Some Frat Boys

Chastity stalked through Shooters Bar and Grill like a tigress surveying her jungle domain. Her tight, clingy black dress clung to every voluptuous curve of her legendary body - the one that made men weep and women seethe with envy. At 54, the silver streaked hair only added to her wild, sexy mystique. The crowd parted before her, whispers trailing in her wake.

Her predatory gaze swept over the room, landing on a gaggle of young things preening by the bar. Their eyes widened as she approached, like gazelles sensing a big cat. Chastity smirked, amused. Kids. So naive. So... eager.

In a flash, she had the nearest one pinned against the wall, kissing him roughly. He whimpered into her mouth as she ground her lush body against his. The others looked on in shock, then started edging closer, hands roaming. Chastity laughed throatily. She took them all in a frenzy of slapping flesh and muffled moans, right there for the crowd's delight, an impromptu reverse gangbang.

When she was done, she tossed them aside like used tissues, laughing. The young bucks lay sprawled and dazed, more than a little in love. Chastity was every bit a wild, wild woman on the prowl since her divorce. Men, women, couples - she wasn't picky. Tonight was just another night in her unending fuckfest of self-discovery.

Next, she homed in on a pair of 30-something male roommates doing shots. They were on her in an instant, all roaming, groping hands and mouth. Chastity lost herself in their kiss as they took turns pounding into her. She'd never been shy. If you wanted something, you took it. She rode them hard, the crowd cheering her on.

In the night, she brought a young couple home and seduced the wife, leaving the husband tied to the bed in tears. In the morning, she left them catatonic. She'd never been one for boring missionary or reciprocal. She took what she wanted, when she wanted.

Back at Shooters, a trio of frat boys caught her eye. She crooked a finger at them, and they were hers in an instant. Later, they told the tale with a mix of awe and shame. Chastity nearly choked on her drink. Kids today. No stamina.

She was riding a gorgeous Latina at the club when a man tapped her shoulder. He was hot, in a GQ kind of way. "Hey," he said. "I couldn't help but notice, you're quite the woman."

Chastity looked him over, interested. "I'm quite the woman," she agreed. "What kind of woman are you?"

He grinned. "The kind who thinks he can keep up with you."

Chastity raised an eyebrow. "Cocky. I like that." She took his hand. "Let's go."

In her office, their coupling was intense and intimate. Chastity was insatiable, with a sexual appetite that bordered on feral. He rose to the challenge, and they left each other wrecked hours later.

"Damn," he said. "I'm Mark."

"Chastity," she replied. "Let's do this again sometime."

He smiled. "I'll hold you to that."

Over the next weeks, Mark became a fixture in her sexual adventures. As uninhibited as she was, there was something about his enthusiasm that thrilled her. She took him to the next level - toys, threesomes, foursomes.