Summer came to a wonderful end for me. I was at the point in my relationship with Bill that I thought the next, natural step would be marriage. I'm sure Bill weighed similar options-I was the one who couldn't seem to make up her mind. After having been matched with a man for twelve years to whom I shared so little in common, matrimony was not high on my list of priorities.
A miscalculation at my age, thirty-eight, represented poorly invested time; I couldn't afford spending my prime with the wrong man. The years had thus far been kind to me; I did not suffer the ravages of age. My face showed little signs of wrinkle, my flesh hadn't softened-my tits, thank God, didn't begin drooping. My lustrous, shoulder-length brunette hair was shorn of gray; not even an errant strand was visible in startling sunlight. No, I was fairly certain my beauty remained fresh, and was reassured when people continued to mistake Deb and I for sisters. Perhaps it was my penchant to don her clothes, or use her make-up that promoted that amusing deception. I could pass as an older relation other than her mother.
My vigor was definitely responsible in drawing Bill to me. Convinced I was a decade or so younger, he had difficulty in accepting my mature age. "I thought you were in your mid-twenties," he declared after I disclosed my true years. "You certainly fooled me."
"Would somebody that inexperienced give you as much pleasure?" I had teased while mounting him. "Only a ripe woman could make it feel this good."
The second my wet snatch covered him, he wasn't inclined to argue my point. His answering gasp was sufficient proof to my claim.
Bill was good for me; he stroked my ego both in and out of bed. A year older, he had thick, dark hair fringed with gray, and ruggedly masculine features. His body, to my delight, was rough with hair. Although he had a bit of a paunch, I hardly found that disconcerting; Bill's thick cock and its expert performance more than compensated any shortcomings. Bill and I had marathons that lasted the night; one would assume sex couldn't possibly retain its glow at this juncture in our lives, but we both proved that a fallacy. Bill sustained a drive that could conceivably outlast men many times his junior. My appetite was of equal strength.
It was a hot August night, where the air was nearly stagnant. Bill and I, in a romantic frame, were just returning from an outdoor concert. The picnic supper, replete with sandwiches and a bottle of chilled Chablis, set the tone for flirtation. From the start of the evening, I indulged him with seductive glances as well as allowed his hands to roam freely over my satiny thighs. Having donned shorts and tennis shirts, we revealed as much of our flesh to each other that was publicly permitted. Bill, knowing of my preoccupation with the dense forest that sheltered his chest, kept the top buttons undone. To even the score, I let my big tits shift about in a titillating manner without constraint. Throughout the concert, I positioned my back to his chest and swept my hand over the bristly texture of his muscled thigh. Bill's chin, resting on my shoulder, pressed gently as my caress apparently fueled his excitement. I felt the thrilling whisper of his breath against my ear and knew what sort of images I fed him while music filtered the air. His accidental brushing of my billowy globes was further evidence of his torment; he was alert to the fact he couldn't openly squeeze them and barely resisted the impulse. His heavy fingers drifted up and down my thighs, their tremor prevalent. The glimmer of passion we exchanged presided through most of the show. There was a silent message conveyed that, when we got home, all these impressions would build to a satisfying conclusion.
I didn't even try to discipline myself while sitting beside him while he drove. I continued to massage his hairy thigh in the darkness, revitalizing him with lustful inspiration. The length of our journey precluded his pulling over to the side of the road and fucking my brains out in the back seat. Bill, a reliable person, took driving seriously-even when my hands were all over him.
"Are you staying the night?" I purred into his ear.
He nodded, warming to my feathery touch. I detected his physical ache to reciprocate, yet he maintained command of the wheel.
"You realize tomorrow morning, I have to drive Deb to school."
His spirit fell. I observed his resulting bleakness with remorse. Perhaps I shouldn't have mentioned it; Bill dis-liked my leaving town, even if it was a night or so. I prayed my error didn't dampen his mood.
"Can't you lend her one of your cars?" he asked. "She is of legal age to drive herself. Besides, you've done a successful job of raising her to be accountable."
I winced. "I realize that, baby, but it's the mother in me that won't let go." This wasn't the first time we'd had this discussion; Bill was forever sermonizing me about the limits to my maternal devotion. How could I explain to him that, for the past six years, I was the one person Deb could count on to act on her behalf? Her father couldn't be bothered with attending her school assemblies, endorsing her park activities, or volunteering to coach many of the sports in which she had participated. Regardless of her objections, Deb has always known me to be there for her. I certainly wasn't going to desert her when she had that long drive ahead of her and setting up her apartment on campus. I even went as far as screening potential roommates, and in the end, decided to subsidize her rent so she wouldn't have to put up with flighty boarders. It was nearly impossible to sever the strong ties that existed between Deb and me. We were close and shared confidences that pronounced us good friends rather than mother and daughter.
Bill's growing disenchantment was telling. The slant of his features had dismally transplanted his previous mood. I foresaw Bill being petulant at my decision. I could not, however, contain my doting affections; programming myself to behave in a separate fashion was an un-likely goal.
I gripped his hairy flesh with unconcealed pleasure. "We have the entire night to discuss it."
"Your answer will remain unchanged."
My hand traveled toward his crotch. Though impractical, it was a calculated move to avoid the escalation of his temper. At that instant, an argument was highly probable. "You wouldn't want me leaving without a proper sendoff?"
Bill was swift to concur. His perturbed expression lingered.
I pinched his thigh, remaining above his disposition. Just as he was persistent in his beliefs, I never veered from mine. Bill was hopelessly stubborn-a facet of his character I was forced to accept from the beginning. I spotted that flaw five minutes into our first date, when Bill disapproved of my suggestions for a restaurant. Later, he insisted upon ordering for me-without having an inkling of my taste in food. That backward thinking somewhat improved over time, but I occasionally saw traces of it.
As a cunning female, it was my role to offer challenge. That, I felt, kept the sizzle in our affair.
I crossed my long, slender legs, purposely grazing his shaggy limb. In wearing shorts, we both had the excuse for skin to meet skin. "Come on, honey, let's not fight. It's been fun tonight. I don't want it to end on a sour note."
"When will you learn to let go?" he questioned. "My God, Bev, she's eighteen years old. You were married when you were her age."
"Yes," I sighed. "And I've regretted it to this day. If only I hadn't been in such a hurry to leave home-to demonstrate to my parents I could exist without them. No, I won't permit Deb to repeat my mistakes. We have an excellent relationship. She tells me everything." My mind reverted to thoughts of my upbringing. "I wished I had that kind of support from my mother; instead, all I received were sermons, warnings, and bad advice."
Bill patted my thigh. "You've done a fine job raising her, Bev. Nobody can dispute that."
"I simply can't switch off my maternal instincts," I confessed. "Whenever Deb is troubled, I see red. I don't merely offer sympathy; I take action."
"You don't have to convince me of that. I can certainly attest to your dedication."
"And why not? Her father offered her little or no support. He couldn't be disturbed. He buried himself in his work, avoided her at all cost. It's a wonder she's grown to be the sweet, caring girl she is."
"You're biased."
I shrugged. "Don't underplay my feelings for Deb. She's my life. I would do anything to make her happy."
"And what of me?" His hand never left my thigh. The squeeze he applied carried passion, urgency. A flurry of tingles raced through my every cell. "Don't I deserve some of that burning affection?"
I smiled, affected his vibrations. "You're hardly in competition with my daughter. What I feel for you isn't in the same class."
"But it consumes you. It occupies your every thought. When I gaze at you, even when we're in bed, I'm not sure if you're not the least distracted over your hectic schedule and how you'll manage to spend time with Deb."
I slipped my hand over his semi-erect cock. His balls and shaft were in evidence from their arrangement inside his shorts. "When you're fucking me, I have absolutely no spare energy to entertain such reflection. That distant look in my eyes is the complete satisfaction I'm having." I punctuated my remark with a stimulating grope. The front of his shorts tightened around that burgeoning, disproportionate mass.
"Christ," he muttered. His knuckles turned white as they held fast to the steering wheel. "I'll have you home in another ten minutes-then you're going to have a lot to handle, baby. A lot to handle."
"I hope so," I murmured with dreamy preoccupation. Tonight, there would be cum-letting the-likes Bill had never known. I couldn't bear the thought of not having him for a day or two. Sex with Bill was so vastly pleasurable, the thought of its exclusion left me dejected. I'd have to fuck him so thoroughly that it would take each of us several days to recover until our next reunion; irrefutably, that celebration would outlast the one we were about to have.
I took my hand away from his cock. Getting into an accident was not desired-I wanted us to safely slip into bed. Restraining myself was difficult. I loved fondling Bill's throbbing shaft; playing with it made him deliciously fuckable. Bill reacted strongly to my feline touch: a shivering pass of my fingertips was often the minimum requirement. He swelled right through my fist, his cockhead emerging from my trembling clutch.
I rid my mind of these images. I got wet, thinking about the enjoyment I received when he fucked me. My knees rubbed together, tightening my already soaked pussy. Ohhhhhhhhhh. I thought about my juicy cunt lips capturing his thrusting cock, engulfing him with my female heat. I yearned to hear him groan as he fit that swollen thing into my liquid center. Ohhhhhhhhh.
By reflex, my fingers trailed provocatively along his hair-scratchy thigh. I traced stimulating patterns that caused his jaw to drop. The bristly texture of flesh sent me into a pant. Bill's arms were also heavily topped. I thought of that roughness covering my warm, writhing body, dragging me to him, while plunging into my slick opening. Ohhhhhhhhhh.
"Go easy, baby," he whispered, accelerating. "You're getting me too excited."
I swallowed roughly. "I can't wait to have you inside my pussy."
"Yeah." His voice was similarly ragged with need. My caress seared him. Horniness surged through his body to the same effect.
Lust between us was highly contagious. The most innocent touch frequently erupted into a storm of unquenchable passion. My fevered brain waves served as the catalyst. I could think of little beyond that big dick inches from my shaking hand. I ached for that hot, spearing rush reaching deep in my snatch. Ohhhhhhhhhh.
Bill managed to get us to my front door in record time. He was just as hungry for it. Before he put the car in park mode, I virtually slid onto his lap, planting my lips over his. Ferociously, I kissed him, intensely frustrated. The anticipation of the last few miles left me sopping wet, hankering for penetration. I desperately wanted that hard, splitting cock buried in my pussy. I was prepared to accept his abandoned thrusts, including the impact of his balls as they urgently slapped my thighs.
"Jesus," he muttered, "can't wait until we're in the house, can you?"
"I want you so much," I sobbed. To prove my claim, I took his hand and slipped it inside my shorts. I shivered as his thick fingers slid over my drenched pussy. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Can't you feel how badly I need you, baby?"
While my chest was pressed against his, I encountered his hammering heart. His pulse was like a trip-hammer, geared for high performance. "Let's go to your room," he whispered hoarsely.
Another blemish of Bill's character was his old-fashioned values. He didn't believe in having sex in his car; the bed was his traditional place. If he allowed it, I would have blown him right there with my head banging against the steering column. Bill, however, demanded complete privacy when his stiff cock came out of his pants. He didn't want the world to see him with a hard-on.
I was too horny to argue. Let him adhere to his dated mores-as long as I was recipient to the pleasure he had to give.
Excitement pumped into every cell of my body. We went to my bedroom without the need for light. The moon, spilling through the blinds, illuminated our path. Adrenaline fueled us every step of the way.
My first fleeting thought was whether Deb was home. She had mentioned prior to my departure that she was planning to take in a movie with her girlfriends. According to my watch, that should have long since ended and her return was imminent. I doubted Deb invested much time in packing her things; naturally, I spoiled her. She had grown accustomed to my picking up after her, attending to those details. That habit was difficult for me to break. If I had more than one child, would I have fussed over Deb to the same degree?
Bill, enclosing my wrist, dragged me into my room. The tension he exercised was a reminder Deb wasn't my constant duty. Lovingly, I went to him. I took care in shutting the door while he undressed behind me. Bill subscribed to a double standard: it was acceptable for him to strip me, but he preferred to disrobe himself. His idiosyncrasies were small, but noticeable.
I waited for the rustling of sheets to serve as my signal. Bill had gotten into bed and motioned for me to join him. I couldn't bear another second of physical inattention. My body was starved for fondling. I sat beside him, shaking. He reached for me with his mouth, circling my lips. Intuitively, he knew I wanted to be kissed. His tongue entered me, looking for my tongue. I didn't possess the patience to toy with him. I flicked against his tip, purring. The force of his kiss took my breath. I moaned, craving the sweep of his hand. Bill did not disappoint me. My partially unbuttoned blouse enabled him easy access to my tits. He cupped my breast, running his thumb over and over the nub until it swelled to full ripeness. Electric shocks hummed through my system.
"Oh, yes, Bill," I panted, exhaling with effort. He silenced me with another of his mind-boggling kisses. When our lips connected, we were caught up by a heat storm. I gave myself over to the splendor it afforded. The taste of his saliva inflamed my senses. I was aware the rest of my buttons were undone when my blouse fell from my shoulders. The cool night air whispered around my nipples. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
Bill took pleasure in shedding my clothes and baring my flesh. His thumbs dipped gently beneath my elastic band, then caused my shorts to make their temperature-raising slide down my lusciously trim thighs. My conscious trips to the health club were well worth the drooling he suffered.
"Baby," he said under his breath, "you look good. Jesus. You're so fucking hot."
My lips curved. I loved promoting that thought-even if my muscles burned after an especially rigorous session with the machines.
My panties were the next item to be moved. I had chosen the black lace ones as they were Bill's favorite. He rarely failed to swallow roughly when he caught sight of them. I was glad for his fierce reaction; it spurred him on.
"Oh, Bev," he gasped, upon seeing my pussy.
The dark wisps beckoned to him. Without wasting a second, he enclosed my mound. His thumb passing over my clit had me moaning. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. My chin tilted upward and my eyes closed as I endured that sapping rush. Bill knew what he was doing-my expression urged him forward. I shivered as he cupped my mound, rotating his thumb over the damp spot. My cunt lips were sensitive to the pressure he exerted, but not nearly as much as my clit. The moment he slipped his hand beneath my panties and wove through my pubic thatch, I almost lurched from bed. I was stunned by his grope. My wetness deepened. Bill's approach to my pussy was deliciously sluggish. He wanted to fully arouse me, allowing a generous span of time for my every cell to awaken. When he finally plunged his huge cock into me, I would be thoroughly receptive.
He pulled me toward him and opened his mouth. His lips seized my nipple. A second later, the hot darting of his limber tongue caused my erratic heartbeat. More and more saliva was lashed over that nub, along with tormenting nibbles. He scooped up my big tits, filling his hands with as much as they could contain. There was no mistaking the tremors-Bill was wildly excited by those babies. He loved handling my boobs-sometimes for an hour-relating his satisfaction verbally and visually. His eyes were the most effective form of communication; those dark brown pupils burned a hole right through me when he was totally aroused. Bill could say "fuck me" with his eyes and that got me weak and juicy. When I would see his intense expression, I would silently get on my back, spread my legs and surrender to him. I'd squeeze that hard dick right into my tight pussy. Bill would usually howl with delight while I emitted a guttural sigh as he crammed that thing between my legs.
This night was no exception. I was hot for him, as he was for me. I couldn't wait to drop my clothes and climb all over him. I did, however, derive joy from the way he was sucking my tits. Ohhhhhhhh. That tongue never stopped for a second. His knack for bestowing pleasure remained on target. His wriggling lips refused to idle; the longer he mouthed my nipples, the sharper my appetite for him became.
"Yes," I sobbed as he slurped and tickled me. I crammed more tit at him, all to his exultation. I had learned ages before that you could never give Bill enough-more, to him, was a compliment. When I begged him to repeat something that felt good, it stroked his ego. He liked to assume he was the sole person alive who could precipitate such ferocity.
"Mmmmmmmmm," he muttered, puckering my nipple.
Watching him get hard provided me a shivering thrill. I loved to arouse Bill. I loved the way the lines of tension in his face became visible, the way the urgency in his grip developed, along with his speed of breath. I luxuriated in his reaction, but more importantly, I appreciated its effect on me. He made me incredibly wet and tingly, anxious to have him inside me. I often came when he began penetrating me. Feeling his stiff cock sliding into my pussy was more than I could bear. My senses were a barrage of fireworks, exploding in rapid succession. Bill knew exactly how to fight the required match.
I moaned at the touch of his lips as my mind reverted to the present. "Oh, yes, suck them, use your tongue, squeeze them with your lips. Ohhhhhhhh, Bill. I love when you put your mouth all over them. Yes. It feels so good."
Bill required no further instruction. His mouth moved slowly, heatedly, carrying with it desire and saliva. I lay back and allowed the sensations to flow through my body-it was all so wonderful. I felt safe and sexy with him. He licked me gently, yet made his hunger known.
Bill's contentment was shown in his tracing my moist cunt lips. He ran his tip leisurely along the succulent groove, watching my lust blossom. The inside of my snatch was juicy, inviting. He took several delightful moments to finger me. I responded heatedly. I writhed against him, moaning. My cunt sucked at his digits, urging him to continue. If he concentrated on this region, I would soon be shaking with orgasm. Although the idea held appeal, he didn't want to indulge me so swiftly. He preferred building my passion to an exciting peak.
I loved what he was doing to my pussy. Every fraction of movement sent me into a hot quiver. I clenched my teeth and exhaled sharply as he inserted a finger, then fucked me with it. I was glad his fingers were thick. "Ohhhhhhh, that feels so good, yes, Bill. Stick it into my pussy. Get me juicy. Mmmmmmmm. Make that hole warm and slick for your cock. Ohhhhhhhhh." It would have been simple to persist with his digit, but that did not suit Bill. He wanted to study me at a more intriguing angle.
I gasped as he maneuvered himself above me. I did not like being deprived of his muscular support. Moaning as we shifted position, I held my arms out to him. "Come here, baby, get on top of me." I moved my legs apart, willing him to cover me with his man's body.
His thirst was conveyed by his expression. "I'll be there, baby, but not quite yet."
"What are you going to do?"
He sank between my velvety thighs. "Something we both love very much." His tepid breath on my skin caused a delicious shiver. I became quite anxious for him to arrive at the source of my smoldering sensuality.
"Ohhhhh!" I sputtered as his tongue slithered along my cunt lips. I just wasn't prepared. My nails sank into his shoulders, but not before Bill slurped my clit. "Oh, God, more, please, more. Ohhhhhhh. Oh, Bill. Lick it. Lick it softly. Yes. Ohhhhhhhh."
He answered my cry with another shiver-producing lap. He delved into my nectar-rich opening, entering me slowly. I was crazy with pleasure. Bill loved my tangy sweetness. I was a fanatic about cleanliness. I washed my pussy with a strawberry-flavored soap; my flesh bore that hunger-producing scent. He ravenously gulped the juice that oozed from my fragrant depths. No sooner had he downed what gushed between my legs than my snatch was replenished. He continued to stir me with those blistering lashes.
He grasped my slim thighs and lifted me to facilitate access of every delectable point. He ran his hot tongue up and down my succulent pussy, driven by the sound of my cries. Bill enjoyed watching me lose control, especially when he used his mouth on me. I was happy to be licked voraciously and without interruption.
"Suck me, suck my pussy," I moaned, curving my lips until the rippling fury of his tongue changed my amusement into heart-stopping madness. I emitted hoarse screams that echoed through my room. From that point, I was reduced to shaking, unable to calm myself even for a second. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, my God. Oh, Bill. Keep doing that. Yes. More. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Suck on it. Suck it hard-without stopping."
He nudged my love button, nearly sending me into a convulsion. Covering it with his mouth, he flicked his tip repeatedly over it until I clutched his massive shoulders so I wouldn't fly off the bed. Knowing Bill, he-likely fought the impulse to climb back on top of me when he saw my tits jiggle frantically. Staring at my nipples made him gluttonous. Although he probably longed to suck them, he managed to focus his energies on lapping my cunt. Its keen flavor increased his appetite. Afterward, he tongued me into a frenzy, feeling the tremors in my flesh through his mouth.
"Fuck me with your tongue," I murmured, feverish. "Push it into me. Wriggle it in my cunt hole. Do it, baby. Oh, please, slip it inside my snatch. Ohhhhhhhhhh."
Bill answered my plea. He squeezed it and out of my snatch, listening to my superb agony. His fingers tightened around my soft flesh.
"Ohhhhh! Deeper! Oh, God, baby, don't sto-make me cum. Make me cum with your mouth. Ohhhhhhhhhh." The moment of seizure was at hand. If he continued in the manner he effected, I would be thrashing at his mercy. I balled my fists and submitted myself to his will.
He sank it between my sappy cunt lips, letting it gush over him. Once his tip went as far as it could, he wiggled it. The walls of my pussy resisted its movement. He savored their tightness, certainly thinking how good it would feel when his erect cock stroked my juicy inside.
I was delirious. His tongue felt so strong within me, making squishy sounds as it probed my cunt. Bill was making me ooze, only to wipe it with his limber tip. God, he gave fabulous head! I could lay back for hours and receive it, cumming again and again. I bit my lip, then arched my back as he poured more of his soul into his slurps. I reached for my nipples, twisting them between my fingers. They throbbed, demanding to be tweaked. I did so, then gathered them up in my hands for a shivering kneading. My tits fluttered in my grip. I rotated my thumbs over the enlarged nubs, purring as I wrung the thrill from my body. "Eat it, baby," I gasped. "Eat me good. Lick my pussy. Warm me up for that big cock of yours."
"Yeah," he muttered. "You're gonna need to be hot and juicy for it when I put it in. I'm stiff as a bat."
That prospect stimulated me. I was tight with excitement, anticipating that thick shaft's entrance. Virtually little "give" would be available, in light of the constriction of my muscles in my cuntal walls. I expected for it to initially hurt; Bill was nearly as thick as my wrist. Getting his cock into me, even when I was soaking wet, was frequently a problem. It wasn't unusual for me to grit my teeth or bite my lip when he slid into my taut pussy. Bill's cock was almost two and a half-inches wide; our first session was engraved in my memory, a delicious episode. Although some pain arose, it was of that vibrant, exquisite variety that soon had me pushing my snatch at it to receive more. After the ache settled deep in my groin, the transformation was complete: my discomfort became sexual agitation. A nervous energy would evolve, having me charge at him with a frantic bucking of my hips until Bill felt my anxieties build. That energy converted into a fucking frenzy that tested his staying power to its limit.
I barely managed to gaze downward and watch Bill eat me. His serious expression made me impossibly horny. The way he cupped my ass and bore down on my pussy was so tenacious and exacting. He absorbed every drop emitted from my cunt, his cheeks sticky with my perfumed excess. I enclosed his head with my thighs, allowing myself to be lured to orgasm. Bill wouldn't fuck me until he knew I had taken my pleasure-it was his practice. I wasn't in a position to argue as weakness engulfed me.
"Baby, you're making me cum," I choked, my air supply threatened. My pussy tightened around his tongue, my clit vibrating. I clawed at his shoulders.
I picked up my ass and shook it violently. "Oh, baby, I'm gonna cum-ohhhhhhhh! Oh, my God. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Bill never once hesitated as I thrashed upon my back, spasming. He proceeded to lick me, flicking his tongue heavily over my sensitized clit. He knew such action would accentuate my experience.
"That's it, babe," he groaned. "Cum hard, yeah, cum hard against my mouth. Let me taste you while you cum. Mmmmmmmmm. I love the flavor of your excitement."
He measured the strength of my orgasm by the color in my cheeks, the contortion of my mouth and the sharp inhalations I took. My eyes were shut as the ravages of joy took their toll. If all these signs were present, he resolved that my pleasure was met with a satisfying conclusion.
Bill flattened my ass to the bed and pushed my legs open, encountering some struggle left in me. It amazed him how powerful I became in the heat of climax. My flesh was warm and clammy. I moaned at his touch. He knew he could no longer keep his lust at bay. He climbed on top of me while squeezing my tit. My nipple left an imprint in his palm, it was so hot.
"Hurry," I squealed, still shuddering. "Get your dick in me. Push it into my warm cunthole."
