Grace Abernathy was an unmarried woman of thirty. She had been impregnated when she was sixteen. Her parents had forced her to have an abortion and flatly refused to permit her to marry the boy. Consequently, and possibly to "get even" with them, she had never married, although before they died in a car accident they had tried hard and often to marry her off to several older men who were well established in the business world. Grace would have none of that, and as she grew older she found she had turned against all adult men and vastly preferred teenagers. The more teenagers she went out with (and invited to her apartment), the happier she was. And the younger they were, the better. Finally, she found herself "going steady" with a fifteen-year-old, named Tommy. Tommy was, she felt, an excellent companion for her.
Grace Abernathy's conception of an excellent male companion was somewhat different from that of most women of thirty. She had taken an immediate liking to young Tommy the moment she had first seen him on the street. When she finally induced him to enter her apartment, he had told her of his family life – his parents were both alcoholics, they never paid much attention to the boy and most of the time he didn't have enough to eat. She also discovered he seldom complained about his circumstances.
Now, she was waiting for him to show up at her apartment and er nervous glances Hi the clock on the wall indicated she was somewhat fearful he might not come at all. There had been a few times in the past that he had not arrived when expected, but always he had had a good excuse. She didn't doubt him especially, but then, on the other hand, she didn't trust him totally, either. Grace Abernathy had not really trusted anyone in years.
"Damn," she muttered as she paced the floor. "Where the hell is that kid?"
She went to her bedroom and surveyed herself in a mirror. Frowning, she changed her clothing from pants and blouse to a dress, very short and very revealing. Again she inspected herself, nodding with satisfaction.
"I've got to stop wearing those goddamned pantsuits," she muttered. "They're about as sexy looking as burlap bags." She looked at her tits with pleasure, noting the way they stood out in the more feminine attire. She also examined her blond, long hair, noting the way it fell gracefully to her shoulders, nodding approval at her reflection. "Good thing the kid didn't arrive on time," she muttered. "He would have seen me looking less than my sexiest best." Grace knew she was sexy looking and wasn't at all modest about saying so at times, especially to herself. She loved looking this way. She wanted to be thought of as a sex object by males, young males, young teenagers.
"Where the hell is that kid?" she cried aloud, just as she had done earlier. "I've got a bad case of the hots. Can't stand waiting much longer for him." She knew she would wait for him, however. Young Tommy was much too good in bed to be put down for any reason. She would wait all night for' him, if necessary, but the prospect of doing that made her shiver.
She returned to the living room just in time to hear the faint tapping sound on the door. She went to it, opened it and breathed a sigh of relief before saying, "Tommy, damn you. Where have you been? I've been waiting over an hour for you."
Tommy stepped into the room, closed and locked the door himself. He was a black- haired kid of average build. At that moment he was frowning. "Got hung up," he explained. "This guy was giving me a bad time. Not real bad, just a little. Stupid sonofabitch!"
Grace suspected that Tommy was mixed up in something illegal in a very minor way, but she never talked about it directly. She wasn't interested in the other things he did
– she was only interested in his sexual performances. "Okay," she said. "Want a drink first?"
"First?" he asked, grinning. "Do you mean there's going to be something else between us?"
"Oh, come on. Don't kid with me, baby." He just stood there and grinned.
Grace did not believe in wasting time. "Tommy," she said softly. "Let me see your cock. I'm very hot tonight."
A sudden look of lust came over his young face. Instantly he unzipped his fly and took out his cock. It was not very hard at the moment but it would soon be rigid. "There," he said, looking down at his prick, "now you're looking better." It was as if he thought his cock had ears and could understand his act of talking to it.
"You have a pretty cock," Grace told him swiftly, as she had done many times before. "Do you mind if I suck it?"
He grinned again. "So Gracie girl is in a sucking mood tonight, is she? Crazy!"
"Not just a sucking mood, Tommy. In an all-round sex mood. Anything goes tonight as far as I'm concerned."
He quickly stripped off his pants and tossed them aside. He never wore underwear, though she had tried on several occasions to induce him to at least wear briefs, without success. Now, however, because she was so hot, she was happy that he did not wear them, for she could instantly see his cock, the dark pubic hair, the puffy balls, the sleek belly. Grace loved to look at him when he was exposed in this manner. She thought he had the nicest build for a male that anyone could have. He was, of course, young and that in itself was a very great deal, but besides his youth, he had other qualities.
His skin was a sort of natural tan in color, although she knew he never made a point of attempting to become a sun worshipper. Tommy was not the type of kid to be bothered with such things. His body was slender, but not skinny or scrawny. His belly
– and this was what impressed her greatly for some reason she could never quite understand – was flat, very flat. There were muscles in his belly that showed when he laughed suddenly and she particularly loved trying to make him laugh while he was naked.
