was two days away, and at least she'd have time to prepare herself. Two days should be enough to let her young friends know that she never intended to see them again.
"It's going to be all right now," she told herself. "I'll have Bill. I won't need the others."
Grace put on a lounging robe, made herself some dinner, and then settled down for a quiet evening of television. It all seemed so peaceful and sensible. There was just one catch. Before very long she felt herself getting horny again. There was no mistaking that aching, swollen feeling in her pussy. And as time dragged on, the need got stronger.
Grace could hardly believe it. Just that afternoon an eager young boy had balled her four times. Why in God's name should she feel lusty again? It seemed as if every TV show she watched had something to do with sex, too. Finally she switched off the set and started for her bedroom, intending to read herself to sleep.
But just then the doorbell rang. Grace sighed and went back to answer it. She looked through the peephole and saw that her caller was Jimmy. Nervously Grace put on the chain lock and then opened the door just a crack. She reminded herself that she had Bill now, that she didn't need Jimmy or Tony or Mark.
"Hi, Mrs. Walker," Jimmy said eagerly. "I finished my dinner as fast as I could and came right back."
"I'm not letting you in, Jimmy," Grace said sternly. "What we did this afternoon was very wrong, and I'm not going to do it again."
"What was wrong with it?" Jimmy said, practically squealing in his disappointment. "I thought it was great."
"I'm too old for you," Grace said wearily. "I feel too guilty about it all. You run along now, Jimmy. That's all I have to say."
She closed the door and went right to her bedroom. Jimmy rang the bell a few times, then gave up. Grace felt sorry for him, but she knew she'd done the right thing. She picked up her book and tried to read. If she could just get absorbed in the book, she might forget about that nagging need in her pussy.
Suddenly the bedroom door opened, and there was Jimmy.
Grace gasped. "Jimmy, for heaven's sake," she cried, "how did you get into my house?"
"Through a window," he said. "I just had to see you, Mrs. Walker. I can't take no for an answer."
Grace dropped her book and leaped to her feet. "You'll have to take no for an answer, young man," she said angrily. "You'd better get out of here right now before I call the police and have you arrested for breaking and entering."
Jimmy stood his ground. His freckled face was stern and determined. Grace gasped again as she saw the boy suddenly unzip the fly of his jeans. He eased out his painfully swollen cock. It stood up pale and stiff, the fat purple head oozing big bubbles of juice. Grace felt an answering wetness at the mouth of her cunt just from looking at that handsome young prick.
"Look at this," Jimmy said mournfully. "Just see how hard it is. It hurts, Mrs. Walker. I just gotta have you."
"I'm sorry, Jimmy, but my answer is still no," Grace said. "Now please leave before you get into trouble."
"Not while I have this hard-on," the boy insisted.
He started toward her. Grace began to back away, not looking where she was going. She bumped into the bed and lost her balance, tumbling backward. Before she could recover, Jimmy threw himself on her and pushed her robe up to expose her lacy white panties. He seized the panties and began to tug them down.
"Jimmy, NO!" Grace shrieked.
The achingly horny boy ignored her cries. Grace grabbed her panties and tried to hold on to them, but Jimmy's burning need made him stronger. He ripped the little garment right out of her hands and tore it in half. The ruined halves of her panties fell away, exposing her pretty little brown bush. Jimmy moaned and dragged her all the way onto the bed.
"It won't take long, Mrs. Walker," he panted. "I just gotta get my rocks off, then I'll leave you alone, honest."
"Jimmy, I said no," Grace shouted.
They started wrestling around. Jimmy wasn't much taller than Grace, but his horny determination gave him the strength he needed. He ended up on top of her, pinning her to the bed, and the wet head of his rigid dick poked frantically at her thighs. But Grace kept her legs tightly closed and he couldn't get in.
"Oh, dammit all," Jimmy whined, "open your legs. Let me ball you, PLEASE!"
"Noooo," Grace moaned.