He was so hard, I'm sure it ached; the curve of his shaft pronounced him fully rigid. He pumped his cock with his fist, then slipped the bloated head just inside my cunt lips. My love oils spilled around it, paving a slick path. He caught my hips and pulled me to him. His cock plunged far into my pussy, straight to the balls. Urgency propelled him. Normally, he was more observant to my absorbing him; this time, I left him so physically disturbed, he couldn't resist the call of his fever. He was much too inflamed to take notice of my capabilities.
"Oh, God!" I gasped. He practically split me apart. "Ohhhhhh. Oh, Bill." In terms of length, it wasn't difficult to take his six-and-a-half inches; the width was what made the difference. My eyes rolled up in their sockets at his searing penetration. It took a moment for me to become accustomed to his size. "Ohhhhhhhhh." My nails stroked his back as the ache gradually ebbed. "Oh, yes. Ohhhhhhh."
Bill lost himself in the hot moisture as he moved his dick back and forth. His groin slapped mine as he filled me, then made noisy wet sounds as he eased himself from my grabbing pussy. I was soft and squishy inside. His dick felt great, charging through my cunt.
"Are you okay, baby?" he asked after a moment of pumping.
"God, yes."
"I didn't.. .hurt you, did I?"
There wasn't a chance I was going to imply that, whether in my expression or quivering voice. I loved his sudden gruff personality and its frequent emergence. It excited me all the more that I could arouse such intensity in him. "I love it. I love when you fuck me."
My cunt, my boobs, everything was a perfect fit. His cock slid freely between my trim thighs, getting coated with my dank moisture.
"Yeah, baby," he groaned, responding to my perceptible heat. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me. Shove that sweet pussy at my dick. Milk me-make me cum with your tight snatch."
His grip on me tightened as his desire intensified. The light of reality faded in his eyes as they glazed over. He was buried in hot, squishy cunt, allowing it to moisten his every inch. I elevated my hips to claim more and more of that thick cock. Ohhhhhhhhhh. There wasn't a single section that escaped my tingling wetness. The ring of my pussy strained his bulk as I crushed it. I fucked him back with the same concentration he demonstrated. I let him experience my hunger with every thrust, every sigh, every toe-curling shiver.
It was by design that this session carried the steam it did. I wanted to leave him with hot, lingering thoughts long after I was on my journey with Deb. His mind would sizzle with these images, these sensations. I was bound and determined to prove no other woman could fulfill him as completely.
I cried out as Bill fucked me. Having my pussy occupied with his hard cock was the most heavenly sensation I knew. I held him close to me, thrusting my tits at his chest. His hands were still on my tits, stroking the nipples with his thumbs. Sparks of joy fragmented my thoughts. Bill grasped-almost by instinct-which buttons to press. His judgment was excellent. I reacted to each and every twitch.
"Ohhhhh," I panted, humping back violently and with abandon. Bill kept his strokes smooth and steady, his cock slippery with juice. "Keep it in me. I'll make your dick grow excitedly in my pussy. Ohhhhhhhhh. Deeper, baby-as far as it can reach. Yes. Ohhhhhhhh, it's really stiff. Ohhhhhhhh, and big. So very big."
I couldn't help but moan when he pushed down. There was no escaping the reverberate pleasure of that swollen member. Hot bursts of joy swam through my flesh. Relaxing myself, I was conscious of every vein along the surface of his cock. I could feel his heavy throb as he buried it into my soft, creamy center. Ohhhhhhhh. I got off on the fact I supplied him gratification. I liked that he found contentment between my legs.
I caressed his back, sweeping the fine network of muscle, then lowered my hand to search for his balls. Uncovering them was troublesome with Bill sawing through my juicy cunt lips; the pleasure his cock gave me restricted my quest. Nonetheless, I inched down his back, blindly hunting for those precious things. I managed to cup his flexing buttocks as he pumped me.
"Fuck me harder, baby," I whispered. His strokes were infectious. I couldn't ignore the hot churning that encompassed me. I lifted myself to that thrusting dick, urging it to impale me. Ohhhhhhhhh. I trembled just as he pulled back and before he plunged into me again. I took a moment to savor our fierce connection. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard."
Bill grunted in my face, overcome with passion. He received tremendous pleasure by having his dick rubbed by my cunt lips. I was wide-open for his onslaught. He gasped as my pussy swallowed him whole. There was visible relief in having an outlet to charge his excited member into. My pussy grabbed and consumed every bit of him, prompting his strained groan.
My smile changed into an agonized look when he immersed himself roughly in my cunt. God, he felt incredible! I loved when he fucked me. Not one part of my body failed to respond; whether it was my fluttering eyelids, my fingers sinking into his flesh, or my toes curling, my electrification was broadly in evidence.
I dug my nails into his ass, returning from the splendor he gave. Bill displayed no sign of pain from my feverish reply, merely driving himself into my pussy with all he had. I reached lower, feeling his balls. I touched them lightly, alert to how he enjoyed that. My fingertips, I'm certain, were like electric shocks to his system; initially, he flinched, then gave himself entirely over to the thrill they afforded.
"Yeah, baby," he grunted, spearing into my hot squish. "Yeah, play with them. Ahhhhhhhhhhh."
"Does it feel better when I lick your balls?"
"It's incredible, no matter what you do."
His shaft ground against my clit as I curved my hips up to meet him and the head of his cock. He teased me to even greater heights. I existed on a plane of ecstasy I rarely knew. I threw my head back, and in doing so, raised my nipples to his bared teeth. Each nipple received a heavy, hot grazing that sent the blood streaming through my body.
"Ohhhhhh," I sobbed, undulating. "More, more-give it to me, baby. Fuck me with your big dick. Drive it deep, right to the bottom. Ohhhhhhh. Make the whole thing fit. Yes. Keep going back and forth, against my clit. Ohhhhhhhh. You're going to make me cum doing that. Yes."
I was so horny, I would have done anything he wanted.
Bill's intent thrusts sank my butt into the bed. I persisted in lubricating his dick with my drenching cunt. He groaned as I stroked him with my catching pussy lips. Their quality was so incredible, he was about to jizz. I obviously perceived this urge as I panted in his ear. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes vacant. In his pupils, I saw flaming desire and the impelling force to discharge. He had no control over himself, merely the frantic whim to tame the agitation in his balls. That hard, shoving cock had no conscience. It just kept steering into me, pushing my cunt lips apart to gain access to the liquid source of my excitement.
His delirium turned me on. I didn't want the commotion we started to end any time soon.
He gasped while he worked himself into my slippery grip. "Jesus, baby. So tight. So fucking tight-"
I willed more of a juicy clench, robbing him of air. He had close quarters in which to move that monster. It felt incredible, wantonly squeezing him. I felt a sense of power.
"Cum in me," I moaned. "I want to feel your cock squirt inside my pussy. Go ahead, I'm going to cum, too."
Bill worked my pussy harder, knowing he could bring me off with a few more strokes. I gathered he wanted to pump me longer, but knew he was about to shoot. There was little he could do to prevent himself from creaming-not with my hot pussy forwarding the impulse.
"I'm getting so close, babe," he muttered, sharpening the pace. The hot sucking sounds of my pussy nearly made him discharge as he fed me stiff cock. The meeting of flesh in the midst of eager, tingling moisture made his desire swell.
My hips advanced toward him, propelled by instinct. I didn't want him to withdraw, nor did I wish his altering our position. I wanted him to cum on top of me.
I nuzzled his bucking ass with my nails. "Come on, baby, you know you want to fill my pussy with that hot goo. God, I'm cumming. Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! You're making me cum again-first with your mouth, now with your dick. Oh, baby, shoot-shoot in me."
His groin beating against my mound made my speech slur. His ass flexed and moved as he pushed more of his hard thing into my cunthole. Seized by the convulsion he triggered, I jammed my nails into his butt flesh as I came.
"Christ," Bill groaned, spewing into my hot receptacle. Jism splashed inside my snatch as the spasms overtook him. He smothered my vibrating nipples with his sweat-covered flesh, embracing me as he emptied himself.
I cried out as powerful contractions tore through my body. I would have flown off the bed if Bill hadn't held me fast. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," I wailed, rocking beneath him. During the heat of my spasm, I arranged my throbbing clit against his hard dick and massaged it. The sweet friction deepened my orgasm. "Oh, God-" My pussy tightened around his quivering cock, milking it for all it was worth.
Bill collapsed on top of me. His climax had robbed him of energy. It was always like this between us. Sex with Bill was perfection. I couldn't possibly ask for more.
I was still raking my nails over Bill's butt, purring with contentment. His cock, reduced to a semi-hard state, was still inside me. I made no sign for him to withdraw; his jism would invariably pour from my pussy. Bill had cum a great deal-more than he had in a while.
"You enjoyed that, eh, baby?" he murmured, flicking his tongue at my ear.
"Mmmmmm," I replied, kissing his cheek. "It's always good."
"So good that you'll always want it?"
I smiled dreamily. "Sure."
"Can you handle more?"
"You're teasing me, aren't you?" I giggled. "You couldn't possibly be ready."
"Oh?" The hard thickness of his cock did not totally diminish from orgasm. It got stiff in my pussy. The burgeoning width strained my cunt lips and pushed against my clit. I shivered. Bill, with his flashing eyes and satiric grin, silently bid my to lay on my back and resume our hot, wet fucking.
"Ohhhhh," I panted. "Oh, my God. You're making my snatch bend-ohhhhhhh!"
"Better get used to it, baby. We're gonna be doing this all night. Oh, yeah. I'm going to keep it in your warm pussy." Bill pumped me with hard dick, transporting me to familiar heights of ecstasy.
The smooth, steady plunge of his shaft made me dysfunctional. Bill never really gave me a chance to recover from our first session; launching into another knocked me breathless. I had little recourse but to enjoy the procession of sensations that were fed me. I pressed my head into the pillow and writhed, placing demand on my shoulder blades to hoist my pussy. Bill sliced neatly into my cunt, robbing me of air and rendering me joy. His slow, heavy thrusts spared me nothing. The onslaught of bliss was dizzying.
"Baby," I sizzled in his ear, "oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me." My hand returned to his ass, encouraging him, urging his willful pitch into my sodden pussy. His reentry into the various levels of my snatch was even sweeter. Bill was quick to bring me to furious arousal. He had me gulping air, clawing for his sweat-drenched body as his stretched cock dipped into the lower regions of my cunt.
"Yeah, feels good." Bill lifted himself, kneeling between my legs, fucking me eyeball to eyeball. He occasionally watched his dick slide through my pussy lips, then closed his eyes with a shudder. "Jesus," he proclaimed, "that hot tickle races straight to my balls."
This wasn't a time to think with my mind, when circumstances compounded an otherwise ideal situation. I elected to think with my pussy. It was a more delectable choice.
I gazed at him and felt love flow from my body to his. The fact that our loins were locked made the transfer more delicious. My cunt lips moistly enveloped his shaft, sucking it into my soft flesh.
He rode me for several wonderful moments, then captured my ankles and held them high. He plunged roughly into my pussy, enjoying the hot smack of our groins, letting out joyful cries. I felt his spent cum, all squishy inside, around his pummeling cock. The added lubrication enhanced our intimacy.
"Ohhhhh!" I sobbed as he separated the moist folds of my pussy with his cock, pushing it evenly to my creamy center. My legs felt numb, elevated by him. I was overcome with rapture. He made me ache, but I loved every second of it. Mmmmm. If this was eventually to be my marital obligation, I gladly accepted it. Pleasing this man was bliss; there was so much of him to satisfy.
I was about to fondle my clit, but Bill caught my wrist. "Let me do that for you."
He showed me how his thick cock could stroke me just as well. Shivering as it rubbed against my swollen love button, I gasped.
"Ohhhhh, it's so good, baby-I'm about to cum. I'm trying to hold back, but-ohhhhhhhhhh!"
"It's okay, baby. Cream on my dick. It feels good to do it. Yeah, fuck my dick. Make it all juicy."
This new position enabled me to get my hands on Bill's balls. I cupped them tenderly, giving them a soothing touch.
Bill shuddered. "Christ, that feels great."
"Mmmmm. You should be on the receiving end. It's phenomenal. Ohhhhhhhhh."
He chuckled softly, then his laughter became more gruff. "Baby, your pussy is so tight-even after I jizzed, it still grabs my cock. Ahhhhhh. Are you almost ready?"
"Sure."
His dick was about to explode. I was already crying out, dropping my hand from his balls and gulping air. I moved faster and faster, then went rigid. My contractions were strong, perpetuating. Bill slammed himself between my legs, burying his cock to the hilt. His last thrust made my pleasure final-and his. "Ugghhhhhhh.. .arrrghhhhhhhh!"
It took us both a few moments to regain our senses after that one. I couldn't open my eyes; instead, I lay completely still, hoping to get fresh oxygen into my lungs. Bill shifted beside me. The prickling hairs of his arms gave me goose bumps. "And how would you like to go to bed having it, then waking up and having it again?"
I peered at him. Though I suspected this moment would come about, I wasn't exactly prepared. Bill, ever the romantic, would have chosen to propose during a candlelight dinner, or in a setting of equal inspiration. I elected to play dumb. "What are you getting at?"
"I'd like to make our relationship permanent."
My instant retort, at least in my mind, was "Yes!" But my answer demanded that Deb be taken into consideration. Although she would soon be chiefly absent from the house, her consent was necessary.
My lack of response fractured Bill's profound mood. Without explanation, he knew precisely the reason for my hesitation. "I'm not asking her to marry me; I'm asking you, Bev."
I brushed his lips with mine. "I genuinely appreciate your offer."
"I don't want your appreciation. I want your acceptance."
His hurt tone was unmistakable. "I'm sorry, Bill. I don't mean to minimize the impact of the moment." I cleared my voice. "I have to tell Deb."
"Goddamn it, Bev. You just won't let go, will you?"
I wasn't going to let his petulance intimidate me. "She's my daughter; she has the right to state her opinion." I made an attempt to soften my view. "She didn't have a choice over her first father; she should, however, have that option with her next."
"I'm not going to be her father-she already has a father. I want to only be your husband."
"It's not that simple."
Bill wasn't about to negotiate that decision. Furthermore, he absolutely refused to let me confer with Deb. His stubborn nature was in full force. He got into his clothes without giving me a second look. I was hurt that he behaved irrationally.
"You're not being fair," I said, maintaining my ground.
"I've been more than patient with you. If we're ever going to stay together, it'll be because you've decided to retire the pacifier."
"You bastard. Take that back."
"Not a chance." He went to the door, then hurled one last invective. "While you're on that long drive, Bev, give it plenty of thought. I expect a call while you're down there."
"Don't count on it," I sneered, galled by his exit. He had just given me some of the best sex I'd ever had-now he was leaving in a piss-ugly mood. Go figure.
He didn't recognize my cross look-he was out the door in a flash.
CHAPTER TWO
"All right, Mom, what's bothering you?" Deb asked after several miles of uninterrupted silence.
I shrugged. "I guess I'm just tired this morning. Bill and I had a late night."
Deb, a younger, more innocent version of me, took to laughter. She didn't inherit my rounded curves, my sassy looks. Her appearance, in relation to mine, was refined. Her body, though angular, did not lessen one's excitement when taking that small waist and cute little tush into account. I would label her svelte, even gamine-but with sizzle. The most vital part of my character made the genetic branching complete. Deb had the bad luck of being bequeathed with her father's attributes; fortunately, her resemblance to him never tampered with my affections. She wore her brunette hair in the same style, and effected a carriage that mimicked mine to the hilt. Deb loved to imitate me-it was a game to her; for me, it was the purest form of flattery.
Her giggles, erupting into outright guffaws, ended my reminiscence.
"All right, honey, what's so funny?" I asked after some of her mirth subsided.
"I heard you last night," she confessed.
My eyebrow went up. "Were we that loud?"
"How could you help it, Mom? You were in bed, making love."
I wouldn't have readily used that expression this morning, after examining my feelings for Bill. I was damned angry at him. He acted like an ass over our bungled engagement. If he thought he was going to receive an apology from me, he'd have a long to wait.
"I don't want to talk about Bill, honey," I mentioned, forcing a smile. "How was the movie? Did you girls manage to get yourselves something to eat? Is Nancy driving down to school today with her parents? What happened between Janine and her boyfriend-did they make up before he left for Harvard?" I could have gone on and on; I was apprised of the uncensored occurrences within her circle of friends. Deb made all pertinent facts available to me, entirely of her own accord. I was touched she was willing to share such information with me.
Deb sighed. "You two fought-over me."
I nearly blanched. "Don't worry about it. Bill is just emotional."
"And you're smothering."
I glanced at her. "Deb! How can you say that? I genuinely care about you. I'm an involved parent who's interested in your total welfare. I would not call that smothering."
"Even my friends think you cling too much. None of their mothers are like you."
"Our relationship in none of their concern," I rigidly stated before returning my full attention to the road.
Deb placed a hand on my shoulder. "Sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to snip. You're right: it doesn't matter what others think. And I'm glad you aren't the same as their mothers; personally, I'd vote for you to be the leading role model."
"I'm glad somebody's on my side," I murmured, pleased that this conversation was not fated to evolve into an argument. It was bad enough parting company with Bill on a sour note. "The situation with Bill should mend itself, as in the saying: absence makes the heart grow fonder."
"Let's hope he's not from the school of thought: out of sight, out of mind."
"You can't know how important your sympathy and support is to me."
"Oh, Mom--I was just kidding."
"I know."
We were within a few miles of campus. Even if we hadn't seen the signs, there were droves of young people milling about the area. The sight of them in bike riding gear, jogging shorts, or light summer clothes stimulated me.
Having married at an early age, I always felt deprived of my youth. In my mind, I had never mentally progressed past eighteen. My maturity level was comparative to Deb's-perhaps that was the reason we found it easy to be close.
When Deb was interested in a young man and showed me his picture, I would have to emotionally restrain myself; seeing a perfectly muscled body rippling with vigor, a rakishly defiant expression-or even evidence of an erection promoted a sense of eroticism. Strapping men in their early twenties had a particularly virulent effect on me-my attraction to them was almost embarrassing. I forgot the age barrier in those clammy, heart-thumping moments in which my sexual instincts were razor sharp. I prayed for a distraction so most observable signs would be overridden. Desire for these kinds of men was an aspect of my character I wished not to impart to my daughter; I preferred for her to believe men of Bill's caliber were my draw.
"Mmmmmmmm," Deb purred, "look at the pair of buns on him."
I had deliberately slowed the car to afford her that glimpse. I, too, was conscious of the young man's physical appearance. I would have liked seeing the front of him as well, but abstained from further inspection. "Perhaps you'll meet him on campus."
She sighed. "I hope so. It's been an eternity since Chuck."
My antennae went up. We approached the subject of Deb's virginity many times; generally, I attempted to cleverly ascertain its existence without seeming too nosy. "I'm sure the sounds drifting from my bedroom last night didn't help."
"Frankly, no. I was actually jealous."
"Honey," I said, patting her knee, "I'm sorry about the commotion. We didn't mean to cause a disturbance. Next time, I'll stay at Bill's."
"That won't keep me from wanting it." She exhaled softly, then crossed those coltish legs. "You know how difficult it is for me to keep from dwelling on men. It's the way they're built-wonderfully different from us. I can't help getting curious or excited."
"Curiosity can be a dangerous thing."
"Oh, I realize that. I curb the temptation. I've leveled with you, there's been none of that. But, Mom-I want a boyfriend. Somebody with whom I can feel safe and secure, who will hold me and invite my fascination without the guilt."
I breathed a sigh of relief. Deb was surely old enough for her first sexual encounter; why I chose to shield her from it might be deemed an oddity. Did my adamancy stem from my initial unfulfilling experience with her father? His need to achieve orgasm that night overruled my gratification. Noit wasn't even that. I longed for Deb to remain a virgin. I wanted her to retain her innocence for as long as possible. It was a selfish aim, one I couldn't reconcile. I mentally rejected the image of some stud getting his rocks off with my daughter-even if she was of legal consent. As her mother and friend, I wanted to control that event if it were within the scope of possibility; hopefully, Deb would adhere to my advice.
A quick check of my fuel tank gage alerted me to its low supply. "Let's stop at this gas station; you might be able to strike up a conversation with him."
"Great idea," she said, brightening, as we pulled up to the pump.
An examination via my rearview mirror relaxed some of my apprehensions. The young man appeared clean-shaven, even-tempered and smart-even if he happened to be a hunk. His virile blond looks certainly caught my eye. I couldn't shake the impulse to scan his muscled body, from the broad, rugged shoulders and swelling biceps, to the envious tapering of his middle and the graceful sinew of his thighs. He was, in my opinion, all man. Mmmmmmmmm.
Deb, understandably, was captivated. She practically bounced out of her seat and lazily strolled up to the snack machine. While faking a decision of whether to select pretzels or chips, she blatantly turned to snare his attention. The young man took immediate notice and sauntered in her direction.
The attendant, filling my tank, strolled to my window with the squeegee. "Pretty hot sister you've got there," he mentioned, slopping water and soap on my windshield.
My shock preceded my glance at him. I saw that he was another student, given his young appearance. The wad of gum he chewed enhanced that perception. A second examination proved more revealing. His pupils were pieces of coal that burned through me. His dark brown hair, cut short on top, was long and thickly curled in back. I centered on the hair-rough wrist, the stubble that a morning shave couldn't erase, and a profile that induced my pussy to progressively tighten. He personified those cocky, "what do you mean, you don't want it?" kind of men I knew my entire life. The problem, however, was that I was enthusiastically lured into his web. I've always been attracted to dark-haired men, and he was no exception to that rule.
"You like what you see, eh?" I baited him, awaiting his arrogant return. The top three buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, curling tufts springing into view.
He stopped to give her a complete study. I couldn't call his reaction an outbreak of drool, but something of equal value. A corrupt smile started to build after a moment. "I'll bet she gives good head."
My eyes narrowed. "I'm not certain. I'll have to question my daughter later as to the validity of that."
"Daughter?" He did a double take. "You mean, you're her mother?"
"I suppose, given the scheme of things, that statement is fairly accurate," I declared in a brittle tone. "Now, if you wouldn't mind finishing, we'll be on our way."
My acidic remark failed to singe his confidence. "Is she registered at the university?"
"Yes," I sighed, "if it's any of your business."
"I'll make sure I look her up."
Over my dead body, I silently pronounced. Deb would have suitors of quality-and not this hot-pants trash. I wasn't about to endorse any of the shenanigans he had in mind.
As he finished washing my windows and replenishing my fuel, I couldn't rid myself of the impression that he was performing for me. That presumptuous smile while parading around my car, that swagger he effected in checking my oil, and the suggestiveness of his hands all served to furnish ample proof of that theory. I faked nonchalance, but inwardly, I was steaming. His attitude had my pulse racing.
The slamming of my hood signaled the end of my vehicle's inspection. "Will you be staying with her?" he asked me after taking my credit card.
"Does it matter?" I fought from snipping.
"Sure." He leaned into my window, fixing me with a hungry stare. "How about a date?"
Who did he think he was, propositioning me? I combated the impulse to hit the window control and catch his ringers. "I'm not interested."
"Oh, yeah? I'll make you interested. Good and interested." He snapped his gum to punctuate his remark. His eyes dwelled on my tits, mentally undressing them to his satisfaction. There was no hiding those delightful globes of flesh, bulging from the confines of my blouse.
I balled my fist. If the little punk didn't watch it, I would take steps to see that he was terminated from his position. I would complain to the owner if necessary. "I doubt very much you're that gifted."
"No?" Complacently, he arranged himself beside my window, his crotch jutting inches from my face. "Care to check it out? I'll bet it's more than what your boyfriend's got."
The heat climbed in my cheeks. I deliberately averted my gaze, though enticed by his declaration. Men of his outspoken vanity invariably captured my imagination. The thrill of challenge they proposed made me quiver. This twenty-year-old braggart got my juices going. My pussy involuntarily tightened in anticipation. Naturally, conveying such to him would be a mistake. If he had even an inkling of how excited he had just gotten me, there would be no end to his solicitations.
In lieu of presenting him an answer, I leaned on the horn. "Come on, Deb, let's hit the road," I called, clearing my throat of the lump forming at its base. I deliberately avoided eye contact with the cocky young man.
