If All Else Fails - Illustrated
Copyright© 2025 by CreepyUnclePete
Chapter 9
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 9 - Instead of writing another fiction story, Wally tells the shocking truth about his many sexual experiences as a teen. Includes short scenes by many other writers, who are credited in the text. Starts with a sci-fi soldier in the far future, but most of the story happens in the 1970's US Midwest. - - - CAUTION - View and understand the story tags/codes before reading! If you don't and some of the content disturbs you, it's your fault instead of mine.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Ma/Ma mt Teenagers Blackmail Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Rape Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Military School Tear Jerker Vignettes War Science Fiction Cheating Sharing Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Cousins Group Sex Swinging Anal Sex First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Voyeurism Big Breasts Public Sex Smoking Caution Prostitution Illustrated
When I got home from school Tuesday afternoon, Mom was on a phone call. She told me, “Mrs. Voss is in the mood again. She wants you to stay over tonight.”
The thought of sex with the old lady didn’t excite me, not at all. “Uh, I have some homework. Tell her maybe next week.”
“She says she has a special need. She’ll give you fifty bucks, instead of the usual twenty.”
“That’s a lot, but I’m really not in the mood.”
Mom handed me the heavy old-style rotary dial phone. “Then you tell her.” She lit a cigarette and walked off.
I reluctantly picked up the handset. “Uh, hello?”
There was a husky and very lusty tone in her voice when Mrs. Voss said, “It’s great to talk with you again, Wallace. I miss you. How is my special young man?” The sexy tone made me think about how fucking her felt, instead of what she looked like.
“I’m okay, I guess. I have a lot of homework tonight...”
“I really need to see you. Just for an hour or so, you don’t have to stay over. Please?”
I had thirty dollars in my wallet so I wasn’t desperate for money, and I really didn’t feel like it. “My report is due on Friday...”
“If you’re that busy I guess I could give you a hundred, for just an hour of your time and special attention.”
I usually only got twenty for a whole night! “A hundred! Uh ... okay. Gimme time to shower and change.”
“Sure! See you soon, Sweetie Weenie!” I hated her pet name for me and wasn’t attracted to her elderly body. Well, maybe the nice cleavage between her large but saggy boobs, when a bra held them up. But a hundred was a LOT of money!
At her place later, Mrs. Voss explained, “I know a young lady who has never seen a boy naked or touched one. She wants some practice before she starts dating. She’s embarrassed and doesn’t want anybody to know. Take off your clothes and I’ll blindfold you. Just sit on the couch and let her play with your body. She wants to try giving a blowjob, too.”
“Uh ... I don’t know.”
She held out a thin stack of twenty-dollar bills. “A hundred cash for only an hour. And next time you can make love to my mouth and butt, too, instead of just the usual.”
“REALLY?”
She unbuttoned my shirt and ordered, “Get those pants off.”
Moments later I sat on the plastic-covered sofa, nude and blindfolded. A door opened and somebody walked a few steps toward us. My girlfriend shouted, “WALLY! You do sex for money! With my GRANDMA!”
There were tears and great distress on her face when I yanked off the blindfold. I offered, “You don’t have to pay! I like you a lot! We can do whatever you want, free!” I clearly didn’t understand women or girls at the time. Maybe I still don’t.
She ran out crying. “Bwahahaha!”
I rapidly dressed as Mrs. Voss awkwardly said, “So YOU are the super-hot football player she talks about all the time. I can see why she likes you. Sorry. I didn’t know.”
I left and trudged home, struggling to hold back tears. I slept in my sister’s bed that night, just holding her and crying. The girl I’d had a crush on for three years hated me! I’d even briefly thought about marrying her!
That was the last time I ever saw or talked to Mrs. Voss. A few days later I found an envelope in the mailbox addressed to me. It contained the hundred dollars cash and a note with just five words. “I’m so sorry, Sweetie Weenie.”
Mrs. Miriam Voss had a stroke and passed away the next night, at the age of sixty-seven. She was survived by a daughter, two sons, and five grandchildren.
I missed her and felt quite sad. I thought about going to the funeral, but seeing Estrella again...
Todd was my best friend at the time, and Estrella’s cousin. He broke up with my little sister and wouldn’t talk to us anymore. I don’t blame him.
We went through a few depressing weeks, until Mom told me, “Pack some clothes. Your dad will be here at five. You’re staying with him for a week. Miri, too.”
I was beyond happy! I missed my father and hadn’t seen him in half a year. There was always plenty of food at his place, he had a video tape player and a home video game system, which were expensive and rare at the time; and he often took me to restaurants, too. “YES!”
As I threw some clean socks in a paper grocery bag, Mom told me, “Don’t leave Miri alone with him. Watch out for her.”
“Sure.”
When Dad finally arrived at seven thirty, he went in Mom’s room to “have a grown-up talk” with her.