Chapter 8
On Friday morning Grace woke up as horny as she'd ever been in her life. It didn't surprise her. She was learning that the more sex she got, the more she wanted. The only question was what to do about it. She couldn't spend the rest of her life seducing teenage boys.
Bill Masters was a very possible solution to the problem. If she were married again, settled down with one man she loved, her needs regularly satisfied, then she wouldn't have to look for men.
But would Bill be interested? She knew he was very attracted to her, very fond of her, but the idea of marriage seemed a little premature.
Nevertheless dating Bill was a step in the right direction. She simply had to start seeing older men. And she had to devise a way of getting her young lovers out of her life. She knew now that she couldn't be trusted around them. No matter how much she protested, she always gave in to them. The boys were becoming an addiction.
Of course there was another way to take care of her needs, something she'd never tried before. As Grace lay in bed that Friday morning, she wondered what it would be like to masturbate. It was against her principles, and during her marriage to Norman she'd never even considered it. But it might be better than taking risks with teenage boys.
Grace blushed at the thought, but she found her hand creeping up under her nightgown and touching the fine curls of her bush. If she succeeded in getting the boys out of her life, she'd need some source of relief till she found an older lover. Would it really be so wrong to bring herself off with her own hand?
Still blushing, Grace eased a finger between the furry lips of her bush and touched the moist little lump of her clit. She rubbed the little button gingerly. It felt nice. In fact it felt VERY nice. She still believed it was wrong to frig herself, but she was desperate. She needed sex very badly, and she was determined not to see her young lovers again.
She rubbed her hot throbbing clit harder, faster. She had to admit that it felt awfully damned good. Sighing, she opened her legs a little wider and took her moist joy button between her fingers. She kneaded it steadily. Her cunt-cream started to trickle out, moistening her thighs. Yes, in spite of her scruples, this just might be a good idea.
"Ummmmm," Grace murmured.
Her frigging felt better and better. As she kneaded the moist hot lump of her clit, her pussy-juice began to soak her hand. But there was something missing. She wanted something stiff and long in her cunt. Still kneading her clit, she reached down with her free hand and slid a finger up her slick snug twat. It felt marvelous, especially when she jerked her finger up and down the satiny passage.
"Ohhhhh," Grace sighed.
Yes, it was good, but still not good enough. Her stiff middle finger wasn't nearly as big as a real cock. She slid another finger into her seething wet box. That was better, but she found that three fingers were just right. She worked them roughly, swiftly in her juicy little hole, and with her other hand she frigged her clit faster and faster.
"Oh, God," she gasped.
Now she could understand why people played with themselves. It was naughty, it was wicked, but it felt great. She had hours and hours before her date with Bill, and she might not get laid even then. She had to do something about her nagging lust. Her shame and guilt faded quickly as she worked her clit and cunt faster and faster.
Oooooo," Grace squealed, "OOOOOO!"
It didn't take her long to find out just where and how to frig herself. The three stiff plunging fingers felt just like a cock in her boiling little twat, and her pleasure was doubled if she massaged her little moist clit at the same time. Within minutes she was hovering on the edge of a much-needed climax.
"Yes, yes, yes," she panted.
She arched her pussy upward and frigged herself even harder. Her hands were soaked with cunt-juice by now, and she was whining and moaning steadily. My God, she thought, if only I'd tried this six months ago! It was so delicious that she knew she'd be coming in a few seconds.
Then the doorbell rang.
"Oh, SHIT!" Grace cried.
Quickly, blushing, she wiped her sticky fingers on the sheet, jumped out of bed, and threw on a robe. She felt dizzy with frustrated lust as she hurried down the hall to the living room. Of all the times to be interrupted! Expecting some door-to-door salesman, Grace angrily flung open the front door.
"Hi, there," Jimmy said. Grace moaned. "Jimmy, why aren't you in school?" she said. "You could get in big trouble doing things like this."
"You forgot-it's summer vacation," the red-haired kid said with a big grin. "I've got all day before my paper route. We can have a whole lot of-fun."
"Jimmy-" Grace began.
But the boy brushed past her and strolled into the house. Grace sighed, closed the door, and turned to face him. "Now, listen, Jimmy," she said sternly, "I've tried and tried to make it clear to you-I don't want to see you any more."
Jimmy just grinned and untied her robe. It fell open to show her sheer white nightgown. His eyes widened in lusty excitement as he saw the dark outline of her bush and nipples. Grace gasped and jerked away, but Jimmy held onto her robe and whirled her right out of it.