Deb, having initiated a conversation with that blond hunk at the snack machine, turned to hiss silently at me for interfering at an inopportune moment. Granting her more time would have resulted in my sparring with this self-proclaimed stud a little longer. I was in no condition to accept more of his torment. Whether he was aware of it or not, his brand of talk and posturing got me so turned on I was juicy enough to fuck. One thing I did not care to disclose to my daughter was my voracious appetite for sex; when I got horny, she was not to be in proximity. It was a principle I mandated.
'Wow, Deb," I demanded. "This minute. Today."
Deb made her departing remarks, maintaining an angelic front, then turned to vent me a thorny expression. The hunk, nodding at her final comments, gave the impression he would come by her apartment for a visit.
"See you at school, Mom," the attendant muttered. "By the way, my name's Kevin Peters."
He reached for my hand, but I declined clasping it. I wasn't about to return the favor, nor divulge my name. Sweat oozed from my hands onto the steering wheel. His nearness made me clammy.
"I'll be around," he whispered. "You'll know where to find me if you change your mind."
Deb slammed the door beside me after hurling herself into the seat. Her indignation was plain. "Jesus, Mom, your timing is flawless."
"We've got to go, honey." I maintained a steady voice. I would not relate what transpired with Kevin, regardless of my innocence in the matter.
Was I innocent? I asked myself. I was within moments of giving him my phone number, of whispering a clandestine appointment. Better yet, we could have snuck in back and fucked; Deb, riveted with infatuation, wouldn't have been any the wiser. I practically felt the pulse of his cock as it went into my mouth. I saw, in my mind, his sneer metamorphose into apparent turmoil as I sucked him to furious orgasm. If he was the man he alleged to be, that erect cock would have been pushed into my pussy with its cum and saliva coating for a demonstration.
These visuals were not easily ejected. I attempted to block them, but they took root. Testimony of their presence manifested in my tremulous grip on the wheel, the abundant moisture in my pussy and a flickering display of glistening flesh thrashing in bed. Fantasies abounded. I saw Kevin kneeling between my legs, with sweat pouring down his furry chest, venting me a starved look. His cock, a heavy column standing above my stomach, was prepared for entry. I arched my back, urging him to pierce my hot, liquid center. He prolonged my torment by caressing my writhing body with those big, encompassing hands. I was seared by their manly grope. It pleased me that I aroused him to such passion, that the ravages of time hadn't impacted my desirability.
Before Kevin worked that big dick into my snatch, I ended that steamy episode. I reverted to the present, with a dry throat and moist palms.
"What is it, Mom?" Deb questioned. "You're acting strangely."
"I'm probably woozy from the drive. We've been on the road for hours. After we stick your things in the apartment, let's treat ourselves to a lavish lunch."
Deb shook her head. "Your emotions are certainly running hot and cold today. Are you sure your quarrel with Bill isn't responsible?"
"I'm not worried about Bill. He's been hot-tempered from the start. I've grown accustomed to that fluctuation. I predict a message will be waiting for me at your place, requesting my forgiveness."
As it happened, the prescribed note was not in evidence. Bill intended to stand on ceremony, petitioning my surrender. I saw no reason for capitulation, preferring to have him stew in medicine of his own making.
The apartment was not quite as it had been described. I hid my displeasure as I surveyed the building, a bleak structure exempt from anything cheerful I could pinpoint. Perhaps I expected some dormitory setting with bustling young women racing for class; instead, I was confronted with many couples engaged in erotic behavior. Body language was largely prevalent. I observed more strutting, sashaying and outright flaunting than I cared to witness. Groping and open-mouth kissing appeared to be standard. The atmosphere was highly contagious-even I was susceptible to the exuding lust.
My God-I was sending my daughter to hell!
"This place looks fun," Deb admitted, her lips curved.
I purposely reserved comment. Further ingress affirmed my stunned impressions. There wasn't a sign of a chaperon to be had. Although it was explained to me this was a girl's facility, men shamelessly loitered the halls or dwelled inside the rooms. Laughter, music, shouting and the like inhabited the place. How anybody could study in this party environment went beyond my comprehension.
"You don't like it, do you?" Deb inquired after glancing at me.
"I can't say that I do."
"I love it. Please, Mom, let's give it a chance. It is the weekend. I'll bet things simmer down while classes are in session. Besides, my girlfriend Sharon took a room here."
"Sharon?"
"I'm sure I mentioned her. She's the one who brought this place to our attention. If she found it suitable for her needs, then it's bound to be satisfactory for me."
I wasn't easily convinced. "We'll have to make a change."
Deb rolled her eyes at me. "Do you expect to find more peaceful surroundings anywhere on campus?"
"I'd like to give it a shot."
"Oh, Mom. Don't be a stick in the mud. It's not like any of this isn't abnormal at home."
Deb had a point. Although I exhaustively endeavored to provide a wholesome setting, I couldn't make deaf some ill-timed steamy interludes. Fortunately, Deb was exposed to that bent of mine only in the past few months. Previously, Bill and I used a motel.
"Hey, look who's moving in," a particularly attractive stud leaning against the wall referred to his friend.
"Nice tits," his buddy, comparably virile, mentioned in taking study of me. "Check out her buns. Mmmmmm."
I refused to acknowledge his remark as I helped Deb haul her bags to her apartment. "What is this place? A meat market?"
"Oh, Mom, they're just being friendly. You know how men are. It's harmless joking."
I wasn't inclined to agree. Their compliments didn't afford me a sense of comfort. I made a silent note to search for new quarters. Deb wasn't going to stay here-of that, I was certain.
Before coming to Deb's apartment, we passed the door that belonged to a loudly panting girl. Her moans escalated with each footstep I took. I raised my eyebrow.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," cried out the silken voice. "Oh, yes. Ohhhhh. More. Yeah. Oh, God. Ohhhhhhhh."
"That must be Sharon's room," Deb indicated, in answer to my quizzical blink.
"Is someone using her place?"
Deb tilted her head. The high-pitched sobs grew in intensity.
"Ohhhhhhhhh. Harder. Go deep, baby. Go deep. Ohhhhhhh. Feels so good. Ohhhhhhhh. More."
"Sounds like Sharon," Deb confirmed. "In fact, I'm confident it's her."
I was appalled. "You would accept a recommendation for an apartment from a girl who screws her boyfriend in the middle of the day for the whole world to hear?"
"like I said, Mom, it's not like I don't hear it at home," Deb replied.
My cheeks, I'm sure, turned scarlet. How did Deb hope to study with that slut carrying on in such a fashion? Twice Deb illustrated that my behavior wasn't far from it, but I disagreed. I would have had the decency to confine those tendencies to the nocturnal hours-broad daylight was not my habit.
"Hi, girls," a blond Adonis greeted, approaching one of the apartments. Dressed in jogging duds, he appeared to have just completed an exhausting run and was toweling himself off before us. His physical exertions created a downpour of sweat that made his tank top damp and clinging to his broadly developed chest. "It's pretty warm out there."
I nodded, unable to refrain from staring. Deb brushed her bangs aside and attempted to greet him as casually as possible. She, too, appeared overwhelmed by this hunk's abrupt appearance. His piercing observation seemed to unmask my interest, despite the air of indifference I tried to project.
He grinned from Deb to me. "Which of you is going to be my neighbor?"
"I didn't know this building rented to men," I blurted.
He laughed. "They granted a few exceptions. The house mother is easy." He winked. "Get the picture?"
I refrained from slapping him. "Sure. We 'get' it."
Deb ignored my thinly controlled hostility. "I'm Debbie Torrance, your new neighbor. This is my mom. She drove me down."
"Pleased to meet you," he said. His stare held lustful invitation when directed at me. "I'm Alex Dempsey. You sure had me fooled. You could pass for sisters."
"So we've been told," I said, attempting to appear totally disinterested in anything he might have to say.
He stretched, letting his muscles ripple for our collective delight. "Maybe we can go running together sometime, Deb. I love exercise."
"I'd love to, Alex" she gushed.
"Keeping in shape is a top priority." To punctuate his remark, he thrust his groin forward. The outline of his cock through his shorts revealed the beginnings of an erection. "Do you believe in fitness, Mrs. Torrance?"
Alex's defiant stance undermined some of my resolve. I refused to look south of his expanding chest. "Naturally. I belong to a health club and have regular attendance.
"We have a facility here. Perhaps you'd like to use some of the equipment before your drive back."
"No, thanks." I had no intention of stroking his ego. It was bad enough Deb revealed as much of her fascination for him as she did. "I doubt I'll have the time."
He snapped his towel and leveled a grin at me. "If you change your mind, just knock." With that, he disappeared inside his apartment.
So the house mother was easy, eh? I thought darkly. As far as I was concerned, it was just another strike against the place. "Come on, honey, let's drop your stuff off."
I tried to be civil during the first few moments we gazed at the apartment. Sharon's disruptive gasps ruined the experience for me. The walls were paper thin, clearly emitting those sounds. I did take note of its adequate furnishings, its moderately sunny decor, and simple view of the courtyard.
"It'll be perfect," Deb said emphatically, clapping her hands. "I can't wait to arrange the furniture."
I found it difficult to share Deb's pleasure. My thoughts were shaken by the lusty cries that filtered through the walls. I had reached my saturation point. "Honey, why don't you hang your clothes and put some things away? I'll be right back."
"Sure, Mom," Deb chimed, obviously having tuned out Sharon's activities. Her girlfriend's crude display didn't seem to encroach upon Deb's happiness; it did, however, serve as an irritant for me.
I went to Sharon's door, prepared to deliver a lecture on the art of discretion when having a boyfriend over. Obviously, she never learned it at home. I couldn't imagine what type of qualities her mother had tried to instill.
"Ohhhhhh, Steve," I heard Sharon moan. "Deeper, more. Oh, Steve, fuck me. Fuck me hard."
I went to knock, but as my fist hit the door, it swung open. Sharon must have forgotten to close it. The girl obviously wasn't the tidy sort. I shrugged, then peered through the crack.
I saw Sharon sprawled across the sofa, writhing and bobbing on its bouncing surface as her boyfriend-a red-haired stallion-rammed himself into her from behind. His buttocks flexed as he pumped the wet-sounding cunt, groaning with lush pleasure as his cock disappeared into her crevice. Sharon, hugging a pillow to her boobs to absorb the impact of his thrusts, alternately sobbed, then smothered her screams of passion.
Sharon was an arresting beauty with red hair, green eyes and big tits. Steve, a magnificent male, with the same color hair, brandished a chest of bronzed curls. His jaw dropped as he smashed himself into her juicy walls, his face flushed with excitement. Sharon, panting breathlessly for more, couldn't shove herself back at him fast enough.
"Doesn't it feel good?" he inquired, steering himself into her perceptively hot squish. "Don't you love it?"
The girl panted heavily, her eyes shut. I recognized her ecstasy from her trembling bottom lip, her shaking knees, her lazy gasps. As Steve swooped toward her, burying his cock, she arched her back and cried out softly.
"You like that, huh?" he grunted, stroking her harder.
Her breath came in fractured spurts, her lips circled in what appeared as pleasure beyond description. From her sagging posture and affected expression, I doubted his words reached her in seventh heaven. Steve was affording her maximum gratification.
I supposed it was wrong for me to watch, but I was immediately transfixed. I didn't expect to walk into the midst of abandoned lust. My mind, veering from preach-mode, clicked into a numb frame.
"Fuck me," Sharon implored. "Fuck me, Steve.
Oh, God. Ohhhhhhhh. Oh, yes."
I contemplated their burning actions to the dawning embarrassment of my own swelling boobs. Involuntarily, I touched the tip of one, gasping at my nipple's stiffness. My other hand delved between my legs, enclosing my groin. I clenched it, then emitted a surprised whimper. The halls, to my surprise, were unoccupied. I probably would have been more conscious of my actions if someone strolled by, but the intensity of what happened on that sofa canceled my concern.
It seemed the accumulated erotic images propelled me. I was seduced by the promise of sex from the moment I entered the campus boundaries. Although I resisted the first several, each subsequent representation eroded my will.
I was shocked that a complete stranger bore this effect upon me. Was I that enamored of male flesh? I could not reconcile myself to that conclusion.
To my dismay, his eyes broke their focus of his immediate conquest and transferred to me. Though the door was only ajar, he immediately established recognition. It was as though he expected an audience.
My heart nearly stopped, then forged onward with an irregular beat. He seemed not the slightest bothered by my presence, though my face surely throbbed. Proud of his naked and excited body, he appeared to blossom under my speculative eye. He gestured for me to step inside the apartment and get a much better look.
I was frozen in my tracks, baffled as how to make a clean exit. His wide grin advised me that he totally approved of my watching. Obviously, the notion of a woman stumbling upon them at the height of enjoyment held glamour. It gave him an opportunity to show off his prowess, as well as his incredible equipment.
I shuddered when concluding that it fed his ego to have me investigate. From my highly aroused state, he was furnished the steepest reward.
Steve seized me with a hungry look, rolling his tongue against the rim of his lips. His obscene gesture, indicating the delights he could render me in oral form, caused my face to drain of color. He then took immense satisfaction in withdrawing his cock from its sodden chambers to afford me a view of its significant size. It glistened with Sharon's slick lubricant, pulsating with energy. His dick was both thick and long, an undisputed tool of pleasure. Then, just as I was about to turn, he drove it whole into her cunt.
"Ohhhhh!" Sharon moaned. "Uhhhhhhh."
He fucked her thoroughly, engaging my shocked countenance, supplying the pretense that it was me receiving his hard cock. He took firm possession of the girl's waist and plunged himself repeatedly into her accessible cunt. It remained in position, as though its function was to entirely swallow him.
I could hear the receptive wet smacking of connected flesh as their breathing labored. Sharon wriggled against the sofa, sweat pouring from her nude body, as they worked in joint venture. Mesmerized, I saw him pull his dick from her quivering cunthole, affording me a good look at its rich coating of fuck juice, at its teeming hardness, then replaced it in her tight enclosure.
"You love my cock, don't you?" he asked aloud, speaking to Sharon but directing the question to me. "You love the way it fucks you, how it reaches deep inside your pussy. You want more of it."
He shifted his hands from her waist to her enormous tits, then lifted her backward until she was crushed to his chest. The girl, enduring bliss, had her eyes closed. She squirmed against his slippery body as he pumped her with his cock, his ass bucking with movement as it sliced into her moist flesh.
Sharon cried out. "Ohhh-oh, don't stop!"
Steve kneaded her nipples between his powerful fingers as she clutched her tits, wringing them of their sweat. They were pronounced nuggets, charged with excitement.
Her head thudded in reverse, braced by his broad shoulder, as she unleashed a sputtering gasp. He responded by feeding his stiff cock into her damp slot with a hard thrust, its embedment complete.
I shivered, almost feeling the fit of his big dick. I virtually experienced my own cunt becoming abundantly filled. Less than twelve hours prior, I enjoyed the same blissful treatment; the difference, however, rested in size. The cock Sharon took into her pussy challenged Bill's by nearly four inches. I couldn't conceive of the aching luxury penetration would provide.
After a few more minutes of vigorous fucking, Steve lowered the girl's weakened body back to the sofa with a satisfied groan. He did not, for a minute, relinquish his stare of me. It was my stunned surveillance that spurred him. He liked having me absorb every cock-plunging moment. I wondered what kind of thoughts raced through his head.
Steve gestured with his eyes to the hand at my crotch, and in a suggestive nod, implied that I slide my hand inside my panties and jiggle my clit. He nodded to me, ordering me to commence, that he understood my need to relieve myself.
"Go ahead, baby," I interpreted his message. "I know you can't help yourself after seeing me in action. Do it, use your hand. You wish this was you getting fucked, having my big dick fucking your sweet pussy. Oh, yeah, we'd make it all fit, no matter how stiff or large it got. You know you want it. Ahhhhhhh. It could be, if you came in here. I know how badly you want it. I can see that hungry look on your face. You're hot for my cock. It can be all yours-just get your ass in here. Maybe we ought to have a three-way. I'll make you moan and sweat like your boyfriend never could. You'll cum so hard so many times, begging for mercy, begging me to stop-but I won't stop, not until I explode in your juicy cunt."
I was aghast. How dare he treat me as one of his sluts who thirsted for his affection. Indignation overtook me. I wasn't going to watch another minute.
Before I could take my leave, however, Steve launched into a faster pace, smacking Sharon with his groin. Her cries broadened, her butt jarring with each blow. She flattened herself on the sofa as he crammed his shaft into her, venting his spleen.
Never once did his eye leave mine.
I saw his face flush as orgasm approached. His pupils were glazed, his lower lip trembling. I never realized how intense people became before they were beaten by the spasms. I couldn't comprehend why he'd focus on me while sexy Sharon writhed in splendor before him. Didn't he want to witness the pleasure she took from his body?
Steve continued to stare at me, groaning.
Oh, God, I thought with sharp realization, he wanted me to watch him cum!
The moisture increased between my legs as I saw him thrust urgently into the girl. Then, just as he pushed that final time, sinking those last inches into her sluiced crevice, he quickly removed his cock and splattered his load onto her ass.
I observed his jism spurt in an arc, shooting furiously as he convulsively twitched. Sharon, shuddering turbulently from orgasm, gasped her approval.
"Oh, yeah, ugghhh," Steve grunted, holding his gape of me.
The last squirts deposited on her wriggling ass, he took his greasy cock in hand and stroked it, as if to stretch his stimulation. A thick bead of cum appeared at his crown as he worked it, then at length, fell onto Sharon's butt. His cock hadn't lost any of its stiffness, extending toward me in invitation.
Then, with a devilish gleam in his eye, Steve dropped his dick and let it plop wetly on the pool of jism. He slid it back and forth along the girl's damp flesh, smiling.
Unquestionably, his stiff tool was prepared for another heated session.
The spell was instantly broken. The graphic episode, branded in my memory, finally registered. No longer wishing to linger in his presence, I retreated from the doorway and rushed back to Deb's apartment. I scolded myself for watching as long as I had, and being lured by the-likes of a showoff such as Steve.
How could I base an attraction on him? He was thoroughly repellent. I much preferred Bill's gentle lovemaking, as well as my safe, secure home in the city.
Or did I?
CHAPTER THREE
I had no desire to dwell on the activities I witnessed in Sharon's room. As far as I was concerned, this place was out of control. Deb, however, would not abide by my suggestion to find another place. She insisted this apartment perfectly suited her needs, despite my plea for her reconsideration.
I occupied myself, instead, with unpacking her things, arranging her knickknacks and adding a personal touch where required. It was unsettling, to say the least, that my daughter rejected my opinion. I realized she was no longer my little girl, but respect for my feelings would have been refreshing.
A knock sounded at the door a while later. A completely dressed Sharon appeared, happy to see Deb. They embraced and shared a delighted giggle. "I was wondering when you were going to arrive."
"Actually we've been here since two," Deb told her.
"Oh." Her cheeks turned red as she alternated her gaze between the two of us. After enduring her rather descriptive vocabulary, I was astounded by her capacity to freely blush. "Then you heard Steve and me."
"It was no big deal," Deb announced without glancing in my direction. "We were busy, organizing things."
Before I was able to add a word, Steve materialized at Sharon's side. Our eyes locked. My composure faltered. It startled me to see him soon after watching him burying himself in Sharon's cunt.
Sharon was compelled to introduce us. "Steve, this is Deb's mother-Bev, I believe."
I nodded at him, riddled with anxiety. Now it was my turn to feel the flare of embarrassment touch my face. If shrinking to midget size and hiding under the table-away from that rebellious gaze-were possible, I wouldn't have wasted a second. Instead, I was subjected to those scalding pupils trained on me.
"Nice to meet you, Bev." Steve winked at me. My tits, it appeared, seemed to be his main draw. He didn't bother concealing his appetite for them.
"You certainly have a young-looking mom, Deb," Sharon said. "Mine is a hag in comparison."
"Mom knows how to take care of herself," Deb explained. "Besides, she's not even forty."
Sharon was visibly impressed. "Wow. It must be great having a mom who's vibrant and gorgeous."
"Thanks," I said, forcing a smile. If Steve weren't around, that would have been an exhilarating compliment; instead, he made me nervous.
"Will you be staying until tomorrow?" Sharon inquired.
"I might leave early Monday morning, depending on how much we get accomplished. I offered to help Deb clean this place."
"Great. Then you can attend a party with us tonight."
"Party?" I echoed.
"Nobody has to know you're Deb's mom. As far as I'm concerned, you'll pass off as another student. I'll be a blast."
Deb put her arm around me. "She'll be delighted."
Attending a party with all those sex-hungry young men wasn't quite the evening I had planned. Enduring those heart-stopping seconds at Sharon's door, watching Steve fuck her senselessly, had been enough excitement to last me the weekend. "I don't know. You ought to be with your friends."
"I'll persuade her," Deb promised. "Just give us the address and time."
"Yes, Bev," Steve mentioned in a low, husky voice, "we wouldn't want you to miss out. There'll be plenty of men around."
If my face had totally flamed, it wouldn't have surprised me. I prayed he wouldn't disclose my spying on him and Sharon to anyone-particularly Deb. "My daughter knows exactly how to sweet talk me into just about anything."
A flicker of an idea appeared to dawn in his eyes; auspiciously, Steve kept it confidential. I could just picture what had occurred in his sex-exclusive brain.
"Here," Sharon said, scribbling instructions on a piece of paper. "Directions and phone number. Give us a knock if you want a ride; I should be next door."
"Yes," Steve muttered, addressing me, "just knock. Anytime." With the girls behind him, he boldly furnished me a second wink. The expression attached to the gesture made his comment more beguiling, as though volunteering himself for service.
After they left, I couldn't refrain from blurting, "How can I possibly show up at that party? I didn't bring a single, suitable thing to wear."
"Are you forgetting we share the same size?" Deb prompted. "I'm sure I have something that will make you look fabulous. Other than a T-shirt, of course; what hangs on me, you stretch out."
I peered down my front. My hugely jutting breasts didn't like to be fully enclosed. "Yes. They have been the sole problem when sharing clothes."
Deb waved her hand. "If we throw it in the wash, it shrinks right back. Come on, Mom. It'll be fun."
I couldn't resist that adorable face. "All right. I'll stay for a while. But the moment I feel like extra baggage, I'm out of there."
Deb's selection for evening wear raised my brow. "Neon-pink spandex pants? When, may I ask, did you purchase these?"
Deb was all giggles. "I didn't buy them for myself, Mom. They were suppose to be for your birthday, but I forgot to wrap them and they landed in my drawer. I accidentally packed them." She reached into her closet and produced a pair of matching six-inch spike heels. "Now you're ready."
My attempt to level a withering look failed; I, too, saw mirth in the situation. "When and for whom would I model these? Don't answer. Jesus, Deb, I can't leave your apartment looking like 'Hot Mama Goes To Town'. "
"Put them on, please. I want to check you out."
Her encouragement spurred me on. I had absolutely no intention of resembling some slut turning tricks in a parking lot, but I proceeded-if only for grins. After we laughed ourselves silly, I intended to don something less flamboyant. The spandex pants fit me like a second skin, hugging my thighs, hips and calves with a seductive pinch. Stepping into the spike heels accentuated the glamour of the outfit. A silk blouse with a low front completed my sassy appearance.
With a hand anchored on my hip, I posed before the full-length mirror. "Deb, you have got to be kidding."
"You look hot, Mom," she whistled. "Really hot."
"If Bill saw me in this, he'd have a stroke. Jesus." I whipped my brunette hair back, brushing it off my shoulders, then arched my back. My tits nearly poured out of that blouse, my nipples threatening to pop from confinement. Since I'd put on my makeup prior to dressing, I consummated my siren image.
The ravages of time-if any had existed-were erased by this ensemble. Deb and I could accurately be described as sisters, given the erotic youthfulness I projected.
"I think you ought to wear it," Deb prodded. "It's perfect on you."
"Not a chance. I'd feel like a vamp."
Deb made a face. "What's that?"
"Don't date me with your questions. Take my word for it-this look is out."
