Chapter 1

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.