"Jimmy, how dare you!" she cried.
Again he just grinned and started after her. Grace gave a squeal of alarm and backed away-right into the wall. Then Jimmy was pressing up against her, his hot hands cupping her big thrusting tits. Through the thin filmy material of her nightgown she could feel his palms starting to sweat with lusty excitement.
"Just let me play with your boobs," the boy panted. "Come on, Grace, just a little. Touching can't hurt."
Grace moaned and slumped against the wall. She'd been so hotly horny when Jimmy rang the doorbell that she responded instantly to his touch. His hands seemed to burn into her big throbbing boobs, and her eager pussy was trickling steamy juice down her inner thighs, ye squeezed and molded her heavy jugs, thumbed her tender nipples.
If only she'd had a chance to bring herself off before he arrived! Then her lust would be satisfied and she'd be able to resist him. But he'd caught her at the worst possible moment, quivering on the very brink of orgasm. Cheated of that urgently needed climax, she was all too vulnerable to his caresses.
"Please, Jimmy, no!" she panted.
"I don't know why you always say that," Jimmy grinned. "We always fuck anyway, and you always like it."
Grace blushed furiously. It seemed as if all the boys had her number. And it was true that she always gave in to them. She'd degenerated into a dirty old woman, an easy, mark for horny teenage boys. She felt deeply ashamed of herself. But that didn't stop the fiery lust in her pussy, and it didn't make her want Jimmy any the less.
Then Jimmy abandoned her big throbbing tits and quickly slipped his hands up under her nightgown. Grace gasped, but she wasn't fast enough to stop him. She felt one eager hot hand caressing her fluffy little bush, the other cupping her molten-hot slit. She groaned and flooded his palm with sticky steamy cunt-cream.
"Yeah, you want it, all right," Jimmy chuckled. "Oh, God, what am I doing?" Grace moaned.
That didn't require an answer. They both knew quite well what she was doing-getting hotly, hopelessly turned on. Jimmy caressed her drooling pussy, rubbing his hand back and forth over the slick searing flesh, and Grace went limp and yielding. Her heavy pussy-juice drenched his hand and gushed down her thighs.
Jimmy knew he was practically home free, and he got bolder, tickling her plump wet clit with the tip of his finger, teasing the mouth of her cunt with another finger. Grace moaned hoarsely and creamed again and again. She could feel her molten cunt-juice running right down to her ankles. She'd never been more eager in her life to be fucked.
Jimmy grinned and eased his stiff middle finger up her gushing little twat.
"Oh, God, YES!" Grace whined. "Yes, put your finger in me, darling, Frig me. YES!"
She was ashamed of her wanton words, but she couldn't control herself a second longer. She just had to come. She'd die if she didn't get off. Jimmy stuck his finger into her hard and deep, then began to finger-fuck her very fast. Grace moaned and took it blissfully.
"Yes, yes, YES," she cried, "make me come, Jimmy. I need it. Oh, yessss."
But Jimmy had ideas of his own. He kept on working his stiff finger in her juicy little cunt-hole, but with his free hand he unzipped his fly and brought out his stiff young cock. He pushed Grace's nightgown up to her waist, leaned tight against her, and eased his hard-on between her thighs. She felt the hard moist head of his cock touching her clit, rubbing deliciously.
"No, Jimmy, we mustn't, she groaned.
But she knew she wasn't going to stop him. He whipped his finger out of her hot wet cunt and shoved his cock inside. Grace felt the delicious stuffing and gasped blissfully. The boy worked his swollen meat all the way in, till his balls touched her soaked slit, and then he began to slam his cock furiously in her snug box.
"Ohhhhh," Grace moaned, "yes, fuck me, Jimmy, FUCK ME!"
As hotly aroused as she was, it didn't take her long to come. In fact she'd never climaxed faster in her life. She'd taken perhaps a dozen hard deep strokes of the boy's cock when the powerful orgasm exploded inside her. Her twat-muscles gripped his jerking meat, and her cream gushed around him.
"OHHHHH!" Grace shrieked.
"Awwwww," Jimmy whined, "shit, YEAH!"
His come jetted into her, overflowed her convulsing box, and streamed down her legs. He hammered his meat in her till it went limp and slipped from her soaked little hole. Grace slumped against the wall, panting. Jimmy backed off with a big grin and zipped up his jeans.
"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" he chuckled. "I don't know why you always have to fight it. But I guess it doesn't matter-we always end up balling anyhow. I'll be around to see you again real soon."