Before I could peel it from my aroused body, there was a knock at the door. Deb was quick to answer it. The sound of Sharon and Steve's voices as they were ushered inside knocked the wind out of me. Oh, God!
"We thought we'd ask if you still wanted a lift, so we-hey, check out Bev," Sharon declared. "Wow! Hot stuff. Don't you agree, Steve?"
I caught his pleased reaction through the mirror. "Oh, yeah." He scanned me, from top to bottom, raw desire filtering through his rugged expression.
"Very much."
His low, manly tone sent chills through me, leaving a perpetuating tingle. I remembered his groan as he crammed that big cock of his into Sharon, as well as the stimulating sight of that monster dripping with her abundant juices when he withdrew. Ohhhhhhhh. I nearly rocked on my spikes, dwelling on those scorching visuals.
"Well, I'm ready," Deb announced, in her mini skirt and halter top. Since she wasn't as well-endowed, her tits managed to stay in place. If my apparel didn't dominate the senses, she would have had a good shot at securing most of the attention. "What do you say, Mom?"
"You look stunning," Sharon proclaimed. "If I were you, I wouldn't change a thing."
I know that, doll, I wanted to inform her; her aspirations were in the public domain. Imitating Sharon was the least of my worries; I had to contend with Steve's hungry eyes. If a face reflected a person's thought, the man was totally ravenous. I was caught in the middle: should I disappoint everyone and slip into something less inflammatory, or should I take my chances?
"Come on, Bev," he said, casting his vote, "let's go. You'll be the hottest babe there."
Exactly the distinction I wished to achieve, I thought with a sigh. Slowly, I whirled until my busomy front was revealed to them. "Very well. Take us there."
The drive to the party was tension-filled. I caught Steve repeatedly glancing in the rearview mirror, grinning at me. He was quite public about the erotic message I effortlessly promoted. I squirmed in my seat, trying to duck from his frequent gaze; in the back seat of a Volkswagen, that proved to be an insane struggle. After a moment, I submitted to his laser intensity, reconciling myself to my predicament. If Steve chose to torment me, I would do my best to suffer through it.
Deb and Sharon took to bantering, ignoring the signals Steve and I exchanged. Their girlish repartee precluded the lustful ideas we fed each other. "Did you hear about Mary Jane Benton? She just got engaged to Tom Hendricks."
"Are you serious?" Deb was in awe.
"Totally. Mary Jane's been addressing Tom's mother as Mrs. Hendricks from day one, demonstrating her respect for the family name. The Hendricks are synonymous with publishing. I read several of their monthly magazines, even if they are regional. Mrs. Hendrick happens to be one of those social matrons, involved in every charity function known to man. Well, the second after Tom slipped the ring on Mary Jane's finger, she planted a big, fat kiss on Mrs. Hendricks' face and called her, 'Mommy.'"
"God! The little gold digger."
I tried to become involved in the discussion, but was distracted by Steve's fierce expression. The directive, "Want to fuck?" was clearly transferred. As much as I wanted to admit to myself it was absolute nonsense, my damp pussy informed me otherwise. I experienced a sizzling tickle that was dispatched to every nerve ending. My nipples further betrayed me; they swelled right through my blouse, leaving meaningful outlines Steve smoothly recognized.
He made no attempt to enter the conversation, preferring silence and that mouth-watering gaze to the giddy mockery.
"Don't you think that's funny, Mom?" Deb asked.
I was caught digressing. "What."
"About Mary Jane."
I couldn't, for the life of me, recollect the story. "Of course."
Deb, suspicious, looked at me more closely. Before she could launch a second question, Sharon announced, "We're here."
The party was held at someone's house, obviously rented. Beer cans were strewn across the lawn. Music screamed from the open windows, obliterating an infinite number of conversations. Deb and Sharon were geared for flirting.
"Remember, Deb," I dutifully reminded. "No drinking. You're not of legal age."
"Thanks for reminding me, Mom, even though I wasn't planning to."
"Ha. Sounds more like Honorary Den Mother," I quipped.
A glance at Steve told me I wasn't seen in that light-not by a mile.
Once inside, we quickly separated. I made every attempt to remain glued to Deb, but she and Sharon were insistent about visiting with their friends. I gave up shortly thereafter and fetched myself a drink. Cheap wine and beer were available at the refreshment table. I poured myself a glass of Chablis, wrinkling my nose at its smell. These young people didn't know the first thing about culture.
I surveyed the room. Bodies were smashed against each other, some with calculated positioning. Very short skirts were common; Deb's was not nearly as high. I saw a few shapely butts that actually made me redden. Those girls were within a fraction of showing pubic hair.
I made little attempt to mingle with the crowd. I did, however, indulge myself with the wine. A few sips later, I was feeling less pain. My anxieties receded. The throb of the music, the faces and the bodies took on new meaning.
Just as I turned, I saw Kevin Peters-that arrogant attendant I had encountered at the gas station. What were the odds of him receiving an invitation to this party? I tried to blend in with the scenery, but I was much too slow. Kevin zeroed in on my bewildered look faster than I could camouflage myself. He quickly made his way over to me before I could shake him.
"So, the lady-likes pink," he said in my ear, above the din. "I figured as much."
I wasn't going to bother setting him straight. Let him think what he wished. "What are you doing here?"
"I got invited-just like you." He gestured to my drink. "Want another?"
I was going to decline his offer at first, but if dispatching him gave me time to hide, I was game. "Sure. The table is over there." I pointed to a distant corner of the room.
He grinned at me. "Be right back."
Kevin's manly vibrations were more than I could take. If I remained in his company, who knows what would have happened. I didn't trust myself. He represented fast, guilt-free sex-the kind I enjoyed when I was much younger. Now that I was on serious terms with Bill, I didn't need that kind of complication.
No sooner did I dodge him, but I ran right into Steve. He seized me by the wrist and dragged me toward a closet.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I demanded, loud enough to be heard above the racket.
Steve couldn't be bothered with my protestations, no matter how physical they were.
"You've been eluding me all night. I only want to talk to you."
"I'll bet."
"Don't flatter yourself, baby. I can have just about any chick in this room-including your daughter."
That got my goat. I was ready to let him have it. The sobriety of his face, however, gave me pause. Steve had the attitude and apparatus to make his claim valid. If Deb were given reason to believe that Steve's charms-or those of any well-equipped stud, for that matter-could be had, she would be just another notch on their bedposts. She'd learn a painful lesson, despite anything I could conceivably tell her, by giving him her virginity.
With this in mind, I ceased my struggles. I willingly entered the closet with him. My compliance was viewed as a sign of excitement. I read his surprise, just before we closed the door; he hadn't expected me to abandon my fight.
"What could you possibly have to say?" I asked, shoving my tits against his chest, staggering his senses. Was he prepared for their firmness, their promise of ecstasy? "Are you going to tell your girlfriend that you've been hitting on me since the moment we met?"
He regained his confidence seconds later. His grin clicked back into place, while his hand smoothed the small of my back, then drifted lower. I felt his fingers effect a stimulating massage, delving between my legs after pinching my ass. "Should I tell Deb her mom is a peeping Tom?"
I was singed by his comment, then sprang to my defense. "You were guilty of disturbing the peace. My God-going at it like that, without a care in the world. Did you think others wouldn't hear and try to urge you to pipe down?"
"I liked that you were listening-and watching, baby." He shoved his crotch against my mound. Ohhhhhhhhh. His cock was rock-hard, nearly bursting out of his pants. "Feel that? I've had a fucking hard-on for you the moment we locked eyes. Oh, yeah. My dick got so stiff when I saw you peeking at us. Why didn't you come in, baby? Sharon wouldn't have minded. I would have fucked you for a while, then her. As you know, I have plenty to spare."
I shivered as he stroked me with that throbbing bulge. Ohhhhhhhhh. He cupped my ass and pulled me tight against him, exposing me to its size and heat. Ohhhhhhh. I didn't want to impart my receptivity to the joy he kindled, but my soft gasps betrayed me. Some light filtered through the closet, illuminating my highly aroused features. My nipples swelled beneath my blouse, straining the fabric. I felt his warm breath on my face; combined with the rush his groping afforded, I saw the collapse of my defense system. "Oh God. Ohhhhhhhhhh."
His mouth covered mine. Instinct took over. I let his tongue in, purring as he sought my fiery tip. He brooked no teasing, swiftly pinning it, then administering a eroding wiggle. I was immediately subdued by the flurry of tingles.
"You're definitely hot," he said, detaching his mouth. "There's no mistaking it. I could tell the second we met."
I shivered in his embrace, intoxicated by the wild pulsations in his pants. The spandex material afforded me little protection; I encountered every swollen inch he ground into me. Functioning under such unwavering pleasure confirmed the impossible. He evoked desires I could not refute. When I tried to move away from him, he slammed the outline of his stiff cock into my crotch, intercepting. Ohhhhhhhh.
I stroked the hard muscles in his thighs with my long, painted nails. I had a whispery touch. My lips were parted, moistened by my tongue. Strands of hair blew into my eyes. I moaned. , "You want it, don't you?" he muttered.
"Yes."
He pressed himself into my soft center. "You know it'll be good. Jesus-I want to know what it's like to be inside your pussy. Imagine that big cock smashed in your juicy cunthole. What a turn-on."
I ran my eyes over his body and liked what I saw. Steve filled out a T-shirt nicely: the muscular definition of his chest was spectacular. His thighs' were trim yet solid. My first impression of him was that of a beach ass, with his red hair and rugged looks. It was obvious why he never had a problem getting pussy. Steve was definitely all man-yet he wasn't Bill.
Could I go through with this? Could I give Steve what he craved and not suffer repercussions of guilt? Bill was the only man I'd been with in the last several years. I had never contemplated taking another lover, not when he satisfied me so completely.
"Come on, baby," he said, rubbing me with that wonderfully rigid cock. "It'll be better than anything you've had. I'll make it something you'll never forget."
His touch was dizzying. The only way I could counteract the thrill was to insert a barrier between my sensitive pubis and his inflamed region. I manipulated him with my hand, watching his jaw drop. Christ, he was big-very big. His dick was much longer than Bill's, or my former husband's. He would go farther in my pussy than I had ever experienced.
I ran my tongue across my lips. "Why is it so important? If you can have any girl, why would you want to fuck someone's mother?"
"I already told you, baby-you steam me. You get me going. I want to fuck you with the thing you've got in your hand. Fuck you until you beg me to stop."
"You haven't had enough today, have you?
You're insatiable."
He closed his eyes, ecstasized with my massage. "Can't you feel how much I want you? How badly I want to fuck you?"
"I could have Sharon in here in a minute. She could finish you off."
"I don't want her. I want to stick my cock into your hot, grabbing snatch. I want to watch you moan while I pump you with my big thing."
I recaptured control of my senses through intense concentration. This wasn't easily accomplished, with Steve's throbbing member smashed into my soft folds. I had to do something about the swelling that plagued him. I couldn't leave him in this inflamed state and expect to slip out of the closet with my pride intact. "How about if I gave you some head?" I whispered. "There's no room in here to fuck."
"Sure." Easing his legs around me, he thrust his crotch. "I've wondered what it would be like being in your mouth."
I knelt before him, smoothing my palms over both his thighs and letting him anticipate the oral pleasure I would give. "Are you up for it, stud?"
"Try me," he encouraged hoarsely.
The music and voices pounding in the background did nothing to deter me. I was thoroughly engrossed in my task.
I pressed my cheek against his groin. The faint throb of his cock was found. I glanced at him. Steve peered down, awaiting lip and tongue activity.
"Take it out," he ordered.
I almost let out a snicker-yet held it in check. Men were simple to manipulate. Bestowing their cocks with attention essentially made them into putty.
Slowly I unbuckled his pants, letting the suspense mount. His eyes were in pursuit of my every movement. His zipper came down easily. I relaxed the elastic band of his underwear over his crotch. His dick protruded in my face, resembling a flag pole.
"Wow," I panted, genuinely aroused by its magnitude. I gave his thing a kiss.
"Mmmmmmm."
"Use your tongue."
"Mmmmmmmm." I slurped it and felt his body tense. I proceeded to nibble on his cockhead, flicking my tip rapidly around the rim. I teased him with my lips, watching his shaft twitch to life. His dick twitched, encouraged by the playful dabs I administered. I experienced the first taste of his lust-heated cock. I loved the taste and filling sensation of cocksucking. Steve had a dick that was going to be a feast.
Steve cupped my head. "Jesus." His breath was sucked from his lungs. I prompted heated eruptions to race to the center of his stomach. "Come on, swallow me-suck."
I gladly accepted instruction. I widened my lips and covered his bloated crown. My hot saliva washed over him, drenching him in its heat. My tongue swirled out, around. "God, you taste good."
"Yeah, oh, yeah," he muttered, closing his eyes. His jaw went slack as he was consumed by a mass of quaking cells. The pulse of his cock increased with each mouthing. Steve's head tilted into the row of coats hanging behind him as he fought to take command. My oral domination stole his breath.
"Mmmmmm," I moaned, consuming more of his throbbing length. He throbbed in my mouth-all ten inches of him. It was exciting, wrapping my lips about a large cock. Up and down I swooped, taking him into my oral grip. I fastened myself feverishly to his hulking width, getting off on his struggle for air, his horny vibrations.
"Oh, baby. It's so good. Yeah, your mouth is driving me wild." He slammed his entire body into the clothes behind him. He could no sooner help himself than I could gulping down his cock. Once I attached myself to him, the ability to stop eluded me. I had to keep sucking until his cum splashed inside my cheeks. "Suck me, baby. Suck me good."
"Mmmmmmm." I readily swallowed all he had to give, treating his dick to a moist vacuum. I vibrated the underside of his cock with my tip, urging his palpitations. His irregular pulse was wholly apparent. I perceived his desire to cum. I wondered exactly how long he was going to last in my mouth without surrendering to the urge.
Steve slumped against the clothes, groaning from my suck. "Eat it. Take it down your throat. Oh, yeah. Oh, Jesus. This is unquestionably four-star head. Even Sharon can't handle the whole thing. Uhhhhhhhh." His fingers coiled around the wooden pole, knocking hangers from their perch. His fevered brain couldn't register anything beyond the hot dripping saliva oozing down his cock. "Blow me, baby. Suck my big, juicy cock."
He watched me gobble him. I loved giving blow jobs. He could tell from my ravenous expression as I slurped him. My lips enveloped his dick, practically tugging the jism from his balls. The rinse of saliva swirling around his shaft as he fucked my face induced him to sweat. Perspiration formed at his temple, trickling down his face. It got increasingly hot in this closet-especially with cock jutting from my mouth. I devoured his erect thing with loud smacks and eager puckering. I had no problem managing his ten inches. I enjoyed myself as I ate his cock. I sucked him to brain-numbing pleasure.
I filled my mouth with cock. I rubbed my lips over his swollen thing, lavishing him with sweet pulsations. I knew I was driving Steve out of his mind. He'd gotten huge from my oral efforts. I sucked his dick deep into my throat, taking as much as I could without gagging. He seemed to keep growing-so large, in fact, I had to ease off to get a breath of air.
"Stay with me, baby," he muttered, pressing down on my head. "Suck more, suck harder."
Steve's hips shifted under my luscious tonguing. I did my best to regulate my mouthfuls, but his urgent thrusts took authority. His dick was big, throbbing with hot juice and blood. Huge veins bulged from the shaft. Size meant nothing-I would conquer it. Shifting my position, I stuffed myself with meat. Mmmmmmmm. I wanted him to cum harder than he had with Sharon, just as a reminder of this moment.
My fingers curled around his balls, caressing them. He trembled from my feathery touch. I deepened my grope, pleasing him with circular motion. A little more of this and he would invariably explode.
Sucking Steve, however, gave me a stimulated high. I recalled how aroused I became when blowing Bill. Having his stiff cock in my mouth, feeling its heated tremors while lapping it made my pussy moist. I often stirred Bill's basic impulses so thoroughly that, before I brought him to climax, he removed himself from my sucking lips and climbed on top of me. God, I moaned with pleasure when his throbbing dick impaled me. It was my reward for getting it nice and hard. Ohhhhhhh! Memories of it even now made me hot and juicy. My clit hummed with titillation, demanding it be fingered. I slid my hand into my spandex pants, between my legs. Ohhhhhh. Grinding my finger against that damp area of my panties was exactly what I needed.
When I rubbed my mouth over Steve's cock, it was with heightened enthusiasm. I recognized it was due to Bill, but since Steve happened to be there, he was recipient of my hunger.
Steve caught me jiggling myself in the heat of the moment. "Is my dick making you hot? Why don't you come sit on me and give yourself a treat?"
"How can we do that in a closet?"
"You can bend over and grab your ankles."
"No thanks." I preferred to lower my saliva-rich lips over his shaft and bring him to climax.
He groaned as my mouth totally engulfed him, luring him back to splendor. "Come on, baby. I want to fuck you. I'll bet your pussy can keep my cock nice and warm."
I wouldn't budge, even if it meant depriving myself of that treat. He could tell I wanted to fuck, yet wouldn't give him that.
"Okay, baby," he gasped with resignation, "but you're gonna have to swallow it. I haven't had a blow job like this in ages. There'll be a lot."
My tiny mewls dared him to erupt. The lunge of his hips told me I was going to fill up on his load.
I explored the full length of his cock, stroking with my eager fingers. His dick was bone-solid, primed and filled with fuck power. While sucking, I grazed the bulging firmness of his balls. I hummed with delight against his shaft as I unearthed his groans of passion. He surged and jerked between my lips.
"Jesus Christ," Steve muttered, overcome. His voice was hoarse with agonized need.
I could feel his body shudder. My level of arousal mounted at a similar pace. As I rubbed my open mouth up and down the tall-standing cock, my tongue snaked out to flick fiery caresses.
The darting contact and sucking pressure made Steve lose direction. He got more anxious and wanted to feel his dick jammed deep in my sexy little throat.
"Suck it," he growled. "Take in my cock, suck me deep."
I was more than ready for that. My pussy tightened with anticipation. Even my tits began to ache-they were so swollen. I wanted him to fuck me, but even more, I wanted him to fuck my mouth with his big, long dick.
My fingers curled around the base of his shaft, holding him, as I slowly lowered my wide-open lips over his enlarged crown. The association was electric.
I swallowed until my lips had encompassed his thick stem. I paused, savoring the feel of having his solid cock embedded in my throat, then hungry to devour more, I nudged forward again. Steadily, inch after inch disappeared in the pink circle of my mouth. It throbbed in my mouth, pushing against the back of my throat.
"You're so fucking good, oh, yeah, eat it, swallow me, stroke me with those hot lips." Steve enjoyed every second he was absorbed in spit. He pressed down on my head, urging me to take more. Despite my earlier reluctance to participate, I displayed an appetite that amazed him. I had to squelch the impulse to bend over and let him fuck me. I ached for his dick to slide in and out of my pussy, but I supposed I'd have to finish him off with my mouth.
My heart thudded wildly. The heat of his body seemed to rise from him like steam; mine was of equal temperature.
The long shaft of his cock glistened as I pulled away, gulping air. Saliva oozed down the stiff column. Without wasting a second, I was back on it, working him into my throat while listening to his fresh groans of ecstasy.
I kept thinking how good it would feel having this solid mass lodged in my pussy. Images of laying back, moaning as he fucked me dominated my mind, making me wet. Before this night, I had never entertained such thoughts of another man-it was Bill who drew my passion.
Hot, sweltering desire caused my body to rebel. My finger slithered back to my clit and rubbed. Ohhhhhh! It wasn't enough. I needed something hard and thick grinding against it. I remembered how quickly Bill obliterate that feeling, charging through my hungry cunt lips.
"You don't have to do that," Steve mentioned raggedly. "Bend over, baby. I'll do you doggie."
"No," I panted, then sunk my lips over his cock. I took him whole, swallowing his entire shaft.
"Jesus-"
I moaned in garbled anxiety while Steve clamped my head. He pulled me, incredibly, even closer to his body.
Steve tensed his hips and started bucking. He was going to erupt. His cock revolved in small, tight circles. My nostrils flared to drag in air. His hands, curled in the thick fall of my hair, held me securely to his groin.
"Come on, baby," he muttered in a low, seductive voice. "Suck me into that warm, open mouth. Rub those hot lips all over my stiff cock. Yeah."
I teased him with my tongue, lashing out with my limber tip. I sucked hard, even while he ground himself between my lips. Second by second, my excitement accelerated.
Steve hesitated for a moment, gathering his breath. "Gonna fuck you now," he muttered brokenly. "Fuck that hot mouth of yours with slow, slow strokes."
I eagerly met his movements-advancing until my lips clasped the base of his big thing, then retreating until only his plump cockhead remained in my slippery grip. Back and forth I sucked, licked, nibbled. His cock, swelling as I worked it, neared its explosive point.
Sensual electricity rocketed through my body, settling in my sweetly agitated cunt. My pussy oozed with juice, coating my panties and the insides of my thighs. My clit begged to be stroked-an indulgence I refused to grant myself. I was relatively taken over the edge at my own doing.
Steve sawed in and out of my mouth with heightening fury. His thick cock urgently sliced through my wide-stretched lips. The tension inside him thrived until he could contain it no longer. From his ravaged look, the cum was probably boiling in his balls, preparing for discharge.
I recognized his inner turmoil. My heart trip-hammered at the prospect of his jizz flooding my mouth. I wanted his cum, thirsted for it. The thought of his warm spew rushing down my throat made me dizzy.
"Sure you don't want me to fuck you, baby?" he mumbled, barely fighting the impulse to cum. "Huh? It'll feel so good. I'll slide right into your pussy."
"Mmmmmmmm," I panted, urgently mouthing him. His invitation was so tempting.
"Jesus, now.. .now," Steve groaned.
His body went momentarily numb, then he smashed his groin to my lips, burying his dick as deeply as possible. I felt the rhythmic pumping of his embedded member, tasting the hot pulpy spurts of his cum.
"Arrgghhhhh," he gasped, feeding me his eruption.
Moaning almost mindlessly, I swallowed. Firmly, I pressed with my lips, ejecting more of his white goo. Mmmmmmmm.
I took it all, savoring the sexy taste of his cum. When the flow slackened, I swirled my tongue, lapping up every last drop. I felt his body relax, the sexual anxiety diminished-for now.
I remained nestled between his legs as he leaned up against the clothes resting on hangers. I kept on sucking at his cock, softly, keeping him semi-hard.
"Did you like that?" I murmured.
"Christ, yes.. .but I'd really like to fuck you."
"You might get the chance-as long as you do as I say."
He groaned. "Yeah. I love that tongue action."
"Don't you prefer Sharon?" I tested him.
He pressed down on my head. "Not nearly as much. There, lick me there, yeah."
"I'll bet she loves fucking this big thing of yours," I sighed, fondling him with my lips. "I can't imagine how great it feels."
"Turn over and you'll find out."
I took my mouth away and slowly got to my feet. "You've had enough for now. Time to cool off."
"Awww, come on, Bev, you're not quitting on me now? That was just warm-up."
"I don't fuck in closets."
"You're not going to leave me like this?" he complained, indicating the painfully hard dick distended between his legs. "When I get like this, I can go for hours."
"Save it for Sharon." I blew him a kiss and reached for the doorknob.
He seized me by the wrist. "What the hell am I supposed to do?" he asked, frustrated.
I snatched my hand away from him. "What else? Jerk off."
"I could go find Deb," he threatened. "I'll get her to finish."
I did not let the threat stand. "That would be a fatal mistake on your part, Steve. Keep away from her."
"Says who?"
"Me." I was merely an inch from him, hissing. "Don't you ever let me catch you near her, either. You'll have me to face."
"I just might do it-out of curiosity."
I reared back and eyed him sternly. "Don't fuck with me. I can be one serious bitch if I put my mind to it-particularly when my daughter's happiness is involved."
With that, I left the closet.
CHAPTER FOUR
Just as I emerged from the closet and maneuvered myself through the party crowd, a troubling sight alarmed me: Kevin had his arm around Deb, escorting her out the door. His intentions were easy to read, given the hungry slant of his features. Deb, captivated by his charm and attention, was easily lead. She appeared titillated by his smile and brawny arm slipped around her.
