"Oh fuck me!' Bethany screamed into the pillow.
The gentle squeaking of the springs in the bed increased as I slammed harder into her tight pussy. I could feel my balls contracting and my dick throbbing. I knew I was close to cumming.
"Faster baby, faster!" Bethany pleaded. "I'm, I'm cum...."
Bethany moaned into the pillow as I grabbed her hip with one hand and a fistful of her hair with the other as I pulled her into me, matching the upward thrust of my hips. The headboard slammed against the wall creating a booming sound throughout the room, alternating with the sharp slaps of her ass against my pelvis. Sweat rolled down the sides of my face and dripped onto the small of her back. The tingling began in my feet and quickly shot through my thighs as my cock throbbed inside of her wet cunt.
"Fuck yeah Bethany, I'm going to shoot my cum all over your ass" I growled through my gritted teeth.
"Do it baby!" She said excitedly.
Just as I took out my stiff rod and I was ready to shoot, the door to my bedroom flung open. I watched cum shoot up Bethany's back and then trickle onto her heart shaped ass. Then suddenly my head was jerked back violently.
"What in God's name are you doing boy!" My grandmother screeched. "Get the hell outta my house you little slut!"
Bethany did not even bother to wipe the sticky cum off of her back as she crawled off my bed and gathered her clothes. Grandmother still had my hair grasped in her hand, tightly. She pushed my head forward with enough force that I fell onto the bed and rolled over. I could see the anger burning in her eyes. Grandmother's teeth were gritted and her hands clenched into fists of rage. I thought she was going to deck me.
"Is this what you do when I go to church on Wednesday night?" She growled fiercely.
I sat silent on my bed, not knowing what the correct answer, or if there even was a correct answer to her question. My head swam in the confusion and I felt like I was falling down a deep pit that never had a bottom. She stood, rigid, and waited for my reply. For what seemed like hours, the room remained quiet. My cock hung limp and wet with cum, still slowly oozing out of the tip, and my Grandmother flashed angry stares at me.
"Get cleaned up boy, and we'll talk about this when you're done." Grandmother turned and slammed my bedroom door closed behind her.
I had always lived with my Grandmother. My parents were killed in an accident when I was very young. As a kid, my Grandmother made me go to church every Sunday, and even sometimes on Wednesday nights. Of course, as I grew up and went through high school, I would only go to church intermittently. Mostly because when she went to church, I would invite Bethany or any of my other girlfriends over and we would fuck our brains out. Least to say, she was a very strict, religious woman, but she was also fair minded, which made her bearable to live with.
Clean and dressed, I sighed heavily as I opened the door to my bedroom. The smell of coffee brewing emanated from the kitchen, and I could hear Grandmother shuffling the glasses trying to get to the coffee cups behind them.
"So how long have you been having sex John?" Grandmother asked in a serious but calm tone.
All the anger had dissipated from her, or she was really good at hiding it. I felt more relaxed suddenly, and was more open to having this conversation with my Grandmother.
"My first time was about a year ago," I admitted.
"That long?" Grandmother was surprised. "You know John, a few seconds of pleasure isn't worth an eternity in Hell."
I looked down at my feet. Mostly, to hide the smile I could not stop from playing on my lips from the absurdity of the comment that escaped from her mouth. I felt ashamed of myself, however, I knew my Grandmother was serious and I was making a big joke out of all of it. But I still could not help myself.
"This isn't funny John," Grandmother said as if she was reading my mind. She took a sip of her coffee and said, "You can catch some serious diseases if you continue down the path that you're on."
"I know it isn't funny Grandmother," I spoke to my feet; the smile on my face had long vanished.
"And I know I can't stop you doing what you're doing, but you will NOT do it in my house," Her voice rose. "I think it would be a good idea for you to start coming to church on Wednesdays again, and you can bet you'll be going Sunday too."
"Yes ma'am," I replied sheepishly.
I walked back to my room, relieved that I had gotten out of it so easily. I knew it could have been much, much worse. I was quite dismayed though, since my Wednesday fuck fests were over. Now I just had to have a plan to either get out of going to church, or getting Grandmother out of the house.
The next couple of days were dismal. My cock ached for more of Bethany's tight wet pussy, but it seemed that getting away from Grandmother was going to be rather difficult. Every time I told Grandmother that I was going to leave the house for a few hours, she gave me a few chores, which ended up taking the entire day to finish. I was at the end of my wits by the third night. Grandmother could tell I was becoming quite frustrated and irritable, and I knew she was taking some sick perverted pleasure in torturing me.
"John, I really appreciate all the hard work you've been doing for me the past few days." Grandmother said happily.
I sat up on my bed to make room for her to sit down in front of me, "No problem Grandmother."
"I've also noticed you've been stressed out all day," Grandmother pointed out sympathetically as she put her hand on my shin, "Do you want to talk about it?"
I do not know if it was the lack of sex, or the irritating way she was being so happy, or patronizing, or what it was, but I blew up. I felt my skin get hot. My mind raced through all the nasty words I wanted to call her, through all the mean things I wanted to say to her. It was almost like I stepped away from myself for a minute as my mouth opened to let the flow of words spill out like volcano spewing lava.
"You know what your problem is!" I yelled. "You haven't been laid in so long you forgot how to have fun!"
The look on Grandmothers stunned face was one I had never seen before. It was a mixture of pain, anger, sadness, and surprise twisted into one single look. If I had not been as pissed off as I was, I probably would have been scared.
"Why don't you go fuck a huge cock and maybe you'll loosen up a bit!" I continued screaming.
My instincts kicked in suddenly. I jumped out of my bed and ran, as fast as I could, out of my room, down the hallway and out the front door. I could hear Grandmother yelling for me to come back, but I paid no attention. Once I hit the cold night air, I was free.
I ran until I could not breathe anymore, I collapsed onto a soft patch of grass in front of a house a few blocks down the street from my Grandmothers. I was not sure of where I was going to go to, but I was not going to go back to my Grandmothers house. Suddenly, it was my dick that spoke for me. I decided to go over to Bethany's house.
It took half an hour to walk to Bethany's parent's house. All the lights were off in the house, except hers, on the top floor. It was the typical suburban home complete with the lattice on the side of the house that I could climb to Bethany's window. Carefully, I made my way up the lattice work and peered into her window.