It was driving her wild to have that magnificent young cock poking around so close to her pussy. She wanted it desperately, but she was determined not to fuck another young boy. Jimmy poked and poked, but she still kept her legs firmly closed to his probing prick. Soon the boy was panting with frustration.
"All right, dammit," he said, "I'll try something else. I remember what you taught me this afternoon."
He managed to wriggle one finger between the furry lips of her muff and touch the hot moist bud of her clit. Grace flinched and stifled a horny moan. Jimmy did just as she'd so shamelessly taught him a few hours ago-he rubbed his fingertip back and forth over her highly sensitive joy button. Grace felt dizzying pleasure.
"Oh, Jimmy, please don't do that," she whined.
"I'm gonna," he said determinedly. "I know you like it." That was all too true. Grace loved having her pussy played with. She couldn't blot out the successive jolts of pleasure as his fingertip steadily massaged her horny little clit. Her cunt began to leak steamy juice all over his finger.
I won't give in, Grace thought frantically, I won't!
But that was much easier said than done. The more Jimmy stroked and teased her moist hot love-bud, the more urgently she wanted his stiff young cock. Her cunt was flooding now, spewing out sticky twat-juice that soaked her inner thighs and puddled on the bedspread beneath her.
"I can feel that," Jimmy panted. "I can feel you getting all wet. I bet that means you want it."
"Noooo," Grace lied.
Jimmy must have sensed the weakness in her voice, for now he got bolder. Still stroking her red-hot clit, he used his free hand to draw open her robe all the way. She was wearing only a skimpy white lace bra. Jimmy reached around her, fumbled with the catch, and managed to get the bra unhooked.
"Jimmy, stop that," Grace said feebly.
"I wanta see your tits," the boy insisted.
He pushed her bra up out of the way, exposing the big round globes of her jugs. Impulsively he bent down and began to kiss and lick her big hot tits, flicking his wet tongue over her dainty red nipples. Grace stiffened, trying to ignore how great it felt. Her big boobs were very sensitive.
Jimmy caught one soft rosy nipple between his lips and began to suck noisily on it. Grace felt her eager cunt leaking more thick steamy cream as pleasure rippled all the way down her body. It felt terrific to have her tender nipple sucked, and all the while Jimmy was frigging her clit, too.
"Noooo," she babbled, "noooo."
Jimmy must have known she was lying. He could feel her fiery-hot cunt-juice all over his stroking finger, and he could feel her nipple going stiff and throbbing in his mouth. She might protest, but there was no way she could hide her hot arousal. Her body gave away the secret in a dozen ways, from the swelling of her tits to the wetness of her pussy.
"Open your legs, please," Jimmy moaned. "I know you want to fuck, I just know it."
He slipped his hands between her thighs and used all his strength to force her legs apart. Dizzy with longing, Grace couldn't summon the will to resist. Jimmy separated her legs a few inches and then plunged his hand down into her molten-hot slit. Grace felt a stiff finger sliding up her boiling cunt.
"Oooooooo," she squealed.
The boy had learned his lessons well. He'd remembered how excited Grace had become that afternoon when he accidentally pushed his stiff middle finger into her juicy little box. This time he did it more expertly, thrusting his rigid finger all the way into her, then jerking it swiftly up and down like a tiny eager cock.
Grace gritted her teeth and tried not to cry out, but the pleasure was more than she could contain. It felt so damned good to have something stiff and jerking in her famished twat. Helplessly she creamed all around Jimmy's frigging finger, then arched her pussy up to get even more delicious friction.
"You want it, I know you do," the boy panted.
"You like what I'm doing with my finger. My cock would feel even better."
Grace knew that all too well. She would have given anything just to open her legs all the way and take his swollen meat into her seething wet cunt. But she knew how terribly guilty she'd feel later if she fucked this sixteen-year-old boy again. She must wait for Friday-and Bill.
But Jimmy didn't know about Bill and didn't care. All that concerned him now was finding relief for his painful hard-on. He finger-fucked Grace's cunt faster and faster, till she was panting and moaning and totally out of control. Then he quickly whipped his finger out of her fiery-hot box and forced her legs wide open.