So, when he couldn't score with the mother, he goes for the daughter, I inwardly snarled. Were these guys on a power trip? Plainly, I had my work cut out for the evening. I hustled in their direction, resolute in bringing their activities to a premature end. Kevin wouldn't have a chance of getting it out of his pants before I descended upon them.
"Bev, there you are," Sharon intercepted me. "Have you seen Steve? I can't seem to locate him."
"Yeah, I just sucked his dick in the closet," almost rolled off my tongue. Instead, I furnished her, "Not for the past half-hour. I can't imagine what's happened to him."
My attempt to swerve around her was destroyed. Sharon purposely blocked my bath. "I thought I saw him talking with you prior to his disappearance."
"You're obviously mistaken." Kevin and Deb slipped out of the house and were gone. Panic swelled in my throat. "Pardon me, dear, I've got to-"
"So, this is Deb's mother," intruded a very masculine-sounding voice. "What a doll."
I whirled toward the source of the distraction. Two attractive young men-one a hunky football player type and the other an all-around jock-broke into a drool over me. They were appreciative of my face and figure, paying tribute with lust-starved eyes. Their compliment, though not entirely lost, was inopportune.
"Nice to meet you, fellas," I took a moment to reciprocate. "I take it you're attending school this semester."
"We know your daughter," the jock explained.
"Yeah," the football player went on, "but she's not put together like you, baby." Boldly, he scanned me from head to toe, salivating all the while. "Whew. Unbelievable. Fucking incredible."
His slurred praise, in light of the beer in his hand and the alcoholic fumes blowing in my direction, failed to endear me. Although I remained in constant communication with Deb, this new generation constantly amazed me. The lack of respect for my age group was wholesale.
"She happens to be single, too," Sharon announced, much to the men's observable pleasure.
"Now, Sharon," I pursed my lips, pissed she would disclose my availability, "let's not advertise." Or put ideas in their clouded heads, I silently amended.
"She's staying with Deb," she enlightened.
"Cool," the jock said. We'll be sure to stop by."
"Yeah," the football player mentioned before taking a swig. "We'll have our own little party."
Though smiling, I was hurling daggers at Sharon. "Thanks for relaying that information, dear. Now, if you'll all excuse me, I have somewhere to go."
The football player was my sole barrier. "Come on, baby, you're not thinking of splitting on us? We just got introduced."
"I didn't say I was leaving," I explained, praying the scene with Kevin and Deb hadn't progressed beyond kissing and fondling. I loathed to think this clumsy gathering spoiled my intervention. "I promise to return."
"If you don't, we'll have to come see you at Deb's," the jock warned.
I forced laughter through clenched teeth, then hurried along. Thanks to Sharon, I was the hottest thing on campus. My decision to send Deb to this school was poorly weighed. I should have known better in the selection process.
My search was further complicated by the fact of not knowing where Kevin parked his car. I couldn't even recall its make at the gas station. They might already be fumbling in his back seat, feverishly horny. Adrenaline fueled my step. I fervently hoped my guidance banned Deb from making a mistake.
Cars were stationed haphazardly throughout the area. If there was even the smallest space, one was jammed into it. I investigated each row, looking for some sign of my daughter.
I was hit by an arresting thought pattern. I saw Kevin sitting back, watching Deb unzip him, plying her with soft encouragement. He knew how eager girls her age were in closely examining a man's equipment-particularly when at full extension. If Deb's avowal was bona fide, she had never touched a cock; coiling her fingers about Kevin's would undoubtedly trigger a barrage of sexual fireworks. Putting her mouth on it, licking it, feeling it twitch beneath her feline touch were inclinations she was sure to have. I recalled my first experience in glimpsing a swollen dick. The thrill of holding one, then permitting it to excite me, were permanently engraved in memory. Cognizant of Deb's curious nature, she would fully explore that avenue. Kevin wouldn't have to do a thing, other than sit back and get sucked.
If there was a chance of preventing that from happening, I was bound and determined. I peered all around hunting for them.
Across the lawn, I spotted something that caught my eye. A couple was locked in feverish transport. Originally, I thought it was Deb-and nearly suffered heart failure. A second glimpse relaxed me. The girl was a redhead, not a brunette, and the man was fair, not dark-haired like Kevin. I saw her bare back, then her sumptuous ass rise and fall. Beneath, the hunky guy groaned as his cock got massaged by her drenched cunt.
I shouldn't be watching, I reminded myself. This was how I'd gotten myself into trouble with Steve. Hypnotically, I stayed rooted. I slid into the shadows and observed them, despite my constant intention to leave.
Sex, invariably, attracted me. I was hopelessly addicted to naked, sweaty flesh.
Hmmmmmm, look at that cock of his bracing itself for that girl's snatch, I mused. Those juicy lips clenched him, the pink rim expanding as it neared his thick trunk. Both groaned when her ass cheeks met his balls. She ground herself to his base, deriving immense satisfaction in having jammed that thing in her, then pulled up with a resounding moan. Before he could regain his sense of balance, she sank onto his stiff dick. This action was repeated until the guy's breathing was ragged.
"Christ, oh, baby, yes, fuck me with that tight pussy, fuck my dick, hump me, squeeze every inch of me in that wet cunt. Uhhhhhhhh, it's stiff as a pipe, fucking you. Yeah, take it, all of it, nice and slow, yeah."
His hands enclosed her sleek buttocks. His long fingers spanned her tantalizing flesh as he pumped her. That bouncing ass of hers wasn't to venture far from his cock. He saw to it that her pussy snapped right back to him, capturing every solid bit of him. The moist slapping sounds they produced told of their satisfaction.
The girl hung her big tits in his face. Her nipples protruded like swollen nuggets, edging toward his mouth. "Suck them," she ordered in a strained voice. "Suck them, baby."
He lifted his head and stuffed a nipple into his mouth. He released one of her ass cheeks, only to grab her shoulder and pull her close. "Mmmmm," he groaned, his lips working frantically. "Mmmmmm." I saw a glance of tongue as he licked them.
Her ass rocked back and forth, never stopping for a moment. She wasn't one to come up for airshe just kept going.
"Yes, suck them hard."
His face was buried in her tits. He helped himself to her billowy excess. That rigid shaft of his kept sliding in and out of her pussy. Faster and faster it went, propelled by excitement.
Suddenly, he tore his mouth from her tits. He was noisily dragging air from his lungs. His handsome features were contorted. "Ugghhhhh, uhhhhhhh, ugghhhhhhhhh."
The girl chose that as her signal to reach down and pull his cock out of her. She had it in her fist just as it squirted. Cum splashed on her tits and stomach. Quickly, she lowered her mouth to the convulsing tip and lapped the goo as it spewed from his cumhole.
He writhed beneath her, plainly sensitive to her abrupt methods. His feet dug into the grass as he gushed. "Jesus, ugghhhhhhhhhh."
I retreated into the darkness, not wishing to be discovered. I was frustrated by that distraction, and resumed my search. I only hoped my temporary fall from grace wasn't regrettable.
Minutes later, a car door slammed right behind me. I was shocked to find Kevin, alone. He stood in front of his Bronco. It made sense Kevin would own something so distinctly masculine to expound his virility.
"Where's Deb?" the question automatically sprang from my tongue.
His grin did not waver. "What makes you think I was with her?"
"I saw you leaving together." I glanced around him, witnessing no indication. "You had your arm around her."
"Yeah," he said, effecting a defiant stance. "What of it?"
"Don't play games with me," I snapped. 'Tell me where she is, this very minute."
He moved toward me, his air casual. "You know, for a sexy lady, you're hopelessly uptight."
"Psychoanalysis, I don't need, particularly from some gas station attendant." My tension abated, now that I knew Deb was safe. The spark of attraction manifested itself. I gazed at him with stimulating awareness. "Are you in the habit of inflicting women with such evaluations?"
"Only when I believe I have something they need," he boasted.
Leveling my tits at his chest, I challenged, "What could you possibly have that's deficient in my life?" He leaned that densely muscled chest into my tits. The jolt to my system impaired my judgment. I should have shaken him off and moved on with my pursuit of Deb. My common sense wasn't the least restored as I trailed those hair-rough arms with my hand. Mmmmmmmm-I love manly textures.
"Why did you run off on me?" he muttered.
"I ran into someone." That wasn't a total lie. "It was beyond my control."
"You like to keep on top of a situation, don't you?" He reached behind and grasped a generous portion of my ass. "You feel so good, Bev. You put these younger women to shame."
"I take it you like the more experienced variety."
His fingers inched toward my crack. "I like fucking someone who knows what she's doing."
"Why?" I asked, unable to accept the conclusion that appeared in my head.
"Why what?"
"Why do you want me? You could have any number of girls at the party. They would love your kind of intensity, your kind of thrill. Why would you want to spend it with an older woman?"
He grinned. "What are you, a hundred?" He traced a daring finger along my protruding breasts. "That's some set of old bones you have, Bev."
"I'm serious," I stammered, my heart beating wildly. A delightful commotion surged through me. "You've been salivating over someone nearly twenty years your senior. Why? Your reasons leave me in question."
His voice dropped to a cunt-drenching register. "Because something tells me it'll be the best piece of ass I ever had." He brushed his lips at the nape of my throat. "I ache to have you, Bev. I want you so much. My dick gets stiff the second you pop into my head. I want you, baby. Please, believe me. I'll be so good-so very good."
A hot tickle raced up my spine as he delved into that delicate section. "Ohhhhhhhhh." I shivered against him, thoroughly aroused.
He dragged me to him, leaving imprints on my ass. The shape of his cock dug into my mound. "See what you do to me, baby? I can't put you out of my mind. I've got a boner for you."
Ha! Take a number, buddy. That line was bandied about so often, it lost its impact. Having that monster pressing into me, exciting me with its heat and size, did nibble at that assessment.
It was strange how my resilience to insulate Deb from sex inescapably resulted in more sex for me. I had nothing to lose-and everything to gain.
"Ohhhhhhhhh. Yes, I can feel it."
"I want you to more than feel it, baby. I want you to get off on it."
It felt good hugging a man. His firm, hairy flesh fitted against mine seemed natural. I took his hand and put it over my tit. I stroked his hair-roughed wrists and forearms. Mmmmmmmm. Kevin was all man.
Kevin wasn't satisfied merely embracing me. Hardly surreptitious, he distinctly wanted us physically locked. His hand slid into my blouse. His thumb grazed my nipple, then actively sought to make it expand. I smiled and sighed. I remained motionless, isolating that restless longing that dwelled in my body.
Within seconds, of course, Kevin was too horny to leave it alone. The proximity of my pussy to his cock wasn't simply dismissed. I felt him throb against my damp mound. His breathing deepened. He gripped my tits, pulling me closer. He made every effort to arouse me with a slow, intoxicating gyration of his hips.
Mmmmmm-he was succeeding.
His arms, bands of muscle, encircled me with passion. "I've got to have you, Bev."
I didn't utter a word. That rock-hard protrusion wore away my layers of resistance as it ground into me. A warm jitteriness engulfed my stomach, radiating to my pussy. There was a noticeable reduction of command on my part. I could do nothing less than obey that willful throb crushing against my mound. Nothing less than consummation would alleviate the frustration that gripped us.
"Yeah," he murmured, his hand dipping into my spandex pants. "Let's fuck."
"Here?" I whispered. "In front of the house, during a party?"
"Why not?"
"Someone might see."
"I can't worry about that now, baby. I've got to take care of more important business." His massage erased some of my apprehension. "Once I slide into you, that will be the last thing running through your head."
I swiftly abandoned my plea. He was completely swollen and ready for action. I was fascinated by the course he'd take to get what he wanted.
"Let's get inside my truck," he instructed hoarsely.
The thought of refusing him never entered my mind. I was far too excited.
I climbed up the step, then all but fell across his front seat. Kevin was right behind me, spiriting my movements with his inflammatory touch. His fingers dispensed electric shocks that stunned me into compliance.
He slithered beside me, kissing the titillated skin at the base of my throat. I shivered at the skill of his lips-they distributed a potent charge.
"You're so fucking soft, Bev. Ahhhhhhhhh. I could spend hours fondling you."
"Yes," I moaned, wriggling against his solid body. I couldn't wait to be rid of the tight spandex pants and feel skin on skin. I thirsted for his manly textures.
The difference in age did not present a conflict; Kevin had the necessary equipment to gratify me, and I, him. At that moment of exquisite torture, we simply wanted to unburden ourselves.
Kevin was both gentle and urgent. Under his guidance, I knelt in front of him. My spandex pants were lowered seconds after he slipped his fingers inside the waistband. The rush of cool night air on my bare flesh invigorated me. Ohhhhhhhh. When he smoothed his face against my ass cheeks, I suspected his purpose. He spread them slowly, methodically. I gasped at the slurp he then took of my pussy lips. I wasn't prepared for that tickling sensation, nor the probing of his tip.
"Oh, Kevin, Kevin," I moaned. A warm quiver of anticipation overpowered me. "Oh God, yes."
He fucked my pussy with his tongue. He made me wet for a reason-not merely for excitation. Having smashed that large cock into my warm, trembling mound, I anticipated the sweetness and agony of his splitting me open. Spit was sent about the entrance to prepare me for something bigger than I ever had.
"Lick it," I sobbed, unable to contain my lust. "Suck my pussy. Dip it into my cunt. Ohhhhhhh. Oh, yes, Kevin. Make me slick." I wasn't convinced this was the thing to do, but even as doubt filled me, his welcoming lash canceled all negativity. The exhilarating flicks he disbursed were a revelation. I wanted all I could get, all I dared receive. I knew, ultimately, this glimpse of heaven was a precursor to something vastly more staggering.
Kevin took his time in affording me pleasure. He lapped my abundant juices, delving into my engorged cunt lips. He concentrated for several intense moments on my clit, summoning a fierce reaction.
"Oh, my God," I cried, my heart racing to the point of danger. "Oh, Kevin, don't stop."
He spread my sappy cunt lips with his tongue, tormenting with pulse-raising acceleration. Ohhhh. His lashings provoked a hunger only a good, solid fuck could remedy. I missed having a hard dick in my pussy, pumping me to distraction. Bill's throbbing bulk thrusting into my cunt was but a memory. I couldn't wait until we were reunited-I required immediate service.
"Feels good, baby?" he asked.
"Oh, yes. Ohhhhhhhhhh."
His tongue descended into my sluiced flesh. The instant it made contact-splendor. God, what a difference compared to my jiggling digit. He operated purely on intuition and my mounting sobs. He swerved about my clit, causing it to thicken with excitement. My whole body hummed with desire. I writhed on my elbows, my hips snapping in automatic response. I tried to keep my moaning low, but fluctuating the speed at which he ate me unearthed some shuddering cries.
I swallowed, reeling from one direction to the other. Hot impulses fed me. My knees dug into his seat as I strained to meet his vibrating tip. His vitalizing persistence made me even hornier. If he didn't fuck me soon, I would go mad.
"Yeah, baby-go for my tongue," he implored. "Go for my tongue. Mmmmmmmmmmmm."
"Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh!" I sputtered, twisting and jerking, pushing my aroused pussy to his mouth. It didn't matter where he set it-every dab, every lick supplied me with pleasure. There wasn't a moment without satisfaction. I hadn't expected this amount of thrill from someone twenty years my junior. I could get accustomed to younger men if they were as proficient as Kevin.
I was acutely aware of how satisfying he would fill the void between my legs. Once he gave my pussy cock, I suspected I was going to be driven to the limits of my sanity. It had to relieve that building pressure, that gnawing gap.
"Your pussy tastes like honey, Bev," he mentioned while slobbering me. "I can't get enough."
I hoped he never would. Ohhhhhhhhhh. I didn't want that limber activity to pause, even momentarily. I slammed back into his face, urging him to bring me to orgasm. His warm breath filtered along my crack, pricking my senses. The energy in his tongue was wonderfully constant. I suppressed the urge to claw the material of his front seat, shaking from his harrowing thirst.
I was in ecstasy, letting these stimulating impressions carry me to a higher plane.
"Oh, Kevin," I wept softly, "I want you to fuck me with your big cock. I want you to fuck me until I'm numb with pleasure."
"Don't worry, baby. I will. Mmmmmmmmm."
I slammed my pussy with repetition to his mouth, thoroughly aroused by its pulsations. His tip made me hot and juicy. "Ohhhh, I love it, more, please." I heaved my mound at him, gulping air.
"I've got to have some of you now, Bev," he declared. "I've got to put my dick in you."
I sighed as I heard him unzip. I pictured that stiff cock being taken out of his pants, preparing for entry. My spandex pants were sufficiently pulled down, eliminating any obstruction between him and me. My nipples, having spilled out of my blouse, throbbed. Ohhhhhhhh. I spread my legs, then made an effort to loosen myself for him. My cunt lips were so tight, I feared they'd squeeze him out. I wanted nothing to oppose the insertion of his cock.
Kevin covered me with his man's body. He caressed my shoulders, running his hands along my sides. His touch was soothing, promoting a total slackening of the muscles. He whispered encouragement, yet the excitement about what we were about to do was building. The wild beat of his cock dissolved any illusions that this was to be a tender session. I craved penetration.
He slid the bulbous head into the nook of my butt. Quickly, it wedged into position. He pushed it slightly into my cunt. I let out a squeal.
"I'll go slow. Tell me if it hurts. I might cram in too much all at once."
"Okay."
Slowly he entered me. I clenched my fists and shook. I sucked air into my lungs. That hard dick bore into me, inch by inch. Kevin went slowly, but the tremendous pressure he exerted overwhelmed me. My pussy split open to admit his throbbing bulk. My eyes widened in amazement. I bit my lip, then emitted another gasp.
"Oh, my God," I sobbed. Bill was thick, but Kevin easily outdistanced him in terms of width and length. My pussy had never had anything as large as what was going into it now.
"Relax, baby, it'll feel good."
"It's so big. I'm not used to it. Ohhhhhhhhhh."
"I'll be okay."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh." There was so much of it, pushing into my soaked passage. Kevin kept driving it forward, fitting his cock through that clenching hole. I closed my eyes and writhed beneath him, taken aback by the furious sensation that flooded me. I was unable to focus on anything beyond that monster occupying my snatch. How could anyone redirect her thoughts when something so huge and hard was penetrating her? I raked the seat with my nails, moaning. "Oh, God, Kevin. That feels so good."
"Enjoy it, baby. I want you to enjoy it. Ahhhhhh. I can tell you haven't had one as huge. Let me in that tight cunt of yours. Let me fuck your sweet pussy, Bev. I want to fill your whole snatch with my cock."
He occupied more of me than I anticipated. His dick reached deep, burrowing into heavenly constriction. He nearly extended to my gut, feeding me this excited part of his body. After having taken him this far, I felt I would never forget it.
Finally, he was fully submerged. All ten inches were crammed into my pussy. He luxuriated in my squirming hole, basking in triumph, then began to pump me. He reared back, releasing some of the pressure he caused, then thrust forward with an enthusiastic surge. His hand swept over my tits, stimulating me further. His care for my satisfaction was a welcome respite. Indeed, he made this session as delicious as possible.
"Jesus, you're tight, Bev. Uhhhhhhh. It feels so good to be buried in your hot body, prying you apart with my dick. I gotta fuck that hot squish. I'm going to cream in your snatch, fill it with hot cum. Yeah. How does it feel being on the receiving end of my cock? Are you glad to be fucking me? Is it what you expected?"
"Better," I sobbed. Each thrust, each ramming rocked my very foundation. "Much better than I dreamed. Ohhhhhhhh. Oh, Kevin. More. Yes."
"I knew it would be good. I could tell from the way you walked, the way you looked at me that it would be incredible. Ahhhhhhhhhh. Your pussy really grabs my cock, makes it juicy. I love sinking it right down to the bottom, right to my balls. Ahhhhhhhhh. Fuck me, Bev, fuck me with your pussy. Come on, baby, open yourself and let me in. Keep my dick wet."
I bucked, curved and wriggled beneath his pounding flesh. I made it transparent I was enjoying myself. Having banished his concern over my well-being, we settled into a hot, riveting fuck. I responded to those penetrating strokes, pushing my ass up so my pussy could smoothly meet his shaft. He sank his whole cock into me, cramming the wide base to my quivering cunt lips. My eyes glazed over. Ohhhhhhhh. It felt so good when he pitched back and forth, sending that pulsating length through me. My tongue tickled his palm. My dabs were steamy, provocative.
This was more than enough to thrill Kevin to the quick. I ground my pussy to his balls, squeezing it with my strong walls. My point was well-conveyed.
"Feels good, huh?" He released my mouth.
I let out a soft wail, gasping as he sent his entire dick into me, my cunt absorbing every inch. I held him like a glove, fast and sweet. His groan of approval in my ear turned me on. I wanted it to be good for him. I moved my ass, taking that cock for a ride. I grew accustomed to its jarring fit. It didn't matter-I nursed the smarting ache with my rotating finger. My clit welcomed the attention. It seemed unnatural how wet my pussy got from getting pumped. I was drenched with desire, reaching with my puckering cunt lips to capture as much of Kevin's cock as I could.
"You really wanted this, didn't you?" he muttered over my shoulder. "You're hot for my equipment. I can smell how moist your cunt is. You're getting juicy from being fucked."
My finger moved quickly, efficiently. I was panting. My swollen love button was charged by its massage. I wanted to expedite my orgasm. I wanted to cum while his cock was deep in my cunt. My mind and body worked together to achieve that goal. I wanted to know that sensation.
Kevin fucked me hard and fast, giving it to me nice and steady. I was fraught with stimulating chills. My finger engaged my clit with the most intoxicating pressure. Juice seeped from my crevice. His spearing cock brushed my wriggling digit. I watched it disappear between my legs when peeking under my undulating body. Ohhhhhhhhhh.
He pushed it into that small, savory hole, unconscious of what I attempted to accomplish. He could not stop himself.
I moaned. Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, keep it going, stud, keep it going.
My knees dug into the seat as I got closer to cumming. I rocked to him, urging him to rush. Squishy sounds emanated from my snatch. My finger whipped faster than ever, sending me into a winded huff. A shower of wonderful tingles assaulted me. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.
"Kevin, ohhhhhhhhhh! I'm cumming, I'm cumming."
I jerked involuntarily, totally out of control. The spasms were the roughest ever. Having Kevin's cock buried to the hilt, fucking me while I jiggled myself produced more hot flashes than my brain could process. I went crazy, buckling beneath the plunge of cock. I couldn't help myself-Kevin sent me over the edge. I was tremendously excited.
With a burst of strength, I hoisted myself on my knees and elbows. Kevin lifted himself, too, letting his erect cock detach from my clutching hole. Not having that delicious thickness plugging me bothered me. I had thought he might explode from my frantic activity, but Kevin held back.
"Ugggghhhhhhhhh," he growled, then shot all over my ass and back. "Uggghhhhhhh."
I moaned as he showered me with hot cum. Squirt after squirt of his sex fluid splattered my flesh. It scalded me, splashing my moist skin.
From his ecstatic howl, I believed the session to have concluded. Instead, Kevin plunged right back into me, stiff as a pipe. I moaned as I regained all ten inches of thrusting excitement. I almost buckled over, my thighs thrown wide.
He petted my ass, running his hands over and over the crescents of those cheeks. His touch was electrical. I purred, swinging my suspended tits. I dragged my nipples across the texture of his seats, receiving lustful charges.
Kevin rotated his thumbs in my flesh, parting the puckered hole with his lust-propelled strokes.
"I'm too hot and bothered to be satisfied by one session," he gasped, pumping me. "I need more of you. Oh, yeah. I've got to keep fucking you with this." He speared into my hot pussy, plowing straight to the bottom.
His spent cum served as lubrication. He sawed back and forth, pleasuring me with those fierce thrusts. "Ohhhhhhh. Yes, it feels so good. Keep it stiff, send it far. Ohhhhhhh."
It sank deep into my cunt. Nothing, short of a second orgasm, was going to deplete the kind of power he had. My moans, my squirming were his fuel. My pussy was the engine that kept his equipment at peak performance.
I willed my cunt muscles to tighten about the submerged cock. I created enough pressure for him to fuck through, enough to lend the illusion of an extremely tight woman.