"Take your shirt off, Tommy," she said. "You know how I like to see your bare chest."
"Yeah," he replied slyly. "I know about that. You're real weird about this body thing, aren't you?"
"I see nothing weird about it at all," she returned. "I like to look at your naked body. What's so awful about that?"
He grinned and removed his shirt. "Like to see my chest muscles, don't you, baby?"
She smiled. "I like your belly muscles better."
"You like my cock the best, though, don't you?"
"Best muscle you've got," she cried passionately.
"I'd be in a hell of a shape without it."
"So would I," she answered softly.
"Take your clothes off, Gracie. I've already seen how great you look. Clothes are no longer necessary for us."
"You didn't really say I looked nice, Tommy." She wanted very much to hear this from him. It was very important.
"I said you looked great. Okay? You look real nice and pretty. Now take off your clothes and suck my cock."
"Oh, Tommy, I love to hear you talk hot like that."
He strutted about the room as she quickly undressed, his cock sticking out and up in a rather ridiculous fashion. But it was not ridiculous to Grace. She could scarcely take her eyes off that rigid tool. She was becoming hotter and hotter by the moment and she nearly had an orgasm from looking at him and undressing at the same time. She placed her clothing down carefully and stood up straight, giving him the most lustful look she could manage, which was considerable. He continued to strut about the room playfully, and she was obliged to run after him and grasp him from behind.
"Hey, help," he cried playfully. "I'm being attacked from the rear." He wriggled his butt about and she pressed her nudity against his and wriggled with him, getting a great feeling of pleasure from this somewhat silly behavior.
"Turn around, Tommy," she begged him after a few long moments of this. "Please?"
"Sorry, ma'am, I'm just too shy to reveal my parts to a strange female." He laughed and she giggled.
"Come on, Tommy, stop teasing me. I'm awful hot, baby. Fuck me. Do something. Don't just play with me, honey."
He turned about suddenly and kissed her mouth passionately, drew back and looked at her. "How's that for a starter, or would you prefer I kiss your asshole, darling?"
"Stop it," she cried, choking with laughter. "You keep on being silly and I'll lose all desire to… fuck."
He held her at arm's length. "Who're you kiddin', baby? You ain't never gonna lose desire for sex. You got enough desire for ten females."
She dropped to her knees. "I want to suck your cock and no more silly talk," she murmured, plunging her face into his tummy lovingly.
"You're too high up, baby. You got to get lower down than that."
She placed her lips about his swollen cock and sucked on it, causing him to immediately put a stop to his frivolities and begin mouthfucking her. She shook her head violently without removing her lips. This meant she wanted to suck it on her own for a time, that she didn't want him to mouthfuck her just yet. He stopped his frantic hip motion, but the look in his eyes was the equal to any look of lust she had ever known, had she been able to see it.
She sucked him for only a minute and then removing her lips, she fell back on the carpet, her legs spread wide. "Now, Tommy baby, get on and feed me the old prick."
He grinned in an almost wicked manner and dropped to his knees in between her legs, his cock standing straight and stiff. "Want the old cock up your cunt, eh, baby?"
She half closed her eyes. "Yes, Tommy. Stick it into me and give me a nice spray job. My cunt is thirsty for your milk, baby."
He lay down on her quickly and made the insertion. This was one young boy who didn't need to be guided by the female – he knew what he was doing and she was fully aware that he did. Tommy was such a comfort, she often thought. Whenever Grace needed cock he was always there with his prick dripping, ready to plunge the wild-looking tool into her expertly. Grace didn't know what she would have done without the boy. He was really quite necessary, though of course, it wouldn't pay to call his attention to that too much. He might become difficult. If there was anything, or anyone, that Grace despised dealing with – in any field, including sex – it was the person who was difficult to deal with. Difficult people, all sorts of them, were a pain in the ass to Grace, and there had been times when she had been just that outspoken with them, particularly during periods of stress. Nice thing about Tommy – he was easy to deal with and Grace intended to keep him that way.
"Fuck me, Tommy, baby," she whispered in his ear as he plunged his cock in and out of her expertly. "Make me blow all over."
"Consider it done," he grunted.
"Put your hands under my ass, Tommy," she begged him. "I like you to hold my ass when you fuck me."
Obediently and dutifully, he placed his hands under the cheeks of her ass and grasped her firmly, hurting her slightly.
Grace didn't mind being hurt a little. In fact, she liked a bit of pain when she got fucked. Somehow it made the whole deal seem more excitingly wild, and Grace loved sex to have a certain amount of wildness about it. Any other kind of sex was too tame for her blood. She didn't want to be badly hurt, however, and was cautious in this regard. She stuck religiously to young boys, the younger, the better. The youngest boy she had ever fucked had been a ten-year-old with a surprising virility that she had never forgotten – nor had she ever seen him again.