"I'm gonna fuck you, Mrs. Walker," he said fiercely, "and you're not gonna stop me."
"Jimmy, no, I-OHHHHH!" Grace cried.
Her efforts had come too late. She'd reached up to push at the boy's shoulders, but Jimmy was already snuggled between her silky hot thighs and ramming his swollen dick into her flooded little twat. Grace sank back, defeated and submissive, as she took the rough thrust of his meat. It felt too good, she needed it too much. She wouldn't fight any more.
"Awwwwww, shit, that's good," Jimmy moaned.
He'd buried his six-inch cock as deep as he could in her snug velvet-lined cunt. His creaming cock head almost touched her womb, and his taut round balls came to rest against her wet slit. He stayed that way for a moment, savoring the delicious feeling of having his hard-on bathed in gushing cunt-cream. Then he began to fuck her in long slow deep strokes.
"Oh, my God," Grace whimpered.
"You like it, don't you?" Jimmy panted.
"Yesss," she admitted, "oh, YES."
What was the point in denying it? Even this inexperienced boy, who'd been a virgin just a few hours ago, could recognize a woman in heat. He could feel her big tits, hot and swollen, heaving against his chest. He could feel her arching her pussy up to get more of his cock. He could feel her boiling-hot cunt-cream flooding around his prick. It was obvious that she was wild for his fucking.
No, she wouldn't try to disguise it now. He was in her, he was fucking her, and she might as well let herself go and enjoy it totally. She threw her long legs up around the boy's heaving sweaty back, opening her box even more deeply to his stabbing cock. She moaned and clung to him, clawing his shoulders, creaming furiously.
"Yes, yes, do it to meeee," Grace whined.
"I sure as hell will," Jimmy sighed.
He kept up the delicious slow deep probing with his cock, as if trying to prolong their fuck as long as possible. That was fine with Grace. She could have gone on balling the kid all night. But in her hot excitement it didn't take her long to get off.
"Ooooooo," she squealed, "OOOOOOOO!"
Her body began to rock violently in orgasm, and Jimmy had to cling tightly to her to avoid being thrown off. He dug in, forcing his prick as deep as possible into her convulsing box, and he managed to hold off his own climax while Grace wailed and came. Finally she flopped back on the bed, limp and satisfied.
"You got off, I guess," Jimmy grinned.
"Ummmm, yes," Grace sighed.
"Good," the kid said, "now let's try it another way."
"Another way?" Grace said wonderingly.
"Yeah, I was talking to my big brother," Jimmy said eagerly, "and he told me a whole bunch of ways to do it. Like you can do it dog-style. I'd really dig that, Mrs. Walker. How about it?"
Grace smiled weakly. There really was nothing she could deny him now. She'd fucked him and loved it-and he knew she loved it. His cock was still good and hard inside her. She felt the thick meat throbbing in the juicy nest of her cunt, and suddenly she was eager again. After all, one more time wouldn't hurt.
"All right, Jimmy," she said, "we'll try it dog-style."
"Far out," Jimmy grinned. He pulled out of her, his magnificent young prick still stiff as a board. The pale rod, gleaming with her come, hugged his flat belly and drooled a steady stream of juice. Grace stared hungrily at his cock. Yes, she definitely wouldn't mind having some more of that.
Grace rolled over onto her hands and knees and stuck her pert little ass up in the air. She was trembling with eagerness. Even though she'd just had a body-rocking climax, she was ready to go again, dying for the first hard deep thrust of Jimmy's rigid prick. She moaned impatiently as the boy positioned himself behind her.
"Hey, this is neat," he exclaimed. "I see your pussy a lot better this way."
Grace blushed hotly. She hadn't thought about that, but of course with her ass poked up in the air her whole scarlet slit was exposed to the light of the room. Jimmy studied it a moment, and then he grasped her hips to steady himself and eased his slick cock-stand up her juicy little twat.