Ohhhhhhhhh! His free hand caressed my nipples. I shivered against his hard, muscled body. He fit in me smoothly, easily. I locked my powerful cuntal muscles around his dick, affording him exquisite tension. He bucked into me in a wild frenzy of rolling hips, dragging me to his horny flesh. His cock was completely surrounded by my slippery warmth. I sealed myself around that thick member.
"It feels good in there, doesn't it?" he mentioned hoarsely. "Sinking in your juicy cunt, rubbing your clit, feeding you sensations you couldn't possibly detect with a less endowed man. I've wanted to do this, give you this kind of pleasure since this afternoon. I'm going to show you so much with my cock and mouth. I want you to come home with me, Bev, so I can fuck you all night."
Ohhhhhhhh! I sighed in a way that was physically stirring. I fondled his hairy forearm, weaving my fingers through the dense growth. I petted the iron-like fingers that gripped me, pulling me back to that impaling shaft. I writhed heatedly against the matting of his chest.
After a few moments of this profound communication, Kevin's hand dropped away. I lowered myself onto my elbows with a gentle sigh. I was hot to fuck. My pussy lurched to him. I covered that throbbing shaft with my smooth, wet cunt lips. He guided his cock to the remotest regions of my squish. Our bodies were on a hot, spongy collision course. He rammed into me with all he had. The smack of his groin to my butt cheeks said that he wanted to explode relatively soon. I could almost feel him reaching the end.
I held Kevin between my legs, reeling at the jolts that movement provided. I was alive with satisfaction. "This is the best," I said huskily. "Oh, Kevin, Kevin-Jesus, ohhhhhhhhhhhh." I lunged with abandoned, hoping to get him off. The jabs of cock and his urgent gasps informed me he was close. I increased the mobility of my snatch, trying to subdue the fireball that was in his cock.
"Fuck it," he growled. "Fuck it, work that ass, take that cock, come on, Bev, keep it going. I'm going to shoot."
I sucked his dick into my snatch. I'm sure he caught sight of my gorgeous cunt lips wrapped around his member. As I slid them back and forth, revealing and hiding that throbbing hard-on, I listened to him groan.
He cupped my tits, treating them to a fulfilling tweak. "Bev, you're so fucking hot."
I thrust my hips up toward it, grabbing his cock. He was ready for me, slamming it deep. Ohhhhhh! He pumped me good and hard, stroking my insides until I twisted in agony. I offered him my wet pussy, pitching myself at him with all the strength I had.
"Getting close," he warned. "Want me to pull out and shoot on your ass again?"
"No, I want to feel you squirt."
"Yeah, I'm gonna do plenty of that. I'm gonna explode in your warm snatch, Bev. I couldn't hold back, even if I wanted. Uhhhhhhhh, ugghhhh, here it comes, baby-feel my cum."
He stifled his gasps as best he could, but his strangled cries were heard above the din of my ragged breathing. He shot his load in my snatch, an amount that seemed large even after having given most of it to me ten minutes before. The twitch of his cock was the best part; it gave me what I needed to cum. I closed my eyes and let go. The contractions were sweet and satisfying.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming with your cock in my cunt."
The side of my face hit the seat. My vision blurred.
Christ, what a finish!
CHAPTER FIVE
I finally caught up with Deb a while later. She was sitting in a room with several girls, hashing stories. Not a single man, I proudly noted, was counted among them.
"Mom, this school year is going to be a blast," Deb relayed, the second I arrived. "All my friends are here. We're having fun exchanging stories, talking about guys.. . "
Let's make sure it's only talk, I silently commented. "Let's not forget why I'm sending you here. I'm shelling out big bucks for you to receive a quality education-not a stellar social life."
"By the way, where have you been?" she asked, having burst her little bubble. "You disappeared on me."
"I've been.. . around," I murmured, not wishing to shatter her image of me. If she had even an inkling of what I'd been up to, she'd be shocked.
"But I haven't seen or heard you for hours."
"Jesus, Deb, short of sticking a cowbell on my ass, I suppose you wouldn't."
Deb sent me a knowing look. "Checking out the guys, perhaps?"
"Perhaps." I laughed. Her innocence was refreshing after spending feverish moments in a closet, then knocking off another hot and heavy session in the front seat of a truck. I was surprised I didn't look worn out. Not bad for a gal of thirty-eight, I silently commended.
"You like the young men here?" asked a girl, with a thick Italian accent.
"Mom, this is Gabriella," Deb introduced. "Isn't she gorgeous?"
"Yes, she is," I said, beaming at my daughter's friend. Actually, Gabriella was a pistol, a siren. I sensed bad influence, given her dark, bewitching looks. "Are you staying in the same building as Deb?"
"Two floors above her," Gabriella disclosed. "We will have much fun, Deb and I." She leaned toward me, her tone confidential. "I've been telling her about my new boyfriend. He's out of this world!" She placed her hands quite a distance apart, then rolled her eyes with exaggeration. "He's.. .abbundanza!"
Female intuition informed me were weren't speaking about his general character. "That's nice, dear." I took a step back, then whispered in Deb's ear, "When are we leaving?"
"I don't know. Steve and Sharon have totally disappeared."
"Great." I barely hid the sarcasm. "There goes our ride."
"No, problem, I have a car," Gabriella mentioned, interceding. "I will give you a lift."
"That's very generous of you, Gabriella," I said. "I'm exhausted."
Deb consulted her wristwatch. "It's almost midnight. You've been known to party all night."
"It must be old age creeping up on me," I sighed. Having fucked my brains out didn't seem an appropriate explanation. "If you two girls prefer to stay out a little longer, that's fine by me; just drop me off at the apartment."
"As a matter-of-fact, that was the plan," Deb divulged. "I made arrangements to sleep over at Gabriella's. We haven't seen each other for months and have lots of catching up to do. You know, girl talk."
I raised a brow, shifting a questionable eye from my daughter to that Italian firecracker. "Catch up? Girl talk?"
"Oh, Mom, we'll be in the same building," Deb exhaled, rolling her eyes at me. Her thinly concealed indignation was laughable. "You can eavesdrop all you want."
I laughed. "I trust you." As for the Italian slut: not on. your life, baby. I resigned to run perfunctory checks, if only to satisfy my own suspicions. What did it matter if I only received two or three hours of sleep? I was a concerned mother. "Now, can we go?"
I collapsed in Deb's bed, almost immediately after entering the apartment. My eardrums were trashed from the deafness-inducing volume at which the music played. I restrained myself during our ride back from the party when Gabriella blasted her stereo in the car. I kept reminding myself we were almost home, and precious sleep was a commodity I desperately needed.
Between a non-stop night of fucking the previous night with Bill, and more of the same this night, I was definitely feeling jet lag. Oh, God-I needed a major overhaul!
I fell into something close to sleep, even before the girls wished me a pleasant night and scrambled off to Gabriella's apartment. Both my body and mind ached. Assuming the role of crusading mother was a big pair of shoes I readily filled. One day, when Deb didn't subsist in the world of insulation I created, she would realize my varied sacrifices.
I awoke from the phone an hour or so later. The harsh jangling disturbed me from a delicious dream about Kevin and his expert tongue. It was a hormone disturbance that touched every cell, every nerve ending. Ohhhhhhhhh. The phone, ringing off the hook, insisted upon being answered. With a groan, I reached for it, then dragging it under my warm covers, nestled it close to my ear. My flesh tingled with anticipation, my pulse quickening. The thought of Kevin aroused me.
"Did I disturb you?" Bill asked in a tone of controlled derision.
"Bill?" I shook the remnants of sleep from my brain. "What do you want?"
"I've been phoning all night. Where the hell have you been?"
"I went to a party with Deb."
"Oh? So you're still holding her hand, affixing the bib?"
"Don't be an asshole."
"I've been worried sick. You didn't bother calling, even when I requested that consideration."
"To my recollection, that was a direct order. And a token call wasn't your objective. You wanted me to throw myself at your mercy and beg forgiveness."
"Hey, I happen to care about you," he muttered in defense.
"You're jealous of the attention I give Deb. You want it all. How can you be so selfish, Bill? How can you expect me to abandon my daughter when she still depends on me?"
"Let's not fight. I miss you, baby."
His soft words filtered through my sleep-hungry brain. Having vented my spleen, there seemed no point in extending our argument.
"Miss me?" he asked, sheepishly.
My fondness for him resurfaced. After a tiff, the reconciliation was always great. "Sure. Especially your big old thing."
"What were you doing?" he asked in a low, inquisitive voice.
Wasn't it obvious? "What do you think I was doing?"
"Do I get to use my imagination."
"If you wish."
"You sound like you're in bed."
"Good guess."
"And I'll bet you don't have a stitch on."
My hand automatically sprang to my tits. I had stripped down to my panties before hurling myself into bed. My flesh prickled against the stimulating coolness of the sheets. My nipples had stiffened, my pussy stirring with desire. And now that I had just been with a few men, the delectable remembrance of cock rubbing between my pussy lips lingered.
I didn't suffer remorse for having cheated on Bill; my participation in those encounters stemmed from maternal duty. I felt I substituted myself for the sexual hungers those men harbored; if I hadn't taken my daughter's place, the outcome might have been shockingly different.
"Are you naked?" he repeated.
"As a matter-of-fact, I am," I said in my sexiest voice. I played his game. He wanted to put me in a submissive mood. Bill, a hundred miles away, and he could only indulge in fantasy; I had had the real thing.
"Are you alone?"
"Yes. Deb is sleeping over at her girlfriend's." I could almost picture his grin. The idea of catching me naked in bed held appeal.
"Too bad I'm not there."
I sighed. That would be fun; having him at a safe distance suited me fine, however. If Bill got a gander of what I'd been up to, he'd have a stroke.
"I'll bet you'd like some pleasure right now," he ventured in a forward tone. "Do you know what I've got here, waiting for you, baby?"
My lips curved. "Is it in your hand?"
"It would rather be in your hot pussy."
Bill's graphics were appreciated, in light of my aroused state. "Is that so? I suppose my mouth is out of the question."
"I want every part of you, baby. Your pussy, your mouth, your tight little asshole."
"Bill, stop. You're getting me horny."
"Have you thought about my cock, baby? Sure you have. You couldn't get that big mother-fucker out of your head, even if you tried. Ahhhhhhhh. I get so fucking hard, talking to you, listening to your sexy voice. I picture you moaning while I'm jamming it between your hot legs. I remember how good it feels to cum inside you."
His descriptive references charged me with excitement. Even though I whiled away most of the evening on my hands and knees, fucking and sucking, a hunger for Bill developed. He knew how to get my juices flowing. Ohhhhhhhh. My flesh tingled from his erotic suggestions. Cunt nectar oozed from my fuck hole, seeping in abundance. "It's been tough without me, hmmmm? You don't like waking up with a hard-on and not having something warm and wet to push it into?"
"Don't make it worse, baby," he groaned. "Jesus, the things you say steam me up."
A little torment went a long way. I suspected I had a nasty streak. "Sure would be nice to have that big hairy body of yours on top of me. Ohhhhhhhhhh. I want to stare into your eyes while that stiff cock sinks into me."
The low cry he emitted over the line boosted my ego. He simply couldn't do without me. "I need you so bad, Bev. I want you here, in my bed. I want you sitting on me. I want to hear how juicy your cunt is, or how roughly you want me to fuck you with my big dick."
"You do, eh?" My fingers drifted down to my pussy. From his rough breath, I gathered he was masturbating on the other end. The thought of him handling his cock, making it stiff, pulling on it while we talked stimulated me. The phone was crooked against my ear and the pillow. "I believe we're on the same wavelength. Ohhhhhhhhhh. I love when you fuck me."
"I can hear those squishy noises in the background. I'm getting you excited, making you wet. Go ahead, stick your finger in your cunt and get it juicy. Then I want you to put it in your mouth and tell me how sweet it tastes."
"Sure, baby. I'll do it. Ohhhhhhhh, for you I'll do it," I gasped, obeying his command. My finger sliced through my damp flesh, probing the moist chamber that had been recently penetrated. The sensation made me quiver as I reached into my cunt. I could hear his steady breathing over the line as I hesitated, lingering at a shallow level and jiggling the soppage.
"Deeper, baby," he instructed. "Stick it all the way into your hot snatch, to the very bottom."
"Jesus," I whimpered, curling and uncurling my toes as my clitoris throbbed wildly in my pussy. I thrived at performing the task, his imposing voice luring me into subservience. Weakly, I rolled onto my back. The wild sensations within my pussy were sweeping.
"Yes!" he growled. "Put it in farther!"
Enthralled, I complied. My digit sank lower into my juicy opening, making squishy sounds upon descent.
Bill's breathing grew heavier. "Doesn't that feel good? Wouldn't it be nice to move that thing in and out of your cunt? Agitate it, up and down, up and down. Come on, baby, do it for me. Do it for me real good."
My pussy dampened perceptibly as I masturbated myself, entranced by Bill's masterful direction. Juice streamed from my cunt lips in nectarous profusion while I shivered upon the sheets. My nipples were bulgingly erect, yearning to be sucked by his mouth. The air crackled with excitement. I wished he was with me so I could witness his feral look, along with that throbbing cock standing upright.
"Don't you wish that finger you're jiggling with was my cock? This solid monster, fucking your tight pussy, grinding into that tight little hole-not in my hand, but in your cunt. Picture it, baby: jutting from my groin like a fucking flagpole. Think about how great it would feel fucking your insides instead of your little finger. Go on, stroke yourself harder, baby. Faster, and keep that tasty thought."
I couldn't believe we were having this conversation. Was I still dreaming, or was this for real? His off-color representation propelled me. "Ohhhhh!" I moaned into the receiver. "Ohhhh, God, God!" I could almost feel his thick shaft spearing me, separating my cunt lips and plowing into my creamy center. Everything became relative: the ache, the sweet surrender, the groaning.
"That's it, doll," he rasped. "Do you know what I'm doing? I've got my big dick in my hand and I'm jerking off! Knowing that you're jiggling your slot turns me on. Ahhhhhhh! Wouldn't you like to have this huge cock in your cunt this very minute? I could be fucking your pussy with the largest shaft you ever saw! It would feel so good, going up your cunt, pumping you with its pulsating thickness, smashing into your moist hole. Oh, yeah, ahhhhhh! I want to fuck you, slam this mother-fucker right into your tight, hot pussy! Really show you who's the master! Don't you want it, baby? Don't you want my big thing up your cunt?"
I frantically diddled myself, remembering it all as though it were happening that second. I craved him in a way I hadn't another man. His firmness of mind to change me, to have me submit to his marital aspirations, affected me. My resistance was on the wane. Jesus, he got me so fucking hot, ohhhhhh! Ripples of sensation danced through my groin as I played with myself. I writhed and twisted on the bed, barely able to balance the phone under my chin. I arched my back, digging my heels into the mattress. I strained to catch every quivering word he spoke.
"What do you say, baby? You want me, don't you?"
I couldn't answer, choking with desire as my finger moved rapidly over my swollen clit.
"Come on, baby," he persisted, gasping aloud into the receiver while he yanked his dick. "God, I want you home tomorrow. I can't fucking stand it. I want you with me, all the time, no matter what it takes. You can do whatever the fuck you want with
Deb-I want you, babe. You. Jesus, I want to fuck you until I ache, until my balls hurt. I want to fuck you hard and make you cum."
"Do you mean it, baby?" I gasped. "About Deb, that is? Do you mean it?"
"Yeah, sure. Jesus-yes!"
I plunged myself into the heat of the moment. I rubbed my clit fiercely, wanting to climax as savagely as possible. Bill had unleashed my need to be satisfied. There was consolation in the fact he wasn't near to consummate our mutual desire. Listening to his rapid breathing, his whispered propositions drove me wild.
"You're going to make me cum!" I whimpered into the phone. "Ohhhhh, if only I was there to suck your cock! I'd make your dick stiff with my mouth before you tried sticking it into my cunt. I want to give you head, Bill-can't get enough of your cock. Ahhhhh, I'm so goddamn wet, dripping pussy juice all over my thighs! You make me so fucking hot, Bill! Jesus, would I ever love to hump your big dick, pound my snatch down on that throbbing ramrod! I'd ride your cock until you came twice, make it stay in my cunt until you got hard a third time, then really fuck your brains out."
God! All this I spouted, at his promise to abide by my close relationship to Deb!
There was a distinct pause on the other end, then Bill uttered, "For crissake, baby, get your ass home tomorrow! I can't fucking wait! I'm going to crack from the strain!"
I throttled my swollen clit with increased vigor, oiling my love bud with my cunt-fragranted spillings. I trembled as I feverishly greased myself, affected by the upheaval in my loins. Tension gathered in my cunt, causing me to rock violently upon the bed.
"Uuuuhhhhhhh!" I panted, thrashing my dark hair until it was disheveled. "I want your cock in me, where it belongs, fucking my pussy! I want your dick far in my cunt, Bill, and I want it to stay there! I'll never want another cock, only yours! Only yours, Bill! I love your huge, thick cock! Ohhhh, shit, I'm going to cum! Right now!"
"Mmmmm, yeah, together!" Bill growled, muttering unintelligibly into the phone. "Ugghh! Ugghh! Mmmmmm! Ugghhh! Oh fuck! Yeahhhh, oh, fuck, fuck, oh, yeah, oh, yeah,fuckkkkk! It's shooting all over my stomach! Mmmmmmmmm! Arrgghhhhhh!"
My finger remained on my clit while I underwent the debilitating spasms. My cunt felt overheated, frying from the onslaught of wonderful jolts that illuminated my body. "Oh, Bill, you fucker! Give it to me! Ahhhhhh! Yes!"
I laid there, exhaling harshly until my breathing resumed normalcy. Delicately, I closed my legs, discovering a noticeable soreness radiating from my cunt; I would pay the price for that frenzied rubbing.
"Love me?" I asked, fishing for appreciation.
"Oh, babe, that was fantastic," Bill sighed, his voice booming into the receiver. "Now, you're going to keep your end of the bargain. You're coming back tomorrow?"
"Yes," I said, swallowing heavily. Every muscle in my body was smarting. "I'll return sometime in the afternoon."
"Whew. I don't think I could take a phone call like that again. All that panting and dirty talk could bring on the big one."
"God forbid," I laughed, cognizant of Bill's perfect health. "I guess I'd better chill out."
"We're both old," he teased. "We may have a lot of mileage, but there's still plenty of drive left in our tires."
"Speak for yourself, honey."
"I love you, doll. Try to arrive early. Plan on supper-in bed."
"Did you have Surf and Turf in mind?" I wickedly ventured, wondering if he made the connection of pussy and cock.
"Anything you say."
I put the phone down, sighing. God, I loved that man. He could be a big pain in the ass, but he had a good heart.
I squirmed on my back, unable to sleep. Segments of the evening continued to haunt me. Recounting my sexual escapades left me hot and bothered. The taste of cock in my mouth, its throbbing length captured by my lips, and the thrilling moment of eruption lingered in memory. As a result of that mental stimulus, my hand dipped back into my panties and I massaged my mound. Moaning, I delved into the vacant warmth of my pussy and received what gratification I could with my finger. Ohhhhhhhhh. It still ached from my talk with Bill, but it felt so good to remember.
My finger inched deeper into my pussy as that thought became entrenched. I apprehended that I should leave myself alone, that my body was starved for sleep, but my appetite for sex kicked into overdrive. I kept envisioning Bill naked, laying across his back, his cock swollen and ready. The sight of his rugged figure urgently awaiting me, drove my fantasy. The impulse to climb on top and ride him to ecstasy had me shaking. Ohhhhhhhhh. I could feel his hairy flesh brushing my silky thighs, prickling my smooth ass as I arranged my legs and mounted him. His hard dick pulsed beneath my ass cheeks, yearning to slide into me. The intensity of his gaze beckoned for the fun to commence.
"Ohhhhhhhh," I moaned, snapping my hips. The sensations that consumed me were almost too delicious to endure. My thumb was present at my clit, gently rubbing the swollen nub. Moisture seeped from my cunt. Slick sounds came from my probing finger. "Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhhh," I wailed, aching to have Bill where my digit was. I thought about how his tongue would feel, slurping at my abundant moisture. That degree of roughness for which he was famous held great appeal.
Abruptly, I withdrew my finger. I had to be crazy. Kevin licked me in his truck, then fucked me senselessly; when he finally pulled out, I was numb. My desire shouldn't have been in full flame-I'd achieved satisfaction. I shouldn't have been playing with myself. Besides, I was going to see Bill the next day. If his call had been any indication, he was going to have hot pants for me, big time. Why waste all my sexual energies jerking off when I could be shoring up my stamina for an all-nighter? It was stupid. Sleep was more essential. But even before that logic settled, my finger sprang back to the source of my frustration. Ohhhhhhhhhhh.
I didn't want to feel my flesh; I longed for something not attached to me, going into my pussy. Of course, my choices were narrowed to the contents of the room.
I considered the alternatives tucked in Deb's drawers. What could my daughter possibly own that I could masturbate with? Feeling weird about rummaging through her stuff, I pronounced myself insane. What kind of mother was I, for crissake? Forget June Cleaver, Harriet Nelson, or Donna Reed-ahhhhh, fuck it! I was fucking hopeless.
None of the stored items met with my approval until my eyes centered upon the dildo hidden beneath her panties.
I almost had a heart attack.
What the fuck was my daughter doing with a dildo? No way was I going to buy into her picking it up at a garage sale. A quick inspection revealed it probably hadn't been used yet. It still had that factory-fresh, brand-new smell to the rubber. My God-how did she acquire it? Did one of those trampy girlfriends purchase it-such as Sharon? I wouldn't have put it past her. Or did she order it through the mail? Or, worse yet, did she actually walk into a store and slap down good money on the counter and ask for it?
When tomorrow arrived, I planned on having a chat with my little angel; in the meantime, I decided to put the dildo to work. What the hellthat's what it was there for.
A surge of passion possessed me. Grasping the fake balls at the end, I placed the tip near my sopping entrance. Simultaneously, I conjured Bill mounting me with that big, thick cock. My eyes were closed to perpetuate the image. My mouth dropped open as I planted the fuck toy beneath my moist pussy lips. The introduction of an inanimate object forced a protracted sob. I pushed it a little more, stirred by the series of sparks that ran through me.
"Oh, my God!" escaped from the bottom of my throat. "Oh, yes." Although I was still stunned by its discovery, I was pleased that Deb got the good kind. Those cheap dildos made me itch.
It was flesh, connected to Bill, I made myself believe. His hard, pulsating cock, sliding into my pussy, giving me enjoyment. I ached to have more inside me. Its solid texture answered the fever in my pussy. Slowly, I added to what had already been inserted. The dildo met with hot, juicy squish. To me, it was my horny Bill, lowering himself into my cunt.
"Yes, honey, stick it in me, in my pussy," I whispered to the Bill of my invention. "Give it to me, honey, get it in there, ohhhhhhhhhh. Come on, baby, fuck me with it, fuck me good and hard."
I felt my nipples swell as I undulated. Every vessel in my being sizzled. My fantasy was charged by the prodding of the dildo. I removed it from my cunthole, moist with my drippings, and swirled it over my love button. Ohhhhhhh! It provided me an incredible rush. Frantically, I dragged it back and forth, making myself cry out. I was electrified by the hot jerking motion.
"Oh, Bill, oh, baby, yes! Fuck me, yes! Harder! I want it so much," I wailed, fighting to modulate my voice. Flinging my head from side to side, slamming it into the pillow, breathing roughly, were all the result of the dildo and intensification of Bill's thrusts. My thrills were amplified by its frenzied application. I gritted my teeth and came. It was far from intentional. I hoped to lengthen the flurry of sensations, but the assault was more than I could physically tolerate. "Oh, God, ohhhhhhhh!"
My orgasm lasted several heart-pounding moments. I shuddered violently, mentally rotating faces of men I had been with in the past twenty-four hours. Steve, Kevin, Bill-it was a sexual merry-go-round. Their features were committed to memory. I opened my mouth and pretended I was swallowing Bill's cock, then Steve's. Each man supplied me a different sensation, a different flavor. They were all so good.