"Oh, my God," Grace moaned.
After Jimmy left, she wept with shame. There seemed to be no end to her insane lust, nothing she could do to resist her teenage lovers. Yet something had to be done. She could actually go to jail for fucking minor boys, and even if she wasn't arrested, her reputation would be ruined. She didn't trust any of the boys not to brag.
"I've got to stop this," Grace wept, "I've just got to."
She stumbled off to the shower and washed away the traces of her guilt, all the sticky wet evidence. Not that it made her feel any less ashamed. In fact the cool stinging water didn't even make her feel less horny. One climax was seldom enough for her any more. She'd come like a bomb with Jimmy, but already she wanted to get off again.
"Hell," Grace muttered.
She was drying herself off when the doorbell rang again. There wasn't time to look for a clean robe, so she wrapped the big bath towel around herself and hurried to the front door. More cautious this time, she opened it just a crack and saw Mark standing there, an expectant grin on his face. Grace squeaked and tried to push the door shut, but he was too fast for her.
Mark pushed the door open so hard that Grace lost her balance and landed hard on her ass. Before she could get up, he was in the living room, closing the door and locking it. He kicked off his sneakers, pulled off his t-shirt, and was unzipping his jeans when Grace finally caught her breath.
"Now just a damned minute," she sputtered. "I didn't invite you in. I didn't say I was going to make love. You have a lot of nerve."
Mark let his pants drop. "Yeah," he grinned, "I have a lot of nerve."
Grace gawked at his cock. It was rigid and flat against his belly, the feathery little blue veins standing out against the milky-white shaft. The head of his prick was huge with engorgement, purple and gleaming, and his rosy hairless balls were full and round. Grace moaned softly. God help her, she wanted him-wanted him urgently.
"No games this time, okay?" Mark said. "Let's just have a nice friendly fuck."
Grace got shakily to her feet, clutching the bath towel around her. "Mark," she said, "I'm not going to do it. I-OH!"
Mark grabbed the towel and whipped it away, leaving her naked. His eyes gleamed lustily as he ogled her superb body. Grace started to back away from him. She couldn't disgrace herself a second time that day, she just couldn't. Yet it seemed impossible to take her eyes off his handsome young cock which wagged stiffly before him.
The back of her knees hit the couch, and before she could move away Mark was on her, pushing her down, eagerly pawing her silky warm body. Grace screamed and struggled, and they wrestled around on the couch. His drooling cock kept stabbing her, driving her wild with need, but her conscience demanded that she put up a fight.
"Mark, no," she panted, "I don't want to."
"Like hell," he laughed. "You always want it."
Grace blushed with mortification. Jimmy had said the same thing-no matter how she protested, they always ended up balling. And even as she struggled desperately with Mark, her cunt was aching for his rigid pale prick. At last he rolled her over onto her belly and lay down on her, pinning her with his superior weight.
"You want it, all right," he said. "I bet you stop fighting after I do THIS!"
He shoved his cock into her from behind. He rammed it into her roughly, pushing all the way to her womb in one savage thrust. Grace screamed with pleasure. It felt wonderful to have her aching little twat stuffed full of thick throbbing cock. As Mark had predicted, she stopped fighting. She moaned and dug her nails into the couch.
"Now you want it, don't you?" he taunted.
"Yes," Grace whined. "Oh, God, yes."
"Then beg me for it, bitch," he hissed. "I'm not moving till you ask me."
Grace moaned with frustration. His thick young cock was fully into her, stretching and stuffing her frantically needy twat, yet it didn't do her any good if he held still. She didn't want to act like a slut, and yet she just had to have him. Her famished cunt gripped his meat, but she couldn't get the movement and friction she craved.
"Please, Mark," she whined.
"Please what?" he said.
"Oh, God," Grace sighed. "Please fuck me, Mark. Please do it to me. I need it. PLEASE!" "That's better," he said.
He began to ball her savagely, ramming his cock brutally against her womb, his belly smacking loudly against her ass. Grace didn't mind his roughness in the least. In fact it was exactly what she needed. Her lust had built to such a pitch that only this near-rape would satisfy her. She screeched blissfully and clawed the couch.
"Ohhhh, yes, YES!" she cried. "Fuck me hard! Oh, God, Mark, I love it. OHHHH!"
"I knew you would, bitch," he panted.