"Move your ass a little, baby," Tommy told her, his breathing coming faster all the time. "Help me blow my wad."
Just hearing him talk this way set Grace up in fine style. Almost immediately after hearing the words and obeying them by moving her hips and butt about slightly, she felt the onrush of a tremendous orgasm. Her body stiffened of its own accord as she felt her legs actually shaking. Her mouth became almost unbearably dry, there was a delightful giddiness in her head, and then the damn burst.
"Oh… " she cried out. "Oh… my… God… kid! Give it to me, baby!"
But Tommy was not ready to erupt. He continued laboring over her heatedly and then another orgasm swelled from within her to a tremendous bursting, only to be followed by still a third eruption which tore through her being with delightful ferocity. She lay panting under his wildly-pumping cock.
"Fuck me," she cried weakly, her breathing almost impossible to control now.
Tommy moved quickly in her now and each time his cock rubbed the walls of her cunt as well as the little nub, she would cry out in delight. Her passionate crying outbursts pleased him. She lost count of the number of spasms she experienced and finally she had her greatest orgasm ever, just as he obliged by emptying his prick juices into her cunt with great force and heat. He continued to fuck her even after he had ceased to go off in her. It wasn't long before she experienced another spasm and began to pinch his backsides with all her finger strength. He cried out as she did this but she paid no attention, for he was also pinching her ass fiercely now, and the two of them kept on with their pinching as if at that moment it was the most important thing in the world, next to fucking.
Finally, they both went limp and simply lay there on the floor, he only half on top of her and she with one leg thrown over his naked ass. They both required a long time to recover normal breathing. Then he moved away from her and struggled to his feet to look down at her.
"Hey, you were pretty hot this time, Gracie. How come so much passion?" He looked much older than his young years, at the moment.
She closed her eyes and then slowly opened them. "I just felt that way, Tommy. You know how I am sometimes."
"You sure were the hottest ever this time – ever since I've been fucking you, baby."
"You were pretty hot yourself," she said, sitting up and rubbing her tits.
"We have a lot of fun, don't we, Gracie?"
"It's always fun to fuck someone you like, Tommy."
He grinned. "Yeah. You got a point there, all right."
She smiled and gestured toward his limp cock. "Your point has shrunk a bit, hasn't it?"
He glanced down at himself. "After the way you just drained me, what do you expect?"
She walked to the bar and poured two straight whiskeys and brought one glass back to him. "Here," she said. "Drink this stuff. It'll refill your tank. I'm going to need to do a blow-job maybe later on."
"What else do you ever think about?" he wanted to know impishly.
"Nothing. Just sucking and fucking. The hell with anything else."
They sipped their drinks, both of them shuddering slightly as the whiskey burned its way to their stomachs. "Strong stuff," he muttered. "Enough to rot your tongue out."
"That's good whiskey," she told him sharply. "Don't knock it. It's free." "So is my cock," he shot back.
She relaxed and smiled at him. "Sorry. Didn't mean to sound nasty. It's just that I'm so confounded sexy tonight."
He put his glass down and went to the sofa and lay flat on his back. Crooking his finger at her he said, "All right. I know what you want. Come and get it. I can see the lust in your eyes, Grade."
She sighed and went to him and dropped to her knees. Bending her head, she kissed his wonderful tummy as she had done previously and then took his limp cock between her wet lips. She sucked on it, her passion returning rapidly. Apparently his emotions also rose, for his prick became quickly larger and longer. Finally, it reached full size and she stopped sucking long enough to look into his eyes. "Go off in me, baby," she said thickly. "Fuck my mouth like you never fucked anything in your life. I need it so very badly tonight."
"Sure," he said, the usual grin disappearing from his young face.
As she bent to go down on him in earnest, he grabbed her and threw her to the floor with himself on top of her, his young cock pumping wildly in and out of her already aching mouth. Grace closed her eyes and lay back, pretending in her mind that her mouth was her cunt and that she was being fucked. She loved to play this little game but it was seldom she could induce him to do this particular thing to her. Usually she had to fuck him first, although it was true he had shown signs of wanting to mouthfuck her earlier. She had not permitted him to do it then because she was well aware from past experience that she would be risking his ability to drain his cock for several days. Tommy was a most peculiar boy in some ways, and this was one of his peculiarities.
This evening appeared to be one of those prolific evenings.
As he continued to fuck her in the mouth for minute after minute, she knew for certain that this, indeed, was one of his good nights, that he would go off in her hot body many more times before losing his desires.
Ah, she was a lucky woman.
She had a young cock to please her.
How very nice and how very, very wonderful!