A light tap at the front door caused me to freeze. At length, a second one sounded. It was no mistake: I had a visitor.
Was Deb returning to fetch something? I saw the dildo, dripping with my juices, tight in my fist. My mouth dropped open, then without wasting time, I threw it under the bed.
"Just a moment," I called out, throwing on a light robe in the event Gabriella was with her. I wasn't going to instill the perception that Deb had been brought up in a barn.
Just as I opened the door, I let out a gasp. Instead of finding my daughter on the other side, I reeled in shock to see Alex, her neighbor from down the hall. I recalled him in his damp T-shirt and running shorts, staring ravenously at me. His handsome face, previously mired with sweat, persisted in blatantly reflecting raw desire.
"Alex," I exhaled heavily, reclaiming my composure, "what are you doing here? It's two o'clock in the morning."
"I heard you just as I got to my door. I figured you were in bad shape."
My cheeks turned red. "I don't understand."
"Come on, Bev. You don't have to be ashamed. You want some company, don't you? Particularly a well-equipped man, hmmmmm?" He surveyed my partial nudity as though it were a healthy preoccupation. My tits, swollen from want, practically fell out of the robe.
I couldn't refute the content of my sexual delirium. "What makes you think I'm not alone?"
He attempted to glance past me. "You've got a man in there?"
I tried shutting the door, but he lodged his foot into position. "What's happening in here is none of your business."
My answer restored his confidence. "Hey, don't be quick to cast me off. I could be of valuable assistance."
"I rather doubt that."
"Still playing hard-to-get, eh? Am I going to have that same problem with your daughter?"
The implication in his statement gave me pause. "Are you planning on offering stud service to Deb?"
"If she wants it," he bragged, "she ought to know where to find it." Recognizing the dawn of trepidation in my eyes, he went on. "I noticed her checking me out. It won't be too difficult to arrange. It might be as simple as knocking on her door at two in the morning. She could be up for it."
My eyes narrowed. "I wouldn't be getting such imagine ideas if I were you."
"Think I can't pull it off?" he taunted. "Think I can't get her interested?"
I scanned his lean body, accounting for the irregular pulse he warranted in me. Frankly, Alex was desirable. It wasn't just his virile blond looks that arrested me. His arms were heavily muscled, and his hands were very large. I felt myself seized by a jump of lust.
My anger quickly subsided, replaced by something more penetrating. I called his bluff. His reason for visiting me didn't involve Deb. He sensed we were on the same erotic frequency and came to substantiate that belief. A hot quiver branched to my every vessel as a result.
"I expect you're capable of a whole lot," I seductively told him. "But a young woman wouldn't suit you. No, what you require is someone more seasoned, who would complement your talents."
He leaned closer to me. My change of attitude aroused him all the more. "You sound like you could teach me a few things I don't know."
"Perhaps," I slurred huskily, "if I was receptive."
"What does it take?" he challenged.
I furnished him a candid look. "At least ten inches."
Without flinching, he muttered, "What are we waiting for?"
I released the door, letting it freely swing open. I silently communicated that his being in my room was vital. My invitation was gladly accepted.
His first order of business was to relieve me of my robe. A flick of his thumbs sent it sliding off my shoulders, rustling down my back. His eyes took in the lush curves of my body. I felt my pussy tighten with anticipation. I was not my traditional self. Submitting to a man wasn't my style; I required extended foreplay. That somehow was accomplished through our stirring dialogue. My hostility was abruptly subdued. The commanding gaze leveled at me by this egotistical young man expedited my surrender.
"You heard me play with myself," I whispered, feeling his hot breath on me.
He made no comment.
"Did it give you a hard-on?"
He placed his hands on my tits. "It made me crazy." His enormous thumbs stroked my nipples. "I believe you are still frustrated."
"Yes," I murmured, enjoying the way he fondled me. "I've been like this since I arrived."
"And you want some relief from a real man?"
I swallowed heavily. "Yes."
His face was an inch from mine. He let out his tongue just as I opened my lips. I caught it and drew it inside my mouth. My darting tip awaited him, dancing about with passion. We came together in a heated kiss, our bodies vibrating with want. I felt myself overcome with weakness. My knees buckled, but he kept me from falling. He cupped my ass, filling one hand with nearly both cheeks. If his hands were indicative of other appendages, I shivered at the thought of how enormous his cock was.
"You should have come knocking at my door," he muttered. "I would have been pleased to be of service. There was no need to attend to matters alone."
"It was late. I didn't think anyone was around." His touch set me on fire. His manipulation facilitated my surrender. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. I see you're an expert in caressing a woman."
"There's no expertise involved; I operate purely by instinct."
God, I was so hot for it, contemplating my first grope of his crotch. I had a feeling he was going to be enormous. If he figured I would faint when he whipped it out, however, he was in for a big surprise. Alex was unaware of his competition hours earlier.
"Let's get these clothes off you," I said huskily, tugging at his shirt. "I want to see what I'm getting."
"Do it for me, Bev. I want to feel your impatience."
This guy had a tremendous ego. I hoped he had the equipment to back it. I peered up into his sexy blue eyes as each of the buttons were undone. The look he vented was so intense, so serious, that my pussy throbbed. Hunger fueled my action-an appetite to have this young man in a most satisfying fashion. I wanted him to fuck me good and hard.
I intended to enjoy every stage of undressing him. The shirt slipped from his shoulders, revealing a massive chest with a forest of hair. My fingers combed the ringlets. I delighted in familiarizing myself with a man's body. I circled his nipples, scratching them lightly with my nails. They were hard pebbles, embedded in wrinkled softness. His Adam's apple rippled as I caressed them. I repeated the action, immersing my nails into his flesh. I took care in not hurting him, yet wanted him to recognize the depth of my desire.
Alex was detached from the sting. He didn't even flinch. Instead, his breathing deepened. The gentle rise and fall of his torso sent me careening.
My roving fingertips trailed down his flatboard stomach. Electric shocks were dispensed by my touch. Alex reveled in my butterfly caress. My style teased and provoked. His cock, reacting from feminine groping, began filling out the front of his jeans. I caught sight of his enlarging dick. The outline of his huge member nearly split his zipper.
"Oh God," I whispered hoarsely, taken by its measurement. I had guessed he was hung, but to witness the growth of something so giant gave me the shivers. "Oh, Alex, you're outstanding."
He was pleased. "Take it out, Bev. Take it out and get a good look at it. Drool over what I'm going to fuck you with."
I would have done so, regardless of his command. I was highly aroused by the warm, bulging shape. A hunger seized me, along with the knowledge that I would have something hard for my mouth.
His pants were unsnapped with urgency. I pulled the zipper over his swollen shaft, enthused by the difficulty of getting past the wide ridge. Rather than maneuvering his erect cock through the opening, I yanked down his jeans.
Alex fought back a groan as he felt my silken breath on his naked skin. A sharp exhalation came when my face was level with his cock. It extended from him like a bridge, long and solid.
I stared at his thing in awe while ridding him of his pants. I had never seen such a well-developed cock. Alex was far more substantial than most men I'd known.
He drew me to him. His arms were like steel bands enclosing my sweet nudity. My nipples dug into his flesh.
I was very excited and carried a scent labeled "hot woman." I looked forward to the next several hours of nonstop sex. I decided we were going to fuck until dawn-or, at least, until the next interruption. I could see Alex had a powerful appetite for cunt. He would definitely receive his share, and then some.
We climbed in bed, anxious to stimulate each other. I trembled, overwhelmed with lust. I was confused where to start.
Contrarily, Alex had his own blueprint. He cranked open my long, slender legs with his hand and pared back my flowery cunt lips. For an older woman, I had the most pliable snatch he'd probably encountered. My trench shimmered in moist glory.
"Nice," he murmured. "Very nice."
"You don't want to fuck Deb; you want to fuck me."
He nodded, flicking a nipple. "Ohhhhhhh, oh, God."
"Oh, yes," he grunted, "you're hot." This knowledge made his cock hard and his balls taut with desire. He stroked my heaving breasts and pinched my nipples into little nubs of erect flesh.
I groaned and writhed beside him. "Alex, oh, Alex," I whispered ecstatically. "Ohhhhhhhhhh."
He ran his hands down my body and between my luscious, quivering thighs. My pussy was sopping wet. He had no doubt that I desperately wanted him, that I would willingly give all of myself to him without reservation.
"Fuck me," I whimpered, my voice rasping. "Show me how you please a woman."
"I plan to make you a true believer, baby," he said, barely able to conceal his excitement. His dick seemed like it was going to explode. The fact he was so hugely aroused by my nudity instigated a longing that couldn't be quenched by anything less than fucking. His cock, palpitating strongly, was ready to give me the satisfaction I craved.
My body moved against his with unwavering sensuality. His hands enclosed my flesh, his experienced fingers touching my most sensitive areas and letting my spasms of desire surge through my every responsive part. From my tits to my snatch, I was highly charged with erotic impulses. Even my toes curled as he traveled along my electrified flesh.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," I panted, tingling with passion. I couldn't believe he generated this much enthusiasm or anticipation from his swerving touch. My cells hummed at his fingertips, hungry for the sensations they were fed.
"Take my cock," he ordered. His hand cupped my head and pressed down. Gravity was conveyed in his voice.
I was unsure of how far I should go. Granting him my pussy might not be prudent. A remote section of my brain cried for me to remain faithful to Bill. Perhaps if I gave him a blow job, I would exhaust his need and send him back to his apartment without further comment.
"Come on, Bev," he repeated, hoarse with lust.
"I want you."
The physical encouragement was unnecessary. I eagerly obeyed with luscious lips and flicking tongue. That hard thing growing between his legs entranced me. I could no sooner take my eyes from it than prevent my mouth from absorbing it.
I slid down the length of his body, working my way toward his throbbing cock. My tongue danced over his firm, developed flesh, tasting hair. He was so fiercely masculine, so unforgettably exciting that I felt as though all that had happened previously was elementary; my night with Alex would stand as the most memorable event in my existence.
I licked his skin, molding my lips to glean his flavor. Mmmmmmmmm. He tasted exactly as a man ought to taste. A ravenous need stemmed from this sample of him. I longed to get my mouth around his dick and suck him hard-suck him until he spurted hot cum down my throat.
Alex clenched his fists as he felt my breath on his balls and cock. I was anxious to eat him. He detected my urge, and persuaded me to blow him with a thrust toward my face. Waiting for my sweet lips to fasten about his dick had to be agony.
Finally, a slurp was applied. I dabbed him with hot saliva, my darting tip toying with the domed head. The contact I made sent his senses whirring, given the lazy closing of his eyes.
"Christ," he gasped. His head sank into the pillow and his shoulders sagged into the bed. When had he last had such a limber tongue moistening his cock? He seemed to be fighting the reflex to grab my head and shove the entire thing down my throat. He wanted me to make all of it wet, get all of it sucked.
My tongue danced around his cock. I enjoyed him in this fashion, for it afforded me a chance to prepare for swallowing him whole. I had to work toward that goal. Alex was enormous; it would take considerable concentration and effort to ease him down my throat. I was stimulated by the idea. Sucking his dick was something I had to do-a compulsion precipitated by an inner voice. I didn't feel obligated to forge ahead-I just wanted to.
My mouth opened just as he pushed his bloated cockhead toward it. I covered it with my silken lips, swirling my tongue around and around the sensitive rim.
"Christ," Alex gasped, enjoying the application of moisture. "Oh, baby, let's have more of that. More, yeah, uhhhhhhhh. Suck on it. Try to keep it stiff. Work on it. Yeah. Ahhhhhhhh. Circle me with that wriggling tip. Give it more spit. I want to soak in your drool. Your saliva burns against the skin of my cock. Oh, Bev, you're incredible. Yeah."
I panted as he pushed with his hips, introducing a larger part of his dick to my sucking lips. I absorbed it, fanning my fingertips over the taut skin of his balls. "Mmmmmmmmm," I purred. This was one of those moments nature had equipped me for. My tongue was put to greater use, flicking the heavy vein back and forth until Alex's tremors filled my mouth. I clamped him hard, wanting to experience his unfolding thrill. "Mmmmmmmm, ohhhhhhhh."
Slowly, I worked my lips down his shaft. Its palpitations made me hornier by the second. I'd never had one this size in my mouth. Bill, Kevin, and Steve were large, but with Alex, there was no contest. It wasn't just length. Alex was wide. I quivered as I blew him.
My inner muscles relaxed and he slid into my throat. Ohhhhhhh. How was I going to breathe around this thing? It took every ounce of skill to proceed, but I managed to swallow his cock. Ahhhhhhhh. I sucked on it severely, enjoying him this way.
"Yeah," Alex groaned, dropping his head to the pillow while pressing his groin to my face. "Yeah, eat it, suck it, yeah, make it fit in that warm mouth."
When I had sufficiently pumped him with my luscious lips, I eased the pressure and began to ascend. Now it became a simple task to rub my mouth where I wished, gorging myself with cock, then withdrawing. Alex's intense reaction to my abilities spurred me toward greater risks. I couldn't seem to get enough of his manly vibrations, his guttural sounds, nor his large hands steering my head. All of it provided my invigoration.
"Mmmmmmmmm," I sighed, mouthing his cock. "Ohhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhh." My lips snared his hard dick, rippling over its throbbing surface. There was so much to eat.
Alex was ready to convulse, but saw no reason to discharge himself in my mouth when my cunt was available. He pulled my mouth off his dick, watching as the saliva oozed down his pulsating flesh and my eyes flashed. He wanted to see my face as he fucked me-he made no effort to conceal that. Apparently he wanted to hear me moan as his cock plunged into me again and again, going farther into my pussy than any man previously had.
I knew what he wanted-it was obvious from his inflamed expression. I wasn't sure I was willing to give it, but on the other hand, neither was I in the condition to deny him. My own body twitched with need. "Oh, Alex."
He climbed over me, indicating I lay on my back. My legs spread for him, anxious to lock about his hips. His cock stood rigidly straight, aimed at my sopping cunt lips. Alex knelt in front of me, his knees buried in the mattress. The rise and fall of his massive chest told my how aroused he was.
I couldn't suppress the itch to massage my clit. The mounting excitement commanded it. "Ohhhhhhh," I sobbed, scorched by that single touch. My love button was red-hot and eager to connect with his dick. "Alex, please, please don't wait. I want it-now."
He cupped my ass and lifted me to him. His cockhead parted my juicy pussy lips. The effect of my tingling moisture was instant. It was impossible for him to contain his fierce arousal. His body ached to plunge roughly into me, for our flesh to merge. He pulled me to him, sinking his cock into my hot, cushiony snatch. He scooped my little tush with his hands and brought it to his erect cock. In and out, he fucked my sweet little pussy. "Yeah.. . "
I bit my lip. "Oh, God," I shuddered, feeling him enter my cunt. The strain of him separating my walls, penetrating my pussy could not be anticipated. I dug my nails into his arms, but Alex was oblivious. More of him pushed into my cunthole, more of that monstrous thing attached to his body. My head tilted back as I fought to compose myself. I moaned, taking him into my pussy, submitting to that huge cock.
"Can you feel how excited I am, Bev?" Alex muttered above the harsh breathing. "Yeah, you can feel how stiff I am, that's you making it like that. You turned me on. You got my dick that hard, the size that it is. Now I'm going to fuck you with it. Yeah. I'm going to stroke your sweet pussy until you cum."
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" All the air was compressed from my diaphragm as he brought it deeper into my cunt. He met the section at the bottom where no man had earlier ventured. Neither Kevin, nor Steve had. He paused, awaiting my signal. He wanted me amply prepared for the rest of him to sink into position. I twisted animately beneath him, fighting to catch my breath, then murmured, "Now, Alex.. . now!"
He shoved himself into me full, burying all he had into my pussy. Our groins smacked together in a heated rush. We were deliciously joined and reveled in that knowledge.
My lips briefly curved. It felt so good having a well-endowed man in my pussy. "Fuck me with it," I panted, rocking under him. "Fuck me, Alex. Nobody has gone so deep before. Oh, Jesus. I waited so long to experience this. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Come on, give it to me. Don't hold back. You can't possibly hurt me, I'm much too excited. Yes. More. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
Alex could barely curb his behavior. He wanted it, too. He pumped my snatch with his throbbing dick, grabbing my sweet buns and crushing me to him before easing it back. I was light as a feather in his hands, yielding to his strength. I looked totally committed to giving him pleasure. I was tempted to effect a quick, satisfying pace and cause him to explode, just for the sake of gratification. Yet, something inside demanded I let him enjoy this adventure with equal relish. I savored his cock running back and forth inside my cunt lips, grinding against my swollen clit. My squeals of joy propelled him. I yearned for them to increase in pitch and frequency.
"Fuck me, fuck me," I sobbed, pounding with excitement. All the frustrations I previously experienced were exorcised from my body as Alex fed me that enormous cock. I tried to watch it sink into my cunt, but was so consumed by the passion it afforded that I merely closed my eyes and surrendered to the flurry of sensations. "Ohhhhhh, I love it, it's better than I expected. Oh, Alex. You're making me sweat. Oh my God. Ohhhhhhhh. It feels so good."
"You like the way that feels, baby?" he muttered, fucking my slick, warm snatch.
"Yes, oh, yes. Give it to me. Fuck me with your stiff cock. Ohhhhhhhh. I don't want it to stop, not even for a second."
I accelerated the speed of my hips, fighting to get every bit of him in me. His dick sliced through my juicy cunthole to complete that sweet connection. His pupils rolled up in their sockets and his mouth dropped open as he made shivering contact with my hot squish. I pushed and pulled harder, backing myself up, then charging at him with all I had. He groaned at all that energy fighting against him, grabbing at his dick, greasing his every manly inch. I could not rid myself of the rush his plunging into my sweaty flesh afforded.
I fought to open my eyes and look at Alex. He stimulated a fantasy I didn't want to end. A lock of his blond hair became plastered to his forehead. His handsome face was covered with a sweaty film. I totally submitted to him, giving him all I had. My cunt was like mush, smacking against his groin. Fever claimed my body. Listening to my pussy gobble up his cock, the sounds reverberating throughout the room, made me all the more horny. This wonderfully strange commotion that took place inside me was boggling. I gasped aloud as Alex crammed all he could into my gaping snatch. He was lifting me, fitting that enormous shaft between my legs, nearly causing my eyes to cross in the attempt to get every last inch embedded. Ohhhhhhhhhh.
I sank my nails into the pillow beneath my head. My mouth dropped open and I emitted a low-pitched cry.
Alex tried not to watch. He didn't want that depiction of ecstasy to affect him. He wanted to fuck me for a while, get his dick good and wet before he popped. Seeing me enjoy his thing had to be a big turn-on. He clutched my ass cheeks and dragged my cunt lips over his throbbing dick. Ahhhhhhh. He packed it in, glowing from the tight fit. My pussy was snug, flowing with moisture, giving him what he needed to get off big time. He rammed in again and again.
"This is heaven," he groaned, "fucking heaven!"
He slammed his member into my sweet crevice to emphasize his remark.
"Ohhhhhhhh," I moaned, exhilarated by his need. His hardness was splitting me apart, forcing me to respond. There was no faking it. Feeling that cock, having it fuck me, allowed no false admissions. Joy swam through my bodyerotic bliss, even. I twisted myself to his impaling member, grinding my snatch to the thick base. I craved whole penetration. I couldn't get enough of this dizzying high. "Oh, God, Alex, it's so big, so much to handle. Ohhhhhhhhhh."
"Fuck it," he groaned. "Fuck it, baby. Let it fuck you, drown in your pussy and all its juices." Alex swallowed roughly, plunging himself entirely into that succulent clench. "Jesus, I'm about to shoot. Are you ready for me, baby? Are you close?"
"Yes, oh, yes, I'm going to cum."
"Let's do it at the same time. Let me feel you cum around my dick. Squeeze it with all you've got. Yeah, baby, fuck that big dick. Cum with it thrusting inside you. Yeah."
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" I groaned as the spasms hit me. The agitation began in the pit of my groin and blossomed. My convulsion gained strength and momentum. Soon, my entire body vibrated with lasting pleasure. "Oh, Alex! I'm cumming, I'm cumming."
Alex waited, prolonging the last moments before eruption to enjoy my orgasm. My cunt lips locked him in a heavenly grip, followed by violent tremors that rocked his foundation. He could feel the strength of my climax, building, sapping my energy, then declining in intensity. He waited until he thought he was going to die, then exploded. Hot cum jetted into my pussy, gushing madly from the bottom of his balls, collecting in my deliciously compact cunt. The flow was heavy, enduring. "Ugghhhhh, uuugghhhhhh, ugghhhhhh!"
"Oh, God!" I panted. Alex was cumming in my pussy-I could actually feel it. The warm, jittery feeling that preceded it metamorphosed into happiness. I experienced the heavy squirts into my pussy with relish. "Oh, Alex, ohhhhhhhh."
Several moments later, Alex was struggling to breathe. He gradually lowered me to the bed, disconnecting his cock from my jism-flooded snatch. It looked as though he was far from finished. I concluded, from his ravenous expression, that much more fucking was ahead of us. He allowed me to recover from this first taste of sex with him before he'd sink his cock back into me.
"Alex," I purred, stroking his stomach, his arms as I settled against the sheets. "That was so good. I never thought someone so young could provide me that amount of pleasure."
"I'm not inexperienced."
"That was just proven." I started shaking with want all over again. Ohhhhhhhh. "I want to do it again, Alex. Fuck me more."
"We will," he said, burgeoning to the requisite size. A simple caress seemed the bare minimum to prompt him. "We'll do it all you want."
"Good." My lips curved. I raised my ass cheeks high before I felt the powerful thrust of that stiff cock from behind. "Ohhhhhhhh, oh Jesus!" I moaned. My erect nipples were dragged across the sheets while I sunk my knees into the mattress for support. Solid cock was crammed deep in my pussy. A flood of warmth drenched me as the hard dick pumped my insides. I raked my nails into the bedding, writhing in this submissive position. "Yeah, baby, give it to me, give it to me! Uhhh!"
Alex, fucking me from the rear, was immersed in his own gratification. He fed his swollen cock between my legs, into the sluiced opening. Assuming a comfortable posture, he slammed into my hot cunt. His massive hands were fastened to my slender waist in an attempt to steady my quivering haunches.
"Ohhhhhh!" I gasped, scrambling for a pillow to calm my shaking. "I want all of it, ohhhhh, pumping my insides. All that stiff cock, fucking my cunthole-" It was ecstasy.
Alex lunged into my dank passage, his spine perfectly erect, his buttocks riveting powerfully between my legs. My juicy snatch grabbed at his shaft, moistening him with my hot oils. "Oh yeah, Bev, that feels great. Yeah, nice, tight cunt, bringing me back to life. Ahhhhhhhhh. Take my dick up your pussy."
I exerted every muscle to meet his penetrative strokes, bucking and thrashing with abandoned flight. My butt swung toward him, welcoming the solid cock that reached deep in my slippery hole. His balls whacked my ass and his pubic hair prickled my flesh as he rode me to heaven. I swayed in splendor. My conscious plea was for Alex not to stop, but I did not make this command verbal. Alex could read my thoughts.
I took the pillow I smothered my screams into and brought it under my tits. I derived instant gratification from the cool material against my inflated nipples.
Alex released my hips. Clasping my shoulders, he elevated me until my back curved along the muscular definition of his chest and stomach. His hard cock stayed embedded in my pussy, never once becoming dislodged. He sent it far into my sizzling cunthole, grunting.
I reached between my legs and felt the thick stem and heavy balls. I whimpered heatedly. He filled my so completely, digging into me with bone-hard dick.
Alex eased back on his haunches, permitting me to let up on my feverish pelting and sit on his cock. His thing delved yet further into my dampened warmth. He was so deeply situated in my cunt that my inner walls strained to accommodate him.
He craned his chin, settling it on my shoulder, then enveloped my tits with his large hands. He dragged my soft, luscious body to him. My nipples, twin protuberances throbbing hotly between his thumb and forefinger, surged with vitality.
"Hump me, baby," he gasped. "Move that pussy, keep my dick wet."