He fucked her so hard that her gushing cunt-cream was forced out by his meat, splattering his belly and balls. Grace found herself craving more and more of his violence, and she jerked her hungry pussy in time to his strokes. In less than a minute she felt a powerful climax exploding inside her. Mark whinnied shrilly as her cunt gripped and milked his swollen dick.
"I'm coming," Grace whined, "I'M COMING!'
"Me, too," Mark gasped. "Oh, CHRIST!"
She whimpered ecstatically as his jism boiled into her. He humped her a few more seconds, and then his prick went limp and slipped out of her. Grace collapsed on her belly, still writhing in climax. By the time she finished, Mark was dressed and standing at the front door.
"I gotta run," he said, grinning, "but I'll be back tomorrow."
"Mark, I won't let you in," Grace said weakly-but he was already out the door.
"Oh, my God, what's the matter with me?" she sobbed.
She got up and walked dizzily to the portable bar and made herself a strong whiskey and water. She gulped it down and made another. She needed the liquor to dull her awful feeling of guilt. She feared she was becoming nothing but a slut, that she'd never be able to control her passions. And that could only lead to disaster if she kept fucking young boys.
Suddenly the front door swung open.
Grace dropped her glass and whirled around. Tony was standing in the doorway, and when he caught sight of her, naked and blushing, he grinned broadly. He stepped inside and closed the door. Grace moaned.
"I didn't bother to knock," Tony said. "I saw Mark leaving, so I figured you'd be here."
Grace swayed dizzily. Was the rest of her life going to be like this? Would she be nothing more than a sex toy for every horny boy she met? She'd gotten herself into a worse fix than she'd imagined. Now Jimmy, Mark and Tony felt free to walk into her house any time they wanted her, certain that she'd go to bed with them.
She didn't want to live that way. It wasn't even worth the sexual satisfaction. She felt like dirt. And her shame deepened as Tony confidently began to take off his clothes. She knew she was a slut to him, a free lay, and that he didn't give a damn about her feelings. None of them did. They were interested in her cunt and nothing else.
"Tony," she said wearily, "you can't just walk in here without knocking. You can't expect me always to be ready for you."
"Why not?" he said. "You always were before."
He was quickly out of his clothes, and Grace stared at his stiff young prick. It wagged lewdly before him as he crossed the room, seized her by the wrist, and led her over to the couch. She had no will to resist. He'd overpower her anyway if she struggled. It seemed best just to do it and get it over with.
Tony sat down on the edge of the couch and forced Grace to her knees before him.
"Suck my cock," he ordered.
Grace felt a surge of anger. "Who the hell do you think you are?" she cried. "You can't just order me around."
"Oh, yes, I can," Tony snarled. "How'd you like it if everybody in town knew what you've been doing? I can tell them how you ball teenage guys."
Grace went pale. This was just what she'd feared-that the boys would blackmail her into continuing to fuck them. And she had no choice but to obey. She couldn't bear the scandal and humiliation if her friends and neighbors found out. Tony had her number, and he knew it. Sobbing, Grace took his thick throbbing cock and eased it into her mouth.
"That's better," Tony sighed. "Suck it good, baby. Suck it hard."
Grace obeyed mechanically. Her glossy brown hair flew as she worked her mouth swiftly up and down his silky meat. The thick drooling head of his dick rammed again and again into her throat, and the fat shaft of his cock stretched her lips painfully. She didn't care. All she could think of was the hopeless mess she'd gotten herself into.
"Faster," Tony whined, "harder."
Grace obeyed. What choice did she have? She knew, too, that Mark and Jimmy would soon get the same idea, threatening to tell on her unless she did everything they wanted. She'd be their sex slave forever, or until they got tired of her. And she had no one to blame but herself.
"Awww, Christ, YEAH!" Tony bleated. "You're sucking me real good, baby."
Grace wished she could share his excitement, but she felt nothing. Tony's cruel blackmail had cured her, once and for all, of her lust for young boys. But ironically the cure had come too late. Now that she didn't want her young lovers any more, she couldn't get away from them.
Tony seized her head, holding it in place, and began to fuck her mouth, ramming his rock-hard cock-head viciously into her throat. "Take it, cunt," he panted, "take my meat. Yeah, eat my come. AWWWWW!"
Grace choked and gagged, but she couldn't escape his hammering cock or the fiery rush of his come. She was forced to swallow it all. Tony whined and jerked his meat in her throat till he was finished. Then he slipped his limp dick from her mouth and grinned triumphantly.
"You're never gonna turn me down again, are you, bitch?" he said.
Grace shook her head and burst into tears. She could see no way out now.