"Oooooo," Grace squealed, "oooo, Jimmy, YES! It feels so nice."
"It sure as hell does," Jimmy sighed.
In the dog position he was able to slide his cock all the way to her womb. He moaned blissfully and began to ball her, faster and deeper this time, his swollen nut sacs spanking her upturned ass. Grace whined and clawed the bed, loving every second of his eager hard fucking. Again her steamy cunt-cream boiled around his slamming cock.
"You like doing it this way, Mrs. Walker?"
Jimmy panted.
"Ummmm, yes," Grace sighed, "it's wonderful, Jimmy. Just keep on doing it to me, please."
"I'll sure try," Jimmy said.
So much for all her vows not to fuck any more young kids. It seemed unreal that half an hour ago she'd been angrily ordering Jimmy out of her house. It would have killed her to have him leave now. She needed more, more, more of his energetic young cock. She just had to get off again.
"Ohhh, God, it's so GOOD!" Graced whined. "Fuck me just a little harder, darling, just a little more. Ohhhhh, yes, OHHHHHH!"
The desperately-needed climax hit her, and she clawed the bed and began to rock and writhe. Again Jimmy had to cling tightly to her to keep from being thrown off. He whined excitedly and thrust his prick as deep as he could into her squeezing box. Once more he managed to keep from coming, to wait out Grace's violent spasms.
"Jimmy," she said wonderingly when her orgasm was finally over, "you didn't come." She could feel his prick inside her, still fat and stiff.
"Naw, I wanted to wait," he said. "I wanta try it another way."
Grace laughed helplessly. It was hard to believe the boy's energy. He'd already balled her four times that afternoon, and now he was up for another marathon. But of course she wasn't complaining. He could ball her all night and still not satisfy her lust completely. She wondered if any man could do that.
"All right, smart-ass," she giggled, "what did you have in mind this time?
"I want you to be on top," Jimmy said eagerly.
Jimmy pulled his stiff young prick out of her and lay down on his back. Grace blushed as she straddled him. In this position, with her sitting on top, he could see everything. He gawked delightedly at her bog wobbling breasts and her soaked scarlet slit. He watched in blissful fascination as Grace brought her juicy cunt mouth down on the swollen purple head of his cock.
"Oh, wow, YEAH!" the boy yelped.
"UMMMMM," Grace moaned.
She impaled herself on his iron-hard rod, sliding down it till she was sitting right on his belly and balls. Her cunt felt deliciously stuffed with his thick throbbing meat. She began to work her seething pussy up and down, fucking the moaning boy.
"Oh, man, that's fantastic," Jimmy sighed.
Grace had to agree. She could never get enough of his stiff young prick. She worked her boiling-hot cunt faster and faster around his stiff meat. Though she'd come twice already, she felt her ever-hungry slit building up to another orgasm. Her strong cunt muscles tightened eagerly around the boy's stiff pole.
"Oooooo," Grace whined, "EEEEEEE!"
This time Jimmy was in no danger of being thrown off during her violent climax. As she came, Grace worked her convulsing cunt furiously up and down his cock, fucking him harder than ever. Her molten-hot cunt-juice gushed out in floods, soaking his belly and balls.
Jimmy watched in fascination as the lovely older woman came around his deeply-buried dick. He watched her huge tits wobble, saw her eyes rolling crazily, watched her teeth flash in a lusty grimace. He just barely managed to keep from shooting his load, it was so exciting to watch Grace coming. At last she sighed and rolled off him.
"Let's try it another way," Jimmy said.
"Jimmy, I can't believe you," Grace moaned. "Don't you ever get tired?"
"Not with you," the boy grinned. "Please, Mrs. Walker, just one more time. We can try it standing up."
One more time. How often would she hear that, and how often would she submit? She didn't know. Her lusty body was in command, and she eagerly stood up and let Jimmy thrust his cock into her again. For her sex-starved pussy there was no future, no worry. There was only NOW.