My buns rose and fell with lingering sensation. I moaned as I fought to gain momentum. Alex's shaft went slowly-bunching up, then yawning into my greasy slit. I relished the size of his hard cock. Sweat trickled from my brow. My fingers searched the wide base of his dick, encountering my slick juices. I watched the hefty column emerge from my sappy cunt lips, then sink back in with grinding force. I grit my teeth, shaking. God, it felt incredible! I petted his balls, applying a feathery caress. My ass cheeks lifted and dropped onto his submerged cock, burying him to the hilt in my warm snatch.
Alex was stirred by my arousal, engaging my pussy with battering force. He shoved himself into me with hot urgency, quivering as he felt my sluiced cunt lips glide over his pulsating cock. My snatch squeezed him, urging him to squirt.
"Come on, fuck me," he said hoarsely. "Fuck my meat, hump my cock! Hump it! Ahhhh, oh, baby, I'm gonna cum so hard, gonna fill your pussy with hot cream."
A fiery charge seized me, consuming me with a burning fever. Weakly, I felt the tentacles of orgasm enclose me and exact its delicious toll.
Our bodies were afflicted with the same wrenching spasms. Alex emptied his load in my cunt until his balls ached from depletion. Enduring the harsh tremors, he continued to spew until he was drained. I shivered from my inflamed convulsion until I was aware of Alex's jism spilling from my pussy lips and dripping down the insides of my thighs. I wallowed in the dizzying sensation long after both of us collapsed onto the bed.
CHAPTER SIX
The next morning, while I was fixing myself some coffee and contemplating last minute details, a soft thud sounded on the door. I prayed it wasn't Alex, looking for a quickie. When he left me, I gathered that I had totally drained him.
No, I silently concluded, that had to be my little angel returning from her night at Gabriella's. Deb and I had much to discuss; our first transaction would be to determine where the dildo came from. I refused to believe it materialized out of thin air.
"Coming," I chimed, when the rapping continued. I snatched my robe from the floor and threw it on in the event it wasn't Deb. This place certainly had a revolving door of guests.
Steve's presumptuous look met my inculpable gaze the second I opened the door a crack. "Morning, Bev," he declared, his arrogance fully intact, "glad to see me?"
Without missing a beat, I sassed back, "A little surprised. When I left you, I assumed you would be out of it for a while."
"No such luck." He lowered his voice and whispered, "I've got your breakfast right here, in my pants." As punctuation to that remark, he thumbed the start of an erection through the material. "We're talking a double order of bacon."
"I'll take a pass, cowboy."
I began to shut the door, but he wedged his foot in its path. "You left me in a bad way last night, Bev. We were just beginning to smoke when you split."
"Look," I said, in a no-nonsense tone, "I've got plenty of things to do before I haul my ass back to Chicago; taking care of your sexual urges isn't among them."
His eyes raked over the cleft of my tits, delectably featured by my carefully arranged hands. My boobs were labeled a visual feast. He underwent mental torture, reflecting naked desire. "Come on, Bev. You're so fucking hot. No woman has ever gotten me to explode the way you did last night in that closet. Jesus. It was the best blow job I ever had."
"Then why tamper with perfection?" I said, omitting emotion from my voice. "You have that to ruminate."
He saw he was engaged in a deadlock. I made it clear that what occurred was a one-time session, with no repeats. "Maybe Deb can finish what you started, Bev. Tell her Steve is here to give her a cunt full, or mouthful-its her option."
"I believe we had this discussion," I growled.
"Come on, Bev, did you think you would stop me? Nothing scares me off. The second you leave, I'm going to fuck your daughter's brains out. And want to know what? She's going to beg me to do it. I'll see to that."
"If you mean it as a threat, Steve, you're going to regret those words."
"No," he exhaled in a seductive fashion, "you 're the one who will be sorry.. .for passing up on the best fuck you could ever have."
His low, male register rocked my foundation. My scorn quickly decayed. My rehearsed comments were scratched at this newly written script. Steve overrode my decision with his stern expression.
"You would do that, to spite me?" I murmured. His cool grin was in place. "Whatever it takes, baby."
This changed everything. I couldn't leave Deb in hands of this egomaniacal stud. I was a fast study of character, and his bothered me. I could see potential disaster. Steve could conceivably control Deb.
"Well," I sighed, swinging back the door and inviting him in, "now that I have a better understanding of the situation, there's no need for bickering."
He nodded. "That's more like it."
Shelving our quarrel, I switched into a more willing frame. Steve's rugged profile wasn't difficult to take; as a matter-of-fact, he riled my hormones. I couldn't have negotiated for sweeter terms. "What were you serving for breakfast?"
"It's right here," he said, taking my hand and pressing it between his legs. His cock protruded, its massive shape making my mouth water. He held me fast to that spot, letting the heat permeate. "Is that enough to satisfy your appetite?"
"Mmmmmmmmm. I'll say."
"Let's go in the bedroom and make it happen. I'll give it to you any way you want, baby. Come on."
"We'll have to be quick. Deb might be back soon."
"It'll last as long as required." He raw stare pierced me. "You can't hurry perfection."
My knees were unsteady as I absorbed the heat of his passion. When I didn't respond, his groin jammed into my crotch. I could feel his rigid cock as he rubbed against me. That hard dick made me shiver. I thought of how pleasurable it was. I tried slipping away from him and prolonging my teasing, but Steve had me plastered to the door with his full weight. I could not escape that grinding, hardness which pierced my resolve.
"Oh God, Steve," I protested faintly. My defense system was on the brink of collapse. "Wait."
"Why?" he muttered, continuing. "You're heated up. You want to do something about it. Why waste time?" He dug it into me. "Don't you want another taste of heaven, Bev? I want to make you moan with this, make you cum."
I felt the heat climb in my body. That solid, bulging cock pushing at me undermined my inner forces. My pussy was getting incredibly damp from the heavy friction. I applied pressure to his large shoulders in a final plea, but he captured both my wrists and bore into me.
Helplessly, I moaned. My flesh tingled from his masculine determination. My nipples, smashed against his beefy chest, pointed through my blouse.
"You want it, don't you?" he said in a husky tone.
I gasped, clenching my teeth. A small part of me still fought him. "Deb might show up. We can't chance her discovering us. I don't want my daughter to see me fucking you."
"Afraid she might learn something?" He massaged me with his cock, daring me to deny the desire that raged through my body. "She's probably more advanced than you think." He pressed that throbbing monster into my sensitive mound, forcing me to respond. "Have you thought about what you're doing to me and my pal here? It'll feel good in your cunt. Christ, you make my dick so fucking hard."
It was hard. It practically crushed into me. Even though it was still in his pants, I felt its heavy throb. His hips shifted with urgency. He made certain I felt every inch of his cock. His dark pupils were trained on my face, absorbing my torment with apparent satisfaction. He silenced the struggle of my wrists with a firm pump.
Despite my decision not to submit so quickly, I faltered. He exerted a will I couldn't resist. I could no longer ignore the demands of my aroused flesh. My body rebelled hotly, shivering. My pussy tightened with anticipation. Steve was going to make me fuck. And at this stage, I wanted that, too.
"Okay," I whimpered. "Let's get in bed."
"You said it." He let go of my wrists.
We went to the bedroom. I no sooner shut the door when I caught him reaching for his belt.
I stopped him. "Let me." I loosened it for him, then undid the catch in his pants.
He grinned. "Can't wait, huh?"
I could barely speak, desire welling up in my throat. I fumbled with his fly, observant of the heavy bulge in his cotton briefs. As I slid the elastic waistband down his hips, I saw his thick cock pulsating. I swallowed hard, unable to conceal my appetite for it.
"It's all for you," he said, visibly pleased with my enthusiasm.
He was still close to me, affording me little room. I sincerely believed he thrived on new ways to torment. I felt his hurried breath as he waited for me to continue.
I deposited my robe at the foot of the bed. The thought of having that hard cock in my pussy propelled my damp panties over my hips. I sighed as they whispered down my soft thighs. Once they dropped to my feet, I kicked them to the side. My furred mound was deeply scented with juice. The air stirred with a rich cunt aroma. My cunt lips were engorged, moist. I smelled like "hot woman." With my nipples jutting through my blouse, I looked as though I definitely needed to be fucked.
His clothes fell off in rapid succession. We wanted no barriers of resistance. Nothing remained on our starved bodies.
I laid across the bed. I opened my legs, willing Steve to come closer. My cunt was positioned for him.
I gathered from Steve's expression he wanted to take it from there. He reached for this cock and brought the bulbous head to my juicy pussy. I moaned as he put part of it in. A stimulated rush filled me. My snatch began to expand as he pushed, opening wide to snare that thick cock.
Steve, who had been watching the action between our legs, turned his gaze to me. He enjoyed seeing the tension in my face as he entered me, the visible hunger. "I knew it would be great. After being in your mouth, your pussy had to be even better." Embracing me tightly in his powerful arms, he sank the rest of his dick into my snatch. I tilted my head backward and emitted a loud groan. His cock was buried in my pussy, snug. I fought to squeeze him with my muscles, wanting him to feel my excitement. I made his cock wet with my squishy flesh, clinging to its meaty bulk. "Oh, yes. You're incredible. So warm and tight. Oh, yeah. Oh, Bev."
"Oh, God, that feels so good." I couldn't help myself from joining in as he eased himself through my lubricated pussy lips. Jolts of pleasure raced to every cell. My clit fluttered with sweet enjoyment. "Yes, mmmmmm, yes!"
My skin tickled from the bristly hairs of his groin and stomach. I caressed his hair-roughened wrists, savoring his hard, masculine texture. When our bodies were connected, I abandoned all thought of Deb's interruption.
The full length of his cock sliced in and out of my starved pussy, causing me to feverishly moan. My ass cheeks banged into the mattress as he slammed into me. I readily absorbed the impact of his cock, totally aroused.
"Fuck me," I told him, knocking pillows off my bed and I heatedly shifted to its edge. "Fuck me, baby. Give it to me. Give me that big cock. Push it up my hot pussy."
"It's going right where you want it," he muttered, shoving it deep into my cunthole. "All the way up that tight snatch."
"Harder. Fuck me as hard as you can."
"You really love it, don't you?" Sweat was pouring down his face as he grinned. "Okay, baby, try handling this."
He thrust powerfully. My senses were reeling as his strokes grew more fierce. Roughly he pumped me, making sure my urge was gratified.
"Oh!" I whimpered, feeling his hard thing split me open. "Ohhhhhhh!"
"This is the one you've needed," he muttered, feeding cock into my hot squish. His features tensed as our passion deepened. His steel-like fingers squeezed my arms as though to enlist my immediate attention. Those pupils were trained on me, searching mine for confirmation of what he felt. "Do you agree? Don't you just love it?"
"God, yes."
"You like fucking me, Bev. You like having it sink in your juicy snatch."
"Yes, Steve, I like when you fuck me."
"I'm gonna make you cum so good, Bev. You're going to beg me to stop, you're gonna cum so much."
"Do it, Steve, make me cum-make me cum a lot."
"Will you give me your pussy whenever I want? Will you be my little slave."
"How?"
"You'll drive down to see me. We could fuck at my place. Nobody has to know. Ahhhhhhhhh. Not Sharon, not Deb. It'll be just you, me, and my big dick."
"Yes," I gasped, responding to his pleasure-giving strokes. "Yes."
We rocked feverishly in bed, our bodies bathed in sweat. His cock plunged into my soaked crevice with tireless energy, creating wet, slapping sounds. It's hard width pulled and pushed at my juicy cunt lips. And my clit-it crackled with electricity.
"Uhhhh," Steve grunted, fastening himself to my ass and pulling me tightly to his groin. His strokes increased with urgency. "You make my dick so fucking wet, you're really hot in the morning. Even more so than last night. Did you dream about it, Bev? Did you dream about having it in your mouth again, sucking me hard and swallowing my cum?" He closed his eyes, overcome with excitement. "Come on, fuck my meat, fuck that huge cock."
"Don't stop," I sobbed, clawing at his brawny shoulders. He drove his orgasm-seeking cock into me with delicious force. I wanted to stay connected to him. Just thinking about his cock fucking me made my clit tingle. I willed my inner muscles to seize his shaft with all my might, moaning as I did so.
"Yeah," Steve gasped, "show me how much you want it."
"I want it bad," I told him, giving him another sample of my cunt-gripping talents.
"Jesus, are you tight-uhhhhhh. So warm and snug inside your snatch. Oh, baby, it's going right up your sweet little pussy. All the cock you can handle. You've got the works. Feel those balls smashed against your pussy? They're packed with hot cum, ready to pump into your receptive little hole. I'm gonna leave you with a sweet reminder of how good it was."
I shut my eyes, swooning. The heat was building in my pussy. My clit screamed for mercy as Steve drove into me. All this excitement was taking its toll. I was overwhelmed with ecstasy, filled with cock.
I no longer considered him an arrogant young man, demanding sex; I saw him as a highly skilled lover, capable of bringing me to orgasm. The two impressions of him blurred into one. It was tough to dislike anybody who gave this much pleasure.
Steve's fingers dug into my ass, forcing me closer to that hard, grinding dick. His quickening breath blew in my face. I panted, subdued by the amount of stimulation I received. Our groins were in a heated lock, with Steve's stiff cock bulging against my shattered clit. "Oh, Steve, I'm going to cum, you're going to make me cum."
"Cum with my dick in you," he muttered, smashing my tits to his chest. "I want to feel your body shake."
Smothered in his embrace, having my snatch steadily fed with cock was more than I could handle. The contractions took me for a rough ride. I shivered violently, surprised by their strength. My heart was pounding, the blood rushing to my face. "Ohhhh! Oh, God, yes! Mmmmmmmm, ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!"
Steve stifled my vibrations as best he could while keeping his cock in action. His arms were like steel bands, looped about my spasming body. "Oh, yeah, cum. Cum hard, let yourself go, show me how excited my cock gets you.. .cream for me, baby, cream on my rigid thing."
My pussy blistered with delight. My erect, bulging nipples throbbed against Steve's chest. When I thought my climax had finally ended, another occurred of equal intensity. My first orgasm had been so powerful, it had triggered a second.
"Ohhhhhh." I shivered hotly against Steve. "Ohhhhh!"
"Bitch," he said in a proud voice. "You wanted it more than you knew. Holding out on me, eh? I figured you out. You can't help but cum hard. All right, squeeze me with that horny pussy, grab my cock with it."
I was unsure whether it was his equipment or my smoldering desires, but I came harder than I could remember. When the force of my physical need left me, I was unthinkably woozy. I didn't think I could stand on my own. I was breathing harshly, attempting to reclaim my senses.
"Uggghhhhhhhh," he howled, without warning me. I felt those thick, warm squirts in my pussy. Within seconds, he left a hot collection in my cunt. "Uggghhhhhhhhh."
Slowly, Steve took his cock out of me. My pussy lips ached from having been opened so wide, yet I moaned from the void his hard shaft left. Jism poured right out of my cunthole, oozing down my thigh.
"That was so good," I murmured. I flipped onto my stomach, breathing rapidly. I needed to recuperate from that session. I hadn't counted on two orgasms transpiring so closely together.
Steve complicated matters by skimming my silken contours, swirling the peaks and valleys of my naked flesh. His touch pierced my senses. He stroked the tight stretch of skin along the backs of my thighs, curling at my calves, then returning to my luscious butt. A jubilant crest rippled through my tightened groin. I fought not to squirm, not to respond to the delicious pressure he exerted.
He waited, dwelling deliberately at the base of my spine. The bed shifted as it accommodated his weight. In the next second, I felt a tingling splash of saliva as he darted his tongue into my anus.
My mouth dropped open. "Steve, give me a chance to recover."
"This ought to restore your energy, Bev," was his impish response. He lapped the span of flesh from the lower rim of my cunt lips to my butt hole. "Don't tell me you don't want more after I just got you off."
"What is it with you college guys?" I complained. "You need it two, three times in a row before you call it a day? Jesus!"
"It's you, Bev. You excite us. We can't even think about putting it away. We want to keep fucking you."
Although that line qualified as total bullshit, I bought it. The guy stroked my ego. "I can't believe you want me so much. I'm old enough to be your mother."
"You're ageless, Bev. Who gives a fuck? You know how to satisfy younger guys like me without even trying."
"Believe me, honey. I try."
"Mmmmmmmm," he resumed his flickering dabs.
His slick movements titillated my asshole. I flinched, then despite my demand that he stop, I found myself responding.
"What about Deb?" I clenched my teeth, searching for a way to propel his exit. "She might return and find you here . . . "
"Big fucking deal."
"Aren't you afraid she'll tell Sharon."
"The hell with her, too."
I sighed. "You've got balls, honey."
Steve climbed on top of my back, covering me with his man's body. His heavy chest hair and wiry pubic thatch scratched my naked flesh. He enclosed me with his heavily muscled arms. "Sure I've got balls, Bev. If I didn't, I wouldn't be this much fun," he whispered hoarsely in my ear.
I giggled.
He tightened his grasp on me, then wedged his cock into the crack of my ass. Jesus, he was hard-really hard and throbbing. I was getting quite aroused.
"I haven't done it this way in a long time," I confessed. "It hurt."
"That's because whoever did you refused to afford you the proper stimulation. Loosen up for me, Bev. Let me into your sweet ass."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
"Steve-" He was steering his cock to my anus while pulling my ass into position.
His hand slid under my belly, then went to my pussy. He brought the blunt end of his cock to my asshole, then pushed.
"Oh, God," I whimpered, twisting beneath him as he entered me. The sides of my anus widened to provide for his massive bulk. I reached between my legs, clawing at his hair-roughened wrist and trying to pry his hand away, but my efforts were fruitless. He remained steadfast, bearing down with that hard thickness. Our mutual sweat provided the lubrication. I moaned as it went into me.
Steve drew me toward him, my furry thatch in his iron-like vise. "It's okay. Relax. Give yourself over to it. Let the sensation stir you," he muttered, penetrating me with that stiff cock. My anus gradually swallowed him whole.
I sobbed, the air rushing from my lungs. Steve was buried in my ass. The sensation was incredible.
"Jesus, you're tense," he said. "Squeezing my cock like a vise-uhhhhh. Let's stay like this, okay? I want to be inside your hot little buns."
Steve wanted to butt-fuck, but I feared it was going to hurt. How could it not? The man was thick and bone-solid. If Vaseline or K-Y was at my disposal, it might have been an entirely different story. The sole lubricant for this ordeal was our sweat.
As I reflected on it for a moment, I came to the realization that there hadn't been pain; I was merely startled by the act. As I calmed myself, Steve's cock not only felt good, it was ecstasy.
We lay there for several moments. Steve rested most of his weight on his elbows. The hot pressure of his bulk thrilled me. I tried to keep still. A single movement stirred my muscles and caused a delicious ache.
The burden of containing him was only too apparent. My cramped anal passage tried to eject his cumbersome cock, but Steve dug right back in with a firm shove. He clamped my pussy and nudged me to that burrowing hardness.
"Ohhhh," I moaned, feeling it sink. I dropped my face to the mattress. He was in me but good.
I was ill-prepared for Steve's next trick. His thumb awakened my clit with a lame flick. It was initially subtle, then gathered in momentum. My love button swelled from his rapid massage.
I trembled roughly, the stimulation intense. Reality staggered for me. Sweat was dripping from every pore. Excitement burgeoned in me like a rampant fire.
I squealed as Steve flattened himself against me, burying more of his cock in my ass. I had no recourse but to absorb his stiff member. My back hole could barely support that lumbering thickness.
"Ohhhh," I trembled as he split me open. "Steve."
"It feels great, doesn't it, Bev? Jesus, your ass is really compact. I really have to push to get through-uhhh!"
My body oozed perspiration, making me more slippery. Steve eased himself in and out, jiggling my clit. I listened to his ragged breathing as he pumped me with cock.
My flesh screamed with delight. Steve's expert finger had me scaling the peaks of gratification. Its pleasuring rub made my clit tingle. I no longer felt trapped beneath Steve's encumbering weight-I welcomed every tasty second of it.
"Still hate me, Bev?" he whispered. "Want to rip my heart out?"
"Mmmmmmmmm. No way. Ohhhhhhhh."
"That's what I thought."
"Fuck me," I whimpered, engaging his hot, plunging cock. "Fuck my sweet ass, give it to me hard. Give it all you've got."
Steve abandoned himself to my challenge, ramming his dick into my soaked flesh. I moaned at each rough stroke. His groin moistly slapped my buttocks as he charged into me, filling me with cock. I heard his lewd grunts as he fucked me. He was thoroughly aroused, seeking the pleasuring warmth of my ass. My greasy walls tugged at his shaft's tight skin, enabling him enormous satisfaction.
"Do you love taking it up the ass?"
I was determined to ignore the question, preferring to bask in paradise. Steve's ego wasn't going be placated that easily.
In the absence of a reply, he elected to take a more direct route. Securing his grip on my pussy, he hurled us backward until we rolled on our sides. My tits, previously imprisoned beneath Steve's weight, sprang forward. My nipples quivered with excitement, swollen. Steve covered my snatch with his hand. I could see his thumb prompting my clit. Wetness seeped in profusion from my pink slit.
Steve's cock hadn't become displaced, rooted deeply in my ass. Once settled on our sides, he proceeded to butt-fuck me.
"You're so hard," I moaned as it went up my asshole. The compression was indescribable, building in heat and desire.
"It's rock-stiff, all for you."
I was mesmerized by his fingers fondling my clit. Juice fluttered from my slot, coating him.
The man truly knew how to excite me. His actions drew hot thrills. No matter how I tried to oppose him, I knew I would eventually succumb to his will.
I closed my eyes and convulsed. My body raged with fire. The savage contractions were felt deep in my womb. I cried out, creaming against Steve's jiggling finger.
"That's it," Steve muttered. "I want you to cum-cum all over my hand."
He stuck a finger in me during the peak of my heavenly spasm, grunting contentedly as I exerted myself. I slammed my pussy to his proffered digit, exhilarated.
"Hot bitch, can't get enough."
He threw me back on my stomach and gave it all he had. His cock pummeled my juicy butt hole, hammering my insides. He fucked my ass hard. His balls whacked my buns as he moved with feverish urgency.
"I'm gonna flood you, baby-hot cum rinsing through your butt. I'll pump you full of cream."
"Yes!" I sobbed, enjoying it. "Yes, fuck me! Fuck me, Steve! Cum in my ass! Shoot your hot jizz." I thought I was going to pass out, blinded by the hot spearing pleasure. My head spun as his cock split through me. Lunging into me, I felt his heavy throb. We were both delirious, driven by physical need.
"Ugghhhhhh! Oh, fuck!" he sputtered into my ear, exploding in my bowels. "Ugghhh! Ugghhh! Ugghhhh! Ugghhh!"
"Mmmmmm," I purred, receptive to the warm gush of jism.
Steve discharged his thick seed, groaning. When he was through, he took his cock out of me, splattering jism on my back. The hot droplets made me shiver.
"Look what you did, Bev, made me cum so much. Need to wipe it off."
"I'll go get a towel." I got up, slipping on my robe.
He smiled, obviously pleased with himself. His hairy stomach was heaving, glistening with sweat. He stroked his cock, prolonging the sensations that probably radiated through his body.
I tossed him a wink. "Be right back."
I went over to the telephone. A directory of numbers sat beside it. Running my finger down the list, I quickly found Gabriella's. I punched out the sequence with a dreamy smile.
"Hello?" Deb's sleepy voice came over the line.
"You sound totally out of it."
"Bingo," she confirmed.
"That must have been some girl talk."
"We just got to bed an hour ago," she admitted. "I'm exhausted."
"No problem. I'll be calling Bill next. I was supposed to leave early this morning, but I've decided to extend my visit. I think I'll hang around a few more days."
"Great. I love having you around."
"I know you do, sweetheart. Okay, get some sleep." I replaced the phone on its cradle. Bill was going to have a stroke, but hey, there were too many strings left hanging. I found a whole world of male attention on campus. I wasn't going to give it up at a snap of his fingers. Let him wait-I was having the time of my life. Between Steve, Kevin and Alex, I'd keep busy.
